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4 January 2014, 01:47 AM   #1
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explanation is a wip
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

4 January 2014, 05:33 AM   #2
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
Jean circled his thumb darkly in a swirled circle on the wood of the tightly held bridge beneath and in front of him, his eyes wandered over the long and vast hole to the ground, merely just another level of nature but hidden from view on purpose; monsters and other creatures lurked below, in the darkness no one could really see. His temper had flared again and he had walked off in a stormy fit after Kaede hit a nerve, and he almost lost it, but his temper only lasted mere seconds before he stormed off. He felt sorry that Kaede had taken so much good care of him and in return he was a burden, and he didn't want to erupt, but.. He was just a child. He couldn't help his temper being small and boneheaded, he was that way since three. Jean let out a deep sigh that escaped through hoarse and dry lips, his elbows touched the wood and leant down while his palms covered his ears and slender yet firm fingers rubbed his temples as he stared in deep thought. "..Kaede, I'm sorry.." Jean shook his head once, twice and let it all drop along with the fuming anger that burnt a hole in his heart. A heart that had many other holes. "I should o back, but..nah, I'd be too embarrassed," Jean rubbed the nape of his neck with pink cheeks and found himself childishly blushing. Kaede would scold him, tell him he was worried, whisper sweet motherly things in his ear and allow the older to rest on his lap on the couch while Kaede ran his fingers through his hair, something Jean's mother never did. And then when Jean fell asleep, Kaede would watch some of his own shows before falling asleep. It was something that happened constantly when Jean was angry, a routine they knew, and often Kaede threw small fits so he could get that smothered and motherly feeling from Kaede again. Otherwise, they joke round like childhood friends. Jean drew out another sigh, his eyes drifted along long straight lights of pure peace that hit the darkness below him and his eyes darted to what lay beyond, but his eyes were tired now, and somewhat... wet? Jean pulled his hands up and wiped something ... moisture, warm yet painful as they pitched his olive cheeks. Jean continued wiping, but they never stopped, and he realized that it wasn't the only time he had cried, alone. But now he was crying, not sure why, but he was. And then he sobbed painfully, images flooding of his parents, innocent men he had killed, all of them. He couldn't hear anything but his choked back sobs and soon he felt cold and restless. He cursed out into the air and his nails dug into the wood while he held back a breath and shook tears away, he had to be strong. One day Kaede wouldn't be there, what would he do? No one could stop his temper tantrums, would he kill again? Unstoppable? One day, it would all end.
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

26 January 2014, 09:57 PM   #3
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
Posts: 16
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 27 January 2014
"Fucks." "What?" The girl barked, from behind, she was curled up in a large bird cage, at the back of a wide hauling wagon. The young girl rubbed her eyes, and yawned, it was early- the birds were chirping, sun was shining, glorious peaks of sun rays danced along the trees and flowers. For a brief moment Amelia felt safe- but she felt the wagon totally give way from under her. Just then, the wooden wheel of the wagon cracked in half! Shattering all support for the second back wheel. The cart fell over, and the large bird cage was tossed into the mud. "Aaaaach~!" The girl Squeeled as she tumbled between the bars of her cage, bumping off the wagon, and rolling some ways through the sticky mud trail. Amelia was- - alive. But hardly in the mood to let Jacq talk his way out of this- this- horrid accident! "I could've been killed!" Amelia screamed, her thin fingers tightly gripped the bars of cage. She continued to scream and scream. Thrashing her arms, and hissing as she bared her thick vile fangs. "I WANT OUT OF THIS CAGE! LET ME OUT OF THIS CAGE! DEAD MAN! DEAD MAN! YOUR FINISHED DEAD MAN! DEAD MAN! DEAD MAN! FILTHY! PEST-RIDDLED-MAGGOT EATING CORPSE! DEAD! DEAD!!!" Ugh. Jacque couldn't stand all the yelling, so he just blocked it out, and went to the side of wagon. Leaving Amelia in the mudd, in her iron cage, in the midst of her furious spit brawl. Jacque ducked down, kneeing in the mud, to look at the damages to the wagon, and then to the wheels. "Fuck." They were fucked. There were no back wheels. And there practically was no 'back wagon'. Fucks. All he had was the front part of his wagon, toppled over hay, and fucking headache. "Great..." Jacque mumbled lazily under his breathe. Now what...?
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

