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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 2:52 pm
His seemingly lust for death made Arista grin to herself as she pulled a white peach from a bag. She shut the fridge door and leaned against it, rolling the peach in her pale hands a moment while she spoke. Hn...she cooed, watching Drake. You seem proud to have done them in, she teased, pulling the peach to her crimson lips in an attempt to hide her amusement. How very appealing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:00 pm
Drake continued to watch the pan and season his steak without looking up at her. "Well, what would you have done with traitors?" After the pan had heated up to a satisfactory temperature, he dropped the steak on it and left it alone for a bit. He then turned and leaned back against the counter with her arms folded. "Plus, I'm a fighter and now a general. Protecting, fighting, and killing is what I do."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:12 pm
Arista tilted her head and pondered this question a moment before grinning and sinking her fangs into the peach. After a moment she was able to answer him. Traitors, I would have quite the fun with...she started, running her finger over her lip to wipe the peach juice from it before it trickled down her chin. They would die slowly, at my will...Watching themselves pale as their blood soaked into the dirt below them...A grin crossed her again and she glanced to his steak. You may want to turn it over now. she said, nodding her head slightly in that direction.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:19 pm
This time Drake noticed her fangs, his eyes norrowing slightly. "You can torture all you like. Killing is killing." Her then turned to the pan and flipped the steak over so it could cook on the other side. He thought about asking what kind of creature she was but he figured he'd find out one way or another.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:33 pm
Awe...She cooed, grinning still. Does killing make you feel sorry for them? She taunted, concealing her amusement with another bite of the sweet peach. She kept her eyes on him, trying her hardest to read him without diving into his mind.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:42 pm
"Not really. Those I kill deserved it one way or another." When his steak was done, he took it off the pan and set it one a plate to rest for a bit. "I don't kill for fun; only when I have to." He then glanced to her, curious to know why she was so interested in the subject. "Do you kill for pleasure?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:50 pm
Oh if only I could keep him! she thought to herself, licking over her upper lip as Drake asked his question. Killing is part of life. That was all she was going to give him to start, she decided, wanting deeply to intrigue him. She continued on with the peach, which she kept surprisingly clean for such a succulent, ripe snack.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 5:07 pm
"Unfortunatly, it is. Though, I suppose it's a good thing that it doesn't bother me much." He then picked up his plate along with a fork and knife. Without saying much else, he turned and walked back out to the bar. Ray watched him go around the bar and sit back down. "Took long enough. But it looks as if you found something to hold you over for a few hours." He began tearing into the meat as she spoke. "At least I eat less than that familiar of your's." Meir peeked his head up and made a snapping sound at Drake to express his displeasure.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 5:14 pm
Arista stayed at the fridge a moment and sighed to herself, shaking her head as she turned for another peach to share with the dragon. She sauntered from the kitchen and moved to the bartender's side of the counter, so she might look to the other's with better ease. Because barstools caused great discomfort, she levitated herself with little effort, using her fingernails to slice the peach into slivers to offer Meir. Is he always such a gentleman? she asked Ray, referring to Drake with a snicker.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 5:20 pm
Meir tilted his head before nipping at the slices of peach that was offered to him. Even though he had just eaten a whole mango, he still appeared to be hungry. Ray raised a brow then grinned. "Always. Dresses like one too." She laughed, sweet but whole, the memory of tried to make him dress up for once coming back to her. Drake only snort and kept eating. He had no real reason to be a gentleman so he wasn't going to start now.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 5:48 pm
Arista smiled and continued sharing her peach with Meir. She watched Drake eat, and glanced to Ray. Would you like something to eat as well? She offered, sucking on her finger as the peach pit disappeared.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 8:49 pm
Ray shook her head lightly. "No thank you. I'm not terribly hungry." Drake finished off the steak in no time flat, looking satisfied for the time being. "Especially after watching him eat."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:28 pm
Arista nodded to herself and averted her gaze, a looming feeling taking over her, suffocating her. It made her tremble visibly and her eyes fluttered shut, causing her magic to surge. She held onto the side of the counter but it didn't seem to help as consciousness faded and she fell to the ground, her head smacking the side of the counter as she fell.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:35 pm
Both of them jumped up when Arista fell, Ray being the quicker of the two. She slipped over the bar and knelt down, looking over her head. "Arista? Drake! Get her to a couch." He slipped behind the bar and picked Arista up with ease, carrying her carefully to one of the couches, laying her down lightly. "What happened to her?" "I'm not really sure..." Meir flew over carrying a small bag of ice that he had thrown together in case it was needed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:43 pm
Tears poured from her eyes, a bruise appearing just over her left eye rather quickly. Her body was still trembly as she gasped for air, her eyes fighting to open. The faint lights that light the walls and the brighter light over the bar flickered as she gasped again, her body going limp as the lights returned to their steady glow, her jaw dropping slightly as she relaxed. The bruise stayed, however, a neon sign against her pale skin as she lay on the couch.
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