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Post by Nathan Wallace on Oct 18, 2012 22:19:57 GMT -5
Nathan said nothing. On the first day of his job as a surGEN, he'd found himself elbow-deep in someone's coronary arteries within the first hour on the job. And on his first day as a Repo Man, he'd (ironically) been assigned to a heart repossession.
But so far at this job, the closest he'd gotten to giving medical attention was asking a rather curt little girl if she needed anything. It wasn't as though he'd been expecting a chance to rip someone open; rather, he'd hoped for the opposite when he took this job. Being a "normal" doctor for awhile might even help him forget certain things he'd like to. But he was impatient to get started. Seventeen years wielding a scalpel had made "normal" impossible.
"Hm?" Nathan blinked, shook out of his thoughts by the question. At the comment about "destructive things," something inside him tensed. Just what was he insinuating? Did he know something he shouldn't? No...no, of course not. No one here knew him. He hadn't even said more than two words to the manager; just showed up, was handed a uniform, and was told where to go, as though he'd worked here all his life. If only he had...
"I'm...not so sure about that," he replied slowly. Nathan was never much of a people person. The only people he'd really sat and talked with in these past years were Shilo and Marni...and, well, that was just impossible now, wasn't it? He didn't like the thought of going out in public, with so many people around...he hated being one-on-one even more.
But on the other hand, he needed to get out of his room for awhile. He needed something to distract him, and, much as he hated to say it, maybe other people would help him.
"...I suppose I wouldn't mind going for a walk," he answered, a bit reluctantly. A walk wouldn't hurt, he supposed. The scalpel in his back pocket seemed to grow heavier. Well, maybe he'd better leave that at home...
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Grell's eyes narrowed, his smirk widening at the expression on Bob's face. He was used to being stared at…but not always in a good way. He was fairly certain that this was in a good way, judging by the way Bob seemed to fumble with his words and smile.
"I've had lots of practice," he grinned, taking a few steps closer to the other. "My old boss is such a bore, wanting me to keep myself all wrapped up in these hideous clothes," he sighed, gesturing to his butler attire. Chuckling a little, he added, "But perhaps he just doesn't like the thought of other people seeing me in less…modest attire." With that, he winked, brushed past Bob, turning to face him again when he was behind him.
"And what about you, Bob?" He questioned, quirking an eyebrow devilishly. "just what sort of mask are you hiding behind? There must be more than just a pretty face to you, if you somehow managed to see through my ruse. I know you're not a death god, and you're not a demon…so what on earth or otherwise might you be?"
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Meanwhile, Puck, having since become a little annoyed at the present situation with the other immortals, had slipped away towards the back of the spa. He could sense some sort of confrontation coming up from that Doctor fellow, and he wasn't in the mood to be answering anymore curious questions. Curious mortals were annoying enough; curious immortals were ten times worse. Where a human was more than likely to stop questioning after awhile, or at least stop after death, an immortal would follow you to the end of time (quite literarily) until they were answered.
He was hoping he might find that masseuse he'd seen before, who'd hurried off so quickly to the back room awhile ago. He wasn't sure why, as he'd been paying more attention to the exploding alien than where he'd gone off to. Perhaps he could find something interesting on his own after a bit of exploring…
And as he quietly opened the door to the back room, something interesting was indeed found. Upon opening the door, he seemed to have walked in on someone else's spa session…the girl from before. Taylor, wasn't it?
"Oh, sorry," Puck apologized, though his mouth quirked into a little smirk. "Didn't mean to interrupt…I was just attempting to get away from the little…disturbance out there." Puck took a step back, as though he were about to leave, but made no other movement to suggest so. The smirk on his face widening a bit, he added, "Hello, Taylor."
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Post by Taylor on Oct 19, 2012 1:25:24 GMT -5
Bob shivered a bit from the death god brushing up against him, as he turned to face Grell. The other was asking him what sort of “mask” he was hiding behind. Biting his lip, Bob tried to think about just what he could come up with, as he backed up into a door. “Uh…ah…” Well, besides the obvious, what else could he say? Grell had ruled out two options, so those ideas were out the window. Then the best idea came into his head. He had lived in the Garden of Eden for thousands of years.
Which meant that there were… “Angel. I’m an angel.” Bob said, with a crooked grin. He hoped that the death god would eat that up, and that he would believe him, if only for a little while.
----- “Quite attractive, yes.”
