Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)
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				Title: <strong>Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 01:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jackson</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Guys/ClementBecq.jpg)</div></div><br>The morning sun brought Jackson out of his deep sleep as he drowsed on the couch, having fallen asleep reading on the couch.&nbsp; He sat up on the grey couch and set the plate down the large coffee table, looking around the room.&nbsp; The furniture looked barely used like it had been bought off a salesroom floor, which it had.&nbsp; The black sofa was L shaped with the one end having a long lounger that he never used.&nbsp; Opposite the couch was a large entertainment center with a flat-screen TV on the wall and a stereo in the cabinet, all of which he barely used.&nbsp; Grabbing a remote, he turned on the stereo so some quiet, classical music came out, filling the room with soothing orchestra sounds.&nbsp; He knew he should work but with the visit to the vet this morning, he didn’t feel like trying to do any research on his computer.<br><br>Walking to the kitchen, the black stone that made up the floor was cool on his bare feet as he padded out into the kitchen.&nbsp; Most of the kitchen ware was black or gunmetal giving the interior of the house a darker look.&nbsp; The living room was one big open space taking up both stories of the two story building but the place narrowed as it moved to the back.&nbsp; Above the kitchen was the bath and bedrooms.&nbsp; A small dining area edged out into the larger space with a fireplace nearby along with a wide piece that was part bed part sofa.&nbsp; All in all, it was a very fancy prison.<br><br>And that was what he was in, prison.&nbsp; Well, close to it at least.&nbsp; He’d been exiled by the council of mages for violating the laws of the conclave and trying to alter that which was forbidden.&nbsp; It was strange to think that he’d never even heard of them before his punishment and now they controlled his life.&nbsp; The idea had started simple enough with him picking up occult books and testing out various paths, when one day he found one that worked, at least to some extent. So, he’d bent in what he knew about other fields and added a dash of creativity to make his own system.&nbsp; The aims of his research has been to change one thing.<br><br>As he let the water heat up in the kettle, he headed upstairs and slipped into the shower thinking about everything.&nbsp; The warm water splashed over his tired body and made him feel good until he caught sight of himself in the mirror through the glass walls of the stall.&nbsp; His youthful face was marred by burns that covered parts of his face, around the left cheek and forehead.&nbsp; It had been that fact that had driven him to his research, to do what the doctors couldn’t and take the scars away.&nbsp; But the more he thought about the power he had, he began to change the idea to stop it all from happening, to stop the days that destroyed his life and left him tainted for life.&nbsp; He would stop the fire that took his parents life and his face.<br><br>He dried off and pulled on a pair of loose black pants before slipping on a simple black t-shirt.&nbsp; From the bureau he pulled of the black carbon fiber mask that he’d made to cover his scars, knowing the owner of his prison, perhaps better to call him warden if he’d not been so kind, was coming over.&nbsp; He’d decided on wearing masks since he’d been in college figuring he’d at least give people a reason to stare, using various material and styles.&nbsp; The mask fit nicely covering the burns and a third of his face, the delicate lines of the mask in contrast to the harder, masculine line of his jaw.&nbsp; <br><br>Padding down the steps, he poured himself a cup of tea and then filled another one as he heard the truck coming up the drive.&nbsp; The big man was soon coming in the door as Jackson pulled out the metal steeper to toss the clump of loose tea leaves into the garbage.&nbsp; He finished off the tea with a squirt of agave in both cups as the man lumbered too him.&nbsp; “I love a man who knows how to make a good tea in this gods forsaken country,” the older man bellowed, his British accent as heavy as his bellow.&nbsp; “Do you have any milk?”<br><br>Jackson looked at him as if he’d just asked for ketchup in his tea.&nbsp; “You never take milk Cedric.”&nbsp; Milk was reserved for tea that was in a bag.<br><br>“It’s not for me,” the man said curious.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swirl</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 00:08:55</strong>
