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"..Just a little bit of both..." Those shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, reddish eyes lowered, to avoid making contact with his. "....Maybe something close to what I am." With a bit of hesitation, a bit of reluctance the Necromancer slipped from his arms and the bed. Standing there, pale cheeks touched with a light blush. Hands moving hesitantly as that black dress was slowly removed and dropped to the floor. From the waist up Lark was very feminine and from the waist down the Necromancer was very much a male...Though those long slender legs from toe to hip were very feminine. Those reddish eyes had closed, and that body had tensed considerably.
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He looks over 'her', smiling. "I see..." He observes 'her' shyness and nods, thinking. "You don't need to be shy, Lark. You have a very beautiful body, regardless of the gender." He stands up and begins removing his clothes as well, his form shifting and shaping to match Lark's--soon enough, he also had feminine and masculine areas and parts as he kicks his pants aside, taking off his jacket and shirt in one fell swoop. He steps closer to Lark and kisses 'her' on the cheek gently, putting his hands in hers, pressing their bodies together. "Well, then, is this good enough for you dear?" His face now that of a pretty woman, his chest matching, but his lower body sans legs matching that of a man.
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Those eyes had opened slowly when he remarked about...her...body. Biting that bottom lips softly as..she...looked at him a bit shyly. Watching as his own form changed. The Necromancer's body relaxed visibly when Mikhail's transformation was complete, a light smile flitted across those pale lips when that cheek was kiss and his hand pressed into...hers..Fingers curled around his hand tightly as their bodies pressed together and...her...head tilted slightly, looking at him. "...Perfect.." That soft voice no louder than a light whisper.
Moments later and for a long while muffled sounds came from that room. Light moans and things like that. Nothing too loudly though. Eventually those sounds died down and then stopped completely. Bare body covered only by the thin sheet of the bed as Lark curled up against Mikhail after a very satisfying and exhilarating...'romp'....Eyes closed and the Necromancer was very relaxed and very content. "Mm...So wonderful.." |
After the exhilarating exercise, Mikhail had shifted his form back to his male one, and his hand ran through Lark's hair gently. "Mmm. Ha ha...I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear." He says, kissing 'her' on the neck softly and gently. "It felt nice...to have that experience again. Thank you." He whispers in her ear, laying his head against hers. He was definitely satisfied as a content sigh escaped his lips. "I want to lay here for awhile with you...but...didn't you hear something downstairs?" He brings his focus back to the present moment.
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That relaxed body tensed considerably. Arms that were around Mikhail tightened and the Necromancer's nose wrinkled slightly with disdain. "It can wait...a bit longer.." Those lips had tugged down in a slight frown. Lark was comfortable and whatever was down there knew the Song..and that made the Necromancer in no hurry at all to go and see who or what it was. Though Lark had a general idea, or rather an assumption of what could be down there.
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"Okay. As you wish, mistress." He chuckles slightly to himself, his arms around 'her' as well, his eyes closed as he sighs again in happiness. And so he lays with her, few words spoken between them, just enjoying her presence. His heart beat faster every time he thought about her, but only slightly. 'Ha...I haven't felt this way about someone since...yes. My mission, that's right. I'll have to get back on it soon...' He wanted to tell Lark about the problem of them having a short romance, but he couldn't right now. His muscles tense from overthinking about losing another person close to him, though it being his fault this time.
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Lark laid there for a few moments longer, snuggled against Mikhail for awhile before the Necromancer pulled away from him, sitting up in the bed and looking at Mikhail with those reddish brown eyes. That gaze intense and a slight frown on those lips. "When are you going to leave me?" That body tensed just a little. "You are in the middle of looking for someone, so I assume you would want to leave as soon as possible, so they don't get farther ahead of you than they already are..." That soft voice dropped off, hands clenched the bedsheets and that gaze had dropped down to...her...lap.
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He sighs, sitting up as well, resting against the headboard of the bed. "Well...I don't know. I honestly don't." He looks at her, a sad smile on his face. "She will stop by here eventually, but I don't know when. I don't know if it will be a few months or a few hours." He reaches over on the nightstand and puts his sunglasses on, sighing heavily. "And when I do find her, then I must keep chasing her. Once she knows I'm here, I won't be able to dilly-dally. And...even worse..." He pauses, looking for how to phrase it.
