Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa & GrapeTootsiePop}
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				Title: <strong>Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 06:55:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad121/GrapeTootsiePop/Randomness/Characters/Fairie.jpg)</div><em>Splash!</em><br><br>The sudden 'wet feeling' along her side made her look down at her gray dress in surprise before she raised her green eyes to the car driving away, "Are you serious?!" She raised her dress up and looked at the wet spot before she moved from the edge of the sidewalk, closer to the closed store that thankfully had an overhang. She looked one way and then the next before she placed a hand over the wet spots on her dress and allowed her hand to glow, warming the clothes once more. She moved her hand away and smoothed her dress down, smiling in satisfaction. Where she was going, she needed to look presentable.<br><br>Brushing her red hair over her shoulder, Ivorie continued down the streets of Seattle, wincing as she caught the scent of rain and piss from the alley she crossed. Out of all the places she had been asked to visit, Seattle Washington was the least expected of them all. Truly, with all the sudden influx in 'supernatural' activity, she expected New York or California...hell, even Texas! But no...she had been summoned to Seattle.<br><br>"Spare some change?" She heard a man rumble close to her.<br><br>"Ew...no," She wrinkled her nose and continued on, walking a bit faster as she rounded the corner and stopped when she almost ran into the back of a group of young adults. She looked at the street sign and sighed in relief. Central St. She just needed to find building 66-6 and she would be set.<br><br>As if by some sign -- <em>Oh yes because she totally believed in that!</em> -- she saw the flashing lights across the street and almost stomped her foot again in frustration. Bar 66-6. It couldn't have been a restaurant, or even better...a hotel. It had to be a bar.<br><br>Looking both ways, she crossed the street and was about to ask the bouncer who owned the bar when she noticed he was...a gargoyle. When did Gargoyle's have human form? "Excuse me...?"<br><br>He jerked his head to the door as he moved aside, "She's in there. Waiting for you."<br><br>Ivorie walked into the loud thumping building, wincing slightly before her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She blinked in surprise when she saw creatures of all kinds. Vampires. Angels. Demons. Halflings. It was...a sanctuary of some sort because no two creatures got along too well, let alone the plethora that greeted her when she walked in. Thankful that she had kept her wings hidden under the dress, she made her way towards the bar where she spotted...shit.<br><br>The Seer.<br><br>As soon as she sat down on the barstool, the Seer looked at her with her blind eyes and grinned, "Want to hear a joke?"<br><br>"No," She responded but the Seer ignored her.<br><br>"A Reaper and a fairy walk into a bar..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 05:09:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/9VlQV5r.jpg)</div>He rubbed the heel of his palm against the center of his chest, trying to rub away the ache even though he knew it would do no good.&nbsp; It would fade in its own time and there was nothing he could do to speed it up, it was a curse of his kind.&nbsp; Well, one of many curses if he was being honest.&nbsp; It wasn't like he had a cushy job, and he didn't even get paid for it.&nbsp; He ignored the strange looks he got as he came out of the elevator on the sixth floor of Seattle Children's Hospital.&nbsp; It had to be a children's hospital.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; He hated when it was a child.&nbsp; He'd rather to three obese heart attacks in one night than a child.&nbsp; <br><br>The walls were covered in colorful scenes, children, animals, one wall was painted with scenes of a carnival, brightly colored balloons and cotton candy.&nbsp; Happiness.&nbsp; The walls were always decorated with scenes of happiness, but happiness wasn't what he found when he paused outside of the room he'd been led to.&nbsp; No, there was no happiness there.<br><br>Tears were being shed over a small body, the hum of the equipment she'd been hooked up to loud as family stood around awkwardly, not sure how to consol the parents for the loss of their child.&nbsp; He kept his distance, leaning against the wall opposite as he waited.&nbsp; It sometimes took a while for the children to notice him, they were so wrapped up in their parents pain.&nbsp; It helped that the closer he came to a soul marked for him the more incorporeal he became.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually people began to depart, paying no attention to him as they passed, consumed by their own thoughts.&nbsp; When only the parents were left he saw her, an ethereal form that peeked around her mother's skirt with wide, big blue eyes frightened.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello Molly," he said as he squatted down in the hall, ignoring the orderly who passed through him.&nbsp; <br><br>"My name is Dusan," he said, holding his hand out, palm up as he waited. "I know you don't want to leave your parents, but it's time for me to take you home," he added.<br><br>"I want to go home with my Mommy..." Molly said, her voice barely a whisper.<br><br>"Mommy will join you later.&nbsp; You can't stay, and deep down you know that."<br><br>He watched her consider, still half hidden behind her mother's skirt, but eventually she crept out, each step away from her parents grief a bit lighter.