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Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 16:16:43 GMT -5
[HA HA. . .short post.]
"Well then, lead the way to Sieglinde!"
She said cheerfully, looking over at Melchior.
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Post by Luka on Jul 15, 2008 20:43:59 GMT -5
Before Melchior could reply, Basilisk stepped between the two, blocking their view of each other. He reached out and grasped the girl's shoulders, effectively flipping her around to face the other way as he gave her a nudge to make her walk in front of him in the opposite direction.
"Actually I don't think that would be a good idea right now. Isn't that right, Melchior? After all you've only just woken up, you really should go back to bed. Sieglinde isn't even with you right now, is she? That must mean that she's all alone right now...right?"
Eis' cool voice slipped in to finish. "That's right, Pygmalion...in your hurry to get here, you left her all alone. Please don't be so careless. I'll be by to wake you both later."
Now Melchior looked like he was the one going to burst into tears. Giving a quick shake with his head since he had been stricken speechless he turned and rushed out of the room like a spurned All My Children character.
"Don't worry. He'll be back later." Basilisk replied calmly as he released Samantha's shoulders once the other Methuselah had left. The conductor breathed out a sigh of relief and slight anxiety. No one just DEMANDS to be taken to Seiglinde so casually unless they felt like DYING. But then again she didn't know that. So many things left to learn...
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Post by Adrian on Jul 15, 2008 22:02:49 GMT -5
"Aw. . .ok. I really wanted to meet her though. She must be some kind of girlfriend for him to like her so much."
Samantha said after Melchior had gone, turning to face the first man who had ever laid his hands on her. The very first man she had met in her entire life. But regardless of those things her words carried this undertone that she hardly understood anything. Even what she was saying likely lost its full meaning to her for now. It was as if the girl was only half of an incomplete mind like most newborns were until enough time had passed.
"Is there anyone else that's going to show up soon? I sure hope so. Next thing I know there'll be a powerful wizard or an angel. Something like storybook characters, since Helga, you're like a wizard-ess. Or just a really nice witch. And you Basilisk, you. . ."
She paused, puzzled for a moment as a realization struck her.
'. . .what exactly is it you can do anyway? I want to see! And what does Melchior do?"
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Post by Luka on Jul 16, 2008 0:06:33 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah...she's something like that. Best not to get into too much detail right now seeing as how you've only just met."
He looked down at the girl, a thoughtful finger placed under his chin. A wizard and an angel? Now just WHO might she have been talking about? His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh," Helga responded casually as she flipped through what looked to be a book of some sort. "...more are bound to come by. Don't worry about it."
While Samantha was probably busy listening to Eis, Basilisk reached out with a fingertip and touched the flower that decorated her breast pocket, barely touching the tip of his index finger to the edge of a petal. There was a small crackling sound. When the girl would look down the flower would be encased in what looked like gleaming quartz.
"Something like that..." The curly-haired man responded to her question about what he could do. It was a very vague answer though.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 16, 2008 1:26:14 GMT -5
She saw the narrowed eyes.
"What?"
The innocent tone made it clear she didn't realiz who her words might be used to describe at all. Eis Hexe knew the girl had literally just been born today as did Basilisk hopefully. She wanted to make friends, not enemies. Recieving such a 'harsh look' in her opinion slightly frightened the girl. Not to cry, but to almost want to look away in guilt even though she had done nothing wrong. It showed in her eyes that he was making her uncomfortable, that the words she spoke were honestly chosen at random.
JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE: @_@;;
But when he changed the flower poking out of her breast pocket, a look of amazment crossed her face before a small smile broke out. A forgiving one, if he chose to believe in her youthful innocence as she rightfully deserved him too. Samantha swooned sincerely [say that 3x fast] over what he had transformed the flower into, moved by how beautiful was in her eyes. It made her quickly look up at the man before speaking with child-like admiration.
"I'll never take it off!"
Samanatha saw it as a gift.
[[ You just used my favorite vague answer btw. KE KE KE!]]
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Post by Luka on Jul 16, 2008 4:57:46 GMT -5
A faint smile wormed it's way over his thin lips despite how hard he tried to keep it from showing itself. "...good, then." It was likely he would do the same to the flowers she had given him earlier.
