[In/leaving town] Azriel would pass on sharing the umbrella, stating he would need it more than she would as she was used to the temperature here anyway. He would only give her a friendly smile at that; not feeling like trying to persuade her. This would allow him to hopefully fight back the sun at least, and give him a better chance of making it to their destination and back again. She would then get her bags, and the duo would depart. Rin was feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement at the prospect of continuing to go to beacon; freedom but a whole new world that he knew little of. 'Hopefully it will be cooler there,' he thought hopefully. He hadn't even noticed she had been looking back at him while he was thinking on what to say; only realizing it when he went to ask. He kept a straight face for the most part as he would ask. Her answer was knowledge; claiming she was a bookworm and she was most eager for the books. Rin got a bit confused there; 'She's going to a combat school for knowledge? Huh,' he thought silently. It was similar to him in that he wasn't coming for combat per say. Officially, yes as he knew little on actual fighting. Unofficially, and more truthfully, it was just his only ticket to freedom. The other part that confused him was she hadn't struck him at all as the bookworm type; what type she was he didn't know exactly, but he wasn't thinking that when he met her. But with her excited look and mentioning she took many books, that pretty much verified that as truth. "I guess that's one benefit to going here. What makes learning so interesting for you?" he would ask curiously. He didn't exactly have a lust for knowledge; he was curious, but not to any significant level. He couldn't quite understand it himself for why others liked learning. And seeing as she didn't ask for his reasoning, he figured he would stay quiet on it for now unless she did ask. He did notice the cross poking out as she adjusted her bags, but he didn't ask about it for the moment.
[At Beacon] After a long trek through the outskirts, surprisingly long to Rin as he did not realize how far it was from town to school, the duo would arrive at Beacon. Rin was a bit hot from it, but nowhere near as bad as earlier thankfully; going through a dangerous area like the outskirts had made him have his aura up. Unknowingly to him helping him with the heat of the day. He was a little winded though, as they had to set a fast pace to make it to Beacon if they wanted to head back before it was completely dark out. They would arrive with a few hours of daylight left; and seeing Beacon was a shock to Rin. While the city was big, it was a collection of many buildings. Here though it was just one school; yet it was tall and spanned wide. It had waterworks and everything! Rin had to marvel a bit at it; its design was very different from the buildings they had at home. He would break himself from his thoughts though, and hurry along to do what needed to be done. Namely showing that he had come and would be attending, being given a scroll, and being told he would be given a team/room in the future. Till then he would be sleeping in the common area where other yet to be teamed students would be. He would leave his stuff there as well; to retrieve it later when he came back. All except his violin case and umbrella at least; you never knew when that may come of use. With that all settled, and meeting up with Azriel again, the two would take a small ferry back to Vale itself; a trip that took about half a day on foot only taking an hour or so by ferry.
[In/entering town] The duo would arrive near sunset in Vale, getting off the complimentary ferry. He would look around briefly, and sigh a little in relief. The temperature was much cooler now with the sun slowly fading away, and a small breeze helped the fox faunus. 'Evenings are definitely the time to be out and about,' he thought to himself with a quiet smile. Seeing as he no longer had need of it, for now, he would fold his umbrella and just hold it in his off hand. Looking over to Azriel, he would speak. "Have any shops in mind? If we can, I would like something with flowers or waves. And of course much better for the heat of the day. Oh, that reminds me, are you going to get any clothes as well?" he would ask of her, looking to her with a calm excitement at the prospect of shopping. He did enjoy fine tailoring and nice clothes; one of the few things he did like from his life in the tribes was the clothes there, especially Kitsuko's, He would look down at his nails as well as he thought of a shopping day; it had been a while since he painted them, so he may need to at some point. Likely not tonight though.