&nbsp; "Where are we going?" she asked as she took his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're going to a beautiful place, I can't do it justice," he said with a warm smile as he stood and led her towards the elevator.&nbsp; He didn't have to use the elevator, not now, any doorway would do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you going with me?" she asked with an innocent trust that tugged at his heart.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, sweetheart.&nbsp; I will never go where you're going, but I promise friends will meet you there," he added as he pushed the button for the elevator.&nbsp; A moment later the elevator doors opened and he let go of her hand as she passed through, light enveloping her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuck... I need a drink," he muttered to himself as he scrubbed the tears from his cheeks and stepped into the now empty elevator. <br><br><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br>He was more than ready for a stiff drink by the time he walked into Bar 66-6.&nbsp; He barely nodded at the bouncer, a Gargoyle he'd played more than his fair share of darts against, he usually lost but they got along well anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>"The bar..." the Gargoyle grumbled just before he was out of range, making Dusan stumble slightly as he glanced back with a frown.&nbsp; <br><br>His chest still ached, his head throbbed and he was finding it hard to take a deep breath.&nbsp; He'd had rougher nights, but not many, and all he wanted was a drink.&nbsp; Which explains why he groaned when he neared the bar and saw the Seer.&nbsp; "Not tonight, Morrigan.&nbsp; I don't have the patience for you tonight," he added, so tired that he used her name when he knew good and well that she hated for him to say it in public.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't choose the time, Reaper.&nbsp; Fate chooses," she said cryptically.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>He glanced absently at the woman sitting next to her and blinked, not quite sure what a fairy was doing in the bar to begin with. They didn't usually mix with a crowd like that in Bar 66-6.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 22:50:11</strong>
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				A reaper.<br><br>For a moment all Ivorie could do was stare in horror at the male that the Seer was speaking to, unable to close her mouth as it hung in shock. The stench of death surrounded him and she resisted the temptation of fluttering away from him. Her mind, wanting to play its own tricks replayed the words the Seer had said when she had first neared the bar. It has to be a joke, she thought angrily, it has to be. And yet as she stared at the Reaper with a mixed look of disgust and interest, she couldn't help but get the feeling that no...this was very real.<br><br>Fate chooses.<br><br>What did fate have in store? Pushing herself away, Ivorie licked her lips and paid for the strawberry cider she had been sipping on. "Well, I'm done with this night. I'm leave." But as she turned, Ivorie found herself unable to move. She willed herself to move...but nothing. She snapped, "Quit holding me here, Seer."<br><br>"You both think that I want to deal with the both of you?" Morrigan's eyes flashed even brighter in their white before she jerked her head towards a side door, "Come. The faster the vision is placed before you two, the easier it'll be to know if you both will accept it or deny it. Free Will and all...you know God's humor. She doesn't like to force anyone to do anything. Human or...Other-wise."<br><br>What could she do? She had a feeling if she said no without seeing the vision that the Seer was going to have her dragged to the room. "Fine," She snapped. "But I want another cider."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 23:13:50</strong>
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				He noticed the Fairy's look, the horror and fascination written so plainly upon her face, but he chose not to acknowledge it with anything more than a slight grimace.&nbsp; He was used to the way others looked at him, the disgust and fear they felt.&nbsp; He reminded them that there was no such thing as true immortality.&nbsp; Everything could be killed.&nbsp; He should know.&nbsp; He hadn't been born a reaper, he'd been chosen by a fickle creature of Fate to bear the burden upon his death.&nbsp; He thought of it more as a curse than a gift, though that was what she'd called it at the time.&nbsp; His gift had lost him everything.&nbsp; Every friend.&nbsp; Every loved one.&nbsp; No one wanted to wake up every morning next to death and wonder if he saw the mark upon their skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Being a Reaper was a curse, but it was one he was well used to.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt a moment of amusement when the Fairy tried to walk away.&nbsp; He didn't bother, simply raising a hand and mouthing his order to the barkeep, who slid a dos equis down the bar.&nbsp; He took a long sip before he shrugged at Morrigan and followed her into the back room, where he sat down on a crate and waited.&nbsp; He would watch her vision, then he'd get the fuck out of dodge.&nbsp; If Morrigan was there he didn't want to be on the same continent, let alone the same city.&nbsp; Only bad things happened when she appeared.&nbsp; <br><br>"God needs to get off my back.&nbsp; I've been doing what she asked for nearly a century, I could use a break at some point before she burns me out completely," he muttered under his breath.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 20:50:16</strong>
