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Re: Offscreen Conversations
« Reply #30 on Aug 13, 2009, 12:19am »

As the party begins to wind down, Shadow takes Tres aside - into another room and away from the hearing of the others. "For the first time in my life I pray that Damien and Kara can't see anything in the living world," Shadow states flatly after closing the door.

Tres starts and looks sharply at Shadow. "Meaning?"

"Meaning what in Soahc's name are you doing, Tres?" Shadow snaps. "When you swore you'd look after Ann, I doubt Damien thought you meant you'd drive her to an emotional breakdown. Wasn't Damien's suicide enough for you?"

"Damien didn't-" Tres began but Shadow cut her off harshly.

"Open your eyes and face reality, Tres!" he snarled. "It might have been slow, but he killed himself. Without Kara, you, I or even his own neice were worth living for. He may have regreted it later, but he knew what his stunt at Lacuna would cost him."

Tres glared darkly at Shadow, her eyes blazing. "What would you know about Damien? You abandoned all of us when you decided to be a stupid little boy and refuse to swallow your pride. Damien... lost his head for a moment and made a mistake."

Shadow bit his tounge, biting back the angry retort there. "You may be right," he lied through his teeth. "You knew Damien in ways I didn't. But that doesn't change the fact that we are going to lose Ann as well at this rate. And I will be damned if I let that happen."

"She's a headstrong, hot temptered girl," Tres replied. "With a tendancy to sulk that she must have gotten from her father, since she didn't get it from Kara or Damien." Tres shot Shadow a pointed look, recieving a scrowl in return.

"I wouldn't know," Shadow replied through clentched teeth. "I never met her father. And I'll thank you not to imply anything else."

"You let anyone else see you acting this way and the rumors will start up again," Tres counters. "So I suggest you back off or get used to it. Ann will be fine. Damien was moody at times anyway."

"Ann is not Damien!" Shadow snapped. "Or Kara! She is her own person and you are crushing her when you expect her to be her mother or uncle!" Shadow took another deep breath and took two steps back from Tres. "I didn't bring you here to fight with," he sighed.

"Could have fooled me," Tres shot back, folding her arms over her chest. "Don't lecture me on Ann, Shadow. She's not your problem."

Shadow frowned a little and said, "Listen to yourself, Tres. 'She's not my problem'? Since when was she anyone's 'problem'? When did she become a 'problem' rather then a person?" Tres looked striken as Shadow's words hit home. The king continued, "She's staying with me for awhile, Tres. You need to sort out whatever is wrong with YOU, and I need to sort out the issues Ann's having."

Tres frowned again. "She's Naurorod's Leader, Shade. You have no right to keep her locked up here," she snapped. "What if, Forces forbid, we might actually need her?"

"If an issue arises in Naurorod at the moment, I suspect it would be the assassination of the current Honoured Leader," Shadow replies coldly. "I have every damn right, Tres. She should have been Lumi's sister. She should have been my daughter!" Shadow shook his head. "I will do anything to keep her safe, Tres. Including lie through my teeth and claim her as mine if you push me."

Surprise took the heat out of Tres' anger. "You wouldn't."

"Oh I assure you, I would," Shadow replied. "If she hadn't been aged up before Damien had died, I would have adopted her come hell or high water. She might not be my daughter, Tres, but I love her like she was. Ann is staying here until she feels ready to return to Naurorod. We'll travel to Naurorod in a few days, when she's feeling stronger, so she can tie up any loose ends there."

Tres looked at Shadow for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine. On your and her fool heads be it. You're probably her last hope anyway. Tead knows, you can't make things worse!" Shaking her head, Tres left the room.

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Re: Offscreen Conversations
« Reply #31 on Aug 13, 2009, 1:56am »

Ann was quiet as she and Shadow rode into Fira. The couple of days she'd spent in Maelstorm had helped a little, but she was still feeling tense now she was back in 'her' land. Dismounting, Ann tied her mare up and glanced at Shadow.

"I'll get your things," Shadow told her as he dismounted. He gave her a pat on the back and headed off. Ann went in search of Shyamal.

Shyamal was sitting in Naurorod garb; he'd long since packed away his own clothing as he found the heat increasing with the waning of winter. As a result, he had a nice tan, though it looked a bit strange with his even more bleached silver hair. Spotting Ann, he jumped to his feet, the sewing he'd been assisting with falling to his feet. "Ann!" he called out, smiling in glee.

"Hi," Ann said, smiling back a little. "You look good," she complimented him, then decided to get to the point. "Um, Shyamal? Something's come up and I need to be in Maelstorm for a bit. Were you planning to stay here longer or did you have something else in mind?"

Shyamal blinked and looked around briefly before he asked, "Er, how long will you be gone...?"

Ann winced a little. "Not long, hopefully. But I'm not exactly sure," she replied.

Shyamal looked a bit crestfallen. He crossed his arms in silent thought for a few moments before answering, "I don't think Master Thelon is going to be assisting me. And, well, I said I wasn't in a rush to get to Morilanta, but I do have to petition the other leaders for help. I was hoping I might stay with you a while and learn more about the other nations but if you've more pressing matters..." He swallowed and his voice had tapered off into a quiet murmur. "I suppose I should move on."

