Souled! [Limbo]
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				Title: <strong>Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 19:45:06</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 23:45:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Deimos</span> [Technically in Underworld still]<br><br>Deimos' eyes fluttered open, blue orbs focusing on the deep red-orange eyes before him. He kept still for a moment, gaze locked with Lo's, sleep still on the young God's face. This was a normal routine for the two, Lo always laid down with the God, but never slept, always keeping watch over his master. Deimos, despite being cold and aloof, took comfort in his pet's company, especially when he slept. There was some thing about having Lo's warmth beside him that made Deimos sleep easier. <br><br>Delicate hands rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "Talt is going to be traveling to Earth today to collect the soul of that nasty little human-demon Iona," he murmured, "He can have her soul. I don't care. But I want what's left of her, she'd make for a lovely puppet," his tone was like that of a spoiled child's when he spoke. Finally, he sat up, his nude form both petite and with feminine flair. Despite the delicate look Deimos held, he was a lot more powerful than he looked, not that he showed it often. After all, he had Lo and his other little minions to carry out his dirty work for him.<br><br>He let his pet dress him as was routine. "We're going to visit the human realm today," he told Lo, "I don't want any body interfering so make sure those good for nothing slaves don't get in my way," he said, speaking of Attivus and the twins, "Have them ferry the souls since Talt is busy. And fetch me that wench and her young," he quietly ordered Lo, speaking of Ambali and her child, "They'll be joining us. I want to learn more about Iona."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jobe352</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 23:07:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">~Lo~</span></strong></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Night's starless shade gave way to morning rays in good time, for then Deimos awoke suddenly, stare still smeared with that adorable moment of confusion, of fragile, unspoiled innocence. How Lo cherish watching him slumber, chimerical dreams flashing behind either eyelid, his round face seized through unconscious expression and emotion. <br><br><strong>“I shall get you whatever you want, my Lord.”</strong><br><br>Those burnt irises observe on, a warm hand reaching over to slide across that pale cheek, skin so soft, divine even; the another arm--entangled around the godly waist--was peeled back, its slow withdrawal tentative. He propped himself up, elbow flattened against lavish sheets, breath caught between teeth like unwary flies fluttering right into cobwebs. No one else would ever be more exquisite than this magnificent creature, icy orbs, youthful frame, all of it perfect in every way. <br><br>Lo slip off their mattress, skimpy bandages lay taut around fresh wounds, though the sanguine strips did little to cover the most intimate areas of his warped, yet trim physique; worn over time were the heavy&nbsp; chain-links encircling the servant, forever bonded against flesh…they did not impede him whilst he dressed the impatient Deimos, whose instructions had already been matter-of-factly announced. There: dark pants, some navy turtleneck, silken fibers soft and rather tight.<br><strong><br>"As you wish... it will only take a minute."</strong> He lean in, compassionate lips, fleeting beasts, adorn the forehead below with a loving caress. Fingertips reach down, too, straightening up that messy mop of his. Soon hasty palms dance towards proper undergarments, followed by a snug scarlet kimono to tug on before departing. Thereafter Lo disappear off into the frigid air, completing every task as instructed so.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 23:53:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">~Ambali~</span><br><br>Soft golden eyes were locked on a child, still dressed for sleep. Ambali leaned over very carefully lifting Kamea up into her arms. The small child wrapped her arms around her Mother's neck. Shifting a bit she walked out of the door to her room making sure she did not disturb Kamea's sleep. She knew that Lo was looking for her, knew that today they were visiting Earth. She was glad she could bring Kamea with her, she did not like having to leave her child in anyone's care if she could help it. Seeing that Melinda would be with her sister this morning made her even happier to keep Kamea close.<br><br>Simple clothes were all that was needed for the trip, a loose fitting white shirt and a long black skirt. She wore her blond hair down, her bangs almost hiding those eyes of hers. The eyes to which she owed her life. She would have died were it not for her gift, would have lost her precious child. The child who at a years age had been exposed to so much, the fact that her child had to be raised in such a place was the only thought that could make Ambali regret her decision.<br><br>A soft pink blanket kept the chill of the child as Ambali made her way to meet Lo. She came across the man shortly after he had been sent to get her. A small smile and a nod was the greeting for Lo. Her expression said that she had expected the man.<br><br>'She is still sleeping. She was up late.'<br><br>Ambali mouthed nodding her head down to the mop of hair sticking out from under the blanket. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 20:20:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Seoul</span><br><br>It had been some time since he had last crossed the God-child Deimos and his pet Lo. He had heard the rumours about the God's newest pet, a young woman who had eyes worth gold- as well as gold in colour. But, the threads spun whispered that this woman could know any thing about any body. A most valuable tool within the God's arsenal, Seoul was sure. He was curious as to whether or not the young woman would be capable of reading him so easily, though he quite doubted it seeing Amana even had some difficultly. But, perhaps her power was even stronger.