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Post by Squish|Flint on Aug 29, 2010 23:24:12 GMT -5
Last Minute Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] The femme listened carefully. Fire? Hmm. If Earth sucked the moisture from the target’s body...what did [fire do? Curious, so curious. Maybe exploded? It certainly wouldn’t come as a surprise if it did. What was this now about combining the two? Calypso wondered what that would be like. She dragged her nails over the tablecloth, just an absent gesture as she thought. The female had been absorbing information so steadily, she was mildly startled when Cyriaque turned the tables, asking her a question instead of giving her answers. Albeit mildly incomplete ones. It was too bad he didn’t have a true ability to give. “I have no magic or extraordinary talents to speak of.” [/color] She leaned back in her chair again, not bothering with the waitresses. Their time was almost up. “I am just as average as the next human.”[/color] That made her smile a touch. Calypso would never call herself ‘normal’. She was much too... alien to be normal. But in regards to his question , yes, she could be allowed the title of normal. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy’s face gave nothing away, but he felt for the girl. No life should have to be sacrificed, not even hers. But the need of control over your life was an urge too strong to resist. At her question, however, he averted his eyes, the dark orbs on his hands. Of course it was only natural to be curious, but he still couldn’t get over the shame and regret of people knowing what he was. “It was my fault.” [/color] he started, eyes glazed over, traveling many years into the past. “I shouldn’t have been so blind. I was... tricked... into Hell. And it was my fault for falling for it.”[/color] Of course he should have known, but devotion had clouded his mind’s eye. “But the past is past...”[/color] He passed his hand through his hair, an action of uncertainty, his glossy hair falling back into place as soon as he released it. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja chuckled at his disclaimer. “Don’t sell yourself short. “ [/color] Although.... spells weren’t the first thing on your mind when you heard the entrancing song of the Siren. In fact.. you didn’t think much at all. And then you were dead. What would she do with powers? Soraja looked thoughtful for a moment, fingers tracing over her collar bone. “ I’m not sure.... truth be told I don’t think I would’ve used them much. Except for self-defence when I needed it. That blade one, for example. People were fond of attacking me with bladed weapons. But... other than that... I suppose they would rest as quietly as my innate abilities.”[/color] Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Aug 30, 2010 11:47:20 GMT -5
Ghost:
"Too late." Ghost chuckled before taking another sip of his drink. he looked around and shook his head.
"can't believe I'm actually having some fun, this is weird." ghost finally relaxes and leans against the back of his seat.
Kitsu:
Kitsu rubbed his hands together as his food arrived and he dove right in.
"went to a doctor once, said it was a metabolism thing. Not sure what that means." Kitsu was at least polite enough to wait until his mouth was empty enough to speak.
Killian:
Killian nods.
"I understand completely, never considered myself a noble, just a nobles son." he sips at his wine.
"I actually fought in a group of former street urchins, that's where real Comraderie is"
Cyriaque:
"I find that very difficult to believe."Cy smirks and puts his guns away after noting the time.
"a pleasure to have met you, we must do this again some time." He smirks and extends his hand to her.
Brand:
Brand simply laughs "that's what I thought." he smiles and sits back, looking over his new aquaintance.
"friends?" he extends his hand for a handshake and waits.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 30, 2010 17:52:32 GMT -5
Aralia Smiling, Aralia waved the woman's worries off, "I am sure it'll be fine. I mean, it's only for an evening, right? Besides, I'm sure you could call him if you had to." She shrugged. The last thing she wanted was for Aurora to start worrying now. Everything had just barely started!
