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[onyx2047]

Alexander Aurelius I

Location: Level 6 ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


When the door would not open her head snapped to his direction with a look upon her face. It was a mix of anger laced with...uncertainty. She watched him close the distance and in what was seemless, he stood beside the bag. He wasn't going to let her go. Slowly she set her cup down and dropped her jacket to the floor. Yellow topaz eye's, molten pools of gold hardened upon his curious face. Even as she grew ever nearer she was cautious. She just...didn't want him touching her. Onyx hadn't survived this long because she was strong, fast, powerful. At least not soley. She was smart. She avoiding certain beings and situations. She wasn't sure she liked this one just yet. She came to the punching bag. Those eyes stared at him a moment before they faltered.
"just step back...your ... Distracting." she almost sounded like she was pouting.

She sighed and closed her eyes. She focused. One by one working up her body she 'spoke to' each chakra, awakening it. The energy stirred to life. She was feeling weightless...her finger tips tingled...her flesh blushed with heat from her totem. Spirit anima. She could feel viibrations. She could sense the objects around her. Her heart rate quickened ad it scared her. Then...she found him. His energy was present and her stomach flipped. She could feel her blood moving about her veins and she was resonating with everything as one. She didn't like it. Another rush of heat. It flared and it made her gasp out loud.
"please...I don't want to...do this. Don't..." her voice carried the plea, fear, distant as though her attention had been taken.
Onyx pulled back. She always held back because she was afraid of herself. She didn't want to know. She was sweating and didn't know it. Eye's still closed, she seemed to be half in and half out of a trance. She didn't want to clear her mind. She didn't want to transcend. She begged him to let her go. Limits kept onyx safe and other people safe.

[x808xRUCKx]

"Calm, child. Observe."

He said, dismissing her plea for him to back away as he reached out before him, touching the punching back. His hand faltered for a moment in the air before it made contact against the strong leather bag. His old bony hand remained there for a moment as he breathed in and out, his dreary eyes focusing intently on the bag before him. He balled his fist, the crack of his knuckles as he did so lingered in the air as he resisted the arthritic pain that coursed through his wretched old body.

He pulled his forearm back, holding it in front of him the upper arm parallel to his side, the forearm forming a V shape as he readied himself. There was culmination of energy within his body, no sign of summoning power or meta-physical presence. The feat he would accomplish he would do so as a feeble old man. Quickly, with intent and focus he punched the bag in front of him. His arm snapping straight so quickly dust flung from the old tattered jacket into the air.

The punching bag erupted in a fount of sand and torn leather. The sonic boom of the impact was humbling, like a canon exploding after being packed with far far too much powder. Little grains of sand propelled through the air and blasted the wall across the room, pelting it with the tiny grains of rock and silica. It stripped the paint right off the wall and left several quarter and penny sized indentations. A thick haze of dust spread through the air, as the sound of thousands of granules of sand fell to the floor in front of them forming a conic outline of sand before them.

After silence befell the room once more, the old man stood there beaming with delight. The remnants of the punching bag which was only the upper quarter of leather lay limp swinging back and forth in the air.

"Conventions of the mind limit the body. Conventions of what is or is not possible. Conventions of your own capability. Witness, you are capable of extraordinary things. Focus and release those conventions, free yourself from your self made shackles and punch the bag."

His hand waved back and forth in front of him, clearing the dust away from his face so he wouldn't breath the scratchy cloud. He looked to her with expectant cataract eyes.

[onyx2047]

Alexander Aurelius I

Location: Level 6 ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


Her eye's had still been closed and she was standing before that bag. If she didn't do something he would hurt her. As his fist hit the bag her hands shot out for the bag as well. Her movement was a hit normally done on a human that would cram the bone fragments of the nose up into the cavity and a hit to the groin or lower abdomen. It was just as quick, as powerful as his punch. Onyx had to pull back. He would never understand the conditions that was set upon her. Onyx needed to learn control. Control over emotion. Anyone that encourages a woman as extraordinary as herself to unleash...is asking for pain.

