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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 9:29 pm
When Lucien caught Amara, she glared at him. Once again he was going to utilize his electric abilities....Amara took mental note and lifted herself telekineticly out of his hold. "This is my fight" she said to him, as she looked at the telepath on the balcony. The psion placed a telekinetic hold on Jeannie as she drew her into herself. Looking into the eyes of Jeannie, Amara kept an expressionless look on her face. "I'm going let your whole body know why I'm one psychic you don't want to ******** with" she said as she sent a series of 25 psi blast into Jeannie's brain. Jeannie's brain was going into overload, she began to shake and convulse as her nose began to bleed.
Extending her hand she began to strengthen her telekinesis, as made stabs into the flesh of Jeannie, like Lucien, she had learned to use telekinesis in a more weaponry form of way. "I'm going to end you....and it will hurt..." she said as the black psionic energy surrounded Amara once again. "You want a kiss so bad...puker up" she said planting a kiss on Jeannie as the energy was burning around her and Amara, her insides feeling the burn of the energy but her mind slowly shutting down because of the pressure. Amara then began to slow down the beating of Jeannie's heart. "I'm surprised you even have a heart you loose whore" she said to her with a furrowed expression.
Snapping could be heard as Amara began to break the bones in Jeannie's body, blood curling screams could be heard all around. Focusing on her telepathy, Amara utilized neurocognative deficit, shutting the higher parts of Jeannie's brain down. Next she used a move known as operative theft, basically downloading valuable information that Jeannie may have had regarding her company and her abilities. Jeannie's breathing was getting shorter and shorter. "Oh no b***h you're not dying yet" she said as she performed a psionic binding, taking control of Jeannie's mind, utilizing Jeannie's psychic energy and feeding off of it like a leech, making Amara stronger.
Jeannie's eyes began to roll in the back of her head. "Now...who's the pathetic excuse of a psychic?" she asked, breaking Jeannie's legs telekineticly. "But I do have a gift for you" she said to her. Focusing her telepathy, Amara was able to single out the other personality that had tormented her for years and project it into the mind of Jeannie. Extending her hand she was able to draw Jeannie's astral form (mental form of a psychic) out of her body, as it was placed in an astral cage. The other personality of Amara was also in astral form, locked away with Jeannie.
The astral projection smiled at Jeannie's as it was ready to torment her for eternity. Amara smirked as she focused all of her telekinetic energy on Jeannie's body, letting the psionic energy burn the inside out of her body as Amara crushed her like an empty beer can, focusing on the skull, rough telekinetic blows were dealt upon the once beautiful telepath's skull, caving in. Amara's eyes glew black as she released the fiery psionic energy that encased the rest of Jeannie's body as she released the telekinetic hold on her, Jeannie's body falling stories down onto the Las Vegas streets.The only thing that remained were the astral forms of Jeannie and Amara's darker personality in the cage. "Yea...so just remember before you try and ******** with me, or my family....learn what you're up against...you homewrecking hoe...now enjoy eternity with a very violent persona on your a**" she said to her as the astral plane gateway was closed.
