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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 27, 2005 23:38:15 GMT -5
"Heh." Says the male a tad bit icily at her with a testy sort of sigh. He's not normally an irritable creature but the mixture of losing his way, meeting a Tsume that seems only to confuse him with a terrible benevolence, and having a small Tsume ram into the back of his skull just isn't all that pleasant.
He peers down at the small Tsume. "Wait, you don't care at all that this youngling is injured?" He doesn't even wait for an answer. "No, you do not." He answers himself bitterly.
"The name of the bus was Yukizora," he tells the little Tsume, inspecting her leg. Her second statement requires of him a brief pause as he makes sense of it. "Obstacle course? Well I've been called difficult by some. Do you hurt anywhere else besides this leg?"
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 26, 2005 21:15:27 GMT -5
"You're not surprised." He tells 'lan dryly, making known by the tone of his voice that he would have appreciated a warning. However, he doesn't seem too annoyed and simply sighs, shaking his head a little before shifting his attentions back to the youngling at his feet.
"Ooogh?" He mimics her tone exactly, adding a melodramatic eye roll as he brings his face down to inspect the other. It is not meant in ill spirit, however, but is only a silly response as he waits for her to gain back at least semblence of coherent thought.
"How do you fare, little one?" He asks momentarily, keeping his cold paws carefully away from the small Tsume as he inspects her.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 25, 2005 21:55:47 GMT -5
The male Tsume lurches forward a little and lets out a small grunt of surprise and pain. He stays in this hunched for position for a moment, and then slowly straightens back up, putting an icy paw to the back of his head.
"Ouch! And my head hurts." He exclaims, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. Well, at least he doesn't have to find any ice for the swelling.
He recovers rather quickly, blinking rapidly and shaking his head experimentally as if to listen for the sound of dislodged parts of his brain rattling about. Apparently finding nothing out of the ordinary, he turns his attentions back to the hatchling on the ground then looks up at the female Tsume with a raised eye...ridge.
"And what is this?"
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 25, 2005 21:04:33 GMT -5
"I don't think it really does." He's confused again but throws himself at his decision with a kind of wild abandon. Still, his voice is insecure and not nearly confident in this assertion.
"And I was wandering, really. I've heard of this Orchard before from those of my fosterland so I decided it warrented exploration. Unfortunately, I've never had a good sense of direction so coming out here alone I was just asking to lose my way. In which case perhaps I did come here to be lost." He smiles self conciously.
He sees the snowball and moves to the side to avoid it. Perhaps the thought of repossessing something he's shed off of his body does not appeal to him. It's more likely, though, that he just doesn't want the excess snow which would be useless to a being with a constant amount at hand (no pun intended) already. Either way, he moves with a surprising agility that is contains both the deliberateness and impulsiveness of his decision.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 25, 2005 20:14:48 GMT -5
He glances ruefully down at his front paws and clenches them tightly. Small pieces of snow and ice fall in a shower from them with a squeaky crunch. When he opens his paws, inside is a snowball formed from the eternal snow that makes up his front claws.
"Some of my cold is always on the outside," he sighs, "Catch." And he tosses the cold white sphere towards the other gently.
He is quite blissfully unaware of any such plans at the moment and so focuses on her answer to his question. "Well, I don't know what would keep you away. I suppose since you don't know, though, it doesn't matter. Or maybe it does matter but since I don't think so." He shrugs.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 23, 2005 21:26:47 GMT -5
He peers down quickly and shifts a little. "It can't be helped. My existence means such things happen and I prefer to exist," he remarks mildly. Still, he moves a little to his left and settles down again with a slight crunch of frozen crash and tinkle of icy spines. A light dusting of snow rises off of his wings in a flurry as he moves.
He sighs and shakes his head a little. "What brings you to this Orchard?" He asks after a lengthy silence has stretched itself between them.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 22, 2005 22:37:08 GMT -5
"It seems," He tells her with slight bewilderment, "That your idea of chronology and my idea of it are much different for if your word for tomorrow and my word for tomorrow mean the same thing, I do not see how this is possible." He stares at the ground for a moment as if gathering his thoughts and then sighs and shakes his head in defeat as if to concede that it is all too much for him to think about.
He is silent and then he shrugs. "Well, how do you do then?" It appears he's stopped even trying to question the strange happenings of this day.
"It is a fair enough day," He remarks, looking to the sky and then about him. "Though I prefer it colder."
The ground under him sparkles like diamonds.