That sonic boom wasn't just him. It was force of double impact. Her body made another movement. She sort of jumped back ever so slightly. She went down on one knee as her right arm came up like a shield to protect her from the wave of debris and power. The dust was settling.

"you are capable of extraordinary things. Focus and release those conventions, free yourself from your self made shackles"

Onyx stood and slowly opened her eye's. Eye's of solid gold, no iris stared back at him.
"Never." she said dangerously.

Onyx would never unleash what she harbored willingly. She had pulled back focusing on the moment when she could feel the objects around her. That seemed to be the frequency she wanted to hit. When at that level, she was still herself and with full control. Like now, she was herself. Her curious eyes were an effect from tapping into energies. Both her own and those around her.

"you are not a regular man so don't try to pretend like what you did pertained to skill. Now...let me go...or so help me..." her emotions were starting to waiver. She had been tested enough especially when she had tried to say no twice already. She took two steps back from him.

[x808xRUCKx]

He harrumphed.

"So clouded, a pity." He said, the tinge of disappointment upon his voice. There was a time long ago, at least, he thought he could recant a time long ago when clouded young minds flocked before him in search of enlightenment. He paused, his eyes glazing down to the floor as a confused expression came to his face. He had forgotten when and where he was at or was he no where and this all was a memory he had decided to visit. He felt uncertain.

A terrible power began to surface within him. A black tar like liquid bubbled and fell from his eyes like tears, dribbling down his check and onto his old tattered jacket. The liquid fell from his nostrils and ears, it bubbled and dotted his skin as thick tendrils beneath his skin wedge between the dermal layers looking as though some horrific parasite swam beneath his almost translucent skin.

It was then the true nature of what stood before her became evident, a well within him spilled forth no unit of measure, no comprehensible understanding could bring to equivalence. Like standing upon the shores of time, before you would exist all of space and even that tiny in comparison to the true reach of that fount of time. It was enveloping, encompassing.

Then it was gone.

The punching bag hung before her untouched since she had last hit it swaying a little back and forth.

The room was as pristine as it had been when she first entered it.

There was no old man.

In fact, only a second would have elapsed and the only indication that anything had ever occurred was her memory of it.

[onyx2047]

Alexander Aurelius I

Location: Level 6/level 1 ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


Only when his face showed sadness and confusion did onyx make the forward motion.
"It's complicated. Disappointment is all your going to find here."
She jerked in a recoil a moment when he started to seeminly transform. Yeah, I'll tell you what is was...damn devil is disguise! Just like that he was gone. Time reversed or never happened at all, maybe it was all in her head? Was he was onyx couldn't know. A celestial being? Cosmic? Devil? Who knew but himsef?

Onyx darted for her cup and jacket, whipped open the door running out of the room. She didn't thik to go up. Instead she ran down the stairs. She'd come to Level 3 to find it was just more rooms as was level 2. She needed to just chill out, catch her breath. She was still unsure if she imagined all of it. Looking over her shoulder she descended.

[x808xRUCKx]

Mind = Blown

[onyx2047]

Location: Level 1 ~ Den Ensemble: Casual Business


Footsteps in rapid sucession pounded the hard stairs as a descent began. To where was yet unknown. Strong hands slammed against the cold metal of a door that burst open upon being assaulted. Onyx took the moment to catch herself up. Rolling her shoulders she felt the need to rebuke her actions. She had gotten skittish. Perhaps it was a fleeting fluke. One that ought to be quickley disposed of in her mind. After all, anomalies existed and presented themselves all the time. Still Onyx was having a hard time discarding that feeling, like she had just entered the twilight zone. Forcing the redirection of attention was when she realized that she was on level one.
This room would help appease her unsettled mind. Amber lit, Victorian Goth decor was what met those eye's of hers first. This room had two levels. A dinning room and a kitchen on one and on the other level was where the den and fireplace was. It was the den that onyx really wanted to inspect closer.

