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Bao Di Luca · 11-21-2010, 07:21 PM

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OOC Bao's gonna be chattin' in Italian from time to time. c:
Sorry for the badness. I had muse when I started it, but then it sort dwindled away and came back. Edit/ why the flip is the image not showing up? I see it when I look at my posts, but not in threads...

As always he rewarded that nasty habit as he inhaled and exhaled the intoxicating smog. God must have been laughing at him and all the others by now, taking on the lives of humans and picking up these little weird, odd, or nasty habits. He wondered, was God a wolf, too? When he was younger his mother would often speak aloud from a book titled "Bi" something and it always mentioned this God fellow. Apparently He was the creator of every single thing. The book always fascinated him, but he was always too afraid to read it.

The boy dropped the cancer stick and crushed it with his paw. He had learned the hard way if you didn't crush the cigarette it would burn the area around it to the crisp. He cleared his throat and flattened his ears back as he started to walk. His wandering ultimately brought him to the lodge, this would be the second time he encountered the building.

Empty was it? He took the chance and went towards the house pulling the door open and walked inside. The inside was ever large and dust was all too thick in the air making it clear little, or none inhabited it. Animal skin rugs dotted the floor accompanied by animal heads mounted on the walls, he had to admit he was intrigued by the heads. Who would ever want to put heads on walls? It was barbaric, but he really couldn't say anything about what one did with their kill since he often played with his when he was younger. He never played with a job though, no sir.

Bao marveled at the heads for the longest time before tearing his odd colored gaze to some stairs than to an entrance way. He stared again unsure of to do then finally moved into the entrance way and disappeared into what was the dinning room. Back in Italy he often stayed in old 'cas if a job lasted a long time and this place had a totally different look and feel to it than a 'ca. Well, really almost everything was different to him.

He had made way into the kitchen now and was picking through draws and what not assuming it was okay for him to nose around since this was on family lands. Like the child he hid in himself he was ever curious about things when he was alone, or with someone he could let his guard down with. So it was only natural that he would be snooping though things that were abandoned.

Finishing looking around he moved out of the kitchen and back into the main room where he crept up the stairs. Curiosity was definitely taking the best of the Italian at the moment and he became somewhat oblivious to the fact that another could find him and witness his other side.

Orin Takekuro · 11-22-2010, 02:19 AM

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OOC No worries, your post is fabulous! OMG it just inspired me, this was a really fun post. And about the table… it’s the forum contest that’s making the picture not show up properly right now. One of the words in the code is getting changed by the filter, it happened to me too with one of my tables so I had to upload the picture to my own host. (10 points)

The weeks had been amazing since Orin came to live in Cercatori D’Arte with her new esteemed colleague Shawchert. Though small and budding, this place was a dream come true. The atmosphere alone was enough to rejuvenate the young woman, making her feel as if she had truly found her place in the world. It helped that everyone that she had met in the new pack so far had been kind to her, people she could truly take in as friends and love as brethren. Here she knew she could grow as an artist, thrive and learn from her pack, and give knowledge in return. Together the pack as a whole would do something new to Luperci kind (new as far as Orin was aware of, anyway), advancing as great artists and spreading their craft to all who came, and all who they could visit. It was all she ever wanted in life.

So far, most of her time had been spent wandering through the streets of Thornbury. She has passed days in the town learning it’s layout and becoming familiar with the buildings and where her pack mates called home, and had even gone as far as to draw a basic map of the town and chronicle the people of her pack in her journal. Now it was time to take in the rest of her packlands so she could truly know her home, so early in the day Orin set off from her little shop in Thornbury with her shoulder bag slung over one arm, journal and writing supplies within, to meander through D’Arte. Usually when she planned to travel any lengthy distance the girl chose to go on all fours, but today she was in no hurry, and set off in her preferred Optime form.

She had stopped to rest under the dilute shade of a shedding treee when she smelled the smoke. The girl was seated with her journal in her lap, casually skimming pages and jotting down notes when the wind brought the peculiar scent to her nose. Normally Orin’s nose wasn’t too sharp, but even the dullest olfactory could scent that smell. She sniffed a second time for confirmation, then leaped up to her feet. “Fire?!” It didn’t smell like any stove fire that she’d ever encountered, and a pang of fear struck her heart at the thought that some part of her new home could be in danger. She barely snatched her bag from the ground before she took off running, heading for the origin of the scent to see if there was anything she could do; even if it was just to sound the alarm.