Amara exhaled deeply. Looking towards Anya and Nik. "Thank you Anya...for trying to help..." she said to the woman. She would have carried a full blown conversation but she was exhausted from what she had just done, flying upwards and through Lucien's window...the psion walked through his door and into the hallways...slowly...trying to recuperate.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:15 pm
"My mind...isn't exactly a calm place Erin...you should know that by now..." Roulin felt the holds on his power vanish. His first thought was to teleport off, but Erin's words and his will to prove that telepathy was just another power he could master. The long haired owl would fight through this just as Bailey fought through her own ability. Roulin's eyes had now sealed. Whether or not he knew it, he was attempting to focus as well as he could. With Jeannie being killed by Amara just now and the emotional response from Amara herself, the Italian found his thoughts clouded with indignation and pride. As Amara stood victor, Roulin could feel her confidence and her zeal, both of which were his focal points at the moment. "What else I can do...with my mind huh? Okay..." Doing just as Erin advised, Roulin carried out what Amara would call a "scan". Roulin had this power already, but he'd need to be in contact with Erin's skin to do so. If the feeling was the same, then he could do this while keeping Erin's psychic wall away from him until he finished. As added defense, the young Owl began to meld hands into his wall to better combat and push her's away. He'd need to time to do just what he needed to do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:29 pm
Floating. There in the air it was easy, the world didn't matter, the concerns of the people below him didn't matter. His gaze turned towards what was once Jeannie, her selfish desires, her worthlessness had cost him everything. This was the final straw, in his mind it was over Amara and he wouldn't be able to overcome this. Every obstacle, every last one that could have been thrown at them had been and finally they had been beaten down. Black feathers rained down from his wings as they began to disappear. A storm of black feathers rained from his back falling to the ground below. The air shifted his hair into his eyes. For all his power there was nothing he could do now. He looked up towards the sky, speechless. Again he had proven that he couldn't be a normal person, his relationship, the anchor that he had had was broken. Emotionless, uncaring, was this the only way he could live life? Was there nothing more? Was there nothing better for Death? Cold, callous, heartless, death was all these things, it didn't make friends and family it takes them. He raised his hands up, wrapping them around himself as if he were cold. His body slowly dissolving away into mist which disappeared into the air alone, he wanted to be alone, in the end that was his life. Death, the hated force, that which is feared by all and given sympathy from none.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:31 pm
Anya blinked once as the acid from her attack was swallowed up by a ball of shadow that shot past her arm from behind. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt Nik's hand grab onto her and pull her back inside. She stumbled a bit to keep balance so she wouldn't fall onto the floor and drag Nik down with her. "Nik, what are you doing?" Anya said aloud, giving the Dancing Owl a slight glare when she heard what he had to say on this matter of her interfering with Amara and Jeannie. Anya scowled. "Do you expect me to just sit back and watch Amara get beaten to death?" she asked, pulling her arm free of his grip, still glaring at him. However, she knew he also had a point. This did seem quite personal between the two psychics. Maybe she had been too hasty to get involved, but it was just Anya's first instinct to jump in and help a friend.
That was when things outside on the balcony started to get nasty. Not being a telepath herself, Anya couldn't really understand what exactly Amara was doing to Jeannie, but it definitely did not look like anything she had ever seen before. Even though Anya had seen many people die due to her own poison abilities, and most of those deaths had looked similar to this, she found something about this more disturbing than those other times. Maybe it was because Amara was a telepath. Who knew. All Anya knew was that this was not a way she wanted to experience death if it ever came down to that. But despite the fact that the whole scene was very disturbing, Anya didn't even flinch when she saw the blows the Lucky Owl was dishing out onto Jeannie.
When it had ended and Amara gave her a thank you, Any blinked a little bit at the other girl's sudden change in mood after having just killed someone in that very painful manner. "You're welcome..." was all Anya could think of to say at the moment, just before Amara flew back up towards Lucien's room.
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Erin simply continued to smile at Roulin's first verbal response. It was good that he decided not to run away. That was a step in the right direction so far as far as she was concerned. Her eyes were open now as she watched for what Roulin would do next. She kept up with the psychic pressure, but this time it wasn't in waves. It would feel more like a heavy weight was crushing down on Roulin's mind, suffocating in a way. The Artistic Owl could feel the immense amount of psychic power being expended by Amara and Jeannie, but that wasn't really her primary concern at the moment. Right now, she had to keep her focus on training Roulin.
At one point, Erin could feel just the briefest touch from Roulin as he 'scanned' her mind. Her wall had been strong but somehow he had managed to weaken it enough to do a memory scan. Maybe it was because she had let her guard down when feeling the clashing auras of the two other female psychics in their group.