"I'm more of a behind-the-scenes person myself though. So it's very doubtful that you'll see me on the front lines...er, of our...campaigns...Rallies and what-have-you." he added quickly.
"Don't forget selling cookies door to door..." Helga muttered, half-listening to their conversation.
"Yes, that too...which is something you might be able to help with later. But unfortunately, only uber-important members do that."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 16, 2008 9:49:18 GMT -5
The fact she had managed to pull a smile out of the other made her happy for some reason she didn't quite understand yet. Probably since it was the only way she knew someone was happy with what she had done to earn it. Or maybe he just looked like someone to her that needed to smile more often.
"Aw, ok. I could help give you ingrediants for the cookies though! Right? I'm sure of it!"
She added in after sounding slightly dissapointed, this club kind of sounded weird to her when Basilisk tried to describe it. The girl knew nothing about what frontlines or campaigns even were. . .so only rallies really sunk into her mind. Oh well, there was time to ask about frontlines & such later on in the day. Just let it wait until tomorrow, since right now meeting the other members was the most important of all to her. Plus it would pay off for the Orden in case someone that WASN'T a member of the club tried to sneak in while the rest were all away on cllub duties.
"So what does Melchior do? And how long has this club been around anyway? Probably a lot longer than me. . ."
Her questions likely wouldn't end for some time.
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Post by Luka on Jul 17, 2008 3:19:14 GMT -5
It did seem that Basilisk was not a man who smiled very often. He also seemed to be the most stable of any other member of the Rosencreutz Orden had shown themselves to be. But then again, he was also one of the least-seen operatives of the RKO.
"It's been around for quite a long time. I'm not even one of the founding members...so I guess that might give you an idea. Of course, just because our group hasn't been around doesn't mean that our agenda hasn't been. It's a rather old idea, but not many have come as close as we have. We'll be the only ones who will succeed...of course that would mean the end of my hobbies but...the greater good, yes?" The last part was added somewhat wistfully, another very faint curve of his lips appearing again.
If Samantha knew anything about what he was talking about, it would become clear that Balthasaar was entirely devoted to their cause. Whatever that happened to be.
An interested expression crossed his calm face. "Why do you ask so many questions, Samantha? Why are you so eager to learn about something that you have only just discovered? There is no turning back once you've pledged yourself to Contra Mundi."
Eis Hexe's focus was on the conversation now, although she still held her pose as if she were still reading her book. It wasn't that she had lost interest in the girl. . .it was that her patience had run rather low. The Ice Witch had a much different personality than she had previously displayed. . .one far different than the matronly nymph statue.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 17, 2008 11:11:30 GMT -5
The green-haired girl listened itently to everything Basilisk said about the origins of the RKO that he was willing to reveal. Despite not understanding how they planned on changing the world, or how cookie delivering factored into it, she still took interest. Indeed she could sense just how devoted this man standing before her was to the cause of their group. But who was the Contra Mundi? From the way he worded it her young mind slowly pieced together that he was talking about the RKO's leader. A man Helga had described to her with such an admiration that this Innocent Devil was determined to meet him as soon as possible.
"Because I don't know anyone else, I suppose. I'd be all alone without Helga. . .or you."
Samantha replied softly, looking down at the ground as she tried to think of the right answer. Not in the sense it would make the Emanciated Musician happy with her, but rather one she knew internally to be correct. The girl wanted to say exactly what she meant to say so that everyone understood how much she appreciated all of what they had done. Giving her the first home she had ever known, new clothes, and the very first 'friends' she had ever truly known in her short little life.
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Post by Luka on Jul 19, 2008 1:12:02 GMT -5
His thin lips seemed to curl again in a sort of 'that'll do' kind of smile. Not one that was creepy or overbearing, but one that seemed outwardly satisfied with her answer.
"Not to pry, but don't you remember anything prior to your meeting with Helga?" He crossed his arms loosely over his chest. "It is very strange for someone to be born fully grown after-all. Can't you think of anything at all? Any names, faces or...places?" The pause came when he realized that he almost made a rhyme. Well, at least he had a sense of humor.
