Post by littlemiss on Jul 15, 2008 13:52:40 GMT
(A/N: For those interested in joining this rp then please can you read www.lostdim.proboards91.com/index.cgi?board=rpideas&action=display&thread=88&page=1 and make sure you characters is a Cremal. Oh and tell me what type of animal the Cremal is before you put it up. Because not every animal can be a Cremal. Thanks!)
A very tall, dark haired man flipped through some papers sighing as he pulled one out. He stood up from his desk and taking the paper with him.
He walked a few steps to the room next to his. He walked in to see Pen-Ming building a matchstick building using glue to stick the sticks together. “Pen what are you thinking putting one of your own laws in with the papers for you to sign?” Para said looking very unimpressed.
Pen looked up for a second before going back to his creation. “It’s a good law. Plus you have to agree it would be extremely useful,” Pen said gluing another match to the creation.
“You know you can’t add your own laws. You have to put them to the Council first,” Para said sternly.
Pen blew a raspberry. “I hate having to go through the Council. My laws are never passed because one, they either think I’m going on a Power Trip or two, they think they are stupid.”
“Pen you laws are stupid and do sounds like you’re on a Power Trip. Like this one,” Para raised the paper up to his face. “‘The High Commander should be treated like a King. With his own day, because he is amazing and we all love him.’” Para lowered the paper and raised an eyebrow. “Sound like someone on a Power Trip to you?”
Pen-Ming rolled his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to know it was me that wrote it.”
“Well I guess you need to make your laws seem le-” Para was interrupted by a soft sniff. He turned to see a young male incubus cowering in the corner with a collar and chain that kept him there. The young male was shaking badly and his face was tear-streaked. Para turned back to Pen. “When was the last time he has eaten?”
Pen shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said not paying Para much attention.
“Well are you leaving him like that or are you going to actually eat him, like you said you would?” Pen shrugged again.
“He amuses me. I’ll probably keep him till I am bored with him.”
Para raised an eyebrow before turning to narrow his eyes at the Incubus. He strolled out of the room to sort through more papers. Pen-Ming went back to his matchstick construction. Another soft sniff came from the young Incubus in the corner. Pen-Ming paused to look at the creature. He put his sticks down and walked gracefully towards the male, with his wings folded behind his back the crouched in front of the other. “How long has it been since I last let you feed?” Pen asked sounding concerned.
The male sniffed. “Over a week, sir,” he replied quietly and trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.
Pen nodded once. “You are still a young one,” Pen reached a hand to touch the Incubus’s face but stopped an inch away. The Incubus whimpered at the closeness but did not move for fear of what would happen if he did.
Pen smirked and pulled his hand away amused. “I had wondered how long an Incubus could go without being fed, but I’m bored waiting,” Pen said laying his hand against the Incubus’s face. The boy sighed in relief and closed his eyes. The energy transfer through skin contact slowly stopped him from shaking. Pen watched the Incubus as he gave him some of his energy. He withdrew his hand. The Incubus slowly opened his eyes, having finally eaten. "I seem to be too amused by your kind. Too amused to kill you. I shall make you a deal. You can be my servant, doing tasks I request from you. You must call me 'Master' though. In doing this I agree not to kill you and give you a full meal everday. Do we have a deal?"
The young Incubus didn't have to think about it. "Deal," he said.
"What is your name?" Pen asked.
"Abel. My name Master, is Abel."
Pen smirked gleefully. "Then I shall call you by your name. There will be consequences if you don't obey me. don't call me Master or try to run away."
Abel nodded. "I understand, Master."
Pen stood up and nodded once. "Good. Now stand." Abel complied. The Cremal reached for the chain on the collar. "Keep the collar on. First task I have for you is to go to the room next to this one and tell me if Para is still in his office." Abel was confused by the request but left the room to do as asked.
While Abel was away Pen busyed himself with his earlier mission of filling up water ballons with sour milk. He grimanced at the strong disgusting smell.
Abel returned and approached his new Master. "Commander Para is currently out of his office," Abel said with a raised eyebrow.
"Excellent," Pen-Ming said with a handful of filled ballons. He handed Abel a lot and took the rest. "We are going to throw these from Para's window," Pen-Ming said with a wicked smirk.
"Master why do you not throw them from your window?" Abel asked as he and Pen-Ming left the office.
"Because when I throw stuff from my window, people know it is me. But from Para's window they don't know. Also his office overlooks the courtyard. More people as targets." Abel made an 'oh' face and entered Para's office.
Pen-Ming carefully his ballons on Para's desk and opened the large bay windows. "One at a time drop one of the ballons at the people below then duck. we don't want to get caught."
Abel smiled and nodded. Together Pen and Abel picked up some of the ballons and began to throw them out of the window. They ducked as loud gasps and creams came from the courtyard below. Pen peeked over. "You have got a good arm," he complemented seeing two shark Cremal's trying to wipe off the sour milk. Pen chuckled and picked up some more handing two to Abel. They continued to throw ballons at innocent passer-bys until the office doors were flung open furiously by Para who was seething, teeth bared.
Pen quickly threw his last ballons and unfurled hsi wings. He grabbed Abel by the waist and jumped out of the window. He just made it out as Para changed into his Panther form and charged at the window, growling.
Pen sighed in relief. "That was close. He killed my last servant like that." The dark tanned Incubus paled. "Don't worry, you are too useful to me alive." Abel nodded enjoying the feeling of flying.
