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Post by iceland on Jul 24, 2012 13:56:20 GMT -6
There were so many tings he could not remember---why had he come, for what reason was he doing here? Whatever had marred his memory left him in a state of terrible confusion. As he walked silent footsteps across the wooden floorboard, blinks of memories began seeped into his mind. A camera, a locket, a pair of scissors, a bird, and a photo; all of that appeared in chronological order.
Certainly his mind was trying to tell him something, but he could not figure it out. But since it all made no sense to him, he concluded that it was worthless information.
"This must be an attic or something..." he muttered to himself as he looked around. It was a giant room, filled with very odd and seemingly worthless things. With only a modest amount of light available, he could only see the dark outlines of the things in front of him. Beyond his peripheral was a shadowy silhouette of the unknown. All around him, almost invisibe gossamer webs hung from every crook and nanny. Every object he looked at had a coat of fine white dust.
The problem was, everything looked the same. Everything looked broken, like something a part of it was missing.
There was a distinct and emotional jab somewhere in his gut. For some reason, he felt as if he belonged in this horribly lonely place. These things, he thought, were most likely precious once before, long ago before they were stored and forgotten.
"Trifles," he frowned as he picked up a broken bird cage. "This must be where I belong..."
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Post by Turkey on Jul 24, 2012 16:48:51 GMT -6
He slowly felt himself waking up; he had to pry his way up from the depths of the dark sleep he was in under. Feeling his nose start tickling, he moved his arm slowly up to his face to scratch it, but it didn’t help, it only got worse. He felt a sneeze building up and jerked sharply with the force of the sneeze once it decided it didn’t want to stay inside him anymore. Opening his eyes, he looked around to see the dust that he had kicked up settling back down around him. He didn’t know how long he had been there, he couldn’t remember much more than a party and people he knew dressed strangely. Getting up slowly, he had to dust himself off, the proof that he had been there longer than he thought. Now to figure out where I am and how I got here.”
Looking around, he saw the cobwebs and all the dust and knew that no one had been up here for ages…wherever here was. Taking a few steps, he heard the floor board’s creek and sighed, he wouldn’t be able to get around up here without someone knowing where he was. Looking behind him, he saw that he leaving foot prints in the dust, leaving a trail that even a baby could follow. He needed to figure out where he was. His eyes fell upon a small dust covered box sitting on an equally dust covered table. There was something about the box that he felt drawn to, felt the need to see inside of it. Picking it up to examine it, he saw many interesting things about it. It was darkened with age but still seemed to be made out of one of the darker types of wood with a very fine grain that wouldn’t splinter easily. Wiping the dust off of it, he noticed very ornate scroll work that seemed to move before his eyes. It flowed around the box as if trying to hypnotize him. Blinking rapidly, he broke the trance he had started falling under and opened the box. A beautiful but haunting melody resounded around him and filled his ears. Images of days long since passed filled his head; vaulted ceilings in ballrooms lit up with dozens of chandeliers hanging above everyone’s heads, men and women dressed up in the finest tuxes and gowns that money could buy.
He was lost in the music, it filled his entire being and seemed to separate him from the real world. Watching the people dance, he so desperately wanted to join in, to break whatever was holding him back and go for it. So lost in the music he was, he didn’t realize that his eyes had glazed over and had started clouding over, a white film was slowly forming on his eyes. Unfortunately his eyes were hidden beneath his mask so it wouldn't be obvious to anyone at first glance that anything was wrong.
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Post by iceland on Jul 24, 2012 18:28:39 GMT -6
Suddenly, in the midst of silence, an enchanted song poured in like honey. With every chime and note, the song hinted happiness, charm, and mirth. It must be a music box, the one with little bronze winding gears and carefully crafted designs, perhaps made by someone with good intentions. However, for it to play in such a forsaken area made it irresistibly eerie and unsettling.
He tried his best to be rational at this point to calm his nerves. Emil assumed that some natural accident had made the music box play. Carefully, he placed the cage down and then cautiously walked over to the direction of the noise. Curiosity was a vixen, always constantly making him step on dangers against his will. She would tell him to turn his cheek towards a dark cellar, mystify him with whispers of unknown truths, and now she was telling him to follow the beguiling song.