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				The Morrigan waited until they were both in the back room before she shut the door and shook her head, "You won't burn out, you're the best Reaper she's had since...well since the beginning of time." There was a touch of softness when she blindly looked towards his direction, "You have a gift." She sighed before she snapped her fingers and once more appeared in her true form, a light that had no real corporeal form. In her true form, she was was able to see clearly, her eyes bouncing from both the Reaper and the Fairy. When they remained on the fairy, she smiled slowly, "Ivorie...welcome to your test."<br><br>"Test?" Ivorie paused as she looked up from the cider she had been intently inspecting. She didn't know why but the Reaper...really bothered her.<br><br>The Seer grinned as she clapped her hands and a loud thunderous boom resonated through the room. When her hands separated, a ball of light appeared and the vision began. "There are traitors among the light and dark. Those that are born of light but feed information to the dark and vice-versa. God and the Devil have made a deal for you two to unite and find the traitors and bring them to justice. Lucifer will allow the fairy access to her realm...and God will allow the Reaper access to her realm. The sisters need you to find out who these traitors are."<br><br>She blinked and the vision slowly faded, "If the traitors are not found, the twins will be overthrown and we <em>so</em> don't want that to happen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 23:56:27</strong>
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				Dusan took another sip of his beer as he eyed the Fairy, Ivorie.&nbsp; He couldn't see why she'd been chosen for a test.&nbsp; She was a small thing, though she was beautiful as most fairies were.&nbsp; They weren't known for selflessness or sacrifice, the opposite in fact.&nbsp; Upon first and even second glance he could find nothing special about her, but Morrigan was never wrong.&nbsp; Not in his experience.&nbsp; Which was why he watched her closely as she got the vision, while he could only hear it.&nbsp; Hearing it was enough.<br><br>"Well.&nbsp; Fuck me..." he muttered under his breath as Morrigan gave him what he could only interpret as a fond look.&nbsp; <br><br>"Really?&nbsp; God wants me in heaven?" he asked dubiously, his heart clenching slightly in his chest.&nbsp; He'd been told that he would never see the realm of God, that it was forbidden for a Reaper to step foot in either God's or Lucifer's domain.&nbsp; He was forever trapped in limbo, living in the realm of mortality without a single connection beyond his duty.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you have anything else for us?&nbsp; Information... a lead of some kind.&nbsp; Who are our contacts in the Realms?" he asked, chugging the rest of his beer to hide any sign of his unease.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 00:54:12</strong>
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				There was a moment of elation for Ivorie...and then abject fear. How long had it been since she wanted to enter the Realm of God and Lucifer? She had been trying since the moment she had her wings, and had been warned repeatedly that she was going to get herself killed if she tried to sneak into either again. But now...now it was being handed to her. And she knew her test; whomever she pleased the most...she would get to serve. She would finally become...an angel....or a demon. No longer just a fairy. She would be so much more! She licked her lips nervously before she blurted out, just as he spoke, “I'll do it!”<br><br>The Seer laughed, “It's not that easy, Ivorie. You both have to agree to do it. If both do not willingly consent, then it cannot be.” She looked at Dusan and arched an eyebrow, “The information you need is the one you have been provided with. That is all.”<br><br>“It doesn't matter,” Ivorie retorted as she looked at the Reaper as if she wanted to strangle him, “We'll do it.” Her test. Finally her test had arrived. The giddiness almost made her flutter in the air as she tried her best to contain her excitement. Her family and friends had been satisfied just being fairies, remaining in their small worlds, doing the bidding of others. Fairies were known as messengers, and yet for Ivorie...it had never been enough. She was meant for more.<br><br>Not even sparing Dusan a look, Ivorie smiled brightly, “I'm in. And so is he. We're going to save the Twins. And then...you know...the world can live happily ever after. Yadi Yadi Yada.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 23:19:02</strong>
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				He’d been volunteered.&nbsp; <br><br>He glared right back and the self-centered fairy who thought she could order him about.&nbsp; He wanted nothing to do with this crazy quest.&nbsp; There were others who could do it.&nbsp; No matter how curious he was to finally see that which he was denied, nothing good could come of it.&nbsp; He shook his head slowly, not even bothering to answer as she continued to talk, completely ignoring the fact that he hadn’t said that he was willing to think about it, let alone do it.<br><br>“I’m not in…” he finally said, his voice so quiet that it broke through the Fairy’s excitement.&nbsp; <br><br>He glanced towards Morrigan then and cringed at the sympathy he found in her gaze.&nbsp; She’d never given him that look.&nbsp; He’d always just been a Reaper to him, or more importantly Dusan.&nbsp; She’d known him before he’d lost everything that mattered, and she’d taken care of him a few times since, not that he was prepared to admit that he owed her.&nbsp; That was far too dangerous a game to play with a Seer.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ve had nothing but grief from either of the twins, one of whom trapped me in this half-life where everyone watches me with either pity or fear.&nbsp; I’m sorry, find another Reaper if you need one, but I have souls to collect,” he said as he rose and knocked back the last of his drink, prepared to walk out and not look back.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 05:50:48</strong>