27 January 2014, 09:08 PM   #4
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
Jean may or not have spent half an hour reflecting on what he did- whether it was out of embarrassment or guilt, it wasn't really in his right's mind to choose. He let out a deep sigh of one he could control and not bother to keep in for a whole day, now better than ever since he was alone. Fingers rolled and twirled, twisted and tugged, patted and swirled into a mess of short mixed light hair of blonde and brown highlights, eyes concentrated on the bridge while his mind seemed elsewhere. "Now what? If I go back I know I'll have to apologize," he said pulling one contrasting hand up, "But if I stay, hell, I'll avoid causing any other trouble... however, won't he be worried?" He shook a fist through his hair and glanced in one simple direction, though he felt tightening in his stomach that momentarily did flips he shrugged away the feeling and began to walk in one direction. The exit. Back down the long bridge he barely made through the first time. Somewhere along his thoughts he took a curious glance at the wilderness but shook his head away once he realized he began to act like an idiot, or a person stopping to smell the flowers simply called an idiot to him, because he knew all life ends and there's no way they could all survive. He kept his head straight and tried to think of ways to apologize to his good friend since his feet already began pushing himself home, without his objection of course. He scowled and rubbed the neck of his neck, just thinking about such girly and pathetic things made him cringe. He may not have been that heartless, simply a basterd, doesn't mean he has to be all soft, his reputation meant something, whether it was only Kaede he knew. He promised not to open up, unless it was his friend, but that was a whole other story. Up ahead Jean couldn't help but give into his desires and finally for the first time of hard twenty minutes of walking he turned his head to the side and watched the glistening of light pinpoint his gaze to see the small creatures running along branches and the cruel world he noticed minute by minute, day by day. Bears eating fish, foxes eating rabbits, it's the same order. Except now the predators are looking a lot more human-- but they aren't. For a second time he looked down and back up, but this time his eyes moved up to the far distant glance of something he couldn't say when his tongue had rolled inside his mouth. Kept from speaking out, as if he thought they could hear him. "What?" Jean was mostly confused, normally he wouldn't see anyone since his recent visits, though sometimes there were one or two onlookers he killed somewhere between greeting and hunger. His gaze fell but everything was a blur with all he could see being a few things that stood out completely. He drew closer, not quick but at a steady pace to where as he wouldn't be caught eavesdropping. But was it eavesdropping? Jean cleared his mind in hoped it would go away and he headed forward with a curious gaze, his pupils glistening in the reflection of the light brought onto the earth. His eyes narrowed not as meekly, and as he drew closer he could actually smell the danger- other than his confusion, curiosity and slight shivering fear that ran through his body like an adrenaline rush. Which usually meant he was becoming excited. Jean stared up and stood straight, too. His eyes gleaned over the sight of a broken wagon, a tall body with noticeable hair and two voices he as unfamiliar with. Completely. Who are they? And what are they doing? With his hands now in his pockets, an ignorant smirk on his lips and curious eyes he ventured forward like a shadow on a speed chase, ultimately placing himself beside the bridge and cautiously next to the broken wagon. "Trouble, eh?" He gave a cocky laugh, somewhat between cockiness, aggression and a little curiosity.
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

