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Quill Farris

"Oh, bugger off!"

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a character in “The Ring Boys”, as played by Vexilous

Description

 

Name~Sebastien Caldwell, although he goes by Quill Farris 

Age~Quill appears around eighteen, although he is obviously much older.

Animal~Porcupine

Appearance~ Image

Monster Form~ I'll get this back up soon, as I'm having a bit of trouble resizing the image.

Stages~

1~ Human Form

2~ Quill gains sharpened teeth and nails, and takes on a generally feral appearance.

3~ Quill gains a quilled tail, along with animal ears, and the ability to grow quills at will.

4~ He takes a form not unlike the famous werewolf, albeit with the addition of sharp quills.

5~ Full on monster.

Skills/Powers~

Main Ability~ Quill is unbelievably excellent with any type of weapon, especially bladed ones.

Minor Ability~ Quill has excellent aim.

Minor Ability~ Quill has an extremely good memory, almost to the point of it being photographic.

Personality~
Quill is very headstrong, often getting into fights over small matters, is quite stubborn when it comes to arguments, and is seen as the fighter of the group. Despite his facade of the tough guy, Quill is really a big softie at heart, and a romantic, with a deep seeded fear of rejection. He's the kind of guy who cries at the end of a sad movie, then beats the shit out of the guy who makes fun of him. He also has a great appreciation for music, and always sticks up for his brothers no matter what.

Bio~
Quill, born Sabastien Caldwell, was a promising and up and coming violinist. Self taught, he was orphaned at an early age, and learned to play for money on the streets. He was then discovered and taken in by a famous composer, who adopted him and is the source of Quill's current last name. Under his new master's tutelage, his talent was trained to perfection and he played with the greats of the time, in fronts of huge audiences of thousands of people. At some point, he ended up falling madly in love with a wealthy lord's daughter, but was rejected, and became terribly heartbroken. He quit playing altogether, and slipped into deep depression, but when he heard of the Alchemist's offer, he promptly signed up, excited at the chance at a new life and extremely enticed by the prospect of immortality.

Posting Example~
(From the first Ring Boys)
In his dream, Quill was lying on a large velvet bed, covered in rose petals, with enormous fluffy pillows, and a dim burning chandelier. He was shirtless, with a belt and trousers on, his blonde hair combed back, and his violet eyes calm and contempt. On his chest, rested the head of a beautiful woman, her dark hair the color of exotic chocolate, her skin sun-kissed and her eyes shut. She wore a pale silk nightgown, and breathed softly and slowly as if she slept so peacefully and deeply, that a fiery armageddon could not disturb her. 

He layed, motionless in the bed, not seeming to notice that the bed itself was becoming colder and more stiff, that the chandelier was brightening, it's eight small flames beginning to flicker and dance wildly. His hand suddenly felt different, and when he raised it to observe, it was covered with a black glove, and his feet, he realised, were now covered by thick leather dress shoes. He looked himself over properly, and he realised he was now dressed in a light brown peacoat, with black dress pants. He then decided to observed his surroundings. The rose petals were wilted, and the walls, now fully illuminated, were a simple dull grey. His horror however, arrived at the fact that the girl he had slept with, was now lying completely motionless on the floor, her dress covered in small red stains, with silver throwing knives shockingly jutting out of the centre of each. He began to open his mouth, but his entire body begn to grow cold, and he lost control of himself, as he fell to the floor.

Other~
Quill has a deep seeded fear of rejection, and tends to avoid bars, parties, and the like. He also doesn't drink at all, and dislikes alcohol in general.

Theme Song~Blinded By Light 

Theme Song~Don't You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia

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So begins...

Quill Farris's Story

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Sabastien Farris


Warm. The first thing Quill thought of, after being sealed away in that ring for god knows how long, was how pleasantly warm it was. Every single bone in his immortal body ached. It was like he had just ran thirty miles straight, and been given a sedative potion by his master. He could feel his body jumping to life as he stretched his aching legs, and attempted to form his hand into a fist, a feat which now seemed impossible, as his fingers currently had the strength of a soggy piece of parchment. For what seemed like centuries, but must have been only seconds, he simply lay there. Why not? As far as he was concerned he deserved it, and this bed, he assumed he was on a bed, was unbelievably comfortable. He rolled over, and stretched his arm out, but immediately recoiled the instant he felt his hand touch something other than blankets. Panicked, he did something that would unknowingly set in motion a very important chain of events in his life. He opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was hair. Soft hair, that seemed to cover the pillow, on which the head of a girl rested. He immediately, and with energy that seemed to come from nowhere, jumped out of the bed, faster than he had ever jumped before. He landed on a strange feeling floor and almost slipped, but managed to regain his composure long enough to observe his surroundings. he had no idea where he was, and this room seemed extremely strange. Nothing was built in the usual way, and there seemed to be an infinite number of objects and contraptions that he had no clue about. Was he still even in Europe? Or had the events of the last night been a dream? He looked down once more at the bed, and the girl? Who was she? When did they meet? Had he...courted her? Maybe one of his brothers had finally filled him full of ale, and the night had ended with him in bed with this strange woman. No, he thought, pushing the image out of his mind. That still didn't explain the wierd place, and there was no way the last night had simply been a dream.