Either way, Roulin had managed to do a brief scan of her memory. The most he would see would be flashes and instants of points in her life, most of which were not too happy. When Erin's focus was back, the wall was back up and Roulin wouldn't be able to see much more than what he had briefly seen in the scan. Noticing what Roulin was doing with his hands in order to stabilize the strength of his psychic wall, Erin's smile grew a tiny bit as her head tilted to the side. He was learning, which was quite good. "So... What is your plan, Roulin?" Erin asked aloud as she began trying to push back against his efforts to moved her wall back towards her. If he got close enough, Erin would add something new to the mix of this little push and shove match.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:49 am
((TFP---Serena))
Serena glanced up and halted with the stomach rubbing when Will entered the room wearing a dinner suit. Like usual, he looked good. Scanning him with her silver eyes, Serena eventually gave a small nod of approval. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Kitten” The white haired woman stood up, approached Will and allowed him to place and arm around her. It had been so long since she was last able to dine out at a nice classy place. The Vanishing Owl strolled besides Will and smirked somewhat, his suit complimented her chosen gown, was that a mere coincidence or had the Satan Owl installed CCTV? Perhaps, he knew her taste in clothes and knew she would choose the black dress. Either way, Serena found it highly amusing.
The private room was dimly lit, what some would probably call mood lighting. (Lord knows Serena’s mood needs to be lightened >.>)) The walls were lined with dark wooden panels and the floor was a lavish red which matched the material of the chairs, which were pleasantly soft and comfortable to sit on. The twin doors which they had walked through had now been closed after the waiter had laid out the menus and taken his leave. The white haired woman gazed up at Will with a questioning gaze. “I’m sorry…I think I may have just misheard you. Did you say ‘Your student’?” She laughed and leaned over the table with a smirk. “Come now Will, you don’t have to force these bad jokes out…I will relax in time” It was only a few minutes later and after staring at Will…that Serena felt her jaw drop…
“You have got to be f*****g around with me…A student? You!? Seriously…What are they? Some little kid you picked up off the streets and took in? Ah, are you growing soft?” The Vanishing Owl leaned away from Will and sunk in her seat with a sigh. “Ehe….I guess there is no helping it…” She rolled her eyes and looked away “This should be highly amusing….” With an innocent smile, Serena played with a strand of hair, looking far more angelic than most would think possible. “I promise I will be very polite and kind…” Of course, Serena was still picturing some shy looking orphaned brat…not a fully grown bum of a man..
((NPC---Seb)
Of course the food as safe, the chef had been Sebastian who had been very precise with how everything was cooked and served. Like a real chef, it was an insult to hear someone say they didn’t trust the food. However, because of his orders Sebastian had to withhold from force feeding Che and the other male. He smiled innocently and stepped back inside the small silly excuse of a French Restaurant. Really, it was an eyesore. The dark haired male opted to wait in the kitchen with the few remaining staff he had allowed to stay. From the freezer storage a small strangled scream could be heard…apparently one of the waitresses had found the remains of the old chef. “Time to put this plan in to first gear~”
His black eyes twinkled with amusement as he stepped out of the kitchen and approached Che’s table. “I trust your meal was satisfactory…I will pass on any compliments you have to the chef…but before that I shall inform you that your reservation is now ready…” The butler bowed low and continued speaking “If you will be as so kind to follow me gentleman” He stood back up with a small smirk and turned on his heel. Sebastian began to lead the way to where the Devil of Vegas was currently dining. Surprisingly, Will wasn’t that far away…in fact, he was in the same restaurant only, he had paid the right sum of money and been given one of the finer private rooms.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:31 am
((Will))
The room was quiet and sound proof and a couple of notches better than the other private rooms. The walls of the room had panels, and one contained a full wine selection. The Satan Owl nodded as a waiter entered and poured champagne for the two of them.
Will smirked as Serena expressed her disbelief at the whole "student" comment. "You'll see...." He was going to leave it to Serena to be surprised...though it could go both ways on the good side or the bad side because of Che being Che and the whole bum brothers theme going on. "Well, darling, you don't have to promise. I won't hold you to it. Just be yourself." He grinned. The devil gestured to the menu. "Now, go ahead and order whatever you'd like." There were more options on this menu than the one Che and Dante had been given.
