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Post by theron on Sept 13, 2011 10:04:35 GMT -5
[/b][/ul] She'd decided to take this little homework, partly out of curiosity. It had occurred to her she didn't really know much about Theron as far as 'normal' things go. It went the same way, he knew she was an Artist and that was all. That and it was always fun to flaunt some of the Black Family talent. Though, secretly, it would be nice to be able to spent some time with Theron out of school and not training out in the forest. Not to mention trying to teach him things that she could do with ease would be fun. The only part she didn't want to do was the diary...thing but you couldn't always be a winner now, could you? All Morning, Fox had been running around, trying to trip her up, it would seem, as Nova tried to clear up her apartment a little. The dishes were washed, the windows open, the French doors were open, the floor was clean and she'd hoovered up for once. Though Fox would make it her priority to get fur all over it again as soon as she could. Nova couldn't work her out. The Shiba puppy had already been for a walk, but the little thing seemed to have boundless energy. Part of her wasn't sure how see was going to teach her rough-up Meister how to have the hands of an artist, or paint at all. It would be an experience she guessed. Maybe she could get a proper smile on that face still! It was motivation enough, she guessed. Nova crashed on the couch for a moment, Fox jumping up on her lap straight away, climbing all over the demon weapon, tail wagging. The Shiba could sense there would be guests, Nova never cleaned up this well. It suddenly struck her that her Art Studio wouldn't be such a hidden place any more after today. It felt weird, in a way. Three years, not a single soul other then her had ever been in there. A smile crept across her face as Fox finally settled. Now she had to wait for that over-dressed ponce to turn up for a light spot of Homework... ----------------------------------------------- [/b][/ul] Theron was no stranger to Shibusen homework, but even as unconventional as it sometimes was this... this definitely would prove interesting. The assignment was both casual and straightforward -- spend a week exploring two of your partner's hobbies. Theron wore a strange expression as he thought over it, musing on the challenges he'd face once he reached Nova's apartment. Art would definitely be one of the things she'd be teaching him and that alone felt daunting; just to test himself he'd tried to sketch out one of the illustrations from his textbooks earlier in the day... and failed miserably. The original image and his pencil scratch couldn't have been more different. What he'd created was such an eyesore he'd torn it up just so he'd never have to look at it again; to call it 'art' would be like calling a pile of mud 'sculpture'. The young Romanian sighed heavily. 'Monsters and Kishin Eggs, fine... but this, this is...' The right words altogether escaped him. And of course, that wasn't the only challenge he'd be facing. Slung over Theron's back was a rather large, long gray bag and a smaller white bag that seemed almost triangular in shape. A regular person would've been suffering under such a load but the Shibusen Meister paid it little mind. The assignment required both partners to experience each others' hobbies... and Theron didn't have many pursuits that qualified as 'hobbies'. Sure, he enjoyed good theater occasionally when he wanted to take his mind off other things, but that didn't really seem to fit the expectations. He could teach his partner horseback riding... if there were any horses within a day's trip of Death City, which there weren't. And that left just two things... ------------------------------------------- [/i][/ul] He hadn't been to his partner's apartment very often, a fact Theron realized as he stood outside the door and knocked. In fact, this would be his first time inside, wouldn't it? Without thinking he straightened up and took a deep breath. Where was this nervousness coming from? They'd just be doing homework together -- granted, some rather unusual homework, but there was nothing odd about this, right? |
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Post by nova on Sept 17, 2011 15:48:06 GMT -5
*knock knock knock*
The first one to respond out of the two currently occupying the apartment was Fox, who, at the sound of the noise, jumped down from Nova's lap and screamed as loud as she could at the front door. The excitable little puppy ran all across the laminate floor, her claws scratching against it, and jumped up at the door, whining at Nova who followed behind her Shiba closely. "Shh, calm down, you crazy animal." Nova laughed to herself, Fox stared at her, whining. She'd been getting better, and Nova was making some progress with her training, but Fox was one of few Shiba's who enjoyed having guests.
