Darian Dumonte
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The surge of life resides in my magic.
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 17, 2006 17:32:07 GMT -5
The snowfall fluttered to the ground as if the sky itself was breaking out it's mourning colors. Jean Dumonte had lived a long life being one of the most influential men ever in both the magical and real world. He was respected also as the most powerful Gun Mage in the Dumonte family. Many mourned his loss but, Darian's was the most cutting. He had trained under his grandfather learning his innate gifts and magic. HIS GRANDFATHER. Not anyone else's nobody could feel the pain that Darian felt right now tearing through him as he exited the carraige with Shea. His hand in her's as only years of training kept him from collapsing to his knees in tears.
The church was ornate and large having an elegant look to it the church being one of the more famous ones designed in the early thirteenth century. Many times Darian came to this place during his childhood for special occaisons. Never in his life though did he thought he'd come to this place for such a drawel occaison. He chewed his lower lip for a moment as he gazed ahead but, his fingers gently squeezed Shea's hand alittle harder. He was distressed the only thing keeping him calm was the years of etiquette training and keeping an image. What was he supposed to do?! He knew tears wouldn't bring his grandfather back. He shook his head biting his lip again.
Why?
They walked into the church the Dumonte family, Mayon, and Shea sitting in the front row. Starting with Shea at the end the order was Shea, Darian, Delphine, Mayon, Marina, Marcus, Robin, Jacque, Clarice, Clarinda, Josephine, and Alexton. Alexton being at the other end. A bishop came down the long walkway between the pews and nodded at the Dumonte Patriarch. The church had long been friends to the Dumonte family and Bishop Voelar had offered to perform the ceremony.
Darian gazed at ornate mahaghony coffin saying nothing but, he glanced at Shea for a moment slipping his fingers into her's alittle more.
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Shea
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Post by Shea on Aug 18, 2006 22:16:59 GMT -5
The carriages stopped and pulled up in front of a ornate and beautiful church. Shea couldn't help but gawk at it a bit because it was so gorgeous. If she had come on normal terms the beauty would have left her in awe. But the sadness written in the face of the man next to her definatly had her attention.
She climbed out of the carriage her hand still in Darian's as she knew that he needed her comfort more than ever. But she could see something in him. He was supressing and she hated that she didn't want to see that. She new what she would do when they sat. A plan already forming in her mind.
Inside she was led to her seat and she took it placing Darian's hand in her lap she turned his face gently to look at her. She smiled weakly at him before she leaned in to his ear.
"Do not hide from me please, my love." she whispered in his ear alone her thumb rubbing gently across the hand she was holding. "Let it out. Darian to hold it in is to suffer. To suppress who you really are. Grieve. It is the first step to healing. Greive for I will never think less of you and I will always be by your side as I am right now."
She pulled back and reached into her dress slightly and pulled out a hankerchief handing it to him with a smile her eyes filled with her feelings for him.
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Mayon
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Post by Mayon on Aug 19, 2006 13:58:54 GMT -5
Whenever Mayon was in a depressed mood he would usually relax and listen to his music. On the ride to the Church that had been the case. Mayon had a music device, which he stuck in his left ear, and he could pick music to listen to just by pressing a button on the device. It was a type of Mp3 but smaller and very easy to use. He looked out the window listening to a song. My Sanctuary, also known as Passions by Utada Hikaru. This was one of his favorite songs and one sentence stayed in his head throughout the whole song.
~In you and I, There is a new land. ~
As Mayon stepped out of the ride to see the church he was a bit impressed. It was rather large. Mayon felt bad for Darian. Darian had lost his Grandfather. Darians grandfather was a man near and dear to him and Mayon didn’t know what that pain was like. Mayon started to walk towards the entrance he passed Darian. As he did he started to whisper into Darians ear.
“I am sure you feel in deep loss Darian. Just remember even when you feel something gets in the way and something is just about to break inside that you have to find your place in the world. Find it and grasp it. Then you will be able to pass your feelings on and you won’t feel so bad. Don’t hold anything back.”