Such was life.
"Hallo?" He called as he looked around. The song seemed to come from every direction so he had no clue where it really was. Suddenly he became a little tense as he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. His memory was a little faded but he remembered something about dangerous creatures. "Somebody's here right?"
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Post by Turkey on Jul 24, 2012 22:50:52 GMT -6
The song continued to play, trying to draw him in deeper to the music. Each note wrapped around him and added another layer between him and the world. Though the music started to morph, from calm and hauntingly eerily to something more... sinister. This figures started changing before his eyes, gone were the beautiful people dancing to the peaceful song that invited you to partake of the fun. Instead they were replaced by corpses in the time stained ragged shreds of what used to be they beautiful clothing they had worn before.
He no longer wanted to join the dancing; he wanted to be far away from these creatures as possible. He tried to turn around, head back the way he had come from, but he found himself bound in place by shreds of cloth that has somehow wrapped themselves around his arms and legs. They looked as if one touch could turn them to dust. Unfortunately they held strong as steel and wouldn’t let him move. The figures turned to look at him and started slowly making their way towards him as to force him to join. Back in the real world, Sadiq was still staring at the music box which continued to play its song. The scroll work on the sides and the front looked like it started to move again, swirling on in never ending circles that caught the eye and held it. There was old writing present on the inside of the lid, but Sadiq was in no shape to read it. His hands clenched and flexed on the box, trying to let go. He managed to move enough to where he tripped over a box that was beside him. As he fell, he kept staring straight at the box, eyes never leaving it as boxes fell and many items clanged and banged. His eyes lost some of the white film that had started covering them when he heard someone talking to him.
“Over here” His voice was faint, as if he had to force the words from his throat. Hopefully someone heard him and closed the box in his hand.
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Post by iceland on Jul 25, 2012 0:24:52 GMT -6
He had once heard a riddle that went along the lines of this: When you say my name, I no longer exist. What am I? Silence. Perturbed by the sudden halt of the melody, Emil's steps became slower and more cautious. He felt as if his body's defense mechanisms went up because of the insane muteness. The boy had no idea why he suddenly developed such a craving for music. Something about the song must have been.. enchanted, to say so at best. Demented, at worst. When he heard a voice, his heart skipped two beats. His first assumption revolved around the possibility that it was a spirit's voice. It was faint, almost forced breath like it was desperate to be found. Emil hastened his steps, heavily gliding across the wooden floor, leaving a series of wailing creeks following behind him. It was just that feeling---it was as if be was being watched. Then there was a loud crash and he was sure his soul tried to rip itself out from his wretched body. Nearly out of breath, Emil stared at what looked like a man underneath a pile of boxes. It almost didn't look real. One moment he was alone and another he saw a random weirdly masked man who had made himself comfortable with the boxes. It didn't take too long for him to recognize the mask though. "I remember you." He spoke flatly with an accusatory undertone. Emil's first memory of this nation--or what used to be this nation--was not quite fond. Either way, remembering to be decorous, he walked over and then removed (or rather kicked) the boxes away from the man. Consecutively, he extended out his hand to him after taking a glance of what he presumed to be a music box. "So you're the one that made all of that racket. Hmph."
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Post by Turkey on Jul 25, 2012 1:17:39 GMT -6
The music still rang in his head, loud and clear as if he had head phones directing the music direct from the music box to his ears, or was it that the music had started coming from his own ears? He didn’t know anymore. The music was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The figured moved toward him in tune with the music as in some bastardized form of a dance that should never have existed. His limbs started feeling heavier and heavier the longer the music played. Fighting the bonds still, he longed to hear the voice again. Whoever that voice belonged to was helping him more than they knew. He heard the voice and the music skipped a beat and the bonds weakened.
The bonds tightened and forced Sadiq to his knees to where he was kneeling before the monsters. He could feel his chest tightening, becoming harder to breathe. Trying to take slow, deep breaths, he gagged at the smell of the rotting flesh. He knew he needed to get out, but he was trapped. He could only depend on the voice, the voice that he could be a figment of his imagination. With a sigh as he pulled on the bindings again, he heard it. The music faltered and he was able to breathe easier.
