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Post by mystique && emilee on Oct 8, 2008 15:33:18 GMT -5
At first glance, the female seemed to be one of the masters that wandered the endless halls of despair. Every movement was precise and elegant just bringing the silver spoon to her lips. It was around eight o'clock at night, the woman sat quietly as she ate her meal alone. Mystique wasn't a very good cook and only ate the food the servants served her. She never ordered them to cook since she had no authority over them, but they were generous nonetheless.
"Such a delectable meal, I must say Yumi." Just pushing the empty plate to the side as she sipped the warm delicious tea slowly. "Really. You must go all out for me..I am only a young slave of this manor as everyone else." Her dark violet eyes looked up at the cook just watching her cheeks flush. Yumi had been the only one who knew that she was a princess from Spain, but not all the details. The cook didn't know the reason why a well known princess had went missing.
"It's because you're royalty..." Was all the woman could get out, "I think this will be the only time I'll be able to serve food to a princess." Yumi's eyes looked away from Mystique when she noticed the soft eyes looking at her.
"In this place I am no longer Rosalinda Perez..." She only smiled at the woman. "That woman has died so long ago." Mystique didn't speak with sadness or pain since she did not feel for that anymore. She glanced at the clock seeing time just slowly passing. The woman brought a hand to her stomach still feeling a little bit hungry; it had been a while since she had such a good meal.
"Now then, what is for dessert?" Violet eyes sparkled with each word seeing the cook cheer up with pure joy, "Knowing that it came from you...It will be splendid." For now, she sat back in her seat as the cook scampered off to fetch the next course of the meal. |
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 8, 2008 23:32:53 GMT -5
The loud chiming of a grandfather clock echoed throughout the mansion. Eight o'clock at night. Emro had completely forgotten to eat dinner. He must have been busy invetigating the mysteries that this mansion had contained. Emro love a good mystery.
Emro had, earlier, tried to set up his internet, but to his dismay the house had blocked out his internet connection. Was it some strange side effect from living here? Did it not to be found out? It was a large annoyance for Emro. He wanted to do some research online, but now he couldnt. And he highly doubted this mansion had any of his books. Maybe, he could keep a day by day account of what he had experienced in this mansion, and, he could try and throw it into the front lawn.
Deep inside Emro's mind, he figured he owed the mansion something, for housing him and feeding him.
A woman's voice rang inside of his ear. It was coming from the dining room, this would be his first human contact, besides from a cook or butler. Emro ventured into the kitchen to see if he can talk with the girl and see if he can get any answers. The girl was rather tanned, and had violet hair and eyes. He wondered if she dyed her hair too. Her age..he'd guess would be in her twenties.
Emro walked towards her table, even though there were many open tables, he asked politely "Hello there miss, would you mind if I sat here?"
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Post by mystique && emilee on Oct 9, 2008 15:16:54 GMT -5
Violet eyes glanced upward at the man as her smile just continued gently. "Si...yes, you may." The woman spoke as she quickly switched from Spanish to English. "I don't mind at all." Mystique was actually a little relieved to know that there was someone that she could sit and chat with. When the sight of the cook came into view, the woman held her hand up as the cook came to a complete halt.
"If you do not mind, Yumi..." Her tone was authentic, yet completely friendly and gently, "Bring my friend some of your delicious food." It was strange to see mere slave giving orders to someone; Mystique didn't seem like a slave at all, but more like a master.
"Anything for the princess."
The woman made a slight face of grimace as soon as the cook left. She didn't like being referred as the princess since that wasn't who she was anymore. Looking at the boy that was sitting with her she held out a had in his direction. "My name is...Mystique." She spoke quietly, "And you are my friend?" OOC: short, blah. |
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 10, 2008 0:41:21 GMT -5
OOC: That is perfectly ok.
Emro smiled at her kindness. Such a new thing for him. So new. "Thank you, Mystique. An interesting name, I like it." Maybe he could have an intelligent conversation with this new found prisoner of the mansion. What was her story.
He watched the girl leave to bring him some food. Emro did like the food here, it seemed you could get almost anything you wanted. He might have to record that when he gets back to his room.
Friend...? He dwelled on that word. Most of the time, it was just said instead of "this person." Plus they had just met. Maybe in the future. Maybe.
Emro began playing with a pale quartz that hung from his neck. More like flicking it back and forth, like a cat playing with a dangling shoe lace. "My name is Emro Deucalion." He said with a warm smile.
