bottle me up

POSTED: Tue Jul 10, 2018 11:29 am

He spun the empty bottle lazily - his eyes darting across its smooth lines as if it meant something. Each time he spun the thing it would gesture back out into the trees as if to tease him. She is out there, it seemed to scream - and it was all he could hear.

It was strange how his feelings had changed, for in Etoiles absence he felt himself pining for her - the chill in his cabin unwanted and lonely. He had taken her companionship for granted, had used her as a means to distract himself from decisions he still was too afraid to let his heart dwell on.

Again the bottle spun, and again it pointed to the forest.

The soldier hissed through his teeth and spun it again, the glass rattling against the creaky porch. He had more visitors now - Kjell appeared almost every morning with a mouthful of questions and an overeager glint to his eyes. He saw so much of Hyacinth in him that it made his heart ache.

He knew it would be only a matter of time before the others joined him - soon Salsola would be a place for the new generation.

He rumbled and stood, ignoring the swinging bottle as he gazed out into the clearing around his home.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 15, 2018 6:47 pm

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*steals this*

It was the sound of something spinning that drew Solace in. He found the fabled Kingdom, for all its stories and glory, to be a rather quiet place. The territory was comprised of dense forests and vast marshlands, all of which were filled with dead air aside from a bird's call.

The silence tempered his mind and left him uneasy after having spent his short life in constant conversation and moving bodies. And so he was attracted to anything unnatural that broke the silence, for it was familiar, in a way.

A scent of another greeted his senses as he approached closer to the sound's origins. It was largely new but that mattered little to him. In his Optime form he stepped around silently, practically stalking, until the cabin came into his sights.

The ordinary appearance left Solace feeling uninspired; he was hoping for something interesting, or at least something more compelling than a Family member making a ruckus. But he was still curious.

Dropping all pretense, Solace stopped trying to be so sneaky and sauntered around the house to the porch. There he saw a scarred man and a spinning bottle, presumably set in motion by the man himself. "What're you doing?" he asked boldly, taking no care to introduce himself first. He was never a boy of manners.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 15, 2018 11:23 pm

There were children everywhere now in Salsola. It was as if overnight the spring had caught up to them, their carefully cultivated blooms relinquishing wild and curious children who traipsed often and loudly through The Ruins. Kjell had been the first to appear, and there had been others - other quiet children that Brocade had never bothered to introduce himself to. In the wake of Etoiles disappearance he felt listless and alone - the cabin stark and empty.

He glanced toward it and all he could see were his own imaginary children dancing between the wooden beams - silent as ghosts.

He had been so close.

And now there was nothing.

The bottle spun and spun - again, trees. The dark wood heaved as if alive, tempted to wakefulness by a cool breeze that rippled through the long limbed boughs. The breeze brought with it a new scent and Brocade sat up, snarling softly as he realized he was not alone. "Who is there?" He called sternly, allowing his expression to soften slightly at the youthful face that peered at him through the railings of his porch.

It was a child he hadn't seen - but there was something familiar about the slanting eyes and curious mouth. Brocade chuffed a greeting and leaned back in his chair, "Come on then, come here," He gestured with his nose, "I have not seen you before - who's child are you?' His voice had a tired lilt to it, as if he had experienced too much too fast - and again the bottle spun round and round.

As the boy came up the steps Brocade looked out into the trees, "I'm looking for someone. I thought maybe the bottle would point me in the right direction." He made a humming sound in his throat, "You try."

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POSTED: Mon Jul 16, 2018 12:23 am

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Solace wanted to feel slighted that the man didn't give him the respect to ask for his own name instead of his family's. But he knew well enough that his name mattered little in the schemes that upheld Salsola. So instead of frowning his face twisted into a mirthful smile, sharp and arrogant and distinctively boyish.

"I'm a son of Plague D'Angelo and Quicksilver Lykoi, daughter of the Crone," he introduced with a flare, pressing his hand against his chest. He never met his grandfather yet, but he knew how very important he was. This made him important too, by default, and the man needed to know this. He also knew how deep the D'Angelo blood ran in the veins of this Kingdom, a name built into its bones. "I'm Solace D'Angelo."

The man spun the bottle again and explained himself, but that didn't clear up any confusion for Solace. He narrowed his eyes at the rotating piece of glass and wondered if this was some form of witchery. It definitely wasn't one his mothers were versed in. When he offered for him to try, the boy openly scoffed.

"If you want to look for someone, you ought to use your eyes instead of spinning bottles," he said, but nevertheless stepped up onto the porch to give the bottle a spin himself. He grabbed the glass between his pale fingers and flicked his wrist. He watched as the bottle spun, the direction of its neck undetermined.

"Who's child are you?" Solace echoed, glancing up at the man with a teasing grin.

