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Lady-Life-RP
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[2014-04-30 16:08:10 +0000 UTC]
(United Kingdom)
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Neither dead, nor living. That's what everyone believed if you had sold your soul to the devil, especially with such perks acquired by Gauche. Not in a sense, however. He was still able to die like any other being, provided that it was done properly. But Gauche was every definition of being dead inside. He was neither an optimist nor a pessimist, rarely ever showed excitement, and doesn't seem to care about other people than his family and friends - even himself in certain occasions. Being blinded only strengthened that outlook - with nothing to see except bursts of lights and blurry details, that apathetic look seemed to be added with a dash of misery. Which is why even when people were celebrating the coming new year, he merely leaned back against the brick walls to his flower shop, hazed blues covered by a pair of heavily tinted black shades and a lit cigarette stick balanced against his rather red lips. His cousin and the rest of the employees had gone partying in a pub on the other side of the street, but he had returned back to his 'usual spot' - merely by the fact that he couldn't be bothered to wait for the countdown.
Just another year, as he had so bluntly put out to Syn. Who fucking cares ? He didn't even mind standing alone currently - he was so used to it, but also isolation.
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Perhaps the blind man was used to isolation, but the Lord Life was not willing to leave anyone out of the happiness he radiated. Footsteps- softness of someone walking gently, but the heaviness of someone who wasn't tiny- even in comparison to Gauche. The Lord enjoyed celebrations, especially ones that celebrated continued existence and in turn, celebrated him. He stood a few feet away from the other man, watching lights and music spill from the bar across the street, holding in a laugh. He loved celebrations, yes, but some people seemed to love them even more (or at least loved the excuse to lose control). Despite trying to hold back the laughter, a few soft chuckles fell from his lips as he shook his head softly. He fell silent again, barely-there scraping sound of fabric against brick signaled that he was also leaning against the wall now, and he cleared his throat.
"You not one for festivities?" His voice was a soft, light tenor. "You were over there a bit ago- Got tired of the drinking and such?"
Live to your fullest! two weeks later I reply and its poo. sorry? Lol I couldn't think of anything, so have a Lord Life.
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"Your Excellency, I recommend that you please open up your umbrella. It is awfully wet out today, and I do not wish for you to catch a cold " A silver-haired butler spoke, following after a young girl with baby blue eyes. This girl was smiling, dress in a long white coat and black leather gloves. Under her proper clothing, however, was a pair of bright orange galoshes. "Oh, Iain, why can't you ever appreciate the rain like I do?" She asked, the cold droplets pitter pattering on her face. The thunder boomed, signaling a storm was coming. The butler, Iain, sighed. "I guess because it casts in a bleak and negative mood on everybody. Wouldn't you prefer the sun shining when it is warm and happy outside?" "No, actually." The girl corrected, stopping. "I have never associated sunny days with happiness. They have only resulted in grief for me." Iain's pink eyes then widened slightly. "Oh, right... Your mother..."
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Though the rainy streets, a quiet song was heard. "Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie. When the-" Her song was interrupted by her careless twirl- into the magenta eyed butler. She ended up falling onto her behind, being a major klutz, squeaking when she realized she'd fallen straight into a puddle. "Darn it, darn it, darn it!" She stood quickly, looking down at her now ruined dress. It was overly poofy, a soft pink color that was now covered in mud. "Sorry..." She looked up at the butler, then her eyes widened. "You're a..." She'd met demons before, and recognized it immediately. "On my... Death told me to stay away from demons..." Her words were quiet, though both cassie and Iain could hear them. She tried to brush some dirt off her dress as she took a step back, but she only managed to stumble again, about to fall back into the blasted puddle.
((If Iain doesn't catch her, I will be disappointed in him. xD
Yes, she is the biggest klutz ever
who can blame her, wearing really tall shoes with a poofy skirt.
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The butler was quick, catching the girl before her dress could become even more wet than it already was. "Are you alright, milady?" He asked, bringing her back to her feet. "Yeah!" Cassie exclaimed, walking over and patting a few droplets of mud off of Life's dress. "Quite a nasty fall you had there! Wouldn't want that to happen again, right?" The brunette grinned. It seemed she was quite cheerful, despite being in the presence of a demon. She wore a cloth band on her right wrist, as if to cover something up. Iain then clasped his hands behind his back as he let his mistress do most of the talking.
(( BUT SHE IS SOOOOO CUUUUUTE- ))
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Her eyes were a bit wide, but she nodded, straightening her dress again and making sure to avoid that blasted puddle this time. She smiled at Cassie, though, trying to ignore the creepy feeling the demon gave her. "Yes indeed! Last thing I need is to ruin another dress!" She giggled softly, smiling happily. "I'm quite good at falling on my behind, it seems..." She shook her head with her smile, as if laughing at herself. She then looked up at the demon, her purple eyes kind despite knowing what he was. "Thanks for catching me."
