Exactly what the topic says! XD
Anywhere that is not inside or around the area of the OC Hotel.5/25/2009 #1 Report
Kyo was annoyed that he couldn't find the hotel. 'I need to know about Mother and Father but I can find the hotel of where they met' he thought annoyed looking at the map.5/25/2009 #2 Report
He then looked around to see if he didn't lose his own sister. 'Where's Kimberly?' he thought while looking at the map.5/25/2009 #3 Report
Kim popped around the corner and spotted something wrong with her brother. "Kyo." He grabbed the map and flipped it over. "The map's upside-down!!" She yelled at him for being stupid yet again.5/25/2009 #4 Report
"Well these maps are completely different from the ones at home" he defended himself.5/25/2009 #5 Report
"uh-huh sure they are..." She began to walk, following the directions.5/25/2009 #6 Report
Kim kept staring at the map and once or twice would out of the blue change direction. She stopped short. "Hey! Kyo! Is that is?!" She pointed to the red star on the map then pointed to a pretty tall building in the distance.5/25/2009 #9 Report
Iodun came back to the hotel with a sigh, she checked on Cam. Seems like the girl will be staying there until she wakes up. Iodun spent the majority of her time trying to convince the doctors there to move Cam to the Infirmary. But....obviously that was unsuccessful.5/25/2009 #10 Report
Kyo saw his sister running towards the hotel and ran after her.5/25/2009 . Edited 5/25/2009 #12 Report
Kim turned back towards her brother. "C'MON KYO!!!! YOUR HOLDING ME BACK!" She shouted at him with her hands cupped over her mouth. Seeing that he had heard her she dashed into the Hotel Lobby.5/25/2009 #13 Report
The door coming out from the kitchens burst open and a dazed Thatch was flung out into the alley. The short cook from earlier stuck his head out. "You never come here again! No service for you! Ever!!" and with that, the door slammed shut in the cook's face. Thatch had closed it with the Force just to get the cook to stop yelling at him.
Thatch laid down on his back. He normally wouldn't protest to working all night and most of the next day, but he had still been beat from his getting here in the first place. He let his head lay down and fell into a rough, but needed, sleep.5/26/2009 #14 Report
Thatch finally drove himself to get up off the ground. He needed something to get him going. He decided to wander back into the hotel to find something along the lines of a cantina.5/26/2009 #15 Report
"Shouchi owes me big time for this..."
Sonjia, with her arms laden down with grocery bags, walked down the empty streets of Tokyo and towards the direction of the Hotel. It's 4 AM in the morning, not that many people would be up and about at that time. Earlier that day, Shouchi had asked her to pick up some ingredients for the Restaurant, seeing how they were almost out of stock. Normally, a staff member would do the job, but the person who was supposed to get today's groceries called the head chef on his phone at the last minute, claiming that he was extremely ill, and couldn't do the errand.
Since Shouchi and his fellow waiters surprisingly a lot of early morning customers, they have no choice but to either stay back at the kitchens to cook, or to serve them. Shouchi had managed to quickly squeeze out of the Restaurant and call the fairy in her room with the phone at the Lobby's check-in desk, pleading for her help to pick up ordered groceries just for that day from the supermarket. And, not wanting to blow Shouchi off when he's having trouble with his job, she had accepted.
And here she was now. Thankfully for her, the supermarket that the hotel's staff has placed their orders to is one of those 24-hours open a day stores. Normally, she would just fly back, but she didn't want to risk dropping anything. And she doesn't want to get a taxi when she could just walk. She would pick walking over a taxi anyday. Especially this early in the morning! Who knows what kind of people the drivers are really like when there's no much people around to see you. The Hotel is still a long distance away, but she doesn't care.
Suddenly she stopped walking, feeling her body tingling quite noticeably from a strange sensation she felt just now. This feeling... it feels so overwhelming, yet so... nice. And just a bit addicting to her. But... it's not an unfamiliar feeling to her.