At the sound of the door opening, Clopin paused in massaging Taylor’s often tense shoulders, whirling around to face the white-haired young man from earlier. “I’m sorry for leaving you behind, monsieur. I had to tend to my first customer here.” Clopin said, jerking a thumb back towards Taylor. The brunette, on the other hand, was sitting up, towel firmly wrapped around herself.
Apparently, it seemed that Puck had walked in on the two of them talking about him, so both of them were slightly red in the face. Taylor more than Clopin, really, since she had initiated that conversation.
“Oh..uh…hi again, Puck.” Taylor said, offering a little wave. She really didn’t know what else to say, out of embarrassment. So instead, she smiled back at him. Clopin, meanwhile, took the time to go into the back room to grab a towel for Puck as well, leaving the fae and the assassin to speak.
“So…I was able to hear some of what was going on out there. Weird stuff. But don’t worry…Sophia usually gets all that under control.” Taylor said. She paused for a moment, wondering if she really should reveal just how attached she was to both unicorn siblings.
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Post by Fellow Insanity on Oct 21, 2012 16:36:23 GMT -5
Joseph watched and waited as the other tried to make up his mind. It seemed to take forever but the manager didn't mind waiting his patience was extremely hard to wear thin, except when he hadn't gotten enough sleep. He folded his arms loosely as Nathan stated he would go on the walk but in a most reluctant tone. He gave a slight dip of his head. "Good, I'll meet you in the lobby at 9 ish perhaps?" He suggested moving his arm slightly to emphasis the offer.
(Ooc: Ugh short post I apologize.)
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Post by Grell Sutcliff on Oct 22, 2012 22:49:27 GMT -5
The smirk on Grell's face vanished, replaced by a sharp, wide-eyed look, almost resembling a glare. Angels may have loosened up over the past century, but certainly not up to Bob's standards. And there was no way an angel would have passed under his radar. He would be able to sniff one out in a second.
Unlike demons, of whom William was always complaining carried a foul, musky scent, angels were the opposite. They almost burned your nose, with their strong, clean odor that was so characteristic of their nature.
No, there was no way he could be an angel. A rebel, maybe, but even those who rebelled against their master still weren't so…different from the rest of their kind.
But on the off-chance that he was, Grell still didn't like it. Angels were nearly as bad as demons; their power to rewrite human memories made it impossible for the tainted souls to be stored in the shinigami library, putting the two in direct competition with one another. And while Grell was rather well-known for disobeying rules, he personally didn't like angels very much. They made for more paperwork and overtime, and an angrier-than-usual William.
"Is that so?" Grell asked curtly, his eyes narrowing once more, only this time in careful examination rather than flirtation. Folding his arms across his chest, he replied, "Why, then, were you not able to recognize me sooner? Or are you so out of touch with the abilities of their rest of such a meddling race, hmm?" ---
Puck only smiled, pretending to ignore the redness in their cheeks as he stepped further into the room. He wasn't completely aware of what they'd been talking about, but he wondered if it might have something to do with him, judging by how awkward they seemed as he stepped in. Either that, or he'd interrupted a little something more than just a massage.
"'Weird' is right," He smirked, glancing after the gypsy as he left the room before meeting her gaze again. Mortals often caught his eye out of curiosity, but only for a moment or two. He doubted he'd be very interested in the two of them for very long, but it wouldn't hurt to look, now would it? Especially if he liked what he saw.
"But I'm rather used to weird," he chuckled, not delving in to just how serious of a statement that was. This was all fairly tame compared to what he was used to. "And I'm sure you'd know all about weird things yourself, am I right?" His eyes narrowed slightly, hinting at her apparent ties to the unicorns.
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Nathan nodded briefly, as though he weren't too concerned about the prospect of going for a walk with this other man he barely knew. In reality, however, he wasn't very happy about the idea; it put him on edge to think of spending time with other people; people who didn't understand him, and had the potential to unleash his darker natures.
But he also couldn't remain a recluse forever, now could he? Secluding himself had only made his problems worse in the past, for both himself and those he loved. And at least Fellow wasn't a bad person to keep company with; after all, he seemed friendly enough, but still minded his own business. Hopefully, things would stay that way.
"See you then," he replied, meeting the other's gaze briefly with a nod.
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Post by Taylor on Oct 23, 2012 0:08:05 GMT -5
Bob fumbled awkwardly with his hands, noticing that all the flirtatious tones in Grell’s voice were now gone, as if he had something against the race Bob had sputtered out. His mind was warring over whether he should give himself up, or to continue along with the lie he had going on.
