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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:42 pm
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Jykan's home wasn't that large. It consisted of the normal aspects that was need to live within a shelter: living space, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. It might not have been big, but it wasn't made for single-person use; those were the apartments, and Jykan didn't care for them. They were too small.
Next to the door was a coat-hanger with four brass knobs for the coats. On this, the Rysonan-hybrid hung his dusty blue overcoat. He waited for Alax to enter all the way before shutting and locking the door behind them. It was best not to be disturbed during this, even if he was sure his neighbors could feel Alax's presence nearby and were beginning to become anxious and fidgety.
At Alax's question, Jykan looked at him instead of the neighbors beyond his walls. Those were covered in a dark red and bronze patterned wallpaper without any decoration, not even pictures. The door led immediately to the living room, furnished with a strip-printed couch and matching chairs and tables with oil lamps. A grandfather clocked ticked between two potted plants.
"I..." he stumbled, then without finishing the thought, Jykan walked down the hall to his bedroom. How indeed. It was definitely the question here. He had a documentation from his grandfather's ritual when he synced Jykan's human grandmother. Jykan pulled down a dust-covered wooden box from the top of his closet where important papers where kept, passed down through his family line. He opened it, and right on top was the paper he needed, chicken-scratch-handwritten by his grandfather in Rysonan text.
"...my dominant hand caressed her into submission, a state of relaxation and trust. She, my Omnya, knew the importance of Time and allowed me to enter her soul to tie Time in..."
Jykan blinked in surprise; his grandmother was already a Omnya, a protected equal with a title that could not be taken back, before introduced to the Main Line.
He read on, trying to visualise what it was his grandfather had done; how did he reach into her soul to connect the two? How did he draw up the Time Stream to a tangible thing? There was no real clue, and Jykan felt momentarily lost. What was he to do?
Maybe this really was suppose to only be for the pure-blooded species...
Jykan's shoulders slumped, feeling defeated. He was going to have to go back to Alax and tell him nevermind, and to Sympson to find a pureblooded match for Alax. A part of him felt as though he let down the human in his living room. Alax would either have to go back to the twenty-first century or walk around this world like a freak.
Fix him... Fix him... That whisper in the back of his head kept on, wanting to join Alax to the Time Stream himself. Fix him, fix Alax... The urgency in the whispers made Jykan swallow.
Fix him, sync him, give him Time... You know how, you have Time's Hands... The Time Traveler stared at the paper in his hands without truly seeing it before he stuck it back in the box and laid that on his bed. Somehow, he wouldn't dare question it, he did know how. How, how, how... Yes, dammit! He was going to synchronise that boy! He left the room in a hurry and met with Alax again in the living room.
Finally, to answer Alax's question, he said quietly as he unbuttoned his tailored waistcoat, "If you wouldn't mind, take off your shirt." After stripping off the gloves, he held a hand out to Alax to draw him near.
Obvious this will be more censored than how it is in our notebook. x]
But s**t D: I'm wanting to make Sympson a semi-bad guy in this one, too, and introduce Graysyn soon... what to do!? |
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 11:45 pm
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He ignored the jump and took to watching his fingers instead of Alax's reaction. Jykan needed no distractions, as it was almost impossible to keep a track of the stray silver strands of Time squirming scarcely inside. Was it possible to interlock a Timeless core existence with the Stream? Rysonans had come to Earth after humans had been tempering with amateur time travel, connecting only just barely with Time, making the bridge easier to synchronise together.
The twenty-first century was no where near the time travel potential of it's future.
A flutter of silver traced along Jykan's searching fingers almost curiously. Jykan responded by pushing his life essence forward, a spark of emerald entwining the untouched silver core briefly. When it continued it's path further down, Jykan followed it with light fingers, down Alax's left side before it curved and aimed at the sole gut of the younger male.
Time was there. Strong, unsynchronised, unexplored Time, hesitantly swirling around Jykan's emerald essence as it divulged deeper into the very center of Alax's abdomen, farther than the silver essence had ever known. The Time Stream was only so far away, and if Jykan could just reach further...
It was like bursting a bubble. As soon as Jykan probed deep enough, the dam broke loose, releasing the Time Stream within Alax and forcing him out. Jykan reeled back with a startled yelp, withdrawing his hand from the burning sensation that was beginning to fill the other quickly. |
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:05 pm
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Alax's body felt hot, and it hurt nearly everywhere. He looked up at the older male as if Jykan was trying to kill him. This was the last thing he was expecting to happen from what Jykan had been doing with his hands.
It had felt good, at first, but now it just felt as though his entire body was on fire.
Wiping at his nose once it felt like it as running, he looked down at his hand to see dark red liquid covering the tips of his fingers. Alax looked back up at Jykan with a small, ever growing glare before coming to the conclusion that Jykan was in fact a psychopath, and a good actor as well, and now he was going to have to defend himself from a madman. . .
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, biting his lip hard at the volume of his own voice, which only upset him more. He drew his right arm back, his hand balled into a fist, brought it forward and hit Jykan across the face with it as hard as he could. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 11:55 pm
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Alax closed his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his left hand to attempt at restricting the flow of blood and tried to massage the new found migraine out with his right.
When Jykan repeated his question back at him, he let his head fall to where his chin was resting on his chest. Shaking his head slowly, he mumbled as softly as he could, "nothing. . ." He didn't feel too well. Maybe it was to not-so-sudden changes of getting synched, or the headache, or the blood that didn't seem to end, but he started feeling dizzy.
Taking a chance at opening his eyes, he automatically regretted the decision as teh lights were way too bright, and he didn't even recall them being turned on, and closed them again.
"I don't," he started, trying to think of a good enough reason as to why he hit Jykan, but thinking hurt too much at the moment, and he had more, new, pressing matters to deal with; like the feeling that he was going to pass out. "I think," He couldn't finish his sentence, before he flet himself fall forward, and his mind went completely blank. |
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:17 am
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Jykan watched him warily, seeing the tall-tale signs of unconsciousness creeping in on the human. Alax was swaying and tilting dangerously, and when he pitched forward, Jykan lounged to catch him. He barely managed to grab a hold of him in time, and he found all anger being swept aside in replace of worry.
Easily and carefully, Jykan picked Alax up, having his head hang over his arm to keep the blood inside the head. He made it to his room, laid the human on the bed, and went to fetch a washcloth for the blood. Back in the room, he dabbed at Alax's face until he was clean, and he slowly took back the rag and placed it on the nightstand.
"What are we going to do with you?" Jykan asked quietly, but obviously expected no answer in return. He swept the bangs off Alax's forehead before drawing away and shutting the door behind him when he left. |
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