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				How early had they gotten her awake? She protested that entire morning as the workers got her ready to head out. <strong> "Oh just be lucky someone is taking you!" </strong> came the harsh reply of the old woman who was scrubbing the half drowned girl. <br><br>It was two hours later when she was loaded into the very loud man's car and taken from the warehouse. He seemed to be cheery enough but she wished he would be quiet, her ears were starting to ring. Two small hands gripped the seat belt tightly as they bounced along down the road and to their destination. Where they were going she had no idea, she didn't know if her new home was by the sea or in the forest, or in the city. It didn't matter the surroundings at least, so long as it was quiet and didn't smell. For smell and hearing were her two most precious items she had after she lost one of her other senses. <br><br>She heard the brakes before she felt them slow the truck down so she knew they were stopped, and for a long moment she didn't want to get out of the truck. Eventually that man made the decision for her and came to help her with her door and seat belt. Swinging her legs out, she gripped onto the door and carefully dropped down to the dirt below. <br><br>The girl was a tiny little thing, standing just under five feet, and weighing in at less than a hundred pounds. Her thick brunette hair was cut short around her jaw line and had a lovely natural curl to it. Two chocolate brown ears with white fur sat on her head not perfectly matched nor perfectly spaced. They had long strands of fur sticking out of them and looked incredibly soft to touch. Her face was slender with round cheeks and a pouting lower lip. Her features leaned on the more cute and compact then with the beautiful as it was with some pets. Her only other attribute was the long very fluffy tail that was attached at the base of her spine and tail bone. It curled up at the end to keep itself out of the dirt but it seemed it would keep her small body nice and warm, and probably also his couch full of hair. <br><br>Her ears stood up as she listened to the door open and the man's booming voice float out about tea, and she took this time to listen. It was quiet, she could hear the wind in the trees, and a river somewhere far off. She could hear birds, and squirrels and insects. She could hear the grass and the worms, but she could hear no planes, or talking, or people or vehicles. She couldn't smell smog, and exhaust but clean water, and dirt, and fresh air. Where had this noisy man brought her? <br><br>For a moment she stood there and listened to the man and then followed the sound to where he was going. Pausing for a moment, she reached up and found the side of the house, then followed it along with the voice until she found the stairs. There was usually three and here it seemed there was no exception. Her smooth small hands found the door ledge next and so she knew she was inside. Stepping inside carefully, she soon kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. She couldn't see as well with them on. <br>Licking the inside of her cheek she padded into the home and followed after the two voices. The second unfamiliar one must be her new owner. Standing a few feet away, she rested her hands against her thighs and waited, did he even know what was wrong with her? <br><br>Even if her eyes were open she saw nothing but shadows and darkness. Her eyes were grey and lined with thick eye lashes. It was the reason she had been left in the warehouse for so long, people didn't want a blind pet. They wanted a perfect one, one that could see and run and laugh and watch tv and read. They didn't want imperfection. It was the reason her last owner gave her back to the shelter. She didn't blame them for what happened, it just made life more difficult. <br><br>The pet stood a few feet away, listening to the kettle, and the hot water hit the tea cups. One of them had a crack in it, she could hear the glass stressing but she didn't say anything. She could hear their breathing, and the fridge humming, yet these noises she could deal with. It was the city where it was too much, to much of everything bombarding her all the time, in a certain way she hoped this was going to be her new home. It was easy on the senses. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 20:45:48</strong>
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				Jackson glared at the man who’d helped put him where he was, confused by his words.&nbsp; Of all the mages he’d dealt with, Cedric had been kind and understanding once they’d talked about the man’s motives for messing with magic what was forbidden by the council.&nbsp; Still, the man reminded him too much of sorcerers out of books he’d read when he was a kid, enigmatic and strange, twisting their words in such strange ways.&nbsp; Still, he was the only one who came out to him regularly, really the only person he saw on a consistent basis.&nbsp; Though he’d always come alone before.<br><br>The older man patted Jackson’s shoulder, moving past him to make his tea as he looked out towards the Jeep, watching the figure come closer.&nbsp; He glanced back the mage before walking over to his tea and took a sip, looking at the woman as she padded into the house.&nbsp; At first, she didn’t look any different then a petite woman wearing one of those knitted hats but as she came closer, his eyes widened as he saw the ears and tail, looking back sharply at the mage.&nbsp; The stuff he’d read had hinted as such creatures but he’d never seen one before and everything he’d read indicated they were used as pets by those in the guild of magi.<br><br>“What is this,” he asked, glancing at the mage.<br><br>“I know it is the ruling that you be exiled out here by the council, that means keeping all but a council member from you. Still, it approaches mental torture to enforce such isolation with no contact.”&nbsp; He sipped his tea and carefully set it down, the sharp tang of green tea and citrus sharp on the nose.