Nova knew Theron was probably more of a cat person, Schrödinger was enough proof of that, and she hoped the fluffy white fur ball hadn't followed him or there would be more then enough to keep her and her Meister occupied for the day. The Weapon scooped the red puppy in her arms before she opened the door, so the little rascal didn't run out and pester Theron too much. Seeing Theron on the other side made her smile subconsciously "By the looks of you, you'd think you were going on a desert trek." Nova beamed, Fox scrambling in her arms, trying in vein to get closer to the Romanian Prince, before she gave a short, high pitched scream. "Hehe, don't mind her, she's just excited to see you...I hope you don't mind dogs." As far a Nova knew people who had cats generally didn't like dogs, she hoped Theron wasn't dead set against her furry companion.
Welcoming him into the unusually clean apartment, Nova shut the door behind him, and popped Fox on the polished laminate flooring again. Immediately the puppy ran, claws clacking against the floor, slipping and sliding on its feet to get to Theron. It was quite a pitiful, yet amusing sight, to see something so small so intent on something, even if it was failing miserably. Nova just let the small dog be, hopefully she'd calm down sooner or later. "Anything you want before we get started? A drink or something?" It didn't feel right to just grab him and throw him into her art studio as soon as he walked in the door, he'd never really even been inside her apartment, after all. "Something tells me I'm going to have too much fun trying to turn you into a Masterful Artist!" |
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Post by theron on Sept 20, 2011 11:25:17 GMT -5
"By the looks of you, you'd think you were going on a desert trek. Hehe, don't mind her, she's just excited to see you...I hope you don't mind dogs."
Theron looked down at the energetic ball of fluff with a slightly amused expression. He hadn't been around dogs all that much in his life so, predictably, he knew little enough about them; by the same token, though, it wasn't hard to see the kind of charm Nova's pet had, even for a "dog novice" like himself. "No, not at all. She certainly is energetic." The Romanian remarked casually with a slight smile. It was good to have something less-than-serious to start this "homework" session off.
Stepping into the apartment, Theron was immediately struck by the sense of style and design built into the living space. Themes of red dominated, supported by a classy mix of white and black. It looked lived in (and recently cleaned), true, but he knew enough about his partner to guess that Nova had put her personal touch on much of the apartment's design... if not designed it herself. Certainly, this was a place that suited her well.
"Anything you want before we get started? A drink or something? Something tells me I'm going to have too much fun trying to turn you into a Masterful Artist!"
He forced out a nervous laugh -- masterful artist indeed. The young d'Metreon knew about a fair many things, but art wasn't one of them. That nervous feeling of stepping into unexplored territory nagged at the edges of his mind. He'd seen some of Nova's sketches once or twice and knew how good she was, and the silver ring around his neck was testament to the creative talents that ran in her family line. By comparison, Theron hadn't ever even tried his hand at art before a few hours ago and THAT had been a miserable failure.
And of course there was the flip side of this assignment to consider... but one thing at a time. They might not even get to doing that today.
"Just some water, perhaps with a bit of lemon if you have any." He said with a meekness that surprised even himself. Theron cleared his throat. "Sorry to bring so much with me; is there somewhere I can put these down?"
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Post by nova on Oct 17, 2011 14:20:24 GMT -5
Sometimes Nova couldn't help but chuckle at her partner. Always so proper, you could say, even around those who didn't care either way. His nervousness betrayed him in his laugh, and she smirked. Maybe he had the wrong concept of art, she'd try her best to see if she could dig out something in him. It depended on how willing he was to put his heart onto a canvas. A lot of people see art as one thing; what they've seen most others draw. But Nova came from a long line of Artists, art was something everyone could do if they tried hard enough. Found a style that suited them best. That's what she was going to try and do.
