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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 10, 2008 16:32:55 GMT -5
   An arrow through your soul, better aim and go.
Her hair rolled onto her shoulders, are at least what little could get to it. Her hair was short, until you got to the front, where the two strands that stayed on her shoulders were longer, running down them while all the rest barley reached them. Yomi's eyes where closed, just for the moment, she didn't want her emerald eyes to see anything, no one was in the room. And she was thankful for that, even in a house in which you couldn't leave, and were you were trapped, the marks where still there. Usually because that person would run out of the gate, Yomi no longer wanted to see that though, she no longer wanted to know who would try to get a free life only to die. That couldn't be helped, she had the eyes, and they wouldn't go away, she was born with them. And she needed to live with them, even if it was hard. She could do it, just right now she didn't want to look at someone, just so she wouldn't see one, just encase.
On her shoulder sat her best friend, his purple eye glaring at the fire, while the rest of his face seemed to be covered. Zarame's red hair spiked a bit, he was just thinking. Compared to her blue hair, he stuck out. Yomi opened her eyes after another moment of silence ticked by, and she too stared at the fire, taking in the dancing flames with her almost glowing eyes. Thanks to the grim reaper that sat on her shoulder, she was able to sort of control what her eyes saw, if they could see the mark from a while away, but she was still new at it, and wasn't too good.
She was still getting help from him. Her eyes flickered over to him, before going back to the flames, and she sighed. "Think we'll get out of here?" A reply wasn't really expected, he was known to zone out and not hear her, but a noise was made, what would sound like a high pitched squeak to others, and what was her answer. Yomi was the only one that could hear him perfectly, to everyone else, it was a noise, to her it was words. It was only because she had the same eyes as he did, him being a reaper, and her having the eyes of one.
Other than her eyes, the girl didn't move. She looked like a doll sitting in that chair, with how her skin looked like porcelain, anyone could think the mistress was really a tall doll.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 10, 2008 23:09:47 GMT -5
Emro walked into the room. He had his quartz necklace around his neck. He still couldn't get the internet working in this place. Maybe it was some sort of vortex. This only furthed his suspicion on this place. Earlier he had been outside staring at the gates.
He looked around the room and spotted the girl with..something on her shoulder. Was this another paranormal experience. Emro would've been giddy like a school girl if he wasn't still depressed about being banished. The girl was rather pretty though with her blue hair. Was it natural or dyed. But...she looked fake. How...odd.
Emro then glanced at the being on her shoulder. It had a menacing looking scythe, but Emro wasn't threatened though.
Well, if she was fake, she wouldn't reply. Its worth a shot. "Hello there." Emro greeted, moving his hair out of his red eye.
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 11, 2008 10:09:03 GMT -5
Zarame seemed to be the first to notice, the first to take his eyes off of the fire and to the person who entered the room. Obviously he paid more attention to things than she did at the moment! But she seemed like she was in a trance, one could call it that, her eyes didn't blink while she starred at the dancing flames. Yomi was oblivious to everything but the reaper on her shoulder, if not for a moment.
He said something, or squeaking something, which every way you heard it. And he seemed to jump off her shoulder and into her lap, making her green eyes follow his movements. He'd said someone else was in the room, and then went back to gazing off somewhere, most likely thinking again. With the reapers words in her ears, Yomi leaned forward to see around the chairs and let her eyes go where ever they could.
She only wanted to see who was there, and she did. It was someone she didn't know, and she really didn't plan on knowing them. Distance was the thing she liked, so if the ring appeared it didn't worry her at all. But she was a nice person, and greeting was greeting. "Hello." She seemed to lean back in the chair and let her eyes rest on the grim reaper whom sat in her lap.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 11, 2008 10:56:14 GMT -5
Emro's eyes drifted down to the creature in her lap. Such an interesting thing the she had. He started walking towards the nearest empty chair and sat down. It happened to be near her. The girl's first impression on him was that she wanted to be distant. She was alone with an odd creature, sat very still, and stared into oblivion.
He smiled at her. "My name is Emro Deucalion, what's your name."
Emro had heard the creature squeak before, but it didn't ring any bells from his readings that he had done about spirits and monsters. Could it had been one in disguise, it wasn't too common that a being would take a form of another...or was it a possessed doll? Or would the girl even tell him what it was.
"Miss, what do you have there in your lap. It is very interesting." Emro said with his same warm smile.
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 12, 2008 12:26:16 GMT -5
Maybe she shouldn't have spoken, but she wasn't being rude. Even if she ignored the people in the house she would at least say one thing to them, maybe it would be blunt, but that was it. Distance was what she wanted, and she'd make sure she got that n matter what, Yomi just didn't want anyone to get close. There were still ways you could die in this house, even if you healed quickly.
