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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:10 pm
Delgerdzaya scanned the van once more, a cool expression of disdain in her eyes, before entering it. She wanted to get a move on, as she was tired of waiting in London. Such a dreary place, and so crowded...it would be nice to actually be away from all those people.
After entering, she simply waited for the others. They could stand out there all day if they wanted to, but really, it had been quite long enough. Needless to say, the Mongolian was a bit impatient by this point.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:39 am
Eisul looked up at the woman with a blank expression and asked, "So you will be taking us to the Lotus Headquarters?"
She didn't quite trust them. A flower truck? Though each organizations had their oddities, why would an elite organization like the fabled Lotus be transporting their new recruits in a flower truck? Eisul thought of many scenerios and reasons and possible lessons behind it, but still. Nothing came to her mind that couldn't have been explained or taught another way that made the flower truck essential. The girl shrugged her head and walked towards the truck and stuck out her hand for support so that she could get into the truck.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 2:31 pm
Cailean smiled, hopping up inside the van. The Mongolian-looking woman had already climbed inside, and now the Korean woman was standing before him with her hand outstretched. He smiled at her, and held his arm out to help her up. "Yes, that's what we were sent for. Most everyone else is busy back at headquarters." The curly-haired boy grasped Eisul's hand firmly, giving support so she wouldn't fall and flashing her a friendly grin. "Be careful about that little step, there."
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 3:17 pm
Lifting the front of her skirt with her free hand, she nodded her head her thanks and understanding to Neireen as she got into the truck. Once in there she made sure to make a fuss on getting herself situated next to Dzaya. Afterwards, Eisul sat up straight with her hands folded on her lap. Her eyes looked out straight with her child up as she waited for the others to get into the truck, all the while thinking about changing out of the wretched dress and getting her hands on a little toy of hers that went bang when she pleased.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 3:54 pm
The blond muttered, "Finally, we can leave this rat infested hole." She promtly started to follow Eisul to also get in the van. She tried to be quicker then the boy, who she really didn't want touching her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:31 pm
The Arabian wasn't paying attention to any words that came from the Superni's flapping lips. His common brown eyes were glued to windshield with an intense uninterest as he waited impatiently for them to shut up. It was only when Neimh mentioned the imbalance of gender that he took time out of his busy schedule to roll his head back to see the new recruits.
A impish smile snaked across his dark face. "Meh, I like it that way..."
Before the LOTUS came aboard, he exhaled deeply and replaced his nasty smirk with a warm smile. Even his eyes softened as he nodded to each lady that came aboard.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:17 pm
Neimh stuck her tongue out at Lucretiel. "You would," she told the other Superni as she watched the Lotus recruits enter the van. She offered them each another smile.
"We apologise about the... quality of the current transportation," she said to the recruits. Of course the Irish woman had noticed the looks of disdain and disapproval from the recruits in regards to the flower delivery truck. Really, couldn't these kids appreciate the irony? Honestly, she felt that she shouldn't really be surprised. These were Lotus recruits, not potential new Superni or something. At least Cail and Lu appreciated the irony. It was just a gift they shared.
"I'm sure you ladies will appreciate the travel arrangements to get to Headquarters better than you do this..." Neimh was still trying to decide on the best course of action to take when they got back to the jet.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:35 pm
Eisul looked up from beneath her dark lashes and gave a small smile, "Its all right. It does seem somewhat appropriate since we are now Lotus members." She wasn't lying when she said that she saw the irony of the situation, she just wasn't pleased to be riding in a flower delivery truck when she was so used to a life of luxury. The woman glanced at Neimh and then reverted her eyes to her hands, waiting for the truck to take off.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:54 pm
Laurel settled down next to Eisul, hoping that she wouldn't have to sit down too long - she still wasn't use to being in motor vehicles. In fact, she would prefer a carriage, horse, or just her two feet.
"Heh, I don't care what we travel in. Just standing around was starting to... annoy me," She had to pause and re-think the phrasing of her words. Laurel really didn't want to her mouth to offend these people who were willing to take her in, even if it did kill her pride.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:53 pm
Cailean sat and watched until the rest of the recruits had piled into the van, playing idly with the end of a braid, but nodding and smiling as each one climbed inside.
