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Nobu Restaurant Continued

(Included the last two poses before my most recent.)

Sachio blinks and shakes his head, blushing. "Seitaro-san, I'm just an onmyouji, and a very ordinary one at that. It's really more of a family tradition." Now that that's taken care of, he'll just fall silent, paying more attention to the oni he's with than the visiting party.

Malachai nods once again, sipping from a glass of water. "Yes, that is the one I serve." he says with a slightly dark tone, but one that turns more amused as he reaches into a pocket and takes out his wallet. A photo is slipped out of a holder and held up briefly. Sebastian half naked and covered in paint while reclining on a divan. Malachai loves this picture series. "Oh yes, Bastian and I are close." he says simply before giving Sachio a look. "Is there even such thing as an 'ordinary' onmyouji? I would think the ability would be rare in it's own right."

Seitaro looks over at the picture, lips curling in slight amusement and appreciation. "That's certainly not a pose I would have thought fitting for Sebastian-san, but they do say still waters run deep, ne? That, however, must make you Malachai De Courtenay the artist I've heard about since arriving in the States. How intriguing." Leaving it at that, the oni returns his attention back to his dinner companion. "He is correct as you well know, Sachio-kun. There is nothing ordinary about being an onmyouji. Especially one of your calibre."
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Liver and Nightmares

(continued from previous posts)

"She's pretty good as a healer too, and she knows her duty." Malachai murmurs back with a faint smile on his face. "She was all upset of course, can't blame her. Toshie was quite willing to give it all up to serve Nainokami at the drop of a hat so she said." Or rather at the drop of one particularly careless sorcerer. "That does sound like fun though, taking her out for a pampering trip, she deserves no less. I remember the days of not having a healer around and I am glad we have her now." The auburn haired man sighs then, shifting restlessly against the growl of his stomach and that of his own uneasy conscience. "I don't know about my brother. I mean former brother." The slip came easily to his tongue, to think of Hotohori as a sibling though they'd never been close. "I'm having those nightmares again. They make me confused though, like what I remember and what I thought I remembered don't quite match." He trembles slightly, biting at his lower lip. "I don't know what to make of it, I don't like having these doubts."

The *ding* of the elevator signals the arrival of the man with the food and Kieran waves him further into the room, making him come all the way to the couch with the cart. "Thanks, just leave it and I'll take care of the rest," he says, shooing the other away quickly. Once he's departed, the model settles Malachai comfortably at possible so he can eat, uncovering the dish and wrinkling his nose as he passes it along. "Eat. You need your strength back no doubt. Malachai, don't get stuck in the loop of the past. Trust me on this one. Whatever mistakes you or he made that time, it doesn't matter. Now matters. We can't change the past and we shouldn't live by it. I learned that lesson the hard way. I don't particularly want to lose you to ghosts." He knows how ironic that sounds.
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G'morning

Kieran let himself into the penthouse in the early hours of morning, glad to be home from this most recent modeling assignment that had him gone more than half a week out of the city. "No more for a while," he had told his agent, claiming the need for a respite. It wasn't as if he needed the money. Leaving his bag slumped against the wall in the foyer, he kicked off his shoes and meandered into the living room, figuring it far too early for anyone - other than Sebastian - to be up and that oni was likely already at his office for a few hours. Tapping out a cigarette, he made himself comfortable on the couch and glanced around, unable to shake the sense of unease he'd had since waking up. His dreams had been filled with images of blood, of swords, and of the usual fire and darkness, but something definitely seemed amiss. He thought returning home would quiet his uneasiness, but somehow, sitting on the couch in the living room, it was only growing. "Wonder what I missed this time," the fire oni muttered to himself.
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Fan Girl

Nightmares and Dreamscapes

It begins with flames. It always does. That is nothing unusual for Nicolette DeLeone though, for she has always dreamed of flame. Images, memories emerge out of them though, a summer in Alsace, France. A lovely farmstead, belonging to some distant family member perhaps? But the idyllic scene is broken by horrible squealing, the sounds of something dying. Nicolette stands just outside of a pen, where the farmers there are slaughtering a pig. The girl who has often nonchalantly watched puppies drown after being tossed into the Seine river is outrightly horrified for some reason, her hands in tight fists, about to step forward to stop them. A hand reaches out of nowhere to grab her shoulder just then though. "Alain." she murmurs in her sleep, head turning in the dream to stare up at her tall hansome blonde brother. "You can't save it, Nikki. Not that one."
Fan Girl

New Girl In Class

It might be late in the year, but there's always summer school, something an exchange student might need before hitting the senior year come fall. In any case, there is a new face standing at the front of the class room at (insert school name here) Academy. The teacher makes introductions of course, looking prim and proper for a lady for probably was a nun before the reforms in the private school system. "Class, please welcome our new student, Nicolette DeLeone. She is our exchange student for the coming year from France." Nikki as she prefers to be called, looks more bored than anything else, but there is just something about her that is stirring curiousity amongst her new classmates. It's probably due to the fact that there are subtle adjustments to her school uniform, little touches that just barely hold to the school rules, but adds a little alure, a little naughtiness to the typical private school chippet style. "Allo, it is nice to meet you all." she drawls with only a mild touch of French accent as she heads for an empty seat, sliding a school bag under it before sitting down in an ever casual and arrogant demeanor.
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Are You My Mother?

(continued from the previous pocketuniverse)

Since the woman really hasn't stopped talking, Kieran merely nods as if he really is listening. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. At least he's not making the yakkie yak motions with his one hand. "Oh, beach front in Maui sounds nice, but I'm not having the baby. I really will put my foot down there, Mrs. De Courtenay. Or may I call you mum?" It's anyone's guess if the woman has actually ceased her side of the conversation even as Higuchi talks either over her or with her. An arm goes around Malachai's shoulders, fingers brushing over all that hair.
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Malachai

Family Issues

It's easy to sometimes forget that while Malachai is a fiercely independant, eclectic, outrageous millionaire artist... he's still got a family out there in the world. After spending a few days being completely irresponsible and enjoy it over at Sebastian's place, he finally went home to see to a few things. That and get some more clothes, not to mention find something a little more filling than Aubrey's snack crackers. At the end of the day though, he's back on his couch alone with his cellphone glued to his ear and a exasperated expression on his face as he contemplates tearing out his own hair. "No mother, I was NOT on a lark in Thailand. That was always father's thing.." He pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment at the loud squawking going over the line. "No mother, I have not seen Baroness Nicholson lately. Not in months." Pause. "Don't you even DARE contemplate an 'arrangement'! No! It is not getting late! I'm only 24! Bloody hell!" *sigh* "Sorry mum, I won't swear at you again."