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"Find food, Aimee..."

Yeah... okay... not like they expect me to come back empty handed. Again. God, I'm so freakin' useless!

What do they expect? I'm not Jace. So not up to his 'standards.' The hell is this? Bootcamp? Like, okay... I get it. We need to survive here. This place is soooo messed up! It's crazy! I'm just not suited for this! But those two... it's like the guy and his sister were made for this place. They're so tough. They can cope; 'Jacie.' that's what I call them when they're together... in my head. I wouldn't say it out loud. No, that's Lacie's place. Mean chick says whatever mean chick wants . So I screw up! I'm scared, okay? I haven't gotten anyone killed yet, right...? Wait. That's why we split up, isn't it...?

They want those things... those antler-heads to eat me... or those other things to get me. I know it. Better off if they did anyways...

STOP!!! Man! It's like I'm regressing! I'm so much better than this sniveling. Serioiusly. But what-evs. Screw it. I'm not ending up like Z. Hell no. I'm just gonna' pretend like I'm looking for stuff. The hell can I do anyway? My zippo is the best thing I own. Well, at least I can help make fire. And a paintbrush! Seriously! How the hell did I end up with a paintbrush?! And no paint! Useless. Figures. "Oh dun worries, err'body! I'll saves ya! I'll just paint a picture of a gun to harmadize those bad guys! Hey! ...sees the pretty-pretty font? It says: BANG!" Okay! STOP, dumbass! Just do something worthwhile then... like what...?

Uhmm...

FIREWOOD! Hey at least that's something! Self high five! Wait! Where's Dwyer? I can't lose sight of him out here. He's the only one I know will make sure I'm still alive... right? Right. There he is! URSHUMS!!! At least I can run. Faster, chick!

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Of course, he's trying to introduce himself to this other guy. Dwy's a sweetheart... crazy... but sweet enough to be a friend. My friend.

I can't help but smile. Shyly like a dumbass carrying a pile of wood in their arms, but a smile nonetheless. Then out of nowhere, this chick lands in the water and the wood falls from my arms. Not out of surprise, mind you, but out of relief. And joy. And love. I scream her name, but I can't because I'm choking back tears. My girlie is here. She came back, I just know it.

My heart is thudding so hard against my chest! I so want to rush on down the riverbank, splashing away, holding out my arms to her. Oh, god, I just want to hold her one more time. Just once more, please, god... but then I stop short of enacting my desires. My eyes drop to the ground and so does my heart. It's not her. Of course not.

Dwy gets their names. Alec and Ashe. More peeps with names that start with 'A.' Win!

When I look up again, they're passing me by. "Hey... I'm Ai--"

Yeah. Oooookaay... Like I'm not even there. Why even bother, right? Make like a leaf, Double-A's, really, just shrivel up and blow away. Or better yet blow your brains out... Their stupid taunting voices... I hear them here. Louder for some reason. What-evs. So in the past... right? I just pick up and clutch my pile of wood, dry pile mind you, and follow along behind them.

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I see Jace punch Z. What. The. Actual. Eff. The hell is that supposed to prove. But it's enough to make me stop dead in my tracks and hide behind a tree that twist upward into another tree; maybe if he sees me with no food in my arms, only dead wood, he'll punch me too. Z is okay though. He can handle himself. Me? It'd be lights out.

Then Part 2 of 'Jacie' pipes up. I never know if she's being sarcastic or not. But even though she welcomes the new comers with an extended hand, it sooo does not sound welcoming. It's just a statement of her viewpoint. It depresses me. I honestly hope these others aren't such downers too. Jace can beat the living crap out of me and then some with his fists. Lacie can flatten me with her words. Against Jacie I so do not stand a chance. But why am I thinking like that? We've been together for some time now!! It's because I don't trust them. If it came down to it, I so know I'd end up as bait for the monsters so that they could get away. Eff. My. Life.

I snap out of my spiralling thoughts as soon as the big flappy bird hits the ground. Z nailed one. Hey! At least we have firewood to cook it, right? Oooh... and look, it's dryyyyy--

Somethings coming! When I hear the hasty footfalls of whatever it is crashing through the bush closer in our direction, I finally scamper away from behind the trees and closer to the group. At least I'm still a fast runner... right!

"HeyumDwy..! Igotsomefirewood..!" the words machinegun out my mouth as I slip behind him and stare at what just came through. My heart is still racing even though I feel relief. It's just some dirt-covered teen. But my relief washes away like a flashflood when I see Z's face and his eyes narrowing as he scans the woods behind the newest guy. Jace's right though. I wish he was on his game 24/7 too. He's pretty kick-ass when he's not zoning.

Me? I wish I was even a fraction kick-ass of everyone else here. But what-evs. The pile of wood is on the ground, but I kept one. One that felt right. Whatever comes at us, I've got Dwy's back...right? Well... maybe that's because I'm standing right behind him... such a useless dumbass...

But I've got this piece of wood... somehow called out to me. It's heavy, but not too heavy for me when I hold it in two hands. Like, I'm five and a half feet tall, but right now, I feel like I'm over ten feet tall with this thing. My girlie and me used to be on the women's softball team; it's where I first met her.

And so now I step into memory and think of leaning my head on my girlie's shoulder momentarily before getting on deck; it always made me feel better, more confident, more focused. They wouldn't let me handle a bow or anything shoot-y just in case I screwed up, but I think I finally found something I can use to kick-ass even if it's just a fraction of what everyone else here can do. I'm not the best catcher or thrower, but when it's time to step up to the plate, I'm pretty good, actually.

I saunter out from behind Dwy and stand right beside him, readying myself, swinging my 'bat' in loose circles in one hand, the other shaking out the inaccuracies, before settling in and holding it once more in both hands. I nod once.

Maybe it's because there are more of us now. Maybe it's because those stupid voices have shut up and all I can hear is her breathing. Maybe it's something else, but given a reason, a passion, and I will knock it out of the park. I think I'm 'In the zone' right now. My girlie understands that. And for the first time in a long time, I actually feel like painting for once.

Maybe not right now, but whatever I feel right now... Feels goooood... home run, biyatches.

"Gots your back, Dwy. I mean it." I say and my voice sounds like someone Lacie might actually like for once.

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

~BOING!!!~Posted! And swapped and plus one'd Polly's numbers in the magics. Powerhouse now! WHOOSH!^^ ~~Later, bunnies!~~<3

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

Polly~~<3!

"Really?! Jesus Christ! I thought you were seventeen, Faye!"

Her name wasn't 'Faye." But it was close enough to the name she had gotten used to over the past four years. And the woman in the driver's seat was right to be shocked; when you go clean off the junk, after a short time, your face loses the bags and dark circles and you look like you again. But 'Faye' didn't want to be herself again. That would mean she would have to be Polly again. And to be Polly would mean that she would have to lug around the baggage that came with it... and open up all those other bruising names and memories. Words may never hurt me... Bullshit. She would never open that suitcase again. 'Faye' was was close enough to Face and that's all she had now that she was on the run again; she would save face. And her own life.