"I guess," Ann murmured, feeling bad for the prince. "I'm sorry Thelon isn't willing to help you. Khelek might be a good place to try next. I've heard rumours that they're not fond of Morilanta..."

Shyamal shivered at the mention of Khelek, but only faintly. "I was just going to continue on in a circular path. My next stop was going to circle around the midlands - probably Reave next. And then Ilyamen. After that I'll head to the Beastlands and Humontis before making a wide swing to the north to Ronduin and Khelek last. After that, I'll have all the help I can get - literally - and it'll be time to confront my father and Bastion."

"I don't know the Reave or Ilyamen leaders," Ann murmured. "But you might not mention that I'm helping you to the Reave leader. I've heard he and my uncle didn't get along."

Shyamal nodded and gave a bow of assent. "I honestly hadn't on planned to tell any of the others that you're helping me," Shyamal admitted. "I don't want to get you branded as a Morilantan sympathiser and all the shame that comes with that title."

Ann laughed, a touch bitterly. "Thanks for that. I've got enough trouble all of my own," she replied.

"As I've surmised," Shyamal murmured, lowering his gaze. "I'm sorry to be a burden, Honored Leader. I hope Efil sees fit to ease your burden a little in life. I will go on to face mine. It has been... a pleasure knowing you." He seemed about to say more but bit his tongue instead and just bowed.

"You're not a burden," Ann replies, tiredly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be snappy." She gives him a tiny smile. "Let me know how you go getting more help, alright?"

"I will write when I can," Shyamal agreed delicately. "Goodbye my friend."

"Goodbye Shyamal," Ann replies. "Look after yourself." With that she went to meet up with Shadow.

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Re: Offscreen Conversations
« Reply #32 on Oct 28, 2009, 2:35pm »

Sunray sat in the royal study, his feet propped up as he reclined in the comfortable chair. A book lay on his lap but he wasn't reading it; his mind was elsewhere and he was gazing out a window idly, entertaining thoughts of what he would do with his day tomorrow. He was considering taking Lyra somewhere and debating where and what they would do when they got there when his father was abruptly standing before him.

He stared. It took a moment to realize that he had not fallen asleep. "F-f-f... Father?" he whispered, eyes wide.

Death had done nothing to diminish the noble bearing of the former king and he stood with a proud stance that would have made any man snap to attention. "Sunray," he greeted, the gentleness of his voice at odds with the kingly pose.

Sunray stood up abruptly, the book crashing to the floor, and he tried to put his arms around Elijah, but passed right through and nearly smashed his face against the opposite bookshelf.

"Careful, son," Elijah chuckled, turning around as Sunray righted himself.

"You're still gone, aren't you?" Sunray murmured, tears filling his eyes. It seemed so unfair.

"Yes, I am," Elijah confirmed. "But this is Spirit Night, son, and I return to speak with you and to see you."

Sunray went and sat back down. "Are you mad with me, father?"

Elijah sighed deeply. "I am not, son. I am... a little disappointed in your choice. The throne was your duty, son, and nobody said that it would be an easy burden to carry. But you ran away from that."

"But father..." Sunray protested, voice threatening to break with grief.

Elijah held up a hand. "No, I understand why you did it and I think that your intentions were noble. There were far more elegant ways of handling it... you really did take a page from Twilight's book on that one. But it's worked out well and things could have been far worse. I didn't come here to berate you for your... dramatic good intentions. I came to tell you that I love you, I am sorry for placing you in the position I did upon my death, and to wish you luck in your new life."

"You mean it?" Sunray asked, brightening.

Elijah gave a great chuckle. "Of course I do! Sunray, despite how much you blame yourself for all of life's problems, you did an admirable job as king. I think you could have continued to do so; you had the best in your heart for everyone. That is one of the tenets of a good king. You made mistakes, but so does everyone else. Your mistakes may seem larger and more terrible for your position, but to be in error is unavoidable and you must move on."

"I-I will," Sunray promised. He felt as though a weight had been lifted off his heart. "I miss you so much, father."

"I miss you too son," Elijah replied with a sad smile. "But we will see each other again in time, and I am always watching over my children - and grandchildren." He gave a small wink to Sunray, who blushed. "I think I need to have a little talk with Twilight next. Pop his ego."

Sunray laughed quietly at that, but looked sad when he stopped. "Goodbye, father."

"Goodbye Sunray," Elijah whispered, beginning to fade away. "I love you, son, and am so proud of you."

Sunray blinked, and his father was gone.

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Re: Offscreen Conversations
« Reply #33 on Nov 2, 2009, 1:11pm »

Layla sat patiently in her living room, lounging in her chair, legs crossed at the knee's next to the fire place, listening to the crackling wood of the low burning fire. A tall class of wine adorned one hand, the other let neatly in her lap. Staring into the fire her mind was blank save for one thought. One frozen moment of time that had haunted her thoughts since it happened. This year, she had almost joined her father, rather han be talking to this night. Taking another sip from her class of wine, she closed her eyes and waited.

