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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:29 pm
Adjusting his glasses which hung loosely on the bridge of his nose the fox sage smirked.
"Nice to see I must be going blind in my old age..."
Raising the sword he mumbled a phrase it vanishing in a burst of flame.
Overhearing the discussion on rafters he tilted his head. What was everyones fascination with the building supports. In any given place there could be an entire hoard of brooding self proclaimed bad asses acting as a voyeurs. There was some truth to what could be seen, It was one of the better ways to look down a young ladies blouse.
Smirking at his lecherous musings he once more returned his attention to those present.
"So anything of interest going on, or have I come at another dry spot?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:43 pm
((Seth is ********' bored. And Sunburned... sad But mostly bored.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:10 pm
(( ninja Evening Seth. ninja ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:45 pm
Carl Elynwood (( ninja Evening Seth. ninja )) (( HI carl!!!))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:58 pm
(( ninja Haha, Hello Yo-ko ninja ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:48 pm
Kenta Kitsune If he had dared open his mouth and try to speak, he would have said something along the lines of 'Oh ho ho HO that is so much easier said than done right now.' However, he was underwater, and even if he could breathe, he dared not speak. It was just way too creepy right about now. Luckily for Miss Chrissy, he was behaving physically as different as he could from his fragile mental state of being.
Normally, someone who his panicking about someone they just slept with wouldn't be too thrilled about said someone's bare body being pressed against theirs. Although Kenta was none too excited about this idea, he was a bit more rational than most, at least externally,and he welcomed her open armed against him, the warmth from her own body easing the tension that threatened to break him at every joint.
Of course the initial jolt of two bodies colliding was none too comfortable and his throbbing head threw his heartbeat out of whack - or moreso than it had already been. For all it was worth though, he held her in steady silence, his body becoming gradually more relaxed with her against him. This wasn't right, he knew, but it was working he had to admit. Again he found himself drawing blanks, but his mind was racing a mile a minute...maybe faster. Unable to make sense of what was going on inside or outside of his body, he nestled his head on top of hers, arms wrapped about her waist, and focused as hard as he could on calming down. It wasn't the easiest thing he could have done, but it helped a bit. His heart was battling his chest cavity with the speed it was going. Chrissy's own heart was racing in her bosom, and she was almost positive he could feel it thumping heavily against his flesh. She inhaled a sharp, steadying breath with her eyes shut tight. This was so weird yet she felt no remorse. Why was that? Kenta was from the future, and technically not even supposed to be born! The diclonius pulled away from his naked body blushing. "Kenta...erm...I...need...my clothes..." Smooth. The blush deepened to a faint crimson, and her eyes fell from his catching gaze. A finger twisted a turqoise strand of hair as she watched the ripples of the warm water move in waves past each of their bodies. The water was a bit cloudy from the steam so her breasts were safely hidden as well as her lower extremities-Kenta's were as well. Good. Chrissy couldn't een fathom the idea of seeing his mainly parts. She bit her lip thinking about it. Ahhhhh!
Slipping from his grip, the sound of their bodies aggrivating her headache. Chrissy winced painfully as she swam to the edge of the hotspring. Her clothes were against the wall adjacent to his. Seeing them lying there made her self-conscious and her blush deepened. The diclonius knew she was beautiful and there was nothing to be self-conscious about, but she was naked for Christ's sake. Swallowing a growing lump in her throat she pushed off the edge of the spring and out of the water completely. The chill of the air bit at her flesh until small bumps appeared. Chrissy shivered hustling over to her pile and grabbing it;however, she never put the clothes on. Instead, she pressed them against her front and turned towards Kenta. He looked so lonely in the spring all alone.
"H-Here, " she muttered ever so softly to combat the ache of her hangover. Chrissy snatched up his clothing with a vector, but instead of using the vector to drop it on the edge, she decided to walk there and leave it in a nice pile of the edge herself. In her head, her mind was screaming telling her to get the hell out of there, but her feet refused to move. She just stood there and watched him with her glittering orbs for eyes. Just watching and waiting...