Signs appeared on his physical body to that the spell had faltered in it hold, that it was losing its hold on him. More of the witness left his eyes and he was able to turn his head towards the direction that he thought he heard the voice from. It was so faint over the music, like it was a few rooms away. He couldn’t see, but he didn’t need to, as long as someone was there they could help him.
“Can’t see, music everywhere” He shuddered as it felt like an icy finger ran down his spine. The mask on his face still hid his eyes, but it didn’t matter if it was on or not right now anyway. His eyes were blank and still had a touch of the white film over it; he could only see the dilapidated ballroom and its ghastly inhabitants. His hand was still frozen on the music box, fingers twitching with the need to close it yet unable to. The scroll work was still moving and the words were still present, chaining from one language to another as if it wanted to be read.
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Post by iceland on Jul 25, 2012 14:36:30 GMT -6
It was because of that mask. Emil wasn't sure if Sadiq was joking or not--or if it was him at all. A haunting thought that lingered on the back of his mind was about the possibility that it was just one of the manor's awful creatures. When he saw the pale lips and lack of color on the man's exposed face, Emil knew that he must be sick or... something else entirely. His hand recoiled, as if he was fearful that whatever had affected the handicapped man would be contagious. What was the right thing to do here? Strike it down before it becomes a howling monster? But there was still that slight possibility that the person was indeed the Republic of Turkey.
"Music?" He repeated slowly with a subtle frown. Surely, he did hear music earlier but all noises had ceased. The main question is--how can music affect one's sight? "What are you---"
The music box was still open. How curious did it make no noise at all. Seemingly ignoring the man who appeared to be in a painful trance, Emil squat down and examined the box. The gears were still winding innocently, playing some absurd melody that cannot be heard with his ears. He touched it and then right away reeled his hand away. If there was a perk or two about being a Nordic, one was being familiar with the mythical.
He looked at the masked man one more time before promptly shutting the music box. Emil wasn't sure about what effect that'll do, but judging by the way the man's hand was trembling for freedom, it might've been the only thing he could do.
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Post by Turkey on Jul 25, 2012 16:00:18 GMT -6
Music continued to play, seemingly burrowing into his brain as if it intended to stay there. The notes and the chords all seemed to indicate an end to the song which never came, as soon as he thought it was done it would start up again, bringing him back in, further into the mystical world he was in. The scene has shifted slightly again. The figures had morphed back to how they originally appeared. Handsome men and beautiful women were standing around him, beseeching him to join in the festivities. The voice he kept hearing was drawing him back, kept reminding him that this wasn’t real and he shouldn’t get caught up in it.
The bands loosened around his appendages and he stood up and brushed himself off. He was still in his costume, but it looked more…refined somehow, more elegant. He was just about to reach forward to take a dancers hand when the vision dissolved in front of his eyes and the music slowly left. Blinking his eyes, the color and the life came back to them and he gasped for the full breath he wasn’t getting before. Looking around he a man he thought he recognized and tried to say something, only to have nothing come out. His lips moved, but no sound emerged. Swallowing once, he looked back at the music box in his hands which he still couldn’t get his fingers off.
He still heard the music, but it was as if it was muffled, from a few rooms away or under water. Looking back at the man he thought might have been Iceland , he nodded and smiled. “Thank you. But how did you find me…and how did I get on the floor?” His fingers were still on the box and wouldn’t let go, still twitching, but his time with the subconscious need to open it again.
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Post by iceland on Jul 25, 2012 17:30:44 GMT -6
"You made a lot of noise." Emil replied curtly as he stood up. "I don't know how you got on the floor. When I got here, you were down, acting really weird."
He had a bothered expression on, but deep inside, he was quite relieved to see another person around--especially somebody sort of familiar. "What I did was shut that music box for you. You should leave it somewhere else... Doesn't look very safe."
Then he paused. Emil was oh so curious. That gut feeling in of him wanted him to pry for more answers. His whole being was being drawn to the music box because of his piqued interest. The boy laid eyes on the box and then folded his arms. "You said some weird stuff too."
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Post by Turkey on Jul 25, 2012 21:33:22 GMT -6
He looked around, seemingly confused, he didn’t know what was going on or where he was. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was Sadiq, the representative of Turkey, he was stuck in a weird manor, and that was about it. Wasn’t sure how many other Nations were here, or even if the person in front of him was Iceland or not. He still heard the notes playing in his head, but it was still soft.
