NationStates Jolt Archive

Before long, the passageway opened up on a dry gallery. Faint seams of crystal caught the light and reflected it eerily.

"This is a step in the right direction, I suppose.."nice.... :D
*puts on shades*

"And well above the water line. I think we have a winner."

"And well above the water line. I think we have a winner."
ok ladies...
*pulls full waterskins from his pack.*
the big question now is, What do you want for dinner. ;)

"And well above the water line. I think we have a winner."
Good...this bag was beginning to get heavy.

*Greatfully drops the bag, and looks around at their temporary home!*

Whats the plan now then Jayne?

ok ladies...
*pulls full waterskins from his pack.*
the big question now is, What do you want for dinner. ;)
Roast beef.....and all the trimmings....
:D

She thought for a moment, seeming to stare off into space, or perhaps towards the blackness on the far ends and shaded nooks of the gallery.

"Well.. I'd say we found where the earth swallows the sea.. The next lines are a bit more vague."

...
Where ne'er the Jack of Britain can fly
Nor Spanish standards to fill the wide sky
There my b'loved Treasure does lie

She thought for a moment, seeming to stare off into space, or perhaps towards the blackness on the far ends and shaded nooks of the gallery.

"Well.. I'd say we found where the earth swallows the sea.. The next lines are a bit more vague."

...
Where ne'er the Jack of Britain can fly
Nor Spanish standards to fill the wide sky
There my b'loved Treasure does lie
Hmmm... tough one...

flags... ships... ship standards?

a ship graveyard?

*gives a plate of roast beef with trimmings to Orchid and offers one to Jayne.*

She thought for a moment, seeming to stare off into space, or perhaps towards the blackness on the far ends and shaded nooks of the gallery.

"Well.. I'd say we found where the earth swallows the sea.. The next lines are a bit more vague."

...
Where ne'er the Jack of Britain can fly
Nor Spanish standards to fill the wide sky
There my b'loved Treasure does lie
Jack of Britain and Spanish standards.....thats got to be flags!

So somewhere open to the sky, but where flags can't fly!

She accepted the food thoughtfully, mulling over their suggestions.

Hmmm... tough one...

flags... ships... ship standards?

a ship graveyard?

*gives a plate of roast beef with trimmings to Orchid and offers one to Jayne.*
*Blinks at the food...*
Must be hallucinating!

I like that explanation Ju.....

*Blinks at the food...*
Must be hallucinating!

I like that explanation Ju.....
seemed simple enough if talking about Pirates...

*hands orchid and Jayne each a glass of Rum.*

*Raven slowly walked down the bach towards the club toward the club singing, her clear voice ran through the air. she did not apper to notice or care that the dress that she was wearing was draging through the salt water and sand*
think of me, think of me fondly when we've said good by.
rember me once in a while please promlce me taht you'll try.
when you findthat,once again you long to take your heart back and be free...
if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me...
we never said that out love was ever green or as un changing as the sea
but if you can still rember, stop and think of me...
think of all the things we've shared and seen
dont think about the things which might have been...
think of me , think of me waking scilent and resigned
imagen me trying to hard to put you from my mind
recall those days, look back on all those times think of all those things we'll never do-there will never be a day
when i dont think of you....


ooc:her dress http://www.marysbridal.com/bridal/6160.htm

seemed simple enough if talking about Pirates...

*hands orchid and Jayne each a glass of Rum.*
The rum brought her out of her own thoughts again.

"I don't know about a graveyard. Standards can still fly underwater, as it were."

seemed simple enough if talking about Pirates...

*hands orchid and Jayne each a glass of Rum.*
Ah...now this is what I call home from home!

*Pops a little yorkshire pud in her mouth.*

Tastes real enough......course...it's Ju's party trick

I know you never met your Father, but have you any idea how his mind worked Jayne?

The rum brought her out of her own thoughts again.

"I don't know about a graveyard. Standards can still fly underwater, as it were."
*yawns... as Ju sits at one side.*

[sleepily] true... but what about a cave[yawn]rn... where there is no breeze... then the... flags just...hang Zzzzzzzzzz


ooc: time for me to go. see ya.

Ah...now this is what I call home from home!

*Pops a little yorkshire pud in her mouth.*

Tastes real enough......course...it's Ju's party trick

I know you never met your Father, but have you any idea how his mind worked Jayne?
"Oh. like any other seadog, I'm certain. He was a devious old cad, and slippery."

*yawns... as Ju sits at one side.*

[sleepily] true... but what about a cave[yawn]rn... where there is no breeze... then the... flags just...hang Zzzzzzzzzz


ooc: time for me to go. see ya.
OOC
Have a good weekend....
:fluffle:

OOC
Have a good weekend....
:fluffle:
ooc: are we continuing sat and sun?

"Oh. like any other seadog, I'm certain. He was a devious old cad, and slippery."
Hmmm....devious mind I haven't got....but as a seadog, I'm sure you have....
;)

You must have some idea what he meant!

ooc: are we continuing sat and sun?
OOC
I can't make it....but feel free to carry on!

Hmmm....devious mind I haven't got....but as a seadog, I'm sure you have....
;)

You must have some idea what he meant!
"It'll come to me. I just need to find the right conditions.."

OOC: Sure, if people are around. Afterall with your note, we should have a posse soon. :p

"It'll come to me. I just need to find the right conditions.."

OOC: Sure, if people are around. Afterall with your note, we should have a posse soon. :p
OOC
Could be fun.....but how long is a PBC day anyway!

OOC: Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental, seem, for you,
the wrong companions - you were warm and gentle . . . Couldn't resist. <3

OOC: Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental, seem, for you,
the wrong companions - you were warm and gentle . . . Couldn't resist. <3
OOC
Very soulful...

IC
*Finishes the food, and settles down with the rum, which is beginning to make her feel mellow.*

What do you think your Fathers treasure is....if we ever find it....

Did anyone know for sure?

I don't know anything much about him...just that he was...hung!
Sorry, maybe you don't want to talk about it!

More Rum?

OOC: It's from Phantom. Raven started it, and that's my favorite Broadway musical of all time. I bought tickets for my mom and I to go see it for her Christmas present. Terribly expensive, but the best production of it I've seen yet. :D By the way, that dress is gorgeous!

"Yes, rum is always good. I don't know what it would be, but I have me suspicions. Afterall, he was a pirate. And successful enough to give an entire ship to Mary Read.."

She winked and set into the rum.

Maybe we should follows Ju lead and get a bit of rest.

OOC
Have to be off now...be back on Monday....

IC
Curls up on the mossy floor of the cave.

"Greetings, one called Vex..."

*he spun quickly on his heels and found himself in the company of perhaps twenty or thirty goblins. he knew they had to have been keeping an eye on him, but he had been completely unaware of their presence. and now, here they were...not ten feet away and in full force*

Greetings to you, as well...

*the creatures stared up at him without evident emotion on their faces*

"Why have you returned?"

I...I'm not sure. I was called here, you might say. By whom, or for what purpose...I do not know...

*they stood there staring at each other until finally the leader of the creatures motioned toward the sea*

"You know of this ship?"

I have seen it, yes. I know not who might be on board. Do you?

*he did not answer, but finally did speak*

"Come this way..."

*about half the goblins marched silently to the north, while the others waited until Vex had begun to follow, then they fell into line behind. after some fifty yards or so they took a quick turn toward the edge of the cliff and Vex thought they surely would tumble over the edge. but a nearly invisible opening appeared, one no human could have ever detected, and the column disappeared into the wall of rock...*

Just that Gael's character has massive shoes to fill, in the way of being a Death character. No offense meant.
ooc: You're quite right...she has the biggest feet I've ever seen...

*A chill wind shuddered through trees, rattling them preternaturally... soughing through the eaves of the club... past the mouths of caves... cutting through foundation and structure alike as if they were nothing more than transient moments in time..*

*down and down and down they went...he was amazed how easily, and how quickly, he was able to take the tiny steps...it was as if he had been enveloped in some sort of protective...something or other...*

*they wound their way down to a large cavern...one, it seemed, filled with goblins from wall to wall...more than he had ever seen at one time*

"Vex...welcome"

Thank you...very much...

"We have prepared a feast...in honor of your return...and that is forthcoming. But if you would please answer us one question...a question that has laid heavy on our hearts since you...and the others...left us those many months ago..."

Yes...of course...what is your question?

"Gidetism...what has become of Gidetism...our Priestess? Our Queen?"

*his eyes widened in anticipation of some sort of...riot?...but all stood their ground...waiting*

I do not know, sir...I wish to God I did...I wish a thousand times that I did...

*he felt guilty...felt as if he had let them down...but how was he to know what had happened to Gide? she had failed to clue him in on her departure...*

"She will return...of that, I am certain. And now, let us feast..."