((She's adorable. And too sweet. <3
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The demon nodded, bowing slightly. "It is a butler's duty." "Especially mine!" Cassie agreed, crossing her arms and nodding. "Iain has to be nice and kind to everyone he meets. It's my orders." The butler rolled his magenta eyes. "Says the girl who tried to rip off the head of Scotland Yard's arms off his body quite a few times." Cassie scoffed, looking away in obvious annoyance. "Scotland Yard needs to piss off."
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"He's good at taking orders, especially for a demon!" She said the words in a rather unplanned way. After the word 'demon' left her lips, she squeaked, standing behind a streetlight as if that would protect her from the demon. "I was much less scared before I actually said it... Heh." A nervous laugh escaped her, though she still stood behind the thin metal pole. Her hands were in the purse that managed to blend into the outrageous outfit, gripping onto something tightly.
((She does have a weapon that she sometimes keeps with her, and one that she never has. The one she never has is just a stronger version of her usually has one, a pair of scissors. They are made of the same stuff as a death scythe, but they can cut off someone's will to live. The one she has with her just makes someone depressed for a short time, which manages to make them a bit weak. Demons aren't affected much, but it has one hell of a stunning mental feeling on them.
*added new stuff now*
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Iain's eyes widened, although Cassie was the first to speak. "You know Annie's a-" "Shush, Your Excellency." The silver-haired butler nearly snapped, clamping his hamd over his mistress' mouth. Cassie's eyes were narrowed, but were filled much more with shock than anger. "Lady Life, you have no need to be scared. I promise to not harm you."
(( Oh wooooow. O-O ))
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She poked her head out even more. "You know me as well?" She walked out from behind the pole, though she still stayed away. "Can't say I'm surprised... You demons have a way of knowing things before they're stated." She sighed, showing just a flash of her truer age, far older and wiser than she looked. "You know, a proper servant never interrupts their master, and most certainly never puts their hand over their master's mouth to silence them." Her eyes had an amused look, showing her words were nothing more than a joke. She then looked at Cassie, a small smile on her lips. "I am Lady Life, better known as Life itself. It is nice to meet you."
((She is terrified of demons since Death told her stories about them... :3
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"Well, Annie's not your average servant." Cassie grinned, holding out her hand. "My name is Cassandra Mackenzie Trancy, the Queen's Spider and head of Turrence Inc. This is Iain Holloweye, my butler and my assistant. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Life." She smiled, it being somewhat crooked. Thunder went off in the distance, signifying a storm. She didn't seem to mind, though. It was the eccentricity of her personality that outlined her, and made her all-the-more similar to her ancestor, Alois Trancy,
(( D'awww. ))
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Life's gloved hand shook Cassie's, a soft smile on her face. "The pleasure is mine. I love meeting my humans." It was true, that the humans were hers. Just as Reapers were made in Death's image, humans were made in hers. She did stay wary of the demon, though she offered him a polite curtsy at the introduction. As the rain started to fall again, she frowned a tiny bit, pulling an umbrella out of her purse- which was totally insane but it happened. It was blue and green with lace design that matched her eye color. "The weather is being so odd... Can't say rain is unexpected in London, though." She chuckled quietly, the umbrella covering her from rain, but not from the sight of the sky.
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"I've always preferred rainy weather over sunny weather." Cassie replied, her rainboots making a splash as she walked around the streets of London. "Sunny weather is associated with bad memories and bad luck for me. I prefer the rain because it has not done anything that would make me think it is bad. In fact, I think it is a simple of renewal, washing away the negatives of yesterday to make a new future, one that would bring much more happiness."
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"I must agree there. It is cleansing, healing. Too much and yes, it can be bad, but so can everything else. Moderation in all things. Most humans forget that..." She sighed, staying close to the girl as she walked, almost skipping on the sidewalks. "Right after the rain stops is my favorite time. The flowers are even happier than they are while it's raining... And rainbows are nice too."
((If you bring up any topic that is controversial (abortion, gay rights, female oppression), Life will go cray and yell about it. "I LOVE MY HUMANS DEARLY BUT THEY ARE FUCKING IDIOTS!"
Yes, the tiny lolita curses.
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(( YES
YES THEY ARE ))
"Yeah...." Cassie said, looking down at the road. She sighed with a nod. "Rainbows are nice."
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The Lady looked over at the Trancy girl, a mild bit of concern in her eyes. "Are you alright, Cassandra? I do hope I didn't say something to upset you..." Worry was evident in her voice, as she hated upsetting anyone, especially one of her dear humans.
((NICE TO SEE SOMEONE WHO AGREES
Yeah so Life doesn't fear/hate demons just because they're demons. She's a bit panicky around them at first, but it fades quickly. Like, she is aware, she just don't care anymore.