“I don’t remember, all I remember is opening the music box.”
He looked at the music box again, the scroll work was beautiful and it looked like it belonged to a different time period, like it wasn’t supposed to be here, not in this time period, not in this house.
“That was probably a good idea, shutting the music box, the music can easily get to you, trap you in its melody.”
He moved his eyes over to Iceland again and shrugged. He didn’t notice his free hand move and start caressing the box, didn’t notice his body was moving without him telling it too. His fingers brushed the scroll work, the lid and sides. He seemed to stroke it like it was something that had much value and should be treated with much more care than being stuck in the attic with the dust and cobwebs, left to decay in its own time.
“I was saying weird things? What did I say?” He couldn’t remember talking, but hopefully hearing what he said would trigger a memory of what had happened while under the influence of the music box.
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Post by iceland on Jul 26, 2012 0:28:29 GMT -6
"Trap you into it's melody," He repeated in a subtly mocking manner. A part of him was just hoping that this suspicions of the box were false. Given the circumstances, Emil was in no position to lose his mind over some crazy magical box in an attic. He had other important things to get to--like finding a way out. "Ja, well that's a nice play of words. Thing is it made no noise..."
Emil stared at the man as he began to probe the little box, as if it belonged to him. It made him feel a little uneasy, not because of the way the man was handling the music box, but the apparent fondness the Turk had with it. He let out a sharp sigh as his anxiety began to creep back.
"Said you can't see because music was everywhere..." The boy looked around elsewhere and then examined a broken handheld mirror. Though the mirror was shattered, he paid no attention to that. Rather, he found interest in the intricate silver designs that embellished the rim and the handle. While still examining it, he asked, "You didn't... happen to experience anything when you opened it right?"
Emil turned back and looked at Sadiq. "Because magic--" He hesitated and then glanced away. "That kind of magic only exists in fairytales..."
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Post by Turkey on Jul 26, 2012 15:01:01 GMT -6
Sadiq heard the way that Iceland spoke, heard the derision in his voice and frowned. He wanted to respond back in his normal mocking way, but he was unable to think of anything. The music playing in his head had enough hold on him to keep him from thinking anything but simple thoughts. “It traps you in its melody, and it does play.” He tilted his head to look at Iceland and furrowed his eyebrows. “You don’t hear the music?”
Looking around like he was lost again, he tried to figure out where he was. There were lots of old knickknacks scattered around and boxes, but that was only in the small area he could see in the dark room. He had to find something to distract him from the music he could still hear, least he tried to start actively listening to it and figuring out the basic rhythm and get lost in it again.
“That’s ….not quite right.” He forced himself to remember what had happened between the time he had opened the music box until the box had been closed. The memory didn’t want to return, wanted to try and stay buried and the more he tried to remember, the more it was making his head hurt. “I couldn’t see you or this place, but I saw something…what the hell was I seeing.”
He racked his brain and shook his head while he subconsciously started to fiddle with the catch on the box. His had that was holding onto the box gripped it tightly, tight enough to turn the knuckles white. With a sigh, he let himself listen to the music that should not be playing and with more of his attention focused on it; he started remembering more of what he had seen.
“Well obviously It does exist, despite your beliefs.” He was focusing on the broken images he has seen and had started moving his foot as if in time with the music he hearing still. “There were people dancing; women in beautiful gowns and men dressed handsomely in their regalia. Just watching them made you want to join in, though at one point they became decaying corpses clothed in the time stained remnants of what they had worn before.”
He was still focused on trying to figure out what he had seen when under the thrall of the music that he didn’t notice the hand that had been playing with the lock before was now gripping the lid. The sound of the music increased, became more prominent in his mind, trying to draw him back in. He tried to open his mouth to speak again, but it was no use. His eyes had taken on the hallow look again and his hand flipped the lid open again. He felt himself losing consciousness again as the music dominated his mind, his last thought before everything went black was he hoped it was only himself and that Iceland hadn’t been caught up in it and pulled with him.
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Post by iceland on Jul 26, 2012 16:54:55 GMT -6
"No," He replied staidly after he spoke. "Well if you describe it as that, let's just leave it alone, yeah?"
