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Post by Mystery on Aug 16, 2009 22:52:28 GMT -5
Mystery felt himself enjoying his stay. He felt a happy feeling bubble inside of him, and he chuckled. Surprised for a brief second, he smiled down at the cat's enthusiasm and pets Mistoffelees.
He hadn't felt like this in a long long time. The company was nice. He was actually able to socialize, to talk, to be with someone even if that someone was waaaay older than he... and was very nervous around people.
A brief moment of question and wonder took over. Why was she so nervous? Surely he wasn't THAT frightening... did something happen to make her like this? or was she just an overall nervous person? He frowned. Hmm.
Clenching his teeth, he stopped his petting of Mistoffelees to rub the thumb and palm of his right hand. The muscle was beginning to cramp. How? This was rediculous! He was here, petting a cat and his hands were already beginning to fail and stiffen up. Down right frustrating. Flexing his fingers and wrist, and hissing through his teeth, he muttered darkly to himself, glancing away at the floor frustratedly, before petting Mistoffelees.
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Post by Moss on Aug 16, 2009 23:07:56 GMT -5
**Mistoffelees wrinkles his nose. any good cat can feel when something is wrong whit the person petting them. In this case, the thing wrong is that he is being distracted from his petting, by something. With a flick of his whiskers, he stretches out again, waiting for more attention. That thing (whatever it is) needs to go.**
**Victoria tips he head, silence encompassing the space. The boy hadn't replied, and she wasn't sure what to say. this was too strange a silence- not her usual friendly, hiding, warm kind. This one is awkward, and cold. But even if she wants to break it, she doesn't, he social skills being much to worn down to attempt re-sparking a lost conversation**
**Hemlock turns to look at Mystery with annoyance. He hadn't helped this conversation along just so that one of these two people with pathetic social skills could murder it. Something was bothering the boy, that way easy to see, so he lets out a strident meow, breaking the silence, and shocking Mistoffelees out of his dreamy, well pet state.**
**The tiny black and white cat flattens his ear against his head, and frowns at Hemlock, royally annoyed.**
**Hemlock smirks back at the little cat, waiting to see the two human's reactions to continue manipulating the conversation.**
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Post by Mystery on Aug 16, 2009 23:13:53 GMT -5
Mystery frowns down appologeticly at Mistoffelees, and notices the passing of...well...meows. Frowning he curiously started to rub Mistoffelees' ears.
"Do your cats often talk to each other like that? It appeared that Mistoffelees didn't approve of what Hemlock was saying..."
Mystery blinked at Victoria, before turning his frosty, hidden gaze at Hemlock. Curious. With a deep, thinking "Hmm" sound in his throat, Mystery continued his petting of the cat in his lap. The rhythmic strokes he put gently onto the cat's fur was soothing, even for Mystery.
He needed a better conversation. Time to break the silence, and hopefully the ice between them as well. "What do you to all day, Victoria? Anything in paticular?" He asks, looking up from Mistoffelees to the girl, waiting for her answer patiently.
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Post by Moss on Sept 6, 2009 9:27:52 GMT -5
**Victoria scoops up Hemlock into her arms, and pets him gently, smoothing his ruffled fur. turning back to Mistoffelees, she nods.** Yes. Hemlock's always been the leader. **Suddenly, a little black and white head pokes out from under Victoria's skirts. Charlotte, the scaredy-cat, takes a quick look around, before settlling where she considers to be safe ground- he head and forpaws sticking out, the rest of her safely hidden.** And Charlotte was always the most easily sacred... **She drifts off to listen to Mystery's second question.** All day? **She echo's quietly.** I take care of my cat's I grow my food... I make medicines... **She murmurs, almost to herself, petting Hemlock with careful strokes.** What.... what... what about.... you? **She chokes out. the last times she really asked a anyone a personal question, it had been, 'what are you talking about? I never did anything.' A question which had been replied to with things like 'you made my daughter sick.' or 'your filthy cat there walked by my farm, and the next day my cow died.' or any of a multitude of other witch accusations. Maybe this would end better.... hopefully.**
**Hemlock settles back into Victoria's arms, laying down comfortably, a smug look on his furry features.**
**Mistoffelees wrinkles his whiskers and shakes his head at Hemlock, before laying down again.**
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Post by Mystery on Sept 8, 2009 21:10:09 GMT -5
Mystery nods. Hemlock seemed to be the cat in charge here. The ninja would take careful notice of that. He glanced at Charlotte, cocking his head to one side and regarding the 'scardy-cat' for a few moments, before looking down at his lap and Mistoffelees.