There was a loud roar as the pair flew off. Pen-Ming found an empty rooftop and landed on top. He lay down with his hands behind his head. Abel sat down beside his MAster, looking out at the housing area of Cre'Taf.
A very tall, dark haired man flipped through some papers sighing as he pulled one out. He stood up from his desk and taking the paper with him.
He walked a few steps to the room next to his. He walked in to see Pen-Ming building a matchstick building using glue to stick the sticks together. “Pen what are you thinking putting one of your own laws in with the papers for you to sign?” Para said looking very unimpressed.
Pen looked up for a second before going back to his creation. “It’s a good law. Plus you have to agree it would be extremely useful,” Pen said gluing another match to the creation.
“You know you can’t add your own laws. You have to put them to the Council first,” Para said sternly.
Pen blew a raspberry. “I hate having to go through the Council. My laws are never passed because one, they either think I’m going on a Power Trip or two, they think they are stupid.”
“Pen you laws are stupid and do sounds like you’re on a Power Trip. Like this one,” Para raised the paper up to his face. “‘The High Commander should be treated like a King. With his own day, because he is amazing and we all love him.’” Para lowered the paper and raised an eyebrow. “Sound like someone on a Power Trip to you?”
Pen-Ming rolled his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to know it was me that wrote it.”
“Well I guess you need to make your laws seem le-” Para was interrupted by a soft sniff. He turned to see a young male incubus cowering in the corner with a collar and chain that kept him there. The young male was shaking badly and his face was tear-streaked. Para turned back to Pen. “When was the last time he has eaten?”
Pen shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said not paying Para much attention.
“Well are you leaving him like that or are you going to actually eat him, like you said you would?” Pen shrugged again.
“He amuses me. I’ll probably keep him till I am bored with him.”
Para raised an eyebrow before turning to narrow his eyes at the Incubus. He strolled out of the room to sort through more papers. Pen-Ming went back to his matchstick construction. Another soft sniff came from the young Incubus in the corner. Pen-Ming paused to look at the creature. He put his sticks down and walked gracefully towards the male, with his wings folded behind his back the crouched in front of the other. “How long has it been since I last let you feed?” Pen asked sounding concerned.
The male sniffed. “Over a week, sir,” he replied quietly and trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.
Pen nodded once. “You are still a young one,” Pen reached a hand to touch the Incubus’s face but stopped an inch away. The Incubus whimpered at the closeness but did not move for fear of what would happen if he did.
Pen smirked and pulled his hand away amused. “I had wondered how long an Incubus could go without being fed, but I’m bored waiting,” Pen said laying his hand against the Incubus’s face. The boy sighed in relief and closed his eyes. The energy transfer through skin contact slowly stopped him from shaking. Pen watched the Incubus as he gave him some of his energy. He withdrew his hand. The Incubus slowly opened his eyes, having finally eaten. "I seem to be too amused by your kind. Too amused to kill you. I shall make you a deal. You can be my servant, doing tasks I request from you. You must call me 'Master' though. In doing this I agree not to kill you and give you a full meal everday. Do we have a deal?"
The young Incubus didn't have to think about it. "Deal," he said.
"What is your name?" Pen asked.
"Abel. My name Master, is Abel."
Pen smirked gleefully. "Then I shall call you by your name. There will be consequences if you don't obey me. don't call me Master or try to run away."
Abel nodded. "I understand, Master."
Pen stood up and nodded once. "Good. Now stand." Abel complied. The Cremal reached for the chain on the collar. "Keep the collar on. First task I have for you is to go to the room next to this one and tell me if Para is still in his office." Abel was confused by the request but left the room to do as asked.
While Abel was away Pen busyed himself with his earlier mission of filling up water ballons with sour milk. He grimanced at the strong disgusting smell.
Abel returned and approached his new Master. "Commander Para is currently out of his office," Abel said with a raised eyebrow.
"Excellent," Pen-Ming said with a handful of filled ballons. He handed Abel a lot and took the rest. "We are going to throw these from Para's window," Pen-Ming said with a wicked smirk.
"Master why do you not throw them from your window?" Abel asked as he and Pen-Ming left the office.
"Because when I throw stuff from my window, people know it is me. But from Para's window they don't know. Also his office overlooks the courtyard. More people as targets." Abel made an 'oh' face and entered Para's office.
Pen-Ming carefully his ballons on Para's desk and opened the large bay windows. "One at a time drop one of the ballons at the people below then duck. we don't want to get caught."
Abel smiled and nodded. Together Pen and Abel picked up some of the ballons and began to throw them out of the window. They ducked as loud gasps and creams came from the courtyard below. Pen peeked over. "You have got a good arm," he complemented seeing two shark Cremal's trying to wipe off the sour milk. Pen chuckled and picked up some more handing two to Abel. They continued to throw ballons at innocent passer-bys until the office doors were flung open furiously by Para who was seething, teeth bared.
Pen quickly threw his last ballons and unfurled hsi wings. He grabbed Abel by the waist and jumped out of the window. He just made it out as Para changed into his Panther form and charged at the window, growling.
Pen sighed in relief. "That was close. He killed my last servant like that." The dark tanned Incubus paled. "Don't worry, you are too useful to me alive." Abel nodded enjoying the feeling of flying.
There was a loud roar as the pair flew off. Pen-Ming found an empty rooftop and landed on top. He lay down with his hands behind his head. Abel sat down beside his MAster, looking out at the housing area of Cre'Taf.