<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Taya.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Stamp.gif) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: pristina;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 25pt;"><strong>T</strong>aya, the <strong>I</strong>urus <strong>F</strong>ormator</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Stamp.gif)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Currently:</strong> Gilead Memorable Park...<em>Alice, the Mad Hatter, the Cheshire cat...now where'd that white rabbit go again...?</em></div><br/>Shenovi had always struck Taya as an odd one. It wasn't every day when someone approached her in hopes of forming a contract. Or perhaps power hungry would be a better term for him. Bored? Perhaps. There was no questioning the fact that he enjoyed toying around with people. The poor unfortunate souls...<br/><br/>Thinking back, Shenovi's antics seemed rather tame in comparison to the destruction she'd seen the Prince and Seraphim bring about. Now those two -- heh, she couldn't help but smirk a bit -- like an old married couple, it was never pleasant to stay when they quarreled. A building might topple or a crater appear in the ground. While those were mostly due to Izuriel (The lady has some serious anger management issues but those brownies? Yum.) the Prince wasn't one to fool around either. The Prince, hrm. Now what alias was he going by now? A visit to B.L.Z. Bubb's would probably help refresh her memory.<br/><br/>Nibbling absently as she picked at the decorations on her sundae, she stared uninterestedly at the 'Cheshire Cat'. Just another guest to the tea party, though one with no invitation. Scrutinizing him for a bit, a raised brow was her silent response that she saw no resemblance. It was probably all in the red demon's head, she could practically see him rearranging the entire story as he fit people into roles on a whim. Apparently the only similarity the bound demon had with the Cheshire Cat was the mutual hatred of water. Scalding hot tea that not only burned but left the skin glistening a harsh red as steam licked at the cool air. She wondered if demons looked like that after taking a dip in the baths of hell.<br/><br/>As the cup of tea was pushed towards her across the table, she listened idly to his response. A finger traveled lazily around the rim of the cup, circling slowly before finally picking up the teacup and cradling it in her hands. "Hmm..." She hummed softly to herself, as if still lost in thought. "All fragile creatures. All fragile beings. Is it because everything is so fragile, because it may all disappear in a second, that many will strive so hard to live?" Glancing up at Shenovi, her eyes met his over the top of her teacup, fragrant steam wafting up between them. "You have lovely pink eyes you know. Like glittering jewels." Cold and hard, she had seen demons with eyes that seemed almost human. Her own eyes had taken on a faraway look, distant as if she weren't completely there.<br/><br/>"And what is life? What does it mean to live and be alive?" Questions that she had asked before, questions that she had never found answers to, questions that she didn't expect to be answered anymore. Having never had the chance to live, Taya had spent her time in Gilead pondering the same things over and over. Some may have come to guess at her existence, at her previous 'life'. Others still regarded her as a mystery. "Is it the ability to feel pain and pleasure? Or is it the capability of dying?" She didn't respond to Shenovi's offer of brewing more tea, neither denying it or encouraging it. Taya wasn't a fan of pain, but she wasn't afraid of it either. Pleasure was rare and death? Death seemed to elude her no matter how she tried to move on. Escaping from Gilead, from her task as the Iurus Formator...both impossible dreams.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Currently:</strong> Downtown Gilead...<em>Party over here, or party over there...?</em></div><br/>Ah, to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. Is this what it means to be a mere entity? To be 'unreal'?<br/><br/>Just as she could still 'see' and 'feel' the Taya at Gilead Memorable Park, so she could clearly see and feel the hectic life of Downtown Gilead. The tea party seemed dreamlike from her current point of view, but something had caught her interest. So many sparks were gathering...<br/><br/>Standing in the middle of a busy intersection, she was precisely in the center of Downtown and from where she stood the sparks were spread evenly around her. A cluster there, and the rest were scattered throughout the city. People rushed past her, paying no mind to her as she pondered her next location. There was always the option of flitting off to them all...but what was the fun in that? With each split she became less of herself and more of her surroundings, breaking away and returning was always painful. Not physically, but mentally. The loss of being in touch with and experiencing so much...Taya now preferred to keep her jumps to a minimum.<br/><br/>"Mercy Hospital, what's so interesting about you that's brought the angels over?" Elsewhere...another Nephilim awakening, and then that dark void, that cold flame flickering before vanishing for the moment. Now where has the Prince run off to?