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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:13 pm
I suppose I should prepare a post as well. Seems as though all of these characters entered for the express purpose of taking a nap.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:31 pm
Samayou Tamashii {{*Beats Deity's computer with a piece of heavy mining equipment.*}}
::waits impatiently for his turn to post::>>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 9:00 pm
"By all means, Jade-san. Let me know if something catches your eye."
:: Kaen gestured to Jade with an encouraging nod regarding the sketchbook; with a practiced ease she balanced her double-plated dinner and handed the papery article back to the older woman. Meanwhile, she continued her conversation with the young man, Kenta. His Japanese wasn't bad for someone who found little opportunity to practice. Truth be told, she was somewhat insecure about her proficiency as well; it had been so long since she had spoken Japanese at length, and she was afraid that, maybe, the words had abandoned her. ::
"Sou ka, Nihon ni ittenai ne. Zannen da, hontou ni utsukushii yo. Atashi no katei no yama to... Kozakana to kappa to youkai to kawa na no... mitai yo. Demo, atashi no taisetsu na ani o sagashi ni ikeru n dakara Nihon o satta. Shikata nai da."
::She said this last with a smile, hoping to convey her compliance with leaving Japan. Yes, she missed it, terribly so. But she had felt, within the sentience itself, that her brother would never have returned for her. She felt it, knew it in her heart. She missed Japan, but she would leave it-- no, had left it, for him. To find him. ::
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 8:07 am
{{Deity all problems can be solved using Violence, Heavy mining Equipment and a little imagination.^^
Do we have a posting order or what is going on?}}
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:50 am
Soneko` His toys just seemed to be vanishing one by one the boy had just gotten up to leave. What was going on here? This one had been there one minute and the next had vanished. Had he time fluxed without realizing it? That didn’t make sense, he was always in complete control. It was dire to be in control at all times or else you lose. Losing is not an option.
Something stopped his thoughts. Something in the area felt familiar. really familiar. As if it were a part of himself he was missing. He heard heavy metallic steps heading his way. The left side of his mouth curved into an amused smirk as he realized what it was. Who it was. His old toy. He sat back in his chair and waited for the boy to approach him. And then there was an intense heat spreading across his throat. A concentrated beam used as a sword. What a fine instrument, however he wanted to get rid of whatever damage it could do. In was definitely in capable hands, so the solution was to get it out of those hands. The events from those thousands of years ago were so easy to recall. He had used the boy to return his power after an encounter with a surviving Sanctuar, however his power wasn’t fully restored, as the boy had used his power to make him throw him into an alternate time period and destroy the entrance while he held the last fragments containing his power. As luck would have it for the rodent, that time period happened to be technologically advanced and had grasped the capability of time travel. Far be it from him on how it happened, but the toy was here now. No matter, he was still harmless. Or…No. He had intended it to be that way, but the boy had some how harnessed the power—HIS power—and turned it into something much more potent than what he had originally endowed the boy with. He knew what had to happen. He had to be eliminated. The toy was now posing a threat. This power, to alter the mind to do what he wanted…It was a power that he didn’t have. One that he had tried to obtain, but this…This human had beaten him to it!? It would be destroyed. A flare went off in his mind as the puppet claimed victory and said his games were at and end. Over his dead body.
Time froze.
Outside, four miles in the sky, a droplet of water formed itself in the middle of the air, as if the hydrogen and oxygen molecules were combining rapidly right there on the spot. Had time been passing by, it would have taken a minute or two for that droplet to turn into a sphere of water the size of a football field. A minute or two more until it was finally at a mile in circumference, floating in the sky.
He watched as a woman looked as if she were about to approach Nathan. Interesting. Just how would this play out? Time began to flow again, and after commenting on Deity’s dislike of fighting anywhere other than the arena, seemed to have shut down anything electronic on the boy. He was useless. A wide grin spread across his face as his looked at the woman. He might have thanked her, but she was going against his wishes. She didn’t want death. He craved it. But he also craved a game, but Nathan was no longer a game. His look might as well have told her she was an idiot for leaving him defenseless, but he was pleased by it. He looked back to Nathan and shot out of his chair, his right hand grabbing at the boy’s shelled neck. The metal was weak. He squeezed the metal to clamp around his neck, leaving him in a long-lasting choke hold for now. He yanked the boy down, but as he looked into his face for the first time, he realized this wasn’t the boy he remembered. He had grown up. Even more of a threat. No matter, it was all over for the puppet now.
