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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 8:44 pm
::Not a thunderous reaction, but a reaction nonetheless. The dorky-looking one with the box of suits seems a bit too forward in his greeting, but at least it's a greeting. It evokes a simple nod from the vampire, as does the greeting from who seems to be the dork's woman. The lazy horned cripple offers no such 'hello'. The redhead does, though - she just glances over, but that's better than nothing. She's pretty cute, too. Judging from his options - between the dork, his chick, the horny cripple and the redhead - the foxy lady seems like the most promising choice.
Idly rubbing his palms against the sides of his coat, Twist moves in that direction, stocky frame still managing to look lean. The closer he gets, however, the more this lady looks pissed. Or, at the very least, aggravated. The vamp would like to think he isn't the source of her aggravation, but has no evdience for or against that theory. Upon reaching the woman's table, he tugs a seat loose and spins it upon one of its legs, facing the back of the chair to the bar. Throwing his left leg over, he sits down and crosses his arms over the back of the chair, letting his chin rest on his sleeves. He only pipes up with a response to the other woman's offer for drinks, having to yell to effectively convey his answer at this distance.::
I'm good, thanks.
::Everything has been so quietly lately, that he really wouldn't mind just sitting and watching people do their thing. Chatting would be nice, but unnecessary. Yes, Twist could always just go home, but the prospect of even going outside to feed is an uncomfortable one. It's far too cold for travelling. Besides, this place lots of places to sleep.::
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 8:47 pm
Yenek's headache pounded his temples as he heard the word drink. He looked quickly at the woman behind the counter, he didn't remeber if he knew her or not "Something with caffine in it woiuld be excellent if you don't mind." the devil said as he rubbed his temple "These headaches are terrible," he added. He watched as Unks spoke to the red-haired woman he didn't know. "These are quite impressive, If I wasn't afraid the armor might break them I would try using my horns." he added.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 8:56 pm
Watching carefully, she took note of the serious amount of abuse the armor really could take. Extreme heat, cold, physical assault, heavy pressure, and every known element to man. Interesting indeed. Has she not witnessed it, she would likely have remained skeptical.
Everything had a limit though.
The offer for a drink was declined with a silent glance to her elder, though her gaze was a bit prolonged as though to indicate she did not think lightly of Epithany at all.
Her eyes fell upon the Saiya-jin as he approached her, her fur bristling noticeably as though she might like to hit him just for the fun of it. Maybe she was a bit of a bully after all. That other girl, Christainia. That was certainly fun. Taking the armor set that he offered her, she looked it over carefully, noticing her name engraved over the left breast. In the back of her mind she noted how the design wasn't much to her liking. A single black color, which worked well actually, but did nothing to make her own outfit stand out from everyone else's. In fact, only the engraved name separated it from the pack.
Still though, at least she got one. And he had told her to do as she saw fit with it. What better window of opportunity could she ask for?
Then someone sat next to her. Turning to look at him levelly, she crossed her right leg over her left, her skirt sliding up her thigh and inch, but only to reveal more translucent stocking. Seeing as she now had company, whether he intended to or not, she could at least present herself to be civilized.
"Good evening," she began stiffly without much concern really for where the conversation led her. "My name is Red. Yourself?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:01 pm
"Well I am glad you enjoy it Yenek, hopefully it will serve you well in any upcoming battles you may have."
::Unks got back to the bar and smiled as he closed the second box and then put the boxes on the floor next to his stool one on top of the other. He sighed softly as his ice blue eyes moved back to his wife his smile still on his face. He was glad that his work was getting good feedback::
"So my love, what have you been doing while I was away?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:05 pm
Bowing her head amiably she produced a flute of red wine for herself as a well as a mountain dew from the mini fridge for the man she now recognized to be Yenek. Sliding him the can she returned to her husband's side, sipping her wine.
"I guess I could wear the armor underneath my battle robes. I'm not sure if I find the style to my liking, but it would provide excellent extra potential."
Spinning to face the others present she drank more of her wine.
"So other than developing this armor, you do anything else?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:11 pm
"I hope it does," the devil said, he thought of what he could do with armor that would be destroyed by his powers. Yenek saw the Mountain Dew and smiled as he caught the glass "Thanks Ms...." he trailed off, he had no idea the woman's name. He looked at her with a puzzled expression "I'm sorry I don't know your name." he admitted as he took a sip of his drink. The Devil's eyes lit up when the green liquid touched his lips.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:18 pm
::Thankfully, the lady has it in her to break the ice so to speak. Is it my charm, or her boredom, he asks to himself. Or maybe I'm thinking about it too much. Turning his head a little to rest his eyes on the redheaded woman, he at first passes by the mention of her name and inquiry about his, opting to remark on her first comment.::
I'd say so....better than usual, anyway.
::Unfolding his forearms enough to free his right, he holds out his open right hand to Red, a somewhat boredly expectant look in his hazel eyes. It hovers in the air as he speaks, a clear offer to shake her hand.::
Fittin' name, Red. Mine's Andamuel.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:18 pm
::unks looked at his wide with a smile still as she sit nect to him and drinking her wine. He then turned his head so he could still see her. He stiffled a yawn and his eyes closed as he covered his mouth.
