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- Zynex - 04-09-2010 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 04-10-2010 [html] Jefferson had settled in as quickly and easily as he had left in the first place. In fact, it was almost as if he had never left at all: The ranch house was the same, the woman he slept beside still loved him somehow, and the rocking chair before the empty fire had not moved. Despite the initial panic both going and returning, the members that made up Phoenix Valley had slept in comfort knowing that slowly but surely, things were becoming normal again. The war that waged so close to their home was ending. Inferni and Phoenix Valley were on neutral terms for the first time in ages. Spring was coming, and he hoped for a season of peace. Geneva was still out and about, the social butterfly that she was, but Jefferson had retired early. After his conversation with Angelique, the Patriarch couldn't have been any more vigilant at the borders. He'd spent a majority of the day there, securing what needed to be secured, and returned to the ranch weary. Although the brute had collapsed in the bedroom in the deep confines of the ranch house, the rapping at the door echoed through the walls. He had not yet been asleep, rather listening to the crickets sing through the open window. With a mild grunt, the brute pushed himself back to his feet, grumbling a loud "I'm coming!" when the visitor knocked a second time. He opened the door and rubbed at his eye, unsurprised by what he saw. "Zynex," he grunted, "what a pleasant surprise." .airplanes b {font-weight:bold; color:#827165; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooctext {font-style:italic; color:#95A0A9; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;} .airplanes p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .airplanes {margin:0 auto; width:399px; background-color:#EBF1F6; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #49361E; padding: 0px 0px 110px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#95A0A9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Zynex - 04-10-2010 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 04-10-2010 [html] Though grateful that he hadn't already been asleep and was now spared the grogginess, Jefferson couldn't help but feel something different in her demeanor from the second he opened the door. Even their last conversation, as successful as it had overall been, had been littered with bitterness and distrust from the scarlet woman. Such a sudden change in how she looked at him was worrying, especially when he was so easy to set off her temper; whatever it was she wanted to talk about, well, he had no reason not to listen. The air was fresh with the smell of an earlier rain, a scent he thoroughly enjoyed. Stepping through the doorway, he closed the ranch's door behind them -- they'd chatted within its confines before, but this time it would not be the case. "Explain away," he said, motioning into the darkness of the night. "Let's walk." .airplanes b {font-weight:bold; color:#827165; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooctext {font-style:italic; color:#95A0A9; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;} .airplanes p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .airplanes {margin:0 auto; width:399px; background-color:#EBF1F6; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #49361E; padding: 0px 0px 110px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#95A0A9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Zynex - 04-10-2010 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 04-10-2010 [html] She certainly had never struck him as the gentle type or one who would suddenly act so... girlishly. It was some time before she began talking, his pace halted by the snag on his good arm. It was unusual behavior for them both: She was not one for being touchy, and he was not one for being touched. Jefferson stopped, however, and chose not to comment. He turned, green eye patiently affixed on her as she spoke of her homeland once again and the traditions she had been used to there. When it came to mates and romance, Jefferson had never made any regulations for his members on the subject; as far as he was concerned, his members were free to love whomever they want, as long as they didn't tangle the rest of the pack into some sort of trouble. Clearly, DaVinci had been a wonderful role model, and although the cyclops missed his friend, the break from the drama and tension with Inferni due to Ryan's place there was a welcome one. He focused on Zynex again as she became even more sheepish and shy, her grip on his scarred arm unyielding. "By rights, I should have had a mate by now." His eye thinned. What was that supposed to mean? It was an important but modest subject for her, and it seemed like she wanted him to assign her someone -- which was possibly the last thing he would do on the subject. She said finally she'd made a decision, though, but she had her doubts. His ear twitched -- none of this made any sense to Jefferson, who was dense about nothing else like he was about romance. The brute yanked his arm away from her grip. "Seems unlikely he'd love you if you don't know anything about him. I wouldn't go making decisions for other people. Hell, I don't even know why you worry about it at all." Love