Mayon had a stern stare at the church as he spoke. Mayon walked up and entered. He sat down next to Delphine. Mayon felt the hatred rising again. The power in him getting anxious. This was what it felt like when Mayon became very made or depressed. But he did have to control it. He didn’t want to lose control and have to go through his Dark self. It was too hard to control. All it did was make Mayon madder than usual and lose a bit of control. But as long as he could control it now it shouldn’t bother anyone at all. Mayon looked up to the front and felt a tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away not knowing why he was crying and continued to look to the front.
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Darian Dumonte
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Sirius' Apprentice Skydevaaben
The surge of life resides in my magic.
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 19, 2006 17:50:29 GMT -5
"Shea..." the voice unsure but, trusted her.
"Thank you...my love..." his emotions hung in his words how deeply he felt for her.
He looked up but, Darian was a ventriloquist he didn't need to move his lips to say a word. The pain there though was expressed in his eyes. This death was a deep wound a wound unseen but, still there. One that no magic could heal instantly for that in itself would take time. Finally a few tears leaked from his eyes and he brushed them away as he looked down. He never let go of her hand. He held it as his support and comfort the physical representation of it. There was only so much that could be done as he watched Bishop Voelar ascend to the podium. There was only so much that could be done. This had to be faced Darian knew that but, he wanted to run. Oh how he wanted to run.
"A cruce salus," Bishop Voelar intoned in a deep voice. ["From the cross comes salvation,"]
The Bishop launched into a deep and stirring speech that even the most resistant man or woman could not help but, feel. The Bishop was a proud man and he had deeply respected Jean Dumonte the former head of the Dumonte family. He gave a deep nod as he launched into his words. Commending the man that lay in the coffin. For his outstanding work and living life to the fullest. For being an ardent Christian and for following not only the ways of God but, also the laws of man. Truly a man to be commended the Bishop declared to the people before him in a deep and stirring voice. There was no other way to describe this man except one of the best examples to follow.
How long did he recite this...
The cynic in Darian declared even though he was shaking in grief tears streaming from his eyes.
Somehow it doesn't seem enough...
He continued to look on as the Bishop's voice continued giving the long-winded ceremony.
Grief.
It was one of the purest feelings a man could experiance. The only others were joy and wrath. It was one of the three purest feelings a person, an individual could experiance in his or her lifetime. It cut deeper then even the most severe sadnesses. For to experiance grief the loss has to be great. For Darian this loss was a double-slash right into his own heart. His own feelings. He felt this loss mroe keenly this anyone else. Not only the bond developed from family was slashed into but, the bond of being his Grandfather's student was cut into as well. Two fine cuts that not even the most elegant user of the rapier could perform. He felt this deeply as he gazed on with slightly empty eyes.
Only her comfort kept him from losing his grip. Her comfort was his lifeline to reality.
DAMN IT TO HELL!
He looked up he was mad, he was hurt, but, the pain outweighed the anger and he could only shake now and then as his hair covered his eyes when he looked down.
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Shea
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Post by Shea on Aug 19, 2006 18:29:13 GMT -5
The funeral began the bishop stood up and began a very long speech at the podium. He was dressed in his finery. Finery that only looked as though it could belong in a church as mystical and fantastic as this. Yet somehow the beauty in the chuch and the ornate decor was lost on the crowd that now filled the pews of the beautiful scene.
For this was a funeral. And though all funerals tended to hit some harder than others this one it seemed hit everyone deeply but Darian the most. She looked over and saw Mayon with tears running down his own face and pulled out yet another hankercheif. She passed it down to Mayon with a smile and gave him a wink and a nod. She wished she had been placed between them.
She looked at Darian and reached up with the hankerchief he hadn't used yet and wiped away some of his tears softly. She placed the soft lacey cloth back in her lap and pulled Darian over to her in a tight hug. It hurt her deeply to see him like this and all she could do was hold him to her and hope he would finally let it go.