There were books, wall to wall! The soft crackling of the fireplace made her turn her head towards it. She could see herself reading with a glass of wine. This was her kind of place. Who would have thought that she could find a little slice of heaven in a place like this? Onyx slowly began walking around the room to read the spines of the various books here. Many questions crossed the forefront of her mind now. Questions such as: who owns this place? Where did all of these books come from? How many topics were there within these walls? Books, she had a fondness for them and the way they felt, the scent as well. Fresh books inparticular due to the ink and milled paper that detached from one another as the book was fanned through. Some were pleasantly conventional only ever suggesting as to allow you to ponder and decide for yourself on the subject matter. She liked that. As her fingers gently glided over some of the spines she could see that some were very old. She found the original collective Grimm's fairy tales and folk lore. Naturally in German and called Grimm Marchen, 1812, but also the English version as well. She had to wonder if there were any books of pirates in here!? Onyx found a book on Haiku's and pulled it from the shelf. Opening it she began to read a little as she stood there.

[-Bronze Diamond-]

Wiz Khalifa - Its Nothin

"My swag is retarted, when im drivin Ferrari, when im rockin armani; gianni versaci." Words that escaped the caramel painted lips of the rogue as they echoed through the city and vibrated into the air. The smell of what seemed to be like that of Fruity Pebbles, kissing the wavelengths as the figure continued down the path. The smallest glisten appeared from the shades he wore as a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth and caressed his body. Phresh, polished shoes took one step after another as he snorted and took another puff of his Kush, or as most know it, weed. He ran a hand through his nappy afro/ponytail and took the joint from his mouth to exhale once more. He brushed off his shirt and adjusted the sword-sash combo he used as a belt. He then slowly made his way into the alley. His black and white headband flowed in the breeze as the sound of his sandals made small noise with each step. The slightest glisten from the gold in his earrings. He didnt like to be too phresh, for combative reasons of course. No sense lookin like a million bucks and then having to dirty it.


"Stackin cheese till my bread right, smokin trees till my head light, did it all on my own so, imma spend on all my bread like."His headphones blared as he adjusted the mask that occupied his head. He looked up at the sky before blinking behind his shades and flicking his own nose. A spot he called his foster home. He made his way into the doors and looked around before sniffing the air, checking for scents. As suspected, A couple he knew, and a couple he didn't; at least he could tell now from then the last time he was around the area. So with that, the punk went to the bar and took a seat, he was thirsty and needed a drink to wash down the kush he had been puffing on, which, ironically he had more of. He sat on the bar stool and turned to so his back was on the counter, puffing his weed and collecting his mind.

[onyx2047]

Location: Bar » Ensemble: Casual Business


Deciding that she favored the first floor and that she wasn't quite ready for bed, onyx would take the book with her and leave the level. Neither knowing or thinking to check the roof or basement for any further exploration, onyx returned to the main room. If asked she was prepared with a bullshit answer. When she re-entered her brows flew up as she scanned the room. There were suddenly a lot more people here than when she had left. Making her way back to the bar she reclaimed the seat she had sat in before. Perhaps she had been wrong and this place was more popular than she knew? After all this was her first time here. Onyx awaited for the tender to be free'd up so that way she could make another order. She casually browed the index to the book all in wait.

[DevilsAssistant]

onyx2047

Leena's gaze shifted sideways when a girl sat down not too far beside Leena. Curious. "You came to a bar to read a book?" she asked bluntly and just loudly enough for the other girl to hear, a sly bemusement in her voice.

People of Gaia had a tendency to be so nonsensical.

Leena's figure was cloaked in black with traces of brilliant silver, and her face was deeply shadowed by the width of her vampire hunter hat. It contrasted enormously with the girl holding the book down the bar, who seemed to think that a corset with a leather jacket and some Asian wear made her both dangerously sexy and exotic. Her lips twitched slightly at the idea, but that's as far as they would go to suggest her amusement.

Besides, Leena dressed outrageously too; she rather enjoyed costuming - but she really only delighted in costumes when they were interesting.

Leena remained in her place at the bar, her left arm resting against the bar's countertop, and remained facing forward to the person she had spoken to originally; the kid tended to be a man of few words, but he had never rejected her conversation and company yet.

She still expected an answer from him.

After all, if he weren't here, she probably wouldn't be either.

