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Work the Mister Paintbrush
Work the Mister Paintbrush
Namineh
Legacy Name: Namineh
The
Chibi KumosOwner:
NamineAge: 12 years, 3 weeks, 4 days
Born: March 24th, 2012
Adopted: 12 years, 3 weeks, 4 days ago
Adopted: March 24th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 16
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 35
- Books Read: 35
- Food Eaten: 9
- Job: Underpaid Art Student Intern
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Namin�||"Namineh" is a fanpet of the Kingdom Hearts Series. Her, DiZ, Riku, Sora, Castle Oblivion, the Old Mansion and Twilight Town are copyright to Tetsuya Nomura.
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Credits:
Profile created byHPY
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Art:
I byFelicitas
II by User not found: wiimo
III by User not found: ryu the dragon
IV byCelebi
V (Old Overlay) byArticuno
Namin�||"Namineh" is a fanpet of the Kingdom Hearts Series. Her, DiZ, Riku, Sora, Castle Oblivion, the Old Mansion and Twilight Town are copyright to Tetsuya Nomura.
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Credits:
Profile created by
HPY~*~
Art:
I by
FelicitasII by User not found: wiimo
III by User not found: ryu the dragon
IV by
CelebiV (Old Overlay) by
ArticunoRumor had it that within the forests of a small town resting on the edge of eternal twilight there was an Old Mansion. Nobody remembered how long it had been standing there, or who had built it. The only way to access the abandoned building was an odd-shaped hole in the stone wall. The rusted gates were always closed shut. The officials of the town had pad-locked them for extra security with iron chains and a lock to which the key was forgotten, lost between files for the local tournaments and the towns' registries. The mansion was old and elegant, and yet most people preferred not to go near the area; There was one, wide window on the left side of the mansion with soft translucent curtains of white concealing whatever it was behind. The townspeople spoke of the room as one of the "Wonders of the Town"--given a specific day and a specific time that someone would go there, they could see a face in that window that would disappear upon a second glance. The children of Twilight Town, of course, made up their tales, talking about there being a witch who took over the mansion after eating its original residents and on occasion she would show her ugly face in the window to terrify the bad children who thought about trying to break into the mansion to vandalize it.
They would never know how far they were from the truth.
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The room itself was white. From the floors to the ceilings, the white tinged with icy blue decor seemed to permeate the last place that one would find its inhabitant. In comparison to the dusty chairs and cracked mirrors and muted crimson and gold and mahogany of the rest of the Old Mansion this one room was the most modern and well-kept. It had to be, for it was still being lived in, a memory from former days when its� pale inhabitant was a trapped not-princess in the Castle Oblivion. Delicate fingers pulled back the gossamer curtains that hid the outside world from where she was being hidden away, her free hand placing itself over where her heart would have been, had she been a true human. How long it had been since the Nobody (for that is what beings like her were called) had arrived here, forced to offer her talents to another, less caring individual? One who wanted the talents she possessed and then would probably rid himself of her due to his narrow-minded bias? She had no idea whatsoever. Time was insignificant unless he was the one who bothered, as he usually did. Art as delicate as what her talents possessed took time, and for the man who was seeing over her time could not be wasted--which meant she would have to work faster. The young girl sighed, stepping back from the curtain and pulling a strand of blond hair behind her ear in an absent-minded motion. There was no-one observing her window today, as she had expected. She assumed that they feared being here, for that was what he had said. The man who kept his face beneath the wraps, attempting to disguise himself after the mistakes he had made...he too said that she should not interfere with the daily life of the time. Said they would be scared of her. The young Nobody shook her head, picking up her sketchbook from the immaculate table. This room, her White Room, her sanctuary, she kept it clean aside from the pictures she procured from her previous prison. Where she was heading, however...
