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Post by elaezerbelle on Feb 3, 2008 22:45:23 GMT
"Well I think your ability is beautiful," she said sweetly, "Just a different sort of beauty." She paused and smirked, "The sort that attacks me and dirties my clothes." Now she laughed. "No really, that was pretty amazing. If I had your power I'd never have to do laundry again. Though I'm sure you do much bigger more important sorts of things than housework with it."
They walked out of the wood and through the fields that led to the outskirts of town where La Petite Petite Maison Rose was. That's what she called the small pink cottage she lived in. It was a humble place. Very country. It had overgrown bushes, weeds, and wild flowers, hedged in by a pickett fence. Leaning against the fence was her bicycle, it matched the house and had a basket on the front.
They stepped on a cobbled path and approached the back door. "I suppose there's no real reason for you to come inside since you've taken care of the mess, but I would still enjoy having some coffee or tea if you'd like to hang out." She offered. "By the way, you didn't answer my question." She opened the back door and led him inside.
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Post by daniel on Feb 4, 2008 1:58:27 GMT
“Beautiful?” Daniel said it softly. Daniel never considered his powers beautiful before. It was odd to hear someone call his power beautiful. For years Daniel trained his powers in the barrens and mastered it. He could do rather amazing things from it and to it. The Earth was his to be bend and shape. The sheer might of Daniel’s power was able to probably destroy a city with easy. Daniel was capable of creating a localized earthquake as well as sending huge waves of earth at targets, but his power could’ve been delicate as well. For example that sculpture he made of Vicky. “I never really thought of my power as beautiful before.” Daniel answered honestly.
Daniel followed her to her house. His mind was actually somewhere else at the moment. His mind was focused on the ground itself. Often Daniel would focus his attention on the ground. The Earth was his power after all. Daniel with his focus on the mind could sense so many things about the ground. Daniel could sense what the ground was made of, what was beneath it, what was above it, what was moving, how rich the soil was, and even how much moisture the soil had. Such details requires lots of focus which meant Daniel didn’t do this inside the loud and busy streets of the city.
“Some tea sound very to me.” Daniel was alright with tea. Coffee he didn’t like that much. He burned out on coffee when he was running his company. All those early morning and late nights of drinking coffee to try to wake up and do work made him kind of sick of it. Sure he drank it now and then, but he didn’t want anymore right now. “To answer your question. I did come to France to find others like me. Other people with powers. It’s just human nature. No one wants to feel lonely so we seek others if we can.”
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Post by elaezerbelle on Feb 4, 2008 5:51:29 GMT
The cottage was small inside as well as out and was somewhat in disarray, though it was clean. When you walked through the back door, you came into the living area. There were articles of clothing and blankets strewn about, on the sofa and floor. The furnishings were Victorian, and pink was definitely a continuing theme. She motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen, which was right across from the living room. She didn’t apologize for the mess. The little kitchen had plenty of windows with frilly curtains and lots of flower and herb pots. The sink was beginning to fill with dishes, but it smelled like vanilla and was very tidy otherwise. Odille produced a kettle and dogged the pile in the sink to fill it with water. It looked old and clanked as she set it over the burner on the stove to heat it’s contents.
“I never really thought of my power as beautiful before.” Daniel had said. "I haven't encountered any that weren't,” She said, “I'm collecting." She added with a shrug and a smile. Odille was now washing some of the dishes as she spoke. “The earth is beautiful, and you’ve just proved that you use your ability to create and be creative, isn’t there beauty in that? I think so.” “To answer your question. I did come to France to find others like me. Other people with powers. It’s just human nature. No one wants to feel lonely so we seek others if we can.” She thought about this for a moment. “I can understand that about people. I’m sort of another story. Well I was at least. I’ve been a lot more sociable since I’ve come here, but I still really enjoy my solitary time. I don’t know, I didn’t really want there to be other people like me, I liked being unique.“ The kettle started to whistle, she went over to the stove, wringing her hands out in the air before picking it up. They were a little wet from washing the dishes.
“I guess I was just curious and couldn’t help myself.” She winked and went back to the tea. She took two large tea cups from the cupboard and a couple of tea infusers. The porcelain cups had pansies painted on them and were delicate despite their enlarged size. Ody Lenore wasn‘t one for small cups. “Is white tea ok? It has lilies in it…like drinking perfume.” A rhetorical question, she described the tea in a dreamy tone, like it was something very delightful. She placed both cups on a small table that stood in front of great windows. They were bright despite the dreary day. She sat and motioned for him to do the same, then inhaled deeply before drinking her tea, the smell was intoxicating and sweet.
“As you can see, I live alone. It can sometimes be a challenge making new friends, I’ve only managed to make the acquaintance of a couple of people. Folks seem to keep to themselves, their own circle of friends. Maybe they do it to be careful. I suppose people aren’t very fond of those who are Tainted. Another bit of that old human nature, fearing and persecuting things that are different.” She added bitterly. Odille was feeling very talkative today it seemed. She didn’t usually speak so openly to people, but sometimes got into those moods where she did. It was probably all the caffeine and the brisk walk that made her so attentive. “Do you live around here? I mean, are you going to be able to get home alright? And err…do you need any aspirin or anything for your hangover?”
She didn’t want to make him feel rushed to leave, so she leaned back into her chair. The kitchen felt warm and inviting. It was nice to have some company. “You know, I think you’re the first person I’ve had over since I’ve been here.” She said conversationally, and swirled her cup clockwise between sips. Her stomach gave a rumble and she scowled at it slightly. Eating squandered too much time, she thought, but it was necessary. She kept drinking her tea for the time being.
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