(( Answer at leisure, Melech (geee, calling you that sounds so weeeird). <3 Apologies for breaking out of post order.

Onyx, hopefully that gives enough room to open up a slight conversation of sorts. Sorry I can't do more. >< ))

[onyx2047]

evilsAssistant

Location: Bar » Ensemble: Casual Business




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"You came to a bar to read a book?"



Lifting her eye's off the book she turned her head side long to see a girl speaking to her. Her question was indeed blunt. Onyx could appreciate a blunt person but there was a difference between blunt and rude. Timing was key. Onyx shut her book.
"You came to a bar to be a rude, nosey prat?" as bluntness could be taken it could also be given.

Onyx took in the appearance of the woman...now, a corset and leather was pretty common and if looking common was being viewed as costumey then what the hell was this girl before her? A gothic Indiana Jones? Or maybe Vanhelsing? She was all shadowy and mysterious looking over there and yet clearly bold and curious. Contrasting wasn't the word.

Now this girl not far off didn't deserve to be told why it is onyx had a book in a bar. Onyx looked around a quick second...nope. No signs that said no books. That meant she could do whatever the hell she wanted.
"excuse me for looking it over while I wait for the tender..." was looking it over really so strange?

She got to thinking, maybe she was better off staying on the first floor. I mean she had a sexy fire and a kitchen there! She recalled that cozy chair she saw, the one she imagined herself in. It was decided. Since no one was gettin' down on the dance floor, onyx wasn't going to sit here a the bar, in silence and just drink alone. How could she after seeing the first floor? She was going to order a glass of wine and return to continue to look through her book. At least that was her plan.

[DevilsAssistant]

onyx2047

Leena's violet eyes narrowed slightly as the girl responded with an overtly defensive insult and an abrupt change in demeanor. What a dramatic reaction to a mostly innocent question. How suspicious. That must have been one special book. That, or its owner wasn't very receptive to new company.

"Ah, one of those people," she mumbled disappointingly under her breath, as if speaking to herself. Leisurely, she rolled a shoulder one at a time to get out the kinks at the base of her neck before deciding to speak again. Leena wasn't going to just sit there and be sniped at when she hadn't even been trying to provoke; the conversation seemed to be a futile endeavor. "I apologize, miss. Didn't realize you were so keen on keeping to yourself." Briefly, she moved her head to fully face the girl and dipped it slightly. The thumb and forefinger of her gloved left hand lightly touched the front edge of her hat, allowing that ebony cross with its thick black cord around her wrist to be visible at eye-level. A formal apology. "Please, enjoy your book."

With that, she gave a light sigh and returned to face forward again, intent on returning her attention to the hunter in front of her.

[onyx2047]

DevilsAssistant

Location: Bar » Ensemble: Casual Business


Innocent as the question may have been in its intention, it was the implication that mattered most. Aided by the tone (which onyx caught the "sly bemusement" ) with which the question was asked, it tallied up as deliberate. It made all the difference on how she reacted. Perhaps a more normal approach would have produced a much kinder reaction. Something like: 'what ya reading?' Or 'you must love books! I've never seen anyone read at a bar before. My name is...'
Nope. Onyx got a: 'you came to a bar to read a book?' This girl before her was lucky that onyx didn't go off on her something fierce. The reaction she got was incredibly mild actually because onyx wanted to say a lot more to her but refrained.

So what now? Well one thing for certain came across to onyx as she sat there. As her eye's drank her in and her ears embraced her words onyx realized that this girl clearly did not know the weight in which her own words carried. In other words this girl was oblivious to how the tone of her voice, the words and bluntness she used, was coming off. How did onyx come to this conclusion?



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"Ah, one of those people...I apologize miss, didn't realize you were so keen on keeping to yourself."



She had no concept of her percieved self. She truly believed that onyx was just being a snippy for no reason. Onyx's shoulders sank. Her face drew up with an annoyed but flat expression with her eye's briefly closed. She gave a soft sigh. This girl certainly did provoke! She just didn't even know it. Now when onyx opened her eye's the girl had turned more of her head to face her. A light tug on the tip of her hat, she was ready to dismiss her. Onyx was about to let her accept for the fact that her eye's caught the ebony cross. This caused her to really take in the girl's appearance for a seond time. Onyx's expression changed dramatically.

