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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:07 pm
<~>Good evening. How are you?<~>
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:17 pm
<~>I would be up for that. Should I start or will you?<~>
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:19 pm
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:28 pm
(I am well thanks Red, sorry for the late reply went to get dinner!
Hey there Tama!)
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:29 pm
The halls echoed with a tapping noise that was the sound of shoes colliding with the floor. Slow, and rhythmic, the sound was almost in itself sensual and seductive, lulling its audience into a false sense of security as its producer approached. First came the shadow from the hall, suggesting a woman with a full head of luscious hair, ears like a fox, and a tail to complete the set. She was rather busty, slender, with all the right curves where they belonged.
Red re-entered the main room from the hot springs yet again. It was probably the best place to be when no one was around. With each step her hips swayed to and fro like a well tuned pendulum, her tail exactly half a beat behind. A woman that many probably thought of as too dangerous to screw with unless they knew their victory was doubtless. Unfortunately for her, there were still way too many people like that around. It irked her just thinking about it.
Stepping to the bar, she sat down about halfway, at a table that received very little attention it seemed. Hopefully it was cleaned since last night or she'd be completely grossed out.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:54 pm
<~>Well this is awkward.<~>
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:55 pm
::The front doors of the club opened up and Unks walked into the club a smile on his face. As he closes the door his nose picked up the scent of children, and a lot of them. He shook off the smell and felt the energy of the one female Kitsune Red.
He moved deeper into the club and torward the bar. He looked at Red and smiled as he moved behind the bar. He got himself a soda and stayed behind the counter. He looked at the kitsune he seemed a little more then stressed and desided on leave her alone::
"Seems like we were running a daycare center last night."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:56 pm
(no worries red. I've got you covered)
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:04 pm
Looking towards the bar, she sees Epithany's husband enter and pursue a drink. Whether she had seen him recently or not doesn't matter, she couldn't remember saying anything to him in the past while.
Of course he had to mention those damn kids, which reminded her of the damn applesauce. All of yesterday in this place was just bad, and rather than be allowed to forget it, here he comes ruining the entire memory purge process. She grunted in contempt at his comment.
If he wanted to speak to her, at least he could try not to bring up unpleasant memories.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:11 pm
"I see bad thoughts, I won't mention it again. Care for a drink?"
::Unks looked over at her and smiled slightly. He blinked a few times and opened his soda and took a sip. He put his bottle down and began to unwrap the first layer of his hand wraps which were covering a second set of arm wraps with blood on the knuckles::
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:13 pm
Perched atop the Orion stage the mage sat her attention engrossed by a translucent water like sphere floating inches above her hand. Her habit of recording the events of days gone past was one that she constantly felt awkward over doing, but could never break the habit.
Observing the actions of Tacitus, the one other temporal magic user that frequented the club, she repeatedly shook her head in disbelief. Apparently he had been the cause of the army of children present in the club. Thankfully he had also returned to send them all back to where they had come from. That in turn was what had gotten her attention to such a degree.
One thing the high mage always was proud of was her knowledge of magical principles and spell casting. There tended to be 3 basic types of spell casters. The tried and true, "Wizards" who casted their magic as result of hour upon hours of studying and trial and error.
2nd were the "Sorcerors" who tended to be innately skilled with magic. Though they still needed to practice, they tended to cast intrinsically without consulting text.
Lastly were the clerical or divine casters. These people seemed to be gifted with magic merely by circumstance. Those individuals were capable of casting spells normally requiring the utmost skill and precision with merely a thought, just by calling on the power of their masters or gods.
This third group always urked her to degrees she just wanted to scream. True it was not fair to lump any one individual into any one group, but technical nature of the spell that Tacitus had casted on a whim would have taken her hours upon hours just for the preparation. Though to most people it would seem she did the same, the effort required to single out all the individual children as well as different times and circumstances in which they were from was astronomical. The fact he casted such a spell and repaired it with just as much ease was ridiculous.
A part of her realized that perhaps she was just jealous of such power, but such power always came at a price. Casters of that ilk always tended to have to pay some sort of tribute, or had ludicrous restrictions on what they were allowed to cast at times. The freedom she had in her casting was one that easily put aside the study time she required to master a spell as worth it. But the sheer audacity of the spell was still utterly jarring to her.
Sighing she mumbled a phrase dismissing the sphere before pausing to overlook the room she had just returned to its normal pristine condition with little more than a thought. It was ironic that someone else's similar actions had gotten so much of a rise from her. Blinking up at the appearance of another individual returned her back to reality.
"Oh hello there Red...Uhhh I just finished cleaning up."
Catching view of her husband she waved sheepishly at him as well dumbfounded she hadn't noticed his arrival.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:17 pm
"No thank you," she declined graciously, not really in the mood for anything at the moment. Despite her lack of interest, she kept a close eye on him anyway, noticing the blood on his arm wraps. He had been training, working on his jabs and hooks, for quite a while today. A shame he couldn't have walked away without bleeding, she thought to herself, but no matter. Any training was better than no training, so no use in being critical.
"Good evening Epithany. You'll forgive me for not staying and...helping out." It was her intention to actually help out, but she couldn't survive where there as no control. The fact that the others gave in to the demands of those snot machines without the due respect they deserved was to much to ask of her personally.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:26 pm
::Unks looked over at the stage and saw his wife sitting there. He blinked a few times thinking to him self. "Was she there the whole time? How did I not notice her?" He continued to look at her as she seemed bothered with something as well, but unlike Red it wasn't the children but something/someone else.
He hopped over the counter and made his way to the stage and jumped onto it and sat behind his wife and placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them softly and looking between the two women as they spoke::
"Love your body is so tense, relax a little and I'll work out all the kinks."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:33 pm
"Don't worry about it Red. That was enough to make anyone crazy. Actually I've dealt with a similar situation in my mage's guild. They seem to think that all women enjoy dealing with children, so they dump them on you without a thought. Its sad that even in this day in age that those misconceptions are so readily apparent. But I digress. Apparently Tacitus returned and dealt with the situation while we were all away..."
Cringing as she said this, she shook her head as if trying loosen a memory lodged in the recesses of her being.
"I simply casted a restoration spell on the floor. Intrinsically all objects have a certain degree of temporal memory. Cause and effect play roles that can be manipulated and thusly objects can be restored to previous states without much trouble."
Blinking at the unneeded exposition she ran her hand through her hair feeling foolish.
"Of course you probably didn't care to know that..."
Immediately trying to change the subject she turned her attention to her husband.
"Hey love...uhhh what have you been up to?"
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