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				For a moment, her voice disappeared and all she could do was stare at him with wide, shocked eyes.<br><br>He wasn't in. Just as quickly as she saw her black wings in her mind, they disappeared...all because the Reaper didn't want to help her. She swallowed hard, tried to tone down on her anger and her sudden spike of fear but before the Seer could speak, she snapped, "Are you out of your mind? If there was another Reaper they would go to, then you wouldn't be here, now would you? Huh?" One look at the Seer and she knew she was right.<br><br>"She has a point..." The Seer commented quietly.<br><br>"See!" She stomped her foot, her cheeks becoming tinted with color as her eyes flashed angrily and she put her hands on her hips. "You can't leave!" Her voice had reached an octave that was barely normal for humans and Ivorie knew that if she didn't calm down, she was going to lose control and snap back to her actual size. "Seer! Tell him!!"<br><br>The Seer looked at Ivorie in slight amusement before she looked at Dusan and said quietly, "It's true. You've been handpicked by the twins themselves and they have even suggested that if you accomplish this...they will grant you whatever wish you request from them both."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 00:12:03</strong>
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				She was a petulant child and he wanted nothing to do with her.&nbsp; He was about to tell her so when the Seer’s words stopped him.&nbsp; She normally remained neutral to allow those she sought to make their own decisions, but she wasn’t now.&nbsp; It impressed upon him the urgency of the matter more than anything else could have, but it still wasn’t enough for him to change his mind.&nbsp; It would take something more to entice him into working with the fairy… <br><br>Something like the favors that she offered him a moment later. <br><br>“First, the only way I will work with you,” he said, his attention on Ivorie, “is if you learn to show a little more respect and restraint.&nbsp; If you are as self-centered as you appear to be this partnership will never work. I understand that you want to pass your test… but you will fail without me.&nbsp; Remember that,” he told her sharply, hoping that he would break through to her before she got on his last nerve.&nbsp; <br><br>“From both of them?” he questioned the Seer then, who nodded slightly in response.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well, fuck.&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; I’m in, for now, but I will not hesitate to stop the moment I feel that I’m being manipulated… by anyone.”<br><br>God, he despised fairies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 01:29:55</strong>
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				An indignant gasp escaped her when the Reaper snapped at her, eyes wide in shock and hurt. How could he call her self-centered?! She was not! She had a test, she wanted to pass it, she wanted to become a demon! How else was she going to do it unless he did whatever the twins wanted him to do...or them, rather. For she would have a hand in it. She sniffed, raising her nose slightly up in the air and when he turned back to the Seer she stuck her tongue out at him.<br><br>She'd show him!<br><br>"Thank you for your agreement, Desan," Morrigan said quietly, before she leveled her eyes on Ivorie and said sharply, "I am going to say this once and only once, Ivorie. When Desan says he is the end all be all of your test, he is right. Do not fail him...or betray him. For his wrath is sometimes mightier than even the twins."<br><br>Ivorie crossed her arms over her chest and muttered glumly, "I thought you couldn't pick sides, Seer."<br><br>"A word of advice is not picking sides, child."<br><br>Ivorie huffed and snapped her fingers, turning herself into her regular small size. She didn't want to deal with them anymore, they were being insufferably rude. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 02:55:12</strong>
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				Desan watched as the little twit snapped her fingers and a small flash of light blinded him for just a moment.&nbsp; When he could see again there was a small, dainty fairy in her place.&nbsp; At least at that size he could easily bat her away… or trap her in a jar if she annoyed him too much.&nbsp; His thoughts must have shown on his face, because Morrigan reached out and flicked his ear hard enough for him to jerk back and give her a scowl.&nbsp; No one else would have dared, but she knew he was far more bark than bite, at least to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Go.&nbsp; Tomorrow you will be summoned to Lucifer’s realm, where a guide will tell you what they know, though that’s precious little at this point.&nbsp; Do not lose the fairy, Desan.&nbsp; Just as she needs you, you will need her too before the end,” she said cryptically before she turned and left, only wisps of darkness left behind.&nbsp; <br><br>“Fuck.&nbsp; Come on, little bird,” he said as he headed towards the door.&nbsp; “I’m going to get another drink, and then I’m going to find somewhere to sleep for the night.&nbsp; I have a feeling that neither of us are going to get much sleep in the coming days…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 04:16:50</strong>
