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Post by Lady Kuri on Nov 15, 2008 20:43:59 GMT -5
"Bye Charlie!" She called after him before turning to her book again. She lay out on her back in the main room, her legs up against wall.
She didn’t stir at the vibrations made from approaching feet. They were light but slow as they approached the house. She didn’t look away from her book as they stopped.
"She’s not here, sorry." Ava said unmoving. She could feel whoever it was staring at her unorthodox reading position.
"I’m looking for you, young one. You didn’t show up and I came to look for you." The old man in the doorway said.
"Oh. Hi Abbott." She smiled doing a tumble away from the wall.
He looked around stepping inside. "Where are Charles and Otto?"
"Who cares. He hates me anyway." She shrugged rummaging around the kitchen.
"Ava."
"They're with Jax."
"I though you liked visiting Jax." He said sitting down at the table.
"All he ever wants to do there is talk about dad-"
"Does that bother you?" He interrupted. His papery face was wrinkled with concern. Abbott was a small man. He was draped in ragged but loose robes, keeping his skin from the sun but making him look even more frail. His hair was nothing but a few wisps of white, not enough to hide the rest of his shinny bald head. There were rings of filmy blue around his dark irises.
She continued pulling out one of the pans. "Besides, I’m grounded."
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Nov 15, 2008 22:29:18 GMT -5
Charles pushes the cloth flap door aside as he steps into the workshop. Small copper, tin, and aluminum gears lay on tables and in drawers, along with tubing, switches, levers, buckets and containers full of solutions of unknown types.
"Jax you here?"Chalres asks shouting deep into the darkened shop.
"Ya, ya...I'm here boy..."Jax says appearing from the back of the shop.
"What's new today...."Charles asks leaning against a table looking over a NavMark that wasn't quite finished yet.
"The Giro for one of the desert skimmers is broken and I need to fix it...."
"Come on Jax I've helped you fix enough Giro's what else do you got?"
"Calm down calm down.......um...I have been working on a desgin for a weapon that would allow Abram and the others to hunt those Sand Rays, and many other larger creatures of the desert."Jax says reaching into a drawer and laying out schematics for a balista looking aparatus.
They sat there debating over how much torque would be needed, ways to reduce drag on the gears and pullies.
"we could reduce the size that would give us a quicker turning rate but we'd have to sacrifice power that is needed to penitrate the larger beast's hide.'Jax says righting down a formula and some measurements.
"Instead of yumic fibers, use some rift constrictor skin like my shirt...."Charles says pulling on his shirt and watching it snap back into place instantly."It's strong, strechy, and it doesn't wear away as fast as Yumic fiber does...."
"You're right....I'll fix this Giro and send Abram and the others out to get some rift constrictor skin...."Jax says finishing up his drawing and turns to the Giro and begins working.
Charles begins looking for anything to keep his attention, he finds it in a wodden box. Small trinckets, gears boxes and whatnot there where some old books liyng at the bottum whichhe picks up and begins to read. The books where the acounts of the returning memebers of the hunting party his father had been on, and a few of there journals from the trip. He doesn't get far in the first journal only to the part where they had reached the edge of the end of the desert. Jax looks up from his work.
"Charles what are you doing over there?"He asks.
Chalres jumps a little."Nothing Jax...just looking over these gearboxes..."
"Well I'm going to take this to Abram you can stay if you like but I don't know when I'll be back."Jax says getting up and leaving.
Charles looks over the books and the at the door. He grabs one of Jaxes extra satchels and crams the books inside then rushes through the door and off towards home. He stops for a second in the kitchen/living area.
"Abbott, how are things?"He says making small talk but a little out of breath. Otto was clinging for dear life to Charles's shoulder his claws nearly drawing blood.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Nov 15, 2008 23:14:46 GMT -5
"Fine, thank you." He smiled. By now he had a hot cup of tea, half of it gone already. Ava was chopping up pieces of meat and rolling them through flour. The house smelled exquisitely of cooking meat.
"Please Abbott keep reading we were getting to the good part." Ava smiled tossing the meat into the pan on the stove, poking it around a little. She brushed her hands off on her apron.
"We're having stew for dinner." She said to Charles, before going back to work.
He looked down at the book open in front of him. "Dear, I think its time for me to go." Abbott said pulling the ribbon on the spine between the pages.
"But why?" She asked sticking her tongue in her cheek in a sour expression.
"Kaleen's husband, Gar, is sick. I'd like to pay him a visit before the afternoon escapes me completely." He said standing slowly. "Remember what we talked about."
"Hmmm." She nodded. He patted her on the head. "Goodbye Charles, Otto. I'm sorry I can't visit with you longer it seems like it's been such a long time." He said gently clapping him on the shoulder. He could have been hitting him with a feather. With that he shuffled from the house.