He ran his hand through his now sweaty sandy blonde hair and took inventory. He had no shirt. Instead, there simply lay a silver cross on his bare chest, held in place by a thin silver chain. He wore black trousers, and no socks. It's a wonder his feet weren't frozen, but this place did seem oddly warm. He checked his pocket. 10 pence. Oh, how rich he was. He checked his other pocket. A slim, steel Stiletto, held in place by a special leather holder sewn into his pocket. He quickly drew it, and backed out of the room slowly.

He navigated his way through an almost alien hallway, which lead into what, as far as he could tell, was a sitting room. In this strange room, he saw his brother, sitting on what he guessed was an arm chair.

"Arron! Dear God! would you mind telling me what the bloody hell is going on?!"

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Genevieve slowly blinked open her eyes and stared confusedly at the roof. Why was she awake? Something didn't feel right. She'd just moved in with the girls, they'd finally bought their own place. She'd been overflowing with energy all day yesterday, but now she was tired as anything. Yet she was awake, and her hand felt funny. She lifted her hand before her, gazing blearily at her new ring. That explained the heaviness, she wasn't used to jewellery. She glanced over at her clock.
3:20
...Wait, three? In the morning? Genevieve groaned and rolled over, shoving her face into her pillow. It was too late though, she was too tired to think straight but too awake to go back to sleep. With another groan she pushed herself out of bed and stumbled in the direction of the kitchen. She'd get some food then try to go back to bed. Or draw. Or draw in bed. Either way.
Shuffling into the kitchen she opened the fridge door and stared blankly into it. Food, just a snack...screw it. She grabbed the milk and put it on the branch before fetching cereal and a bowl. She began pouring the cereal, only when she looked up did she notice two people standing in the middle of the other room. Very male people.
"Err..." she said intelligibly, honestly she was half asleep and there were unknown guys standing in her living room. What was she thinking? She was in the kitchen! Stand up for yourself! Grabbing the first decent object she spotted she pointed it at the strangers. It was a frying pan. Damn it.
"Stay back!" She commanded, backing up towards the phone, "Stay..."

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Olivia Summers


Body tensed and restless from a nightmarish dream, Olivia jolted upright in bed. Unruly strands of lavender hair stuck up in every direction and clung to her forehead with sweat. Sluggishly rubbing her eyes, she frowned at the darkness outside her window. The sky brightened with anticipation of dawn, yet it remained somewhat dark due to a thick overcast looming overhead. "Ugh...it's still so early..." Olivia groaned, her voice trailing off. She flopped back onto her bed, sinking into the soft sheets. Noticing a subtle weight on her left, ring finger, Olivia extended her hand out, examining it. A gentle shaft of moonlight cast a gleaming shine over a golden ring adorned with a small porcupine. She smiled at it, remembering the events of yesterday that led up to finding such a ring: Her and three close friends found a mysterious box in their attic and eventually solved a puzzle to open it.

For several minutes, Olivia laid in bed, unable to sleep. Frustrated, she hastily swung her legs off the bed and started for her door. She didn't make far however. Tripping over a pile of books and clothes strewn out haphazardly, Olivia tumbled head first onto the wooden-paneled floor. She winced in the darkness. Her hands burned and itched from bracing herself. Although she was a lazy klutz, Olivia didn't intend on backing down. Determined to quell her growing thirst, she quickly scrambled to her feet and opened her door.

Although the hallway was familiar to her, it appeared more ominious and eerie at night. The moonlight from her room poured into the hallway, bringing shadows to life on the walls. As she walked further down the hallway, Olivia noticed a subtle light from the living room. "Who else could be up this late," she muttered to herself. As she approached the end of the hallway, she immediately stopped. She hesitated. A frantic voice sounded through the house. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, but Olivia swore that the voice sounded unfamiliar---male in fact. At the sound of sudden commotion however, Olivia rushed into the room without hesitation.

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Arron sat in that chair for hours, which felt more like the ten centuries catching up to the boy. He pondered at what he was, was he a human or something worse. Could he be considered a demon now, maybe monster. No, he was a weapon him and all his brothers were. It was somewhat of a Hell but he had his brothers so that he could have someone to talk to about it if they needed to talk.

"Arron! Dear God! would you mind telling me what the bloody hell is going on?!" Arron smiled seeing his brother Quill was awake. "Brother I am not sure, I believe the old master sealed us away instead of letting us go, that asshole." he said in a half angry tone. He thought of his dear sister who he had promised he would be back in a few years. It broke his heart as he looked at the boy and he held back tears with excellence keeping a nice smile on his face.

He then stopped and turned hearing a girl, it was his mistress.

Stay back. Stay...

Arron nodded and bowed. "Yes mistress of course." he said returning to his previous position and sighing softly knowing he would have to explain this to his mistress on what he was and why he was here. "Quill I suggest you find a good seat we need to talk to our new masters."

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"Brother I am not sure, I believe the old master sealed us away instead of letting us go, that asshole."

"Oh, you've got to be SHITTING me..." he groaned.

One by one, the gears were beginning to turn in Quill's head. The strange house, his less-than-operational state of being...

