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Silas Agata · 07-19-2010, 04:09 AM

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Overhead the moon was sliced in half, exactly fifty percent full in the dark night sky. Though the weather had been relatively decent over the last week or so, a thick haze hung in the air tonight from the humidity that had clung to the area giving the moon an ethereal halo. For whatever reason it seemed as if the Praeses couldn’t catch more than an hour of sleep at one time. His body was plenty spent, his pale blue eyes struggling to stay alert as heavy lids drifted closed, yet it always seemed as if sleep didn’t stay long with him. Silas was starting to think something was seriously wrong.

Slender fingers pulled one of the cigarettes from the tatty paper box before Silas quietly made his way out of his second story bedroom. Though there were no rules against roaming at these hours, he was well aware that many of his fellow clan members preferred to get some shut eye at night. Descending the stairs, he did his best not to step on the invisible weak spots that tended to creak and moan under the weight of a paw.

Venturing into the sitting room, Silas lit the cigarette he held between his teeth with a flimsy match. The young Russian didn’t smoke too often, but he welcomed the swirl of tobacco smoke. There was much on his mind, but he tried to put those thoughts to the back. For now he just wanted to relax and hopefully find a way to secure himself a few more hours of sleep. Dropping into one of the stuffed chairs that furnished the room, a plume of smoke rising overhead, Silas brushed some of the onyx hair from his face. Perhaps he was becoming an insomniac. But Silas wondered... his body couldn't reject sleep for much longer, could it?

Cassius Arphralos · 07-19-2010, 07:01 AM

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Well hai thar Lookie our avatars match! WC: 300

The hours meant nothing to Cassius, as he liked to be up at any hour. Sure, his sleep patterns evened out over time, but usually he was up late working on some crazy project. Sometimes a gadgamatron, other times a doo-dad, and a whatchamacallit every now and then. Tonight though, Cass was up for the hell of it, messing with Gadget in the late hours the rodent was most comfortable in. It was almost like he and the raccoon switched out of their own natural hours every now and then. It seemed fair, since as a canine he was usually up during the day, and for the raccoon he was usually roaming in the night.

Since Cass' loft was out by the garage, and not a part of the main house, Cass never really had to worry about noise. Even though he was usually quiet, he had no neighbors and so he was free to work away the hours of the night. However, the Southerner could feel hunger coming on, his stomach growling at him for food. He rolled his eyes and picked up Gadget. "Y'all up for a food run, Gadg? I reckon th'both f'us coul' use it." He chuckled, letting the ringtail climb to his shoulder as Cass pulled his goggles off his head. He didn't need them to eat, unless he ate like a pig. Willing to take that chance, the hybrid headed to the kitchen, scanning the cupboards for his late night snack.

After he had gotten the necessary ingredients for his sandwich, Cass proceeded to make multiple helpings, in case he was either insanely hungry or if he got a visitor. Gadget watched hopefully as Cassius made his snack, and after a while the Southerner chuckled. "Ahhh fine, Gadget, y'all can have a bit," he snickered as he tore a chuck of rabbit meat and tossed it to the rodent, who proceeded to munch on it as Cass made the rest of the sandwiches.

Taking his food out of the kitchen into the main area, who would be there but Silas Agata, the Russian man he happened to have sandwiches with before. Nodding his head to the other male, he called out in a hushed voice. "Fancy seein' y'all here. Care for another sandwich this time?" Cassiu joked as he motioned to the plate of sandwiches he held in his hand.

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Silas Agata · 07-19-2010, 01:30 PM

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Thanks for joining in, Titmouse! Big Grin And yay for absolutely adorable avatars! +3

The slightest yet constant ribbon of smoke drifted from the smoldering end of the cigarette Silas clutched between clawed fingers. His head was tilted back against the head rest, black locks of hair falling haphazardly over the blue bandana around his forehead. Though his eyes had drifted closed, Silas wasn’t yet close to sleep. And as an audible sigh escaped past parted teeth and the cigarette returned to his muzzle, Silas’ pale blue gaze returned to the world. There was the sound of footfall coming from his left and the Praeses turned his head to observe Cassius and a masked critter venturing into the room.