It can't be magic. Emil was just hoping with all of his wits that what he had thought was wrong. Those fantasies used to be a part of his life. Magic used to be the center of his lifestyle when he was young. Among nature would be fairies, trolls, elves while among the wicked were curses, hexes, and demons. But the wind of the contemporary age had swept and Emil knew he couldn't rely on magic to get him out of debt. The stories of the old that had brought fourth fireside mirth could not nullify the many sleepless nights over the loss of jobs, failure of banks, and myriads of bills.
People say that Iceland was too young to be considered jaded, but that was how he felt. Emil knew he was in denial, but he also knew he was too stubborn to prove himself wrong. That was just the kind of person he was.
"Whatever..." He mumbled when the man pointed out magic's existence. "You're just old--going senile or something."
Then he paused. Denial or not, he knew where this was going. Surely the man couldn't be as daft as to open the box again. Yet the conversation ceased and right then and there, something was wrong.
Hastily, Emil placed the mirror down and then rushed over to Sadiq. Teeth clenched, firsts curled, the boy reached out to grab the box away from the motionless man. "You moron you're not supposed to---"
Music poured in like silver sunlight, ringing in his head. The melody chimed false security, lulling him, seducing him, beguiling him. Iceland tried to resist as he thought of his older brother--if he was here, he would've been able to break this enchantment. Relentlessly, this invisible force pulled him like gravity. When he dared open one eye, he saw what Turkey had described.
Dancing. Festivities. Men and women of beautiful nature whisking their joy with each other in a circular motion. Smiles, laughing--all so familiar, yes. A woman, pretty as a flower, reached out a hand to him as she smiled. She looked so precious, promising happiness to any she graces their presence with. Emil was trapped in the world between, but his soul was drifting towards this illusion.
Truly, he was blinded, because once he took her hand, he stood petrified in fear as the cobwebbed corpses dragged him six feet under towards the abyss.
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Post by Turkey on Jul 27, 2012 0:38:32 GMT -6
Nothing, there was nothing but the music. Sadiq knew Iceland had said something to him but he couldn’t respond. All other sounds were muffled to the point where everything but the music sounded like it was a few rooms away at best.
Slowly coming to himself again, he had to blink at seeing himself back in the ball room in the outfit he wore the first time. Looking around again, he knew there was something he should be remembering, but he didn’t remember what… something was important and flittered the edge of his conscience, but refused to be grasped. With a sigh, he shrugged and looked around. Catching the eye of one of the beautiful women, he nodded a greeting and walked through the crowed. “Where are they, there was someone with me just a few minutes ago, but who was it?”
He tried to think, but it was so hard to think with the tones and chords picking his thoughts apart, trying to rearrange them to their purposes. Was he with a female before…no, a male. Trying to pull a picture of the male in his head, he rubbed his forehead and thought hard. A picture appeared before him, a man with icy white hair appeared before him and he recognized him, he had to find him. With a determined look on his face, he took a step forward only to have his thoughts shatter and be filled with music again as someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw a beautiful woman curtsy before him and offer her hand. With a slight bow, he took her hand and wrapped one arm around her waist as he led her in a dance he previously didn’t know the steps to. Around and around they turned, her full length light green dress brushing the tops of his feet as it flowed to the movements of the song. She was very pretty thought he couldn’t see the top part of her face due to the feather mask she wore. It didn’t bother him much since he wore a mask too, but it was odd to see someone else with one. As the dance wore on, he switched partners a few times; sometimes it was female and other times it was male. Truthfully it made no different to him as all it was to him was dancing, a pure simple exercise of the body that had no effect on him emotionally. He smiled and came to a halt as he saw one woman who seemed to shine above the rest. Taking further notice, Sadiq saw that she was standing with someone else and felt the first emotion he had felt all night burn through him. He wanted to be the one standing with her, wanted to be the one that captured her attention. He knew he would do anything she wanted; all she had to do was ask. Slowly he made his way towards them, planning on how he would address them. Finally reaching them, he cleared his throat. “May I have this dance milady? You don't need to feel forced to keep the company of this creeton any longer.” He bowed deep and was appropriate for someone who seemed to be of higher rank, and waited for her to respond.
