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by **HalloweenNumber1** on Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:18 pm

Cassandra chuckled nervously as Vaughn said, "You havent' met the monsters yet."

"Yeaaa, most of them aren't very nice... They aren't here with us, though, they're back at the castle, in cages or locked in rooms," she said, trying to be reassuring, hoping that Raya wouldn't remember that they were going to that specific castle. She didn't want to scare the only response so far to her posting...

"And I had to just wait for my incomplete Creation. He kinda put himself together and decided to join the rest of the world, or so he said..."

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by **Keen** on Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:26 pm

"Well, I suppose I meant the creations in our presence." Monsters... Well I suppose that if not creations are intentional, there will be a bad apple occasionally... "Well, she will undoubtedly get more thought from me now that I've nearly seen her... And hopefully she'll be complete soon enough for me to meet her." She smiled and looked around the train car, wondering if anyone else would come.
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OOC: I'm off to bed

Night night.

by **HalloweenNumber1** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 10:20 am

Cassandra nodded. "I always think it's exciting to meet a Creation, because you never really know how they're going to react. Some of mine still refuse to accept that they were Created... which is fine, really, I don't expect anything from them. I don't think it's fair to say 'I gave you life, so you owe me', that just seems cold to me. I know a lot of my Creations have lives and existences beyond me (whereas I have no social life, whatsoever...), so I never ask anything of them. The ones that are here all offered..."

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OOC: If it seems like I'm stalling, it's because I am. Anyone that wishes to board the train is more than welcome to at this point, please see the blonde man standing on the crate waving his arms and shouting about Platform Four first, and he will direct you to where Cassandra and Raya are. I figured it only fair that I give some people a chance to still board. And if you don't make it, I'll probably send out another train to see if I can't gain more. ^^ I can fluff up some amusing scenes in the meantime if I come up with any, but for now I'm stalling until at least two more show up.

by **HalloweenNumber1** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 11:56 am

OOC: I made a thread for OOC. Because I noticed it helped with the other roleplay... So here's the link: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/calling-all-creators-ooc-still-needing-creators-t6603.html?sd=d

Future profiles can be posted there to help keep things in order and keep me from losing things. Questions can be posted here or there, doesn't matter, they'll get answered eventualy by someone.

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:17 pm

The chair softly creaks as Kyanite leans back in it, his eyes studying the post before him. Normally a post didn’t raise his curiosity in such a way, there was something about the tone of it that made it real. Someone was defiantly reaching out for help, not clearly understand the complexities behind it. And the tipster who sent the post to him via email accompanied it with a train ticket. He knew he could not ignore it, this person knew him and his ability to help others. Some day he would find out who this person is, with a quick log out of the library’s computer. He waves at the shy girl hiding behind the counter, who grins and blushes slightly returning the gesture.

Sitting on his bike, he slams on his helmet checking his watch. There is no time to pack, he would have to find clothing after he makes the train. With a twist of the key, the engine roars to life he moves through the parking lot his brain finding the fastest route to the train.

Zipping around cars like they stood still, he nearly missed his turn. His back tires leaves a long love mark against the pavement when he applies the break and leans into the turn with ease. His knee is literally inches from the road, before he is able to get the bike out of the drastic turn.

Finding the small area for motorcycles in the parking garage, he ran toward the train hearing a man calling for passengers for ‘somewhere’. Relief filled him as he stops to catch his breath on Platform Four. He waves his ticket toward the tall man. “Looking for…train to,” he gasps. “Somewhere.”

by **HalloweenNumber1** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:33 pm

Alex looked at the ticket, noting that it did, indeed say "Somewhere", Connecticut, smiling with a bit of relief and nodding. "Yes, this is it. You made it with plenty of time, we ended up delaying the train for a while to wait for others to show up. Adrian!" he called towards the open door of the train.

