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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:54 pm
Wrinkling her nose at Angel's line of question she thought about it for a brief moment. She wasn't particularly a fan of the colder temperatures. Though her tutelage under Kendo had many times placed her in considerably harsher climates than ones found about the Orion.
"Hmmm I suppose It can be nice. I'm not one for cold but as far as far as regions this far north tend to be, Its nice. It brings with it a scenery that you don't see in other regions, the south being a definite example. I take it you aren't one for humid warm climate, thats understandable..."
Spying him studying Miyu's physique she smirked in amusement. Even after pregnancy Miyu still had a figure that turned the men's heads. Gazing down at her noticeably more conservative attires, she wondered if she could get the same degree of attention. She tended to wear blouses which naturally accentuated her breasts. Her skirt left much to the imagination though. Shrugging she sighed inwardly.
"I'm glad to see your enjoying yourself. From what parts do you harken? I surmise not from his planet even."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:55 pm
((Yeah I am far from a Bush fan myself.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:56 pm
-// Harsh, Xai. Sorry to hear it... and, yeah, war blows like a tornado. Bush... I'm not too into politics (which is probably bad for someone verging on the 18 years mark), so I can't give you any politically-based reason, but I just distrust the guy. And he's definitely made some dumb-a** decisions, in my opinion.
::Waves to gone people::
Hiya Deity, 'Pith'ny... is that wound okay O.o;? //-
Just before reaching a sitting position, Kythe hears his name shaped by a familiar voice. Returning to a full stand, Kythe strolls towards the lounge, his thumbs hiding in his jeans pockets. A few odd beeps catch his attention for a fleeting moment as he nears the lounge. He spots Epithany as he reaches the lounge entrance, and also spies a couple of sleeping people, both vaguely familiar, plus a new-to-him, familiar-looking person. He nods a greeting to the new-to-him person, returning his gaze to Epithany to answer her. He pauses, allowing the vaguely familiar, awake one to finish speaking, before he replies:
"I've been doing mostly well, thanks; you?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:57 pm
((Well, I'm glad I didn't offend anybody. *Sigh* I'm gonna get some rest. Sleep well, guys.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:04 pm
-// Later, Xai. You sleep well too, man; you'll need it more. //-
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:09 pm
<<@Sone: Try to rest easy, dude... 3=; >>
<<@Kythey: Don't feel so bad...not very politically inclined, either. >o>;; >>
::Raising his gloved right hand to wave to the newest newcomer, Angel drops his arm to his side again, resulting in a soft, quiet rattle of his gun under his jacket. Letting the stranger finish - as well as Epithany's response - he quickly moves on to answer her, arching one brow; he finds her uncanny intuition a little too curious, though.::
...thas' right. I hail from Gust Capitol, on Orion. I can only guess you've heard of it.
::The place is called Club Orion, for crying out loud, the slayer thinks to himself.::
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:10 pm
((*apparently is bleeding death* Huh? What wound? *blinks down at stab entry wound* Awww you just ruined my shirt * Pulls out juice from shirt pocket* I was saving that for a special occasion.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:21 pm
((@Deity scream Judge moar, n00b! domokun domokun domokun ))
((That is all. ^___^))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:25 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:28 pm
Noticing his reaction to her all too obvious knowledge of him she smiled. Not familiar with the actual geographic and topographic whereabouts of Orion she nodded in mock recognition.
"As I'm sure as you can already guess I know more about you than I've been letting on. But I suppose appearances are usually easier to keep up rather than blatantly stating as much from the beginning. I have a fairly good understanding of most events happening within these walls, Especially those that happen in this main floor or the arena. "
Shrugging she found a seat looking towards Kythe.
"I am well, as...well. Its good to hear things are going alright for you "
Not sure what to say next she grew silent.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:39 pm
-// ::Rocks out to awesome Battle Medley of Final Fantasy V-X:: I know barely anything about the suddenly diverse group of next presidential election's candidates, except that I'll be torn over a decision between ethnicity and gender.
2 'Pith (and her juice-box): xd !!!