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				There was no way Ivorie was going to become human again and walk next to him, she was annoyed and she didn't want to show him that if he just ordered her about she would do as he said. He was so rude! And The Seer...how could she say those things! How could she be so...so mean! Ivorie huffed as she fluttered near him but not near enough for&nbsp; him to be able to grab her. Until...he opened the door and the sound of the bar and the others around her made her cower in fear.<br><br>Normally when she turned small, she was far from population...this was nothing like it. It was so much <em>worse</em>.<br><br>With a little squeak, she dived into his coat pockets and tucked her knees against her chest, hiding in the darkness of his pocket. If he even tried to take her out, she would fight tooth and nail...once she was able to think outside the music. She covered her ears and burrowed even deeper in his pockets, her wings tucked around her. Stupid humans. Stupid Seer. Stupid Reaper!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 21:55:15</strong>
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				He’d only taken a couple of steps into the room when he felt more than saw her dive into his pocket.&nbsp; He froze there, an incredulous look on his face as he felt her move, getting comfortable he assumed.&nbsp; It chafed his pride that she would think he would carry her after the way she’d acted.&nbsp; He reached for his pocket and pulled it open to peer inside, more than ready to give her and ear full, but what he found drew him up short.&nbsp; He stared at her for a moment, sure that he couldn’t be right, but her fear was obvious.&nbsp; Body language didn’t change with one’s size, and the way she curled up and kept her hands over her ears told him that she was afraid. <br><br>Instead of heading towards the bar he closed his pocket again and moved his arm to guard it so that anyone who brushed against him wouldn’t do her any harm and headed towards the door.&nbsp; He nodded slightly towards the barkeep who nodded back, and then he was outside in the damp air, rain quickly soaking through his jeans and matting his hair against his skull.&nbsp; He moved quickly through the streets, but he was careful of the small package who continued to ride in his pocket as thunder cracked overhead.&nbsp; <br><br>It took about fifteen minutes for him to reach his flat.&nbsp; He’d had no intention of showing her where he lived, but the storm had driven him indoors, and though he hated to admit it he was concerned.&nbsp; He didn’t know if it had just been the sound or if something else had frightened her.&nbsp; There was only one way to find out.&nbsp; <br><br>He flicked on the lights, illuminating a clean but small flat that was sparsely furnished.&nbsp; It held only the necessities, he wasn’t there often.&nbsp; He shrugged out of his jacket and gently slung it over the edge of the mantel and left her there to come out in his own time as he went to change into dry clothes.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 00:04:46</strong>
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				The movements made her clench her body and try not to move inside his pocket, a task that she found surprisingly easy because it felt like someone or something was shielding her. She frowned in slight confusion, certain that he wouldn't block her or try to protect her...they didn't like one another! But she didn't think too much into it as she suddenly heard the sound of the bar disappearing. Another frown tugged at her eyebrows and she wondered just how quickly he had drank his drink to already be out in the streets. It made no difference to her though and she simply stayed there, protected from the rain and from the people in this plane.<br><br>When she heard silence...and a door closing, her eyes widened. Where had he taken her? She went perfectly still, certain that he was going to reach into his pocket and pull her out...except he didn't. A scowl marred her features as she wondered just who in the hell this Reaper was who behaved almost....soft. What was wrong with him?<br><br>The stories she had heard about Reapers had firmly scared her from ever coming in contact with one of them accidentally. And here she was being forced to work with one to gain her 'promotion'. It was almost an insult! No...it was an insult! With a determined huff, she jumped up and flew out of his pocket, ready to give him a piece of her mind.<br><br>Except...he wasn't there. She fluttered around the room in confusion and realized that she was in his home...or what would seem a house, she wasn't sure if it was his. Setting herself down on the floor, she grew to normal size and began to walk around, inspecting the place. Where had he taken her...? It looked deserted...lonely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 00:24:02</strong>
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				Once he'd stripped from his wet clothes he tossed them in the hamper, but instead of getting dressed he turned on the shower.&nbsp; He needed some time to think, to come to terms with what he'd agreed to do, and he was fairly certain that she wouldn't join him in the shower.&nbsp; The thought of her outrage if she did almost made him smile, but it died before it could cause more than a twitch of his lips.<br><br>He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, but only a moment.&nbsp; It was odd, what he saw there.&nbsp; He was still a man in most ways and he could see a shadow of that man in the mirror, but it was obscured by a halo of shadows, as if something tried to hide who he'd been even from his own eyes.&nbsp; Most people didn't see it.&nbsp; Hell, he was pretty sure that the Fairy didn't even see it, but he did.&nbsp; Every time he looked in the mirror he was faced with a reminder of what he'd become.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned his back on the mirror and disappeared into the shower, the scalding hot water didn't even make him wince as he began to clean himself, a bar of irish springs in one hand and a rag in the other.&nbsp; Morrigan's words played over and over again in his mind, the promise of a boon one he couldn't pass up, but he had the sinking feeling he was going to regret his decision before it was all said and done.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 02:17:58</strong>
