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Age Gap

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ellipsis on Wed Jul 06, 2011 1:48 am

A scene between the characters of Patcharoo, Saken, and Ellipse.

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Re: Age Gap

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Patcharoo on Wed Jul 06, 2011 2:10 am

OOC notez: I won't be posting this length, just trying to set up the scene. First to post decides post order.

The warehouse was a dark and forboding location, made only worse by the darkness of the night and the bare slither of moon that remained in the sky. There was very little light inside the building, a single lamp over a metallic work bench in the corner closest to Main Street. It cast a dull glow about the room, providing little other than faint outlines of the rest of the room. The workbench had tools scattered over the top, all made from the same unidentified dark metal. Some were more neatly hung on the walls. To the corner just across from that was a tiled area, simple wash basin and chair, prompting ideas of hair dressing salons.

Up the back was perhaps the most sinister section, boarded off from public view. In one of the boarded off areas there was a large metal skeleton of two chairs, back to back, a needle sitting roughly at head or neck height.

There was only one door to the warehouse, other than the large roller doors and their lifeless chains. Only one way in or out. Presently Issyl stared at it. He was a strange creature, deathly pale in skin tone with matching long white hair and dark clothes like some terrible goth recluse. He was sat atop the work bench and his feet didn't even make it half way to the floor. In fact, he didn't even seem like he was halfway through his teenage years. A large hourglass, with a lengthy metallic spike on each end, leant on the table between his legs. The lanky individual didn't look like he could lift it.

"He's here," came the youthful, yet at the same time aged voice. It was youthful in a way that would imply a young body, but aged in a sense of experience.
He was not alone, no, having lead a friend, or rather a person he had happened to run into twice, to this location to hide from the police. His head swept around to grin at Kiriel as the door was opened, entering a man in dark clothing.

He had been growing his hair for some time now, having it settle just past his ears, though it was brushed to either side, keeping it from his eyes. He was a beautiful male by choice, although with his current bowl cut he looked a touch foolish. And nervous. His movements were not as smooth as his clothes nor looks. Every step seemed to be the slightest bit hesitant. He noticed Kiriel and hesitated, but... assuming Issyl knew what he was doing, the woman was neccesary, right?

"This is my associate Issyl, and... his associate. No jokes about the age gap, please," he uttered quietly over his shoulder, in the direction of Audrey.

Tonight was it. The moment he changed his life, rather forever, and maybe the lives of everyone in this room.
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Re: Age Gap

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All too familiar with the setting, the Garou stalked several long paces in Ezrael's wake, her head still turned to stare out the warehouse door even as she crossed the threshold. Although the shed was long gone, she clearly recalled the warehouse that they now entered, even if it had been only from the outside. The gloom of the place gave her face such a pallor that the anxious frown that angled her brows down was all the more defined. Already she had a terrible feeling about all that was to happen--and it rather struck her as abnormal and threatening that he had wished for her to accompany him to this...event.

As her amber eyes swept over the grungy warehouse--seconds at a time lingering upon the blackened tools, the table, somehow entirely disregarding the other entities present--her breath caught at the mere memory of the evening that she and the strange hybrid had encountered one another. A vivisection--a dark lesson on human physiology--had been performed in what was now the charred remains next door to the warehouse her footsteps now resounded in. In an attempt to find security, her hands slipped into the magical depths of the pockets of her trench coat, locating the soothing cool lengths of metal and feeling the spirit within them stir. It sensed her anxiety, and assured her that should trouble rear its ugly head, the bladed extensions of her own claws were eager to come in to play...

Wrenching herself from revery, 'Drey turned her attention from what she was already vaguely acquainted with to what she was not. With a creeping sensation drawing cold and light fingertips up her spine, she eyed the two chairs--with their ominous needles--and wondered what precisely her...associate had been up to. Had she really been amused at the idea of dancing with this man? After their introduction--after his attempt to put her under his blade to the ends of exploring his curiosity--had she seriously forgotten the uninhibited desire for dark knowledge that Ezrael possessed? Something twisting inside of her, the 'Gnawer finally tore her eyes away to at last land them on Issyl. A long and cold stare traveled from head to toe, pausing momentarily upon the time-keeping instrument nestled between Issyl's legs...before the werewolf grunted and dismissively turned to stalk across the warehouse, giving wide berth to the work bench and its tools. Feigning obliviousness, she stalked toward the partitioned part of the warehouse...

Her quiet and growling tones echoed softly around the warehouse. "No time fer jokes."

It all put her so much on edge. Something just didn't seem right...

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Re: Age Gap

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Saken on Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:03 am

Kiriel had never been one that wanted the police involved in anything, and being a Fae who wore the glamour of a human, she could possibly have been punished by the police- the only second group of human(oids) who were not fae like her, though she was unsure what Issyl happened to be, being a master of time and that sort of thing.The woman's wide black eyes peered about, fingers entangled together in front of her as she peered around, curious. It wasn't that the woman was scared- who could be scared in this place?- It was more that she was.. Nervous. It was a well known fact that hanging out with Issyl seemed to make time travel differently, like in the fairy hills, and she didn't want to be stuck in the area for the next hundred years, with it only seeming to be maybe a day or so, if not less.

The woman's nose scrunched up at the moment she heard the other person. For a moment, her glamour flickered, allowing a glimpse of her frost-covered blue skin and white hair, before it flared back into place. The dark haired woman shifted a little bit, gaze flickering from the two new people, back to Issyl and his magical time glass, lips curved into something that resembled a wolfish grin. It wasn't her fault, she simply did not know how to smile- she'd had no interaction with members of a species other than her own.

At the other woman speaking, Kiriel slipped her gaze to stare at her, one eyebrow arched slightly. "No time for jokes?" She didn't understand why the other would mention such a thing, since Kiriel had not heard a single joke since she had stepped into the forbidding place, or since they had left the police officers back there, stabbed in the back with frost melting into a slick sheen on the ground.

Either way, someone had to fill the fae in. And soon.
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Re: Age Gap

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Patcharoo on Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:09 pm

Issyl was there to calmly keep Kiriel informed, and to annoy Ezrael by openly announcing, "He means that he doesn't want us pointing out the irony of me being older than him despite looking younger. He is very touchy on the subject. At the same time he won't retort because he knows a sharp tongue does nothing against me." It seemed to be a challenge, a challenge Issyl couldn't lose due to his great advantage. Ezrael's face did twitch appropriately in annoyance, prompting him to wrecklessly accept the challenge.

"Look Dree, it's someone who's mere presence bothers me almost as much as you do. I'm surprised you're early, Issyl, not like you at all. Do you mind introducing us to your friend?" His footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse as he approached the table, eyes flicking back and forth between the boy and the fae, though he hadn't actually noticed the glamour dropping for a moment. "Afterall, we had agreed not to bring anyone."

Issyl took to the challenge almost warmly with a simple comment of, "Yes I mind sharing names, and if you see things from my perspective, you brought her before I decided to bring anyone. Besides, I had to hide."

Ezrael stopped in his footsteps, arms folding in front of his chest. "Fine. This creature is known as Dree, or Audrey. Now do you mind sharing who you have brought to our private meeting."

"Kiriel," said Issyl with a grin.

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