|
|
Post by Dara on Nov 16, 2008 15:25:03 GMT -7
Pippa watched Karuma as he spoke, mesmiresed by his voice, linking her fingers together. Nodding in all the right Place, thinking nothing of his dream really.After all Kids of either sex fought, in fact she already coming up with that very explantion, varying it on his inner torments.
She Blinked twice when he asked for the Paper. "Sure"She smiled getting up moving to the dresk she took out a crisp white sheet and a pen "Here Karuma "She murmered handing both to him. before returning to her seat waiting for the final part of his explanation figuing this was going to easy as pie.
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Nov 26, 2008 18:10:00 GMT -7
"Thank you." Karuma murmured. The words were barely out and he had the paper and pen settled in his hands and was already begining to sketch. "It resembles an insignia that was used..." He paused as he changed the direction of his lines. "a few centuries ago. It was a sign of, uhm, evils... I suppose." The pencil twirled between his fingers with a deft ease so that the eraser slid across the paper. He was a mild perfectionist. "And power." The pencil twirled back into place to make its new marks. "Anyway..." His voice trailed off and for awhile the only sound was the light strokes of the pencil. "The differences mean that this symbol has a whole new meaning. And it's contexts in my dreams..." The pencil paused. His eyes shifted to the floor, his head inched down a bit reluctantly. "It forms as pools of blood from...." The pencil moved in a few hard strokes and he thrust the paper in her direction. "Here." He whispered.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Nov 28, 2008 9:52:55 GMT -7
Throughout the sketch her eyes were on him and not the paper. She watched his concentration knowing in those Moments a two bit explanation just wasnt going to cook it. "Evil signs still ressemble evil things " She half whispered to herself in responce to his words "that never changes"
Pippa fidgeted slightly not liking where this was going half hoping to be caught in this deception by her Misstress.
She shivered softly at his final words not wanting to take the Paper or see the sign "It looks like a cross and a Pentragem...there are hex smbols here too,,,, How long have you been dreaming of this"She began trying to not sound nervous as she placed the paper on the table a little too quickly before retreating to the bookcase to retrive a book on that particular hex symbols.
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Nov 28, 2008 12:16:55 GMT -7
Karuma let her talk, his eyes fixed on her with interest like a puppy. He knew the little bits she had told him but he didn't let it show. Her question brought an unchecked smile to his face. "Long enough." He'd whispered the words to himself but to get her answer he had leaned back in the chair and was reaching into the pocket of his sports jacket. He produced a small, smooth black leather book. Sticking off the pages were dozens of colored post-it note flags. It took him only a second to flip to the red tabbed one he wanted. His fingers tapped along the page and then fell in one spot. "The first was nearly a year ago..." He flipped the pages. "Then during a masquerade a few months after." The pages flipped again. "Nnn." He flipped back. "3 months ago they started picking up. This month it became a problem. It's all to frequent." He'd whispered the last part, staring idly at the pages of the book. He had been told by another clairvoyant to keep record of certain things just incase. It had payed off more then once. "To me, it simply means something is happening." He told her, looking back up to see if she had anything new to reveal to him. "But I don't know to what scale or where, even when. Whose doing it, who they're doing it to, how many people are involved, how many people have to suffer?" Karuma was rattling off, his hands moving in jagged sweeps letting out frustration through certain movments. He wasn't even aware of how overwhelming his chatter was getting. "Whats the target, what's the goal, is there one? Maybe it's aimless." His eyes were dialated, not fixed on anything as his mind lapsed into a trance like state while he spoke. He became less and less aware that he had to let the person helping him speak.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Dec 3, 2008 17:19:50 GMT -7
(ok im going to work with the Little i know of soren and the nothing i know of supernatural hex so be ready to count the Mistakes)
His words echoed in her head ~a year who kepts this unanswered fir a year... Maybe its on a countdown Im pretty sure of it~ She thought to herself whilst returning to her chair. "Soon "She answered softly "Its going to happen soon and it is through your blood it will happen..." ( im wrong prob but im sure rio and soren are connected in a family way.... ) Leafing through the Pages of her book she let hiim talk unsure she could be of any assitance "It will seem unstoppable, the Power this... hex holds shows that....death"She whispered her own words sticking in her throat not wanting to go on further deciphering the symbols wishing this was something she'd left to someone with more knowledge than Her...
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Dec 6, 2008 16:25:37 GMT -7
[Rio and Soren aren't related but they were engaged or close to it. I don't remember what I said.]