"Since when do you read?" She asked, nodding toward his satchel as she wiped her side of the table clear of flour. It was packed full, the corners of some rectangular objects stretching the sides. "Or did Jax just give you some manuals?"
Ava's face flushed for a moment. She ducked into one of the pantries before pulling out some carrots and a strange purple vegetable. "Ick, all we have are erka and carrots..." She mumbled before chopping them into neat squares and sliding them off into the simmering pot on the other burner.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Nov 15, 2008 23:35:09 GMT -5
Name: Novik von Kreutzer (Took his mothers last name, his fathers is Schenkopp)
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Occupation(s): None.
Weapons: None.
Abilities: Probability Manipulation Kinetic Absorption Eidetic memory Reflexive memory Omni-linguism Instantaneous Informative Gain Telekinesis Technopathy Granting power Power Sensing
Appearance: Height 6’ 7” Dark green eyes, with yellow spots permeated around the iris. Black hair, with faded crimson around hte edges. Hair is short and messy. Has pale skin, land is prone to burning if uncovered. His face is narrow and has an angled chin.
Bio: Born in the village of ethermoore. He was a sickly child. Kept sheltered from the harsh life outside his home seperated from the other villagers and children. His father is a hunter and his mother is a home keeper, her own disabilities keeping her from normal village life.
He is known to be a silent, dark, shadow to all who have glanced him through the corner of their eyes. Face to face his grim countenance is one who looks into your very heart. Glancing at your every secret and storing them away for his convenience. His voice is one of an icy chill, the cold wind that blows right through you. His mentality is one of survival. Luckily for him his luck is unprecedented.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Nov 16, 2008 0:08:11 GMT -5
((aproved))
Hey I read quite a lot thank you, and no they're not manuals...."He says sitting at the table. He pulls the journal out again and begins reading. Somehow he becomes lost in the imagery and descriptions that the writer was using to discribe the scenery. Suddenly after the party had reached a overgrown series of hills and cliff, the journal stops. He quickly flips back to the begining of the journal and looks at the name 'Willem Schenkopp' He picks up another book and begins reading this one didn't go as far as the first on but gave more detail as to the creature and plants they had observed along the way, giving sketches along with them. He give up on this book for another one, leather bound a flimsy notebook. Opening it Charles was bombarded with a series of incomprehinsable letter, phrases, and words. The letter appeared to be dug into the page. Again there where small drawing of places, maps of the area this one however was complete down to the night before the writer handed over the journal to the two men that found there way back to the village. Looking back in the front he finds the name 'James Leon King'. Charles stops setting the book down on the table. He hadn't realized it but in his rush of reading through the journals and entries the time had crept encredibly close to midday.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Nov 16, 2008 0:32:18 GMT -5
Ava had set the lid on the pot letting it simmer. She cleaned up the leftovers; the small chunks of fat, potato skin and spare vegetable.
"Charles are you even listening to me? I asked if he gave those to you?" She asked, repeating herself for the third time. She had been watching him read curiously, peeking over his shoulder every once in a while. It didn't take her long to figure out what they were. She recognized some of the names on the cover. Her fathers among them.
She sat down, touching the name on that one gingerly. She just looked at it, eyes distant, completely zoned out.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Nov 16, 2008 0:41:32 GMT -5
The house was eerily quiet. There were no creaks, no moans, even the whispers of the air dared not disturb the comforting silence that covered the home of Novik von Kreutzer. The darkness blanketed everything in cool air.
Novik Yawned silently as he struggled to sit up from the invisible bonds of sleep that bound him to his bed. His arms were limp at his side tangled in the sheets. His feet were bound into a messy knot, more sheets. A single tear fell from his eyes as he fought for his conscience. Struggling to find a decent reason to awaken for.
His yawns were silent. A small rat roamed the halls, and bothering him during this effort would be a fate worse than death. Even as he listened to it from his room he did nothing to warrent its attention.
Finnally he was awake. Sliding effortlessly from his bed and noislessly slipping into his black as midnight cloak. Clothing that would shield his skin from the retched weather that so unrelentingly raged upon the refuge called ether.
"Really waking is such a wasted effort in which I have no idea why I even bother." HE muttered as he walked through the covered house.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Nov 16, 2008 0:52:05 GMT -5
This is his journal Charles says within his head.
"This is dads journal........."Charles says not quite beleiveng even himself."Why...wouldn't mom let us at least see them.....I mean they where stuck in a truck in the back of Jax's workshop.."
There was silence not even the sound of everyday life outside could be heard. The small gear inside Charles cold and calculating mind begin to turn.....and somehow come to a off the wall rash conclusion.
"Mrs. Harris still has that pen set right?"Charles asks Ava acrost the table.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Nov 16, 2008 1:06:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, I think so." She said automatically. This time the tears in her eyes were real, but she blinked them back trying not to let him see.
