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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Sept 25, 2010 20:49:20 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori could understand what Arly was saying. After all, strange, kinda fell under the same category as the saying 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. "Well,"her quiet voice began, "I guess everyone is still strange here? I mean since we don't normally interact with people of these...variations, do they not still count as weird?" [/size] Aurora "I'm alright thank you, you just," her cheeks colored up, "startled me into a...very frozen moment?" Aurora felt herself relaxing slightly, taking in more of the event. "So, um...it's Brand right? Why are you here?" [/size] Harmonis "Well that's just peachy then!" Harm's enthusiasm clearly increased. "You know what would be fun? A brawl, between two people, just for the hell of it. Like, that crazy healing guy, and, Harm looks around till she sees Troy. "Him. I want them to fight, we could start a betting pool and everyone wins!" she flashed a millon-dollar smile at Cy. [/size] Sephoria "Well it really depends on your notion of special I guess. Can special be counted as a monster with freedom, because I guess that would be an accurate description of me. Don't worry though, it's not like I bite," Sephoria laughed at the thought of herself. "Ya see Ghost, what I've learned is that men are completely insane, or at least, the ones I know. They just want what they can have. Throw in some teeth, some kicks here and there, and Boom! you get me," she had perfect hand gestures to along with her words. "And even though you said you were a warrior from where you come from, here's the real question...how well can you fight?" [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Oct 7, 2010 9:23:06 GMT -5
Four Minutes Left [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Hmm. It would appear Alexis thought her comment odd in some way. "Hmm. I don't see any reason she's not supposed to be." [/color] Calypso idely ran her nails along the table, the smooth movement nothing more than habit. "Be it waitress, accountant or police. She is human. And humans are nothing but clever animals with guns."[/color] Which was true, except for the few rare specimens, human's were not especially strong or fast. They had no claws or fangs, vemon or size. Desipte their adaptibility, on their own, most humans would die in the harsh wilderness. All animals ate. And when you were a predator... everything was your prey. Including the weaker members of your species. Calypso watched the female order a drink from the waitress. The encounter was rushed and awkward, the red-head clearly uncomfortable. When the attendent left, Calypso spoke, voice as smooth and cool as glass. "You don't like this."[/color] The femme waved her hand the in general direction of the stage, where the source of all this frilly socialness coalesced into the form of an over-enthusiastic, black-haired host. There was no question about it. It was clear Alexis would much rather be somewhere with significantly less people. "Why are you here?"[/color] Calypso tilted her head slightly, the angle displaying her mild curiosity. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy listened intently to the smaller male's explanation. He could read both emotion and thoughts? Troy was sure whether he liked that. One the one hand, those were the two things he wished to hide, that he was uncomfortable showing. On the other hand, it would be so much easier communicating them if Simon could just read them. So, he was divided, but, he seemed to settle down some. He wasn't defenseless? What, could he control minds as well? The demon shook his head almost imperceptably. "So if I got it into my head that I as going to reach out," [/color] his arm mirrored his movement, spanning the distance between them, "and snap your neck..."[/color] the pads of Troy's fingers brushed the soft skin of Simon's throat. He could probably encompass most of the empath's neck with one hand. Instead they gently held the bottom on his jaw, coaxing it upward, so his black gaze could hold Simon's. His voice was quiet, just loud enough to be heard over the din of other conversations. "...you wouldn't be defenseless?"[/color] A dark energy seemed to edge his being; whispers of his demonic power tinting his presence. There was no softness to the set of his mouth, but no harshness in his unfathomable eyes. The hand that gently gripped the young man's jaw, however, was warm and steady. No. Simon never needed to fear harm from Troy. Not on purpose anyway. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Ah. Curiosity. it seemed not even this man could escape its binding grasp. Soraja blinked. Wait... had she heard that right? How did he know she was a Siren? Well... it kind of hard to pin her as a human, considering her appearance, but leaping from 'human' to 'Siren' seemed a bit of a stretch. Before she could say anything forever, Killian suddenly seemed weary and drawn. Fight her? Why would.... a brief tingle of fear slid down her veins. Had he been a Siren hunter? She was fimiliar with those. Soraja supressed a shudder. So many times they had come after her. She didn't want to be Hunted again. She posed a strained smile. "I should hope not. I am opposed to violence." [/color] The Siren forced herself to calm down, and in a more relaxed tone, offered a wry chuckle. "What gave me away?"[/color] Were there many Sirens in his dimension? Were they the same as her? She couldn't be sure. Not unless she asked. But at them moment, Soraja felt no such inclination. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Oct 13, 2010 20:10:31 GMT -5
Ghost:
"well enough." Ghost took a sip of his drink and lowered it to the table, hesitant in putting it down on the dark stained hard wood and staring at it for a second. "I can fight well enough, better if Arly and Sharde are at my back, though sharde can be more trouble than he's worth sometimes." as Ghost finished his statement he couldn't help but smile like he was thinking of a brother.
