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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jul 7, 2010 16:12:27 GMT -5
Ghost: Ghost nodded slowly, taking in what the young man said. "this is very true, of course everything in moderation right?" ghost takes a large sip of what turned out to be a dark absynth. He made a bit of a face before continuing. "so what do you normally do, like as a living or whatever?" Ghost absently started to crack various joints on his body starting at his neck. Kitsu: "big spider?" kitsu's ears perked and he started bouncing forgetting about his appearance completely he leaned forward on the table. "I like to play with spiders but they usually end up dead..." Kitsu's ears drooped a bit but he was soon smiling again. "so whats your Archie like? is he as strange as you?" Kitsu's logic rarely went in a straight line but he figured she made the spider and was actually terribly interested in seeing how it works. Killian: "Vampires? not a popular topic in my homeland, I'm afraid I've not heard much of your race. Of course I can't say that I was ever terribly intimidated by you in anyway." he was not being cocky, his tone carried a matter of fact like tone. Cyriaque: "Theatrics bore me, real magic is far more enjoyable damnit." Cy's trade mark smirk was as potent as ever as he thought about her question, and think he did. "well what would you have in mind, I could be up for anything... maybe." he smirks and flicks his roach into an ashtray on another table, before resting his left forearm on the table, drawing small circles with his index finger. Brand: "not so splendid trust me, it's a lot of hard work for me." he smirks and changes the fireball into a ball of water floating above his skin. "I can feel other forms of magic sometimes and you come on strong." he chuckled for a second and put his magic away having gotten himself calm. "I ain't gonna lie you intimidated me a bit, but sirens haven't been around for almost thousands of years where I'm from, though the siren stories are still incredibly popular, especially since magic resurfaced.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jul 8, 2010 0:13:56 GMT -5
Aralia Aralia held out a hand to the kitten, letting him sniff her before she started petting him. He was just as adorable as he had sounded in the bag, and she was almost beside herself with a (uncharacteristically) girlish desire to squee. She was more than happy to scratch him on the head and watch him be cute, but she stopped to point at Ghost from where she was sitting. "That fellow is mainly why I'm here. His roomies told me they were dragging him along, and I didn't want him to have to suffer alone completely." She laughed, "What about you?"Alexis Alexis' laughter passed only slightly slower than it had appeared, and though her body didn't shift back again, she was back to looking like an ugly bug. She didn't notice, or particularly care. "Somehow I don't think this one'd end up dead so easy." She said and shrugged, "As for strange, it really depends what you think of as strange. I've seen him tear a damn car apart before. That might be strange. I dunno. To me, you're strange, so it's all relative I guess."Simon Simon could feel Ghost relaxing a bit, and it certainly helped him breathe a little better. He didn't seem like such a bad fellow, just one who had been unprepared for what he was dragged in to, that's all. "I work in a library, for the most part. Pretty boring work." He smiled. "But it keeps me out of trouble, for the most part. I have enough trouble without it." He laughed a bit. "What about you? What do you-" All of a sudden his breathing fetched up in his chest and a deep, searing pain ripped through his heart, his face going pale. One of his hands gripped the table while the other went to his chest. After a long moment he found he could breathe, and used his first breath to reassure the table's other occupant, "Sorry...just...-" He gasped another breath, and this one came a little easier, "Just ignore this..."Charon Char was more than happy to fall completely (and very well knowingly) for Harm's bait, leaning in to the kiss she never intended to give and letting disappointment light his features faintly before leaning back. After all, she had to know he desired it, or what reason would she have to continue? If you wanted someone to keep playing the game, you had to play back! "I'm a Blood Mage." He answered, smiling to her, and gestured with one of his hands, "Hence having to wear the gloves. As for your idea, as much as I would love to see what I am sure is the very impressive extent of your power, something tells me they may not like us sparring here." At that, he gave a disappointed shrug, "Still, makes a lovely excuse for me to ask your number so I can promise you a rain date." He grinned.