'Magic. A very powerful one as well. At least to us magic-users, probably. The aura in the air is so strong, but not entirely unwanted. It feels like I just stepped out of a smoky room after hours and out into fresh, spring mountain air."
Turning her head around to find the source of it, she then found herself looking into a narrow alleyway. Since it's still extremely early in the morning, and the sun is not completely up yet... the alleyway is completely covered in darkness, giving it an ominous and slightly creepy look. Sonjia cringed a bit; she hated the dark!
'The perfect place for gangsters, robbers and those kind of people to hang out to sell drugs or commit murder. And since it's too earlyin the morning, no one would be able to hear or see what they are doing. If I need help, then no one will come to my rescue.'
Sonjia continued to peer into the darkness of the alleyway, hoping she could some how see what was causing this abnormal sensation in the air. No such luck. If she wanted to know more, she must go further in. She had half a mind to leave it be and return back to the Hotel.
'But... I want to know where this is coming from! It might not be here again the next time I come back. Screw it, I still have my own magic. And with this amount of magic aura in the air, it'll make me even more stronger. I can still defend myself if I needed to.'
Determined and assured at thought in her mind, Sonjia plucked up her courage and walked right into the alleyway.
'Wait a little longer, okay Shouchi? I'll be back with the groceries later than I thought I would be.'5/27/2009 . Edited 5/27/2009 #16 Report
'...I believe this is it. The aura is at it's strongest now. Ohh... this power...! Who could be that powerful enough to cause this much power in the air? It almost feels as if I'm drowning in water, but still able to breathe, somewhat. But the pressure is still there.'
Taking a large inhalation of breath, Sonjia looked up to see where she had just ended up. A very small shop, with a noticeable mystical feel to it, now stood in front of her. The sign above it is off a wand, with stars and misty swirls surrounding it's tip. Next to the wand is a top-hat, with something akin to a potion bottle, poking out of it.
"But... it looks like no-one's been here for a while..." she murmured, clutching the grocery bags to her chest a bit more tightly. The windows were completely foggy, so she couldn't see what's inside. Not to mention the sign seems a bit faded, as if its been used for a long while now.
Walking forward to the thin, glass-planed door, Sonjia adjusted the groceries in her arms so that she's clutching them all with one arm (which is rather difficult, so she better hurry before she dropped something) before reaching out with her free hand to push it against the door lightly.
Surprisingly, it opened a lot smoothly than she thought it would, a tiny bell above it can be heard tinkling merrily from the inside. A soft, light nearly cheerful sound that greatly contrasts against the dark, dreary environment where this shop is hiding behind.
Sighing a bit in confusion, Sonjia kept the door open with her back as she quickly grabbed onto her groceries with both hands again. Satisfied that she hasn't dropped or about to drop anything, the fairy entered the shop.5/27/2009 #17 Report
The interior of the shop is no brighter than outside, though there are only a few candles alit on top of standing poles that were situated on the far side or corner of the room.
There are also many tall shelves lining against the wall, filled with many books, amulets, bottles and small articles of clothing. Up further ahead, there is a long counter with a cashier on it. The counter is made of transparent glass, revealing many gems and odd-looking orbs that were locked away inside of it. Behind the counter is a door, in which Sonjia guessed is either the Staff door, storage area or a door that leads into someone's house. That is, if the person who owns the shop lives here.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Sonjia called out, eyes moving around the room and everything else in it. Making her way over to the counter, she still did not get any answer to her call. Wanting to get rid of the weight in her arms for a while, she placed all of the groceries on top of the counter before placing her now free hands above the glass top.
"What's the point of not locking the door if you're not going to be here?" she pondered to herself. Deciding to explore the shop and see what else they have in stock, she turned around-
...only to see a white figure floating in the air in front of her.
