Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 2, 2014 23:16:47 GMT
A small house with a strip of private beach on the property. There are some woods and a freshwater stream in the back. The house is two stories and looks rather old. It is in a state of degradation, so Fino has been making steady repairs here and there. The house has a kitchen, dining room, two living rooms, music room, and a study on the first floor. There are three bedrooms upstairs and private, full baths attached to each as well as an upstairs studio room which is his library.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 3, 2014 1:04:11 GMT
Fino turned the key in the lock and pushed open the front door after many protesting creaks and grunts from the hinges. He made an immediate beeline for the windows and pulled all the shutters and blinds open, throwing up the sashes. He wanted some light and fresh air in the house. It had not been shut up long, but it still felt a little stuffy from the past week he had been away. “Mm,” much better,” he said, the ocean breeze drifting in and stirring his hair a little. He went to the kitchen and checked the fridge. “Ah, that’s right. Need to restock some things, but there’s food in the freezer.” He turned to Deniz. “I’ll show you to your room. Then feel free to explore as you wish.” He headed upstairs to the bedrooms.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 1:26:30 GMT
Deniz hadn’t expected Fino to live in such a place. He really had expected the werehawk to live in a place that was in much better condition. At least not in a place that sounded and looked like it was just about ready to collapse. Then again, he also had expected a werehawk to live in Finaiero and not in Aciapoli. He never knew when it came to his master. He hadn’t been able to guess anything accurately since he was bought, and he doubted that was going to change any time soon. He followed after his master silently, taking in the house’s layout. “Yes, master,” he nodded, eying the freezer momentarily before hurrying to follow Fino up the stairs. His stomach twisted and churned, but he didn’t think it had anything to do with hunger. Free to explore. He had never been free to explore. Every time he was caught outside of North Town he was thrown into a cage. The Satellite finally decided it was a combination of nerves and excitement, not letting either emotion show. The instructors wouldn’t have approved of this, would they? Of course, this could have been seen as learning his new surroundings so he would be able to protect his master better, but any sort of excitement probably would have been looked down upon.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 3, 2014 2:34:24 GMT
Fino weaved around a pile of wood in the hallway and a stack of boxes. “Don’t mind the mess. The house needs working on, and I’m still in the middle of the downstairs.” He tried one door and found it to be locked. “This is my room,” he said, pointing at the door. He went to the one next to it. “Um, this is the bathroom. So this one across from mine is yours.” He cranked the knob, but the door was stuck. After a few shoves, it creaked open. “I got it set up for you. Just let me know what you need.” There was a bed inside with blue sheets and a green comforter. There was also a desk in the corner and a cushioned black office chair. “That’s where I’ll have you do my paperwork and your own studying as well, whenever you get some. That closet is all yours, well, this room is all yours really. Just keep it neat enough.” He turned back to the stairs. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything. Feel free to explore.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 2:57:51 GMT
Deniz paused by the stack of boxes and the wood in the hallway before hurrying after Fino again. He was going to offer to clean it up, but since the house was still being worked on it would seem pointless to do so. “Would you like me to help with fixing up the house?” He frowned, his brow furrowed when he saw his master’s room was locked. If there was any trouble and the werehawk was in danger while he was in his room, it hopefully wouldn’t be too hard to break the door down to get to him. It still made him feel uneasy that the door was locked, but this was his master’s home and he could whatever he wanted. He peered into the room that would be his. Being who his master was, he hadn’t expected Fino to have made his bed or to provide him with such a comfortable looking chair for his desk either. He became nervous at the thought of having to study, having thought that that was one of the things he had left behind in North Town. However, continuing his education would make him a better Satellite. He turned around, watching Fino head for the stairs, “Thank you, master.”
