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Post by Squish|Flint on Jun 28, 2010 20:34:33 GMT -5
[shadow=black,down,300]Welcome [/size][/font][/color][/shadow] Listen up folks~! Your character, or characters, have been invited to –you guessed it- a speed dating event. It doesn’t matter where or when your characters came from, as they have all been sucked out of there dimensions and placed in this ambiguous planet. That’s old news though. Your characters should have received the invitation the day before yesterday, and should be either putting on the finishing touches to their appearance, one their way, or already there. Where is ‘there’ you ask? It’s a high class restaurant that has been rented out by the host of this event. Lory Takarada. The love-obsessed President of LME . Post your Characters arriving at the restaurant and taking a place anywhere at the evenly-spaced tables for two. Lory will announce the pairings after they arrive so it doesn’t matter where they sit or stand for now. So it begins~! [/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jun 28, 2010 20:40:16 GMT -5
Kitsu and Charon Harmonis and Cyriaque Shiori and Arly Ghost and Sephoria Simon and Troy Alexis and Calypso Killian and Soraja Brand and Aurora
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jun 28, 2010 22:10:36 GMT -5
Calypso[/font][/size] Well this certainly wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when she thought of things she would be doing on an average night. It didn’t even break the first hundred things she would be doing. But here she was, on her way to a venue where speed dating would occur. Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked, her cool eyes flickering over the horizon. The sun was setting, casting an amalgamation of colours over the sky, as if the sun had set fire to the clouds. She looked down at the flashing, obnoxiously high-class restaurant she had been called to and almost considered turning around and going home. But, despite herself, she was curious. Why was this event taking place? Who else was invited? Just a couple questions that drifted through her mind as she smoothly glided through the double doors. The set up was extravagent. Pure white table clothes made of the finest materials, ornate chairs, and crystal goblets. Again, Calypso eyed the door. But she carried on, sitting just a bit left of the centre tables, crossing one leg over the other, her elbow sitting on the arm rest while her chinwas placed on the back of her hand. Even wearing jeans she looked like royalty, her tawny hair tumbling over her shoulders. Let's see if this event could hold her attention. [/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Why was he here again? He couldn’t remember. He thought it kinda funny at first, but now he couldn’t seem to remember why it was funny. he was currently standing in a shaded corner of the place where the speed dating was supposed to be held, his black wings tucked behind him as close as they would go, which never seemed to be close enough. His left hand lifted, absently scraping an itch on his abdomen. When something cold brushed his stomach he looked down, but found it was only his chain. The free end dangled, the chain itself about half a foot long, the metal always cold, no matter how long it had been in contact with his skin. His manacle glittering blackly in the darkness. He glared at it, the corner of his lip rising in distaste, but he banished his hatred for the dreaded item and the leathery wings. Now was not the time. Though what it was time for, Troy didn't really understand himself. As the first few people began to arrive, he brushed his brown hair out of his eyes, onyl for it to fall back into place. " Well.... here it goes...." [/color][/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] If anything, this was going to be fun. People put into a room, forced to interact with each other under the influence of Lory Takarada? It would be amusing at the very least. She had met the man on a couple of occasions, and speaking with him was quite the event. He had quite the look on love, intending to spread love whereever he went. Quite the man on a mission. Not present at the moment, but he would show up. Entrances were his specialty. Soraja had been the first to arrive, having been familiar with the host and almost excited for the event. If nothing, she would at least meet some new, hopefully pleasent people. Her yellow halter tube tobe was accompanid by black leggings, her silver tresses shimmering like molten metal, her golden eyes glowing with amusement. She took note of the man who entered the bulding and seemed to materialize into nothingness, and then the golden female who entered later, taking a seat just a bit left of her own. Soraja sat at the center table, glass of water already to her lips, pink tongue swiping over her bottom lip to catch any crystaline droplets that may have escaped. So it begins. [/blockquote] Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja [/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jun 29, 2010 15:26:14 GMT -5
(( this is the only post for this rp that is gonna be anything like this))
BANG! the door to the restaurant was kicked open by what originally appears to be a very rowdy group of young men. What gave away that these young men were not intentionally being rowdy at all. As they steppd inside they dropped their fifth member to the floor. "You couldn't fucking do that gently, I'll kill you all before the night is through..." Ghost spoke vehemently at the group of boys, he knew them well, they were... interdimensional room mates as it were. "Oh suck it up, it'll be fun." as Kitsu spoke his tail wagged excitedly. "I think you twisted my elbow! You bastard." Brand was simply over acting, already having fun with the night. "of course if you had just fucking come with us willingly..." Cy let his thoughts trail off as he looked around the room, eventually leading the group to the bar. "The rude one is right, just let loose for once." Lian spoke gently, not really caring if he was heard, ordering mead and recieving a funny look as he stepped up to the bar. Cy fixed Lian's order and turned to face the tables.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jun 29, 2010 16:07:01 GMT -5
Aralia Some times it was nice to get out. Aralia certainly didn’t get the chance often. She hadn’t much dressed up or anything, still the same old one-sleeved shirt and her pair of jeans. Her hat and glasses were, of course, totally immovable, and though it was drawing-down-dark outside, it did little to impair her vision.
