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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 5:56 pm
Typhoon_Omi "Naturally~ After all.." Turning around slowly, Omi gawked a tad. She wasn't there. Turning to Shilon very quickly, he spoke with a sheepish grin, "Hey, you know what I was talking about, ah? I'll pay you back for the trouble if you find anywhere that serves, we'll talk more " With that, he turned back towards the exit, which he assumed Akako'd gone through.
"Geh. I shouldnt've stood that way for so long, she must think I was being rude or ignored her or something.." The mercenary thought with a sweatdrop at his brow. So, that's when he did it. Lurched forward, the upper sections of his feet carrying his entire body weight rather than either whole foot.
He was inside the hall and down it in but a few moments time. The way he'd moved then, was absolutely nothing like before; though when he did spot Akako.. rather, nearly came crashing into her from the spiral design of the interior, Omi came to a sudden stop, forcing the back of his feet to shift his bodyweight backwards and cancel out his forward dash - keeping him in place. "Ah - hey, found anywhere yet?" He asked with a sheepish grin.
Akako's right foot came across as her other foot also turned forcing her to skid to a halt. Her head snapped in his direction and the cloth around her face untied and floated to the ground. Her eyes stayed on Omi. Akako had stopped breathing for a moment and her pale skin showed as did the scar. It came below her left eye down across her cheek. Her face was slim and her lips were pink and full. She was acutally pretty but didn't show it.
Akako knelt down and picked the cloth up and tied back around her face. She took a breath to calm herself and she looked at Omi. "No not yet..;' She then turned on her heel and started to walk this time afraid it would fall off again. Oh damn.. calm down.. you aren't completely .. well.. yes you are. She frowned beneath the cloth and her steps quickened. Her eyes narrowed annoyed she let that slip. Akako shoved her hands int eh pockets of her black pants and her eyes kept scanning the area. She then eyed what looked like a ramen resaurant. She smiled underneath the cloth now and walked into the establishment.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:12 pm
As Omi managed to stop himself, he saw that Akako had come to a sudden halt as well - and for a few moments, he saw the cloth fall off her face - revealing it in full, causing him to look a tad surprised. Standing up fully, he watched as she kenlt down, grasping the cloth and tying it back around her face yet once again..
"Why does she wear that outfit, I wonder..? Maybe she's in hiding? No, she's too much of a nice disposition to be a target of someone.. neh.." Deciding not to pursue it, Omi akwardly bowed once, before standing with a sheepish laugh. "Sorry for surprising you like that." However, as his eyes came across the resturaunt - his stomach gave a soft growl. And then, his nose caught the scent of.. ramen? "Odd place to be serving that - but damned fine with me." His mouth watered a bit; after all, he HADN'T eaten in a good day and a half..
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:18 pm
Akako noticed he hadn't said anything and she sighed softly in pure relief. Maybe he didn't see.. she walked waited for someone to take them to a table and her back pressed against the wall. "I'm starving.. this is taking way too long..." She groaned. Her eyes caught the hostess as she was walking over and Akako straightened up. "Table for two.." Akako said no hint of emotion on her voice. The woman in a black kimono looked startled but nodded and turned showing them to a table.
Akako slid into a seat and her fingers grazed the hilt of her katana. Her stomached growled loudly and she blushed. Thank god I am wearing this... She thought her eyes looking completely unphased. A waiter came by and asked what they wanted and Akako spoke up quickly. "Just get the both of us 4 bowls of ramen..." She then looked over at Omi wondering if that was ok with him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:27 pm
Omi followed Akako, heading into the unusual little establishment with a curious gaze about. But, as Akako lined up a table for them both - he quickly sat down, eager to get something to eat. As they waited, the mercenary heard a stomach growl other than his own - and smirked, though again, withholding any comments.
However, as Akako ordered four bowls of noodles, something occured that could cause some mild embarrassment. For, he leaned forward, slipping fingers into a small, cloth bag at his side - and then, clinking coins about with a reassured gaze, Omi chided in, "TEN BOWLS OF RAMEN, SIR!" At this exact moment, his stomach growled quite loudly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:39 pm
Typhoon_Omi Omi followed Akako, heading into the unusual little establishment with a curious gaze about. But, as Akako lined up a table for them both - he quickly sat down, eager to get something to eat. As they waited, the mercenary heard a stomach growl other than his own - and smirked, though again, withholding any comments.