((Meh...))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:56 am
((TFP---Serena))
Serena eyed Will suspiciously when he simply muttered that she will see. Did that mean that there was something particularly strange about this student of his…Then again, this was Will…his student was probably a demon in human form. “Hm? Oh but I don’t want to insult the poor child nor scare him…” She leaned on a hand and continued to stare at Will, trying to read some hidden message that was not there for her to read. She picked up a menu and began reading through the many French dishes on offer, so many. The Vanishing Owl pushed the glass of champagne away from her “You can have that…I don’t think I should be drinking such stuff.” While it was ok to have the one glass, Serena opted against it. Not that she was bothered, she didn’t really drink anyways.
The white haired woman fell silent (the first time in a while) as her silver eyes scanned the menu. She couldn’t be bothered with the starters; she just wanted the main course and she had found the meal she wanted. Roasted lemon and rosemary chicken with all the trimmings, now if Will was going to make this some three course meal experience, then fine. Serena would probably order Brandade Canapés as an appetiser. Pudding, she wasn’t one for sweat things…but the thought of vanilla ice-cream suddenly had her craving it more than the main! The more she looked at the menu the more her hunger irritated her stomach until it felt like it would start eating itself! She narrowed her eyes and suddenly thought that a glass of champagne may not be such a bad idea...
Slowly, Serena tucked the menu away and turned her attention back to Will, a lame attempt at ignoring her hunger. She was feeling curious and so that meant she felt like asking a few questions. She played with the red smooth napkin and smirked slightly “So…this student of yours…What is he like? Age, personality, ….” The next part was on a mere whim and for fun “School background?” She smiled more at her choice of questions and continued to look innocent amongst the dim lights that casted strange shadows along the floor.“And why is it….you only bring this up now? It is rather strange… I bet he doesn’t work in the underworld...or with the Yakuza….I am sure I would have known about it if that were the case…”
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:34 am
 Ҝѻjῐrѻ Ίʐɑѻyѻῐ═━┈...The Border of Dreams┈━═The Fallen Phoenix 【╳】 xxxxxxxxxxxx㊌ The Frozen Owl....㊌ ╔═══════
Kojiro silently worked on the countertop in his small kitchen as he used a hot water dispenser on some instant ramen, his meal for the last few days. He was able to prepare a few dishes by himself, but other than that his versatility and ability were subpar. This did not bother the ice user much at the moment, he placed a small coaster on the cup and placed a pair of chopsticks on top of that, he turned heel and then stepped quietly to the table, where Rikka was already enjoying her meal. What stumped him more was that not even moments ago he had placed the bowl on the floor. Kojiro simply shook his head and sat down across from the troublesome kitten.
Kojiro stared quietly at the ramen. He honestly did not want to believe everything was just a facade. But the more he thought of it, the more likely it was too good to be true, since when does somebody offer their hand to you in the heat of battle, take you in as their own and treat you like a family...all the while being a stranger with no relation whatsoever. Kojiro kicked himself for not seeing through such a thin veil, but then again, she had really had a solid act, even when he doubted her intentions, she would simply reply like she was some good Samaritan looking for the same comfort he was. The more he began to dwell on it the more painful it seemed to him, Kojiro tried to make light of it, even if it was all fake, he wanted to enjoy the company she did give him when he needed it, but as with every other moment, it was tied with that one split second that he was shown the truth, making even the most lighthearted times a heavy burden One that would probably haunt him for quite some time, he could still see those last moments as everything was thrown at him and she simply left with the Blonde Owl.
Kojiro's visions once again faded away, revealing his empty room, only one light was on, and that was the one illuminating their table. Kojiro still felt very numb, he did not know where to go from here, at the moment he was alone, and like the one light above him, it felt like he was standing at one place, surrounded by darkness. The Blonde Owl keeps saying to chose his path, but he did not want to just wander aimlessly, he had no idea where he was going. In truth, he did not care about weather we wound up dead on the battlefield or being stabbed in the back, he just did not want to see that Man again, it seemed as though he would not be too far away from disaster, he appeared shortly after discovering Nat's death, and he appeared again to accompany The Albino Owl away from him.