"Yeah... get that a lot, sister..." she replied with the all-too-familiar sigh, grumble and a head-shake.

It made sense now why the brunette with the leather driving gloves picked her up; how could a nice and sweet bleeding heart ever refuse a doe-eyed pleading stare from a stray? But there was something else. Behind those dark glasses, too dark for a grey day, there was something else. Faye had teased away at the thought, but ever since they crossed the border and into Alberta, she had tucked it away. There were other things to consider right now. Like how lull this bitch further into liking Faye. And like how to dispose of the body and the car and get a new ride when this one was done. But that something else...

"Hey--" the brunette placed a gloved hand upon Faye's shoulder and the petite blonde jumped.

Yes, blonde. Faye wasn't so blonde over the past few years, she was all colours of the rainbow-headed; each month was a different colour. But right now, she was back to her natural hair colour; closer to the hue of Polly's hair. Just like good 'ol Polly... She hated the thought of it, but it was necessary. And so were the piercings in her face. Speaking of which...

She bit down upon the silvery ring of her left labret piercing when she jumped up and slightly out of her seat. Yes, this girl that looked like a pierced-up-Polly did jump up out of surprise, but the reaction was closer to what Faye-- "Facie"-- would do; move forward enough to pull the 9mm from out of her jeans waist band and shove it down the attackers throat. Good thing for the brunette with the expensive dark shades, designer driving gloves and fur-lined coat, that Faye saw the flash of deep cleavage.

"Whoa... slow down there, trigger..." giggled the brunette just a touch to shrilly, as she slowly pulled her hand off Faye's denim covered shoulder, "just wanted to know if you wanted a smoke... you're all tense, Faye...! I thought you were underage first, so I didn't offer before. I smoke so... if you want... It's okay. Here..."

The flash of cleavage again as the Brunette reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes, upon which was a logo that she did recognize but not the words, and Faye held her breath. One ratty, knitted glove covered hand was slowly clenching into a fist. The other tightened around the midnight grip of her pistol. You are sooooo busted, bitch...

For an eternity, the only sound in the red-leather interior of the slick sedan was the rumbling engine. Faye could swear it sounded like thunder in her ears right now; whether in a car or on a hog, she always thought engines sounded like thunder whenever she was ready to kill.

The only tell she could get from the woman who did not smile with her teeth was the the slight tremble of her lower lip. Blue eyes bordered on storming grey a moment longer, the warped reflection staring back at Faye in those dark, dark glasses. The brunette held her polite smirk regardless of the turmoil within. One corner of Faye's pink lips pulled up and returned the smirk; the thirty-something brunette knew her passenger saw through her bluff. Poker chips. All in. It was time to call.

The clenched fist inside that ratty, knitted glove opened and grabbed the fancy little box of cancer-sticks.

"Sure," said Faye in a low voice that sounded like it was spoken from a graveyard, "that's my brand..."

"Oh good!" said the brunette with a nervous laugh as she let go of the pack of smokes then flicked back her long curls over a shoulder, "you looked upset for a moment... I was worried that you hated smokers and that--"

"...well, it would be my brand..." Faye interrupted and ran her tongue along the front of her teeth, the bead of her tongue piercing clicking audibly against each tooth. 'A rattlers tail in slow motion," Brassy would say. But he wasn't here right now, was he.. It was just Faye and this woman, "...if it was from Montana. That's French on the pack, isn't it...?"

"Yeah... why...?"

"You said you go to the States often for a conference and that you sneak smokes back. This is Canadian. And unopened."

"So what..?! If they check me, it's a cover-up! Jesus Christ, Faye! What's gotten into you?!"

"You pick up a hitch-hiker and hid her in your trunk and went on across the border, like it's a walk in the park for you, that's what's wrong! That's just crazy!"

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining! I saved you from the shit you're running from, okay?! You should be thankful--"

"That's what you want? That's it, isn't it? ISN'T IT?! SAY IT!!! SAY IT, BITCH!!!" her grip on the 9mm loosened up. Just enough so that she could undo the safety.

"No! Well, yes... NO! Wait, what's wrong with you?"

"No. No, Elaine. What's wrong with you? No, wait. I'll tell you--quiet! Shut up. I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

The protests ended and the lower lip of the brunette began to quiver.

"You say you go to the States for a conference you lecture at. Libraries, right? I was in the trunk. And now I seen the back seat! Where the fuck are your bags? Where the fuck are your notes or computer or shit? You have a shit phone, but look at your car! Look at your clothes! You say you smoke a lot when you're stressed, 'cuz your job is on the line when you host... well don't you notice, sister? Not a single whiff of it. Not on you, not in this car. It's fuckin' mint. No burns from an errant cherry. No tar build up by the window. For fuck's sake, Elaine, your ashtray has change in it! You're too busy for a relationship?! Oh bullshit! Don't think I don't know the signs--"

"W-what are you talking a-about, F-F-Fa--"

"Stop your blubbering or I'll give you something to cry about, bitch!!!"

Elaine, bit her lower lip and tensed up like a statue that looked like a good little girl.

"Yeah... see what I mean? You wear dark glasses. You cover up. Because you have many bruises or nasty marks there, am I right? AM I FUCKIN' RIGHT?! No! 'Cuz those are all habits you keep from the past. But I saw your tits... well, enough of them. I saw the bruises there. Bullshit you're not in a relationship! BULLSHIT!!! Actually... no. No, you're right, Elaine, you're not in a relationship... you're in prison. He's smart enough to hurt you in places no one can see... then he buys you nice things to make you feel special again. Buys your 'love.' Re-affirms confidence. And you eat it up... you fuckin' eat it up, Elaine--"

Screeching tires. Horns blaring. Necks snapping to the side as they are brought to the shoulder.

"G-get... out... F-F--"

"What is he doing to you...? Why are you still with him...?"

"Get the fuck out before I change my mind!!!! FAYE! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE, GO!!!"

"Fuck. Me. You're trolling for him... Fuck. me... how many... how many have you picked up?! FUCK!!! Where is he?! WHERE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER?! Tell me!"

"Faye... F-Faye... I can't... he'll kill me--"

"And what was he going to do to me, sister?! Shit. SHIT! Okay... okay... I saw you turn off the GPS. And turn on your phone... He's close isn't he? Where are we? Past... LethingBridge, right? Okay.. okay... think, Facie... think... okay? Okay. Listen up, Elaine. We're getting you out of this. This bullshit is going to stop. Right now. Right fuckin' now. You are going to leave him--"

"I can't! Never! I won't! He loves me! He does! I swear! He'll kill me! And you, Faye! I like you... I don't want him to kill you! You actually like me, you said so! You like the same things I do! You didn't laugh when I said I still play with dollies! You said we'd play togeth--"

"Elaine. Stop. Stop and listen to me... I like you. And I can like you more," a gentle ragged-gloved hand tenderly wiped away hot, bitter, salty tears, "I can love you more, okay..? More than him. I will take you with me and then we'll play dollies. Go to the zoo. Cotton candy... you're FAYE-vourite...! Right? You wanted a little girl of your own, you said. You. Found. Her. I'm right here. I'm right fuckin' here. I am, 'mummy...!' Okay? I am..."