Suddenly she snapped back to the moment. "What do you need pens for?" She asked pulling it toward her protectively.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Nov 16, 2008 1:17:55 GMT -5
"For wrighting....most of these journals have pictures and side notes in them...I'm going to wright them all down....make a notebook of my own."He says gathering the books up and sliding them back into the stachel.
"Come on Ava are you gonna help me or not...."He says standing and walking towards the door."Till only be a second we'll be back before mom get home..."
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Post by Lady Kuri on Nov 16, 2008 1:33:50 GMT -5
"Of course I'm going." She said joining him outside.
She clutched the last journal in her arms, still protective. "Hurry, just in case." Ava said sashaying off toward Mrs. Harris's house.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Nov 16, 2008 1:44:31 GMT -5
A minimum of fifteen minutes and they had entered Mrs. Harris's house and with Charles agreeing to do chores around her house for a week she let them have the pen set. They hurried back home to find it still empty. Charles always kept sheets of paper and a charcole pencil under his sleeping mat. He pulls the paper out, sets up the pens and inks, and opens the journals. He begins takeing notes writing down derections, landmarks, copying pictures.
"Ava......from his journal....he realy missed us, and the village...."He says but it sounded a lot like a question.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Nov 16, 2008 1:49:27 GMT -5
He was the only child of the noble Kreutzer Family. Who wore grand clothing made of the finest material they could scrounge. They lived in their own hand made cottage, isolated from the rest of society.
Thier family carried a noble task. Gaurdians of knowledge. They gathered and recorded, watched and wrote. It was a thankless task, though the knowledge itself more than made up for any social thanks or material wealth.
It was also a poor task, because gathering of knowledge is not one that gathers coin to well in a settlement that needed labor and hunters, instead of scholars and scribes. And often sacrifices had to be made in order to support themselves to any extent. Many of his ancesters had fallen prey to such trifle things as hunger, for they were after all not immune to such needs, yet the dedication remained. It is the only thing the family had left.
Novik had settled into the main room of his house, and for a moment, was lost in the daily ritual of eating. It was not the most amazing thing in the world, yet it was equally important.
He awoke from such a thing a soon as his mother wheeled in. Her shining pale face hiding the disfigured legs underneath her blanket.
"morning sweetie." She sang, settling at her place in the table. "Ready to do my bidding?"
Novik froze in place. This was not good. Mother only ever sang when she had somthing wicked planned for him. Like stanind still for sweater measurements or the like.
"Er... Of course mother." He replied nervously.
"Good. Then you wont mind heading into town and giving family this cake I made for them, as thanks for the extra firewood they gave us."
"Uh... Really? Go outside? Cant they just come to us?" He sighed heavily.
"And dirty the honor of our family in the process? You surely know better than that Novik von Kreutzer?"
And with that Novik found himself outside the home of the king family. Holding a large oversized box full of marsh cake. He himself was coverd in his black cloak, hiding his face and skin from the air.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Nov 16, 2008 12:51:13 GMT -5
"I saw." Said Ava quietly.
She was sitting behind him on the bed, crouched with the journal open on her knees so she could flip through it. Ava was silent for a long time, skipping back and forth between diagrams and drawings. She paused reading over a certain page.
"Mom said... he was alive because… she could feel it in her heart." She said suddenly. "Abram says she only thinks that way because she misses him... I’d rather believe her… but… if he was alive and he really felt this way then why doesn’t he come back!!"
She couldn’t help it now. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away but it was futile, more just kept forming. "They didn’t show them to us because she didn’t want to get our hopes up. Everybody knows it, I've seen the way they look at us. All sad like they feel sorry. They tell mom she shouldn't 'encourage us'. They whisper about it behind our backs..."
"It's true, isn't it? He's never... coming back... Charles." She managed to say at last.
Everything was blurry as she jumped to her feet. She tossed the stupid journal to the ground and raced from the house. It landed on its spine, open to the last page she had looked at. At this rate we’ll be back home before we know it. It should only take a few more months, we’ll be just in time for little Ava’s birthday. The words shouted themselves in her head.
She ran as fast as she could bolting down the street. There was no destination in mind, trusting her feet to carry since she couldn't see past the tears.
The next thing she knew she was on the ground. Dazed she looked up at the tall black shroud she had collided with. "S-sorry." She mumbled before clambering back to her feet. She could see she was back in front of the Harris household.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Nov 16, 2008 15:22:37 GMT -5
Novik glanced down at blurry figure that had collided with him. It was a young girl around his age, with tears streaming down her face. Her clohting was covered in dirt and grime.
"Uh.... No problem." He mutters shifitng the box to the ground. He raches downward extending a glove covered hand to ava. Keeping his face covered by his cloak.
Novik felt akward. He came here expecting to drop off a cake, and now instead he was helping some girl who was crying her eyes out. It was rather trying for someone socially defecit as he.
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