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Jul 12, 2010 16:42:05 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori looked back at Troy. He thought he was making her upset? She thought he didn't want to be in his presence. Giving a small smile to Troy, she attempted to tell him the truth. "I-i thought I was making you upset, since you seemed bored and di-didn't want to be here, especially in my presence..." she trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence without making it seem worse. A pang hit Shiori, the pain coursing through her system quickly before disappearing. Deciding to introduce herself, she looked back up at her partner before looking back down. She could see that he was shirtless as he sat up straight, exposing his chiseled chest behind the seat. "I'i'm Shiori Vielle, daughter of the scholars from the East...I like books?" noticing that he noticed her in pain earlier, Shiori tried to explain herself before Troy thought it was his fault. "I-i have another part inside of me called Vielle. Sh-she is-Shiori collapsed on the table, the pain of Vielle's attempt to take control of her body was too much for Shiori. [/size] Aurora Aurora looked over to the person Aralia pointed out, and recognized him as the problematic one, that was causing a ruckus earlier on. "Well, my sister decided that this would be a good way for me to make some friends so I didn't really have a choice," looking back at Arly she gave a small smile, "But it's been very amusing to see the different people so far, and I'm having fun. Oh, would you like to feed Zidane a snack?" Aurora pulls a little bag filled with mini treats inside for Zidane, before handing them to Arly, "I made them myself, to make sure that they're on the healthier side for him," she giggled as Zidane padded his way to Aurora before licking her face and going back to Arly, who was currently in possession of his food. [/size] Harmonis Harmonis giggled at the disappointment on Char's face. She flicked his nose before going back to his hair. "I have to say, I do love your hair, and I was looking forward to a fight with a powerful mage, too bad I guess," she pouted. Excitement and mischievous delight lit up her face when Char asked for her number. Pretending to think about her response, she shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Hmm, well I can't just give you my number without getting yours. After all, life is all about equivalent trade is it not? So tell me, what are you hobbies, or should we explore those later?" Harm grinned at him. [/size] Sephoria "Oh, is that right?" Seph shook her head, "It's a shame that you haven't heard a lot about us. So tell me, where do you come from?" Seph raised her hand and extended her hand in a stretching gesture, and watched as three lines appeared on Killian's face before a thin trail of blood started running down his face. "Oops, my mistake, I keep forgetting where I am," she said innocently. [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jul 16, 2010 18:23:03 GMT -5
Four Minutes Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso’s eyes were unwavering as Cyriaque explained his distaste for these exaggerated kind of things. One word, however, seemed to catch her attention. Magic. The femme was under the impression he didn’t mean card tricks and slight of hand. But what did real magic entail? In her home dimension, people had begun...changing. Though they claimed to be reverting back to the way they had once been. Massive felines, canines, and equines running through the street, with horns, wings, armour and more. Calypso had left before she had any more personal experience. To her knowledge, she was still a human mortal. But magic was something she herself had never experienced. The rest of his words were expertly deflected in lieu of her curiosity. “Real magic.” [/color] her smooth voice rippled, eyes following the circles he traced. “Magic exists, then, where you come from?”[/color] Well this could certainly prove interesting. Perhaps she could find out the course of what had been happening back on her own planet, time, and dimension.[/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Well that certainly wasn’t what he expected. How in the world could she have thought she alone was making him upset? Granted, is subtle 'moods' weren't exactly the most prominent of his features, but he thought he himself looked more...fidgety than bored or upset. But it was probably only obvious to himself. He would've apologized, but she had already continued, her formal introduction a bit late, but not unwelcome. But wait, what was this? Another part? His dark eyes followed her movements. What did she mean by another part? But before any interrogation of some sort could begin, out of nowhere, Shiori fainted, collasping completely. And Troy was so taken aback the thought of possibly catching her hadn't even crossed his frozen mind. To his horror and partial amusement, Troy thought this situation was somewhat funny. He had to have thought so, as it justified the somewhat dark chuckle that slid from his throat. He sighed, pushing back his hair with his hand, shaking his head. Out of all the people the nervous demon could hve gotten, he could the fragile femme. Life was a bitch that way. He smoothly moved forward, moving the girl's slumped body into a more natural, sitting up position. He kept a hand on the back to her neck, to support her head so it didn't topple over, the large digits could've easily emcompassed the girl's neck. One wrong twitch of his fingers and he could kill her. With the hand that wasn't -gingerly- supporting Shiori's head, he brushed her silken hair out of her face, tucking it behind an ear and out of the way. Funny, how Troy seemed more calm now, less nervous than he had been before. He truly was still a Gaurdian at heart. "Shiori can you hear me? Wake up Shiori. Are you alright? Come on now." [/color] his voice was low and a soft as crushed velvet, an unintentional purr behind the deep tones of his vocals. His dark eyes were steady behind the curtain of unruly brown hair.