Her mood was fairly good when she stepped inside the building, and she quickly noticed the elaborate set-up, and the few people around. Looking at the tables, she felt a little out of place, but just as quickly decided she didn’t really care, and wasn’t about to waste the effort trying to.
She saw a bunch of guys throw the one and only Ghost to the ground, and grinned. “Hey, Ghosty, having fun yet?” She asked, tipping her hat to him and the other young men she assumed were his roommates.
Alexis Why, God, why did fate have to be so, so cruel? Where was Tom when she needed him?! Oh, yeah, sick at home with the fucking flu! Great, just motherfucking great! Her jerkass of a twin (beloved though he honestly was) just had to be sick, so she had to do this herself! Of course, the likelihood of all of this bullshit backfiring spectacularly was ridiculously fucking high. She was NOT the people-person of their two-part fucking set-up. That was Tom. Tom who had the charms to get not only every chick swooning over him, but just about ever dude as well. People is just not what Alexis did.
So, needless to say she entered the building with a stormcloud over her head, her chin lowered to nearly to the collar of her t-shirt and her eyes narrowed and found the least inconspicuous spot to lean on an nurse her eternal bad mood. She was here for work. To see what sort of information she could get for the magazine. All she has to do is breathe and she’ll be fine. Think of gears and programming…and not how she doesn’t smell like engine oil, which was so fucking weird, and she smells like vanilla instead and all it is doing is making her want to eat cake.
This was going to be a fucking disaster.
Simon Simon was excited. Nervous, but excited. This entire concept was something completely new to him, and the thought of meeting so many new people at once was both thrilling and scary. Simon had learned that while not all people were nice, most people were decent, and that certainly made his own day-to-day troubles easier to deal with.
So, with a bit of a shiver, he opened the door to the restaurant and looked around. Already, many people were milling about, apparently not doing much. The readings weren’t bad; some boredom, some annoyance, but mostly good things, if a little bit of confusion (and the one really angry woman, who would probably give him a headache if she didn’t lighten up) That’s good. He was probably on time then. He pulled his jacket a little tighter around him, and promptly tripped through the door. Blushing madly in embarrassment, he meekly closed it behind himself, and looked for a place to wait.Charon What a fantastic evening.
There were no words for Charon’s entrance other than to say he waltzed through the door, a smile on his face and thoroughly looking forward to the evening ahead of himself. Even if he didn’t actually take anyone home (which was a fairly likely prospect; he was oddly lucky in that respect, but not invulnerable to denial), at least he would have the chance for a few lovely chats, and hopefully some decent eye candy. It was good for the soul, you know.
Oh, and if the first glance didn’t give him a good healthy dose of it! Quite the women, it seemed… one rather handsome fellow wearing not a whole lot was always, always a bonus. Charon knew better than to stare, politeness was very important to him, but he did smile at the man, a friendly, open grin with his intentions clearly stated in it; he was here to make other people smile, too.
Upon seeing Brand, of course, Charon winked and gave a bit of a wave. How wonderful; his favourite target just so happened to be here too.
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Jun 29, 2010 18:48:53 GMT -5
Shiori {outfit} [/right] Her ribbon-tied feet glided across the floor till she reached the designated area. Blue eyes scanned the area, deeming it acceptable to enter without fear. Not too sure what to expect, or whom to expect, Shiori was slightly guarded. 'Just relax and enjoy,' she told herself, 'worst comes to worst, someone will be severly injured and Vielle will be happy.' She opened the doors and looked at all the people there, all of them equally stunning in their own way. Drifting to the shadow, Shi sat down and waited for the event to begin. Aurora Aurora sighed. It was always like her to get sucked into her sister's plan. Celeste thought that Aurora needed to interact more and convinced her to accept the invitation from the President of LME. Knowing Celeste, Aurora would've been forced into going whether she wanted to go or not, hence accepting the invite. Her boots barely made a sound as she shuffled towards the door. Pulling her earphones out, she walked in, and surveyed the crowd. There were a few people scattered here and there, and a group of un-intentionally rowdy boys, all who appeared to know one another. Although wanting to talk to some of these strangers, Aurora merely did what most of the people there were doing, waiting. [/size] Harmonis {outfit} Harmonis pushed the doors and strutted in. She was extremely excited, after all, it never hurts to meet people, 'especially these c-ute people!' There were a good amount of people there, both male and female, some human some not. That did not matter to her however, Harm enjoyed people all the same. Looking around she found a few attractive men and women alike; one of the men being shirtless. Giving him a harmless smile and a small wave, she walked over to potential new target, a blond-haired male. ' I'd like to sink my claws into him,' she approached him with confidence. Tapping him on his shoulder, she waited till he turned around to make her first statement of the night. "Oh I'm sorry, you look like the man from my dreams " [/size] Sephoria Sephoria walked to the restaurant, her heels making a clicking noise behind her. When she received and invitation from LME's president, she wasn't too surprised. Knowing Lory personally, it was only time before he decided to pull something like this. Seph didn't mind events like this, she enjoyed finding things in common with strangers and could tolerate humans unlike many of her own kind, but that didn't matter at the moment. She sat down at one of the stools at the bar and ordered a rum and coke. Discreetly slipping in a blood tablet, she drank all the rum in one gulp without anyone noticing. While she could control her bloodlust, there was never any harm to take precaution. Nodding her head at the other people at the bar, she turned towards the area she assumed Lory would make his grand entrance and waited. [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jun 29, 2010 23:36:59 GMT -5
The Host: Lory Takarada [/size][/font] Excellent. Everything was going just perfectly. Everyone was showing up. Just a few more people and...there they were. This gathering of people seriously needed love in their life~! How they could’ve gotten this far without finding love was a mystery to the man. He had also invited those who were overly flirtatious. They would help liven things up and hopefully find someone to cool their heels. There were some tough cases out there, but hopefully this outing would crack the casing around their hearts, even if it was only a little. Well, now that everyone was in attendance... it was time to get this show on the road. A signal from him cut the lights, everything plunging into blackness for a moment before the flashing spotlights whirled around the room in a frenzy. They all eventually focused on raised stage area that was normally used for the live performances held in the restaurant while the customers ate.