Nova turned on her heels towards the open kitchen and smiled "If that's all you want! And just dump it on the table or something. Somewhere Fox won't be able to reach." Her sing-song voice matched her sing-song mood. With a little skip in her step, the Chakram pulled a glass from a cupboard, having to step on tip toes. She'd put them here out of hope she might have grown a little taller. That plan had failed, obviously. Placing the glass on the counter, she pulled a knife from the draw. "There should be a lemon in the fruit bowl on the table, ya'mind throwin' it over here for us?" She asked over her shoulder. Fox had managed to gain on her Meister, and was trying her best to both get the young man's attention and make his life just that much more awkward, weaving all around him.
Now and then the puppy would try and jump up, before realising it was just too damn small, but powering on nonetheless, relentless in its efforts to hinder the Romanian Prince. "So, how you feelin' about to day? I'm a little nervous to be honest..." She pointed to the door on the other side of the room, with around three different locks on it, next to her bedroom. "No one else ever goes in there apart from me. You should feel privileged!" Nova commented in a chirpy manner, though just as serious. It was her only little space, that art studio, messy, colourful. Hidden away, you could find some darker parts of her soul, but you really had to look. You had to understand her own theory.
"If Fox is starting to annoy you, just give her a nudge with ya' foot, she should get the message. Though don't hurt her. I'll end you." The Demon Weapon gave a sly smile, an air of playfulness, but at the same time, you knew that you really, really didn't want to hurt that puppy.
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Post by theron on Jan 10, 2012 12:25:50 GMT -5
(OOC: I can't believe it's taken me this long to get back to this thread.  My sincerest apologies all over again for my long absence -- now, onward to RP!) The young Meister placed the bags down on the table, doing his best to step around the excited, and grabbed up the lemon Nova had indicated. He gave it a gentle toss towards his partner as he replied. "A private sanctuary, huh?" His eyes scanned over the locks, betraying a sense of the unexpected at the sight. "I'm... a bit surprised, actually. You're so outgoing that I never pegged you for the type who would lock things away like that." Realizing suddenly how the comment could be misconstrued, he quickly added "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Everyone should be allowed privacy if they want it. Are you sure you're okay with me going in?"He heard the advice about nudging the dog but decided against it, letting the little pup run free as it was wont, one part uncertainty about how gently to treat the dog and one part nervousness about "being ended". The thought crossed his mind that he could accidentally step on the little pooch if this kept up but he pushed it aside; he'd be careful, watch his step. He doubted Nova let Fox into the locked-up art studio anyways so he'd be free and clear once they stepped inside. "In all honesty... I think you've got a challenge on your hands Nova. I don't think I was born with an artistic bone in my body. I tried a sketch earlier and..." He ran a gloved hand through his hair, remembering just how awful that thing he'd created earlier was. "... let's just say you may need to start me on the basics. Probably the basics of the basics." |
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Post by nova on Jan 12, 2012 15:47:08 GMT -5
After filling the glass with cold water, Nova caught the fruit in her hand almost being too careful about how much she cut. She laughed at his comment about the 'private sanctuary', and yes it was true. She knew she wasn't the kind of person to keep things from people yet her soul was in that room, a few rarely saw it as clearly as it was in that room. Sometimes it even overwhelmed herself, the clashing of two parts of her. The good and the bad.
With the requested slice of lemon in drink she offered it too him with the regular smile. "Nahh, it's fine. I thought about it thoroughly, you are my Meister after all, I should be able to trust you." With the sound of her voice, Fox turned and started to attack her with and excited flurry of fluffy movement. Once again, Nova picked up the small dog who seemed to calm a little this time. Hopefully the puppy would just go to sleep or something when she left her in the apartment. She'd been all right thus far, but she was more excited than usual.
"In all honesty... I think you've got a challenge on your hands Nova. I don't think I was born with an artistic bone in my body. I tried a sketch earlier and...let's just say you may need to start me on the basics. Probably the basics of the basics." The weapon smiled up at her Meister "Art doesn't come from your bones, moron. It comes from your soul." It had been like she'd been waiting to use that line all her life, the smirk on her face was beaming. Nova tapped Fox on the nose and told her to settle down, before placing her on the floor again. The,little dog then proceeded to run out onto the balcony and start amusing herself with a rope-toy. Sorted.