[/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja’s golden orbs followed the trail of heat the little fireball made, only for them to vanish as the circlet was changed into one of water. She offered a playful smile. “You make it look easy.” [/color] As the ball of water dissipated, the conversation turned in her direction once more. Oh dear. No wonder he had been a little intimidated. Feeling the presence of a Siren could be rather straining, especially for a male. She was curious though, as to what form her species had taken in the foreign place. “For me, there were only a few hundred of us spread throughout the world. It was extremely rare for us to meet. But, if you would,”[/color] Soraja blinked curiously. “What kind of stories are they? As you might imagine, I haven’t exactly heard them myself. Not truly anyway.”[/color] she gently tipped the end of her finger into the goblet of water, stirring the clear liquid. The minimal prompting seemed to activate some of her own magical talents, a miniature cyclone created in the glass. It was moving much swifter than her slow movements suggested, and continued even as she removed her finger from the water, holding the digit just above its surface. A small droplet of water rolled over her skin and was overtaken by gravity, falling through the centre of the glass and hitting its bottom, as all the water was spinning along the sides of the crystal, leaving the bottom devoid of fluid. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jul 17, 2010 14:25:09 GMT -5
Ghost: "like hell Imma ignore it, what the hell causes it?" Ghost was standing and had flagged down a waitress, asking for a phone or something. Ghost didn't look panicked, if anything he was incredibly calm, if not a little rough around the edges, one could tell he'd done this before. "if it's trouble breathing stand up straight got it?"
Kitsu: "heh heh relativity, i wanna meet your archie one day." Kitsu was still all smiles as he and the angry bug spoke. "I don't have anything near as cool as a robotic spider of any size." he shrugs and scratches his ear absently, his tail swishing. "I can show you something really weird but I'll have to order food." Kitsu let his voice trail off as he spoke, he wasn't sure if the angry bug was squeemish but he'd find out.
Killian: Killian only chuckled as he felt the blood drip down his face. "I'm sure you do, as for where I come from, a land once called Persia, many many moons ago." he sighs and a look of longing crosses his face for a moment. "unfortunately I never get to go back, so I have made a home with my new friends." he absently wipes the blood from his face using a sash around his waist.
Cyriaque: "thats right, although I'd have to shoot something to show you mine." as he spoke he shrugged and drew his trademark flintlocks and set them on the table. "of course I got disowned for my "special" brand of magic..." he chuckles and starts taking apart his pistols without taking his eyes off of Calypso, his muscles having memorized each and every millimeter of his partnered guns.
Brand: "took me many sleepless months to make it look this easy, as for the stories, well let's just say they are less than pleasant." he smirks and watches her class, slowly small droplets from his waterball began flowing into the glass, a few large drops falling to the table. "as you can see I still have a lot of work to do before I can do anything useful with that, however combat aura's are my specialty as far as magic goes."
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jul 17, 2010 16:50:04 GMT -5
Aralia Man, how fantastic would things be if she had time to bake? Let alone bake cat treats? Heck, learning how to bake anything would have been pretty neat. She knew how to cook some basic things (mostly over an open flame, however), and what she made was good enough to keep her alive, but she didn’t have a whole lot of experience actually cooking. It would have been cool!
But still. Kitten. Aralia was very easily distracted by her thoughts when the little ball of cute walked back over to her. She pulled one of the treats from the bag and held it out to Zidane, “I can see why you’d go through the effort. It’s not like you’d want to go around feeding him junk food.”Alexis Alexis’ response was a simple one, she leaned forward a bit, one of her eyebrows raised in (slightly irritated-looking) curiosity. Thankfully, at least, the angry bug’s voice did not show she same annoyance, “Show me.”
In all honesty, she really wasn’t irritated at all. It was just that her overly huge eyes and her neutral expression naturally looked that way. She was, for the most part, completely unaware of this.Simon Simon shook his head, quickly, forcing his eyes open and waving with one hand for Ghost to sit back down. “It’s not-“ Another bolt of agony, and he hissed softly in pain, “- not me, Ghost. It’s Shiori, there’s someone in her-” All at once it felt like everything had short-circuited, and both of his hands went to his head, his teeth biting into his lip to keep from crying out and alarming Ghost even further. To make matters worse, Simon felt something else drawing on him, not pain this time but the dark, sickening spiral of impending unconsciousness. It was a feeling he was rather used to, but never one he liked, and he felt all of the power go out in his head.