*the demeanor of the crowd was less than festive*

She blinked warily from sleep, and restlessly tried to roll over. An ache stabbed through her body, and she closed her eyes against it. Her lashes flew open again and noticed the fire, or lack thereof, muttering to itself in the fireplace.

Noire sat up with effort, and reached to the fireplace. Sparks lit briefly around her fingers, but nothing happened. Damn. Using my energy for healing is draining me a tad.

Glancing to the fingers which had been nubs a few hours previously, she nodded to herself. The healing process was going along nicely; eventually, they would be back to full length and working potential. It would take time, and a lot of it, but eventually..

her thoughts drifted off as her eyes drifted to the window. The moon floated outside, cupped gently by the waves, which held it as though it would break. Stars glared down at the world from their lofty places, and she met their gaze for a brief moment before returning her point of vision to the path the moon built across the water.

Damn..i own Jun a coke

Meg wandered down in her soft velvet dressing gown, her hair neatly in two french plaits, her fluffy slippers hugged her feet.

*standing up, the gentleman bowed in the direction of the young woman*
Good day madam

'hey!!!!! i havent seen you for ages' she said, giving him a tight hug.

'sorry for the lack of clothes...umm...i've just woken up' she said with a slight blush.

*hugging his friend tight, a smile went across his face at the suggestion of a lack of clothing*
I really dont mind my dear

she smiled.
'so, i expect you have been travelling around, seeing sights, meeting women - more than i can do at the moment' she said, wrapping the gown tight.

'can i get you something?' she asked,

Well you know me...um..scotch please
*He replied, sitting down at the bar*

*Tull wandered in from his cave, his usually grotesque features looking more sullen than usual*

Howdy all

*Meanders over to the bar for a pint or six*

..Good god...*leans over to meg* ..i havent seen him in ages

she poured him a scotch and sat next to him, her flowery scent hung like a soft cloud.

*Smells of Bryl cream and cigars* you smell nice *beems*

*Sitting himself down by the Guinness tap, Tull looked over at the other patrons*

to adder: Still in the spy buisness?

To Meg: Morning

'thanks, its this new fabric stuff i use, and some old perfume, my other stuff is back at the house, i havent moved everything out' she said.

*grins at Tull*
Retired these days

*Ju wakes up in darkness... after a few moments, he remembers where he is and fumbles for his flashlight.*
[click]... [click]... [click]...
oh... shit....
*Feeling around, he digs into his pack for spare batteries and slowly he replaces them...*
[click]... [click]... [click]...
:confused:
*Ju digs again into his pack... taking out a candle and match, he lights it and set's it on the floor. with this light he checks his flashlight once more... *
Batteries in ok...
lightbulb looks ok...
flashlight is still dead.... not good...
*a small breeze drifts through the cave... putting out the candle...*
shit....

Well its very nice whatever it is. *takes a swig of scotch and looks over to Tull* Keeping yourself busy these days?

*grins at Tull*
Retired these days
Your lucky, not many get to retire, well alive.

*pours another pint and looks around for some snacks*

*she disappeared for a few minutes and came back fully dressed*

'hey Tull, been keeping away from my horses i hope' she said with a slightly sharp tone.

Well its very nice whatever it is. *takes a swig of scotch and looks over to Tull* Keeping yourself busy these days?

Not realy. Not much work around here anymore. No alien invasions, demonic altercations, mythic beasts or cybernetic ninjas to fight. It's been down right dull.

Not realy. Not much work around here anymore. No alien invasions, demonic altercations, mythic beasts or cybernetic ninjas to fight. It's been down right dull.

i can imagine...


keeping away from my horses


..eat those does he?

*she disappeared for a few minutes and came back fully dressed*

'hey Tull, been keeping away from my horses i hope' she said with a slightly sharp tone.

*Smiles like a wolf*
Haven't seen one in ages.

*pulls a tuft of fur out of his teeth*

'well, he has tried to...i nearly got the gun to him eh Tull' Meg said winking.

'I dont have time for them anymore, so i only just Artilero & Magenta' she said, pushing her hair behind her ear and giving a warm cute smile to Ed.

I did offer to buy them. I didn't try to steal them.

*Winnies like a colt as he heads into the kitchen*

Well you should have a hoby. something to keep you sane...what with there being little to do these days

'Hmmm' she said smiling again, her face slightly still flushed.

'well, i do....i do like singing and dancing' she said quietly,

Well i never knew that *Takes another swig of Scotch* Singing?..what kind of music?

'Jazz, soul' she said,
'i could give you a song, if you like?'
'...and maybe a dance?' she added quickly.
god damn control your hormones

*a familair scent hit Tull as he left the kitchen. He froze, nostrils flaring as a calm and utterly peaceful look spread across his face*

*Sits upright at mention of Jazz*
Yes please *Smiles broadly*

Meg walked slowly to the piano, she was thinking of a song to sing, she smiled as she knew the right one.

Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.

Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.
Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.

she turned around and smiled at him.

'what do you think? it sounds better if i have the jazz instruments, but a piano versions quite nice' she said, walking elegantly back to the bar, and lighting up a cigarette.

*the song snapped Tull out of his reflections*

she's back and things are starting again aren't they

*claps*
Not bad Meg

*Turns toward the windows and the sea*

*stands up and claps, smiling* Then we shall try that. I can play the Sax. But of course another day an- hey i did not know you smoked...its not good for yu you know

'I know' she said, she took it from her mouth and it reminded her of Rambo, she stubbed it out quickly and handed him the box.

'don't...let me touch them again' she said.

*Lights up and takes a draw* I shall destroy them for you

*lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and stares as the steam streams out of his mouth and nostrils*

chuckles at the pair.

I wonder if they are ready for whats coming?

*Stretches lazily, his muscles rippilling as Tull moved, his hot breath coming in a slow deep cadence as he shook the last of his thoughts of the past away*

'see you cant smoke them, can't you just bury them' she said, twiddling her hair.

'so...you didnt tell me of your travels, friends, you must have found a woman by now' she said smiling.

*finishing the 3rd cigarett*

Well it was all quite interesting but i still have no wife nor girlfriend no...

*With the uncharacteristicly peaceful look upon his face Tull made his way out of the club*

ooc: g2g. Have a good one.

'awww' she said hugging him.

'ahhh well, life doesnt revolve around men and women being together, theres a lassie here who sometimes drops in, a suspicious spanish woman called Mai or something, i dont know what shes doing at the moment' she said.

'you must be saving yourself a mighty fine woman' she added, sipping on her freshly poured Martini.

*With the uncharacteristicly peaceful look upon his face Tull made his way out of the club*

ooc: g2g. Have a good one.

ooc: Bye :)

'awww' she said hugging him.

'ahhh well, life doesnt revolve around men and women being together, theres a lassie here who sometimes drops in, a suspicious spanish woman called Mai or something, i dont know what shes doing at the moment' she said.

'you must be saving yourself a mighty fine woman' she added, sipping on her freshly poured Martini.


Spanish...no..sorry..peninsular war 1910..couldnt involve myself with a spanish girl im afraid.. well im not saving myself par se...i just havent been out with a girl for a while now..cant seem to find the right one on my travels see

'oh right, well she is very nice, doesnt speak much spanish, but....yeah' Meg said.

'fancy a dance?' she asked.

'oh right, well she is very nice, doesnt speak much spanish, but....yeah' Meg said.

'fancy a dance?' she asked.

of course..Tango?

'i was just going to ask....i have something to change into' she said, she went and came back in her usual dancing hotpants and loose strap top, her hair roughly arranged on the top of her head.

she put some latino on, and lead him to the dancefloor.

*finishes scotch* This should prove interesting

she smiled.
'why...are you a bit rusty?' she asked with a sly giggle.

she coughed and stretched quickly.

Very! *cracks neck and stretches*

'well i'll break you in slowly' she said softly to him.

she started a slow routine and as he became more accustomed to it, she got faster.

Well i must say. you are better at this that I

'well....i practise everyday- very sad i know, i have never had a permanent partner, but yeh' she said,

This other fellow not keen on the arts?

'no, he's not into it really, i have tried but, he's too embarrased, plus he's quite tall and hefty' she with a cute smile.

Well i am not, as you may recall..keen on this sort of behavior but the other arts are more my thing..especially music

'what are you asking then?' she asked,

Mai walked in and saw Meg with a stranger, she had a holdall over her shoulder.

'hiya, i am here for my dance lesson?' Mai said smiling as she avoided eye contact with the man, her eyes looked red.

me?..nothing um..however i wouldnt mind a sit down and a glass of water...you ware me out - he replied with a smile.

'oh just wait till i get going for real' she said with a wink.