But the large, lapping flames that she expected never appeared, and soon the pungent odor began to fade – not before she spotted the lone building though. The smoke was gone completely now, only burning in her memory, but still she thought she better check the building out to see if perhaps the fire was inside.

Orin stuffed her journal back into her pack as she crossed the threshold, slipping silently through the open door and peering around the main entrance. This place was quiet… uninhabited, she suspected. She breathed deep but her nose was handicapped by the musty scent of the dust that blanketed everything. Her ears twitched and swiveled, listening for sounds of another, though she didn’t detect anyone. No trace or orange glow of fire, either, and a wave of relief washed over her. Relaxing a bit, she took a moment to inspect the décor of the lodge, and grimaced at the grim images surrounding her. She knew the humans and many Luperci now took trophies, but she had never seen such a strange mass of them displayed in what appeared to be a common room. Still, the prizes were intriguing, and she wondered how someone went about keeping the heads from decaying.

“Huh…?” she made a small utterance to herself as she thought she heard a creak from above. She glanced at the boards over her head but was sure it was only her imagination. Still, her curiosity got the best of her, and with so many interesting things in this main room, maybe there were more treats to be found upstairs. Maybe some books, even!

It was easy for Orin to move her small, light body with silent grace, what was hard for her was to pay enough attention to maintain that stealth. This place had her eyes wandering, but the panic she felt over the possible fire before fueled her concentration, for now. Being so slow to heed her nose, she didn’t detect the scent of her pack mate at all, even as she followed the same path up the stairs that Bao had taken just a moment before.

At the top of the staircase, she heard a low muttering. But… it doesn’t make any sense… she pondered to herself, and suddenly her heart pounded in her chest as she recalled a story she once read. Ghost!! Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard, her blood whooshing heavily in her ears. Part of her wanted to turn tail and flee this place – to run back to the town and find Shawchert and let him know there was a haunted house on D’Arte territory! But another part, a stronger part of her being, urged her forward, to follow this adventure.

Slowly, carefully, and with much restraint, she crept down the murky hallway, drawing nearer to the voice until she isolated the room where it came from. She stood outside the door for a moment, holding her breath until she thought she would pass out. I wish Niro was here... Her jaw was clenched tight as she willed her hand to move and gradually push the unhinged door. It swung freely, and there in the room she saw the outline of the dark figure as it muttered in some unearthly language.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Unable to contain her fright any longer and hardly able to believe that she had actually found a ghost, she let the scream rip with wild abandon.

Bao Di Luca · 11-23-2010, 07:03 PM

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OOC here!

By now his inner child had all but taken over with nothing other than snooping around the lodge filling his mind. The male went from room to room snooping, searching, looking through things all the while showing his child like heart. Why'd he have to be so young? If he was older surely this silliness would be dead? Oh, the humiliation this would cause him if someone saw him doing such things, this was so out of character for him.

He was oblivious to the fact someone else was now in the house nose clogged with dust and mind set on nothing other than snooping about. How many levels did this place have let alone how many little rooms? It was all utterly fascinating to him and he simply hated it, why did he still act like this? He had his reasons for this behavior back home, but now what excuse could he give? None.

The boy now rummaged through a room the seemed to be filled sky high with books and this rather pleased. Though he could not read English he still took his time gently flipping the pages of the books and skimming there pages. Who knows, maybe he'd get lucky and find a book in his native tongue.

Still the boy was unaware of Orin trekking through the lodge, well that was until he heard her scream. The high pitched noise hurt his sensitive ears greatly and the young wolf whipped around dropping the book scattering dust as he did so.

"Come hai fino qui!? Non si insinuano fino alla gente come quello! La Madre tua non insegnerà le maniere!?" he said, clearly startled. "Fermata quello"! Tu sei mio orecchio danneggia!"

Bao was not one for raising his voice, but come on the woman gave him a heart attack! He let out a silent breath and shook his head pushing strands of his mane out of his eyes.

"Mi scuso per il mio tono. Chi siete?"

Once he started speaking Italian he didn't stop forgetting the other most likely didn't understand him. Oh, how wonderful it felt to speak native tongue again.

