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 Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 7:21 pm
His softened expression of endearment was somewhat baffling to her. Nothing she'd just said seemed to fit the slightly amused expression the elder Frei wore then, at least not in her mind, yet still it lingered on his tanned features. That was until he accidentally whacked his pointing arm into the shoulder of another. Cordelia watched as a silent battle between the two ensued, both holding their ground with looks of dire seriousness. The tension was enough to make even Delia's wispy ribbon coil in uneasiness. She was thankful when the human finally gave up and her demonic friend returned to his normal cheery self. Though she couldn't shake the feeling of it being more for her than him. But then again it was Zul and he wasn't one to exactly sugar coat things. Perhaps he just wanted to forget it and move on so as not to spoil their short time together.
Still, soulful grey eyes couldn't help peeking back at the human male as Zul dragged her away. The man was casting quite the dark look at the two departing half-bodies while downing whatever was left of his bottle and most possibly muttering obscenities about them to the people gathering around him then. It was a scene that ticked off as odd in the basilisk's mind, but it was soon whisked away the moment she turned back around to her friend and the bounty before them.
"Ohhh! What's all this?" the girl cooed in amazement as she lightly clasped her hands together and floated around to get a better look at all the colorful drinks.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:56 am
"I don't know," Zul admitted to the question in silent wonder, not minding his lack of expertise in this field. It was kind of fun to be experiencing something so alien with his friend, the danger still far from his mind. Resting his elbows on the bar, his ribbon draped over a near by stool, his wide blue eyes turned over the lit shelves with all the wonder of the proverbial kid in a candy store. The smell of what was on the humans and the general aroma of the place was stronger here, a clear indicator that whatever this stuff was, was the culprit reason behind the bar itself. Missing the key to the puzzle, however, he didn't quite feel satisfied.
"What'll it--" the bartender, a forties-something gentleman with salt-and-pepper hair brushed back over a wrinkled brow and laugh-lined eyes, hesitated only a fraction of a second, "--be?" Smoothing his aged hands of a life that hadn't been wholly bar-tending over his white belt-apron and crossing his arms over his vest-clad chest, he watched them with curious, if not wary interest.
Staring at the man unblinkingly, Zul turned his tri-horned head to look at Cordelia quizzically. Did she want to...have whatever it was this man was offering? Mildly confused, the demon again looked to the bartender, asking in a nonchalant manner despite his uncertainty, "What do you have?" It was an innocent question, but appeared to be the right one. The two were treated to a long and impressive list of names, flavors, brands and phrases that Zul was certain Alex would have slapped the man for. How he said it all with a straight face, the demon was uncertain, and more than that, he was rather impressed. It was only when the barkeep started to indicate the wall that he realized all the words coming out of his mouth were the bottles.
"Fascinating," he murmured quietly, wings arching and spreading. Giving Cordelia another look to make sure she wasn't too bored, he lifted his gloved hand and pointed to a dark red bottle, a color that reminded him of his Rivener. That seemed like a safe bet! "That one, please."
Giving the two an incredulous look, the barkeep plucked the bottle in question off of the line up, the bottom held in his palm. "Do you have ID?" The question sounded almost off, as if he wasn't sure why he was asking it. It wasn't like the two in front of him looked under-aged in the least.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:01 pm
Many words could describe Delia then, but bored would not be one of them. She was as excited and fascinated as Zul was about this strange place. She giggled a few times while the bartender quickly went down his mental list of the things he had in answer to Zul's question. Some sounded rather innocent while others just sounded right out silly. Alas, she was still far too young to understand the true meaning behind a lot of the names.
As the red bottle came within reach, Cordelia's silver eyes widened with delight wondering what it was like. She'd never really had much of liquids before, mostly because her body never seemed to really need it as much as it did the heat and smoke. But when the bartender hesitated, the girl's smile faltered and began puckering up for a pout. Why was he changing his mind? The question of identification only confused the basilisk more and she innocently looked between Zul and the human. "ID? What's that?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:22 pm
The Frei was not liking that each question turned towards him from the Basilisk was met with the same answer. "I don't know," he admitted again, arching a slender brow at the bartender as if awaiting an explanation. Surely people didn't just ask odd things and not offer a description of it!