Simon woke up a second before his head connected with the table and sat up sharply with a gasp. His head hurt a bit, and his body was aching, but the pain was, for the most part, gone. Everything he was feeling now was just the aftereffects. Simon reached out a shaky hand for his glass of water and drank it deeply, leaning back in his chair. “It’s gone now, please sit down? I can explain what happened... It really isn’t of that much concern.” He took a deep breath and turned his clear, calm gaze to Ghost.
“I’m an empath. A telepath, too, but that little fit wasn’t caused by that.” Simon explained. He nodded over to a young woman, slumped over on her table. He seemed better, mostly, by now, though he was very pale, and his eyes were still a little wide.“That girl over there is Shiori. I’m…not exactly certain what happened, but something-“ He shook his head, correcting himself, “Someone overwhelmed her, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant. It took me off guard, and thus, the fit you just saw. Mildly inconvenient, yes?” Charon Smiling faintly, but definitely very happy, Char leaned into Harm’s touch, certainly enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair. He was already very glad to have met Harmonis; she played very, very well. He just wished that either they did indeed have a chance for a fight…or he had a chance for something else… But, alas, that was not to happen, at least not at the moment. Still, a number was a good start, and Harm didn’t seem too heartbroken over the loss of a chance to fight. “I would be more than happy to give you my number.” He said, sincerely, “I’d be distraught if I didn’t get the chance to make up that fight to you another time.”
Charon smiled when she asked about his hobbies, “Oh, no, I can answer that now, or at least I can answer most of it now.” He amended with a bit of a shrug, his smile widening into a grin. “Hmmm, hobbies…well, I enjoy a good book, or a good work of art…beauty can be found in the most interesting places…I’m also partial to going out. I have a certain fondness for clubs.” Another shrug, and he spoke again, “What about your hobbies?” He asked, adding a knowing smile, “Or those you feel you can share here.”
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Jul 21, 2010 23:56:46 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori's mind was all dark, the pain due to Vielle's attempt at taking over her body, as well as malnutrition. After a few moments, Shiori came back into consciousness, feeling the presence of someone near here, as well as a person calling her name out. Blinking her eyes several times until the image cleared up, the person calling her name and supporting her head was Troy. "I-i'm fine now, thank you very much for your assistance," she waited till all her senses came back, and pushed herself back up. "Vielle's some type of being that inhabits my body...I-i don't know where she's from or anything, but her magic and her presence cause me to lose part of m-my life force. Hence the reason for the blackouts." [/size] Aurora Aurora looked at Zidane, the love for him clear in her eyes, "I want to make sure that he's healthy, he's like my baby," she giggles when he purrs at Arly in thanks for feeding him, "He was a gift from my at-the-time-roommate Neo. Well, we have him, and his twin, who was given to my sister, 'The Bloody Harpy'." Aurora grinned, feeling more and more comfortable around Arly. "Perhaps you can visit one day, I'm sure Zidane would love to spend more time with you, and I can show you how to cook simple things on the road, because you seem more like a traveler than anything." [/size] Harmonis Harm giggled, "Ya, I can share them here. I enjoy curling up to a warm fire with a good book, cooking, the 'every now and then' pamper day, and anything with culture built into it. Culture and class are always partners in my opinion." Looking into her bag, she pulled out a notepad and a pen. Elegantly writing down her number, she ripped it out, and held it in her hand for Char to take, as well as handing him the notepad for his number. "So Char, let's let you take charge for a while, why don't you ask the next question?" [/size] Sephoria "Oh?" Sephoria gestures to the four separate men that Lian entered with earlier, one of them being the extremely annoyed one, or as Seph would call it, 'throwing a gay-bitch fit'. "I'm assuming those are the ones you live with now? Seem like you men boys are well acquainted with one another." Seph sighed, remembering her past, and the places she used to travel, and the new people she always encountered, "So tell me, why do you never get to go back," Sephoria wasn't trying to be intrusive, just curious. [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jul 31, 2010 18:50:22 GMT -5
Three Minutes Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] The stoic femme’s attention drifted to the guns Cyriaque drew seemingly out of nowhere. Well was certainly intriguing. Magic used with firearms as a medium. There wasn’t even the idea that maybe she should be alarmed at the thought of people bringing guns to a place like this But Calypso’s sense of fear was as dull as a pillow. Plus, it was highly unlikely he would shoot her and even if he did, being uneasy wouldn’t get her out of the bullets path. While Cyriaque’s, eyes might have been on her, Calypso’s iron gaze was fixed on the movement of his nimble fingers, photogenic memory rapidly processing the information given to her. His comment about being disowned didn’t seem to spark an interested note in her, but she did speak. “Parents.” Came the short, muttered response.
