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Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

Noah smiled softly as he watched her fall asleep ever so quickly. He pulled up the covers up to her chin, tucking her tail into the covers as it was hanging out. He tucked her in and went to the window, opening it and climbing up, onto the roof. He laid beneath the stars that night, Noah smiling as he closed his eyes. The next morning brought the smell of an early beeakfast wafting throughout the tea house. They didn't open until lunch time, so Noah had no interruption in making a breakfast for two. This was the first.. being he had actually had as a guest, ever here. He planned to make the stay well doing, for she would probably leave soon after her visit to the other demon. It saddened him a little, but he kept a smile on.
Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

Yumi slept the entire night until morning came. She stirred and then sat up, yawning softly as her golden eyes opened. She took a moment to freshen up before getting out of bed and putting her shoes back on. Before leaving the room, she quickly made the bed and exited the room, following the scent of food. She smiled slightly, running a hand through her bangs as she found him. It smells delicious. Is that for both of us? She asked, hoping that it was because she was now hungry again. By the way, last night's dinner was excellent. I meant to compliment you but it slipped my mind. I guess because I was tired. She blushed lightly and shifted on her feet, watching him. Are you a human? You have strange hair for a human, so I was just wondering. She chuckled softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

Noah turned his head to look over his shoulder, smiling and nodding. Of course. I wouldn't forget about my guest, Eh? That would just be plain old rude, he said, turning over some of the food. He put it on a plate to cool a little before eating. However, when coming into mention of his hair, his smile faded. This was one of the subjects that could really kill his enthusiasm over... anything. Yeah, I'm human.... I'd rather... rather not discuss my hair. It's... his voice trailed off and he sighed, picking up the food. He set it down at a table for the two of them, pulling her chair out for her and then pushing it back in. He sat and scooted up to the table, dishin out food for both of them, in silence.
Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

I apologize. I did not mean to cause offense or sorrow, She said, frowning lightly as she took note of his reaction. The color of his hair was obviously a sore spot for him and she felt horrible for having brought it up so carelessly. But then again, she hadn't known. I really am sorry.. She said softly, frowning as her ears drooped slightly. She sat down at the table, nodding in thanks to him pulling out the chair before she focused on him. The food smells great. I know I said that already, but it really does. She was trying to think of a way to cheer him up but it was hard because she barely knew him. She had a nurturing nature. So she hated seeing him sad or bothered.
Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

Noah sighed softly, parted lips letting the sorrowed breath escape his kind. Its... it's okay, he started. You didn't know. He was just toying with his food for quite some time, deep in thought, before he actually began eating. Even then he ate slowly, until he finally began to regain his normal pace. It's... it's just... my parents. He had yet to ever explain it fully to anyone but his uncle. But yet, here he was, talking it out with a fox demoness. The fire, his dead family, his bleached hair, everything was said. He stopped at the end by finishing his food, leaning back in his chair. It sort of felt... nice to have that out of his system.
Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

Yumi remained silent, listening intently to what he said. Her eyes watered in sorrow for him. She felt so bad for him. In fact, she wanted nothing more than to hop over the table and wrap her arms around him and protect him from further harm. She really did have a nurturing personality. I'm sorry, Noah. My mother died when I was little. I don't really remember her, but what I do... it makes me sad, because she's no longer in my life... but I know she's still in my heart and watching over me from the Beyond. She finished her food and brushed some hair from her face. It was a nice meal. You're a good cook. We don't have to go to his place immediately. In fact, I don't mind lingering and getting to know you more. If there's anything I can do, please tell me. You've been extremely kind to me, even though I'm a demoness.
Thread: Searchin' [Skylar&Memoire]

Noah smiled, just a tad even if, as she tried comforting him. His depression kicked off a little as he smiled softly. Yeah... thanks. I'll try and think like that more often. His mainstream self returned slowly as she complimented him. Noah simply blushed and nodded his head. Mm. Yeah, I've been cooking for this place since... since as long as I can remember, really, he said with a small chuckle. He listened to her offer and smiled kindly. Well, I don't have that.. feeling of difference. Most people think you guys are too different. Me? I see you and I one and the same. He shrugged. I guess most people don't work like that. Now, what would you like to know about me?
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