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				When five minutes past and he hadn't come back, Ivorie changed into her human-form and sat down on his couch, her eyes still looking around the place. So...it was a home. His home? Standing up, she cocked her head when she heard the shower turn on and relaxed, realizing it would take him a while to come out. She could explore without fear. She moved throughout the place, suddenly curious.<br><br>Making her way into his kitchen, she opened the fridge and scowled when she saw it was barely filled. She looked around inside until she reached for a bottle of water and popped it open, taking a sip. Closing the fridge, she opened the pantry doors and cabinets until she found a bag of chips and grinned. Opening the bag, she popped a chip in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.<br><br>She walked out of the kitchen with the bag of chip, continuing to eat as she walked around the living room until she slowly began to make her way down the hallway to his room. She paused, hesitated before she shrugged. He wouldn't know if she left the bedroom before he got out of the shower. With a quiet giggle, Ivorie made her way into his room, pushing the door open and frowning at how barren it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 04:04:49</strong>
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				The bedroom was mostly barren, a bed, a night stand with a lamp and a ceiling fan.&nbsp; There were no pictures on the walls, though there were small holes where nails had likely once been.&nbsp; In fact the only personal effect he kept in the room was a simple, gold colored frame that lay face down on the nightstand.&nbsp; He couldn't bring himself to look at it often, just as he couldn't bring himself to get a new frame that didn't have a crack running down the center.&nbsp; It was a reminder of everything he didn't have, everything he'd never have.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew the moment he stepped out of the shower that someone was in his bedroom, but he'd expected nothing less.&nbsp; Fairy's were curious creatures, especially when they were young, and he thought she had to be very young given her attitude.&nbsp; The small creatures were usually self centered, but she took it to a whole new level.&nbsp; <br><br>He took the time to dry off and wrap the towel around his waist before he left the bathroom an padded down the hall to the bedroom, where he leaned against the door frame and watched her.&nbsp; "Do you make a habit out of snooping on strange men's bedrooms?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 01:18:48</strong>
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				She heard the shower stop as she continued to look at his bedroom with a slightly disgusted look. She had seen other bedrooms of humans and they were so colorful, so...vibrant. This one was so...dead. So boring. She moved casually, unhurried even as she heard him coming down the hallway to the bedroom.<br><br>Ivorie ignored his question and instead asked over her shoulder, "You don't have any pictures. You don't even have a colored comforter. This is boring. Why don't you add some color...some...fun?" She spied the gold colored frame and made her way towards it, her voice simply confused, slightly disappointed that he wasn't as interesting as she had hoped for him to be. Well, not necessarily him...but his apartment. She often heard how other fairies found such treasures in peoples homes.<br><br>With a slight skip, she reached for the gold frame and questioned, "Why is this turned down?" Curiosity. It was the constant annoyance of anyone who came in contact with fairies. They were curious by nature and it often led to their undoing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 17:26:54</strong>
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				He almost laughed at the look of disgust on her face as she looked around his bedroom.&nbsp; His room was extremely barren, but it hadn't always been that way.&nbsp; There had been a time when he had a life, before he'd been made a Reaper, but what was the point of color when he rarely saw it anyway?&nbsp; <br><br>"You need to brush up on your knowledge of Reapers," he told her, no heat in his voice.&nbsp; Yes she was snooping, but he'd expected as much.&nbsp; There was no use being angry about something that he'd known would happen.&nbsp; If he'd wanted to avoid it he should have dumped her out on the street once they were out of the bar. <br><br>"One, I don't spend much time here, but more importantly I don't see color like I did when I was mortal," he explained.&nbsp; "I can see aura's, which can be quite colorful and beautiful, but the rest of the world has... drained of color over the years.&nbsp; It's as if having seen a different spectrum the rest fades in comparison," he said with a shrug, though he wondered if she would even care.&nbsp; <br><br>He stiffened when she reached for the frame, but he didn't rush to take it from her. As she turned it over he crossed the room slowly, as if he were reluctant to be near the picture.&nbsp; To his sight it was a black and white photograph of a woman and a young girl, but what she would see was a beautiful blonde woman with startlingly blue eyes, the child a match for her in nearly every way including the dimples on her cheeks.&nbsp; When he finally reached her he reached out and gently took the picture from her.&nbsp; He didn't notice the way his hand trembled slightly as he put it back on the night stand face down.&nbsp; <br><br>"Because I don't always want to be reminded of what I've lost..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 03:40:46</strong>
