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Post by cyansky on Jun 20, 2009 1:15:24 GMT -5
Syl watched as the group broke of and separated. Lain went off to another room, ovbiously appearing unwell, Ryker refused to answer it and DeAnne had disappeared into her room, only to re-emerged to call Ryker 'love' and ask to speak with him in private. Syl cocked its head at this.
She seemed overly fond of Ryker. It reminded Syl of its own position concerning Kiel, abour how their love and their bond could not be broken. Could DeAnne be in a similar situation? Syl thought about it for a moment, then shook ts head. No, she was too human-like in her behaviour and such... their relationships, despite some cosmetic similarities, were different at their core. Still, it piqued Syl's interest, the thought of investigating human love. It was perplexing, yet rewarding at the same time, because if it succeeded, it would gain a huge insight as to how humans worked. Judging by the sheer amount of 'romance' novels they published in the past, Syl was sure that love and romance were major parts ot the human psyche.
It decided to leave Lain in peace in her room. Syl had suddenly sensed the dark energies in the house as well, but said nothing and appeared to feel nothing. It was sensitive to such energies as a means of survival, however now was not a good time to whine about it. Syl had faced worse auras then this. This unsettling aura was unidentifiable to Syl, but it still made it feel uneasy. Nonetheless, it hid that uneasiness behing a mask of cheerfulness and curiousness.
As for Daemon, it seemed odd to Syl that he wasn't so fond of Ryker... He seemed to care for DeAnne. There was something above the way he acted and looked at her that suggested that he cared for her. It vaguely reminded it of how Kiel looked at it. Was it because he was jealous of Ryker? Kiel had told Syl that human males tended to be competitive for the female they considered the 'right one.'
Syl approached Daemon, slowly.
"Um... Daemon... it seems as though miss Lain needs a rest, and I think that it would be best not to diturb her. She didn't quite seem in the mood to help you..."
The last part came out awkwardly.
"And before it's too late... there is... something I must tell you..."
Syl gave him a nervous smile. The last part came out so softly that only Daemon could hear it.
"I'm very sorry to tell you this, but um... I can't eat solid food."
It bowed low.
"I apologize that I didn't tell you this earlier, Daemon. I... was wondering if you could prepare a type of beverage for me instead..."
Syl looked up at Daemon, apologetic and concerned.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 20, 2009 6:21:06 GMT -5
Daemon nodded, "would a soupy substance be alright?" He asked as he chopped almost breaking the chopping board. He was not in the mood for chatter and despite Syl's polite demeanor.
He wanted to be alone, he felt better when he was alone than with people. For he knew that no one could harm him but himself, there will be no drama, and it would be quiet, peaceful, and simple. Daemon loved moments in the kitchen and moments when he would sketch and paint in private. These acts helped him find serenity and was the only memories he had with his mother. She was an artist herself, she loved to cook and paint, but when she died, Daemon felt lost. His father was an alcoholic and a abuser, while his mother was his protecter. With her gone who would protect him, especially at a young age? It was only himself left, he resulted to cooking and art--it was his solace which reminded him of his mother's fight for him, his duties, and the importance of fighting for the right despite all odds. It was very important for him to protect DeAnne, partially because he knew it was right. He did not love her in a romanticized way---that seemed off to him. Daemon had never fallen in love despite him having attraction to some women, yet it only stayed an attraction. Moments of peace were also great time for him to reflect, he loved analysis and solving puzzles. Quiet moments are when he is most stimulated.
"Syl, I am sorry, but I would prefer to be alone," Daemon said gritting his teeth, this time the chopping board broke.