An almost carbon-copy of the man on the crate poked his head out the door, sighing with a bit of obvious relief. "Oh, good, another one... This will definitely help us... Come on, this way," he said motioning for him to follow as Alex resumed his announcement of the train at Platform Four.

Taking long strides, he led the newcomer to the compartment where two young ladies sat, talking quietly. One was dressed in a deep burgundy and sat with thick blankets wrapped around her. The other wore a T-shirt and jeans, sitting across from her on the other seat. "Another one, Mistress," Adrian said, motioning to Kyanite with a slight wave of his hand. "This," he said, motioning to the young woman in burgundy, "is Cassandra, the one responsible for this gathering. And this is Raya, another guest. Make yourself comfortable, It will be a bit still before we get underway, just to make sure we don't leave anyone behind..."

The woman in the deep red smiled at the new arrival. "Hi."

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:53 pm

Kyanite follows the tall man into the train, his short legs had a bit of a time keeping up with the longer strides. He was use to it, being only five foot gave him advantages in other ways. Unzipping his dark leather jacket to expel some of the heat his body is giving off, the contacts that hid his natural eye color felt dry and uncomfortable. He had left behind the kit which would aid in the discomfort, he sighs to late now.

Nodding to the two women feeling even less prepared for this quest. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” he states, his voice purred with an accent that is not exactly of this world. Cassandra’s dress gave him the impression of being of royalty, yet her manner of speech told him she was not staying completely true to that form. He relaxed a little, an easy smile spreads over his lips. “I am Kyanite Locs.” he shifts his weight from one foot to the other glancing down at his helmet, he tosses it on the seat behind him to reserve it if need be. “I didn’t think I was going to make the train, I am very glad I did.” He eyes both women again, the goofy grin remained.

by **HalloweenNumber1** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:02 pm

"Well," Cassandra said, her smile widening a little, "I'm glad that I told them to postpone our departure for a while. We'll be needing all the help we can get." As Adrian nodded to her, stepping from the compartment, she motioned to an empty seat. "Please, sit... No need to stand on ceremony here..."

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:24 pm

Liking her already, if she is of royal blood she made clear to treat her with some normalcy. Kyanite plopped down onto the seat she offered, his legs throbbing slightly from the intense workout they had received. “Forgive my lack of planning, but will there be a place to purchase some needed supplies before we get to far along? I had only received your post by an email not long ago, and was not able to grab anything from my apartment.”

His eyes land on the small female, liking the black hair that framed her face and intense green eyes. In another time, different place he would be laying on all his bad one liners in hopes to draw some interest from her. His luck always seem to run that way, all the good looking women seemed have current partners or to busy to pay any attention to him. He shrugs, shaking his head moving his gaze away as if searching for something.

by **HalloweenNumber1** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:35 pm

Cassandra nodded slightly in reply to the question. "Yeah, there's a shop near where we'll be arriving that should have just about anything you need. If you can't find it there, I'm sure I could find it at the Castle somewhere."

The raven-haired man chose that moment to re-enter, his eyes falling on Kyanite. "Aah, it seems we have another joining us," he said with a faint smile, his garnet eyes looking at the boy.

The brunette giggled softly. "Vaughn, this is Kyanite. Kyanite, this is Vaughn, Lord of the Nightmare Castle and one of my Creations." Vaughn bowed his head slightly in greeting.

"A pleasure," he said softly in reply.

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:50 pm

Kyanite jumped to his feet letting out a string of curses in his native language, the tall man’s sudden appearance put him on edge. He relaxed a bit when Cassandra points out that he is a creation of hers. “Oh.” he states, feeling rather stupid for his reaction. Clearly the lady had forces beyond this realm, what did she need him for? “Forgive my reaction Lord Vaughn, I have had far to many things jumping out at me lately.” he gives the other a slight bow, out of habit that had been drilled in him since birth. “It is an honor to meet you.”

by **Keen** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:43 pm

"Pleasure to meet you Kyanite." She spoke softly and gave a little nod in his direction. "Quite a... Unique name." She gave a light smile. Her smile grew at his reaction to Vaughn. Her amusement quickly turned to curiosity as the slew of unfamiliar words from Kyanite's lips made their way to her ears. "Hm... What language was that? Can't say I've heard it before."

