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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 18, 2009 1:38:51 GMT -5
DeAnne was unbelievably happy to see Ryker that she gave him a big hug and smooch. Daemon rolled his eyes at that, even though months have past since they met, he was not used to it. Akira herself felt the same way that Daemon did.
"Guys, we better go," DeAnne said. She was no longer cautious about what Syl could possibly do to them.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 18, 2009 1:47:51 GMT -5
Syl cocked its head at the newcomer. He had an discernable aura as well, although it was a bit more difficult to detect. Syl couldn't identify his species although it it could that he was definitely not human. Ryker... he seemed interesting, albeit cold. His stare could almost freeze boiling water. And he didn't carry any luggage. How perplexing, how perplexing...
"Huh," said Syl, still with that innocently confused look on its face, "why do they call you pony, Mr. Ryker? If you don't carry luggage or people, then why do they call you pony?"
It glanced at each of them once again.
"This is so confusing..."
It glanced at Lain.
"I am curious, Lain, why do you call him 'pony?'"
It watched as DeAnne ran to embrace Ryker. Strange. How could a sultry demon be fond of someone like him, a person neither human nor with any demonic ancestry? How perplexing... Syl had trouble understanding that she could so liberally show affection in public. It was curious. Daemon, on the other hand, did not appear overly pleased. No doubt that he didn't quite understand or approve of it. Or perhaps this was a rare occurance for him? So many questions...
"Guys, we better go."
It cocked its head at her as well.
"Go where, miss DeAnne?" asked Syl, "I am merely curious, but do you wish to explore here more or do you wish to wander off elsewhere where there are a lot of bodies lying around...? I saw quite a few of them in the streets. Or perhaps it's somewhere else entirely? I thought you came here for supplies; are you going to abandon your task so easily?"
It looked at Daemon, still with that innocently confused expression.
"This is so confusing for me, but I am just curious. Daemon, do you have everything in there? Are you ready to leave?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 18, 2009 2:14:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, we have basically everything in my bag, we can go home now," Daemon said smiling at Syl. DeAnne looked at Daemon and nodded still close to Ryker. Daemon ignored her affection as much as he could---though it still got to him.
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Post by Lain on Jun 18, 2009 6:00:34 GMT -5
Lain giggled again, prodding Ryker's cheak.
"Naw hes confused why we call you pony." He answered with a hard glare.
"Yeah actually, where are we going?" Ryker asked turning to DeAnne.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 18, 2009 6:14:21 GMT -5
"Back home thats all," DeAnne paused smiling at him then manage to murmur out the word, "pony." She found the nickname to be absolutely adorable, on the other-hand Daemon used it as an insult.
"I'd hate to keep my stomach from rumbling, I have something special tonight," Daemon said as he licked his lips. DeAnne looked at him and smiled, she only ate for its taste otherwise she had no need to.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 18, 2009 9:23:31 GMT -5
Syl smiled.
"Alright, miss DeAnne!" it said.
"I'd hate to keep my stomach from rumbling, I have something special tonight."
Syl cocked its head at that comment. It wondered what he meant by that when he said 'something special.' Daemon can cook? Syl asked itself, how perplexing. I that human females were tasked with that... but then, Mr. Daemon is not human. Or perhaps he was human? See as he's so familiar with certain human concepts... Or perhaps he was never human, but grew up in a human environment... This man is quite interesting... I must keep an eye on him, so I can learn more about humanity in the process...
"Something special?" Syl asked, "what do you mean by that, Mr. Daemon?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 18, 2009 9:30:14 GMT -5
Daemon grinned stretched from cheek to cheek, "it won't be so special if I told you would it? Oh, we are almost near the headquarters." DeAnne smiled at Daemon, she loved his cooking.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 18, 2009 9:44:51 GMT -5
Syl followed them, still with that confused expression on its face.
"Wouldn't that be a surprise, Mr. Daemon?" asked Syl.
It would have to sit back and observe this time. It would have to keep an eye on DeAnne as well. She seemed to like Daemon... as if in a friendship sort of way. Syl was reminded of its relationship with Kiel... it had to think about this later, not when it had an illegal reaper to watch.
It walked on, looking at the streets signs they passed. As usual, the streets they indicated always kept shifting... Sometimes when Syl glanced around at a spot, then looked away, and then looked back at it, objects would appear ad disappear at random. These hallucinations are annoying, thought Syl, they prevent me from naviguating the city properly.