To distract herself from thinking her hand reached for Zarame's scythe, only for him to move and point the pointy thing at her. He didn't like others touching it, it was his after all. The shinigami often even cut her hand with it, when she tried to pick him up, or still the scythe. Right now he was just pointing and squeaking, and she couldn't help but smile. He was so small, and thought he could scare, it made him look adorable, to her at least.
"Yomi Akatsuki" It was simple and no others words were said as she moved her hand so it wouldn't be stabbed. His purple eye glared at her, that was a natural look for the reaper, he glared at everything. At Emro's next question, her eyes moved away from the reaper, allowing him to have a cut at her hand before his eyes went back to the fire; her eyes soon moved away before she answered. "A shinigami." Most knew that term, or what it meant. It still meant grim reaper. Zarame seemed to look at her, then back to stare into space, finding it all to be rather boring.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 12, 2008 12:43:24 GMT -5
A Shinigami, from what I've read, that means a reaper. How odd for one to be in such a tiny form. This place gets even more interesting with each passing day.
Emro found it hard to talk with the girl when she only had a few words to say. With such a still posture, it was also hard to draw a conclusion about her. Though, it didn't stop him from making one inside his head.
Still posture, few words, distant attitude, constant staring off. Hiding something drastic?
Emro smiled warmly at her. "Pleasure to meet you, Yomi. If you don't mind me asking, how did you find your little friend there?" Emro thought some people were more lucky than others to have experienced something supernatural. Well, he was experiencing something supernatural, and it was this mansion, but this wasn't how he pictured his first experience. Being trapped in a mansion for all eturnity.
Emro played iddly with the quartz around his neck. Now he began to wonder. Would the quartz protect him from the shinigami. If it was a spirit than maybe, but this was an experiment he wasn't ready to try yet, he knew what they could do.
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 12, 2008 13:17:20 GMT -5
"He can't hurt you, not anymore at least." She figured if he knew the word than he might be scared that Zarame would try to give him the mark, make his life end soon. The reaper could no loner do that, not until he had his powers back; there's was a false shinigami running around with his powers at the moment too. "His powers were stolen, meaning this is all he can do." Her hand was held up to show the small cut that was made, that was yet to heal. But by time her hand went back down to her lap, it was back to how it had been.
Stupid house. He couldn't die, but she could. The house didn't really affect him, mainly because he would always live, no matter what. The house was odd, but then again it wasn't to her, to others it was. Yomi just didn't find many things interesting anymore, her eyes let her see more than she should have, that alone drained her of anything that could be odd. And most things seemed as if they happened everyday. Finding the shinigami was like an everyday thing for her then.
"I was there when his powers were stolen, and it wasn't hard to catch him." She lifted him up by the back of his coat, making him move and try to stab her hand again, she was showing just how small he had become. And with that came the squeaking, the words that he was saying. "Sorry Zarame." He got a poke in before she let him back on her lap. He'd get her back for trying to take the scythe, and picking him up. Maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight, but he was clever; he's find a way to get her back.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 12, 2008 13:32:23 GMT -5
It was like she read his mind. He never had heard of shinigami's losing their powers, but shinigamis weren't really his realm of expertice, so there was still many things that were unfamiliar to him about them. "Oh, well, that kinda sucks." Emro said. There wasn't really more to say than that.
"Is there any way he can get his powers back. If someone stole them, can't he go an steal them back. I doubt the mansion can contain him" Emro said looking at the small reaper.
Emro did his best to contain his laughter, he really didn't want his hand to get cut up by a mini reaper. He arched his brow. "So, what made you want to take care of your friend Zarame there?" He asked.
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 12, 2008 13:44:09 GMT -5
They could lose their powers, a mere human could do such, steal the powers of one that is. It was uncommon, but they could do it, it just mattered if you had the guts to do such a thing, and the speed to take what you needed. "In order to get them back you must hunt the false reaper down. Zarame can't do that alone; even if the curse doesn't effect him he doesn't have another one that can leave this house."
Zarame knew he couldn't find the person alone, thus he stayed. Yomi couldn't leave the house and help him get them back, no matter how much she wanted to. But at least he stayed, he was a big help to her. Green orbs dared to move away from him, and to Erom. Just for a second. He didn't have a ring, and her guard seemed to start to crumble, as long as the mark didn't show up while she was near him, things would be fine, right?