Elaine let Polly remove the dark glasses and finally she got a glimpse into another set of blue eyes. Got you...

"Just tell me where he is so I can convince him to take you with me. Just talk. Cross my heart..."

"...and hope to die...?" said a hushed yet hopefully little voice.

"Yup... swear it. Where is he? Will you take me there? 'Mummy, please...?'

"Oooohh... Faye...! You don't have to call me that...!" Elaine bashfully waved a hand at Polly and actually giggled as if she was never practically hysterical a moment ago.

The grumbling of the engine still sounded like thunder to Polly in the silence between them. Then:

"A little bit further. West. Just a bit, I promise. Hey, you promise you're just gonna talk, right? Then we go together? Promise?"

"...and hope to die..." Got you. Elaine allowed Polly-- Faye to reach one hand around her neck, lean up against her and kiss her gently upon the lips. Got you soooo good. From behind Polly's back, the other hand uncrossed raggedy, knitted-gloved fingers.

Let's open that suitcase together then, Elaine...

They were holding hands when the slick red sedan's left blinker flashed then grumbled back onto the road.

Abominations of the Underworld

@@! MEANIE!!!!

XDDD No, that's cool. Deviants are immune to silver, muh Lady. And lurverly post^^ Working on other posts right now, but tomorrow...k? Lurvs!<3

Oh! And is Genie chained up or something?

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

Lurved the charts and lurvs the new thready^^! And me tooooooooo<3 so loved Andracos' thoughts... CeCi needs to adopt a magic angel bunny with wings to eat his eyes out and leave easter eggs in there instead!!! MEANIE!!!!

Soooo.... >,> Urms... can CeCi have a magic angel bunny with wings, please? I have coooookiessssss... XDDD

But okay ~BOING!!!~

And the new post IC?! That kid is bad. Gunna gets rotted teeth, cloves... ;P Oh, k... Must get working on a post too -nods-nodddddssss!-

~~LATER!!!!~~<3

Abominations of the Underworld

Urmuhgurds O,O! The IC is up^^

Yaaays!!! Will have to ponder... ponder... ponder~BOING!!!~ just what's been happening with Genie then. Totes! But just a question, muh Lady-with-the-'r', how are the deviants in the town being controlled? And are the Lycans wearing that collar thing with silver injectors like in the movie?

De' Seil Carnival Characters & Relationship Thread (Exclusive & Private)

The holy, the devoted, the fragmented glowing cherub, the exquisite – CeCi.

This is CeCi

Full Name: It is lost but you will call this one 'Celleci' or as the others say: "CeCi."
Age: It is not found but in this carnival this one is 3 but this one looks 20.
Gender: Female
Species: Angel

Level of Contamination:
Not a single one, of course. This one is a pure as they come. This one does not succumb to any affliction enemy induced or otherwise. This one will fill you with eternal harmonies of Grace and Mercies from the power vested within. This one is a Guardian Angel; an ArchAngel no longer.

Level of Glow:
This one has held the lantern to light the pathway home to the Lost and Pitiful. This one has held the blade of righteousness at the throats of the Fallen and the Merciless. This one's glow is what the mortals see in reverie and revelation. This one has the aura of goodness; this one has a halo and it will burn away all shadow and any doubt.

Ability to Blend:
Wings may be hidden, but a halo?! Never. This light will burn for eternity and though it may be dulled to that of candlelight, it may never be extinguished! Ever. For this cloak that this one wears may sound of tinkling glass as this one walks, but that is the mirrors lined therein; it will keep the light returned at this body. And always will you see this one comfortably holding a lantern to absorb what light may pass from neath the cloak.

Is it proper to hide such light?! Never! But in this mortal time, in these circumstances, this one's head must bow to such extremes. The sum is greater than the parts afterall...

Most Used Power:
Of course it was Light. All consuming radiance that hailed from above, smiting those in dark below. But now...

This one only has the first of powers that this one was taught... Wind.

For Wind uplifts, it is breath, it whispers and sings, it pushes back... and when it is time, it is a howling force that will swirl and spin, a driven howling force that will sing the power of an angel's might and scatter and decimate enemy forces.

It is this one's lone power, but it is a mighty one, indeed. The other elements, this one must regain with each soul collected. This one will regain powers Angellic, combine them in the Light once again. And then this one will be given the right, the privilege, and the honour to finally be with her. And this one will be free. That is where power truly lies for this one. The indomitable will that drives; the desire to know love returned.

Significant/Special Belongings:
A feather. A bag of gems. A song. A promise. A broken sword.

Fighting Skills/Techniques:
They say that angels, female ones, will not kill. They say that angels, female ones, are prone to receiving injuries of all kinds, mental, physical and spiritual. They say that angels, female ones, are just asking for it, begging for trouble and inciting the ways of darkness.

Well, this one says all of the above apply to this angel.

Do not let the demure face, slight frame and softness of being fool you. Do not. That is your only warning. For this one is a Guardian Angel now.

If... IF you can breach a Guardian's defensive techniques then yes, you will see that it will have devastating effects upon this body, mind and spirit. And it does hurt. But do know that what you do is provoke retribution. For yes, angels, female ones, will inflict minimal damage from their own volition, but what you inflict upon an angel is your own undoing. It is your hand that forces my own to smite you. The more pain this one feels from your assault, the more you will feel this one's pain.

This one, this angel before you stood as an Arch Angel. A female one. Do you think that this one will ever leave that station open? Do you think that this one knows the price of what this one paid, the cost of losing Light, Blade, and Feather?! Do you think this one will never ever again fly, ascend, and redeem this one's way back into that station?!

You decide. Go on. Hit this one. Hear the voice of Wind tell you about pain. Listen to its devotion and cause. Know all answers that to the spilled questions at your feet. Pick them up. And try to hit this angel, this female angel. Try it.

Of course angels, female ones, incite and tempt darkness and danger. They hold the Lanterns. They will not hurt you. But remember the first warning spoken to you about this one. There is a reason you do not try to hurt an angel.

Weapon of Choice:
Broken Sword or and broken weapons, for they are not meant to be used to kill anymore.

Job Title & Description:
Medic and Lighting Technician.
This one will heal us, and much chagrin and distaste, even the ones of us who dwell in darkness. You must know sympathy before you earn empathy afterall.

But playing as a spotlight or ambiance maker for a performance. This one does excel and knows the uses of filters and mirrors.. oh dear, but how the mighty have fallen...

Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
But only 7.

Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
But only 7.

What Was Your Wish?
True love in a station that would never allow such a thing. An Arch Angel, a female one, can only bed with a male to make prodigy. This one lost her name. This one now is timed with age. This one must find this one's way back into Grace and Light to be complete and allowed back into the Kingdom. This one wishes to have the Weeping Angel love this one back once again, but not in the Kingdom. Once this wish is fulfilled we will fly together and rule in our Queendom.