Female dancers shimmed and shook their way onto stage, wearing feathery and exotic outfits as their hips quickly gyrated to the fast paced music. There was a BANG and a cloud of smoke, the music and dancing stopping and the main lights flickering on again. When the smoke cleared, an extravagantly dressed man remained, throwing his wide rimmed hat somewhere behind him as he exclaimed in his deep, velvety voice, “Welcome, Guests~! My name is Lory Takarada and I will be your host for this evening. Tonight, we delve into the world of instant connections and love at first sight!” [/color] he flashed his signature, megawatt smile. “So listen and learn my children, so no one strays off the path I have so carefully laid out for you. In a moment I will read out the pairings for the first round of this event. And then you shall get SEVEN MINUTES (POSTS) With your assigned partner, derived from the game “seven minutes in heaven.” Ahh the nostalgia. After your seven minutes I will call out the next group of pairs, and then you will get another seven minutes. Got it? Good. Now.... will my lovely ladies please bring out the Cards?”[/color] From the Kitchens, a stream of girls holding a single silver platter each. A triangular card rested in the centre of each platter. “Alright then! Here are the pairs! At table one we have Harmonis and Charon”[/color] As he spoke, the scantily clad woman place the card resting on the table, stating its number and the people sitting at it. It continued this way. “At table two we have Ghost and Simon. Table three is Alexis and Kitsu. Table four holds Killian and Sephoria. At table five we have Shiori and Troy. Table six contains Cyriaque and Calypso. Table seven will be Brand and Soraja And finally, at table number eight we have Arly and Aurora.”[/color] Lory looked around, satisfied as the last card was placed on the table. “Now remember~! You only have seven minutes to talk with your partner so make the most of it. This is a night of romance AND friendship. Make sure not to glomp, kiss, neck or fondle your partner without assent.... unless, that is, you just can’t help yourself.”[/color] And on that note, the tall man clapped his hands together, and archly declared, “ BEGIN!”[/color] [/sub][/blockquote] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso vaguely took notice of the people as they filed through the door. She needn’t go into great detail now, as she would be meeting each of them later. Her ears caught the loud arrival of a group of young men but she quickly dismissed them. It was no concern of hers. The next few people who walked in made considerable less noise. Thankfully no one approached her before the time allotted to her was set in place. Despite her curiosity, she really just wanted to get this over and done with. She rarely did social experiments but it would appear this one had the potential to at least be not as painful as the others were. But it also could easily be even more difficult to deal with. Only time could tell. It was then the ‘grand’ entrance began, the seizure-inducing lights a prelude to the dancers and their sparkling outfits. Then came the man himself. Lory Takarada. Calypso was only mildly impressed, more pondering the fact that there were actually people who lived like that. Hmm. These dimensions were full of surprises.
The femme listened carefully to his instructions, or more, listened to the parts that actually contained useful information. When her name was called, and woman in barely-there clothes placed a card on her table. It read “ Table six: Cyriaque&Calypso”. Hmmm. It would appear she was exactly where she needed to be. Lucky for her. She remained unchanged throughout the spectacle. Her legs crossed, her chin resting on the back of her hand. Cyriaque was it? She mildly wondered who he was, but it would be revealed soon enough. Her steel eyes glittered, cool and collected. Alright then... let’s see how this event would fair in the eyes of Apathy. [/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] It would appear Troy, despite trying to hide in a corner, was attracting some attention. A male was the first to smile in his direction, which he responded by shoving his hand in his pockets and offering him a nod of his head. The second was a female who added a wave. Thankfully she turned toward the other male before he had been expected to respond. Troy sighed and dropped his head, hair falling over his onyx eyes. He didn’t know what to think of the event so far, but seeing as it hadn’t even begun yet he couldn’t judge. Something told him it was at least going to be eventful. His gut had been correct, as the lights cut not a moment after. He straightened, pushing of the wall sharply. He could see in the dark, but the flashing lights were disorienting. His eyes scanned the people on the floor, looking out for anyone who might have fallen or something. Guardian instincts. After Lory introduced himself, and Troy was sure no one was in immediate peril, he relaxed against the wall again, wing tucked out of sight behind him.