&nbsp; “However, I’ve found one loophole.&nbsp; Our friend here is considered a pet by the laws of the guild and as such, not bound by the order.&nbsp; You simple need to take her as your pet and they can say nothing.”&nbsp; As he spoke, the old man moved closer and reached into the large, brown leather back he wore across his body, resting on his hip.&nbsp; Opening the flap, he pulled out a pink leather strip with some metal chain attached, holding it out to the young man.<br><br>Jackson took the stuff from the mage’s hand and unrolled it, a metal ball jingling as he did, his eyes widening as he took it in.&nbsp; It was a collar like one would put on a cat but made rather large.&nbsp; The incredulous look he gave Cedric was only matched by the strange one he gave the young woman, wondering why she just stood there so strangely.&nbsp; Her eyes never seemed to seek either of them out and it was slightly disturbing.<br><br>“You need to put it on her to claim ownership,” he said, nodding towards the neko.&nbsp; “And you’ll have to be careful with this one.&nbsp; She is blind.&nbsp; But from what I’ve seen it doesn’t slow her down any.”&nbsp; He smiled at the young man as if he had told him to get the mail and not to put a collar on another living being.&nbsp; “I know it seems strange,” the man added as if reading Jackson’s mind, “But if you don’t you will be left alone and there’s no knowing what they might do with her.&nbsp; A defect like she has, being returned does not bode well.”<br><br>Looking down at the collar, he approached the young neko and stopped before her, leaning in as he brought the collar up.&nbsp; “I’m sorry,” he said, quietly.&nbsp; His hands brushed over her shoulders and his fingers stroked along his neck before the leather touched it.&nbsp; Strong arms encircled her as he reached behind to strop the collar in place, forcing him to press along her front slightly.&nbsp; With the collar in place, he took a step back.&nbsp; “I’m Jackson,” he said, reaching down to take the woman’s hand.&nbsp; He gave it a small shake as he ran his thumb over the back of it.&nbsp; “I guess you’ll be staying with me for a while.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swirl</strong> on <strong>29-02-2016, 11:17:07</strong>
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				The information that the loud bellowy man was spewing was all correct. Her kind was just considered pets, they even had to be registered in the court documents of ownership. Some that came right from pet stores came with certificates, but since she was from the warehouse it would be up to her owner to do that. <br><br>Even as she stood there, her ears twitched and laid back as she listened to the room around them, her ears catching the light sound of classical music, which she found herself enjoying immensely. That was something she could easily nap too. It wasn't until she heard the ring of the collar that she seemed to bring her attention back to the two talking men. <br><br>Her ears flicked up and pointed towards them as she listened to his feet walk across the hardwood. She didn't have to see to know that he was standing in front of her, she could smell him. She could hear his heart beat and his lungs inhaling and exhaling air. She could feel that he was only a few feet away just from senses that couldn't be explained. Even though she was blind, she did lift her face up a tad towards his, and laid her ears back when she felt his arms go around her. At first she didn't feel anything, and then her skin shuddered with the feel of the soft leather being wrapped around her slender neck. She listened to the clasp as he fiddled with it, and then felt it constrict around her neck when he found the correct hole. The pinkness of the leather matched well with her peach colored skin, but each time she moved she could hear the small tinkling of the bell. How was she going to sneak up on anything now? Maybe she could remove it later. <br><br>With touch as the closets thing she had to look at another person, she let him take her small hand in his. His felt big, and slightly rough, lots of lines. She wasn't trailing her fingers along his but she let him grasp her hand in a shake. The kitty felt his thumb move across her sensitive hand, felt the warmth and then the coolness it left behind but she didn't utter a complaint about the new home, the collar or the fact he was touching her. The only thing she actually said out loud was <strong>"Do you have any cake?"</strong> acting as if this whole situation and her new home and owner were the most natural thing in the world. In fact, to her it was. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 02:41:09</strong>