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Post by iceland on Jul 27, 2012 1:12:29 GMT -6
Where in the world was he? As Emil looked around, the shift in setting ascertained that he... might not be in the world at all. There was a timeless air in the grandeur of the golden ballroom. Silken drapes hung upon pillars and walls, falling down in a cascade of red ripples and folds. There was a lot of chatter, some in a language he could not recognize. A lot of clankering--of a wine glass or two tipping against each other as a notion of wishing the other well. Sweeping over the marbled floor were people, beautiful men and women dancing with each other with smiles and cheer.
Wait, he remembered this. It was slowly dawning upon him as he stared down at his hands and clothes. He had seen this whole scene before---before everything became horrendous and catastrophic. At first he was relatively calm, for he constantly told himself that it was a simple dream. He would soon wake from it and then return to---to the manor.
The boy let out a huge gasp before covering his mouth when people looked at him inquisitively. He cleared his throat and then fixed his uniform as a cover-up. Something had gone amiss... it was because of that box. He needed to find Sadiq--but he didn't have the time to dwell on it because he came face-to-face with a woman.
Frozen in his tracks, Emil had no choice but to stare at her. What words could describe her other than just 'beautiful' by itself? Her skin was softly hued with an olive color, and due to the lighting, her complexion appeared to glow with radiance. Her chatoyant eyes were deep hazel, seductive, manipulative. Her hair was dark auburn, adorned with small pearls and elegantly tied back into a short bun. As for her dress, it was as black as the darkest night, and she was perhaps the only person in the whole room that wore this color. Her red lips curved into a coy smile.
"You're not going to only stare at me all day, are you?" She asked, her exotic accent showing through. "Sometimes the best way to a woman's heart is to be straight-forward."
Emil was at a lost for words. In any dimension, Emil had proven to have absolutely zero experience with charming a lady and it wasn't going to start with this one.
"Uhm..." Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw Sadiq sauntering over. After seeing how he acted---immersed in this crazy nightmare--Emil stared at him as if he was an abomination. "Creeton?" He scowled. "Sadi--"
"Oh?" The woman turned to him and then gave him a small, mischievous grin. "See boy? This is what I meant! Of course, scumpule, please do entertain me. Seeing so many familiar faces does get a little boring." She waited for an outstretched hand and then delicately placed her hand over it.
Meanwhile Emil was ready to flip something over. He didn't know whether he was angry that he was pulled into this mess or whether he was angry that Sadiq appeared completely brainwashed. Either way, it was going to take a lot to undo this disaster that had fallen upon itself.
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Post by Turkey on Jul 28, 2012 15:15:47 GMT -6
Sadiq usually wasn’t one to react to someone so strongly based on looks, but this case felt different. She was so beautiful, as if someone took the world’s beauty and distilled it into one person. He could only look at her; she was a Queen when everyone was but lowly, careworn servants of the lowest type. Her hair and eyes and everything about her was attracting him to her. Her beauty was otherworldly, from the shimmer of her skin to the exotic look of her eyes, how they looked like pools that could drown someone if they weren’t careful.
He ignored the boy after the initial insult, after all, the more attention you give a low life, the more attention it craves. He held his hand out for the lady to take, as was only proper, and waited for her answer. Having her hand over his sent shivers down his back and part of him knew this wasn’t right, but that rational part of him was locked in his head, unable to break free of the cage the music had built around him. Gently he wrapped his fingers around hers and brought her hand up to his lips where he kissed the very back of it. Looking in her eyes, Sadiq nodded and smiled slightly.
“Your wish is my command, my liege.”
He turned towards Iceland and sniffed once, seemingly in disgust with the man in front of him. “Time to let the grownups play boy, why don’t you go back to whatever household task you were assigned.”
Turning away from the creature he had deemed unworthy for both of their attentions, he led the gorgeous lady that he had become smitten with to the dance floor, never taking his mask clad, hollow eyes off of her. He shifted his hand position until she had hers held in the classic dance pose with his other hand on her waist. As the music shifted to a waltz, he tightened his hold on her slightly and began leading her in the dance that he usually butchered, but seemed to be an expert in this night. They past multiple couples on the dance floor and ignored them all. Their black outfits stood out from the rest of the colorful ones the rest of the guests were wearing. A small chill ran through the room and he was glad he couldn’t think of the implications that could be had from the image.