Orin Takekuro · 11-29-2010, 03:05 PM

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Sorry, the rest of my replies shouldn’t take so long, just the holiday hit and got me all off kilter. =) (3 points)

Her scream was cut short when the specter whipped around and began chanting at her in some foreign language, and as he did so there was a clattering sound and smoke began to rise up around him (a more deft eye would have noticed it was actually dust from the dropped book, but Orin wasn’t exactly thinking clearly). Oh no! Was he casting some sort of spell on her? It was the end of the road, for sure. Orin had left her brother’s protective presence to join Cercatori, and now look at what that foolish decision got her! Confronting some ghoulie that was about to kill her dead! It was down to fight or flight. She could turn and run, but surely whatever spell he was going to unleash on her would envelope her faster than she could scurry, so she only had one option; confront the ghost!

Not knowing anything about the netherworld and the creatures that haunted it, and flight being ruled out, her only other choice was fight. Yelling again, she charged forward as she let her pack slip from her shoulder and into her hands. Slinging the deadweight of her sack and heavy journal, she aimed to pummel the ghost, yelling a fierce war-cry as she went.

“You crazy…! … Ghost get… out of my pack’s house! … Aawwrr!!” Her random threats were cut off by a fit of coughing as she kicked up more dust than she could breathe in, and in her mind she knew that the ghost was winning! It was casting a spell on her and taking her breath from her! Dramatically, she flung herself backward from Bao after trying to land a few swats with her sack, tripped over a cloth-covered chair, and fell to the floor. The cloth that had been meant to protect the chair now tangled around Orin’s body and limbs, and she was too caught up in her coughing and sneezing fit to shred the fabric and make a run for it, or attack again.

“What are you?” She managed to eke out between hacks. “Why are you here, ghost? Are you going to kill my pack?”

Bao Di Luca · 11-29-2010, 06:27 PM

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OOC Haha It's fine! ^^ The holidays are always a busy time, but are so much fun. Mainly Christmas. <3 Your post had me giggling the whole time I read. xD

As the dust rose Bao went into a coughing fit lasting only for a few minutes, but a small cough kept occurring afterwards. Who, how? Who the hell was this lady and where did she come from? Moreover how come he didn't notice? He spat a fury of curse words in his native tongue to himself, why did he act so stupid when he was alone? Nosing around like a mindless child, Baako would scold him for such a thing!

He eyed Orin for a bit looking down at her as she stopped screaming, thank Heaven. She was small, white with pink tainting her mane from the looks, thanks to all the dusting floating about he was unable to get the Cercatori smell. She seemed ever so harmless, well that was until she screamed at him racing at him and furiously swinging her satchel at him and managing to land some hits on his torso. The hits hurt, but they were more of a stinging feeling rather than a throbbing pain one would get from being hit by a bag filled of heavy this and thats. Compared to the dead weight of another the bag actually felt rather light to him, though it still hurt slightly, of course.

Ghost? Crazy? He wasn't sure about the former, but he definitely thought the latter suited her much more at the moment. Ghost... One still believed in such things today? Some of his siblings were into such things, but when they were extremely young and all had thought it was stupid before th Hanleys split, and at times Baako would fake an interest just to get on his nerves. She manged to land a few more hits before coughing and dramatically jumping back from him only to stumble and fall onto the floor in a tangle. He felt the urge to laugh, but he didn't and held it in.

Now coughing and sneezing she managed to hack out some words, kill the pack? He raised a brow and walked over to Orin crouching down next to her. Chuckling at her words he attempted to help her out of the tangle

"Prima di tutto- First of all, I am not a ghost and second, I would not kill my pack."

So, she was also part of the family? Well, this meeting had an interesting start to it.

"You reap what you sew, little woman," he said, referring to her "attacking" him and ending up getting tangled.

Orin Takekuro · 12-01-2010, 04:18 AM

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OOC hehe Thank you! If there is such a thing as having too much fun with a thread, I think this is it. (5 points)

Orin’s eyes rounded in horror as the phantom closed in for the kill. It was all her fault; thanks to her clumsiness she would now be banshee fodder. She wriggled in place but could only look on in horror as the thing crept up onto her with startling precision that could only be possessed by a terrible creature of the underworld such as this. The creature loomed over her for minutes, maybe even hours, feeding on her fear... she presumed... savoring its trapped prey. Finally Orin drew in a deep breath, steeling herself, ready for her soul to be torn asunder – she would go out with honor; perhaps in a ridiculous, comical situation, but she would not scream anymore, and she would not beg. Her eyelids shut tight as it crouched down next to her, and she managed to wonder in her final moment if she would feel any pain.