“I..uhm…well see…” Bob stuttered, as he tried to give a direct answer. It just wasn’t working, and the unicorn man slumped against a nearby door, sighing deeply. “I couldn’t recognize what you were because my sister is better at those things. I’ve never been good at that. And secondly, it’s ‘cause I lied.” Bob said, cracking a crooked grin.
“Didn’t know you hated angels so much. But I guess that if we’re showing true forms here…well, here goes y’all…” Bob said, his familiar Southern drawl returning as he morphed shape, back into the pink-hoofed equine that he really was.
“Most of us unicorns aren’t so good at spottin’ out other immortals, ‘cause we keep to ourselves so much. That’s why.” Bob said. He knew he’d probably be sacrificing his apparently attractive image towards Grell, but it was better than having to fake that he was an angel or something else. ---
Taylor bit her lip, as Puck looked straight at her, with his eyes narrowed. She couldn’t give up her friends yet, no. But she was secretly hoping that Clopin would get his ass back in the room so that she wouldn’t be forced to reveal her ties to the unicorns. “Oh yeah…weird things, yes. I’ve seen a lot of weird things in my day…ghosts, UFO’s, all that fun stuff.” Taylor said, offering a toothy grin. She placed her hands in her lap, making sure that the towel was still covering her torso. Fumbling with her thumbs, she really didn’t know what else to say, as Clopin strolled back into the room, handing a white towel to Puck. “There is a changing room in the back…you may use it and then return back here when you’re finished.” Clopin said, with a smile.
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Post by Shilo Wallace on Oct 23, 2012 13:16:31 GMT -5
While Maka, Yuki, and Howl continued doing their own thing inside, a newcomer had just made her way into the courtyard. Rather focused on her own thoughts for the moment, Shilo didn't even notice if anyone else was present as she walked toward the hotel. Ever since she had gotten the invitation she had been trying to work out who had sent it to her. She'd been positive that she'd left no traces behind when she left the opera that fateful night. Had someone been keeping an eye on her, or was there something else at work? Whatever the case, Shilo had decided she couldn't turn down the invitation. She might as well see what the whole hotel business was about. Maybe she'd even enjoy herself. After all, she had her new found freedom before her. That had to count for something.
At last, Shilo looked up to see if anyone else actually was in the present area. If they were then she could ask for some assistance. if not, then she'd try to do something for herself. What she saw when she looked up, though, was not what she had expected. A pair of men was in the courtyard, and one of them she recognized. Glasses, a tall stature, his appearance...
No... no. That's not possible. Dad's dead. I saw it happen. Rotti shot him, he died on stage... he can't be here. He can't!
And yet, the sight of her father there didn't seem to disappear when she blinked. Nathan was really there, it seemed. Shilo was speechless. How was it possible that he had survived that gunshot? There was only one way Shilo could think of to get an answer, but first she had to make her presence known. In any case, what happened would likely be awkward for both parties.
"Dad...?"
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Post by Nathan Wallace on Oct 24, 2012 22:57:35 GMT -5
Nathan stiffened immediately at the voice. He was rather used to hearing people calling for him who weren't really there, in voices he hadn't heard in years. Usually it was Marni's, but lately it had been Shilo's…whose voice he couldn't stand to hear any longer without breaking down. So naturally he was a little tense at hearing that familiar little voice, calling him "dad," in the middle of the hotel courtyard.
He didn't want to believe it, didn't want to think that it could really be her. It's just your imagination, he insisted inwardly, trying to save himself the disappointment, but he couldn't stop his head from turning in the direction it came from desperately.
His eyes widened, and he blinked, shaking his head to make sure what he was seeing was real. There she was, his little girl, standing in front of him. Completely unharmed…and outside. "…Shilo?"
Despite every nerve in his system telling him that this wasn't real, and that it had to be a dream, but he found himself rushing up to her side and embracing her. After all that had happened, perhaps it wasn't appropriate, but he needed some way to convince himself that she was real, that he could hug her and hold her like the little girl she still was in his mind.
"Shi, what are you-?" He shook his head, hugging her tightly for a moment. He shuddered slightly as he tried to control himself. She wasn't his little girl anymore; he didn't deserve her as his daughter after the hell he'd put her through, after all. But he loved her. Love her like every father should. And to think that she was really here now, despite everything he'd done to deceiver never seeing her face again…well, it was almost like a miracle.
"What are you doing here?"