However, as Akako ordered four bowls of noodles, something occured that could cause some mild embarrassment. For, he leaned forward, slipping fingers into a small, cloth bag at his side - and then, clinking coins about with a reassured gaze, Omi chided in, "TEN BOWLS OF RAMEN, SIR!" At this exact moment, his stomach growled quite loudly. Akako looked over at him with curious eyes then laughed more willingly this time. "Alright.. make it ten." The waiter bowed then dissapeared into the kitchen. "I suppose I have to take this off now.." She said more to herself than Omi. Her eyes were down on the table and her hands reached back behind her head. Her finger moved quickly and untied the cloth. She pulled it away from her face and tied it around her neck. No smile played on her lips, not even fear or anger. Her face was completely blank of emotion and her left hand came up and touched the scar.
Akako was about to speak again then was interrupted by the waiter arriving with bowls upon bowls of ramen. He struggled then set them on the table and they almost fell over. At an amazing speed Akako threw her hand out and caught two of the bowls. Her movements were barely visable, just a blur. She set a bowl infront of Omi then one infront of herself. Akako then started to eat avoiding Omi's eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:59 pm
Ramen. As it was sat down, Omi could barely contain himself, the heat of it shifting into the air. But, he noted Akako taking the cloth off out of the corners of his eyes; old questions resurfaced, but he forced them down. And so, he began. It was a surprise, how quickly Akako caught the bowls which'd nearly tipped over - but then again, he was attempting to lose that sensation of surprise. There would be many different fighters here, of numerous skills, proficiencies, abilities and temperments.. he had to find a reading for them all.
Still, he began his meal. Grasping the edge of a bowl, he took it to his mouth - seeping the noodles and soup all into his mouth, quickly downing it while muttering loudly, "Damn, this is hot..!" Yet, despite his complaining, Omi downed the first bowl with near ease. It was almost a surprise he didn't choke, as he quickly started on the next - totally disregarding any eating instruments present.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:07 pm
A smiled forced it's way onto Akako's lips despite her trying to hide it. She shook her head then continued eatting. She finished her first then grabbed a second. She saw what he was doing then her gloved hands wrapped around the bowl. The edge of the bowl came to her lips and she pretty much drank the ramen. She thought she would choke but the noodles slid with ease down her throat.
The moment Akako finished eatting she covered her face again and leaned back. "That was sooo good." She let out a pleased sigh and closed her eyes. "Now.. green tea." Akako's eyes flashed open and scanned for the waiter. The moment she saw him she let out a whistle. The man seemed taken aback and gave Akako a dirty look then walked over. "Greentea.." She said hastily not really caring about the man. Her eyes then looked up at Omi and she spoke in a serious tone. "Omi... what are you? I'm sorry if that is too personal or rude, but my curiousity was going to tear me to shreds if I didn't ask.." Her eyes lighted up a bit and took the edge off of her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:26 pm
Third bowl. He was on his third bowl, barely managing to pass it down his throat with occasional complaints about the heat - yet, his stomach begged for more. Slurping down a few more noodles, he finished another bowl hastily - and began to reach for a fourth, when her question hit him.
Stopping for a second, Omi swallowed what he'd been chewing on, pausing for a moment from such a random question. To be truthful, being asked about himself stunned him - but he quickly recovered, replying simply, "Couldn't you tell? Human. One-hundred percent, drop by drop." Chuckling, he grasped the fourth bowl's rim, and rose it to his mouth - beginning to down it as well. Even if he was beginning to get full, his pride told him that he had twice as many to finish off - and this way, he wouldn't have to worry as much about eating for the rest of the night or morning.
After a few moments of eating upon it, 'til the bowl laid empty, he sat it down and asked in kind, "How about you - that is.. if you don't mind?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:33 pm
Typhoon_Omi Third bowl. He was on his third bowl, barely managing to pass it down his throat with occasional complaints about the heat - yet, his stomach begged for more. Slurping down a few more noodles, he finished another bowl hastily - and began to reach for a fourth, when her question hit him.