“If I may be so bold, would you grace a poor gentleman like me with your name?”
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Post by iceland on Jul 29, 2012 1:18:43 GMT -6
"'Liege'? Oh, that's new!" The woman chuckled heartfully. "Maintain the flattery, love. Or else you'd make me melt this very moment before we even do anything." She grinned and then winked at Iceland after Sadiq's comment. "My favorite part about dancing is what people do afterwards. Isn't that right, dear? Lighten up, sweetheart. Have a drink or two."
"Will do." Emil's eye twitch in disgust at what they were suggesting. Shortly after, he became heated with anger after realizing what the Turk meant. Possessed or not, he was not going to tolerate such distateful words thrown at his direction. For a second, he was utterly convinced that he would leave the man here and escape by himself. When the two left however, he turned away and scowled as he walked towards the refreshments table. "Pig." He seethed under his breath and he took a glass of wine. If their souls were indeed sucked into the box as he had assumed, then there would be no trouble trying to kill a soul in this world... Certainly souls wouldn't die.
When angry or stressed, Emil could only be calmed by consuming an alcoholic beverage. It was the best he could do given the... delicacy of the situation. He exhaled irritably as he stared at the bevy of merrymakers waltzing around. The best he could do now was find a way out while keeping an eye on the testosterone-fired Turk.
Turning away, he looked around at the surroundings. There were soldiers in decorate armor that stood like gargoyes in front of the only entrance and exit. From the distance, he could already see the hollowness of their eyes and the listlessness of their face. Sighing with disappointment, he looked around for any other options. It appeared there was no way out... as if the manor itself was a handful already. Since the alcohol didn't kill him instantly as it might've, Emil sternly told a bartender, "Please bring me your strongest alcohol."
All smiles while waltzing away, the woman beamed at the man in front of her. "You're a good dancer," She said before she spun once. A gentle hand was pressed against his chest as they continued to sway at his rhythmn. Subtly, though, she began to try to lead the dance. The corners of her lips curved upwards and she lowered her eyelids. "You sure you're not going to forget it by the end of this dance? You wear a mask but I see a lot in your eyes. Pride, power, tragedy..."
Gently, she lifted his chin up as she stared at his lips with desire. "Remember this name then, as if your life depends on it." She smiled and then pressed leaned in and brushed her lips against his as she sensuously whispered, "Nicoleta."
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Post by Turkey on Jul 30, 2012 23:39:39 GMT -6
“Only be best words for someone as beautiful as you. And it’s not flattery when it’s true. Your wish is my command.” He wasn’t lying, he felt like he had to obey her every whim, every wish and order, no matter how crazy her demands could get. He felt his lips grinning back at the suggestion and winked at her too. “Sounds like the perfect ending to a dance to me.” He continued to ignore Iceland as a non-factor, which part of him was happy about as it gave more time for Iceland to figure out what was going on and to hopefully stay safe.
Once they had settled into the music and the dance continued, everyone else seemed to vanish. As time wore on it seemed like he was slightly remembering more things, but it just didn’t seem to matter, as if they were passing thought about the weather or if he had left the bedroom light on. He tried to chase the thoughts, to track down if he could piece his thoughts back together, to figure out what was going on.
Hearing her melodious voice, he turned his head more fully towards her and smiled softy. “Thank you, but I am only a good dancer because I am dancing with such a skilled woman. I am but a mere student and you are the teacher, I don’t believe I ever danced this before tonight.” His thoughts stumbled over that. He tried to remember if he did know the dance or not before tonight and shook his head. It really didn’t matter.
“I won’t forget it, I have a very good memory. You see pride, power and tragedy?” Thoughts ran thought his head, quick as a flash before they were gone; himself standing proud before kneeling subject, himself so sick he could barely move, how people trembled in his presence… eyes lost some of their hollowness as he remembered a bit more about himself. He was brought out of his musings by a hand on his chin and realized what she was going to do. He closed his eyes as she landed in and brushed her lips against his. A chill ran up his back and he visibly shivered … it felt like someone had walked over his grave. Lifting a hand, he cupped her cheek and caressed her skin with his thumb. “Nicoleta, what a beautiful name; it fits such a beautiful woman.” He had a feeling he had to keep her attention on him and off his companion? He really needed to figure everything out and soon.