It was a one time chat, and she would most likely never see him around the house again. "He's the only one who could help me." And her eyes moved, back to the thinking reaper.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 12, 2008 14:00:57 GMT -5
Emro nodded, and then he began to wonder. If he could take the power of a shinigami then studying the unexplained would be a lot easier. So many questions could be answered, but at what cost. At what cost would things began to take a turn for the worse, maybe things wouldn't be easier. Well, Emro may never know.
"So, he can never get his power back since you're trapped in this mansion. Well, things could be worse." Emro laughed making eye contact with her. "The worse case scenario for me, some would actually be missing me, let's just say I had a Salem Witch Trial."
Then she said something that a lot of stories had in common. Help. She needed help, along with two other he'd came in contact with. "What do you mean help?"
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 12, 2008 14:09:56 GMT -5
She had to give a laugh, he said witch. She'd been called that before, once when she had told someone they had a black ring and they would die, and she tried to explain only to be called such foul names, that one included. But that no longer mattered to her, that had been right after she had found out what her eyes could see. And again when she told someone in the house about there's.
The name seemed to come and go to her, but it didn't really bother her at all. It couldn't anymore. "Even if you think someone is normal, they may not be. They may deal with more than someone can handle." That probably didn't make sense, but it did to her. "Everyone thought I was a normal girl, who's parents happened to die. I see more than the eye should see."
It was true, her parents died the morning before she went to school, and her eyes had seen the rings. But everyone had no clue, they though she was normal. "People can't see and hear a shinigami, even if there power is gone you can't understand them. You hear a squeak, I hear words." Her words were odd, but if he was smart, wouldn't he understand them?
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 12, 2008 14:21:51 GMT -5
Emro gave a smile, she was on the right path he was. "You and me both, Yomi. Back where I grew up, I meddled in everything imaginable. I read everything I could about the unexplained. I wanted my own experience, but everyone in my town though I was some sort of demon or witch. Except for some people who came by for medicine that I made from herbs. Which then that resulted in my banishment from my town. It may not be anywhere close to what you may be going through, but I've wanted supernatural characteristics."
I see more than the eye should see Emro tried to think of what she ment by that. It must be something supernatural, or, it had to be at that fact.
"So, you have a gift. Which is another thing that I've read, or to some a curse. So, Yomi, what do you see?" He asked.
Emro tilted his head a bit. "If people cant see and hear a shinigami, then how come you can see and hear them?"
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 12, 2008 14:36:04 GMT -5
"I've been called a witch before. People don't understand when someone comes up to you and tells you to be careful, your life will end soon. They don't understand it's not a joke." Maybe she was saying to much, she after all hadn't spoken to someone this much before. Not in a long time, Zarame often tried to get her to talk to others, making her chase him around and force her to run into others. Yomi wasn't really grace full, she tripped over things if they were in the floor, and she missed her target half the time.
For a moment she was quiet, debating on if she should say it or not. Someone tried to take her for experiments before; and she had to tell them it was all a joke. "It could be a gift to you, and a curse to me, or the other way around. It's how you look at it." Her eyes didn't move from the reaper in her lap, they stayed on him; he seemed to zone the conversation out. Which amazed her, she wished she could do that half the time. "A human shouldn't be able to the see the marks of a grim reaper, they shouldn't be able to see them, nor hear them."
"I was born with the eyes and ears of a reaper, thus i can see and hear what they do and see."
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Oct 12, 2008 14:47:14 GMT -5
Emro nodded and sat there wishing he had some sort of ability like that, not just the information on just about every mystery of life. He did have an insane memory and IQ for someone his age. In his life he would have been called a prodigy. Now, before him was some girl who had the eyes and ears of a reaper.
Then, he had to ask her the question. "So, if you can see the marks of a reaper. I'd like to ask you a question. When am I going to die? It doesn't matter to me when, I have nobody or anything." He smiled. "People like us are just faces in the crowd. People in society that rarely make headlines."
Then the conversation took a twist. "So, if you weren't trapped in here, what would you have done with your life?"
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Post by Ember !! Yomi on Oct 12, 2008 14:56:13 GMT -5
She was tempted to leave and get up at his statement. Or well his question. "I can only see the mark, not the time limit. Until your get a ring around your neck, you have a life to live. And you don't have one." She could see a grim reaper in the house, that was for sure, and she could see when they made the mark on a person. It was a ring around there neck, it started out gray and became darker over the days.
He didn't have one. And she could only tell when they were going to die because of that, she didn't no the date. "If i didn't come to this house i'd be doing what i was before i entered. Trying to find the false reaper." That was simple for her to answer, because she'd only come to the house to get out of the rain; if someone hadn't told her what she gotten herself into she would have tried to leave right after the rain had stopped.
The way he spoke of how his life didn't matter, made her want to leave. That could have been a reason she liked to hide from others.
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