Freak of Nature (Semi-Lit)

[dmlp]

(Cool thanks dmlp! Can Locota role play with Blake?))

((Go ahead))

[bugiscool]

(Is there I certain place where Blake is or can I just make it up?)

[Falls]

I think dmlp's intro post says it. Look Blake up in the search bar at the top of the page.

[Veins Of Opal]

Lilith looked up at Dyus then looked at her feet, a bit embarrassed to be messing with him at that time at night. "It's dark in my wagon..." Lili said in a very small voice. "Can I...maybe...stay the night?" she asked him, looking more embarrassed. Uncle had always said she had never really grown up, and would scold her for her fear of the dark.

Dyus' eyes rested on the timid girl, a gentle and friendly smile spreading across his lips. "Of course. Come in," he replied in his soft voice, stepping out of the door way and gesturing for her to come inside. He turned, giving a yawn as he sat himself on the floor. "You take bed, I'll take floor," he told her with a nod, crossing his canine-like legs and curling his tail around his feet, leaning back against the wall.

"O-Odd talents?" He asked with wide crimson eyes. He remembered what he could do that could be considered odd. His raven hair feathered around his face and he looked Daniel in the eyes. "I-is cutting off parts of my skin, and sewing them back on with cloth considered... 'odd'? " He asked, blinking slightly. He looked so young, but he was also so scared. He was very shy around strangers and it showed.

Daniel arched a brow at the kids question, giving a sigh, "Yes, that is considered very odd among regular people, kid," he replied, reaching up a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. "You can just find an empty cabin and call it yours, if you want to stay. A lot of people just show up and stay, really." he told Seo, his bi-coloured gaze surfing over the stranger, examining him. Daniel slid strands of his long, ebony hair behind his ear, folding his arms. "Any other questions?"

Ringmaster relaxed when Javik said the word "perform". He nodded, absently lifting a hand to run his fingers through his straight burgundy hair. He wished amnesiac Ringmaster hadn't cut it. Perhaps his tastes in hairstyles had changed more than he thought after he met Daniel. "Well, you would not have been the first to expect a free ride," he mumbled with a sigh as he dropped his hand. "Yes, you may have a wagon." A sudden thought struck him and he found himself suppressing a grin. "You may take the one on the very end." Lucien's wagon. Well, it wasn't the assassin's wagon, per se, but Ringmaster felt it would be a proper final expulsion of LaChance's memory.

Javik glanced to the Caravan, his amber gaze gravitating to the Caravan, the last cabin, so to say. It seemed a bit run down and old, and he gave a sigh. It would do, for now. "Very well, then. Is there anything else that I must now?" the Prothean sighed, asking simply as he flicked his eyes back to Ringmaster, glancing at the winged, pregnant hound behind him. He silently wondered how the two had become linked, but, he didn't bother with asking. That wasn't necessarily his business. Perhaps he could do research and see if he would be able to find out, to satisfy his need to know. Javik gave a bit of a groan at the hot air that hung about him, taking a deep breath. As soon as he could, he had to see if he could find spare clothes or something. He didn't care how terrible the clothes looked, as long as it was something cooler. His armour wasn't designed for areas so hot, and he certainly disliked this.

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Lilith smiled when Dyus said she could come in. She went inside and looked at him. "No, it's okay. I'll sleep on the floor," Lili told him and went into a corner. "I can use my wings like a pillow," she said and did just that. She closed her eyes and started drifting off.

[darling lady]

Oh God! That look! Those sad silver eyes stared right through her as if she were glass, and were so piercing that she would shatter if that was true. The pain on his face broke a piece of Nakusha's heart, and the fact that she had caused it only made things worse. Here was a boy Nakusha thought she would do anything for, and always protect, the Princess protecting the Dragon... But no, like with the classical fairy-tales, the dragon had been wounded.

His hands dropped from her shoulders and swung around, reflecting the ferocity of his emotions that were overwhelming him. Then finally they fell with a sigh, and with that small huff of air it seemed like all the energy was drained from Jem. Nakusha opened and closed her mouth a few times, feeling like a fish, before her dark eyes looked solemnly down at her feet. Once hand nervously played with a piece of her shirt. She wasn't sure what to do, what to say. Jem was hurt, and she wanted to help, but she was scared it might only hurt him more. She took a breath, trying to calm her shaky nerves. Suddenly, a stream of words came pouring out at breakneck speed, some of them not all that well thought-out.

"Well, I'd never leave because of you, because you are you and you are great and you are Jem and there is no other way to describe you then you. But you are good. It was me, all me, I was selfish and I wasn't thinking properly. So I went home because we were so close to New Zealand, I didn't think it would take this long. I had to sort things out, I hadn't seen them in so long. I had to tell them that I was happy, even if they didn't care about me anymore- which they didn't. But I told them how I had a new family and I was happy with this family. Well, I didn't mention how batpoop crazy some of them are like Ringmaster, but that doesn't matter. I told them I was happy with this new family, and that I was accepted there. And I told them about the most important part of my new family, which was you. They still didn't want anything to do with me, but that's not important either, because I have this new better family and I love this better family so much more. And I'd like to still include you in that category Jem, but I understand if you are mad and want me to leave you alone. But do you remember Christmas? Because I kept your gift."

Eyes still cast downwards, Nakusha suddenly held up her hand. Opening her palm, she showed him the piece of jewelry she had received for Christmas. "I kept it this whole time, I wore it every day." She told him, much more shyly and slowly this time. She had even begun to cry a little bit as she rambled.