His natural tan slowly began to fade into an almost sickly pale and his eyes shifted to a dark amber. His hair almost seemed to become knotted together on it’s own, thick clumps up hair hung sharply down his face and shoulders. Razor sharp teeth smiled wickedly, drooling. His fingers became elongated and talon-like. He threw his head back, a screeching laugh erupting from his throat for a moment, and Lucid looked back to Nathan. Unafraid of the man’s power, he stared straight into his eyes, jaw agape, wide grin, drool leaking down his chin.
“Try and stop me!”
Lifting the man off of his feet by his throat, he quickly slammed him back into the ground on his back. Not wanting any interruptions, he would grab his prey’s ankle and yank him out of the Club, throwing him out into the cold. However, he wasn’t sure if under that suit he could feel the cold. He knew just how to take care of that. Having thrown him to the ground, he wouldn’t give a second of recuperation time before screeching, “Get up!”.
Before he would even be on his feet, Lucid was in front of him, yanking him to his feet. A left claw to the right side of the stomach and the metal would shred off with ease. Then a right to the left shoulder. He lifted his left fist back and swung it downwards as if to hit the face, and intentionally missed, squatting and pushing his abdominal down into a swipe at his right leg. This wasn’t intended to scrap away the metal, it was to damage it’s motor functions. If Nathan wasn’t quick enough, his talon-like fingers would tear through the metal that covered his frame and into his right upper thigh.
From there, he retracted his hand and pivoted his body behind him with his hips. His hands flat on the ground, he pushed his legs off of the ground, snapping back into position. His left leg came down to catch himself while his right shot out towards Nathan’s face. Retracting his leg, he came to a crouching position. He extended his legs, jumping backwards and over his opponent, tucked into a backflip. He untucked himself in time to latch onto the man’s face while his feet would plant firmly into the center of his back. Arching his own back, Lucid pulled the man’s head backwards, and tossed him over his body with his legs, performing one last backflip in order to land safely on the ground, but he was far from done. In an instant, Lucid was just a few feet away from Nathan’s airborne path. He cocked his leg back and snapped it forward with enough force to send the man a good five miles upwards. Assuming it would land, as a mere human didn’t have many ways of defending themselves from an attack such as that, he was again in front of where his flight path would be. He hooked his right arm back and swung for Nathan’s head, shooting him downwards towards the giant sphere of water, which was where the real torment would begin. Nathan was suddenly aware of a woman’s voice behind him, but he wouldn’t pry his gaze from the devil in front of him. She was a distraction, regardless of whether or not she intended to interfere. He needed to maintain control over the situation of the man in front of hi—His insides froze. His saber wasn’t working. He looked at his right forearm. The screen was blank! She had disabled his equipment! He took a step back, as he was now just a human in a suit of armor. But what he saw next only made matters worse. The man seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. Or was this…The real him?
The beast laughed wickedly and he was suddenly in the demon’s grasp. His armor stood no chance against its strength and he managed one final deep breath before he felt the armor collapse against his throat. He felt himself being lifted off of the ground only to be thrown down onto his back. Had the armor not been strangling him, it would have knocked the air out of him. Instead, the air simply had no place to go, which he was thankful for, but it left his chest with an intense pain. Before he realized it, he was being dragged out of the structure and thrown out into the Northern Canadian forest. He saw a huge floating orb of water in the sky. The man was screeching at him to get up. He heard his saber activate somewhere to the side of him. His suit was working! He tried to get to his feet, but the demon was already doing it for him. He felt a piece of his armor tear away. It was gone, he couldn’t do anything about it, but he could stop the other attacks. His left foot pushed his left side backwards, and he was now standing partially sideways towards his opponent, and having escaped his second attack. As the demon raised its left fist and brought it down to hit his face. He knelt down slightly and lifted his right forearm to cover a downwards blow coming towards his head. However, the demon had missed. He felt claws dig into his right thigh and his face cringed more than it already was from being strangled. He wanted to scream, but no air would escape. It gave him longer to breath. Who knew how long he would need to go without oxygen. With that ball of water up there, things weren’t looking good.
