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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:40 pm
::Clearing his throat once more, Angellus lightly shakes his head in response to Epithany.::
No thanks, I'm good. I should be goin' anyway.
::With Deity not around, Charade will have to save his message for later. Really gotta get that guy a phone, he silently complains, this hide and seek s**t has gotta go. Shifting his legs a little, the Orinian gently slides his right hand under Miyuki's head, grabbing the pillow cushion to his side with the other hand. Scooting away from her, he softly places the cushion under her blue locks before letting her get back to what she was doing.
Taking in the view once again, of course, Angel shifts his weight forward and stands back to his feet, using his hands to brush at his jeans and jacket. Bringing his eyes back to Kythe, he smiles again, this time his lips together. It is clear by now that his only resemblance to Deity is physical - their personalities are miles apart.::
It was good meetin' you. Take care, 'right?
::Giving him the barest hint of a quick nod, he lets his arms swing with his pace as he walks out of the lounge, tossing a final glance back to the two sleeping foxes. He holds no memory of the chick, but the guy seems somehow vaguely familiar. Weird. Giving Epithany a left-handed overhead wave, his long stride brings him quickly to the front doors. Again, he opens them both with a twist and pull of the knobs before stepping out.::
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:51 pm
-// L8er d00d, ur ttly 1337!!1!11!!!1!!eleven!!!
XD;; Night-night, Great Mask of Doom. ::Actually played Zelda recently:: //-
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:53 pm
Nodding at Kythes's request she rose from her seat and paused in the entry way looking to Angel anything for me?
Resting here attention on Angel she paused as if to await and answer to her question. Shrugging as he departed she headed off to bar, to begin preparing her drink as well as Kythes's
Heading behind the counter she began preparing the drinks. Accelerating the preparation time with spell she returned carrying with her his drink as well as glass of white wine . Setting his drink before him on a nearby table she returned to her perch with a smile.
"Nice to actually have company for once. This place be so dreary when you are out and about alone."
Shrugging she sipped he drink, letting the golden liquid glide down her throat.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:21 am
"You too," Kythe replies, as Angel exits the lounge, and then the Club. Kythe looks to the two familiar kitsune one last time, his mind nagging him to do so. One--the female--he's met once or twice. The other, he now realizes, he's never seen before; the man just seems familiar, with the number of kitsune he's met at the Club.
As Epithany exits the lounge, Kythe stands from the wall, deciding to take another new spot--and stops as he passes the entryway, gazing after Epithany. Something about long hair--and long skirts--on women, he's always liked; especially those of exceptional beauty. After holding his gaze for just a moment, noticing how her hair frames her shoulders, Kythe continues past the entrance, walking around a nearbye table to take a seat on one of the benches, and trying--and failing--to shake thoughts from his mind. Epithany returns rather quickly, to have brewed hot tea, but Kythe doesn't see any reason to question it, and nods to her in thanks as she places it on the table before him. He picks up the tea, bringing the cup to his lips to take a sip, and contemplates some long-dormant topics as he does so--the reason he currently has no significant other, and his conflict over persuing another. Then, at Epithany's comment, he swallows the swig of soothing liquid, and once again glances towards her.
"I can imagine. I've only been here alone a few times, and I ususally exit soon after I'm the only one here." Kythe seems to regret his own mind's high-speed processing; thinking through things quickly leaves a lot of extra time to think about memories, and this overactive brain just can't seem to stay unoccupied.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 8:08 am
Groaning audibly within the lounge area the mage gazed about the large room finding a number of bodies strewn about still in slumber. Rubbing the back of her neck which had seemed to have grown a crick over the night she mumbled something indiscernible in Dutch. Stretching she proceeded to knock over the remainder of the nights wine glass nearly drenching the cushions of a nearby couch. Grumbling she proceeded to cast a restoration spell to clean up the mess. It seemed as though her ordeal with her unwanted guest within the Soul Fountain had done much to sap her energy. The woman was trying in a surprisingly unobtrusive manner. The entire situation was exasperating.
Untying her bandanna she ran her hand through the emerald strands that cascaded slightly past her shoulders. Giving the lounge another once over she smirked finding the situation a reminder of earlier days within these walls. At those times, her excuse was that she was too tired to head home and sleeping in the lounge was the best choice. These days she had no excuse she owned an entire floor of the facility.
Rising to her feet she quietly made her way into the main corridor as to not wake any of the people still sleeping.
"Some things never change...at least thats something to relish.'