"Just know that when we get in there. I don't doubt there will be things in there that...surprise you." Nova sighed to herself, and paused for a moment, before she walked to her school bag that laid kept by the door. "Also, I will advise you to take off your gloves..." She lent down, pulling a key from a pocket in the side of the bag. "It might not seem like much, but you must never be afraid of getting your hands dirty!" She stood up and pulled another two keys from her pocket that she'd dug up a few minutes before. The weapon looked at him with a sly grin. "So then...'ya ready or what?"
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Post by theron on Jan 21, 2012 18:07:05 GMT -5
Taking the water glass from her, Theron caught Nova's smile and reflected it with a slightly nervous one of his own, listening intently as she gently chided him and warned him about surprises. Her request about his gloves caught him a bit by surprise -- it had become a nigh-perpetual habit to wear them anytime he was out in public, partially to conceal the occasional scar that had found its way onto his hands over the years. Most of those were faded now, true... but for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on he still did so out of habit.
"So then...'ya ready or what?"
The Romanian took a sip from the glass and then, placing it gently on the table, removed his black finger gloves. On the palm of one hand was the scar from Fall River, freshest by far and yet to fade -- he couldn't help but glance at it as the glove came off, thinking briefly back to that night.
"...How's your hand, by the way? I mean, I was worried that the cut you got fending off Lizzie Borden might have affected your ability to do this sort of thing... just wasn't the biggest worry at the time, so I didn't mention it." He laid both gloves next to the water glass. "And, um... am I going to need an apron or smock for this? First-timer's worries and all." The awkward smile returned with the question.
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Post by nova on Feb 2, 2012 15:20:32 GMT -5
"...How's your hand, by the way? I mean, I was worried that the cut you got fending off Lizzie Borden might have affected your ability to do this sort of thing... just wasn't the biggest worry at the time, so I didn't mention it."
Nova was caught aback by the question for a short while, not quite sure where it came from before she gathered herself and continued on with a reply. "Oh, fine, fine. It's healed over now so it's not so much of a problem..." A chill ran up her spine at the memories of that night. It brightened her up to know she had one soul to the nom'd counter though. "Just 98 more souls to go after all!" She chimed in reference, smiling brightly.
Nova practically skipped over to the door, unlocking them one at a time, now very familiar with the keys and their matching locks. Fox had retired to the sofa, and was now looking back from her owner and her friend with an interested and curious gleam about her eyes.
As Nova opened the final lock, Theron asked a question that again caught her for a loop. "And, um... am I going to need an apron or smock for this? First-timer's worries and all." The door clicked open and swung inwards a few inches as she looked back at him, reaching into the door and pulled out a conventionally placed apron of sorts. In true style, she threw it at him, the puppy on the sofa trying it's best not to case it. "So fussy! Long ago I abandoned such things, but apparently some still reside in mah mighty cavern of wonders." The weapon opened the door, "Ready when you are!"
As prior preperation, two plain canvases settled at the end of the room on a pair of easels. The rooms itself had been white long ago, but Nova creative endeavours had made their mark all around the room. On one side, the canvases seemed relatively bright, an explosion of colour. It seemed like a vast range of styles and it was. From a weird abstract to minimal watercolour and ink portraits of no-one in particular. There was probably something of everything in here.
On the other side of the room, however, was a dust sheet. It was large, and spread over other paintings so they couldn't been seen. Nova herself casually passed them off as she came to the two canvases at the end of the room, hold her arms out above her. "Welcome to my mind!"
(OOC; Writing this makes me want happy Nova back! DXXXX) |
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Post by theron on Mar 27, 2012 12:09:38 GMT -5
"Welcome to my mind!"