He held his right leg, still standing, however, shaky. His sworn enemy fell to the ground and his foot was suddenly coming at his face. He couldn’t lift his hands from his bleeding thigh in time and he was sent flying backwards. The armor that covered his face shot back out and attached together and he was as best protected as he could be. An enormous amount of pain shot through his back as he was suddenly sent flying up, past the giant ball of water. The metal that covered his head was suddenly dented and smashed into his head. Luckily the undersuit he wore was built to take more than the outside, and happened to cover a good majority of his head as well. He was headed for the sphere. He braced himself for impact. He smashed into the water and he became aware of the freezing liquid pouring into his suit from the hole in the abdomen of his armor. He wouldn’t float. He pressed a few buttons on his touchpad on his right forearm and the armor covering his hand shifted to a small canon and Nathan was armed against the monster once again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 1:54 pm
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The two ornate metallic doors to the office hummed with mechanic life as they gave way to the Emperor, who stepped in with a casual haste in his step. In the corridor he was leaving one could see only a man who looked to be a butler, dusting off the sill of a shiny archway. Wesley wore his typical red trenchcoat along with purple pinstripes and shined shoes underneath. He stepped into the polished room, where at the center his secretary could be seen at her semicircular desk. "Ilynaglorii Laq" was the name on the bronze plaque at the front, the rest of the desk peppered with a lamp, a small cup of pens, a card dispenser, a clipboard and a thinly-designed scanning machine.
The woman at the desk at first glance could hardly be called a woman. She looked no older than twelve, with bright green eyes and a soft yet darkened complexion. Her hair was the color magenta, tied into a distinct style with two pigtails draped aross the sides of her crown before falling down over the back of her neck. She had on a thin white blouse with a green pinstripe vest over it, the lacey cuffs fitting to her wrists. The shirt's top few buttons were left undone, keeping a simple black choker in plain view. The lower hem of her blouse could be seen passing over the pants that hugged her curved hips and matched her vest, though everything else was tucked away under her desk. The girl wore small reading glasses that rested halfway along the bridge of her little nose. Along the left side, a curled wire lead from the frame to a small device that was fitted into her ear.
She glanced up over her glasses as the Orinian lord passed through to the elevator. He had one of his looks. The "here comes an order" look. She didn't really mind. She could be taking orders from a far more foul person. The Emperor could be sweet. When he wanted to be. She scooped her clipboard from the desk top and spun her pencil in her left hand just as Taliman began to speak.
"I'm going to step out for a little while for some fresh air and a drink, Miss Laq."
"Yes, sir," the child said. "Oh, by the way, I sent the maintenance forms you gave me to the crew on the thirty-eighth; they'll be sending a rep up lunchtime tomorrow. Shall I handle it, sir?"
"Yes please. Inform General Saewin that I'm out, and give me a status report on the applicants today."
Ilynaglorii's pen scribbled away a few notes as Wesley pressed his thumb into the panel on the wall to call the elevator. There wasn't any paper on the little girl's clipboard, nor was there ink in the pen. It seemed to be computerized, the board being little more than a thin touch-activated screen. The secretary responded each time without having to look up as she wrote,"Of course, sir."
"Check on my daughter within the next twenty minutes," the Emperor said as he waited,"Cado's with her, but I want her home early tonight."
"I'll do that, sir."
There was a moment of quiet as the elevator opened.
"..and Glory?"
The little girl peeked up from her board, alert emerald eyes peeking expectantly over the frames of her glasses.
"Yes, sir?"
Taliman paused as he stepped into the elevator chamber. He turned and smiled at her as though about to laugh, leaning to one side to push the button for the floor he desired.
"I like that blouse on you."
Glory smiled, her cheeks red as she rose her delicate fingers to stifle a laugh. The free digits on the same hand fell and tugged lightly at her collar.
"Thank you Tali," she giggled.