"I'm sure you'll be having too much fun to worry, anyways. Everyone needs a break every once in a while, right?" Arly suggested. She knew, at least, that she was pretty frigging happy to have one.Alexis "Metabolism. How fast your body burns shit for energy." Alexis shrugged, "Makes sense. I mean, you did just regrow your whole fuckin' head. That's gotta be a little tiring." As with most of her comments, it was said with a straight face and a careless tone; after all, it likely would have taken a lot of energy. "And I guess the alternative is, y'know, not havin' your head regrow and all."Simon Simon smiled widely, taking another drink as well. "Considering your mood when you got in here, and everything I just put you through seeing, I'm very glad to hear it!" He said. His grin sharpened into a knowing smile, "And I hope you get a girl next. You know, as a reward for showing up, or something." Happiness was a balm to Simon, and though he'd undoubtedly be exhausted by the time he stumbled home, right now he was content, his pains soothed. Charon Char smirked, raising an eyebrow to her. "You know, saying things like that makes it so tempting to be difficult for you." He said smoothly. "Besides, I'm not quite dipped in chocolate yet...Who knows? Perhaps I'd end up knocking your beloved strawberries from their perch as your favourite." He laughed and shrugged. "I can hope, can't I? Regardless, it wouldn't be fair unless I got to test my own favourites against you as well. Though, if looks are any indication, I'm afraid they've already lost." |
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Aug 30, 2010 21:30:54 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori felt her heart break for the person sitting in front of her. "I know t-this isn't my place to say, " she began, unsure of whether to continue but got stronger as she went on, "but things sometime happen for a reason, and maybe there is a way that you are helping mo..." she trailed off, looking at the time and realizing that it was the last minute. Standing upright, she bowed to her partner, "It was very nice to meet you, and I hope we...encounter each other some other day...where circumstances will be more pleasant for the both of us." [/size] Aurora The giggles escaped Aurora before her mind had a moment to process the right words to say. "I-gasp-'m not worried-gasp-about Neo-gasp-worrying about me," she grabbed a glass of water, drinking the whole thing as Zidane padded over, his tail batting at her nose in a sign of comfort till Aurora calmed down. "I'm worried of him being alone with my sister and Jason. I just don't want to go back to someone seriously harmed," her face took a grave look before she burst out in giggles again. "It was very nice to meet you Arly, please drop by whenever you can, I'm sure Zidane," the cat purred in acknowledgment before jumping into her arms, "would love to see you again. I can help you with your cooking lessons," a warm smile lit up her face at the fact that she made a new friend. [/size] Harmonis The look on Harm's face was priceless. It was a cross between 'you did not just go there' and 'I would rape you on this floor if we didn't have spectators.' "Now you're teasing me Char," she pouted, "it isn't fair to do that, when I can't counter it." Her face stayed in it's pout for a few more seconds before a smirk appeared. "I...have an idea, and it won't take too long, just enough." Within a blink of an eye they were gone, and with another blink they were back, but anyone could tell they just went somewhere. Their clothes were slightly messy, with a few rips on the bottom of Harm's shirt. In terms of Char, he seemed a little bloody, with bite marks and scratches on his neck that no doubt went lower. "Well," Harm began, a little out of breath, "I never knew knowing how to create the Dimensional Time Shift/Freeze would ever come in handy. And you were right, you in chocolate, definitely my new favorite thing, but you had fun too," Harm laughed at the satisfied/amused look Char had on his face. "Even though our time is up, I think we'll see each other very soon." [/size] Sephoria Seph nodded excitedly, "Wow, never seen or heard of a person who's thought of that as well...and here I was thinking I was one of a kind," the idea of someone sharing similar values as her was different. "I was nobility, but I ran away from it, living with some of the common folks, fighting off threats from the other kingdoms. Some liked to use their power to steal from the more simpler folk and was disgusting to see." She stood up before finishing her thought, "Never did I feel closer with anyone else, than with the people I fought beside." Looking at their time, she gave a curt nod to her partner. "It's been different, perhaps we shall see each other some other time." [/size] |
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Post by Squish|Flint on Aug 30, 2010 22:58:32 GMT -5