Something in the mild tones of her voice suggested she found the concept amusing, but with Calypso, one could only speculate what she was thinking. But her attentions were brought back to the magic to be had with these pistols. Her steel orbs drifted to the host. They could probably do without him and she would get to see a display for gun magic. It was like killing two birds with stones. Or, more accurately, one obnoxious host with a supernatural gun. Not that she would suggest the shooting of the host. It was just an idea. “Hmm. There are many objects you can shoot inside this place.” [/color] The idle observation disguised the subtle probe, one that would, hopefully, enable her to see what she wished. Her corner of her lips ghosted into a mild smirk, her eyes narrowing in amusement. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Slowly but surely, Shiori’s eyes fluttered open, her consciousness once again within reach. He waited until she began righting herself before he pulled away, black orbs watching her cautiously. He listened to her explanation of what happened. So this is what she was saying before, then? That this ‘Vielle’ thing also lived within the constrains of her body? It looked to small and fragile even for her, nevermind some magical being. No wonder it was taking her life. He felt a pang of regret, that such a lovely creature was dying, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Unsure of how to continue, he decided to follow her earlier example.
“I know it’s a bit late...but..” [/color] Troy smooth voice hesitated slightly, before he continued. “As I said, I am Troy, brought into existence by God as a Guardian angel before the fire’s of Hell turned my wings to blackened dust. I escaped as a demon, but not before the devil himself seared his symbol into my flesh. I suppose I like books too.”[/color] Despite the rather heavy nature of his past, it was not meant to either frighten or impress her. Troy was just trying to reciprocate the information she gave him about herself, and this was all the information he had. He absently fiddled with his chain, enough that the metal clinked together as it moved. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] The Siren shifted in her seat, golden irises on his. She loosed a soft, enchanting laugh that held no humour. “Even in my world, my species is by no means a friendly or welcome one, though perhaps we are not as infamous. Only a handful of settlements still believe in and fear us. Or lust after our blood.” [/color] Soraja watched as the globe of water he toyed with joined the spinning liquid of her goblet, a more genuine smile on her face as she pulled her hand back, the fluid slowly spinning to a stop. “Judging by how well you manipulate it now, I should think you’d have it down pat quite soon. Though I must admit to some confusion as to what ‘battle auras’ are.”[/color] Soraja pulled her lowered lip through her teeth, wondering if she could show him this, but decided he seemed like a nice enough guy. “My magic is more... innate. Not something I have to work at, just something I have always had. Not that it is anything to brag about.”[/color] she shook her head. “Such as what I meant earlier with my blood...”[/color] The femme lifted her hand, bringing her index finger to her lips. The tip of her tongue instinctively swiped over its tip before she gently pinched it between her teeth. There was a small prick of pain, and then liquid life welled up to the surface of her pale skin. Her blood was the colour of molten silver, a couple shades darker than her creamy, white-silver hair. Soraja moved her hand again, her finger tip hovering over the water once more. The water stayed still this time, however, as she lowered her silver tipped finger into the water. The hoary drop instantly took to the water, swirling about as the entire tiny body of water turned silver. Soon enough, there was no path of water left uncoloured. Soraja picked the goblet up by its stem and flipped it over. There was a dull thud as the block of solid silver landed on the table, rolling slight toward Brand. “I’m not sure if silver is worth anything where you are from, but it’s quite valuable in my place. And my blood can turn any liquid it touches into silver.”[/color] In fact, her other form, her Siren body, contained enough blood to turn an ocean into a desert of precious metal. You barely needed a few drops of it to change all the blood in a human’s body to silver, freezing their heart forever in a matter of minutes. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jul 31, 2010 19:43:52 GMT -5
Ghost: "mildly is putting it nicely I should think." Yes, Ghost was Channeling Arly tonight it would seem. He slowly sat down and took another swig of his absynth, and made yet another face. "so I take it this happens often? explains why you were so quiet when I first sat down, sorry." Ghost shrugs and takes another swig, going quiet unsure of what to say next.