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Frostlin
Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2021 8:56 am
As the two continued walking towards Beacon and right after she answered her reason for coming to Beacon Rin seemed to a little confused by her reasoning, and while she did say the truth she was hiding a few reasons of her own. She came to school mainly to know more about history more than anything else, and what made the entirety of her dad’s tribe suddenly vanish in bloodshed as he told her, she had many questions and she hoped to find it there “for me, if I don’t know something it frustrates me a little and I will immediately go and research it if I have the option to. I love knowing things and by studying you get to know more. Of course, there are things I do not like about it but… that’s why I tend to mainly learn about history than math as an example” she said with a slight smile before turning back towards their destination, it seemed like there wasn’t much else to say about it for now. The two finally got to Beacon after a long… LONG trip where she managed to spend quite a lot of water bottles, most of them were for Rin but she did get herself a good amount as well. Azriel would wave Rin goodbye before going her own way, while she should have gone to sleep like the rest she instead headed to the library and did exactly as she said she would, staying up until quite late in the morning reading some of her books she brought before sleeping as well, once it was time she met up with Rin wearing a different set of clothes and her cross hanging on her back as the two began their journey to Vale once again. Once the two got off the Ferry it indeed felt much cooler than before, she would notice how Rin folded his umbrella which made her smile a little and nod, but then he asked her a question that made her look around for a bit “hmm… while I do not have stores in mind, most stores won’t sell things that are not for this season, it will not be profitable for them if they sold coats in the usual Vale summer so do not worry about that. And no, I don’t plan on buying anything, but if I find something I like I will probably. The main reason we came is for you so lead the way into stores, there are many choices so just choose one in your free time” she said with a smirk, knowing well he does not know where anything is, but if he would look around he would notice many different clothing stores all over the place. tabOOC — ♦tabtab the non combat format is here <3 tabOUTFIT — ♦tabtab just without the big wheel of course ^^ tabPOST COUNT — ♦tabtab # 0 0 6 tabEXOSKELETON — ♦tabtab retracted tabSEMBLANCE COOLDOWN — ♦tabtab text here
Azriel would respond that she gets frustrated if she does not know something, which encourages her to go look it up and become informed about it. She did not like ignorance it seemed, and did her best to avoid it. 'She is way more inquisitive than myself, that is for certain,' Rin thought silently. She would clarify that it was not equal for all knowledge though; her obsession with knowledge was mainly in regards to history rather than math. Both subjects Rin personally found boring, math more so than history, though he also was not the studious type. He did make a note that if if he had any question in regards to history he could probably ask her on it; she would either know or would find it because she didn't know. Which could be useful as he knew little of the history of this place or if it was something he would have to learn by attending this school. 'Surely since this is a combat school history and math are not common subjects?' he wondered to himself. Seeing as there was no questions from her end, the rest of the journey went in comfortable silence.
Once in Vale city again, having had a nice long break to get settled in, Rin was feeling particularly refreshed and in good spirits as he asked about the shops. She would respond that she didn't have any particular ones in mind, but that any shops should be selling something appropriate for the weather here. So any clothing shop was a safe bet functionally at the very least. She also mentioned she would not be buying anything per say, unless something really stuck out to her. Then she would say that given he was the reason they were here, he should choose which shop to go to with a smirk. Knowing well he knew none of the shops here or the people running them. He took the challenge in stride though, seemingly unaffected by the task, as his eyes spied around. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, he would see there was a fair number of clothing shops around here. The key was to pick the right one. And given she left it up to him to pick one in his "free time" he decided she would have to bear with the process of it. Rin would lead them through many many shops as he gave a quick sampling glance through all of them. If he liked the styles of any in particular, he would note it down in his head for later on. He was creating a mental checklist for the shops to compare them to one another as he passed through them based on a few things; function, style, and price. Throughout it all though, if there was an outfit she fancied and wanted to buy, he would wait for her to get it before continuing.
While there was temptation to get attire similar to that of the ones he liked, he did need others for the situations like the day he arrived where it would just be a hindrance. That said though, he was not going to give up on his standard of style and fashion for an outfit. He may've been a bit spoiled for choice back in the tribe, but here he found it a bit limiting. Still, he had a big sample of shops so a few would have the kind he liked. The final point, price, was because he was on an allowance of sorts. Unlike how it was in the tribe, he was relying now on the amount of currency beacon gave him for this land. Which was nowhere near enough for a fully tailored and styled outfit to his liking. He would need a few outfits as well, and have enough for other situations, so he had to keep that in mind. He would finally settle on a shop that seemed to fit all three of his condition; outfits promised to be airy and cool for the heat, fit his quality of styles even if not all were the theme he desired, and were fairly priced where he could get a few. Satisfied, he would begin picking out outfits, in bulk, so when he went to try them on he could do so one after another. "Alright, I think this is enough for now. May I have your opinion on these outfits when I try them on?" he would ask of Azriel as he moved to a changing room. He would come out with the following outfits one by one, walking around a little in them and posing a bit; letting her comment on them one by one.