Samuel Whitaker was not what one would expect from the owner of such an expansive estate as his own manor. He kept the place in almost immaculate condition, with a well-maintained garden, finely kept interior decorations, and whenever he had guests he made sure to gift them with the finest dining and spirits in his power. He also kept no serveants, objecting to such a vulgar and filthy practice, and instead only staffed his estate with voluntarily present butlers and maids who attended to his needs whenever they arose. Yet one would think that such a handsome young man would happily take his pick from the flock of starry-eyed young ladies who swooned over him and seemed to worship the very ground upon which he walked. No, he preferred to live the life of a bachelor in his estate. A bachelor with the wide world of magic at his finger-tips . . . and a whole army of damned spirits wanting his death. One could excuse him for being a little . . . eccentric. However, recently his eccentricity and sunny personality hadn't been witnessed much by the staff of the estate. He had spent much time in his study, working on his newest invention time . Well, not time, but rather a device which he planned to use in harnessing time's power. Why? Because he felt like it. In fact, at that moment he was in his library, leafing through one of his many books, and was starting to muse over the text when the room was suddenly filled with a bright light. This was followed by a rush of wind, which then ended with something standing in the library that hadn't been there before a young girl . . . in the strangest of clothing. Running one hand through his long, messy raven-black hair, Samuel's other hand was behind his back a ball of fire on his finger-tips as he looked at the young girl, watching out the window. Pardon me, ma'am. He spoke up, his hand still behind his back as he emerged from between two book-shelves, cautiously eyeing her as he approached.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

This.. this is not happening.. She groaned, just as she pushed away from the window, she heard a voice, and it wasn't her uncle. She froze, and turned around. Sapphire eyes crossing over a man, whose appearance was way out of this time. He looked like something out of her history book. She shifted hands moving behind her back nervously, she tucked the key into her back pocket, and fidgeted with the hem of her tank top. Her jeans had tears and holes strategically placed at the knees and thighs. Very different compared to him. Uhm.. The use of words escaped her for the moment, and though she felt entirely stupid, she knew there was no way this could really be happening. She didn't exactly know how to respond, or what to do. She glanced to the door momentarily, but he was in the way, and with his hand behind his back, she was getting more and more nervous. A dream.. that's it.. this is just a dream.. right? Luciel asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. I'm dreaming! She exclaimed, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. She was going insane.. or dear lord she was going insane. She moved her hands from behind her back, and pinched herself, Ouch! she breathed grumpily.. so she wasn't dreaming.. oh god. Looking up at the strange man in front of her she held up her hands. Please, whatever you do don't hurt me! I don't know how I got here.. or if I'm even really somewhere... can you tell me where I am? She asked nervously, those Sapphire hues watching him with a pleading gaze. Luci was helpless... and very confused. Everything had happened so fast she couldn't even begin to imagine what the key had done.. though taking in the look of him.. she thought she might have a clue.. bit it was nearly impossible.. What year is it? She asked quietly, fearing the possible answer.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

Samuel quirked a brow at the young woman, his hazel-colored eyes examining her from beneath thin-lensed glasses. She seemed to be of little or no threat. If she was a minion of the darker realms, then she would have to be a very incompetent one. Basically, no threat to him. Her clothing was strange most definitely not that of a woman of his own time . . . of his own time. Samuel's eyes widened and he extinguished the flame in his hand. Moments after he had been struck with that horrifying thought, she asked him what year it was. So she was from, when ? Samuel stepped forward once more, his well-polished black shoes gliding across the varnished wooden floor of his estate library room. He eyed her cautiously as he approached. 1879. He didn't tack on the tacky, unneccesary in the year of our Lord to the end. He extended a single hand to take her's in a traditional greeting. His skin was well-tanned and the white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his sleeves. The fire, and any signs of it, were gone save for the light smell of ash on the tips of his fingers. Now there was a new spell coursing through his veins one which would activate upon touching his hand. She would feel a light tingling through her body, and if she was a demon then it would cause her discomfort in her disguise. Not that many of the dark spirits he knew made such . . . odd clothing choices. May I ask your name, Miss? He asked, the same brow still quirked.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

1879 His words echoed in her mind, and she looked like a doe caught in the headlights. He stepped closer and she didn't budge, not really registering that he'd moved at all. She was in 1879. This... This can not be happening.. He extended his hand, and asked for her name. She reacted without thinking and gently took his hand. ..Luciel..Luciel Fae.. She spoke mindlessly. Still trying to wrap her brain around the fact it was 1879. 1879? She questioned out loud. How... how is that possible? She asked him, looking at him curiously, was this some kind of joke her uncle was playing on her? She gently slid her hand from his as everything sank in. You.. You're not a Fae are you? She asked softly. Something was pulling at her, and she couldn't quite tell what. She felt a sudden twitch in her back pocket and she reached to pull the key out. She toyed with it, ran her fingers over it as she looked at it. Maybe he knew what it was? She held it up. This.. this brought me here.. I'm .. crazy as this sounds, I am from the future... 2011 actually, and when I found this.. it brought me here.. He was going to think her mad, she knew this.. she already believed she was crazy, her mind racing with thoughts both simple and complex. The place.. felt so alive, if this estate, had been so alive.. at whatever point in time this was for this manor, why was it so dreadful in the future? It wasn't fair, something with this amount of life, needed to be preserved.. it had so much character.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