<br><br>He let himself drift around in the strange place, listening for the chilling song of Sirenia. He wasn't exactly sure how the young woman would take the news of Talt offering the supposed black soul of Ronové one wish. Perhaps she would be angry to have her work interrupted, perhaps glad to get a soul off her hands.<br><br>Lights glimmered about the young man. The many souls within him always felt slightly at ease within the realm of Limbo. Some thing about the place soothed the weary man... Some thing felt nostalgic about the soft glow the realm had. But, he supposed that many felt similar to he in respect of Limbo. It was a truly beautiful place, one he preferred to be more than any where else. Limbo was only made more beautiful with the sweet notes Sirenia sung, drawing him in ever closer like a spider it's prey. He could imagine that Sirenia's web, once caught inside, was impossible to ever escape, much too entangled. He donned the mask that Talt had given him, covering half his face so that if he were to stumble upon Deimos, it shouldn't be too much of a concern for the young God.<br><br>Attention was set upon the figure in the distance. If the notes sung true, it could only be Sirenia herself. "Miss Sirenia," Seoul softly called to the young woman. Once he had garnered her attention, he gave a slight bow, "My name is Seoul," he introduced himself, "I'm here on behalf of the Ferryman Talt," he continued, "He wishes me to tell you that there is no need to collect Ronové, for Talt has other plans for him. Might you have a message for him?" he asked, black eyes steady on Sirenia's own eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 22:14:50</strong>
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				Sirenia sang as she always did, the haunting melody enchanting the ears and minds of any who happened upon it. Every note beautiful yet tinged with a hint of melancholy as she simply continued on. No words were spoken, just the hypnotic sound of a mournful voice across the expanse of Limbo. She'd been so focused that she almost missed Seoul's arrival, his soft voice breaking her concentration as her voice stopped and she looked, blinking a moment.<br><br>"<em>Ronove....ahh yes. Ronove.</em>", she spoke, her voice haunting even when she wasn't singing. "<em>Why does Talt wish to take him? Is it not the wish of this poor creature to come hither?</em>"<br><br>Sirenia couldn't help but scowl a little, ever since she'd felt Ronove's existence, things had been fairly confusing. She'd not felt sorrow, true sorrow, in so long she'd almost forgotten it. She felt pity, and confusion. Who would wish to come to a place such as this? Even those deserving of it did not <em>want</em> to go to Hell, but she ensured that any stragglers indeed found their way to it through her melodic song. "<em>I find it rather strange that he has a fascination with one who has damned himself to come here.&nbsp; You may tell him I wish to speak with him first.</em>" Most of the time, Sirenia seemed indifferent, aloof. But this time, her voice seemed to tinge with anger, her eyes narrowing a bit.<br><br>"<em>He knows I have issue with his business despite the fact I respect his position here. Ronove wishes to come here.....</em>" Sirenia feels her voice halt again as she says that, feeling a pang that makes her scowl again. She did not like these emotions he evoked from her, but she wanted to discover why she felt them in the first place. Sending him to Talt would most assuredly put that out of her mind as she'd never be able to truly meet him again. She nodded to Seoul, respectfully, but curtly, and resumed her singing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Souled! [Limbo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 22:08:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Deimos</span><br><br>Deimos' expression soured when Lo's hand so tenderly caressed his cheek. Without warning, Deimos slapped the hand away with stinging force, "Don't touch me like that," he snarled, obviously not in the mood for any romantic whims. It was always a risk with the young God, some times he would respond favourbly, other times...<br><br>He had pulled away from Lo, as if his touch sickened Deimos, ignoring him for the majority of when Lo dressed him, lips still pressing against his brow despite Deimos' little fit earlier. Deimos merely pursed his lips stubbornly, accepting that gentle kiss though not acknowledging or reciprocating to it. <br><br>When Ambali was in the presence of Lo, Deimos made his entrance. Eyes slipped over the appearance of Ambali and her rotten young. He wasn't too fond of Ambali being able to predict even him, but thankfully she could do nothing of it, as her precious bundle of <em>sick</em> was at stake. His nose wrinkled, "I can't stand the sight of that horrid creature," he said through grit teeth, "But I can't have those insufferable good for nothing tools tear her to pieces alive, most unfortunately," he said, "You'd better keep the disgusting thing silent. I'm in a good mood, don't ruin it," he said. Very bizarre for this to be considered a good mood.<br><br>"Lo, I am exhausted, you will ready a cart for us to make our way to Limbo," he said, turning to Lo, "Be quick about it," he ordered, now being left alone with Ambali and her child. "Have you been able to tell any thing about him, wench?" Deimos asked. He asked her this often, speaking of the one and only Masked being that she had never met, the only one she couldn't seem to pinpoint and read, even memories others had of him were black, as if blocking her out.
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