"Let go.. Darian. We all love you and we all know this is hard. Let it go." she whispered in his ear as she ran her hand through his hair gently over and over again trying to soothe him in anyway she could.
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Mayon
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Post by Mayon on Aug 20, 2006 12:18:44 GMT -5
...To Mayon this was torture as he was sure it was to Darian as well. Mayon hated funerals. He couldn’t stand the sorrow or the pain thrown at everyone in the room. It was too much to bear. Mayon listened to the long speech. The speech was long, dull, full of anguish, and full of the pain in which everyone felt deep down inside of him or her. The funeral wasn’t the only thing hurting Mayon right now. He also felt the pain as Shea held onto Darian with all of her life. Why is it so hard to controls ones own feelings? Mayon had stopped crying. His hair over his eyes, Mayon still listened to the speech as he looked at the ground.
Mayon murmured under his breathe. A Prayer.
“To the almighty lord who watches over us. Let this man be at peace with him and others. Let he who brings the souls to the afterlife take precious care of this particular soul to whichever afterlife he is attending. To god I offer my eternal devotion so that every kind sold up in the clouds of Heaven may stay calm and well balanced.”
Mayon felt the darkness creeping up inside him. He was still able to keep it under control however.
OOC: Shortness >.<
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Darian Dumonte
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Sirius' Apprentice Skydevaaben
The surge of life resides in my magic.
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 20, 2006 23:58:22 GMT -5
Darian had felt Shea's comforting arms holding him close and he slightly moved so that his head was comfortably resting. Shea was comforting him despite the cutting pain from the funeral and the depression of the affair. He shivered slightly in her embrace but, said nothing.
"Amen," Bishop Voelar said and the audience joined him.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Someone was......clapping?!
The crowd was looking around wondering who would be so rude as to clap during a funeral. Bishop Voelar was steaming. WHO DARE DEFILES THE CHURCH?! A laugh was heard from the rafters above and a single cloaked figure leaped from one of the rafters and landed on the crowd. A five-story jump...and the man landed on the ground like it was nothing. The man was giving a laugh as he landed on the ground and raised himself to standing up completely. The hood obscured his face but, the way he carried himself was imposing and in some ways almost frightening. The crowd was in awe at this man's jump as the Bishop was spluttering in raw rage. How dare this man interrupt such an important ceremony?!
((BGM: Guilty Gear X - Holy Orders))
With stunning speed that was nearly untraceable he ran down the walkway between the pews. VIP Gaurds were moving trying to get a shot on the man. It was obviously the figure from last time but, none of them wanted to take a risk and possibly shoot the crowd. The man moved at incredible speed suddenly grabbing Shea even as some of the braver gaurds took a couple shots. The bullets never reached the man they just clattered to the ground within inches of him. One of the Gaurds widened and took another shot. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS?! Some sort of demone to defy common physics and cause bullets to not even reach him. Yes that was the common explanation as the Bishop stood.
"HOW DARE YOU!
The Bishop roared as Darian got up trying to get Shea back only to be kicked hard he going stumbling back into the ground.
"Dissapointing. I expected more..."
The man spoke with a hiss even as he knocked out Shea by spraying a knockout spray in her face and threw down several smokebombs already disspearing with her.
"If you want her back then come and get me!"
The voice hissed out as a card imbedded itself at Darian's feet who got up shaking in anger.
This bastard not only interrupted his grandfather's funeral...
He also kidnapped Shea...
He took a gun from one of the VIP gaurds and with a quick jerk he snapped a fresh bullet into the chamber and ran outside looking around. The card he had picked up and he glanced at it for a moment.
The days of inanimacy are decided by the care it is given not the strength of it's building materials.
Darian frowned at the words as he began looking at the design looking for some form of hint even as he headed to the carriage to pick up a couple guns.