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POSTED: Mon Jul 16, 2018 1:11 am

Brocade made a sound in his throat as Solace introduced himself, ”Another d’Angelo,” He offered a soft smile as the bottle spun, ”Your family is well known here.” And it was true. There were d’Angelos in every corner of the territory, and Brocade could remember Hyacinth introducing him to Bane and Basilaris – two retired d’Angelos who had brought more of them into the world.

”Well met Solace,” The cub crept toward the bottle nonchalantly, and Brocade recognized the silver pelt and tawny markings – so similar to their Crone – and bobbed his head in greeting. The Crone had been a mystic man even when Brocade had lived with Hyacinth back in the days when he had first been starting out in the Kingdom – but in truth Brocade knew little of him save for the fact that he was a respected member of the Sotto Cappo. "How was the Outpost?"

His lips twerked at the boys words, ”I have gone looking.” His sigh was long between his words, ”But my search has turned up nothing.”

”I am Brocade Valentine, Apprentice to the Kingdom.” The boy was spinning the bottle between pale fingers, ”Son to Dirge and Velveteen Silevue.”

He suddenly gestured at the bottle, "See! Everytime. It always points back the same way." He pointed at the darkening trees and frowned.

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POSTED: Mon Jul 16, 2018 12:25 pm

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"I know," Solace said with a smile that was too self-assured for his age. His mothers had described the D'Angelo family with many words, one of which was infamous. That had piqued his interest but they never explained what that meant. Obviously it wasn't something good, but he wanted to know the details. Perhaps the distant look that Plague would get when asking about her own family kept him from pressing too hard.

But the shadows of the family were behind them when in Salsola. They were of the old blood, like the Lykoi. And he was of Eternity, too. An amalgamation of Salsola.

"The Outpost was fine—always something to do there, being near the ports." Then he huffed, not trying to disguise his frustration, "If only Salsola was the same way. It's boring here!" He felt like he didn't need to elaborate on that. This man must have known what boring was when all he was doing was spinning a bottle on his porch instead of something more exciting.

Solace's ears twitched when the man insisted that he had looked, but found nothing. The boy almost wanted to tell him to just give it up then, as callous as that was. But he thought better when he mentioned his rank and his name. That made him be quiet for a moment as he thought it over.

He blinked in surprise when he suddenly exclaimed and his eyes followed from the bottle to the trees. They were just trees, he wanted to say. Instead, Solace quipped, "Maybe your mystic bottle is broken."

Solace picked up the bottle but didn't spin it. He simply held it, tapping his fingers on the glass as he inspected it. "You must be Julius's uncle. You two have the same name," he said, as if imparting something he perceived as important onto Brocade. The two couldn't have been more different; Julius was all sharp and angled while the man was heavy and bulky.

But Brocade was family of his friend, so that made him his friend, too.

"I can help you look for whoever you're looking for. Who are they, anyway?"

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POSTED: Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:58 pm

Brocade was surprised by the child’s confidence. Solace attacked the conversation in the way that only a child could, his large eyes unflinching and wide as he gaze between the spinning bottle and the man who sat alongside it. He chuffed softly, ”My sister lives there with her children: Symre, Taika, Seppo, and Kjell.” He canted his head, ”Have you met them before?” Kjell was here now, a member of the Kingdom proper – and he wondered how many more of them would follow him to the little dugout cabin that Urho had once lived in.

His lips twerked softly – Millstone Village seemed like half a lifetime ago.

”Boring?” Brocade leaned so that he could clasp his hands before him, ”You’ve been here for no time! How can you say it is boring.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled from him, ”You will have to choose a path eventually Bambino, and then life will open before you unlike anything you have ever seen.” He thought of his father giving him a similar speech and wondered at this childs future.

His throat itched for a cigarette, and he dug in his pockets for a match to light it. Solace disappeared for a moment in a haze of silver smoke, and Brocade could feel the weight on his chest lightening, the burning ember reflecting brightly in his gold eyes. His toes tapped an even rhythm on the creaking porch, ”I guess so – you must have broke it.” He inhaled, grinning as smoke spilled through his teeth.

”Julius is my nephew.” He shrugged his shoulders, ”An interesting boy.”

The bottle pointed again at the trees and he sighed.

”There was a woman living here with me but she has disappeared.” His eyes darkened, ”Something must have happened to her.”

He refused to think differently. "You think she is out there?" He rose from his seat suddenly, "Lets go look."

Brocade talks to children like they are tiny adults. WHOOPS

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POSTED: Fri Jul 20, 2018 10:55 pm

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i love these two already :| ♥

Solace looked back at the man as he listed off a few names, and he tilted his head in thought but it didn't take long for him to come up with an answer. "Oh, yeah, them. Yeah, I saw 'em! I didn't talk to them a lot, though." He could have perhaps considered them friends by proxy of their similar ages, but he wouldn't reach that far. The only true friend he had was Julius. And the D'Angelo left the him alone at the Outpost without a word, so perhaps Solace wasn't a good friend to keep to around regardless.