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Post by iceland on Aug 2, 2012 18:30:05 GMT -6
She moved her head away so that they were at a comfortable conversation-holding distance. A hint of a smile graced her lips. "Pride, power, tragedy," She began with gusto, a glint of pain surfacing in her eyes, "Da. All of which are very familiar to me."
To his touch, Nicoleta made a rather enigmatic smile. Although she radiated with dark and macabre beauty, there was a looming stream of melancholy with her ever gesture. "Am I really so beautiful?" She asked slowly as she placed a hand over his. "I've always heard men call me beautiful. Before, they would bow at my feet, asking for my hand in marriage."
She lowered her eyes as she softly squeezed his hand. "But they all left me. I wonder... why that was so?" There was an almost menacing look on her face.
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Emil wiped his lips with his sleeve after finishing his third glass of their 'finest wine'. Glancing over his shoulder, he could still see Sadiq being carelessly romantic with the woman. However, something was oddly different. There was a little tension in the air. The dancers and lovers suddenly did not look so jovial. It was as if the whole pace of the ballroom slowed down, slowly awaiting for something to happen on cue. He felt them listening all around him, so dangerously alert Emil was pretty sure they could hear his breathing. The pressure felt focused on the two donned in black.
He strode over to the couple very quickly and even paced. Emil tried his best to keep himself calm despite the inward anxiety. As he approached closer to the couple, he could see the crystallized venom that was the woman's eyes. It had power. Cautiously, he tapped Sadiq's shoulder. "Excuse me miss. I have an emergency and I must talk to Sadiq."
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Sadiq Adnan
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Post by Turkey on Aug 8, 2012 2:11:10 GMT -6
Sadiq held her closer upon hearing the hitch to her voice and seeing the glint in her eyes that he recognized as one that had been present in his own on multiple occasions in the past. He felt sorry for her and wanted to ease her pain. He knew he could do it if given a chance, and he wanted the chance to make it better for her. He wanted to make her smile, make her light up the room with her smile the way her beauty did. He blinked and when his eyes focused again he saw her smile some. It unnerved him to see it as it wasn’t a bright happy smile like he wanted; it was darker, more sinister. Part of him knew that if he continued along the past he was on, he would be lost to whatever world this was, but he couldn’t help himself, something was pulling him on this course and wouldn’t let him stop.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and I have seen women from every corner of the globe.”
He could feel the pain in her voice tugging at his heart strings, asking to be soothed of the constant ache that they felt, the stabbing pain that such a rejection could cause.
“Those that left you are fools and should not be remembered as they were not worthy enough to be with you for eternity. You deserve someone who would devote every waking moment to you and you alone, give everything they have to try and fulfill your every desire.”
Sadiq mentally gagged at hearing such drivel and manure flow from his mouth and off his tongue as easily as it did. It made him want to stab himself in the tongue to get it to stop. Though a chill passed over his spine as the tension in the room mounted. This was all his fault, his and the stupid music box’s. He hoped that his companion was smart enough to try and get out, save himself while he could. His fingers gripped her velvet covered waist harder than he meant to, but he couldn’t get his grip to ease up. Every fiber of him was screaming to get away, to run while he could, but he couldn’t let go, couldn’t away.
Feeling the tap on his shoulder, he turned to frown at the person while inside he was cheering and yelling at the same time, especially when he realized who it was. He knew this person, he had to if they kept trying to get his attention and the fact they knew his name.
“Alright plebeian, you want my attention so bad you felt the need to interrupt me and the lady of this dance, you have it.”
Finally able to pull his hand away from her waist, he shifted her other hand so he could kiss the back of it as he looked into her eyes. “I’ll be back in a few as soon as I take care of whatever business this servant has that requires my attention. I apologize for the interruption.” He bowled again as he turned to the icy headed male and frowned. “Speak your peace and begone, you don’t deserve to be here.” Sadiq felt that deep down something bad was going to happen, and this innocent soul didn’t deserve it.
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