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Post by Aredhel on Oct 29, 2004 22:17:33 GMT -5
I flipped the sign around, glad that the great industry of coffee had the priveledge of opening before the sun came up. Nowhere else would I have been able to do that. Certainly not where I'd been for the past God-knows how long. The problem with being immortal is that you start to lose track of time, and when you've got everything and nothing on your mind, it just makes it worse. I'd been back in LA for a week, but had avoided leaving the crypt; my senses were going haywire and I didn't want to face the gang just yet, especially not if everything was as twisted as it seemed. Every time I tried to sleep or meditate, all I could feel were... vibes. They couldn't even be pinned down to specific types of vibes, just vibes in general, and that was a feeling I did not like. Not at all.
"What are you worrying about?"
I swivelled on the spot, being too caught up in my own thoughts to have noticed Aralin approaching. She carried with her a mound of cloth, and I knew full well what was wrapped inside. It was too precious to leave alone, I knew, and she had made it her own task to protect the blade. It was as precious to her as it was to me. It was our salvation, and it was Aralin's greatest task.
I sighed. "I don't even know anymore. We found what we were looking for, didn't we?"
"Aredhel, my sister, you do not know what you are looking for."
"Oh cut the insightful crap, Lin," I snapped, running a cloth over the counter.
She just raised her eyebrows, remaining calm and poised as ever. I sighed again.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." I trailed off, not know what it was any more than she did.
"You'll find what you need, my sister. Perhaps you should speak to your friends. You left them without warning..."
"Again."
"Yes, again. I'm sure they worried."
"They'll manage. I've done it before."
"Hence the 'again'."
"Right. Look, let's just get the coffee going. Pass me a muffin..."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 30, 2004 4:22:19 GMT -5
"Through the air, or by hand?" I asked, leaning against the door frame. "Bonnie's been asking where her two new friends were. So were a lot of the guys actually," I stood straight and walked over to them, eyeing the clothe carefuly. "Is that what I think it is?"
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Post by Peps on Oct 30, 2004 5:35:10 GMT -5
"Hey" I said, walking to where Doc was standing, "Hi, I said again to Del. "You're back!"
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Post by Maya on Oct 30, 2004 6:58:22 GMT -5
((so... is this the latest then?))
"The sun... nearly rises, and caffiene calls." I said as i walked passsed Doc into the shop. "hey Del. Coffee me pwese."
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Post by peps on Oct 30, 2004 7:36:22 GMT -5
"Personally, I hate coffee...so I'll just have a muffin please!" I said to Del, "Oh, and do you have any cheese?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 30, 2004 10:12:42 GMT -5
(((Crap. Can I join before the tyriel thing stops?)))
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Post by Aredhel on Oct 30, 2004 15:32:13 GMT -5
((I suppose you could if you really wanted to...doesn't matter to me lol))
Pity that I couldn't answer Doc before the mob showed up. I smirked at the rest of them. "What do I look like, your slave elf? I come back from journeys untold and you want a coffee! Humans..."
It was so easy, passing it all off as a joke. A simple matter of laughs. But it wasn't. I began pouring the coffee pot, but found myself pausing as I winced and brought a hand to my head. Something was wrong, but did I really want to know what it was? Better to just wait until they told me, I decided.
I finished pouring Mai's coffee and lobbed a muffin with a chunck of cheddar at Pepper. Then I stopped, raising an eyebrow at Doc.
"You want a peek then?"
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Post by Maya on Oct 30, 2004 16:00:35 GMT -5
"OOh, saber?" I asked as i noticed the bundle. I could feel Dels unease- she knew something was wrong, she knew thing had happended since she'd been away, but i was scared to voice them, scared to let the emotions i had squashed out again. I had gone from totally depresed, to rampage demon killer, to living in total denial... and i was afraid to lift that veil from my eyes.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 30, 2004 17:20:14 GMT -5
"Well, since there are two Wielders of some sort in the room, a peek wouldn't hurt," I was acting like the me Aredhel remembered. It was easy, really. If you thought about it, my entire time here I had been acting like someone elase. After I told the story of my life, I thought my acting days were over. Silly me.
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Post by TPot on Oct 30, 2004 17:25:30 GMT -5
I walked into the bar, Tam following me. I had no idea why I was bringing her here. Then I remembered... "Caffiene." Tam raced past me and pointed to Pepper. "Is that the girl you said had to t be part angel or something because being that beautiful isn't natural?"
I did a very good impersonation of a lobster while looking at my shoes.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 30, 2004 17:38:56 GMT -5
Laughter exploded around teh room at TPot's blush. Even I had a quiet chuckle.
"Ouch," I said. "See, this is why I'm glad i never got to introduce my sister to my girlfriends. Too painful," Too painful to talk about too, I though quietly to myself.
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Post by Aredhel on Oct 30, 2004 21:49:41 GMT -5
Aralin's hand was on my shoulder before I could say anything. That look was easy to recognize, no matter how well he hid it. I could see it in the mirror sometimes; loss. But how much?
[No,] I reminded myself. [You wait until they're ready.]
Aralin, bless her forever, was already laying her precious bundle on the counter, confident that no unwanted visitors would stroll through the door. Perhaps it was a bit selfish of me, but it was easy to push thoughts of pain and loss from my mind as we unwrapped my prize. Our prize. Made for me by my sister, and found by both of us together (a trial I'm not sure was any simpler than the first forging itself, but Aralin still refuses to comment).
The hilt gleamed silver now, a single gem held firmly in place. It had no real name, just as it had no real shape or colour as any named gems have. It was undoubtedly forged just as the sword was, a feat that was great in itself, though Lin wouldn't tell me which of the original forgers made it. I guess I'd never know. But that wasn't the point.
The blade was fairly nondescript, considering that it was a blade of legend. But what really set it apart was the shine; even when we found it, no amount of dirt or grime was near. The blade was sharp; sharp enough to cut through some-- well, that's another story entirely. It shone brightly, whihc was interesting considering the only lighting around was the dull lighting that had always been in the shop...
I could actually feel my features soften as I gazed at the weapon in front of me, and I could see Aralin's do the same. There was something about the sword, something that not even my chereished Celebhith could compete with. This wasn't made out of hatred, or a desire to be used as a weapon. The sword in front of me was made for another reason. A higher reason. Dare I say it? Love.
It was Aralin who broke the silence. "Well?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 30, 2004 22:54:29 GMT -5
The sense as the Sabre was shown was incredible, like nothing else I'd ever experianced. It was almost as if...
A single tear slid down my face. "Incredible," I whispered. "I've never seen anything like it."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 31, 2004 1:55:01 GMT -5
(((Right I am joining, which proves I get Tyriel out of my mind. Ya boo)))
I dragged myself through the door and saw Del. Immediatly my brain sent out frantic messages to my face. Smile. Come on, smile. Be hyper happy Jessy. Come on smile. I managed a weak smile then sat down. "I am not a morning pers- " I saw the sabre. "Wow, whose is that?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 31, 2004 3:15:50 GMT -5
"No ones," I said to her. "That's the first Soul Sabre, Jess."
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