Lady Seraphina

Unlikely Heroes

Maybe I missed something but how exactly did Thomas end up coincidentally in the same small city as a group of ten fifteen people who just happen to be exposed to the same serum he was?

Unlikely Heroes

"I'm fine," the words echoed through the darkness, flat and empty. The kind of response a computer might display after a virus check. It was the sort of response that anyone who truly was fine never gave. The kind that built up over years of being asked, years of not being so and refusing to acknowledge it. It was the same sort of response that Christian had given to anyone who'd asked for months after the accident, some might say he was still giving it.

Christian heard Sam's footsteps recede somewhat and a panic rushed through him that caused the pain in his head to recede. He'd gotten here with the help of his "second sight" but that was erratic and irregular and there was no telling if it would come back now or in weeks or if he could ever control it. Without Sam he'd have no way of finding his way back to the others. The best he could do if he lost Sam would be to wander and hope someone from the group found him, his chances with that were close the zero, he needed Sam.

Christian ran his hands over the sidewalk till he found the wall of an old crumbling building. He used it to haul himself to his feet and was nearly overcome with dizziness again as the smell assaulted him. "Sam?" He asked straining his hears to hear any sign of her.

Then a voice came out of the darkness again. "Watch your step," Came the murmur. "You don't want to fall here."

Christian stopped dead. He could feel loose pieces of trash and refuse he thought under his feet. Here would not be a good place to wander.

He gulped in his breath, he'd once sworn to himself he'd never say these words and now in less than three days he'd done it as many times. "Sam, could you help me. I can't find my way."

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The Girl with Demon Hair

Once the spy who's with Octave posts I'll get one up right after.

Unlikely Heroes

Christian exited the van with everyone else, running his hands from the seat to the side of the door. Once he was down on the ground he found himself a little bit lost. He recognized the voices all around him of course. He was still in the group but now anything more he did was contingent on asking for help. A lump formed in his throat at the thought of the last two times he'd had to do that. Twice in as many days. He of course had the eight hundred dollar plastic card but really what good was it to him if he couldn't find any stores. There were too many people for him to wander around blindly and he didn't have his White Cane anymore so there would be no chance of people moving out of his way.

His revery was broken as the headache that he'd had since the bus accident peaked. It was like someone was squeezing a clamp around his brain. Just as the pain was becoming unbearable it broke like a water balloon showering his mind with his surroundings. It was almost a cute little town. In the middle of a flee market. There were 146 people on the streets right now but Christian's attention was immediately drawn by a man who'd just pushed his hand into one of there groups pockets swiping the cash card and walking off.

Before Christian could think three other people broke away from the crowd running after the man. Vida, the girl with the skin melting abilities, a man in a suit who he didn't think had anything to do with them and the girl whose card it was. Christian took off after them at a run. Vida was just on the thief's tail, about to grab him when she stopped dead. Christian was confused for a fraction of a second before remembering what he'd heard she had done to that man's hand. She's scared to touch anyone. He thought to himself. The man in the suit shouted something to the effect of "Federal Agent" and Sam turned down the wrong street. She seemed dazed. He thought between the thief and Sam and made a split second decision. He ran off after Sam. She'd stopped running now, they were getting further away from the crowd moving into an industrial district.

Christian was about to speak when a terrible pain ripped through his head. It was like the activation of this second sight was a knife going into his head and when it shut down someone had torn the knife none to gentle from his skull. The world went black and Christian became dizzy like he'd suddenly been enveloped in a crushing darkness. His legs gave out from under him and he collapsed to his knees. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps. "Sam?" He managed "Sam are you all right?" He didn't give much thought to his own situation or any thought that someone else might think about it as serious. He'd been dealing with a body that betrayed him at every turn and had years ago accepted it as normal. What was important now was Sam. She was at the very least upset and angry and at the worst injured from the thief.

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The Girl with Demon Hair

Hahahahahaha...

I wasn't joking... (Devious face).

The Girl with Demon Hair

I'd need Ignia or someone else to post before I can... or I could scare the crap out of Diamond Wong but I was sort of saving that for later.