The Host:: Lory Takarada [/size][/font] Everything was going splendidly~! Within moments of being seating with each other, a slow murmur spread through out the room. The lovely waitresses were kept busy, flitting from table to table. There was a gunshot and the waitresses shied away from the table, and Lory was most displeased. True, the young man he had shot was quite alright, but the love-obsessed male would rather everything else be not frightened. There was slight commotion from many of the tables, but it settled down once more, people standing as their seven minutes were coming to an end. When the time came to an end Lory stood up, clapping his hands together once. “My friends! I am glad to see each of you enjoying the company of your companion. Perhaps there were connections so strong you will see each other again and develop a glorious bond. But alas, for now you must part, for your seven minutes are complete.” [/color] Looking over the attendees with satisfaction, he continued. “And as you say your good-byes, I will announce the pairings for the next round!”[/color] He took out his cue card and as he read them, women came around just as before, taking the old name cards and replacing them with new ones. “Table one is Shiori and Aralia.”[/color] A card was placed where Harmonis and Charon were. “Table two is Harmonis and Cyriaque.”[/color] A card was placed where Simon and Ghost were. “Table three is Kitsu and Charon.”[/color] The card was placed by Alexis and...Kitsu. Well, how fortuitous for him. “Table four is Ghost and Sephoria.”[/color] A card was placed near Killian and... Sephoria. Huh. Lucky for her. “Table five is Simon and Troy.”[/color] A card was placed near Shiori and the man in question. “Table six will be Alexis and Calypso.”[/color] A card was placed by Cyriaque and Calypso. “Table seven will be Killian and Soraja.”[/color] A Card was placed by Brand and the femme. “And table eight will be Brand and Aurora.”[/color] The last card was placed near Aralia and –surprise- Aurora. Lory beamed. “Now move, quickly, your time begins when everyone is settled. BEGIN.”[/color][/sub][/blockquote] Calypso[/font][/size] While Calypso didn't know why he couldn’t believe she was ordinary, she didn’t object. She was looking at the time. It would appear the man before her had also taken note, for he extended his hand to her. Her eyes remained on his face for a moment, before looking at the offered hand. Her own arm finally extended, her hand gripping his like silk over iron. Her steely eyes met his again. A small, smirk settled over her feature. “Maybe the next time we meet I can show you just what I’m good at.” [/color] With that, she released his hand, sitting back on her chair and crossing her legs, looking as unfazed and godly as she had when she entered the building. The host began speaking again, Lory, and soon the pairs were doled out by word-of-mouth once again. Huh. It would appear Calypso wouldn’t have to relocate. Alexis. The was the name of her next pair. A female? Hnn. Calypso remained as she was, eyes closed. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy fluttered for a moment. The femme needn’t worry for him. But as she was saying something, trying to calm him, maybe, that she cut off. He thought maybe something was wrong, but when he saw what she was looking at he understood. Their time was up. He stood when she did. While her words of departure seemed... different , somehow, he nodded his head. “That be... nice.” [/color] Lory’s voice startled him somewhat, wings flaring slightly. But he was just announcing the pairings. Troy was going to be sitting at this exact table with someone named “Simon”. Well... it couldn’t be any worse than fearing he was going to break the small femme in front of him. He sat again, in the still backwards chair, looking as brooding as when this thing first started. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja couldn’t seem to help her self, she laughed too, the bell-like sound dancing around her. When he offered his hand, she took it, her grip every bit as delicate as her body. “Friends.” [/color] She confirmed, flashing her white teeth in a smile. “Don’t be a stranger now.”[/color] She winked a playful golden eye at him. Her attention was draw to Lory’s voice as he spoke up, of course being overly dramatic. But it couldn’t be helped. Her new partner’s name was Killian. Well that was an interesting name. Soraja sat, somewhat eager to meet her new companion. Maybe this outrageous plan to the President’s wasn’t as bad as she had thought. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Aug 31, 2010 16:08:31 GMT -5
Ghost:
Ghost blinked and looked around.
"whut...?" Shaking his head he stands up and offers his hand to Simon.
"nice meeting you bud, don't let that head thing of yours bring you down." he smirks and picks up his absynth, shaking simon's hand he wanders over to the next table. He plops down, taking another sip of his booze.
Kitsu:
Kitsu nods. "I do like having a head." he smiles, which was quickly replaced by a pout as the strange dude announced the time being up and the new pairings. Instead of waiting politely Kitsu just dove right back into his food, waving at alexis.
"I wanna meet Archie some day." he smiles and then watches a slightly dishelved young man walk over.
Killian:
Killian nods to soraja before standing and bowing.
"it was a pleasure meeting you, I do hope that we meet once again soon." with a gentle smile he turns and heads to his next table, bowing before he sits across from another young lady apparently names Soraja.
"My name is Killian, I have also been called Lian from time to time."
Cyriaque:
"almost sounds like a challenge." Cy smirked and nodded too her before moving off to his next table. On his way to the table he lit another joint, well to him they were joints, to any normal pothead these would be well packed blunts. Cy puffed away as he sat down from Harmonis.
"I'm Cy, want a hit?" he offers the blunt to the girl across from him.
Brand:
Brand smiles and slowly stands up and slowly makes his way to aurora's table, stopping at the bar to get something called a Breezer, he wasn't sure what it was, but if it was as tasty as it looked he might be in trouble. eventually he sat down across from aurora.
"Hey, I'm Brand."