He could not stand it--the thought of DeAnne being broken again by some Aqua Pony--someone unable to protect her due to his multi-task responsibilities and behavior. Daemon felt DeAnne was better than that, but she could not help herself, he could tell by the her quivering voice that she was in love. He was overprotective since DeAnne was one of the few who believed in him. And if Aqua Boy rips her into threads he would rip him back harder ignoring his pacifistic desires for this, he felt was more significant at the moment. He knew that Akira grew stronger in her partly because of all her breakups and sorrow but what could he do? He needed time to think, to analyze and to find a solution to this impediment. Right now, he could not just burst in the room and act like a Crazy and Clowny. He had to be in control, it made him feel more secure about himself. Weakness served a death sentence to him. He valued his pride, its one of the only things no one could take away from him. ___________________ DeAnne avoided looking directly at Ryker's face, it was nerve wrecking for her especially since the whole of her did not agree to her decision. Akira wanted to take control, no, she wanted to kill Ryker. DeAnne could hear Akira's thoughts, all of blood, murder and Ponyboy. She tried to shake it off, yet the more she tried the stronger and more penetrating Akira's thoughts became. Akira hated being silent, she was strong spirited and believed that she came first before anyone else especially if they could cause any trouble in the future. Akira agreed with Daemon absolutely, he was the only man she trusted because she could tell he was a loyal dog and knew that what they were doing was good for herself as a whole. She wanted DeAnne and her to be united as one thinking machine, it had been like that but a mind block had taken that away. Despite Akira's roars DeAnne felt she needed to let Ryker know how much she loved him, despite Daemon as well. Ryker was more important than him, definitely more important for she felt he was her equal.
DeAnne was seated on her bed and took a deep breath. "Ryker, the reason why I brought you here was because I want you to know, that every happy moment in Animus was partially or was because of you. You have made me exuberant in many occasions and was my friend and my solace," she paused and stood up walking closer to him till she was a feet away. She looked into his eyes took another deep breathe, "I am irrevocably in love with you," was all she could say, now she waited, ever second drove her crazy. She had to know.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 20, 2009 11:14:48 GMT -5
Syl nodded.
"Alright. I can drink that so long as it isn't too thick as long as there aren't any solid parts in it. Ah, and I would prefer it to be as sugary as you can possibly make it. I love sugar."
It lowered its head.
"Thank you Daemon."
It winced as the thing Daemon was chopping on broke.
"It's okay. It seems that everyone wants to be alone anyway. You're cooking, Lain's in her room somewhere and Ryker and DeAnne are doing stuff together somewhere. I'll leave now. When dinner's ready, you can find me on the roof of this building."
Syl bowed and promptly left the kitchen.
Hanging its head, it absentmindedly naviguated the house, until it found the front door Syl turned the doornob and once again stepped outside. Winds blew around it, refreshing Syl and slowly replenishing its power and the energy it had at its disposal.
Its last encounter with Kiel left it drained and exhausted. The night it slept on the roof of the church had replenished it somewhat (thank goodness that Animus was a windy city), but even so... when it had irst met Daemon and co., it was still feeling tired, but it effectively kept it concealed.
I won't be able to use magic for a while, thought Syl, I'm still too weak. If Trace sees me and actually does examine my aura, he will know that I've enormously dropped in strength, and that I'm vulnerable. Hopefully Daemon's dinner will help; I do get a considerable amount of energy from burning sugar and fat.
Syl turned around once out of the door. It jumped upwards, using the winds to assist in its ascent, to alight gracefully on the foot. It lay down there, sighing and humming to itself as winds blew around it, further replenishing its strength. I have to get my strength back up quickly, thought Syl, althoughI predict that it will take at least several days before I can reach full power.
As Syl closed its eyes, it felt a familiar presence around it.
"K-Kiel?!"
As it opened its eyes again, they once again beheld the sight of Kiel - Syl's beloved sibling.
Kiel waved.
"Hey Syl! Some time no see!"
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 20, 2009 12:00:35 GMT -5
As DeAnne confessed her beliefs and love, Akira lay within her, her voice still penetrating Deanne's thoughts but now from a boisterous creature was tamed into a humming bee.