The boy gave Brocade a deadpan look as he rebutted his remark, challenging him with an unspoken oh really? When the man spoke of paths and Solace brightened up a bit. "I already know what I want to be. I want to be a warrior! In the Shield Faction—like you, I suppose.

"And I'm not gonna be a Bambino for long," he rambled. To give Solace an inch was to give him a mile in reality. "I'm going to do the Cueponi ceremony and beat it and become proper Family. Not like my brother, Abby. He didn't do it like a proper Salsolan and just went straight to Family. Stupid, if you ask me."

Solace would have went on but the bottle stopped and Brocade lit a cigarette. The billows of smoke didn't bother him, though he did hide a cough by clearing his throat as the haze cloaked him for a moment before moving on. He furrowed his brows at Brocade and immediately shook his head. "I didn't break it, it was already broken!"

Well, it wouldn't be the first time he broken something, but he was certain this time he didn't mess it up. It occurred to him a moment later that Brocade must be yanking his tail, seeing his grin as the smoke cleared from his maw, and Solace eased his ruffled feathers and returned the smile. He liked it when others weren't afraid to tease.

Solace set the bottle down as Brocade explained who he was looking for, and the boy withheld the roll of his eyes. Of course, a girl. It had to be something uninteresting like that. Maybe she got bored and left, he wanted to say, but as Brocade rose from his seat and said to go look, Solace couldn't pass up the opportunity to do something.

"Yeah, she might be out there," he encouraged, if only to assure that he could do something fun with the scarred man. "Maybe we can find a scent trail or something—I'm a good hunter, I'll have you know. I hunted for myself between here and Portland, and that's a good distance away."

Ramble, ramble.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 21, 2018 12:59 pm

There was something about the boy’s presence that had Brocade teetering on the edge of comfort. He wasn’t sure what it was about the young d’Angelo, but as they crept their way down the creaking stairs he wondered if perhaps this was what it felt like to have a son. It was a strange thought considering that Brocade had only known the boy for a few moments – but he couldn’t help the strange sensation that brewed in his smoke-filled gut as they tread through the soft grass and meadow-like flowers.

They passed the place that Etoile had planted thistles and vines, and he paused there a moment – his brows drawn together thoughtfully.

”She planted these,” He shifted his gaze to look at the young man, ”They are the perfect symbol for our Kingdom.” The purple bugs had only just started blooming, their spiny leaves clutching at one another for purchase as they attempted to turn into the beaming sun. Brocade grinned crookedly at Solace (an apt name he had decided) and stamped out his cigarette with his foot.

”A Shield member?” Brocade nodded in approval, ”Good. We need more of them.”

He gestured with his nose, ”You ever trained before up in your Outpost?” They walked together, side by side, ”There is a lot of work to be done to make your way up in the ranks – but if you have dedicated yourself to the art of war you will need to start your training soon.” He tapped his chest, ”You let me know when you want to begin.”

”You look like a good hunter, small and fast.” Brocade rolled his shoulders, grinning as he clicked his teeth at the boy, "Whats the biggest thing that you have taken down Solace?"

The ground changed beneath their feet as they disappeared into the forest that surrounded the tiny cabin, and Brocade tilted his face into the wind - inhaling sharply.

Brocade talks to children like they are tiny adults. WHOOPS

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POSTED: Sat Jul 21, 2018 6:11 pm

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The boy looked down at the thistles as Brocade gave pause at their presence. The girl planted them, he said, and Solace mulled that over. He didn't know who this woman was, but it sounded like she was on her way to become dedicated to Salsola if she took the time to do some symbolic gardening. It deepened the mystery, a mystery that Solace slowly found himself enthralled in. It sounded silly at first; a man pining over a woman who left him, it seemed, but there was more beneath the surface. He wanted to know more.

When Brocade asked about his training, however, Solace faltered for a moment. A slight frown pulled at his lips and he looked down at his feet. But when the man spoke about training and offering his hand in it, the boy brightened again. The truth came easier once it seemed like Brocade promised to train him. "I haven't yet, since my moms wouldn't let me. All they wanted me to do was read. But I'm ready to begin, anytime!" He almost wanted to suggest they could go now, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

As they walked, the Apprentice's nose to the wind, Solace mimicked him. He couldn't smell any woman, much less the one Brocade was looking for. It smelled like the forest and soft grass, but the latter was disappearing the further they walked. "I took down a whole doe," he bragged. "It was when I was coming to Salsola from the Outpost. I did it all by myself. No weapons, just me in my four-legged form like my mothers taught me."

In reality, it wasn't true. The doe had a broken arrow in her shoulder—the sign that someone tried to hunt her before she escaped, and she was weakened when the youth came down upon her.

But Solace looked up at Brocade, waiting to see his reaction, his approval.

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