Letting out a loud scream, she fell back onto her rear before scrambling until her back hit the glass counter behind her, wanting to give herself more room to prepare a spell. She didn't know that there were ghosts lurking about here! And unless she's wrong, magic is quite effective against them-
"A ghost, my dear? I'm a bit insulted," a calm voice chuckled. The voice was silky smooth and rich, laced with light amusement and nearly taking away some of the fairy's fear when she heard it. "Take a closer look, child. I'm no ghost. Though I apologise profusely for giving you quite the fright."
"Wh-What...?" was all Sonjia could stammer out, confused. Her heart feels as if it's going a mile a minute. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she looked up at the floating figure again. Her face heated up with embarrassment when she realized that it is, indeed, not a ghost.
A tall, white-headed man was in floating in front of her, arms lightly crossed against his chest. With all of his white clothing, and the fact that there were little lighting in the shop, Sonjia had mistaken him for a ghost at first glance. Looking up even further, she noticed that the man is wearing a golden mask that covered the upper-half of his face. Even despite that he's wearing a mask and upon closer inspection, Sonjia could tell from the rest of his face that were not hidden, that this man is quite handsome-
"Why, thank you. I'm quite flattered that you see me that way," the man chuckled again, floating down to the floor. At Sonjia's shocked look, he gave her a teasing smile before a rod suddenly materialized in front of him. Taking it in his hand, he lightly tapped the side of his head with it.
"Mind reading is one of my many specialties, Sonjia," he said, walking towards her and offering her his hand. Reaching a hand out to him, she allowed herself to be pulled back up to her feet before snatching her hand away quickly, a deep scowl on her face.
"How the hell do you know my name!? Are you stalking me or something!?" she demanded, glaring up at the masked man, who only raised both of his hands up in a harmless gesture. Because of their apparent height difference, Sonjia has to raise her head back so she would be able look him in the face completely.
"I'm always naturally aware of many things going on around me is all. Maybe one day, you might be able to reach my standards as well, as long as you continue to train and let your powers grow," he stated calmly, the friendly smile still on his face and ignoring her 'stalker' comment. "Afterall, having the ability to control the powers of nature, sans fire, can indeed go a long way if you let it."
Dropping his hands down, he tapped the tip of his rod against the ground absentmindedly as he looked her over, eyes completely observative. "Even your motivation for what keeps you fighting is... alright, I suppose. Though at first you fought for yourself to prove a certain point, you now started to have friends that are dear to you, both during your journeys around space and the few that are living in that... interesting hotel. And because of that, you have started to learn how to open up once again after 3 long excruciating years of loneliness... Those few people that have sincerely cared about you, so in return to express your gratitude, you would be by their side forevermore, am I correct?"
She couldn't help but let her body go rigid. Here, this man is sprouting off things about her as if it's absolutely common knowledge, and she has not even talked to him for two whole minutes!
"Shut up..." she hissed. "You... you don't know anything about me, okay!? Y-Y-You... you don't know HOW I really feel! You don't know anything! So don't act as if you do! You have no right... NO right at ALL, to talk about me like that as if we're long time friends! So, just SHUT UP!"
The man showed no sign of surprise or anger at her outburst. His eyes stayed just stayed on her face as he remained completely impassive.
"Touched a nerve, have I?" he questioned. "If I am incorrect, then there should not be any reason for you to snap the way you did just now, wouldn't it? ...But you are correct about one thing... we're not friends, so I do not have the right to speak about things like that so casually with you. Ah, forgive me. Then allow me to start over with you, shall I?"
He raised his hand towards her. After a few long minutes giving him a speculating look, Sonjia slowly and hesitantly gave him her hand. He surprised her by suddenly bending down onto one knee and giving her hand a light kiss. Yanking her hand away, the masked man remained bowed for a moment before standing up and performing a flourishing bow.