Wesley flashed a smirk as the elevator door slid shut, his hands rising to tug a stray wrinkle from his red coat. She was cute when she was embarrassed. She had work to do though, so she couldn't occupy him in his current state of boredom. He'd already left Glory with a stack of things to complete due to giving her two days off. Time to give her a rest and get some rest for himself as well.
After the elevator came to a halt Wesley stepped into one of his rooms. His closet. It was big enough to be a designer store all by itself, though the Emperor only needed one thing. Just as he entered he twisted to his right and flipped his fedora from the top of the hat rack. Folding his ears down, he placed it on his head and was on his way. Ships were available for transport, but they took a few minutes too long. Simply "popping" there as Glory called it was much easier.
The little tyrant appeared in the snow just outside his brother's tower. There was a fresh layer of ice over everything in sight, like it had just rained. Earth weather. Weird. As he looked about, he noticed two Earth creatures fighting to the death it seemed. They were a safe distance away and didn't seem to be a threat anyway, so Wesley opted to ignore them and make his way inside.
Snow broomed itself out of the way as he moved to the entrance, which obediantly opened up for him as well. Taliman stepped into the big room, surprised to see anyone there at all. One could almost call this a crowd, given the usual silence of the place. His one-eyed gaze scanned across the room once quickly. He didn't know any of these people, save for the monkey woman. His eyelid fluttering lazily, the short-statured demon turned and started on his way down the length of the bar.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 5:26 pm
Kenta listened with the patience and respect that was taught him in his youth, though it dawned on him quickly that his listening skills were none too far along either. Were it not for his short term memory, he'd have struggled a bit to keep up with Kaen. Gathering the essential information, he prepared a response, while still processing the rest, but before he could ask her anything else about her brother, the one person he least expected to decided to make an appearance.
Being his father's son, Kenta did not exactly fear Tali. In their limited interactions, his father always seemed indifferent about the demon's destructive potential. To him it was either irrelevant or at least not directly threatening. Yet at the same time, he knew how his aunt felt about the demon, and though she wasn't afraid either, she usually became very defensive, or to the least bit very cautious. From that, despite his own wariness, Kenta had always respected the man, but never thought there was any reason to fear him.
Nevertheless, Taliman was a man that defied his size when he walked into a building, usually finding a way to fill all the empty space with little effort. For his own part, Kenta saw no reason to acknowledge or ignore his somewhat uncle, so turned back to Kaen, though he had grown a touch more sober all of a sudden, as though hyper aware of his environment. Even so, he failed miserably to respond to Miss Pith, his tail no longer wagging at all.
"Onii san o sagashiteiru...ka." It was more a question to himself than to her, for he had clearly understood her the first time, but he seemed to be thinking over how to discuss the matter. Any number of questions came to mind, but he thought it best to leave them all be. Something just seemed off about the entire subject.
"Ja, Kaen san no onii san o mitsukeruto, nani o suru tsumori desuka?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 5:53 pm
"Forget them."
Red had come upon Epithany easily enough, being neither stealthy nor conspicuous. She appeared before her senior, offering but a curt nod in greeting. In reference to the boys who had clearly come looking for a fight, one being the rather rude, unthinking beast she had tolerated just earlier, she knew very little of their quarrel and had no invested interest in its outcome. Her nature inclined her to be here, but nothing compelled her to get involved.
Whether or not her mentor had come up behind her was unknown to her as she had inadvertently begun disregarding much of the mysterious happenings in the place. It was easier than registering the many different energies that began to flow throughout the place. As it was, rather than feeling a overwhelming chaotic attempt to balance out, the mana flowed around the club rather idly. There were a dozen people easily, but only half that number seemed to be active, and two had just left.
Not much later did the doors open again to bring in someone else yet. He was a short man, but a kitsune nonetheless. She noticed his red hair, which seemed to be a far more common color than she imagined, and gauged his strength. If anyone could be any less social than she was, it was likely to be this man, but she eyed him nonetheless feeling neither fear nor respect. Just another man.
"Who is he?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:16 pm
((Five active posts in less than 24 hours? That must be a new recent record. > >))
Jade smiled at the girl, accepting the sketch book and allowing her to continue conversing with Kenta and to eat her food. She moved over closer to the bar, putting down her hot cocoa on the left of Kaen and seating herself on a stool so that she could look the drawing over more comfortable, without risk of spilling chocolate on them.
