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#Post#: 32186--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Elyana Romanov
Date: October 25, 2012, 12:41 am
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Ely tsked audibly, shaking her head at the spirit and looking
disappointed. "Do you really think I'd hurt him? You must be
dense. I'm teaching him how to do the job that he's born to do.
Don't you think I have ways to deal with spirits? I know plenty
of methods to deal with spirits that are being a pain in my ass,
a nuisance or a threat. Stop blackmailing me." She growled
quietly, arms crossing and nails tapping on her arm.
She blew out an agitated breath. The impatience with the
situation was beginning to show in the tapping of her bare foot.
"All right. I'm curious. Spit out what you're wanting to tell
me, already. You said you had a purpose, and I'm choosing to
believe you. Don't make me think that was a the wrong choice."
She said quietly, her eyes no less angry. Now might be the ideal
time. The No Moon was getting antsy. Bad things happened when
she got that way.
#Post#: 32187--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Tayboski
Date: October 25, 2012, 12:53 am
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Sangre/Elliot sighs realizing that his plans have once again
backfired and decides to simply get to the point. "You and the
head are a total mismatch. It'll never work. You and Elliot
should mate instead," he said flatly and shifted slightly
preparing himself for any other hostilities she had to throw at
him.
#Post#: 32188--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Elyana Romanov
Date: October 25, 2012, 1:09 am
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Romantic advice from a spirit? What in the...? Her nose crinkled
slightly. "So, what? Are you the spirit version of Ann Landers
or something? Come to give me advice on my love life? The hell
could you know about me in order to think that you can give me
directions?" An immediately defensive and biting remark should
have been expected.
"Look, I think Elliot likely has a schoolboy crush on me. I
highly doubt it goes beyond that. And had I known my love life
was such a subject in the spirit realm, I'd have put up wards
long before now. I've been makin' my own decisions for a long
damn time. And it's gonna stay that way. Y'all are worse than a
sewing circle made up of fan fiction readers." She said, her
eyes rolling. Somehow, in some fashion, hearing the reason for
this entire farce had made Lya less angry. Possibly because she
found it humorous.
"By the way, that act was just weird. I'm just going to point
that out. You have a long way to go before you can do Elliot
justice. And for Goddess' sake, put some pants on!" After
umpteenth time of finding her eyes where they shouldn't be, Ely
finally gave in and turned around.
#Post#: 32190--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Tayboski
Date: October 25, 2012, 2:08 am
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Sangre/Elliot simply sits there and continues to watch her
completely stone-faced. He does nothing and says nothing as Lya
rants completely unaffected. As though he knew things that she
didn't, and he did. Once she'd finished and turned away, he
sighed and stood up calmly walking over to the pile of Elliot's
clothes to her right, just at the edge of the No Moon's
peripheral vision.
"I'll go in order." the spirit said picking up Elliot's boxers
and slipping them on. The teen then leaned over again to pick up
and shake out Elliot's pants before he cleared his throat and
continued. "Who or what the hell is an 'Ann Landers'!? Call it
what you will. Quite a bit from the things Elliot has told me
and shown me; whether he knows it or not, he actually pays quite
a bit of attention to you..."
As he says the last part he looks at Lya and taps the side of
Elliot's head to imply that he can access his memories at the
moment, thus, he knows everything Elliot knows. Though perhaps,
since Sangre's mindset and perspective are different, he is even
seeing some old news in new light revealing details that
couldn't have been known before.
Once he felt his point was made, the spirit put on Elliot's
pants with a bit of difficulty before he picked up his t-shirt
and continued, "Are you 100% certain? Elliot has done things for
you that go far beyond the boundaries of a... 'schoolboy crush'
as you call it. And don't flatter yourself; to us spirits, your
nothing more than a hot-head that cooled down enough to learn
about us. True, it has earned you respect, trust, and adoration
from some of us, but as a whole, that's how it is. Nothing more.
And I'm not here to make the decision for you, that would make
it meaningless. I'm just here to show you that there is a
choice. And as for that last one..."
He pauses again slipping the t-shirt on backwards. Noticing his
mistake, he takes it off again and turns it around before he
puts it back on and brushes it off. Finally, the spirit raises
his eyebrows as though amused as he plucks the teen's button
down off of the ground along with his socks and shoes and put
the shirt on while making his way towards a downed log. "'weird'
acting or not, I didn't see you complaining while you were
attacking my 'weak point'. And that "long way to go before you
do Elliot justice" shtick? Yeah, it just proves my point even
more. I noticed that you've been mostly been talking about
'Elliot's feelings' and 'gossip' and other things, but you
haven't mentioned the thing that matters; you have feelings for
Elliot don't you?"
The spirit sat there and Looked at Lya as though he already knew
the answer and was willing to prove it if she wasn't honest with
him.
#Post#: 32193--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Elyana Romanov
Date: October 25, 2012, 2:51 am
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The No Moon's face shut down. Entirely. Ice cold and
unemotional. He might have pushed just a bit too hard. But, he'd
get his answer. "He saved my goddamn life. Of course I do! At
the same time, nearly everything isn't as f***ing simple as
you're making it out to be. This isn't a goddamn fairytale, and
I'm not a princess. And I'm damn tired of anything and
everything believing they know more about me than I do." She
said, quietly, voice carefully modulated.
"That boy doesn't remember most of the things that have shaped
the dynamic between us. And the sh*t you pulled today isn't
helping that. All I know is that I'm confused, terrified and
damn tired of being pressured. You wanna corner me? You wanna
push. I'll f***ing push back." Her nails sharpened into the very
dangerous talons, but once again, she cut her own hand and let
the red blood pool.