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She could draw the symbol on the library's table with her eyes closed now, remembering this time to back up as the illusion disappeared and the iron steps became visible. Ancient turned futuristic, her location steps away. Her sandal's footfalls rebounded on the metallic floors, and she tried to hush them as much as possible before they added to her arriving headache. Dark grey and black soon turned to white as the Nobody stepped through the entryway into her second sanctuary. Although this one could be easily entered, as she felt his presence forming in the dark portals behind her before she even made it thirteen feet into the room. She kept her gaze on the closest pod, its opaque 'petals' concealing its occupant, although his features were more than obvious in the pictures that lay in a scattered, organized (to her own intentions) mess in front of the structure. His friends, his traveling companions, the ones closest to him, the locations he had been...they were all being worked on here, in this room. This is where the true magic happened, where her skills truly took flight.
"Namineh."
The man's voice was deep, rich, belying the years he had been existing. The blonde Nobody stayed as she was, reluctant to move to face him. The sketchbook was resting against her side, unyielding to bend against the pristine fabric of her pure white dress--an irony, considering all she had previously done. The use of the soft 'h' was his way of a pet name, perhaps a way, in her mind, to sooth her guard down enough that she could be compliant with anything he asked.
"Namin�."His tone was more insistent this time around, more stern and proper. She took a quick moment to breath in and out, finally turning around to face the man in his bandaged face and flowing robes. What tan skin she could see was near his golden eyes, which narrowed down into her baby blue ones.
"DiZ--" She startedand then stopped herself before she could argue, her timid complex kicking in. She knew exactly how this would turn out. There was no way that she could really reach him; not before, not now. There was no point in arguing this time.
"What is the status on his memory restoration?" The man asked. She figured he would ask something like that. Namineh looked back at the pod, a thoughtful look flickering over her face.
"I...I think I have restored sixty percent, DiZ. I don't know the specifics...memory chains can�t be counted like that." She responded after being silent in thought. He crossed his arms.
"Well, keep going, then. Get to eighty-five percent, at least, by the end of the week. He has to have his memory restored completely before we can continue on, Namin�..." He left that hanging in the air as he left the room...closed the door and locked it.
Figures he would lock her in again. Like she would be able to go anywhere else...
The blonde shook her head, biting her lip as she looked back towards the boy in the pod. Twenty-five percent. That would take her, at the rate she worked and given her bouts of stamina...three and a half, maybe four days if she drew completely for twenty-four hours one day. It hurt her wrist to think about it. She was getting to the longer chains now, the more significant ones that would need more of her time. And she couldn't mess up now. There was so much on the line.
The Nobody finally placed herself at the base of all of her pictures. She flipped open the sketchbook, the new one she had gotten from DiZ's mysterious assistant after her old one was used up, and produced her coloring supplies from under a pile of papers.
She paused for a minute, the tension from the previous conversation disappearing as she thought about him and his silvery hair partially concealing his blindfold. She wondered if during this period of work and confinement he would visit her. She hoped he did, as she selected a brown utensil and began the first line on a crisp, new page. She'd need the company.
They would never know how far they were from the truth.
~
The room itself was white. From the floors to the ceilings, the white tinged with icy blue decor seemed to permeate the last place that one would find its inhabitant. In comparison to the dusty chairs and cracked mirrors and muted crimson and gold and mahogany of the rest of the Old Mansion this one room was the most modern and well-kept. It had to be, for it was still being lived in, a memory from former days when its� pale inhabitant was a trapped not-princess in the Castle Oblivion. Delicate fingers pulled back the gossamer curtains that hid the outside world from where she was being hidden away, her free hand placing itself over where her heart would have been, had she been a true human. How long it had been since the Nobody (for that is what beings like her were called) had arrived here, forced to offer her talents to another, less caring individual? One who wanted the talents she possessed and then would probably rid himself of her due to his narrow-minded bias? She had no idea whatsoever. Time was insignificant unless he was the one who bothered, as he usually did. Art as delicate as what her talents possessed took time, and for the man who was seeing over her time could not be wasted--which meant she would have to work faster. The young girl sighed, stepping back from the curtain and pulling a strand of blond hair behind her ear in an absent-minded motion. There was no-one observing her window today, as she had expected. She assumed that they feared being here, for that was what he had said. The man who kept his face beneath the wraps, attempting to disguise himself after the mistakes he had made...he too said that she should not interfere with the daily life of the time. Said they would be scared of her. The young Nobody shook her head, picking up her sketchbook from the immaculate table. This room, her White Room, her sanctuary, she kept it clean aside from the pictures she procured from her previous prison. Where she was heading, however...