"It's the way things seem to go around here. You've seen it many times yourself, Pith." Jade smiled at the mage, before lowering her head and opening the book.
The young woman started flipping through the pages, her green eyes darting around the sketches on the paper. Many, if not most, were rather abstract, but just looking at them revealed a lot of emotion that had been behind their creation. Some were more recognizable than others in form, and one in particular caught her eye. Jade took a sip of cocoa, before looking at it closer.
It was primarily red, though there were hints of other colors blended in at points. While rough, it was rather distinguishable as a humanoid, a person of some sort, and of great significance it seemed to the young Kaen. There had been a lot more focus put into this drawing than in some of the others, bringing out details that might have been over looked previously. Jade felt she might know who this was, this person of red. There were many here who could fall into that category, but logically it didn't make any sense. How would Kaen have been able to draw some of of the Clubs visitors, if she hadn't come down from her room much since that first night, if at all?
Taking another sip of cocoa, which had cooled down enough to drink easier, Jade paused a moment. She took in a slow breath and spoke, more to herself than anyone, but it still could attract attention. "You know....I think I know...." She paused, her eyes lifting away from the drawing as they were drawn upwards by the door opening. Who should walk in but one person she least liked of all, besides her brother. But her mind wasn't focused on that at the moment, her normal instinct of caution replaced by a look of realization and astonishment.
"....him."
It couldn't be. Her eyes looked at Taliman rather intensely for a moment, before dropping back down to the sketch she had been pouring over, and repeating the process. The more she looked back and forth, the less abstract the figure in the drawing became. There was no denying it. The drawing was of Taliman, even down to his single eye and eyepatch hidden under his hair.
"I.....don't believe it..." How was it possible? Taliman hadn't been to the Club in months, at least not since Kaen had arrived. So how could she have possibly drawn him so accurately, without having ever seen him?
((And mine makes six. o 0; ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 11:54 pm
:: Kaen continued her assault on dinner, looking not unlike a wood chipper the way she was going through it; aside from being hungry, she was trying to get through it as quickly as possible. She felt it rude to eat in the middle of conversation, especially when the other person wasn't eating, and she had strayed on Kenta's courtesy too long.
His question to her concerning her plans for her brother gave her pause. How to word it, she wondered. She had been careful not to make mention of who her Niichan was, or the reason for her coming here. But during her as-of-yet short stay here, she had gathered the simple fact that these people respected her brother deeply; some even cared for him, loved him. He was an important man, to others aside from herself. Once she'd established that, she'd wanted even less to alarm anyone with her message of impending doom.
Kaen struggled to let that notion go. The message was a terrible one, and it would alarm people; she would just have to accept that. And if she had learned anything from experience, it was that by the time the sentience warned her of a tragedy, events were already well on the path to it. She wouldn't have dreamt of this if it weren't going to happen. The only power she had left to her would be to warn her brother and hope that he could sway events to his favor. ::
"Aa, Niichan wo keikoku suru. Taihen na... kiken ga... kuru."
:: She couldn't help the weird little pauses in her speech, because her attention was drawn away abruptly by the newcomer in their midst. She'd had her back to the door, hadn't noticed him arrive. Only now, as he came towards her seat on the end of the bar, did she see him. The stark vivacity of his attire, specifically the rich red tones, stood out in the Club, and now it seemed that he was all she could see. ::
"Ma... Masaka! It's..."
:: It was unmistakably him. She had seen that single eye, gleaming with malice from beneath his shock of red hair, stare out at her from her nightmares. And now he stood before her, like a phantasm from the world of dreams to haunt her.
It was her brother's murderer.
Not yet, she reminded herself, and this thought was enough to stir the fire in her heart. Kaen felt the words come out of her mouth before she'd even realized she'd spoken. ::
"I know you..."
:: Straining the bounds of her self-control, Kaen set aside her plates. The only sign of how close to breaking she truly was were her tiny hands clenching into fists, her immature claws threatening to break skin. ::
"I won't let you do it, I won't!"