"That's what I told her earlier." The ice witch chimed in briefly.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 21, 2008 21:38:03 GMT -5
"It is?"
Samantha shot the question back untintentionally not knowing such a thing to be out of place at all. The girl had understandings of some things which were basic, such as walking etc. But of other things this youth had absolutely no comprehension at the moment, an uncompleted mind that had only bits of useful information. It left her quite vulnerable to all sorts of situations & predicaments that most would do very well to avoid. Much like the scenario she had currently placed herself within from birth.
"I. . .I don't remember anyone at all. There is one place I know, with trees and other things I'm sure I can create if I learn how. But I know somethings by an almost second-nature. Like when I walked on water, it just happened. My flowers just appear, even if it takes some level of skill to create them. Everything just feels as if it was left to me by someone else. Does that make any sense?"
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Post by Luka on Jul 22, 2008 18:14:34 GMT -5
Balthasaar had opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by an entirely different voice. One which seemed to echo from the very walls itself, from the shadows themselves.
"Of course it isn't. Bumbling fools. Can't you do -anything- right?"
The source of the new voice just seemed to appear, as if he had pulled himself into being. Formed from thin air. He stood in front of Samantha, gazing at her calmly. His dark eyes ran over her form slowly, making note of every visible detail.
His very presence seemed to flip a switch in regards to the other two Methuselah. A low hiss immediately spilled from Eis Hexe's painted lips, the normally soft skin pulling back to reveal her deadly fangs. Even the normally calm Basilisk underwent a change though not as visible; his soft brown eyes glinting with hatred as they narrowed and he turned to face the thin figure to his right.
The figure merely smiled at their reactions. "Oh excuse me. Did you think something like this would go unnoticed? Sorry to burst your bubble so suddenly..."
"Although I find your idiocy unsurprising, I find your utter lack of regard for the safety of Contra Mundi appalling." The man in black scoffed, flicking aside a long lock of ebony hair. "Never this late in the game would even -I- think it would be a good idea to bring a stranger into the current home of Our Lord. Especially someone like this..." The smile on his thin lips grew as he allowed his last word to linger.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 25, 2008 12:30:17 GMT -5
A new emotion made itself known to the girl.
Before the voice had even spoke for the first time, this young inductee had remained facing the same way. Deep within it felt as though something might explode in front of her, getting a sense of total opposition. At the sound of his voice her muscles surprisingly did not tense at the strange presence she felt all around. Even as this occured she did not turn away for a sheer second in hesitation or fear. Her usual nature seemed to suffocate during the birth of this strange new feeling that reached its peak as a man with hair the color of his very soul appeared before her like a nightmarish apparition that wouldn't go away.
So what if he was incredibly handsome.
All around her she could feel the hostile feelings start to build in those she had just started to call her family. Just who was this person that could make them feel such a way? Her undeveloped psyche tried to feed upon the nourishment of this new emotion that might possibly change her behaviour forever. But even as a strange feeling tried to take control of her in one effortless sweep, she stifled it. Willpower suffocated the feeling he inspired within her very core.
Unfortunately it was hard to hide things.
On the outside her body itself seemed entirely normal save for tears that threatened to spill from her green eyes. But the repressing of feelings caused a strange phenomenon around her body. Glittering with vitality as if to shove away the Darkness he courted, little leaf green orbs formed about her body. Each one seemed to have enough power to bring back whatever life this man before her could destroy.
The girl also had no knowledge of their existence, her attention was focused on this stranger alone. Samantha had pieced together that this must have been one of the members that she had been told there were tensions with. Perhaps that was what he had been reffering to in the first place. Did he sense this power in her & had it been what drew the Panzer Magier to this place?
"And what's wrong with someone like me?"
Samantha's expression turned serious.
"I haven't done anything wrong yet in your Lord's club. My name is Samantha. Today is my first day here and I asked to come. So far Helga, Basilisk, and Melchior are the only people I've met. But now there's you. . . whatever your name might be, since you haven't even said your name yet. Right now I'm determined to be nice to everyone I meet today, but you're pushing it."
Loyalty made her speak without thinking, moving closer to Isaak as the orbs followed.