Karuma's pale eyes fixed on her and he quited down a notable degree. "My blood, personally?" He asked. He didn't sound to concerned as if he already knew it wasn't him. "Or my blood, my family?" He had slowly risen from his seat after the question and quietly wandered up behind his host. His fingers closed around the back of the chair and his form hovered near her shoulder as he was peering down at the book she was flipping through trying to catch a glimpse of something useful. "Mass death." His calm voice corrected her yet came out with a chime of humor like he knew something she didn't. "That one..." He reached over her shoulder and his hand fell into the pages as she turned them before he lost it. He opened back up to it. "I've seen that on something before." He let his perplexity show and drew his hand back to himself. His eyebrows furrowed for a second as his mind flipped through numerous memories, far more then any normal human or even immortal should ever hold onto. "I was a kid..." He bit his lip. "It's not a vision. It's... I'm..." He stopped bitting his lips and his face cringed in pain. His left hand deftly moved from the chair to his face, and through his hair. A sigh escaped him yet not another word as he wandered aimlessly away from her chair.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Dec 10, 2008 12:39:19 GMT -7
"Family,,,"Pippa answered quickly at a guess. This whoile intepretation would be at least 99 % guess work. "Mass Death... "She almost questioned paling at the thought. "Yes your right of course"She nodded softly looking down at her book tensing as Karuma picked a set of symbols.
"What do you Mean youve seen it before?" Pippa demanded softly needing more information if she was going to solve this Mystery. "Please tell me "She turned to watching him, thinking he gave the apperance of one drowning in thought.
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Dec 11, 2008 20:40:58 GMT -7
Karuma was finally drawn to an answer at her pleading request. "I can't." The words came out in a low mutter. He quickly spun on his heels to face her. "I mean, I would." He caught himself, trying not to be difficult. "If I could but I can't because I can't remember. Well I can but... not..." He pressed his lips together, trying to keep himself from loosing anymore ground and forcing himself to think before he spoke. Normally, he was a very controlled young man, always thinking before he spoke and knowing what he had to say in near riddled poetry, something like his mother had a knack for. Today was different, and he was having a hard time putting his thoughts in the right order just when he needed to. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and now parted he continued to talk. "It was awhile ago, before my youngest brother. There was a guest at one of my mother's masquerade balls." He had slowly walked back to her as he spoke. The clairvoyant was mildly aggitated by his own memories. His hands were constantly fidgeting through his hair and over his silver earrings and then tugging at the frayed edges of the bandage over his hand. The bandage was taking on a pink color from a light blood ooze from the newly aggitated wound in her attempt to heal it. "He had some sort of power, mm, a hypnosis through the song. And my mother dissapeared in the midst of it..." It was clear he was having a hard time grasping for the thought, somehow it had avoided his keen memory. He knew that someone had been with him that night and had discovered the problem, someone he had wanted to forget and in doing so had forgotten the details of the memory. He assumed it was either his ex, or perhaps for some strange reason, Lorne. Whoever it was, they had helped him figure out what power the masquerade guest had over his mother. If only he could remember the guest. "He knew me..." Karuma said slowly. "The one with the insigna knew me." He shook his head. "I wish I could help you help me." He murmured, a wistful smile playing at the corner of his lips with the certain beauty dark clouds hold on sweltering summer days.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Dec 17, 2008 14:48:46 GMT -7
"I know you can"She began playing with a lock of her hair nervously , trying to watch him , et not make it obviously so. "Maybe you should..." She was about to prompt his memory when the sigh whispered past those lips.
"Could it be he.... that the dream potrays?"Pippa asked nervously looking back to her book "the one that carry's death?" She offered searching for answers in the small glimsp into the boy's past. "could you seek him out... in other Memories Karuma?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Dec 17, 2008 20:00:21 GMT -7
Karuma gave a small shrug and leaned on her desk crossing his arms. He stared across the room at the opposite shelves lined with books and jarred objects. "It must be." He said quietly, a little more of an assumption then his belief. "I don't know. Maybe. I pick out other peoples lives so easilly but my own? Hmhm." A smug smile crossed his face and he murmured a little laugh. His eyes closed and he drew a deep breath. "I don't recall his face, theres to much shade." His fingers tapped along the desk. "But I remember... there was a cane. He stopped me in the hall with it." His tone was a bit more sour. "He didn't need it. I remember, he didn't need it at all. He was young, just older then I am now." An excited tone had picked up in his voice as he began to recall things. "He had authority for no reason. I was so pissed at him the way he spoke. Actually... he was kind of built like Caleb. Tall and lean, longer hair but it was dark, really dark. That's why I couldn't see his face." He opened his eyes. "What's a profile with out a name? There's so many people out there." His hands clasped to his head and he let out a sigh, dwelling in his own silence for a moment. "Could you get me another drink?" He asked quietly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Dec 22, 2008 12:42:49 GMT -7
"An older gentleman prehaps" Pippa mused softly. She hadnt thought a younger male would carry a cane. She wanted to offer up answers although she had none. Quietly she wandered over to the fridge pouring them both a cool glass of Lemonade both in clean glasses.