Stopping for a second, Omi swallowed what he'd been chewing on, pausing for a moment from such a random question. To be truthful, being asked about himself stunned him - but he quickly recovered, replying simply, "Couldn't you tell? Human. One-hundred percent, drop by drop." Chuckling, he grasped the fourth bowl's rim, and rose it to his mouth - beginning to down it as well. Even if he was beginning to get full, his pride told him that he had twice as many to finish off - and this way, he wouldn't have to worry as much about eating for the rest of the night or morning.
After a few moments of eating upon it, 'til the bowl laid empty, he sat it down and asked in kind, "How about you - that is.. if you don't mind?" "A human.." She whispered then smiled beneath the cloth. "Wow.. it's not often I talk to humans.." She watched him eat while she thought i wonder how many humans are in this thing.. there are so many demons.. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten killed yet or the blood sucked out of him. Akako mentally cringed and his voice threw her out of the daze she was in. "I.. I'm a bit of a mut..." She said thinking of a way to explain what she was. She couldn't tell him her past yet.
Her voice finally came back to her and she looked up at him. "I'm part kitsune and another part elemental. I'm also a fallen angel...." The last sentence was barely audiable as if she were ashamed of it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:54 pm
Seventh bowl. Just one more after this, and he was finished - and readily, Omi had to admit, as his stomach was filling up quite nicely. "Oh, really?" He spoke over the broth, managing to slurp the last of the noodles down, before going for the final piece of his meal. However, he slowly stopped, as he heard what she was.
He was about to say how she shouldn't concern herself with her race - when he heard the word "angel". That wasn't the first time he'd been told of someone claiming to be an angel.. no, in fact, he knew someone quite well whom claimed to be a full blooded, ascended angel. And while at first skeptical.. Omi began to believe. And surely, with a sollem expression such as that, she couldn't be lying..
"I see.." Smiling warmly, he spoke, "You should be proud to be a member of so many noble races, you know? Say those things with a smile, not such a frown." Reaffirming this with a smile of his own, he reached for the final bowl with both hands - and downed it heartily, almost in instants, before coughing once, managing to down his meal. Then, he leaned back, patting his stomach once with a loud sigh of content.
"Thank God for this place! I thought I was gonna starve there, for a bit.. wooh.." Reaching into the loincloth bag at his side, Omi pulled out quite a number of golden coins, then placed them neatly on the table, one by one - enough to pay for the meal, and then some. A tip, of sorts. "Well, there went some of my money.. need to balance the rest." Leaning back forward, resting his chin on his right palm as his elbow planted itself on the table, Omi spoke, "So, what attracted you to this place, ah?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:04 pm
Typhoon_Omi Seventh bowl. Just one more after this, and he was finished - and readily, Omi had to admit, as his stomach was filling up quite nicely. "Oh, really?" He spoke over the broth, managing to slurp the last of the noodles down, before going for the final piece of his meal. However, he slowly stopped, as he heard what she was.
He was about to say how she shouldn't concern herself with her race - when he heard the word "angel". That wasn't the first time he'd been told of someone claiming to be an angel.. no, in fact, he knew someone quite well whom claimed to be a full blooded, ascended angel. And while at first skeptical.. Omi began to believe. And surely, with a sollem expression such as that, she couldn't be lying..
"I see.." Smiling warmly, he spoke, "You should be proud to be a member of so many noble races, you know? Say those things with a smile, not such a frown." Reaffirming this with a smile of his own, he reached for the final bowl with both hands - and downed it heartily, almost in instants, before coughing once, managing to down his meal. Then, he leaned back, patting his stomach once with a loud sigh of content.