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:19 pm
Her words were very sobering oddly enough. Maybe because the first thing they did when they realized they had slept together was embrace or maybe because they were simply still naked in a hot spring. Either way, the significance of being clothed before anyone walked in seemed like an extremely good idea. He let her go willingly, and was honestly a bit disappointed that his vision was obscured by the warm liquid.
His head broke over the surface of the water, but he didn't try to get out just yet. Part of him was still full of shame and the fact that he wasn't eying the very woman he wanted to see was probably proof enough. The hangover and the guilt together made him not really want to think and only made him more aware of how hollow he felt inside.
"H-Here," he heard her say, and was snapped back from whatever half thoughts he was thinking. She was something, even at a time like this, to be thinking of him even a little bit. Mechanically his body waded toward the edge of the springs, and his clothing. He realized that she hadn't gotten dressed, but she was covered up enough that from his vantage, she wasn't indecent. Inside, he considered waiting until she dressed and left, but he was already standing in front of her, his own clothes covering his lower body, gripped in both hands nervously.
"Maybe we should just..." he wanted to say 'go' next, but it sounded too...inappropriate, too 'I don't care about you,' too...'don't call be ever again' and he didn't want that at all. His mind was still in too much disarray for complete thoughts. Turning his back to her, he began dressing himself, the blush in his cheeks strong enough to make him look sunburned.
"Would you like a snack and maybe some water? It might help us clear our thoughts."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:35 pm
She smiled softly as he took his clothes, but faltered slightly as he attempted to speak yet nothing came. Chrissy had never been in this situation, and she assumed he had but not so...personal. Neither of them knew exactly how to handle what had happened, and Kenta made that realization as she had earlier. She scratched the back of her neck, turning away as he had to change. A nonaudible sigh escaped her lips as she began to clothe herself as well.
The outfit was still the one from the club, and it wasn't appropriate for everyday wear. Chrissy felt rather uncomfortable being in such a skimpy outfit and even more so knowing she had worn this to hang out with Kenta. She was sure that at the clubit had meant nothing, but now everything had changed. Had she worn everything to seduce Kenta? Chrissy whimpered gnawing on her juicy bottom lip. God what were they gonna do?
Kenta's suggestion made her stomach squirm. She was always nauseous from hangovers but eating was the best thing for her body. This she knew. Without really thinking, she twisted her body around to face him and burned a bright red. He was still dressing. "O-Oh..uhm..." Chrissy stood stock still staring at him. He was still wet...and...oh dear God! The diclonius couldn't move if she had wanted to which made the situation even more embarassing! Her physical attraction was consuming her right mind but she eventually averted her gaze to the floor. Her cheeks were flaming. "I-I would like that, Kenta...erm...yes..." Chrissy stammered casting a mortified, innocent glance up at him before dropping her eyes again. How embarassing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:50 pm
Sasha Gabriel Adjusting his glasses which hung loosely on the bridge of his nose the fox sage smirked.
"Nice to see I must be going blind in my old age..."
Raising the sword he mumbled a phrase it vanishing in a burst of flame.
Overhearing the discussion on rafters he tilted his head. What was everyones fascination with the building supports. In any given place there could be an entire hoard of brooding self proclaimed bad asses acting as a voyeurs. There was some truth to what could be seen, It was one of the better ways to look down a young ladies blouse.
Smirking at his lecherous musings he once more returned his attention to those present.
"So anything of interest going on, or have I come at another dry spot?" Tama turned slightly, gashing at the man before shaking his head and shrugging his thick shoulders.
“Nope pretty much empty, its Club Orion what did you expect a Techno Rave?”
He laughed a little at the idea, Deity would throw a fit if he found at Tama held a Rave in his bar. The brutish Tama turned back to Yo-Ko and the bar, pondering what drink to make as he adjusted his MMA shorts. Being 6,4 and 250lbs or so was always a pain in the a** when you wore shorts made for martial arts. Guys Tama size were born to wear boots, battle fatigues, and look bad a**, not pretty.
