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Post by CLOTHO on Dec 17, 2012 18:18:52 GMT -8
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-- Words: 1135 Tags: KITTIM. Stamp: April 23rd. [/style] Clotho smiled slightly, her sisters had doubted her but it had almost been a month since she had plummeted to earth and she remained relatively unharmed. Human life was relatively easy to get used to, the food was a bit different but besides mundane task she sometimes floundered with she was doing okay. She disliked the human concept of shoes, no matter how many she tried they always seemed to make her feet hurt tremendously. Her smile arced higher upward as she glanced down at her black boots. They had interesting folds on them as they were what humans called 'velvet', the three inch heel made her focus on walking a little more than it should have. She knew the heel was unnecessary but she liked the rhythmic clicking the shoes gave her. Besides, one of her sisters could be watching her, if she showed a morsel of not being able to adapt to human life she would never hear the end of it. She flicked her blond hair behind her, it was a trait she had picked up when she had first visited the surface. Her blonde hair seemed to shine slightly, the night air somehow still brining out its appeal. Her hair bounced as she walked as it was in loose waves trailing along her lower back, everything was just working in her favour tonight.
She knew the weather at night was known to have slight drops of rain but she had faith that the looming clouds would wait until she reached her destination. Her wings twitched beneath her coat slightly, the night time was usually when she had her nightly flight, instead she was doing a little bit of recon. She pulled the leather jacket around her in a protective fashion, it had once been kurt's jacket but now it was Clotho's as she was becoming her own person, no longer depending on others for support. She refused to be weak forever, tonight just went to prove she was more than capable. The doors to the club could not contain the booming music that escaped from 4play. Clotho looked around slightly, a knot appearing her her stomach as she glanced at the faces around her. Mostly men surrounded the building as she had gathered it was some sort of entertainment gathering. She was unsure as to why most people seemed out of it, a stench of some unknown substance clung to the air. Clotho didn't bat an eyelash as she walked up to the bouncer whose muscles seemed to threaten to bulge out of his back skin tight shirt. Clotho's strapless white dress that went down to her knees in a flowing grace seemed to stand out, her leather jacket the only real thing protecting her from the weather. She stood out from the crowd but she hadn't really picked up on social graces yet to know she was attracting the stares of those around her.
"Hello Gregory, I know it is against policy but I would love to gain admittance to this fine establishment but have no method of payment." Clotho's voice rung out like a wind chime as the bouncer took a step back in shock. Clotho knew it required the paper thing called money to get in but she had no such tomfoolery. The bouncer said nothing but held the door open for her. She nodded graciously, his kindness probably having to do with her natural charisma but she wasn't about to question how she got in the building. The line up outside seemed to continue to grow but the man at the front of the line seemed to be enraged. She was still unsure about human emotion but the reddening of his face signalled either anger or discomfort. The reddening of the bouncers face was embarrassment, she hadn't realized she had done it but the bouncer apparently went by the name of Thor now. His birth name, Gregory,was unknown to the vast majority of people he knew, it was probably the reason why she was let in. She smiled sweetly, she was getting more attuned to her new found abilities. The man at the front of the line was probably not impressed that she had skipped the line but she did not have the time to waste standing amongst a bunch of people she had no direct interest in. She was here for Kittim Curtis.
The doors shut behind her, she could barely hear the slight click as the music seemed to boom at a deafening decibel. The large room was dimly lit, Clotho had no real problems seeing as her enhanced senses allowed her to easily see the whole room. She was pretty sure her enhanced hearing was going to give her a headache but she had already learned how to adjust her hearing ability so it didn't cause her ears to bleed. The fog that rolled around the room appeared to be rather thick as if they were trying to hide something. Clotho didn't really understand why since she could easily see some kind of pole sticking up from the ground on a stage that a group of men and a couple women were crowded around. Clotho tilted her head, where was she exactly.
It was when some kind of announcer introduced someone named 'Naughty Nurse Nancy' that she figured out what the pole was for. The women only wore what Clotho would describe as scraps of scrubs. The blue fabric hugged her body as it displayed her thin frame and enormous breasts. Clotho paused to try and identify her, she wanted to say her name was Tiffany but the woman, Tiffany had much smaller breasts than Nancy did. She shrugged, apparently she couldn't recall every person she had ever made, Nancy looked identical to Tiffany but the only differences was the much larger breast size. Clotho turned to find Kittim but paused as Nancy appeared to grasp the pole gingerly at first but her actions quickly became bold. Nancy had a stethoscope that she wore around her neck as well as the stupid nurse hat that only appeared on the magic box in the wall and not on actual nurses. Nancy twirled around the pole seductively, her legs wrapped around the pole as her body twisted around the pole. The look in her eye was startling as Clotho didn't know what emotion that was. She would later discover it was lust but at the current moment Clotho just stood where she was as Nancy worked the pole. Her body moving effortlessly as the woman's legs opened largely, her large high heels a sparking white colour. The women whipped her hair to the side before getting on all fours and apparently putting money into her breast supporter. Clotho tilted her head in confusion, what exactly was 4play.
Notes: What have I done? //thread triggered by residue
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 17, 2012 20:35:14 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Surrounding by the nearly deafening blare of music and the light haze of the fog machines, Kittim was rooted in front of a group of male strippers. He watched one in particular twist his bodies to the beat of the music, teasingly removing articles of clothing piece by piece. The stripper’s bronze skin glowed in a multitude of kaleidoscopic colors under the strobe light. It was positively mystifying, but what really captivated Kittim was those rippling abs. He liked watching them move with his body.
The women were usually just as captivating, but he less than impressed by them tonight. Their tacky outfits held absolutely no appeal to him tonight, especially not their soft skin with their hints of shimmering powders. His skin was nicer anyways or it was. A few days prior, he witness “hell” break loose in what was had hoped would be the one of the greatest events of the week. He now had, among many injuries, a ugly, stitched up wound on either side of his arm. There was no way it’d heal without scarring.
His broken arm and battered skull were overshadowed by that single injury. How was he supposed to become a model with an ugly scar on his upper arm? There was the option to wear long sleeves or three fourth sleeved articles, but being limited on clothing he could wear wasn’t something he was willing to do. He loved clothes too much to do that. Speaking of clothes… His eyes swept across the dimly lit club, instantly spotting the sweet face girl and choosing to ignore how out of place she looked.
