Rika's head snapped up quickly when the voice hit her ears. Then Ella was practically ont op of her and a sad but gentle smile crossed her features. She turned to look at Sophie, placing a hand on her head but said nothing. She simply leaned forward, kissed her forehead and stood up to leave. She stopped at the door and turned to look at the neko on the bed.
"When you're ready, we should talk." She said gently. Then she smiled and left.
Sophie about panicked when Ella landed on top of her, forcing her to sit up a bit more quickly than she intended. She cringed from some subtle pain here and there but her focus shifted when Rika so gently minded her and then left with so few words. She looked out the door after her before focusing back on Ella and Kiro, her ears flat against her head.
"Yeah, just feel like I got hit by a truck about a month ago." It was meant as a joke but as the words left her mouth, nausea flew into her stomach and dizziness into her head. She steadied herself with Ella's help then sat back further in the bed, concern written on her face. She focused on her hands without looking at Kiro.
"Thanks for the heal." She said evenly. She looked over her hands and glanced about her body as the places where blood should have been. The suit certainly took some damage.
"And sorry about your suit." She said finally before glancing at him.
"Is... Did everyone else get out alright?" The everyone wasn't what it sounded like and by her tone, Kiro would know who she was asking about. Her gaze was steady on him though, worried, tired, even scared but steady.
✖ A smile grew on his lips as he looked the small girl over. After a few seconds he offered her a small bow. "A princess of fairies....." Raising up he offered her his hand. When she took it he helped her down and gave her a small spin. "You might need to watch out, or you may overshadow the bride." It was said in a teasing manner but there was a small hint of truth to it. He knew come the wedding the bride would not have his attention. This adorable little girl would. ✖
ℳóóḍ: (◡_◡) ℒóḉαłìóἠ: Moter's Room Ѡìłḫ: Mimi, Kellet and Cmabria
⋙ Sitting up quickly he took note of Sophie now being awake. He rose and was about to move through a protal when he really took note to the others in the room. They were talking, and from the look on her face he felt it really wasn't a place or time for him. They must be talking about the fight. Sigh he sat back in the chair and went back to playing with the string. He would just have to continue to wait until she was alone. Or in higher spirits. He sat for a second before a thought entered his mind. Standing once more but this time with a large smile he brought up an image of the small town a few miles away. Opening a portal he stepped out and made his way to one of the local shops. ⋘
ℳóóḍ: ◕ ◡ ◕ ℒóḉαłìóἠ: The Demintion Ѡìłḫ: Everyone and Noone
In the distance, the soft rumble of a 1584cc engine grumbled, rising and lowering as it drew closer. Turning down the final street that lead down into the Warehouse district, the Electric Purple Harley Roadking came slowly into view, being followed in the air above by a Raven that seemed to be three sizes too big.
Sitting behind the apebars was a man in loose leather pants, his steeltoed boots shimmering in the dim light, the red and black leather vest with the criss cross buckles covering his bare tattooed chest, his long silvery white hair fluttering in the wind of his passage. His eyes were hidden under a pair of aviator shades and the brim of his wide cowboy hat that had seem better days. As he popped the clutch down into second, his studded gloved hands gripping the handle bars, the Cleric looked up as he drew closer. His lower mouth and nose were hidden behind a breathing unit of some sort, soft pink mist pouring from the vents on either cheek pad
As he drew closer, more could be heard. It seemed that he had a small stereo on the bike, playing "La Grange" by ZZTop just loud enough to be heard over the engine when he revved it up. Strapped to his back was a holster of some sort, what looked to possibly be a shotgun but it was oddly shaped in some fashion.
Stopping outside the Warehouse, the old Cleric looked up as he flipped down the kickstand. Reaching down, he slowly turned off the bike before removing his mirrored shades, taking in the outter facade with his deep sad violet eyes.
╭☆╯Her eyes followed the small girl and her son before her attention was brought towards the lobby. It seemed that whatever had been causing the drama was gone. Well at least for now. Turning she moved back to her door, letting her fingers drift across the frame. Nothing seemed to happen but she had broke the seal that was binding them in. Her elf ears twitched at a load roar from outside. If it hurt her hearing she could only imagine the pain the nekos and her son were in with their sensitive hearing. Moving to the window she pulled it open as the sound died out. The wind cought her blue silver hair pulling it as she leaned out to view the newest guest. A brow rose slightly as she took in the character. A small smile twitched at her lips before she turned back towards the room and nodded to Cambria. "Did you have dress in mind for the wedding dear? If not might as well have one made while your here, no?" She smiled once more before tilting her head to the young neko.
Finally catching sight of some movement from the upper windows, the old Cleric smirked ever so slightly from within the breathing unit as he threw his right leg over the tank, and coming to his feet returning his shades to his face. Standing at just over 6 feet, the being was scrawny almost to a fault, yet by his arms and torso under the red and black vest, he was a man who took great pride in his appearance.
