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 Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:25 am
((*flails* Hee xD))
Eden stiffened slightly and frowned pointedly (though unconsciously) at the hint of whine, reminded uncomfortably of Skittles and suddenly acutely aware that he hadn't the faintest idea how the fox...es... made the switch between one and the other, or whether Scion was really a different entity or just thought he was a different entity and was maybe just another personality or some other such disorder because really he wouldn't put schizophrenia past Skittles but--his lips stiffened then too, into an annoyed expression directed at the counter. Couldn't, ever, think. Never work like a... professional? Was that the word? Disappointing. That worked to describe him well enough now. Words, words.
"It will come," he said shortly, forcing the words out in strained geniality, head shaking once, slightly only to move the hair out of his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:22 am
Scion closed his eyes, resting his body limp but for the tails that twitched in want. "I want foood so I can have a other drink and drown out the voicces." He muttered. Scion eyes flicked looking at Eden and then closed his eyes. "You where frowning for some reason.."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 11:28 am
What? The what? The voices? Eden's panic button hovered invitingly next to the more active parts of his brain. The what? He deigned not to press it, however, settling instead for the benefit of the doubt - didn't want to panic, that was ungraceful and unprofessional, keep 'professional' in mind! - even though...
It just kept coming back to the first disastrous encounter. And this was only the second. Which one to judge by, though? Similar qualities to both, surely, ones he... Oh this wasn't turning out well.
Eden shifted uncomfortably, lips still drawn into that wary frown as he eyed Scion with renewed caution. "Ah..." he said at first, tentatively, before interrupting the more tactful approach with --oh hell, if the fox couldn't tell he was bothered then there really was something wrong, so he might as well be out with it!--"Voices?" sharp, though more in the frightened than scolding way.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:57 pm
"They all want to talk to me..all the voices talking all at once and raising their volume when I don't answer cause it hurts.."Scion muttered eyes closed trying to relax his body. "Skittles is lucky because he never had the voices. That why he's always in control cause the voices hurt to much for me to remain since we merged.."
The crimson gold filage eyes wince. "I hate the voices...You don't like Skittles and you won't forgive me if I force you." The lashes fluttered and still. "You scared again..fraidy cat."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:30 pm
If he were more capable an individual he knew he'd be staring at Scion in mild disbelief rather than this abject fear. Voices! He heard voices! It didn't get much more obvious than that! Well, no - now it was. Because the disjointed sentences coming out of the fox's mouth... that made things even clearer.
But he --he had to remind himself. He couldn't be in any danger, no real danger, not here in M'lady's. Sure, maybe Ambrose had left Peregrine to fend himself but the other'd never been in any deadly danger, had he? Ambrose would know the difference, would act upon any real threats--had to believe that, remember it. Nothing to be afraid of--as if he could help it!
"You're not exactly a goldfish," Eden choked out, then swallowed and shifted inches further away. "What are you talking about?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:55 pm
Scion's nose wrinkled, he could smell the fear rolling off of Eden. "You are just going to smell if you keep become this upset." He burried his hands in his hair, looking out. "Nothing.."He attempted to squash the voices, trying to force them back to a dull mummer. He fought and won for a moment.
"I'm part plant. I can communicate with other flora but they keep trying to talk all at once and the only way to stop hearing the voices is to drink or have sex. Now stop smelling so appetizing will you?" He said some what back to normal. "Deep breaths and all. Calm down Naga and what is a goldfish?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 1:26 pm
Smell? What? He didn't smell! Or maybe he smelled of soap - but - oh God. The fox smelled fear. This didn't get better. And he--fright was a perfectly logical response to Scion-Skittles-thing, no matter how illogical an action fear might lead to.
Drawing no closer, Eden glared through the skittishness, "A goldfish is harmless," with a clear, silent intonation of 'unlike you'.
There was something here he was missing - vampire... but plant? Plants speaking to people he could... understand, despite not haiving any precedent. But this combination was just downright bizarre. In unconscious obedience to Scion's suggestion the lamia took a long, deep breath. This really hadn't been a good idea.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 1:40 pm
"The fact it's harmless still doesn't tell what it is." Scion's blonde ears flickered though his multicolor hair. "How long have you been working here?" Change the subject something safe and calming. "Do you actually enjoy your job?"
Keep him talking oooh he should not have bothered appologizing. This was going bad. Eden was becoming skittish, staring at him as if he was murderous or sick. "I'm not a leper or something," he grumbled.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 11:58 pm
"A fish," Eden said rather harshly, though he couldn't quite pull off the tone and ended up sounding merely miffed, "That's golden. And harmless."
Then a frown, deepened by paranoia. What was this change in topic? The reason for it, the purpose - information was as good as a secret to a stranger. But he had the option of not saying things, and the subject of his employ wasn't exactly a secret. The topic itself was just a little baffling. Better than being bitten or called smelly, though. "I've been here four years," he responded sharply, keeping his dialogue monosyllabic as possible. "I'm useful. I like it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:46 am
Scion laughed, covering his mouth eyes dancing at the tone and sharp short sentences. "Eden, listen. I made seem crazy perhaps..but that doesn't mean I'm going to hunt you down,snap your neck, and devour you. One that just ewww. I don't like meat. Two, I don't have a reason to do so. Three what is with this the whole world is planning to screw me talk?" He looked at the bar wishfully. "You're acting paranoid. "
The fox paused. "Hey would you stop acting so cranky if I got you a drink? Allowed you to handcuff me or something?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 10:37 am
Tempted to make some snide remark about how Scion didn't need to eat his flesh to be dangerous, Eden swallowed the comment in favor of not provoking anything that might turn into some sort of argument. No matter how controlled Scion-Skittles-thing might try to come off as he couldn't possibly know what would really set him off.
"I don't have handcuffs," he said with a sour frown that came out more as a pout, though he simultaneously signaled the bartender's attention - Scion-Skittles-thing had said something about being less inclined to listen to... 'the voices' when intoxicated and even if that wasn't true his reaction time was sure to be lessened under the influence.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:24 pm
Scion's eyes lite up as Eden motioned to the bar tender. Right now he really didn't care. Intoxicated he would settle and relax. "Something yummy. Nothing that taste like it's been stewing in a barrel with a sock," he called out and looked at Eden. "You buying me a drink or do I have to pay for it?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 11:10 pm
Oh yeah, thanks, Eden's mind thought bitterly. Couldn't say 'pay yourself' very well now, could he? ...No, he could. He had every right to. Only etiquette begged otherwise. Why he still felt the urge to act in any degree of politeness to this puzzling, likely-dangerous fox was entirely beyond him. And yet here he was...
"Don't worry about it," he muttered in an unabashedly irritable tone as he crossed his arms on the bar and let his head drop onto them. No use. Things just got out of hand and he never knew how to deal with them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:29 am
The irritable tone was clear, but Eden was the one that beckoned so it was taken Eden would pay for the drink. He just asked to make sure. He hummed waiting. "Thanks."
He paused watching Eden and leaned close to the naga. "I could pay but you where the one that beckoned." Scion looked up and beckoned to the bar keep pointing at Eden. This guy really needed to lighten up some. "Since your buying me one, I'll buy you one." You need it was left out. [/color]
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 10:31 am
"It's a matter of the principle of guest and host," Eden muttered, still hidden in his arms, "And I don't drink on the job." Or ever. A hint of snarl caught in the tone, though more in the way that a puppy growls than a predator warns. Today just hadn't turned out well.
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