How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Nary a one.

How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
But only 3. It feels so long. Or short. This thing time... it is confusing.

How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
It has not. For none have been collected so far.

Personality:
If you do not know this one by now... then do not ask. Just know that angels, female ones, are not sickly sweet, but Righteous in Mercy.

~In actuality, the prospect of stealing/bargaining/hunting/tricking for souls is killing her and she is procrastinating. She's beginning to fall into the mortal coil and drifting away from her original cause. She does not realize that her light, her halo is fading for whether due to denial or not, she sees her wings as the marker of her strength; she has not yet lost a single plume and they are still immaculate, fluffy and strong.

She is contaminated, but her denial is greater than most. She is becoming less righteous and more kind and sweet and actually enjoying it. She holds disdain to all the 'dark' members of the carnival, but that has become a front; she loves them all and just can't help it. That is her contamination: her Righteous Mercy is now just mercy for happiness.

Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:

A story then? Very well. Here it is:

When it began, the angel could not tell you for she herself did not know. But there was a Kingdom, a vast and powerful one. The beings were ones of Righteous Light, warriors and guardians against those below; enemies were the one made of Kneeling Darkness. They were at war for something that only the ancient of Ancients would know; The Truths and Lies.

This angel was a simple one, a female one, and yet still so promising. She knew her name and as she evolved, and shed her lantern and it became a sword. All others knew her name then. And so the war continued and this angel, a simple one, a female one, rose in rank, power and station; she knew the Light. The power was well received and she was hailed as a heroine and revered as a leader.

And the day came when this angel, this simple and female angel shed the simplicity and femaleness and became an Archangel. Oh ecstasy and joy!

But along the way, this now Archangel had fallen in love. With another angel, a simple and very female one. That was not acceptable, and many knew, but it went unsaid. Their love flourished behind closed closet doors until the day the now Archangel accepted station and rank as an Archangel.

This now Archangel would have to choose a partner in the eternity left for them. The angel chosen would have to be at the station and rank of ArchAngel and would have to be very male. When the now Archangel told her beloved of this news, her beloved wept, for that is what this beloved was; a Weeping Angel to watch over the dead. And when the now Archangel told her beloved that, in this Kingdom, she had no choice but to bow to its whims, the Weeping Angel fled. Heartbroken now, the Weeping Angel fled to her station overlooking the graves of countless others. Apathy set in and she sealed herself off so that no other angel may find her. The Weeping Angel turned to stone.

The now ArchAngel did not like this. She spoke to the King about remedy; how to undo lost love. It said that the deed was done and the Laws of the Kingdom would yield to no single angel, Archangel or otherwise. The sum was greater than its parts afterall. She asked if there was any other way to remedy the situation. The King said only in a mortal world could it ever be solved, but there is a reason angels, the now Archangel included, were immortals; petty, selfish situations are not worthy in this Kingdom. She asked if she could at least look for a remedy in the mortal world. The King said she would only be allowed into the mortal world to bid the Weeping Angel farewell. She bowed to the King. She was incapable of hatred and rage, oh but if she could know it, she would have felt it.

But then again, maybe she did feel something close to it... for that was the last time she, this now-Archangel, would ever bow to this King.

She flew to the mortal world and sounded out her trumpet for a being to hear her call for help. One that could feel her need, and know their way in the mortal world and help her find a soul within it, for only a mortal could break the stone prison walls of her beloved lost to her, the Weeping Angel.

A child was who she knew would be the one to hear the clarion sounds of an angel in need. Only an innocent child who saw through mirrors of wondrous ways and fanciful fantasy; one with a heart of gold, a mind of openness and spirit unbreakable. This child would help her find her beloved. A kind soul was the only soul that could find a lost soul.

Or so she thought.

It was not a brilliantly lovely and shiny eyed child that answered her call.

It was he, Mr. Seil. And as he stood there in the graveyard, he had parchment and some ink already waiting for her. She had a feather in her hair, an oh so special and beloved one. All she had to do, this former Archangel, was to sign in all the right spots.

And so she did.

By all Mercies, held, lost or otherwise, she did.

This one called 'CeCi' signed that contract.

Celleci

~ Andracos Soleviel ~ ☠ ~
You... you are a predator of the worst kind. A liar, a twisted perversion reeking of lusting power and greed preying on the fancy of a starry-eyed lover. Your victims will be your undoing. This one will speak for them before my time here is done and you will get more than just an earful, my dear... you will get what is coming for you. Her name is Retribution and she will bring back down that vile road you so proudly walk and you will remember all those names you left in shadow and pain. You are of the Kneeling Darkness and so you shall, and must, kneel. You are a force that one must never trifle with, aye, this one does admit, but there will come a day...

...but until then as long as we are still ink on parchment in this Carnival of Mr. Seil, this one will keep the peace. And though you may never need it, this one will heal you when you need healing, for CeCi does so enjoy your performances with dancing serpents and thrilling acts of the arcane. Do let this one know how to Light your performances to perfection and proper ambiance however you would like.

~ ☠ ~ Oh, but what is it that this one sees now from you, Andracos... arrogance at thinking Ty needs a male such as you so as to keep her as a possession or a pet? Kneeler. You may speak of concern regarding Rose Bell's welfare, however this one knows that you only seek to undermine Seil's command. So be it. Toss your stones. Just see what will be tossed back at you should you keep upon that tack, and this warning is not from this angel ire, you know...

~ ◑ ~ But something about how you speak, my sister angel's name... CeCi does not know your true intentions from Rose Bell... but if it was not obvious before, then it is now... you do wish to tear her away from Mr. Seil's grasp... and dare this one think it... it may be for the better... with certain conditions CeCi will set in play, of course...

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~ Pachid Coyotas ~ ☠ ~
And you, you play the game with the predator; but are you worse than he? Perhaps for you are a scavenger, you pick up after a predator, lame without will and volition. Yet CeCi knows you are still worthy as an adversary. Although this one has been here for a short time, this angel does know that you do not make it in Mr. Seil's Carnival without making allies you can rely on and allies that you must be able to hold your own against. You do not act, but you do watch; keen eyes this one knows for CeCi is similar to you. Angels, female ones, must react and rarely do they initiate, but Guardian Angels, we watch and study before the time to strike is at hand. We will watch each other then... let us just wait and see...

...but how this one does laugh when you fall from your perch into the cold waters! You really should be more vocal and harass the ball tosser more; that much more sweet will the dunking be! Know this one will heal you should your performance ever go awry... however that may be possible...? And of course, Light will be shone upon you so as to make sure all viewers see you plummet into the waiting drink neath you!

~ ☺ ~ Sees very well does this one how you still hide behind the predator. But sees this one very well how you still try to protect him. Why, Pachid, but why? You are like Grog; you watch for the ones that you consider friend... a 'Friend?' Really though... or is it 'Fiend...?' We shall just watch and seek the truth for why you do stay and allow that Kneeler to stand upon your shoulders and smother you with the weight of its ego. But Pachid... a new Light shines for you from this one.