Kojiro sighed, in truth, death would be a blessing at the moment Instead of living to remember the continuous events plaguing his life. But he remembered his promise to Benkei, and he would adhere to it, but then again, Benkei was simply helping in japan, he was no longer fighting a all. Perhaps he should go back to Japan...like a small inured dog with its tail between its legs. Kojiro could not even feel that frustrated at the moment, but he was aware that it seemed that just beyond that veil of darkness was a dead end at all sides. Kojiro finnaly shook off his train of thought, he looked at Rikka who was sitting across from him, simply looking at Kojiro curiously. Kojiro looked down at his Ramen and removed the coaster and chopsticks, he opened his cup and quietly took a small bite....
"Soggy..."
【 ✘】 ═══════╝
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:41 am
Roulin's external didn't react to what he found when probing Erin's mind for memories. Occasionally, his eye would twitch, but that was the extent of it. From just his level of focus, he didn't notice that his hands were now up, but not fully extended. To an outsider, it would've seemed as though he was pressing against an invisible wall or even praying while Erin gave the good word. Mentally and somewhat physically, the young Owl was pressing against his barrier which did well in keeping Erin out. Jeannie's death, which echoed to him much like any other Owl's would have, threw the both of them off, but the degree by which the infraction interfered was about as significant as Amara's victim. Grinning, he found pleasure in knowing the girl was gone. He didn't hate her, but he told her this would happen sooner or later. "Hmph...that idiot b***h..."
When Erin shut Roulin out of her mind, the Owl of Life smiled uncharacteristically warmly. Like a thief only needing a few dollars, he took just what he needed and was thus satisfied with what he'd gathered from the girl. Her life as he was it wasn't a grand one. It was rather...sad even. From being created and tested upon to having her sister turn on her, things didn't seem to look up for the young telepath. Roulin knew he could use this to his advantage, but not in an antagonistic way as Erin and possibly anyone else would've expected. Opening his eyes to the girl, revealing what were now grey corneas, the Italian spoke in a strained tone, "My plan? What is your plan Erin? From what I've picked up from your memories...you don't seem to have one. You simply go with the flow...because anytime you choose to do something, it backfires. Horribly. Your blood manipulation is strong and deadly power...you only know the deadly aspect of it." And all the while the Owl poked and prodded at the girl's emotions, he wore his grin and kept his tone at level. Still, even in his wizened voice, he counted himself as unwise of the power of telepathy. If it worked how he thought, then the scene he was preparing for Erin would probably bring her to tears. Halving his eyes tiredly once more, Roulin finished off asking the telepath, "Do you even know what happiness is?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:46 am
((Will)
Will smirked as Serena stated she didn't want to insult the "poor" child or scare the kid. Frankly, Will didn't care about that. "Well, Serena... you can go ahead and scare him. Kid is poor after all. Here's a hint. Act like Sebastian for extra quick results." A mischievous smirk played on Will's lips as he hinted at his student's susceptibility to Sebastian's antics.
The blonde tilted his head. "Just a glass, bunny..." He gestured to the champagne and then took a sip out of his own glass. There was sparkling cider available, but Will wouldn't have that revealed until Serena down that champagne in the first glass.
He also wouldn't limit Serena to what she ordered. They didn't have to follow courses here if the two of them didn't want to. They could go out of order. He had ordered a sampler for Serena to try in case she couldn't decide what she wanted. For the appetizer, he decided to choose escargot stuffed mushrooms and oyster fritters, which are deep fried in wine batter. No, the Satan Owl was not trying to get Serena drunk. He didn't need to in order to give her a good time. Ah, and of course, there would be a dish with truffles. What sort of classy French dinner would it be if there wasn't one?