'Mai, sweetie!' Meg said giving the young girl a hug.

'this is Ed' she said, pouring a water.

'hey Meg, hey..Ed' she said.

'Meg - Matt and me are finished, he was going away and didnt even tell me...' she said, pointing to her eyes.

'hence these' she said

*bows* good evening

'hey - so...Meg teaches you too?' Mai asked, taking her cardigan off to reveal a black loose tracksuit.

I think i have learnt a thing or two yes

she smiled.

'yeah, i havent done this before' she replied, arranging her hair into bunches.

'right...I think you two should dance, i can assess both at once' Meg said, pushing them together and clicking her fingers, the music started and she watched the awkward couple.

*looking surprised he followed suite* Ok * holds the young woman and dances

Mai picks it up slowly.

'I am so sorry' she whispered, her face red.

'I...really can't do this' she said, treading on his foot lightly.

'damn' she cursed.

Its quite allright..im not brilliant myself

Mai smiled and suddenly she relaxed, and felt the music move her body. she heard Meg praise her.

'I think i am getting it' she said.

Im' glad one of us is

'just...let the music move you, like Mai is doing, listen to the soul connect to Rio' Meg said.

OOC: Gota go :( dinner time

*Cold again, a soft breeze winding its chill tendrils around the cliffs.. the old grounds.. the new club... Less forceful this time. Less life.. On the new bar lay the róisín dubh, its thorns gracefully tipped with fresh crimson blood. And beside it, two black feathers.*

*Cold again, a soft breeze winding its chill tendrils around the cliffs.. the old grounds.. the new club... Less forceful this time. Less life.. On the new bar lay the róisín dubh, its thorns gracefully tipped with fresh crimson blood. And beside it, two black feathers.*
OOC: Nice touch. :)

*everyone sat at long tables, made of something similar to slate. platters of grilled meat (the meat of what, he did not know, and was afraid to ask) and tankards of strong ale filled the table tops. after searching for something besides the charred meat and not finding anything, he politely sampled what looked to be a lean hunk. he was surprised at the flavor...smoky...not too greasy...very tender. he found the ale to be strong and clean and slightly bitter*

*off in a corner was a fiddler. he was playing a mournful tune and after a bit he began to sing as well. the lyrics were sung in a different tongue...but it sounded oddly familiar*

Excuse me...but the song that fellow is singing...do you know it?

*the goblin across the table wiped his mouth on his leather sleeve*

"Of course...that song is very old...very old indeed..."

Do you know the title? The name of the song, I mean...?

"Yes..."

*Vex stared at his dinner companion whilst the entertainer finished the tune*

And?

"And what?"

The name? What is the name of that song?

"Oh, that...Little Dark Rose...um...Róisín Dubh...yes, that's it..."

*Vex drained his ale and quickly poured another...*

Mai walked in still wearing her dancing outfit from earlier
she sat down by the fire.

*the festivities turned out not to be so festive. the atmosphere had been extremely low key. the women had cleaned the tables and were working in some other chamber. the children had all scurried away. the men sat...mostly in silence...drinking their tankards and smoking their pipes*

*Vex felt both confused and alienated. it seemed to him the goblins had brought him here with a purpose in mind...but that purpose had not been revealed as of yet...he couldn't believe they thought he might have the ability to...contact...Gidetism...no*

*the lyrics of that one particular song echoed over and over in his head...*

Is fada an réim a lig mé léi ó inné do dtí inniu,
trasna sléibhte go ndeachas léi is mo sheólta ar muir;
An éirne scoithe sí de léim í cé gur mór é a sruth;
is mar cheól téad ar gach taobh di a bhíonn mo Róisín Dubh.

*there were many verses and he knew them all...but not before today...and he most certainly did not speak or write Gaelic...and still he understood every word of the lyrics...*

"Hello there" siad the snake like thing as it loweredm itself from the ceiling in a spot where there was nothing seconds before.

*confused and with a weird head-ache craig wakes up inside a closet with a sword in it, the same sword he had been a couple of days ago*
"Damnit i got knocked-out or something"
*he stands up and walks towards his old gin-tonic at the end of the bar looking around for his dog*
"Mud where are you" he wisphers
*From the garbage cans at the storage room a huge black dog appears, walking on his front legs, his backside being invisible*
"Ow there you are, you had your meal?"
*the dog growls satisfied seeing his master again and hops upwards through the ceiling*
*craig takes his gin-tonic and tastes it, putting it down after a moment, leaving the drink untouched by his ghostly lips*

*slightly dull from his head-ache craig slowly starts dozing of, incapable of noticing he starts lowering through the floor, sinking slowly passing through old caves and monuments for ancient gods he passes through the room with the green stone once again, this time not losing all his ghostly powers but just dropping through the room sinking through the floor and losing all control*

*tag for later*

*Will ambled into the club. the lantern in the window had gone out, not a good sign. He refilled the lantern and set it back into the window. the light helped illuminate the empty club. It had been four days since the treasure hunters had embarked and there was no word. If there was no word today, he would see if he could organize a relief party to go look for them. Worse case scenario, he'd take his kayak out along the cliffs and look for himself.
Meanwhile there was coffee to brew and breakfest to fix..*

Noire woke on the couch as the smell of coffee brewing embraced her nostrils. She sat up slowly, still feeling a bit bruised, and blinked sleepily at the room around her.

She checked her previously-mauled hand, and was grateful to see that it had healed, and was in the process of rebuilding the fingers. Her head throbbed, and tiredly, she ran a hand through her white hair before unsteadily standing and determindly making her way over to the bar counter.

Noire woke on the couch as the smell of coffee brewing embraced her nostrils. She sat up slowly, still feeling a bit bruised, and blinked sleepily at the room around her.

She checked her previously-mauled hand, and was grateful to see that it had healed, and was in the process of rebuilding the fingers. Her head throbbed, and tiredly, she ran a hand through her white hair before unsteadily standing and determindly making her way over to the bar counter.
*Will watched noire struggle to her feet and make her way to the bar. He set two mugs on the counter and filled them with coffee*

cream? sugar?

*Will watched noire struggle to her feet and make her way to the bar. He set two mugs on the counter and filled them with coffee*

cream? sugar?
*not getting any response he shrugged his shoulders and proceeeded to sip his coffee and read the morning newspaper*

*Will watched noire struggle to her feet and make her way to the bar. He set two mugs on the counter and filled them with coffee*

cream? sugar?

She nodded a thank you at him.

"It's good like this; thanks." Reaching out and taking it, she warmed her hands around the mug and took a sip.

ooc: Sorry; classes.

She nodded a thank you at him.

"It's good like this; thanks." Reaching out and taking it, she warmed her hands around the mug and took a sip.

ooc: Sorry; classes.
ooc- no problemo; I get called away to work at times

ic- *Will looks Noire over*

How's the hand?

ooc- no problemo; I get called away to work at times

ic- *Will looks Noire over*

How's the hand?

"Better, thanks." She held it up for him to get a look at it. It had completely healed, but the fingers were still in the process of being reformed. "They've regrown back up to the middle knuckle."

ooc: Thanks, got to run. Later.

"Better, thanks." She held it up for him to get a look at it. It had completely healed, but the fingers were still in the process of being reformed. "They've regrown back up to the middle knuckle."

ooc: Thanks, got to run. Later.
*marvelled at the ability for someone to self-regenerate body parts*

that's good to see

ooc- enjoy, see you soon

*Will cleaned up the breakfest dishes. stoked the fireplace and got it burning brightly. started putting together a clam chowder for the patrons.*

*the clam chowder simmered on the stove and soon the scent of the hearty soup filled the club*

*Strangely, the blood-tipped thorns had not dried with time. They remained fresh and crimson, as if the rose itself were bleeding. Flames in the fireplace flickered and died unaided.*

She chuckled at his expression. "Healing power is rather common where I'm from. It's really nothing special, and my fingers won't entirely heal. It's quite draining to have to do."

As if in response to her words, the pale glow in her irises sputtered a little before faintly flaring again.

"Anyway, what've you been up to lately?"

Sensing a slight disturbance over her shoulder, Noire glanced back.

The fire had suddenly died, and wisps of smoke, almost whimsical in appearance, drifted away from the sooty hearth. She quirked an eyebrow at the scene, and glanced over at Will to see if he'd taken notice of the occurence.

She chuckled at his expression. "Healing power is rather common where I'm from. It's really nothing special, and my fingers won't entirely heal. It's quite draining to have to do."

As if in response to her words, the pale glow in her irises sputtered a little before faintly flaring again.

"Anyway, what've you been up to lately?"
*chuckles*
oh, the usual; dueling with Death; tending wounded warriors; dancing with beautiful women; cooking soup...

damn. fire went out that's odd...