They were in the future. The far future, by the looks of it. He immediatly begin thinking of the people he had left behind, that they'd all left behind. He thought of Arron's poor sister. He wondered if Arron realized that, but the boy always was good at hiding his emotions...

"Stay back! Stay..."

He immediately whipped around, pointing the long thin dagger at the figure. It was a girl. Not the lavender-haired one he had woken up to, but a different, blonde-haired one. In one hand, she wielded a pan, and the other seemed to be reaching for some sort of future-device. He noticed Arron obeying her command. Oh Christ, could it be? He studied the girl. Sure enough, there on her hand was Arron's ring. He lowered the dagger a bit.

"Quill I suggest you find a good seat we need to talk to our new masters."

He backed up a little, towards his brother.

"At least get her to put that thing away! You know I don't like being threatened, Arron." He said, directing the comment more towards her than his brother.

He then noticed another girl rush into the room, the girl from before. He instinctively pointed the dagger toward her, and then dropped it, almost automatically.

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Olivia Summers


Startled by the dagger shoved in her face, Olivia quickly inhaled a frantic gasp. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. "I-is that...real?!" Her tense expression lightened to one filled with innocent marvel. She studied the dagger intently, noting the elaborate engravings and detail. "European. Medieval, perhaps..." Olivia's excited thoughts trailed off, as she noticed Genevieve backed into a corner of their kitchen holding a frying pan in defense. Not grasping the critcal situation entirely, she failed to withhold a small laugh. "Out of all things, you grab a frying pan?" Wearing an expression of naiive content, Olivia strolled into the kitchen to pour herself a tall glass of water. After hastily chugging it down in a few gulps, she exhaled a satisfied sigh and flung herself onto a couch in the living room. She sprawled herself out lethargically, carelessly letting her head hang off one of its arm rest.

After allowing her mind to drift into a distant daydream, Olivia became somewhat attentive at the presence of another unfamiliar, young male sitting opposite her. She turned her head slightly in both males' direction. "Are you guys friends of Jen or shumthing," Olivia's words began to slur as she yawned groggily, blinking slowly a few times.

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Genevieve blinked at the man as he not only accepted her awkward command but called her 'mistress'. What the Hell? Then Olivia walked in and her hand fell away from reaching for the phone.
"I'm not supposed to be awake this early," she groaned, putting down the pan and rubbing her face, "You know I don't work properly on lack of sleep. Besides at least I reacted."
That said she finished pouring her ridiculously early breakfast, eyeing the two guys up. One of them, then who had called her mistress, was reasonably tall with dark hair. He also seemed the calmer of the two. The knife wielder was blond and, so far, seemed fairly jumpy. They were both odd characters, and she realized she was itching to draw both of them. Damn her and her need to draw things when she should be being more serious.
“What are you doing up anyway?” she asked Olivia thoughtfully.

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Olivia Summers


Olivia didn't bother lifting her head to politely make eye contact with Genevieve: It required an unnecessary extertion of energy, by Olivia's logic. The question reminded her of her reccent nightmare. Perhaps not wanting to worry Genevieve or simply avoiding further questions demanding energy to think, Olivia decided to omit details that might draw concern. "I was thirsty and wanted to get a drink." Hearing the first pieces of cereal softly clink into an empty bowl, Olivia's short attention span became evident. "You're eating this early? Jeez, someone has cravings," she teased. A growl of defiance from her stomach however quickly made her remark hypocritical. "I take back what I said. Can you hand me my pudding please?" Olivia pointed to the fridge where her chilled, gelantious pudding and various pastries were stashed. "Come on, Jen," she whined in a childish tone. She outstretched her palm upwards, anxiously waiting for her late snack.

Olivia's divided attention briefly returned to the unknown, young men in the room. "You never answered my question, Jen. Are you hiding something?" Her eyes narrowed, as she innocently peered over the couch into the kitchen. She cupped a hand to the side of her mouth, to shield her teasing words from prying eyes. Her voice came out louder though, contradicting the suspected intent. "What were you guys doing anyway? Are they your models?"

((OOC: "Draw me like one of your french girls~" XD Was so tempted to say that instead. ))

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Melia

To Melia's horror, the large black shadow grew taller and she realized it had stood up. 'What the hex is going on?!' Melia wanted to scream, but felt fear hold her in place and keep her silent. Stretching casually the intruder what-ever-it-was groaned softly, muttering about being stiff and Melia could tell by it's voice that the unknown subject invading her room was a male. This didn't make her feel any better of course. Trying to get her now wide-awake brain to function, Melia's pink eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could threaten him with. Sure she couldn't hope to beat a full grown man in combat but at least she could try, right? Then the man's eyes turned and locked on her and Melia felt her panic rise a notch as they examined her, thoughts of self-defense being shoved to the back burner. Mildly embarrested under the gaze of his eyes, Melia fumbled to pull the blanket up and cover her body, as she was only wearing a thin nightgown which was slightly see through. A moment passed before his face contorted and he cracked his knuckles. Melia paled, her pink eyes growing wide as she thought that this was the end of the line; he was going to kill her. She could only watch as he stood straighter (holy crap he was tall...) and walked to her bedside. But instead of grabbing her throat to kll her, he leaned forward until his face was only a few inches from hers. "How interesting." was all he said.