Why would he concern himself with that when he could admire the adorable dress flowing nicely around her thin body? It definitely helped her position that she reminded him of his beloved sister. He felt his mood brighten instantly at the sight of her. As he watched her, he couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that she really did look out of place. Oh well. He lifted himself up with his good arm, striding over in his six inch stilettos. They weren’t the best choice after a concussion, but, boy, did they make his legs look stunning.
Her attention was held by Naught Nurse Nancy’s erotic dance moves, but he hoped it wasn’t too hard to avert her attention to himself. After all, he was a much better site to behold than the tacky stripper and her fake shimmery glow, even with a cast and bandages. “I absolutely love your dress.” Kittim stated, not wishing to waste time on pointless chatter. “Your shoes are nice to. Where did you get them?” As his compliments were rarely given, he figured she should consider herself honored.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
> w < Kittim's meeting an angel! 453. Clotho.[/classy]
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Post by CLOTHO on Dec 18, 2012 18:19:25 GMT -8
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-- Words: 894 Tags: KITTIM. Stamp: April 23rd. [/style] Clotho blinked as she watched the woman's body wind around the pole as if she was born to seduce the metallic cylinder sticking up from the floor, the dollar bills hanging out of her bra. The dancer started to remove the scrubs that she wore to reveal that she was wearing a white bra and matching white underwear. Clotho was unsure as to why the girl appeared to be undressing but the crowd around her pole seemed to be throwing more money at her. Poor Nancy.. She was sure she was Tiffany but she was beyond caring at this point, big breasts or not it was irrelevant. Clotho shook her head slightly to break herself out of the trance the performer had put her under. Her blonde hair bounces slightly as she turned her eyes to scan the building. It was a rather large room, other stages were placed methodically throughout the room, a man currently only wearing what Clotho thought only woman wore danced around another pole. His small underwear displaying a large lump, his abs perfectly rippled, Clotho didn't care enough to try and identify him. She smiled slightly at the sight, these people dedicated their lives to try and befriend that pole to the point they were almost one being. She was totally lost on human customs once again. Clotho didn't understand, she could comprehend the appeal of watching someone undress but watching some having intercourse with a pole seemed bizarre. Clotho frowned slightly but continued to scan the room. She had to find Kittim, she knew that he would be able to save a life tonight and only him.
Clotho turned to starting scoping him out when a young man dressed in high heels started to speak to her. She jumped as she had apparently numbed her senses a little bit too much to sense him coming. Clotho knew that fate was out to destroy her, she should probably be a bit more careful in the future. The man seemed to be attractive by mortal standards. He had a wonderful bone structure that made Clotho smile with pride, Kittim was one of her better creations. It was a shame she didn't get much say in what happened on the inside of her creations but she gave herself a mental pat on the back because his flawless features clearly proved he was one of her favourites. She knew it was a sin to pick favourites but she decided that she would scold herself for making certain people more attuned to beauty later. She smiled at his conversation skills, apparently he had been raised decently. A natural smile spread across Clotho's lips as she was genuinely flattered. "Why thank you Kittim!" Her voice chiming once more against the blaring music. She could feel her natural charisma starting to bubble outward. She could feel herself getting carried away, not paying attention to the warning signs of her abilities. The tingling in her extremities was usually a signal that her powers were being activated, she was too happy to see that she had found Kittim to notice. "The shoes were gift from the sales clerk at nine west, she insisted I had them." She tossed her hair to the side, her hair cascading across the black leather jacket that seemed to absorb the varying colours of light that were propelled throughout the building. It was only when Clotho noticed the surrounding people turn to look at Clotho did she realize her powers were effecting them. Clotho let out a small giggle tot ry and cover up her mistake.
Each wore a smile, a couple laughed along with Clotho while another patted Clotho on the shoulder like she was doing a good job with life or something. Her only reaction was to mentally swear, she shut her eyes for a moment until she could feel her aura. It flared with her bubbly personality. She had to force herself to calm down, the reaction was instantaneous. The surrounding people all had puzzled looks plastered across their faces moments after Clotho opened her eyes once more. The smiles and laughter had stopped and were replaced with questioning faces that tried to make sense of why they had acted the way they had. Clotho smiled awkwardly, trying not to scare away Kittim before she could tell him about his past life or tell him he had the power to save a woman's life tonight. Clotho simply looked up at him as her small frame made anyone seem taller and stronger than her. "Would you care to join me in one of those booth things?" Clotho's tone was innocent, she needed to move away from the crowd so she could give him his life destiny. The booth things that she had mentioned were private rooms, they were surrounded by a valour curtain that covered what would be a rather cramped space that held another stripper pole and a small couch. Clotho just figured any space away from the crowd would work, her intentions were far from implying that she wanted to put on a private show but she didn't really know what they were used for to begin with. Her wings shivered slightly as things were getting complicated. If he didn't agree to talk to her Clotho would have one hell of a time trying to get him alone.
Notes: Not the best, sorry!
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 18, 2012 19:46:10 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]He felt the pounding pulse of the music throbbing through him under the kaleidoscopic display of colors spinning around the club. The rhythm of the music was a nice one but they weren’t particularly the type of songs he favored. He had enough sense to appreciate it and how the strippers moved in tune with it as they twisted around the pole or removed clothes They were a mesmerizing sight, but Kittim was glad it he gained the cute blonde girl’s attention without much effort. He never did like to be ignored.
The blonde took immediate notice of her eyes taking in and admiring his beauty, ego flaring up in response. The expressions passing through her face as she scanned him over were beyond him, but he was too ecstatic to care. He was still pretty enough to get attention despite the injuries marking his body. It took a bit of effort to keep his satisfaction off his face. When she finally spoke, bright faced and wearing a dazzling smile, he was swept away in her chiming voice.
“You’re welcome.” He was faintly aware on some level of his subconscious that she had just said his name despite the fact that he was sure they’d never met before. It should have struck him as odd and made him do a double take, but a warm feeling bubbling up inside him kept him blissfully ignorant. It seemed a few other people were feeling the effect of whatever was passing through him as well. Each one wore a stupid smile on their face and a few laughed in tune with the girl. “Oh, that was nice of her!” He even found himself laughing.
