Martisol loosened her grip as well, but kept her hands on his shoulder, herself afraid that if she let go, she'd have to leave again.

"It was alright. We were there more for family purposes than vacation, but it was... Interesting, at least." She said, brushing it off. "Not as great as it is to be home."

She took one hand off his shoulder to reach behind him and gently push the door closed with her fingers. It was letting the cold in. The hand returned to his shoulder.

"Are we gonna go in or are we just gonna stand in the freezing foyer?"

[EDIT: totally just stole the new page 8| ]

Oops, double post.

"Heh, Marriage. It never lasts, something always seperates you. Time, Someone, Death. I say why bother. Fuck who you want," Nathaniel answered somewhat bitterly taking another drag of the cigarette. "Technically I'm married...but she's been dead for so long I barely remember what she looks like...barely remember my daughter beyond this picture. I only remember the man I slept with on the side...cuz I loved him more." The rant was not meant to come out external but it did.

[[Soz bout the shortness. Couldn't really think of anything longer.]]

A small doe with emerald green eyes and a human face stepped towards The Crying Idol. The Idol seemed to cry endlessly, and the doe's humble dark brown pelt seemed to mix with the nature's sadness near this Idol. The doe had antlers, but these, to look very close, were somewhat transparent, what meant these are not real. The doe didn't have antlers. It was just magic. Orange candles were unlit on these antlers, and a strange mask, called the Golden Butterfly mask, the Whistling mask, covered half of her face. Only her eyes and chin were the beauty seen through this mask. The doe's name was Violet, a humble, friendly one. And an innocent.

Somehow, she had grave wounds on her knees, and a small scratches ruining the beauty of her elegant legs, hooves all bleeding.

The doe pushed her legs to the cool water, feeling the pure water from The Idol cleansing these wounds. She walked on then. She had the idea to walk slowly to The Crying Idol, anyway.

"Had to forget, otherwise I hear them. Every minute of every day torturing me for failing them," He said, at this point deciding that he needed a drink and appearing to summon one out of thin air. Technically he used his power to transmute the air into anything that he needed it to be to make the drink, some of it to the alcohol, some of it to the bottle. He took a long drink, and then a short drag of the cigarette. This was the probably the most honest he'd been in a while. "Cissnei - my daughter - in particular is quite vocal. She didn't like me much to begin with though, since where I was from, marriage wasn't monogamous. You had your main spouse and then whatever side people you wanted. I had only one, a man I loved more than my wife. She hated me for that, so when she died and started appearing in my head, she was much angrier than my wife or Dimetrinev..."

Roe saw that he was uncomfortable when she touched his mask. She was fascinated by it - she hadn't seen another deer with one like it. "How lucky you were to find it!" she remarked. "Sometimes it's easier to hide under a mask, than to show our true selves, isn't it?" Roe didn't mean much by the comment. She knew the feeling all too well when she first entered the forest. She marveled at his grey eyes, so much like hers. "Care to join me at the pond for a drink?" Roe was thirsty, more thirsty than usual, and a cool drink sounded lovely. She didn't know if he'd join her, but it was rude not to ask.

track bby >w>
I could slap snowman in here
or capri
or anyone really

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Violet rose her head to the familiar stag. "Idaho? Oh hello!" the doe said with happiness and galloped over to him with a few splashes to the air from the water she galloped out from. She jumped out, as if her wounds didn't matter, right in front of the stag. "Hi! she said yet again, her green eyes glimmering of joy seeing a familiar face again. But she also heard about the question. "My legs...? You'd like to know... The last time I was with you, you should've noticed them already... Oh well. You see, when I was a fawn, I ran so clumsily I accidentally fell over and slided on the ground, cutting open my legs and I even ended up with a headache, because my head bumped to a big birch tree. I was dizzy after, and the stupid wounds got a disease that makes them open again... And bleed over time. Well, it's quite... Painful, as you may know. Well, and now I'm trying to learn healing arts to be free of this disease and help other deer to make them better..." she told her story. Her joy was a bit... Farther now. She looked at the ground quietly, obviously thinking something.

(I like RPing again, thanks for letting to RP, Idaho! <3 )

He finished his drink and returned the remaining glass into air again. He regarded Snake as he had responded, saying less than most humans who would preach about what he should have done, that he should have been faithful or whatever. No Raelin was ever totally monogamous, maybe for sometime but everyone had a time. Marriage in their culture was merely, one had decided who one's family would be with. Love in their culture was given a lot to many. It was likely, Nathaniel had thought that the vast majority of the species were related in some way or antoher.