"Well, might as well tell you everything. As you can probably tell from my clothes and my lack of manners, I'm not from this time period. Both Millia and I are from the future. She's a songstress of time; her voice can slow down time, speed it up and even rewind it or teleport people through it. And she found out that I was chasing her so she tried to escape via teleporting to this age...but I managed to get into the spell as well. And when I find her and kill her, I'll have to find a way back into the future. I can't stay here, Lark...you can come with me if you want, though, but I don't belong here. While I'm here in this time period, we can be together...hopefully...well, I'd ask you to follow me for the duration of my stay, but ultimately it is your decision. And...I might not be able to return to the future at all, so I could spend the rest of my life here with you." |
eli heard sounds comming from another room she knew what the sounds ment she bit her lip holding back a laugh she wasnt dumb and well they were in the public. she began to think of when she died and what she had been doing when it had been it happened to bad it had been selling her body to a man back in the days where a mad man was loose. she sighed and looked back to her book and then laughed she was shaking she hadnt thought about him in awhile and it still made her shake "that ass still does things to me even after his death." she slaped her hand and it stoped shaking then continued to humm the song until the noises in the other room stoped.
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Lark frowned deeply. Mikhail was from the future, or so he said and the Necromancer had no reason to doubt anything he said. Brow furrowed slightly as Lark listened to the rest of what he had to say. There was a chance that he couldn't go back to his own time. That frown only deepened. A shake of the head before the Necromancer spoke. "If you find your way back to your time, I can't go with you, I wouldn't belong there and there are still many things that I must do here.."
Those eyes closed tightly for a moment and then Lark had thrown...herself...nearly into Mikhail's lap. Arms wrapping tightly around him. "If you find a way, I would want you to return to your own time...and if you can't....then I'd like for you to be with me for a while..but I don't think you would want to spend your entire life with me." That body had tensed and those fingers dug into his skin a bit. The Necromancer was silent for awhile, just clinging to Mikhail and wishing that song would stop. "...I...don't want to go downstairs.." |
"I understand." Mikhail says soothingly, kissing Lark gently on the cheek. "Everyone has a purpose in life, and I won't deny you of yours for the sake of...us." He says quietly, looking up at the ceiling, not hearing any voice or indeed, any sound at all downstairs. "And if I am stuck here, then...yes, I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. After all, it won't be a long life." He alludes, his gaze away from the necromancer as he speaks to her. "If I get stuck here, then...well, everyone has a purpose..." he repeats. "...and I will be unable to complete mine. And if I can't complete my purpose, then I have nothing to live for. Ha ha...what a pathetic life, right?" He puts his sunglasses back on as he prepares to get up. "It's not all bad, though. I was planning on death after I complete my mission anyways."
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Slowly and hesitantly Lark pulled away from Mikhail when he put his sunglasses back on. Pale hand reaching up to caress his cheek softly and those reddish eyes were intense. "I wouldn't let you die...There's always more than one purpose. Always another reason to live. Death isn't an escape from anything, it's only a pitiful attempt to avoid everything around you." Then that hand slipped away and the Necromancer was slipping out of the bed and already pulling those black clothing back on. Lark's head was beginning to ache. Brow furrowed slightly. "I'm going downstairs..." A slight frown was on those pale lips as the Necromancer bent to pick up that tall staff with the psion crystal pulsing and glowing at it's top.
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"I'm not trying to escape from anything. Indeed, I'm only here to exact vengeance...and then my life is complete." He denies her reason, sitting up and shaking his head, going to get dressed as well. "I'm going out for a little bit to do some scouting. I'll be back before nightfall. Good luck with...whatever's downstairs that's freaking you out." He says, ending the conversation and shrugging on his coat and opening the window, before his form rapidly morphs to that of a snow-white cat, which promptly jumps out of the window and lands gracefully outside.
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"Vengeance only leads to pain and sadness...and is never a good way to complete one's life." That frown had deepened and Lark was very nearly scowling at Mikhail, watching him carefully as he dressed, changed and then leaped out the window. The Necromancer huffed softly, and moved from the room, exiting through the door.