I'm most certainly not a Fae. Samuel replied, crossing his arms, That family would have this place burned to the ground if it meant that I couldn't have it. Then she brought up the key and Samuel's face turned pale. He looked over to his desk, where a similar key sat. The only difference was that the clock at the end of the key wasn't fully completed on his. On hers it looked just how he envisioned his to when he had first started to put it together. As she started to talk about how she was from the year 2011, he snatched the key from her hand, and held it in the palm of his own as he looked at it. How could she . . . . it wasn't possible, was it? She had said she was a Fae, hadn't she? Her family line, though drowning in it, was full of terrible practitioners. He looked to her, the key still in his hand, How did you use this, Ms. Fae?
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

He spoke at first as if she had just insulted him, then the next few words caught her off guard. They hadn't burned it down.. it was still standing.. wasn't it? He snatched the Key and she grabbed for it unsuccessfully. Hey! She snapped. Not liking the fact he'd snatched it from her in such ill manners. I don't know how I used it ... I just touched it... and then all of sudden.. here I am. She said softly, a little freaked out still by the matter at hand. By simply touching the key, it had come to life.... Come to life .. They key, it's alive.. or something of the sort, You see.. when I touched it, it twitched... and moved.. sputtered as if it was alive.. She took a few steps around the library, how different it was, how alive it felt, and not like the shadow of what it was in the future. Now... you said the Fae's would have this place burnt to the ground... why would we want to burn our own legacy to the ground? This estate is the only land we still have in our posession.. She stated simply, as if it was matter-o-fact that the estate was theirs. She tucked a few strands of hair from her face and plucked the key back out of his hand. This.. belongs to me, thank you... it's likely my only way back home.. now.. how to use it?
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

Your own legacy? Samuel literally laughed, a broad smile on his face as he threw his head back, What are you talking about, girl? This has been in the Whitaker family since before Queen Victoria! He took the still incomplete key from off the desk, holding it lazily at his side as he walked over nearly glided, almost, as he always seemed to when he was in a good mood . . . which he was always in when dealing with mysteries, and reached out with his other hand. He held up the hand she was holding the key in, while holding the other key up in his own hand. The two were almost identical, save for the fact that his looked for cleaner, and like brand new . . . and it was missing the clock at one end. With that wordless statement made, he took the key she was holding out of her hand once again, and placed both in a drawer of his desk. He then leaned against said desk with his arms crossed. Listen, Ms. Fae. What I'm about to tell you is going to be very shocking. He began, My name is Samuel Whitaker. The year is 1879. You are currently in the United States of America. Queen Victoria rules over England. I'm a researcher and practicioner of magical arts. The key, which will stay in this desk until we have things sorted out, was made with the intention of mastering the passage of time. I've been working on it for the last seven months but so far my progress has been extremely slow. He uncrossed his arms now, using his hands as support now as he leaned back a little, Now I want you to tell me, as best you can, exactly what happened just before the key brought you to where you are now. He glanced about, After that, we'll see about getting you something to eat . . . He eyed her briefly, . . . and some proper clothes while we're at it.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

Her face froze as he mentioned the Estate being in his family since before the Queen Victoria. That was something new, though as he held up the incomplete key, she finally understood. He made the key.. that was clear.. but then once again he snatched the key out of her hand and she gripped at the empty air. I really wish you would stop doing that! she mumbled. Crossing her arms at her middle and shifting her stance a little. Avoiding huffing and becoming irritated. She faced him as he leaned against the desk, and his words didn't quite make sense. Magic? She questioned, Magic Was he mental? When he stated his name, it felt familiar.. as she thought about it, she remembered seeing it written on the papers laid out on her uncles desk.. So you're telling me.. this Estate belongs to the Whitaker family... then how did it come into the possession of the Faes? that doesn't make sense, you would think your family would keep a tighter hold on it. Then he wanted to know exactly what happened before the key brought her here. She sighed softly and unfolded her arms, gesturing out wards the room. My uncle left me in the house while he went off on business.. so I decided to explore, so I came up to the Library in hopes to find something on the houses history.. She explained, beginning to walk around the library some, fingertips trailing the binds of books. Admiring each on individually. So I came into the library.. and when I looked around I spotted my uncles desk...I got curious and started looking around, and then I found this box. She stated. it was a beautiful, antiqued box.. and inside of it was the key. Then what I said before.. I picked it up, it twitched.. and sputtered.. I dropped it, and the next thing I knew.. I was here. She took a deep breath and looked back at him. I didn't do anything special. She had tried to look past his comment about her clothes.. but he had a point.. she stuck out like a sore thumb, but she'd feel silly wearing anything victorian in any sense.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