(Sorry about how long the reply took. I managed to get a computer virus on Thursday and I only just got my computer up and running again.)
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 19, 2005 20:59:04 GMT -5
"We've met before, Aimserl'an. Good day, I am Yukizora." He says this as a statement and not as a question. He has no idea what is going on but something about the other's general poise and character leads him to believe her without question. Well, without much question.
"Excuse me, but ....we've met before?" A moment of disbelief escapes from his mouth in a quiet murmur. He looks at her, curiosity and apprehension flickering alternately across his solemn blue face. A slight breeze picks its way through the spikes on the back of his neck which rattle gently together as if they are made of ice. Perhaps they are.
"I do not understand...." His eyes dart to the clock. Something sparks in their depths. From the look on his face he doesn't seem to like the vague ideas that are beginning to form in his mind.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 18, 2005 22:47:13 GMT -5
He raises an eyebrow again at the mention of his name but doesn't move. For a long while he continues sitting, apparently eying her tail which appears to have transfixed him. He stays this way for so long that the grass under his claws grows a layer of frost so that it is no longer visible. Behind him his wings which are equally cold fan slowly and thoughtfully, sending waves of cold about his silvery blue body.
He seems frozen literally and metaphorically. Perhaps he is. However, he soon breaks the silence by speaking once more.
"I think it proper," He tells her quietly, "That if you know my name I should know yours. I won't be able to properly introduce myself otherwise. Though you already appear to know me. No matter, I think it still right to introduce oneself."
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 18, 2005 22:34:21 GMT -5
He blinks.
Though by his nature he is generally a creature of calm her words fluster him a little. He'd only wanted geographic directions out of the Orchard so that he could return home and perhaps settle down for a nap. He is a simple creature at heart and her words cause him some mild anxiety not for his future but because he simply doesn't wish to follow a conversation of this sort.
"I, I'm afraid I don't understand you. Forgive me, but I simply required a physical direction that would lead me to the exit of this particular Orchard. I'm afraid I've gotten turned around in the most literal sense."
He glances about as if to justify this.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 18, 2005 22:20:08 GMT -5
He stands competely motionless for a moment and then slowly a single eyebrow raises at her. He regards her thoughtfully for a moment and then very deliberately, it seems, opens his mouth to speak.
"I had a desire to know which way I should go but if it differs from which way I will go, then I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?"
His voice is surprisingly warm in relationship to his body temperature which is causing the grass about him to wither. Behind him are his visible tracks as broken white stars in the ground. He waits.
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Post by SyrSyr on Oct 18, 2005 22:03:36 GMT -5
Speaking of the cold, one who is nearly always cold but definitely doesn't mind the reduced temperature is approaching according to her expectation. He treds lightly with a sort of a reserved sort of grace that finds its beauty in the stillness about the tsume. Where his front claws touch the ground the grass there freezes and breaks in a brittle tinkle that echoes strangely in his silence. He seems to have a purpose in his stride though in reality he's quite lost. Seeing the other tsume he approaches her in hopes of finding his way out of this maze of trees.
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Post by SyrSyr on May 7, 2005 14:05:31 GMT -5
He tuts some more, drawing a claw along his knife which is mysteriously void of any blood. "Your corpses? What makes them yours? What do you plan to do with them anyway? I mean, they're lovely as decorations but after a while they start to smell..."
Shaking his head he sighs in mock sorrow then turns to her. "Not the very pleasant type are you?" The dark sockets regard her markings hollowly.
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Post by SyrSyr on May 5, 2005 21:44:12 GMT -5
If he has begun to feel the effects of her meddling he shows no sign, most likely because his attentions have turned to the two fallen tsumes once more. His passion.
"I have no real complaint for your mouth. Waking the dead has always been pleasurable for me whether done by traditional means...or not." He chuckles, one thin claw running along one of the tsume's chests. Then, with quick efficient strokes, he cuts a symbol into the dead tsume's flesh with his knife. He murmurs something then exhales into his skull which gives a ghostly whistle that echoes among the Orchard.
"The more the merrier." He murmurs as the once dead tsume begins to stir.
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Post by SyrSyr on May 5, 2005 21:11:13 GMT -5
His posture is that of mock horror though it's difficult to tell with his expression blocked out by the skull he wears. "Such language!" He tuts. "My dear, of the two of us you're more likely to wake the dead with that temper of yours."
Again, his expression is hidden but his voice portrays a mischevious grin.
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