Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Neuvox Megelani was at it again. He could smell her delicate perfume from the doors. And there she was, lying down on her bed, barefoot, but still wearing those infamous baggy pants. Glasses on, reading a thick text book entitled: "Gray's Anatomy." Aerow walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. She looked up at him, removing her glasses at the same time. Then she rewareded him with a glittering smile.[/i] Trance: May I help you? Aerow: Yeah....my mech needs repair....so I'll need your hands too. Trance: Playing soldier again? Aerow: Not funny Doctor. Trance: What? [i]He rolled her eyes. She grinned and rolled out of her bunk. Feet were slammed into her boots and she grabbed her clipboard and favorite wrench.[/i] Trance: One of these days....I'm gonna learn to say no to you. Aerow: But until then.... Trance: Oh yes dear. I just slave away for you, and everyone else in this damned complex. [i]The two walked into the hanger, and she looked at the thrashed Mech with a critical eye.[/i] Trance: Mobile Aurmor Suit-C. Needs a lot of work. What the hell did you do? [i]He grinned sheepishly, and she tacked a sheet of blueprint paper to her clipboard. Then she removed her pencil/dart and began sketching another design for the sides.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]YAY!! My opinions mattered! Somebody listened to me! *faints* Thank you Dear.[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]*is slightly confused* The Dark Fairy Kilda Age: 392 Specialty: Kilda can bend the elements at will. This is a cause of killing so many elemental fairies. Bio: She was an elemental fairy of wind, yet she went bad. Learning that she could kill without grief, she went on a rampage. When she married Jeric, the Dark Times began. Although I would like to be able to create my own unique character. Do you think that would be acceptable Logan? I'm not much for just going with the hardcore rules, although I do follow them. [/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Maybe you should start it and keep the sign ups open. I'm itching to begin....cause I haven't joined an RPg like this in several months. *likes being a doctor*[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]There is a pain that can not be medicated away, There is a sorrow that can not be touched, And a whimper that never will be stilled, The sounds of agony. The sounds of deprivation, The sounds of an orphan child.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Goooood lord what a slut! J/K dear. Took forever to load though....and I could say something about the extreme ugliness of those shoes, but I won't. Because the dress was nice. You have several spelling errors darling, just wanted to point that out for my obsessive compulsive self's sake. Change them please. Danka.[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]Well then....time to bring in a bit of culture. Name: Dr. Luyii "Trance" Megelani Age: 28 Appearance: see attatchment. Usually wears a flowery blouse and khakis to work. But for this occasion, she will wear a long black evening gown, strappy stilleto heels, and silver jewelry. She never does fashion by halves. Personality: Well mannered, calm, and somewhat indifferent. She knows that she has the skill to save lives, and lets people know it. Sarcastic in the extreme, but also a well tempered conversationalist. She also has a certain skill with seduction, which she twists to her advantage. Possessions: Pack of Tipillaro cigarettes, black leather purse filled with the usual female posessions; tampons, condoms, makeup, wallet complete with credit cards and cash, ID, mirror, poisoned switchblade [okay, not so usual], and a lighter. Background: Raised into a well to do family, she excelled in the fine arts and the medical field. Her childhood was calm and uneventful, and she did quite a bit of traveling. For college, she attended U.C. Berkley, as well as other universities as a transfer student. Her majors were both Medicine and Language. In addition, she has a minor in physical education. Hence: she has both head knowledge and considerable skills with self defense. She has had a long string of lovers, but nothing ever lasted. Her abilities of speaking other languages involve Latin, French, Spanish, and a great affinity for American Sign Language. All four are employed in her work. As a doctor, she has a good sense of human behavior and communication. When people feel something, she can sense it right away, be it hope, fear, pain, or dishonesty. Very little escapes her, and her poker face is one to be reckoned with. Anyone who would like to pull the wool over her eyes would be hard pressed to get it over her eyelashes. She's a born cynic. Right now, she is a successful doctor in a good practice. Her speciality is in reproduction and child birth. Outstanding Qualities: Resiliance, Self Esteem, Prudence, and Beauty. Other Notes: Someday hopes to get married and open a practice of her own. There is a diamond shaped scar over her right breast and under her left thigh. Both are from childhood injuries.