"No they aren't," Nathaniel said, "So I just get them out. Fuck them out, Drink them out...I guess I'm probably not healthy." He didn't really like the moodiness of this conversation, so he figured that he'd spray a little humour back into it, "sure you don't want to "help" me keep them out?"

Martisol chuckled and looked down at her hands when he spoke. "Yeah I guess, I mean-"

She was interrupted by Rutilus hugging her close to him. She laughed again and put one arm around his side. "Maybe you can come visit more often keep me company." She rested her head onto his shoulder. He was always so warm, and Martisol was thankful that he was still the way she remembered him.

Roe followed behind Snake to the pond. She couldn't help but notice his limp. The doe lowered her head and drank the cool water, keeping an eye on the stag. "You know," she said casually, "I could help you with your limp. If you wanted." Roe had raised her head and she looked expectantly at Snake. She had a small smile on her lips, little droplets of water dripping from them. Her large ears flicked away a dragonfly.

"Frakin' hate razors though..." Jergens dramatically grumbled, stroking the prickly barbs on his chin. "Never really learned how to use one so I always cut my stupid face... can't be helped though. Whatever." he shrugged indifferently, only to raise his eyebrows in surprise at the last question... and accompanying smile.

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He grinned widely and offered a mock bow from his seat. "Like a three dollar bill~" he chirped. "That's kinda why I'm out here. Old fashioned family threw me out and all that." he waved a hand in dismissal, rattling off his lie as easily as anything else. "N' around here, people don't like to hire queers. AIDS scare n' all that, so I get the butt end of the stick when I eventually say somethin' stupid or try to hit on a co-worker, n' I'm already at the bottom of the totem pole by not bein' able to read..." he kept rambling, for the sole purpose of lulling RutTut into a much more personal atmosphere. Jergens gave off the impression of someone that didn't really give a damn when it came to deeply personal information, which was pretty much true.

"Why'd ya ask?" he asked easily, folding back his arms to prop up against the back of the bench, his posture slouched and legs sprawled out.

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Roe nodded. She knew traditional medicine wouldn't touch his limp - it seemed like he'd had it for quite some time. "I . . .um . . .do use magic . . .for healing, I mean. It's much stronger than traditional remedies . . ." She had no idea why she had said that to him. She had been trying to keep her magic a secret and now she just announced it to him. Roe smiled. "Isn't it difficult to drink with the mask on?" A light attempt at changing the subject. If Snake wanted, she was more than happy to heal him, but she felt exposed having offered her magic.

"I'm assuming that means you want to but you can't," Nathaniel chuckled, "Oh well...suppose that means I'll be cruising the bars later on. As for changing my method, I would, but I've found what works the best. I try to avoid taking drugs. They have a tendency to make me a bit off. No matter what they are." He dropped his cigarette, it was done. Out. He was a little disappointed at the loss of something to hold there. He looked around for what Snake kept looking out for.

"Are you paranoid?" Nathaniel asked, "There isn't anyone around and yet you keep looking for someone. I've had a scan of people running for a litle while, no one's hanging around. Your wife not let you out much or something?"

"Well... No one could heal. I haven't found anybody. So I mend my wounds myself..." came a quiet reply from the doe. She turned her head to watch The Crying Idol for a while. To watch these tears fall. To watch The Idol eternally cry. For whom was she crying anyway? Violet shook her head, looking back to Idaho. She ended up still quiet.

Martisol grinned playfully back up at him. "Good, then. Surprise me." No doubt, that would be an invitation for Rutti to take her somewhere that would be considered "extreme" for her. Oh well. Whatever he wanted. She got up and turned to face him. "Now if you'll excuse me," She said, motioning toward her lazy outfit, "I need to go change. Be right back!" She turned and jogged down the hallway to her bedroom.

When she was there, she threw the doors of her closet open. She pulled out a white-grey shirt that had thin, navy blue lines going horizontally across it. The collar was wide and round, but not too terribly low. She put it on quickly. It was fitted, but wasn't uncomfortable. She also pulled out a darker pair of jeans and put those one. The finishing touch was a pair of high-heeled sandals, not too high, but high enough to give her a little more height.

She trotted into the bathroom next. She touched up her makeup and made sure all of her light-golden blonde hair was in place. It always had a slight wave to it and ended a bit below her shoulders. She smiled a little. At least she was presentable now.

Humming a little song, she dug her wallet out of the small purse that sat on a table in the hallway. She might need that, at least. Then she proceeded to make her way back into the livingroom.