"well nothing just making all of these and training some that is about it."
Unks began to stand up slowly and lifted the boxes with his mind. He was getting a sudden sleepy feeling creeping up his body. He did have a long journey back and he didn't sleep well while staying with his grandmother, to many bad memories. He looked around the room and then to his wife.
"I am sorry to cut my return greeting short, but I am pretty tired. I am gonna head to bed, I will see you later love. Good night everyone."
With that Unks began walking to the elevator. He got his key out and waited as the door opened. Once inside he did what he had to do to get the elevator to life to bring him to his room::
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:28 pm
"Andamuel," she repeated in the same lackluster tone as before, her eyes set directly on him, full attention forward. "You have an unusual name. What are its origins?" As though it really mattered, her eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity, his answer apparently meaning something to her, even if not much.
As he moved about, it didn't dawn on her that he was extending his arm to shake hands with her. For that reason alone she merely stared at it for a moment, at first believing it would bury itself into a pocket or perhaps retrieve something from his person. When she did realize what was going on, she still stared, asking herself whether it would be a waste or not to actually return the gesture. It wasn't something she was accustomed to doing outside of meetings.
She shook it anyway.
Slow though it may have been, her own right hand reached out to catch his, her grip loose, as though her hand was to be held - being a lady after all - and he was only to grasp gently. When she had decided that was custom though she did not know, but she never gave a man 'a man's handshake.' After retracting her hand, she went about the unnecessary task of tidying her new armor in her lap before clasping her hands together and resting them gently on top.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:43 pm
Sipping more of her wine she smiled at the purple haired demon.
"Your welcome sir. My name is Epithany by the way."
Catching word of Unks leaving for the night rose as well, draining her wine readily.
"I believe I'll take my leave as well. Have a nice night everyone."
Putting her flute in the sink she headed for the elevator herself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:45 pm
((Sorry I just dipped out. I was having crazy writers block.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:45 pm
<~>Good night you two.<~>
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:47 pm
Yenek downed the rest of his soda and placed the glass back on the counter. He exhaled in satisfaction with his drink then stood. "I should be getting back to Oblivion, vacations over," he said more to himself then anyone else. With that thought Yenek pulled out his raiper: Infinity.
With one strong slash of the air a rift was opened to Yenek's world "Nice to meet you miss Epithany," he said, picked up the armor and then stept into the rift. "Goodnight everyone," his voice echoed behind him as the rift vanished, within a few seconds it was gone.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:55 pm
<<::waves to everyone leaving::>>
::As Red seems to have been expecting, Twist's grip on her hand is light, his palm just grasing across her fingertips. Less of a handshake and more of a customary hand grab. Whatever. Pulling his arm back and letting it rest atop the other, he rolls his eyes in thought, mulling over the possible answers to her question. Come to think of it, he has no clue what the origin of his name is. He changed his last name to what it is, but 'Andamuel' doesn't seem to trace back to anything. He answers after some hesitation, staring off into the distance with a clear uncertainty in his voice.::
I think it's a family name. Dun' know where from, though.
::Not the most satisfactory answer, he knows, but that's all there is. He shrugs with a sigh, eyes on Red for the moment before his posture settles again. He wasn't really prepared for that question. Everyone comments on his odd name, but they usually stop at that. This woman seems to be much more intuitive. At the very least, more curious. Not a bad quality, Twist remarks, but it can be a little irritating. Without much else to add, he nods toward the funky-looking garmet in the fox lady's lap.::
Neat outfit. Who's the dork?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:11 pm
Casting her gaze down upon the outfit yet again, she couldn't show much gratitude for the compliment as she wasn't the one who had made it. It was a nice piece of work all the same though. As for who did make it, she only sighed, as though frustrated at the thought.
"His name is Unks, husband of my elder Epithany, a mage of incredible intellect." Though she had just showed great respect for her senpai, her spirits seemed no more delighted and she didn't look all that inspired. Perhaps the humor lay in the fact that she had just praised the wife while only mentioning the husband in passing, as though he were a sidekick. She personally did not rank the two against one another, but she had her biases nonetheless.
"Apparently he's a bit of a technological genius. If this stuff is truly indestructible though, my people will have field day torturing the fabric." Lifting her eyes back up to contact her company, she did not grin or frown at this comment. It was her intention to take this outfit and break it down. Her pride would not permit her to do anything beyond test it, so might as well figure out how it worked seeing as Unks had managed to make it synchronize with her DNA when they were on opposite sides of the world.
"Anyway," she said as though her entire mental soliloquy had been made aloud, "I think I should go home. It's late and now that I have a reason to wake up early, I can admit that I'm a bit tired. Should we meet again Andamuel, I hope to find you in good health." A light bow and she made her way out, carrying the chest plate, top, and pants in her arms, using her hydrokinesis to open the doors before her. As her tail passed the threshold, the doors closed and left whoever else was within closed off from her.
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