Agape Papadakis
Summoner
Accidental Enabler.[M:0]
Mahou Shoujo Aggie
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Post by Agape Papadakis on Feb 13, 2010 17:30:57 GMT -5
   “ Someday I’ll learn to love these scars still fresh from the red-hot blade. ” † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x †
She hums, she skips, she traipses about through the universe as if it were her playground and not the cesspool of creation that everyone knows it to be. Agape is a queen of back alleyways, a little lady with her head held high and her feet tapping across pavement as she ducks from storefront to storefront with nary a pause between. But it’s all in her head, a saga of dusty lies tinted charcoal on creamy white fronts. She does it for pleasure and for points, keeps the records in her head even as she stands in a storefront for a moment too long to watch the news flash on high definition screens. It doesn’t make sense to her, not how the average human can ignore the esoteric or how the clash of divinities can be so faithfully cast aside each time, and it’s a perplexing puzzle for her mind to cut its teeth on.
But the wheel of the world turns ever on, casts her thoughts to the wind and buries it with laughter and childish abandon as she prances in the little park.
A crepe from a vendor secures her happiness, whipped cream and chocolate sauce catching on her lips and causing her to pause and lick the substance free. Agape loves these people, doesn’t understand how anyone could want to wish for anything selfish when the world is so wonderful and everything is so perfect. But perhaps she knows what she would wish, tosses away the waxed paper wrapper and smiles as she makes the impromptu shot. She would wish for heaven on earth, a lifetime of peace through conversation and shared cultural relevance. But she’s not in the Holy Grail War, doesn’t have to bother with such affairs. Though she wishes she was, curls her fingers together and pulls at the corners of her heart to gather up her courage for something impossible. The wand at her back is heavy with responsibility, folded up in magic so the normal man can’t see the bird head peeking out of her collar. Agape has no reason to summon a Spirit to fight, doesn’t fear for the world quite enough yet to cast her lot in with the sinner and saints.
… Or does she?
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legare ||CREATOR
draw two, called hand ||SOURCE
376 ||FINALE
sweet silence and a brother’s lament ||CHORUS
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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 13, 2010 23:33:22 GMT -5
 Ah, it was a beautiful day today! A perfect day to meander about in the main town square today, a place where a park resided. It was all sunshine today, with just the right amount of clouds to cover up the extravagant ultraviolet rays that would no doubt cause some latter side effects. The wind was blowing fairly gently, a breeze that would instantly cool one down. There was not a gray cloud in sight, and the weatherman had predicted that it would not rain today. All in all, a perfect day to lounge about and do nothing. Or perhaps, enjoy an ice cream cone and stroll about.
Sapphire eyes burst open, a yawn accompanying the silent movement. Twenty-year-old Reverie Fuyuhana had just awoken from her beauty sleep, and it was a little past ten. She’d already drawn up plans today, of which included bringing both herself and Sabra to the park today. Sabra had never been around the more populous portions of the human vicinities, so it would be a good idea to get her used to them. But she’d have either remain in spirit mode to remain inconspicuous, or change into more... modern clothes so she could go out with public. It would be of her own digression; Reverie wasn’t the type to command her spirit what to do. She had her own will, after all.
After quickly taking a shower and putting on some summer clothes – a pink and white striped top and a blue skirt that just cut off shortly before her knees – Reverie had packed only a novel to read, as well as her usual cashmere backpack, in which her wallet and various assorted items were contained. Locking her door quickly, too excited to absorb today’s joys, she gestured for Sabra to follow her. To the park it was!
The walk to the main square didn’t take too long; it was just a few minutes away from the apartment upon which she had resided. Reverie took her time and strolled about casually – it was the first time in a while that she could completely relax without fear of being ambushed by flying magicians, or Seelie Kings that scolded you for picking a flower off the ground. Well, there was still the possibility of that, but it was minute, seeing as how most magical beings dared not pronounce their existence in the mortal realm. And today being in broad daylight, she had no worries, at least for a moment.
When she arrived at the park, it was already bustling with people. Her eyes traced briefly over the landscape and immediately found what she was looking for – an ice cream vendor. Giggling like a little schoolgirl, she ran over to the man, and ordered two cones, one for herself, and one for Sabra, if she felt like having one. Licking the creamy chocolate goodness, Reverie smiled, happily content. Ah, now this was the life.