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]I hate X-rays. I've had about 4 in my lifetime, all annoying as hell. Not only do the X-ray people ask the dumbest questions, No, my dad is not my HUSBAND! No, for the last time, I am not a teenage pregnancy case! But they also try to hurt you as much as possible. I broke my wrists, they twist my arms in impossible directions. I break my collarbone, they make my lie down flat...as if it doesn't hurt. I break my finger, they twist it around to get the perfect angle. Oh vile and evil X-rays...may you wither and decay with time![/COLOr]

[COLOr=royalblue]Wow, our fearless and fascinating James has asthma? Cool. They asked me all those pathetically stupid questions that were already in my file when I went in yesterday. Are you pregnant? With what? A disk drive? Do you have asthma? We've been over this before Are you married? Hah, that's a good one. Are you single? Well if I'm not married...I couldn't have been divorced....and that means....*gasp* I must be single! Are you worried? Is this another trick question?[/cOLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]And now.....a cool female that will save your sorry åsses. ;) Name: Neuvox Megelani, M.D. Nick Name: Dr. Trance Age: 17 Weapons: Wrench, Tranquilizer darts, 9mms. Arsenal: The usual aurmor peircing bullets, extra magazines for her guns. Bio: The daughter of a brilliant Mech creator, she's both intelligent and strong. Despite her fraglie appearence, she can put up a really good fight when it comes to hand to hand combat. Since she could talk, her dad taught her the finer points/basics of mech repair and building. In short: You've got a sick Mech, she can put him back together again. However, he was killed in an attack from his own side. Right now, she's working for the murderers of her parents, even though she knows they did it. They all think she's brainwashed to serve them, but in reality, she knows exactly what she's doing. Generally, she's got a tough demeanor, but underneath the wisecracks and sarcasim, she's a sweet girl. But if you piss her off, she'll kick you off the construction ramp with the assistance of her size 9 army boots. You've been warned. In addition to her skills with machines, she's also good with people. As a registered Doctor, she can patch you up, administer drugs, and perform surgery. But if you try to feel up on her, Dr. Trance will knock you out. Permanently. General Skills: Mech repair, creation, markswoman, and doctor. Description: see attatchment. Glasses are only for close up work btw. Yes, that's a swimsuit under those baggy pants. The purple hair is a side effect of a unique experemint, the baggy patns are from her dad. And that pencil is actualy a dart in disguise.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Ode to Valium: They said it would hurt, I didn't feel a damn thing, Maybe it was the earlier pain, Dulling this whole stupid operation. On the gurney, Going into a cold room, I remember being strapped down, Injected with something good. Why do you ask? Yes, I feel very happy, You must be my doctor, Wow you have beautiful eyes. And that's a marvel, Cause I'm not even wearing my glasses, And you must be the nurse, Wow you have lovely hair. Although I can't see it under the hood, Are you wearing a hood? Am I... Wow.....purple haze man. Jimi Hendrix is cool, Am I talking too much? Did I say something stupid in my sleep? Thanks for all your hel-he....help....yeah.[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]Everybody guess what..... Your dear sweet Raiha-san has survived her annoying and rather belated SURGERY!!! Everybody cheer! So here's the interesting and rather nitty gritty story: Several months ago, I noticed I had a lump in my right [nobody giggle here] breast. It wasn't painful at the time, but it wasn't natural. So in May, I went in for a physical, and they said: "Oh dear, you need to have a mammogram. And an ultrasound. This isn't normal." I said: "Oh ****." So I went in and the ladies squished my chest in a vice. Suffice to say, it was very annoying and pissed me off. Yes, it did hurt everybody. So then the radiologist called: "You have a grand tumor in your right breast, here's the referal slip for your specialist." I said: "Oh damnit." So I went to Dr. Ramsey Araj. Yes everyone, he is a MAN! *cries* And yesterday.....duh duh duh.....I was taken to the hospital. They sat me down in one of those rediculous hospital gowns and hooked me up to the IV. Which, btw, hurt like hell. The tourniquet wasn't done well, and my anesthesiologist [guy who knocks me out] was waaaaaay too relaxed for my taste. He reminded me of Jimi Hendrix, which explains why the last thing I remember before I went under was "Purple Haze." I woke up in a daze, maybe it was the Valium, threw up, and promptly brought the nurses running. :D They said I was fine, recovering well [hah, liars], and discharged me into my parents care. So here I am. A sore boob, with TITANIUM STAPLES in it, a bruise on my left hand from the IV drip, and a cool wristband with my vital information on it. Go me. Who else has had surgery? What's your horror story? Mine wasn't soooo bad. But it sure is annoying. No shower for 48 hours, ice pack for 24, no eating spicy food. And I love peppers.