*goes over to fireplace to investigate*

*finds remnents of the wild rosebushes.. thinks to himself..oh great Druids*

Her face allowed for a grin, bruises having faded. "Sounds like a good time." She chuckled, then looked over to the fire without rising from her stool.

"I can restart it, I suppose..." Her brows knit for a moment in contemplation as dark sparks waltzed with her fingertips, briefly. "It just seemed kind of odd. I'd felt something, too.

Almost like we're being watched. Though," she conceded, "People do tend to do that around here anyway." A grin flitted once more across her features.

Her face allowed for a grin, bruises having faded. "Sounds like a good time." She chuckled, then looked over to the fire without rising from her stool.

"I can restart it, I suppose..." Her brows knit for a moment in contemplation as dark sparks waltzed with her fingertips, briefly. "It just seemed kind of odd. I'd felt something, too.

Almost like we're being watched. Though," she conceded, "People do tend to do that around here anyway." A grin flitted once more across her features.
*smiled broadly"
bloody peeping toms

She laughed outright. "In a sense."

Shrugging, Noire slid off the stool. "I'm going to go check the outside. It's really bothering me. I'll check the roof, too, since it was the fireplace..."

She wandered out the door.

ooc: Gotta split! Calculus is calling my name. :(

*finds remnents of the wild rosebushes.. thinks to himself..oh great Druids*
OOC: Not a rosebush. See my earlier post. A single black rose and two black feathers on the bar. Just FYI.

*The flames extiguished once more, this time before they had a chance to grow from a few meager dancing tongues into a blaze.*

OOC: Not a rosebush. See my earlier post. A single black rose and two black feathers on the bar. Just FYI.
OOC- oops, my mistake

*Will watches Noire go outside, restarts fire in fireplace. goes back to bar. wonders as to the significance of the black rose and feathers on the bar. How long had they been there? he couldn't recall.

*The flame sputtered, but finally seemed able to struggle to life. The club, however, seemed to groan. Perhaps the building was merely settling..*

*The flame sputtered, but finally seemed able to struggle to life. The club, however, seemed to groan. Perhaps the building was merely settling..*
*Listening to the creaking timbers Will thinks to himself, wonderful, now the place is going to collapse, and me just getting comfortable around here. takes poker and punches up the fire, throws on another log. Too dark in here for the middle of the day*

*sneaks in, lets out a thunderous fart making it all smelly*


*exits*

*sneaks in, lets out a thunderous fart making it all smelly*


*exits*
*shakes head, assholes always live up to their names*

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Sandy beaches, pool tables, bar, booths, food and drink, beautiful scenery, a Small Casino in the basement, and a subtly placed book of beach hooker numbers. The newly licensed club has it all. Stop by and lay in the sun, enjoy the ocean and stay the night in one of the many cabanas or suites available... Or possibly to get totally ratted, cashed, knackered. (Choose your own word.) Enjoy the excellent food, or just chat with friends and enjoy the atmosphere... Indeed, maybe all at once! It’s all good. Feel free to grab a complimentary towel and explore the sun-drenched beaches or fully fitted swimming pool.

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Club Notice: Following the, (Ok, lets just admit it, slight failure to replace the old club), this is to give the old regulars a new place to hang, and for anyone else who wants to get into the legacy of the club. OFFICIALLY LICENSED BY TINK, FOUNDER OF THE PARADISE CLUBS.
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Now run by Staggering Drunks sanctioned by Tink, personally.[/QUOTE]

*Will pours the fifteen rum and cokes and takes one for himself*
stranger, you must be thirsty.

Wake up!

*hunter sat stock upright in his bed. he looked around, but saw no one in the room. he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and got dressed. still having the feeling that there was somebody else near him, he hurried downstairs into the bar*

Wake up!

*hunter sat stock upright in his bed. he looked around, but saw no one in the room. he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and got dressed. still having the feeling that there was somebody else near him, he hurried downstairs into the bar*
*The fire flickered, but did not die. Whispers of chill air seemed to trace the wing tattoo like the touch of a phantom hand.*

Wake up!

*hunter sat stock upright in his bed. he looked around, but saw no one in the room. he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and got dressed. still having the feeling that there was somebody else near him, he hurried downstairs into the bar*
*Will watches Hunter enter clubhouse, wipes off part of the bar, slides black flower and feathers down to the end of the bar*

good day!

*a shiver went down hunters spine. there was an oddly familiar sense about the bar, one that wasnt there before. he took a seat at the bar and offered a half hearted smile to the man who adressed him*

*a shiver went down hunters spine. there was an oddly familiar sense about the bar, one that wasnt there before. he took a seat at the bar and offered a half hearted smile to the man who adressed him*
care for some coffee? a drink? there's fresh clam chowder if you're hungry...

a bottle of rum.

*he hadnt even really realized he said it until he did. he didnt even like rum*

a bottle of rum.

*he hadnt even really realized he said it until he did. he didnt even like rum*
*Will sets bottle on bar in front of Hunter*

glass?

*Orchid wakes with a start....to find Ju having trouble with his flashlight.......

Rubbing her eyes, she feels around nearby to find hers.

It also seems to be not working.....spare batteries do not help.*

What do we do now then Ju......

OOC
Ju is having pc problems and has asked me to act for him for the time being.

no. bottles fine.

*he took a swill and much to his suprise, he liked it. he down a third of the bottle before setting it down. he glanced down the bar and his eyes fell on the rose and feathers. the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and the right side of his back, on which the tatooed wing lay, suddenly became very warm, almost painfully so*

*An airy whispered laugh reverberated through the halls.. rattled the trees.. echoed though the caves. And the fire went out again.*

Soon. Soon.

*hunter spun around his eyes wide and scanning*

that voice again...

*it was everywhere. it was behind him, in front of him, even inside him. he heard it in his head. he turned back to the man behind the bar*

did you hear that?

Soon...

OOC: Out for a while. Muahaha..

ooc : mwahahaha!

Soon. Soon.

*hunter spun around his eyes wide and scanning*

that voice again...

*it was everywhere. it was behind him, in front of him, even inside him. he heard it in his head. he turned back to the man behind the bar*

did you hear that?
*Will sees the fire has gone out- again!*
something shrieking in the wind; but what it is your guess is as good as mine.

*takes pouch out of his coat pocket. removes a silver chain with a greenstone totem which he puts around his neck. removes his sword form the closet and buckles it on. checks under bar to insure that his barkeep's buddy is loaded and easily accessible. goes over to fireplace and looks over dead fire*

Enters quietly and sits at the bar

The smell of cooking had set the two cats pacing back and forth, back and forth.
Mary sighed heavily and decided that they had aught to show their faces to whoever might be sharing the place with them, she had hidden away for too long now!
She gathered her furs about her and clicking her fingers, opened the door, and with the two cats following behind her, she shyly walked into the bar and sat near the fire, which a man was trying to light.

*turns back and looks at Hunter and sees his wild-eyed expression*
keep a grip on it buddy

*he took a deep breath and downed a bit more rum*

ya. probibly just the wind...

*he couldnt help but look back at the rose and feathers again. he had a bad feeling about this*

ooc : out for a bit. later.

gets board of sitting and walks over to the piano and sits down. after a moments hesitation he begins to play "Fur Elise"

*relieved at the presence of more people*

evening all, a bit of wierdness going on...

*siezes kindling from fireplace, concentrates, it bursts into flame he thrusts it into the deadwood which reignites*

*goes to window, picks up lit lantern, turns up wick, takes with him back behind bar*

anyone interested in a drink or a bite to eat?

closes his eyes as he playes smiling sadly to himself.

The two cougars growl at the two men who are sitting at the bar, but seem to be fascinated by the man who is attempting to light the fire.

"Children, behave and come and lay down.
I'm sorry, they are being very rude at the moment.
I don't know what has come over them.
I hope you don't mind me asking, but has the chimmney been swept recently, that may be the reason for the fire not lighting."

The cats lay down, one on either side of her, growling deep within their throats, but watching the other man with cat curiosity.

"Food would be most welcome, but as I told the kind lady who gave me the key, I cannot pay for anything."

finshes "Fur Elise" and begins "Moonlight" Sonota

The two cougars growl at the two men who are sitting at the bar, but seem to be fascinated by the man who is attempting to light the fire.

"Children, behave and come and lay down.
I'm sorry, they are being very rude at the moment.
I don't know what has come over them.
I hope you don't mind me asking, but has the chimmney been swept recently, that may be the reason for the fire not lighting."

The cats lay down, one on either side of her, growling deep within their throats, but watching the other man with cat curiosity.

"Food would be most welcome, but as I told the kind lady who gave me the key, I cannot pay for anything."