[LOL. I find it hilarious that we have very different time zones xD]
[EDIT: GAH. Sorry I keep editing this. I just realize stuff I forgot to say and etc. ;_;]

As Sax's expression softened, Cypher felt his shoulder droop slightly. Almost as if a hundred pounds of weight had been lifted off of them. She was smiling. While it was a faint look on her pale face, the smile was there. That meant he did something correctly...Right? Standing perfectly still before her, he anxiously tapped his finger on his leather wallet located in his back pocket. The soft pat pat pat of his drumming finger was muffled by the fabric of his pant's pocket. His head was cocked slightly to the side as he looked down at her from the corner of his eye.

The young woman began to ask more questions, fishing for a conversation. As she spoke, his left eye brow rose a bit in slight bewilderment. Why is she talking to me...? he silently asked himself. It was not that the her company bothered him (maybe made him feel slightly uneasy, but she was not an annoyance), but he just did not understand why she would want to talk to him. There was nothing particularly interesting about him. Sure he dressed nicely, but many men in this city looked nice and he certainty was not the type to draw attention. He generally kept to himself, rarely ever talking unless addressed. Even at the jazz bar, he only spoke seven words- "The usual." and "Put it on my tab." - and always picked the far corner of the bar to drink. Yet, Migisi seemed to like him. As did Shika. And Balthamos. And a few others but he never could understand why.

Cypher looked at Sax with a blank, semi-lost look. He could see her lips moving. He could hear her voice but her words seemed to have gotten lost within his wandering thoughts. The world seemed to blur together as he tried to figure out what even caught her attention about him and why he was even worth her time - or if was worth his for that matter. Then suddenly, she moved. Her side step snapped him at of his trans as she inched a bit closer to him. Putting herself between him and the brick wall as a stranger passed them. Her narrow eyes seemed to follow the passing man before frantically darting up and down the street.

Was this normal...? Is that what people did?

Tension was rising again as Sax shifted uneasily before him. Shrugging slightly, he decided that maybe continuing the conversation would put her at some form of ease, but what could he say? Agents of the AoM were under a strict "do not discuss work to outsiders" policy. The Agency prided itself with its mysterious nature, not just to avoid unwanted media attention for the work they did, but also for protection. "I am in no mood to return to the office, my dear," he honestly, and bluntly, said. Then the silence returned again as he failed to string another sentence to his first. Aggravatingly, he bit his lip while groaning. (Socializing was hard.)

Cypher broke his gaze from Sax as he slightly turned away. Trying to figure out what got her so spooked. He drew his hands back out from his pockets as he turned back to her. Thinking of what was a good direction to take things. The stress began to weight him down again. I could use a drink, he thought to himself before his eyes instantly widened with self astonishment. Drinks, people liked drinks and people drank together. Drinking brought people together and made it easy to talk. At least, that is what his alcoholic, deranged supervisor use to preach. Maybe the senile, old man had some idea of what he always talked about.

"Care to catch a drink?"

It crooked its head slightly to the side, before shaking it, a handful of snow left cascading to the forest floor. It was a magical creature, by all means. That wouldn't be too unlikely for a forest, magical on its own. As the two black coals that marked its eyes gazed over the grey figure before it, it skimmed forward on the sticks it had for limbs. It softly brushed its hide against the other; its snow was warm. Yet it did not melt. The aura the magic created was formed like a shield around it, only when exposed to direct light would it falter, leaving the creature unprotected. Then, its snow would melt, leaving but a trace of its existence behind. If it could speak yet, it would have told that to the other, but for now, it let them figure it out by themselves.

Jergens knew how to read people, and it was pretty obvious that he had probably... no... most certainly had gone onto a bit of a 'grey area' so to speak. He had hit a button and gotten a reaction. Even so, it was pretty entertaining, to say the least.

Still, he wanted to gain this guy's trust, at least marginally so...

"Ya cool?" the man mumbled, sitting up slightly to cross his legs. "Yer actin' like I'm gonna eat ya or somethin'..." he almost sounded hurt, but not really offended. "Don't worry though; I'm used to it. There's a lot of bad rap going on bout' us... stereotypes and presumptions and all that icky nitty gritty whatwho..." he rambled on, looking ahead at the passing crowds. "Kinda sucks... but if ya want me to leave or somethin'... I don't really care."

Oh yeah, laying on the guilt trip was one of Jergens' specialties. He had a general tone of indifference, like that kind of guy who had seen all kinds of prejudice (which he already had... but that was a different story).