Once he had noticed that the small group of women had found seats, he turned to Lu and Neimh, hiding the mischevous grin that had broke out across his lips. "Let's get going, shall we?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 8:39 pm
Dzaya had to admit, there was some irony in it. She still didn't neccesarily approve, though. Being the relatively serious person that she was, she didn't feel that this was an appropriate first impression for new recruits to the organization - perhaps later on it would have been acceptable, but not this early.
Oh well, who was she to bicker about modes of transportation? Similarly to Laurel, she would much prefer to be seated on a horse then in a van.
She gave a nod of agreement to Laurel anyway, though - this was better then just standing there. Then, Delgerdzaya turned her gaze back to the Lotus operatives.
"I believe we are ready."
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 8:51 pm
Neimh smiled herself. It was something that she couldn't help, though she did seem to manage to not smile in a suspicious sort of way.
"Of course," the Superna said. The flower truck pulled out and headed back to where the Superni had landed to being with. As it happened, the truck had to go past the body of the driver that Neimh had taken the truck from. Luck provided that none of the Lotus recruits were able to view such a thing. The flower truck came to a stop as they arrived at the jet.
Neimh threw an arm over the back of the seat and grinned back at the ladies in the back of the truck.
"Hopefully, you'll find our further transportation to be a little... less lacking?" she told them. "We had a lot more time to work out the flight plans."
The knowledge that these recruits didn't seem pleased with their mode of transportation made the Irish woman want to laugh, and very loudly at that. She did, however, manage to contain herself. How hilarious this was, that they seemed to be slowly destroying the image these recruits held of Lotus! How hilarious and wonderfully delicious! She was sure that Janus would be pleased to hear such things upon their return.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 1:39 pm
Adian walked down the street slowly, a wide stupid looking grin on his face. The irish boy was distracted at least five times on his way to the lotus meeting. He wasn't one to stay one track. Before this whole rome god thing start he might of been classfied with ADD or something. Not that he really cared, distractions were fun.
People glanced over at the skinny man, murrering about lotus and their requirtes. Dispite the odd sortment of females that had come Adian still didn't look like much of a warrior. His grin was silly, his hair was shaggy and too long. His long body took almost lazy steps as his hands tucked themselves into pockets. He may of had a sword around his waist but he triped over a coupple times, as if he hadn't got use to wearing it yet. Plus it was in an akward drawing postion. Be hard to use in a fight and the scabbard itself was far to shiny and unsratched to be old.
He looked like an unpraticed fool.
Which was exactly what he wanted. Adian looked stupid and silly and spent the first 7 years of his life trying to show people other wise. All that did was give him a headache. It was far easier to just let people think what they wanted. It didn't change his mind, or his skill.
The irish man glanced up and saw a flower truck, curious enough he walked over to it, and listened to women talk. He grined again. A woman's voice could always make him smile.
"Are we ladies having problems?" he asked as he strolled up, girning happily.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:47 pm
Henrick grinned at Adian. "Ah...LOTUS too, kid? Well, pile in lest ya get left behind! Top-notch transportation, this, ask your new ladyfriends." He snickers.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 9:13 am
Adian had hoped one of the more feminie people would of awnsewred him. Not the old, and frankly crusty, old man. Still his grin stayed in place and he nodded to the man. Oh well, at least he managed to find the right spot. Adian wondered vaugly how that man could of known he was here for loctus. Aw, what ever. He grined and headed towards the jet, his sword jumping into his way as he tried to baord the jet. He fell, rather quickly, on his face.
That, was an acident.
"Owwwww" he whined like a little boy and pulled him self to a sitting postion, rubbing his head with a frown. "Why dose metal have to be so hard?" he complained, reaching up to make sure his nose wasn't broken or something like that. Statifed he wasn't bleeding, he pushed back his hair and let go of the pain. Or at least his right to complain about it. And finnished geting into the jet, girning once more
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