Why must I fight over something that was originally mine? DeAnne is a manifest of God's punishment--giving me a soul. I did not ask for one, all I wanted was to behave, to experiment something new in this damned worlds. I had kindness and was merciful like DeAnne but was strong-willed and stood for what I believed in. Now look at me-- I am trapped in this capsule, she is starting to control me--pervade my thoughts and replace them with new ones.
Who is she to do that?She, being a weed growing in my mind sucking the very essence of me--draining me dry, emerging as the dominant plant. Yet, I owned that spot she grew on, I was there first---possessing the ground I lay on, the body that contained my aura and memories. Why must God be so cruel when a demoness like me already who already tries to be good despite the grotesque nature of mankind. Does he want to try to control me? Get to me? Murder me? I thought he was merciful, even my father is better than that.
I wish not to rant about it--trust me I hear more rants and whines from this DeAnne than I can take. 'Ryker this, Ryker that, love, bla bla bla.' It goes on forever. I think I am given an excuse to maybe---perhaps have a rampage. Hey, I cant behave all the time. Even Ryker has his blows. All I have been doing was surviving and the best way to survive was thinking about myself before others. If I don't look out for myself who will?
Yet event that is a difficult task to try and let out my anger physically. DeAnne is sucking me remember and weakening me. All I can do is sigh, say 'woo is me' and make this cruel world see that in a world like this, God can be the Devil and the Devil can be God. I am living proof. _____________ Meanwhile, Daemon was setting the table while everything cooked and baked. He needed an hour till' it would be ready. Still, he found fixing the table to be annoying and wanted it out of the way before anything.
By now, he was starting to cool down, the eloquent silence had helped incredibly. He felt like a Barbie doll that undergone a super fashion make over---OK maybe not a Barbie, anyway, in essence he felt good.
In the moments being alone he had realized that DeAnne was not herself from what he had remembered. Before she cared about him, but herself was her priority--her integrity was first. But now, she whines and weeps---degrading herself. It upset Daemon just by thinking about it--he felt DeAnne was no longer herself but another person and it made him hate Ryker even more. He could not explain why the immense hate for a guy who had done nothing to him, but he could not blame it on DeAnne. In his mind she was the same DeAnne, the same high strong, wise woman. He just could not accept it, but the thought of her changing was starting a quaking fret in him. He did not know what was happing to her. Even his own mind, filled with knowledge could not calculate a solution. Not this time. What was he to do?
He quickly shrugged his thoughts away. No time for this now, it was dinner soon and he had to keep his composure. He could not let them see the real him--for he like them was flawed. He hated that feeling of weakness over him at this moment.
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Post by Lain on Jun 20, 2009 19:27:09 GMT -5
Lain sat on the bed, leaning her head on her knees. What was she doing in here? Running away wasn't something she really enjoyed, it made her feel even more pathetic. Sighing she pressed one hand on her temple and the other over her heart, she was slowly surrounded by a glowing pink light. She was starting to feel a lot better. After she had finished glowing she got up and made her way to the bathroom, a shower would make her feel even better. ____________________
Ryker stood opposite DeAnne and studied her face, as much of it as he could as she wouldn't look at him. There was something wrong again, he could feel her fear or was it anger? But why? what in the world did she have to be scared of? and he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to make her angry..
"Ryker, the reason why I brought you here was because I want you to know, that every happy moment in Animus was partially or was because of you. You have made me exuberant in many occasions and was my friend and my solace,"
Ryker's eyes grew wide, what was going on? He was starting to feel completely out of his element. Taking a deep breath he watched as she got up and walked closer to him, looking into his eyes, he swallowed hard and waited.
"I am irrevocably in love with you," Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her how he felt as well, except for the fact that he had no idea how he felt. Biting his lip and closing his eyes he thought as hard as he possibly could, counting up all the things that could possibly mean he loved her too. 1. He knew he felt strongly about protecting her. 2. They always had fun together, he felt like she understood him in a way. 3. He had to do everything in his power to not wrap her in his arms and hold her close to him. 4. His heart pounded every time she was near him.
