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 Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:23 am
Clutching onto her own food, she felt them stop suddenly as well. Glad to know that she hadn't lost anything over the edge, she took another bite of her McChicken, glancing over at Kichi at the same time.
Waiting until she had swallowed the bit in her mouth, she licked her lips and shrugged.
"What's there to tell? Name's Mysti, born Miyuki Miyazaki. Lived right outside of Durem. Quite lovely there, actually. But as I got older, I got bored. Started traveling a bit."
She downed a couple fries before continuing.
"I've been known as a troublemaker everywhere I go. I tend to get on people's nerves, because of my maturity. Heh. I don't know why. I mean, I just go out and have fun! Not many people have appreciated that though..."
She laughed gently at the memories.
"I've gotten in a few fair fights, mostly with other women. Because, well... They just don't like me."
Taking a spoonful of her McFlurry, she shoved it in her mouth, watching the traffic jam ahead of them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:28 am
"Why's that?"
Seemed she had a pretty comfortable life when compared to most that Kichiro knew. Though he wondered why other women wouldn't like her. She seemed feminine enough.
There was the giggling.
The random burts of energy and playfulness.
There was also the restlessness.
Hmm. Kichiro shrugged and plowed through his salad once more as he waited for her to answer his question.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:31 am
She shrugged again.
"Most girls find me very bothersome because I get a lot of attention for my antics. They will have their guys there, or the guys they may be flirting with. I'm not looking for male attention specifically, just someone to talk to most of the time."
She grinned with another bite of McFlurry.
"But I end up getting all sorts of attention. Mostly guys don't flirt with me, they just start conversations because I'm amusing. So the girls shouldn't be freaking out, but you know how women are, right?"
Mysti glanced at him for a moment, her grin never wavering before she licked the excess ice cream of her lips.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:37 am
"Not really..."
Kichiro would have gone on. But the fact that he was a male would be enough to tell the typical person, that he really didn't know how women are.
That's one mystery the shinobi didn't even want to try and solve.
"Hey... move it As#ho$@!"
An angry driver yelled to the van, working his car around the parked vehicle into the mess of traffic. They were practically stopped, so it was just a bad case of road rage. The guy was on his way to work and late, so he wasn't really concious of the fact that the van moving wouldn't help him any.
Kichiro had thrown himself down to the van's roof, becoming small as possible not to be noticed. This sure was an interesting way to get to a place.
If only Kichiro had decided to skip the information gathering, and just ride his horse.
Too late now.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:40 am
Having finished off her McChicken and her fries, she was left with the task of her McFlurry.
"Well, women get very jealous very easily, even if they have no reason to."
Her explanation was short and brief, but easy enough to understand as she heard the curses filter through the air at the traffic jam that was around them.
"Most of the women I've met aren't very friendly to begin with. Mostly beauty queens with bright red lipstick and eyeshadow all the way to their hair."
She giggled quietly at the idea of all the makeup they seemed to wear.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:03 pm
Kichiro Oda
"Don't let thinking get in the way of your own safety mam. You could have run into one of my blades and hurt yourself.""So you are a fighter?" The girl's eyes skimmed acrossed his gleaming armour and settled upon his feet. He was polished and sleek, like a toy right out of the package. "Good to know." Nocere's eyes lingered on his feet for awhile letting anyone that was close catch a nice look at the tattoo around her right eye. When she looked up to the man in front of her, she smiled, her white pupils trying to make contact with his. "Hurt. Pain has no effect on me." Not as much truth in that statement as she believed. Her body was covered in scars of all types, the worst covered by the dark top with the skull pendant and the blue jeans she wore. Her left forearm had four spikes going through it, the bottoms connected to a bracelet that wrapped around her wrist. These had been there awhile, one could tell, because the skin was starting to grow around and over them. "I think fighting is a good stress reliever. Could I accompany you to this. . .Arena?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:24 pm
"It's not the pain ye' should be worrying about, so much as losing a limb."
Phylas was quick to point out, throwing a shrug into the squared shoulders of his. His gleaming blue eyes turned towards where he was informed the Arena would be be.
"You may accompany me, though I will be walking."
