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Post by Doctor on Dec 15, 2008 0:10:08 GMT -5
O'Remh found himself in the city of Silviv as he entered the mortal realm. The trees around him were taller than anywhere else in this world. Tall and beautiful and with a whole city built amongst its branches and on the ground.
O'Remh looked to his form which was now that of an elf boy's. He looked his hands over studying his fair, but healthy skin. With a mirror he conjured he looked at his roughly shoulder-length platinum blond hair, pointed ears and blue eyes and fine, soft, fair features that added a cute innocence to his face. The mirror vanished and he looked down at his white tunic, emerald green tabard and blue shorts. Judging by the appearence and the silk it was made of he wasn't just an elf, but an elf noble.
With a sweet smile of satisfaction he was off along a wooden path towards what he presumed was 'downtown' as it were. He wasn't sure what would happen yet, never was, but he was never somewhere if something wasn't going to happen. He passed a number of elves, most older. There was also the occasional centaur who seemed on some sort of special business and often mumbling about the heights.
Hi stroll led him through the streets and he was even able to catch a glimpse of the central tree for a moment and decided to make for it as best he could.
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 15, 2008 9:20:41 GMT -5
Green. Lots of green all around. Languorwine smiled, twirling a strand of silver hair flirtariously. Silva was a fun place. Too bad it would soon be down in flames if Malar had anything to do with it. In the meantime, she would just enjoy this red, red apple in her hands.
Mmm. Apples. Apples red as the blood of that noble elf she had slain, barely more than a day ago.
She took another bite, a serene smile on her face. Deciding to stop for a moment, the demigoddess of assassins swung herself casually off the walkway into a nearby branch, and scampered quickly until she was positioned directly over the 'street'. So what if she used a little magic to help? One could hardly be expected to climb a tree while eating an apple.
Ah, perfect. Just perfect.
But wait....was that an immortal she felt coming closer?
Lang shrugged slightly, continuing to eat her apple. Unless it was a Silvan demi (which was likely) or a demigod with a grudge against her (she couldn't think of any) or one with a fetish for apples, she was safe.
Or as safe as she could be in these times. Ah well.
What was life without a little danger?
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Post by Doctor on Dec 16, 2008 1:34:16 GMT -5
The 'elf boy' stared at the great central tree for a second and felt with natural perception for a presence which had just come to his attention. Not that he cared at all if it was someone pleasant or rude and so on. Change was change and if another demigod brought it than they were merely helping him, as all beings do.
No his attention was far more focused on the central tree. Without any effort and the briefest of thoughts his form slightly changed. A finely crafted silver breastplate appeared on his chest over the tabard and it bore a design that mimicked vines and trees and fit well. A pair of shoulder plates appeared as well, each design something like a leaf and made of the same material and same colour. A pair of gauntlets joined the armour and a leaf-shaped sword appeared at his belt while a helmet appeared on his head.
In addition he became a little taller and stronger and bravery appeared in his face as his persona's personality altered. He was still youthful however and looked no older than fourteen and looked both childishly cute and an older handsome at the same time. A young elven warrior of noble breeding, he'd get in with perfect ease now and no questions asked. So far his trip was turning out to be quite fun indeed.
Then he looked up at the branch overlooking the path and the tree it connected to. There was that demigod's presence he felt there. "Might thou toss me an apple?" he asked of the hidden deity, noticing the bright apples on the tree. "Getting a might hungry here."
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 19, 2008 5:20:54 GMT -5
Languorwine peered down, swinging her legs carefreely. A little elf boy, wearing armor unsuited for his age. A little noble that appeared less than he really was.
"Hello, O'Remh." Lang called cheerily. Reaching up, she plucked the reddest fruit she could find and tossed it down to the apple-obsessed demigod.
Taking one last bite, she sat down again, and tossed the apple core down to the ground far, far below. Lang took another fruit, and began the whole process again.
"So, 'young elf', what might you be up to today?" She asked teasingly, her free hand twirling her hair again. Green eyes twinkled mischeviously down at the demigod.
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Post by Doctor on Dec 19, 2008 11:05:57 GMT -5
O'Remh caught the fruit and bit into it. The sweet flesh of the fruit flowed through his body and form and he smiled. He looked at his armour and realized he hadn't quite formed the armour to fit him properly. With a little adjustment that was changed and it suited him perfectly. He took another bite and appeared on the branch next to Langourwine.
"Thanks for that Lang, and nice to see you here," he said cheerfully. "What I'm doing here is having fun and exploring."
The elf boy stood and pointed to the big central tree and spoke as he finished the apple off. "Wonderful place and I don't think I've been there for quite a few years, busy elsewhere. You gotta love the apples they grow here too, really good. Elves sure know their stuff alright about nature and all that."
