Raiha

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Senrai rose to her feet silkily, her recently rebraided hair falling down to her knees, her eyes snapping and sparkling wildly. As she opened her mouth to speak, all members present who looked caught a flash of purple and red in her mouth. Her tone of voice spoke volumes, a smooth humanoid voice mixed with a low dark untertone that was an unmistakeable growl.[/i] "What's more of a damn shame is that I never got to taste your blood last night. ...." "Um....well..." "You being so good at running and hiding and all." [i]Trace stood swiftly coming between them. The Ctarl Ctarl was looking increasingly insane, or it was his very vivid imagination. Either way it was not difficult to picture her sitting on top of him, her mouth full of his blood and flesh, howling to the moon, writhing in ecsta-[/i] "Let's just get going." "As you wish. Captain."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]You are draging me down, Into sweet oblivion, Far away, From all the loud places. And instead I am here, In your arms, So warm, And safe and quiet. It is so very calm, And your eyes, Draw me, Down into the darkness. So still and sweet, I could drown, With you, All cool and quiet.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Lilia Sethen rolled her eyes and set her backpack on the table. As far as she was concerned, there was absoutely nothing to do until that point in time. Her family was content, she had no pressing social engagements, and certainly nobody to impress. She smoothed down the sides of her pants, they had been slightly creased in her rush to be on time, and looked up. For the most part, the people had dispersed, leaving herself, the Captain, and a rather bemused Mr. Van Ambrose. She shrugged and picked up her tea.[/i] "Lovely start to the day, don't you think? Mutated bugs, a bookshelf, and a *****." [i]The two men in attendence looked at her. Her voice conveyed a sense of both sarcasm and deep amusement, but on the exterior she was looking as cool as...god knows what.[/i] "Quite. Where are you staying?" "Nowhere in particular. Why?" "No reason." "....oh."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][i]Vajain silently kicked her knight on the foot in warning and smiled at her new hired help. Leon stood, shaking himself into wakefulness, retying his bandana, and buckling on his sword. Vajain smiled engnimatically and shook herself in response. Instantly the white robes blossomed onto her body like a blooming rose. She shook her hair free and it braided itself with absolutely no help at all. Then she secured it with a simple silver clasp, picked up from her vanity, then turned back, inserting her earrings as she moved.[/i] "Today will be hopefully less eventful than yesterday." "It will, we are here to serve you." "Naturally." [i]Her two servants stood to attention and she crossed her arms behind her back, smiling at them both. Then she turned her face towards the double doors leading back to her throne room, and they leapt to open them for her.[/i] "Once I have made it safely to my...lair...you may go eat breakfast in the kitchens Leon." [i]The male in question nodded gravely and stood to one side to allow her to pass. Razel bared his teeth at the mention of his name, then became impassive once more.The Drow noble smiled broadly and walked down the long corridor, Razel at her right and Leon at her left. Bodyguards. Of the best sort.[/i] "If Molvo should appear again.... If either of you are within range, tell the guards to leave. I want to ensure that nobody else is hurt." "Yes Mistress."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]"I understand you were part of the original mission." "That I was, I worked closely with almost every member of the crew." "Then you knew Satell." "Yes, very well, she was my patient on several occasions. ....how do you know about her?" "My mother used to work with her. Awhile back, she was part of the same military division." [i]She smiled almost egnimatically, her eyes seeming to shift from one color to the next. Van blinked, and everything returned to normal. He smiled congenially and took her arm, leading her to the table. The Captain turned and appraised her. She, never one to be looked down upon, stood and smiled in an almost heartbreaking way. For a moment, she reminded him so strongly of Satell that he almost gasped aloud. Then the moment passed and Lilia Sethen was holding out her hand for him to shake.[/i] "Captain Chubbs. Pleasure." "You're the Communications Specialist?" "The very same." "This will be interesting." "I certainly hope so." [i]She bowed slightly, an aftereffect of being in the Orient for so long. The captain smiled slightly and Mr. Ambrose looked quite amused.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I am the helpless, Drifting down, From the surface, To the darkness below. And I am alone, So very, Sad and depressed, That I won't ever. Come back to the, Top again, To see you, And your quiet face. Why did you go? Why come? When I couldn't, Even understand just why. Ta Naray.