It looked at Daemon, who was leading the way, sincerely hoping that he would point out their 'headquarters' soon. Walking in the streets was getting uncomfortable for Syl due to its hallucinations. Nonetheless, it kept its unease hidden quite well, making itself look like it was marvelling at how empty the city was.
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Post by Lain on Jun 18, 2009 14:51:01 GMT -5
Lain squirmed on Ryker's back. "Oi! stop moving or i'll stop giving you rides!" Ryker growled which Lain replied with a giggle.
"Yaay i can't wait to get back and eat Daemon's foodies" Lain said smiling as she tilted her head side to side.
Rolling his eyes he began to speed up a little so he was walking besides DeAnne. He was very curious about Syl. There's something about him that just isn't quite... Right.. He thought, but since Lain was so close she picked it up.
Now don't start being mean to him just because you don't know what Syl is! She replied in thought as she started to bite Ryker's hair.
"OI! You freak! You've done it now!" Ryker hissed shaking Lain off his back.
"Awww" Lain whined, after poking her tongue at Ryker she skipped over to where Syl was walking and proceeded to walk besides the newcomer.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 18, 2009 21:17:53 GMT -5
DeAnne looked at Daemon in front of them and wondered why he was the way he is. She wondered about his overprotective and overreactive ways towards her, was it because he secretly loved her? She saw him as a good friend and potential leader, despite this there was room for doubt. He was quite secretive about his many faces and masks he worse within his life. Could it be because he is hiding something from them? Who really was Daemon? she had wondered. She wanted to know him, she felt a connection with him especially when she is Akira. Like him though, she was lost, she could sense that he was lost and searching for identy. DeAnne felt a longing to remember her past, she wanted to know how Daemon knew her even before they landed in this world. Who where they really?
She now looked at Ryker and had similar questions in mind, but the most important one was 'is he it?' DeAnne's love was starting to embody her, it was starting to fill her with utter happiness when ever she saw Ryker's face. It was the pleasure of being with him and she would hate to deprive herself of bonding opportunities. Though she felt such a strong connection, she was unsure about how he did her.
Daemon on the other hand, was to focused on what he had planned for Syl to watch DeAnne. He wanted to make Syl feel comfortable at home, enjoy his food but mostly he wanted to befriend Syl for his intuition could sense great power in him. He did not want Syl to be a potential threat and he figured why solve this with violence when it can be solved over dinner? Daemon nodded and smiled to himself. He think he was doing a good thing, after all if this works out he had gained a new friend, he liked that.
"OK, here we are," Daemon said as they were outside the house. He opened the door like a gentle man and let everyone in but Ryker. He had something against Ryker aside from DeAnne and Ryker's affairs, albeit being a major reason due to his concern of DeAnne's welfare. It was just something about him that Daemon could not specifically point at that made him fret and elevated his caution, he trusted his intuition and most if not all the time, was reliable.
He recalls moments in the past where DeAnne's lovers have manipulated her and been deceitful around her despite the pleasant mask they wore, Daemon pushed all his worries and warnings from his intuition to the side because he genuinely thought they would make DeAnne happy. He was wrong, he did not want that again--ever. Her sorrow and tears pained him for she had helped him in times of struggle, whenever he would be gang banged she was there, whenever his father verbally abused him, she always was there and provided comfort, telling him he was worth everything. He felt a need to reciprocate for what she had greatly done for him, it was the least he could do.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 18, 2009 22:50:12 GMT -5
Syl smiled and nodded at Daemon as it entered.
"Thank you very much Daemon," it said, "I appreciate it."
It waited for Lain to follow it in, "well then Lain, I was... just... ah... wondering whether to call your friend Mr. Ryker or Mr. Pony. I am still very much confused on his name and I was hoping if you could clarify."
It noticed that Daemon did not let Ryker in with them. It cocked its head at that, but remained silent, looking around. It was a nice house, and it didn't look as abandoned as the other buildings, which was good. Syl was glad to know that at least one building in this city was actively being used.
"Quite a nice place you have here," said Syl, its smile growing wider. "It kind of makes me wish I had my own 'headquarters.' It's quite nice."
That was the truth. The house looked nice enough for Syl to almost consider living there. It would have been nice to give it a try, but Syl had no need of a roof over its head, unless in certain circumstances - the sky over its resting body was home enough for it. Yet, human houses were a strange thing indeed to it, how they built them, how long it took and at what cost... it was all so complex and fascinating...