Sitting back down he eyed his new companion with interest. Unlike him, she was likely here for a reason. Possibly he'd drawn her here in a sense, being one who brings change wherever he goes. "You wanna know why I chose such a young form?" he asked. "Because you get further with sweetness and charm. I'm adorable ain't I?" he asked with a smile.
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 21, 2008 7:25:17 GMT -5
"Yes, wonderful place indeed." Lang drawled, a smirk on her pale face. She shifted away slightly as her companion stood up, the branch creaking underneath them.
"Fun, eh? Seems like there's a decided lack of it nowadays...." She mused, with a quirk of her lips. Fun was never lacking for her. Anytime, anywhere, people wanted their enemies done away with, and Lang was always there to lend a helping hand.
Now, the Silvan demis...Languorwine's smirk widened slightly.
"Oh yes, you look very cute. So cute that I want to hug you." She said, taking another bite out of her apple. "No, really."
She smiled. "Mind if I tag along?"
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Post by Doctor on Dec 21, 2008 9:25:04 GMT -5
O'Remh chuckled at her responses to his bits of monologue, particularly his comment on his looks. "Well why don't you? I don't protest. As for tagging along, the demigod of assassins in a place with a whole bunch of elven nobles and stuff." He jumped from the branch, shifted form briefly to a bird and returned to his young elven form when he landed on the street again. "Sounds like fun!" he cried with a grin. "Who you here to kill? You know I'm unbiased so why don't you share mon ami?"
Change was change and it didn't matter how it came about, just as long as it did. As such assassins were just one of many fields in the world in which he was somewhat related. Assassins always brought huge change, and so he considered Lang to be a good friend. He considered most gods and demis his friends actually for their fields of patronage always involved change in some way. He had so many worshippers that way it was not countable.
"Oh and about that hug! I'm waiting."
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 23, 2008 5:41:12 GMT -5
Lang dropped to the ground agilely, cushioning her fall with magic. She straightened again, formerly rounded ears becoming pointed.
"Can't tell you that, sorry." She said mildly, with a shrug. "Client secrecy and all, not that I care, but hey, professionalism and all that, right?"
She glanced around, almost furtively. "Besides you never know who's listening. Malar and his games nowadays...."
Without warning, Lang pulled the other demi into a not-very-gentle hug. "Now, little kid, be a good nephew and come with auntie Lang to see the Life Treeh, hmm?" She murmured into his ear.
Abruptly, she let him go, and stood up straight again, taking his hand.
"Now, now, don't wander off!" She said with a laugh, and another twirl of her silver hair.
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Post by Doctor on Dec 23, 2008 13:24:55 GMT -5
Considering who he got the hug from and the circumstances he couldn't, and never planned on, complaining. He noticed the rather rough nature of it and chuckled to himself. If he really wanted a hug it was more than easy for him to do. "Aww why can't you share? I won't tell, and your client could be dead for all I know," he said innocently, "Malar also doesn't frighten me, nothing does."
As he walked he slipped his hand out of hers. He was physically a young teenager and his persona to some extent reflected that. As they came closer to the Life Tree it morphed even more to fit the form; though his being an elf meant it was considerably more mature than a human could be at the equivalent age. "How exactly are you my aunt?" he asked politely and straightened his posture as a green cloak appeared over his back. "And how do you plan to enter here?"
Several elf nobles strode by and stopped briefly to salute O'Remh before moving on. O'Remh chuckled once they were out of earshot. "You see? Playing the right part is always helpful, and you'd be surprised how many historical figures were in fact yours truly."
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 24, 2008 4:27:49 GMT -5
"You mightn't be frightened of Malar, but I am." Lang muttered under her breath. "Like all people with brains should be."
She rolled her eyes as O'Remh got saluted whereas she was just ignored. Fine. So it was good for an assassin to be ignored. Didn't mean Lang had to like it, especially since she wasn't on a job right now.
"I'll just pretend to be here on a pilgrimage or something. It doesn't really matter. Silvan security isn't tight. I think it's because of all the parties." She muttered, leaf-green eyes narrowing.
Lang paused, then continued forward. "For some reason, I'm not really surprised. You always seem to have a hand in world-changing events, Remmy." She said dryly.
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Post by Doctor on Dec 24, 2008 11:44:24 GMT -5
"Naturally," O'Remh responded brightly to Lang's remark about his hand in world-changing events. "Demigod of change after all, it's all there in the job description. Shame I don't really have a god though." He strode on cheerily, but with a little seriousness as they approached the Tree. Two guards or something stopped them briefly and O'Remh explained Lang away as his aunt who he'd brought with him.