Producing her key which she had bound about her wrist like a bracelet she summoned the elevator. Stepping into the empty tube she glanced once more over the wide room, a smile curling over her lips before the elevator doors slid shut.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 9:02 am
|| People were takin' a gander at Miyu last night. XDDD
Woooooo! Go hot fox girls! ||
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 10:28 am
<~>Do I count as a hot fox girl? My reputation for violence has elegantly preceded my beauty...or so it seems<~>
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 11:19 am
((Good afternoon. *Wave*))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 11:22 am
((Well I'm just the Mage. So no complaints from you. Don't worry you will be paid many the compliment when a few guys come on.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 11:42 am
((*Wonders where everyone goes after single posts.*))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 11:45 am
((Sorry, I was busy talking to my parents.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 11:47 am
-// Miyu, you were apparently mistaken for eye-candy by a number of people . xd
But my character did no oggling, scout's honor! ::Straigtens to attention, and salutes::
... well, I'm not a scout, but that's beside the point. I didn't, honest!
Good afternoon Xai, Red, Epithany.
: razz roceeds with earlier-than-ususal IC-ness, and over-use of the all-powerful hyphen--or, depending on it's use, dash.:: //-
Not a spilled glass, not the movements of a cautious, exiting, beauty of a mage, but something, some light, far-away noise breaks Kythe's concentration.
Kythe had, unintentionally, fallen into quite a deep meditation, focusing on the two topics he'd brought up for though the previous night. Epithany--whom he guesses had either fallen asleep, or slipped out while he was in deep thought--hadn't made any noise after their short-lived conversation, or at least, none that he noticed, and the near-silence gave his mind free reign to to think up a storm, while his body took the back seat for a while. He had apparently set his tea back on the table after taking that first and only sip, and crossed his arms and legs, leaning back into the couch.
The two topics in question hadn't changed much, aside from now being circulated more thoroughlly through his conscious--something that could prove to have negative results. The first--the reason he no longer has a soul-mate--has no solution, and so focusing on it only brought up emotions that are better left down. The second--his conflict over persuing another love--while boasting two plausible, easy-to-comprehend answers, had continued to remain a conflict, and surged more better-to-be-controlled emotions throughout his mind, his heart. While a sizeable chunk of the night had been spent on those thoughts, a larger half was probably taken reigning those emotions back in, for fear of the damage they could--and, left alone, would--indirectly cause.
At present time, Kythe opens his eyes rather suddenly, as if startled from a light sleep, and looks around the room. Calmly sitting up-right has he does so, he notes one less being present than when he'd entered his unintentional "slumber". He un-crosses his legs, places his hands on his knees, and leans forward, looking at the ground between his feet for a moment. He ponders whether to exit the club or try for a second cup of tea.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:07 pm
((I will post...Indeed I shall.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:55 pm
The elevator doors slid open silently following the customary bell. Having spent the past few hours cleaning up. Clad in her favorite red blazer and dress vest, she looked as though she were going to a business meeting rather than just deciding to return back down to the main floor.
To her surprise little had changed since had left earlier that morning. Wrinkling her nose she pulled up chair and settled there in silence overlooking the room
"Quiet day.."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:57 pm
-// Woohoo! ... ::awkward-cough::
::Edits post, scolds computer for loading so damn slowly:: //-
Deciding on the latter, Kythe stands, bringing his feet together and interlacing the fingers of both hands. He then turns then palm-outwards and pushes them as far as he can without hurting himself, stretching. From there, he moves his hands upwards, forming an arc until they're straight above his head, stretching his arms even further. Continuing from this pose, Kythe bends backwards, feet still in-place, until his hands touch the seat of the couch behind him, and he's looking at the wall. At this point, his chain falls from his neck, making a little noise as it pools onto the cushion. Kythe then reverses his action, returning to the straight-up pose, and spreading his feet apart to about twice the width of his shoulders. He bends forward, at the hip, until his hands slightly press against the floor, and holds that position for a moment. From there, Kythe returns to being up-right, placing his hands on his knees, and alternatively leaning to his right, then his left, pressing upon the opposite knee in order to stretch his legs.
Standing straight and with an average posture now, Kythe basks in the numbing relief of being fully-stretched for a moment. He then twists on a heel and a toe, pulling a 90 degree turn to gather up his chain in his right hand, and return it to it's perch around his neck. The small onyx dragon on the end sways back and forth for a moment as he twists back, retrieves his used cup, and heads towards the bar.
Exiting the lounge, he spies Epithany again, this time overlooking the floor. He heads over to the bar-area and looks towards her, pausing with his now dust particle-filled, cold cup of tea.
"'Morning. I trust you slept well?" Then, considering his time spent in intense thought: "... I apologize if I zoned out on you last night."
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