28 January 2014, 01:07 AM   #5
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
Posts: 16
It's not like Amelia ever got tired of yelling at Jacquerie. She yelled at him over everything, and nothing. 'You're moving to fast! I'm starving! When are you going to take me home? Where are we going?! Do you even know what trouble you're going to be in, dead man?! MY CLAN WILL DEVOUR YOU!' After a few months, it all sounded like the same dramatic babbles in the Opera. It wasn't until the stranger appeared that his caged bird sung a new song. Amelia began to sweetly smile at the stranger, her voice followed suit, and her vicious fangs receded. "Stranger please help me~ This man is a crook..." Jacque turned his head up, a single glance was all he needed, "Get lost, kid." He said waving his hand lazily, shooing the boy away. His expression was an uncaring one, and slightly annoyed. "No... Don't go.. Ignore him please.." Amelia said softly, her pink lips soothed past the Dead Man's bitter words. "We do need help. Please...I..- -do.. Do you have any water?" Amelia looked healthy, and her complexion always glowed. However in reality, she hasn't eaten anything in weeks. She hasn't seen anyone in weeks. She hasn't been away from Jacquerie in months. It's been months. And Jacquerie- whom never slept, or ate, and barely talked- always watched her. It was a hellish reality to face for the princess. Jacquerie was wearing a thick, long black trench coat, he took it off, and threw it over the girl in the bird cage. As if she'd somehow disappear, if she wasn't seen. "Ah! It's dark! Jacq! Help me!" The princess was from a Sun Clan. She's never been exposed to darkness- because her palace was on the Sun. The girl made light whimpering sounds, as she tried to scratched the bottom of the cage and bars. "D..Don't leave me like this..." She mumbled, with the fear in her voice now apparent. Jacque didn't even look slightly bothered by the girl's pleas. Instead he turned to look at the kid, "You still here?" Jacque said, treading through the mud, glaring the kid down like a snake. "Fine. Kid. You know where Labrynthia is?" Jacque asked, his face hardened with a cold stare.
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

28 January 2014, 01:23 AM   #6
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
'Stranger please help me~ This man is a crook...' Jean's early gaze fell on a charming voice, bright and young, much to his demise. He hated the sound of cheerful speaking, and cheerful laughter for that sake. He turned his head to the said crook and raised his eyebrows, not forgetting the quick 'Get lost, kid' on the way of thinking over a response to the blonde girl of young age. Slightly annoyed male didn't even seem to acknowledge more than his existence, and Jean somewhat knew the feeling and brushed off the cold words. "Water?" For faintly he did start to feel slightly bad for the little girl who beckoned for a drink, more or less she seems thin but she had an appearance of a perfectly healthy girl. Was she some slave? Was she a pet? Jean leaned back onto the bridge rail and had both elbows arched up to hold up his current position, staring idly at the sky in return as his head was slowly brought back to the soft whispers of a caged animal seeking help. It was kind of cute, to say, reminding him merely of Kaede who was almost a pet to him as well, without the cold punishment and unacknowledged presence, he would have made a better 'owner', but Kaede wasn't merely a pet, he was a friend. Despite the sudden command of knowledge Jean didn't flinch but glared over with narrowed eyes, questioning the other's authority. "I'm not a child, for God's sake. And second, who doesn't know about Labrynthia? You must be foreign to this place then, you did look a bit odd up close, worse now that I can see you clearly." Jean meekly smirked with sudden confidence, not wanting to have the other take power of his situation; he wasn't just a kid, and he really hated being treated without authority. Even Kaede knew better. "But I don't think I should show you, I mean.. with your attitude, it won't get you anywhere." Jean gave a light mocking shrug and brought his lips actively into a pleasure, narcissistic manner. "Of course there's always a short deal... not much."
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

28 January 2014, 03:50 AM   #7
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
Posts: 16
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 28 January 2014
"hehe~ " There was a childish laugh coming from under the tarp. Amelia found humor in the stranger's words. She hasn't heard anyone speak against anything Jacquerie spit. Let alone try to match it, and send it right back. It gave Amelia a little strength too- under the darkness and solitude of her cage. "Looks like you can't scare this one, Dead man~" "Perhaps." But Jacque wasn't even trying to scare the 'kid.' Not even worth the energy. Not yet at least. Jacque shrugged his shoulders and took a step back, nodding his head, as if agreeing with something unsaid."You're dead ain't you?" The kid looked beaten up, and damaged. Jacque could see it from the very look of his eyes. The kid wasn't some normal Jack. Just Didn't feelnormal. Which did in fact make a difference. Sort of- Jacquerie was in a tough spot when he was about the same age. In fact he practically died in that same spot... And to be completely honest, Jacquerie was still in that same spot. So the taller man, looked back to the covered cage, and then back to boy. Jacquerie smiled smugly, "Heh, Whatever you say, 'Kettle'. What sort of deal?" It's not like a dead man had much to give. However, The Dead did know a thing or two about taking. Jacquerie crossed his arms as he tilted his head up, "Hope you're not thinking about bargaining for my caged companion." Jacquerie said, already dismissing whatever ideas the lad had about trying to free his lady bird. "Jacquerie..." softly spoke the girl in a sorrowed tone. The young girl was confined to be underneath the black coat, and between the thick bars of a cage. She didn't even know why she was so important to him. This strange and wicked Dead Man. Jacquerie never spoke about his own reasons... Not once. Was she a slave? No, she wasn't forced to do anything... Frankly she's been in this cage day and night, since he took her. Was she some kind of unspoken bride? Didn't seem likely, Jacquerie had never tried to touch her, and although he glared days and night at her- it was a distant looking stare. As if he was looking at something- -someone else.. So in the end- Amelia came to agree with herself that she wasn't for Jacquerie at all. Her captivity was based upon someone else's desires. But whom? Someone in Labrynthia maybe? You could hear some stifled sniffling now, Amelia couldn't... She didn't... She whiped her eyes- and was now, extremely thankful that she couldn't be seen...
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