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				Jackson looked puzzled as the creature asked for cake, or was it more proper to refer to her as a woman, it was a bit of a quandary for his brain.&nbsp; He looked over at Cedric who simply shrugged at him.&nbsp; “Um,” he started, a puzzled look on his face.&nbsp; The way she still seemed to be looking at him despite the mage saying she was blind was a little disturbing.&nbsp; He waved a hand in front of her just because he’d seen that done in movies, but her pupils didn’t follow.&nbsp; “You happen to be in luck. I made a chocolate cake last week.”&nbsp; He blinked at the memory remembering it had been for his birthday, a celebration of one.&nbsp; He’d pretended it was from a recipe handed down through his family from his mother, and not from the internet, but she’d not lived long enough to pass anything down.<br><br>Walking to the refrigerator, he pulled out the plastic container that held the cake, a slicer already inside, setting it on the center island.&nbsp; Plates clinked together as he pulled out one and set it down, another clink as he placed a fork on it.&nbsp; While he worked, his eyes kept moving back to the strange person who was in the house, still wrapping his mind around it all.&nbsp; The metal cake knife scraped against the plastic as he cut off a piece and placed it on the plat with a rattle of metal.&nbsp; He left the plate at the edge of the island where four stools sat.<br><br>His bare feet padded on the tile as he walked back over to her, reaching out and taking her hand.&nbsp; The grip was strong but not painful as he gave it a little squeeze.&nbsp; Slowly, he drew her into the kitchen fully and over to one of the stools, placing the hand she was holding onto it.&nbsp; “Sit here,” he said, moving to be by her side.&nbsp; His arm was around her back to support her as he helped to guide her onto the seat.&nbsp; AS he did, he pulled the plate a little close to her and guided her hands to it.&nbsp; “Here you go.”<br><br>“I should go and let you to get aquanted,” Cedric suddenly said, placing his tea down.<br><br>“What do you mean,” the young man exclaimed, looking over at the mage.&nbsp; The part not covered by the mask looked at the old man with incredulity.&nbsp; “I don’t know anything about this… woman.&nbsp; And you are just going to leave me here.”<br><br>“It’s not that complicated,” he called over his shoulder.&nbsp; “Because, she’s survived this long, she can fill you in.&nbsp; Trust in your instincts boy.”<br><br>“My instincts got me into this mess.”<br><br>“No, pride and arrogance got you into this.”&nbsp; The door slammed shut behind the mage closing off any further argument, the Jeeps engine flaring to life as the mage used his remote starter.&nbsp; He watched amazed as the man simply turned around and drove back the drive, abandoning the woman with him.<br><br>Slowly, he walked back over to the woman and placed his hand on her shoulder to let her know he was there, assuming it was a responsible thing to do with a blind person.&nbsp; Wood slid against tile as he pulled out another stool and sat down next to her.&nbsp; “I suppose introductions are in order.&nbsp; I’m Jackson.&nbsp; I guess you’ll be staying with me for a while.&nbsp; What is your name?”&nbsp; He pursed his lips as he leaned to the side to look at her better, his eyes roving over her.&nbsp; “And, I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you?&nbsp; I’ve never really seen your type before.&nbsp; I’m kind of new, and intrusive, to the magical community.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swirl</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 11:29:33</strong>
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				The young woman's tail twitched as he responded to the fact that yes he did have cake, and chocolate too! She was in luck. Soft music, quiet surroundings and chocolate cake? Had they put her down and she went to heaven? <br><br>"I know you are doing that." She spoke suddenly as his hand moved back and forth in front of her face. Amusement filled her voice and her tail flicked back and forth in a joyous faction. People were so amusing, but he seemed especially so. She was intrigued by him and his home, even if she didn't express it. <br><br>When he took her hand, she padded after him quietly, only pausing a few times to feel out where she was. The cat girl didn't seem to trust him not to let her fall on her face. Feeling the counter top, her other hand came down to touch the stool, together with his help she pulled her small bottom onto the stool and wiggled into place. <br><br>Her ears perked up as she felt the plate and fork, and then they warped towards the man and she listened to their conversation. It wasn't like she was going to have to be babied, she wasn't a kitten..well maybe she was, but not a newborn kitten after all. <br>"Well he's a boisterous man." she commented, her face and nose and hands already covered in the chocolate cake as she ate. Her face full of glee as she licked her fingers. She had forgone the fork and just dug in with her claws, after all she could tell where her hand was, but not a fork. It didn't; however, stop the mess it created.<br><br>&nbsp;She listened as he walked back over, listened as he established what his name was and in return he received a shrug of her shoulders. "K19 is what they called me in the warehouse." she remarked and turned her head towards him. "In Japan we are called Kemonomimi, meaning animal ears, but in most shows and regular media we are called nekos" she exclaimed "or simply put, cats." she flicked her tongue out and licked a bit of chocolate from the nail. "Although there are lots of different kinds of us, dogs, bunnies, foxes. You just happened to get stuck with a cat!" She grinned over at him as she licked another finger "Don't you feel fortunate?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 17:50:49</strong>
