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 Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:56 pm
Scion lips twitched at the snarl. "Okies then.." he slipped from the stool collecting his drink and drifted off away from the pmsing Naga. He had techinicnally done was he set out to do. The nacho would have to wait it seemed. Maybe he could keep the glass, it was a nice looking thing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:48 am
It wasn't everyday one was presented with the opportunity to make something out of past wrongs. This, however, seemed a prime moment. The only question was why Eden had been talking to the little monster at all.
Upon exiting into the common area from the backroom, Peregrine Kingsley wasted no time in crossing the floor to stand directly in front of the wandering fox, steely look simultaneously imperious and cold. "You're here again," he said bluntly, forgoing all niceties - why waste them on a vampire? - "Why?" Short, hostile and to the point.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:05 pm
Scion looked up at Peregrine a slow grin crossing his face. "Drinking," he said. Simple, short, and punctuated as he took a sip of his drink. "Walking, breathing, living why you care b***h?" He drowned the liquid setting the cup down on the table and back up a few steps.
"Soo?" He sang, tilting his hip forward so his jeans slipped an inch down. He laced his fingers behind the techno colored strand, eyes amused. "You want to play or something?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:34 pm
Lip curled in a sneer of disgust, the rest of his expression coldly apathetic and authoritative. Clearly not nearly so traumatized by the past encounter as his lamia colleague. "Because you have no right to do so here," he said cooly, not even bothering to raise a brow or cant head to one side in challenge.
"You've caused enough trouble." An icy stare. "Get out."
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:00 am
"No, I'm waiting for my nachos." He yawned, standing lazily, eyes running up and down Peregrine. "You can't kick me out without a good reason." He now had reason to stay hmm..wait where was his hat?
He turned glancing at the bar. Yeah left it at the bar, great. "Besides I left my hat at the bar. I'm not leaving without my hat."
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:45 am
Peregrine gave a derisive snort though resisted the urge to roll his eyes - let's act professional here, the more coherent echoes in his brain insisted. "I have a reason," he enunciated precisely, "It's more than two syllables long, so you may not understand - 'precedent'."
...The little pest was worried about a hat? How entirely aggravating. With an effort to keep his response monosyllabic, the angel leaned forward slightly to stare hard at Skittles, "Then go fetch it and leave," he said clearly, each syllable rounded to sharpness.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:09 am
Scion lifted and eyebrow. “Standard, model, example? You are kicking me out cause I don’t meet your standard? Or are you kicking me out as an example to other rift rafh? I don’t think you can technically do that.”
He smiled sweetly at Peregrine as he leaned closed. “Why thank you me luv and what fine breath you have.” He sigh and turned walking away to the bar. “Ooh and my name is Scion,” he called leaning to pick up his hat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:43 am
...All right, he really didn't understand 'precedent'. No use attempting to explain further, he decided staring cooly, arms crossed after the retreating vampire. And what was this calling of the name business? An echo of Odyssean hubris, taunting the bellowing Cyclops? Hubris indeed. Peregrine continued to simply stare in that harsh way, watching the fox's every move for a sign of aggression. It wasn't that he was looking for an excuse, he already had one - at this point it was the more noble persuasion of hostility guiding his actions, a pretense to protecting the weak.
Eden had missed most of the conversation while attempting to drown his temporary woes with thoughts of rhythmically beating his head against the bar. Never. Went. As. Planned. Not that he'd planned this or anything. But there had to be a better way of handling... things in general. He glanced up sharply at Ski--Scion's return, though the edgy fear was absent from his actions post time alone to ponder, even if it'd only been a very short time. "Back already?" he murmured, mostly to himself with a frown for the little fox.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:01 pm
"I'm being kicked out, and I forgot my hat." Scion picked up the fabric and pushed his hair up and settled the hat covering the multi-color hair. "I don't think Peregrine likes me but I really don't care. See you around sometime latter maybe." He gave a little yawn. "I should be out feeding anyways. I want food but guess I can get something edible somewhere else."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:31 pm
'Understatement of the year', Eden wanted to quip. Unfortunately, the stupid thing that came out of his mouth next only served to rival the rest of the stupd things he'd gone through the rest of the afternoon. "What am I going to do with the nachos?" a little despairing, but mostly just confused.
....GOD. The lamia made an involuntary face and a hand came up to cover it. What was wrong with him?
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:34 pm
Scion sat down beside him at that statement, eyes laughing. "Is there a way I can get them to go? I really would like my nachos just seems I won't be able to eat them slowly."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:26 pm
"Anything's possible," Eden said with heartfelt... something. Not quite gratitude, but... but... nachos. He was extremely cautious about anything that might cause stains and the cheese one generally found on those plasticky chips was a regular nightmare for the aesthetically minded lamia. Then, almost offhandedly and as something of a joke as he glanced over his shoulder at Peregrine, who was still watching Scion with an icy stare, "Did you bite him too?" WOW, he really needed a new mouth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:22 pm
"He ran into my other self; Skittles in his strange mind setting tried to take one of his feathers but he did not bite him. My brother..he wasn't like this before. We both had different gifts. He was the quite one, observant one and know it's like he has been broken." Scion eyes fell, darken, and he sat down. "So he officially hates me."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:05 pm
Eden pointedly neglected that his own meeting with Skittles had led to something not unlike hatred. Not the same anger-steeped coldness Peregrine directed towards the fox, surely, but neither one of those warm-fuzzy feelings.
"You're really not alone," the lamia did his best impression of reassurance, leaning heavily on crossed arms over the bar. "I don't know if there's anything he actually likes." Besides his job, maybe. But the other seemed so stressed all the time Eden often wondered whether it was really worth it to the angel, and if not whether he could just leave already--well, no. He got along with Peregrine, for the most part. Just... sometimes that b***h factor... Come to think of it...
"Funny though," he muttered slightly, a matching frown edging over his face, "He's been in such a good mood the past couple days..." The only reason for which Eden could think of being that some big nest of vampires had gone up in flames. But surely he would've heard of something like that...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:48 pm
Scion looked back at Peregrine. "Him in a happy mood? He has the ability to actually smile?" That was really shocking. The guy didn't seem like he could smile with out breaking something. Scion pressed his lips together and finally said. "Who dropped down dead in his life?" Ooo that was wrong but it was probably right. Someone died. Probably someone who wasn't normal in Peregrines neat little mind.
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