He dwelled on this thought. What kind of memories would it bring up. How did she get here? What would her opinion be on him if he told her? Well, it was who he was. A researcher of things people don't normally believe in. "So, Miss Mystique. How did you get trapped here? Well, since I asked, I'll go first. Its more polite that way, to share my story first. Some people might be all defensive and be all "Well, why don't you share first." Now I'm just rambling." Emro laughed, feeling nervous. His fingers were rubbing the necklace as he talked. A sure since of his nervousness. He had a reason to be.
His eyes darted away for a second, to the cook with a plate of warm food. He thanked her, and began his story.
"I'm a researcher, in things people don't normally believe in. Monsters, sea serpents, spirits, aliens, the occult, and other things of that nature. Paranormal, UFOlogy, Cryptozoologly. Just to sum it all up. Well, I grew up in a small town. Where everyone knew everyone. Who was sleeping with who, who was robbing what, who was selling what. Nothing was hidden. Well, people began starting up rumors that I was some "Devil Child." The kid with..." and he moved his hair away. "Two different colored eyes, listening to heavy metal, studying weird things, making strange potions, which were infact ancient chinese herbal medicine. Well, medicine and health care is expensive these day." Emro was rambling again. "Anywhozle. About...." He mumbled "A week or so ago, a mob formed outside of my house and forced me out of my town. Only giving me time to gather a backpack of things. I bet my house has been burnt down. So I wandered for days until I came to this mansion. In some weird way, it saved my life." Emro then looked down. A young man, sentenced to eternity in a mansion, for being judged. "I want no pity party. Because I am sure there are some people worse off here than I am" He then smiled. "Just another mystery waiting to be solved. I guess I'm in one of my cases I read. I've always wanted to live out an paranormal experience." Emro laughed. "How ironic"
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Post by mystique && emilee on Oct 10, 2008 17:35:07 GMT -5
She only listened closely to his story not making any judgments as he spoke to her. The woman realized how nervous he was since it must have been difficult to come out about something so serious. Though Mystique wouldn't be able to comprehend that since she was (technically still is) a princess in her past life. As she waved the cook off; her hand elegantly brought the sliver spoon to her lips. The dessert that was in front of her was flan which gave her a little taste of what she was missing back in Spain.
"Ah, well Senor Emro Deucalion," Once again she used a Spanish term though it was hard to stop using her native tongue, "I guess that shows how immature people can really be." She spoke authentically as her eyes glistened in his direction. Mystique wasn't one to judge others because she believed that if there was something that made them happy, then it was alright. Though she had to admit it was a little strange that a child his age still believed in aliens.
When he asked about her reason for being in the mansion, Mystique took another spoonful of flan as she thought about what was going to say. "Well, lets just say that the woman that I knew before has disappeared from the face of the earth." With those words, she was able to hold a beautiful smile, but it seemed too strange. Most would believe that if one talked like this, they would stay depressed, but that wasn't the case for her at all. "I have blood of royalty, but it's nothing that is too important." |
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 10, 2008 18:33:20 GMT -5
Emro took a piece of cheese and nibbled on it. "Which is why the human race, is a doomed race. I've watched people destroy friendships over the silliest of things. Like love. I guess some people aren't ment to experience such things, or people who haven't experienced it don't know what its liked. I still find it silly to bicker over something. Small towns are fun, Mystique, because things are never a secret." He laughed over such a twisted things. "Ignorant people."
He removed his fingers from the quartz, he was warming up. Emro's eyes landed on her's and gave a warm smile. The Senor part kinda warmed him up. He did enjoy other people's languages.
People disappearing? That happens a lot, but it is a pretty cool mystery. One of the more fun ones to learn about.
"Blood royalty? That's pretty cool" He smiled and looked down at his soup. The smell enticed his nostrils. Smiling, he started to eat the warm meal.
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Post by mystique && emilee on Oct 10, 2008 19:40:06 GMT -5
She could only laugh wondering what he thought of her statement. Her laughter was light and crisp; it had been a long time since the last time she had laughed at something. Though the woman was a little too far from home, not that she could really go back. Violet eyes gazed at him before going back to her dessert still craving more. She really couldn't get enough of the delectable food that Yumi had made. It made Mystique miss home much less.
"Yumi, be a dear, and make another." Her eyes glistened delicately just handing the empty plate back to the cook, "Seems I might get fat." A soft tease murmured from her lips finding herself leaning on one of her hands. Mystique whipped the long bangs from her eyes just getting a better look at Emro. At the moment, she had just noticed clearly the streaks in his hair. While others found it strange, the woman found it very beautiful in an odd way.
"Ah! Yes, of course, princess."