He shook his head at the manner of their host. He was certainly lively. The ‘seven minutes in heaven’ reference was met with rolled eyes, though it struck a faint sense of nostalgia in him. Oh... what he would give to be in Paradise again. But he couldn’t continue that train of thought, as names were being read out now and he had to pay attention. Table five huh? He wondered who Shiori was. Oh well. He’d meet them soon enough. He moved away from the wall, striding into plain sight, relaxing his wings slightly so it wasn’t too obvious he was trying to hide them. He took the chair that lacked armrests, turning it around so he straddled it the wrong way, so he wouldn’t have to sit awkwardly thanks to his leathery appendages. They flared grandly behind him once before settling onto his back. This way, the back of the chair hide most of his torso as well, giving the illusion of modesty. Not that he was self-conscious. Just more for the comfort of whoever sat opposite to him. It couldn’t be comfortable speaking with a half-naked demon. His manacle clinked as it rested on the back of the chair, forever reminding him of his past mistakes. Troy sighed, the black eyes only barely visible behind his hair sliding closed. [/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja sat in her chair, patiently waiting for all the other attendees to arrive. The ruckus had caught her attention, but she smiled, shaking her head indulgently. A few more people walked in, some even tripping, some more flirtatious than others. So these were the people Lory had chosen. Well he certainly had odd taste. After all, she had been chosen as well. While the picking of people might have seemed random to everyone, herself included, she was sure he had some sort of convoluted reasoning behind it. Probably something to do with love, if prior knowledge served as any hint. Soraja counted the people present. 16 people. 8 tables. Hmmm. That meant any minute now... Soraja could’ve counted down the seconds. Not a moment after the thought than the lights were suddenly switched off and the ritual entrance was set in motion. She had seen so many of them by now she was desensitized. Since she knew what was happening, she tuned of the high-energy welcome, dwelling on the far past. Male scents covered the room, but the temptation was easily thwarted.
Her name caught her attention, her golden eyes swivelling, catching the card placed on the table not far from hers. She stood, drifting over the table and taking a seat. With a sort of lazy grace, she lifted the card with two fingers, her honey-tinted orbs scanning over the stiff paper. Brand. That was the name of her first pair. She returned the card to its rightful place, dainty hands pulling up and away, pushing a strand of molten silver hair behind her ear. It was meaningless preening; a habit she didn’t care enough to break. If nothing else she was going to meet new people... possible friends. Or at the least allies. She was a lonesome creature, and she hoped this time she wouldn’t chase away the company she sought.
Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja [/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jul 4, 2010 15:30:45 GMT -5
Ghost: "can't fucking believe... Who's fucking bright idea..." He grumbled angrily as he sat down across from simon, staring at him for a second before beginning to cuss more. "A fucking dude?! of course it's a dude, fuck me sideways next I'll get a dog..." after a moment or two Ghost finally calms down and decides to give the young man a bit of a break. "sorry I was brought here against my will, I'm Ghost." he extends his hand across the table to simon. "and for the record I'm straight..."
Kitsu: "Hi!" Kitsu was practically bouncing as he sat down across from Alexis, a big goofy grin spread over his face, his ears twitching at every little sound. "My name is Kitsune Kyuubi, Kitsu for short." his Tail wagged almost in a manic fashion as he looked around the room, if he was the kind to pant he would be doing so now. it was clear he was incredibly excited. "so Tell me Alexis what do you do for fun? I like to spar and run around."
Killian:
Killian sat across from Sephoria quietly, choosing to wait for her to speak first. he sat, hands foled in front of him a small smirk on his face in response to Ghost's Ranting and raving. He was glad his friends had come with him, even if one came by force. Tonight would prove interesting. He nods Gently towards Sephoria as if asking her to spill her secrets to him, though in his mind he was just being courtious.
Cyriaque:
Cy pulled out the chair and spun it around crossing his arms atop the back of the chair and resting his chin on his wrists. "I'm Cyriaque, Cy works too." Cy's trade mark smirk adorned his face as always as he lit a joint and took a huge puff. "what say we take off? I'm bored of this place already" He wasn't being entirely truthful but he wanted to push buttons tonight, he was itching for something weird or interesting to happen.
Brand: "Soraja right? I'm Brand, I have magic." Brands speech pattern was a little awkward but usually he wasn't surrounded by anyone but other magic users in a diner. "Bit weird this eh?" he chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. "why the hell am I nervous, wish I had my tome..."
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jul 4, 2010 17:18:59 GMT -5
Aralia Flashing lights made sunglasses so wonderfully useful. Not as though she ever took them off, but still, in this case it was rather beneficial she had them on. It also let her check out the dancers without bothering anyone (hey, if you’re going to wear that, you’re basically asking for it).