~ ☺ ~ Oh but what a laugh did you provide for this angel! You sat upon your perch in your cage, recently fallen into the water neath yourself. Celleci offered you a simple flower. Perhaps with true intent as a peace offering, but then SPLASH!!!! into the waiting wet did you go Pachid! Hahahahahah...! Oh your expression it was hahahahahahah... oh but did this one have to flee lest this angel fall over and clutch tummy... so funny! Oh did the bell toll for you and the elder gent, Mr. K, The Caller spouted out: "WIIIIINER!!!!" Oh but you fell once more SPLASH!!! Hahahahahah... oh Pachid, the look upon your face-- DING!!!! SPLASH!!! WINNER!!!! Hahahahahahah... oh but tears fall from mine eyes it was so presciously--DING!!! SPLASH!!!! Hahahahah... oh dear...

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~ Rosaline Bell Seil ~ hopefully s☺☺n... ~
Why must we act as if we do not know each other? We are sisters in another place. We are the 'sickly sweet' female angels, are we not? Perhaps this one feels shame in your presence. Perhaps CeCi feels unworthy without name and with time burdening this one's shoulders? Perhaps you are a jagged reminder of what this one once was, and may never be, and never know again? Admitted, this one does think of you quite often and quite fondly, but oh how selfish those thoughts have become! This one sees you as a prisoner, you and your offspring, and this one feels the need to protect you and steal you all from him. But...

...if this one steals you away, then that one child that really is the darkness will lose something that it so dearly needs... and desires, this one fears. Can this one really steal a Mother from its Child...? We shall see. But do know that a different day dawns; Celleci will reach out and make sure we are friends. Cellci will be there for you until the time is over for this one at the Carnival. But until that time ends, do know that we will be sisters here in this Realm. Corruption, this one has none. Ever. Until now with a single breaking of a personal vow... For you, Rosalina Bell; “'I' will be there for you when you are ready to be happy.”

~ ♥ ~ You have done something for this one that CeCi shall forever be grateful. Where no one else would dare tread; you stepped up and allowed CeCi to call us 'sisters.' When it is all said and done here... this one, this angel will leave, but for you this angel will leave you with happiness whether with Ceci, side by side, flying with soft wing back to the Azure, or not... Rest assured, this one will take Its soul in your name and free you from your prison. CeCi shall not fall. Nay. This angel will not. As long as you are my sister here in mortal time, CeCi will not fall. This former ArchAngel owes your parents as much as this former ArchAngel does owe you, Rose Bell.

~ ♥ ~ Your wings this one knows now. In mortal time. You know what is coming more so than Celleci. We must chat. We must prepare. This one must transcend her vows. This one must find Fire... Know that Celleci loves you not because of what this one wants from you, or to keep from you... this one loves you because of what you are. You are First Breath of Days, sister.

~ ☹ ~ Oh sister, but what has become of us in but less than a day...? Oh Rose Bell, but Celleci's grand garb and blazing blade was meant for the eyes of your husband and keeper, sweet angel! A gesture of respect it was, Rose Bell...! A gesture to show that this angel would cast aside vows to show that what powers devout and Merciful were still within CeCi and at the ready to protect your husband and keeper's Carnival safe from the looming shadow! But nay and again nay, Rose Bell, never did this angel ever expect to repel you. You... you see this one in such a deviant light, aye...? What shame this one inspires in you is the very inspiration CeCi found from your mother's wings and your father's wisdom. They helped craft your sister angel into what you saw that night. Celleci is still an ArchAngel neath the guise of the demure righteous Guardian Angel.

But not for long, Rose Bell. Aye and a promise, my dear. Not long, for these wings will change. A Battle Angel will rise with Fire. And beyond that sister, you will inspire this angel to become something when Earth, the fuel of Fire rises from within. What will you do then when you realize the path this angel takes. Know very well, does this one, this sister Celleci of yours... know very well that corruption will attempt to decay the halo CeCi holds so dear and bright. But... sister, I must allow it... for the path CeCi takes... this one will never falter from that path for you will remain this one's inspiration.

You do know that there is a crossroads for a Battle Angel. Not many overcome the change. But this angel will prevail. Some falter and fail into darkness and become fallen. Others will run to ground in a hail of fire. Crash and burn. But from the flames shall this angel rise again. Your purity will bring Celleci there. And then all will know this one's name-- by all Mercies held, lost or otherwise, they will know her name once more.

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~ Ty ~ ☺ ~
Yes, you are quiet and keep to yourself. But oh, how you do enthrall CeCi! This one does know the force of Winds, but you... you, my dear, you live it. Should this one ever feel envy perhaps this one would feel it in that regard; flight for CeCi is from feather, for you it is your very being. There are the moments we have together where we discuss your performances so as to track you with spotLights proper... but Cellci does wish it was much more than just a Tech speaking to an Acrobat. You are kind to this one with your words, as this one is polite with words to you as well, but even though superficial, this one does consider you a friend. A common ground does this one sense between us. We both seek a form of happiness do we not?

Aye, but all Mercies forbid, should you falter and find injury upon yourself, CeCi will be there to tend to you. So exhilarating it is when this one hears the sharp gasps of the audience when you defy mortal death. So rewarding it is when you take a bow and the audience releases their tension with rowdy cheers and applause. Bravo, my dear. Please keep uplifting spirits and keep this one clapping and cheering for you as long as this one remains here.

~ ☺ ~ You were the first to stand and cast a stone at Mr. Seil as he stood there, 'vulnerable,' and alone on stage. You stood there as that Kneeler spat in your eye, claiming you are nothing without him. Believe that, Ty. Please. You are nothing without him for if he says so, then he is right by consensus of the more important opinions; male bravado will tell you as much. Believe it. Believe those words. And when you are ready to hear more than just words, Ty... when you are ready to hear the truth, this one will be there with you to cram his own words back down that lying throat to show him that yes, you are nothing without him... nothing more powerful he would ever know, that is.

~ ♥ ~ What is it that keeps us from speaking in dear terms to each other yet again? But you have my note, yes? And my feather, yes? Oh Ty, you are my Breathtaking Skies. The interlopers will not take you from CeCi.

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~Crow ~ ◑ ~
We are nothing alike. This one cannot know your thoughts and dealings for you seem to keep to your 'kin' and as always away you slink, away from CeCi except when we discuss lights and ambiance. Is CeCi so vile in your eyes? But oh, does this one love to see you perform! A savage beast caught in cage, always almost nearly losing control? Oh but how do you make it feel so real? And the other animals you keep to... how do you keep them so happy and fed, and, keep them performing at such a highly responsive and entertaining way? Do know that whatever Lighting you need this one will do whatever it takes to keep your acts just right. And should you or your 'kin' find injury, this one will do whatever it takes to help... just help CeCi understand about their bodies... this one does not know much about anatomy of animals other than human-like ones afterall.