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 31, 2010 19:23:46 GMT -5
Aralia Aralia grinned at Aurora, “Take care, Aurora. I hope I can come see you soon, too.” If only so they could mutually complain about the people they lived with. Sometimes, you really needed a chance to get it out.
Aralia situated herself at her new table, across from this little waif of a woman who looked scared of her own shadow. Poor thing. Aralia stuck out a hand over the table and smiled warmly. “Hey there, Miss. I’m Arly.” She said, “How are you?”Alexis “Who knows, it might happen. “Alexis replied and shrugged, followed by, “Catch you later, kid.” Alexis’ version of goodbye, spoken simply before she pushed herself from her chair and wandered over to her new table. Looking at her new company for the next few minutes brought two thoughts to Alexis’ mind.
I bet she’s an ice queen. She thought, unconcerned, and then, on looking at the figure of the woman in question, a simple, Oh, daaaaamn! summed up her general first impression.
“Something tells me that’d be a pretty lousy position for a nap.” Alexis noted duly, pushing her glasses up as she sat down. “By the end of it, either you’d not feel anything from the neck down, or you’d be stiff enough to wish you didn’t.”Simon “It was nice to meet you, too. Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Simon said with a sincere smile to Ghost, before he picked himself up to move to his new table. He was still happy, much calmer than before…but still nervous. He was always shy around new people at first, but once they got to talking he normal relaxed ag-
He looked up, saw the man sitting across from him, and felt blush spread darkly across his face before he quickly looked down again. First of all there was a noticeable size difference between the two of them…and secondly, he was shirtless. Not something Simon was very used to seeing so blatantly. That wasn’t a good start. If he could talk to Ghost when he was mad, surely he could talk to this Troy fellow, who was only- Simon took a moment to pick out his emotions from the people around him- nervous. Just like he was nervous. That wasn’t so bad…
“It’s nice to meet you.” Simon said, holding out a hand to the man across from him. He was still blushing, but his smile was honest, and his hand wasn’t shaking nearly as bad as it bad been before.Charon Char, thankfully, could not read Harm’s expression in words, or he would have retorted two things: it’s not rape if you’re willing, and some people like]/I] spectators. She probably would have hurt him, but it would have been worth it for the expression on her face.
And then pop! he was gone. And then pop! he was back, a little disheveled but smiling widely. He paid no attention to the slow seep of blood from several small wounds, undoubtedly staining anything he wore which wasn’t black. It was worth it. Hell, it was well worth it. Still, despite his cocky mannerisms and his generally sexual nature, it was with infinite tenderness that he drew Harmonis’ hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “Adieu, my dear. I am sure that you are right.”
With that, he got up and straightened himself up as best he could, running a gloves hand through his tousled hair as he sat down at the new table that Lory had placed the card on. “Well, hello. “ he said, cheerily, to the fellow across from him. “Kitsu, is it? How’s your head?” |
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Aug 31, 2010 22:47:25 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori sat at her table, waiting for her next person. Aralia...sounds nice in theory. She waited till 'Arly' approached. Sticking her hand out to shake the others' although hesitantly, she replied, "I-i'm Shiori, um...I'm doing fine thank you....how about yourself?" [/size] Aurora Aurora sat down at her table, waiting for a 'Brand' to show up. Keeping her amusement with Zidane, she waited till her partner reached the table. Hearing a voice above her, she looked up...and ducked her head back down. "I'm Aurora, it's nice to meet you," her head still down, Zidane meow-ing at the thought of a new person; his content shown as he padded over to Brand. [/size] Harmonis An uncharacteristic blush spread over Harm's face as Char kissed her hand. Hey, any girl wouldn't mind having a gentleman every now and then. Harm headed over to the table where Cy was sitting. Sitting down, she grabs the blunt from him before smirking. "Well, I don't mind taking a hit, as long as I can take a bite out of you as well." she takes a puff before handing it back to him, "Although, I'm not overly sure Char might be okay with that..." Harm pretends to think, while flagging down the waiter for a drink. [/size] Sephoria Sephoria waved down a waiter for a drink, and drank it as soon as it appeared. Looking at the new person who approached her...table. "Enough drinks for you, or is everyone too much trouble?" Taking a second glance, she recognized him as the guy that seemed to be dragged in for this event. "Don't worry, it's not like they can drag you here again. Name's Sephoria by the way, as you might always know. Can't say pleasure to meet ya yet, since we just met, and who knows?" She offers her smirk and a handshake as a welcoming gesture. [/size] |
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Post by Squish|Flint on Sept 3, 2010 12:25:16 GMT -5
Six Minutes Left [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] With her eyes closed, she heard nothing but the sounds of moving around her, many footsteps going in many directions. The endings and beginnings of conversation. It was impossible to tell which set of footsteps belonged to her next companion. It was, however, the shifting of the chair opposite to her that gave the female’s presence away. Not to mention she started speaking directly upon finding her seat. She didn’t answer right away. Calypso’s eyes opened, her unyielding grey irises flickering over Alexis. Well, her voiced comments seemed to match her appearance, one of her most noticeable features the glasses that make her eyes seem bigger than they actually were. “Hnn. I would suppose so.” She trailed a hand over her arm, as if checking to make sure it hadn’t gone numb, nails trailing over golden skin. “But I wouldn’t dream of sleeping here...” Her head tilted slightly to the side, eyes narrowing in mild amusement.