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Grell's sharp glare changed again, slowly morphing into a puzzled frown. He had the feeling that he was being duped, and he didn't like it one bit. Was Bob simply embarrassed about his actual race, or what he just trying to impress Grell in some way? Well, calling himself an angel certainly isn't the proper way to go about it, Grell thought to himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. It was only when the other man began explaining himself that Grell slowly began to realize what was really going on.
"Sister? But who is your…" Grell trailed off, his question apparently answering itself as Bob slowly began to change forms, this time into something far different than Grell would ever have expected.
A horse.
Well, technically a unicorn, but it didn't seem to make much difference to the reaper. His jaw dropped, eyes widening in response to the "creature" that stood before him. Oh, why not use a more appropriate word…like "animal," Grell corrected himself bitterly, closing his jaw firmly with another frown.
"Oh, I see. You're just leading me on," Grell replied matter-of-factly, a tight-lipped glare forming on his face. "It must be a real sport, I suppose, to play a woman like that. To think, I've been flirting with an…with an animal," he added, practically spitting the words out to himself as though he couldn't believe his own folly.
"Now that I've provided you with a laugh, I suppose I shall be on my way then," he finally added curtly, spinning around on one heel to head towards the elevator. He was more embarrassed than anything, and took quick, short steps in his heeled shoes.Yes, that must have been it; Bob was simply trying to make a joke out of him. Catch a "human" off guard with such an attractive guise, and then reveal himself as…well, what he was. Grell couldn't stand to be made a mockery of. He'd had plenty of experiences with that at his last job, after all.
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Puck smirked down at the girl, scrutinizing her carefully. She seemed nervous, as though she were hiding something…or maybe he just had that affect on women. Possibly a little of both, he though smugly to himself.
But as Clopin returned with the towel, his short attention span was shifted, and he smiled back at the other man. This one looked interesting enough, or at least like someone who was up for a little fun. And that was a trait so very rare to come by in mortal men these days.
Taking the towel, he nodded, heading back to were he was told and changing quickly. In another minute or two, he exited the changing room, towel wrapped firmly around his pale hips. His body was bare aside form the towel, white hair following down over white shoulders and all the way down to the middle of his back. He seemed completely devoid of blemishes or scars; in fact, his skin had an odd newness to its pigment. He was flawless.
Of course, it was all part of his act. As perfect as he was to mortal eyes, he himself knew it was all fake, just like everything about the Fair Folk. Few people had lived and seen Puck's true form. He himself hadn't looked at his true self in at least 1000 years. He wasn't even sure what he looked like anymore underneath all the wraps and glamour of his masterful disguises. But whatever the real Puck looked like, it was unlikely that it was this attractive, or even nice looking in comparison to any of his false forms.
"Shall I wait for you two to finish up, then?" Puck asked, tilting his head and gesturing in Taylor's direction as he glanced back at Clopin.
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Post by Shilo Wallace on Oct 25, 2012 10:43:45 GMT -5
"Daddy..."
Several moments passed before the reality of the situation really started to sink in. Her father was there, alive, and embracing her. Every fiber of her being wanted to believe it was a dream, but she couldn't deny the feeling. It was real. He was real. Shilo couldn't stop herself from returning the embrace, wrapping her arms around his frame in spite of everything that had happened, and just listened as he spoke. What was she doing there? A fair question, given the last time they had seen one another was with him dying on stage and her covered in blood, finally forgiving him and him forgiving her.
"I got invited here... though I don't understand why. I thought... I mean, I didn't think anyone knew where I was after what happened." Shilo replied. It was a fair enough bit of reasoning on her part, she thought. Disappearing after an opera that resulted in the death of her father and then suddenly being invited to a hotel wasn't exactly normal. Then again, neither was said father turning up alive. She had to know what Nathan was doing there.
"What are you doing here, dad? I thought... Rotti shot you. I thought you were dead." she said.
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Post by Fellow Insanity on Oct 25, 2012 13:15:44 GMT -5
'Dad...?'
The word sounded eerily familiar, almost as if he heard the word before almost as someone he knew had said it. The word left him dazed but as soon as he heard Nathan speak the trance was broken instantly. He blinked away the feeling, his confused look hidden under his neutral facial expression. He looked over to the two listening to them speak. He felt slightly bitter, but it quickly died down as the two reunited. He cleared his throat a little trying to help the rest of his feelings die down so he would go to a complete neutral state.
He glanced back at the two, a feeling in the back of his head burning, almost as if he was trying to remember something but couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember it but that word had triggered something in that memory but what was it...
