The day it snowed [Chelle]

by **The Bolt** July 2nd 2012, 8:05 pm

”Wonder what she could want from me.” John muttered scratching his chin tentatively for a second as he pondered the possible reasons for this meeting. Not that he would say no,being that following orders were almost becoming second nature to him. So he chose to ready himself,dressing up in the usual attire,which was a simple v-neck and khaki colored cargo shorts. Anthony didn't give him any grief about this,mostly because today was a slow day for him and he wouldn't be forced to do any work for a while. All in all it was a better day than what he was used to at any rate.

The large office stood in front of him like an imposing giant,a goliath made of steel,concrete and glass. John took a deep breath,though he didn't need it as he stepped through the front entrance. If he had a heart,it would be beating out of control but whatever was in his chest was as silent as it ever was. Was there even a heart there or just a piece of ice that somehow functioned as one? He didn't want anyone splitting him open to find out at any rate. With a cold palm he pushed open the door and entered the air conditioned lobby,which felt warm compared to his body temp at any rate. People milled about doing their jobs,while he simply walked up to the desk.

”Urm,i''m here to see a Chelle Takeiro.” He said as the woman asked him for a name. ”John Reeves.” She nodded and pointed him to an elevator,which lifted him to the proper floor. Stepping into the office he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked upon the Queen of the Thrones.

”You called?”

by **Chellizard** July 3rd 2012, 6:08 am

Chelle was sitting, in front of her computer, staring at a cat video. Why? Well, because she had finished up for the day, and she was thinking of some lunch. She called upon John Reeves for the day, as well, because she wanted to spend some time with him. She had been thinking it over, and maybe he could be First Knight. She wasn't sure, though, so she had to see him in person. her wings were spread behind of her, relaxing, and her hand shifted to move the mouse around on the computer to switch up to a different song. Some beautiful classical music. It's not so much as classical, but it's very soft and beautiful.

Chelle smiled at the doors that opened and then she stood up, the skirts of her dress billowing slightly as she moved. She was barefooted, and her wings arched and folded behind of her. Her hair was down and framed her face, soft curls relaxing around of her beautiful features. She was still mighty tall, even without the stiletto styled shoes. She then drew her blade, which was strapped to her left wing as always, and ordered John loudly. "CATCH!" The blade was thrown like a spear, ready to hit the boy in the chest if he didn't react on time. Chelle was smirking widely, her form shadow stepping to his right, and then his left. She then popped up in front of him and held out her hand. "Dance with me, will you?" She asked, her eyes half lidded as she swayed. "Oh, and you're here to come with me to lunch. I have an idea for you."

by **The Bolt** July 3rd 2012, 3:11 pm

In almost a blur he acted as he moved to his knees and under the trajectory of the blade;hand shooting out to grab the weapon by bits handle,stopping its movement. Standing to his feet he threw the blade to the ground as the woman proceeded to jump about the shadows, a maneuver he was all too familiar with. ”No,i'd rather not dance.” He said trying to polity turn the request down,which he was doing better thane expected at any rate.

”Lunch? Sounds fine I suppose.” He said shrugging. Considering his current predicament,food was something that did him little good. He could barely taste it and it gave him nothing except going into his mouth,never to be seen again. As if his stomach were a black hole of some sort. Though what did she want to talk with him about?

by **Chellizard** July 3rd 2012, 10:01 pm

She sighed and took her blade back, her shoulders slumping after she sheathed the blade. She decided for a better approach. She dipped down and swept her leg out to knock him down onto his rump. Just before her leg touched him, she Shadow Stepped back behind of him to his left. Her wings stretched out and beat, a large gust of wind filling her office. The room was alike to a conference room in size; large, and spacey. A few papers that were loose on her desk flew about the room as well, but it was fine. They'd be picked up later.

She chuckled and her skin turned gray, her eyes a bright crimson, and her fangs became marvelously sharp. Claws spread from her fingers. "Lunch does sound delicious," she chuckled and moved herself up to John Reeves, moving as quickly as she possibly could, her speed impossible to match at this moment. She sent one of her fists for his abdomen, her other hand moving to slash across of his left arm. She was grinning alike to a Cheshire cat, her hair bouncing as she moved, the skirts of her gown cascading around of her legs. The dark purple material beautiful around of her olive flesh.

by **The Bolt** July 3rd 2012, 10:26 pm

The woman once again mounted a mini assault upon him,though it was all caught with his vision as she tried a kick which was easily dodged. Followed by another attack that he was sure would be coming form behind,typical shadow jumper tactic. Moving forward,he turned towards her as the foot barely missed its target, much to his relief. Seemed as if he was right about that,one reason he was grateful for that training that the blonde had given to help deal with anyone who could move through shadows. ”What do you suggest we eat?”

He was already moving as the attack came,twirling out of the way of the attack as his hand shot out,aiming to guide the woman with superior strength face first into the ground. She would need more than a simple frontal assault to even hope to take him down.

by **Chellizard** July 4th 2012, 4:22 pm

Her claws, not so much as blocked, sliced against John's arm. Chelle was smirking, a chuckle passing her lips as her wings arched and pounded into the ground to keep her from falling face first. She then glanced to behind of her desk and shadow stepped there. There was a lovely shadow on the wall above the double doors that lead into her office, so she took a moment and glanced to John. She brought her clawed hand up to her lips and examined the odd looking 'blood' on her claws.

She then licked her claws and her eyes widened with love for the taste. She shivered slightly and her wings ruffled up. "Wow.. that's.. wow. You're not human, are you?" She question, a brow raising just before she shadow stepped to that spot above the door and came out above John, her wings spreading to cushion her fall. She had one bent knee, her left heel coming down to crash into the back of John's shoulders.

by **The Bolt** July 9th 2012, 5:34 am

John wasn't expecting to get injured but he wasn't really complaining about the searing pain that coursed through his arm. Blood came down the cold flesh in cold rivulets as he looked up,searching for the woman who was now his enemy. Eyes narrowing into cold slits as he seemed to fall into a stupor that was almost predatory,though he knew how to limit himself enough to avoid aiming for the kill. Though the question gave away the woman’s position in a moment that was quick enough for him to react as his body whipped around to meet the present threat. ”No,i'm not human.” he said almost coldly as he weaved out of the way of the powerful kick aimed at his shoulder.

”You aren't either are you?” he wagered to guess as he took a step back from the woman who was now making this difficult. Though it was not like he really minded the sparring match they were locked within,he was enjoying the little test of his skills which were getting rusty. A thin film of ice was forming over his cut as if attempting to contain the blood that was slowly escaping form his body, a defense mechanism, that he had no control over.

” Doesn't matter what you are though.” Ice formed over his fists akin to brass knuckles as he took a defensive stance.

by **Chellizard** July 18th 2012, 6:22 am

Chelle smirked and allowed her fangs to retract and her wings to fold behind of her. She landed on her feet and just walked a circle around of him. "It doesn't matter. You're right." She twitched slightly and slapped him clear across the face and stamped her foot. "You.. get out." She said, snarling slightly. She suddenly felt rage build up and threaten to explode. She was angry, angrier than she had been in a while. She felt her claws threaten to 'grow' and her fangs were aching. She watched him turn and walk from the room, holding his cheek in some form of shame. She turned herself around and walked to her desk to sit herself down. From this point on, John was no longer a knight within Thrones. He was simply a Pawn.

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