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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:28 pm
(I deleted my last post)
"I'll take that" said Tom "It looks good" he said looking at the flask on the table.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 4:44 pm
The bartender dropped a pair of ice cubes into a tumbler, and then removed the crystal stopper from the flask. He gently tilted it until a fizzing pink liquid emerged. It released a sweet aroma as it splashed against the ice, reminiscent of strawberry perfume.
Tom closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent. His head began to swim a little, and a small grin slowly crept onto his face.
"Smells... nice..." he managed, his voice thick.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 4:15 pm
Across the room, the door quietly opens and petite redheaded girl timidly steps into the bar and softly closes the door behind her. She briefly looks around the bar and quickly drops her eyes the ground. Several patrons notice her and watch her cross the bar, not because she is so attractive all though she is cute. They watch because her demeanor is so out of character for such a place.
Its obvious that she doesn’t frequent such places and looks barely old enough to enter such an establishment. What’s more, she doesn’t look entirely comfortable in the outfit she’s wearing. She keeps unconsciously tugging her short red leather skirt down, but the waist band catches her hips and pops back into place. She seems a little unsteady in her pump as though she didn’t walk in high heels often. Her shoulders were slumped slightly as if she were trying to make her midriff smaller to hide the large starburst tattoo encircling her naval with her top. It wasn’t helping.
She finally reaches the bar and has to jump slightly to place her rear on the stool. She looks demurely towards Ten, waiting for him to finish what he’s doing and acknowledge her. Others who have been watching turn back to what they were doing having, lost interest in the shy young girl now that she is no longer moving around.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 9:36 pm
Finishing the mix. Ten serves the drink to Tom, quickly concealing the strange bottle under the bar. slowly walking to the new customer. "What'l it be miss?" Ten Calmly said as he continues cleaning glasses to conserve time.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 11:20 pm
The young woman studies Ten for a moment and decides that the best way to get information is to start with buying a drink.
In a soft sweet voice she says. " Oh, I don't care, give me something fruity. " Under her breath she adds to herself. " Hate the things, but can't handle anything stronger." She places a couple of gold pieces on the bar and says. " Keep it."
Then she sits up tall, the change in height is subtle. " I was wondering if you have seen a large man come through here? He's about your height, has receeding brown hair, and has hazel eyes? Probably dressed for yard work, but carrying a tan briefcase?" Her hopefulness evident.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 1:05 pm
Ten pauses for a moment. after mixing a weak daiquiri and handing it to the woman he responds "it depends.... are you a bounty hunter?". the look on his face has gone from calm and caring to serious.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 6:31 pm
Asulon snirks,"sure how about the Strongest drink in the housethen."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:29 pm
The young woman smiles thinly. " No, no I am not a bounty hunter." She giggles a little. " Sir, can you see me as a bounty hunter?" She quickly becomes serious. " I do need to find him. You see, I am stuck in this tiny body and I am getting tired of it. He is wearing my body, which he obtained by fraudulent means. I only hoped to reason with him to return it." She sips her daiquiri
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:59 am
turning to Asulon. pouring him the strange drink used earlier. then quickly turning his attention to the young woman."hmmm... I see...
About the bounty hunter thing... never mind I asked...heh showing a small vile of orange liquid to the young woman. "I created this....for lack of better terms.. tracking potion. in my...... younger days so to speak... Ten said firmly and quietly with a bit of a distraught face.
now... do you have.. any DNA? of your former self?
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 12:41 am
The young woman looks through her purse and finally produces a small lock of bownish-blonde hair. " It's old?" She askes tentitvely as she hands it to Ten. " Is that okay?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 5:32 pm
"DNA Is DNA. If your male body still exists. this will find it" Ten said taking the hair. Adding it quickly to the vial. and recorking it. The liquid bubbled and turned into a reflective metallic liquid as the hair dissolved. Ten swirled the mixture while looking into it."the Question is now... do you have the tools to. Say. get your body back? or Even incapacitate your old body?" he said while still overlooking the mixture carefully.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 3:09 am
((new to this type of rp, so i hope this is ok.)
The door opens again, admitting two figures. The first, a tall women dressed in what appear to be tightly wrapped strips of white cloth. Her face betrays signs of annoyance at her companion, a thin man dressed in crimson robe. He scowls at the room, stroking his thin beard.
"It appears to be a bar. Rather... interesting clientele" he says, glancing first at Asulon then at the young girl talking to the bartender. "Since we're stuck here for the moment, I suggest we avail ourselves of it's services. That means 'let's have a drink.'"
The girl glares at him. "Do not be condescending, Venitas. Find a seat, I shall spare your precious purse and get us something," she says.
Venitas sits down in a far corner, resting his chin on his hands as he scans the remaining patrons of the bar. The girl approaches the bar and waits patiently.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 8:48 pm
Tom took another sip of the sparkling pink fluid the barkeep had poured him. It felt soothing, somehow. A lot of people show'n up all at once, he thought, I guess this place must be pretty popular.
He tilted the glass back and finished the drink. Damn... I could use another one of those. He waved at the bartender, who ignored or didn't notice him. He seemed preoccupied with the little girl who'd come in earlier. Tom slumped back into his chair dejectedly and began drumming his fingers on the table.
thump-thump-thump-thump
thump-thump-thump-thump
click-click-click-click
Tom frowned and looked down at his fingernails. They suddenly seemed a lot longer than he remembered. Usually they were worn down to nubs, but there was a fair bit of white on the tips now. They looked healthy for a change; they felt smooth and the ends didn't look broken. They even shone a little.
"Huh..." His head was swimming worse than before. Maybe he didn't need that second drink after all. He ran his hands over his face and began to massage his temples.
His cheeks felt perfectly smooth. Did I shave...? Tom thought blearily.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 11:59 pm
After much thought, the young woman says. " I do not think so... I was only going to reason with him." She begins to twirl her hair around her finger and let it slip off. She doesn't appear to notice that she is doing such a feminine gesture.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 4:06 pm
Venitas paused for a moment. Something was playing at his vision. He focused for a moment, drawing on his Talent... but it was gone.
Magic, he thought. Or something similar enough... but the rules here are different. Even my gift is... skewed.
He focused again, narrowing his vision. Something dormant on the little one at the bar. Lei's magics are holding, mixed blessing there. Odd strands about the rest, I can't place them... yet. Wait!
His gaze rested on Tom. Yes, change. But how? I must observe this, to learn how the rules of this realm work. I am far too weak without that knowledge. He sighed, and forced his thoughts to concern; the patterns of his robe shimmered slightly, fading from red to a soft blue.
Venitas stood, and approached Tom. "Forgive me for intruding, but you seem out of sorts. Are you all right?" he asked.
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