Syl wanted to find out more, and it had intentions of establishing a good relationship with Daemon. Allies were nice to have, and these people seemed nice. It kind of felt happy that these people didn't intend to kill it just because it might prove to be a threat. Sure, DeAnne appeared wary of it; her mannerisms in the mall strongly hinted at that, but Lain and Daemon were friendly enough. Syl thought that it would be a good idea to befriend them, and for that it would try its best to build a mutually beneficial relationship.
Syl gazed at the supplies that Daemon was carrying.
"Ah! Do you need help with those, Daemon?" it asked, smiling, "that bag looks rather heavy."
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Post by Lain on Jun 19, 2009 5:55:28 GMT -5
Lain followed Syl through the door. "well then Lain, I was... just... ah... wondering whether to call your friend Mr. Ryker or Mr. Pony. I am still very much confused on his name and I was hoping if you could clarify."
She smiled at him, He seemed like a real sweetie, but then again everyone seemed nice to her. Her face fell into a frown as she began to think. She didn't like knowing deep down that appearances can be deceiving and that maybe one day, one of these people could betray her, even kill her. The thought made her shudder. She didn't know what to think anymore, especially between DeAnne and Ryker. It didn't make sense to her, A lot of things didn't make sense to her, sometimes she just wished that no one hid anything and everyone was upfront about how they felt, Than she felt sick, Realizing she was being a pathetic hypocrite. The more she thought, the more she began to feel utterly alone. Letting out a sigh, She began to regain her composure to answer Syl's question. "Well you might want to call him Ryker to keep him from complaining, but thats up to you!" She answered, her usual bright smile finding its way back onto her lips.
Ryker followed, lastly, through the door. All the while glaring at the back of Daemon's head. What was this guys problem? He hadn't ever done anything to deserve the way this jerk treated him. He couldn't understand it, Ryker hated things he didn't understand. Like how he felt about DeAnne, He definitely liked her but what, as a friend? or more. Thinking about that gave him a migraine. What about Lain? She was like his annoying kid sister, the one you push over and call squirt. But deep down he knew that every part of him needed to protect her, but why? he could easily snap of her puny arm and take his bridle from her. So why didn't he? Syl, Syl was a strange one, One he really didn't understand. Was he to be trusted? feared? or avoided? He walked slowly over to one of the corners of the room, leaning against the wall he shut his eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the oncoming headache.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 19, 2009 6:37:45 GMT -5
"Alright!" said Syl, stil smiling, "I will call him Mr. Ryker! At least we'll avoid having complainers."
It followed Lain, still smiling. It then briefly glanced up at Ryker. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut.
He was glaring at Daemon as he entered; no doubt that the two distrusted each other. Syl took care to take note of that.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ryker, are... you alright?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 19, 2009 11:01:39 GMT -5
Daemon could sense the negative aura and doubt that bounced off walls, doors and basically the whole room. He turned around to see Ryker, Daemon could not help but smirk. He knew Ryker thought he was a jerk, but it was part of what he needed to do. He could not absolutely help himself, he felt responsible to guide DeAnne, despite him questioning himself and being lost in a puddle filled with dubious thoughts and qualms. He was like a lost puppy looking for its mother for ages, unfound but wanting too, yet afraid to say I am lost and ask for help. He hated signs of weakness, he promised that he would emerge a greater man after every impediment---he promised DeAnne.
He remembers a day when he was human, not yet dead, not a Angelic Reaper but Daemon Napoleon. He was beaten up, pissed on and verbally battered by many. She was there. He even remembered vividly the conversation that occurred that day. _________________
"I see you stand there, battered up beaten and fallen, yet, you always find a way to win the war despite loosing the battle and emerge a greater man. That is the beauty of you," DeAnne said as she sat on a chair in the clinic and organized her books. "You are wonderful Daemon, thats why I admire you."
Daemon looked at her as the nurse tended to his wounds, "thanks Annie, those popular bastards are absolutely right. I am a loser and I will embrace it because pretty soon father dearest will rid of them. How I love my father and them, they make my day the best and they treat me very very well. Though I wish they pushed me less into the mud and slump, otherwise that would be great. My father embraces me so much for my intellect and grades," Daemon said with the sweetest voice yet projected obvious sarcasm.
