[Sodium_noir] At the Carousel

[Rebecca Mooney]

On 9/14/07, PIPER MEADE <piper_meade at msn.com> wrote:
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>  Kasterborous, The Groovie Ghoulies, Rizzo and Joe, Nyx
> Redcap, Sluagh x 4, Redcaps x 2, Pooka, Knocker, Satyr
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> Ariñe & Sachiko
> Pooka & Eshu
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> Ariñe shakes her head, not taking her eyes from the scene in front of
> them. She wasn't going anywhere that would defeat the whole purpose of
> coming out here. How often did one get the chance to watch the other side in
> action before meating them? This was a beatiful opportunity. Quaid and his
> cronies would certainly be revealing something about themselves. After all,
> people often revealed the most about themselves in a high stress or, in this
> case, adreniline fuiled moment.
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>  "debe ser paciente"  (you must be patient)
> She said very quitely. She was so centered on the scene before them that
> she didn't even realize she had spoken in her native tounge. The Spanish
> words just fell off her as if directed to more than just Sachiko. Perhaps
> this young one has yet to learn the importance of waiting and the eyes. Even
> if the eshu girl did not speak Spanish there was something universal about
> the way the words were spoken. There was a certain stillness that at times
> seemed so aliegn to the young woman it came from that communicated her
> meaning. Of course all of this may have come too late. None of them, accept
> Sachiko and herself were Seelie or so she assumed. Certainly none of Quaid's
> group were. the only one in question was that Satyr but... she highly
> doubted she was anything less than Unseelie. Particularly with Quaid's
> reference of the Thallian earlier. Perhaps that meant nothing but never
> disregard anything too quickly.
> she waited, did nothing but watched, absorbing all she could. If Sachiko
> wanted to leave she could but Ariñe was going no where for now.
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Sachiko sighs and nods in understanding, stepping back before frowning
thoughtfully.  *Keep forgetting how a lot of the Romance languages sound so
much alike.  Italian, French, Spanish all sound beautiful...  Oh, papa, I
miss you still.*  She crosses her arms, still ready to get going if anything
turns on them, melancholic and hungry thoughts dancing in her head.  How
Sakura would have loved to jump right into the fray, but there was no blade
that would allow her...  The eshu's golden eyes unconsciously searched for a
weapon, forcing herself to be picky to keep herself from having a chance to
let herself go.

It was not a good idea to go rushing in, not at all.  She was not that
dumb.  Trying to end the fight before it started was all she would do,
now...  She was just going to have to watch and be somewhat envious, now
wouldn't she?  At least she would know how they fight and know how to
neutralize it later.
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