Mystique tried her hardest not to grimace at the word princess. That wasn't who she was anymore, now she was just a mere slave in Haruka. There was no longer anything royal about her anymore. "Seems the girl is still stuck in the past." The words that slipped through her teeth were meant more for herself than for him, but there was a feeling that he would respond to it anyhow. |
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 10, 2008 19:57:33 GMT -5
Emro finished eating, he hardly ever ate. He wasn't really a big eater, which is why he was so frail and thin. Food never really was satisfying to him. He gave a warm smile and laughed when Mystique talked about how she might get fat. Getting fat seemed to be the only thing that girls ever talked about. Sometimes it annoyed him dearly.
Emro's eyes met her's and he saw his reflection. What was she staring at? Was there something on his face? Emro grasped a napkin and began wiping off his face just to make sure. He set his napkin down and stared down at his plate. The hunger was seeping back into him, maybe he could try and stomach something else.
"Hey, Mystique, what kind of food would you recromend?" He asked.
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Post by mystique && emilee on Oct 12, 2008 14:50:59 GMT -5
Violet eyes noticed how thin the boy was as she clasped her hands together on the table. What kind of food would she recommend? Well, there was so many types for her to choose from...where to start? Mystique whipped the long bangs out of her eyes as she continued to stare at Emro; now she was paying close attention to him and noticed his frail body. Did this boy not eat? She could only feel the slightest bit of worry for Emro.
"Well, I've lived in Europe my whole life before coming here," She spoke quietly, "So all I've really eaten was Euro food." A giggle escaped at once at her own words. Mystique loved to eat and never seemed to gain any weight from it. Once again, she scooped up the spoon again and brought it to her mouth as the caramel dessert slid down her throat. Oh, how she missed eating Euro food, but she was thrilled to have a cook that specialized in all types. |
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 12, 2008 15:03:11 GMT -5
Emro noticed the girl looking at him. Yeah, he was very frail. Food was the last thing on his mind most of the time. It never satisfied him. Emro smiled a bit. "I can tell you've noticed that I am very frail for a boy my age. Most boys my age love eating, but food never fills me. It never satisfies me."
Emro nodded. "Well, what kind of Euro food do you like. I've always wanted to travel and take my research of the unexplained to the real places, and not to be stuck reading books. You said you were in Europe, so have you been to Stonehedge?"
Emro realized that she never told him how she arrived here at the mansion. "Mystique, you never told me how you arrived here. Or if you did, I mustn't have processed it that well. Because I am doing my own independent research on this mansion, and I've thought of this place as like a seperate dimmension. Because people from all around have been entering this place. And I know for sure we all don't live around a small town that treats people like me as witches. Also it seems to also be a sanctuary for people in there time of need."
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Post by mystique && emilee on Oct 16, 2008 18:02:40 GMT -5
She tilted her head to the side as she thought slowly about what she could say to him. "Well, my recommendation would be Spanish food." Mystique said as she pushed the empty plate to the side once again. When he asked how she got here; Mystique thought of something that she could say to him. She didn't want to give him too much information since she didn't wanted to dwell too much in the past. The woman clasped her hands on her lap just smiling happily to herself.
"Yes, I've seen the Stonehedge with my...husband." The word was hard to get out since the man wasn't really the one that she loved, "After escaping from an arranged wedding, I traveled and lived on a boat with sailors." This story always made her smile and slowly began missing the old crew, "In other words they were pirates and quickly accepted me, they were the ones who gave me the name Mystique." She wondered if he would ask of her name that she still never stated.
"It was because of my way of carrying an air of mystery," Violet eyes looked at him now, "The crew knew nothing, but my name." She finally stated as she glanced at the cook who was smiling in her direction.
"Though the rest of Princess' story will remain a mystery." The cook stated with an oblivious smile as Mystique briefly stared coldly in her direction. |
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 16, 2008 18:28:44 GMT -5
Emro smiled at her "Lucky you. My dreams of traveling the world in search of the unexplained were ruined by this mansion, but things happen."
He thought it was quite exciting for someone to live on a boat, so many sites to see and so many things to learn. Emro was quite envious of her for such a reason. "Oh, arranged marriages, I did not know those were still going on. Interesting."
"Well, that is true, you do give off a sense of mystery. It is in your eyes." Emro said prodding his left over food with a fork. The food was cold and he wasn't going to finish it. He could never sit still.
Emro looked around and fiddled with his neckace trying to think of what to say. "How long have you been here Mystique? The time of arrange marriages and pirates make me think of the 17th and 18th century, but I don't want to give off the wrong idea, or make a wrong assumption."
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