Was this enough? he didn't know what to do he was so confused. He placed his hands on both sides of her face, and rested his forehead on hers, his eyes still clenched closed. He could feel his chest beating furiously, almost to the point that he couldn't breathe.
"I..I..think...ive never felt... like this... I think.. I think.." He gritted his teeth, he felt like his heart was about to explode. Goddamnit Ryker! Just say it! TELL HER! He could feel him mind screaming at him furiously.
He opened his eyes and gazed into hers.
"I think.. no.. I'm pretty sure.. i know i love you too.." He whispered. God! can i sound any more idiotic?? She's going to hate me, she's going to take it back! it was probably a joke and i fell for it! He bit his lip, trying desperately to stop his thoughts.
He gently kissed her forehead and let his arms drop to his sides, bowed his head and waited for her to say she was kidding.. _______________________-
Lain watched the water as it slid off her small body, she was starting to feel heaps better, she could even feel her usual smile tugging at her lips. Her ears began to twitch, something was going on.. Drying off and pulling on a small pink dress she trotted into the kitchen and looked around. Nope, this isn't where it's coming from. She thought, shrugging she decided it was better to let it come to her. She sat on the ground and folded her legs, rocking back and forth.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 20, 2009 22:07:53 GMT -5
Syl sat up, smiling back at it.
"Good to see you, Kiel!"
Kiel laughed.
"Oh, so what have you been up to, my dear Syl? Fraternizing with illegal reapers? Meeting with elves, the men that guard them and a demoness that may or may not a full succubus?"
Syl cocked its head.
"So that explains her odd aura. She's not a pure sultry demon."
Kiel patted Syl on the back.
"Demons are tricky. They breed like rats, just like humans do, hence why making any assumptions on their bloodlines without any concrete evident is not recommended. She's probably something along the lines of a succubus, not one spot-on. Or perhaps she's a type of succubus that's not in our databanks... hmm... Now that brings up some interesting possibilities"
Syl smiled. Its mood became better and better with Kiel around. Kiel... it really loved it, because it cared about Syl. Syl trusted it more than anyone else in the world, and the thought of being with a person it trusted made Syl brighten up instantly.
"You seem to be better at this than me."
Kiel laughed.
"Not really. I just have a lot of time on my hands. You know, watching on you, spying where I can? While my range is limited, I do what I can."
Syl laughed.
"I haven't been doing much. Just been trying to establish good relations with that illegal reaper and trying to get along with his friends. You know, socializing. Fun stuff."
"Heh," said Kiel, smirking, "I love that attempt at sarcasm."
Syl laughed. It realized the irony of what Kiel had said, and it found it hilarious. That was another thing it loved about Kiel... its sense of humour.
"So... what have you been doing? Bird watching? Spying on mindless in an attempt to comprehend human behavior further?"
"Nah, too boring. I... have an adventurous spirit Syl. What better thing to do than watch your non-mindless companions?"
Syl's eyes widened. Kiel sighed.
"Daemon's cooking like a madman, Lain's sitting on the floor of the kitchen and DeAnne and Ryker are whispering to each other."
Syl smiled. Now this was interesting. So Kiel could witness events it could not while incorporeal. It wondered how to make use of this in the future. It seemed to Syl now that being incorporeal had benefits and disadvantages. The benefit might be able to spy on people; the disadvantage being that they could not hug each other or touch each other like most people would. The benefit appealed to Syl in some way, but it knew that most other supernatural beings would be able to detect Kiel's presence. It still preferred Kiel being corporeal.
"That's quite fascinating and all," said Syl, "but did you hear what they were whispering about?"
Kiel shrugged.
"I thought that it would be more appropriate to leave them to themselves. 'Sides, that girl's a demon. If I get too close, she might notice me, and as of now, I would prefer to keep myself hidden for as long as possible.
It leaned over to its sibling, "Don't worry, I've got this covered, Syl. if we play our cards right, no one will know that I exist until later."
