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Post by Chrissy~chan on Feb 28, 2007 14:41:44 GMT -5
Christina walked through the corridoor's calmly and diligently keeping her aqua~marine eye's fixed on the path ahead of her as her long blonde hair drifted behind swaying slightly with the rythm of her footstep's. To anyone that said "Hi..." was regarded as invisible to her as her mind was elsewhere thinking of other plan's.
She was alway's trying to improve herself but often tended to push herself too~far most of the time reslting in physical or maentall injuries though the strange young~girl never seemed to quit. Only last week had she been in the infirmary after losing controll of her powerfull mind controll over water and lost conciousness.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 28, 2007 14:55:17 GMT -5
His search for more members of the Demonic Alliance had led him to many people. Maria, Kros, Cayne... and now this girl here. The corners of his mouth twitched up into the barest of smiles as he waited for her, sitting on one of the window ledges with one leg over the other, hands folded and resting on his knees. The teenager had his back to the stained glass, giving The Russian a sort of blue-black hue around him.
He watched her pass him without the barest hint of acknowledgment, ocean blue eyes sparkling in amusement at this. How long would it take this one to bend to his will? "vour path has led you tu me today, Miss. Christina." He did not mention whether the path was the one she was walking now or her path in life, but it mattered not. He just wanted her attention for a moment.
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Post by Chrissy~chan on Feb 28, 2007 15:15:12 GMT -5
Christina stopped a short distance away from the russian casting back a glance over her shoulder. "I see..." Her voice was soft and fluent though she spoke quietly as if she hardly used her delicate voice at all. Christina soon turned on the spot to face the boy letting her hair drifting freely behind her before resting a hand on her hip lightly.
"So... what do you want from me." she asked eye'ing him up and down. a faint smirk came to her delicate feature's and her eye's seemed to change colour ever~so slightly to a lighter blue.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 28, 2007 15:30:20 GMT -5
Illya studied her, as he had done to all those before with eyes seeming to peer into her soul. "It iz nut what I vant, m'dear... But what you so dearly vish for." He replied softly, though his words intense. He was using an old trick his grandfather, who had these powers before him, had once used. Aim at their heart's deepest wish, you don't have to know what it is... you just have to know what words to use. A powerful man, his grandfather was, Illya remembered with a slight smile. Wise in the ways of his powers.
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Post by Chrissy~chan on Feb 28, 2007 15:39:36 GMT -5
Christina looked at the boy curiously her clear eye's flickering with her own natural disire to improve... to become more powerfull. "How can you help me." she asked in her soft tone though it was obvious she was getting reeled into his charm allready.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 28, 2007 15:50:32 GMT -5
Easy. The brunnett uncrossed his legs and stood up, pleased with how smoothly this was going, though he kept it off his face. "Zit iz simple." He replied, spreading his hands out in front of him for emphsis. "Ve are strong, but zhere are those who cannot see vhat. En order to show zhem, ve must fight. And ven we vin..." He voice grew soft, eyes half hooded as he spoke. "People like vou 'nd me vill be on top of za world, nothing will beh out of vour reach."
Simple plan, but was it simply lies? No, he was telling her the truth, as he had told the others... sometimes you just had to word it diffrently to get the same results.
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Post by Chrissy~chan on Feb 28, 2007 16:01:08 GMT -5
Christina stepped back as he opened his hand's to her... almost as if she were afraid to be touched. "So i see... But you cannot possibly help me... not alone." her voice seemed to trail off as she looked down and away. "So. Just what is it you want of me in return." she asked a little unsure of what he might want.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 28, 2007 16:11:55 GMT -5
Illya brought his hands back down to his sides, noticing her discomfort. "Ah, but I am not alone, Christina. Zhere are others vith the same dreams zan goals ve have. I am not alone... vnd we don't vant you to haf to be alone either." He said to her sincerely, eyes never once leaving her. He wondered why she had flinched away from him so... did she fear him? No, that couldn't be it, the boy had taken great pains to remain mostly anonymous until the time was right.
So it was something else then. "I ask nothing more, Christina, then vour strength zen battle and loyatly to zhose who fight beside zou."
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Post by Chrissy~chan on Feb 28, 2007 16:21:23 GMT -5
Christina folded her arm's over her chest. "I see..." she said thinking about the offer he made with a certain unsure look in her aqua~blue eye's. "Then i accept your offer." she said as a the same faint smirk crossed her delacate feature's though despite her frail frame her power's were very much the oposite.
Christina's eye's watched the russian's her arm's unfolded brushing off her checkered skirt though she kept her eye's on him.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 28, 2007 16:29:01 GMT -5
Illya smiled slightly, a diffrent smile than the ones he usually wore. "A very wise choice." He said quietly to her, softly, mabye. "Vour comrades and I vill be meeting in zi mountians in a few days. I 'vope to see you there." His ocean blue eyes locked with her's one last time, before he straightened and started to move away, taking care not to brush past her.
"Vntil we meet again, Christina."
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