"You going to the feast then?" one of them asked casually.
"Of course," he said and produced an invitation from a pocket. "I'm most excited, now please let me continue on sirs."
"As you wish young warrior, Rem sir." They parted and O'Remh wandered in confidentally and casually. "Come on Aunt Lang." He had to chuckle inwardly at how bizarre it would seem from a human perspective, and having been a human he knew how it looked. Aunts were usually many years elder with humans and it showed in their faces. With elves though one's aunt looked as young and beautiful as themself usually and Remh had to admit Lang did know how to get beauty down pat.
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Post by X on Dec 27, 2008 22:16:48 GMT -5
Green. Lots of green all around. Ksia frowned at what was her current least favorite color while running about energetically and drawing scowls from various old elves who were wondering just which elf was responsible for this young rude one who was so busily disturbing the peace. Of course, Ksia didn't notice the scowls; she was too busy teaching various other kids one of her favorite games, the one where you kicked random adults in the shins. She was about to set a new personal record when she sensed her favorite demigoddess and couldn't supress the compulsive urge to go jump on her.
So, sprinting down the halls of some nice palacy sort of building where Lang just happened to be, she tackled Lang from behind(which wasn't as destructive as it sounded, what with Ksia's being extremely light; she was still a goddess, however, so there had to be some sting), and throwing her arms around her neck before pulling her little self onto the older godess's shoulder like some sort of cute bird.
She then brought her resemblance closer to that of a parot by beginning to go on in child's speak about how she had missed her autie. She was way cute, too, being on some other goddess's shoulder talking childishly in her light, chiming voice. She also commented on her favorite colors, foremost of which was green.
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 28, 2008 11:07:53 GMT -5
"Told you security was light." Lang muttered to O'Remh under her breath, when she was tackled from behind from none other than Ksia.
Foolish her for not paying enough attention. Then and again, she supposed Ksia was a demigoddess who could shield herself pretty well and this case could be excused. Ah, sweet denial. Where would we be without you?
Still, Ksia had caught her by surprise. Had Lang not been that familiar with her aura, she'd probably have sent the little girl tumbling off her shoulders with her defensive reactions.
"See? This proves my point. If dear Ksia could be running around anywhere, then why shouldn't I be able to get in?" Lang said with a smirk at O'Remh, and a smile at Ksia.
Fumbling around in a pocket that probably wasn't there before, Lang drew out a pretty silver bauble. "Hey, Ksia, this is for you. Found it while I was in Marina."
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Post by X on Dec 28, 2008 15:12:31 GMT -5
Ksia, with a child's penchant for extremes, imediately decided that it was the most remarkable bauble EVER. Why, it was sparkly, imported, and even sparkly, which are the main desirable qualities in any bauble. So, she did what anyone with such a remarkable bauble would do: she found the nearest sentient being other than the giver of said bauble and rubbed it in his/her nose that it was Ksia's bauble, and not the person with the rubbed raw nose. She was, of course, discrete about it and went about the process under the pretence of sharing her delight with none other than the weird guy that could never remember what he was supposed to look like. Ksia couldn't remember his name (it sounded Italian, and she couldn't remember where Italy was, let alone Italian names. In fact she probably had made up this whole Italy tangent, but had forgotten making it up and was only left with an unplacable country that didn't exist whose names couldn't be remembered. Needless to say, this whole line of thinking disturbed her deeply), so she always replaced it with some long sentance describing one or two of his key features, atleast, she did in her head. She would never be that rude to his face!
Pulling her thoughts back to the task at hand, she found that the bauble was nice, but not really worth bragging about, or at least not worth abandoning her perch on Lang, she just turned toward He-who-wouldn't-wear-the-same-form-twice-(so-very-wasteful-of-bodies) and smiled really, really cutely while commenting "This is the best gift EVER!!!"
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Post by Doctor on Dec 28, 2008 18:12:05 GMT -5
O'Remh watched the exchange with amusement and when she addressed him he smiled in an impressed way. This kid seemed to know him as well which both flattered and annoyed him. He didn't keep in touch with other demigods much at all and yet they all knew him, and were all invading his little vacation. On the other hand he wasn't going to be rude either and company from others of his kind wasn't so bad.
"Yes it is very nice," Rem said with a smirk, "And look, I have one too that's the same." From his pocket he produced a silver bauble of the same kind, though in reality he'd only just conjured it as a copy of hers. "Only mine can change colour." He tapped it with a finger and it changed to gold and then to blue and back to silver. "So clearly mine is much better," he teased.
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