His eyes were still locked with hers and she could feel them searching through her soul. She wasn't sure how she felt about this but held her ground as any other action may anger him. That was probably the second to last thing she wanted to do. "Such an unusual color... he stated whisfully, not taking his eyes from hers, "I've never seen that before. You must be proud..." Melia was confused. Proud of her eyes? That was probably the last thing she was of them. But what he said next twisted a knot in her stomach. "Such sadness though... hmmm..." His eyes fell lower to her breasts which were nearly spilling from the small nightgown, announcing their feminine presence, before they darted back up the her face. Melia could feel heat radiating from his cheeks due to their close proximity and pulled the blanket up more to cover them, equally embarressed as he cleared his throat and awkwardly blurted, "Yes." as if reassuring himself of something. Then his eyes trailed down her long, pink tinted blonde hair which she had taken out of their usual braid bindings and let loose during the night. He picked up a lock of her long, silky hair and twirled it around his finger judgmentally before slowly letting it go, watching as it fell back to it's place by her hips and lay on the bed.

Absentmindedly, and perhapes in a meak effort to protect herself, Melia gathered her hair and put it behind her, using the hand with her newly aqquired fish ring on it to hole the covers over her body. She was uncomfortable with him examining her body, and though she loved it when people played with her hair, Melia didn't like this stranger who had invaded her bedroom to do so. Apperently done with his examination of her, the man- no, he didn't seem to be much older than her, leaned back, much to Melia's relief. "I suppose you'll have to do... not as if I have much choice, ain't that right master?"

Melia's mind jumped back to life. 'Ring Master?' Instantly her mind jumped to the box in the attic and the note that had been contained inside. 'Four spirits. No... that can't possibly...' "Well great... you don't exactly match up to me... but I should suppose I can make do with you for now," The boy continued, talking to her, but mostly talking to himself, "until we find someone more suitable that is to take the ring from you." Suddenly, in a very gentleman like manner, he took the hand on which Melia brandished the fish ring and raised it to his mouth, kissing the top of it gently. Melia wasn't sure now what he was; a gentleman from his behavoir, or a monster like the note had implied. For the moment though, Melia thought it would be safer to treat him as a gentleman and pray that he acted as so. "My name is Demitri Jayden Triton and I believe as long as you wear that ring I'm bound to you as a sort of servant, or whatever you would call it these days..." He didn't sound pleased and let her hand go as he spoke.

'Well, I suppose I'd better keep the ring on me then...' Melia thought, rather bitterly which was unlike her. 'No sense in getting rid of it. It might insult him and then I'd be in trouble. Besides, the note said I can't let it fall into the "wrong hands". So I guess I'll just... accept it.' Melia took her hand back slowly, almost as if she was afraid moving too quickly would somehow pev him off, which she didn't want. "Now then may I have your name?" Demitri asked, still sounding rather irritated, looking at her with a haughty demeanor. Melia returned with her own untrusting and suspicious gaze, but slowly took a few deep breaths and the coldness was gone. If this adventure was all her whimsical nature hoped it was going to be, then there was no point starting off so unhappily.

"My name is Melia Clarissa." Melia said, sounding much braver than she actually felt. But hearing her own voice made her feel a little better. "And let me he if I can get this straight." Melia touched her temple, closing her eyes briefly before looking up at him. "So you came out of this ring, because an alchemist from who-knows-how-long-ago sealed you inside. And this alchemist gave you some kind of powers which you use to protect whoever is wearing this ring." Melia held up the ring for emphasis. It almost seemed alive with energy and was warm on her finger. By his expression it seemed she had been right so far. Melia openned her mouth again to mention the whole "don't let it fall into the wrong hands" part but decided against it and closed her mouth again. A moment of silence was held before Melia signed. "Well, I guess it's nice you meet you Demitri. Please call me Melia, or Mel, but not Mistress if you can avoid it, because it sounds sort of strange." As if this whole thing wasn't strange.

Deciding that there was no sense in trying to go to sleep now, Melia got out of bed and searched for her glasses, putting them on and then tying her hair back into a loose ponytail. "Alright then, I guess you need something to eat. I could imagine you being hungry after who-knows-how-long being stuck in here," she said, pointing at her ring. "Follow me." Then she started walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Although her sight wasn't all that great, Melia's hearing was keen and she heard voices from the kitchen. Two of them belonged to Olivia and Jen, but the other two were male. Melia took another deep breath in and out. Melia had almost forgotten; they were wearing special rings too. "Let me guess; you're not the only one to pop out of these nifty little rings are you?" Melia adressed Demitri, and her question was answered when they turned the corner into the kitchen/livingroom, being greeted by the sight of her two friends calmly making breakfast and two other boys, one weilding a dagger and the other holding a staff.

At a loss for a moment, Melia regained her composure. "Well this is an unusual sight." she commented, announcing her presence in the room, still in her nightgown and Demitri close beside her. "Good morning Olivia. G'morning Jen. I guess you've both meet your ring boys then?"