Once done, he would step out in his normal attire. Looking to her as he gathered the outfits, he would speak. "Now that we've gone through all of them, what do you think?" he would ask sincerely curious on her opinion. He did like most of the outfits he picked, but he likely would not be getting all of them right now.
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Frostlin
Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2021 9:10 am
Azriel would follow Rin as he began looking through store to store, she was a little confused as he didn’t even try to walk into any of them and only looked a little, she was very tempted to ask but in the end she simply waited to see the results. After going through many shops he finally decided to turn back and actually walk into some of the shops, Azriel figured he noted to himself which he liked and which he didn’t until finally settling on a shop. Rin would grab a few outfits before asking her to give her opinion about each one of the outfits as he put them on and showcased them to her, it was a refreshing experience for her and something she only every did when her father needed new clothes. Rin would finally finish showing her all five of the outfits and Azriel would nod “ok so, they all looked quite good on you though I personally am not a fan of the second, fourth and fifth outfits but I do have to say that the second and fifth fit you very well and make you look wonderful. I do very much like the first one and the third though the third one did not fit you as well as the rest so in the end, I would say you should get the first one and the fifth one.” She would say with a slight smile, she was happy to help him choose those clothes and hopefully he would enjoy her choice. tab: OOC — ♦tabtab the non combat format is here <3 tabOUTFIT — ♦tabtab just without the big wheel of course ^^ tabPOST COUNT — ♦tabtab # 0 0 7 tabEXOSKELETON — ♦tabtab retracted tabSEMBLANCE COOLDOWN — ♦tabtab text here
As Rin was done modeling, he would await Azriel's opinion expectantly. She gave a fairly detailed answer, which he greatly enjoyed. After being spoiled a bit from his tribe and Kitsuko, these kind of things were important to Rin. She would start by saying they all looked good on him, though she was not personally a fan of the second, fourth, and fifth outfit herself. He thought for a moment it meant they were not good, but as she continued speaking he realized it was more styles of attire she did not like herself. Which he did appreciate the information. She would comment how, despite her dislike, the second and fifth outfit did look good on him and fit him well; had he still been wearing them he would've been tempted to give a seductive pose for laughs. She would then mention her favorite outfits were the first and third ones, though the third was not the best fit for him. 'So one of the ones that looked very good on me but she disliked, and one she really liked personally,' he thought to himself as he smiled to her. "Thank you for the help! I like your choices and can't wait to wear these. In fact..." Rin would disappear into the changing rooms, coming out wearing this outfit. He had his own original outfit neatly folded in his hands along with the other he had bought. "May as well take it for a test drive now that I have it," he would say happily before his eyes turned to her. "I'm gonna go pay for this now...But how about we get something to eat after?" he would offer to Azriel, enjoying her company. And not quite wanting to have their venture end so soon. Regardless of her answer, he would go to pay for his outfit afterwards.
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Frostlin
Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2021 6:14 pm
Bashmu chuckled as he relaxed against his chair. He was enjoying a nice brunch outside under the shade of an umbrella that blocked the rays of the mighty sun. He seemed almost peaceful and innocent. He was informed he was going to be in contact with some people today, but did not know who. There were brunch menus in place where the empty seats were. An unknown number of acquaintances, but he was sure make sure no one was going to be left out. At max, 3 people could join him. His aura was pulsating, trying to seak out any type of strong aura signatures that mayb e different than the average local folk around the city. There were rumors. Rumors, he did not care much about since he knew the facts. Looking back at his scroll, the hints were not much to go off of. Attitude. Festiveness and Green. The hell kind of information that was suppose to mean? Was it a word for each person. A word all for one? He just did not have a clue. “Another mimosa~ And a side of you later~” Bashmu commented as the waitress left to go get another drink. A faint blush as she was embarrassed by his blunt words. Still in aftershock from what he said earlier in the scene.