She hissed words in some strange language. The spirit can
identify exactly what she's doing. Spirit warding hurt a spirit,
weakened it. Her eyes settled on the red ones that weren't
Elliot's. "This hothead calmed down enough to control these
things, because I had this power turned against me. Next time
you want to talk, or you think you've got some all important
message to impart, come correct. Don't ever again think to back
me into admissions you don't f***ing deserve. Elliot's memories
of me are his. Not yours." Her mouth twisted into a snarl. Yes,
she's definitely p***ed.
The blood had pooled and she flicked her hand, leaving a streak
of it across the ground, Elliot and the shrubbery beside them.
The effects felt much like acid to the spirit, but very
obviously don't harm Elliot in any way. Ely bared her teeth at
the spirit, hissing much like the leopard she preferred. It
seemed to finish the meaning behind the ward. It felt more and
more uncomfortable for Sangre to be in the area.
"Goodbye, Sangre. Next time, send Aqua or Ventus. They're smart
enough not to piss me off." She pulled a necklace from beneath
the pullover. And then turned her back. She pulled her panties
on and her pants, so long as the spirit makes no movement toward
her aggressively.
#Post#: 32196--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Tayboski
Date: October 25, 2012, 3:43 am
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Sangre/Elliot blinked. It didn't take long for the spirit to
realize that he'd gone too far and he'd experienced enough
"wards" and "seals" due to his "evil nature" to be able to
figure out what the woman was doing. Instead of getting
frightened or trying to flee, the spirit merely leaned Elliot's
body forward into a stable, hunched position so that it could
stay upright once he was gone, and merely watched the woman as
she cast her ward. He didn't even try to fight back.
Just before Sangre was cast from Elliot's body, his lips moved
as if he had something more to say. Something that Lya couldn't
hear because his connection to Elliot's body was too weak for
him to use it's voice, and couldn't make out due to her rage.
Then, Elliot's head dropped and his body went limp, but held
itself up as though it were just taking a break from a long run.
A red mist blowing from it and into the woods. Sangre watched as
Lya turned away seeing her start to slip on her panties before
she disappeared behind a tree before he could see the good
parts.
"Hmph, I don't even get a consolation prize eh?" He chuckled
with a bittersweet look on his face, "well that's fine; I'm the
'bad guy' here, right?" The spirit closed his eyes and soon
faded away as he allowed himself to be cast out of the forest
entirely.
Shortly after Sangre was banished and Lya was dressed, Ignis
came bursting through the trees diving through the empty shell's
chest before streaking skyward with Elliot following close
behind. When Elliot dove into his body however, it suddenly
lurched from it's perch leaping after the spirit before taking a
face plant instead of flying. The teen then sat up spitting out
dirt before yelling up after the imp.
"IGNIIIIS!!!! I SWEAR WHEN I CATCH YOU I'M GONNA BIND YOU AND
GIVE YOU TO AQUA FOR A DRAIN STOPPER!!!" He then blinked and
then looked around. "Wait, where am I? Why am I yelling at
Ignis?" It appeared once the teen returned to his body, his
memories of what happened out of it become blurred and don't
become clear until his body re-acclimates to his soul. This
process takes an especially long time when someone, or
something, else uses his body while he's gone. Because of this,
he didn't remember anything after he left his body and he likely
wouldn't remember for a long time. The teen then looked up at
Lya, then looked away blushing, but didn't know why. Then he
looked at the blood on his face and shirt and kinda guessed at
what had happened; he caught a nosebleed.
"Ah, hey Lya-chan. Err... I guess I should apologize about
before huh... sorry about that," Elliot said sheepishly sounding
almost exactly like Sangre did when he first appeared. Of
course, the teen had no clue what his apology would do to Lya at
the moment.
#Post#: 32199--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
DIR By: Elyana Romanov
Date: October 25, 2012, 4:11 am
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Lya had leaned against a tree once she'd finally finished
dressing, hand rubbing absently over the general vicinity of her
heart. Her head lowered slightly, mind too much in a whirl to be
noting things like the appearance of a new spirit.
The yelling being done makes her startle and jolt, still
sharpened claws digging heedlessly into the tree behind her. Her
head jerked up, amber eyes wide. She's not ready to be
confronted by Elliot. Let alone, an Elliot that remembered
nothing. Again. The only thing she can do is let her face relax,
hiding the effects of the past hour or so.
Or that had been the plan before he spoke. Echoed words said
entirely meaninglessly just a little while ago. Instead, her
lips compressed, and she moved so that her face can't be seen.
She could lie with her voice, but not with her face. Odd, but it
was always the opposite with Gregor. With him, her voice gave
her up.
"No need to apologize, El. I'm not much on modesty, and it was
entirely accidental." Her hands moved, gathering her hair and
twisting it, catching it back with a chopstick. "I'm gonna head
home now. I'm fairly exhausted. Keep everything I've been
teaching you in mind." Once it felt like her face was smoothed
out, she turned back to him.
She underestimated just how much of the day's events had written
themselves in her eyes. The honey eyes looked doelike, darker.
Bruised and slightly wilted. She stepped forward, bumping her
head lightly against his shoulder in easy affection, like the
wolf she was. "Take care of yourself, kiddo." She told him,
before she became a hawk, and took flight. She didn't wait for
any of his reactions. It scared her a bit too much.
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