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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:23 am
After long moments of kissing, holding each other, and simply enjoying each other's touch, they reluctantly had to seperate and put on the charade of being brother and sister again.
Even more disappionting is when they were lead to seperate rooms, though they made sure not to show their disappointment outwardly. As they dropped Rosemary off at her room, his mind rapidly began developing a plan.
Jacob: "Sleep well, sister dear. I'll see you tomorrow (see you tonight)...
He basically revealed to Rosemary that he would be sneaking out of his room, but not much more than that. Once he was in his room and alone, he locked the door.
Jacob: "Time to work some magic..."
A drop of blood, a number of etched symbols and runes, some ancient words, and there was the basic shape of a human in Jacob's room. Rosemary could easily feel the necromancer's energy flowing freely from what he was doing as he altered the golem's appearence, placed a spirit in it, and gave it instructions. Soon, the golem looked and sounded exactly like Jacob, with a basic idea of how the man should act. Jacob seemed exhausted for a bit, but managed to pull himself together.
Jacob: "Now comes the tricky part...."
Golem Jacob: "You can do it! Go get some vampire booty!"
Jacob: "... I told you to stay out of that part of my mind."
Pulling out his disguise charm, he pondered on what he should turn into in order to sneak into Rosemary's room. An idea came to him in seconds, and he transformed.
Seconds later, a large black spider crawled out from under Rosemary's door. It then began to shift in size and shape until Jacob stood there.
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Having nothing else to do, Abigail checked on the snoozing spider creature summon... it's wounds were fully healed, and it was sleeping deeply. She sighed a little, and decided to just go into a sort of "sleep state"... she had no desire to explore this building's rooms, sensing the type of energy that lay just outside the door.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 12:52 am
(Abigail is the guard dog! They are like paranoid people someone has to be awake in case something sneaks in...then again a small amount of corrupted life stream could come in through the vents and not cause an uproar)
Rosemary changed into something a lot more comfortable than her bee suit. It was made almost entirely of a lace like material, that hugged her body, with straps going around the neck like a halter top, the back was open, the bottom was short and barely covered the important parts, and in the front it tied like a bodice. It looked nice with her necklaces on.
Rosemary chuckled a little at what form she saw Jacob chose when a spider came from under her door. "Hmph, you're like some magic using teenager. I find it cute." She said amused and grinned since she could have easily walked through walls to get to him and didn't need to sneak out.
She remained motionless on her bed until she thought that if such a large spider could get under the door, than so could sound, and thus the room might not be very soundproof. She bent over slightly as she got up and went into the bathroom for a towel. When she got to the front door, she bent down slowly to put a towel to cover up the crack at the bottom of the door.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 1:31 am
Late morning arrived, and Harold still snoozed quietly, deep in his slumber. His spider summon was up and about though, and had begun sniffing at things around the room. Seeing some leftover food on the platter from last night, it scarfed that down messily. It sniffed around the room, looking for me... it found the scent closest to it on Sephiroth's face.
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So, it began licking on Sephiroth's face with it's black tongue, leaving slimy trails all over.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 1:59 am
Sephiroth blinked awake and saw that the creature was licking his face. It hadn't shown any real fondness to him earlier, so he wondered why it was doing this. He sat up and wiped it off with his sleeve. The creature continued to jump up and down to get at his face. It didn't even do that to Rosemary. What could it want?
He looked around. Maybe that would get it to leave him alone. He took the bowl of dogfood off the table and set it on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:32 am
Sniffing the dog food, the arachiathan began to gulp down the smelly stuff. Harold turned over in his sleep and started to snore loudly, while Abigail apparently had become a fairly spread out blue cloud across the ceiling with interesting pretty yellow glowing dots. Seems like everyone except Sephiroth was still asleep.
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And Jacob, for his part, was sleeping comfortably, his head propped up against a few pillows, with Rosemary's head on his chest.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 12:26 am
Sephiroth laid back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. The pretty yellow glowing dots were interesting. He couldn't sleep easily with that much noise when he wasn't exhausted, Harold snored too loudly. Earlier in the night when Harold had snored enough that he couldn't fall asleep, Sephiroth had stuffed a sock in the old man's mouth. He must have spit it out when he turned over.
What time was it anyways. He couldn't tell what time of day it was since the blinds were completely closed and he wasn't about to disturb the old man by opening them and having an abundant light source come in. He looked at the clock on the wall, 10 am. He might as well not try to sleep.