Kitsu:
"dunno you gotta ask the guy who shot me." Kitsu rubs his head and stares at Charon for a minute. "Brand thinks highly of you, why?" Kitsu's head tilted in sheer curiosity. He hadn't stopped eating the entire time.
Killian:
"I know the siren's song, though many back home use it to harm people and adventurer's." Lian had fought with many strange and terrible creatures. "...and sirens can be the most vicious..." he let his thoughts trail off for a second. "sorry, went down a bad path for a moment."
Cyriaque:
Cy just shakes his head. "I think Kitsu's going through enough right now after that shot I landed." Cy chuckles and puffs on his blunt. "of course you are right, it would be rather entertaining." he offers the blunt back to harm as he watches her quietly, slowly expelling the smoke from his lungs as he did. "so what do you usually do on nights like this, when you aren't doing this thing." Cy gestures lazily about for a few seconds.
Brand:
"I don't get out nearly enough according to Charon, and he's right." Brand shrugs and smiles gently. "What about you, why are you hear?" Brand noticed how nervous he made the young girl, and this actually made him sigh, the one time he wants to be seen as friendly he's scaring the person he's supposed to be befriending, any other day and his enemies would find him amusing at worst.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Oct 13, 2010 20:53:34 GMT -5
Aralia Yay! A chance to work her logikz. It wasn’t often Aralia got to examine puzzles like this. “Would that count as strange, or just new? Because, for example, I know that fellow over there, and while he might seem strange to people who don’t know him, he’s probably the most normal one here.” She nodded vaguely in Ghost’s direction. “So, it’s only strange until you have a context for it? Maybe?” Arly laughed a bit and shrugged. “I won’t lie, I have almost no idea what I’m talking about.” Alexis Alexis was going to try and explain what she had tried to say, feeling a perfectly normal wave of mild annoyance creep through her. Calypso hadn’t exactly understood what she had meant. That was logical after all; how often did Alexis actually have to talk to people and explain shit? How about never? Instead, she heard out Cal’s question and made an honest, disgusted expression when she gestured to the surrounding fanfare. There was no doubt her guess was right on the mark. Alexis did not like this situation very much at all. “Here for work.” She replied shortly. “ Should’ve been my brother, Tom, he’s better at this, but he’s sick at home, and so I have to deal with the idiot rabble that is society…and that was just on the way here.” Alexis smirked and shrugged. “But yeah, that’s why. Work. What about you, Miss I-Can’t-Be-Interested-In-Fuck-All?” Despite the words, her tone wasn’t harsh, but dryly joking. Simon Simon blinked once or twice, not moving as Troy reached out to him. Things seemed to be going slightly more slowly than normal. All of a sudden the sound of other people seemed to fall away, and the soft sensation of Troy’s finger’s trailing over his throat only strengthened the readings he got from the other man. He couldn’t quite pull his gaze away from Troy’s eyes, and though he was blushing rather darkly, he felt no need to try. It was a strange, unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant sensation. For some reason he could feel his breath catch, his pulse jump slightly and suddenly he could feel every breath, quicker than before. It was kind of dizzying, he felt a little lightheaded…he felt good. Whatever it was, it was enjoyable…very enjoyable… He felt himself leaning into Troy’s touch, slightly, and found it to be quite a problem getting the words to answer him. Simon gently reached out and touched Troy’s hand with his own. It was a rather gutsy decision on his part, but he wanted Troy to understand, and what batter to share than this unnamed, delicious delirium that seemed to have come from nowhere? “This…I can do this…” He answered softly, leaning his cheek into Troy’s hand, but not taking his eyes away. Charon Charon smiled at that, and kind of shrugged. Brand thought highly of him? Was that so? Thinking about it made him grin. “Brand and I used to be roommates, a while back. There was a lot of mutual ass-saving, for various reasons.” Charon briefly wondered if the other people present attracted trouble like they seemed to back then. “But beyond that I couldn’t tell you. All I can say is that if I think I’m about to get my ass handed to me, Brand would be the guy I call.”