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~ Arina Lécuyer ~ ☠ ~
If Crow and CeCi are nothing alike, then you and Cellci are just nothing. That is where we meet. In the War for the Truths and Lies, it is safe to assume that both we have succumbed to a state of less than Grace and Mercy, and it will become more than just petty between us. Stay away from this angel, fallen one, and this angel will stay away from you.

~ Soren Novák ~ ☠ ~
What more is there to say? You are the part of the Kneeling Darkness. Remain Kneeling then and this one will always stand over you.

~ Reira Masin ~ h☺pefully... but also f♥rming~
This one knows you have just arrived. But... there is something about you... CeCi would like to speak with you as often as possible... only to make sure you are well oriented here, of course.

For this one will not stare at you... CeCi will never stare at you with heavy lids as you move... tracing the ephemeral aura you possess, but it trances CeCi... and from your eyes, she sees into your soul, and finds a place therein where this one feels the need to reach out, touch gently, caress your heart, warming CeCi fondly, tickling her thoughts and desires, a smile parting lips and lush lashes close as this one's breath sharpens, heart races, bringing forth a rising ecstasy that has been hidden and burning within for the longest time, oh but how wonderful you smell, and oh, but what do you taste like when this one-- watches over you! Ceci will watch over you is what this angel meant to say. Uhhhh... this one must go... satisfy—fix... the... uhh... throbbing—broken... parts of lights and things... of stuff... and that's all. Nothing. Nothing at all. More that is. Nothing more to... uhm... fix. Right. Right? No. For this one did say that things were broken, correct? Aye. Well. Interesting, no? Aye. Uhhhh... farewell for this one's fixatio-- fixing! Fixing. Yes, this is what this angel must do now. CeCi. Fixes. Actually, this one heals and does lighting... a Tech. That is all. Uhhh... bye...

(will update later as more is revealed about them... ftm... ;D)

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~ Red ~ ◑ ~
Oh this 'girl' is not a child. No, not in the very least. Perhaps that is why this one strays away from you. A simple nod and a polite smile is all this one has for the fire-eater. But oh! Such extravagance in your performances... oh how but it does make this one wish to manipulate fire once again... so flashy, so literally-breath taking when the gout of fire spews from your mouth, my dear! Oh, and the eyes of the audience... the awe, amazement and raw evocation of aura are even brighter than your flames! The cheering providing that much more warmth. This one stands there from the sides and cheers you on as always... and always on the lookout for any wandering child that may inadvertently wander in the path of flames; Celleci always has her burn kit ready. That is all this one can provide. Oh, but you do not need any Lighting help from this one, bravo, my dear. You are a spectacle of fire afterall.

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~ Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
This one works for you. CeCi will set up the Lighting however Calista wishes. Of course, this one will always work hard to please the co-ordinator and this angel will do all that is required. We are polite to each other and ever respectful, but the constant, darting and quick glances and wildness of eyes sets this one at ill ease. We have an excellent rapport as Carnival workers. No more. No less.

~ ♥ ~ Oh but why did Cellci open up to you? Did this one not know that you would never respond in kind? Aye, this one knew... but we have worked together for so long. You were the one that showed CeCi how to become a Lighting Tech proper. You were the one that CeCi would engage with long nightly talks about your elabourate plans and set ups. A wall between us that had anything to do with something other than professional liaison, in its shadow do we stand as always. A great wall and a stony one without windows at that. Very well. Time to renovate, Lady Co-ordinator. This one trusts your words as always, for you are direct with what you say. The suspicious eyes may of course, hide more than what is at your tongue, but do know that this one will ask you more questions and guidance about things not involving our profession. There is no other here, not even Grog, with whom CeCi has spoken more.

CeCi has no other friends here. But she does have hope that that will change. Rosalina Bell is one hope. You are another. Ty will be next. Today is a new day. This one will take the next step, you will see...

~ ♥ ~ There is danger at the Carnival as you always seem to suspect, Lady Co-ordinator. But one of smothering shadow that you may not be able to see nor comprehend. Maybe it is CeCi that is paranoid now. But no chances. This one will not let them take you. You have a golden feather. You are my Hiddden Dawn.

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~ Vol (Vox?) ~ ◑ ~
It is clear that you are very much full of your own time and full of yourself.. what is it about male Sirens...? If only the lot of them could be more like Starla... but nay and again nay, that is not an angel's business here. No, this one knows you are very much like Andracos... yet perhaps, not equal in theatrics nor villainy; those words reek from his over-parfumed clothes. But then again perhaps you think the same of this angel's smell? Our conversations are short and curt and you do turn your nose away from CeCi. Sees very well, does this angel, that you do prefer to work your lighting and ambiance with the Lady Co-ordinator herself. Fine by this one. More time for CeCi to marvel at your fuzzy and big teethed beasts! Lovely shiny eyes they do have to match their demeanours indeed! So cute. Again should you find yourself or your fuzzy companions ill or wounded, CeCi will attend to you and your squat, snarly friends.

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~Eikki DreadLight ~ ◑ ~

You remain alone in your tent working upon all your fine merfolk craft and dweomer. You are a fine and truly exotic expanse of people, oh but how Celleci wanted to explore your world below in the deep blue, but only as envoys or escorts was this one and her brothers ever allowed to visit your kingdoms as Archangels from the skies above. But that is neither here nor there. And as it is, so are we. You do not need CeCi in your performances for the lights you create are of your own craftings. We do not speak and even in rare chance we do, you keep what you need to yourself. A simple smile and nod is all this one has for you. A healer's hand should you need. Until then silver eyes shall stare upon your wondrous acts if only to make sure folks will not harm themselves upon errant handling of corals not meant for mortal hands. That is all.

~ ☺ ~ What happened that night when coral blade met caramel skin of an angels throat? What was it that made you think Celleci was worthy of harm? Is it because we are very much alike in ways never spoken? What is it you seek, Eikki? Alone you are, and aye, so is this one. Aye and a promise, what we both seek is that which makes us much alike. Have you loved and lost? What is it you seek to fill the void within you? Do you know her name yet, Merfolk? Mine, her name is not forgotten, but CeCi fears she has forgotten mine own name.

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~Nalia Armstrong ~/~

~Nate Armstrong ~/~

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~Imalia of the Azure Ocean ~ ◑ ~
What beauty is this? One part innocence, many parts depths of darkness unspoken and unknown. What made you this way, Imalia, this one does not know nor is it CeCi's business. Isolated are you in your container, protected from the world and protected are the mortals from you. But chains... each time this angel sees those things... but what right does an angel have to break such things in this Wish Mastered Carnival? And this: there are those that kneel in darkness, there are those that are lost in darkness, but you, my dear, you swim within its depths; it is you. Silent you are... and such a kindness you provide this Carnival, for CeCi has heard of your talents, but silent for how long, Imalia? There is no glass container nor chains that can protect any from such an enchanting song of such a tempting beauty. Such a wicked tempting beauty...