While no one knew it, this was reference to the fact Calypso actually couldn’t sleep sitting up. Comfort dictated she had to be horizontal to slip in unconsciousness. Just habit, she supposed. “I’d miss all the... fun... if I did.” [/color] Her naval ring chimed as she shifted, flagging down a waitress with a lazy flick of her hand, not looking at her as she drawled, “Wine.”[/color] When the femme asked her what kind, Calypso’s eyes drifted to hers. They slowly scraped along the lines of her faces, down to the jokingly skimpy outfit, then back up. It was not a ‘checking-you-out’ look. It was a ‘I-just-casually-flipped-through-your-soul-and-found-nothing-worth-taking’ kind of glance. The waitress shifted uncomfortably, as if Calypso’s gaze was a physical force. Finally... “Surprise me.”[/color] [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] It was official. The universe hated Troy. Or, it found some sick pleasure in watching the demon squirm. It was the kind of thing that one friend would pull cause they have a warped sense of human. You know the friend. The one no one particularly likes, but for some reason no one tells him to fuck off so they end up hovering around your neck like the Bubonic Plague. Troy didn’t even know what was happening at first. He had seen Simon coming, of course, though he hadn’t thought he had been going to sit at his table. He had looked away, taking note of the extraordinary similarities between him and his last partner. Both were tiny compared to him, and far too fragile looking for their own good. Troy had half and mind to pull her back and ask if they were related. He would never get the chance, of course, as the smaller male took a seat, confirming his identity as ‘Simon’. Troy’s next partner.
His mind blanked at first, his chin still resting on his forearms, wings half-extended in uncertainty. Wai-what? This was Simon? The only double to Shiori? Shiori, the delicate woman-child who had made Troy so... nervous in the first place? Dear God... help him. It would appear this event was going to kill him. Or at the very least one of his partners. Simon held out a trembling hand and Troy, no matter how much he feared hurting him, would deny him nothing. He extended his right arm smoothly, his larger hand encompassing his, gingerly shaking it once. “The pleasure is mine.” [/color] The demon reclaimed his hand, nearly wincing. Not because of the coolness of his manacle, but because its chain chimed against the back of the chair, once again reminding him of why people like Simon should be protected against things like Troy. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja enjoyed the few seconds of people-watching she had while waiting for the arrival of her new companion. People leaping into conversation, while other seemed more reserved. It wasn’t long, however, before Killian showed up. And my, what a gentleman he was. Soraja couldn’t be sure what kind of man Killian just from his introduction, of course, but something told her he was more of a ‘reserved’ fellow. “And my name is Soraja.” [/color] She smiled. Faint lines on his cheek drew her attention, as did the faint scent of blood. Her heart thumped unevenly, and she struggled to keep her hands from trembling. “What happened there?”[/color] The Siren asked, forcibly keeping her voice light. “You last partner take a bite out of you?”[/color] She chuckled softly, but her golden eyes glinted with a faint, animal light Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Sept 3, 2010 13:10:28 GMT -5
Ghost:
Ghost Smirked in return and takes her hand firmly, shaking lazily.
"those guys will be the death of me." he shrugs and looks at her she's cute...
"so sephoria, what do you think of these... festivities?" Ghost gestured drunkenly. it was clear he was letting go, or maybe losing control. Either way tonight would only become more interesting.