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Post by Nathan Wallace on Oct 28, 2012 23:02:56 GMT -5
Nathan couldn't stop himself from pulling her closer, holding himself together as best as he could. His mind still couldn't really believe what was happening to him; this couldn't be real, could it? Any moment he would wake up, alone, int his miserable hotel with no knowledge of how or why he'd gotten here.
And yet she stayed there, in his arms, with no apparent intent of fading away with the rest of his memories. Pulling back a bit at her question, he rubbed a bit under his eye, praying he wouldn't start crying out here in front of God and everybody. He hadn't cried in what seemed like a very long time...well, not happy tears, anyway.
"I...I wish I knew myself, precious," he admitted with a small smile and a shrug. "I woke up the morning after...." he cleared his throat, casting his eyes downward as though he weren't sure how to phrase it. She knew what night he was referring to, he was sure; the Opera. "Well, i woke up here. And suddenly I had a job to do. I thought for a long time that this was....where I was supposed to be after what happened."
He ran a hand through his gray-streaked hair, sighing with what seemed like a mixture of confusion and relief. "But if that were the case, you wouldn't be here. You don't know how happy I am to see you, Shilo. I thought...I thought I'd never see you again, obviously."
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Post by Clopin on Nov 24, 2012 14:36:12 GMT -5
Bob frowned, as he listened to Grell say that he was “leading him on”, and “playing a woman like that”. That wasn’t what he meant at all! All he wanted to do was to keep his own human form(even if he did hate walking on two legs), but Grell had backed him into a corner by asking him about his true race. Bob was a creature of God…no matter how many stories he could weave at a moment’s notice, he could never truly lie. It was ingrained in his race.
Unicorns never lied. And yet, here was this reaper, thinking that Bob was indeed a liar. As he watched Grell walk away with quick, short steps, he felt his magic focus to his horn, and before he knew it, a slightly blue magical aura surrounded Grell, preventing him from moving one more step. Shaking his head, Bob realized that he was still in control of his magic, and his eyes widened, realizing that he still had Grell in his grasp. Trotting over to where he now held the reaper captive, the unicorn lowered his head a bit, so that he could see eye to eye with Grell.
“Sorry, y’all. I’m sorry for lyin’. See, I really just wanted to stay in my human form, ‘cause there’s lots of attractive people here, includin’ yourself. I never meant to “play” y’all, or even lead you on. When I told y’all I was a unicorn, it was ‘cause y’all backed me into a corner. I can’t lie. Unicorns are creatures of God. It’s in ingrained in us, the ability not to lie. It was never my intention to mock y’all or anythin’ like that.” Bob said, his ears drooping his a bit as he spoke. ----- As Puck got himself ready, Clopin strolled over to Taylor, finishing up what he had started. But he was curious as to what the newcomer had been speaking to Taylor about. Something about the white—haired newcomer told Clopin that he had perhaps been inquiring about Taylor’s connection to the unicorns.
“Did he ask about them?” Clopin inquired, as he started massaging Taylor’s shoulders. She’d grown a bit tense and jumpy, due to Puck’s many questions. “He did. I really don’t know if I should tell him or not, Clopin. Something’s off about the guy, no matter how good-looking he is.” Taylor said. Clopin nodded, as he moved down her back a little bit. “I would say to observe him a bit, after both of your sessions are over. Then you can decide for yourself.” Clopin said. Taylor nodded slowly, flinching ever so slightly as Clopin pressed down on the small of her back. The gypsy saw a slight anomaly just then, as he realized that there was a crooked scar down her back, starting up her shoulder blades. He could tell that it had been there for some years.
“Taylor…where did you get this scar from?” Clopin asked. Before Taylor could answer, however, Puck walked back into the room, and needless to say, he looked absolutely flawless. Devoid of any scars or blemishes. Clopin felt his face become a bit heated as he looked at the fae. After a couple minutes of staring, he realized that he’d been staring for too long, and he quickly turned away, focusing back on Taylor to distract himself.
“Actually, we’re just about done.” Taylor said, suddenly sitting up again. She was never really that insecure when it came to the scar on her back, because it was always hidden. It didn’t occur to her that Clopin would ask about it, but as soon as he did, the insecurity returned, and she hopped off the table, heading back into the other room to change back into her clothes.
“My apologies, Puck. She’s a little on edge about what you were asking of her. I don’t know what you were inquiring about, but it seems to have her bothered.” Clopin said, gesturing for the other to lie on his stomach.
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