"Hmm, you assume it is a he...are you conceding that you'll look after him or her? Maybe that person will look after you..." The devil smirked again. "The kid is as immature as they come..." Purposely, the blonde had left out the fact that Che was older than Serena by a long shot. He also managed to dodge the Albino Owl's questions without feigning. "Ah, Serena, are you asking the same number of questions as you want for courses?" He smirked as a chicken Caesar salad was announced. "We can go out of order..." The waiter had yet to reveal the "Caesar salad" under the metal dome.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 1:41 pm
((Serena))
Serena raised an eyebrow when Will mentioned about her acting like Seb in order to scare his student. Student or not…this was Will, he would find it highly amusing if the poor brat was scared. “Now that’s not very nice~” She smirked before gazing at the champagne, watching the bubbles floating around in a way that almost seemed captivating. “I know it is just a glass…I don’t like drinking that much so for me to pass on this glass is easy…” She ran a finger around the rim of the glass and with a sigh took a small mouthful. The flavour was exquisite and meted all the expectations of a high quality bottle of very expensive champagne. Her noes wrinkled up slightly as the bubbles sizzled and fizzled. ((Lol…bunny face!)) She placed the glass back down with an appreciative smile. It wasn’t her thing, drinking, but the alcoholic drink was gladly welcomed at this moment.
“Ah, I guess saying ‘he’ was the first thing that came to mind. I am certain what this mystery student of yours is exactly…” The Vanishing Owl tilted her head at Wills next words “Look after them? I am hardly the type to take some person unde----“ She stopped herself from continuing the sentence and reached for her drink once again. She had done that before, only last week she was with the only person she had actually looked after. “I can look after myself…” Taking a sip, Serena cleared her throat and recovered herself. “Immature? Hm, well looking at some of the people who work for you I can’t say that part surprises me” She pulled a face and shook her head after the food comment “I am only asking questions out of curiosity. A bit of information before you spring some random person on me.”
Ah….and then a waiter came and announced a chicken Caesar salad. The white haired woman narrowed her eyes and the grip on her glass tightened a tiny fraction. “Salad…Please don’t tell me that is what is under there…” She muttered while eyeing the silver tray as though a monster may jump out at any moment. “I refuse to eat that…”She added while turning her gaze away from the tray and away from Will. It was rather easy to tell that right now, the smallest of things will probably see Serena storming off in a rage….or stabbing the waiter’s eyes out with a spork….What may have confirmed this was how she then downed the remainder of her drink.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 2:44 pm
((Will))
"Not nice? Failure of a student if the kid can't respond or gets scared off by anything." Will smirked as he swirled his glass of champagne and took another sip. "Only if you feel like looking after them." Again, Will did not mention that his student was centuries older than Serena. "Mmmhmm... I have no doubt you can look after yourself." Yet Will had made sure Serena was looked after. At the immature comment, the Satan Owl laughed. "I see you're speaking of those such as yourself." He smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Random people spring on you all the time, bunny. This time, I'm telling you who it is. A student of mine."
And then Serena tensed because of the waiter's announcement. Will smirked and chuckled before motioning for the waiter to set the tray contents down. "Why so intrepid, my dear?" he asked even as Serena downed the glass of champagne as if it was the last thing she wanted to drink in a chug contest she had to finish or die. The tray contents were revealed to be the escagot stuffed mushrooms, oyster fritters, and brandade canapes...the appetizers, even though neither of them had ordered. Will made a gesture toward the food. "Now, Rena chan...." The Japanese ruler grinned as the waiter bowed and wished them "Bon apetit."
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Meanwhile, there was a knock at what was now Kojiro's door. However, if Kojiro answered the door, all he would see was a package at the door. It was a box containing hot fresh homemade Japanese food which was not instant ramen. Clearly, someone cared for Kojiro to not go on a crap diet like Maha would of instant ramen for every meal. The message with the box said:
" I know what you ate for dinner last night D:<
I still know what you ate for breakfast.. stare
Eat healthy~
Itadakimasu~"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:19 pm
((Serena))
Serena twitched when Will used one of her old nicknames from her years in school. She looked round at the tray and actually breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t a damn salad! In fact, some of the food on display looked mouth-watering. It was rather strange how none of them had actually placed their orders…and yet there the food sat. Serena glanced up at Will and gave him a small sheepish grin almost in an apologetic way, perhaps feeling bad that she reacted before everything was revealed. “Well…at least It’s not a salad…” She sat up in her seat before helping herself to oyster fritters. Before taking a bite she opened her mouth to speak “Oh…and don’t call me by the name…” She didn’t like her past and she didn’t like that name..."B....Bunny is fine" She added while ignoring Will's gaze.