All the answer they were given was a roll of eyes and a good-humored smile, even as the rich red bottle was placed back on the shelving where it glowed contently amongst the other like-colored brethren. "Sorry folks. No ID, no service. You come back with one and we'll chat." The barkeep gave a knock of his knuckles on the wood of the bar before ambling off to help another patron, his eyes still curiously lingering on the odd twosome.
Exhaling slowly, Zul watched the barkeep retreating and noted the strange flip of a leather something-or-other that the man showed him to earn his drink. "Human traditions are so strange," he commented to his female companion, eventually turning his blue eyes back to her with a silent apology held in them. It seemed the bottles were out of their reach and Zul wasn't all that keen on trying to get on the other side of the bar to snag them. He was in a fairly complacent mood despite his enthusiasm of the place, tired from work and appeased to see his now-talkative friend.
"Now what?" he posed the question to her, bright eyes flicking beyond her scaled visage to take in the patrons again with mild interest. There were still the dart-things and the knocking-balls-around-thing, though they'd not have much time before he had to go.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 11:35 pm
"Strange indeed..." Cordelia replied as she too watched the barkeep move onto other customers, apparently ones who possessed this magical ID of which the man had spoke of. No matter to her really, though she'd been fascinated with the idea of the bottle and whatever delights it garnered within, the snake girl was mostly content with spending time with Zul no matter what they did.
Sliding up close to him and wrapping her arms around one of his muscular ones in an affectionate hug, "Mmm...whatever you want to do is fine Zul. I really just missed you was all." She lightly rubbed her cold cheek on his warm arm, perhaps a silent, playful way in asking for more warmth. It was nighttime after all.
There was something of a ruckus kicking up nearby and it caught the basilisk's attention somewhat. Silver eyes lazily looked over to see the man from earlier suddenly charging their way. Cordelia frowned and hissed, gripping harder onto the Baphomet then. What'd this guy want now? "Zul..." she muttered dryly, more as a warning to her friend than anything.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 5:18 pm
The gentle feel of cool hands slipping around his warm arm was welcome, earning a gentle smile from the otherwise put-out demon. Obligingly raising his temperature for his darling companion, he affectiontaely pats one of the arms holding his. "Perhaps we can go to a shop that sells pretty baubles," the Frei suggested lightly, "create our own display of bottles, yes?" Zul actually thought his idea was rather spectacular -- the image of their own room with rustic shelving lined with equally aged bottles, some vibrant, some dull with age, was vivid and appealing. But where to find such things--?
"Hm?" Following the Basilisk's mercury stare, he frowned at the sudden change of events, unimpressed. Normally he would have floated aside or tried to chat the man up, just to see what response he could elicit from the other, but he had Cordelia with him. His Stormy, the one that he chose to protect, and thus he would not suffer any danger in her vicinity. Floating ahead of her with his arm still held in her grasp, he turned to his side and held out his hand. A ripple of his magma bubbled in his palm and immediately wrapped up his arm, hardening into the black crust of his self-contained armor, the insides of the rocky formations still aglow with his essence. It only covered his arm and part of his neck, not really there for battle but to serve as a warning to the human: the demon was not to be trifled with. "Watch your steps, sir..." he offered in a low, almost dulcet purr, containing more charm and invitation than his hostile posture would suggest. "I've a lady with me."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 9:57 pm
One look at the demonic Raevan and the way half of him seemed to summon this unearthly(or perhaps earthly being it was magma after all) armor like substance just by mere thought alone made even the foggy brained drunkard hesitate in his haste. One look towards the lady in question made him even more regretful of his choice then. Cordelia's features took on a more sinister look to them as he still dared to approach them, more slowly now, but still. She bared her fangs at him a low hiss ready at her discretion while her sharp wings splayed out in full extension as a physical warning to any and all. As her ire rose towards the human male so did the finer ends of her blackened hair, flickering delicately like smokey colored candle flames.
