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 Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:14 pm
Yenek softened alittle "You are a wise man wall walker," he said with a laugh. He then turtned his attention to the other man in the room "Well as you know my name how about telling me yours," he said calmly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:19 pm
He smiled at the two. "You guys are so weird." He quirked his nose and luaghed. "Anyways. I'm Nafarian." He smiled at the two. If they knew anything about the latin language or internet viruses they would know that Nafarian is an alternation of the latin name of one of the most dangerous Viruses yet most discrseat in all of mankind. if they knew that they would know where most of his experties lie.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:24 pm
-// Whoa, this place is either full of west-coasters, people from other countries, or nocturnal beasts. Or, people with altered sleep schedules.
Evening, all; assuming you live near my time-zone, that is. //-
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:25 pm
(( hello stranger. It's 1:25 A.M. here.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:29 pm
((Viva Las Vegas, pacific time AND sltered sleep schedule. XD))
Tac beamed and nodded to himself, "Wise and insane, or possibly a sort of insane certainty, what more fun could be had? Being normal and stupid is boring as s**t these days."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:30 pm
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Yenek nodded "Its nice to meet you Nafarian," he said and then looked to the other man "Hope you find your way around old dude," he said then vanished in a wisp of black smoke.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:32 pm
He Nodded his head. "Amen to that old man." He said Raing his empty glass. He looked where Yenek once was. "Crazy dude just poofs in and out like a fart." He said shrugging to himself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:37 pm
-// Hey, Tac, would you take it as an insult if I said that you living in Vegas totally fits your character? x3
Hello to you too, and one stranger makes two. (Unless one's a stalker.) I suppose that means you're nearly east-coast, but not quite, one hour off... central-time?
Later Yenek. :3 //-
Kythe lands softly, a few feet from the Club's entrance. Gazing towards the stars, he strolls forward, arms crossed over his chest.
A cool evening, tonight--cooler than an Canadian forest is on an average night, at least, Kythe sardonically comments to himself, allowing himself a light chuckle as he strolls towards Orion. Approaching the doors, he places his right hand to the door displaying "Orion", allowing his left elbow to rest on the sword handle protruding from that side of his waist. Marginally warmer air encompasses his body as he steps into the building, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. A familiar feeling, now, he realizes.
Something keeps bringing me back... Soft steps can be heard from the impact of his shiny black boots upon the hardwood floor, as Kythe returns his right arm to being crossed with his left. A pair of baggy black jeans drapes a bit over his boots, secured by a black belt with a silver buckle. Another sheathed sword, with black cloth-wrapped handle, ornately decorated dark silver caps on both ends, and a black sheath decorated near the lower end with a silver infinity-eight symbol that has the Japanese kanji for "Peace" in one side and that of "Love" in the other is suspended from the right side of his waist, identical to the other. A large, white, button-up shirt bunches a bit over his swords and buckle, hanging loosely over his upper-body, and buttoned just enough that not much of his chest is visible. A silver chain hangs from his neck, and the small, black onyx dragon figurine hanging from the bottom link makes a bit of noise as it stops swaying, in tune with Kythe pausing.
Scanning the area, as usual, with half-shaded cyan eyes, Kythe uncrosses his arms again, switching them to his back, with his right hand resting in his left hand's palm. With his sleeves drawn back from his hands a bit, a pair of black, fingerless gloves become visible, with a silver band around each wrist.
Hm... somewhat active, tonight. One who seems to have dissappeared on cue with him nearing the bar, one who seems rather drunk, and our old pal koala-man on a wall. Yep, this is definitely Orion.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:45 pm
Speaking of koalas, the furry little companion to Tacitus found itself crawling up the rear side of the bar to sit on the countertop, all cute and fuzzy like a koala should be. It notices the hand wraps hanging down and reaches up at them, but cannot seem to reach. Tacitus, meanwhile, freaks the hell out, "KWALALA!" And proceeds to point a gun at it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:46 pm
He Smiles not noticing the other man behind him. "FINALLY!" He groaned. "Some Action!" He Brings out his gold gun and points it at the Koala.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:48 pm
(( Anyone have an extra oculus magica they don't mine giving or lending to me?))
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:55 pm
Kythe watches with a smirk as Tac freaks out, yet again, in the presence of this small, furry creature. Until both he and the stranger sling steel on it.
"What the--" in an instant, both Kythe and Kwalala seem to disappear. No more than an instant later, they both appear on the opposite end of the bar in relation to Kythe's previous position, Kythe leaning on the edge of the bar and Kwalala seated near the end. He turns his head towards the two, glancing with calm, now-bright cyan eyes
"Come now, what do you expect a koala to do?" He was mainly aiming this question at the unfamiliar one, as Tacitus would have probably comically failed at harming the animal. Oh, look at that; he put his finger back on.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:59 pm
When Nafarian draws his weapon on the koala Tac quickly draws his other firearm and aims it at the boy's head, "The ******** you doing? Its a god damned koala, we don't shoot koalas in this country. What are you, an insensitive b*****d?" He didn't seem to notice Kythe transpose himself with kwalala, which meant he was now aiming a gun at both of his fellow patrons.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:01 am
He shot the fire but before it hit the koala disapeared and reapeared on the other side of the bar. He groaned. " I expect a koala to sit and take the damn hit." He said sem-aggravated. Only thing that was calming him was the song The Prize by semisonic on the radio. Was the radio even on? Is there even a radio in here? He thought to himself.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:01 am
-// Maybe if I knew ya', dude. I'm Mr. Trust Issues, though, so it'd still be doubtable. By the way, is there any particular name you prefer being called by, or should I refer to you as HisRoyalFreshness?
Tac, seriously, I gotta' ask what your character's deal with Kwala' is x3. //-
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