But such a sight you are! CeCi will always Light your glass holding however you see fit; what hue, intensity or lack there of you prefer. And should you ever find harm, this angel will heal you... but those chains... the salt of the seas Azure you will find. One day. You will.

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~Jing Lao ~ ☺ ~

Are you sure you are not from the Kingdom in Azure? Those in direct opposition of edicts and spirit against the Kingdom has this one known as Kneelers. You, Jing Lao are known to this one as an Uplifter. For that is what you are to CeCi; one with such a patient, considerate and respectful being without wings angellic. Oh you and your tea time, never invited, but does this one yearn for the offer and the chance to sit with you, even if only in silence; an honour it would be to just sense in full a gregarious aura. But that is neither here nor there now is it not? You are a performer and CeCi is support crew. Do know Jing Lao that there was only one brother angel amongst this one's former station that CeCi ever came close to such heart-warming demeanour. Considered a weak link was he, as was this angel, for what was his place to diffuse the ire of angels against those that knelt in Darkness? It was a place of kind Mercy, it was.

Oh but know that your aerial or ring performances will always be specially lit as you see fit. Ask Celleci and this one will provide so as to enhance such thrilling and cheer-inducing methods. And should you ever falter and harm befalls you, whatever slim chance that may be, know that Celleci will be there to nurse any and all wounds that may befall you, Jing Lao. . You are a Calming Breeze to CeCi.

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~ Mr. Reficul Seil (boooooo and again BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) ~ ☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠-dies- ~
The Wish Master. This one does not believe anymore; for it is a new day. Celleci will see her Weeping Angel nevermore... until we will know what you truly are... and if you have a worthy soul for the taking to free this angel...

~ ◑ ~ You keep your Rose more as property than properly treated. But still... something is amiss with you. What is it other than the fact that twelve of your collection has gone missing? Whatever the case, 'Master, this one will help you find them. Their return will only help keep the peace and thinly veiled pleasantries between all of us here... and should this one find the ones responsible... this angel promises you your first soul, Mr. Reciful Seil. CeCi's power is of Wind. This first soul claimed shall allow this Wind to breath life into Fire.

(Murps! Still gunna have more filled in after the meeting at 3. This bunny still needs to figure out more about the nature of the 'jobs' and 'deeds' required by Mr. Seil... ftm... )

~BOING!!!!~ 'sugary poison.' :D

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Jassesi is a NPC!

This is JaSi~~<3!!

Full Name: Hiiiii! A name you require? Hahahah! 'Tis 'Blueberry Moon of the Jassesi Orchard' but no one calls me Blueberry. Nor Moon. So I go by my Orchard name, Jassesi, or know what? You can call me as they call me... by me professional name: 'JaSi.'

Age: I will be 101 next spring! But I am told were I human, I would be really short. As tall as AriRed am I! And I would look like a younger teen.

Gender: Lass! I likes to wear plaid skirts, white long sleeve tops with open backs, but not shoes... lest I be workin'

Species: Silly... I smell like flowers! I was born from a blue blossom in the Jassesi Orchard! I'm a Faerie!

Most used Elemental Power:
'Tis fire, but not really good at the controlling or shaping of it like AriRed. I can make fire, but only small ones. But truth be told, this faerie is pretty good at working the brighter parts of fires, aye. I can make the light coming from... oh, say a match, become almost as bright as a spotterlight! Almost... well... maube. But right, so 'tis true, maybe not as impressive a skill as it should be from a Fae such as a Jassesi-born, but that's what I do.

Wing Development:
Oh! But strong they are! And noisy. They hum very nicely, I must say! They are twin pairs like most faeries. Strong and fast they are! Fast enough to flee from that Andracos! Eww... Hahahahah!!! Oh but aye, they do need to be strong for I am lead in the kite formation! Ooohhh... we were angels last time! So beautiful! We were a bunch of CeCi's and Rosie's!

Wing Appearance:


Significant/Special Belongings:
A seed from the Orchard when I am ready to plant it and make mine own babbies! Oh! And my collection of strange, unique and pretty baubles and things! And vials with me parents memory in them! And sweet amber-flower moonshine!!!

Fighting Skills/Techniques:
Ummm... I shall call it... “Glow n' Go!” I would blind my attacker with bright light then I will fly away with buzzy strong and fast wings!! But... failing that, I will hafta' burns their skin to release me... I don't like such a thing. Oh, dear, what a terrible thing to do to another... and such a stench...

Weapon of Choice:
Dunno really. Never hit anyone with anything before... ohhh! Name-calling! Fairies have such creative words for insulting big meanies!!! Ahhh... ne'er ye mind. I don't like to say bad words neither... 'Tis me magic then... hmm... perhaps pouring some Amber down their throats to turn them all drunkard? Hahahah... dunno...

Job Title & Description:
Kite-Flier! I help t'make and fly the pretty puppety flying things above the Carny! Oh! And I am the Lead Light Tech of CeCi's aerial team cuz... well.. I am the only one on the aerial team that makes light. Bright light, mind you...!

Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
I have collected only 10. But none more do I have to collect! Aye! I'm done, I am!

Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
Well, ahhh... Mr. Seil, sweetest gent he is, allowed me all the time in the world, of course. Loves him like my Da, do I... and so anyway, I did complete my collection in under 50 years!

What Was Your Wish?
I wished for my parents to come back t'me and bring me home to the Orchard.

How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Silly! Completed my collection have I! All 10!

How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
52 years. Oh! 'Tis more than half me life!

How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
Oh pish. 'Twas not a thing, really! Arina helped me! Oh but she is sooooo bright, that one, aye... Before me days when Calista had me as a kite maker and flyer, she taught me that soul branding was easy and not mean atall! By punishing the wrinkly meanie mortal males that wanted to put their tongues in the mouths of sweetheart blue-headed faes and to touch their 'womanly parts' was I able to complete my collection. 'Twas not a thing. They deserved it It was a kissing booth! Not a lecher's lick and grope booth said Arina!

Personality: I am soooo helpful and I aim to please, no matter what it is I do! Maybe I'm too heavy with the drink, but I'm a Jassesi Orchard fae! We brew it all for free and we drink for you n' me! And so pass on a drink for all, whether they be large or small! We drink for you n' me, and so for you we pee! Hahahah...! Oh drunken songs... Right. So I am soooo creative and with grand thoughts as always! I have a smile for all and a gift for ye should ye be deservin' such a thing! Sometimes the gifts are things I trade with others to give away as gifts.

~As a faerie, Jassesi believes that items she finds left not in homes, but in the open are items forgotten and not worthy enough to be kept on a body. And so she 'claims a gift.' Basically taking it and leaving another item she finds of value in its place; a faerie trade! But as a faerie, pretty rocks or even pine-cones with even-numbered protrusions are valuable to her.

