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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 13, 2006 20:37:05 GMT -5
"Gute Nacht, meine Liebe, gute Nacht. Wie ein anderer Tag zu einem Ende kommt. Ich liebe Sie mehr, halte Sie genauer als überhaupt vorher! Gute Nacht, meine Liebe, schlafen fest. Wie der süsse Schlummer Sie in einen Traum trägt. Mai, der Ihr ist, sorgt sich wird gegangen, verbannt durch die Dunkelheit, Schlaf, Schlaf, ließ den süssen Schlummer Sie weg tragen, und untill der Tag, Mai Ihre Augen wird versiegelt, schloß fest. Gute Nacht meine Liebe, gute Nacht." Sand a lovely girl to the sunset, her blue-green eyes watching thpastel pinks and blues blen into each other. The wind was toying with her blone hair as she sat, her legs crossed. She wore a simple jean skirt that usually was down to her ankles, and white, short-sleeved top. Her hair was kept from her face with a green plaid headband, and a soft smile touched her lips. Her pale, German skin glowed in the sunset, and her eyes sparkled.
"Ah... Vut a vonderful night." she sighed to herself, hugging her arms to her ribcage. Behind her approached a man, his shaggy black hair parting at the forhead as to reveal his eyes. Unbeknownst to the girl, he was listening to the beautiful lullabye she was singing. Around his chest hung a cross, golden, and it glittered in the setting sun. As the girl turned, her eyes shone as she saw her 'guardian'. "Oh! Hallo Lyle..." she sighed, her eyes sparkling. Her eyes were so bright, and with her special gift, Lyle could not help but smile.
"Hello Myra." he said, his voice warm and irresistable to any normal humans. He had no real idea of his charm to human girls, but never really noticed their swooning. He normally wasn't the socialest of guardians. He took a seat by the dainty German girl. "Good to see you. Wonderful night, no?"
"Ya, vit is a veautivul nacht." she sighed, leaning on his shoulder out of habit. Lyle simple smiled and watched the sunset slowly dissapear behind the trees.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 13, 2006 20:44:54 GMT -5
A young, dark-haired man walked aimlessly across the feild, a notebook and pen in one pale hand and a blue plastic flask, no doubt filled with coffee, was clenched in the other. He did not notice the other two people as he settled down on the grass and began to scribble on his notebook, his half-moon glasses slipping down his narrow nose.
His handwriting was neat and evenly spaced, though to anyone other than himself or another of his scientific brethern, the words he wrote down made not a lick of sense.
((Bad,Bad,bad...but I still love my Will-boy!))
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 13, 2006 20:50:31 GMT -5
"Ach? Who's air?" Myra suddenly asked, her eyes wide. Not with fear, but curiosity. She turned around to see a young man sitting in the grass behind them. "Hallo 'ere!" she said, smiling as she stood up to walk over. She kneeled next to the young man curiously. "Wot's zat?" she asked, eyeing his notes. Her special 'ability' flew around aimlessly, tricking Lyle's own emotions into beleiving he was calm and careless. He struggled to fight off these feelings, because they could be dangerous. He walked over behind Myra, not saying a word.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 13, 2006 20:56:16 GMT -5
The young man jumped, holding his notes against his chest. "Er...um...notes...?" His own eyes, which were the color of blue violets, were slightly suspicous. "May I ask whom you are, m'dear?"
Oh, great...I finally find a nice, quiet, dark place to take notes, and someone interrupts me! Hmph...I miss my old laboratory... He thought wearily.
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 13, 2006 21:01:20 GMT -5
Myre smiled.
"Oh, did I vinterupt you? Traurig, traurig." she apologized, her smile apologetic. "Mein name's Myre. 'Zis is Lyle." she explained, crossing her arms in a happy manner. "Vould you like me to leaf?" she asked, tilting her head. "I am truley sorry eef I vinterrupted you, good suh'" she apologized, her accent heavy.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 13, 2006 21:04:35 GMT -5
The man smiled at her, shaking his head. "Oh, no, no...I've just been a trifle jumpy lately, so you'll have to excuse me--I didn't mean to come off that way. And it is a pleasure to meet you, Milady...I am William Ives." He nodded at Lyle, then suddenly jerked upright and looked over his shoulder.
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 14, 2006 10:57:29 GMT -5
"Ngh? Vat's da matter, Sur Villyum?" she asked, tilting her head so it was looking over his shoulder as well. Her blue-gren eyes sparkled in curiosity. She blinked.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 14, 2006 11:03:29 GMT -5
A young woman with flowing brown hair walked towards the group, her movements foretelling of nobility and slight haughtiness. She was dressed in a strange assortment of clothes-- black ruffled dress shirt, black vest with silver buttons, black slacks, and black stilletos. Her irises were dark brown, nearly black, and her the expression on her lovely, pale face suggested that of a mixture of cruelty and wisdom.
Will gulped and shoved his notepad into his coat pocket, his face quite pale. "Oh, darn...I..." He said, then went silent as the woman turned her frighteningly beautiful eyes on him.
((I'm bringing in mah new charrie a little early...hope ya dun mind...))
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 14, 2006 11:32:09 GMT -5
(( Its alright.. WHo's she? ))
"Guten Tag Dame!" said Myre, smiling happily. "Vut bring yew-" she was cut off by Lyle laying his hand on her shoulder. She titled her head, much like a puppy would after being scolded, but stayed silent. Which tened to be hard for her. She watched the woman with sparkling, innocent blue-green eyes. "Hoo's vat?" she whispered to Lyle. He shurgged and sat down next to her.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 14, 2006 14:21:07 GMT -5
((You shall see...))
The woman gave a humorless smile and watched the trio with her black eyes. "I am Bree Galadriel, little one." She said. Her voice was--strange. She had no trace of an accent, her diction perfect and every vowel soft and smooth.
Will blinked. "Where's Nat?" He asked.
'Bree' turned back to him, her longe black lashes fluttering. "He whille be coming soon, Ives."
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 14, 2006 14:43:21 GMT -5
"Oh!" said Myra, bowing her head a bit. "Mein name ist Myra, und dis is Lyle." she said, as Lyle nodded his head a bit, his silver eyes watching Bree carefully. "Nice to veet chu Dame Bree!" she said, her voice cheery as usual.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 14, 2006 14:47:40 GMT -5
Bree settled her commanding gaze on Lyle, her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised. "Greetings, Guardian Lyle." She said, her masking smile fading to be replaced by a politely studying look.
Will shuffled uncomortably. "Er..." He said, nervously fixing his glasses.
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 14, 2006 16:42:41 GMT -5
"Hello, Bree." he said, nodding his head politely. Myra tilted hre head with curiosity.
"Mind I ask of yew, vut... How do yew no that Lyle ees a ga'dian?" she asked, blinking. Lyle sighed, his dissapointment obvious. Without asking for an awnser, Myra leaned towards William. "Vy are yew so nehvous?" she asked, her eys sparkling and her voice heavy with her accent.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Oct 14, 2006 17:03:44 GMT -5
Will looked at her. "Because I really, realy don't like her." He said, jabbing a quivering thumb at Bree.
The black-eyed woman gave a bell-like laugh. "Hah! And don't I know it, Ives...but do not worry--you amuse me, so I will not throttle you for that." She said stiffly.
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Post by Bloody Kiss on Oct 14, 2006 18:18:54 GMT -5
"Vy don't choo vlike each oder?" she asked, eyes wide on the thought that people could dislike each other so much that they'd strangle someone... Lyle sighed at the innocence in Myra's eyes. If only so many other people were like that.. he thought with a huff. Then they wouldn't need us guardians..
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