What was Bashmu looking for? What was he trying to prove? He had nothing to prove. He just loved chaos. Still, there were some things that needed to be done and to do them he needed people he could trust. SxS Bandits only had a few people within that possess the actual mental opacity to be leaders within their own right. Everyone has a price and everyone possesses something that motivates them. Whether it material or emotional. Bashmu understood this. Vale did to a certain extent, but they were too soft. Subjugated by their own morals while an underground war raged. The Crimson Fang would surely be finished and with the Tribe dormant. The time to strike was now.
"I'm not sure how I long a have, but I won't worry about that for now. I'll just have to do what I've always done." The streets were always bustling here, Oberon would never get used to it, walking the streets were just so... out of place for him most of the time. He looked through his scroll to double check the details. Holding his case by the handle he lugging it behind his back he found the restaurant he was looking for, the client couldn't be to far behind. Glancing around the restaurant trying to match the description given. For the most part the people in the area seemed very regular; eating, drinking, and conversing. Oberon honestly had no sense of the type of client he would be working for this time. Sure he works as a contracted hunter, a mercenary so he got all walks of life for the most part but many of his clientele preferred... less open spaces, suffice it to say he was curious.
"Ah... That must be him." Oberon approached the Bashmu, not saying a word for a brief moment as he ticked the boxes of the description of the man. Oberon pulled out the chair in front of Bashmu and sat down, "You're the one I'm supposed to meet here right? The client?" The guy could've been just a representative as well, some of the more "upstanding" employers would rather not deal with the unsavory types. Either way, Oberon wasn't bothered by it; as long as the money was right or the job was interesting who would be?
Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2021 9:50 am
LOCATION: ℣ale City ▬ Ţhe Śtreets Company: A malformation looking to churn gravy with just about anything that breathes and an Emerald Can of a Tinman THOUGHTS: Fixing Mistakes CURRENT THEME: Positions (Live) PROFILE: Profile
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Prior, she had eased the morning’s filth underneath warm water and scented fragrances that painted false illusions of what nature’s aroma offered. She had begun to dry herself off when a messenger arrived and delivered the news. No need of shock or other dictions to script her mood; She simply adorned her best moisturizers and placed on garments fit to grace the town upon her perusal over the letter. Of course it was about him, the Hydra.
The last time she had known of this particular man, it was when she contended with her ex, Charley Starluck. Those were a few odd years ago, however, evident by the lack of a man by her side thereof. Heels clicked against the stone-laden pavement in a hastened tone that vaguely echoed. She slipped through and among the crowds as if it simply were second nature. For her, it was. Once a person mastered heels, they would never stumble again.
Her journey was not too far. If one preferred to walk and enjoy the scenery of the town before them, that was. She was never the sort to ever shy away from the crowds in the first place. Whenever someone recognized her, she would offer the subtlest of smiles while raising the green coated nails of her index and middle fingers to signify the common symbol of peace before walking off and away, for there was never need to hold a conversation. She would go towards a restaurant where someone’s aura cried out for her attention.
Still, she never proceeded over there quite yet. She witnessed a little scene of debauchery unfold before her eyes, which made one of her eyebrows raise up in piquely serene nonchalance. A soft chuckle escaped her pink-coated lips as the green coat she carried swayed alongside her hips towards the figure hiding in plain sight amid an umbrella.
”Ma’am,” she announced to the waitress. Her accent was vintage, one of placed at a time when Hollywood was young or that of a Southern Belle. ”You’ll have to forgive my ill-mannered person of familiarity over there. I can wholeheartedly assure you that when his prophylactic material bursts, he makes no guarantee to be around for the regret he created inside of you after the trial of the third trimester has concluded. In his eyes, you’re just a quick bang for his buck. Don’t give him what he wants and live to regret it.”
The waitress felt embarrassed. Flushed. She tried to compose herself with a smile, but tripped and fell instead. The female above her just simply looked down for a brief moment before stepping over her and proceeding towards the table where Bashmu and his armored companion resided. Once the waitress composed herself, she requested a man to tend to the table instead.
As she approached the table, the conversation from the armored man stirred and she could not help but to elatedly announce ”Oh, why I would sure hope so. When he went things on his own, he allowed the uninvited to take a look upon his face. No wonder you’re so down and out at a janky mom and pop. Everyone knows this is where the bottoms come to brunch.”