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 3, 2014 3:39:39 GMT
“Hmm, yah, sure,” he called over his shoulder as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He went to the kitchen and started sorting some things. There was still painting to do here. Otherwise it was pretty much finished. The east living room was torn up and still needed new flooring. He had not had enough time to really get too much done before he went to by Deniz. Just the basement and kitchen really. At least now he would have an extra pair of hands to help. Absently, he hoped Deniz would settle in well enough. With a sigh, he opened up one of the lower cupboards where he had left his paint and brushes. He pulled out a paint roller and tin and a few cans of white and set them on the counter. He then pulled his jacket off and set it aside. Opening the cans, he started stirring the pain and pouring it out in a tin. Without really any thought to it, he started painting the wall. Everything was just as he had left it, so he didn’t need to cover much of anything right away as it already was.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 17:08:44 GMT
Deniz’s frown deepened and he watched his master return back downstairs. He remained in the hallway for a few moments longer, still staring down at the stairs before he turned around and went into his room. Setting his bag down on the bed, he glanced around again before he begun to unpack. Clothes went into the closet. A few books went on the desk. It didn’t take him all that long to unpack all he had brought with him from North Town. It hardly looked like anyone was actually living in the room at all. Hopefully that was something he could change soon. Being given such a large room, he sort of felt like it was his responsibility to fill it up. He stood in the middle of the room once he was done, before he decided it was time to head back down stairs. He spotted Fino in the kitchen, “Would you like my help, master?” Exploring could always wait until later. There wasn’t a rush to go and familiarize himself with the area if there was other work to be done. He had also done a few painting projects back in North Town, so this task wouldn’t be anything new to him.
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Niitari
Seal Clapping Analyst
What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 3, 2014 21:51:15 GMT
Fino paused when he heard footsteps on the stairs, then went back to painting till he heard Deniz’ question. “No, I’m fine. Go look around. There will be plenty for you to do later on.” He dipped the roller in the paint and pushed it back and forth on the tin to get the extra off. White. He liked the walls to be white because it made everything brighter. Of course, not everything would be the same color. That felt too much like a hospital or padded cell. Just these walls would be white. The floor was a nice, rich brown stone tile. The cupboards were a slightly lighter brown. And the appliances were all stainless steel. So it didn’t feel too empty and weird at least. Before the kitchen had been old and black and brown and so dark. Like a dungeon cell.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 22:28:19 GMT
“Yes, master.” Deniz left the kitchen and headed for the front door, wondering what it was he’d have to do later. He didn’t take Fino’s refusal for help personally, having expected his help was going to be denied. He supposed he’d just have to wait and find out later. Sighing, he closed the door behind him slowly and headed off to explore. He could wander around inside later on, though he’d have to ask Fino if there were rooms he wasn’t allowed to enter besides his master’s room. He took off his shoes and left them by the door, leaving the house and going to walk along the beach. He was tempted to go and swim, but his master had told him to go explore, not go for a swim and shift into orca form. Turning away from the sand and the water he headed towards the back of the werehawk’s home. It was nice that there was this piece of forest here, and not just the beach. It would have been a bit odd, and he would have probably felt slightly exposed otherwise. He crouched down beside the stream, cupping his hands together and taking a small drink. Should he go back or stay out here some more?
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 4, 2014 1:02:21 GMT
Fino finished the wall rather quickly. He was rather efficient with a paint roller, having already done the other walls in this room and the walls in the eastern living room. He was doing all the rooms kind of at random. He had plans formulated for each one, but the order in which he did them was not specific. Done now with the wall, he set everything aside and looked at what he had accomplished. Hen he poured the paint back into the cans and shoved them in the cupboard, tipping the mostly empty tin and paint roller into the sink to clean them off. He washed his hands and then went about getting some dinner ready.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2014 1:39:50 GMT