Observing her surroundings, Reverie was surprised to see a young girl by herself by the crepe vendor. Now, she normally wasn’t on to intrude on people’s businesses, but something about her blonde locks and childish looks pulled her in. As such, she felt obligated to walk over to her, ice cream cone in each hand, smiling. “Oh, um, sorry for bothering you, but may I ask why you’re all alone here? My name’s Reverie, by the way, if you’re wondering.”
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Post by Nehayat Vakili on Feb 14, 2010 2:38:13 GMT -5
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If the idea had been anyone else's, Sabra would have laughed in their face before proceeding to ignore them. But Reverie had been the one to suggest a day out, and so the Assassin had merely grumbled to herself throughout the night as she alternated between watching her Summoner sleep and checking the various traps she'd laid throughout the apartment. She was quite sure that Reverie was aware that her spirit had rigged the building, but if the full extent of how exactly how many traps had been set ever surfaced, Sabra was quite sure she'd been in for it. But as long as Reverie was safe. That was the important thing.
When her Summoner finally awoke (well after ten in the morning, Sabra noted with some disappointment), the Assassin slipped out of Spirit form. While Reverie was in the shower, Sabra rummaged through her closet, searching for something that would allow her easy movement in battle, but still allow her to blend in. Finally settling on a green sweatpants/sweatshirt combo, she followed the other girl out the door; although she did trail behind by a few minutes since she still had to triple-lock the door and set the wire-trap in place that would tell the Spirit upon her return if anyone had tried to break in.
The walk was short, but unsettling. The two of them were overly exposed in Sabra's opinion, and each step put the Spirit more on edge. Reverie did nothing to relieve her fears. The girl strolled as if they weren't in the middle of a war, but merely on an afternoon outing. Sabra drew closer to Reverie as more and more people appeared. There were almost no escape routes in this crowd. Any getaway would have to be flashy and extravagant, drawing unwanted attention. As she tried to plot out the path of least resistance in the event of an attack from the air, Sabra realized her Summoner was dashing off.
Stifling a curse as she ran past a three year old (not that Sabra would have corrupted the boy; the curse was in ancient Egyptian), Sabra skidded to a halt as she saw Reverie purchasing something from a vendor. When the pink-haired girl returned and profffered the frozen treat, Sabra took it with some hestitation. Poisoned? Apparently not, she mused, watching Reverie devour the delicacy. But Sabra had barely accustomed herself to this strange food when her Reverie once again wandered off, this time to visit a small blonde-haired girl by another stall. As Sabra watched Reverie make small talk, she finished the cone in three bites, licking her fingers and scanning the area. Was that man watching them with too much interest? She shot him a fierce glare and he blushed, turning away. “I'm Sabra,” she added to the conversation, once Reverie fell silent. This new girl certainly had enough hair to hide a weapon in.
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Agape Papadakis
Summoner
Accidental Enabler.[M:0]
Mahou Shoujo Aggie
Posts: 11
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Post by Agape Papadakis on Feb 15, 2010 15:31:12 GMT -5
“ Someday I’ll learn to love these scars still fresh from the red-hot blade. ” † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x †
Something about today set it up to be incredibly fishy, an omen in the cards and a twist of horoscope delineation that meant today was going to be a day of overwhelming opportunities. She left her house with a skip in her step and a double check that her brother was still in bed, and Agape was of the stunning opinion that her day was going to be nothing short of awesome. Then she bought a chocolate crepe in a park and she earned the dubious privilege of a stranger saying hello. But this stranger is no real stranger, has that tinge of magic about her red hair that makes Agape do a double take and a squint. “Oh, um, sorry for bothering you, but may I ask why you’re all alone here? My name’s Reverie, by the way, if you’re wondering.