She delicately sat down as if she had said nothing wrong. The waiter returned with a bottle of Champgane for this Mimosa, the label on it titled Domini. Not as popular as the Tomato Wine, but her mother made quite the excellent form of champagne as well. She dismissed the waiter for the time being, grabbing the bottle to pop it open before mixing the beverages herself and for a simple mix as properly stirring the right amount in with chilled orange juice, that required no skill at all, rather someone being aware of what they were doing, to which she was.
She imbibed a small amount of the beverage before her sharp brown eyes gazed over towards Bashmu. ”Last time I saw you, it was at my mother’s Gazebo. Still partaking in the old passtime of Trade?”
That sort of thing could get anyone involved killed. Just ask her boyfriend. Oh, rest Charley's soul.
The woman was still flustered. Even after his moment of contemplation she seemed to be at a lost of what to do. It was just a simple order. Of course~ It had the Bashmu charm to it. The hint of green would come into his vision but Bashmu knew he was coming. He felt it as soon as he stepped into his aura searching range. Looking at the male, he wouldn't say anything. He was just dressed in green, had a helmet, and made the situation look very out of the ordinary. Though, he could of passed for a motorcycle specialist. Before he could say anything a Southern Belle accent dominated the area. Her voice grasping for attention and taking the spotlight by force. Something so sweet he thought to himself before leaning back. His body resting against the back of the chair as he unknowingly took the emotional shots raining down from the source of the angelic vibrato bullets that came out of her lips. Tauriel. A person who needed no true introduction. The Greenman would finally ask a question while taking a seat, but Bashmu was unable to get out his words In time. She was here.
Blue mess hair hid his eyes well as he lazily looked back at the feminine figure. The fragrance coming off of her would dominate his nose. A mentality switched. It always occurred when it came to women. The more beautiful the better. “I not down and out about anything baby. But you can gladly restart this engine if you want~ Your words just makes it all better when finally hit my peak. You going to continue play hard to get ?” He wondered simply while watching her take a seat. The waiter would come but it was different than the one who left. A whole transition occurred. “How you wound me.. Taking my refill and my prize for the night. Cruel.. She had a husband too” He chastised before rolling his eyes back to the green power ranger that was dominating the table with his presence. Seems his morphed was stuck on release.
“Relax. The both of you. The meal hasn't even started. I assure you are in the correct place. You easily fit te description. As for you Tauriel...I remember that day gladly. Came with the impression of a mother daughter combo and left a depressing end to a party while 3 feet under some dirty.” His Gaze would match back to the southern Belle before he started making his own drink. 80% Champaigne, 20% Juice. “Another suppose to be joining us. Her boss suppose to be sending her over along with my order of freshly cut Lamb Chops and grounded Miranda” he added, no words in response to the pass time of trade. Well actually, the response was within his last statement. Lamb was hard to come by and Bashmu's personality did not fit that of someone that was going to hunt down a lamb. The waiter would come back with an apology. “Sorry for the hold up on your appetizer. The back has been very busy. One of our veteran cooks Miranda didn't show up today so we are short staffed.”
“That's okay. I hope she is well. She had the most amazing coat of wool on her. That faunus's hair made me jealous.” Bashmu commented with mild concern. As the male left again, Bashmu waited to see if Tauriel got the answer she was looking for. As he waited, he tapped the table for Mr.Green. “I'm curious. What brings the joy out of this for you? Is it the chaos? The thrill of the fight? Or does money truly rule your world? You can take the helmet off. We are all beautiful people here I am sure"
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2021 11:13 am
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena had been out and about when she got a message from Ren asking to meet up. She'd been doing just some random work and shrugged, dropping what she was working on and walked out. Over the past few months she'd actually managed to build up a bit of money so, she wasn't really bothered about collecting payment. Not like she was a regular employee anyway. On her way to where he wanted to meet up, she'd swung by a smoke shop to get a couple grams from one of her regular dudes and took off again, smoking a blunt. She pulled out her scroll and messaged Ren, letting him know she was nearby before turning the corner and looked around. Chances were decent she might need to wait a few though as he was probably back at Beacon. So, once she arrived, she leaned up on a nearby wall, staying off the main walkway and continued to smoke as she waited to see when he'd arrive. Before long, she saw a familiar set of ear atop a white head of hair and waved."Hey bro. What's up? Feels like forever since we hung out." ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 64 OOC:
