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Post by Viempar on Mar 2, 2008 0:28:19 GMT 1
Muraki regained his compusure, holding his stomach. "You're cake will be fine, he's programmed for errors like this, he's a learning robot." He watched as pretty much the whole brigade of cleaning robots whizzed into the kitchen and the silver surfaces began to reappear from underneath the mess. "Excellent. Feel free." He said, his eye focused on one of the books, he scanned through the pages, reading it and smiling to himself. He heard the door go and looked to the side with his normal eye, his gifted still hidden behind his fringe, reading the book in the distance. "can I help you?" He asked the girl politely, moving to stand behind the swish new till, black and silver.
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Post by Hikaru on Mar 2, 2008 21:38:16 GMT 1
She stood and watched the weird malfunctioning robot. Whoever owns this place must be filthy rich... she thought with a twinge of envy. A man with white hair stood behind a till one eye shadowed and she wondered why he covered it up. Then deciding it was just his hair do she spoke, "Urm if your the leader of the saviours, yes you can?" She smiled pulling her loooooong hair into the house and shuting the door behind her shutting out the weather.
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Post by Viempar on Mar 2, 2008 22:34:19 GMT 1
Muraki smiled. She was frank and to the point, he liked that. "I am, what can I do for you? Do you need a place to stay?" He asked, wondering how people already knew about this place even though it had only been established today. The name had only gone up a week ago. He looked around at his handiwork, perfectly designed by himself and built by hand selected builders, mostly gifted with strength. He mostly got favours off his patients, gifteds who needed medical but couldn't go to normal or they would be revealed. Once again, it was another source of his ever growing wealth.
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Post by Hikaru on Mar 3, 2008 10:00:41 GMT 1
Hikaru smiled back, "Oh no. I was just wanting to join thats all. I have my own apartment not far from here. Sorry.." She answered. She looked around at the place quickly and suddenly felt like she did want to live here. It would be like living in the lap of luxury, in a place like this. She was debating weather she should take him up on that offer...
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Post by Viempar on Mar 4, 2008 19:41:52 GMT 1
"Well if you are sure. I'm not quite sure that I really can say you can join The Saviours. I'm not really a member myself. More like....I'm the brain and bank behind it, but perhaps not one to share the collective ideals..." Muraki explained, feeling rather awkward. He had always been involved in the Saviours activity, but when asked where his loyalty lied, he could never give a true answer. Muraki had been almost relieved when Viempar Aethalon had escaped their clutches, and he was devastated to hear of the losses that Light's Nemesis had recieved. Even Muraki's old friend Jaques, the founder of The Winged Ones, had fled from his own creation, when it had reared it's ugly head out of control. "The offer still lies on the table, I'm getting used to the large band of people that insist on following me around now. Come away from the door, you'll get cold with that enormous door open." He pressed a button and the door closed, the clothes hanger jumping into action, tipping it's hat politely and offering an arm for the girl to hand her coat on. "May I ask your name? I'm Muraki, this is Father Abel, a sort of head in the Saviours. Father Hughe and Sister Esther are somewhere about. Toby, Sabaku and Reiko are all the younger ones, upstairs most likely, exploring the place. I haven't even seen some of the corners here, and I bought it! Mind you, I do buy on impulse a little too much. The amount of useless things I've collected is amazing! At least I've got somewhere to put it all now. Those fourty couches finally can have some sort of use...Oh I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..." Muraki went off on a trail, talking avidly about the masses of items he bought with his equal masses of money. He had his pen hovering over the book in front of him, the first page filled with names of the Saviours, his own suspiciously missing.
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Post by Hikaru on Mar 4, 2008 19:59:13 GMT 1
"I am sure." Hikaru said nodding to point out how sure she was of the descision. If they asked for a power demonstration, she couldnt really demonstrate till the sun rose. Hikaru looked behind her as the door closed and no one standing near it. Then a coat hanger was suddenly beside her asking for her coat. Looking at it totally confused and shocked that a inanimate object was moving on its own. She pulled her small jacket off her back and off her wings, which was rather hard to do, as her wings were huge. Then lay it over the wooden arm. Turning back to Muraki smiling overwhelmed by everything in this place and she hadnt been here long, "Hikaru. Hikaru Ishido." She said giving her full name. She didnt recognise any of the other names except Reiko's, "Reiko's here?" She questioned and then felt like a stalker.
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Post by Viempar on Mar 4, 2008 20:05:49 GMT 1
"Hello Hikaru Hikaru Ishido." Muraki mimicked cheekily, grinning handsomely. He flicked the fringe slightly, leaving his silver and pink eye visible to ther girl. "You know him? He's sweet, taken a shine to Toby. We sure do take in alot of winged ones, don't we?" He commented on seeing her wings. "I'm going to ask for a meeting later, so if you can find those guys, tell them I want to talk to everyone as a group, tell them about what's kind of happening and our plans for Christmas tommorow." He smiled sweetly, watching the group upstairs panic over a pile of sand, which seemed to be Sabaku. "In fact...I think they might need a hand, do you want to run on up and help? That would be darling of you." He smiled again, giving her no real option.
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Post by Arlaye on Mar 4, 2008 20:51:45 GMT 1
It was getting rather chilly outdoors; Sebastian felt lucky that he hadn't locked his warm jacket inside his house along with the door key. Unfortunately he had rigged the lock so as to be un-pickable, just in case anybody decided to try and steal his stuff when he wasn't there. Now he had no way in, short of breaking down the door. There was only one person who might be able to help him. How did he know where to find Muraki's new inn? Because he had just been to Muraki's house, only to be shooed away by three robots at once. Approaching the inn door, he rapped smartly before stuffing his cold hands back into his pockets.