~
She could draw the symbol on the library's table with her eyes closed now, remembering this time to back up as the illusion disappeared and the iron steps became visible. Ancient turned futuristic, her location steps away. Her sandal's footfalls rebounded on the metallic floors, and she tried to hush them as much as possible before they added to her arriving headache. Dark grey and black soon turned to white as the Nobody stepped through the entryway into her second sanctuary. Although this one could be easily entered, as she felt his presence forming in the dark portals behind her before she even made it thirteen feet into the room. She kept her gaze on the closest pod, its opaque 'petals' concealing its occupant, although his features were more than obvious in the pictures that lay in a scattered, organized (to her own intentions) mess in front of the structure. His friends, his traveling companions, the ones closest to him, the locations he had been...they were all being worked on here, in this room. This is where the true magic happened, where her skills truly took flight.
"Namineh."
The man's voice was deep, rich, belying the years he had been existing. The blonde Nobody stayed as she was, reluctant to move to face him. The sketchbook was resting against her side, unyielding to bend against the pristine fabric of her pure white dress--an irony, considering all she had previously done. The use of the soft 'h' was his way of a pet name, perhaps a way, in her mind, to sooth her guard down enough that she could be compliant with anything he asked.
"Namin�."His tone was more insistent this time around, more stern and proper. She took a quick moment to breath in and out, finally turning around to face the man in his bandaged face and flowing robes. What tan skin she could see was near his golden eyes, which narrowed down into her baby blue ones.
"DiZ--" She startedand then stopped herself before she could argue, her timid complex kicking in. She knew exactly how this would turn out. There was no way that she could really reach him; not before, not now. There was no point in arguing this time.
"What is the status on his memory restoration?" The man asked. She figured he would ask something like that. Namineh looked back at the pod, a thoughtful look flickering over her face.
"I...I think I have restored sixty percent, DiZ. I don't know the specifics...memory chains can�t be counted like that." She responded after being silent in thought. He crossed his arms.
"Well, keep going, then. Get to eighty-five percent, at least, by the end of the week. He has to have his memory restored completely before we can continue on, Namin�..." He left that hanging in the air as he left the room...closed the door and locked it.
Figures he would lock her in again. Like she would be able to go anywhere else...
The blonde shook her head, biting her lip as she looked back towards the boy in the pod. Twenty-five percent. That would take her, at the rate she worked and given her bouts of stamina...three and a half, maybe four days if she drew completely for twenty-four hours one day. It hurt her wrist to think about it. She was getting to the longer chains now, the more significant ones that would need more of her time. And she couldn't mess up now. There was so much on the line.
The Nobody finally placed herself at the base of all of her pictures. She flipped open the sketchbook, the new one she had gotten from DiZ's mysterious assistant after her old one was used up, and produced her coloring supplies from under a pile of papers.
She paused for a minute, the tension from the previous conversation disappearing as she thought about him and his silvery hair partially concealing his blindfold. She wondered if during this period of work and confinement he would visit her. She hoped he did, as she selected a brown utensil and began the first line on a crisp, new page. She'd need the company.
Pet Treasure
Discarded Sketches
Fallen Stars
Cherry Blossoms
Bottled Star
Jar of Paper Stars
Moon Fruit
Murder She Ate
Box of Crayons
Star Fruit
A Fairy Tale
Angel Plushie
Blonde Memory Manipulator Locks
Sketch Book
Box of Crayons
Brown Colored Pencil
Pet Friends
Way to the Dawn
...Thank you, Riku. I'm...doing the best I can.