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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 6:27 pm
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(♬♪♬Melpomene-Zamir♬♪♬)
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"In many lives and worlds I have seen suffering..."
Melpomene was doing her best to breath, but nothing came. She was feeling for her heard, but there was nothing to feel. This was not normally a problem for Mel, she knew she was deal but now there was a conflict something she didn't quite get. She wasn't alive, but she didn't feel as dead as normal. Melpomene was having a hard time coping and the voices were becoming louder and more invasive. The memories flashed by faster an faster until...
There was a voice speaking to her. A voice from the outside not screaming at her. It was a male voice, expression concern in a language. French? It was french for sure. She could recognize the language. She was still attempting to breath but directed her gaze upwards though the moment she opened her eyes the woman violently jerked backwards in a show of shock. It wasn't because of him but rather...her own vision.
She could somewhat see him where before she only saw darkness. She was shaking slightly but in an effort not to be rude reached for her sign, but could not find it. She had left it somewhere. How would she communicate? Her harp was missing as well....
Speak.....
A voice spoke to her telling her speak. How? Mel couldn't talk.
Speak....
It was compelling. Almost like she had no control, or she knew something she could not possibly know. She turned towards him and opened her mouth. It looked like she was having difficulty. She hadn't spoke in eons. At first it was small sounds, but eventually it became clear "J-Je ne suis pas sûr. P-Pas maintenant..." her eyes were open in shock. That was her voice wasn't it? She did her best to respond in the language he spoke moments ago, as she would were she writing it.
It couldn't be...perhaps she was imagining "I-I'm s-s-sorry." she sounded panicked but was doing her best not to be rude to the man who was checking on her.
She slowly took hold of the sign's pole and pulled herself onto unsteady feet "Do you need h-help?" she would ask. This was strange, it hurt a bit, but it still worked somehow. Conflicting memories, she was no longer sure...but she still felt the need to ask if someone else needed help.
"So it is in this one I will seek to spread joy.."
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Venue:[Streets] ✉✉Accompaniment:[Lelwani, The Bird, A male]✉✉Mood:[In pain]✉✉Finance:[$898.5]✉✉Style:[Solo]✉✉Attire: [In Picture]✉✉OOC:
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 7:01 pm
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L. Basile Courtemanche
 Basile watched as silver eyes blinked open. He took it as a good thing at first until she jerked back. He put a hand over his mouth and gasped. He wasn't sure what to do se seemed... Confused, panicked, maybe even lost. She seemed to be trying to figure something out and Basile racked his brain for something to do, something to help. He couldn't just leave. He ran his fingers through his hair and backed away a little to give her space. She started shaking and the small pinches of panic he felt before seemed to almost engulf him. He had no idea what was wrong but he knew he wanted to help.
She seemed to collect herself a bit, she opened her mouth and struggled to get something past her lips. Basile watched, eyes wide and prickling. The words came to her and Basile was a bit surprised to hear his mother tongue. It was a nice surprise though. She seemed just as surprised as he was, no even more than that. Scared even. She apologized, voice panicked. Basile watched as she grabbed the pole of the sign next to her and pulled herself up. He stood with her but was astound by her height. He knew he was small but putain de merde she was tall. He was only like 5 something she must be 7 feet tall. There was a scar faded on her neck and her clothing was... very rich? Was she some kind of nobel? Did they have those here?
She was unsteady but Basile felt it would be wrong to touch her, she was... intimidating to say the least. He cleared his throat and tore her eyes from her, pulling himself back to reality. "Um, l'eau, devrais-je vous obtenir- Er, Should I get you water?" He asked, looking up and her, eyes wide with some kind of amazement. He brought a hand to his face, fingers gently pressing at one of the bandages on his cheek.
🍧 I am currently feeling Astounded
🐋 I am speaking with Une femme.
🍧 I have a crush on No one.
🐋 In my pocket I have $200
🍧 I am Wearing x
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 9:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 12:42 am
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L. Basile Courtemanche
Basile watched the woman with a sense of curiosity and concern.She seemed so... torn. Like she herself couldn't even figure out if she was completely there or not. He could relate, in some sense, but he knew she was going through something different than he ever could. She shook her head and violet eyes followed silver strands of hair as they flowed with the breeze. He locked eyes with her when she spoke. Don't what? Don't get her water? She started to cough, violently. Basile took half a step back, more because he was surprised than anything. He watched with almost caution as she pulled away her hand and stared down at it like it was telling her a secret. Basile furrowed his eyebrows when he caught a glimpse of it and noticed... Well nothing. There was nothing interesting about the hand at all. The only thing that could possible hold someone's attention would be the detached sleeves on her arms but that couldn't possible be what she was off about. She spoke again and Basile looked away from her hand and back at her face, violet eyes meeting silver ones.
She continued her sentence from before, telling him not to worry. His lips twitched into a small, barely apparent frown. "Madame, you clearly are not well." Basile said, and if only to prove his point she groaned in some kind of agony and held her head. She tried to shake it off, which only made Basile's frown deepen a little. She asked of his accent, he cocked his head to the side a little. He didn't understand why that was important? Though, it seemed she was going to refuse any kind of help, he might as well indulge in conversation and get her mind off it, no? "Je just move here. Je viens de France." Basile explained, looking the woman up and down. She was still clearly hurting, but Basile wasn't sure what to do. "You speak French?" It was a question with an obvious answer, yes. He knew she spoke the langue, she had just talked to him in it a few moments ago, but he wasn't quite sure how to ask how she knew it. If she was born speaking it or taught it or learned it willingly.
🍧 I am currently feeling tired but happy!
🐋 I am speaking with Une femme.
🍧 I have a crush on No one.
🐋 In my pocket I have $200
🍧 I am Wearing x
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 3:20 pm
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(♬♪♬Melpomene-Zamir♬♪♬)
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"In many lives and worlds I have seen suffering..."
Melpomene smiled for a man "Ah, so you are new here!" she seemed to be somewhat more excited now. This was good, Kiku could take her love for meeting and helping people and use it to push back everything. It was still playing hell on her, but she could at least attempt to ignore it. She bowed a bit "Please forgive me sir..." she spoke "I am just having....some sort of trouble this day. It will pass." she said trying to play it off, but the pain she was going through was intense, and her mind was in tatters, but Mel never liked focusing on her own problems no matter what they might be.
She moved her hand towards the figure, hand held out in a gesture for a handshake "It is nice to meet you sir. I am Melicastra." she said though the look on her face seemed a bit weird the after that. Perhaps it was how her own name sounded as it was indeed somewhat of a strange name, one more fitting for a witch of some sort than what appeared to be an overly regal woman wandering the streets in fits.
That is...my name?
Mel was confused now, she could have sworn that she had a different name no? Melicastra shook it off and looked to him hoping they could simply move on this less distressing thought. She smiled "Oh yes. I picked it up in...1778?" she pondered it for a moment. Was that right? It must have been, she could remember the Battle of Ushant fairly vividly. It must have been right, so why did it feel wrong?
There was a intense pulse of pain in her head accusing her to jerk her head a bit and close her eyes as she waited for it to pass. Once it was done she looked at him and smiled again hoping he ignored it. Mel felt ashamed, this was such a horrid first meeting and would not leave a good impression would it?
"So it is in this one I will seek to spread joy.."
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Venue:[Streets] ✉✉Accompaniment:[Lelwani, The Bird, A male]✉✉Mood:[In pain]✉✉Finance:[$898.5]✉✉Style:[Solo]✉✉Attire: [In Picture]✉✉OOC:
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 10:30 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:51 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 9:43 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 7:31 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 3:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 5:41 pm
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