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				There was a feeling she felt and Ivorie couldn't quite put her finger on it. She felt a tightening in her chest and for a moment, her vision went blurry before she blinked quickly and it disappeared. What the hell had happened to her sight?<br><br>She didn't touch the picture frame again, feeling uncomfortable suddenly being in his bedroom. It shouldn't have mattered and yet it did. She huffed, not liking the feelings coursing through her. She liked happy feelings, exciting feelings not feelings of...damn it!&nbsp; She couldn't put a name to the feelings! She had never bothered to learn the human emotions that were negative.<br><br>"I don't like how this room makes me feel," She stated suddenly and turned to leave the room. "I like it when I'm happy and right now I'm not happy." She was nervous and in so was also rambling, "You know, I didn't know Reapers were color-blind. I really didn't. Learn something new." She moved away from him, leaving the room and making her way down the hallway before she stopped.<br><br>"Wait!" She turned and looked at him, suddenly filled with curiosity, "If you can see Auras, can you see mine? What's my Aura?!"<br><br>Perhaps it would give her an insight of what her soul was leaning towards, demon or angel. She hoped it was dark! She hoped it was twisted!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 22:20:30</strong>
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				He frowned slightly as he watched her, suddenly aware that she had become uncomfortable and confused.&nbsp; He wondered if she'd ever experienced anything in her protected little life that was negative.&nbsp; Had she lost someone close to her?&nbsp; Had she been hurt by the carelessness of another?&nbsp; He doubted it.&nbsp; She seemed far more the spoiled, protected little girl than anything else, one who had a very distorted view of the way the world worked. <br><br>He watched her leave the room and stood there a moment longer while she talked from the hallway. He stared at the picture from until he couldn't stand to look at it any longer, only then did he turn to follow her out of the room, her words once more coming into focus when she turned to him in renewed excitement.&nbsp; He blinked at her in surprise, his brow pulled down into another frown.&nbsp; "I can see it... but you might not like what it says about you..." he warned her, though he was sure the warning was going to go right over her head.&nbsp; <br><br>His vision shifted and her aura shimmered around her.&nbsp; It had taken him years to figure out how to shift back and forth at will, but now it was second nature.&nbsp; It was far more complex than he would have thought, though he had no intention of telling her that.&nbsp; It was an odd mix of three colors.&nbsp; Dark Brown, Red and Purple.&nbsp; The Purple was to be expected, as all creatures who were not mortal had purple in their aura, but the strength of it surprised him.&nbsp; She was more powerful than she realized.<br><br>"I fear that your aura doesn't carry any black, but it also doesn't carry any white or silver.&nbsp; You're undecided, your path unsure.&nbsp; It's wrapped in red, which is desire.&nbsp; You want something so badly that it eclipses everything else that could be.&nbsp; Selfish, and you have a temper, not that I couldn't have gathered as much from our short acquaintance.&nbsp; You try to be deceptive, but you get ahead of yourself and give yourself away, too impatient for it to work..." he trailed off and shrugged slightly.&nbsp; "You're passionate, which isn't a bad thing, but the focus of your passion will determine if you ever find any true happiness."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 05:23:07</strong>
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				As she heard his words, she cocked her head to the side as if thinking about his words. In truth, she was trying to picture what he was seeing, and she was pretty disappointed that he couldn't tell her one way or the other whether she was meant to be a demon or an angel. She had hoped that her aura would have told her something, because even though she truly wanted to be a demon...sometimes she did want to be good.<br><br>Selfish. Temper. She scowled as she listened to his words, not wanting to admit that...they kinda hurt coming from him. But she would never tell him that, so instead she glared at him as she snapped, "So?! That's all good for me. I need to be deceptive and...and passionate...and selfish! No one is going to get in the way of me getting my wings. No one!" But there was a level of uncertainty in her voice that she hated heard, hated admitting.<br><br>Feeling suddenly claustrophobic and self-conscious, she wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her hands up and down her arm, asking with a bit of a whine in her voice, "When are we leaving? I don't want to be here anymore, we need to go out and look for whatever the twins need us to find." The sooner they found it, the faster she could get away from him. He made her uncomfortable. And she felt...the walls closing in the longer they stayed in the tight confines.<br><br>Moving from one corner of the room to the next, Ivorie looked at the Reaper and gave him a pout, "I'm bored. Lets go do something." But her eyes moved away from him after a few seconds, clearly uncomfortable around him. Perhaps it was who he was or what he had said about it, she wasn't sure...but she didn't like him. Not at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 21:18:25</strong>