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Oct 13, 2010 23:15:55 GMT -5
Shiori "Well....it would depend on his talents as well. If he was a fighter, and say, there was just a high school girl, then he would be considered weird. However, if she interacted with foreign beings, then she would be weird. But it's all a matter of perspective in my opinion." Shiori loved opinion-based topics, they showed the perspective of another person on the exact situation, and it made it alright to see. Shiori nodded with Arly, and then giggled herself as Arly laughed. Her laughter was contagious, that's for sure. "Well, for almost having no idea, you sure are making a lot of sense." [/size] Aurora "Well," she began, "my main reason for being her is my sister. She is a social butterfly and found it odd that I didn't interact with other people as often as I did." Aurora twiddled her thumbs, "people generally never liked me, so I was forced to come here in order to make sure my roommates didn't go crazy because of Celeste and her...over-enthusiastic ways.I'm surprised she hasn't burst in yet, making sure that I'm alright." She looked up at Brand, giving a sheepish grin at the thought of her sister and her antics. She loved Celeste, she really did, but she also knew that her sister was probably causing hell for Neo and Jason right now...actually, hell might be an understatement. "So Brand, what do you do in your spare time?" [/size] Harmonis "Well not right now, I'm perfectly content to wait for 14 minutes, and then hope for it to happen." She nodded her head excitedly, the listened to his question. "Me? Why I work...I think? If it's whole Blob of things. Sometimes, I'm usually working on my magic and potions, whether they be useful or just for disaster results. Sometimes, I spar, gotta make sure I won't die just because I'm too lazy to use my own blood you know." Harm thought about the last thing she did, and how to phrase it accurately. "And my main thing, is my occupation for the moment. I'm a waitress and a dancer at the club I work at," she continued after taking a sip of water. "I serve people food, I provide entertainment, and...I think we're looking for a new bartender?" she questioned out loud, not completely sure herself. "So yeah, that's what I do in my regular slotted time...Oh! And run away from my brother because it's fun." [/size] Sephoria "Arly and Sharde huh? They must be some very important people to you, the fondness is quiet apparent on your face," her tone wasn't condescending, just...empty in a sense. "Arly...is that not one of the participants at this event?" she question, fairly sure she heard that name, or a full name with that as it's abbreviation. "Ah yes," she nodded, "The useful at times but jackass at the other times type of person? Believe me, it is better to have them a little difficult now, and then being stuck to them for life, it could be worst Ghost Raziel...you could be stuck with someone who tried to kill you in your sleep." She looked around the room till she located Arly and looked back at Ghost, "So, what is your idea of a fun time Ghost?" [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Oct 14, 2010 18:17:58 GMT -5
Three Minutes Left [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso watched as her assumption hit home in the other woman. It wasn't surprising though. Calypso couldn't think of anyone who would actually enjoy such a display. The femme herself barely tolerated it. And that was saying something. It was one of Calypso's -for lack of a better word- 'good' qualities to be tolerant of near anything she was presented with. For this to tax her as much as it did made a statement. Calypso had half a mind to go up and applaude the host's ingenuity at testing her patience. However, she listened to Alexis' reason for being here instead. Work? What kind of work required a significant amount of time surrounded by people you didn't know in places you hated? Although, if this brother of her's actually liked sociallizing, it wouldn't have been much of a problem.
Quite suddenly the conversation turned around, being directed at Calypso in the oddest way. The ghost of a smile graced her lips, a low, breathy chuckle slipping between them. She had been addressed as many things in her life time, but that was the first way she'd heard it put quite that way. "Hnn. Why did I come here?" [/color] Calypso traced her wineglass with the tips of her fingers, a low ring sounding once. " I suppose I couldn't help myself."[/color] She rested her hand on the table. "I was....curious."[/color] Calypso moved her gaze from the wineglass to Alexis. " What does your job entail?"[/color] She asked, apparently still wondering about the line of work that required such socialization. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy watched as Simon's cheeks stained crimon, the skin heating up under his fingertips. He wasn't completely surprised. After all, he was being man-handled by a half-naked demon he had just met. However, it was probably Troy who was more surprised when Simon, in turn, made contact with Troy's skin. Heat seemed to trickle into his veins, shocking his system. It had been a long, long time since the demon had felt such an emotion. A brief flash of chains and fire swep though his mind, and Troy jerked away, startled. He looked at Simon, black eyes widened, before looking away. As his arm was pulled back, once again resting on the back of his chair, a light blush settled just under his bangs. He didn't know exactly what happened, but he had sure learned his lesson: Hands off the empath. (lolnicetry) He let his finger tips trail over the cool metal of his manacle absently, unsure of how to continue. "Is this something you'd normally come too?" He asked, black eyes making contact before sliding to the table awkwardly. He knew it was something he would never have thought to attend. Why he did... he'll never know. The memory behind the reasoning of this event, it seemed, slipped him mind. Hm. Maybe the mind-reader could find it.