It didn’t even seem odd to him that a sales clerk just gave her the cute boots she wore until whatever had come over him faded. He stood blinking as his brain began to register all the strange things she had said. How did she know his name? Why did she get free boots? That was totally unfair. He was just as pretty as she was so why didn’t anyone ever give him cute boots for free? He eyed the boots once more time, but he decided he liked this girl enough not to let his jealousy affect him.
After all, she had been admiring his looks not too long ago and he always appreciated a good ego stroking. Even if she hadn’t said anything out loud, he could never miss something so flattering. There was always that chance that he was seeing things conveniently for his own egos sake, however, even if that was the case, he didn’t care to acknowledge it. After all the insanity that happened three days prior, his ego needed some love. All the weird stuff that just transpired would have to be ignored for now.
Kittim, pulled back to reality, realized the girl was speaking again. He glanced over to curtained rooms on the farthest end of the room. Although he didn’t really know why she wanted to go there of all places, he gave a nod. “Sure” Attention moving back to the shorter girl, he swept his good arm in the direction of the booth with a charming smile. “After you.” He really liked her, although he was mostly compelled to spend more time with her for his egos sake.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
Jeez, why is Kittim's ego so inflated? 558. Clotho.[/classy]
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Post by CLOTHO on Dec 18, 2012 22:07:40 GMT -8
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-- Words: 1368 Tags: KITTIM. Stamp: April 23rd. [/style] Clotho released the breath she hadn't realize she had been holding. She had to watch her composure, she had already proven what could happen when she didn't pay attention. She couldn't let him figure out just how scared she was, this could easily turn sour and could blow up in her face with two people dead instead of just one. Clotho looked over her soon to be champion, he seems pretty average as far as heroic mumbo jumbo went. Clotho wasted no time, she grabbed his hand, the contact of his soft hand causing her to shiver slightly. Her abilities were starting to kick in once more, she had to admit she was getting good with her powers if she did say so herself. The skin contact was electrifying for Clotho, she didn't really know how if felt for Kittim, but she hoped he wouldn't notice. He might pick up on something, she knew when she did this with her past human interactions they usually figured out her name but that was about it. Kittim's life rushed by her eyes, his childhood danced before her vision. His siblings made Clotho smile, he was blessed to have so many sisters that cared for him, his parents concern for him as he continued to grow up into the young man he was today. Clotho shivered slightly, sure the boy had a phase of sin but he was still going to be her champion, his life story causing tears to well up in her eyes. He had a bright future ahead of him, the modelling career was only a couple years away, his big break on Degrassi would lead him into the acting world for a bit before settling to be a runway model. Clotho smiled at Kittim, she could feel the future she was about to rip out from under him. She felt horrible but she could not let her emotions play a part in her decision. She also could feel the trauma of some kind of event with something but the details were fuzzy like he was trying to forget them. Clotho glanced up at him, the threat of tears still making her eyes water. Still holding his hand he guided him to the private room, she easily pulled open the curtain to reveal the cramped space. The space before her was displeasing to say the least, it was maybe the size of a walk in closet as it barely contained a stripper pole and a couch. The angel bit her lip before deciding it would have to do since she had no back up plan. She stepped inside the room and shut the curtains as fast as she could once they were both inside the booth. She turned to face Kittim, her body pressed up against his in the cramped space. Clotho didn't really have a sense of personal space yet but she simply held his hand as she looked up at him. The tears that threatened to roll down her face scared her the most, she had no idea what she was doing. She was trying to put fate into her own hands, something that her siblings must also be doing. In order to destroy fate she could not let fate kill this girl, every person linked to the past was important, each person holding a key piece to the puzzle that would ultimately determine if humanity lives on or if fate prevails. She would never be able to return home if fate continued to intervene with everyday life. Clotho unlinked her hand with Kittim's, her body still pressed against his. She rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm as she tried to order her thoughts. She had never really thought this far ahead, her plan leaving out a bunch of things she hadn't considered. 1. Go to 4play
2. Find Kittim
3. Discover his Destiny
4. Save the Girl. The mental checklist wasn't long, she had already finished two of the four tasks, 4Play was interesting to say the least. She knew Kittim would be at this location tonight, finding him was easy enough as he had found her. From there she was at a total lack of thoughts. Did she simply show him his destiny or did she just change it for him. Clotho bit back the tears that wanted to roll down her face in frustration. Time was ticking by, the girl would be dead within the next three hours if Clotho didn't act fast enough. She took a shaky breath. "I know you have questions." It was the best she could do to keep her voice from faltering. She could feel herself shake sightly, the leather jacket feeling cold around her body now. Clotho mindlessly let both hands rest on his chest as she pushed against him to try and look up at him. Her body arced slightly as she could feel their bodies touching. "I want to explain it but I don't think you would understand" Her voice soft as she spoke just above a whisper now. Her hand rested on his chest, his heartbeat still strong as she tried to gather her thoughts. She knew fate had already impacted his life, she could tell his future had been altered but not destroyed. He was suppose to be a model and not an actor, she could feel fate's presence on him. Something had already happened with fate. He was not claimed into a Kingdom yet, she would be able to sense his elemental affinity. If he was identified he would most likely have a stronger power signature or at least show more signs of conflict than he did. Clotho frowned, he was lucky fate had not interjected more into his life or she might not be able to salvage his future. Her hands continued to roam his chest passively, it was soothing to feel the thin layer of fabric between her skin touching his skin. It was oddly comforting. "I am here to help you, something is happening, something catastrophic." Clotho kept her voice steady, her hands brushing over a healing wound. His left arm appeared to be broken, it of course was healing naturally but Clotho knew this was why his future had been changed. His arm altered his job opportunities which effected his career path. His upper left arm would have a large scar on it where something had impaled it. Clotho wished she had some kind of long term plan but she simply placed her hand on the wound. She tucked her head into his chest, not wanting to see his face when he discovered just how different she was. She could feel how his arm once was, the damage was easily reversible. She would not actually heal the wound but revert it back to how it should be, which happened to have the same effects as healing it. Clotho could feel the tears start to run down her face as she felt her fingers start to tingle with her powers. her hand shimmered slightly, it didn't glow exactly but instead appeared to almost shine like there was some kind of reflective film covering her hand. Clotho bit back the sob that was at the back of her throat. She was giving this man back his future how it should be and planned to destroy it and force him to ruin his whole future only to fight beside her and probably wind up dead like so many have due to fate. Her hand turned back to normal, tears still flowing silently down her face. His arm was back to normal. Clotho didn't know if she should be proud that she was strong enough to use her powers more, she was no longer vulnerable, it was this power that made her question if she was any better than fate. She was altering the future as well, was it not her mission to destroy fate so people could have their own lives and continue to live on, she was just as bad as fate. "Catastrophic" Her voice was barely audible, she doubted Kittim hear her at all. Every life counted, this girls life was no different, she had to be saved.
