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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 10:19 pm
((You do know Pith is right there. In fact, if you just go back on page, I was last one to post before you.)
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 8:29 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 8:51 am
(Thanks guys! Glad my return is funny and I am already making mistakes. . . )
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:32 am
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:49 am
Wesley paid no attention to the idiot behind him. She's your wife, why am I noticing her before you do? He blatantly held his tail out in the Saiyajin's way to bump into each time he passed. Wanker. With the room smelling fresher once the child had departed, the Emperor emerged finally from the back of the bar area bearing a simple glass of vodka.
Tybron was made uncomfortable by Taliman's presence, of that there could be no doubt. That spoke volumes didn't it? People think someone isn't fond of life until he fights till his last for it. He comes back and he's afraid to die. I wonder what he saw, Wesley thought to himself, sipping gently from the lip of his glass. Having never been dead before, that was a mystery worth pondering. We do have many things to chat about. Perhaps I'll ask him sometime.
Not wanting to hide his intentions at all Tali took a seat at the bar now, leaning back against the edge of the counter on his arms. He swirled the vodka in his cup absently as he eyed the group across the way, making it clear he was waiting. Waiting for the right time. He still felt the unknown, dreadful feeling that drew him here, gnawing just at the edges. He knew he had to be here. But he had no reason to rush. Not yet. Hence the drink.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:48 pm
(wow slow day. . I should edit my post, but I think after Tali's post the rest will be funny with me not noticing her. Sorry Pith)
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 5:31 pm
The smile that had graced the mage's lips with the arrival of her husband soon decayed into something that was difficult to place.
Taking a deep breath she took another sip of her tea shaking her head. Sighing inwardly she forced a smile onto her face speaking in a strained voice.
"Handsome prince my a**...Tunnel visioned idiot is more like it..."
How he could not notice here presence was beyond her. The sheer audacity of the very statements he had just made were mind boggling. Closing her eyes tightly she gritted her teeth and took another deep breath taking in another mouthful of tea.
"Screw this, I need something stronger."
She disappeared behind the bar the clinking of glasses heard.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:15 pm
(Nothing like a woman scorned. . . I should probably make amends. . lol)
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 8:44 am
(Simple. . . Like this)
::As the elevator moved up the shaft going towards his and his wife's room. A sudden realization snapped into brain. In is excitement to be home, and the fatigue from his month long training. He didn't see his wife, or feel her energy signal there in the bar.
He hit the emergency stop button in the elevator to stop it from rising up. He closed his eyes and focused on all the energies in the bar below and he finally did notice that of his wife, and also notice the change in her temper by reading her energy signal.
"Oh s**t! I'm a freaking idiot. . .This will not be an easy fix."
He focused just on Pith's energy and placed his middle and index fingers on his forehead to use his handy instantaneous movement skill. He appeared behind her while she was behind the bar. He cleared his throat and spoke softly with a ashamed look on his face::
"Hi my love, um sorry I didn't notice you before. I was just so excited to be home, really exhausted, and seeing Tali and Cado didn't really please me. . .Please forgive me."
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:34 pm
Kirra smiled at Epithany and stepped away from Deity to get herself a cup of tea. Grabbing a mug, the woman poured the brew before reaching for an overhead cabinet for a jar of honey. Her tail opened a drawer and pulled out a spoon while she unscrewed the cap, then she scooped out a big glob of the sticky sweetener and let it sit in the hot liquid to dissolve.
While putting the honey back in the cabinet, her ears picked up the sounds of someone else coming in, and a quick glance over her shoulder told her it was Pith's husband, Unks. Except he didn't seem to notice his wife standing in the kitchen area with the rest of them. Kirra had to stifle a laugh when he proclaimed the need to clean up for his wife, completely oblivious to her presence. Even more so when Pith's drink preference changed from tea to alcohol. That boy is in trouble now, she giggled to herself.
Grabbing a few ice cubes from the freezer to chill the tea down a little, Kirra turned back to Deity. The Tonepian was so distressed with his brother's presence that even someone as oblivious as Unks currently was would be able to see it. She stepped over to his right side this time and put her mug down on the counter. Her left hand lifted to his back, and lightly began tracing circles with her fingernails on his spine, between his shoulder blades. Gently, she pushed the mug in his direction.
"Hey, relax." Her tone was gentle, yet also stern. The type that commanded, and expected to be listened to. Had it been Jade out tonight, the girl would have told the Emperor in a few short words what she thought of him and where he should take his business. But Kirra wanted to see what it was Taliman wanted. Obviously, he wasn't *just* here for a drink, or crowd observing. He didn't seem like he was trying to be a threat, but having Shinorei with him didn't help that much.
So the sultry woman waited, wondering what was going through the elder Wesley's mind. For the time being, she kept herself amused by watching Unks try and grovel an apology to Epithany. Honestly, she hoped the other woman would give him a hard time of it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 9:33 pm
Fishing out a large can of Guiness, she took a long pull before capping the mouth with her finger a shaking it vigorously. She then proceeded to unleash a jet stream of the motor oil colored liquid into Unk's face drenching him in the bear.
"Oh damn, I seem to have picked a jostled can. Turning to the others in the room. Don't you guys hate that?"
Crouching down she procured a towel and began to wipe up the mess. Abruptly snapping to her feet she headbutted her husband in the chin.
"Oh...I better get some soap. Don't want it to get sticky back here. That would be rude."