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Ring boy. That managed to pierce her sleep addled brain, which had been contemplating pointing out that she didn't usually wield frypans at her friends. Also she didn't use models, because people knowing she was drawing them made her self-conscious. It probably helped that she'd eaten now. Genevieve stared at Melia for a moment, then at her ring, then at the dark haired guy, and went between the last two a few times. The whole time her spoon was halfway to her mouth.
"Huh," she said intelligibly, she wasn't having much luck with the well thought out speech today. Still, if she was right, then Melia was saying that the note on that box was, in fact, real. Therefore these guys had been trapped inside the rings for a very long time.
"Does anyone else want food?" she offered, having decided that that was the most logical thing to ask in this scenario.

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Quill furrowed his brow. Models? He began to think arrogant thoughts, but pushed them out of his head. And my, how unladylike these two were, especially the girl with the violet hair. Slumped over the couch like that, she look peculiar, and very improper. "Jen" he assumed, was the other girl, and Arron's ring master. He felt relieved when he saw Jayden enter the room. He'd give these girls hell for sure. Or not, he thought, seeing that he was with a girl as well. He grabbed the cross from his bare chest and said a silent prayer.

"Good morning Olivia. G'morning Jen. I guess you've both meet your ring boys then?"

Olivia, that must have been the girl's name. A proper name, he concluded.

"I'm glad you're all having a right jolly time here, but I'm still quite confused." he said, pocketing the dagger.

"Does anyone else want food?"

His stomach churned at the thought.

"No, thank you."

((Sorry for the less than great post, but I'm half asleep xD))

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Jayden Demitri Triton

"Melia Clarissa?..." Demitri murmured. "...that sounds like some kind of disease..." Jayden murmured rudely, he wasn't sure if she had heard him, though he didn't really care. "And let me see if I've got this straight..." Demitri heard Melia say. "Wait you're saying you don't really know already? Oh great... *tch* go on then..." Demitri droned in a defeated manner. The situation really did feel hopeless. Thankfully however the girls description of the situation was actually pretty accurate. He then heard her state the nickname she possessed aswell as the fact that she did not wish to be called mistress. Demitri replied in a correcting tone, as if he was scolding a child. "No, I don't care for the name "Mel" I will call you Melia, as that is according to your own description, your name as for "Mel" and whatever other nicknames you may have I will not call you them, ever, just as such I would ask that you would call me Demitri and nothing else understood? Yes? Good." He answered his own question.

He had been closing his eyes during his speech about names, something he often did when he was frustrated. When he opened them he saw Melia was standing up. He almost died, he jumped back slightly as he saw what she was wearing, he hadn't really noticed before as she was under the covers. But the thin pink nightgown she wore was very... form fitting and near see-through. This wasn't helped by the fact that the only time he had ever seen a girl in such dress was when he was fifteen, he had had a female cousin named Aria and had accidentally walked in on her as she wore a very similar nightgown. She had hit him very very hard for that and he had turned a color redder than red. A similar shade as to what was on his face at that very moment. "It was dark so she wasn't sure if she could see his face now that he had stood back but it was true, he looked like a tomato. "You're.... you're ehm.... in your night wear... I mean of course you are it is night... but I ehm, I hadn't noticed and then I... I got so close and I... ehm... he was only making the situation worse on himself... much worse." He didn't know what to say anymore so he did what he had done moments ago. "*Ahem*... yes..." He stopped talking trying to regain himself, thankfully Melia did something next that snapped him out of his embarrassment.

He stared wide eyed at her she put on a pair of horrendous glasses and tied her nice hair into two dangly plaits. He just gave her a look. As if she was some sort of alien. "You're eyes are pretty and your hair looks nicer down, yet you cover the former and tie up the latter... why on Earth would you..." He heard her say something about food and then ask him to follow her. "What, don't you walk out on me! How dare you?! Wait a moment get back here, remove those horrible spectacles from your face and release those horrible knots in your hair!" In his court from his youth, women were considered more beautiful with a clear face and long hair, a custom that through personal preference alone, he stood by. However since nobody actually knew of his past as a prince of nobility, he just seemed strange.

He chased her into the kitchen. "Master or no, I do not appreciate being ignor....." He stopped as he heard a familiar voice complaining about food. "I'd know that whiny lower class tone anywhere... Quill!" He charged over and forcefully ruffled Quills hair. "You little whatever you are! I've never been so happy to see your inferior face! I could kiss you if I didn't think it would destroy any reputation and self-dignity I have left!" He looked across the room and saw another familiar face. "Arron!" He ran over and grabbed him by the shoulder. "You vampiric bat-boy you! It feels like its been a couple of centuries since I talked to you last! Well not really now that I think about it, though I suppose technically it has thanks to that crazy old man who shoved us in the rings..." He turned around again hoping to see Jian, but alas he was nowhere to be found. "Hey wheres Jian... don't tell me that guys still asleep?" He sighed. He looked at the two girls that Quill and Aaron had received as masters, then he looked at Melia, then the other masters then Melia. He sighed loudly.

"Now what was I doing... oh yes of course..." He approached Melia and removed the glasses from her face, holding them high above his head in case she had any silly ideas of taking them back. "Much better, now take those hideous ties out of your hair and you'll be worthy of me again!" Demitri said happily, as if what he was doing was common place.