Kitsu:
"Itchy, how's your... yeah." Kitsu had filled his mouth with more food. Watching Charon intently for a moment Kitsu speaks up yet again.
"why does brand call you horndog?" Kitsu's head tilted as he asked, his voice rediculously innocent.
Killian:
Killian chuckled, a rueful smile remaining on his face.
"our Dear friend Sephoria, was feeling a little rowdy this fine evening, nothing to worry about." He smiles reassuringly.
"and how are you tonight?"
Cyriaque:
Cy smirks and puffs away.
"I'm not worried." he shakes his head as he speaks, passing the blunt back.
"tell me about yourself." Cy was sure if Viva saw him now she'd lose it, this only made him smirk harder.
Brand:
"KITTY!" Brand almost instantly began petting the little cat.
"nice to meet you aurora, I'm Brand. who's this?" he points to the cat. a moment later he took a seat and watched aurora carefully.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Sept 3, 2010 13:30:01 GMT -5
Aralia Arly smiled, settling back in her chair, “I’m very well, thank you.” She answered. “That’s a neat name, Shiori. Is it common where you’re from?” Aralia asked, curiously. She was careful to keep her movements slow and open and her voice calm and friendly. It was unnerving having someone with such a remarkably delicate demeanor as your partner, and so Arly wanted to try and do what she could to calm her down. “You sure you’re okay? Saw what happened earlier, and that did not look too pleasant to me.”Alexis Alexis didn’t have enough social skills to appreciate Calypso’s gaze, and so she looked back as frankly as she had spoken. What? It was true. If Alexis were going to actually lie, it would be on something either more practical or more entertaining than that. She stretched out her long legs under the table, crossing them at the ankle, and folded her arms around her midriff as she watched Calypso order her drink, taking a moment to give the waitress the look that Calypso was specifically not.
“I think she thought you were going to eat her or something.” Alexis said with a shrug. “I wonder if that is a pressing concern in her occupation. I mean, there’s not a whole lot there to eat, but I can’t think of any other viable explanation.”Simon Simon could hear the thoughts running through Troy’s head and couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Normally Simon’s non-intimidating appearance was useful to him, but it appeared that was not the case here. With that said, he hadn’t spotted any similarities, really, between the Shiori girl and himself, besides the size. It was probably just the other man’s nerves.
Well, with Ghost’s anger gone (and there being no more violence in the area, thank goodness), and riding a wave of endorphins from another person (or two) in the room, he was able to stop Troy’s nervousness from becoming his own. Simon smiled, “You don’t have to worry. I’m not nearly as breakable as I look.” He said, and then nodded over to Shiori. “And I know she is the same way. Please try to relax a bit?” Normally he would be too shy to talk to someone so directly, but this is one of those times when being an empath worked to his advantage; by relying on the way others were feeling, he was able to ignore his own anxiousness. Still, his question didn’t come out quite as confidant sounding as he had hoped.Charon Charon listened intently to Kistu's inquiries, and only then started chuckling. Before he answered, however, he flagged down one of the wait staff to ask for a brandy alexander. He was certainly going to need a drink.
"My injuries are not serious." Charon replied diplomatically, still grinning. It was a more respectable ending to the question Kitsu hadn't quite finished. "Just a few scratches, that's all."