[/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Ah. Her Song. Soraja cursed it. Stupid siren instincts. They may have kept her alive in the past, but they nothing more than a nuisance now. I would appear unlike Brand's world, Sirens where Killian lived were still very much active. And more like the Sirens Soraja knew and hated. Soraja's soft chuckle held an edge of bitterness. "As one myself, believe me when I say I can attest to cruelty of Sirens." [/color] Her golden eyes held a light of grim humour. But when she shook her head, it disappeared. "Hopefully I can break the Siren mould you have in your head."[/color] Her small smile was hopeful. "I'd like to think I've always been a bit... different."[/color] She smiled wrly. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Oct 18, 2010 16:25:16 GMT -5
Ghost:
"Sparring with Sharde or sharpening my blades really, don't get to do much else where I'm from." he sipped at his drink again and watched her. "what about you, you prolly have more fun than I do." Ghost sipped his drink again, still watching the girl.
Kitsu:
"why? Brand doesn't look very tough..." Kitsu looked over at brand, if anything in this moment he looked kinda pathetic to be honest. Kitsu shook his head. "he doesn't even act that tough, he can't be terribly useful." Kitsu then promptly stuffed more food in his face.
Killian:
"your the first siren I've actually gotten to sit down and talk to, your creating the mold." Killian smiles gently at her. She claims to be different, she didn't realise just how different she was. "just what makes you so different then?" Killian flagged down a waitress politely and asked for a red wine.
Cyriaque:
Cy just shakes his head. "sounds like fun, and you call this life?" Cy shrugs and puffs on his joint a bit. He smirked and realized he hadn't revealed anything about himself. "I guess I'm a bounty hunter in a sense, back home there are a lot of strange creatures and sometimes they gotta be put down hard. That's where I come in I guess." Cy takes a small puff before offering the blunt to Harm.
Brand:
"uhh I study, yeah I have this tome of spells I've been trying to learn, not easy stuff for me." He shrugs and smiles at her sheepish grin. "your fond of her then?" his voice was gentle, she'd given him the chance to be a nice guy, it was kinda strange to brand but he was enjoying the conversation.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Oct 21, 2010 9:04:46 GMT -5
Aralia “You look a lot more yourself when you’re laughing.” Arly pushed her glasses up and looked at Shiori through the dark lenses. “So have you been having fun so far? It didn’t look like everything got off to a very good start with you earlier.” Aralia knew she had sort of already brought this up, but still. Shirori definitely seemed the type to brush it off, and Arly wanted to be certain she was alright.
She noticed a woman looking at her from across the room, but she didn’t know her name. Whoever she was, she was sitting with Ghosty, but Arly hadn’t listened for his partener. While it was a little strange, she figured that if it was something bad, chances were Ghost could handle it.Alexis “Technically I’m an editor-slash-programmer-slash-mechanic.” Finger-quotes and a roll of her magnified eyes accompanied Alexis’s description. “Which basically amounts to my never having to deal with people besides motherfucking telemarketers.” Ooooh they made her so mad. There was a reason she had made herself an unbreakable telephone after all.
“But the part you’d probably be more interested in is what my brother does. Thank god he’s got more social skills than the both of us-” She grinned lopsidedly, “- because he’s the one who does all of the interviewing. Talks to people like everyone here for a living. Maybe a few weirder ones, even.” There were a couple of exceptionally weird folk he had talked to in the past. Normally that went rather well for him.Simon Simon didn’t know the reaction he was expecting, but that wasn’t it. All of a sudden things in his head seemed to move rapidly; he saw a whirlwind of flames, heard the sound of clinking metal, somebody screamed-
Simon jumped, his eyes wide and blinking, trying to clear the vision from his head. What was that? He looked around quickly, fear evident in his eyes, but it didn’t seem like anything had happened. He looked back to Troy just in time to catch Troy looking down, and Simon quickly did the same, already upset with himself for having been so reckless. Whatever he had done, it has obviously discomfited Troy, and that was inconsiderate of him.