Then again his deformed skin from the thousands of scars on his body did not make him look pretty so in the end who gave a damn.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:51 pm
"Great," he said happily, though he was sure she still felt awkward. Since she had accepted, he hoped he could express himself a bit better before they departed. Not knowing that she had cast a glance at him, he continued to dress without further embarrassment. Once his clothes were on, he turned to see her with her eyes cast downward. His eyes went soft as he smiled shyly and gently.
Extending his left hand, he took hold of her right and began to lead her out of the hot springs. With a gentle squeeze, he hoped she would understand what such a simple gesture meant, but he kept his eyes off of her until she was sure she was at least comfortable with this. "I think we may have a bit of company, but I don't think they'll bother us."
Confidently he continued down the corridor, making a right into the club where a few seemed to be conversing. To those he made eye contact with, he gave a cordial nod as he continued on his way with Miss Chrissy to the bar and beyond where he knew his aunt usually hoarded up on snacks of all varieties to satiate her Saiya-jin appetite.
"You can have whatever you want. Most of the stuff will be in the fridge and upper cabinets...but you already know that I suppose." This was her time after all and she would know Orion much better than he...or about as well if nothing else. No need to explain everything. He turned to eye her and gauge her mental stability. His own head was still throbbing, but that would change when his stomach stopped growling.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:10 pm
Already red in the face, it didn't help that he grabbed her hand. She had to admit it did make her feel better. With Kenta she was comfortable with herself, and nothing seemed really wrong anymore. Chrissy smiled, using her free hand to grab his arm and squeeze it in the same mannor he squeezed her hand. She was stuck to him as they walked through the halls and into the Orion. Her face was hidden behind the arm she clung to, and Chrissy didn't reappear until they were safe inside the kitchen. The diclonius wasn't one to show off affection for others because she normally never noticed. But there were people, and it made her uncomfortable. At least Kenta was there to make it all better.
Ah the kitchen. How familiar it was to her. Chrissy remembered hiding in the corner sometimes to isolate herself when she was younger. Not many people even knew she was there or noticed her for that matter. It was during the time were the diclonius could abrely control her emotions, and she was simply dangerous. She was afraid of herself. The memories were not exactly good ones so she pulled her mind to the present. "Oh yes...well, alright then!" Her voice brightened and she looked up at him with a cheerful, sweet disposition. A few vectors swept across the cabinets and pulled out a few ingredients while a couple went into the fridge to grab some other items. They were all placed on a clean counter, and that was when Chrissy actually moved.
Though her brain was scrambled from the alcohol, Chrissy was a lot better off than Kenta. A pleasant tune buzzed against her lips as she chopped and diced and created two small dishes. It wasn't completed, but the diclonius took a moment to realize that kenta was still standing. "Oh Kenta please sit. I'll have your food ready in a few minutes," she chimed flippantly, taking the two dishes over to the stove. A vector pulled open a refrigerator and removed a few pieces of chicken, placing them on a skillet that another vector had pulled. It sizzled in the heated pan, and after a few dashes of seasons and spices, the smell floated throughout the kitchen. Chrissy smiled, flipping the meat in the skillet until it cooked completely.
Once finished, she laid the chicken out of a cutting board and sliced them into chunks with a vector. The meat was sliced perfectly and placed into the bowls. The smell was divine. After only what seemed like a few minutes, Christiania had created two bowls of white rice with chunks of chicken within. The rice was tinted a light brown, but it was only from her secret seasonings. She smiled, sliding a bowl over to him. "I hope you like it...it's my specialty."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:27 pm
He stood by slightly bewildered at the grace of her vectors. Telekinesis he could understand and very well, but there was something about imagining six invisible hands that always impressed him. Maybe it was because of the way Miss Chrissy seemed to act natural whenever they went into motion, as though she didn't have to try at all.