Syl smiled. It liked the idea of that, of having Kiel all to itself, of not compounding on the complexity of human politics while its presence and existence were unknown.
"If only I could touch you, Kiel, but I don't have enough power to maintain your physical form now."
Kiel knelt down next to Syl.
"Don't worry. That moment for us was priceless, and I'll never let it fade from my memory. You're precious to me, Syl, and nothing and no one can change that. Never forget that fact." Syl nodded.
"I won't."
Kiel ruffled Syl's hair.
"Good. I'll be busy accumulating power for some time. That way, eventually, I'll be able to create and support a body without your help. And... it will be permanent."
Syl to touch Kiel as it did before, but its hands only met air.
"I'm looking foward to that day."
Kiel moved in front of Syl and kissed it lightly on the forehead.
"Me too, Syl. That way I can really look out for you."
Tears welled up in Syl's eyes. It very much wanted to embrace Kiel once again. Kiel brought out a side of it that no one else could, and the thought of them being separated in any way was now intolerable to Syl. It wanted Kiel with it, and it would do anything in its power to achieve that.
Kiel gave Syl an incorporeal hug.
"Relax, Syl. What if Daemon sees you like this? You needn't worry - I've got this covered, but I'll need time in order to get a body. Accumulating enough power to do that is not done in a day, you know."
Syl looked into Kiel's eyes, and knew, better than anyone else, that it meant those words. The thought of its sibling having a body made Syl so happy. It grinned, reaching out, but once again, its hands only met air.
Its face fell.
Kiel closed its eyes and put a hand on its shoulder.
"Patience, Syl. I need time. In the meantime, I'll be sure to keep my promise to you."
That made Syl's face brighten up once more. Kiel sure knew what to say to brighten it up, and Syl loved it for that.
"You're the best, Kiel, you know that?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 21, 2009 1:55:15 GMT -5
DeAnne did not hear a word Ryker uttered. She sighed and nodded, assuming that he felt differently about her. She had gotten her answer and despite it breaking her, but she would be fine--it was not meant to be she guessed. She kissed him on the cheek and left the room. Why did love have to be like a ship in a epic story? Why not a fairy tale everyone dreams of? She had to accept the truth of this anyhow.
How blind could she be? What a fool to see that Ponyboy loves her, he is just a wreck at sea! Even I who uses men as a mere tool, can see when they are in love. I tell her with deep care for myself that he loves her but does she listen to me? No, she prefers to be a glutton of punishment. What am I to do? I would love to pounce at her and tell her the truth for even I have some care for delicate matters such as this. I am the recessive part in me now and as the days go by I flake away slowly like dandruff when scratched. Yet not all the dandruff is scratched away in a day.
DeAnne decided to go to Lain, she did not know where else to go. She knocked on her door and waited for a response. _______________ Meanwhile, Daemon was tending to Syl's soup, he decided to make it a clear and sugary soup. Though he could not help but wonder the reason for such an awkward combination. The elements Syl added seemed to be filled with fats and energy--could it be because it was preparing for something and needed to fuel up? It rather bothered Daemon, he did not know much about Syl and his preferences were starting to rile up suspicion or maybe it was just Ryker. At this point he could not tell. How he disliked things he could not understand like the concept of love and DeAnne's change.
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Post by Lain on Jun 21, 2009 6:02:56 GMT -5
Ryker's eyes sprung open, what was she doing she just left? Following swiftly after her he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I JUST TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU AND YOU WALK AWAY?" He could feel his heart beat racing, he dropped her arms and took a step back. "Whatever, if this was all just a big joke to you then i hope your happy, i won't bother you again." Taking a deep breath he moved foreword again, pushed his lips against hers, then turned and left. He couldn't see anything anymore, as he stalked through the house, passing by Lain without even a second glance then out the front door. When he had left the house he broke out in a run, he had to get out, he couldn't stay there. Not right now, not after that. Biting his lip he pushed himself to run faster..