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"I-It's fine." The girl then suddenly said, ignoring the sad feeling she buried deep down. She wiped a tear from her cheek as it fell from her crystalline gaze. "Trust me, it's nothing."
(( D'awwwwww
Life is adorable
I know I keep saying that but I mean it ))
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"Are- are you crying?" Her voice was slightly shocked. Without a second of hesitation, she gripped the physically older girl in a hug. "No, no, no. If it makes someone cry, it's not fine." Tears. Thus girl's weakness. She simply hugged the girl, not being able to touch any of her skin, but pushing a energy of comfort into the girl's mind, just enough to allow her to calm down, but not force her to.
(( she's so cute.
you should stalk the RP between her and death (on deaths page)
SHIP!!!!
(this ship is tied for my fave, with Xia/Luke and Levi/Kota)
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(( I ship them hard
Really hard
I WILL SPREAD AWARENESS OF THIS SHIP IF I HAVE TO ))
She sniffled, looking down at the girl with her giant pools of sky blue. They were, however, red and puffy from crying. Weakly smiling, she hugged the little girl back tightly. "I'm okay now. Really."
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She still pouted, hugging the girl. "Are you sure, my dear?" Her voice was still soft and kind, care bursting from the violet irises.
((SEE THE ANIME MAKER PIC OF LIFE AND DEATH?
THEIR SHIP NAME IS THE TITLE
EXISTENCE
IS MADE OF LIFE AND DEATH
HAHAHA
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(( "The maid is a b-"
HEHEHEHE- ))
Cassie smiled, sniffling and wiping her nose. "Yeah, just fine. Not a problem."
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"If you're certain..." She pulled something out of her purse, a thin and delicate looking handkerchief. She handed it to the girl with a kind smile, patting her shoulder a little.
((ITS TRUE THO!
I am now envisioning Life meeting Honey.
Holy fuck everyone would die of cute.
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Cassie gently smiled at the kami, lightly drying off her face. It patted her slightly tanned skin, removing all tear streaks and letting the redness in face tone down a bit. She then handed the handkerchief back, bowing her head and saying, "Thank you."
(( Oh my god
Cuteness overload
I'M D YING ))
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"It's not a problem at all, Cassandra. I like helping people all that I can." She smiled a bit, her bold purple-and-pink eyes showing compassion and care.
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Brandy wandered the streets of whatever city she was in, she didn't really know, smelling of fresh blood. Her own. She walked along as the steady stream dripped out of her sleeve making quiet plips on the pavement. She looked tired, worn out and just plain done as she walked along.
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"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem. And he called it "Chops", because that was the name of his dog, and that's what it was all about. And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and-" The small girl spoke quietly, the lines of a poem that was interrupted by bumping into a taller grey eyed girl. "Oh, sorry!" Her adorable voice spoke as she smiled up at the other. "Always rushing around, I almost never look where I'm going..." She blushed slightly because of her actions, though she kept smiling. That's when she noticed the smell of blood. By instinct, she looked down from the other's face, seeing the red on her sleeves. Instantly, she knew. "No, no no... Why would a pretty girl like you do something like that?" Her voice was almost panicky as she grabbed the elder girl's hand with surprising strength. "Let me bandage these for you. You need a helping hand right now..."
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Brandy jerked her hand back with a loud snarl. "Don't touch me! I don't need anyones help!" She pushed past the small girl and walked off stumbling and muttering. Her nose started bleeding for the second time that day, it was most likely broken. She only walked a few more steps before she had to lean on the wall of a building. She took deep breaths trying to walk again, and failing.
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She frowned even more, following the girl. "C'mon, let me help. Needing help isn't weakness! It's strength. I don't want you meeting my friend this way!" She followed, her eyes turning green for just a second, grabbing the girl's arm again. "I get it. You don't want me. You don't want Life. But I care. I care about every single living thing. Every being. Now stop being stubborn and let me help you!"
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"I said I didn't need any help!" She snapped shoving the girl and forcing herself forward tripping once or twice. She fell to her knees cursing and falling against a wall. Then she started crawling.
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She frowned down at the girl, her young innocent face turning angry. "Now listen here, young lady. You do need help, most definitely physical and maybe mental, but I'm not going to judge that right now. You are losing more blood than you should. Now shut up and let me help you." She walked over, kneeling infront of the injured vampyre, grabbing a small bottle from her purse. She grabbed the girl's arm tightly, not letting her move her hand at all, pouring the odd potion on the cuts. The blood vanished instantly, the wound healing in seconds. She went to do the same to the other arm, having to release the first one to do so.
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Brandy shoved her as hard as she possibly could in this state, and it was still pretty hard. It was enough to send Life on her butt on to the pavement.
"Stop! Just stop! I can take care of myself I don't need some kid's help!" She stood up again clutching onto the wall. "You mind your business I'll mind mine."