*ladles out some clam chowder in a bowl*

your guess is as good as mine as to when the chimney been swept. would the kitties care for some? it's New England style (cream-based).
*laughs*
and you'd be an oddity around here if you could pay!

his hands begine to shake and he stops playing. something wet glistens on the keys.

"Thank you very much!
Everyone here seems to be too kind to be true.The cats would no doubt love some, although they have their fair share of rabbit."

She looks towards the man playing the piano.

"You play beautifully, did you have formal training?"

The cats still glare at the man at the piano, but cease to growl, as the smell of food comes to them once again.

"No...no formal training...I'm self taught." he dosent turn to face her but neither does he begin to play again.

"Thank you very much!
Everyone here seems to be too kind to be true.The cats would no doubt love some, although they have their fair share of rabbit."

She looks towards the man playing the piano.

"You play beautifully, did you have formal training?"

The cats still glare at the man at the piano, but cease to growl, as the smell of food comes to them once again.
*Will places three bowls of chowder on a tray and carries over to Maryella, places one and a spoon next to her on the arm of the chair. Then he squats and a sets a bowl in front of each of the cats; scratching one behind the ear and the other other the chin. Straightens up and walks back to the bar saying over his shoulder*

beautiful cats

The cats immediately start to lap greedily at the chowder and Mary picks up the bowl and spoons the hot liquid into her mouth, trying not to show how hungry she is.

"Thank you, it is very good, I guess you made it yourself.
The two here are my close friends, I have had them for five years now, ever since they were orphaned when their eyes were still closed.
They are also my protection!"

The cats immediately start to lap greedily at the chowder and Mary picks up the bowl and spoons the hot liquid into her mouth, trying not to show how hungry she is.

"Thank you, it is very good, I guess you made it yourself.
The two here are my close friends, I have had them for five years now, ever since they were orphaned when their eyes were still closed.
They are also my protection!"
*nods*
I see

*slices an apple and cheese and makes up a small plate which he takes over to her*

I don't know about kind. Folks around here are pretty much as you'll find anywhere.

Kreige stands and walks in to the center of the dance floor. he drops into a low martialarts stance and holds it for a moment. then begins going through basic moves. than progresses to more complex moves and forms.

"Why thank you kindly.
Have you worked here for very long?
I came past here about a year ago, and Tink was here then."

Having scraped the last of the chowder from the dish, she puts a piece of apple in her mouth with a piece of cheese.

"I haven't had a taste of cheese for a couple of years now, I had forgotten how good it tastes."

She tries not to stare as the 'piano man' puts on a show.

"Why thank you kindly.
Have you worked here for very long?
I came past here about a year ago, and Tink was here then."

Having scraped the last of the chowder from the dish, she puts a piece of apple in her mouth with a piece of cheese.

"I haven't had a taste of cheese for a couple of years now, I had forgotten how good it tastes."
I don't know if "work" is quite the right word to use. I'm able to help out in ways that are enjoyable to me to help keep the place open. I don't get paid and I'm under no obligation to do it... I just end up doing it! I've met Tink a couple of times but haven't seen her since the Christmas Ball...

"Oh I see, so you are just minding the place.
Do Sage, Jon, Celeste and Orchid still come here, I also met them last year!"

The cougars start to get restless and slink around the room, sniffing here and there, the large male being the most adventurous, the female rolling over and letting the man rub her belly, all four legs waving in the air.

"Oh I see, so you are just minding the place.
Do Sage, Jon, Celeste and Orchid still come here, I also met them last year!"

The cougars start to get restless and slink around the room, sniffing here and there, the large male being the most adventurous, the female rolling over and letting the man rub her belly, all four legs waving in the air.
*stokes the cat's belly, until he hears her purr, speaks without looking up*

Orchid is the only name that rings a bell. She's currently off on an adventure, but we're expecting her return at any time... in fact she's overdue and that's a bit of a concern. I may have seen Celeste at the ball, but couldn't swear to it.. Don't know a Jon or Sage. O'course I'm not here very late into the evening. My name is Will by the way.

*looks up at her and smiles*

*Chill tendrils snaked through the room, perhaps a breeze from a window which refused to close properly. They caught the wisps of smoke from the fire, swirling them gently before rising into the chimney. One caressed the male cat's head. The door to the kitchen swung open gently.*

Sage..

"I'm very pleased to meet you Will, I'm Mary, and these two are Elsa and Carl."

The young woman extends a hand to the man, the nails are short and broken, but clean, and there are more callouses than would be normal for someone of her age.
The handshake is firm and friendly, and she returns the smile, her green eyes reflecting the gleam from the lights.

Carl suddenly let out a fearful snarl.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Will, I'm Mary, and these two are Elsa and Carl."

The young woman extends a hand to the man, the nails are short and broken, but clean, and there are more callouses than would be normal for someone of her age.
The handshake is firm and friendly, and she returns the smile, her green eyes reflecting the gleam from the lights.

Carl suddenly let out a fearful snarl.
My pleasure Marr.....
*at Carl's snarl Will springs to his feet and draws his sword reflexively*

*The eerie almost-laughter echoed through the room again, and the kitchen door swung softly closed.*

As Will draws his sword, Mary leaps to her feet.
An almost laughlike sound is audible, and a door somewhere closes.
The two cats start to pace back and forth, growling and snarling fiercly.

"What is it?"

*The chill touch rested on the male cat once more, softly.*

Almost frantic now, Carl spins around and his sister backs away, her ears flat on her head.
They sense something about to happen, but what?
After all they had been trained by the man who rode the pale horse and who carried the fourth seal, but this wasn't his doing!
They hadn't met with him for a long time now, and anyway, their beloved mistress was not afraid of him.

*Withdrawing from the cat, though teasing it somewhat, focus turned once more to the fire. Slowly, the tongues extinguished. And with the death of the last flame, so too went the electricity.*

"Who's there?
What do you want?"

Will seems to have melted into the background, and Mary felt more alone than she had done when she was wandering through forest and woodland, meadow and glade.
At least there, there had been the wild birds and wild animals.
Here there was nothing, just her, the cats and whoever was playing with them.

*Vex asked the goblin seated across from him about the song, but all he could deduce was that the tune had been sung for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years. he rose with his tankard and walked over to where the minstrel sat smoking his pipe*

Good sir...the song you just finished...Little Dark Rose...can you tell me about it? From where did you learn it?

*the little goblin explained that he had learnt the song from his father, and he from his father, and so on and so on*

And what of it's origin? What language are the lyrics?

"Language? I don't suppose I know, young man. Druid, perhaps. The song was first sung by the Druids...the Druids who wore black and red robes with a black rose stitched into the fabric."

These Druids...where are they now?

"Oh...no one I know has ever seen one. They fought a battle, no...a horrible war...and lost. T'was a war against evil itself. The goblins and the Druids and the elves and the men were defeated by a terrible, terrible host of evil beings...unspeakable evil. The Druids disappeared completely...the elves, the same. The men scattered through the land...and we goblins...we built this safe haven in the rocky cliffside. We didn't always live this way."

*the little goblin looked thoughtfully up at Vex*

"And now, I'm afraid...we are all very much afraid...that once again, the time of evil is near..."

*Ju and Orchid try once more to light the candle...this time with a little more luck.

Using his left hand, Ju creates a crystal globe around the candle, to stop it blowing out again, and holding the lantern high, they find Jayne and all her belongings have gone.*

Thats strange, she must have left while we were asleep......

*Hand in hand they follow the path created by the light from the lantern,
twisting this way and that, then all of a sudden going steeply downhill.
Rustling sounds echo in their ears.*

Something was... not wrong, persay, with the club, but something was at least afoot. Noire watched as the lights blinked out inside at once, rather than one by one. The fire had completely died, too, and its dark light cast no shadows inside the homey little bar room.

She crept closer to the door, and peered into the window tenatively. The shuriken dangling from her left earlobe spun, and the moon danced with the edges.

Sliding her wristblades nearer to her hands, she took a gentle step towards the doorway. Adrenaline rushed through her system. An insect crawling down a blade of grass rustled beneath her feet.

*The lights flickered on suddenly. The feathers were now tattered, torn on the bloody thorns.*

Raven shudderd, she entire body racked with pain. after a few more steps her legs gave out and she collapsed on the sand, the water played with her dress threatening to pull her out to sea. she had not returned to the club for the past few days but had remained on the beach fighting the feaver that now burned her. she lay sitll for a moment befor giving in to a fit of coughing, a small stram of blood dripped out on to the sand. a mocking reminder of what she needed to stay alive and that she was past the point of saving her self. she sighed and wispered
thinkof me think of me fondly when we say good by, remember me oncein a while pleas prmice me you'll try
she closed her eyes and drifed in to uncontiousness

Blood...