So, she was table eight, eh? Well, alright, then. With something called an Aurora. Probably a chick name. Not that she minded; spending so much time around Ghosty and Sharde, mean that that talking to another woman (or several!) would be fantastic! It was with a cheerful, relaxed disposition that Aralia went to find her table, already seeing a woman sitting there. She was pretty, and looked friendly enough. Definitely looked worth talking to, which meant Aralia was in a bit of luck.
“Hey, there.” She said, sitting down across from the woman she assumed was Aurora. “It’s nice to meet you.” Aralia held out one of her hands overtop of the table.Alexis Oh, with the flashing lights and the smoke and the overdramatics! Needless to say, it did very little to improve Alexis’ mood. Not even the women (who were really not so bad) could improve her scowl. Table three, was it? Fine. Now why did they need to waste all of the time and money they just did in order to fucking tell them that?! What a fucking waste….
Her eyes on her brown, scuffed running shoes, Alexis meandered over to the table in question, pushing her glasses up with the back of her hand by reason of habit. It was barely a moment after that when the table’s other occupant practically bounced over. His demeanor did very little to improve her mood (though she grudgingly admitted that he was a little cute), and she answered him after a moment’s thought, “I like to build stuff. Stuff with gears.”
Simon Simon managed not to fall over when the lights started by grabbing on to the wall. It was all a little flashy and loud, but he knew that the presenter was just, well, like that. Even in his head everything was flashy and loud. He was a showman. When the madness died down, Simon set off to find his spot.
Ghost? What a strange name. Not the strangest Simon had ever heard, but still unusual. What had the table number been? Table two, he was pretty sure. Thank goodness for the cards. Simon shuffled over to the table where the other young man sat and peeked at the card placed on it. Yes, indeed, this was his spot.
He took off his sizable coat and folded it carefully over the back of his chair before sitting down, his hands folded in front of him on his lap, looking shyly between the table and the young man at the other side of it. Simon was sure he didn’t need to be empathic to realize that Ghost didn’t want to be there; the swearing made it pretty obvious, and Simon turned a darker shade of red due to the swearing being partly about him. He could feel the beginning of a headache already.
“Yes, I know…” Simon replied softly, shaking Ghost’s hand with the same nervousness he had displayed since he had sat down. “My name is Simon. It’s nice to meet you…”
Charon “Oh, I do hope it was a good dream.” Charon surveyed the woman in front of him with a complete lack of shame, smiling charmingly as he spoke, “I would have hated to give someone so lovely a terrible impression before I’d even had a chance. If that’s the case, would you be so kind as to let me make it up to you?” She really was rather stunning, but Charon knew better than to judge off of only looks.
Beautiful neither meant good, nor harmless, and he had met people in whom it meant neither. Part of him almost hoped someone here fit that mold, for a bit of a challenge, but if not, well, that still left many wonderful candidates for him to enjoy his time with. When the craziness started, Charon simply let it go, not taking much of it in. It was no chore keeping his eyes off the dancers, either; it would give a bad impression to the woman he was talking to, and they weren’t likely to be part of this, anyways, which would have made it a useless endeavor.
Harmonis. What a lovely name. Probably feminine, which lead him to mentally survey the women his eyes had surveyed earlier. All but one would have been a fantastic match, and double that if it, by some miracle, happened to be the very woman he had been talking to. Not like he knew either way, not yet. He shrugged, still smiling to the woman, before going to find his table, and dropping down to sit, perfectly relaxed, in his chair.
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Jul 5, 2010 13:07:17 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori was glad she was sitting on the floor when the fancy show started. The lights blinded her for a moment, and there was potential for her to fall. Listening to the event, which was Seven Minutes, Shiori was curious and slightly excited. After all, she heard of these type of events as a child but was never allowed to experience them. Listening for her name, she stood up and glided to table five where she was expected to be, and to meet her partner Troy. Approaching the table, she saw a man, no, a remorseful angel sitting there, with someone like her as his first partner. Shiori blushed at his beauty, but forced that down in awe of his wings. Sitting down beside him, she kept her head down, still in awe. She stuck her hand out, I'm Shiori, nice to meet you. Um...your wings are beautiful, ma-may I touch them?" Aurora Aurora giggled at the entrance of their host. He remind her of Celeste, with his exuberant nature and overall happiness and love. Hearing her name called out, as well as the name 'Arly' and 'Table eight' she headed to her designated spot. Aurora was excited for this Seven Minutes, if the people aren't that bad, she might have fun. And if she has fun and makes friends, maybe Celeste will be pleased (and stop threatening to steal her cat!). 'I suppose it wouldn't hurt to make more friends...' [/b] Aurora went and sat at the table, placing her bag down, a mini meow coming out of it. Looking around, she saw a person coming towards the table, who was probably 'Arly'. Looking at the hand gestured towards her, Aurora shook it, and giggled, "I'm Aurora, it's nice to meet you," and hearing the meow, Aurora smiled, "and that's my kitten who decided that I should not be left alone. So what do you enjoy? I'm guessing it's not the light?" she giggled again, indicating that she was just joking with Arly.