"I want to be friends with you too. But be nice to them, or I won't talk to you anymore."
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Post by Luka on Jul 25, 2008 16:54:06 GMT -5
The ebony-haired man only seemed to be amused by her reply, his faint smile growing until small creases formed at the corners of his thin, dark eyes. Eyes that went through the motions of expression but carried none of the sparkle that accompanied emotion. Perhaps that was what made his beauty so unsettling in the first place. He waited until she finished speaking before replying.
In a single sweeping motion he brought one arm to his chest, placing an embroidered glove on the breast pocket of his mourning suit, the small chains that dangled there jingling as he dipped his head forward.
"Forgive me for being so rude then, mein frauline...Allow me to introduce myself to you." His head tilted back up as his gaze returned to her own bright eyes. "Isaak Fernand Von Kampfer, Panzer Magier, presents himself."
His hand dropped back down to his side as he corrected his posture. "You misunderstand me. I never implied that something was wrong with someone like you. Far from it. As a senior officer of the Rosencreutz Orden, it is my duty to maintain the safety of Our Lord Contra Mundi. The simple act of bringing such a stranger with potential into our midst in such a secret manner could be interpreted as a brazen act of disloyalty. Perhaps even seen as an act against the life of Contra Mundi."
"Do not mistake my words for ones of hatred though...and even though it's true they may have been such, they were not directed at you...rather, now that I have met you myself, I think I may have...thought of something that you can do. Perhaps you will offer your services to us as a way to prove the loyalty of both yourself and your newest friends, Samantha?" His gaze drifted ever so slightly to the small orbs near the young girl.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 25, 2008 18:10:44 GMT -5
Ever so slightly her stride seemed to loose a bit of steam as words flowed out like a tiny river over the girl. But not over her head entirely. Charm certainly showed in how he handled himself around a young woman that was brave enough to walk right up into his face. So what if having no concrete idea of his capabilities was half of that courage? Not knowing how many people had killed, or how many lives were ruined by something under his influence. Only one thought actually went through her mind during his introduction.
I guess being a Senior Member means you need a really long name & weird title.
Samantha watched his posture somewhat until he started speaking to her again. Just how many people could meet the criteria neccesary to have his full attention directed upon only them? A speech meant to satisfy just her demands, even if it might have all been a lie. But she still paid attention to every word that came out of his mouth, just like a child. Perhaps he managed to sooth her psyche just a touch since her expression soon returned to the hopeful one that had occupied her face the most often. Even tears that had threatened Isaak moments before were now halted before being withdrawn.
"Do you. . . really mean that? I have something I can do? What is it?! . . . And what exactly do I call you? You have a really long name. So unless you really want me to say the whole thing everytime I'd like to know. Oh! What about Isaak-ou? Is that ok?"
After her usual smattering of questions had finished, the girl tried to quiet down a tiny bit so that the Panzer Magier could get a word in edgewise. Samantha seemed genuinely excited about the whole thing now. Mention of what could make her useful or endear her to these new friends seemed to be like a switch. It just made her feel happy, not realizing that it could be associated with the need for a purpose in life. Perhaps each event played a part in distracting her from the glowing green orbs which had appeared in her productive moments of emotional conflict.
Until now.
"Whoa!"
Samantha cried out in surprise as she realized what she had created. Just seeing them let her know that these glowing orbs were a result of her still un-used potential. Deep down a connection formed between these entities and herself. Maggots would flee her presence as the dying welcomed it, one might think. From these green glowing spheres came the aura of life itself, pure creation with a force behind it. A force that was niether holy nor demonic, just innocently existing free of all the world's corruption. It might even repulse those whom the darkness loved if they stared too long.
". . .Well do something."
The orbs swirled around her as she backed away from Von Kampfer, waiting to see just what they would do after her request. But nothing happened. Except for the moment when each one of them burst, like a bubble, to let out pollen. Pollen that her present company had probably never witnessed before in their lives. It ranged in color from golden to blood red depending on which orb had been the source. None of it allowed a single speck of itself to be touched by anyone. Then suddenly it all went into her clothing to vanish inside the cloth of her RKO uniform.
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