Long legs carried Lark quickly towards the stairs and then down them. Those heels making soft clicking noises as...she...walked. Lark stopped at the foot of the stairs, reddish eyes scanning the area for a moment before that lithe body was moving towards the female. The one that knew the Song. That staff was brought down on the floor making a sharp tapping noise, but only once as Lark's eyes narrowed at the girl. The girl didn't seem human and she knew the Song. "...Why did you call to me?" |
eli stoped singing she giggled "who on earth said i called to you cant i happen to like that song it might be the last one i heard but still it was a nice one oh rude oh me sorry again im eli the clay maiden and im guessing your the one i heard in the other room were is your partner or was that a one person escapade." she got up and closed closed her book putting it back putting it back were she got it from her purse and looked the necromancer up and down "and here i was thinking i was going to find a man necromancer this time oh of all the woman i have found you are the cutest though." she giggled looking around to the room she found what she was looking for two close "here lets sit you must have questions for me about the afterlife many of the ones i met did i can anwser many of you questions while im here."
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"Only certain beings know that Song, and those that do only sing it when they need something." Lark frowned slightly, this person was an odd one. A light blush colored those pale cheeks when the clay maiden called..her..cute. When the chair was indicated, the Necromancer sat gracefully, crossing one slender leg over the other and laying that staff with it's pulsating psion crystal across...her...lap. A slight shake of the head. "I have no questions about the afterlife. I already know things about it that mortals shouldn't know." There was a short pause before Lark continued. "You are a clay maiden....Your soul was called from death and put into a clay doll. Why was such a thing done to you?"
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"well my death was graphic and the creator wanted to be the one to solve the murders but so he created all of the maidens their are a few of us each of us and well we each knew the man but he was still not caught." she laughed and then bit her lip "well you might have a few questions for me as since i was murdered i was i was stuck on earth for a few years 10 in fact then went to a stranger place then a normal soul." she looked back to the fire "its not that bad being a clay doll the only problem is breaking you see i have been looking for one of you i need help." she slowly lifted up her shirt to show she was breaking down and that she was compleatly hollow "i was going to go to this crafter i heard was also a necromancer but well if you anything about this i could really use some fixing up i dont think i will make it to him."
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The Necromancer had listened closely to what Eli told..her...When the clay maiden was done speaking and had revealed that she was breaking, Lark shook..her..head softly. "I don't think I could fix you. I don't know the craftsmanship required for a clay person. I could send your soul back to the afterlife. I'm afraid I won't be very helpful to you at all." Those hands gripped that staff a bit tighter and Lark found..herself..wishing that Mikhail had stayed, and was with..her..right now. "I'm sorry."
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"thats alright i guess i will just stay here for alittle before i leave again and dont feel bad or anything your not the first person that has said no they couldnt help." she looked down she looked like she was about to cry but she couldnt cry so she just got up "dont mind me." she grabed her bag but before she could leave her bag ripped her bag ripped it seemed her body wasnt the only thing breaking down and well her book came out and the cover apeared it was a book about making dolls "sorry i guess i wanted to try to learn myself myself." she left the book were it was and left the room she was in the room next to theirs "well i guess i should be used to this but im not still."
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Eli was upset. Lark bit that bottom lip tenderly as those reddish eyes watched Eli, the clay maiden looked as if she wanted to cry and then she had gotten up and made to leave, but the bag had ripped. The book on the floor. The Necromancer stood slowly, gripping that staff tightly in one hand and moving to where the book had fallen, pale hand reached out and picked it up tenderly, as if it were fragile.
The staff was propped in the crook of an arm and the book opened as those eyes scanned over the words briefly. Lark shook...her...head slowly, frowning a bit. Even with that book...she...couldn't repair the clay maiden. An expert in that craft could. That staff gripped tightly in one hand and the book held close to...her...chest with the other, Lark left the room, wondering which way Eli had gone, in hopes of returning the book. |
eli was looking out the window hoping that she could just wish herself to were she wanted to go but she knew that the idea was silly and that she was really starting to loose it. she looked at the corner of room and spotted a doll a small little glass doll she picked it up and well she began to hold it closely "you dont know how lucky you have it you can break and dont have to worry about your soul not going to the afterlife just once i would like things to go my way but well it seems my lives were never ment to be im always ment to die i get killed by a mass murderer and now i break." she sets the doll back down and gets up she was going to get going she had over stayed her welcome. she opened the door and saw the necromancer holding her book she laughed and walked up to her and tried her hardest to smile infront of her it was a fake smile but it look amost half sincer "were you looking for me to return that you didnt have to do that it did no good to me you can have it if you want mabye if you meet one of my sisters one day you could help them if you read that." she walked around the woman and to the front door she stoped at the front door knowing that this could be the last time she could and most likley see a necromancer again "oh and thanks for talking with me you were really nice." she opened the door and left slowly
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[[This takes place a few hours after what's taking place currently. I just detest waiting to post.]]