Notes: long :( kinda epic though. had to god mod a bit sorry hun!
tell me to change something if you need/want!
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 18, 2012 23:59:38 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]The girl’s tiny hand coiled around his fingers, soft skin pressing against his own. The touch was warm and oddly welcomed despite the fact that he knew nothing of this cute girl. A name drifted into his mind, but he was sure he’d never heard it spoken before. Clotho? Whose name was that? Was that her name? He stared at the back of her blonde head, entranced by the way her hair seemed to move as she did. Who was she? The question was on his tongue, but it died away as he met her eyes.
A reflective sheen had fallen over her pretty blue eyes which left him speechless. What was making her look so distraught? So many questions were playing through his head; however, none of them could leave his lips either. He simply followed her into the cramped booth with an unknown feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. The mood had shifted somehow and it was beyond Kittim what had caused it. Only staying by her side seemed to hold the promise of answers.
He moved into the booth behind Clotho (as he was beginning to think her name was) and watched her draw the curtain shut. The sound of the fabric cutting through the air was muted under the boom of the music outside the small room. Within the confined space, a certain feeling of unease flared up as memories of the concert from hell threatened to surface. He had managed to cope with them by having his focus set to the disfiguring injuries and his displeasure instead of the horrors he witness.
Kittim’s attention was drawn to the tiny body pressed up against his chest and the eyes glazed with tears. He gave an assuring squeeze to the hand still entwined with his own, unsure of what else to do. Without any knowledge as to what had made her upset, he could only stand there as she pressed herself closer to his chest. Their closeness felt nice with the warmth of her flooding over him, but confusion won over any pleasure he could have possible got from the closeness. He couldn’t possibly guess what was wrong.
When she at last spoke, he found himself growing more confused with each word that passed her soft lips. Of course he had questions, but he was pretty sure she meant something other than the reason for her sadness. He continued to remain quiet until her hands brushed over the healing wound on his arm, letting out a sharp hiss of pain as the injury pulsed with pain. Amber eyes were drawn to the hand that hovered over his would, widening as he watched her hand shone. He wasn’t sure what else to call it.
Tears soaked into his shirt which served to keep him rooted in place despite the rising panic bubbling up within him. Something supernatural was taking place before him once again, threatening to bring forth memories he would have loved to forget. His concussion from the whole event had served him well in making everything fuzzy and easily dismissed, but now those memories threated to surface. Shock washed across his face the moment he realized his arm was no longer in pain.
Her final words rang in his ears. The voice that has eluded him until now finally decided to return to him, rising from his throat in a strange, stuttered sound. What had just happened? His left arm, once broken and disfigured by a grotesque wound, jerked back. No pain greeted him in response to the moment, causing his eyes to dart between Clotho and his left arm. “W-What… My arm. Did you?” His mind was left in a confused state, making speaking coherently impossible. He had to settle for just staring at her expectantly.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
Confuzzled. 633. Clotho.[/classy]
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Post by CLOTHO on Dec 19, 2012 0:37:09 GMT -8
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-- Words: 865 Tags: KITTIM. Stamp: April 23rd. [/style] Clotho could feel the tears running down her face, she didn't like what she was becoming but yet she had no choice but to do this. Clotho let her hand hang limp by her side, her powers were growing with everyday she remained on earth. Healing someones arm no longer required her to even try anymore, a couple weeks ago she would have been knocked unconscious from the exertion. Clotho bit back a sob once more as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. She took a deep breath, the air plummeting to her lungs as she tried to calm herself. She could feel Kittim's heart beat faster as he realized what she had done - what she could do. Clotho took a step back, their physical contact no longer a reminder of the comfort humans could give her. Although it was maybe six inches separating them Clotho felt cold as she looked up to meet Kittim's gaze. The tears hanging in her eyes, she refused to let this get out of hand, she had no other option but to ignore her emotions. She only had 3 hours tops before she would have to try and save a girl from a beast she last saw trying to kill her.
Clotho wiped her face with the palm of her hand removing the dampness that was once her tears. She had her moment of weakness, it was time to hold back the tears and get her job done. "It isn't all I am capable of." Her tone was flat, although it still chimed the emotion that was displayed on Clotho was lost on her voice. She had to become emotionless for her to pull this off, detach herself before she became too connected to fulfill the task ahead of her. My name is Clotho," Her voice started strong but it quickly cracked, maybe she wasn't cut out for this. "I am sorry, this must be what you humans call... trippy." Clotho had heard the term before and felt that it applied to the situation from what she could understand of the phrase. Clotho looked down at her shoes, the once proud shoes that she valiantly wore now seemed stupid compared to her recent problems, to be honest she didn't even know why she felt the way she did now. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, she was scared she would mess it up and get more people killed, she might accidentally kill Kittim before they even make to step four and to top it all off Clotho was becoming some kind of monster. She had no idea what she was getting Kittim into. Clotho bowed her head, motioning for Kittim to take the stage. Clotho didn't want to do some long speech filling him in on what she needed, she might as well let the man ask a couple questions or at least give him time to breath. Clotho hated the distance, she trembled slightly as she wished that he could support her once more. She had a really great ability to become useless and weak when people depended on her. She was really getting the hang of human sarcasm.
Clotho paused for a moment, her blonde hair hanging over her shoulder. She sighed before slowly removing her leather jacket, the cold air meeting her bare shoulders. It was when the leather jacket was halfway down her back that she bit her tongue. She allowed the jacket to fall to the floor, if she was doing the whole show and tell thing she might as well get it all out of the way now. Her white wings unfurled, although they were much smaller than her sibling's wings her wings span was approximately the same as two arm lengths. The dazzling white feathers seemed to quiver as she stretched her wings, she yearned to feel the air rush past her face in fight but knew she had more pressing matters than a joy ride. Clotho looked down on the ground, not brave enough to meet kittim's sight. Her down cast eyes had stopped shedding tears, she had forced herself to stop as she was no longer the weak angel that she was when she first came to earth. She was strong, even if it meant she was losing herself she still knew she was strong in the end.