28 January 2014, 08:11 PM   #8
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
Jean took the little female's words as a compliment to his snarkiness and found himself smugly looking when his hand appeared and reappeared in between the hard and ancient wood of the bridge; as if his body passed right through. The sudden rough translate of a grouchy voice but yet tattered with confidence broke the short silence between the three of them and he took a moment after looking down to where the darkness was so he could look up and respond. "I prefer the word... ghost. It rings some bells, actually. Better than dead." He shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh. "I'm just stuck here for hell, who knows how long. But I'm going to hell some time soon." Jean stared down and shrugged again as if that was the only thing in the world he knew. His head turned back to the caged female who he finally took notice to under all the black frantic and he felt slightly bad, for though he didn't even know who they were. "The deal? Ah... maybe after I'll help you.. I can get something in return. But please, I wouldn't want your little pet. I have one of my one," he confirmed fiddling with his fingers and glancing over the side. "Nothing big, just a small favor." There was a soft sniffling noise but Jean felt the need not to push into it or think too much and stared up at the so called Dead Man. "But you know, you could ask someone else for directions... if there are any others," the blonde male scoffed and rolled his eyes. He hadn't run into anyone in days, he doubted they would see a person walking along the way, unless of course they knew how to speak animal. Jean glanced over again and admired the wreckage of a wagon, blinking. So that's why they needed help.. Jean felt happy, now that he could become of great service. "I see you ran into some trouble, I could really help, at a low price as I've said." ooc: I'm so sorry it's short
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

28 January 2014, 11:05 PM   #9
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
Posts: 16
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 28 January 2014
Ghost? He was a Ghost kid? This was far from Jacquerie's first encounter with one, and it surely wasn't the last. Ghosts were a common sort. But- "dead is Dead." easily spoke the Dead Man. Speaking as if to correct the child. Which he was. "And actually- shouldn't you be going through you're trials?" Ghosts couldn't just log around- er- they could but then they'd never cross over. "The longer you stay here, the less of a chance you have of crossing." Not that it mattered. Jacquerie looked at the boys hands, as it phased through the bridge's siding, then came back out. The kid was in tough spot. It only took a few years for a good spirit to become a bad spirit. If that happened, the spirit would then need an exorcist. And that shit was just messy. It was funny to Jacquerie, so his grin became wider, as he became more amused with the boy. Jacq even puffed out a grim chuck or two, "You're a riot kid." Jacque said stepping forward more confidently. "But it looks to me..." Jacque swayed closer, his legs stepped crookedly, and looked off balance as he walked in the mud. "Like you're in more trouble then I am." Jacque's grin immediately fell to the floor, his face became stale and callous. "Here's my offer. You tell me where Labrynthia is. And in exchange~ I'll teach you a thing or two about..." Jacque's tongue fell over his bottom lip and slithered back into his mouth. "Getting ride of you're attachments. And crossing over." Because that's what all ghosts wanted- Peace. In the cage, the Princess tried to keep calm under the cloak. She tried to listen to the wonderful rhymes and chimes of the past. Her old life. She missed it. These two- The Dead Man and Ghost boy were going to be no help to her. The girl decided it was best to come to terms with it now. "The dead... Always looking after themselves.." She whispered to herself in her reflection, "How i'll kill them... Again and Again." The dead had no place in the physical world, They had no place among her, and especially had no business speaking of her! But each minute in the darkness was completely unlivable to the girl. She was loosing strength. Quickly. ooc: no worries~! :D
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