(Nah, it's okay. My brain is working well today, and I RP even if I'm half-brainless. xD )

Violet nodded with enthusiasm. She was glad to help. "No problem." she said with a smile. She knew that every stag gets into small fights every now and then. So, why not to help friends? But then she heard Idaho's last question. "Uhh, my antlers? When did I have antlers... Oh wait, yes, yes, I do have antlers, but I can't feel them much. They're merely magic from the pine cones in this forest. They're like real, but they aren't real, either. And actually, if I want the magic off, I do not have antlers. I'm a doe, right? Well, and I got the candles on the antlers from The Playground, they're real... Uhh, you do know what's The Playground, right?" she replied, as if talking an everyday conversation.

He had not realised that he had spoken aloud so he was rather surprised by the question, but still, Nathaniel would not lie. He had that much pride in what he was left in himself that he would not lie when asked directly what he was. In addition, Snake did not seem like a normal human, it seemed like there was some connection to some other world, though whether that was dimensional, historical or extraterrestrial he could not be a hundred percent sure. He knew that the answer though would likely mean nothing to Snake. Not that many races remained that were old enough to truly know the Raelin.

"I'm Raelin," He answered, speaking with his full ancientness drifting through as it often did when he spoke of his true nature, "The last of the Raelin...ancient beings with the power to bend chaos to our will." He had almost spoken of his power and the ancient empire of the Raelin in more detail but had decided it was pointless. If Snake knew of the Raelin in any shape or form then he would know of their vast empire. If he didn't then explaining it could take centuries, and humans didn't have that long. Where human history was less than a million years. Raelin history extended back billions of years. They had been old when Nathaniel had been born, over thirty seven thousand years previous to the present day.

Dull job - The two little words caused him to give a halfhearted chuckle. The corner of his lips rose into an amused, yet slightly cynical, smirk as his eyes rolled beneath his hat. He spent his days traveling the world, going from country to country, city to city, cleaning up their paranormal messes. Performing exorcisms, fighting off strange creatures, stopping cults, covering up UFO sightings, debunking myths and ghost stories, while proving the existence of a life after death... Wherever the Agency felt he was needed is where he was sent and whatever they needed done, he did with little question. Like a dog trained to hunt and fetch. While he hated the strict watchful eye the Agency had, he could not deny that he like the full-expense paid traveling. And the thrill of a mission always excited him. There was something about the way his body shook as adrenaline pumped through his veins that set him off. Cheating death was anything but dull; but some days were just spent at headquarters filling out reports and looking through past evidence. Now that was dull.

Of course, he could not tell her that. It fell once again under the "do not tell" policy. Secrecy always was a factor when working for them. It was recommended to not wear his uniform crimson armband out in public since it was not uncommon for cult leaders or creatures hiding in human skin to attack AoM agents. Though how would one even bring up such a topic into a conversation to begin with...? Unsure, he shrugged to his own thought as his smirk returned to a straight line upon his face.

Sax was hesitating again. Staring at him with a somewhat blank look. He was about to sigh again when she finally spoke. Stumbling upon her words, she said a jumbled sentence that made even the awkward man's brows raise in confusion. Silence crept on the unexpected pair once again as her words thinned, disappearing into the air. Then, came the burst of laughter. It was a short burst, but loud and unexpected nonetheless. Cypher's mouth opened slight as he cocked his head to the side, slightly turning away from her. The bloody hell is wrong with this woman...? (Though he was not one to be in the position to judge social awkwardness.) Lifting his right hand up, he shook his open palm in the air as if trying to calm her down before she stopped herself. ...I meant to say yes.

"Uh...Yeah sure," he stupidly replied, questioning how risky going anywhere with her would be. Though now came an even harder part. She had placed it upon him to choose where they went. He had escorted others before, but never personally. They were just people he was ordered to accompany for one reason or another, but now he had to lead her somewhere. He looked side to side, eying the street in search of any neighboring bars before shaking his head. No, they would not do. He faced her again with shoulders pulled up in a shrugging motion, "Do you like jazz...? There is a nice jazz bar just a few blocks from here." Anxiously, he began to sway while shifting weight from one foot to the other.

What the hell was he doing...?

(I feel as if something needs to happen. Like they should get attacked by something and expose what each other does. XD)

The creature shook its head again; while it hadn't met a lot of beings in this forest, the ones it did meet did not seem afraid of it, especially the younglings. Its black eyes stared into the nothingness, giving the impression of blindless, but that was merely an illusion, for the snow-carved cervine could see well enough; another act of magic. It was completely lost in the sense of where it came from, or how it came to be, or what it existed as before. All that was clear to it was this forest and its creatures, and it felt like home. It felt safe.

Okay, it's okay. It happens a lot.