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"A mortal's life span is my business! I am Life, everyone's life. Your heartbeat is me, so you're my business!" She sat up immediately, grabbing her other arm and healing it with the odd potion as well. "Do you know how many people like you I meet in a single day? Hundreds. Do you know how many I try to help? Hundreds! It may seem like life is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, but for an immortal like me, that shout into the void makes this worth it. So shout. Scream. Live. Let me help you." As she spoke, passion filling her voice, the idea of living on embedded itself into the girl's mind, compelling her to agree that Life was worth being around.
((Like Lissa's compulsion, it is fightable, but very hard to do.
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Brandy's hands flew up to the sides of her head and she grabbed her hair tightly. "You're wasting your time. Do you know how many people have given me that fucking life is worth living bull Shit? A lot, and they're all liars. It isn't worth it. I don't even know why I forced myself to last this long."
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She frowned, her eyes turning green, with yellow on the outside. "Are you saying I'm worthless? How many people, do you think, are depressed and go on living? Thousands. You're telling me that you're weaker- no, that you're making yourself be weaker- than thousands of others? You want to be strong, don't you? So be strong!"
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She stripped off her hoodie showing the hundreds of scars littered on the upper half of her body. "Go on tell me I'm strong. Strong people don't do this. Strong people can stop and go on living. I'm addicted.to the pain."
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"Some addicts can be strong too." She spoke quietly. "I do everything I can to help them." She saw that she healed all the opened wounds, sitting back a bit and putting the almost empty bottle in her purse. She wasted alot of it on the struggling girl, but it was worth it.
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Brandy remained silent and pressed her already bloody sleeve to her dripping nose. "I told you I don't need help."
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She stared at the grey eyed girl, frowning. "Liar. Now stop lying to me." She moved forward a bit, putting a hand on the girl's cheek right next to her nose. "This is gonna hurt." In the blink of an eye, she pressed on her nose at just the right angle, causing the bone and cartilage to set back in place. She grabbed a cloth out of her purse, handing it to the girl so she'd be able to do something herself, though the blood had slowed a bit just from the proper placement of the nose.
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Brandy gasped a bit as her nose was set back in place. She grabbed the cloth and pressed it to her nose. "I'm not leing. Just thanks for helping. You don't need to do anything else just go."
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"You're right... I don't need to. I want to. I like helping people." She gave a soft smile, her face compassionate. "It keeps me from getting depressed like you. I make myself be useful, keep my mind off sorrow. I'm a busy, busy girl!" She giggled a bit, standing up, the golden bracelet on her right arm moving just enough to see the skin, darkened and scarred like she got burned all around her wrist. It was covered after a short moment, her not having noticed it. She took off her white gloves, which were stained red now, putting her hands behind her back with a childish grin on her lips.
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Brandy glanced at the girls wrist, but kept quiet about it as she started to stand up still pressing the cloth to her nose. "Well I don't have anything to distract me from anything." She still leaned against the wall as she sucked in air through her nose. "We can't all be like you."
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"You can find something... If you're addicted to pain, learn to fight. You'll surely end up with sore muscles and learn get useful pain. It's still pain, right, and you're helping yourself by being physically stronger."
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"I know how to fight, just not five people at once." She muttered the last statement to herself and adjusted herself so her back was against the wall.
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Her eyes flashed green again, holding their creepy color for a few seconds. "Five against one? That isn't very nice... Perhaps I'll give them a taste of their own medicine..." She looked up at the girl's eyes, anger in her own. "Would you approve of that?"
((Life has no problem (well not much problem) with fighting as long as it's even odds.
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Brandy shook her head using her foot to push off of the wall. "No. They aren't worth it and no matter what its going to happen again. So its useless to try and stop it."
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She sighed, nodding, the anger leaving her small form. She'd still do something to them, make herself more difficult for them, but she wouldn't do anything drastic. "If you say so..."
((*sat and tried to figure out how to say 'make herself harder for them' without saying that* *sigh*
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Brandy steadied herself and nodded slightly. "Good." She pused and looked down at the girl slightly. "Thanks for all the help. I'm Brandy"
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"I'm Life." She curtsied a little, ignoring the small stain of red on her dress. "Pleasure to meet you." With that, she put on a new pair of gloves, these ones pale blue, holding out her hand for the physically elder girl to shake.
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Brandy extended her hand and shook gently. "Ditto." Brandy released the girls hand after a second and shoved her own back in her pocket, "Again thanks for the help. I don't have anything to give you so I hope just saying it will be fine."
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She gave a bright smile. "Oh, I just like being useful. I don't need anything in return- I wouldn't even accept anything if you offered it." She giggled lightly, her British accent making her words seem even more cheerful- if possible. Ugh, the light of this girl was blinding.
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