Today was expected to be a work day. With activity upon the school being peaceful, and little no action occurring about, it was fantastic timing that her work schedule was so functional. Oh how she was looking forward to walking in, and getting to some meat slicing, watching that red hue that drove her wild to drip. Hell, she was practically itching in anticipation as the days had grown, her quivering coming from the lack of action in itself. As much as she enjoyed putting makeup upon her face, and ensuring her face was perky and perfect among the thrall of incompetent's, a girl still had her needs. Her needs were on the more... Wild side? Some could say that's the proper term. For Nejina, it was an annoying fix that needed to be satiated. Butchering up meat quenched that sensation, but it did nothing compared to the real thing. It didn't quench the thirst of vengeance. Nor did it kill the sense of true justice she held. Finding something to settle it all down just a little bit, made it somewhat worth it. It was why she stuck to her hobby whenever the cravings came around. There was still the bird she had to work on. The plan was to prepare her beautiful face, ensure her hair was in perfect form, even with a ghastly hair net... and get chopping on arrival, being the "hard worker" she was. Oh.... That couldn't happen though. As soon as she had arrived, she had been asked to go attend meeting in her boss's stead. Could he have not notified these things sooner!? She would have dressed in something much nicer than her academy clothes! Thank god for the spare closet, and the fact she had an extra secret place of hiding. Had neither of things existed, she could have easily told them to go hang themselves with floss. What fortunate circumstances for everyone she always had a way to be prepared. It was per reason, as she had left her workplace, her Outfit of choice was decided, added a large pair of sunglasses to block out the sun's glare. Red and black was her key coordination to success. The hues were common, while also streaking out dominancy of confidence. Perfect to have for a girls best friend. She could have easily added a parasol to the mix, but the would be overkill. How naked she was feeling as it was, on route to the meet up, without Hannibal. The stuff she did bring however, was a red and gold purse, and her make up. Never leave without the makeup~!!!! A girl's face was an important tool in anything~! That was her way of seeing things at least.
"Hmph... I seem to be late to the party..." Closing in near the location, three people were already there. From what she had been told, she was to address towards a "Bashmu." Some client her boss worked with on retrieving good for the shop. Who honestly named their child bashmu? Sounded like a messed up sneeze. From her surveillance, which one was this guy? It certainly wasn't the fancy dressed woman, whose fragrance she could smell from her distance. Closing in, that fragrance was getting stronger. "At least she smells fantastic." That left everything to the man with blue hair, and the other person whose gender, and race, was unidentifiable. The faunus possibility had her returning itch occur, the clenching and unclenching of her hands only raising her anticipation. With that being said, she made no hellos right away, more so having walked in on a conversation about a gazebo, and conversation lined with questions towards the walking helmet. What was this about a faunus, and amazing wool? Such a mental note to gather upon for another time. Details, shmetails.
Making no introductions at first, Nejina put on one of her acts. As a master liar, and a proficient actor, she had to play her parts to see what results can occur her way. Instead of saying much, she had taken her seat among them, folding her hands upon the table. "Was this the kids club I was told to speak upon? I heard you were advertising green in the finest of colors, as well information on these cookies~!" Changing her voice tone to a more friendly, and more subtle choice of words, she looked from person to person, not even caring she had intervened on a conversation. The information her boss had told her as it was, contained about talking with this "Bashmu" on important business. The full extent was unclear, but from her guess, it was about product. Who didn't love cookies? Looking to Oberon then, her eyes had narrowed a little, adding more of her normal snubbiness into it. "I wasn't aware we were allowed to have a walking trashcan to throw our stuff into later~." To Tauriel, she eyed the girl a moment. "Finally nice to see someone around these parts with some style up uphold. A nice change." Nodding approval, she looked to Bashmu then. "Now for blue boy.... Are you the main man selling these cookies? The man known as Bashmu? Or am I simply barking up the wrong tree, and have walked into an old folks with a young lady, conversing on their personal life? Hmmm~?"