Her wait wasn't a long one before the tall built form of her Father appeared in the living room. When she seemed too deep in thought to notice him, he made his presence know.
"That...could develop into a nasty habbit you know." He said with a smile.

Layla jumped almost spilling her wine. She looked over at her father and smiled. Uncrossing her legs and setting her wine down on the table she stood to greet him. "Father, welcome!"

"it's good to be seen by you." He chuckled at his own joke. "What were you thinking about?" He asked her.

Layla's face dropped. Her Father never waisted time with small talk, but then again, neither did she. "Early this year, I was almost with you coming back to visit Mother." She said quietly, resisting the urge to look away from his blaze blue eyes.

"But you're not. Layla, I've seen you, you still freeze up in any sort of physical confrontation. You still refuse to use your abilities. Layla that is something you must to overcome. " His harsh tone had the undercurrent of concern.

Layla stared at him for a long moment, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. "I miss you, So does Mother. "

He sighed. "I know, and I miss being able to talk to you like this all the time. But I've never regretted what happened. You've become a strong, level headed woman, who's now the leader of our great nation. I'm so proud of you, it goes beyond words. I can only think of one other thing, that I would want for you." he smiled.

"What's that?" She asked, tilting her head in confusion. She had a house, a few nice things, she always had food, and job that made her feel good. What more could she need?

Her Father chuckled at her confusion. "A nice, noble hearted man to share your bed with, and just for a night Layla. You're mother's right. It's time you settle down and perhaps start your own family. For your own sake. Living alone like this all the time, it's not good."

Layla wanted to argue, but decided against it. Instead she nodded her understanding.

"Sadly, I must go, and visit your mother before my time in world is up." her father sighed. "But Layla, please know how proud I am of you. You've become everything I could hope for and more. Continue that. Untill we meet again, I'll be watching you always. Goodbye my dear Layla, and I love you."

"I love you too Father." Layla whispered, a few more tears making her their way down her flushed cheeks. She watched him smile at her as he faded away. Once he was gone, Layla returned to her chair, crossed her legs at the knee's and continued to sip her wine as she mulled over the things her father had said to her.

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Re: Offscreen Conversations
« Reply #34 on Nov 5, 2009, 7:55am »

Acqua had lost count of how many alleyways and dark streets she'd walked down by now. She hadn't been too worried to find the children weren't home when she'd gotten back from the market, assuming the children had gone off with some other guild children. When they weren't home by dinner time though, Acqua stopped planning a lecture for them and started becoming honestly worried. She didn't know of any guild child who'd skip a meal and Letha and Robin were rarely able to keep up with the older three for so long without insisting on going home. So she'd abandoned the food on the table in favour of going searching for the children.

The moon was reaching it's highest point when she'd hunted out the Maelstrom guild mind and had him start passing on the message that her children were missing. From then on the Maelstrom Guild started joining her search – to no result so far.

“I'd say good evening, Kitten, but I know it isn't.”

Acqua started at the voice and turned to see Echo walking by her side. “Echo, the children...”

“I've seen them, Kitten,” Echo said soothingly. “They're not with me, and they're not hurt but...”

A whisper of... something that wasn't quite a memory tickled at Acqua's mind. “You can't tell me where they are, can you?”

“That's right,” Echo said regretfully. “I'm sorry, Kitten. I would if I could, but even I don't try breaking Taed's rules. Wouldn't want to share Daniel's fate.”

“Nasty?” Acqua asked, not really caring but having to think about something other then her children for a second. She needed to think clearly and panic wouldn't help that. “Echo, they're not just missing are they? Can you at least tell me WHY they were taken?”

“Yes it was nasty, and Kitten...” Echo sighed, then thought about what she could say without breaking the rules. “I can tell you that it wasn't because of the guild or anyone in your family, Kitten.”

“Then why?”

“I'm sorry, Kitten-love,” Echo replied, shaking her head. “I can't say more then that, as much as I want to. I have a message for you, though.”

“What message?”

“In Aries' exact words, I'm to tell you, 'That we're okay and we're not afraid... much, and that we'll see them soon.',” Echo replied softly, wishing that she could give Acqua a hug. Given the way Acqua had teared up at the message, Echo had the feeling her love could seriously use one. “Kitten, go home. You won't find them like this and... I think you might find help waiting for you. I'm going to go kick Mat out of bed and get him moving home for you.”

“Echo... I'm sorry...”

“Kitten, love, there's no need for that. You're not responsible for this, you've raised Bas and Pas better then I could have and if you even consider apologising for my death, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life by smacking you over the head with a wooden spoon,” Echo said firmly, then added softly, “Kitten, I would have died for you and Mat a thousand times without regret. You two are the most important things in my life... and afterlife... so please, don't blame yourself.” The ghost paused for a moment then stepped forward and hastily kissed Acqua's cheek. “I love you, Kitten,” she whispered. “Never forget that.”

Before Acqua could do more then touch the half-frozen spot on her cheek, Echo had vanished. Acqua stood there for a long moment, then whispered, “I love you too, heart-sister.” With a sigh, she turned and headed for home.

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