Cracking his neck from side to side, Zantara gave the woman a small little two fingered salute as his Raven landed on the front handlebars of his bike. Reaching out with a free hand, he scratched it under the chin and began to head for the doors, his knee length hair swaying in the breeze, the sound of the spurs on the heels of his boots spinning wildly with each step.
And with a quick motion, he pushed open the door.
((Thank you LSS. Just passing through mostly, but wanted to see what trouble I may be able to find for a few days, perhaps))
((Well welcome non the less and feel free to stick around for a while... Ummm I believe I can have Tessa meet you... She is somewhat free ^.^))
((Well that would be completely up to you, LSS. I've been puttering around Gaia looking for an RP since about 10 this morning my time so... I am bored outta my skull. Been posting in ED on this and my other account if that gives you some idea))
εїз She turned and moved along with Andrea. Her eyes traveled down to her daughter and offered her a small smile. "You know you have become quite good at your skill. I am very proud of you." On her way towards the kitchen she paused as she heard the front door open once more. The threat had already left so this meant a new guest. Knowing of Koru's anger at the neko woman that just left she felt it would be better if she greeted this new guest. Looking to Andrea she gave her a small smile. "Go on to the kitchen and meet your sister. She is bring up ice cream. And with that I believe the feast should be just about done..." Turning she moved back towards the lobby area. Her soft red eyes landed on the new guest. She offered him a small head nod as she moved over towards the books. "Welcome to the Hotel. Do you need a room?" Her tail swayed slightly as she opened the guest book and began to search through the rooms available. εїз
ℳóóḍ: (◕-◕) ℒóḉαłìóἠ: Lobby Ѡìłḫ:A guest, Koru and Andrea
Looking down at the smaller woman by the name of Tessa who spoke to him as he stood there, silhouetted by the sun behind him, his long silvery-looking hair catching the light and exploding into it's actual multitude of colors. For each separate strand of his locks was a different pastel shade, from black to white and everything in between, but each was coated with a clear substance that made the colors almost indistinct except in exactly that sort of light.
Breathing in deeply, he stepped out of the halo of light and walked towards her, the spurs on his boots jangling with each step along the hard floors. She might notice the odd weapon over his shoulder or perhaps even the pair of handaxes that rested on each hip of his leather pants.
Perhaps it was the glimmer behind his mirrored shades or the odd breathing apparatus that covered his nose and mouth. The serpent ring on his right ring finger? Maybe the Celtic band on his left middle finger complimented by the plain silver pinky ring on the same hand, covered slightly by the fingerless leather gloves he wore, the matte black metal knuckle protectors glistening flatly.
Whatever it was, she could sense that this.... was an very odd man.
Stopping in front of her, he let the plain silver keychain of his bike twirl around the index finger of his left hand before catching it in his palm with a snap.
"A neko? Interesting... Yes.... perhaps a room is in order. Do you have one that has windows on the South Side?"
His voice was song-like even through the mask, deep and yet it seemed that there always was a questionmark hidden at the end of every sentence.
εїз Her eyes studded him for a moment before she turned them back to the book. There was something odd to him. But it was something that she had gotten use to. You didn't walk through those doors unless there was something off about you. She had learned that over the years of helping Koru run the business. A smile pulled her lips. "You will find quite a few nekos running around here. Plus we have quite a few other races here. Rabbit, elf, succubus.. You might run into quite a few of them in your stay." Her finger landed on a spot and she turned the book for him to sign. "Room 318. Just sign here if you would.." She turned and reached for the key. Selecting it she placed it beside the book. "I am Tessa. If there is anything you need please feel free to ask." She offered him another smile and slight nod. εїз
ℳóóḍ: (◕-◕) ℒóḉαłìóἠ: Lobby Ѡìłḫ:A guest, Koru and Andrea
Tilting his head slightly to the left as she spoke of Rabbits and Elves and Succubi, she could almost tell he was smiling behind his mask, that softly opened again, releasing a pink mist that smelled of Iris's oddly enough. Looking down at the book, he seemed to stand there for a time as if it was an important decision he was making in his mind.
Slowly reaching up, he took off his shades and tucked them in a loop on his pants, his silvery eyelashes blinking repeatedly at the light change. Looking up at the Neko, she could see how deeply violet those eyes were... so deep they were almost black, yet they had a strange slitted iris much like a cat or possibly a serpent.
Putting the key to the room on the keychain for his bike, he tucked that in a pouch at the base of his spine before taking the pen from the woman. Bending over, his scent drifted to her, smelling of metal and serpent, old blood... and just perhaps incense of some sort?
Putting the pen to the paper, he quickly wrote his name in a highly formed cursive. Turning the book towards her, she would read as such on it.
Count K. Zantara XIII
Pushing it slightly towards her with the index finger of his right hand, the old Orochi smiled under the mask, the tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more pronounced.
"Would you happen to know of a place where I may get something to eat? I find that I am in need of nourishment."