"Please don't leave." Her voice was a small croak, the loud booming of the music muffling her voice. Meters away a woman continued to remove her clothes while Clotho attempted to make the largest choice of her life. How was she going to do this. She had to, there was no real choice as to what she had to do. She just hoped he would be okay. He was a great person, he had his future ahead of him and Clotho need him to be strong for the both of them. A woman's life rested with Kittim while humanity rested with Clotho. She shuddered as she slowly tried to bring her eyes upward to meet his gaze. She didn't want to explain everything but she had no other choice, she would make Kittim her champion.
Notes: DAM YOU JESS
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 19, 2012 12:05:28 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]The blonde’s mind whirled as it tried to process what he had just watch and felt happen to his left arm. After the impulsive jerk of his damaged limb, he was struck hard with the realization that the pain he endured from those injuries had vanished. His brain couldn’t even begin to understand what she had done and the disbelief urged him to rip off the bandages wrapped over the once stitched skin. Smooth, unblemished skin was revealed beneath it. It was gone. Even his forearm with its broken bone felt free of pain.
He was faintly away of her choked back sob, yet his eyes refused to budge from examining his mended arm in all its previous flawlessness. The lean muscles moved exactly how they were supposed to under his unscarred skin. It was almost like the injuries had never occurred! He couldn’t deny the reality of what just occurred before his very eyes. When the blonde was finally able to bring his eyes, wide and full of overlapping emotions, he took in her words carefully.
His mind was still a jumbled mess as it just couldn’t piece together why or even how she was able to mend his injury. Kittim’s mind couldn’t even figure out when she had stepped away from him, but he found himself craving the closeness of another body. His knees felt weak, growing even weaker, as more things were revealed to him. That wasn’t all she was capable off? Clotho. He even knew her name even before she spoke it, the very thought becoming unsettling.
There were still so many questions that she had left unanswered despite provoking many more to be raised after all that had occurred since he followed her to the booth. She had done silent, however, and he could only stand there looking stupid as he gawked with no idea how to get his questions past his throat. He did have a chance to allow his brain another chance to process was going on around him, yet it only rose up memories from the concert. Hideous monsters now magical girls? What next?
The blonde’s unspoken question was meant to be rhetorical, yet it was answered by the revelation of beautiful wings once hidden beneath a leather coat. They drew his eyes to them, holding them as his face took on a look of awe. He wasn’t particularly religious, but who didn’t know about angels? He took two stumbling steps backwards only to be met by the arm of the small couch. Kittim dropped to the sturdy arm with a palm pressed to the side of his face. All of this was a lot to take in for a blonde who had a normal life four days ago.
“You’re an angel?” His voice, which he had finally found, was surprisingly calm despite the chaotic state his mind was left in. “What are you even doing here… With me? And… healing my arm.” He gave a nervous chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t really understand.” Was some higher power sad that their perfect creation had been blemished and sent an angel to fix him? As much as his ego liked to believe that, he highly doubted that was what was going on. “Could you explain? Uh, uh, thanks. For, yeah.”
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
More confuzzled. 551. Clotho.[/classy]
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Post by CLOTHO on Dec 19, 2012 13:55:16 GMT -8
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-- Words: 984 Tags: KITTIM. Stamp: April 23rd. [/style] Clotho felt naked as she stood before him in her white strapless dress, her leather jacket resting limply by her ankles. The air was not very cold in temperature but Clotho felt freezing as she stood before Kittim, her wings twitching in anticipation. Clotho shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she tried to figure out where to go from here. He seemed to be keeping up with her, she was kind of proud of her creation since he had not yelled at her or simply ran away just yet. Even his questions seemed reasonable, Clotho smirked slightly in pride. She knew it was a sin but she couldn't help but have a warm feeling spread throughout her body just knowing at least some of her creations turned out okay. The warm feeling died quickly as Clotho shivered feeling the cold empty feeling once more. She took another deep breath as she tried to compose herself, her eyes slowly starting to return to normal as her unshed tears started to dry up. "I am one of the three fates, I was sent to earth to try and destroy a very powerful entity." Clotho looked at Kittim, this was suppose to be the part where she was suppose to explain to him that in his past life he was a strong warrior. This warrior's abilities were needed once more not only to save his life and the girls life but to also be on the right side. Clotho cringed knowing that fate was awakening people to their past lives with no real guidance. Clotho felt colder picturing mortals trying to figure things out themselves.
"I am here to save a life tonight and you are the only person who can do that." She knew it was a bit blunt but again, time was of the essence. She had to get him to agree to help her. She would walk away if he wanted her to, if this was too much for him then maybe he wasn't ready to grasp his past life. Clotho could feel the past cling to him lightly. He was lucky fate hadn't noticed the connection, if the past was any stronger on Kittim he would probably already be stumbling through Los Angeles with some kind of unknown powers. Clotho was confident that she could bring out the past in him, she had grown much stronger than the last time she had tried to do this to someone. She could probably jolt him to realize not only his past but probably his powers also. She grimaced, she did not want to deal with his new found powers but it would have to be done if he were to be any help to her. "You were once a warrior," Clotho didn't know how she would phrase this without scaring him away. She knew it was a huge gamble, he didn't know what he was giving up if he agreed. "I would like to restore this past life that is already threatening to awaken given the past couple days have been anything but normal for you."
She bowed her head in respect. She didn't know how else to explain her emotions except for conflicted. She extended her right hand towards Kittim, all he had to do was grasp it. She would be here for him, she would not abandon her creations any longer. The more she stayed on earth the more she feared that she would not want to return home with her sisters. She was scared of the notion, she didn't even know where the thought came from. Clotho shook her head slightly, now was not the time for her to make a life choice that would twist her humanity. Clotho allowed her large blue eyes to bore into Kittim, she could literally see his soul as she could feel her fingers start to tingle with anticipation. Clotho's eyes twinkled slightly as she continued to stare into Kittim, souls were interesting things to behold as they were the seed that made the person. Clotho made the shell that would encase the soul, she even affected the soul but it was the human who shaped themselves. Their fates were fragile, her sister Lachesis dealing with the path that each human went on but it was ultimately the human that shaped their destiny. Kittim had the option to make his own destiny. It was a blessing and a curse. The freedom to be anything you desired, raw determination playing a huge part in the success of an individual. Nothing was set in stone though, you were not entitled to anything any longer. It was like climbing without the safety harness, everything could be over in a heartbeat. One choice could destroy your whole future. This option Kittim didn't even know he had.
