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Post by Serenia Seriouli on Aug 3, 2006 16:28:56 GMT -5
Serenia gives Rinathin a warm, if faint and rather brief, smile before returning her attention to Rumerin. "I hope it sounds attractive, because it is the only offer you're getting, Rumerin. We will discuss it now or never, and certainly not with a contract. Come on, Rummy. One time chance. You know how stubborn I can be."
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Post by Rumerin on Aug 3, 2006 16:36:17 GMT -5
"Rummy?"
The tall man raises an eyebrow.
"That's a first. Get out of here, boy."
When Rinathan takes too long for his tastes he manually removes the boy from the room and closes the door behind him. He sits down and sighs.
"Exactly what are your own personal plans that I would be supporting you in, Serenia?"
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Post by Serenia Seriouli on Aug 3, 2006 16:44:53 GMT -5
"Well, it got your attention, didn't it?" Serenia says with a grin. She waves bye to Rinathin, waits for him to be shoved out, then takes a deep breathe before going into business mode. "A few things, but things that won't come up often: My own private research, the ability to keep my own personal ventures and freedoms, the continuation of the research that Jing entrusted to me. As well as the occasional spell at my request, if you have the resources."
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Post by Rumerin on Aug 3, 2006 16:49:46 GMT -5
Rumerin chuckles.
"You know you can always claim my full and undivided attention. I am even now missing a concert for you. I trust none of this research and ventures will ever come to clash with my interests, this including, but not limited to, my employment of you, my continued freedom and health, my business interests, so on and so forth. I would also very much like to know exactly what this research is that the late Lord Lunaria entrusted to you."
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Post by Rinathan on Aug 8, 2006 5:25:42 GMT -5
Rinathan opens his mouth to say something when suddenly he is shoved out of the room none too gently. He smacks against the opposing wall and just stays there, sitting on the ground, hugging his knees. The boy glares at the door behind which Serenia and Rumerin are discussing the terms of her employment, and mutters grumpily to himself. He has a lot to think about, but his brain is too feverish to even start a coherent train of thought. All he sees is the portrait of his mother, grinning wickedly at him.
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Post by Serenia Seriouli on Dec 25, 2006 14:27:18 GMT -5
"Sorry," Serenia said with a small smile. "That wasn't part of the original deal. I'll commit to all but the telling of the information. Go, shoo, get to your concert Rummy."
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Post by Rumerin on Dec 25, 2006 14:30:38 GMT -5
Rumerin smiles and thinks a little.
"... I've already missed it. Welcome to the Nightshade, Serenia."
He bows... and disappears.
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Spicule
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Born of the Sun
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Post by Spicule on Jan 17, 2008 3:29:15 GMT -5
"Brighter?"
The light was as the sun: pure, unconquered, without equal. It did not flicker, nor did it relent or hide behind the hollow darkness of the world and the sea it swam in.
The light came from a man. The man held his arms out to the side, light echoing his movements as the ghost of a lover eternally echoed her sighs. The light was as the sun. The light came from the tips of his fingers, the palms of his hands, the depths of his eyes, and the bottom of his throat as he spoke. "Brighter." He said in confirmation.
The light seeped through the wood, through the glass. It pushed through steel and through stone. It was as the sun, and it did not allow obstacles. "At one time, people thought the sun was a flickerin' candle. Imagine that," He said, an amused grin slowly gracing his brilliant flesh. "Ha. They would compare unending light to that of a candle, one that not only ends but struggles for every moment of its existence. A light that nearly dies when the wind, the wind! When the wind gently presses against it! Ha! So strange.
I guess, from afar, one could wonder at its strength. Yet, it bakes your world even from that distance. You can't touch it, yet you feel its heat. How could you compare it to a candle? Don't you have to put your hand in the flame to feel its heat?" He asked, letting his hands drop. Letting the light flee and the darkness to gain some ground. "I wouldn't know. I don't know heat like you do. Everything is so cold most of the time." The light returns as the hands rise over the edge of the table. As the sun rises over the horizon.
"Brighter." He muttered, and it was so. The light banished the concept of dark. There never was darkness. There was never another man in the room, or even a room. There was just light, ever present, all invading light. It was as strong when greeted by eyes that weren't as it was by eyelids that never were. "Brighter!"
The light became so intense that finally thought faded into it as well. Born from darkness, and returned to light.
Spicule let his hands drop, closing his eyes and smiling as all dimmed and grew cold. The light dwindled, fell, faded, disappeared. It was gone. The room was pitch black, as black as starless, sunless night. "Bring in the next one, Ferdinand. This man had little to say."
He opened his eyes. They were as the sun: pure, unconquered, and without equal.
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Post by Rumerin on Jan 17, 2008 14:13:31 GMT -5
The tall man stood at a safe distance, watching the proceedings silently. His arms were crossed and the scar on his cheek stood out sickly pale against his tanned skin. He wore black sunglasses that reflected the brightness before him. His grey eyes showed it, but did not reflect.
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