28 January 2014, 11:09 PM   #10
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
Last edited by ‹☆・・Yehet・・ ☆›, 29 January 2014
Jean let out a frustrated laugh, merely at the other much in a mocking but very sad and dull wave of music through his voice. "I hate the word.. dead." He sighed again and turned to face them more clearly though he could only merely see the male himself. "I- Who said I wanted- needed to pass? It's a ridiculous idea, really." He looked towards the taller boy who seemed to have no motivation, no care at all towards anyone, or maybe Jean wasn't looking close enough. He shook the thoughts aside and rubbed his cheek squarely and let out a weak and unconventional unprofessional huff and round of air through his cheeks. Jean listened to Jacquerie's offer and hummed a bit in a pathetic response, not expecting a smart response at all but was expecting a push aside and forgotten face as they left him 'in the dust'. Jean pulled his expressions back and merely stood straight to collect his answer, not that he felt smart enough to give the other a smart-ass comeback anyway, maybe he was too tired? "Deal," he said once with confidence but at the end drifting slowly with concern. "But, though you may be teaching me about passing, it's not like I need that kind of information..." Jean shook his thoughts again. There was no way he would go to Hell than stay with Kaede, it was an obvious choice. "Anyway, shall we get moving? We go that way." Jean lifted his finger with a wagging mischievous manner.
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

29 January 2014, 02:22 AM   #11
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
Posts: 16
"Excellent." Jacquerie was a Dead Man. Making dead end deals were one of his favorite things~ The taller man then spat into the palm of his own hand, smirking, he then slapped it against Jean's own hand for confirmation. It was the thickest, sickest, most putrid smelling substance in the world. But in Dead speak- it was now an official deal. "The name's Jacquerie." Dead Man Jacquerie. With one eye glaring, and his hand still tightly locked against the kid's with slime, Jacque whispered ever so darkly, "Don't worry~ I'm certain you and the Devil King will get along." Like he did with him. After all- "The guy's a stickler for virgins." Completely serious. Jacquerie let go, and stepped off to take care of the girl in the cage. "Good girl, you were quiet for some time." The Dead Man said, Monotone as he threw the black tarp and slicked it around his own body. The girl was shaking some, and looked very pale. Her eyes loosely tried to follow up the lines of her cage, and over to Jacquerie. He stood above her, like some towering plague. She hated him. She hated him so much. "Get me out of this Cage Dead Man... Please.." The girl's voice was shallow and hitched like a broken record. The Dead man cocked his head to the side, and scratched his chin. Looking unsympathetic. Because he simply didn't care. He didn't have the heart to. Not when he was so close to Labrynthia. He didn't have time for her to stop for meal, or lay in the sun and get her complexion back. So he completely ignored her plea, and threw the tarp back over her again. "No! Please! I- -! I can't see! I... I'm scared!" She whimpered, and patted against the cloth and bars. Meanwhile, Jacquerie took some chains from the wagon, and tied them around the large metal home. He began to heave, and started to drag the cage through the patches of mud and clay. Jacquerie was rather strong for a corpse and didn't get tired. So he was easily tugging. Soon enough- the girl's pleas stopped and the mumbling turned to soft whispering tears.
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