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Lain continued to sit on the floor, she was starting to get very hungry, her tummy was growling louder than her thoughts. Thats when she heard yelling, tilting her head to the side she tried desperately to here. Then there was heavy footsteps. Ryker flew past her before she was able to even say his name. His thoughts were a deep fog, she couldn't pick up anything from it. This made her very worried..
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 21, 2009 6:51:48 GMT -5
DeAnne was in shock, she wanted to go after him to tell him everything she felt was real, but she did not know where he had went.
"Ryker, I meant it--I-" She shouted as loud as she could. But no response. She felt so distraught, fragile and weak. She wanted to speak to him badly.
I'd hate to be the bringer of bad news but I told you so. He will return and when he does make it up to him. I have only fallen in love once but I know when something is real or not. You on the other hand had loved many who fooled you. Think soul, think! You may have possessed my body for so long but when I find away to eradicate you and amend all the hell you have caused! You are supposed to be a saint---bullshit. Now fix this, at least I have integrity.
Akira angered DeAnne even more and she could not help but shout, "shut up demon!" ___________ DeAnne's roar caught Daemon's attention. Dinner was almost done but it seemed like the whole house was lively filled with action and mess. He did not want to see anyone now, he did not want his peace to be further disrupted----besides, it would ruin the cake he was making. He realized that evident signs of insanity was starting to appear in DeAnne. Only if he could speak to her more but she was ever so silent around him. Quite unusual, in the past she loved to talk and share her experiences with him. He wished she remembered him, he wished she was the DeAnne he knew and the DeAnne everyone could see.
I will find out what happened to you--Animus had changed you.
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Post by Lain on Jun 21, 2009 7:18:53 GMT -5
Ryker slowed to a jog, he'd ran enough but he was still so furious. He couldn't go back. He wasn't even sure when he would feel okay enough to return, Lain would be fine without him. At least for a while. He slammed his fist into a nearby tree accompanied by a rage filled roar. He watched as it split in half, bits of bark flying everywhere. The blood trickled down his fingers from the new cut on his knuckles. What was he meant to do now? He sat down next to the broken tree burying his head in his hands.
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Lain crept over to where Daemon was working and watched him silently, she had a feeling that saying anything to him right now wouldn't be a good move, shrugging her shoulders she made her way back to her room.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 21, 2009 10:27:31 GMT -5
Daemon's desert was almost ready all he had to do was put the chocolate glaze and he did so with utter care, he smiled to himself, happy he had done something right. He wanted to bring ease to the household and maybe this cake with a secret ingredient would---he spiked the cake. He figured out that it might have interesting results---of corse he would have none of it.
Daemon felt like experimenting and he had heard that pot can alter people's moods. He needed that in the house now, he wanted happiness and he thought that maybe this might help bring peace---for now until he had an alternative solution. It provided him more time to think and he needed that.
He went to the dining room and put the cake in the center of the lazy susan, "dinner is ready," he called. Hopefully this works. ____________
DeAnne did not feel like eating but preferred to not be alone. She walked sullenly into the room and took a seat. She skipped the main course and went to desert.
Did I not tell you to fix this?--Akira
I will after cake, I like chocolate, I-- don't know what to do.-DeAnne
Find him if you really love him.-Akira
I am actually agreeing with you- DeAnne.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 21, 2009 12:35:55 GMT -5
Kiel vanished for a moment, then returned.
"Dinner's ready," it said, "I heard Daemon call it out."
Syl nodded.
"Alright."
It then gracefully leapt off the roof, landing neatly on the little path just in front of the front door.
"It was nice talking to you Kiel," said Syl, grinning, "we should do it more often."
Kiel appeared in front of it and held its hands.
"Yeah," it said, "I love you Syl."
Syl nodded.
"I love you too, Kiel. You're so precious to me."
"Thank you, Syl."
