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 Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 11:06 pm
Naomi Naomi shook her head at Erryl's question. "People in my land have simple coloration, as in yours. I have seen only one person with an unusual hair color, but it was such a dark blue it could be mistaken for black." And he wasn't even human. Her tone was light, almost amused. Before this cafe, she had never considered the possibility that purple could be a hair color. Eyes, perhaps, but not hair. The newcomer drew her attention. "I might be," she agreed. "No harm in asking, though." None of the names he listed off as coming from sounded at all familiar. He came from an alien world. "I come from M'Ardiel, born in Temas Forest. My world is peaceful on the surface." She took another sip of her coffee. "So your world has several races?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 11:31 pm
~ Erryl ~ Nodding his head, Erryl shifts slightly so that his body language is more inclusive towards the purple-haired man. "The land I come from is called Teferil." He glances at both to see if the name means anything to them. If not, he won't go into further detail, since giving the name of his county, city, and estate would do little good. "Our general concept of 'races' however, are all just types of human. As far as we know, there are no other intelligent peoples." He shrugs his shoulders at this. "Though, if such races do exist, they are wise to keep themselves hidden." Gesturing towards the purple-haired man, he asks, "What do you call yourself?" Whether he means the man's race, or his personal name, is not clear. He smiles wryly to Naomi as she is careful to make sure to qualify the type of peace her world has. But his only comment to her for now is, "So, the coffee is growing on you? Or do you just not care for waste?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 6:52 am
~Celestin~ "My world would be a shock for both of you," he said as he sipped his tea. "Then again, your worlds would be a shock for me, based on what you're saying." To the girl, he said, "Purple hair isn't so strange. Immortals have stranger hair and eye colors than mine, and supposedly, the gods have hair colors people can't fathom."
"My world has many races, yes. Most are bent on killing each other; Immortals even enslaved the humans. The more important races can cause almost an apocalyptic battle scene due to the amount of magic they possess. And the Fae will just eat you at any given moment, or they may poison you into a coma, and store you for later."
He sipped his tea and leaned back against the bar, propping himself up with his elbows, and leaving his thin, bare stomach exposed. No one ought to kill him, and if they tried, it would be instant regret. On their part. He yawned; today had been a long day. He turned to the man about his question.
"Well," he said slowly, pondering how much information he should be giving out, "my name is Celestin. And you?" He turned to the woman. "And you?"
Humans were on the brink of rebellion back home, and these two did seem to be humans. He felt a little on edge. Slave rebellions were always the bloodiest, and he did his best to remain neutral. It might not be safe to assume these two would respect his stance if they turned out to be anywhere near as violent as the humans back home. Etaeve, please don't make me fight these people.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:16 pm
Naomi Naomi shook her head at Erryl with a faint grimace. "Long travels have taught me that nothing should be wasted, for there are times when you are desperate for the simplest things." She listened with fascination at the stranger's explanation of the races in his world, a small nudge of gratitude that her world, though less than perfect, seemed to be less chaotic than his. At least draclins didn't try to eat the other races. She gave a brief prayer of appreciation to Ri'Siura for creating a balanced world. Celestin. What a strange name. She bobbed her head to acknowledge his introduction. "You can call me Naomi." Her tone, mostly neutral, held a hint of warmth. As long as she was in this strange place alone, she might as well protect herself from conflict by not alienating anyone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:24 am
~ Erryl ~ Erryl scowls slightly at Celestin's words. "More slavery," he says, one of his fists clenching. "Even across worlds it seems an impossible thing for people to leave others alone." His lips draw together in a thin line. "Immortals, you say? Is this a euphemism for something else?" he inquires, his tone polite but with a hint of steel beneath it. Then the strange looking man gives his name and Erryl's features relax slightly as he gives a polite nod of his head. "Ah, forgive me. The name is Erryl." And he extends a hand in greeting. He turns towards Naomi. "I'm afraid I know very little about how it feels to go without. My life was more fortunate in such regards." What he left unsaid was that he had a great deal of problems of a different sort. "Still, if those who had much did not waste, then there would be more for those who had less." He shrugs his shoulders.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:41 am
Jóna Her eyelids flickered. Jóna woke slowly, sensation returning one inch at a time over her body. The scratch of a rough blanket against her skin, two warm arms encircled possessively around her middle, and the soft exhale of a man against the back of her neck. Her body ached in all the right ways. Who the hell was she with? Jóna squinted a peek over her shoulder. Oh right. The bear-choker himself. She snuggled down deeper within his arms for a moment. She couldn't wait to get back and tell someone--anyone--about her saucy night with the wild Siberian. He might be a little rough around the edges, but he took direction exceedingly well. A salacious grin worked its way to her lips as she recalled the events of the previous night. Burn it all. She'd give her left tit to relive it. After savoring a moment of warmth, she wiggled gently free of his grasp, pecking a light kiss on his slack face, before escaping to the bathroom to evacuate her straining bladder. She snatched up her clothes along the way so she could dress. Her stomach also gave off a warning rumble. Its complaints were only just beginning.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 1:24 am