Kitsu: Kitsu smirked, and almost giggled, he turns to Cy. "Hey Cy! do you mind." Kitsu turned back to face Alexis when all of a sudden his head was thrown forward and for a moment he lay on table motionless, the bullet wound displaying what was happening inside his body as it sucked all the moisture from his soft tissue first. Suddenly Kitsu sits up and shakes his head. "always hurts... WHY AM I SO THIRSTY?!?!?!?!?!?" Kitsu then shouts to the bar keep for water and lots of it. "I heal fast." He smiles and turns his head, the bullet hole closing and pushing out the single round.
Killian: "sadly the magic that brought me here exists no more, though in being here I did what I could to save my people..." he sighed and stretched slightly. "I have no regrets however, my life for many." he forces a smile and quiets down.
Cyriaque: Cy only smirked, having already started picking a target. the Kitsu spoke up, and without a word picks up his earthen pistol and thinks for a moment, was it fire or earth? Oh well. Without looking at Kitsu Cy lowered his gun as if aiming and fires, knowing instinctively that his shot found home, he chuckles. "this is the earthen gun, I just fired a desert round, on a normal person they would have been sucked so dry their skin would be like papyrus by now, Kitsu's a... special case."
Brand: "Silver is worth much here but not nearly as much as gold or platinum, however I don't think one should kill another living being to strike it rich." he sighs, jumping a little as Cy shoots Kitsu, glaring at Cy a little bit. Calming himself down he returns his attention to Soraja. He shrugs. "You've no idea what an aura is?" as he spoke a strange blue flame like energy began crawling over his arms. "this is a battle aura, this one specifically allows me to block blades with bare arms."
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 3, 2010 21:40:32 GMT -5
Aralia Arly laughed “Your sister has a title? That’s hilarious. It’s also a pretty fantastic one, as far as titles go.” Still grinning, she shrugged and added, “One of my teammates has one as well, but it’s not nearly as intimidating. We just call him The Pompous Ass. You know, ego eating small children, that kind of thing.”
And as much as making fun of Sharde was a wonderful pastime, Arly was soon distracted by practicality, as she often was. “I do a lot of traveling, and that would be so ridiculously helpful.” Her smile now was less laughter-filled and more sincere. “I would really appreciate it.”
Alexis Alexis was not freaked out. No, no, this was much more serious. Much, much worse…
Alexis was intrigued.
“That. Is. Fucking. Fantastic.” She said, looking intently at him. “I’ve seen all manner of weird shit in my time, but that is bloody fucking amazing.” Her voice, normally near monotone, was not particularly excited, but it was easy to tell from how carefully she had watched that she was very much interested. “I think you just made my fucking day.” After a beat of silence, she added with a completely straight face, "Also, water tends to help that sort of thing. Just saying."Simon Simon shrugged in response, “Well, the feed is continual, there really is no way to shut it off, so it’s not so much often as it is constant, but I’ve grown used to it.” He smiled a little and took another drink. “It’s not too bad most of the time…I mean, really, what people think and feel is pretty generic… and it’s very good for card games…”
When Ghost apologized, though, he shook his head, “No, please, don’t apologize…You were simply being honest with how you felt. It’s better for you in the long run…and it’s easier on me, anyways…” He laughed a little, embarrassed.
And that was when the gunshot went off, obliterating Kitsu’s head. Simon dropped his glass to the floor, where it shattered, his hands going to his own head. There was a moment of blinding pain, all of a sudden he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything but the white-hot burning that had enveloped him…and then it stopped, just as suddenly, and he could breathe again. “Oh goodness…what a mess…” he looked down at the ruined glass in dismay, trying to catch his breath. "I...can't say I saw that coming..." he looked to Ghost and managed a weak smile, "Should I have? Does it...happen often...?"Charon Still smiling, Char was more than happy to take the small piece of paper, and tucked it into his pocket. He was writing down his own number when he spoke up next (looking up for only the briefest moment when Cy drew his gun, before he realized what was happening), “Hm…a question…And one that’s appropriate for this unfortunately restrictive setting…I have it.” He nodded, and handed the notebook back to her, ignoring the shattering of glass. “What is your favourite dessert?” He asked, genuinely interested in the answer. It was a mostly harmless question…but very good information for future reference.