Should he risk an apology? Or would that just make everything worse? “S-sorry…” He murmured, barely audible, his eyes still looking at his hands which were knotted together in his lap. At his question, Simon took a deep breath to try and answer him, shaking his head. “N-no…Char invited me…” He nodded over to the blond man at another table. “This is definitely his kind of thing, but he said I should come because I don’t get to talk to others much…What about you?” Simon half-knew the answer already, but it would have been nice to hear it, regardless.Charon “Tsk tsk, Kitsu.” Charon was grinning and shaking an admonishing finger at the other man. “Judging people by their appearances. You should know by now that it’s bound to mislead you.” He reminded, resting his elbows on the table, and his chin on his hands.
“Brand likes to try and make other people comfortable around him. He doesn’t want anything involving him to be any kind of big deal, he just wants people to relax, so of course he isn’t going to try and look particularly badass.” Charon shook his head, “But that’s no reason to doubt it, and I can guarantee you that he can be exceptionally useful.”
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Nov 12, 2010 15:56:03 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori seemed touched that someone was genuinely concerned for her well being. It wasn't something that happened to often, or even considerate half the time. But what could she say about that? "I'm...well, I'm used to that happening frequently," she started off, offering Arly a small smile, not entirely true but not false either, "At least this wasn't bad...I've had worse times before." Surprisingly, she had been unconscious for a long period of time, or worse, Vielle actually surfacing. [/size] Aurora She seemed happy that Brand wasn't going to eat her or something. "Well, I do now, but before, we never got along..." Aurora recalled the past; the major differences between her sister and herself occured then. "We never used to get along very well, and the fact that we were so different, and yet we were twins," Aurora shrugged almost confusedly before bursting out in giggles at the thought of her sister. "S-sorry," she tried to explain once she got her breathing back down, "I just remembered who I left alone with my sister, and I'm afraid they aren't going to be too happy with me when I get back." [/size] Harmonis Harm laughed, "This is just one phase of life I guess, eventually it's going to settle down... I think, if not, I might be screwed." She took the blunt from Cy before continuing, "A bounty hunter? Sounds...exotic," she passed the blunt back to him before flagging the waitress down, to ask for some vodka. "So what kind of creatures do you deal with? I'm assuming that you use those guns of yours to take care of the 'harder' ones?" She looked up as the waitress came back with 4 shots of vodka. She pushed two of them towards Cy. "What say we do some shot? And if you can handle the two, we can get some more." [/size] Sephoria She shook her head in amusement. "I guess you can say I have amusement, I work as a hunter and an artist. And annoying some rich snob is a good pastime as well," Sephoria wasn't overly bothered by talking about herself at all. She called the waiter over to order something to snack on while she was here. "So this Sharde-person, you guys enjoy fighting each other? I'm wondering what type of world you come from, can you explain this to me?" [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Nov 13, 2010 17:57:03 GMT -5
Two Minutes Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso regarded Alexis’ movements with the slightest tinges of humour. Her manner of speech was amusing, those glasses making her eyes three times bigger than they actually were. Hnn. Telemarketers. While Calypso couldn’t say she looked forward to their calls, she couldn’t say she dreaded them. The femme never gave them enough time to be annoying. Most exchanges involved Calypso picking up the phone, hearing ‘Miss. Knoll’, and then calmly hanging up the phone to continue her day. God forbid Calypso get annoyed at a telephone conversation. Not when there was always the option of hanging up. She could see how people could consider telemarketers as such though. They were rather persistent and unnecessary.........like the croc fad...... or facebook. Calypso drifted out of her own thoughts, listening to the description of what her brother did. The knowledge of Alexis’ brother being sociable was not a surprise to the female. You’d be hard pressed to find someone that wasn’t more adept at this than Calypso.