The waitress brought him his drink and he thanked her kindly, before answering Kitsu's other question. "I have a habit of being a little overly social." He said tactfully. "Brand assumes that every person I give my attentions to, I desire to take home to bed, and that is hardly the case." He shrugged, still grinning. "That hasn't stopped him from calling me that, however." |
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Sept 3, 2010 18:04:16 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori shook her head in reference to Arly's question. "No, my name doesn't seem to be common, even where I come from." The only thing common about her name to others, is that most people had all 'unique' names. Shiori gave a quick mental survey on the woman in front of her. She seemed nice, and approachable, but something was still off about her. Well, it isn't like Lory would've purposely invited anyone who would want to harm the occupants of the room. "I...i've seen stranger things in my life, and what about you?" Of course she's seen stranger things in her life, she is a living example of strange. [/size] Aurora If Aurora was scared of Brand before, she was downright confused and startled now. Brand's...joy at seeing Zidane almost caused Aurora to fall out of her seat. Hm...maybe he wasn't sooo bad if Zidane liked him? Either way, he asked a question and since it would be impolite to ignore him she raised her head to answer him. "His name is Zidane," she answered before realizing his gaze was set on her, causing her face to go red. "So um, what's you reason for...being here? [/size] Harmonis "Well there is a lot I could tell you, but I highly doubt any of that will be appropriate." Harm shook her head in fake-disappointment, before taking a puff and passing it back. "Hmm...let's see....the name's Harmonis Licanthya as you might now know, and I'm a caster. Magic's in my blood, I've finally gotten a good handle on summoning, and don't make a stupid move or I might accidentally make you bleed. I can do that without realizing," she gave him a sheepish grin. "Oh! and I have the amazing talent of attracting people to my bed, comes in handy every now and then. And what about you, what makes you so special?" [/size] Sephoria "These festivities? Well, for being created, hosted and majorly human, it isn't half bad, expect for the occasional blood thirst, but that could be due to the fact that their alcohol is not at all strong her," she explained as though it was the weather. Seph is more relaxed, as this event has been deemed 'safe' in her opinion and there is no need to be suspicious of the people her (just a few of them, and her senses have already locked on). "So tell me about yourself Ghost? Anything special about you? And don't say no, otherwise I'm sure Lory wouldn't have wanted you here...crazy man and his need of all things strange, myself included." [/size] |
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Post by Squish|Flint on Sept 7, 2010 18:31:25 GMT -5
Five Minutes Left [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso’s attention was once again commanded by the fiery presence before her. The woman hadn’t said a whole lot to make a definite statement, but judging from her demeanour thus far, the blonde femme couldn’t help but think Alexis was the type of female that would tell you what exactly was on her mind, regardless if it was convenient for anyone else. With her words, actions, posture, her new companion seemed very much like a woman who knew what she could and couldn’t handle. And Calypso has heard somewhere red-heads were supposedly spit-fires by nature. Hmm. If only she could figure out how to possibly draw that out. “Hnn. If my intentions had been... predatory... she was indeed easy prey.” [/color] While her body was toned, her slim muscle was probably more for show than for running. And she was easily frightened. Very easy prey. Calypso would have had no issues in hunting her into the ground. But this was all hypothetical... right? One could never be too sure. Especially if Calypso became curious enough to try it. It was a different waitress who approached them now, apparently made of tougher stuff. She placed the glass on the table and offered Calypso a challenging glare. Hmm. It would appear she angered her in some way. The woman’s unfeeling orbs neither accepted nor rejected the challenge, simply staring back at the waitress as if she were some interesting bug she didn’t care enough to get close to either squash or catch. “Was there something you required?”[/color] Her challenge left unanswered, the other woman was left with only the awkwardness in the empty place her fighter’s spirit was supposed to reside. Politely excusing herself, the waitress left, rather unsure of what to do with herself. The bottle of wine she had left was a dark red as she poured it into her glass. She placed the opened bottle between them, an open invitation to Alexis, as the golden-haired femme sipped at the expensive beverage. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Simon’s small size was indeed not to his advantage. In Troy’s mind, small equalled breakable. Not weak, per say, but breakable all the same. But woman also were breakable. As were children, small dogs, cats, birds, hamsters etc. etc. So perhaps Troy wasn’t the best judge as such things. Simon’s words, however, did little to reassure the larger man. A small, rueful smile tugged on his lips. Not as breakable as he looks? “Aren’t you?” [/color] He murmured, resting his chin on his forearms again. Well, at least he wasn’t nervous anymore. Just wary. It took a moment, but slowly the thought sunk in. Wait...what? Troy suddenly looked at Simon. Really looked. Fathomless black irises peered at the younger male from behind the fringes of chocolate hair. As if trying to lift answers directly from his soul. An answer to a question he hadn’t even put into words yet. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, his staring very quickly lessening its intensity. “You...”[/color] he paused, as if collecting his thoughts, “You can read minds?”[/color] [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja mentally jarred herself, focusing on other scents. The thought of someone bleeding at an event meant for speed dating hadn’t occurred to her. Well, perhaps by accident, but not from one attendee to another. Soraja lightly touched the arm of a waitress, briefly asking after more water, before once again returning her attentions to Killian. He had asked how she was doing. “Hmmmmm.” [/color] The thoughtful hum hadn’t come out as she had intended it. Her Siren instincts, put on alert by the scent of blood –however subtle- added their own flair. There seemed a different, deeper level to her voice, one that turned the simple sound into a compelling, near musical rumble. Because pieces of the Siren’s song had slipped in, trying to draw the male closer. The femme quickly stowed the power away, making sure no more leakages would occur. “ I’m feeling well, thank-you. Just... hungrier than I thought, I guess.”[/color] She offered a small, oddly sheepish smile, thankful when the waitress came back with her water. “ So, what brings you out here tonight?”[/color] She inquired softly, resting her angled cheek on her knuckles. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Sept 16, 2010 22:40:25 GMT -5
Ghost:
"well I suppose special could be a name for it, I'm a warrior back home." Ghost shrugged, he had never viewed himself as special or unique, strange maybe, weird DEFINITELY, but not special.