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Shalistrae smiled and sipped her wine slowly. Her family and friends were getting stranger every second. As soon as she was finished, she left the hall and flew to the dreaming caverns again. She hovered outside the entrance to Vichante's place, waiting. Her wings moved slowly, enough to keep her in place. With her ears and hands, she could sense his movement, his dark and tormented thoughts. The lines of a song replayed themselves in her head, and she gave voice, knowing he could hear.[/i] "If I smile and don't believe, Soon I know I'll wake from this dream. Don't try to fix me I'm not broken, Hello. I am the light, living for you, so you can hide. Don't cry."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Woah, trippy. Are you saying that I'm talking to a friend of yours? Say yes, cause I'm kinda confused....[must be the painkillers/valium] ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]She came back, looking calm and collected, something clenched in her hand. She motioned to the long low, oriental style table. He sat down and she knelt on the sette. She set her hand on the table and opened it. Instantly, 8 lapis stars, ringed with amesthoi appeared.[/i] Neuvox: I've been hired to look for these. My skills as a theif are somewhat of a ledgend. Ilmiwyrth: I believe you. Why these? Neuvox: There's a story that....if the thirteen stars are brought together, the wearer of such a crown will have infinite wisdom. My reward is handsome. But I do it as a favor. Ilmiwyrth: You need help? Neuvox: Not really. I wouldn't mind a body guard. One that can lift me up with a finger.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Lie to me again, I want you to be alone with me, That way, I can prove you wrong. Hit me again, I want you to feel my skin on yours, That way, I can know you truly hate me. Call me with cruelty again, I want you to see how small you really are, That way, I can see you with eyes unclouded. Don't even hope for me to love you.[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]Neuvox: Oh whatever. Ilmiwyrth: So then...where exactly are we going? Neuvox: To the city. It's the best place to start. Ilmiwyrth: ....what exactly will we find? Neuvox: We'll start with my employer, then we'll move on. Ilmiwyrth: Heh. Is he your husband? Neuvox: HAH! Husband?!?? Me? [i]He snorted, then smiled at her again. She was indignant, but it was only a show. Secretly, she found him fascinating, but not really something to persue. The half Baalor smiled at her. She was easy enough to bait, but something about her wasn't quite right. She pushed open a huge set of doors, large enough for even him, and they entered her haven.[/i] "Who is this......?" "He's a Baalor, from the Family." "Going to show him the sights?" "With your permission uncle." [i]The voice paused. Then agreed.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]A dark shadow walked up to them, covered with nothing but blackness. Leimon and Sayuri were completely relaxed, and upon seeing this, the darkness contracted as well. He sat down next to Sayuri, lazy and calm.[/i] Unknown: Why aren't you afraid? Sayuri: I know power when I see it. It's best not to tempt it into battle. Unknown: You've piqued my interest Sayuri. Your view of life, and the way you talk to your partner is nothing I've ever seen before. Leimon: She treats me as her equal. As something that will continually evolve. Unknown: And she is right. You will be strong. That is what I see. Sayuri: Why are you here? Unknown: Why are you here? Sayuri: To see what there is. My world is dead. Unknown: There is not much here but power. And death. And fear. And those children that want to change things. Sayuri: What do you want with me then?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lifé looked up from her meal and stared into what seemed to be nothing. Ilmiwyrth stared at her in general.[/i] Rinkayum: What is it Lifé? Lifé: Shalistrae let him go into the dream cavern. Shalistrae: Actually....*walks in* I led him there. Rinkayum: Did you use your head? Shalistrae: No. My irresistable charm. He'll dream for at least a day or two. Ilmiwyrth: Let me guess, the room is devoid of any amethstoi. Lifé: Pretty much. It'll be hell for him, but not as bad as he's wishes. Shalistrae: I hope he lives. Rinkayum: I hope he stops feeling sorry for himself. Lifé/Ilmiwyrth: When that happens, we'll call you.