The 'mighty cavern of wonders' was, no question, like stepping into a manifestation of Nova's own mind. The splashes of color on the floor, walls, and even ceiling spoke volumes about the energy and sometimes unrestrained intensity that went into the young Weapon's creativity, like some miniature whirlwind of color had become trapped in here... or -- and Theron couldn't help a nervous smile as the thought crossed his mind -- had trapped itself inside. And of course there was the distinct right and left sides of the room, bisecting it not altogether unlike the two halves of the brain. Those told perhaps the more interesting story, not only for what was on display... but for what clearly wasn't meant to be seen. As he tied the apron on over his outfit he couldn't help but steal a glance at that dust sheet, a curious expression hiding in the back of his gaze. They could have been anything -- unfinished works, paintings done with some kind of paint that reacted poorly to too much light, even pieces from other artists that Nova only looked at when searching for inspiration.
These were the excuses Theron told himself... to dispel the nagging suspicion that he knew why his partner would separate and conceal anything in this already secret, isolated room. But despite trying to reason it away, he couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind.
'...So, she has that side to her as well.'
He deliberately turned his attentions to the rest of the artistic sanctum, avoiding another glance at the 'other side' by fixing his attention on the two blank canvases set up. Following the brain metaphor these, then, were like two eyes, looking inward instead of out. Theron felt a slight dread as he took in those blank spaces that waited, ready to be born in an outpouring of colors and lines, and couldn't shake the feeling they were looking at him somehow.
Just waiting.
Waiting to judge him.
. . . Well, there was nothing for it now, he told himself. The young d'Metreon silently hoped Nova was a better teacher than he was student.
"...Your mind, huh?" He looked at Nova, half nervous, half resolved. "I suppose then, after this I'll understand you even more, Nova."
A practiced smile coming across his features, the young prince swept into a deliberately over-dramatic bow. "Very well then, maestro! Teach me; I stand ready to learn."
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Post by nova on Apr 19, 2012 14:35:13 GMT -5
It was hard to miss the curious eye cast to the other side of the room, dust-sheet covered and hidden. Nova didn't blame him. First off, this room was locked and secret. That was something beyond her personality to start with, and then, within the secret, there were more secrets. Definitely uncharacteristic of her. Noticing it and thinking over it, her smile drop for a few seconds before she gathered herself and beamed brightly again, closing the door so that Fox didn't decide to jump in on them and cause unnecessary hassle.
With the door shut, Nova moved back towards Theron as he looked around at the colour splattered walls and floors. Though Nova knew you didn't have to know how to draw any type of person with perfect anatomy to be a good artist, she did know that there were certain things you did have to know. Besides, a line on a canvas wasn't art, no matter how much someone might defend it.
Theron did something almost typical of him, bowing exaggerated and grinning. "Very well then, maestro! Teach me; I stand ready to learn." Nova giggled at his comment in a more playful manner than she would have wanted otherwise but it was just something to which she shouldn't pay much attention. "All right then...though there isn't really a lot to know..." She paused, turning towards the canvases, bending over to drag out a huge box of paints from behind them, getting on her knees to sort though the masses. Nova dragged the box out further and stood up. She stared at the large box for a while, before taking a breath, and hauling the thing up onto a desk at the side of the room.
The Demon weapon wiped her brow quickly and began to take tning's out in order. "Before we go into a quick run-off about colour Theory, I have four types of paints. Acrylic, Watercolour, Oil, and Metallic." Acrylics were in bottle-like tubes, same as the Oils and Metallics, while the Watercolours were in smaller tubes. "If were going to be doing this for the course of a week, then you can try all of them before we actually try getting you to paint, well, anything. I still recomend you stay away from Oils and Metallics. Oil is a pain and Metallics are too shiny, I use them for 'decoration', however, they do make a pretty pattern in water..." Nova gazed off for a moment, taking an off-route and slightly loosing track. There was silence for a moment...