:: Her brother's dead, hollow gaze stared at her from the back of her mind and Kaen launched herself at the man in red, claws out and ready to bury themselves in flesh. ::
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 12:38 am
Taliman was making his way around the bar when he picked up a strong sense of unease nearby. To most, this would be cause to turn and see what the problem was. More importantly to see if the problem was with oneself. For Taliman it was natural. Either a servant, subordinate, or random passerby, legions had fear of him and for good reason. Even in this tower, inhabited primarily by superhuman beings of daunting strength and ability, he had nothing to be afraid of. So when some brat stuffing her face got tense as he neared, he just deemed it normal behavior.
Tali came to a stop a few steps from the patrons nearby to search for a drink. Wanting something new today, he skimmed the shelves for a bottle of whiskey. Saewin drank it all the time off duty, so it couldn't be terrible. From behind him he heard a tiny voice. It was strained, full of hate. Also not new, but this was at least worth acknowledging. Just as his eye caught a bottle of Jack Daniels, Wesley turned just enough so that he could spot the person claiming to know who he was. Just some redheaded brat with perky tapered ears. Just a stranger. He offered a typically cynical response as his fingers grasped the bottle and slid it from the shelf, his body turning more toward the girl while in contrast his gaze focusing on his would-be beverage.
"An unimpressive example of common knowledge~"
His shoulders jumped in a silent laugh as he twisted the top from the bottle of whiskey. He was either unconcerned or simply didn't notice the seething tides of hatred that were washing over him. These days, the list of people wanting him dead for any random notion was noticably growing.
"Next, you'll tell me that I look thirsty."
He blinked lazily with an indifferent grin lingering on his expression, pulling a glass from beneath the bar to set it down before him. It was as he was tipping the bottle that something caught his attention. Pure, unadulterated malice. His sapphire eye tightened as it aimed itself upon the girl again, who seemed poised for attack. He knew it was coming, perhaps even before she did.
With a single motion as smooth as silk Taliman replaced the whiskey upon the bartop and raised that same hand, his right. Just as his bare palm rose, the little girl lunged at him like an angry tiger. The little Emperor could've sword he saw teeth. Tiger or not her progress was a sad joke at best, as her face was acquainted with his hand rather abruptly. His fingers clasped around her tiny face, bringing her to a stop; while his elbow was bent to absorb the impact, his body hardly shuddered.
With her little claws halting just short of his face, Wesley reeled his head back. Offended by her outburst and confused by it's cause, he lost any preconceived excuses to uphold his manners and responded to the girl by abruptly shoving her head sideways into the counter to her right. At most it'd leave a bruise, but it distanced the two of them which was after all the intention. Get the crazy brat away, and keep her there. Sighing sharply, Tali pulled the bottle of Jack from the counter with his newly freed hand and glanced at the monkey woman with perplexed disbelief.
"Why is it that everyone on this planet finds need to attack me without warning? They're putting forth a bad example for our children."
He gestured with an overdrawn upward wave of his arm at the prostrate child atop the bar as he spoke.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:26 am
Of course there was going to be trouble. How could there not be? Ba-chan and his uncle in the same room never led to anything positive. Kenta was astonished to discover that she hadn't immediately began interrogating his uncle, but then there was something less than natural about the encounter. He'd have asked her about it, for he saw more surprise and disbelief in her eyes than hatred.
Least to be expected was Kaen san's reaction. Already she seemed troubled about something relating to her brother, someone she believed lived here, and his uncle only made her worries escalate. Kenta simply remained silent, stuck somewhere between confusion, uncertainty, and a little comprehension. It wasn't entirely out of place to hate his uncle, but surely Kaen san wouldn't...
..or maybe she would.
He'd have stopped her if he could, had he thought enough about the situation to stand between the girl with rage in her eyes and the his uncle who just didn't seem to care. He'd have towered over them both momentarily, enough to stop Kaen san from doing something entirely reckless. Instead he had stood there, seemingly outside of himself, and by the time he came to his senses, his uncle had already retaliated.