29 January 2014, 03:43 AM   #12
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
There was something in Jean's stomach that warned him, yet he ignored the blaring sirens that told him to run and never look back. Not even blink, for if he were alive again he would probably be dead in a blink of an eye. But he wasn't scared. At all. Right? Jean stared the other down, a strange smell meeting halfway to his nose when a hand, moisturizer by the awful odor, slapped against his. He presumed-hoped it was at least a friendly gesture or something good, not that he thought it was shaking the Devil's hand himself. He rubbed the side of his chin and availed when the substance smeared a small dot from his palm and he brushed his hand gently against his clothes and made a sickened, arrogant and snabby face. "Jacquerie, huh?" His lips pulled and curved but not in the way he had hoped, the boy mortified I'm, he was so different, it was almost too hard to believe. But to think he had seen worse, well, he couldn't argue. His head snapped up, however, when the boy's words had really set him slightly off like a clock ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. "My name is Jean, by the way.. not like you care." His thoughts processed and for a moment he was dumbfounded when the elder walked away with a sort of stride in his walk. How the hell would he know I'm a virgin? I sure as hell don't look like one, prick. To think he has the nerve, this guy.. Something about the Dead Man made Jean very, very irritated, and it seemed clear when he watched the other with narrowed eyes, pretending not to freak about the smell that lingered from whatever it came from. Jean may have felt bad. May. Because not only would the whimpering and crying be annoying, but it felt like a burden to endure it. Sure he wasn't a lame ass who didn't care at all about feelings, but he surely wasn't going to spend his time pretending he did care, when in all honesty he could feel that way but not have to show it. Although, he had no say whatsoever and decided to remain quiet when he watched the two quietly.. thinking. "Oh," Jean suddenly remembered as he watched the other incredibly haul the mobile from dirt and mud and earth. "You'll get to meet my little pet, just a short stop before we go to Labrynthia."
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

29 January 2014, 04:32 AM   #13
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
Posts: 16
The little frail girl's voice began to chime~ "Oh~" Cough.Cough. "Ja..Jacque.. Why don't we rest for a bit then? You've been walking for very... very long." Months actually. He had been pulling that wagon himself for- months. So there was no surprise it would break down as it did. But Jacquerie had simply hoped it would be somewhere... more pleasant. Whatever- he got as far as he could with it. Now that he was within miles of the kingdom, the last thing Jacque wanted to do was stop. So Jacque ignored her, and kept pulling. His awkward legs taking long strides through the mud and over the cobble bridge. As the cage was being dragged, it skidded against the soft mud and made hard etchings in the ground. However it seemed like nothing was slowing the Dead Man down. Jaquerie was able to keep a well pace infact. "J-Jacque.." The little birdy chimed again.. Trying to try harder with pressing the Dead Man's favor. "I am very... weak. How are you going to model me to you're buyer in Labrynthia if I look sick and pale? He surely.. - -" Cough.Cough. "Will not buy a sick puppy from a Dead man." ... .... ..... Perhaps his caged mutt was on to something. Amelia was as good as worthless if she didn't have any power within her. The Dead Man mumbled something, thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes to look at his surroundings... "Alright... Alright.. I guess you have out grown this cage." The Dead man stopped pulling, and pulled off the blackened tarp. Amelia's eyes flashed with brilliance- she looked so thankful and her pale wrinkled skin slowly began to regain it's glow. "Ahhh~ So you do have a heart Mr. Jacquerie~" Amelia stretched out her arms through the bars of the cage. Then she looked to the stranger- the boy- Jean. "Ahem... Jean, correct?" She gave a slight wave in his direction- shyly. "I'm Amelia Wei Lin." At that moment, Jacquerie broke the lock on the cage, and opened the door for Amelia to get out. "I'm sick of dragging you." Amelia looked delighted, stretching her arms, and jumping from place to place. Her ears popped from her head, and her tail swung from side to side. "The Dead Man does have a heart~" Squeeled the young girl gigglish all of a sudden. But the Dead man didn't even look slightly amused. "Just Walk." "I wanna walk with Jean~" And the moment she said it, she was right by the stranger's side. Hugging his arm like a long time friend. "You smell much better then the Dead Man..." Mused the golden haired beauty with a small chuckle. Jacquerie silently trailed someways behind- still troubled with his thoughts. One of the cons about being a dead man- was you didn't think very well. It took lots, and lots of energy.
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