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Mayon
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Post by Mayon on Aug 21, 2006 0:36:21 GMT -5
OOC: Zi got me to write next.
Mayon listened as the bishop finished his speech only to hear a man clap form above. Mayon looked up. It was definitely the man they had seen jump out of the window that night. Mayon remembered as he jumped out the window with Darian right behind him. Finally things were getting interesting.
Mayon stood up as the man jumped down from such a high spot. Obviously this was no normal man. He was obviously very powerful. H charged past the guards and went straight for Shea. As the man grabbed her and knocked her out Mayon became furious. Mayon unsheathed his sword. He then stuck it in the gfround in fury.He pulled it out of the ground and placed it back by his side.
Mayon ran out of the church with Darian and looked at the card along side Darian as he went to get some of his guns. Mayon waited with the darkness rising higher inside of him. It was close and Mayon couldn’t control it if it got higher. This wasn’t good. He had to calm down. If he had to fight he wanted to do it calmly and not full of anger. But they took the girl he had deep affections for and Mayon couldn’t stand that. He loved her. No matter what happened he would protect her.
“I am coming Shea.”
Mayon murmured to himself.
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Darian Dumonte
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Sirius' Apprentice Skydevaaben
The surge of life resides in my magic.
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 21, 2006 22:58:48 GMT -5
The First Revelation ((BGM: When I'm Gone - 3 Doors Down)) The room was a beautiful room ornately made and it looked more like something that was suited for regality. As Shea came too she would realize that she was in a soft and canopied bed as a man was at the window. In some way he was hauntingly familiar to someone that Shea knew as he sipped from a glass of wine. The man sensed her awakening and remained in the light so she wouldn't be able to see his features from where she was. It was always a good way to toy with people in this matter. To test them and see how they reacted to the unknown. He heard her movement with his sharp hearing and turned his head slightly to acknowledge that he had heard her. His pale hazel eyes studying her but, the light from the nearby fireplace that was close to the window made his features cast in shadow and unable to be confirmed. "Shea Marlise Donnovan. Or should I say Baroness Donnovan when you assume your title?"He had a rich and well-mannered voice that had a deep tone that suggested he was comfortable with authority. He turned to face her his features till cast in shadows as he sipped at his wine. His clothing was elegant and beautiful in a way that would have made him quite intriguing had the fact that he had kidnapped not been in place. Oh yes it was the same voice from the kidnapper. The man gave a smile from where he was and sipped his wine again watching her reaction and waiting. This was how it was to be. This was how it would always be. Ms. Donnovan would be a most interesting prospect to study. That's the way things were meant to be he supposed. He ran his fingers through his iron-gray hair for a brief moment and studied her again from where he stood. "There is no sense in trying to fake sleep. I know how long that spray lasts and I knew when you would wake to the very second."Again that intriguing and commanding voice as he leaned against a wall. "So let's be sociable shall we? A lady of your rank is no doubt well-mannered and would humor for conversation to pass the time."
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Shea
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Post by Shea on Aug 22, 2006 0:42:44 GMT -5
Darian had cuddled into her a few tears reaching her shoulder as she coaxed more from him longing to have him let go. She wanted him to grieve. Wanted him to cry. Wanted him to heal. This was one wound her emeralds could not heal. This was something only he and time could heal.
A clap was heard from above and like everyone else the instinct was to look up towards the noise her hand already moving towards the ruby on her wrist. If she needed it she was ready. But suddenly she was grabbed from behind and thrust out of Darian's hand. She looked over at Darian in fear as her hand began to move towards a jewel when...
Everything went black.
She woke. Slowly her awareness returned and the first thing that she realized was that she was warm. She lay on something soft. Her apple green eyes opened and she looked around finding herself on a very beautiful bed. She stirred slightly and she froze when she heard her name. AND HER TITLE!!!! How the..