Stroking the cat gently and carefuly, he looked up at Victoria. Even though his face was completly hidden, his overall body movement, and the wrinkling of bandages across his face revealed a hidden smile.
"What ever I show fit to do. Training, learning, ....listening." He added the last one after a little while. The truth was, Mystery USED to go to school, then quit at an early age. He would never need things like English, grammar, or things like that. The only uses to him was speaking the language, simple mathematics, and perhaps geography.
Shaking his head briskly for a moment, he cleared his mind and glanced at the cat in his lap.
Victoria's day to day happenings went along in his head. I take care of my cat's I grow my food... I make medicines...
"Medicines?"
He bolted to a straighter position then he already was. He fidgited slightly.
"So, you're like a nurse? Or a Doctor? ..." hE chose his words carefully. "You can heal people?" Mystery almost sounded, hopeful, another 'new' feeling he hadn't felt in a while. He watched Victoria for any signs of reaction, curious, hopeful. Of course the lake waters did well. But it didn't seem to take the actual wounds away. The water releived the pain, kept away swelling, and kept him alive and active...
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Post by Moss on Dec 16, 2009 20:09:21 GMT -5
** Victoria instinctively recoils as Mystery perks up. She hasn't seen a human in three-hundred years, and being around one makes every part of her stand on edge. So, when he makes a sudden, straightening move, she flinches, and draws aback just a bit. Only the fact that this conversation has been going well and the presence of her beloved cats keeps her from sliding away.
She holds Hemlock closer to herself, a move which he doesn't exactly seem to relish, but accepts anyways, with a little, neutral shrug, she debates on what to say. Healers are associated with witches. But he's been quite nice, really. Odd, but ever so nice....** Yeah. **She peeps, looking down at the black fur ball in her arms, whose features seem to be less and less visible as she squeezes Hemlock for comfort.** I make remedies.... with herbs.... ** She looks back up at the stranger finding, unlike most people might, his lack of facial expressions rather... comforting, instead of scary.**
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Post by Mystery on Dec 22, 2009 21:29:33 GMT -5
Mystery was all observant to her reaction. She was old, well, in a sence at least. She was young, but from a long long time ago. He frowned from inside his hood and studied her carefully.
She had jumped when he had perked up a little, and he silently wished he hadn't. While it might do them both good to talk, he had acted foolish and she was shy. No doubt about it, she was. It was obvious now that not only did Victoria keep to her cats for company and help, but she hadn't talked to a person in a very long time.
"That's very smart and clever. It must be really helpful for injuries." Mystery nods, bringing a bandaged finger up to his chin and rubs it carefully. He puts it back down in his lap, then reaches up and scratches the top of his hood. She was lucky, in a sence atleast. She was alone, which Mystery liked, peaceful and with not much to worry about. If she were to get hurt, she'd know what to do.
Mystery was jelous for that. He would get hurt, as usual, then leap to the water and the cave for help. He was helpless in his own way and truley alone. He was at mercy to his horrid disease and the waters of the cave. Mystery frowned, then scowled at his thoughts.
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Post by Moss on Dec 23, 2009 19:43:36 GMT -5
Injuries? ** Victoria's eyes open a little wider, and then close into frowns of concentration. She hasn't been injured since.... since... since that big cut she got on her arm running away. Running away. Bad. Bad bad bad. She closes her eyes and shakes her head a bit, wrestling with her private memory demons. She might have continued the sentence, but instead stays frozen, grinding her teeth together in an effort to fight back the memories.**
**Hemlock, who realizes that he is now being squeezed half to death, and that his mistress is shaking and sending of waves of distress, snaps into action. His tail lashes back and forth, and he glances over at the strange boy. His yellow gaze somehow finds the spot where Mystery's eyes lie, under a layer of bandages, and he gives a glare. Not his usual, potent, 'I will kill you now' glare, but more of an 'okay, what exactly do you think you are?' glare. Blinking his yellow eyes, he turns away from Mystery with an almost hauty expression, and begins to try to snap Victoria out of her.... problem. He'd hoped that maybe facing the memories would help her get over them once and for all, and be cured. Too bad that wasn't the case. He begins licking her nose, her cheeks, almost methodically. Obviously they've had this problem before.**
**Victoria sniffles once, then opens her eyes. A tiny smile crosses her face and she picks up Hemlock, who is standing up on her, and sets him back down on his lap, crooning and petting him. For a second she seems totally at ease, in her bubble, with her cat. She looks up though, and the bubble bursts as she sees Mystery. So he hadn't gone off while she was panicking. Her smile lengthens. Maybe she hadn't cured herself, and fended off the panic of memories, but one thing was for sure, she'd come one step closer to lucidity.**
I..... **she pauses, and looks at Mystery, before thinking about his question again. She's sensed something else in his tone. Something that rang a bell from back when she'd known, and talked to, people. Envy? Anger? Her answer changes mid-sentence, and she somehow recalls a tad of social knowledge to ask.** I mean... do you have injuries.... that... um..... need...... help?