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There was a women grabbing attention as he sat down. Seemed she had an announcement or just wanted to announce her presence. Oberon supposed she was important or something; given her attire she definitely seemed like a model or something? Or maybe just carried herself as such? Oberon just gave her his silent attention as he listened to her go on, the content... very unpleasant. Oberon was grateful he was wearing a helmet, if anything to just quietly hide his disgust on the matter. Oberon looked over to Bashmu searching for any sort of expression, she did just seemingly deflect and distort his advances waitress. It was embarrassing on both sides. Being Acknowledged by the woman Oberon simply sat back in his seat leaning his head on the knuckles of his left hand, not in disinterest just to get more comfortable, "You two have a bit of history it seems?" there was a slight modulation slightly deepening his voice from the the helmet. Looking from the outside in Oberon couldn't tell how messy of the a history it was if at all but... couldn't be too careful; getting wrapped up in clients personal matters and such without the proper price.
Finally Bashmu began to speak and... well "Switching targets already? My my..." Oberon chuckled lightly in pure awe of it all; it wasn't exactly admirable maybe a little sad in Oberon's eyes but at least the drive was there he supposed. Bashmu continued bidding him to hold his horses; Oberon could only shrug and adhere to Bashmu's request, "Must be nice to have all the time in the world." he thought as he picked up a a menu and began to browse as Bashmu continued. "Ah... so this will be a group effort? Must be a big one." he set the food menu down taking note of the Spicy Steak Stir Fry before continuing to browse the drink menu. He wasn't so well versed to know about mixing his own drinks, he could admit he wasn't cultured enough to take too much note of the palettes of fine dining or to appreciate the subtleties of a good drink but he picked up on a few things since he has been around. As the waiter returned with an apology Oberon waited for Bashmu to finish speaking before he chimed in, "Spicy Steak Stir Fry and your best IPA." His helmet gleaming at the waiter.
Before long another young lady joined the group, "one more" Bashmu spoke of he assumed. She began to speak not really giving Oberon a moment to answer Bashmu's questions but he was used to the selfish or self-centered types which was why he hated having more than one partner at a time in a job, but hey... if the money is right. The more the girl the spoke the less of her existence Oberon was inclined to acknowledge until eventually he would phase her out entirely "Ugh... what have I gotten myself into?" It was the only way he could work with people who talked a lot but had next to nothing to say and children. "The helmet stays on..." his voice was firm but not aggressive toward both the waiter and Bashmu, "The chaos? No, I am just adapting to the chaos as best I know how. Everything here seems to be governed by money, can't eat, can't sleep, even takin a breath is painful without a single solitary Lien to your name. I'm not going back to that life." He kicked his feat up on his side of the table, "As far as joy... hmm... that's a bit personal for a client to know don't you think, 'Boss'?"
"Now that we're all here I take it? Are we going to have a leisurely meal before talking details or did you just want us to get acquainted with the company we'll be keeping?" Oberon only recognizing Bashmu himself and Tauriel as the company. He didn't know their specialties and he didn't want to make any assumptions on the trade they chose, but if he had to guess based on demeanor and personality, something probably discreet like smuggling or maybe on the extreme side, trafficking. Clearly the goods were illegal based on... whoever that was that was here a moment ago and her childish slang, but Oberon has been wrong about these things before. It was probably just best to listen, and for his own sanity only speak when spoken to, to mediate his temper.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2021 4:49 pm
LOCATION: ℣ale City ▬ Ţhe Śtreets Company: A malformation looking to churn gravy with just about anything that breathes, an Emerald Can of a Tinman and a young lady with a penchant for blood THOUGHTS: Fixing Mistakes CURRENT THEME: Positions (Live) PROFILE: Profile
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The young lady nodded to the being clad in hardened emerald aluminum.
"You would be correct," she stated. "My connection with our venomously masculine acquaintance here goes as far back as the collapse of our motherland, Atlas. While I've been content to start life anew, he's rather dabbled down archaic habits that should have stayed in the ground alongside my father and boyfriend, but you know the phrase, "Old habits DIE hard."
Emphasis on die as her stare turned towards Bashmu. Hard to get? Hardly ever. There was no absolute hostility in her tone. Just convicted truth of absolution as she elated "A lady as myself doesn't have to engage in inflexible contests when the one of whom challenged it has to contend with their bell-ends consistently producing man-made whisk that is both sour and green before their personal tent is hardly raised. No. I believe I have given our esteemed working woman the satisfaction at having to avoid a fella with a quick buck and no bang."
