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 Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:02 pm
Tristan Pubert Bloo-Pardus I love...
Spella Donna
I like...
No one
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:06 pm
withSpella Donnaplayed bylux_rayne13 statusOpen
Tristan: -He sat curled up outside, a thick book open in front of him as he idly flipped through the pages. His glasses hung from their cord around his neck and reflected bright ruby light whenever the sun made appearances from behind the clouds in the sky. It was a fascinating book, one probably more to Morticia's taste than his mother's. The sounds of life and people chatting while going about their daily business would occasionally drift past, but since he was in an out-of-the-way spot, no one was bothering him and he was engrossed in his book, he wasn't paying much attention.-
Spella D: -Ah, it was a nice day~ The vixen had taken a break from her studies to stroll around and see about having some fun, and by the looks of things the rest of the world was way ahead of her. Some were out doing errands, sure, but others were simply strolling along or laughing. As she sighed happily, she heard kits running in her direction. Stepping sideways, she narrowly avoided being trampled by the kits or the ball they were kicking around... but just past her one kicked it too hard. With wide eyes, she watched as the ball sailed at an unsuspecting Noodle, lost in a book.- "Watch out!"
Tristan: -Of course he heard the warning being called out, but the little attention he paid to it was to figure that there must be a rowdy group nearby. He was too engrossed in his book to look up and see that the warning was, indeed, meant for him. So when a ball squarely hit the top of his head (bent over, reading his book), he would later suppose some of the blame rested with him. That was a thought for later though. Currently his mind was filled with 'Ouch!' and a bit of 'What's going on?', with a tad of 'Who did that?' for good measure. He didn't say any of that though, just slowly looked up, blinked, and looked around to try to figure out who was assaulting him and for what reason. Sometimes dead folk, the stronger ones, anyway, liked to throw stuff at him cause they thought it was funny, so who knew.-
Spella D: She could only watch as the ball whizzed through the air, knowing she'd never outrun it to catch it or knock it off course. For a second, when the ball hit the male, both kits and Spells were frozen, wide eyed and bristle tailed. As the male looked up, the kits squeaked and took off like bats out of Hades and the girl squeaked and rushed to his side. "Ohhhmigosh, are you ok? I thought you might hear me, but of course it's hard to snap out of a good book I know, though certainly that ball did the trick..." The girl trailed off, realizing she was rambling -something she only did out of concern- and knelt down by the male. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Concussions were not fun, and she had no idea how heavy that ball had been inflated or the strength of the impact.
Tristan: -He looked around, a little confused at the turn of events. Why was everyone running? And who was the female now standing very close to him and babbling about fingers? Her voice did sound a tad familiar. Had she been the one who shouted? He figured he should try to answer her question though, to avoid her making even more of a fuss than she already was; he really didn't want a swarm of people suddenly getting involved over something now that serious.- "None. You're paws are all still on the ground." -He reached up and lightly brushed at the spot the ball had hit. A little tender, but nothing that would raise a bump. No dirt either, that was nice.-
Spella D: She laughed. "Good. If you'd have tried to count them I'd been worried." Standing back up she dusted off and went to retrieve the ball. The kits had to be long gone by then, but she figured one of her blood might be able to put a tracking spell on it or something so she could bring it back to them and warn them to be more careful. "Kits these days~" Spella laughed when she returned to him. "You sure you're all right? There's a little cafe not far from here, I could treat you to a cup of tea?" Tea always made her feel better, and if he allowed her to get it she could put a little healing magic in to whisk away the soreness he had to be feeling.
Tristan: -He couldn't help but smile a little. This female reminded him of his older brother, Marduk. He was also energetic and seemed to know some good cafes. In fact the more he thought about it the more humorous it got; Marduk's boyfriend was someone he'd met by chance when he saved Marduk's glasses, causing Marduk to issue an invite to a café.- "Nothing feels overly amiss, but if it would not trouble you I would not mind taking you up on your offer." -Suddenly he frowned and looked over the female's shoulder. Seemed like his mishap hadn't gone unnoticed by the spirit world, and he was quite sure the male miming being hit in the face by something was dead since it appeared someone had taken something sharp to his throat until it looked like his head was only halfway attached. He sighed internally and looked away. Best just to ignore the things.-
Spella D: The girl smiled back, happy he wasn't turning her away. It wasn't often she got out into the real world, except for hunting of course, and it was even less often she got to make friends with anyone. She chirped out "Awesome!" just before the male frowned and looked behind her. Freezing the smile on her face and closing her eyes happy-like, she focused on what the male was looking at. She'd sensed something not normal, but ever so slightly. That wasn't her specialty, unfortunately, so while she was aware that's as far as it went. No sense in looking over her shoulder herself to see nothing and putting this male in a position to wave things off or feel foolish. "Well, come on then!~" The girl held out a paw, smiling at the hints that he wasn't a normal Noodle~
Tristan: -He gently brushed the pages of his book in case there was any small bits of dirt he couldn't see on the page, then closed it and picked it up, tucking it under an arm. He took the proffered paw and let the female pull him into a standing position. He noticed her eyes had closed for what seemed like a bit longer than a blink, but he didn't pay too much mind to it. When one had a sister who communicated with the dead and a sister who spoke to voices, either ghostly or just in her head, such things tended to be less troubling than to one who might not have such a family.- "My name is Tristan. To be honest, I am glad the ball hit my head rather than my book. It was not easy to come by, and unlike myself it cannot heal on its own."
Spella D: When Tristan took her paw, to Spella's surprise she had to keep herself from flinching. She rarely had friendly contact outside of her family, and while she thought nothing of it to help the male up she didn't have any idea it would send a small shock through her body. Laughing it off lightly, she returned graces. "I'm Spella D., but you can just call me Spellz or whatever~" She never gave out her full name, and found her first name alone to be too girly. Once they were heading off to the direction of the cafe, the vixen nodded toward the book. "So that book ain't easy to come by, huh? Would you mind if I asked what it is? I love reading, and rarer books are quiet intriguing~"
Tristan: He did't notice the subtle tightening on Spella's muscles as she held back a flinch. He actually dropped her hand as soon as he was on his feet. He hoped it didn't come across as impolite, but he wasn't very fond on touching people. He didn't know why, it just felt very odd to him. His family were some of the rare exceptions, but even then he'd never be a snuggler. "I'll call you Spella or D, if that's alright." He glanced down at the book under his arm, and flushed the smallest bit. "Ah. My mom's not fond of such subjects and I hope it doesn't bother you as well. I know some people are uncomfortable with it." He fidgeted a little. "It's a book about death and spirits. Some of it's dark, but the rest is somewhat informative."
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Jinx: -rises from the depths, clinging to Muse in a productive stranglehold-
XD Going through my plot journal trying to update stuff, it makes the creative juices flow again for a brief period of time. Going to try to take advantage of it before they dry up again!
Okay, Spella and Tristan. Hmmmm. Well I think we could end their current logged roleplay with them just going to the shop Spella mentioned, sitting down for drinks, and just chatting. Their conversation (esp with Tristan's book) could hint at their darker interests (Spella's cannibalism and Tristan's ability to see the dead), and eventually they leave the shop to avoid odd looks and go for a walk while continuing their conversation. They get so caught up in talking it's night before they realize it, and both have revealed quite a bit to each other about themselves.
What do you think, like how that sounds?
Lux: X3
I love it! Tristan never said what book he was reading yet, right? I think Spella would be the kind to playfully bug him until he spilled, even offering bits of info about herself to coax him into info trading XD I really love the idea of these two, it's darkly sweet~ <3
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:36 pm
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