[/b]” It’s an honest question that deserves an honest answer, a kind sort of question that would have been answered even if Reverie hadn’t had that little magic aura about her that makes that slender wand at Agape’s back hum in anticipation. “ I'm Sabra.[/b]” But this woman is suspicious even to Agape, and that demands a whole new set of precautions. “ Oh! I’m Agape!” The way the name rolls off her tongue shifts it into perspective that this girl is really not native and never will be, drags out the word so that it becomes ‘ahgahpeh’ and not even close to a proper name in English or German. But she smiles and takes a bite of sweet goodness to stall for time, takes note of the way that woman glimmers out of the corner of her eyes and how she keeps sizing up tiny little Agape like a potential threat. “ I’m not really alone… you came to talk to me!” That smile of hers is like a thousand watts, lights up the little space with all sorts of poetical flowers and stars. She’s sweet in one of those cuddly ways, bobs her head and lets her hair ebb in the wind that action causes. Agape should probably eat less sugar, judging by the way her eyes go wider the longer she stares at Sabra. “ That… is so cool. Can you teach me how to do that Miss Sabra, Miss Reverie? Please please, I swear I’ll be good about it… or is it a secret that I’m not supposed to know? Mama says I’m too curious about magic, so I’m sorry if I’m asking for things I’m not supposed to ask about. But Miss Sabra’s so cool!” Less sugar would probably help. Or a tranquilizer. But she’s so puppy happy that it’s cute, all wide eyed and charming like only a child could ever manage. It’s a pity she’s yet to realize that she needs to hit puberty. [/blockquote] † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † x † livejournal ||PORTRAIT
legare ||CREATOR
draw two, called hand ||SOURCE
468 ||FINALE
starstrukk – 3oh3! feat. katy perry ||CHORUS
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Yuril Artwaltz
Magi
Littlewood?s Law[M:0]
i'm sipping on some sunshine
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Post by Yuril Artwaltz on Feb 15, 2010 20:18:47 GMT -5
”My, my, my…It really is a small world after all!” interjected a voice from nearby. Standing off to the side, plain as day, was everyone’s favorite fluffy magician Yuril Artwaltz. Admittedly he was lacking in the fluffy department that day, having swapped out his fantastical coat for a rather tame outfit; a pair of tight fitting designer jeans, and a light blue long-sleeved shirt. Still, one wasn’t likely to forget as colorful a character as him, especially after being tackled at high speeds in what could only be explained as a ‘freak accident’.
Sliding past a small group of people, Yuril presented himself before the trio, doffing an invisible cap to the three of them. “Miss Fuyuhana, Miss Sabra, a pleasure to see the both of you again,” he said, flashing the both of them a dazzling smile before turning to Agape. “And who might this young lady be?” he asked, hunkering down on his haunches so as to get a better look at her. “Could it be…” he started, tapping his chin and shifting his gaze back and forth between Reverie and Agape. “Miss Fuyuhana, could this in fact be some younger sister you neglected to tell me about? I’m wounded! To think, after the night we spent together you could be so cruel so as not to tell me you had such a cute younger relation!” he continued, placing a look of such hurt on his face that even the most cold-hearted of men would feel guilty of some transgression. It was quite the performance all things considered, especially since Yuril’s reasoning was completely off. Of course, a simple glance was more than enough to infer that the two girls weren’t related. Their hair color was completely different for one, and neither of them shared any similar physical traits. Still, a little harmless teasing never hurt anyone.
“Ah, well. What’s done is done I suppose. Although I do believe introductions are still in order,” he said, shifting positions so that he was down on one knee before Agape, and taking one of her small hands in his own. “My name miss, is Yuril Artwaltz. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” And then came to the coup de grace, where Yuril raised her hand to his lips, placing one delicate kiss upon on it.
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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 16, 2010 14:09:41 GMT -5
It was funny to see how Sabra reacted to an innocent delicacy, funny enough to warrant a giggle from the pink-haired girl. Her spirit could be so overly-suspicious at time, almost to a point of obsession. True, she had every right to be worried with the war happening and all, but really, she should let her guard down every now and again. Convincing her spirit to do that was another matter entirely, however. Reverie just wished that today, she relaxed, and have a merry time in the park. Still, she wouldn’t force the issue, as she couldn’t do anything about the woman’s overly cautious nature and over protectiveness, but she would try. Smiling and still laughing, she placed a hand on her spirit’s shoulder. It was a soft touch that relayed the message “relax”. Nothing bad could possibly come out of ice cream after all, right?
The young girl whom she had just spoken to exhibited childlike innocence, from the way her long-hair bobbed in the wind, to the cute way she attended to her sweet treat. It really wasn’t like Reverie to come up to a random person, but there was just something about her… oh, that wasn’t right. Something, rather, about Agape (was it?), something off yet alluring at once. It was weird, like she felt that Agape was like her somehow. Ah, well, that would be a mystery to be solved later.