[bugiscool]

Blake sat atop his wagon, not at all bothered by the heat as he jhggled about five fireballs boredly. His gaze drifted around, not looking for anything or anyone in particular as he didn't cade to associate with anyone and found it pointless to even try as everyone annoyed him. He didn't seem to notice as a large shadow fell over him, the thud of a great weight sounded behind him accompanied by the scrape of sharp talons against the metal roof. "Ringmaster won't thank you for denting and scratching up his caravan....again, Sheila." Blake muttered monotonously, not missjng a beat in his fire juggling. The wagon almost sighed as Sheila's weight decreased and a falcon flew over to perch on Blake's skoulder. The birds oily black and fiery golden feathers matched the boys hair almost purposely, if only the significance was as meaningless as that of people whom dyed their hair to match a pet parrot. "Oh, who cares wha' dat ol' grimp tinks?" A feminine voice cjimed from the bird of prey,amusement gglittering in its amber eyes. "He already wants to pluck out your feathers one by one before watching you run headless, must you annoy him even more?" Blake asked, his voice dulled with boredom. He held his hands out palm up as the fireballs fell to them, as they landed together each in a palm, he closed his hands and extinguished the flames.

((Still debating what to do with Gwen))

Locota

After making her way back to her cabin to change out of her performance cloths she walked back outside and looked around. She smiled and changed into her white stag form and started to trot down the line of wagons. She stopped when she spotted someone who was juggling fire. Her silver eyes in deer form widened in curiosity and she found herself walking up still in deer form to the man and his falcon.
"Hello. I'm Locota and I just wanted to ask something. Can you control fire?"
She asked still in deer form. She hadn't even noticed that she was still in that form, until after she spoke. She gasped a little and turned back into her human form. She was wearing regular dark denim blue jeans and a light blue shirt. Locota's white dazzling hair was pulled up into a high pony tail making her silver eyes pop.

[Falls]

"I kept it this whole time, I wore it every day,"

[Psh, those are not tears in my eyes. I am not tearing up over that sentence. Gosh darnnit, DL.]

Jem hadn't necessarily forgotten Nakusha's tendency to monologue, but months away from her had at least made him unused to ramblings. When she opened her mouth and began to speak, his expression was dazed at first as though her words were a Nakusha-sized tsunami that had hit him in the face. Gradually he recovered and reacquainted himself with her conversational habits, taking in the information as he went.

So it hadn't been because of him. Nakusha had left to see her family. He could picture it now. Nakusha would've been sitting in her wagon, mulling over the family that was so geographically close to the caravan's site. She would've gotten so determined in making up her mind to visit them that she left in a rush. In her hurry, she would have a space cadet moment that made her forget that she had a boyfriend to say goodbye to. Or she would've figured she'd be back before he really started to worry. Obviously that didn't work out. Dammit, why couldn't she have at least left a note?

Apparently Nakusha still loved him though, which was a relief. He knew he should be angry and distant after being abandoned in such a way, but he was too darn stupidly attached to this twig of a girl to be sane about his feelings towards her. She could probably smack him around and still find him scurrying right back to her at the end of the day if she called for him. Thank goodness she had a gentle heart!

Nakusha ended by reaching up and pulling at the chain on her neck to display Jem's Christmas gift. He looked to the silver piece in her hands [well darn, I've forgotten what it looks like. Was it a dragon?]. He regarded the piece as he bitnervously at his lip with his sharp teeth, his mind processing Nakusha's speech as a whole. "I... Did you tell your parents zat I have vings and green skin?" he asked, skipping past the "I forgive you" or "I hate you" that Nakusha was probably expecting.

[And now to type up RM. Whew! That's a lot of words...]

[Falls]

Ringmaster folded his arms over his chest and rubbed thoughtfully at his chin one hand as he thought over the alien's question. "Hmmm... Well, I'm sure those clothes will work fine as your stage costume, but the rest of them are in the cargo wagon behind your own. The food is there too. Do you eat food? Eh, never mind, I don't really care. Just don't break anything. Especially the long-haired South American man with regenerative abilities." His expression grew darker as he mentioned Daniel, a silent threat lying quietly in his eyes. Since Daniel seemed to be a hotspot for lip-locking and trouble-making (Marc and Lucien), he figured he'd better make sure the new guy knew that the man was off limits. He glanced to Roslynn and around himself in search for anything else to bring up to the newcomer. Hmmm, nope. That was just about it for now. "That is all," he said out loud "I'm sure I can find you later if anything else comes to mind. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to give this filthy mutt a bath." And find Daniel, he added mentally as he reached down to grasp at Roslynn's collar.

[Fork]

"O-Odd talents?" He asked with wide crimson eyes. He remembered what he could do that could be considered odd. His raven hair feathered around his face and he looked Daniel in the eyes. "I-is cutting off parts of my skin, and sewing them back on with cloth considered... 'odd'? " He asked, blinking slightly. He looked so young, but he was also so scared. He was very shy around strangers and it showed.

Daniel arched a brow at the kids question, giving a sigh, "Yes, that is considered very odd among regular people, kid," he replied, reaching up a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. "You can just find an empty cabin and call it yours, if you want to stay. A lot of people just show up and stay, really." he told Seo, his bi-coloured gaze surfing over the stranger, examining him. Daniel slid strands of his long, ebony hair behind his ear, folding his arms. "Any other questions?"

Seo scratched his neck slightly. "I-is there any p-place I could take a s-shower, and m-maybe get some n-new clothes?" He asked, looking up with wide crimson eyes. His small mouth in a sort of frown, his cheeks rosy, and his raven hair falling over a scarred eye.