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]I serve somebody else, He is stronger, Wiser, Braver, Far more faithful than you. I love somebody else, He is kinder, Lovlier, Truer, Far more than mortals deserve. And now I am with Him, Not with you, And now I am happier, Not afraid and alone. If you fear Him, Wisdom is at hand, If you mock Him, Foolishness is near. I serve Him, I love Him, I trust Him, And now my time has come.[/cOLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]He found himself in her room. Of all places. There were several carved rock windows, too small to jump out of, carved bone statues here and there. And a small table that must have served as an altar, if the inscence was any indication. He sniffed. The sweet musky smell of her body, the delicate scent of moonflowers. Moonflowers. That rung a few bells.[/i] Shalistrae: Having fun invading my personal space? Vichante: Only looking. Shalistrae: That scent you're trying to place is the same scent that Lifé is saturated with. Vichante: Why? Shalistrae: She serves the Angelorum. It's the scent they leave behind on mortals they touch. Vichante: You didn't look like it. Shalistrae: Both of us are somewhat.....unique, in the group of servants to them. [i]She smiled at him, showing her feral teeth. Then the wind whipped up in earnest this time, and he wrapped himself up. She seemed unaffected. Maybe it was the light brown fur she was covered in. The two stared at eachother for some time, until she sat down on her low futon bed, and smiled at him.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She laughed at him, then blew a kiss in his direction. Ilmiwyrth stared. Here was definetly a bizare creature. Unafraid, proud in general, and totally out to lunch. He wondered what her motive was exactly....until she held out her hand to lead him over the mountains.[/i] Neuvox: Come on. You don't want to get lost. Or fall off a very large cliff. Ilmiwyrth: I doub that will be a problem. And why in the world do you want to hold my hand? Neuvox: You're sexy. That's why. [i]She rolled her eyes and touched his face swiftly. "It's easier for me to relay thought this way you idiot. And you want to get all the information possible....don't you?"[/i] Ilmiwyrth: And here I was actually being flattered. Neuvox: Your choice dear.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Smooth Operator" He's laughing with another girl And playing with another heart. Placing high stakes, making hearts ache. He's loved in seven languages. Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky. Heaven help him, when he falls. Diamond life, lover boy. We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy. City lights and business nights. When you require streetcar desire for higher heights. No place for beginners or sensitive hearts When sentiment is left to chance. No place to be ending but somewhere to start. No need to ask. He's a smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator. Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male. Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale. Face to face, each classic case. We shadow box and double cross, Yet need the chase. A license to love, insurance to hold. Melts all your memories and change into gold. His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Not if the cop is ugly. *snicker* Then it's just repulsive. Chopsticks are okay. I've done it hundereds of times.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]*has a quick vision of getting strip searched and arrested at San Francisco international Airport* Oo. If I brought a gun *cough* Concealed Weapon *cough* I would probably get my åss beated by my team leader. Not only would I cause us to miss our flight, I'd also set a bad example for the rest of the group. But I still wouldn't mind bringing my knife. :devil: Anyways, Chopstics, clothes for all weathers, blooks, umbrella, and uh....a gun. Gotcha.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Ilmiwyrth stared. There was a strange female Faun, watching him with half shut eyes. Not only was she reclining against the hard rock as if it was a lounge, she was also smiling partway at him. Neuvox stretched luxuriously, then looked at him, lying on her stomach. He thought about changing shape again, but it was too late. If she had been here as long as he thought, she wouldn't be impressed.[/i] Neuvox: Nice....a half Baalor. Ilmiwyrth: And you are? Neuvox: A Dark Faun. One of the last. Ilmiwyrth: ...why are you watching me? Neuvox: You're adorable....in a twisted sort of way. Do you have a name? Ilmiwyrth: ....try and guess. Neuvox: Hello Ilmiwyrth. If I knew your species, there's a good chance I know your name. Helps to be friends with the snakes.[/COLOR]