Deciding to stay out for a while longer, Deniz explored further into the woods in order to see the extent of his master’s property. He could have stayed outside for quite some time, just walking under the trees listening to the gurgling and trickling of the stream. He would even spend the night sleeping outside. Maybe he’d get lucky and see the stars. He hadn’t seen those in a while. However, if Fino wasn’t going to stay outside, he wouldn’t remain outside and far from the werehawk’s side for much longer. Heading back to the house, he pulled off his shirt. Sitting down on the door step he cleaned off the sand, mud and grass that clung to his feet, not wishing to bring all that debris into the house with him. Shaking out his shirt and picking up his shoes, he entered the house. Once he closed the door behind him, he frowned, hesitating before he headed upstairs and to his room. Pulling on a clean shirt he went to the bathroom next. Wetting a cloth he found in a cupboard he cleaned off his feet, seeing that they were still quite dirty even after he had used his shirt. Rinsing out the cloth, he tossed it into the laundry basket and returned downstairs. He stood in the kitchen’s doorway, uncertain whether or not he should offer his assistance again.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 4, 2014 5:00:58 GMT
The first thing Fino pulled from the freezer was a wrapped up sausage link. Actually two, since it was packaged with two at a time. He remembered getting it at the store. It was a sunny day with a light spattering of clouds in the sky. He had been wearing black boots, black pants, red shirt, and dark gray jacket with the fur lined hood over that. It had been kind of chilly that day after two cold fronts swept through the previous day bringing in rains. He had walked the whole way to let himself stew in his thoughts. But by the time he got to the store, they had all seemed rather trivial in comparison to the heavy weight on his mind: that of going to North Town. He had been struggling with it all week. But it was happening: he had the tickets for that weekend and there were no refunds. He had withdrawn the money from the bank to pay for one too. I can’t turn back on this now, can I? he thought to himself. He grabbed a basket and went into the store then. He had picked out that specifically because it was on sale. No other real reason. Maybe his thoughts were too preoccupied at the time. Stopping his thoughts from wandering too much, he looked up when he heard the front door open and saw Deniz head upstairs. I have him now don’t I, he thought to himself. He stared back at the food and grabbed some potatoes and corn and a few other things. He threw the sausage into a baking pan and placed that in the oven on high to thaw. Then he started speed chopping the vegetables. Soon as he was satisfied with the sausage thawing out, he pulled the pan out and st it on the stovetop. From a box next to the door, he pulled out several little tins: lemon zest, pepper, horseradish. He sprinkled the seasonings over and rubbed the lemon zest into the sausage skin. Then he poked little holes into the top of the sausage with a fork and rubbed in more lemon zest, horseradish, and rubbed freshly chopped garlic into it. He then placed slices of garlic all along the length of the sausage. He sprinkled it with a dash of salt, and put the sausage back in the oven. With a flick of his finger, he startedthe timer on the stove top. ”Not too much now, or it won’t taste right.” ”What sort of things are you bad at?” ”Juggling.” ”Juggling? That’s it? That’s kind of lame.” ”Sorry, master. It was just considered less of a priority than cooking.” ”This isn’t cooking. This is gourmet chef…ing.” ”That’s… not an actual word, master. ”Oh, just shut up.” Fino huffed a sigh and looked up as he heard footsteps again. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught Deniz pausing in the doorway, looking a little lost. “You can explore the house. Familiarize yourself with the place. I’ve got dinner covered already here.” He grabbed a carton of eggs from the fridge. “Oh…” he added as an aside, “don’t go into that third bedroom. And key for mine is on the door lintel.” He pulled out two eggs and cracked them on the edge of a metal bowl, tipping the contents from their shells into the steely basin. ”I’ll never get another one! Never! I can’t handle that kind of pain anymore! It’s eating me alive!” His absentmindedness caused him to overexert himself, and he smashed the egg so hard into the bowl’s edge it shattered in his grip. He held his hand up and pulled the bits of the shell out of the mess in his palm. Well, I fucked up that promise, didn’t I? he thought to himself, his jaw clenching painfully. But his face remained stoic enough. Sometime he could still feel it. The pain. The bond left a ghost of an impression on his heart and soul. Now… now it was still there. Would it ever fade away? He could not tell. No one could really tell. He had asked people before. ”Make it stop! It had been unbearable then. Left him immobilized for months. He had gone through life hobbling like a zombie, screaming at night, crying at night too, tearing at his heart and his face. But no one could help him. Always alone. He washed his hands off in the sink and grabbed a sponge to clean up the mess he had made on the counter. But he paused once more to look at his hand. It still had a nasty gash in it where they had cut hands and shared blood and spirit in that bond they had made just a few days ago. But there was another one there under theirs. A new scar would form over it. But like the ruins of Pompeii, it would still be there, just hidden over the new scars built on top, but never completely faded away. How many more scars would build over that one? Would Deniz just become another round of horrible pain and haunting memories? Would he join his predecessor in the afterlife as one of Fino’s failed Satellites? At least then they would have something in common. As of now, their only link was their origins in North Town, something all Satelltes shared unfortunately. Well, no. There was more to them than that. They both had dark hair and haunted eyes, and names that were not their own. Deniz Sesnan and… I need to stop thinking about him. Honestly, it’s been five years. But it felt much closer than that. Five years was five seconds ago. The wounds were still fresh. Buying Deniz felt like salt rubbing into the lacerations like he had rubbed garlic on the meat. Fucking up promises left and right… fucking up myself… setting myself up for more… Kind of a self-fulfilled nightmare. He grabbed the rest of the dinner fixings and started boiling the vegetables. The timer he set on the stove was counting down the minutes till dinner would be ready. He stared at it with a dull expression. You’d probably think I was pathetic if you knew my mind, he thought, glancing back to the doorway where Deniz had been a minute ago.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2014 15:40:50 GMT