The window was left open, allowing anything that wished to enter; and indeed, something did, in the form of a snow-white dove that soared in through the window and landed on the floor. It's form began to shift and shape until it was a very tired and exhausted looking Mikhail, who stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on it. A slight murmur escapes his lips as he stares at the wall groggily. "One more down....two more to go." His mission was successful; but now came the hard part of getting out of this time and back to the one where he wanted...he also didn't fancy leaving behind Lark, but he knew 'she' had more important things to do here. And so, when the time came, he decided that he would leave without saying goodbye; he never fancied them anyways, and goodbyes were only tearful. He also had a sneaking suspicion that she would try to stop him from offing himself after he was completed, and he couldn't allow that. "I miss....her." He murmurs to himself, curling up into a ball after climbing under the bedsheets. |
Lark smiled slightly to Eli when the girl came into view, and held the book out to her, though that smile slowly faded at the things Eli said and that book was brought close to the Necromancer's chest, clutched tightly there, just as that other hand clutched the staff tightly. Those eyes watching as Eli made to leave the Inn, though a gentle blush crept across that pale face when Eli said that...she....had been nice. Those pale lips moved. "I'm sorry." Came the whispered words as the door closed.
For a moment that lithe body shivered, or rather, trembled. That hand gripping the staff so tightly that the knuckles were nearly bone white and those feminine fingernails dug into the flesh of her hand where they met around the thin staff, drawing blood. Those teeth bit down hard on that bottom lip, drawing even more blood. That poor soul, crying out for help. Lark inhaled deeply and turned, going back to the room that had been shared with Mikhail. The Necromancer just wanted to go back to sleep. The bedroom door was pushed open with the hand that held the book, reddish eyes scanned over the room..Something, or rather, someone was in the bed..Mikhail..That should've made Lark happy and on some level it did and on another it just made the Necromancer that much more depressed. The door closed behind Lark with a slam and that slendar frame leaned against the door, clutching that book once again to...her...chest and still gripping that staff so very tightly. Those eyes were on Mikhail and they were set into a glare....Her...entire form radiated anger, hurt, and sadness. Lark wasn't angry at Mikhail, just angry at...herself...the slamming of the door, maybe that was done to just get some attention. Those teeth were biting down hard on that bottom lip again, bringing forth a few more droplets of blood. |
eli was walking away when some men thinking she was a real woman came up to her she tried to tell the they got the wrong girl but they just laughed and grabed onto her wrists. the one man grabed so hard he shattered her left hand completly and cut his own hand she just looked down and began to sigh "i told you you got the wrong girl please leave me im not human now just go and please forget me." now they were pissed she had hurt one of their men so they started to kick her and well cracked one of her legs making it unuseable so she tumbled down to the ground cracking her right shoulder in the process. they began to kick and kick until she was cracked in many differnt places.
((a hour later even after you two talk or whater you do after you two post ;P)) she had stayed still waiting for them to leave and think she was dead since she was about their and so she began to crawl hoping to die in the only place she knew safe here she didnt want to die in the gutters again. she made her way back to the front and was bairly able to open the front door "help please." she screamed her face was cracking and she was almost completly unable to see all she could see were blury shapes of things and well no shapes were comeing to her so she screamed again "please anyone necromancer if your here please i need you i dont really want to die alone again." she was shaking she didnt think she would be scared of death but well it got to her worst fears and that was being alone again she promised herself never again. |
Mikhail groggily awakens from his light nap and pulls himself up out of the covers, his head resting on the headboard. He could see and feel her anger, but he did not adjust his attitude; a sign of weakness would not be shown by him, nor would it ever, as he had decided long ago. "Is something wrong, Lark?" He asks, his voice softer and quieter than usual, but preparing to get hard and take action if he needed to. During his time out he had decided to not let the 'girl' control him or hinder him in any way; he would not develop a connection to her, he had decided, because he couldn't bear another loss.
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