"Daemon, you will learn one day, that you are better than you think. You will learn, you will learn, you have a destiny and fate filled with greatness, I know that," DeAnne said as she exited the room. ____________ Daemon laughed out loud, he missed his sarcasm, that was one of the only good things about his human life. He realized he lived a tragic life, as a child, age four, his mother died and his father became a prude---always demanding more of him. He was always thought as the underdog among his peers despite his intelligence which he tried to suppress due to a void of being misplaced. All he could remember doing was taking the blows, trying to rebel but failing. He was one against a gang of several. How could he win? That was the case when he died, he did not choose to be the Angelic Reaper, he was more fascinated by Purgatory: how it has a sense of all worlds---mortals, heaven, and hell. Daemon sighed, he wish he was more open to others, he wished he was less secretive but his fear of that was they would find venerability. He hated that. ___________________ Meanwhile, DeAnne was in her room, she wanted to tell Ryker she had fallen for him. But how could she? Would that count as her being weak? Vunrable like Daemon? Love was one of the things she valued but had failed her dozens of times over the centuries. She was utterly nervous but felt she had to tell him, she needed to let him know. She wanted to know what he felt, what he thought, and what mattered to him. He made her feel special, wanted, and not just a new fancy. Could he really be the one for her despite all odds ones more? Or was it just one of those things? She sighed, overnwhelimging doubt engulfed her mind, the truth might be heartbreaking but she had to know. A poem she wrote long ago played redundantly in her head:
I thought it would never come to this--this feeling of bliss? I tried to avoid it, devoid of it ,but it is sucking my very essence into a perpetual warp containing hypnosis over my mind. It so contagious contaminating my thoughts, soul, and body.
I wanted it to end for it seems surreal, possibly a distant nightmare--- Fear and compassion fill me though, both polar opposites fighting over my body and mind. One says yes, trusting optimism the other a skeptic trusting pessimism.
But where do I stand in the middle of the feud?
A pessimist? An Optimist? Lost I am at this moment again. Yet, if it would stop, I would miss out on a opportunity, to learn how to breathe, I would be no longer be the follower lingering in the shadows of the leader, for I would be confident and in control.
Where did she stand? She wondered to herself as her tear trickled down her face and fallen into the floor, to her it was a screaming noise resembling fear but hope that the risk she would take was worth it.
She walked out her door in a summer dress and went to the kitchen where she heard chatter. She quickly brightened up as she saw him and walked towards him filled with anticipation. "Ryk, lo-love, may I-please, talk to you, now, alone?" She said eating up her words.
This caught Daemon's attention, "No you are not, not after dinner," he said putting a fake smile on. Any man (other than him), associated with DeAnne was his concern. "And mind if everyone leaves, though I'd like one assistant---Lainie, do you mind?"
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Post by Lain on Jun 19, 2009 21:35:34 GMT -5
Ryker was lost in his deep sullen mood, to the point that he barely even heard Syl's voice as it penetrated his thoughts.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ryker, are... you alright?"
Ryker bit his lip as he contemplated how to answer Syl's question. Nothing extraordinary came to mind, so her resorted with a small nod. Not bothering to open his eyes, he didn't want to be here anymore. The more he thought about DeAnne the more he got lost in his deep confusion, nothing was making sense and it didn't matter how many scenarios her let pass through his mind, he couldn't work out how he felt. Did he love her? he didn't think so but then again he'd never been in love, the closest thing he had gotten to that was being with Lain. His jaw clenched, he needed to think about something else, anything.
"Ryk, lo-love, may I-please, talk to you, now, alone?" His eyes snapped open immediately. It was DeAnne, but something was wrong with the tone she was using, was she scared? but of what?.
"No you are not, not after dinner," Daemon's voice cut through his urgent thoughts, there he went again with his "I'm such a jerk" smile, which even Ryker could tell wasn't real.
Ryker gritted his teeth. "If she wants to talk to me now, she can." he snarled.
Lain's ears twitched, everyone was so... Negative! The energy of it had flooded her mind, turning it into a groggy mess. She could feel her eyes starting to well up, She felt as if she was going to combust. Taking a deep breath, she limped over to a chair. Ryker's thoughts had started to invade her mind, unfortunately he forgot to control this when he was angry. Lain winced at the harshness of his thoughts, he was furious. She refused to give in, gritting her teeth she pushed herself up and hurried out of the room, to find a bed or something of the like to fall into.
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