The oysters were pleasantly tasty and the hungry Vanishing Owl found herself savouring each bite. She was a naturally slow eater and even when she was hungry she never rushed her meals. After finishing one piece, she smirked “Going back to one of your comments… I know I can look after myself…Although, at times that may not be the case.” Of course Serena was talking about her years as a freelance contract killer before working for Will...And what a mess she had made for herself back then...Hell, if she had never started working for Will she would most likely be dead by now. “Everyone needs something at some point.” She muttered while staring of into space for a few seconds. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
“Mhmm, random people do spring up all the time. Even tonight with that sniper…Who by the way, I was rather surprised to see alive.” She glanced up at Will with an amused expression before looking back at the tray of food which only won a small rumble from her angry stomach. “I am still curious about this student of yours.” She muttered as she helped herself to one of the mushroom stuffed escargots. She wasn’t sure what it was she was about to eat, so she was rather hesitant. Still, the aching of her stomach mixed with the smells had her noming down the appetizer with a satisfied expression. “Mmm…not bad….what was it?” It probably wasn’t a good thing to eat something before asking what it was…
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:24 pm
"Our jobs are never done, brother. As long as there's a problem, the world will have us and as long as the world has us, there will be a problem. I'll let you think about that." Che solemnly replied while scratching the nagging itches on his arm and atop his head. These were simply signs that one of his power players were in the area. The immediate area at that. Only for a moment or two, Che buried his face in his hands and drew them down to extend his already tired features. Now that he was full, he simply wanted to vanish from this place, but now, he was being beckoned. Sebastian's presence was more than enough to let him know that. From the butler, Che looked down to Dante who had donned a half-mask like some kind of super hero. "Oh my god man....you look--eh, just get up and come with me. There are people that want to see us. You remember William right?" Through the statement, the wild haired man groaned in a bit of annoyance and fatigue. Seeing Will wasn't what he dreaded. Just staying out of the hotel/casino longer was tugging on him as he hadn't slept in two days. If it wasn't the noise, it was the planning....
When Che entered into the back room, the first person he noticed was Will. If it wasn't his blonde hair that gave him away, it was his aura which always had a twisted feel to it as long as Che could remember. Beside him was a silver haired woman whom Che was sure he'd met before. If he had, her information at this eluded him. After glancing to Dante, then Sebastian, the student walked further into the room and stood with his hands in his pocket. Shyly, his eyes wandered about the room gather all he could in his sight and then turned his attention to Will and his acquaintance once more. "You know, I'm pretty sure you requested me back here...but if you're busy, I can leave you know? Unlike you my friend, I won't force myself into what might be a good opportunity for someone," said Che in reference to what the devil had done days ago with him and Kate. Looking at the woman who sat next Will, Che squinted in thought and lips curled in further thought. Taking his a hand from his pocket to scratch his head once more, he asked, "I know I've met you before....anyway, I'm Che Presidiomni...you name is?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:41 pm
((Will))
Will simply smiled as he watched Serena take her first bite of food and then continue. The bunny assassin was admitting that she wasn't perfect...which she rarely did to people. "Mmhmmm, yes indeed, bunny." He nodded as he helped himself to some of the appetizers as well. With a simple smile, he ignored Serena's remark about the sniper and responded to her question. "Escargot stuffed mushrooms. They are a delicacy, the escargot."
And then, by impeccable timing, Sebastian entered followed by the two brothers. Che stepped forward to introduce himself first. "Ah, Cheani Presdiomni, good to see you. You never use your full name. I wonder why..." The devil commented with a smirk. He nodded to acknowledge Dante's presence without mentioning his name though he arched an eyebrow at the crap mask Dante was wearing. He'd let Serena do the openers. He would just introduce Che and Serena for now. "Mmhmm...Cheani, you're admitting defeat, eh? Well now.... Serena, this is Cheani. Cheani, this is Serena. Retired TFP. Used to live in New Exire."
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