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:58 pm

Turning to the ladies, he runs a hand through his hair, realizing he had actually used his native language. “Thank you, my mother was quite an unusual woman.” he reseats himself trying to figure out how to get around the whole language question. Truth seemed to be the best way to deter farther questions. Most people think he made up the words like some sort of nerd with nothing better to do with his time. “It’s Burjo, actually. Not to many have heard it.”

by **Keen** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:05 pm

Raya blinked, Burjo?... How weird... "Where's the language from?" It sounds very odd... Perhaps it's a tribal language or something... Raya began to look over him more closely, perhaps trying to find a nationality to label him under. Coming up unsuccessful, she gave up on that attempt, and would just wait for his answer.

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:16 pm

Surprised at her continued interest, keeping true to his decision of being truthful. “My tribe resides in the mountains, Julo is a little piece of heaven.” he searched her for some time before succumbing to the need to rub his eyes. The contacts needed to removed soon, hopefully they will reach the little store before he tears out his peepers all together.

A thought hit him and made him wince, he didn’t have another pair with him. He would have to do it when everyone slept, if luck is with him they would not see his natural color of his eyes. That truly would bring far to many questions, specially with this quizzical character along.

by **Keen** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:29 pm

Ah, I was right. Raya smiled, "Neat... Mind if I ask where the tribe's from?" She felt a bit odd for asking so many questions, hoping the slight probing wouldn't offend him. What an odd skin tone though... Her hair fluttered to the side as she flicked her head to clear a few strands from her face, her right hand making it's way up to her neck. She had got very little sleep on the bus, and was still quite tired from the night before. She began to rub the back of her neck and closed her eyes for a few moments.

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:37 pm

Ahh, the tricky question. He stops grinding his eyes and blinks at her, watching her trying to work out a kink in her neck. From what he could gather from her posture, she is on the verge of exhaustion. Most likely not remember much of their conversation, he grins. “I can help you out with that sore neck. I use to work on my father’s bad arm all the time, got quite good at soothing muscles.”

by **Keen** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:52 pm

Oh well... If he is avoiding, I suppose I can let it slide... She brought her head back up, arm falling back to her side. Her gaze leisurely moving over to Kyanite. "Oh, no it's ok. I'll be fine, I'm just tired." She stifled a yawn and leaned back in her seat, staring up at the ceiling. "Thanks though." She meant it, though it may not have seen so in her relaxed and exhausted posture.

by **Yolo** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:06 pm

“The offer still stands if you change your mind.” he states leaning back on his own seat, he wanted to ask about her personal history. She is practically asleep, he let her be. Glancing at his watch, his cellar phone beeps. He excused himself and moves toward the entrance only the caller disconnected before he could answer. He stares at the number how odd, that number has appeared once or twice before.

Glancing out the window onto the platform beholding an odd sight. A bag sat by one of the poles, moving closer to the glass pane to see it is his. Chills ran through his body, a bit of fear etched in his emotions. Was his secret tipster now bringing him clothes?

Moving off the train as he pockets his phone, his eyes scan the area for possible threats. He waited another few seconds for the slug to hit his chest. Nothing came, a bit of disappointment rolled through him as he scoops up the bag returning to the train.

by **Keen** on Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:24 pm

Raya looked up upon hearing Kyanite's phone give off a little chirp. She raised a brow as she watched him walk towards the exit of the train. Cell phone?... I completely forgot mine... Guess that's for the best though. Raya continued to watch him as he left the train with a rather worried and confused look on his face. A few moments later, after losing visual contact with Kyanite, he returned to the train, a bad he didn't have earlier in hand. "Whassat?"

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