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Aug 13, 2010 1:01:16 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori nodded, the only thing she could do in this situation. "I am a scholar, I inherited the knowledge about my country from my father, who was the previous keeper, " her voice still quiet and meek, "I'm training to be a medic in order to help other." Shiori looked around at the other people, her head slightly pounding from Vielle's most recent take over attempt. "I-i have a way of separating Vielle from my mind, but I don't know whether the risk is worth it or not." Aurora She laughed and nodded. "Ya, Neo doesn't like Celeste too much, probably has something to do with the fact that she enjoys irritating him too much and clinging to his feet to piss him off," she explained, smiling fondly at the thought of her older sister, "so tell me about yourself Arly?" [/size] Harmonis "Hmm...I'd have to say anything chocolate, it's always easily accessible and any place carries it," she responded, no change in attitude or tone as the gun shot carried through the room. "And what about you pretty face, what's your favorite dessert, maybe if I like it, I'll make it for you sometime soon," the implications were not lost on both Charon and Harmonis. [/size] Sephoria "It seems like the noble thing to do, however, it also seems that you are sacrificing yourself for other, other who may or may not deserve it..." Seph wasn't trying to be mean, just pointing out the obvious. "Were you a type of soldier, perhaps that being an extreme measure that needed to be taken for your world?" [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Aug 26, 2010 21:28:28 GMT -5
Two Minutes Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso watched with interest as the bullet shot through the air, planting it self deep within another male’s head. She blinked. Wow. He’d actually shot the guy. She was almost surprised. And even a tad more when he got back up, bullet popping neatly from his forehead. Well that was... fascinating. Calypso listened to Cyriaque’s explanation of what just happened with all the attention a viper gave a mouse. The mentioning of Kitsu, the young man shot, being special was answered with a mildly bemused “Clearly.” [/color] Her cool eyes drifted to the other pistol, briefly examining them. “And I assume the other does something different?”[/color] She asked, smooth voice ringing between them. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy was somewhat pleased she didn’t shy away from him. It was one thing to assume he was a demon, another thing entirely to be told it from the Hell-beast himself. She seemed to fall into conversation again easily enough. He listened attentively to her wish to be a medic. She certainly was one-of-a-kind. The fragile being wished to care for others rather than herself. When Shiori spoke of a way to remove this draining presence, Troy was uneasy. It sound risky. But she was probably dead either way. “I can’t tell you whether you can or can’t do it. But... playing with life is a dangerous business. Make sure you know what you’re doing before you do it.” [/color] He offered a small, but genuine smile. “I’d hate to have to see you with wings on your back before your time.”[/color] [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja chuckled softly. “Well I’m glad you think so. With all your magic I wouldn’t stand a chance.” [/color] Okay... so she was teasing him. A little. But wasn’t this was this whole speed date thing was for? Making friends and poking fun? Soraja grinned, molten eyes sparking playfully. She looked over at the visible aura that seemed to cover Brand’s arms. “How... useful.”[/color] She shook her head, small smile on her face. “I could have used something like that back where I come from... are there different ones?”[/color] Curiosity shone dimly behind her golden irises. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Aug 28, 2010 3:37:01 GMT -5
Ghost: "Damnit guys! grow the fuck up!" Ghost turns his attention back to simon. "you ok? and kinda? I stabbed Kitsu once, first time I've seen him get shot though." Ghost shakes his head and Glares at Cy, who ignores him completely. Ghost took another large sip of his drink and flagged down the waitress for Simon. "friggin drive me to drink..." Ghost watched Simon quietly from that moment on.
Kitsu: "no kiddin." Kitsu smiled at Alexis then turned to the waitress. "some water and a lot of food please." Kitsu smiled at her and turned his attention back to Alexis. "I know, freakish right." he smiles a bit sheepishly, almost embarrassed to be proud of how quickly he heals.
Killian: "in a sense, my father was a nobleman, and I became a soldier to please him since that was how he became noble in the first place." he shrugs, the first modern thing he would do all night, he then also promptly orders some vintage wine. "who am I to judge whether or not someone deserves salvation? I only cut down those who would harm my self and the people I protect." he nods his thanks to the waitress when she brings him his wine, picking up the glass and sipping at it.