It was slightly amusing to have Alexis put herself into the group. Most people shied away from admitting weaknesses or things that made them an oddity of society. Apparently this woman didn’t find any problem putting herself and a totally stranger into the same boat. She went on to say that not only was her brother companionable, he was good at it. The part that struck her, however, was the mention of the strangeness human beings were capable of. “I have seen a great many beasts in my time. Creatures that kill their own sisters, things that eat their prey from the inside out.” [/color] Her parents, back when calypso had been very young, ere often invited out to the elite’s menageries, where exotic beasts in cages slowly rotted in cages as they dreamed of the wildness they once possessed. “But the human animal,”[/color] She continued, nails sliding over the silken material of the table cloth, “Is by far the oddest.”[/color] After the slightest pause she spoke again, something mentioned earlier coming to the front of her mind. “You said you were a programmer.”[/color] Her steely eyes met Alexis’. “A programmer of what?”[/color] [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] If it hadn’t been obvious before, it was now, what with Simon looking around as if someone had been shot. Well... it wouldn’t have been the first time tonight. His eyes slid to the fox-man who sat gorging himself on food. But Simon could indeed read not only emotions, but his mind, if he had seen what Troy had been remembering. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to understand the full meaning behind the brief flicker of memory. Simon’s stuttered apology sounded regretful in his ears, and Troy looked up, a small smile pulling his lips into an uneven line. “It’s alright. I was just... surprised. “ [/color] He assured the younger man . With a nod of his head, Simon had his attention focused in the direction of the fox-man once more, indicating his partner as one ‘Charon’. It was the man that had noticed him earlier. Before the host had arrived. Troy’s dark eyes turned back to Simon’s clearly over his brief awkwardness, as he asked his question. “I honestly don’t remember. My family somehow coerced me into it.”[/color] The word had rolled so casually off his tongue. ‘Family’. Not his true family of course. The friendly, responsible neko, irritatingly confident vampire, and quietly loyal werewolf were the closest thing he would ever have to a family, though. There was a tentative possessiveness in the way he spoke and thought of them, an almost fearful edge. They were people he wanted to claim as his own, but also feared for their souls in being associated with him. His chin rested on his forearms again, absently fiddling with the iron shackle. He kept eye contact, however. “It seemed like a good idea.”[/color] He spoke, wry grin lifting his feature in a sort of dark humour. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] The Siren shook her head, but was smiling. “You won’t be getting a very good idea of what us Siren’s are like then. I’m a bit of an.... outcast.” [/color] There were no negative feelings associated with the words. Just simple... fact. Soraja spoke as he signalled the waitress. “Well, for one, if I were like any other Siren of my species, there would have been more than one death already.”[/color] Her smile was somewhat teasing, somewhat predatory. “ I also would have stayed on my male diet, rather then try and live among my natural prey.”[/color] Soraja ran her finger along the lump of silver her blood had created. “And with all these men in the room, another of my kind would have already Changed. “[/color] The thought of her other form made her lip lift slightly in distaste. How she dreaded that shape. Hated how much she loved being in it and how little control she had over its being. Soraja’s face smoothed though, after a moment, returning to its open look. “So yes. I like to believe I am... milder than my Siren sisters.”[/color] she used the term lightly. They weren’t actually related to each other, but sisters in the sense they were all female, and all sharing the silver blood of man-killers. Because even if she wasn’t preying on humans, she was still very much a predator. Despite the small, lithe appearance, she harboured another beast under her flawless skin. The only thing that kept it leashed were chains of will she had put there herself. A tenuous balance between animal and rational being. Soraja was very practiced at what she did... but in no way did that mean she was infallible. Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Nov 17, 2010 20:08:52 GMT -5
Ghost: "I come from a place where we have to fight to survive, and maybe even keep from being wiped out as a race, it's not a pleasant place, and I'm very glad I have the friends I do have. The creatures that want to wipe us out are ugly and far more war like than even us humans." he sighs and takes a deep sip, finishing his drink in one gulp. He sets his glass down gently. "like I said not pleasant, where are you from."
Kitsu: "If you say so horndog..." Kitsu had decided to use Brand's nickname for Charon. it suited, Charon even smelled like a bit of a horndog, player would have been going to far, Kitsu could easily sense the loyalty this man could generate for those he cared about, Kitsu admired that. Without any explanation Kitsu offered Charon his hand. "you're good people, we can be friends." Kitsu beamed at him.
Killian: "Milder is not the word I would use judging by your distaste for your own kind." Lian's words were gentle. he sipped at his wine slowly, it wasn't the best he had tasted but it was still delightful and sweet, more like a grape juice to him. he returns his gaze to the siren in front of him. "you are a credit to your species my friend." Lian raised his glass to her, taking one last sip then setting it down.