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So she would be called Melia. Whatever. She liked her name, more than Mel or *shutter* Mistress. Melia ignored his babbled excuses when he saw her nightgown and thought to herself, 'He's lucky I was actually wearing something tonight.', feeling a little smug having been able to send the arrogent fish boy into near hysterics. Although he seemed to recover fast enough as Melia braided her hair loosely and dawned her thick glasses. Glancing over, though she couldn't see the color of his face, it was obvious his distain for the monocles and how she had done her hair. "You're eyes are pretty and your hair looks nicer down, yet you cover the former and tie up the latter... why on Earth would you..." Melia aid him no mind, which he also protested as she walked towards the kitchen, "What, don't you walk out on me! How dare you?! Wait a moment get back here, remove those horrible spectacles from your face and release those horrible knots in your hair!" Of course, she didn't.

He followed, or more accurately, chased her into the kitchen, heatedly telling her that he refused to be ignored, which she still ignored, until they were in the room where Melia's friends stood with their own ring boys. The one who had been holding the dagger put it away and stated his confusion, though he didn't have to as it was evident on his face. Melia took pity on him and was about to explain with Demitri leaped towards the two boys. "I'd know that whiny lower class tone anywhere... Quill! You little whatever you are! I've never been so happy to see your inferior face! I could kiss you if I didn't think it would destroy any reputation and self-dignity I have left!" Demitri exclaimed, giving the boy, Quill, a hard noogie. Then he targeted the other. "Arron! You vampiric bat-boy you! It feels like its been a couple of centuries since I talked to you last! Well not really now that I think about it, though I suppose technically it has thanks to that crazy old man who shoved us in the rings..." He seemed to look for someone for a moment but was apperentally disappointed. "Hey wheres Jian... don't tell me that guys still asleep?"

Melia watched, rather amused. Well, it was good to know that they were all friends. She turned to her two friends and raised an eyebrow. "You guys know it's, like, four in the morning right?" She laughed, not waiting for an answer, and turned around to find Demitri standing before her, looking down on her. She was about to say something when suddenly she was blinded. Well, sort of. Everything became blurry to the point that the entire room was just a bunch of smeared colors and shapes. Melia rubbed her eyes harshly and found her glasses were gone. That son of a fish had taken them! "Hey! Dang it Demitri!" she cried, blinking rapidly in succession as her eyes adjusted, making everything ten times worse than before, "Give those back! I can't see without them!" She tried to grab her glasses again but with no luck as she was very short and he was very tall. And he seemed to have no intention of giving them back either. "Much better!" He exclaimed triumphently, "Now take those hideous ties out of your hair and you'll be worthy of me again!"

Melia growled softly as it irriated her when she couldn't see. Kids used to steal her glasses like this in elementry school and she had always hated it. So she did what she had been taught in a R.A.D class she'd taken. Squatting suddenly she swung her leg behind him, using the momentum and hit behind both his knees, forcing them to give out. Demitri fell foward, landing on his knees, his hand still raised in the air. Melia wasn't a very strong girl, but it didn't take a lot of muscule to do this. Besides, the attack didn't really hurt, though it had probably damaged the chilled boy's pride. 'Demitri must be a little out of practice, having spent all those years inside a ring.' Melia thought, seeing the surpirse in his rich blue eyes. "Thank you," she said as she plucked the glases from his hand and put them back on, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted again. That was better. Glancing at the others her friends hadn't even flinched, having seen her do it many times before. The other ring boys, well, she couldn't see their expressions, but she wasn't sure if were impressed or horrified. Trying to shake it off, Melia turned away to get breakfast, her back to the fish spirit, the two braids bouncing as if mocking him from his knees.

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At the additional presence of yet another young male, Olivia sat upright...somewhat. "What's with all the handsome men in our house? They're practically sparkling," Olivia teased. Upon hearing a remark regarding "ring boys", the weight of the ring on her finger caught her attention. Though they didn't physically appear related, she concluded their shared bonds surpassed friendship. Perhaps they were figuratively brothers. Unfortunately, Olivia's attention span dwindled. "Hey! Where's my pudding? Can someone please hand me my pudding?!" She cast a frustrated glare in Genevieve's direction. "Thank you so much, Jen," she hissed sarcastically.

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"I thought I got it for you, relax," Genevieve sighed, pulling a pudding from the fridge and sliding it across the bench to her, "And yeah, Melia, we're aware of the time. On the other hand I think by this point our eating breakfast at four in the morning doesn't even register on the weirdness scale."
That said she placed her bowl in the sink and jumped up to sit on the bench, watching all the guys curiously. Well, this looked like it was going to be interesting. Melia's ring boy seemed very energetic, if a little pompous, and he'd provided her with names for the other two. Arron and Quill, cool names.
"Well then, still mildly confused, but I'm Genevieve," she announced, it was really hard to do anything without names, names were good, "You can call me Gen."

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Olivia began to pout at Genevieve's reluctant response, but she quickly did away with such behavior, the moment the promised pudding touched her eager hands. Oh how the glorious, creamy snack radiated! Quickly retracting her crass attitude, Olivia hastily expressed her grattitude. "You're the greatest. The greatest!" Her eyes gleamed with delight, as she gingerly peeled back its packaged cover. Gently bringing a spoonful to her lips, the portion of pudding quickly disappeared, in a flash. Olivia laid on her stomach, cheerily consuming the delectable treat and innocently kicking her bent legs behind her.