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Post by Mystery on Dec 23, 2009 23:44:32 GMT -5
Mystery's mood turns to alarm as Victoria was unable to finish her sentence. Not only that, but Hemlock was giving him quite THE stare! The cat made him slightly uneasy, but his focus snapps back to Victoria in front of him. Cautiously, he gets to his knees and leans forward slightly, a hand reaching out and gently, just ever so lightly resting on her shoulder.
He hesitated, but decided to keep it there, this could be a bad action or a comforting. If a hooded figure comes up and pats on the back is concidered comforting. He backed off slightly as she seemed to pass into her own little world moment with Hemlock, and he rocked back on his heels, hand still on her shoulder. He was just a little closer now, and Myster found this slightly beginning to prick his own nerves. He wasn't really a 'people' person.
Mystery reached up and pulled his hood back with a flick of his wrist. His head was completely bandaged much like the rest of him, but it allowed a few things to be visible; a Nose, Ears, maybe where the eyes would be, chin.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, dropping his hand away from Victoria's shoulder.
"..." he hesitates, "Y....yes. I have no doubt in your abilities, but I don't think there is anything you can do; or anyone for that matter." He seemed to drift off. "The cave water seems to help though..."
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Post by Moss on Jan 8, 2010 18:00:56 GMT -5
**Vitoria's eye widen when she see's his face. Not in disgust though. More of... amazement. To have such a disease.... Incredible.**
**Hemlock's eyes narrow, and he looks at Victoria, before leaping off her lap, and stalking to find one of his "pack".**
**Almost at the same time as Hemlock jumps off, Victoria stands. Her boots crunch against the dirt, and her entire dress unfolds and ripples around her, skirts shifting under each other. Glancing at the ground for a moment, she takes some gentle steps, coming to stand in front of Mystery. She looks into the place where his eyes should be, and brings up a hand, towards his face. Her own expression is calm, but fascinated. Almost like she's in some kind of trance. It's her doctor's reflexes- her passion re-emerging, now that it get's its chance. America, her grandmother, had done well, and had truly passed on her love of healing to her grand0daughter. Now that she once again had someone to care for, Victoria couldn't resist. Not to mention, she'd be crazy not to want to learn more about her interests...
Her hand moves a bit closer to the bandages, but she catches herself right before touching them.**
M-May I?
**She asks quietly.**
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Post by Mystery on Jan 17, 2010 20:58:22 GMT -5
Mystery closes his eyes, not wanting to see Victoria's reaction. He could imagine himself, hollow, flat, smooth and 'gone' where there should be soemthing there. A withered drape of a skin folded around weak bones. Weak. That's what he was. Mystery hadn't dared look at what he actually was in ages. The bandages were very, very, VERY rarely taken off. He could do nothign more then imagine what he looked like without the hood, dark blue bandages pressed tightly against his half missing face.
His hands tighten at his sides, and he slowly reaches one up to feel the rough bandages against his finger rub against the much smoother ones across his face.
All he saw was, blue, plus Victoria through the semi see through fabric. Could she see? She seemed so amazed, and to be honest, it made Mystery curious, yet feeling...aqward. He seemed to feel squirmish under her gaze, small, tired.
Gosh he felt tired. This social interaction was making him rather queezy. He closed his eyes momentarily, taking a hastey deep breath in. Opening them again, he saw her hand, right there in his face.
Now it's very hard to squeeze a reaction out of a ninja, but Mystery completly jumped in surprised. He felt as if he should run. Wouldn't running be easier. He brought this upon himself, and something at the back of his mush of a brain told him to stay. Get help. This person can help.
He pulled back from her hand slightly, feeling that squirmish feeling again, the tired, aching one, like he was going to collapse. His head felt light, unnaturally light, while his body felt heavy, like is was filled of lead. He swayed uneasily, back, then forth, reaching out with a hand on the cave floor next to him to steady his body.