...Before the weapon jumped back into life and clapped her hands together. "Now, Lesson Time!-" -Nova pulled out a piece of paper, slightly dirty with tints of paint, with a colour wheel and basic Colour Theory- "I'm not patronizing you with this, don't worry. You can probably tell that I use this from time-to-time." She handed it to Theron enthusiasticly, even though he was unlikely to share it. "Firstly, you really don't have to stick to Kandiskys' Colour Theory, you'll probably disagree with some of it, so make your own, I have mine, everyone has their own. We all react differently to colours, after all." It was something Nova had learn very early on from her Mother. The use of colour was epitomising in Art, if you wanted to do it seriously anyway. There comes a point where painting for the sake of making a mess and not really thinking about your message doesn't cut it.
"Another quick lesson; As I'm sure you know, the three colours in the middle of the Wheel are Primary, the ones above those when you mix any two, are Secondary, and above those are the more neglected 'Tertiary', what you would get in-between Primary and Secondary Colours." Then she paused again, eyes closed, looking rather knowledgeable. It took a moment for her to gain a more shocked and puzzled expression, and then she blushed a bright red, smiling awkwardly, almost pushing away her persona and taking on a wholly cute expression. "Oh crap, I'm sorry, I hope that made sense. I didn't realise I was talking so much... Uhhh..anyway! Questions?"
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Post by theron on Apr 25, 2012 10:34:52 GMT -5
Theron was very careful to hide his confusion behind a focused, intent look as he stared at the paper, taking it in. Color theory... the way colors are interpreted. He'd never really given much thought to such things before, mostly because he didn't really grasp that different shades, hues, and colors would register an... emotional appeal. To the young Romanian blue was blue, green was green, and red red -- altogether uncomplicated and direct. But as his mind chewed away at the concept he began to get an inkling that, perhaps, he understood it better than he'd thought.
He might not grasp the link between color and emotion, true, but that didn't mean color wasn't significant. Purple, white, and silver were, after all, the heraldic colors of the d'Metreon line; at some point in the past he remembered one of the servants who was tutoring him saying that purple was a regal color, associated with kings and dynasties for hundreds of years due to how expensive purple dyes had once been -- a show of wealth and station, in other words. He quickly read through the write-up on color theory again and, disregarding purple entirely (like Nova had said, his own 'theory' was already at odds with Kandiskys'), he began to draw up tenuous mental connections. Blue made some sense, as did yellow up to a point -- though somehow brown just seemed more obvious as an 'earth color'. Green seemed like an enigma, while the difference between light and middle red came off as more semantics than anything. White, black, and gray were by far the easiest to agree with... but by and large he didn't really feel any emotional connection to any of them.
Backtracking, Theron tried, and failed, to think more abstractly, like he had when he and Nova had managed their first Soul Resonance. Strangely, the only link he made color-wise was surprisingly close to home -- blue, the color of the turquoise ring Nova had given him at Christmas time -- and although he definitely felt something emotionally... he couldn't quite pin a word on it.
"Oh crap, I'm sorry, I hope that made sense. I didn't realise I was talking so much... Uhhh..anyway! Questions?"
"I... sort of, yes." Theron lied. He knew there was something there but he really, really didn't understand it. He rubbed his chin for a moment, trying to think outside the box, to distance himself from his own perspective, to...
And then, unexpectedly, a solution struck him. Nova understood this emotionally, while he was having trouble not over-rationalizing it. So maybe, just maybe...
"... Nova, I have a crazy idea -- something that might just help us learn from each other a little easier. I don't know if it'll work, but..."
"... maybe if we harmonize our soul wavelengths, I'll be able to feel a bit of what you do when you look at these colors -- see through your eyes, in a way. I don't know if you want to try it or not, but..." Where was this nervous hesitation coming from? A moment ago it had seemed like a brilliant idea, but now... now he was wondering if maybe, somehow, this approach to things wasn't... too personal... too...
Intimate.
"... Sorry, maybe it's not such a great idea." An unexpected blush came to his cheeks and he was doing a poor job of hiding it. "Maybe that'd be cheating on the assignment and, um... I don't want to put you on the spot or anything." To his own surprise Theron was getting genuinely flustered now, quite suddenly and unexpectedly.
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My sincerest apologies all over again for my long absence -- now, onward to RP!)