“Yes, master,” Deniz replied after a few moments of silence. It really did look and smell like Fino had dinner taken care of already. He had planned on looking around the house anyways, might as well do it now since he had the free time. “Yes, master,” he repeated when the werehawk added more instructions. Turning away, he controlled himself not to run back upstairs. He could sense that there was something wrong, but there wasn’t anything he could about it either. He was starting to feel more and more useless every hour that passed. The third bedroom. He frowned, staring at the door to the room he wasn’t allowed to enter. Was that the other one’s room? It seemed like the only logical answer. He doubted Fino would have let him stay in the same room he had kept his other Satellite in. Had the instructors ever gone over these kinds of situations? With masters that had already had other Satellite’s? If they had he didn’t remember, though he was fairly certain they hadn’t since it wasn’t a very common occurrence. Deniz stopped at his master’s room, looking at the locked door in front of him. Now that he knew where the key was his fingers were itching to take it and finally enter his master’s room. His hands clenched into fists at his sides instead. It was just business wasn’t it? He didn’t expect his master to trust him so soon, but allowing him to enter his room was just for the sake of exploration. I’ll go in there one day…but not today. The Satellite turned away and headed down the hall. He had no expectations for who or what his master would be like. He’d end up with whichever Were had enough money to buy him. He hadn’t thought there would have been conflicting emotions though. How could someone want a Satellite around and not want them at the same time? That’s the sort of thing he sensed from Fino. Maybe it was a common feeling for masters that had other Satellites. He could have ended up with a much different master, one that really treated him like a slave. In comparison Fino seemed like the ideal master, if there ever was such a master. Going into the last room on the second floor, Deniz found himself in a library. Venturing inside, he scanned the shelves as he walked past them. He could probably spend a few good hours just reading the titles of the books, but he was just looking around at the moment and he still had the first floor to go through too. Heading down stairs, he glanced into the kitchen before going to look at the other rooms first. He slowly walked through the dining room and the two living rooms. Though the rooms didn’t hold much interest to him he was still keeping track of possible entrances and exits, items that could be used as weapons and other such details. Stepping into the study, he scanned the room briefly before he moved onto the last room left unexplored, besides the kitchen and his master’s room. It was a music room. He hadn’t really expected to see such a room in Fino’s home, but the werehawk was full of his own surprises and secrets.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 8, 2014 16:54:07 GMT
The music room was rather sparse save a violin and cello stand with the appropriate instruments resting on it as well as a grand piano by the window. There was also bookshelf covered with stacks of sheet music. But as said, nothing else really was there. Whatever music the werehawk had taken from his home city, it seemed he did not want much. Fino had set the table for dinner and set all the food out. The delicious smells wafted about the kitchen and dining room. He glanced back towards the hall to see if Deniz was there, but not seeing the Satellite, he headed upstairs after him. A sort of pained smile came to his face when he saw Deniz looking around the music room. Some sort of nostalgia had crept in again. I need to stop doing that… he thought to himself, and the smile vanished as quickly as it had come. “Like it?” he asked aloud, leaning against the doorframe.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 17:39:33 GMT
Deniz frowned slightly, turning to face Fino. “Music isn’t something I was taught much, master.” The instructors had found his artistic skills lacking and decided to push on with other skills that looked more promising. He glanced back at the violin and cello before turning to face the werehawk completely. “It is probably one of my weaker skills.” He held his hands behind his back, looking at Fino. He caught the smell of the food from the kitchen and his mouth begun to water. The rabbit had been the last thing he had eaten, and that had been hours ago too. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” He wasn’t sure how long dinner had been done for, even though he didn’t think it had been too long or Fino would have come looking for him earlier. His hunger aside, he was particularly looking forward to eating. The last meal he had with his master had been at the diner. There had been other people there and it was a welcomed distraction.
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