[/right][/size] Harmonis Harmonis listened to the man in front of her. He was just the most impressive thing that she had laid her eyes upon. "Well, you did leave a good impression in my dreams, but I suppose you have to prove whether my dream was right or wrong." When the lights went off Harmonis sighed, she wanted to talk to the stranger a little bit more. He seemed interesting, charming, and fun to be with, 'Not to mention delectable, yum!' Ohhh, table one, and with a character named Charon. She secretly hoped it was the stranger she was talking to, prior the darkness and light show. Waiting for everyone to move first, she stared at her table till...It was him!! Strutting over to him, she took the chair from one side, and brought it over, to the side Charon was on. Placing it beside him, she rotated his chair {using her magic} and placed herself on her seat...him. "So your name's Charon? Mine's Harmonis, but you can call me Harm if I can call you Char So tell me, how much would I have to convince you to let me take you home for the night?" [/size] Sephoria Sephoria finished another drink while taking in Lory's grand entrance. She shook her head, always above the top, that one is. Ah well, at least it wasn't a pirate ship this time. Grabbing another drink, she headed over to her table. Alcohol barely had an effect on her system, and combined with her high tolerance, it was virtually impossible to get her drunk. Looking at the table, there was already someone sitting there waiting for her. Sitting across from her partner, she understood his silent gesture of her to speak first. "I'm Sephoria, I like to fight, and I know the host of this event, how's it goin?" She placed a grin on her face and stuck her hand out. "I'm in the mood for sparring and another drink," she looked down at her once again empty drink, "wanna spar?" [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jul 5, 2010 17:09:15 GMT -5
Six Minutes Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Well...that was fast. The male who had been partnered to her in the first round came up not long after the names were announced. He grabbed the chair, twisted it with a flourish, and then sat down restating his name and an allowed nickname. “And you may call me Calypso.” [/color] Her steel eyes drifted to his green ones, vaguely recognizing him as one of the males who had made a loud entrance. The next statement actually threw her for a loop. She quirked an arching eyebrow at him. It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard the line before. God knew how many times people had tried taking her home, or at least some darkened alley. But in this context, and so early in the game as well, it was..... amusing. She moved, uncrossing her legs and then leaning forward. She rested both elbows on the edge of the table, interlocking her fingers and then placing her chin on her knuckles. His smirk told her he wasn’t really being serious, an almost flippant tone to his voice. “You tire of this place already? No one here...appeals to you?”[/color] she asked, mild amusement colouring her molten voice. There were people with ears, wings. Short hair, log hair, red hair and silver hair. Surely one of these people tickled the man’s fancy. Unfortunately for him, Calypso wasn’t so easily wound up. He was going to have to try a lot harder to get a reaction from this femme.[/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] The bustle of everyone moving to their seats drowned out everything for a time, and the slow murmurs of people starting their seven minutes of conversation. He missed the soft steps that approached, but not the gentle scrape of the chair or the mild voice that addressed him. At the sound of it, Troy’s black eyes flickered open, the dark orbs capturing her blue ones. She was so... delicate. It was the first word that came to mind. His gaze caught her offered hand, and he moved his own, his right, un-manacled one, to lightly grasp her. “Troy.” [/color] So tiny. One wrong move and he could break her hand. He released her, bringing back his hand to push his hair out of his eyes again, only for it to fall back once more. At her question he froze a moment, eyes locked on hers. Beautiful? To Troy, his wings were an ugly reminder of what he had done, and what he had given up. But perhaps he couldn’t see their handsome edges because he was biased. He flared them once, as if testing them, the supple leather stretching and easily catching air. He seemed hesitant, but he wasn’t about to deny the petite girl infront of him anything. He didn’t have the right. So, in silent acceptance, he stretched one of his wings forward, the black appendage creeping close enough to Shiori so she could touch it’s smooth, warm surface. Troy kept his eyes focused on the table.[/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] The man across from her seemed....nervous.
Soraja stopped herself from squirming. Her Siren mind was at work. Nervous, skittish prey was easily frightened prey. Good prey. But she pushed it down, a friendly smile on her face. “Yes, I’m Soraja.” [/color] Oh, a magic user huh? Well that was interesting. She chuckled softly at his query, her quiet laughter like hushed chimes. “It is rather strange, isn’t it. Lory is rather... eccentric.”[/color] She offered, bemused smile tugging at her red lips. She idly ran her fingers over the beads at her collar, as they ran along the cords that held up her shirt. Her golden eyes sparked subtly as she spoke again, melodious voice ringing clear. “I’m curious... how does your magic work? Do you need incantations or objects and the like?”[/color] It was an open question, one he was free to ignore. Just simple interest of the subject on Soraja’s part. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jul 5, 2010 19:41:28 GMT -5
Ghost: "Nice to meet you too." Ghost rubs his hand over his face and sighs, regaining most if not all of his composure. "sorry bout all that, I'm not usually that dramatic." Ghost then took to looking around the room quietly. "so you get dragged here too? or you come along willingly?" Ghost waited patiently for the young man's response, slowly calming himself down as he flagged a waitress to bring him something strong.