Cyriaque: Cy shrugs. "not terribly different, just a seperate element, Fire." he smirks at that, clear which of his two elements he favoured. "of course you can mix the elements that choose you but usually that doesn't go over too well." he chuckles and holsters both his pistols. "so whats your trick?" Cy decided to change the tune a bit.
Brand: "for the most part, some are similar but are performed or created differently, and don't expect much of a fight from me, I have to get in close, something that isn't easy." he thinks for a moment. "what would you do with my abilities if you had them?" Brand was curious, and it showed, he was always thinking in theory at times like this.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 29, 2010 17:11:37 GMT -5
Aralia Aralia kind of shrugged, running one of her hands through her asymmetrical hair. "Well, I don't really know what to say." She said with a bit of a laugh. "I don't get out much so I don't have much experience with this whole thing." Arly made a vague gesture to the surrounding people. "Er..okay...what have I not said...Well, I work with Ghosty over there and spend most of my time either keeping him and The Pompous Ass in line, or sniping baddies..." After trying to think of anything else to say, she shook her head and grinned, "I live a simple life."Alexis Alexis waved the 'freakish' comment off with a dismissive gesture and a derisive snort. "I make my living off weird shit. This is perfectly normal to me." She shrugged. She was, however, mildly amused at his desire for a huge amount of food; neither her nor Thomas were big eaters, so, it always struck her as a little weird.Simon Simon took a moment or two to catch his breath and quiet his heartbeat, bringing himself back to calm. Despite the fact that he could feel the flicker flow of Ghosts emotions, he was still surprised at his reaction; he certainly hadn't expected him to be so strongly bothered by it. Most of the time his circumstance didn't garner such an outburst...then again, most of he time he wasn't being subject to other people being shot in the head or hijacked by super-powered evil sides.
"Don't worry, I'm okay, really." Simon said, after apologizing rather profusely to the waitress who brought him another glass of water. "Don't let it raise your blood alcohol content too much." He added with a slight smile.Charon "Hmmm, chocolate..." Charon mused aloud, thinking to himself. Such a versatile flavour...And he certainly did not lack the imagination to take advantage of that versatility. "I can't imagine ever turning down chocolate myself...but I do have a bit of a soft spot for just about anything strawberry flavoured." He shrugged, smiling, "Personal weakness, I suppose."
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Aug 29, 2010 21:02:27 GMT -5
Shiori Her face flushed bright red, seeing the sincerity of his smile and words. "Well, I rather have it be my life, than the many others that Vielle takes due to her blood lust and natural sadistic intentions. A puppet for the common good?" she explained her way of seeing it, a rather simplistic view, but more practical. "So," she trailed off, not knowing how to being her question, "How exactly did you end up like this?" Aurora Aurora's eyes widened. A simple life, how nice did that sound right about now? "A simple life sounds so nice, but highly impossible for me to attain," she giggled, "There is nothing simple when it comes to my sister and our roommates. I think the most simple thing in that whole area might be Neo's computer," she sighed fondly at the thought of Neo. "I hope he'll be alright with Celeste, since I came for this Speed Dating without telling him...and knowing Celeste, she won't tell him where I am..." [/size] Harmonis Harm's eyes narrowed in mirth as her mind came up with many uses of things strawberry and/or things chocolate-flavored. "The great thing about both of those is that my favorite snack is chocolate covered strawberries," she yawned for a second before grabbing a glass of water and taking a drink. "I'm glad you don't hate it, otherwise I'd have to make you dipped in chocolate my new favorite snack," she leaned in, nipping his nose before pulling her head back and sticking her tongue out at Charon. [/size] Sephoria "Ah yes," she sighed, "Pleasing nobles. To kill those who might pose a potential threat to you and those in your care...seems the right thing to do. Then again how can I," she gestured to herself, "really determine that when I kill for the sake of my own survival." She laughed, although it seemed tired but with some type of affection in it. "Nobles can be such a pain, no offence," she drank her water before continuing, "The only reason I'm stuck to eternity is due to a, and I am talking in a literal sense here, man-whore of a noble who always wants what he can and cannot have. And if that isn't bad, he is a pig who finds justification in riling me up with his idiotic jealously," while the words themselves were harsh, the smile on her face indicated that she wasn't angry, just informative. [/size]
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