Phylas also noted, only a passing glance going over the bracelet and scars on her body. The Spartan on the other hand concealed all but a few scars with his weapons and armor, the one predominantly showing be that which passed from over his right eye brow down to the bottom left corner of his top lip.
A battle with an ogre where he narrowly survived.
The gladiator kept a jar of olive oil around him though, thus being at the side of his Ptergis behind the shield. It was this that kept his black hair and tan in perfect condition.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:41 pm
"The only transportation I have are my legs." And the jets hooked into her boots. "You may lead the way if you wish."
Nocere had a feeling he liked to be the more powerful one in a relationship, so she let him. She would slink back a bit as to show she put her trust in his directions.
"Where do you come from?" She placed her hands behind her back and waited for the man to start walking. "Nocere."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:49 pm
"It doesn't matter."
Phylas looked at her with a quirked brow. While it may be said the Greeks were full of culture, and that the Spartans were not an exception to that rule, Phylas was over two thousand years and only carried a little of his Spartan heritage with him.
A gladiator who makes a living off of fights in life or death situations, becomes little interested in social customs and relationships. Any females that had come into his life, had been killed for ransom or died by age.
The only things Spartan left in him were his ability to fight long past the limits a body should allow, the dicipline, and the ultimate care for his body.
"Phylas of Sparta."
And his sandles, with the bronze greaves around his shins, would begin their long and arduous journey towards the Arena.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:07 pm
"Of course it does."
Nocere's black boots crunched softly as they walked and the teeth on her belt clanked with a hollow noise.
"Phylas of Sparta? Doesn't that mean you come from Sparta?"
She wasn't sure, but it was good to check. She twiddled her thumbs behind her back the long nails moving in a motion that looked as if she was sharpening them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:10 pm
"And why does it matter if I, or you lead?"
Phylas would state as they walked, one hand gripped on the shaft of a spear and the other hanging loose. Though, there was that deadly and shining round shield on him.
"A destination is a destination, and if we are a company, then it matters little who walks in front or at the side. Lest we are a convoy for some battle, and I think little in this town will give us much attention to make formation a matter."
Spoken like a true Spartan.
"Aye. It does mean I am from Sparta, Greece. Though my kingdom and my people have long since past to the ages of time."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:26 pm
"I do not know where this arena is. I did not even know there was one until I bumped into you. . . And with my wandering mind it may be quite easy for me to lose myself. With my attention to you, I cannot, as people say, 'get lost'."
Nocere moved up a bit so she was just slightly angled diagonally from his right. Not exactly behind him, but enough so if made a right turn she wouldn't be in his way.
"Is it a beautiful place, Phylas?" She tested his name on her tongue, Fye-las, mostly to make sure she remembered and pronounced it right.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:38 pm
She had indeed pronounced his name correctly, and Phylas stopped walking when she asked that question.
Memories of high hills and mountains came to mind, fields of olives and vineries of grapes. His eyes closed, and he remembered the feel of the Mediterranean wind against his cheeks. Sparta...
Phylas remembered the trees, the flowers, and all the colorful dresses of the people. There were the beautifully designed towns.
Phylas shook his head free of the memories, turning towards her.
"I cannot say."
The Spartan shrugged his shoulders, and turned to see some crowd getting in their way.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 7:20 pm
"I ask many questions. I am sorry if I push." Her speech was slowed as if she wasn't sure if the words she chose were the right ones.
He shrugged and turned noticing the crowd that Nocere had expected to come. The light rumblings under her boots gave her a hint to something. Deciding to not get lost she moved up right next to Phylas making sure not to get too close.
Her hands came around to her front from her back. She turned her face towards the Spartan letting her ears guide her through the crowd.
"The place I come from is quite ugly. Dark, quite like a bruise on pale skin." Nocere's purple eye's studied Phylas' features. "I think you could fit in there."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 7:26 pm
To insult the appearance of a Spartan, was to ask for death. Phylas would excuse her rudeness as being a foreigner.
"Please refrain from insulting my appearance, I work hard to look beautiful for battle."
Phylas would ask, looking down at her boots. He didn't know what that sound was, and such rumbling noises usually gave hint to technology. One didn't need to be too observant to find that he wasn't equipped for dealing with modern weaponry.
"What's that sound?"
Phylas asked, deep and emotionless blue orbs looking into hers.
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