He took her hand and he would shed his old life and be given a future he could manipulate himself. Fate would be out to get him, death would be at every street corner for Kittim, reality was not nice to the humans with an awakened past life. His powers would be able to save him, his powers would also be enough to save those he cared about as well. If he didn't take her hand his life would be back on course. The next couple months would be interesting to say the least as there would be a struggle from fate that would amount to interesting situations. He would have to live knowing he met an angel, knowing there were powers about him he would never know. She knew that Kittim was an asset that would greatly benefit her, he would benefit the cause as a whole. He had the power to save not only one life, he could save a vast majority of lives, he could be the difference that the future war required. "The choice is yours to make."
Notes: Take the hand or not, up to you
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 21, 2012 22:52:44 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Being confused over all the information he was getting from the angel/fate/whatever was becoming a bit frustrating. He just couldn’t make sense of anything, but then again he never bothered to think of things this deep before. His mind was trained for petty worries, not about calamitous events that could change his and other people’s lives forever. However, if he hadn’t been at the concert and seen all those horrors, he might have just walked away. Things had begun to change if only just a bit.
He wanted answers but she wasn’t giving them aside from these vague little cryptic hints that something big was going down. Earlier she had claimed something “catastrophic” was about to happen and now she was saying something about destroying powerful entities. What did any of this have to do with him? Yes, he had some kind of horrific encounter with a hideous freak of nature at a concert he was looking forward to. Of what he could remember, it wasn’t all that concerned with him.
Well, he was rather thankful of that since he did manage to make it out alive. If it had showed him as much interest as the other blonde, he might not have survived. Even though he came out with a disfiguring injury, a broken arm and a concussion, he was alive at the very least. Nevertheless, he was just an annoyance to the monster that terrorized them so what was so special about him that an angel wanted his help? Wait, he was Kittim Curtis! Of course he was special enough for an angel to want his help.
As she continued to speak, however, he found himself starting to fall into disbelief. Him? A warrior? Whether or not that was the case, that was another life and he couldn’t possibly grasp how it would “awaken” or threaten to. It just didn’t make any sense to him, but one thing did. She had been crying earlier. The memory of those tears was fresh in his mind and he couldn’t help but to think of his sister who she reminded him of. It had been the sole reason he approached in the first place.
He hated to see any of his sister’s cry and Kittim decided he didn’t like seeing the angel cry either. He didn’t want to see the angel in tears again. Although he wasn’t away of the implication of taking her hand, he found himself reaching for it with the thought of comforting her. Clearly she wasn’t crying anymore, but it was still on his mind. He was still reminded him of his sister. Despite the intimidating intensity of her eyes, he clasped her hand with a comforting grasp. He offered up a small smile to try and make it more effective.
“I don’t quite understand what you want from me.” He scratched at the side of his neck with the hand of the arm that was once broken and disfigured. “I still don’t really understand what’s going on either.” He gave a nervous chuckle. “But you do. I want to know more, but more than that… I don’t want to see you cry. You remind me a lot of one of my sisters. And well, I guess if there are horrible things about to happen, I want to be able to protect them somehow… If I become a warrior, I can do that, can’t I?”
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You can count on me to misbehave.
Kittim, you're such a good brother! 568. Clotho.[/classy]
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Post by F A T E on Dec 25, 2012 21:56:51 GMT -8
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The skin contact was electrifying. The energy surging through the angels' skin as her hand connected with his. The dark, cramped room quickly darkening further until there was virtually no light in the room. The noise from the other room becoming drowned out, barely even a muffled sound as they stood facing each other. The dark silent seemed to stretch on for what seemed like hours, the very air thickening with Clotho's power. The two continued to hold hands, their grasp almost unbreakable as the surge of energy was still holding the skin together as if they were becoming one person. The silence drained onward, each heartbeat feeling like eternities. The ruffle of Clotho's feathers becoming almost overbearing to Kittim, the small noise becoming finely tuned as his body was starting the first stages of his awakening. His muscles becoming harder, not more tone but becoming literally stronger as his body adapted. His past life was physically starting to morph with his present one causing him to have traits that were generally given to the past such as his changing human limits. Clotho smiled sweetly as she could feel her power starting to overtake his body. His eyes quickly adapting to the dark light, the once pitch black room was now visible for Kittim. Clotho released the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Her voice breaking the silence.
"It has begun"
The words run clear through the small room. A light springing out from the darkness, the soft blue light illuminating the room with it's glow. The light seemed to be shining through the fabric of Kittim's clothing, the source coming from his right pelvic bone. The blue rune burned brightly as it broke the void of light in the room. The skin contact quickly breaking as Clotho retracted her hand. She had changed him forever, it was up to him to make the final change and grasp his destiny for what it was. The room, still illuminated by the rune on Kittim's pelvic bone seem to almost shrink. Kittim being forced to stand up taller, his slim frame towering over Clotho's. The rush of water could be heard for what seemed like an instant. In what would be moments the room seemed to be completely sealed in water, all sound drowned out except for the fluttering heartbeats of the two in the room. Clotho's blond hair floating around her as she smiled sweetly at Kittim, the faintest hint of sorrow behind her eyes.
The water surrounded both of them, the cold waters engulfing them and effecting them but somehow leaving both of them in a moment of grace. Like falling in slow motion the two drifted in the dark waters, the soft glow of the rune casting an eerie glow through the water. The water was slowly changing form, bit by bit the water level was starting to recede. It was when Kittim's head was above water, his body dry as he observed the mist rolling off his body. The water continuing to drain to some unknown drain. The mist replacing where the water once was. The mist clung to their bodies, driving them both to find the loneliness that they held within their hearts. Their doubts fluttered to the surface of their emotions as the mist clung to any part of their body. Its cool texture trailing along the fabric of their clothes and engulfing their exposed skin. The temperature quickly dropped, the mist slowly drifting away to be replaced by a light fog caused by their breath. The floor starting to frost over, any exposed skin being coated in a slim sheet of frost. The icy tendrils of Kittim's power spread out along the room, the frost creating interesting patterns on the surfaces it coated. Clotho blinked slightly, her frost covered eye lashes seeming heavy, her warrior was almost ready. The reflection of the frost revealed something miraculous. Instead of seeing Kittim's reflection, there stood a young woman with electric blue hair, the smile across her face puzzling as her arms appeared to be gracefully arcing across the air. Fog tendrils left her arms as she moved them hypnotically through the frigid air. The girl stopped all at once to stare back at Kittim, her gaze playful but still holding a serious tone displaying her power as she knew what she would be capable of. She nodded slightly to the man, as if passing on her blessing.