Now that those formalities were out of the way, Tauriel glanced out over the town and the sun that raised itself high as one leg of her pinstriped pants crossed over the other. As the Waiter returned, she announced for him to present his finest drabs to raise over them as a tent for they would be VIP today. Just in time for the next guest of whom received Bashmu's invitation arrived. Rather, she barged right on into the situation.
Still, she knew about the secret code and context, so who was Tauriel to ever assume what sort of rambunctious hooligans Bashmu attracted under his lucrative trade of business? Her green coated nails motioned over towards an empty chair.
"By all means, sit and stay awhile," Tauriel continued. "Our serpentine connection and the traveling Green Knight all share a connection to this deadly alliance, assuredly."
And if not, well Tauriel was confident in her skills to clean up a scene before it ever started. Upon the waiter's second return, Tauriel feigned a weary faint, her hand draped over her head. "Oh, pray tell Miranda makes a full recovery. Her skills on the grill are remarkable and should she ever consider it, she could run a salon business with her wool alone. Instant profit of continuation."
Oh, a lady could dream of utilizing an endless array of wool in fashion. It was like having the finest of silk constantly produced with no cutout. Still, Tauriel returned to her waking life. She returned to the statement that Bashmu himself posed. One of years ago. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for those who are mine. So even if the individual happens to be one who cannot keep his personal copperhead in check, I would only need the options weighed the and the matters discussed."
Why should Bashmu bring her out into the light of their business was now the question. Something must have happened to have her of all people attend this soiree.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2021 7:44 pm
Ren was indeed coming from Beacon, but having to ride down the elevator as base jumping from the top was still not a recommended idea in his mind as he stepped out of the elevator once it had reached the bottom. It had been awhile since he and Rena had hung out and he knew things for him had changed while he pulled out his scroll, walking away from the base of the Beacon Academy tower to get into the streets of Vale. He saw the contacts of his old team and his current team and smiled as he was still relieved that they were okay, but as he scrolled through the contacts, he saw his sister still had her scroll. He shrugged to himself and decided to shoot her a text. 'Hey sis, it's been quite a bit. Wanted to see if you wanted to hang out for a little. Meet me over at Klayken's Chickeria.' He told her via text as he started to walk. He kept his backpack on his back, the beer inside of it jostling safely as he started to move faster.
He was picking up speed on a downward slope and smiled as he began to go into a full tilt sprint, soon going into his free-running style as he started to maneuver around people, leaping over moving carts, and soon moving into the street as he ran. He jumped up as someone had to stop their car from hitting him, with Ren landing on the car and jumping off of it onto a lightpost, hooking his hands on it and swinging himself with the momentum of his jump to throw himself higher and landing onto one of the rooftops. He landed with his heels first and resumed running on the rooftops, traversing them more easily as his heart fluttered with the feeling of freedom. It wasn't long till the scroll informed him of her response and he made his turn towards the place.
As he got close, he could've sworn he heard something a great distance away, the word 'party' ringing in his ear as he slowed his run to look off in the distance. He raised an eyebrow before he shrugged himself and resumed running. "Not unusual for someone to be hosting a party, today is the day for Atlas missions and my team wasn't picked." He told himself as he ran, with a smile on his face before he got to the building next to it, slowing down towards the building's railing as he hit it and rolled himself over and off of it, catching one of the window sills main fall to slow his drop as he moved down once and landed on his feet with the steel click of his heels. He could hear the voice of his sister as he looked over and smiled, waving back at her. "Hey sis, again it's been awhile. What have you been up to? Despite us having the same school, it's a shock we haven't had any of the classes together." He told her with a smile as he approached his sister.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 86 OOC:
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena pushed herself off the wall, hopping over passersby and landing beside her brother, offering him a hit."Maybe it's intentional. Twins are always trouble. Especially when one's a drunk and the other's a pothead right?" She grinned sardonically. "Anyway, I haven't been up to much really. The aura lessons I did have never really got around to the controlling bit so, meh. Aside from that, just kinda chilling and looking into it myself and doing odd jobs." She fished around in her pocket and pulled out a clip of Lien, passing it to him."Speaking of... twenty-two thousand. Think that covers half of what I owe yeah? I kinda just walked out of a job. But, no big deal really. They still gonna have to pay me and I got a little saved up right now. So, wanna get something to eat then? I'll foot it this time."She might seem pretty normal, but Ren could definitely tell she was high as all hell right now. ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 65 OOC:
