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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:05 pm
 EiraEira lifted her paw, a bit of vapor forming in it.
"You'd be surprised..." She said softly.
What looked like a rose petal of ice began to form in her claws.
"Snow is known to be quite charming and beautiful. But if exposed to too much..."
She flicked her hand, causing the petal of ice to fire from her paw and through a large stone, which crumbled.
"It can kill even the strongest Pokemon..." She added softly after using her own variation on her Icy Wind attack.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:26 pm
 ~Mikhail
Mikhail blinked...Repetitively...For at least a good minute of nonstop silence. At least it was apparent he was proven completely wrong and now at the point of being impressed even. It wasn't long from there that the inner (slightly psychotic) self-trained killer in him was brought to the surface and he found himself requesting:
"We have to trade execution techniques sometime..."
His voice was almost pleading to the fact as he cautiously inched his way back towards the other Weavile, his eyes lit up with interest, endearment, and of course the slightest bit of envy. It was truly sad how much he still acted like a small child at times; as if his churlish mentality was never given the chance to mature along with his body until his reintroduction into society now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:29 pm
EiraThe female looked away, biting her lip.
"I-I try to make my blows not so deadly..." She explained softly.
"I don't kill if I can simply incapacitate..."
In her eyes, killing was only an option if it was the only way.
Such as in Nico's case.
He could only be stopped if he was dead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:25 pm
~Mikhail
"I'd have trouble taking chances like that in battle honestly; especially with techniques like yours."
The Weavile commented sincerely; it was fortunate though that he began noticing that the conversation at hand was starting to concern his company.
"Y-you really gotta' start telling me when I'm pushing the wrong cords with you. I have the strange feeling I do it a lot...Maybe we should just go back to that massage and you could relax for a bit more before we head in?~"
He even sounded a little timid himself in his remorseful words.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:29 pm
EiraEira's eyes widened a little and she shook her head, biting her lip.
"Y-You're not doing anything wrong!" She replied quickly.
"I-It's me... I'm not used to doing this kind of thing with other Pokemon..."
At the offer to continue the massage, she blushed and rest her claws in her lap.
"Th-That would b-be nice~"
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:41 pm
~Mikhail
Mikhail cautiously removed himself from the pool on command. Granted without his regulation of the water temperature in play it did get a little warmer for the albino Weavile whom was still bathing but nevertheless the near blizzard around them at the moment still kept things much more manageable then when they first arrived.
"Do you think you would possibly learn through experience?"
He asked, starting his work up once again once he was properly seated behind the other Weavile.
"I wouldn't mind doing this more often if you don't..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:45 pm
EiraEira purred and blushed again as she was massaged.
She'd never had a massage before, and she was eager for more.
"I think... I'd like to get to know you, too~"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:00 pm
~Mikhail
As gentle as his claws could manage Mikhail rubbed his claws into the tense shoulders of the heavily burdened guildmaster.
"Take as much time as you need; it's not like I have anywhere better to be~."
He noted; the truth still standing that it was kinda' hard to turn down the suggestion of spending more time together when the person speaking practically saved your life.
"The question is though, where do you want this to end up?~ No sense in jumping into things if we don't have a goal in mind."
The Weavile commented; his voice practically a whisper by this point considering how he now had himself scooted up behind his companion with his legs draped over either side of her and dipping into the water. It now becoming apparent that the tendencies of his species' nature were very hard to control. The extremely romantic environment, or at least what was for him, of a near blizzard not helping anything either.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:04 pm
EiraThe female Weavile's eyes shot open, and the bridge over her nose and across both cheeks glowed bright red.
"W-What do you mean...?" She asked with a soft shiver.
Eira was a romantic for sure, but she was still incredibly shy and easily wooed.
She often spent her time locked up in her office just reading romantic novels, but never really shared them or her thoughts with anybody.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:42 pm
~Mikhail
Mikhail could feel the blood rushing from the rest of Eira's body up to her face as he continued to caress her collarbone despite the obvious tinge of panic struck into her by his question presented.
"Well, I mean why are you trying to get to know me. Not many others around here even bother to at all. I'm a foreigner, a not so pleasant one either... Just curious is all~."
The Weavile began his attempt to back his superior into a corner that would be very interesting, at least, to watch her talk her way out of.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:45 pm
EiraEira bit her lip and thought quickly.
She had to think of something to say that wouldn't sound too weird.
"I j-just thought I'd like to g-get to know the rightful heir to the guild I ended up getting..." Was what she eventually came up with.
It made sense, when you thought about it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:56 pm
~Mikhail
Granted it wasn't all that quick of a response, but it was enough to stop Mikhail's questioning nonetheless. Things having not gone down the exact path that he wanted either. Oh well~ More room for wooing.
"You make it sound like you stole it from me..."
The Weavile began with a sigh.
"I abandoned my position and you had to obtain it for some good reason which I now expect. In all honesty, at first I was mad as hell when I found out that someone outside of my family revived the guild; but now that I met you I can't think of anyone better suited for the job..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:59 pm
EiraThe female crawled out of the water, sitting down by the edge of the spring and curling her tail around her.
"W-What do you mean? I'm terrible at my job..." She said with a soft blush.
"I mean... The best thing I could do for my guild is to hand it over to you..."
She then stared into Mikhail's eyes with her own soft red ones.
"..... Do you want it back....?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:14 pm
~Mikhail
Mikhail was stopped dead for a moment. Having been seated on the shore for awhile now also, his fur was matted with spots of ice; a strange appearance that only added to his blank expression that lasted a few good moments, contently frozen in thought.
"I-I can't..."
He ended up admitting, even though his words were hardly sure. He would have loved to take advantage of the entire situation, but he found himself unable to do something so cruel to both Eria and her already fragile kingdom...
"Your guild is still young...Just give it some time and please don't underestimate yourself. Take control if you think things are going down the wrong path. And if you really need any more of a reason, I don't think anyone would approve of a mentally challenged guildmaster."
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:17 pm
EiraEira looked down and sighed.
"I dunno... I just don't want to replicate what happened to this guild so long ago..."
She didn't mean any offense by it, but it was common knowledge that Mikhail's father wasn't the best Guild Master ever, nor was his sister.
"But thank you... You're one of the few who s-seems to believe in me..."
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