But it look like later was now.
Magic? Reverie’s mind stuttered to a halt. What did this child know of magic? No, a better question would be how could this child know of magic? Even Reverie had figured out her magical heritage at a later age, to which, when she found out, had freaked her out. But the point was, the little girl’s knowledge. Would it be safe to tell her? Would it be wise to further this conversation? If she was wrong and Agape knew nothing about magic at all and merely heard it through some fantasy movie, she would be in enormous trouble. And why was she over thinking this? So it would be better to play it safe for now.
“Hm, what are you talking about, dear?”, Reverie asked, feigning a look of innocence. She paused, turning to Sabra and showing her a look that said “don’t say anything, I’ll handle this”. “There’s no such thing as magic. So… what would I have to show you?”, she pondered, puzzled over the girl’s first sentence, letting out a slight laugh. But before the situation got awkward, another joined their company.
It was him, the man that had bumped (or would crash be a better word?) into her at that one night. His name was Yuril Artwaltz, she believed. Ever since their first meeting, she’d had a little crush on him, although little was a bit of an understatement, considering how much she was blushing at his proximity. She tried to speak, but stuttered instead. Ah, what a way to make in impression.
Reverie shook her head viciously, denying the accusing tone in Yuril’s voice, trying not to make a fool of herself. “A-ah, no, it’s not what you think! I just saw her and was just beginning to talk to her.” She blushed even more, realizing that maybe he was just joking and that she was overreacting. “A-ah… I mean… you’re joking right?” She pouted, looking away, unable to meet his gaze. Sometimes she wondered how she could be so clumsy. She just made herself out to be a total fool. But then again, now wouldn’t have been her first time, would it?
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Post by Nehayat Vakili on Feb 16, 2010 23:28:26 GMT -5
 --- he demands a closeness ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( WE ALL HAVE EARNED A LIGHTNESS )[/center]
As the girl started rambling about magic, Sabra managed to keep herself surprisingly calm. If the girl really was a mage, then she wouldn't be a problem to them. If she was another Summoner; well Sabra sensed no spirit near by. It would be a simple matter to dispose of her, even in this venue. Reverie's abilities would be very useful, in this case. As Reverie shot her a pointed look that said if Sabra pulled out any weapons, she would be in serious trouble, the Assassin relented for now. The girl didn't seem to have any malicious intentions for now. And if she tried to attack Reverie, she would find herself impaled with throwing knives six ways from Sunday.
But Agape's latching on to Sabra herself was rather troubling. Could she sense that the Spirit was different from an ordinary human? That upped the chances of her being a Summoner, and as Sabra filed away the knowledge, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Reverie would probably be upset when it came time to kill this girl in the Holy Grail War, if she did turn out to be a Summoner. Reverie had a disconcerting habit of getting attached to people. But no matter how cute or childlike this Agape acted, she was still an enemy until proven otherwise. Sabra would remember that, even if her Summoner did not.
Then, a familiar voice interjected into the conversation. Turning slowly on her heel, Sabra leveled a death glare on the interloper—Yuril. The man who had crashed into Reverie in the forest some days ago. The man had changed out of his previous get-up, which had been quite ridiculous, Sabra thought with a sniff. Now he wore overly tight pants and a blue shirt. Her expression didn't change a bit as he flamboyantly pretended to tip his hat to her and Reverie, before moving on to the Agape girl the pair had just met.
Whatever her suspicions of the innocent seeming child, Sabra wouldn't have wished Yuril's attention upon her. As he gushed over her and Reverie's non-existent resemblance, Sabra waited patiently for his hysterics to die down. You'd have to be a fierce kin d of fool to be taken in by a man like him, sh e thought, examining her hands. As her gaze moved upwards, locking back on the man in distrust, Sabra noticed her Summoner's reaction to his presence. Reverie couldn't really like him, could she? Not really.
“Why are you here?” Sabra asked Yuril, uncaring if she came off as rude. “I didn't know that you traveled so much. This is quite a while from where we last met you.” The Assasin folded her arms across her chest, though her bright green outfit kept the stance from being very intimidating. “And you aren't very funny,” sh added with a nod, her black waist-length hair swishing as she looked at his hand still grasping Agape's small fingers.
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