::Waves to Tac:: //-
Kythe registers the rattle, and takes note, but honestly can't call it suspicious--what, with the swords hanging from his waist. This planet's simply not safe, in general, he can say from experience. The new-to-him-one seems rather peculiar--but hey, who doesn't these days? His attention is perked at the use of the name "Orion". Not only is it ironically his first time hearing it spoken, but he wonders of it's use in reference to a planet. He then thinks of the Club's owner, Deity, recognizing that as the resemblance in the new one's image. Kythe then thinks of the one who introduced himself as Sir Aaron Wesley--according to him, he's Deity's father, and he didn't seem one to lie--whom he's met only once. His mind strays afterwards--for a reason he can't guess--to the rather short kitsune man with the attitude, whom he's seen on numerous occasions. Surely, he's heard someone say his name, right? Unable to recall, Kythe ponders nonetheless.
Maybe...? Well, it's not like I even have any basis for that train of thought... Shoving the notion to the back of his mind, with no proof for it, he returns his attention to the two before him. Epithany's comment enters his mind, and it seems to take a rather long moment to process, especially for Kythe's exceptionally quick mind.
A planet? Could they have fallen into the same situation as I? ... I doubt it, if three of them are that powerful... but, maybe they were the only ones strong enough to escape...? Snapping out of it with a quick shake of his head, Kythe looks to Epithany, leaning his right shoulder on the frame of the entrance, and crossing his right leg past his left, bending slightly at the knee, and placing his right foot toe-down, heel-up.
"Thank you, and it's good to hear that it's been the same for you." His eyes follow the trail of her hair for a moment, down, and his gaze continues, gliding quickly from her, to the floor, past the sleeping Kitsune pair, and up to the eyes of the Orinian(sp?). Kythe looks into his eyes, noticing the difference between them at once, and absently trying to find a resemblance in them.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:51 pm
<>Ah, I have no doubt of that.
::The slayer says this with a bit of a grin. The capabilities of mages are practically endless - especially experienced or powerful ones. He'd be surprised to learn that Epithany was unable to learn pretty much everything about someone without their knowledge. As such, Jake's training as a younger man led him to the ability to accomplish the same means, though his methods are without doubt extremely different. The most glaring difference is that he can be caught snooping a lot easier. Hence his proficiency with close- and long-range combat.
Freed from his sidetrack, he blinks once before meeting eyes with the new guy. Technically, he likely isn't new at all - just like everyone else - and Angel is just now seeing him. Running a quick scan tells him that this one is indeed someone he's never seen, though he's now logged for future reference. Flashing a friendly smile, Angellus raises his right hand to scratch lightly at his opposite temple, wincing a little as he does.::
Sorry 'bout my silence, man. I'm Angel.
::A bit too far to shake hands, and far too comfortable with the siren sleeping in his lap to get up and make the offer, he doesn't.::
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:10 pm
Crossing her arms over her chest she remained silent as the two men introduced themselves to one another. A number of thoughts bounced about within her skull as to why Angel looked so much like Deity despite having no physical relation to him as far as she knew.
On top of all that, the last time she had received data upon him, it had been during a circumstance in which he had been trying to kill Deity. A lot questions remained unanswered, and she was far from being at liberty to ask.
Shrugging she returned her attention to reality.
"I'm thinking of getting myself a drink at the bar. You boys wouldn't want anything would you?"
Gazing toward the bar area, she was once again reminded of the reason she had left her room in the first place. Dealing with Sol was becoming increasingly more trying by the the day and the drink was there to calm her nerves. Truthfully the conversation had worked wonders in changing her mood, but the urge to wet her palate remained.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:21 pm
The friendly, outgoing smile and attitude nearly kill any connection he could have to Deity or "Little-Fox", Kythe remarks to himself, sarcastically. The name "Angel" seems to contradict the fact that the man has a sleeping, attractive stranger's head in his lap--or so it seems, to Kythe. He can't possibly know their relationship, but the fact that he isn't really touching her, aside from her head being in his lap, signifies that he may not have much of an intimate relationship with the fox woman. In any case, Kythe isn't going to ignore the greeting.
"No problem. My name is Kythe, title Shianken." He introduces himself with his title again, out of a guilty obligation to keep his culture alive, even if only within his mind. With his reply, he bows shortly, afterwards removing his thumbs from his pockets, and returning his arms to being crossed over his chest, disturbing his chain slightly. Then, hearing Epithany's comment and inquiry, he removes himself from his position in the entrance's frame, takes a step forward and to the left, and leans back on the wall, re-crossing his right leg over his left. He hasn't thought of it until she mentions it, but a drink seems like a nice idea. He hasn't swallowed much but his own saliva over the past few months. Glancing to Epithany from his new spot, Kythe replies:
"If you don't mind, I'd like some plain green tea, please. Brewed or iced is fine, just with nothing added."
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