Stargate - Alliances

Man, you`d think of all people he`d understand.

Stargate - Alliances

If nobody minds I'll accompany Rea'c and Kay to Chulak. Quick question, after the Goa'uld were defeated what is Chulak like now?

The Girl with Demon Hair

Ignia seemed almost fearful to answer her question but some in the crowd were not as shy. Though technically her question had been for Ignia specifically one of the men watching had seemed to take it as a cue to make requests. Lilian almost burst into laughter at his suggestions. ‘The Thirteen Cows in the Attic’ was a song that every farmer knew. It was the sort of song that was played at a Harvest Festival or bonfire dance, it was the kind of music that got people moving with light happy notes that had people swinging each other round kicking up dust. It was not the sort of music that one played for a prestigious crowd like this. A small smile curled her lips as she imagined the look on Octave's face if she played that song. People would laugh about it for weeks.

Lilian's thoughts were shattered by the demon girl, Ignia. She seemed almost terrified at the prospect of Lilian playing such a song for she would have to dance to it. There was a low warning in her tone as she addressed the guest respectfully. She clearly feared her master which was perfectly normal in a slave, especially one to whom beatings were likely not uncommon. "Come now," she said gracefully with a light playful laugh in her tone. "Why should we deny this honored gentleman his request. He has presumably come a long way to see your Infernal Dance. Shall he be disappointed."

Then she moved slightly closer to Ignia and grabbed her arm, turning her so that Lilian's lips were blocked from the man's view. "Which do you think will get us in more trouble," she said in a harsh whisper. "Playing a song that Octave may frown on or having that man tell your Master that you, who aren't even suppose to speak without permission, that we adamantly refused to play a request for him. If Octave questions us about the song this guest will shoulder the blame. On the other hand if Octave questions us on why we turned down one of his honored guests surely when this is all done my pay and your hide will pay for it."

Lilian said all of this very fast into Ignia's ear before releasing her, she gave a bow to the man who'd requested the song and stepped back to her place behind the dais. She couldn't wait to see Octave's face after this dance. Of course he would be unable to do anything in public else he risk seeming as though he could not control his slave. Lilian's contract kept him from cutting her pay without a decent reason (playing a song that made him look bad did not qualify) and (she hoped) Octave's need for Ignia to appear in public often would stop him from doing any serious harm to her. Lilian didn't consider that he might bring violence against her. She was not his property and minstrels were often as skilled with a sword as some mercenaries.

Lilian drew her fiddle again. Before she began to play she took a brief servant of the room. Every member with the exception of some of the slaves were grotesque. There was a man who waddled like a penguin and she was surprise that gobs of grease didn't drip off him what with how much fat was packed under his expensive wear. Another older couple were no different. The woman must have had several inches of make up on as though it would make her look young again. It was disgusting, this whole show.

Lilian hated playing for the so called higher class, most appreciated her reputation more than her music. A good bonfire dance was what she really enjoyed. The pay wasn't great usually being whatever the mayor of a town could scrap together at the last minute. She had fun at those events. She didn't have to stand in a stiff dress while other enjoyed themselves. At town gatherings she could dance while she played swinging around a fire to the music pouring from her fingertips. Not that she was a skilled dancer or anything, but she enjoyed it immensely. Losing oneself in the music.

Lilian touched her bow to the strings and began to play. Thirteen Cows in the Attic was a dancing song but it was much cruder than these folks were likely accustomed to hearing. It was the kind that village girls and boys danced to when the days work was done letting there hair fly free and there passion open to the music. Lilian thought this type of music was some of the most beautiful she could play but she knew very well that Octave would not be in agreement with that. Still she played on, it wasn't a long song, lasting perhaps three minutes but while the notes swirled all around her she felt it was an eternity. It was peaceful and calm. There was no other word to describe how she felt when she played, blissful.

All too soon though the song came to an end along with the demon girl's dance and Lilian waited with an innocent look for someone to break the silence.

The Girl with Demon Hair

All_The_Science is this the sort of song you were getting at?

River Dance

I'm gonna write up a post assuming this is the type of music you mean.