To tell you the truth, Ms. Fae my family can't keep any tighter a hold on it. He stepped away from the desk, I'm the only member of my family left alive. Of course my staff harangue me to pick a woman and settle down, but my life is far too dangerous for something like that. With that, he glanced to the windows briefly, You see, there are spirits in this world, who exist on the border between our realm and another. Whenever one uese magic, voluntarily or otherwise, you disturb the energy of that realm, and start angering spirits. So to sum it all up I'm currently being hunted by more ghosts than there have been spotted in all of the United States up to now. He started for the door of the library. Now if you would please come with me? He asked with a motion of his hand. He started to lead her through the brightly lit, well-decorated halls. There were various paintings of scenes of nature, members of the Whitaker family, and other things of that nature. Various pieces of pottery and other artwork were along the sides of the hallway as well, with vibrant red walls, and a varnished wood wall giving an air of life and energy to things. Little did Samuel know that years from now, those same beautiful things would be tarnished the picture and art stashed away or sold, the paint faded, and the floor's varnish ruined from years of absolutely no maintenance or care. As they walked. a single maid past. She gave Luci a curious look but otherwise, she said nothing. Now tell me, Ms. Fae. My kitchen is very well stocked. What would you like to eat? He asked over his shoulder.
Thread: -Timless- (Nightingale and TWD)

Spirits? She asked quizzically still not quite catching what he was rambling on about this whole thing was sort of new, nothing she'd ever even imagined could come true. She followed him out quietly, her mind mulling over the words he'd spoken, trying to process everything. She took to the stairs slowly, admiring the furnishings and decorations as she went but not really processing that she had never seen most of it before. As they entered into the kitchen, she bypassed the curious look from the maid, and moved to lean against a counter top. Her mind still spinning. Maybe... She mumbled softly, then when he spoke she glanced up with a blank expression. Anything will do.. She said softly, still thinking. Her gaze drifting out the window.. magic... spirits.. none of them existed in the.. Wait! That's it! She exclaimed. It had finally sunk in. She stood upright and approached him, pointing to the ceiling, meaning to motion up stairs as she did so. I think that's why it brought me here! She said excitedly. I had started exploring the house, wondering why it was so old.. so lifeless...and wanted to know it's history.. but you see, while the house is in my families possession, there are no spirits, no life... no magic feel to the place at all.. it's run down and torn.. perhaps it's not supposed to be that way... maybe I can help change it.. She glanced around some. I would love to see this place in all its glory in my day.. you know?
Thread: The Succubus inside Aniya by RobBase086 and Ninde

Rob and Aniya have been dating for aproximately for 2 years now. Rob is 39 years old and he has been putting off in getting married to Aniya even though she has been wanting to get married for the longest time while she watches her friends get married right and left. Rob is in the film industry and has money to afford to do anything to make Aniya happy. Rob was at home relaxing wanting to watch a football game of his favorite team. The Chicago Bears playing the Green Bay Packers. Well he had snacks and all ready to enjoy to watch the game. He had forgotten that he told Aniya that he wold take her shopping that day. So he was relaxing in his favorite black leather recliner that matched his sofa and love seat that he had in his living room of his condo. He did not realize that Aniya would be coming over to get him to take him shopping that day.
Thread: The Succubus inside Aniya by RobBase086 and Ninde

Aniyah pulled up to the building in the purple Mini her boyfriend had bought for her a few months ago. Rob had promised to take her shopping today, her excitment sent her almost running up the stairs. She put her key into the door and stepped inside. Hi sweety, are you almost ready to go, she said as she closed the door. When she turned back around she saw he was watching a football game. Her shoulders slumped a little knowing it was going to rough pulling him away. Aniyah curled up beside Rob, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, Rob sweety are we stillgoing shopping today? You promised we would.