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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:41 am
"Eh?"
Completely clueless, either by choice or simple coincedence, Vahn didn't realize what Owle had.
He had a little too much on his mind to really cater to anything like that... not too mention he did his best to avoid attention.
"You feeling ok?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:37 am
"Yeah...I'm just fine..." Owle said slowly, her voice measured.
She glanced around again, confirming it for herself.
"I'm just wondering why every female in this joint is looking like..."
Like they want to be where I was last night.
The thought chilled her, chasing away any playfulness that had been in her voice and making her shudder visibly. She had convinced herself she was fine with it...then she'd taken a moment to glance at it from the outside...
Owle suddenly shook her head. "Never mind. It's probably not even you they're looking at."
Yeah, maybe she was just being paranoid...
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:43 pm
"Suit yourself..."
He watched as the waitress returned, but without their orders. Leaning in, as she whispered what had been told to her, he leaned back, nodding.
"Alright.. thank you. Just send our orders up then, will you?"
Standing up from his seat, he extended a hand to Owle. "Come on, we're gonna take a better view."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:46 pm
Bruce pointed and screamed. "BWOAAAAAR IT'S VAHN KYONUSKE!" And then shot himself through the face with a harpoon gun. Luckily, he was about five miles away from Feimurgans.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:46 pm
"End? Oh no! Don't you see? S'already begun! In fact, around about... oh I dunno a few weeks ago...or is it months? He came back! The stranger! Took Datho to the doc-SQUEAK!"
Jean was completely interuptted by a hand gripping both wings at one and lifting her clear into the air. She wasn't hurt, just completely surprised by the sudden change.
"Time to go, Jean, before you tell them our complete history as well. My lady..." Jean was promptly placed with her feet on the ground, and a well placed hand to the back of her protesting head made the winged girl mirror Knights own bow from the waist.
Then a small hand was taken by a larger, and both headed quickly for the exit. A sharp whisper that probably only Lucind could hear. Subtle? You may as well have given her the tape too, Jean... And they were making for the elevator.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 2:16 pm
Owle just shook her head at him. "I can get up from a chair on my own. Really."
She did so, and followed him toward the lift Jean and Knights were coming down. Completely oblivious to the fact they were heading on a collision course, she idly wondered why they were going upstairs.
"What, this place have rooftop dining or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 2:26 pm
Okay.
Knights and Jean headed downwards.
Vahn and Owle just made their way up onto the roof.
Okay. There're were two elevators and the spiral staircase to get away from the roof.
What if both couples met halfway? What, for example, if Vahn and Owle wanted to enter the lift just when the other two came out?
And what if just in this moment one of the waitresses appeared, with flushed cheeks and huge eyes looking up, stammering: "S-sir...Mr. Vahn...? Could....would you mind giving me an...an auto...graph?"
Well, let's try that out and see what happens.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 2:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:04 pm
"Uhh...sure."
He stared from the waitress, to the two that stood in the elevator. Feeling his heart skip a single beat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:23 pm
Owle gave Vahn another one of those looks, then glanced at the waitress, then found her gaze drawn to the two stepping out of the elevator. She might not even have noticed them, save for the fact that she was trying very hard not to look at the waitress or Vahn.
Their physical appearance, however strange, was welcome to her, especially when her eyes alighted on Jean's wings...her own tiny pair giving a small flutter of recognition. They probably weren't anywhere near the same species, but it made Owle happy to know that there were others like her. Then, as the seconds seemed to crawl agonizingly by, she noticed something very peculiar...
The man and the girl had identical mind sigs.
No, that wasn't it...it was like the identical part was some really strong perfume, masking the actual sig underneath...how strange. Had someone meddled with them? Were they trying to hide from someone who could sense auras? What was going on?
There was something naggingly familiar about that scent...
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 2:18 am
"S-sir...Mr. Vahn...? Could....would you mind giving me an...an auto...graph?"
...DING. The doors slid open, just as the phrase was uttered, leaving Knights and Jean staring straight at someone who they had, up until now, been very good at avoiding entirely. Knights green eyes nearly filled his face.
"I thought you said he was shorter, Knights..." Jeans own orange eyes swirled curiously at the man who was far bigger then she was. Then her eyes blinked lower to the girl next to him. "Oh! Who's this?"
"Jean..." The name was almost strangled as Knights ducked his head and practically yanked the small girl past the two. He's shorter then me is what I said...
Well that's no good...everyones shorter then you, Knights. He was cute...s'easy to see why...
Sunstrike should never have picked him!!
It was a whisper, but it kind of turned into a stage whisper, loud enough to probably cause a little scene. Jean seemed to be scandalized, but not because he'd actually said Sunstrike's name, but the fact that he used it so casually.
Knights had been panicking so much over what was coming out of Jean's mouth that he didn't quite think about what would be coming out of his.
When it had sunk in what he'd done, Jean giggled, he cursed, and they bolted out the door.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:26 am
"--!"
Yellowed eyes widened even as the two made past him, and all thoughts of heading upstairs vanished. "H-Hey! HEY!"
He reached, moving as he did so, aiming to grab firm hold of the man's back coat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:42 am
Friends of Vahn's? That's what it sounded like, hearing the girl talk, though the man looked like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Oh, I'm Owle..." she had started to reply when Jean was suddenly yanked past her. Blinking in confusion, she turned to follow the two with her eyes, but made no move to stop them.
Sunstrike should never have picked him!!
SUNSTRIKE! That was it, that was what was so familiar about their minds! They looked exactly like him, or at least the bit that was kind of like strong perfume did...
She'd met him only briefly, they had sparred in the stadium. Nice guy, really freaky eyes, but a nice guy. What were these two doing walking around with his mind sig?
And then Vahn was grabbing onto the man's coat. As though things needed to get weirder.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:43 am
Up on the roof, Lucind stared at the elevator door, wondering if she should've stopped those two. And what we're the chances they'd meet him...?
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