"A younger gentleman ? someone of class then... Kike a prince or a duke..."She paused as he brought up Caleb. She stopped mid-thought. Was this guy having weird fantas.. Was his powers going awol or something.
It was a standing point in her community that most clairvoyants,and pyshics eventually went crazy, It was someting to do with there power,thier visions and so on. "Names are un important as long as you have the rest of the picture. The were why andthe who, the three questions we need to answer to solve your puzzle"
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Dec 22, 2008 13:05:37 GMT -7
"He looks like he has a few physical years on my mother." Karuma commented as Pippa deliberated ages. Karuma knew how little looks ment in a world like this though. "He has to have class. The night I saw him, he was coming for a ball. It's the kind my ma sets up for the royals around, it's just a big ploy to get in good favors so nobody attacks her." He took the glass offered to him. "Thanks." As he spoke a glimpse of an often unused smile crossed his lips. He sipped at the drink, lapsing into silence. He was tired of thinking already, tired of caring. The pale eyes dissapeared behind his eye lashes and his shoulders sagged in a silent sigh. He had to figure it out though, it was plagueing him for a reason. He had nothing else about this man though, he could only ask his mother and it was to late to hunt for her. "I don't think I saw him anymore then that." The clairvoyant informed her. "But let me move you back to the fourth question." A clever smirk played on his lips for a breif instant. "You skipped it. And that is, what." He paused after stating it. "It brings me back to the present. Or the future..." He gave a small scowl. "What I'm seeing is mass control, so we assume this is our man. He's got class, his got power, he's got a a way to control people. It's nearly effortless. Like a... ringmaster." The word fell strangely from his lips and seemed to shock even him. He didn't know why he'd chosen that word but it was a cascading thought filling in strange voids in his mind. "Ringmaster." He repeated the word. It didn't occur to him that he gave no time for his aid to help yet somehow her simple contributions to his train of thought was spark enough. Effortlessly, his form turned from it's spot to twist around and face the desk. His hand went to the insigna he'd drawn her. "You know any Latin?" He asked, his eyes moving to her face.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Dec 22, 2008 14:49:09 GMT -7
"So hes older" Pippa asked softly "Some demons powers strengthen with age...Couldnt your mother help with the Who... If she inivited him to this ball...she would know of his identy surely"She sipped her lemonade "Are you in contact with your mother Karuma" She asked still betting on the crazy theory. She was sure he was either insane or on the brink of it.
"Mass control is that even possible.... the old myths speak of it yes.... but it is only myth Karuma"
She paused hearing him questioning her use of Latin "No "She found herself being honest of her talents "I have never been able to understand it just some elements of pig latin"she admitted trying to figure how to be free of this crazy individual already scanning her mind for excuses that werent so lame and would have an element of truth to it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Little Lion on Dec 22, 2008 15:00:59 GMT -7
Karuma nodded his agreement. "She would know him." he murmured quietly. He swirled the lemonade in his glass. Her question didn't get an answer at first and then he nodded. "I can get ahold of her." He replied. He didn't stay near her, or to in touch with her but since she'd left his father he had seen to it that she settled in somewhere else okay and made a mental note of where she was staying. "What's myth and what's real all depends on where your from." He replied, looking over at her. He put the paper down. "It's okay, I don't think i'll be needing the translation." he had a feeling his mother would know exactly what he wanted to hear. He wandered away from the desk and flopped down in the chair he had first been in. "You're not to bad at this." He said looking back at his hostest. His fingers spun the earings on his left ear in reaction to his own lie.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dara on Dec 25, 2008 14:15:48 GMT -7
"Thats true i suppose" Pippa Mused softly watching him. Once more she took stock of her guest . She had a feeling she'd lost him , that he was already making the descion to leave subconciously even if he didnt know yet. . She felkt her cheeks bllush at the compliment, even if however known was intended. "Im just sorry I couldnt help ou more with the translation, but I do know of someone whio could sould ou require it later"She offered quietly "So what do you think the next step is to deciphering your mster power is?"She asked referring to Soren ready to help where she could.
|
|