She sat up listening to him her hands in her lap her fingers already closing around the ruby at her wrist. She could easily attack him. She could try anyway. He wouldn't expect her to be able to use the jewels. She looked around the room trying to find an exit. One set of doors. Okay.. so only one exit but he wasn't blocking it so that was a plus. She turned her eyes back to the man.
"And it is for my title that you kidnap me?" she asked standing and smoothing out her dress. "Because I assure you as a bargaining chip in my family I will gain you no money."
She looked up at the man and leaned against one of the posters of the bed as her left hand fingered the heart shaped ruby on her right wrist ready to use it if he got too close. She could and she would. She had no qualms. This man had kinapped her and she wasn't about to go down without a fight. But she was curious as to why he had kidnapped her and why he looked so hauntingly familiar. So for now.. she waited.
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Darian Dumonte
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 22, 2006 0:56:02 GMT -5
Darian opened a hidden compartment in the carriage a weapons cache already there. The weapons weren't Darian they were more formal weapons. Still, Darian knew how to use them innately as any other gun that he had wielded. He put on the holsters the one rifle holster and two holsters for the flintlocks. The large leather belt making an audible click as Darian adjusted it to his waist and swiftly loaded the archaic guns. He didn't cock them yet as he put them in the holster. The flintlocks had been updated so they used regular bullets but, they were single shot like the traditional model. Darian very calmly attached the ammo pouches to the belt and the rifle holster was now attached to the main belt. The flintlocks and rifle were all achingly beautiful and stunningly crafted with a beauty not seen for many years. He found the rifle ammunition pouch and put that on as well. He opened the breech in the rifle and loaded seven rounds into it. He worked the lever to get a fresh bullet into the chamber and added another bullet to the breech.
Shea...I'll save you.
Darian had the liscenses needed to bare arms in public and the liscenses to use them. He walked down the street his anger seething as his family was busy calming the crowd down and soothing the angered Bishop. There was a dramatic calm washing over Darian as he knew his rage wouldn't be able to bring back Shea. He'd have to stay calm for all of this that was the only way. Once he rounded a corner with Mayon he studied the card for a moment running his finger along it and frowned as he felted an inlayment that wasn't noticable. His fingers were very delicate and percise having exquisite grace from the percise wielding of his guns. Yes he could feel something but, he couldn't quite place it even with his percise touch there was something that was hard to pick out with this laminated metal card. Hmmmm now how to pick it out.
This is annoying.
Riddles and junk when I should just shoot the bastard.
In time.
"We're going to find Shea."
Darian said firmly as he closed his shaking fist and opened his hazel eyes.
"But, where..."
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Mayon
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Post by Mayon on Aug 23, 2006 22:27:47 GMT -5
Mayon watched, as Darian got ready. He looked at that card and caressed it looking for some sort of clue. As Mayon watched with great interest as he cared about saving Shea he looked over at the church. Mayon did wonder what was happening inside as some of the people had begun to panic as that man kidnapped Shea. That man would pay, Mayon would make sure of that. Mayon began to walk around waiting for Darian to say something. Mayon looked at the carriage and continued to pace the ground.
“Dammit.”
Mayon had seen what the card said and he didn’t actually now what it meant. ‘The days of inanimacy are decided by the care it is given not the strength of its building materials’
What could that mean. Mayon was intellectual but he didn’t have any clues to what that could mean unless it was some sort of code. Even if it was a code it could be one that only some could decipher so Mayon not might have luck trying to find out what it meant. But if Darian could they might be able to save Shea. They had to save Shea. She was an innocent bystander and she didn’t deserve being captured. Darian and Mayon would have to save her. It was the only thing on his mind. To save one who has been captured. It wasn’t just because it was Shea. Of course she meant a lot to Mayon but it was also for righteousness. It was to protect just one person who has been captured. It is what is right and it must be done.
“Any ideas?”
Mayon asked Darian.
OOC: Sorry it is so short guys.
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Darian Dumonte
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The surge of life resides in my magic.