In a heart beat everything changed.
They both blinked only to appear to be moments after they had first grasped hands. Both of them gasping for breathe like they had both run a marathon and were left dehydrated and gasping for energy. Clotho stumbled backward, clutching her hands together. She knew she could do it, Clotho was the creator, she had the power to grant life and she had the power to take life into her own hands now. She would stop this growing war if it was the last thing she would do. She glanced towards Kittim, the only difference about him besides his lack of breath was the rune that emitted a soft glow. He had become the Water Pupil that she knew hid beneath him, he would be able to protect his loved ones and maybe even carve his own destiny, one where he did not die. Clotho gave him a tentative eye brow raise as if asking if he was okay. Clotho bent down to retrieve her black leather jacket, the cold material a faint reminder of the states of water they had just witnessed. Water was known for it's grace and ability to change to always do its best. Kittim would make a fine warrior.
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Please skype me if you have questions as it is kinda confusing. His profile is being updated with his changes as well. He has been awakened as the Water Pupil thanks to residue spent by Mike since a water canon would be revealed. Kittim posts next.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jan 28, 2013 9:22:45 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Energy jolted through him once he clasped the small, winged blonde’s hand in his, consuming him and dulling all of his senses. He took little notices of the change in atmosphere. The room may have darkened considerably and sounds muffled to virtually nothing, but he couldn’t bring his mind to register it. The energy surging both alarmed and fascinated him. It was like nothing he ever felt before, something better than anything he’d ever experienced.
Though there was a feeling of suction between their two hands making their grasp feel as if their flesh was melding together, Kittim could hardly draw up an ounce of resistance. He was delighting in the sensations flowing through him. Then he noticed the changes happening within him, body strengthening and senses sharpening. His ears screamed as every sound became suddenly unbearable loud, making him want to scream but no sound would leave past his lips.
He realized the darkness that had fallen over the room, yet it didn’t take long for his eyes to adjust to it and take in Clotho’s smiling face. Her voice rang out in a silence he never notice, bearing down on his eardrums with a force that could make them bleed. What began? What was happening? He opened his mouth to ask and stopped dead, mouth hanging open. A soft, almost watery light drew his attention down at himself. Through the thin fabric of his dress, he saw something on his body glow with the same bluish light filling the room.
In that instant, he felt Clotho release his hand. While he longed to snatch it back for comfort in the wake of all these strange occurrences, he was too preoccupied with lifting the fabric of his dress to stare at the glowing design on his hip. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but as he tried to raise another question he felt the room beginning to close in around him. Distant sounds of rushing water suddenly filled the quietness and moments later he was completely submerged in water.
The sound of heartbeats warped by the presence of water replaced the sound of rushing water and brought his eyes back up to Clotho. He could see something past the sweet smile she wore, something that made her smile painful to see. Kittim reached out to her, longing to comfort her. He barely knew her, that much was true, but he felt connected to her. She was so much like his sisters that he couldn’t help feeling like she was his sister, that she needed him to protect her.
Before he could reach her, the draining water suddenly lifted up into a blinding white mist which now hid Clotho from view. He felt it closing in around him in place of the cool water. Kittim suddenly realized how alone he felt in the misty world he was now in, especially as the mist grew colder and thicker. His breath billowing out in soft cloudy puffs while the cold bite deep into his exposed skin. When he could make things out again, he didn’t see Clotho. No, in her place was a strange woman with startling blue hair.
She moved to stand before him and he stepped back hesitantly while his eyes searched out any trace of Clotho. When he couldn’t find her, he was forced to look back to the woman and met her playful, yet serious gaze. She seemed familiar as well and when she nodded, he felt his heart jump in joy as if he had the approval of someone important. Again, as he opened his mouth the speak thanks, she was gone. The room was back how it was what seemed like hours ago.
Kittim realized he was panting and he was in dire need of some sort of beverage, preferably water. His eyes dropped back to the glow pushing through his dress. He curiously lifted it up again to look disbelievingly at the new blue design on his pelvic bone. When he was convinced it was really there, his gaze shot back to Clotho with excitement dancing in his tawny eyes. The fear, loneliness and confusion were momentarily forgotten, replaced again by the electrifying feeling. “That was… Amazing! What just happened?”
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You can count on me to misbehave.
Kittim, you're such a good brother! 568. Clotho.[/classy]
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Post by LUPUS on Feb 22, 2013 18:27:11 GMT -8
"Indeed, that was amazing."
A male voice cut into the silence of the small room. The curtain was pulled back and a man stood in the door way, a bound book, that looked to be a good ten or more years old, was held tightly in his right hand. He had spent so long watching as the three angels caused nothing but confusion to the humans they met. For being creatures that cared about the human race they were not doing well in protecting them. He had seen Clotho's intentions much earlier and had hoped to make it here before she did something foolish. Sadly he was too late to stop her, not that he would had been able to do more then talk with her.
He know what she was up to, what she had been planning by awakening this boy, but was her choice the right one? For now he would have to take over, that was his job after all. He stayed alive, more so forced alive, to give the human race a fighting chance and to find a line a peace between all. "I will take it from here Clotho."
The white hair man looked down at Kittim, towering over the younger male. "Kittim Curtis, if you may, follow me and I will answer any questions you have."
Clotho seemed to take a moment to think about what she should do, she had wanted to be the one to tell Kittim when she needed him awakened now, what dangers awaited him and how she would support him though it all. The problem was that with Lupus here, with him already finding her, she was no longer in a position where she would be of any help. She looked at Kittim and with a smile she hugged Kittim and spoke softly.
"Please go with him, he will explain what I cannot." She looked at Lupis, but before she could speak, he only nodded. She knew he would only tell her the truth, she was not ready to face what he silently warned her about.
