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Post by Chaos on Aug 14, 2009 21:39:19 GMT -5
Macto felt better when the kid opened up. To be honest, he was kind of suspicious of Cloud, but felt now that he could trust him more. "What a silly thing to condemn...albino skin and mismatched eyes." Macto sighed. People disappointed him.
He was able to compose himself in short time; Macto hated showing his emotions.
Now, out of pure curiosity, Macto had to ask, although he felt it may be rude. It appeared that he would tell him. "So your name is pretty straight forward to your power. But I can't decipher Ezra's name. I know many languages, and there are no root words I can find so I assume he did not pick a new name for himself?"
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Back upstairs, Anastasia was beginning to wind down. With Desiderius there with her she was able to relax. She sat down on the edge of the coffee table again, Desiderius' hand on her shoulder. She held it loosely. "So," she said, trying to ease up conversation. "what are your views of the diplomatic cooperation with Albanian forces in Germany?" Anastasia said with a stern a debating look on her face, staring into Ezra's eyes.
Then she burst out laughing. "No I'm kidding," she said smiling. "What do you like to do for fun?" she asked in a lighter tone.
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Devilwing~
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Post by Devilwing~ on Aug 15, 2009 9:20:38 GMT -5
Cloud joined him in the soft sigh and nods in agreement, knowing that the other is right. People have often disappointed him too and he has been unable to retain the sheer innocence or optimism that Ezra has. As soon as he knows the other has composed himself at least slightly, he turns for the door and begins to walk; he talks as he does, making sure the other knows he is not being rude in turning his back on him. He's simply eager to get away from.. well, the fire more than the dead bodies, actually!
"Ezra means help. His name is Ezra Crow Bloodsong.. his middle name is similar to mine. That is all I'll say unless asked." Shrugging one shoulder, he grins over it at Macto; a rather intimidating sight, because both his red eyes and his fangs glimmer in the light of the firey torches.
"I chose his name. He needed help, and I gave it him... In a way, he helped me in return. My sight is getting worse in the daylight; my night vision remains intact, but I cannot always travel in the darkness. His eyes are my eyes, and my care keeps him alive. Or undead. Whichever way you'd prefer to swing the descriptive word."
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Ezra offers Anatasia a shy smile when she seems to relax and sits on the table near him. He doesn't quite manage to look her in the eye, though, and seems to prefer staring at a patch of air six inches to the left of her ear. It's rather irritating at times, and can lead to people being paranoid about what's behind them.
"Um... we're not American. And erm. Fun? I just.. usually follow Cloud. Weird stuff happens while he's around." Some of his scared stutter has cleared up and it is finally clear that he is English; he has some residual accent left over, in direct contrast to Cloud. Cloud's voice is flat and without any trace of accent at all, except for a well educated tendency to pronounce words as the dictionary intended.
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