Childishly raising a hand into the air, Olivia agreed with Genevieve. "I concur with Jen. I'm equally perplexed. Oh, by the way, I'm Olivia, though you must already know."

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"I'd know that whiny lower class tone anywhere... Quill!"

Same old Jayden, Quill thought as the other boy ruffled his hair. Normally, he would tell him off, but he was just happy to see his brothers once again.

"You little whatever you are! I've never been so happy to see your inferior face! I could kiss you if I didn't think it would destroy any reputation and self-dignity I have left!"

Normally, this would be an insult, but coming from Jayden it was like being graced by the king. He smiled sheepishly at his brother.

"Nice to see you too, you royal piss head." He teased. 

 "Much better, now take those hideous ties out of your hair and you'll be worthy of me again!

He couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the poor lass, but he was sure she would get used to Jay, like the rest of the boys had.

"What's with all the handsome men in our house? They're practically sparkling,"

Quill blushed slightly. He the narcissistically ran his hand through his blonde mane, fixing it from where his brother had ruffled it. 

"Hey! Where's my pudding? Can someone please hand me my pudding?!"

Quill had no clue what pudding was, but it sounded about as appetizing as mouse droppings, so he wasn't anxious to ask to try some. 

"I concur with Jen. I'm equally perplexed. Oh, by the way, I'm Olivia, though you must already know."

He watched the girl closely, kicking her feet, and greedily consuming the "pudding". It looked about as good as it sounded. He realized he was staring, and quickly turned away.

"Well, this is smashing and all, but are the only the three of you?" he asked Olivia, as Jay had reminded him about the fourth member of their brotherhood. Had Jian received a master too, or was he still stuck in one of those awful rings?

((Catch-up post :D sorry if I missed anything, don't be afraid to tell me if I ignored someone xD))
 

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Infatuated with sweets, Olivia spared a morsel of her attention towards the young man with sandy blonde hair. Perhaps it was something striking about him or just her imagination, but Olivia felt drawn to this mysterious stranger. His pointed dagger, now concealed, and hair tone reminded her of the porcupine on her ring. Wary of his brief gaze, Olivia glanced down at her pudding and back up at him. Does he want some? Olivia hesitated. Her heart sank at the thought of sharing even a crumb from her prized stash of pastries and sweets. She stared intently into his eyes, judging his significance and whether he should be gifted the honor of such a snack. I don't want him complaining...that'd waste more energy. I'll graciously present him one of my favorites, as a grand, first impression. Quite pleased with her "scheme", Olivia rolled off the couch and rummaged through the fridge. Upon finding one of her favorites, she victoriously held it up into the air. "Behold! Rich chocolate pudding topped with a light, dark chocolate mousse and drizzled with delicate strawberry compote and mint sprig. Wala~" She twirled towards the blonde male and cautiously handed it to him, as if it were a fragile newborn. "It's packaged pudding from the convenience store, so don't expect too much," Olivia grinned. She carelessly flopped back onto the couch, savoring the last few spoonfuls of pudding. "Ah, there's also Nadine, if that's what you mean," Olivia replied to the blonde's previous question. She must be a really heavy sleeper to be sleeping through all this ruckus though... "You're the strangers though, so we should be asking the questions here. Who are you?"

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Quill, shocked, accepted the food(?) from the girl. Although it wasn't the most appetizing edible he had ever witnessed, he thought it quite an honor that his master would graciously give him something that she obviously held in such high regard.

"Thank you, ma'am." He said, blushing slightly.

"Ah, there's also Nadine, if that's what you mean."

"Ah, yes. You see, there is a fourth. I would assume he'll make an appearance soon." He picked at the dessert, plucking the strawberry, his favorite fruit off the top.

"You're the strangers though, so we should be asking the questions here. Who are you?"

"Well," He began. "My brothers call me Quill, although you may call me by my proper name, Sebastien, if you desire. This," He said, gesturing to his black-clad brother. "Is Arron, and this," he said, pointing toward Jay. "Is Demi-" he froze in the middle of the sentence, after swallowing a spoonful of pudding.

He was speechless.

The thick, sweet texture of the food itself, the soft texture of the mousse, the mint...

It was the greatest thing he had ever tasted.

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Olivia nodded with each additional fact that shed some light upon the situation that was shadowed in mystery. His sudden pause, however, managed to tear Olivia's indulgent gaze from her snack. Her eyes gleamed with delight. Sabastien's initial, hesitant expression had softened into speechless awe. Everyone likes food to some extent. You just...love sweets...alot. Maybe this Sabastien guy shares your same infatuation! No, that's not natural. Don't get weird. Act cool. Be smooth~ "D-do you like it," Olivia stammered, failing to mask her excitement with a nonchalant tone. She mentally scolded herself for lack of composure. You call that smooth? You idiot. Attempting to regain control of her riled up state, Olivia focused on the matters at hand. "Brothers? You all don't look related. Anyway, that's not the main issue. Why have you all suddenly appeared?" Her eyes widened at the thought of a potential explaination she hadn't considered before. "Y-you're not robbers, are you?" Her body tensed and defensively shielded itself behind Genevieve who sat beside her.