Cyriaque: "naw I'm lazy, I use my guns to bring down any bounty, the faster the better." Cy shrugged gladly taking the shot and downing it like a champ. "careful now, I don't wanna get too drunk." he smirks and downs the second one. "long walk ahead of me don't ya know." he faked some really goofy sounding accent before taking a long drag. "I mostly bring down creatures that are causing trouble or injuries to people, we all gotta do our part right?" He smirks at her, taking another hit and passing it back.
Brand: "i'm sure they can deal with it, I mean everyone deserves to have fun right?" he smiles at her and watches her. "I mean I'm normally trying to figure out my magic tome, never have any luck with it." he smirks ruefully at her. "but then I don't really have a natural talent." he chuckles quietly. "what about you, any special abilities?"
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Nov 17, 2010 20:15:13 GMT -5
Aralia “Yeah, but having worse doesn’t mean it’s immediately okay to have less worse.” Aralia said, pushing up her sunglasses with the back of her hand and grinning. “Here, lookit…” She pointed to a scar that disappeared under the collar of her shirt. “This one. It sucked something terrible. But, I’ve hard worse.” She shrugged, still grinning, “Doesn’t mean I’d ever want to have to do it again, right?” Aralia wasn’t the type to waste energy on being self-conscious, at least not while she hat her hat and sunglasses on, so her scars had never really bothered her. After all, she spent most of her time with Ghost and Sharde; the three of them had nothing to worry about in that department, not when they were all covered in them.Alexis Alexis shook her head, grinning. “People, human people, bug me. The people my brother talks to, usually, don’t fit into that category.” She took a quick look around the room. “That blonde guy? The bleeding one? He’s a blood mage. And the guy he’s with is a part-demon, kinda acts like a lab retriever. People like that, or vampires, Christ we deal with a lot of ‘em…and this one hot nymph chick. Humans are…considerably rarer, thank god.” She explained. “Which is good, because they’re generally petty and annoying, and work as telemarketers.” Could you tell there was a certain profession she didn’t much like?
At Cal’s other question, her grin widened just a bit. “What do I program? Well. Whatever I damn well please, to be honest.” She shrugged. “Made a laptop for my brother so he stops getting lost when he goes to do interviews…made myself a giant spider…this one guy ordered these really sneaky grenades, those were fun…” She shrugged again. “I program whatever I can find.”
Simon Simon could feel the complex mix of emotions the one simple word had evoked in Troy, and he smiled, small but warmly. “I know what you mean…” he said, gently, and with another look over to Char, and then over to Brand where he sat, Simon looked back to Troy, “Char, and Brand…it’s almost the same thing. Not quite, but pretty close…It was Char who convinced us both to come...” He laughed a bit, running a hand through his dark hair, “Same reason in the end, too, I guess. It sounded like a good idea at the time.” He was blushing a bit again, looking at Troy’s smile. Something about it was captivating in a decidedly pleasant manner.Charon Charon rolled his eyes at Kitsu's adoption of Brand's name for him. How many times did he have to explain it. He wasn't out to bed everyone...or, at least, not quite everyone. Still, it wasn't as if he was offended by any of it, not really. He was a little surprised when Kitsu offered his hand, but shook it gladly. "You don't seem like such bad people yourself, I'd be happy to." he replied with a grin.