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Post by Hikaru on Mar 4, 2008 21:16:38 GMT 1
Hikaru laughed slightly at his imitation. Her eyes landed on the newly revealed eye, "Yeah. I've bumped into him a few times. Know him well." She answered and then shrunk her wings against her back even more. He was gifted so he could see him even making them invisible. She listened to his requests and then suddenly remembered about Christmas. No wonder she forgot she hasnt had a proper Christmas for a long, long, long time. She couldnt even remember the last Christmas with her family. She looked up to the ceiling at the word of trouble and actually heard some screaming panicky orders. She turned around to the door and deciding her presence was no longer needed, then took off upstairs to help, with whatever was the trouble. He braid bounced off the stairs, annoyed she picked it up and carried it up the stairs then released it when she had reached the top.
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Post by Viempar on Mar 4, 2008 21:58:16 GMT 1
Muraki watched her go, smiling to himself. When she had flew up the stairs and rounded the corner, he vaulted over the bar and pressed the door button, making the wide doors fly open. "Come inn...Oh Hello Sebastian. How can I help you? Come in, it's chilly out there." Muraki waved him in and closed the door behind him.
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Post by Arlaye on Mar 4, 2008 22:07:38 GMT 1
"Hello... yes, thank you, indeed..." Sebastian said politely as Muraki showed him in. It was warm enough inside the inn that he could take his jacket off. "Thank you, Dr. Daijo," he repeated as a precursor to his request. "Now, I just popped over to ask you a favour, sir. It seems that I've locked my house key inside the house and I was hoping that you might have some way of opening a locked door? And the other question, er..." He paused, a little embarrassed. Only idiots got fired from such simple, low-paying jobs. "Well, I've lost my job," he finally said, trying to hide his shame. "And, I was just thinking, you know, maybe you might know where I could get some work?"
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Post by kasan on Mar 4, 2008 22:10:37 GMT 1
Abel stood with his mouth open. Was Muraki claiming to be the architect of the Saviours. To be frank the two clergy members stood there opinion mouthed for a moment watching the doctor talking to the girl. Abel did a impression of a fish. Oh so now he was claiming to be the brains behind the organisation. A laughable concept really. All he did was live with Abel and get dragged into things. Abel interrupted “I am the head actually Muraki” he said a little sharply. Folding his arms across his wide chest in a way that prompted ester to drop the books and pat his arm affectionately. “Abel….do calm down” she insisted. “Oh, so he calls the meetings now? Why don’t I just go back to Rome I’m clearly no longer needed here” he hissed. Esther sighed and continued to try and get Abel out of his mood and back to obsessing over cake. It was Hugh who spoke first, up until now he was doing a rather good impression of a hat stand. “Muraki, you do not call meetings. You hold no authority and in fact aren’t even a member and as such take no part in out doings” he said, opening his eyes to cast a stern glance at the doctor. “We appreciate your charity, but one cant buy their way into this, Learn your place Doctor” he said, stressing doctor with a dangerous tone.
((phear the wrath of pissy preists))
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Post by Viempar on Mar 4, 2008 22:22:26 GMT 1
Muraki frowned as his eye swiveled all the way round to watch the three religious folks get mad. Muraki turned round, his face contorted with a sort of calm annoyance. "I'll have to know that I was calling a meeting for all the residence of my Hostel. I claim to be the leader so that if anyone strode in here wanting to see them, to kill them, I could be sacrificed rather than one of yourself getting hurt and out of action straight away. And frankly, I'm not buying my way into this. I'm simply funding a few friends who without me would be living in a tiny church, with no mechanical arms, no bed and certainly no double layered cream cakes." His voice rose slightly and his eyes narrowed at each of them. "If you don't appreciate my charity and then you obviously don't want to accept my money or support and all three of you can leave right now, or pay up the rent you owe me for living with me for years, Abel. Now if you will excuse me I have another friend to help out." He was seething with rage as he walked calmly back to Sebastian.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that, of course I can find a Job for you. I have a key bot aswell." He took out of his pocket. A small spindly creature unfolded itself and made a sort of skeletal version of every type of key. "Skeleton key in a way. You can borrow him to get your key back. As for the job, what kind of thing were you looking for? I have research jobs, receptionist, book keeper, cleaner, mechanic, electrician. Any type, take your pick." He smiled sweetly, throwing off his angry persona.
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Post by Arlaye on Mar 4, 2008 22:32:47 GMT 1
"Thanks!" Sebastian peered at the key bot, trying to determine how it worked. An interesting thing... looks complicated, but there must be some simple trick to it, he mused. Computers were his forte, not mechanics. And as for a job... any type? He took a moment to contemplate this. There was one particular career that had always interested him, but he'd never been brave enough to go and apply. Maybe the loss of his job was some cosmic force telling him to give it a go... nah! Dumb luck and bad timing was all. "Well, I've always thought that the police force would be an interesting line of work," he said sheepishly, wondering what had gotten into him. He didn't normally behave like a shy schoolboy. Although he did have a lot of respect for Muraki, mainly for the man's intelligence, and at this moment his generosity.
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Post by Viempar on Mar 4, 2008 22:38:06 GMT 1
"Ah, the Police. That would be easy to get you into, I know alot of gifteds in the Police my friend. After the huge massacre at the Beacon, lots of Gifteds revolted and joined the Police. You'd get to wear gloves for the whole time, extra bonus." He patted the boy on his shoulder. "It'll take a few days, but I can twist a few arms and get you into training with a few meetings. Until then, are you alright for money. You've got the keybot, is there anything else you need?" Muraki asked, marvelling at how much the boy had grown in a short space of time, he was almost as tall as Muraki.
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