Their fierce presence combined, Zul and Delia finally intimidated the man enough for him to stop dead in his tracks just a few strides in front of them. Unfortunately it also garnered the edgy and frightened looks of many others in the bar then. The bartender from earlier was the first to gather enough gull to finally speak up. "He-hey! If you all are going to fight, take it outside!"
Suddenly the idea of being somewhere without lots of people around as a buffer and only these two strange half beings made the human shake his head profusely before running head first into the further side of the bar, putting enough distance and people between him and them. Confusion colored the serpent's face in turn bringing her fierce expression back to a more normal if not friendly one. Tugging on Zul's arm, Cordelia urged the male Frei forward. "Time to go."
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 2:05 pm
And just like that, crisis averted -- or it was, by the Frei's count. The essence slid back down his arm and into his glove, leaving only a few flakes of ash in his wake. Having missed Cordelia's display entirely, he turns to look at the reptile that held his arm and urged him onwards, imparting a friendly smile as though nothing had happened. "I suppose we've worn out our welcome," he agrees in a chipper tone, obediently leading the Basilisk out of the bar. Zul could not have cared less if the humans saw what they were capable of, if they were cowed or afraid; they were drunkards, none would believe them if they shared their tale the next morning. The demon had 'protected' his Stormy and that was all that mattered when it came to brass tax.
The outside air filled his body, making him breath in deeply and exhale in a pleased manner. Though the smell of the smoke and alcohol had been intriguing, he decided a break from it was called for. The place was seedy, thick with a miasma of inebriation and poor judgement, the likes of which called to the demon in a way he couldn't yet pinpoint. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Zul turned his eyes to the femme, resting his free hand on the ones that held his arm. "Perhaps I should head home," he ventured, his tone solemnly declaring he'd rather stay with her. "And you. I'm sure Miss Shade is worried."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 9:10 am
She could care less as well whether the humans saw what they were capable of doing. It wasn't something to be ashamed of, no it was something to take great pride in. As Zul lead them out, Cordelia began to settle down even more and took notice to the increased scent of smoke surrounding the demon Frei. His scent smelt of something more that she just couldn't pinpoint, but felt she'd known it from somewhere before. It was starting to remind her why she'd ventured out tonight. There was something that had been gnawing at her from the deepest core of her being of late and it had been driving her in the direction of Durem every night. She'd been all around the city, but still hadn't found what it was she felt she was being drawn to. Perhaps she never would.
Soulful grey eyes, still holding that slight faraway look despite all that had happened tonight, looked up at Zul then. Delia tilted her head to the side, "Ebby?" Her woman was back home in Gambino, sound asleep from what she knew. Yet how long had it been since she left? Surely the Brit would awake soon and freak out if there was no Cordelia to be found.
Torn, a slight pout developed on her dark lips, but the basilisk soon conceded to the idea of parting. Giving Zul's arm one last hug, Delia floated up and gave the demon a peck on the cheek before floating off in a most childlike and careless manner. "Kay. Bye Zul. I had fun."
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 2:20 pm
For a moment, the cold-blooded female looked...off. To Zul, it was almost as though she'd lost sight of something important, as though a friend had just escaped her field of vision. Cordelia was then speaking to him and the thought was broken, the demon offering a light smile at the name and inclining his head. "She might not mind if you're with me, but..." He couldn't rightly say. He knew his woman was rather out of her mind when he was out on his own, and thus assumed that all the Guardians were as protective as she. Dipping his head into the gentle touch of lips to his cheek and curving his arm as though to lightly hug the hands around his bicep, he lifts his other hand as she slips away. "Good night, Stormy. I will see you soon."
Watching her go until she was out of sight, he sighed and smiled to himself, the first spot of drizzling rain on his nose drawing him out of his thoughts. He deeply adored the Basilisk and it always did him well to spend time with her, infrequent as it was. With the marbled webbing between bone-framed wings spread taut, he coiled his ribbon and pushed himself upwards, taking to the misting sky and veering north to head home.
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