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Senrai whisked her tails with pleasure at the fast pace she could generate out of her battered body. Her fur had already regrown itself and her eyes had also repaired themselves, retinas, rods, and cones all accounted for. She saw the ship and watched in surprise as the door opened for her. She didn't bother to ask why it had done that, but she put on a burst of speed and charged in, the pads of her feet screeching her to a full stop within seconds of her pause.[/i] "HAHAH!" [i]Her laugh of triumph sounded in t he air. While headed up the stairs, Trance almost fell over her. She snorted, just about to transition back into her natural form. She laughed at him, a soft chuckling roar sound, and rose up onto her hind legs. Instantly, her fur peeld away and revealed her humanoid form once more. Her hair was in a slight state of dissaray and her clothes appeared to have gone through several meat grinders. She laughed and stripped off her ruined fatigues. That always seemed to happen to her after a good fight.[/i] "...little help here." [i]Her captain smiled and threw her an extra jumpsuit, and she pulled it on without question. The doors shut behind her and the ship left the docking bay.[/i] "You sure took your time." "I was lost." "Whatever." "Either way...I'm here, no?" "Did you get anything?" "A good scuffle, training session, some blood?" [i]She grinned at him insanely, rebraiding her hair all the while.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]What work is. Work is that, Which we all must do, To achieve that which we desire, To have success. Sucess is earned by hard work In this game that we call life, Even though we don't know, What we're really trying to do. Work and play, To very different concepts. Work is not to be enjoyed, While play is something we love to do. If you like your job, It must not be called work but play, And when you are paid, Congratulations on your part. So now, We know that we all must work, To gain sucess, To enjoy our lives without playing.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The taxi roared off in the distance, and she looked up at the building she had been led to by the e-mail she had recieved. She pushed her hair back once more, livening it up with her fingers, and redid the clips. A tall functionary stood by the doors and greeted her with a slight bow.[/i] "Are you here for the meeting miss?" "Yes, where is it?" "Cafeteria miss, can't miss it." "Thank you." [i]She entered and made tracks for the nearest bathroom, and changed her clothes after giving herself the best spongebath she could manage.[/i] ".....travel.....terrible for this time of year." [i]She shook her head in disgust, at the havoc it wreaked with her body, then got dressed. A simple pants suit, short sleeves, long flared pants, and matching heels. She smiled and picked up her things. This was going to be more than just a little interesting. Lilia walked out into the brightly lit hallway and followed the signs until she found the cafeteria. Upon quick inspection, she saw the group of older men that would obviously be part of the group. She took a deep breath and pushed the double swinging doors open. One of them stood up to greet her, and she smiled slightly. He held out his hand and she took it in hers firmly.[/i] "Lilia Sethen, Communications specialist."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Dance with me, Here and now, The music of your flute, In my ears. And with me, Singing the song, That we had almost forgotten, Heavy in day. Night with me, So very dark, Then becoming so very bright, The light from. Your eyes.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lilia Sethen watched the dull gray pallor of SFO come into view, and she smiled partway. They had rerouted from Oakland International airport.... ....but she wasn't complaining. Her bags were already within easy reach. Quite unlike the other hapless passengers. She pushed her hair behind her ears and drew out two bobbypins, carefully inserting both into her subduded locks. It wouldn't do to let the wind wreak any havoc with her already slightly messed up hair. As soon as the plane touched down, the sounds of hundreds of seatbelts clicking off reached her ears. Nobody ever waited for the Captain to turn off the seatbelt sign anyway. She laughed and pulled her briefcase into her lap. As the doors opened below her she pushed past the two slumbering seat mates and grabbed her duffel bag from the overhead bin. With practiced ease, she swung the 20 lb. pack onto her shoulders and strapped it down securely. Then, she turned and raised up her documents and headed down the narrow passageway to the retractable hall.[/i] "Current tempurature, 50 degrees F. Current wind speed, 28 miles per hour. Humidity, high." [i]Her dress pants flared out beautifully as she walked down the well lit marble halls, and she passed through customs with blinding ease. The cool temperature suited her far better than the stifling conditions of Guanzhou, China anyway. As the daughter of a South Korean ambassador, she was used to breezing through the tedious processes by simply flashing her papers through the plastic files. She waltzed through the automatic doors to the terminal and hailed a taxi.[/i] "Where to?" "New Madison please." "Credit or cash?" "Credit when we arrive." "Alright then." [i]The taxi swerved through the busy traffic and made its way on to the open highway. Lilia leaned back in her seat and relaxed. Finally, solitude and comfort.