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"D-do you like it,"

"I-It's incredible! Splendid, marvelous!" he said, beginning to shovel the exotic treat into his mouth. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before. So rich, and flavorful.

"Brothers? You all don't look related."

"Well, we're not really related but we've been through a lot." he said, through mouthfuls of pudding.

"Anyway, that's not the main issue. Why have you all suddenly appeared? Y-you're not robbers, are you?"

Quill set the pudding down long enough to laugh.

"No miss we're not." he said. "I don't even know what the hell half this stuff is!" He thought. He raised his hand, pointing to the finger she wore the ring on. "I'm assuming this might sound a little peculiar, but it's true." he said. "The rings. Somehow, you and your lot of friends here found them. We're bound to them by an unbreakable spell, and for what I'm guessing has been a very long time, we've been sealed inside them by our original master, the Alchemist. Whoever possesses the rings, in this case you, essentially possesses us. We're bound to the rings, and thereby, bound to serve you, my lady."

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Suddenly frowning at the serious remark, Olivia leaned backwards to effortlessly throw her emptied cup into the trash bin, forming a perfect, airborne arc. Instead, she fell off the couch and prematurely chucked the cup and plastic spoon onto the kitchen counter. She exhaled a frustrated sigh, rubbing her sore head. Not wanting to pull herself up, Olivia remained on the floor, slouching against the couch to brace her back. "Sounds like reponsibility..." Her voice trailed off, as she exchanged glances with everyone present. "This is all very...illogical. You expect me to believe that the four of you were trapped in these rings..." Olivia held up her accessorized hand for emphasis. "...and although you look dashing, you're actually old." She grinned in disbelief at Sabastien. "Do you have any super powers or abilities to prove yourselves, then?" She smirked, crossing her arms in triumph, expecting a silent submission to her argument. "Let's assume, for a moment, that what you claim is true. It's not very humane to be bound by a ring and forced to serve a complete stranger. I should just take this off then, and free the two of us from responsibility." Olivia began to slip the ring off her finger but hesitated. She remembered the forboding note found in the mysterious box. A dire warning regarding the rings falling into the wrong hands. This is all ridiculous. Taking this off will do nothing. It's a ring! What's gotten into everyone?

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"Well, age is a relative term..." He said. "Technically, we've been in a sort of stasis. Frozen in time."

"Do you have any super powers or abilities to prove yourselves, then?

"Erm...no. No supernatural powers, unless you count good aim. Not me. Not in this form. But I c-"

"Let's assume, for a moment, that what you claim is true. It's not very humane to be bound by a ring and forced to serve a complete stranger. I should just take this off then, and free the two of us from responsibility."

"No ma'am, you mustn't!" He exclaimed. "It's not...It isn't that simple." He got up, and walked over to where she lay.

"Please..." He pleaded. "You must believe me!" He looked to his brothers to back him up. He then bent down and offered her a hand. "I know this must sound rightly ridiculous, but we can prove ourselves."

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"Far from that, we're in the U.S. Wurgo, Iowa if you want to get specific. Judging from your jargon and Sabastien's dagger, I bet you don't even know what the U.S. is." Olivia sighed, shaking her head in dismay. Conversing with people is so exhausting. Why am I still here listening to such nonsense. Swatting Sabastien's hand away, Olivia scrambled to her feet. "I'm going back to sleep. Good luck wit-" Aaron's sudden performance, initially ignored by Olivia, instantly captivated her attention. She abruptly halted in her tracks, practically tripping over herself. For a moment, Olivia simply stood frozen in place, lost for words. Whenever she mustered up enough courage to speak, her words fumbled over one another, completely unintelligible. After a few silent blinks of disbelief, Olivia turned towards Sabastien. "It's not special effects, right? We aren't on some hidden-camera show, right? Those are real...wings?" She stumbled towards Aaron, dazed by the surreality of it all. "W-woah..." Her voice trailed off as she marveled at his transformation. "Wings! They're wings!" Excitement surpressing her fear, Olivia faced him. "Look at his eyes! A-and his teeth!" She frantically pointed in innocent amazement at his strange features. However, realizing her loss in the argument, Olivia sternly looked back at Sabastien. "This still doesn't explain why you have to serve us." Mystical butlers?! This is just like in that one anime! Ah, I just got inspiration for another painting! Despite her wild fantasies and thoughts running rampant through her mind, Olivia managed to remain composed...somewhat.

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Bat, Genevieve's brain screamed at her as she watched Arron change. She'd been silently listening in to everything, trying to sort through the information as it arrived. It wasn't working very well, this all went against, well, normality but that was beside the point. Of course, this show was not helping her urge to run for her sketchpad.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's enough proof," she nodded and, though it was a little weird, she continued, "You can call me whatever you're more comfortable with. I don't want to be a pain."
It'd be weird being called mistress, but she could live with it. Her dad often came up with weird nicknames anyway, though he never used them regularly. That aside, if these guys were stay – and so far it seemed like they would be – she didn’t want to force Arron to do something he didn’t want to do, she wasn’t cruel. Magic or not they were still people as far as she could tell, and deserved to be treated as such.
She honestly didn’t know what to do with Olivia. Usually she just sat back and watched, it was very entertaining. Also vastly different from her usual lazy self.