He looked at Victoria's hand, then at her face, inhauled slowly, and froze up. His tongue felt to heavy and thick to move, but he managed. "I-I....." He took a shallow breath. "-it.. I-" He stopped trying to speak, and simply nodded his head 'yes' very slowly, his neck bones seeming to protest.
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Post by Moss on Mar 27, 2010 10:43:30 GMT -5
**Victoria blinks in confusion and takes a startled step back as Mystery falters. He'd seemed so bold and strong earlier... what was going on? She doesn't both to dwell on it. Instead she kneels down next to him, doing her best to pull him into a sitting position. She watches again as he tries to speak, and, suddenly realizes there is something she can do. As carefully as she can, she puts her hands around his shoulders and begins dragging him over the pebbled beach, towards the shining waters.** **Hemlock, wary as ever, seem to materialize at her side. Sitting, her watches with giant golden eyes as his mistress tries to help the newcomer. The cat was never really open to emotions, but now, more then ever, his yellow glare doesn't let anything pass- it just watches, judges, thinks.** **Finally getting to the waters, Victoria lays the ninja down, letting the small waves lap up his side. Now, certain that this water will somehow help him, as he'd alluded to earlier, she kneels down, and puts her hands on the sides of the bandages around his face. He'd sounded like he was going to pass out... was he? who knew? Her pale hands begin to work methodically, prying the bandages away from his face. Her eyes widen, not in disgust, but surprise. The traits were damaged- terribly so, and yet, it was impossible to not recognize a human. A boy- not much younger then her. Carefully, she looks his face over- the skin, too pale, seems to be flaking away in areas, and some parts have come off already. The parts that are still there, though, that let her identify him as the person he is, aren't half bad looking... the skin is still there, and it hasn't all deteriorated... She shakes her head suddenly. What is that feeling? She catches herself as she rocks back, realizing in a flash what it is- this is her first time seeing another human's face in three-hundred years. With a deep breath, she leans back over her patient, carefully looking over his face once more.** ooc: I hope thats okay- I kinda had to do some guesswork on what his face looks like... let me know if it needs to change  |
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Post by Mystery on Apr 4, 2010 14:47:33 GMT -5
OOC: That's a sweet deal right there. BIC: Mystery sort of flouders after Victoria, not having much control over his own limbs at the moment. He feels, distant, spacey, and doesn't really pay half the attention that he probably should be to what Victoria is actually doing. He hears the gentle lapping of the waters against his side, and the cool crystal water brings feeling back. The world seemed to spin momentarily, and he closed his eyes, feeling the smooth stoney floor beneath him. Life is thrown back into his face when air reaches his skin for the first time in many many years. He takes a deep breath in, feeling the fresh air burn the inside of his lungs. It was truley wonderful. He felt fingers brush up against his face. That's the last of the bandages. Opening his eyes, he glanced up at Victoria, before hastily turning his face away. "I'm a monster..." He mutters darkly, trying to sit up. |
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Post by Moss on Apr 8, 2010 21:31:45 GMT -5
No....
**She whispers, gently pushing him back into the gravel sand. Gently running a hand over his skin, her brain catalogs what her hands feel. Thin skin- fraying around the edges, peeling off. What to do... she was an herb-ologist, not a full-blown doctor. But still.... There are some signs that she can identify. The Renarea- plant she'd discovered in the cave that looked a bit like the FoxGlove of the surface, had the opposite affect of the one she'd known in life. It healed instead of poisoned, and seemed to work at least a preliminary help to virtually anything. Maybe around the edges, it could help the skin re-attach. And the water itself... if there was a way to capture it, so that it could be applied without needing to be taken directly... Her mind swirls with ideas and possibilities.**
**Hemlock, meanwhile, has regained his place at Victoria's side, quietly contemplating the human's face himself. His golden eyes soften a bit, and he tips his head to the side, thinking like his mistress.**
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Post by Mystery on Apr 9, 2010 18:57:25 GMT -5
Mystery lets himself be pushed gently back to the ground. This is the very first time he'd let anyone within metres actually, of himself. Ever since he'd run away from home, he'd been alone. Never bothered. Never any worries. Nothing. He was left alone with hi spain and misery, and now there was someone here who probably could help him.
His heart filled with hope. Maybe there was a first time for everything. He closed his eyes as he felt Victoria's gently touch. He was so amazed by the fact that she wasn't afraid, that he was almost paralised. His eyelids fluttered before opening, pupils focusing on Hemlock. Curious. He closed his eyes again, letting his thoughts flow.
"I think there's nothing to help me." He says blankly, showing no emotion on his flaking face.
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