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]The daughter, Of a forgotten woman, Has come down, To my room. The girl, Is staying with me, And enjoying herself, In my company. The child, That I want to, Protect so carefully, Rests in happiness. The peace, Floods through my being, In my body, In my mind. She is my sister.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Vajain awoke with a start. Her dreams had been swift, rushing wind filling her ears, the sound of the underground ocean roaring as well, then the voice of Sharess imploring her to take up her power and use it to gain all that she desired. ....the only problem was that Vajain desired neither power nor absolute sovereignty. She had the position as leader of the clan and leader of the standing army. Klian was the diplomat, had his Council seat, and participated on required occasions. But other than that, the Nur'Lograin was blissfully separate from the angst of treaty laws and the suchlike. They were partially estranged, but still not under any threats. Their silence and indifference was at times aggrivating, but not enough to warrant any sort of attack from the Vas'Nurnae, or even an uprising from the fallen Dra'Coryul. Not that either had the power to vanquish their clan anyway. The Drow lady of her clan sat up, Leon fast asleep at the foot of her bed, Razel swiftly coming to attention as she rose. She smiled at him and held out her hands, drawing his head into her lap. He sighed and leaned against her chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat.[/i] "Are you jealous?" "...extremely Milady." "Relax.... .......your position is safe with me." [i]She smiled and leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead. He sighed once more and rested in her arms. Very calmly, she rose to her feet and magicked herself the same white robes she had worn the day before. For good measure she added a simple circlet over her head and matching earrings to add to her standing. She was planning on going into the heart of the city today. To visit with a select few persons. Maybe visit the temple and speak with a few Drowussu. Razel stood silently next to her, and the two waited for Leon to awaken. She was in no rush.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]So, We met for the first time, And instantly, Like a cool undercurrent. We, Pull each other in, Without a backwards glance, And only a forwards smile. I, So easily drawn, To your very wounded side, And will remain for now. You, Percieve so very much, From a girl-child, You barely even know. Now, That we're here, We will someday meet, Underneath the trees of the forest of the night.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Vajain closed her eyes, leaning against the cool marble of her throne. Everything was quiet, at peace, silent and wonderful. "Sharess...... ...guide me please. What would you have me do? I am very much alone, despite the excellent warriors I posess.... ......what if war really does approach?" Her sigh echoed breathily over the still halls. It was a sibilant sound, reverberating slightly, increasing in sound, then fading away into nothing. The hand of Sharess descended gently upon Vajain's mind, caressing it ever so softly. A darkening peace overwhelmed Vajain's mind, and her moan registered in the ears of both guard and hire alike. "I would have to act as our clan always has. Make no mistakes, compensate for weakness, be calm at the Council of the Nine. So easy to say... .....easier to do when surrounded by the other nobles.... .....so very young." Then she opened her eyes again and everything shimmered ever so slightly. She stood, her hair falling down to her waist. Vajain grinned and raised her hands, spreading them out over the hall. The lights in the walls dimmed, signalling the end of yet another eventful day. She stepped down from the throne, down the three steps, and smiled again. Razel and Leon approached her swiftly, bowing as they came.[/i] "What is it mistress?" "I am tired. .....it's time for rest." "We will have guards posted." "Of course." [i]She exited, the doors magicking open and closed for her as she glided across the room. Then she turned and headed down the hall, through a veritable warren of passageways and tunnels. Her own chambers appeared, the pentacles and upside down doors marking it as her own. She entered slowly, permitting both her knights to enter. As soon as they did, they felt the presence of centuries descend upon them. Inscence burned on the countertop, several vials and potions resting against the shelves. Innumerable books and scrolls neatly organized on the walls, an array of staffs and knives hanging from hooks. She smiled and sat on her futon, her legs crossed delicatley.[/i] "Make yourselves comfortable." [i]She indicated the various settes and chairs.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Hey baby, want to get it on when we land?" [i]The female in question turned her head to look at the male prepositioning her, a withering expression written on her delicatley beautiful features. Her voice was low and soft, contrasting sharply with his own.