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				She might not realize it, but her reaction only served to prove that his read of her was right.&nbsp; Her anger meant that he'd hurt her somehow, and it didn't matter if it was intentional or not.&nbsp; He regretted that, but he didn't do anything to soothe her.&nbsp; She had to find honesty at least within herself before either of the Twin's would take her on.&nbsp; It was something they both prized in a way.&nbsp; She had to know herself before even Satan would take her as a servant.&nbsp; <br><br>"We will leave in a few hours," he told her as he passed her and sank into an arm chair in the living room.&nbsp; It had seen better days, the upholstery worn out on one arm and thin on the other, but it conformed perfectly to his body.&nbsp; <br><br>"We can't just walk into either realm.&nbsp; We have to wait for the right time, given that we aren't meant to be there.&nbsp; We will go to the Dark realm first, given that the hour the gate opens is soon.&nbsp; Heaven will have to wait," he added with a slight shrug.&nbsp; Most people had a preference between the two, but he saw them as mirrors.&nbsp; They reflected the best and worst of each other and the souls that found their way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Stop pacing, get some sleep if you want.&nbsp; I'll wake you up when it's time to go."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 21:24:06</strong>
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				Eyes narrowed as he stated they would have to wait. It didn't matter that he was right and that they would go to her favorite place in the whole wide world...she had to wait. Patience had never ever ever been her strong suit and right now, the Reaper was being downright boring. It wasn't just that and she knew it...he made her nervous. There was something about him that made her wonder if hanging out with him was a good idea.<br><br>He was a Reaper...and they were dangerous creatures. She had been warned of the powers they wielded.<br><br>"Fine," She glared at him before she made herself small once more and flew down the hallway to his room. She dove under the pillow and tucked herself within the darkness, allowing herself to close herself and rest. She could fall asleep in the human form but she gained the most rest in her small fairy form...which was why she was hiding, because she did not trust him to not hurt her while she slumbered.<br><br>She would wake in a few hours and get to see the Devil, her favorite sister of them all. Hopefully, she would be able to help her in how to manage the stupid Reaper she had been saddled with to help her gain her wings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 06:30:52</strong>
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				He waited for a few minutes before he followed her down the hall.&nbsp; He might not have found her if he hadn't been able to see her aura, which led him to the bed.&nbsp; He lifted the corner of a pillow to find her curled up beneath.&nbsp; She looked rather sweet, curled up and asleep.&nbsp; Much like a kitten. That was the problem with the winged folk. They looked sweet, beautiful even, but beneath it was a selfish streak that was hard to break.&nbsp; Few enough did it, and he doubted she would be one of them.&nbsp; <br><br>The next few hours passed slowly.&nbsp; Time seemed to crawl as he was forced to second guess his decision.&nbsp; Was it worth it, the risks he was taking?&nbsp; Did he truly have any chance of finding peace?&nbsp; Did he deserve it?&nbsp; That was the thought that weighed on him the most.&nbsp; He knew he didn't deserve peace, and yet it was being offered to him.&nbsp; Was it simple selfishness that set him on the path?<br><br>Hours later he carefully removed the pillow and picked her up, her fragile form cradled in one hand before he tucked her gently in the pocket of his trench coat, where she'd have plenty of room.&nbsp; They had&nbsp; a date with the Devil and neither of them could afford to be late.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Liaison {Kyrsa &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 22:17:05</strong>
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				The downside of sleeping in her fairy form was that it was difficult to awaken once in slumber. The rest of the fairy was so deep that an earthquake could happen and they would merely shift in their sleep and continue their rest. Their need for rest came from the amount of energy it took, not only to use their magic but to shift to their human forms. Eventually fairy magic and energy tapped out, and it was replenished by sleep. They were their most powerful when they slept, which was why it was so dire for them to be hidden, for anyone could take them and use them to their advantage.<br><br>Sensations of being shifted and moved slowly rocked her awake and when her eyes fluttered opened, she gasped loudly -- a small chirp to the ears of a human -- and shifted around in the darkness, wondering why she was no longer in the bedroom of the Reaper. The Reaper! He had done this! She shoved against the walls before coming to realize that she was in his coat pocket...she was safe.<br><br>She hated the sudden fear that had clogged her, that had made her feel so small. So in a burst of retaliation, she kicked his chest hard before she crawled up to peek over the lapel of the pocket, wondering where they were.
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