The older male came bearing gifts it seemed and Silas couldn’t help but smile at the plate of sandwiches he held in his hand. The Russian had never eaten his food prepared like that before, but Cassius had introduced him to it when Silas had first joined Inferni and moved into the mansion. That memory seemed fresh in his mind as Silas reached to take one of the sandwiches. "Sure zhing. Zhey looks delicious," words slightly hushed as to not wake the sleeping. He raised the cigarette to his mouth again and sucked at the last inhale he could take, before stamping out the smoldering end into the armrest of his chair and letting his exhale plume above his head.

Now that his other hand was free, Silas took a hearty bite of his sandwich, realizing just how hungry he had actually been. "Eet ees very good," he told Cassius, smiling and nodding, mouth still full of food. His hand he rested on his thigh, the usual ripped denim jeans adorning Silas below the waist, though his other clothing had been discarded at the moment. "Who ees zhis?" he asked, his free hand motioning towards the raccoon after his swallowed his first bite.

Cassius Arphralos · 07-20-2010, 10:59 PM

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Well hai thar Lookie our avatars match!

Cassius smiled as Silas took a sandwich from the plate and took a healthy bite. The hybrid himself took a sandwich and sat down in an adjacent chair from the Russian. The smell of cigarettes bothered the Southerner a little, since he wasn't much for smoking anything. He scratched Gadget on the chin and then took a bite from the sandwich, nodding to Silas.

Cass was glad that Silas liked the sandwich, since he would have been sad that his cooking was not satisfactory for anyone. When he asked who Gadget was though, Cassius was not surprised. He had kept the raccoon hidden in his room since he found him in Halifax. He was sure not everyone in the mansion would welcome him in. Cotl certainly didn't. Cassius swallowed his bite and responded to the Russian. "This hur's my bud Gadget. Found 'im in Halifax, out on a supply trip." He patted the coon on the head. "He's a good bud, helps me out with my inventions sometimes. although he likes t'take 'em at times," the Southerner chuckled. Gadget certainly liked hoarding all the trinkets he made. Some he wanted, some he didn't. Cassius didn't mind sacrificing though. It was all worth it to him.

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Silas Agata · 07-25-2010, 12:05 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this! <3

Though the cigarette butt had smoldered into extinction, a thin haze of smoke still clung to the room leaving the smell to linger. Silas, of course, didn’t mind it so much. He wasn’t a heavy smoker, but he did welcome to occasional cigarette or joint and the smell was just something that came with it. Silas lifted his rested hand, bringing the sandwich again to his awaiting mouth. He took another hearty bite, savoring the tasty meal that Cassius had put together. Silas was grateful that Cass was kind enough to share.

"Gadget, eh?" He responded after swallowing the bite he had taken. He had seen a raccoon before, but didn’t come across them often here. Those animals being largely nocturnal, Silas was usually always inside or out of their range by the time night fell. Still, he had always silently wondered about these masked creatures, whenever he happened to catch a glimpse of them. After all, these creatures weren’t native to Russia. "He ees a cool guy, yah?" Silas asked playfully, a smile on his features as he regarded the coon. "I haven’t seen him here before." Then again, Silas had been straying from the mansion more recently. "Does he leeve vith you een your room?"

Cassius Arphralos · 07-29-2010, 06:20 AM

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ooc- WORSE LATE ON THIS and omg Cass is so illiterate it's hard to rp his speech XD

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Cassius nodded as Silas confirmed Gadget's nature. He was quite benevolent for a raccoon, that was for sure. Cassius usually had him stay in the room on long travels, but let him stick around while he fulfilled his duties around the mansion. As the resident "caretaker", it seemed he was getting a handful of work, which he liked no doubt. Cassius was certainly a working man and boy did he love it.

Responding to the Russian in a proud voice, Cass waved his sandwich as he spoke. "Oh yeah. I reckon he's the nicest 'coon y'all ever done saw in yer life. He usually sticks near me though, and I ain't seen nobody in a whiles, so he don't see nobody either." He had been avoiding most of the residents as of late, but Silas didn't need to know that. "He usually done crashes in my loft, but he'll go out on his own from time to time."