Kitsu: "What kinda stuff with gears?" Kitsu watched her, his ears perking every time he asked a question. As he spoke he did his best to hide his shabby appearance under the table, feeling terribly underdressed in his new surroundings. He watched her carefully, taking in her every feature. "you look like an angry bug!" he sounded almost surprised, like this was some kind of revelation to him, and as such he spoke without thinking, no sooner had the words left his mouth did his hand slap over his lips. His ears drooped terribly. A few years ago something like that would have gotten him beaten. He hoped today would not be such a day.
Killian: "I would never strike a lady so sparring is out of the question, can we not just talk?" Killian sighed, it felt like he had been fighting for so long. After shaking his head he returns his attention to the present. "tell me about yourself miss Sephoria."
Cyriaque: "Plenty of people here appeal to me, however the room itself bores me damnit." Cy smirked taking another huge puff of his joint, absently offering it to Calypso before continuing. "of course if you give me a good reason I guess I can fucking stay." Cy was definitely playing now, his tone aloof, his posture incredibly relaxed. He was having fun, and it was getting better.
Brand: Brand seemed to recover quickly as he started playing with a fireball spell in his left hand. "Eccentric is putting it mildly I think. A combination of incantations and and internal energy manipulation I think, still trying to figure all this magic shit out. What about you, you definitely aren't normal, not entirely sure your human either." Brand was finally back to normal, that meant he was keeping one eye on Charon at all times, though tonight he was fighting the urge to reign in the horndog as best he could, and was being surprisingly successful.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jul 5, 2010 20:35:11 GMT -5
Aralia The kitten sound had Aralia immediately interested. Kittens were too damn cute, but her line of work didn't exactly allow her to have pets...unless you counted Ghosty and Sharde. "Well, if it's okay with your fearsome defender, may I pet them? Actually, does your fearsome defender have a name?" Unlike Ghost she was very much at ease, and very happy to have the chance to meet someone. So far so good! "And the light isn't bad, but after that seizure-inducing fest, I'm really glad for these, haha." She pointed to the sunglasses in question. "I enjoy reading, traveling, meeting new people, that kind of stuff. What about you?"Alexis Kitsu needn't have worried about his appearance; in her worn out clothes and almost-destroyed shoes, Alexis didn't much match the surroundings either. The difference was that she didn't notice it.
And, as for his outburst...she laughed. For a moment, even with her glasses making her eyes so weird, she was beautiful. "It's the glasses, I know! I've been saying that for years!"
The change was instantaneous. Still smiling, Alexis' arms unfolded themselves and she rested her elbows on the table, her posture relaxed and her legs uncrossed, her body language opening up. "What's up with your hand? You swallow your tongue or something?" She asked, before she answered his question, "A lot of the stuff I have to make is boring because other people buy it...but I do have a big spider I made. His name is Archie."Simon Simon smiled faintly and asked the waitress for a glass of water, which he was given shortly afterwards when Ghost was given his (considerably stronger) drink. In response to Ghost's question though, he shook his head, "No, I'm here all of my own accord..." He said softly "I...I guess it's a good chance to meet new people, right...?" His suggestion was hesitant, wary of another outburst of anger from the young man. Thankfully, he could feel Ghost calming down slowly, and was breathing a little easier because of it, even if he couldn't quite bring himself to calm down.
Charon Charon was not displeased in anyway at the turn of events, and it certainly showed. He leaned back to allow Harmonis as much of a comfortable position as he was able, one arm resting on the back of his chair, the other he lay across her lap, both for comfort and as a matter of him not really wanting her to fall over backwards. "Well, of course you can call me Char." he said, smiling gently, "Avoiding the coldness of formality should give us both a chance to relax a little, don't you think?"
The magic was a very good sign, and only made the lovely woman all the more interesting. He caught Brand's eye from across the room and his smile widened just a touch, "And with how you've managed to charm me so far, I can hardly think I'll be able to put up much resistance to anything you might suggest."