"Uh..I don't mind standing," he answered, though he gave her a bit of space to do whatever it was she was doing. He had intended to make his own food, but he wouldn't reject something made with her two hands. Usually she would make good food so he had high expectations.
The aroma that pervaded the air began to make his mouth water as his stomach lurched impatiently. He ignored it personally, but he couldn'twhe help but be aware of how loud it really was. Maybe she wouldn't hear it over the sizzling of meat on the stove. Still, for all that he was hungry and restless he waited patiently until she presented before him a rice bowl.
"Oh my...Miss Chrissy! Rice bowls! I love rice bowls." Happily he accepted his share of the food for all it was worth. The seaweed strips, the slices of ginger, and the right amount of perfectly seasoned chicken made him swallow hard as he tried to keep from drooling. "You know, when I grow up, you're gonna make these for me all the time. It's my favorite food and not even Mother will make them as good as you." He grinned broadly at her the whole time, anxious to dig in. Sharing a meal with her right now suddenly became a much better idea.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:39 pm
Smirking at the idea the mage's mind wandered. It was kind of ironic though. The club was a club in name alone. It seemed more like a hostel than any club he had ever ventured to.
"You make an excellent point..."
It occurred to him he had no recollection of speaking to his man or perhaps much of any of the residents of the club.
"I suppose this place is mainly a common ground for fighters. It seems its the most common thread anyone has in this place. It would be downright terrifying to see this rough and tumble crowd busting a move. "
The thought made his mind drift to thoughts of his daughter. She used to frequent clubs. That was something acceptable for teenagers. Though it would seem he was once again living in the past. She hadn't be a teenager for years now. Of course never had he. At least he still looked it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:39 pm
"Oh...oh really?" She was startled with the amount of vigor Kenta had when ti came to his rice bowl. Still, the idea of making these regularily for someone seemed unlikely. Chrissy was very secretive about her cooking and people knowing about it in the future just felt...weird. She scrtached the back of her head modestly as he spoke of how wonderful her rice bowls were. "It's really nothing, Kenta...I'm sure your mother could make them as well as I can." Chrissy blushed faintly, nibbling on the bowl modestly. Was it really that delicious? She had eaten them so often that she never noticed anything; however, Chrissy recalled squealing when she first tasted her concauction.
"I'm glad you like it." Though it was difficult for her queasy stomach to hold the food, she immeadiately began to feel better. The seasons of the chicken made her tongue tingle in delight. Damn, she was a good cook. "Oh I forgot water," two vectors swept into a cabinet and grabbed two glasses while another grabbed a pitcher of water that was perched beside a sink. All three items lazily floated over to the two and both glasses were filled nearly to the brim with water. Everythign was set down, and Chrissy smiled. "I'm parched." The diclonius downed the liquid in one, long gulp refilling it with her own hand. Alcohol dehydrated people so easily. Ugh. Chrissy had two more glasses of water before she took a deep breath and continued munching on her food. A light red hue caressed her pale cheek. She must've looked like a pig drinking so fast.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:53 pm
Sasha Gabriel Smirking at the idea the mage's mind wandered. It was kind of ironic though. The club was a club in name alone. It seemed more like a hostel than any club he had ever ventured to.
"You make an excellent point..."
It occurred to him he had no recollection of speaking to his man or perhaps much of any of the residents of the club.
"I suppose this place is mainly a common ground for fighters. It seems its the most common thread anyone has in this place. It would be downright terrifying to see this rough and tumble crowd busting a move. "
The thought made his mind drift to thoughts of his daughter. She used to frequent clubs. That was something acceptable for teenagers. Though it would seem he was once again living in the past. She hadn't be a teenager for years now. Of course never had he. At least he still looked it.
He smiled as he nodded at the statement, it would be interesting.
“I can promise you a mosh pit would be hell a’ fun though.
He thought of Deity getting his groove on and the mere thought made him cringe, very few things scared Tama.
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