Kiel grinned. Winds swirled around them, and when they subsided, its sibling was gone. Syl hung its head, disappointed that their little conversation had been so short. Still, it was happy that it had the chance to see Kiel at all.
It smiled as it entered the house once again.
Once inside, it grinned as the smell of freshly cookly food filled the air. While it din't make Syl's mouth water, it provided a trail back to the kitchen. Still, grinning happily, it rushed there, beholding the sight of a table full of food... and its soup.
Syl grinned happily at Daemon, as it rushed to its chair.
"Thank you Daemon! Thank you so much! I'm so thirsty... I haven't drank anything in days!"
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Post by Lain on Jun 21, 2009 18:36:52 GMT -5
Lain scuttled back to the table, jumping into her chair. She was starving and the meal Daemon had made smelt amazing. Her tummy growled at the sight of the food, what should she have first? Nodding in agreement with her thoughts, she took a slice of the cake. Grinning she began to shovel it in.
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Ryker pushed himself up, balancing himself against the tree. What the hell am i doing? this is pathetic. running his fingers through his hair, but a knot stopped him from completing this small task. Unsheathing his sword he chopped it off with a snarl and watched it fall to the ground, turning into pools of water. Running his fingers through his now shorter hair, he smiled. Somehow the act had made him feel better. Putting his sword away he began to make his way back to the house.
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Lain had finished the cake, and it wasn't until then that she realized it smelt strange. She served herself a giant helping of what Daemon had made for dinner. Staring at it she began to giggle uncontrollably. The shape is really strange! OH MY GOSH IT'S MOVING! She started to laugh harder.
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Ryker entered the house and was bombarded not only with the sound of Lain's shrieking laughter, but a strange smell. Ryker followed the sound of Lain's voice. "KERRRR!" She shouted in between her fits of giggles. Ryker rolled his eyes, Replied with a simple "Yo.' and continued on his way to the bathroom, Locking the door behind him. Thank god for showers.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 22, 2009 0:56:20 GMT -5
Syl sat down at its spot as it gazed at Lain, with a curious and confused expression on its face. Judging by her incessant giggling, her body language and clumsiness with how she moved her hands, it seemed... no... it appeared that she was intoxicated. Lain's symptoms resembled that of what Kiel told it to be euphoria induced by drugs... a feel of intense pleasure that was supposedly a human's 'goal' when taking drugs.
It noticed that its soup was still hot, so it blew on it gently as it watched Lain's antics. It suspected Daemon of inserting some drug into the cake; he was the cook after all - but gave no indication of its suspicion. Besides, as long as Lain's life was not in danger, it didn't really care. It kept its eyes on its soup. It gave itself smile as it looked at it, but looked confused when its gaze shifted toward Lain.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 22, 2009 2:45:06 GMT -5
DeAnne started giggling as well, she was utterly euphoric and even started dancing around. Everything felt so great she felt so alive.
Soul, you are terrible---and drugged. I am unbelievably not, its hard to drug a demoness. Recover then go make amends! Do it quick before you hurt my body, wait---you are weak...- Akira grinned inside her, it was her chance to force herself out as long as she could. She summoned her power from the capsule and started emitting energy to switch DeAnne with herself. She pounded continuously and relentlessly, forcing herself to rip DeAnne out of her consciousness. She was successful.
DeAnne started to throw up on floor and dropped on her knees. Her hair changed to a bright scarlet and her eyes red. She Akira. Akira quickly recovered and dusted her blouse. She went to the stunned Daemon and ruffled his hair, "thank you ,Napoleon," then made her way to the bathroom where she waited for Ryker to go out. She needed to fix this. _______ Thank you, Napoleon.
Thats my human other name---how did she? I thought she was someone else? How come she---unbelievable. I don't understand. Daemon was baffled and surprised. What had happened there? Was this the effect of the drug? He could not comprehend what he was seeing, he could not believe that he was seeing the DeAnne he knew---in another form. He just sat there taking in everything.
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