Heading into the kitchen she returned with liquid soap giving Unks the evil eye. She proceeded to clean up after the mess scrubbing away the alcohol.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 10:59 am
Samayou was outside for now and the idea of staying outside appealed to his calm nature. True his anger had spiked but he could control himself rather well considering the ample amount of power in him, it was the fact that his emotional wavelength meter was going off the scale. The rest of the gang inside was full of anger and random emotional outburst, mostly from Pith. He found it all pointless and in a way that is how he felt about the fight, he found it…pointless.
Kenotao had been right but that did not divert Sama from his job, still why bring back Deity? The point of that duel was to see who the best was and with out its consequences the entire event was idiotic waste of time and energy. Perhaps each individual had different means or ideas of how it would end but what had occurred should have remained, then again it was not his call to decide who lives and dies. Did he want Deity to die, no, but did he think it was a good idea to bring the dead back? If one never died, nothing was beautiful it was all just stuff.
The moments of woe defined the total value of the moments of beauty.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 11:56 am
A blinding flash was all that anyone would see just a split second before the Stranger was standing meters away from the Tower. His pace carried him none-too-swiftly, though as steady as if he had been walking the path towards the structure for hours. Lost in thought. Something foul seemed to be on the horizon. Both in this world and elsewhere...Far away. That was all he knew. Something more than a gut instinct had been tugging at his brain, his heartstrings, for days. Though a calling for a greater cause in his eyes, a silly hunch in the eyes of anyone else. He chose he wouldn't speak of it. However, his entire reason for being here at this point in time was to get to know the warriors he had the pleasure of being surrounded with during the duel. They all seemed to have something incredible about them, and if he was to set out with the intent of finding out whatever evil it was that was slowly pushing itself into existence, he could very well use the help of people an average human would consider 'special', or 'gifted'.
A brief blink alerted the stranger of seven presences inside the confines of the towering structure known as the Club Orion, and one outside. He felt tension in the air. Thick, unwavering. As he continued his pace, he kept his eyes shut, focusing on the glowing orange silhouettes that were the occupants of the structure. Some familiar, a couple not as much. The two that stood out to him the most were the two brothers. The youngest having been revived from the dead, his aura seemed different to the stranger. The older seemed to be in near-top condition. It appeared that the principle of the duel had been settled. He felt mixed feelings coming from the group inside on the matter, but as the stranger saw it, as long as both had come out alive, and could be, at the very least, civil, then things could end up working out.
Or not.
He passed by the towering man of black, and sensing his internal chaos, decided it would be best to leave such a frightening looking man alone for the time being. Something seemed curious about the man, though. He couldn't quite place it, but the feeling he got from him was in a strange way familiar. As he tried to place the pieces together in his mind, a sharp chill ran down his spine, and the stranger's pace picked up. What exactly would he be dealing with...?
He opened the door, nearly face-to-mid-back of the ogre who stood like a pillar in the doorway. He nudged the door closed with his left foot before side-stepping swiftly around the statue-man.
"S'cuse me." He said, casting a quick glance over his shoulder. There he stood, in front of tree of a man, simply because the bodyguard made a better door than a window. And the stranger was sure it he was no obstruction of view to the man now standing a couple of feet behind him. Now he could survey the room.
The younger, half defeated sibling looked like a trainwreck. Literally. He was with who seemed to be his lover, but something about her aura didn't settle right with him. His mouth twitched to the side. Patting down his silver hair that had taken a beating from the winds outside, he scoped over himself for a moment, taking the time to check for snowflakes that had fallen on his outfit. He was starting to look wet from melted snow on his red long sleeve shirt. And his boots up to mid-calf looked like he had just dredged through dirty snow. White pants looked brown and soggy. He sighed through his nose and closed his eyes. His core warmed up. Heat waves rose from his body. His clothes dried, along with the dirt on his boots and pants. He tapped the tip of his boots on the ground, shaking off the dirt from his clothing, and he stepped further into the threshold.
A purple-haired man seemed to have just had something thrown on him, and from the looks of things had taken a blow to the lower half of his face. Near him was a woman with a belligerent aura to her, though only aimed towards one person.
'Guess we know who the culprit is.' He thought to himself.
He made his way to the bar, having a seat at a stool just three away from the victor of the duel. However, he was more concerned with the matter of; 'Is there a bartender, or...?'
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:16 pm
::Within seconds Unks was covered in the Irish Brew that came from the shaken up can Pith had in her hand. Before he could wipe his face so he could see what was going on he felt a sharp pain in his lower jaw/ chin area of his face. The Saiya-Jin stumbled back slightly from the unexpected blow.
"Ok I guess I deserved that. . ."
He wiped his face clean to follow after Epithany as she went to get the soap and right back into the bar area. As she started to scrub the mess she made he used a towel to dry himself off for the most part. As he did this he noticed someone else come into the bar. He didn't know this man though. Great just what he needed an audience.
"Look Pith I am really sorry about when I first came in, but do we have to have this conversation in front of everyone? I would like to continue our conversation in a private location, and when I don't smell like a foot or brewery"
He smiled slightly while looking into her angry amethyst eyes, his ice blue ones looking soft and sincere . He knelt down to her level to take her head into his hands while she cleaned, lifted it up slowly, softly, and carefully and kissed her forehead. He pulled back still looking into her eyes::
"Is that too much to ask?"
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