hadn't really changed his life any, nor was it necessary for him. Why would she need it so badly? On top of that, was she even capable of loving anyone with that temper of hers, or better yet, was anyone able to stand that? He sighed. "Who is it, then? Ty? I'd be careful with him; A couple girls have their eyes on him already... and Pendzez just had pups with Xeris, so..." Why was she coming to him about this? Perhaps his invitation to speak to him about anything was a bit too all-engrossing. .airplanes b {font-weight:bold; color:#827165; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooctext {font-style:italic; color:#95A0A9; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;} .airplanes p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .airplanes {margin:0 auto; width:399px; background-color:#EBF1F6; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #49361E; padding: 0px 0px 110px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#95A0A9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Zynex - 04-12-2010 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 04-13-2010 [html] Still she fidgeted and shied away from him, but progress in the conversation was slowly being made. She mentioned a "friend" of his from AniWaya and the cyclops was immediately baffled, running through his mind a list of folks he knew to be eligible in the tribe. Dawali came first to mind, but he'd sensed something unsaid between the red wolf and his subleader, Ember. Not only that, but Jefferson supposed he had a hard time picturing Dawali to be a romantic -- perhaps it was that he was just too nice. Still, the cyclops himself had definitely never been romantic in the least, and Geneva had still broken through to him. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of her staying in AniWaya, but it was hard to argue against. Jefferson himself had stayed there for several days, but with rather vital reasons, and Dawali had done the same with Phoenix Valley. The cyclops' features hardened; he wasn't sure why, but he didn't like this idea at all. Zynex had hardly made herself comfortable here, and hadn't even been a member for more than a few months. As far as he was concerned, it was natural for him to be uneasy about it, but Jefferson didn't like to stand in the way of "love". "If you're talking about Dawali, uhhh..." He scratched near his ear, trying to find the words. It was awkward mentoring someone in a department he himself knew hardly nothing about. "...I think he's already 'involved' with someone, or, uh, getting there." Damn. Jefferson hoped so, anyway. If nothing else, the cyclops cringed in disgustion at the thought of fiery, bossy, short-tempered Zynex trying to cuddle her way into the life of the easygoing, kindhearted Kalona. He wished better for his friend, but the cyclops didn't dare say that out loud. .airplanes b {font-weight:bold; color:#827165; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooctext {font-style:italic; color:#95A0A9; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;} .airplanes p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .airplanes {margin:0 auto; width:399px; background-color:#EBF1F6; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #49361E; padding: 0px 0px 110px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#95A0A9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Zynex - 04-14-2010 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 04-17-2010 [html] Of course he'd expected his words to be discouraging for the girl, but perhaps he was alarmed only to see her so uncharacteristically disheartened. It may have been her typically fiery, uncontrollable temper that had slowly led him to believe she lacked other emotions, or perhaps he had simply never thought of her to show them so willingly. Either way, Jefferson now watched as she turned away quickly, disheartened and retreating, and the cyclops scratched uncomfortably at his head. What did she want of him? He was a leader, not a miracle worker, and nor was he any type of matchmaker. The Patriarch fought with himself briefly, sighed, and eventually called out to her once more. "I didn't say to give up," he tried, aware of the slight echo of his voice over the lake. What was he saying? Jefferson still couldn't see someone like Dawali with someone like Zynex, but then again... If Dawali was Geneva and he was the scarlet-hued hurricane, well, somehow that had worked out fine. With a defeated grunt that went unexplained to Zynex, he continued, "If you want my permission to go chasing after butterflies and rainbows, so be it. You'll tell me when you leave, and you'll let me know when you return. If Dawali refuses you, then you are to come straight back immediately. No longer than a week, Zynex." .airplanes b {font-weight:bold; color:#827165; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooctext {font-style:italic; color:#95A0A9; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;} .airplanes p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .airplanes {margin:0 auto; width:399px; background-color:#EBF1F6; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #49361E; padding: 0px 0px 110px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#95A0A9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Zynex - 04-18-2010 [html]
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