[/i] "......no..." "Aw, come on." "Fuck off." [i]The affronted male scowled at her and sat back in his seat. She looked out the window and rolled her eyes. Then she put the folding tray down and crossed her arms. Lilia Sethen placed her head on her arms and sighed quietly. It had been a boring flight, and she really didn't feel up to any socialization.... That and he wasn't her type. White, young, yuppie, just screaming, "I'm green, come and get me." Lilia rolled her eyes once more, then sat up straight. Her breifcase was at her feet, her purse, reduced to the minimum. A wallet tucked into her pocket and a small knife in her clevage. One that nobody had the guts to take care of. Security had let her slide, that and when she bent over to pick up her bag, they had sighed. Maybe with longing. The female looked bored. And rightfully so. It had been a long flight from South Korea, and she wasn't in the mood for anything besides inflight movies and the Sprite in her hand.[/i] "Damn....." [i]She wasn't nervous about the mission, danger almost intrigued her. But she was worried about what she might find. She was the best, but she wasn't happy. She was selfish, and admitted it.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]She's on an extended hiatus from which she may never return. And Flynn is being Flynn, most likely enjoying himself while his classmates suffer and die from a hiking accident. Either way, the tale seems to need a bit more excitement to it... ..personally. And why exactly do the gates of Hell fester?[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]*blushes and goes off to take a shower* Let's pretend that never happened... ..lesson learned, my head hurts. ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]As the army and its perspective warriors left the battle field, Ranforne tilted her head to one side and felt the haft of her staff. The gauntlet slithered over her skin and left her arm, snaking around her neck once more. It glowed gold briefly, then fadded down once more into a simple collar. She sighed and looked ahead. The orcs had fled, their scent was rappidly leaving, but apparently, something would remain. The men were afraid. Not blinding panic, but a slight nagging fear in the back of their minds, the kind that could spiral out of control if given enough time to ferment. Ranforne hissed between her teeth and lit her staff's point ever so slightly. C'tar glanced her way, then frowned. While she wasn't drawing heightened attention to herself, the light was still as bright as a distant star. He made his way over through the marching lines.[/i] "Are you searching for more trouble?" ".....do you want your men to stumble in the dark?" "There are stars shinning." "And until we draw nearer to the fortress of Thingol, and the stars burn bright blue, I do not think it will be wise to be led on by burning flame alone." [i]He sighed. Of all the Istari that walked the land, the Drisven one could be the most stubborn and unmoving. Then again, she let the light fade a touch, and held it diagonal acrost her chest. He was about to question, when he felt a prickle on the back of his neck and saw a small sign appear where her fist grasped the cherrywood staff. A pentacle, a dark sign, one that most saw as a sign of fear and witchcraft, forming around her hand. Beleg glanced in her direction, but she appeared to not notice, the light dim, her hair resting at her shoulders, and a slow glimmer to her golden eyes. Her robes swished as she walked, and the pentacle faded within minutes. C'tar looked unnerved.[/i] "What was the meaning of that?" "A sensing device. I was able to search over the path, and the killing field behind us. The bodies of the orcs and the shell of the balrog are fading swiftly." ".....a pentacle, a sign of the darkness." "That is a lie. Fabricated by those who would wish to give the Eru a bad name. Light and dark can not exist within the same coil. And Thingol has watched me do such things before....... ...and sanctioned my use of it." "It is still unwise to flaunt such a gift before the men." "Did any of them notice it besides yourself and Beleg?"[/COLOR]

[color=royalbluel]Take my life, In your hands, With an ethric sight, To shed an old sign. And be replaced, By something other, Than the same old, We've lived for so long in. Now that we're, Transcending the past, We can fly above, The confusion below.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Soo wrong? Since when was it wrong for a government to stand up for what it believed in? If the state of Florida will not allow for gay marriages, then maybe gays should move to Massachusetts. Either way, marriage is a religious thing, therefore not to be confused with "domestic partners."[/color]