"I still say the term weird is more suitable to describe me. What about yourself, how are you "special"?" he leans on the table, beginning to become interested.
Kitsu:
"I think it's cuz you get some as often as you can." Kitsu shrugged and polished off one of his last plates of food.
"help yourself, I'm just eating because I got shot anyway, I don't really need too." he gestured at the remaining food on the table as he downed yet another glass of water.
"fucking thirsty..."
Killian:
"curiosity mostly, never thought I would meet a siren here." Killian smirked for a moment before the smile faded, and his face suddenly looked worn and tired.
"I will not have to fight you will I?" it almost came out as a tired sigh.
Cyriaque:
"a kind of magic as well, only I need these." he unholsters his guns then puts them back, having shown Harmonis enough.
"not worried about getting cut, I heal, eventually." he smirks at her and rests his back against the back of the chair.
Brand:
"Zidane is very cute, and I dunno why I'm here, kinda went with the flow of my room mates, I don't really get out much..." he shrugs and watches the girl for a moment.
"you ok? I can book it if you want." he shrugs, it was really no big deal to him, he wasn't here to upset anyone.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Sept 16, 2010 22:46:36 GMT -5
Aralia If it was possible, Arly’s smile widened even more. “Strange is a day-to-day thing with me. You pretty much take it in stride after a while.” She noted cheerily. “Besides, ‘strange’ doesn’t always mean ‘bad’.” Arly added after a brief moment of thought. “Mind you, considering the people we’re currently sharing a room with, I’m not sure we have the right to call much strange anymore.”Alexis Alexis raised her eyebrows to Calypso’s comment. “She’s a waitress. Y’know, eyecandy? She’s not supposed to be prey. I mean, who knows, she may be inherently good at it by some strange chance, but it’s not something she’s probably practiced.” Alexis, of course, was being completely serious through all of this. ‘She would have been easy prey…’ OF COURSE SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN. Or, at least, it was a very plausible theory that she would, under those circumstances, be easy prey.
Alexis caught the waitress as she was passing; wine, especially red, was her brother’s thing, not hers. “Singapore sling, pleaseandthankyou?” She asked quickly. If she took her time, she’d lose her nerve. Talking to people in non-business situations was fucking hard, thank you very much. However, she needed some sugar, and some alcohol would be a bonus, too. Simon Simon didn’t answer Troy’s murmured question, letting it settle into silence for a moment. He could see, and feel, when Troy finally started catching on, and he just tilted his head a little, smiling (and while he was not offended by the staring, he wasn’t accustomed to being looked so closely at, and definitely started blushing a little again) while Troy formed his question. “Close, very close, but not quite.” He answered quietly.
Still smiling faintly, he explained. “ I can read people. Not just thoughts, but emotions as well, and occasionally other things, but those are the primary two…” Simon shrugged. It was always hard to explain. At least when he was trying to tell Ghost he was only distracted by his head short-circuiting. In this case, the only thing distracting him was, well, Troy, and that was not going to go very well for him in the long run. It was times like this Simon absolutely hated being so shy. Still, he was going to have to overcome that if he was going to try and reassure Troy, and get him to relax. “It can be it’s own trouble, of course, but the good part is that I am never really defenseless, so you really don’t need to worry...”Charon Charon shrugged nonchalantly, “If I can get it, to do otherwise seems unproductive. I mean, there are enough reasons for people to go home unhappy. I don’t need to make myself another one of them.” He smiled. Of course, that was one of the simpler reasons, but it was probably the easiest one to explain.
“Yeah, about that getting shot thing. It’s really no wonder it makes you hungry, what with the energy the healing must take, but why so thirsty?” Char asked as he watched Kitsu drain another glass of water dry. |
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