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Post by Harmonis Licanthya on Dec 30, 2010 1:46:50 GMT -5
Shiori Shiori looked thoughtful. "Well," she looked away, a shy awkward look on her face, "with these instances, there's only bad unfortunately..." However, she did nod in agreement with Aralia's statement. "So, um...Aralia, how do you know that guy?" She looked in the direction of Ghost, before turning back slowly, before realizing that her inquiry appeared rude. "I'm sorry!" she gushed out, "I-i mean, it just seemed strange that people know each other in this event before showing up, " she hung her head, her eyes kept low.Aurora She shook her head in denial. "It's not the dealing part...it's that, our roommates...we got stuck in a co-ed dorm room when we shouldn't have been, since that place didn't allow it. So my sister, well...she enjoys tormenting them a little too much..." She tilted her head in curiosity. "No, I'm not entirely too familiar with magic...or anything out of the ordinary. I'm a university student. I can cook, and I musically inclined...does that count?" [/size] Harmonis "Nah," she grinned, "this is what I call a fun time." She flicked her wrist towards Charon, "and see, not even a full fourteen minutes and I've already started to have some fun here." She looked in agreement to his comment on weird creatures. "Agreed, even my side is littered with strange little creatures. They, just don't leave me alone," she winked at Cy, "maybe you should come over and get rid of them as well." [/size] Sephoria "I can offer my condolences on that. While humans are...much different than my own kind, you race is one of the more favorable and bearable ones, I can tell you that much; I have seen many types in my life." She thought for a moment, thinking about her own place. "My life is...abnormal to say the least. It is peaceful sometimes, sometimes we have people trying to kill us for who we are, or the money we own...unimportant things." Sephoria shrugged, "what can one really do in situations such as those?" [/size]
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Post by Squish|Flint on Jan 31, 2011 0:08:18 GMT -5
One Minute Remaining [/size][/font] Calypso[/font][/size] Calypso’s eyes moved fluidly in the directions Alexis indicated, tracing over the beings’ figures. A blood mage and half-breed with the mannerisms of a dog. She went to mention other creatures, such as vampires and nymphs that her and her brother dealt with. They must have been common where the other femme came from. Where Calypso originated, there had only begun the whispers of Awakened, massive canines, equines and felines roaming the fringes of society, talk of emerging mages and shape-shifters, humans with growing powers and one rare rumour of Gryphons. Calypso herself had felt stirrings of a strange nature in her blood, though she couldn’t tell whether it was from anything other than being in the proximity of ancient power.
Whatever she wanted huh? She seemed rather adamant about it as well. “Hmm.” The hum was a low sound of amusement drawn out from the back of her throat. The stoic female listened to the brief sample of items Alexis could make, taking note of the variety. While Calypso didn’t have any interest in laptops, the grenades and mechanical spider sure got her attention. They seemed like things out of some sort of sci-fi show, which tickled a long buried part of her brain, faint nostalgia rising in her being. “Impressive.” [/color] She spoke, no trace of flattery behind the words, her tone indicated rather she saw it as something of a fact. A comment, not on just the mechanical feats themselves, but for the person behind it as well. She head tilted to the side, near infinitesimally, her eyes narrowing before she spoke again. “For a human, I suppose.”[/color] Her lip lifted slightly at the corners, betraying the slightest of smirks, her low tone almost playful under its honeyed ice. [/sub][/blockquote] Troy[/font][/size] Troy listened with easy attentiveness, his dark gaze steady and unwavering. Char and Brand. Hmm. He'd have to remember those names. He felt strangely protective of this frail-seemingly man-child before him. Well... perhaps not so strange. After all, he had been a Guardian before the Fall.... His clinking chain sent stabs of pain into his core, like little nails into his heart. Not physical pain of course... but just as wounding. His eyes drifted closed, quashing the sensation. "Though I don't see how you can get to know someone in only seven minutes." [/color] He missed the younger male's blush which was probably just as well. No need to get into an awkward competition this far into the game. Speaking of time... their's was almost up, wasn't it? A pity. So short a time. Well, seven minutes was better than nothing. "Perhaps... it wasn't such a bad idea after all."[/color] Troy's eyelids slid back, onyx eyes open once more, a small, almost hesitant smile gracing his lips. Even if his first two partners had been what he feared and longed for the most, he could not regret meeting Simon, the funny little mortal with such a strange, curious ability. [/sub][/blockquote] Soraja[/font][/size] Soraja exhaled quickly, one of those soft, breathy chuckles that never really seems to count. "Yes. I suppose 'mild' isn't the right term for it." [/color] The femme shook her head, pin-straight hair softly twisting around her face. "Though I suppose the others can't help what they are."[/color] It was her that was the oddity, after all. Even as she thought this, Killian spoke. A...a what now? Credit to the Sirens? Soraja blinked, golden eyes wide and surprised. "....thank-you..."[/color] It had taken her off-guard, his compliment. Nobody had ever called Soraja anything remotely similar. After the initial stunned look, the Siren flashed teeth in a genuine smile. Soraja couldn't help but wonder more about the man's own history, but it appeared she had squandered her time flapping her own mouth. Time had never been an issue before, after all, what was time to an Immortal? For now however, it appear she had run out. "Well I truly hope you enjoy yourself here. Lory is...eccentric,"[/color] Her gaze drifted to the brazenly dressed human male up on stage, indulgent grin on her lips, "but he means well."[/color] Outfits;; Cal, Troy, Soraja[/sub][/blockquote]
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