*A cold wind rattled the eaves of the club, blowing seaward, whipping the sea into a froth around the prone form. Yet something in that wind was examining the body. A presence of some sort..*

She jumped back in surprise when the light in the window flicked on, and the wristblades cut into the palms of her hands. Wincing, she resheathed them, and glanced into the window.

A woman had three cats clustered around her as she sat in a chair, and Will was a small distance off, holding a sword and looking every which way at once. Something (though she couldn't tell quite what from this distance) was drawing a lot of attention from others inside, and as she steeled herself to slip through the door, a gentle sound met her ear.

Hacking coughs sounded from the shoreline, and Noire peered down towards the dark water.

A human form lay sprawled at the edge, waves licking at the dress that the... woman wore. Squinting a bit more, she could vaguely make out that it was a familiar face. Businesslike, she strode down through the sand to the water, and took a closer look at the face. With eyes shut and a fierce redness oozing from her mouth, it was most certainly Raven. Noire intook breath quickly, and reached down to attempt to pick the woman up.

God DAMN, she's heavy for a tiny person! Flopping back onto the sand, she thought about what would be the best way to go about getting her back into the club with as little injury as possible. Dragging was out of the question.

Touching a hand to the younger girl's hair, she whispered quickly, "I'll be right back!" and ran back to the club to burst inside, utterly forgetting about the earlier incidents.

"Raven's down at the shoreline, and she seems as though she's hurt pretty badly. I'll need some help bringing her inside."

*Inside the club, the fire roared once more, uninhibited. Raven could be found laying on a couch, a black feather clutched in her sandy and blood-streaked hand.*

As the door slammed open and Noire slid to a halt inside, she was cordially greeted by Raven's body, lying across the couch in a coffin-esque manner. The fire had flared once more, sparking, in the Victorian sense, onto the brick hearth.

Noire's brows flitted together briefly.

Stepping past the cats and over the carpets to where Raven lay, she reached down and took the object held almost lovingly between Raven's fingers. As she brought it to the light, the dark feather glinted with sand and new blood, and immediately, her mind raced.

I remember someone else. She frowned in thought, and placed the feather back on Raven's hands. Noire laid a fingertip between Raven's eyes, and her own pale eyes shimmered briefly before their light died. Now, Raven gleamed faintly in the firelight.

That having been done, Noire turned back to the fireplace, and reached into the flame. Why is it different? It feels controlled... The flames waltzed with her slender fingers, and she felt out their story. She stood, and chuckled to herself.

"Will the past come back to haunt us, or bless us?" Contemplating the hearth once more, she gave a somewhat bitter smile to the flames, before turning back to Raven. Noire had retrieved a clean rag from the bar countertop, and began to wipe the now-drying blood from Raven's hands.

EDIT = ooc: My apologies for the novel-esque posts.

*The cool tendrils of breeze crept through the club once more. Hushed.. weak.. searching..*

EDIT: OOC: No worries. I prefer detail. Always have.

ooc: Mkay. Just didn't want to cause reading to become a hassle.

ic: Having cleared the vast majority of the blood from Raven's unconcious form, Noire rocked back onto her heels and inwardly sighed. Nights like these, when the club took on a rather desolate status, was enough to make anyone, even the occasional mercenary, almost feel a sense of loneliness.

Standing, she shook her head and chuckled at the thought, and reached forward to check on Raven's fever. The girl's forehead was still warm to the touch, but her skin was no longer outrageously flushed and painful to feel. Glancing back to make sure she was sufficiently clean and comfortable, Noire stepped back over to the bar counter, and threw the bloodied rag into the trashcan. Finally allowing herself to collapse onto a stool, she let out a breath and allowed her dark flames to glitter at her fingertips.

She took a sip from the resulting vodka bottle, and holding her right hand out, surveyed the healing damage. Her fingers were regenerating in a somewhat lopsided manner, but at least they were there. Her eyes checked on Raven again, who, still glimmering faintly, was now breathing normally.

*Slowly, oh so slowly, blood drained from the rag, seemingly into thin air.*

ooc: Just so you know, it's in the trashcan as opposed to being on the counter, so it's practically impossible for Noire to notice the blood draining from it. Unless it's just a factor in the roleplay, and nothing she needs to respond to. >< Not to nitpick.

ic: She stretched, and decided against sitting around in her work clothes and trench coat. Leaving the bottle of vodka on the counter, she walked past the couch to check on Raven again, and thumped up the stairs, boots echoing against the wooden floor.

Reaching her room, she unlocked the door and dropped the key on the bed, leaving the door open. It'll be all right; I'm going back down in a few minutes, and no one's around anyway. Her trench coat fell to the floor with a clatter, weaponry clashing against one another. The coat was followed by her pants and t-shirt, which remained dark in the low light. Tugging on clean pajama bottoms and another black t-shirt, Noire caught up her worn clothes (and the things that were lying in the laundry basket) and stepped briskly down the hallway to the laundry machine. Opening the doors and dumping all her clothes inside, she fiddled with the dials for a moment. The moonlight paled her hair through the windows before the machine, causing her already-white hair to look almost translucent in the night.

Still in the process of healing her hand, the blue irises of her eyes shimmered faintly as she turned in the dark to pad barefoot back towards her room.

OOC: I know. It's just for awareness, and not something characters need to notice. Yet. And forgive my rather short posts. Sadly, I'm not left with an alternative at the moment.

*There was a quiet sighing sound, and the lights flickered uncertainly for the noise. Behind the bar, the rag was nearly drained clean.*

ooc: Naw, it's okay. I'm doing calculus homework at the same time. Well, I'm roleplaying more than doing calculus. :p

ic: Entering her room once more, Noire hung her coat on the peg next to the door, and peering into the mirror, shook her head in an attempt to change her hair a bit.

It went directly back to the style it was in before, and she rolled her eyes at her mirrored face before glancing at the bed, deciding to once more not make it, and closing the door behind her prior to stepping down the stairs to allow her bare feet to sink into the thick pile of the rug.

Returning to her vodka, she went over to see how Raven was doing, and satisfied, Noire returned to the monotonous countertop.

"What a very quiet night. Such a pity" as Cyberist slithered in "this place could do with a a bit more...personality."

OOC: Ah, calc. There's a bunch of classes I don't miss.

Soon..

*The rag was now virtually clean. The black rose almost seemed to move on the bar, as if the bloom were trying to open farther. But surely it was a trick of the dancing firelight.*

ooc: I don't mind it at the mo', because we're relating it to physics, which I like. This way, the math actually serves an effing purpose. I like doing derivatives, too.

ic: She watched the dark rose on the countertop shimmer in the firelight, and almost jumped out of her skin at the scraping sound of the arrival of another... being.

Her lips twisted into a smirk upon seeing Cyberist. "Long time, no see."

"Ah, Noire how unpleasant nice to see you."

*he wandered through the caverns and could tell the general mood was very somber. the sentries posted at each entry/exit were especially wary and somewhat on edge. he entered a dimly lit room and sat down across from the captain who had escorted him down into the cliffs.*

"The time of Gidetisms is done...the time of another is nigh..."

Surely she hasn't left you...for good, I mean. She would never abandon you...never...

"All things change. Some for better, some not. Why have you come here, one called Vex?"

She giggled mirthlessly in his direction. "Naturally." The smile dropped from her face, and she nodded to the creature curtly.

"I haven't seen you in quite a while."

"I have been busy doing my...job" it said after some thought "On a-in another place."

She raised an eyebrow at the Cyberist, and tossed down half of the vodka remaining in the bottle.

Lifting the same hand, she wiped at her mouth, and shrugged. The shuriken glinted in a deadly manner. "At least you're keeping busy."

She raised an eyebrow at the Cyberist, and tossed down half of the vodka remaining in the bottle.

Lifting the same hand, she wiped at her mouth, and shrugged. The shuriken glinted in a deadly manner. "At least you're keeping busy."

"Yes, it's been quite busy lately. It always gets that way." The closer we get to completion.

"Mmm." She made a sound into her glass, then took another sip before wandering over to stand before the windowpane. The club had thoroughly dimmed by now, and nothing lit it but the massive fireplace and the candles around the room.

The flamed light danced over her, blending with the darkness as to create a oceanic effect.

She caught the gaze of the stars, briefly, before examining the reflection of the room behind her through the use of the glass on the window.

"Mmm." She made a sound into her glass, then took another sip before wandering over to stand before the windowpane. The club had thoroughly dimmed by now, and nothing lit it but the massive fireplace and the candles around the room.

The flamed light danced over her, blending with the darkness as to create a oceanic effect.

She caught the gaze of the stars, briefly, before examining the reflection of the room behind her through the use of the glass on the window.