"My name is Ovuelle Xielock; magician extraordinaire... But I suppose you are quite well aware of that by now. You managed to find my second humble abode, meaning that you must have sensed the magical aura that I have intentionally released, hm? I only want my fellow magic-users to find me, instead of humans who take the arts of magic too lightly for my tastes."
He turned his back to her, walking over to a window and looking out of it. "I am not a good host, you see... so I do not enjoy the idea of having too many people coming to my shop."
"Oh gee... is that why you haven't served me any tea and cookies, yet?" Sonjia mumbled sarcastically.
Ovuelle's eyes narrowed with mirth at that. "Hmhmm... you have a nice wit, I admit. A bit too dry at the moment for my tastes, but then again, I believe that just reflects your... personality."
He tapped the head of his rod against the windowsill as he remarked, "Speaking of dry... if you don't hurry back to the Hotel soon, my dear... the food supply in their kitchens will dry up any moment now."
Her eyes widened at that. "Oh crap! I forgot!" She quickly turn to the counter before grabbing all of the bags there.
"About your offer for tea..." Ovuelle called out slowly, as if her urgency does not matter to him, even though he was the one who had reminded her of it. He kept his eyes out the window, not looking at her. "Perhaps another time, then? It's been a bit too long since I have properly sat down and talked about my interests with someone else. I know you're interested in the arts of magic as well... else you wouldn't be here in the first place. I can even show you some books that you would definitely be interested in reading."
By that time, Sonjia had already made her way to the door with her arms filled of grocery bags, once again. She stopped, considering his offer. Even though the guy was a bit of an inconsiderate jack*ss to her at first-
"I heard that~," Ovuelle sang slowly, the corners of his lips twitching upwards just a bit. His eyes still did not move to look at her, though he did tapped the side of his head to remind her, that yes, he could still hear her thoughts.
-it would still be nice to talk about some things that she's also interested in. Not to mention, Ovuelle seemed obviously talented to answer some of her questions about certain spells and magic. Turning her head over her shoulder to look at him, she answered;
"Sure, I guess. ...Just don't talk about things that you know that I don't like to talk about."
He did not answer or even look at her, instead waving his rod backwards slowly in her direction. The entrance door then opened; Ovuelle had cast a spell so she would not have trouble leaving his shop, seeing as she has her arms full at the moment.
"Very well... I'll keep my lips sealed if it makes you that much uncomfortable," he finally answered. "Have a good day, Sonjia."
He heard the door to his shop shut close, meaning that the fairy have already made her leave.
He tapped his rod against the floor quietly. "Hm... I should definitely keep an eye on that one..."
Raising his rod high up in the air above him, he quickly brought it down just as fast down to the floor. A burst of silver smoke and blue sparkles surrounded the area around him, shrouding his form completely.
When it all dissipated into the air, the place where Ovuelle was previously standing in is now completely empty.5/27/2009 . Edited 5/27/2009 #18 Report
Thatch walked outside the hotel, instantly feeling a mass pulsation in the Force. He decided to check it out.
Could in be another Jedi? I sure do hope do...
(I'm sending him toward Ovuelle.)5/27/2009 #19 Report
Thatch followed the pulsations to a small shop in an alley. It looked old and abandoned, but he could feel life within. He opened the door slowely, his hand on his lighsaber just in case. He glanced around the shop.
Just a bunch of weird stuff lit up by candles. What is this place? he though as he walked into the small boutique.5/27/2009 #20 Report
A visible ripple in the air was formed above the entrance door, and suddenly the masked magician took it's place. He continued to hover in the air, observing the new arrival.5/27/2009 . Edited 5/27/2009 #21 Report
Thatch felt the ripple move through the air. It was the most odd feeling the Force had given him. Before he brain could register it, he ignited his lightsaber with an emerald flash and pivoted around into a defensive postion. "State your name, wraith!" he commanded, taking the feeling as a possible threat.5/27/2009 . Edited 5/27/2009 #22 Report
Ovuelle did not show any form of emotion when the man had turned around with a weapon raised towards him. He slowly raised an eyebrow delicately (though the man would probably not be able to tell from his mask) as he tilted his head to the side.
