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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 6:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 6:53 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:01 pm
<< xD Got'cha~ ...if we're waiting too much longer Deity'll go on and post...unless you wanna beat him to it, anyway. =O >>
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:36 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:47 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:50 pm
<is itching to use his new power. XD>>
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:53 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:06 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:28 am
<eventually So whenever eventually gets here, I'll have a secure connection. -currently bumming on someone else's wireless->>
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:01 pm
The place felt entirely too lonely for him, and even though no one was about yet, he felt as though he had to do something or else die of absolute boredom. As such, he had made way too much food for absolutely no reason, and was now in the process of spreading it out over three round tables he had lined up against one another. Were Jade here, she'd probably make quick work of this food, but he didn't have her metabolism thankfully or he'd never be done cooking. How she ever managed to make a meal was beyond him.
Surveying his dishes, he realized even in a month he probably wouldn't eat all of that food: a whole turkey, a large basket of fried chicken, lamb, rice, three types of vegetable curry, corn, sweet potatoes, regular potatoes, mashed potatoes, carrots, greens, cornbread, apple pie, sweet potato pie, cheesecake, pudding cake, upside down pineapple cake, and who knew what else. His eyes were starting to hurt looking at all of it. Instead of trying to take it all in check, he decided he'd go through it all as he got to it.
Straightening up, he had clearly decided to take a break from his usual training. Even his clothes were more relaxed than normal; a simple pair of loose fitting blue jeans, along with a black wool turtle neck to compliment part of his two toned hair. It actually worked wonders to bring out the sunlit glow in his eyes. A simple pair of sneakers is all that kept his feet covered and from a distance, he only looked more like a teenage boy, something he had gotten so accustomed to, that he hardly seemed to notice. He was smiling so clearly he was in a good mood, despite his complete isolation from any and everyone else about.
Looking about the large, silent place, he simply took a large sigh and returned to the kitchen. Now that he managed to get all of the food out, he needed to bring out the drinks, dishes, and silverware. Some napkins would probably help as well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:17 pm
The furry edging of her jacket brushed against her pale cheeks breifly causing an inaudible giggle to sweep from between her glossy, pink lips. She was alarmingly tickilish. She had noticed many humans buying these large, furry coats as the tempature decreased, and so she followed suit. The female had no sense of tempature actually so whenever she shivered, the woman always believed it was the memories of her past corrupting her body once more. Bothing unusual about that. Still, Christiania had been trying so very hard to fit in with the human population though it wasn't proving as easy as it had in the past. The female shook her head gently as she steadily moved toward her destination.
Her turqoise eyes took in her familiar surroundings which in turn brought a small, innocent smile to her lips once more this one more pronounced than earlier. She had made her home here after leaving the Deception, but guilt kept her wake at night knowing she had also been gone for some time from Orion. Hense why she was returning to visit and perhaps stay awhile. Seeing all of the patrons made her insides squirm uneasily, and her feet ceased their melancholy gait. Christiania whined flippantly, urging her body to follow orders and continue on. She was not going to allow her fear of people to keep her from a place she called home at one point. Besides, people's scent was faint. No one had been there in some time. This thought apparently relaxed her muscles because her legs began moving again but with a quickened pace.
The large mason-like edifice came sooner than she originally estimated-not that she minded. At the sight of Orion Chrissy broke into a run. not in the least graceful either. The cold had made it more difficult for the female to move as brisguely as she was used to, but to her surprise she kept her balance stumbling into the door quietly. It opened with ease, and Christiania slipped in silently. Her cerulean hues glowed in the dimmed light as she walked into the main area which lightened her complexion greatly.
Christiania hadn't age any since she had left last. Her young, innocent face brightened a room especially when she smiled toothily. Her eyes were bordered with a brown eyeliner, highlighting the strange, bright blue hue of her eye. Along her eyelid a white sparkle drifted along gracefully, gathering into a point along her temple. Her plump lips were coated with a glittery pink gloss only enhancing their temptation. Her turqoise locks were pulled into a loose, messy bun on the top of her skull. Straight strands fell around to frame her face, but most of her hair was secure. A small black rose was pinned within the bun around the hairtie which held it up. The coat which she wore had silver and black fur along the edge of the hood, sleeves and the bottom of the jacket. it dropped down to her mid-thigh, hiding the "Jason Mraz" tee-shirt beneath. Her jeans her a light denim that comfortabley clung to her toned, muscular legs-flaring out over a pair of black and white pumas.
"Hmm...quiet."
Her voice was sweet, yet was more composed and mature than it used to be. Oh how this place brought back memories. Chrissy smiled, nuzzling into the fake fur of her hoodie before proceeding to sit down on one of the vacant barstools. A soft sigh erupted from her lips as she rested her head in her arms, taking in the feel and scent of the room she had grown to love.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:38 pm
Well this was a surprise. As the feline gathered the large bowls of punch, one in each hand, he had caught the familiar presence of Chrissy, the turquoise haired vixen, who was still quite the nervous wreck the last time he had seen her. He wondered how she might behave this time around. Maturity or bashfulness was better than nothing so long as she didn't stare at him silently.
Entering the bar from the kitchen, a stack of tall glasses followed him along with a two rolls of paper towels. He thought that milk might be nice for the pastries, but he preferred that cold so anyone who wanted any could serve themselves. At first he pretended not to notice Chrissy until he had reached the three tables and put everything in its place. Afterward, he vanished on the spot, as though he had no business there and wouldn't partake of any of the food he had prepared.
If she were watching, she would see him appear before her, arms wrapped warmly, gently over her waist as he drew nearer. Otherwise, he'd still embrace her, but his head would rest on her left shoulder, his lips extremely close to her ear as he took in a deep breath.
"Haven't seen you about lately now have I?" His voice was sweet. Very sweet and inviting in fact. The last time he actually did see the diclonius wasn't even registered in his memory. All he knew was that he had seen her, but it had been too long since. Ichi was the only person he missed about this place more than Chrissy.
"Did you come all this way just for me?" His hands gripped her gradually firmer, but not so tight as to cause any sort of physical discomfort. At one point he couldn't do this at all without her freaking out. Had she finally grown out of that?
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