"So, what have you been up to?"

She watched him through the glass reflection, and considered the question.

Not answering yet, she took another sip from the vodka bottle, and watched it explode into tiny flames in her hand before disappearing. The dreams hadn't come to her in months, but last night, the voice had whispered to her again.

And tonight.. tonight reminded her of something, though she wasn't quite sure what of. The disappearance of her fire had left a jarring image in her mind, even more so than the black feathers and the bloodied thorns. She felt as though she were a lone poem that someone had read, and of which the person had not quite grasped the metaphor.

Subconciously, she knew he was going to speak again tonight as she slept. Turning to look at Raven's unconcious figure on the sofa, she smiled faintly, and turned back to the Cyberist. "Dreaming."

She watched him through the glass reflection, and considered the question.

Not answering yet, she took another sip from the vodka bottle, and watched it explode into tiny flames in her hand before disappearing. The dreams hadn't come to her in months, but last night, the voice had whispered to her again.

And tonight.. tonight reminded her of something, though she wasn't quite sure what of. The disappearance of her fire had left a jarring image in her mind, even more so than the black feathers and the bloodied thorns. She felt as though she were a lone poem that someone had read, and of which the person had not quite grasped the metaphor.

Subconciously, she knew he was going to speak again tonight as she slept. Turning to look at Raven's unconcious figure on the sofa, she smiled faintly, and turned back to the Cyberist. "Dreaming."

"Now what could you be dreaming about? Tragedy? Let me guess. You lost a...personal thing?"

She laughed outright.

"I'll be honest with you, despite the fact that I don't find you trustworthy." Her eyes met his, serious above the laughing teeth. "I haven't the slightest clue." Still chuckling, Noire shook her head and, padding barefoot back over to the bar counter, seated herself once more. "It has more to do with a past that isn't a part of my future, I think. But one can never really be sure, can they?" Her eyes flitted up beneath her lashes to observe his reactions.

She laughed outright.

"I'll be honest with you, despite the fact that I don't find you trustworthy." Her eyes met his, serious above the laughing teeth. "I haven't the slightest clue." Still chuckling, Noire shook her head and, padding barefoot back over to the bar counter, seated herself once more. "It has more to do with a past that isn't a part of my future, I think. But one can never really be sure, can they?" Her eyes flitted up beneath her lashes to observe his reactions.

"Pardon, but time starts to blur after you've...existed as long as I, but I'm guessing you've lost an old part of you."

Noire shrugged in response. "As I've stated, I haven't the slightest clue." A smile flitted sadly, quickly across her face, before settling back into her jaw.

"Sometimes..." she stopped herself mid-sentence, then restarted, haltingly. "Sometimes, do you wonder how you've gotten where you are?"

Noire looked up at him sharply, catching his eyes. "Like when a child goes sleepwalking, and finally wakes only to find himself in an entirely different place and situation than the one he thought himself to be in."

She noticed he was preoccupied, and turning away from him, returned to her window.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she allowed her forehead to lean against the glass, and she sighed, her breath infecting the window with fog. Noire looked up through her eyelashes, trying to meet with the moon, but it was busy admiring itself in the sea beneath it.

Noire smiled tiredly to see it. Figures.

Raven drew a ragged breath and tighted her hand around the feather, a wisper of a smile played at the corners of her lips. her voice was hoarse.
hello...is any one here?

Raven drew a ragged breath and tighted her hand around the feather, a wisper of a smile played at the corners of her lips. her voice was hoarse.
hello...is any one here?
Patrick re-entered the club, it had been a few days since he had last made contact with others in the hotel. He had spent much time on his yacht, which was still moored in the harbor.

Beist wandered up to the bar, hands in his pockets. His tail swished, agitated with his new surroundings, all while he tried to look as cool as possible. He could control his expression, but his damn tail, that was different. And his ears. they twitched about, registering all of his surroundings, looking for interesting noises, anything that would give him an edge.
whatever, he thought, this place looks fine. So why am I nervous? He sat down, setting his spear to the side, and ordered himself a drink.
"Irish Cream. Please."
His tail was calming down.

Beist wandered up to the bar, hands in his pockets. His tail swished, agitated with his new surroundings, all while he tried to look as cool as possible. He could control his expression, but his damn tail, that was different. And his ears. they twitched about, registering all of his surroundings, looking for interesting noises, anything that would give him an edge.
whatever, he thought, this place looks fine. So why am I nervous? He sat down, setting his spear to the side, and ordered himself a drink.
"Irish Cream. Please."
His tail was calming down.
Patrick looked at Beist for a moment before saying: I am new here to, Raven should be with us shortly.

Startled by a noise from the couch, and the entrance of two people, Noire tiptoed over to the sofa, and leaned over the back nonchalantly.

"Hey, Raven. You awake?"

Patrick re-entered the club, it had been a few days since he had last made contact with others in the hotel. He had spent much time on his yacht, which was still moored in the harbor.
Raven fought against her self for several moments be for a fresh wave of pain crashed down on her. she could not sit up or open her eyes but mananaged to role to her side as she stared to cough again,blood dripping onto the floor.
yah iam here..i think

Raven fought against her self for several moments be for a fresh wave of pain crashed down on her. she could not sit up or open her eyes but mananaged to role to her side as she stared to cough again,blood dripping onto the floor.
ooc: im gonna have to read a few pages back arent I ?

ooc: im gonna have to read a few pages back arent I ?
ooc: yah..page 46

ooc:Im a lil confoosed.. are you in the club or on the beach?

ooc: im gonna have to read a few pages back arent I ?

ooc: It may help if you read back one or two pages. Raven was found on the shoreline by my character, who rushed back to the club to get help. When she got there, Raven was spread out on the sofa, with a black feather. Noire cleaned her up and began a healing process. That's about where we are with the bleeding. :p

ic: Stepping carefully around the sofa, Noire knelt back down beside Raven. "Odd; the healing should've started from the inside out." Her eyes lit briefly, and Raven's body resonated a gentle glimmer.

Noire stood. "Hopefully that'll help."

ooc:Im a lil confoosed.. are you in the club or on the beach?
ooc: right now im in the club on the couch by the fire place...i started out on the beach

ooc: right now im in the club on the couch by the fire place...i started out on the beach
ooc: gotcha
ic:
*Picks up his cell and dials a number
"Yah we got a situation here. Bring the medical supplies and the satelite phone"
He turned toward the others:
"My body guard is coming from my boat with anything he could of use. If we could help at all... please tell us"

ic: Stepping carefully around the sofa, Noire knelt back down beside Raven. "Odd; the healing should've started from the inside out." Her eyes lit briefly, and Raven's body resonated a gentle glimmer.

Noire stood. "Hopefully that'll help."
she noded and tryed to smile
thanks noire

Standing in the middle of the rug, Noire watched the people, and creatures, by the look of it, become a flurry of activity.

The ridiculousness of the situation hit her, and a giggle escaped her throat. One laugh after another echoed behind her hand, until she was doubled over with laughter.

Catching her breath, she wiped the tears from her eyes and allowed the remaining giggles to escape from her throat. Now calm, she nodded to the man on the cell phone. "She should be all right, I do believe." She glanced at Raven, as if asking her to affirm the statement.

Standing in the middle of the rug, Noire watched the people, and creatures, by the look of it, become a flurry of activity.

The ridiculousness of the situation hit her, and a giggle escaped her throat. One laugh after another echoed behind her hand, until she was doubled over with laughter.

Catching her breath, she wiped the tears from her eyes and allowed the remaining giggles to escape from her throat. Now calm, she nodded to the man on the cell phone. "She should be all right, I do believe." She glanced at Raven, as if asking her to affirm the statement.

Raven smiled and listen to Noire burst in to laughter.
iam ok...

"Good."

Dropping into a chair across from Raven, Noire curled around a cushion and watched the fire move across the bricks of the hearth.

Shortly, her memories of them faded as her lashes met the top of her cheekbones in sleep.

ooc: I'm exhausted. G'night.

"Good."

Dropping into a chair across from Raven, Noire curled around a cushion and watched the fire move across the bricks of the hearth.

Shortly, her memories of them faded as her lashes met the top of her cheekbones in sleep.

ooc: I'm exhausted. G'night.
night noire
she hummed to her self as she turned the feather over in her hands trying to rember how it got there

ooc: night :)

Raven sighed and drifed back in to unconsciousness holding the strange black feather.


ooc: night everyone, see you all later

ooc: yah i better get to bed too.