[color=royalblue]What is life? But a sick cycle, That we all take part in, Ridding around. And around, And around, With no hope, Of ever breaking free. We're all carousel horses, Painted with verneer, No reference to what's, Really lurking beneath. And only some, That question their existance, Will ever come to realize, That once upon a dawn. They were something, Something with power, A wild mustang, Crashing through the prarie. Free to move, Free to make mistakes, Free to pick a path, And run with it.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Vajain reflected quietly, seeming to observe the rappidly healing skin that spread gracefully over her wrist, visible through the soaked bandana. She grinned and looked up, her eyes snapping with amusement. Razel eyed the Vas'Nurnae with a cold eye. He had risen to his feet sometime during the verbal exchange and appeared to be darkening once more. His eyes glimmered faintly as he took a step forward. The female in question glared back at him. They exchanged in a battle of wills...... ..which was abruptly cut off by a smooth cultured voice that could've only belonged to Klian Nur'Lograin. He had put on his circlet, adjusted his robes, and entered the room without a sound. Then he took a step forward, the swish of his robes bringing both Drow lady and Vampyre man back to reality. Razel stood his ground, still eyeing the woman.[/i] "I sincerely hope I'm not inturrupting anything." [i]The female leader of the clan would've breathed a sigh of relief, at his perfec timing, but it simply was not the right time for that. Instead she stood as well, any traces of pain removed as the bandana fell to the floor. To come between the two would've certainly been interesting, if a waste of her power.[/i] "Oh surely not. .....I was hoping you could escort the Lady of the Vas'Nurnae to your chambers for refreshment and conversation." "But of course." [i]He turned, a model of courtly manners and chivalry. He offered his arm to her, his eyes sparkling with what could've been sincerity.[/i] "Milady?" [i]Kishandri's eyes narrowed, and she broke the connction betwen herself and Razel. With a similar swish of her robes, she took her leave, the throne room doors opening easily. Klian played his part perfectly and took her arm up with his. Vajain snarled as the doors reappeared, her fists tightening ever so slightly. Razel bowed at her feet, picking up the bandana and handing it to her. She took it up in her hands, gripping it tightly, almost ripping it to shreds with her nails as she vented her spleen.[/i] "That lying bitch. Coming here like that...... ....Leon!" [i]He looked up from his task and entered the throne room. Vajain composed herself and handed him his bandana, being carefult to hold it with the arm that had been wounded.[/i] "My thanks. ......... ....." [i]He accepted it gratefully, looking at the recently scarred flesh.[/i] "Are you healed?" "I am quite fine... ...watch Klian and the lady Kishandri please. And watch yourself. That Vas'Nurnae is not a safe person."[/color]

[color=royalblue]Even if she was incapable of feeling it, Lena was asked to perform a request she had not been programmed to perform. So she agreed, and in that agreement, she put aside a part of herself. Therefore, what's to say that she won't do it again, and with another human she is asked to destroy? If it happens again, won't she simply be forced to change her programing and eventually question herself why she was programmed to act a certain way?[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Vajain, her arms holding her knight steady, turned her head to glance at Leon, who had swiftly removed himself and stayed in the shadows, well out of danger. Her eyes flashed a brilliant silver and she inclined her head.[/i] "If you are done.... ....and have no further requests of me, Leon the Mercenary, please take yourself elsewhere until a more suitable date." "Are you asking me to leave the fortress?" "If that is your wish, you may. But if you desire to replace the guard that was slain by Malvo, you may. And take my colors with you." [i]He narrowed one eye, then nodded. Vajain pointed two fingers at him on her right hand and whispered a swift incantation. Instantly, the sign of the pentacle burned itself onto his shoulder, through armour and clothing and flesh. He winced, then grasped his spear and left the throne room. Vajain Nur'Lograin held Razel, concern written on her face. Klian, in his own throne room, turned his own head and listened to steps down the corridor. The Vas'Nurnae representative would be bidden to speak with him and not his mistress. With steady hands, no longer shaking from worry, the female Drow placed her body against his, putting pressure over the gaping wound. She could hear his heart beating, and she laughed aloud. The wound had barely grazed the edge of his weakness, and was easily repairable. Blood poured from the wound, then swiftly slowed down to nothing much at all. Vajain lowered her head to the wound and slowly licked the disarayed jagged edges of flesh down, her saliva acting as a sealant. Before long, the wound on both sides had scabbed over and sealed itself, leaving a very minor scar. A scar that was more from Vajain's body than Malvo's. Razel's color was still not right, and Vajain raised her arm to her lips, bitting the inside of the wrist. She placed it gently at her knight's lips, her fingers caressing the sides of his face. Then she lowered her lips to his ear, and his eyes flew open at the sound.[/i] "....Razel, awaken. Feed and renew yourself."[/color]

[color=royalblue]Actually I would just like to mention that the song of the Sailors was wonderful, although I had visions of subway sandwiches and a conversation with Charles that involved inappropriate body fluids and singing.[/color]