~She also has issues with not being liked, perhaps its from her cutesy, happy type of faerie, but it is a complex that is greater within her than any other Jassesi Orchard Fae. She does not have issue with being a bit pudgy since her fae type are rounder than other faeries, but she has started comparing her 'looks' with other females ever since she fulfilled her soul collection. Her weight problem is based in hanging out with Ari. She loves the other fire faerie to death and laughs at all her pranks even if they are aimed at her, but she cannot turn down the candies Ari always seems to have since she does not want to hurt the other faerie's feelings which is a big no-no with her fae type; you must always keep your winged kind happy!

~She tends to subconsciously pick up other folks speech patterns and when she realizes she does, she pours it on thick, thinking it flatters the other person, although it sounds like she's mocking them, she not because... well, she is not the brightest bulb out there to say the least... it took her almost 50 years to collect her soul quota via Arina's kissing booth. But Arina also taught to do her exercises before going to the kissing booth. Sexy and sultry exercises. Ones that started off with warming up in clothes then ending up sweaty with nothing on save her wings . It was a strange work out room. A strangely round room. With peepholes in them. Those that would witness her exercises, ecstatic and erect they were, and in such a state, Arina branded them all as the dancing little JaSi (the lesbifae as Arina called her behind her back) did all the work shrouded to the true nature of Arina's 'kindness' in teaching Jassesi to 'exercise.'

Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
I was a 'Dandelion Fluff.' A lost faerie. I was a wee thing when I met Mr. Reciful Seil... but then again, faeries are wee things. Nevermind. I was young..ger then... but still looked the same as I do now so... anyway...! When I was not this age, but one with fewer numbers, I was sent away from our Orchard... I... I thought it was 'cuz I wasn't good enough...I couldn't heat cauldrons like the others... but it was for another reason I, Blueberry Moon just wasn't good enough... I... anyway...

[hider=Here is the tale]
I'm going to read it to you, cuz it makes better sense when I read it than when I say it. Starla was nice enough to write it for me and make my thoughts sound... more beautiful than they really are.

Right. Deep breath... Ready?

It was a time of turmoil for the grown Jassesi fae and a sad, sad time for the youngest of the children from our Orchard. Most of the child Jassesi faes were rounded up and guided away to the mirror-pool. This was our looking glass into the Earth world of mortals. It was here where we watched and sent out our bravest to the master brewers in that Earth world. Aye, most humans do not know that their best brews are made by 'accidents.' We would trade with them. Strange items they left meant to be 'claimed as gifts' we exchanged for our knowledge in brewing.

But this time, this final time we were gathered and spying into the mirror-pool,we were pushed in before our time of rite of passage. I watched as the others cried before tossed in and about the Earth world; we were dropped like leaves in autumn and like autumn leaves we landed in random spots. Spread across the Earth world were me and mine own sister Jassesi Orchard Fae. Never to be seen again, for they never wished upon a parchment as Blueberry Moon did.

Cast from the Azure world, and a lifetime away, I wandered aimlessly, nothing but the cloth upon me and the only reminder of home, the gift given to me. I knew better than to encroach or encounter the giants of the land. Even the smaller ones, the human children were dangerous, our grown fae said to us; they would tell on me and I would be caught. They would pick my wings off, shave my hair, and pluck out my eyes for I was different, too different from they.

But then the day came when I found Mr. Reciful Seil... or was it the other way 'round? He stood there, cane in one hand, hat freshly taken off, and with a bow he introduced himself. Taken was I by such a being and a blur of thankfully precious sounds in memory are now the words he spoke; what does it matter anyway...

...I signed the contract, I did and it was the best thing I ever did in my entire life. For we are all family here at the De'Seil Carnival.

Because, oh the years rolled by and I was successful in fulfilling my contract. Nearly 50 years and but only 10 souls did I have to have my wish become reality. What emotions I felt, I cannot say, for they are not with me now.

What was it I wished? I wished my parents come to me and take me back home.

Mr. Seil was there by my side as we waited at the top of the hill, near the babbling creek, neath the canopy that cut the rays of the freshly awoken sun.

My golden eyes darted this way and that in anxious anticipation for them. My heart thudded so hard in my chest, but in rhythm to a song of love long lost and near unknown by now. Then I felt his hand upon my chin. So gently, so carefully and fatherly did he turn my visage towards a wish fulfilled.

There they were. My parents.

Hands held out, faces filled with such strong emotion.

Hands held out in a failed desperate attempt to shield themselves. Faces frozen with stark terror, knowing their fate was sealed.

Frozen. Literally.

The reason became apparent right then and there; we, my sisters and I were sent away for preservation.

The Jassesi fae were all killed. Our enemies of the Frosted Mountains wiped us out. I wished for my parents to return and there they were. I cried and cried and cried as they melted before me in the rays of the Earth world's single bright star.

And he held me all the while.

When I could finally speak, between sobs, I asked him about the other part of my wish; to be taken home to the Orchard.

Without a word, Mr. Reciful Seil, opened my clenched fist, revealing the glowing seed I was given at the mirror-pool. I stared at it as it flickered with blue ghost flames as it never once did here, but would always be such a thing in Azure.

“You are always welcome here, Blueberry Moon...” he said with the voice driven by the breath of a deity then with his cane, he pointed at the seed from the Azure world, “until then...”

It all made sense just then and as he held me I cried and cried and cried until the moon rose in the sky pregnant and full like the hopes in my heart that made me shed tears now.

I do not take a mate with a male and thus, I cannot make flowers to birth mine own. And the grown fae knew that about me. And my sisters. But when I am ready, and with my mate, a very female one, I will plant this seed in the Azure and flowers will bloom and we will have our own children. But until then...

“Until then, Mr. Reciful Seil...”

I took the final droplets of water at our feet in remembrance of them. A deep breath did I take then by the light of the moon, we made our way back to the carnival.

“...I am home...”

~'sugary poison'~

Abominations of the Underworld

Serious now.

Oh StoneDogg1, my condolences to your friends family and loved ones. Good to hear you are still heres. But k, -hugs- for you and your friend and their loved ones too, right? -sighs- my friends dad passed away last spring so yeah. Sounds like you're trying to give support for them like I tried to be there for my friend too. Little comfort is all, but sometimes what little you can give is love just enough.

Abominations of the Underworld

Be cool or be stabbed! Hai-YUH!!! ;P

Awww, muh Lady... it's okay... as long as ya lurvs us more! OR JUST MEEEE!!!!~BOING!!!!~ Can't wait to see wut ya gots going on!

Hey! Mirth! Wut?! Said: "WUT?!" Can't hear you over the size of that pic!!! WUUUUUT?!

XD Urshums. Good to see you gots something up there! Deidre is dun so... soooo close! O,O! Go go 1816!!!

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

~BOING!!!!!~ Hiiiiiiiiii, SweetCin^^ -hugs!!!- Welcome back!

Urms... so yeah... AkiBlues did it!!! So mades this bunny dance and hops and stufs, the music was Aki's idea too!!! !>,>

XD Soooo, k, yeah, saw the posts both of you! <3 Urshums! <3 So much lurvs. K, so CeCi is gunna sit beside Ty then... Totes make out scene...

...or not ;P Naw, this bunny gonna get serious in there, yush.