Then she giggled.

Those honey eyes flew open and she yelped with the unexpected laughter. Something had jabbed her right in the ribs and hit her most ticklish spot. She shot a look at the apparition... no... to the man beside her, and for a moment she appeared utterly lost. Another digit jostled her side again and she squirmed beneath it, inadvertently working with Bao in loosening her entanglement. “Oh! Oh my... Watch – HAHA! – watch it!” The moment her arm was free she swatted at Bao’s hand, shooting a scolding look at the man and his wandering fingers – though to his credit he managed to avoid copping a feel of any of her naughty bits.

She scooted a foot away from the dark hued man and shimmied out of the rest of the cloth, and as the chance tickling came to a close she did her best to look indignant.

“Your pack?!” She swatted Bao’s arm, then proceeded with dramatic gestures as she laid into him. “What do you mean your pack? Who the hell lurks around in the dark all creepy and ghost like waiting to scare the whiskers off of their pack mates? And what the hell were you even saying?”

As she huffed a great sigh a puff of dust plumed off her nose. Glancing down at her hands she noticed her pelt wasn’t exactly its radiant, glossy ivory anymore. With a deep breath she stood, the wrath of god suddenly on the little woman’s side as she waggled her finger at Bao.

“If you’re part of Cercatori, then just who are you, mister? Standing in the shadows and speaking in tongues! I know we’re all a little bit different here but that was not my idea of a good time. I almost exorcised you! Reap what I sew? What kind of thing is that to say to me? You reap what you sew, buddy! Ptahh!” She yanked a dusty pillow off of a nearby chair and lobbed it at Bao, electric eyes glaring bolts in its wake.

“Well?” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot like an impatient mother, although she was secretly considering lobbing another object at the man. “What have you got to say for yourself?”

Bao Di Luca · 01-09-2011, 03:11 AM

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OOC here! WC: 497

How did he get himself into this? Really, how? Some kind of sign was this? A scolding for letting his curious inner child out and let himself fall deep into the wonders of the old cabin? A sigh escaped his ever quiet lips as he worked skilled fingers trying to gently unwrap the woman, though it seemed his attempt at being gentle failed. As the woman started to giggle as he must have jabbed her side, or something to fire such a reaction from the now dusty white wolf.

"Eppure, essere ancora."

As soon as he freed her arm she swatted his hand away and wriggled about a foot away from him and proceeded to untangle herself. Okay, now that hit hurt him for she managed to land part of her slap on his wrist reigniting the scars' hateful pain. Well, you're welcome, miss. Bao snorted, rarely did he help another and when he did? This. It started to make him wonder, exactly what sort of wolves lived in the pack? Surely not all of them were so...What was the word? Well, really he couldn't think of anything to describe Orin at the moment, but he surely hoped not all the family members were like her. A ghost? Really? Was his silence that eerie one would think him such a thing?

She smacked him, again. What was with the hitting? It was seriously starting to annoy him and that fact was starting to show on his face just a little. Ever the dramatic she started yelling at him questioning his tongue and why he aimed to scare people. Really? Scare people? This was turning to the odd...

"Italiano. Parlo italiano," Bao said. "Understand that? Italian."

His words held a bit of sarcasm, but he meant well in all sense, or at least he tried to mean well. He was seriously fed up with the pink haired wolf's hitting and if he came off as rude, then so be it. The brown man moved closer to her as she took a pause to sigh and examine herself before standing, for such a little woman she held great fury. She seemed to get a second wind for she then started laying into him once more and all the while wiggling her finger. His mother wiggled her finger, young women should not.

Then, she threw a pillow at him. His head went back a bit as the pillow smacked him right in the face dusting spewing out as it did and quickly fell as quickly as she threw it. Really? She really did that?! She wanted a smack, didn't she? Ohh, this woman had a lot of guts beating on him like a toy!

"I am Bao Di Luca, Pinky. I am of the musician ranking and I came to this place thinking I was alone. I guessed wrong apparently," he growled. "And you? What about you? Think it's common courtesy to go around throwing hits and lobbing pillows at someone?"

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