31 January 2014, 01:32 AM   #14
Joined: 15 Oct 2013
Posts: 1031
ooc I am sooooooooo sorry but now im back so like hellur bic Jean watched the Dead Man with incredible strength, though it sunk in that he wasn't actually human either and being immortal came with it's advantages. But as he imagined the man pulling that thing for days he winced and tried to shrug it off as nothing, and the wheeling noise of mud and wood made him cringe and look at them directly to capture the picture of a grump old man and a younger girl trapped in a cage. It reminded him of an old version of Snow White and the Dwarves. Except the dwarf, Grumpy, is evil and Snow White has been captured by Grumpy. At the thought of it he let out a soft howl of a laugh and brought his broad shoulders down with a light shake. Ah, so he's selling her? Must be in a money pinch, or something like that.. Everyone's in it for the money these days.. There was a small flicker of sunshine and happiness in the scene when he turned to listen into the new conversation built between the two genders. A shaken small voice belonging to a female and a concentrated male voice trying to decide what to do. "What an interesting pair," he said to himself rather slyly as he walked along a small path he made by himself and dragging his feet along the way until he had stopped a feet beyond to turn and look back at them. The response was the shout almost cry to his ears filled with joy as the female once stuck in the cage was let out and he could almost see her glow in satisfaction and freedom she only knew she had not for long. "I'm Amelia Wei Lin." Jean nodded to her instead and had dug his hands into his pockets as his mind tried to process both names from both strangers, for he knew once he lead them there their meeting time would be over and he could return home without a problem. Though, he wondered how well it would really be after having Kaede drag along, and for many years since Jean knew him, it was going to be a problem. "Uh... nice to meet you," he stuttered in a matter of fact when the girls arms embedded themselves around his own arm and he felt a short tug and weight cling to his muscle. And when he turned to look down at him he couldn't help but smile and nod, because she seemed almost like a younger sister he never had, and she was so bright and cheerful he couldn't help the smile on his face because it just...happened. However, he didn't let it slide too quick and found himself moving his gaze to the ground so he could look more serious.. and strong. "Thanks, I guess. You're very happy, I see. How long have you been stuck in there?" His chin moved to the side to sneak a quick glance at Jacquerie before returning his attention somewhat back to the now free girl happy at his side like a best friend. Like they knew each other.
Kaede - 17 - Bakemono
Jean - 18 - Apparition

31 January 2014, 08:54 PM    #15
Joined: 26 Jan 2014
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Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 31 January 2014
ooc: LOL I LUB DAT. xD Jacquerie wasn't in some kinda trouble. He simply needed the girl for a scheme, to get him an elite body. A Dead Man that died with honor. A Corpse whose soul belonged to an upperclassman. Not you're average jack, penny, or john. No- Jacquerie wasn't very brain-savy, but when did convert the energy to making a plan (which rarely happened.) It became a sincere masterpiece. A plan that could only be executed by a dead man. Due to the fact, that it was frankly a suicide mission. But a mission all the same- the Dead Man couldn't know the difference between a good plan, semi good plan, and something impossible. Which, by the way, the plan was only semi-good teetering onimpossible. The Dead Man kept a far pace away, as his legs were having a bit of trouble dragging themselves through. Even though he wasn't tired, his legs couldn't help but wobble and clank like a broken toy of sorts. Jacquerie wasn't worried about that- infact he was more focused on Labrynthia. His brain fickled, and fiddled, and tossed up words. Yet- the poor Dead Man could barely piece them together... Jacquerie had a intent expression on his face as he walked, as if he was doing some kind of rocket science in his head. Something that was even more peculiar then the Dead Man's stiff motion and lack of brain function was his companion- She tweeted and hummed like this adventure was some lovely treat. "Please- call me Ari-Mei, Jean~." Her name 'Amelia' was a western translation of her birth name. She didn't care for it very much. At all, actually. Ari-Mei heard Jean's question and her smile faded just a tad. Ari-Mei's voice became a hushed whisper, "Too long." Ari-Mei glanced back to the dead man, curiously. Then she looked back to Jean. "But i'm alright... Everyday it gets easier and easier for me. While for the Dead Man- it only gets harder." Ari-Mei's chirpy voice became a solem one, as if she felt bad for the other. Ari-Mei took in a deep breathe, and continued, "He has his bad days, and I have mine. But... But I've been with him long enough to know... That Jacquerie has far more bad days then good. Yet he never yells, or gets angry..." It was strange for Ari-Mei- she figured only anger and vile evil could come from a Dead Man and a Devil Lord. But really- "He's rather... harmless actually..."
Dead Man Jacquerie. Twenty-Three Necrophiliac. Body Snatcher & Undertaker. "I rather you be more dead. Than pretty, pretty." Princess Ari-Mei YangHua. Sixteen. Immortal Werewolf. Royal Sun Dog. "I rather you be just dead. Dead man.~"

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