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Jul 5, 2010 22:58:38 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori's breath was stuck when Troy locked his eyes on her. She could see inside of him, the misunderstood being, and his...lonliness? She let out a soft sigh as he extended his wing out to her. Gentling reaching at his wing, she felt the smooth surface under her fingertips. Looking back at him, preparing to ask a question, Troy seemed like he was avoiding her, his eyes stuck on the table. That, combined with his hesitance to extent his wing struck Shiori. Her lips trembled slightly and silent tears made their way down her face. She ducked her head down, attempting to cover her sadness to her partner. 'I know I'm not the best company, but he probably hates me..."I'll never be good enough," Shi voiced the last part of her thoughts out loud unconsciously. Wiping her tears away quickly, she resurfaced, "So, um...what are you're hobbies?" [/size] Aurora Aurora giggled, Arly was very amusing to her, and she seemed friendly enough. Pulling the little kitten out of her bag, she petted the kitten, smiling when he purred in pleasure. The kitten was fully white, the only bit of colour was the bright blue eyes staring at Arly. Setting him on the table, she watched as he padded his way to the other occupant of the table. "His name's Zidane, and he loves meeting new people. As for me, I also enjoy traveling and reading. I also like to cook, and I love music. So what was your reason for coming here Arly?" [/size] Harmonis Harm grinned, already liking where this was going. "Oh yes, being more comfortable with each other is exactly what I want as well." She rather liked Char, his seemingly easy-going nature was a delight for her, especially since he didn't pull away from her, even after her use of magic. Many people have pulled away, just at the belief that Harm would be unstoppable due to her magic. "So I'm assuming you're a magic wielder as well, what type of magic do you possess? After all, this can get a little boring, and there's never any harm in having a fun spar. And the winner...well let's just say that the winner can have the power alright?" She tossed one hand behind Char pulling their faces closer together, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "So what do you think?" She let her breath fan his face as she went closer in...but pulled away right at the last second. [/size] Sephoria "Hmm, that's quite unfortunate then," Sephoria looked Killian over, "I'm Sephoria, and there isn't much I can say about myself. I enjoy intellectual discussions, debates, reading, writing poetry, and a good drink. And what about you, Killian?" He seemed kind of quiet, and Seph took this time to survey the other people attending this event. There seemed to be a few people that came with him, a winged man, a siren, many people from another world, magic wielders, and those that weren't human at all. "So what world do you belong to Killian? Ever heard of vampires? Or rather, believe in them I should say." To indicate that she wasn't kidding, she lifted her lip slightly to show her fang, "don't worry though, I'm not gonna bite." [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jul 6, 2010 23:19:59 GMT -5
Five Minutes Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso blinked. “I take it you also weren’t impressed with the....theatrics.” [/color] Calypso’s impassive stare glided around the flashy room, taking in all its unnecessary glory. Cyriaque’s silent offer was reciprocated with an equally silent declination, her iron orbs flickering once in its direction before returning to their original position. His playful tone, however, struck more of a chord with the apathetic femme. There was a subtle light in her eyes as her presence seemed to change. What was normally a sense of detached observation both darkened and lightened, a near animalistic energy pulsing around her body. She leaned back in her chair so she could place her forearm against the arm-rest, and in doing so the edge of her shirt lifted from its place just below her belly-button to just above if, displaying her silver naval-ring. The ornament dripped diamonds along the flat expanse of her golden skin, winking in the light. “Hmmmm.”[/color] The low sound thrummed from the back of her throat, half-pleased, half-amused. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”[/color] It must have been a full moon or something because, although her smooth, honey-tinted voice didn’t giver her away, Calypso was being...playful.[/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy didn’t know why he was so tense, or what he expected from her touch. No one had ever asked to touch his wings before, sure, but that didn’t mean she was going to burn to a crisp on contact or anything. Her fingertips were warm as they glided over the membrane of his wings. It was a strange feeling, but not totally unpleasing. Troy was not expecting the tears. His demonic senses could scent blood better than any hound, but right now what he smelt was salt. She was crying. His eyes widened, head snapping in her direction, but she had her face lowered so he couldn’t see. With her eyes averted like that she probably couldn’t see the way his hand hesitantly reached forward before stopping, returning back under his chin, clenched in a fist. If he had made such a beautiful creature cry he truly must be a demon. His heart wrenched as if someone had stabbed it with a dagger then twisted. He was watching her when she looked back up, his body having straightened from being hunched around the chair, displaying not only his chest, but just how tall he was, even sitting. He answered her question with another question. “Are...are you alright?” [/color] He absently brushed his fingers over his manacle, the cold metal smooth under the fleshy pads. “I’m sorry if I... hurt you....in anyway.”[/color] Knowing his apology was either useless or unwanted, the demon looked away , his face still stoic but despair touching his onyx eyes and velvet voice. Then, so softly it almost couldn’t be heard. “Please don’t cry...”[/color] He looked back over at her, or down, rather, seeing as sshe was so much smaller than he was.[/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja chuckled softly. Yes. The president was more than a little odd. With Brand’s brief nervousness out of the picture, it was easier to control her instincts, though, as always, they were still present. The presence of the contained fireball light up Soraja’s face, a small measure of delight touched her features. Internal energy manipulation. It was a curious notion. Did this mean his nature was fire? Could he only control the one element? Before she could even think to ask, Brand had continued, now inquiring about her nature. Her smile was a bit softer now, not as wide. “What gave me away?” [/color] She chuckled softly, her tone teasing. The femme absently slid her finger around the rim of her glass, a low ring elicited from the crystal goblet. “Well, you’re right, for one. I may look human, but my kind and yours have very little in common with each other. I’m not sure if there are creatures like me where you come from... but in my plane of existence, I am called a Siren.”[/color]The scent of tears caught her attention, but she dismissed it quickly, not wanting to get involved with something she wouldn’t be able to help with. She threaded her fingers through her near-liquid-like hair, molten gold eyes on Brand’s face. “ And I, too, have a ...unique brand of magic that I can use, though it’s not as splendid as yours.”[/color] She smiled. She wondered if he’d ever heard of Sirens..... or –if they existed where he was from- if they were even called that. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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