Lupus moved from the door way to give both Clotho and Kittim room to come out. "If you come you will only cause trouble for the boy." Clotho did not respond, only giving Kittim one more smile before she made haste to leave the two men alone and go back to where she would be safe.
With Clotho out of the way Lupus opened his book, read a few words and then closed the book once more. "We need to get moving, Clotho has awakened your past self because you will be given a very important task. You will save someone's life." Was this news too much? Maybe, but Lupus was never the type to beat around the bush.
"If you have questions follow me, if you reject, well then someone will surely die." He turned away from Kittim and headed down the stairs and to the exit. He could not force the young man to make his choice, Kittim would have to pick once again, this time it was not his destiny that would be changed.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Mar 10, 2013 1:17:02 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████
His gaze had been fixed expectantly on the blonde angel before him, waiting for her to speak and explain the unbelievable what had transpired. The voice which piped up in response, however, wasn’t the familiar feminine voice he expected. Surprise lit up his tawny eyes and they widened enough that a small sliver of white peaked out above them. He spun around in the direction of the voice until he spotted the figure emerging from the curtain. It had just been him and Clotho for so long, he almost forgot there were other people around. Kittim relaxed once he took in the newcomer, eyelids dropping heavily—almost seductively—over the circles of ochre that were his eyes. He was pretty cute despite his peculiar choice of clothing. Once his eyes drifted up to meet his eyes, however, he was thinking otherwise. Something about those translucent blue eyes made his blood run cold and it couldn’t have been just the color. There was something weird about the man standing before him, something ancient and powerful. Who was he? Before he found the words to voice the question dancing on his tongue, he realized the man was talking to the angel, Clotho. He spoke her name—he knew the angel?! He flinched as he heard his name spoken, but before he could speak he found the words trapped in his throat. How did that man know his name? Something dropped to the bottom of his stomach. The man who he would otherwise dismissed as an eavesdropper not for the angel’s acknowledgement, was supposed to answer his questions now? A frown now tugged at his lips as he watched the small exchange and then Clotho’s quick departure. He was more confused than ever by this point but it seemed the white haired man didn’t plan to waste any time keeping Kittim in the loop. His behavior was quite rude, now that Kittim thought of it. He talked as if Kittim wasn’t there than gave him cryptic messages all without even telling him a name! “You haven’t even told me your name. That’s kind of rude if you ask me.”Despite his displeasure, Kittim took stride behind him with arms tightly folded against his flat chest. So far, in spite of his good looks, the blonde hadn’t taken much of a liking to the mysterious newcomer who has so easily dismissed the angel and skipped over introductions. Yes, he had questions but he didn’t know if he wanted to trust someone who didn’t even share their name. At least Clotho—strange as she was—had shown him some respect. He felt so inferior under this man’s attitude. He hated that. “I want answers, but give me a name first.” It didn’t matter much to him if someone died, as selfish as that was. People died every day and it was often beyond anyone’s helping. The urgency that both Clotho and this man had got across to him made him feel some concern, as if it were important that this one person—over all the people who could be dying at that very moment—was saved. However, he didn’t see how it concerned him. He had the power to protect his sisters so what was so important that he had to risk his life? “Start talking.”Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave. OMG, he's so difficult. 551. Lupus.
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Post by LUPUS on Mar 21, 2013 14:41:10 GMT -8
At least the boy was following him, this was good, they still had time but not much. Lupus was already cursing himself for interfering, but there were just times where his own rules needed to be broken. Clotho had made a mistake in awakening someone so early, even for the three angels, forcing an awakening was against the rules. Yet it had been something that was done over and over, were they really that scared a Fate? Lupus did not know, but what he dd know was that this boy now had a very important task. Yet it seemed this young man was more interested in Lupus' name then the task he was chosen for. "If you must know my name is Lupus. Now Kittim listen for just a moment, there is a young women, who has been cursed. You will help me cure her, or should I say, you can help me cure her. You see this is your first task, first of many that will shape your destiny."
His pace picked up, quickened as he lead Kittim into a back alleyway and then to what looked like a solid concrete wall. He opened the old book that he was holding, the book was written in runes that were old, a dead language. If Kittim cared to look he would notice the symbols to be rather familiar, due to his new connection to his past. Lupus spoke in a tongue that sounded quite close to Latin. The runes in the book began to glow, the white haired male touched the book and then the wall. In seconds a faint blue light appeared and the runes were burned into the wall. "I created a portal to where we need to be, just walk through the wall. Like so." Lupus pointed to the wall with the runes and then walked towards, and then through.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on May 10, 2013 22:45:53 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████
Hearing the name of the man did nothing to lessen the shroud of mystery which he seemed immersed in. Frankly, he hadn’t the slightest idea what was going on. First hell at the convention center involving a monster and living digital divas now angels and strange men with strange magic tomes. What was next? He probably would have ditched this weird guy if it hadn’t been for the angel who not only healed him but was also brimming with kindness. She wanted him to do something so he’d keep his word. There was also the matter of the much desired answers to all the questions he had, though he had a feeling those would have to wait. Lupus mentioned a woman who—can you believe it?—was cursed. Curses actually existed? That was hard to believe. “ That nice and all, but..” He paused, watching the man for a moment before continuing. “How am I supposed to help remove a curse from anyone? I’m not saying I won’t or anything. I owe that angel for healing me up and all. I just don’t understand how I’m supposed to help.”Kittim was pretty great, in his own opinion, yet he couldn’t deny that he had his limitations. He was nothing magical despite the strange phenomenon that occurred back at the strip club. Something had changed inside him afterward but he didn’t know what or what to do with it or if it even meant he could break a curse. “And what do you mean ‘my first task’? What else do I have to do? What’s going on?” His voice was suddenly becoming choked with emotion. Kittim had to stop for a moment to compose himself. A few deep breathes later and he was rushing after to man who was just disappearing down an alley. The moment he caught up, he froze in wonder. A circle of ghostly blue light had opened up on the wall Lupus has once been touching. He explained that it was a portal then disappeared through it without giving him any answers. What else could he do but follow? The blonde, confused and a little bit frightened, took step behind the man, He closed his eyes moments before he passed through the portal. Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave. OMG, he's so difficult. 551. Lupus.
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Post by LUPUS on Jul 5, 2013 21:02:00 GMT -8
The event is CLOSED, Kitty receives 5 residue due to the fact that the thread can not be finished due to reasons.
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