She had went from annoyed to enlightenment albeit a startled version. Onyx use to be a vampire hunter until she swore off of killing them. Although she never dressed the part she ought to have recognized one when seeing one. She needed to recover this.
"Hey!" she said towards her getting to her feet now. With oni's slightly husked voice, her own no-non-sense demeanor, it would seem for a moment that a fight was about to break out.
Onyx slipped into the chair beside her and gave a warmer smile.

"Perhaps your just not asking the right questions..." she finished.

[x808xRUCKx]

Nafai leisurely slouched back into the soft crimson plush fabrics in the den. The crack of wood popping from the fireplace momentarily overpowered the distant voices he heard somewhere else, perhaps down the hall? The fire kept the room at a warm cozy level, if he had worn his traveling robes he'd been in a mop sweat by now. Instead he wore a thin white dress shirt, it hung loose on his fit and trim body. His metallic silver eyes glanced at the fire, into the flickers waves of light and heat as he mused to himself about exactly what the voices were saying. He was too far from them to make out the conversation, but close enough to know they were having one. He fiddled absentmindedly with the crisscrossing stitching that held his leather gauntlets securely to his hands and wrist. The little clocks inset in each glove told him it had gotten far later into the wee hours of the morning than he had expected. He'd been reading some of the books that caught his attention, found along the walls of the den. There were countless volumes of material in the room, he could spend months reading and might cover only half the collection. Nafai was an exceedingly fast reader, but even his ability to retain and articulate so much information had limits.

He was reading a brief history of vampires, though not the typical fanatical rubbish religious icons would advocate. The book he was reading was a scientific study done by men of science and reason, men who he shared many common virtues with. Scientists were driven by the hunger for knowledge and understanding, much as was he. Perhaps, he thought to himself, if he had been born outside of Elysium into this world, he would have become one, a scientist. He loved tinkering with his clocks and little projects, all the tiny gears and mechanisms, the sprockets and springs. It had been a hobby for many years and he'd gotten quite good at it. Both watches on his hands would attest to that as they ticked in perfect unison with each other.

He reached to his right grabbing a small glass of juice he took from the kitchen, he didn't enjoy drinking very often, so he chose instead either water or juice. Tonight he was enjoying the smooth sweet flavors of a grape based juice, he could tell it had been made from concentrate as there were no little remnants of the grapes even in the bottom of the jar, as there would be from a freshly made drink. But he wasn't very picky, he enjoyed the flavor nonetheless. The glass dripped water down to the coaster below it, soaking into the quark circle. He'd imprinted a small charter spell into the coaster to keep the drink cool, but with the heat of the fire, water condensed along the outside of the glass profusely. Tapping it twice so that the water wouldn't drop on him or the books around him, he carefully brought it to his lips and indulged his insistent thirst.

[-Bronze Diamond-]

(( ******** That Post. ))

CT was relaxing in his room that he had received. He was smoking his kush and eating pocky. He had no music playing. Today he was in his pajamas, but still looked quite fly. Red long johns and a pair of shorts, his pajama hat over his head and his phresh red and black sneakers. He ran a hand through the back of his head and snorted as he walked into the bathroom and took out a bottle of tylenol; popping 2 pills and then returning to the joint he had rolled. " what a drag.."He said as he shook his head and plopped down on his bed. No fun having cabin fever. There were no people to have intellectual conversations with, no punk asses that he could face off with. There wasnt even one single piece of eye candy that he could escort to his room for the night. Candy. He sniffed the air and let out a small little lycanthropic yawn; his serrated teeth barring as he looked around his room slowly. Full of Cannabis smoke and the smell of goodies. He wondered where the other wolf went, the female. She had been away for quite sometime. Surely her transformations couldn't have been so bad to the point of abandonment of ones refuge for this long. Oh well, she would return when she would return. CT would head downstairs in a little while, but for now, he was being a pothead, but then again, when wasn't he?