"...How bothersome..." he mumbled, bored of this man already. "You have barged into my shop... and then demanded for my name. I would apologise, but I do not see any need to for your... unwelcomed behaviour."
Crossing his arms, Ovuelle stared down at the man below him. "In fact... it should be I who should ask for your identification. My last guest here today... though a bit on the fiesty side, was much more polite towards me."5/27/2009 . Edited 5/27/2009 #23 Report
Thatch realized that the man had no ill intentions and put away his saber. "My apologies. I assumed from you position that you intended to attack me. Ususally one inclined toward politeness would appear before his guests and not above or behind them."5/27/2009 #24 Report
"Unfortunately... I never said I was a splendid host," Ovuelle spoke. "And, forgive me if I seem blunt here, but I will do as I please in my own premises."
Continuing to hover in the air, he asked, "Please state your business here. What is it that you wish to look for?"5/27/2009 #25 Report
Thatch remembered his purpose for coming here. "I was seeking out an odd pulsation in the Force, though I seem to have found it. Tell me, are you, or were you ever, a Jedi?"5/27/2009 #26 Report
Ovuelle shut his eyes close, leaning his head back a bit, as if tired.
"Ah, you ask that because you are from the planet of Tatooine, is that right? You are looking for a way to return to your home planet, after getting sent here against your will by means of time-travelling magic," he stated, as if he's reading off from a grocery list and that it's nothing special.
"I hate to disappoint you, but I am not. Nor do I know how to send you back. Time travelling is very complicated, you see. And any small mistake can change the course of history forever... time is such a delicate thing. Like glass. Break it once, and there will be no way to repair the damage you made, no matter how hard you try."5/27/2009 #27 Report
Thatch was impressed. This man was not a Jedi, but he was certainly no basic civilian either. "You're quite wise. I am Thatch, but I assume you already knew that. You are quite powerful with the Force, but the way you use it is not customary." Thatch move around the shop, admiring it's wares.
"Though as you can see into my mind, I can see yours as well. You do nothing that does not benefit yourself. That is where you and I are different. Not that we are the same at all. I do work for the benefit of all but myself. I only accept what I need, but if another needed it more, I would give it to them. What say you to that idealology, Mister Hocus Pocus?"5/27/2009 #28 Report
Ovuelle's eyebrows has been raised, impressed by how much this man knew about him. "My, my... I was right, there is more to you than meets the eye afterall... though if you were in the theatre business... I highly suggest that you work on your entrance. You have nearly bored me to sleep with your first words. That is mainly the reason why I did not take you seriously at first. Be glad that I did not choose to make my exit of you so soon."
He summoned his rod, twirling it around his fingers absentmindedly. "And as for your observation about me... yes, I'll admit how I use my magic is a bit unethical to others... and, quite frankly, I honestly do not care. I do as I please, regardless of what other people say."
He stared down at the man below him. Though he has a tiny smile, his eyes are cold, like flints of stone. "...Not everyone would like to waste their time doing things for others. I was born to life my life the way that I want it to be. I am not born to look after other people. If they are unable to look after themselves in life, then that is not, and will ever be, my problem. I have never offered my services to other people, so it is not my duty, nor responsibility. If you wish to help others, then by all means, do not let me stop you. ...But never try to order me around or tell me what to do. I have never asked for it, so do not bother."
He then gave a low bow. "Now, if you would excuse me, I will now take my leave of you. But... if we meet next time, I highly request that you do not bore me with your... self-righteous monologue again. Farewell."
And with a wave of his rod, Ovuelle has disappeared once again.5/27/2009 . Edited 5/27/2009 #29 Report
Thatch just scoffed the man's words as he made his own leave through the door. "...and he calls me self-rightous."5/27/2009 #30 Report