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Silas Agata · 07-29-2010, 02:08 PM

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As Cassius responded to Silas’ questions and explained the situation of the raccoon and himself, Silas brought the sandwich again to his muzzle and chewed at it in silence. He nodded his head in response to signal that he was paying attention, but the Russian’s mouth was full and so he could offer no words in response. He had always liked this guy, ever since their first meeting in the mansion when Silas had just moved in. He had a funny way of talking, but Silas knew that was something he shared as well. It had been quite some time since he had actually seen the Aedile (aside from general passing by or pack related meetings) but it wasn’t like Silas had been around the mansion a lot lately. With how things were with Halo and the strange, confusing thoughts in the boy’s head, he had done well to stay clear of the female Hydra.

"Zhat’s cool," Silas finally offered in response after swallowing his mouthful of food. The sandwich had been rightfully tastey and now only one little shred of it remained, good enough for one last mouthful. "You vill alvays have some company zhen, ya?" Silas commented, tossing the last bit of food into his mouth. After a moment of chewing, the sandwich was gone and Silas’ stomach was satisfied. "Zhanks for zhe food," he told the male, before a yawn erupted from his muzzle. It was late and, even though sleep eluded him, Silas was tired. "So, vhat have you been up to lately?" Despite this, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anytime soon; so as long as Cassius was willing, Silas figured some small talk wouldn’t hurt.

Cassius Arphralos · 08-01-2010, 09:45 PM

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Cassius nodded when Silas replied to his comment. Cassius certainly liked constant company. He never really needed anyone but Gadget around to make him feel better, or to simply keep him from being lonely. Even if Gadget was just a small rodent, he still was an excellent companion. He was much nicer than the everyday raccoon, which definitely helped when he let him run around the mansion. He was surprised no one had attacked him or tried to skin the ringtail. "Well being lonely don't help me when I'm workin'. Gadg done make some good company." he reached up and scratched the rodent on his head before taking a finishing bite of his sandwich.

Cass nodded yet again to Silas' good faith, thanking him for the late night snack. If Silas wasn't here, he would have eaten them all like a pig, so Silas actually helped him out a little there. However, it seemed that everyone was interested in his latest works and his day-to-day activities. He mainly stayed in his room, either sleeping or trying to brainstorm on some ideas. He hadn't been able to come up with too much, which signified another trip to Halifax. "Well, y'know 's all the smae old, same old. Workin' on doodads and whatnot. I ain't done much though. Been plannin' another trip to Halifax fer some time now."

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Silas Agata · 08-19-2010, 01:38 PM

Work has been kicking my butt lately. Sorry for the horrible wait. :3 <3
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In the silence of the night, Silas nodded in response to Cassius’ words. He knew exactly what the Aedile had meant about the same old, same old. Though some relationships and situations varied with the day, Silas’ responsibilities within the pack were hardly shifting. The border was always there to be patrolled, the mansion always in need of some cleaning, and an ear always searching for word on the other packs. Silas did these things without so much as a question, knowing it was part of his duties as a member of the clan. If he ever hoped to advance past his Praeses rank, these were the types of things he’d have to continue to do.

"Ahh, yes. I must go to Halifax again soon. I haven’t seen mine family in some time. Maybe a trip to Halifax and Cours des Miracle vould be good," though his words were directed at Cassius, Silas knew he was mostly thinking out loud. He needed to see Rurik, Liliya, and Anatoliy again, for it had been a long time since he had seen the other Russos. Silas had to admit that he got severely homesick at times, missing the community life at the Russo complex of Sobirat'sya in Arkangel'sk. A hand idly brushed over the scars tracing his muzzle, and a sinking feeling found the pit of Silas’ stomach. He had done many stupid things in his life to be where he was now, but he never wanted to sacrifice his family for any of it. Perhaps he was starting to feel guilty for having been away for so long.

Titling his head back against the back of the chair, a small sigh escaped past the youth’s parted teeth. He could feel the beckoning of sleep pulling at him, but he wasn’t sure if his mind would finally let him succumb to it. He had gone without sleep for so long now that he had started to feel useless, his mind wandering off at the strangest times. "Do you know of anyzhing to help you sleep? I’ve been having trouble lately." The other male seemed more knowledgeable about these kinds of things, or at least that was the impression Silas got. Cassius just seemed like a smart guy. Perhaps he knew of some herb or something Silas could take to finally put his mind to rest.

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