"Thank God for this place! I thought I was gonna starve there, for a bit.. wooh.." Reaching into the loincloth bag at his side, Omi pulled out quite a number of golden coins, then placed them neatly on the table, one by one - enough to pay for the meal, and then some. A tip, of sorts. "Well, there went some of my money.. need to balance the rest." Leaning back forward, resting his chin on his right palm as his elbow planted itself on the table, Omi spoke, "So, what attracted you to this place, ah?" As he ate she spoke again. "You don't know why I became an angel.. a fallen angel that is.. and that part of me isn't good.. " She stopped speaking as she heard the coins make contact with the table. Akako looked up and at the money. "Hey I can..." She was cut off as she started to speak again then she grinned. "I love ramen and I could smell it from the arena.. so I started to crave it." She let out a laugh then leaned back and closed her eyes. "I think that should hold me off until tomorrow evening.. thank god... I don't really have time to eat.. I have been watching alot of the matches so I can see what the competition is like. It's going to be good.. there are alot of extremely good fighters here." She opened her crimson and gold eyes again and looked over at Omi.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:14 pm
"Well, I know little about angels, or fallen ones for that matter.. and ya know? I don't much care." Smiling warmly, Omi tacked in, "Maybe you 'weren't good' at one time, but the person I see in front of me's just fine, so don't worry, ah?" Standing up slowly, almost falling over from having sat in place for the first time in such a while - the mercenary tapped his stomach twice, sighing audibly. "Filling.. mm.."
Finally, he responded to her words about the competition. "It will be good. No, better than that. I can see there are some skilled fighters here." Eyes narowing a tad, the thought came to mind, "Some less fighters, than murderers..", but, he gave Akako a confident nod. "You'll do very well. I can tell that much." Closing his eyes with a final, warm smile - the mercenary reached over, tightening one of his gauntlet's straps, before gazing towards the exit.
"Well! I can't sit around after I've eaten so much. I'd best start getting a little excersise." As though preparing for this, he did some mild arm stretches - expelling a final yawn.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:24 pm
Typhoon_Omi "Well, I know little about angels, or fallen ones for that matter.. and ya know? I don't much care." Smiling warmly, Omi tacked in, "Maybe you 'weren't good' at one time, but the person I see in front of me's just fine, so don't worry, ah?" Standing up slowly, almost falling over from having sat in place for the first time in such a while - the mercenary tapped his stomach twice, sighing audibly. "Filling.. mm.."
Finally, he responded to her words about the competition. "It will be good. No, better than that. I can see there are some skilled fighters here." Eyes narowing a tad, the thought came to mind, "Some less fighters, than murderers..", but, he gave Akako a confident nod. "You'll do very well. I can tell that much." Closing his eyes with a final, warm smile - the mercenary reached over, tightening one of his gauntlet's straps, before gazing towards the exit.
"Well! I can't sit around after I've eaten so much. I'd best start getting a little excersise." As though preparing for this, he did some mild arm stretches - expelling a final yawn. Akako nodded then stood as well. She rolled her shoulders then popped her neck. "Mind if I join?" She avoided the fallen subject. There was something else to the story that she couldn't and wouldn't talk about. That part that made her fear herself.
Akako brushed past him and the scent of cherry blossoms and roses breezed past once she walked by. She turned on her heel and looked at him. "Arena? ..." She asked her crimson eyes bright now and eager.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:23 am
Watching Akako roll her shoulders and give a soft pop to her neck, he heard the question - and looked a bit perplexed. To be truthful, he'd always done things of this sort alone. Preferred it, in fact. But, finally, with a nod, Omi agreed. "Surely, couldn't hurt a bit."
As she walked by, odd scents greeted his just-slightly sensitive nose. Although he didn't show it, this made him more curious about matters.. but, when he heard her final question, a quick shake of the head answered that. "Noo.. I think we should stick clear of the arena for a bit. If we start anything there, who knows what the Hell'll try and jump in, ah? Besides, I like the halls - walls aren't planted too far apart, nice and cool." He slid his left palm across archway leading out of the resturaunt, before playfully stopping, turning, and bowing. "After you, of course."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 9:02 am
Akako smirked beneath the cloth and passed him again. She stepped out into the hallway and started to stretch almost immediately. After she had finished stretching her arms she slid down into the splits and stretched her legs. Her legs slid behind her from the splits position then her right leg came forward and she stood again. She looked at Omi and wondered what kind of training he did.
"Hey Omi... what all do you do for training?" She had always been used to shifting into her fallen form and try and control it better or fighting her sister. Akako also did alot of gymnastics in her spare time to keep her body limber and her muscles lean. She liked to keep graceful about each and every move she made.
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