"Kaen san!" The urgency in his voice was laced with a calm, which he desired rather than felt. He moved quickly to put himself between them, in case Kaen san was able to bounce back and launch another attack - which he doubted - his cocoa being entirely forgotten until he tried to examine her head. It would have been nice, but now was no longer the time; he set it aside as his attentions turned back to his self appointed charge.
"Kaen san, kikoeru? Daijobu ka?" Concern and curiosity written on his face, he didn't touch her right away, waiting to see if she could move herself. Of a surety he'd make sure she moved away from Taliman - or try anyway - but he wouldn't impose himself on her unnecessarily. "Tachiagarareru?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:06 am
The Orion had become a veritable revolving door of individuals. Much more than he had ever seen (or felt in many cases) than ever before. Truthfully the amount of times he found himself in these doors was too few to make such comments, it still felt as such. The grass head's surveillance orbs filled in the gaps.
Even if there weren't many magic users to even notice the ethereal constructs set in various regions of the club, she still should have done better to hide their presence. Had this been a fortress, boundless amounts of information concerning its residents and usual occupants would have been leaked.
Stroking the stubbly growth on his chin as he entered the main room he made a mental note of the number of Kitsune present and smirked. They generally were all so much younger than he. Such thoughts brought to mind as to whether any of such were sires of his. He had been considerably more promiscuous in his younger days and the possibility was always present.
Shaking his head the appearance of another being carrying the fox characteristics caught his eye. This man did not carry the normal scent of your average spirit fox. Making no comment of the flamboyant fellow he crossed the bar to where Red had gone off to.
"Ah greetings Grass head. I'm surprised to actually catch you here. Seems I must always find you at that guild of yours."
Behind him one of the many Kitsune kits in the club had taken it upon herself to launch herself at the other elder.
"Busy times aren't they?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 12:17 pm
Nodding to her junior the green haired woman shrugged.
"I have to remember that I'm not needed for crowd control everywhere."
Replacing her hat she smiled at one of the few people she genuinely deemed more than a acquaintance.
"How are you? I haven't seen much of anyone since that occasion in the swamp..."
Before she could await an answer Reds attention seemed to be drawn the Orion's entrance.
"Are those idiots back aga...."
Blinking at ruby kitsune's question she wrinkled her nose not quite sure how to answer it. She knew little about the man other than his name, and his relation to the club and a few of the members that resided within its walls.
"Oh that is Taliman. He's the elder brother to the owner of the Orion. "
To have garnered Red's attention without having even spoken to her was feat that the mage herself couldn't achieve easily. The short little was a strange man that seemed to have innate charisma despite his ruthless nature.
It always annoyed her how attractive she found him every time she saw his short muscular frame. He had little regard for anyone save for Satomi and their daughter.
At that moment her thoughts were broken by a familiar drawl.
Grass head...
"Oh hello Sasha...what brings you to the Orion. Did you come to torment Red with more riddles or are you actually going to teach her something of use."
He caught her off guard how sharp her tongue was, but he knew she hated being called grass head.
Once again her thoughts were broken by events. The young fox girl had inadvertently flung herself ravenously at Tali, much to Kenta's chagrin.
"That man attracts more aggression than anyone I have ever seen."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:49 pm
It was probably fortunate for Epithany that Taliman, or so she called him, had entered the club when he did. The swamp incident she referred to was no memory Red was fond of, for reasons that had nothing to do with defeat.
"I met the owner once. He moved my bike."
Although she was not sore with the tall man that evening, he had taken it upon himself to move her bike. Her right ear twitched in mild irritation at the thought. Having what she wanted in the way of the short man's identity, her interest in him vanished like a snuffed flame.
She might have apologized for ignoring Epithany so quickly, but it happened that their mentor was upon them, delighted to actually see the elder student away from the guild she heard so much about. Listening, she noted how Epithany responded to Sasha, particularly the bite her words held and the venom that laced them.
"His lesson this evening was more than I expected truth be told. In his own way, I think he is try-"
The peace was finally breaking as the undeniable sound of a body crashing into something filled the air. She didn't turn around to assess the situation, but it had jerked her from her train of thought. A look of grave impatience settled in place of her unreadable gaze as her tail cracked behind her.
"Brothers you said?"
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