He sat back up on the couch and stared at a point in the room. It took him about a minute to realize he was staring at the spot where Harold had put the jar of blood. He hadn't checked it since that incident earlier. He wanted almost felt like he had to check it to see if it wasn't cracked from all that shaking around and dropping. Sephiroth got up, rummaged for the jar, and when he found it sat it on the table, sat in a chair himself, and sort of stared at it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 12:53 am
The jar must have been made of some pretty tough material for there wasn't even a dent or small scratch on it when Sephiroth looked it over. The jar still felt as solid as ever, and it was still sealed tight by possibly magical means.
The blood seemed to slowly respond to Sephiroth's presence. It moved and shifted, pressing up against one side, literally dripping upwards to try to get at him. It suddenly became very mesmerizing, and when it grew a human eyeball, although it would have shocked most people out of a trance like state, it didn't seem to do that with Sephiroth. Instead, it seemed to draw him in. Bits of the blood grew into sharpened solid points, almost like teeth and claws, and seemed to be scratching.at the glass and the lid to be free. After a while, the mouth almost seemed to be saying something...
free me...
free me... open the jar... Free mother.
Suddenly a blue etheral hand shot out of the air and grabbed the jar, mostly clouding up Sephiroth's view of the disturbing thing in there and snapping him out of his trance. Abigail was awake now, and in a vaguely female form.
Abigail: "Maybe it's not such a good idea to be staring at this like a lava lamp..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 10:31 pm
Sephiroth blinked a couple times after the container was moved from in front of him. He rubbed his glowing eyes with his hand and shook his head slightly. He looked at the clock, then at Abigail. The substance was back in a liquid blood form which made him wonder if the shape it had taken was all in his head. He couldn't open the container even if he wanted to, which he didn't...or did he? He hadn't put much effort into getting it open earlier. "What is a lava lamp?"
The longer he stayed, the more tempting it became to seek the missing pieces. It was like when a vampire would separate into multiple pieces such as bats. They'd do their purpose but eventually long to be together again. Since he was so close, he felt that longing and there was nothing the stones could do about it beyond trying to prevent his more malicious personality from taking his friendlier one, but he saw no guarantee in that because in the end it was still him.
He found that he was staring at Abigail now as he was thinking. "Are you really the ghost or spirit of a dead creature?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 10:57 pm
Aibigail: "A lava lamp is.... it'd be easier if I could just show you one. Basically it's a lamp that's heated by a light bulb, and has a melted colored wax-like substance that flows up and down in a glass tube in mesmerizing globs and blobs. Kind of pretty, actually."
Abigail placed the jar in a drawer in a lamp table, making sure it was out of sight, out of mind. Once that was done, her form became a little more opaque and distinct since it wasn't focusing on trying to pick up objects.
Abigail: "Creature? You make it sound like I came from a dead mouse or egrath or something. I was a person in life that... ...that just wasn't ready to move on yet..."
She sounded a little sad as she said that last bit, her yellow eyes looking off to the side as she sort of hugged herself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:21 pm
It didn't quite work that way with him since he continued to stair at the drawer and picked up a magazine off of it to help him draw his eyes away. "Creatures pertain to every living thing other than plants including people, people only represent some creatures. I didn't mean to offend. I wanted to include as much as I could with one word in case you weren't a 'person.' The way you are reminded me slightly of a being, ghosts are beings too so that wouldn't have been a better word...anyways a being that's not a ghost."
He began to flip through it...it was a pron magazine.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:23 pm
Abigail noticed the type of magazine he was leafing through.
Abigail: "Do you need some alone time with your new literature?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:30 pm
"No...if you notice I'm not excited by it. They're faking it." He tossed it aside and it landed on Harold's face, open on a particular juicy picture page.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:39 pm
Harold had just awoken with a yawn when the magazine landed on his face. He paused for a moment, startled by the suddenly impact of the pagers against his nose, and then he realized exactly what he was looking at.
Harold: "Throwing pornography around. Real mature. THere are more dignified ways to wake me up to stop my snoring than to throw sex media at me..."
He then sat up, and noticed a sock fell off his chest, still slightly damp with his drool. He also realized his mouth was rather dry...
Harold: "Or by sticking socks in an old man's mouth. You could have told me to roll over onto my side..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 12:22 am
"Heh...someone woke on the wrong side of the bed. It was an amusing accident. Rolling over didn't help your snoring at all. It made it even worse. Water?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 12:41 pm
Rosemary had set her internal clock on 'get up early' mode. When she did wake it was surprisingly before Jacob. He was warm and she had cooled off a bit. Since she was up first for what seemed the first time, what would be an amusing way to wake him she wondered and looked around. She wondered how he would react to seeing literary trash in his face. She reached for the bedside table and picked up one of the interesting bits of literature that was in the room.
She carefully shifted her position to be more on top of him, held the magazine in place above his head so that he'd see the page she had open to when he'd open his eyes, and began to kiss him a little bellow his neck.
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