Yakov He noticed the pressure relieved from his arms and a light tug on the blankets. Yakov stirred, vodka still heavy on his breath. He pried open an eye to see a figure having disappeared into the bathroom. "Mmmmmm," he groaned, "Nathalia, where you going?" He let his eyes close, still heavily intent on sleeping. "Yakov gets lonely," he muttered, sounding as pitiful as possible.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 1:40 am
Jóna She listened with a half-cocked ear through the cracked bathroom door, smiling despite herself. Whatever it was about that man, she found it irresistible. If he had been elven she would be sincerely worried she might be in big trouble. This much rapid affection for a singular individual could be construed as the beginnings of a deeper bond. Thankfully, he was human so she didn't mind indulging herself a little. Returning to the main bedroom, she leaned across the mattress, bracing one knee against it and sinking down, careful to keep her main body just out of reach of Yakov's snaring arms. Reaching in, she tapped the the end of his nose with her fingertip. "I'm sorry, my fierce choker of bears, but Jóna is hungry. For something other than Yakov," she clarified before he could misconstrue her statement--purposefully or otherwise. "You can join me getting something to eat or you can sleep." She arranged the blankets around him as if tucking in a child, smiling down fondly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 1:53 am
Yakov Yakov squinted his eyes open, furrowed one brow, then both, then made a half-smile, then kinda moved his arm a little bit, then awkwardly opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately said nothing. The sequence of events to process was too much for his mind as he watched the woman he had just bedded return, only to treat him with such tenderness. She was certainly not one of the cold-hearted prostitutes of Siberia, and definitely nothing like Nathalia-- thankfully, nothing like Nathalia. He contemplated his options, having more laid before him than just a choice between sleeping and breakfast. Finally, he managed words. "... 'Kay." His head lulled to the side and he was out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 1:59 am
Jóna Smiling, she brushed his hair back off his forehead with one last lingering look, studying and memorizing his features, before she left, padding away quietly out of the room. Jóna retreated to the main part of the cafe, which was buzzing with activity. She found herself at the counter, debating her options for breakfast. Finally she ordered a muffin and tea, retreating to one of the tables to wait for it. Meanwhile, she picked through her dark curls, untangling them from the wreck Yakov put them into. She probably looked like a proper mess, but then again, she probably was one. With a self-satisfied smile, she abandoned her curls to their wildness and waited demurely for breakfast.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 10:36 am
~ Erryl ~ As the elven woman comes out for breakfast, Erryl notices the motion and glances towards her. The glance soon becomes a stare, and for a few moments it even looks offended and incredulous. Then he shakes his head to himself and turns back to those he was sharing a conversation with. After all, if a man can show up with naturally purple hair and grey skin, why should he balk at a woman wearing practically nothing? Why indeed!
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:37 pm
Jóna Gathering her tea and breakfast, Jóna swept a look around the cafe for a free table. There was a smattering of other patrons gathered, some of them conversing with one another. She picked an empty table, kicking her feet up on it and sipping her tea with a long, contented sigh. Her stomach settled, aggravated to have only had vodka in it for so long. She chanced a look around. The typical, unusual lot seemed to be gathered within the cafe's belly. She wondered what she could expect next.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 7:01 pm
~Celestin~ Celestin's face paled as he anxiously glanced around the cafe at the newcomers. He wished he had more to cover himself with, and he was sure that at some point he would be forced to unveil what lay beneath his cloak. And he knew what would happen -- they would call him a freak, and it would be more than he could take. Etaeve, what the hell have I gotten myself into?
He focused on the girl and echoed, "Naomi." It was a pretty name, one that didn't feel the need to make a big deal out of itself. He liked the way the name easily rolled off of his tongue.
To the man, he said, "Immortals are magical humans who live forever and have strange appearances." He left out the part about searching for a way to annihilate their existence. "Erryl," he repeated slowly, also extending his hand.
He sipped the last of his tea and put the mug on the counter silently, pressing his back into the bar. Anxiety filled him, and he considered leaving. If only Sera was here; she always knew how to calm his nerves.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:31 am
Naomi Naomi frowned in agreement with Erryl's take on slavery. "No matter where you go, there will be those who think themselves superior. It's inescapable." She shrugged at Erryl's response to her own statement. "It's what happens when you don't settle down in one place for a home and a wage. I don't mind it; I see many sights traveling." The sound of a door opening in the back of the cafe caught her attention. A woman with dark curls emerged from the back, somewhat disheveled. Naomi hadn't realized there was more to the cafe than the dining area; she would have to keep that in mind. This place was definitely more than it seemed to be. With the way the woman kicked her feet up on an empty table after ordering breakfast, Naomi surmised that the stranger was familiar with the establishment. She glanced at Erryl and almost chuckled. The man stared incredulously at the new woman. Shrugging, she looked back at the woman. "You look like you've been here a while. Can you tell me anything about this place other than how it's strange?" Celestin echoed her name and she turned her attention to him. "That's right. Naomi. So Immortals are humans with magic, huh? That sounds like a lot of trouble. I'm going to assume you hate them?"
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