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				Jackson eyes widened as he came back around to the center island in the kitchen, seeing the mess the woman had made.&nbsp; Before he’d started his research into magic, he’d been ignorant of that world so it was hard to think of her as anything but a young woman, despite the ears and tail.&nbsp; So, the sight of her covered in chocolate cake, a practical mess, was a bit of a shock to the young man as he looked around wondering if this was all some elaborate prank.&nbsp; The only think keeping him from truly believe it was the mages did not strike him as having a sense of humor beyond Cedric at least.<br><br>Looking around, he grabbed a roll of paper towels as the girl started to talk about herself, coming to sit next to her.&nbsp; What she was talking about was completely strange to his ears, that there were other variations like herself out there in the world, different kinds all created to be pets.&nbsp; An eyebrow raised at her almost self-deprecating joke at the end, something he knew all too well.&nbsp; It was hard to feel good about himself most days so it was often easier to make jokes about one self.&nbsp; His eyes moved over her face as he sat there trying to take in her fully while keeping his hands to himself, the idea of touching her seemed almost weird.<br><br>“Well,” he said, pulling off some paper towels off the roll.&nbsp; “I can’t very well call you K19.&nbsp; Sounds like something out of a bad Sci Fi movie.”&nbsp; He looked over the creature next to him with a new curiosity as he let his brain work on the problem at hand.&nbsp; Naming pets has always been rather hit or miss with him as he’d created some wonderful names and also some silly names.&nbsp; “I’ll need to mull that one over.” <br><br>“Are all cat’s so messy,” he asked.&nbsp; As he did, he reached in with the balled up towels to wipe the chocolate from her nose and chin, feeling a strange warmth being so close to her.&nbsp; It had been a while since he’d shared space with anyone.&nbsp; Between his marred face and his current exile, he couldn’t point to anyone since being in a hospital when he’d had anyone as close as he was to her, and most of that was far from voluntary on either person’s part.&nbsp; “Is there anything else I need to know about you other than you seem to like cake?”<br><br>As he spoke, the cellphone in his pocket beeped and he hauled it out to look at the text blinking across the screen.&nbsp; He’d never owned one as he had no need to be in touch with anyone but the mages had insisted he take one in his exile.&nbsp; If anything changed on his case it was how they would reach out to him.&nbsp; It was a text from Cedric.&nbsp; ‘Don’t forget nekos need a firm hand sometimes.&nbsp; Take care of her and guide her.’<br><br>“What the hell does that mean,” he muttered, shaking his head.&nbsp; Looking up, his eyes trailed over the mess the cat had made and considered the words, cats could be stubborn creatures who pushed whatever boundaries they could from what he remembered.&nbsp; Perhaps he needed to set guidelines and make sure they were followed.&nbsp; “Well,” he started, cleaning up what he could on her face.&nbsp; “In the future you should use a fork.&nbsp; Or if you need, ask for my help so you don’t make a mess.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Solitary Confinement (Swirl and Kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swirl</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 00:20:35</strong>
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				Even if the kitten wasn't looking at him, it seemed at least one of her ears was constantly trained on his foot steps, as if she wanted to know exactly where her new friend was at all times. She didn't like the thought of losing someone in an unfamiliar place until she had some time to explore. <br><br>The one ear tilted back slightly as she heard him remove something from the counter, and then listened as he walked over while speaking.&nbsp; <strong> "I think the owner of the warehouse was a bad sci fi fan. </strong> she replied as she licked her nails from the chocolate. Her bum and tail wiggling in delight at having such a delicious treat. She was sure she could eat this every day. Leaning down, she took a big breath in of the scent of cake, and then sat back, wiggling in her chair as she knew she was going to get more of this and hadn't eaten it all quite yet.<br><br>When the paper towels touched her face, she jerked and let out an actual meow of protest. She didn't remove herself from his grip, but she moved her face away as a child does when a parent is trying to clean their face off. She turned her head opposite of him, and then ducked her head down against her chest, some remaining chocolate that was on her chin smearing onto her white shirt as she squirmed. <br><strong> "Nuh we are not messy! </strong> she exclaimed as she turned her face again when the paper towels descended to clean up the mess. <strong> "I can't eat with a fork, it's too hard! I always poke myself!" </strong> she told him and then spluttered when the paper towels came back. Grabbing her plate of cake, she twisted in her chair and made every attempt to make a swift exit off the stool, which was thwarted by the fact she couldn't' tell how high she was, so she had to pause and slowly move her foot down to find the floor. Which in that time would allow him to do whatever he needed in regards to the cake thief trying to make her get away. 
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