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 24, 2006 17:57:32 GMT -5
Revelation Number Two [/b] [/center] “I assure you that your parents if you chose to call them that mean very little to me Baroness Donnovan. Or Shea as your love chooses to call you.” He said solicitously as he studied her for a moment and continued to stand in the shadow and gaze at her for several long moments. Yes regal and elegant it was a wonder why she did not take up her inheritance as she should after all she was of noble line. So why did she portray herself as a common individual. Most strange indeed for her to be putting up such a paltry show to portray herself as something that she was not especially when she was the heir to a powerful family like the Donnovans. There was just no way to really understand the meaning or purpose behind her act. It was strange to say the least as he studied her again from where he stood the firelight making the glass of wine shimmer and sparkle. Really he should be concentrating on the task at hand there was no other way around it he had to make her see who she really was. It would be a benefit to society if Shea took up her title as she should have from the day she was adopted. “A lady of noble family should not hide who she is.” He continued calmly as he leaned back against the wall and studied her for a brief moment watching her from where he stood. Yes she was very strange to portray herself as she had been doing something he had to intervene with. It was merely coincidence however; that the task of making her appear as she should would coincide with his current work. This was going to turn out very interesting indeed since he didn’t expect such a thing to happen. Oh well he would deal with it as it came along he always did having never preferred to keep to an organized plan. “It would be most trifling considering Darian is from a ducal family and you from a Barony.” He sipped his wine again. “After all the cost of being of noble line is to maintain image is it not? It is the cost that we of nobility most suffer so that we may better serve the people whom are under our rank.”
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Shea
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Post by Shea on Aug 24, 2006 19:01:17 GMT -5
She had to smile a little. One of those sarcastic smiles that told him her thoughts immediatly. She let her hand drop from her jewel as she knew that she had several on within site and others hidden that he couldn't see. But of course she doubted this man even knew how she called on her magic which was one advantage she had.
She did however sit back on the edge of the bed and crossed one leg over the other as she watched the man keeping him shrouded by the light. But the instant he mentioned Darian she knew who he was. It was easily placed. The accent, the build, everything really.
"Do you honestly think that if I went to school calling myself Baroness Donnovan that I would be accepted as I have being just Shea?" she asked looking at him. Yes she was regal and elegant the very way she sat exuded the years of training to be the proper woman.
"Besides, I am adopted. My family may carry a title but I am by no means pure of blood. Tainted, and it shows in everything that my family does. I rarely see my parents. Perhaps two weeks out of a year. I grew up with tutors and nurses because no one cared enough to be there." she said as she looked at the fire for a moment before looking back at the man.
"So tell me, Mr. Dumonte, why are you suddenly so interested in me? Surely you did not fake your own death just so you could make me realize my class and social standing. Please, why is it you torture your grandson so?" she asked as she stood and walked over to stand next to him as she looked out the window for a moment.
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Darian Dumonte
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Sirius' Apprentice Skydevaaben
The surge of life resides in my magic.
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Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 24, 2006 20:43:21 GMT -5
Darian twirled the card in his dexterous fingers as he thought about Mayon's question for a few moments. In truth it sounded familiar but, at the same time it was just out of his attention span right at the moment. Annoying much? You're damn straight that it was but, Darian couldn't help but, find himself in the cliche position that he was currently in. His love was captured, his friend wanted to help, and a vague hint was the only thing he had to go on for looking for Shea. Man whoever, did this must have read or watched one too many sappy romances or just GAH this was annoying. He sighed and rubbed his forehead cursing the irony of the moment as he looked up at the sky and let his gaze drift in thought. From where had he heard those words before he knew he had he just couldn't remember exactly WHERE he had heard them.
"Let's go we're going to at least explore a few famous sites. The words suggest that the site is well-taken care of so we'll start by heading to a nearby garage my family owns and get us some wheels so we can explore faster."
Darian muttered as he walked down the street with Mayon.
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