*Vex awoke to darkness. total and absolute darkness. the bed he lay in was much too short and sleeping any longer would be a chore*

*the goblins were by nature extremely quiet creatures, but the silence now was also absolute. his rolling over and sitting upright on the straw mattress was deafeningly loud...or so it seemed to him. he groped for the box of wooden matches and struck one against the rock wall, touching the flame to the wicks of his candelabra. the stone walls shone eerily as he walked into the hallway outside his room. nothing there...*

*he walked slowly through the honeycomb of passageways, one after the other, peeking into every room he came across. the place was obviously empty. unless he was sorely mistaken, the goblin folk, every single one of them, had vanished completely and silently in the night. or was it even night time? how was one to tell down here?*

*Vex stood there in the darkness, alone and utterly lost in the goblin's underground complex buried deep inside the cliffs*

*Will got to the club well before dawn and started assembling his kit. He brought the kayak to the beach in front of the clubhouse. On the bar counter he spread out his gear and packed his waterproof bag. He scrawled a note and pinned it on top of JuNi's*

WENT TO FIND THE "Derelict" AM STARTING AT THE NORTH SHORE CLIFFS;
ANY HELP WOULD BE APPRECIATED. Will

*He brewed a cup of coffee and ate a cold breakfest. Wondered if there was anybody around to help; but it was too early for any of the regular patrons to be up and about.*

Noire stirred in her seat, and her eyebrows flitted together as the vague voice whispered against her ear for a moment, in dream. Her eyelids shuddered open slowly, and as she awkwardly moved out of her cramped position, the smell of brewing coffee greeted her nose.

Standing, she checked on Raven once more, and was satisfied to find her sleeping before stumbling barefoot across the floor to drop onto a stool next to Will, rubbing sleepily at her eyes.

"Hey."

Noire stirred in her seat, and her eyebrows flitted together as the vague voice whispered against her ear for a moment, in dream. Her eyelids shuddered open slowly, and as she awkwardly moved out of her cramped position, the smell of brewing coffee greeted her nose.

Standing, she checked on Raven once more, and was satisfied to find her sleeping before stumbling barefoot across the floor to drop onto a stool next to Will, rubbing sleepily at her eyes.

"Hey."
Hey, sorry to distrub you. I missed you and raven over in the shadows. Didn't light the place up like I usually do. Somebody's got to go look for the treasure hunters

She nodded tiredly. "S'all right." Looking around haphazardly for the brewing pot, she questioned, "Got 'ny more coffee left?"

She nodded tiredly. "S'all right." Looking around haphazardly for the brewing pot, she questioned, "Got 'ny more coffee left?"
*pours her a mug of coffee*

who's on the couch?

ooc- Will wouln't know who was on the couch so this corrects that

She nodded gratefully at him, and downed a bit of the coffee. "Thanks. This coffee is fucking good; you're gonna have me spoiled if you keep making this every morning." Noire took another sip, then looked over at Raven.

"That's Raven. She used to be around more often, but disappeared for a bit. I found her on the shoreline last night, all bloodied up." Noire frowned mid-speech.

"It was odd, really... when I ran back to the club to get someone to come help me bring her up, she was lying on the couch, holding that feather." She gestured to the dark object clutched in Raven's sleeping fist.

Her flashlight still worked, though at the moment it would have made little difference. Shortly after Ju and Orchid had turned in for the night, she found herself unable to sleep and so slinked off into the darkness. The intention was to just do a little looking around, but it really was a pity how often things did not go according to plan. In the gloomy shadows and irregular formations, it was easy to miss something. This included a decidedly open shaft where solid rock was expected underfoot.

She woke hours later, dazed and disoriented. There was no way to climb up, and ahead the passage was barely large enough to crawl through. Beyond, however, she caught the glimpse of a faint but eerie greenish glow.

She nodded gratefully at him, and downed a bit of the coffee. "Thanks. This coffee is fucking good; you're gonna have me spoiled if you keep making this every morning." Noire took another sip, then looked over at Raven.

"That's Raven. She used to be around more often, but disappeared for a bit. I found her on the shoreline last night, all bloodied up." Noire frowned mid-speech.

"It was odd, really... when I ran back to the club to get someone to come help me bring her up, she was lying on the couch, holding that feather." She gestured to the dark object clutched in Raven's sleeping fist.
glad you like the coffee, and there's no reason you shouldn't be spoiled by somebody a little bit..*smiles*
I've met Raven. She's followed by trouble and often seeks refuge to recover at the club. I believe it has to do with her family. That feather looks like one of the two that appeared on the bar yesterday.. There are strange goings on to be sure.

*stands up*

I need to leave with the outgoing tide, or it'll be hell fighting the surf to get out into the bay. Take care.


OOC- got to do some RL work for a couple-three hours

*Will goes out to the beach and loads his gear into the kayak. with a final wave to Noire he positiioned himself into his craft and worked his way thru the surf to the bay beyond. Angleing north-northwest he becomes a dot on the horizon, and then disappears*

She chuckled with him, and nodded in response to his discussion of Raven and the feathers. "It's quite odd, to be sure, but odd things happen constantly in this place. Anyway," she took another sip of the coffee, and walked with him to the door, "Have fun with the kayaking and treasure-hunting, and thanks for the coffee."

Noire raised her glass slightly and gave a brief nod to him before turning back to the room as he became a dot on the horizon.

Glancing back to Raven's sleeping form, she quirked her lips into a brief smile. No jobs today, so I may as well sit and keep an eye out for her. Maybe I'll clean a bit, too.

Finishing up the coffee, she went into the kitchen, and retrieving a bucket of soapy water and a stiff brush, got down onto her hands and knees to begin scrubbing the tiled kitchen floor.

ooc: See ya.

*finally realising he is sinking down in the ground craig suddenly stops, he floats on top of an extremely dark cave, he couldn't see the bottom of it or the sides, but he did hear noises coming from below him, in doubt on what to do craig starts slowly floating down trying to find out what was making the noise, as he started nearing the floor of the cave he sees several blue lights running around, not able to see what they are he decided he could just yell at them, they couldn't kill him anyways*
"Hello"
*his voice echoed and the blue lights stopped moving*

*for a moment craig thought the creatures below him were about to attack but than a couple of words silently echoing, too silent to understand, a light appeared, high above craig, lighting up the cave, or atleast the middle of it as he couldn't see the sides of the cave yet*
'welcome to Erialdas, home of the forgotten'
*craig notices a small man dressed in some kind of fur holding a bag and a lantern, with bright green eyes and black hair running all the way down to the ground, and some others just like him, except for one dressed in a blue cloak with purple eyes unlike the others*
"what do you mean by that?"
'You just entered our world, hidden inside your own world, you are in darch-cavian, the darkest and largest cave of Erialdas, the whole cave is covered with mushrooms, our main food supply' the purple eyed one said
"i'm sorry for asking but what kind of creatures are you?"
'we are the forgotten gnomes' the purple eyed gnome said looking at his blue lantern
"Hmm okay, and what are you going to do with me?"
'Just follow me, i'm Creolas' the purple eyed gnome said friendly
*the magic light flickered a few times and died out, the only light left came from the blue lanterns*
*creolas started walking, faster than craig had seen any human do, quickly floating behind him craig was wondering what he got himself into*
'There's no need to be affraid, i'm just taking you too our elders'
"Nice, by the way, my name is craig, just a local ghost from up above"
'I'm sure the elders already know that, as we desperatly need help, they got some magicians together for a special assignment, i guess that involved getting you here'
"Magicians, like you, you made the light back there, right?"
'Yes i did, i'm a purple-eye, or a magician as you call it, now please follow me' creolas answered while passing by some gnomes with bags
*craig realised that creolas wants him too stop asking questions, probably so that he doesn't answer anything he shouldn't, swiftly creolas walks down a tunnel with blue lights hanging above and inside it*

ooc: i got some problems writing in english, it seems a bit amateur but that's just because i'm not used to writing stories in english

Raven shuddered bracing her self against the pain that threatined to throw her back in to uncountiousness. What ever Noire had done had helped dull the pain, but it was now wearing off. It took her a while but eventualy Raven was able to get her self so that she was sitting up. The bar was empty so she sat waiting and looking at the feather and trying to remember how it had gotten there and the person that she had seen in her dreams.

*walks in with a bag over his shoulder*

Yo ho ho everyone

*walks in * *sits down and grabs a pint* * begins reading newspaper*

*walks in with a bag over his shoulder*

Yo ho ho everyone
turns in the direction of LP's voice.
hello
she struggled to get the word, it was barly above a wisper

turns in the direction of LP's voice.
hello
she struggled to get the word, it was barly above a wisper
*puts down the bag in a corner and goes over to Raven*

What's the matter, Raven?

*puts down the bag in a corner and goes over to Raven*

What's the matter, Raven?
iam sick, she smiled and looked down at the feather that she held in her hands. How was your trip?