Cerena
[Lolol the Fa'e HQ's emptiness isn't actually as bad/noticeable/OH GOD IT'S CRAWWWLING IN MY SKINNNN as all this description might have you believe, it's just Lethe drama-ing to herself like she does naturally.
And sorry for being unable to provide a more interesting RP start than "LOL my Fa'e is sitting like a gray rocky lump staring at the front door." :C]
The Fa'e headquarters had, Lethe found, been dusted over liberally with the sort of musty silence that sank into the bone and settled like cement.
The change was even more disquieting, perhaps because it was a late spring afternoon, a warm and sunny one that brought everyone and their children outside to play in the fresh air, and she had walked in off a street that was filled with raucous conversations and the scampering footsteps of children playing tag.
But there was no one here now -- and she'd been sitting in one of the beanbags for quite a while, arms wrapped around her knees and staring accusingly at the front door -- and, from the looks of things, no one had been here for a while. There were brand-new, untouched tubs of ice cream in the fridge, and coloring books and boxes of crayons that hadn't been opened, and there wasn't any mess in the television room or the training room. There weren't even any strangers lurking about, the usual ones with the usual questions of "What are you? Where did you come from? Where can I get one of you?" (Well, Lethe might've been able to answer once; she was unsure now.)
She had come here to get away from such solitude in the first place, to prevent herself from thinking of such things, and now -- and now even that old dusty gray mop that called himself the werewolf Fa'e wasn't in any of the bedrooms. Granted, she'd initially come to see Lady Airi, but was unable to even locate the entrance to her gardens; Suliko was in the midst of one of her long absences and was therefore unavailable for comment. It was almost as if the entire compound had foreseen her visit...
Lethe breathed in slowly, holding it for several counts before sharply exhaling and sending a mess of bangs scattering over her forehead. Normally being left to her own devices was a cause for celebration and inappropriate plotting; nowadays she just felt tired, drained, and out of ideas.
And sorry for being unable to provide a more interesting RP start than "LOL my Fa'e is sitting like a gray rocky lump staring at the front door." :C]
The Fa'e headquarters had, Lethe found, been dusted over liberally with the sort of musty silence that sank into the bone and settled like cement.
The change was even more disquieting, perhaps because it was a late spring afternoon, a warm and sunny one that brought everyone and their children outside to play in the fresh air, and she had walked in off a street that was filled with raucous conversations and the scampering footsteps of children playing tag.
But there was no one here now -- and she'd been sitting in one of the beanbags for quite a while, arms wrapped around her knees and staring accusingly at the front door -- and, from the looks of things, no one had been here for a while. There were brand-new, untouched tubs of ice cream in the fridge, and coloring books and boxes of crayons that hadn't been opened, and there wasn't any mess in the television room or the training room. There weren't even any strangers lurking about, the usual ones with the usual questions of "What are you? Where did you come from? Where can I get one of you?" (Well, Lethe might've been able to answer once; she was unsure now.)
She had come here to get away from such solitude in the first place, to prevent herself from thinking of such things, and now -- and now even that old dusty gray mop that called himself the werewolf Fa'e wasn't in any of the bedrooms. Granted, she'd initially come to see Lady Airi, but was unable to even locate the entrance to her gardens; Suliko was in the midst of one of her long absences and was therefore unavailable for comment. It was almost as if the entire compound had foreseen her visit...
Lethe breathed in slowly, holding it for several counts before sharply exhaling and sending a mess of bangs scattering over her forehead. Normally being left to her own devices was a cause for celebration and inappropriate plotting; nowadays she just felt tired, drained, and out of ideas.
Kochikens
Mortimer was having a shitty day. It was a late spring afternoon, which meant that the warm sun was heating up his dark fur and making it a b***h so that he did not want to go outside at all. Even worse, when he walked into the street it was filled with so many voices and children not looking where they were going and running into his legs and- Some punkass little kid with pigtails just stepped on his tail. It wasn't worth the fresh air filling up his lungs or being able to fully extend his wings without crashing into the low ceiling of his scummy apartment.
Where to escape this dreadful heat, the annoying high pitched whiney voices of children? The headquarters. It had been heavenly quiet, nobody there save for the rare appearance of some scatterbrained misfit fa'e. Expecting the building to be void, he turned the corner (And nearly tripped over a skateboard) and headed for the usually empty building, seeking relief from, well, just about everything. Not even his usual garb of.. just some torn up shorts was keeping him cool. Fingers wrapped around the handle and he twisted the knob, breathing a sigh of relief as he stepped in.
The exhalation cut off, thick orange brows furrowing and he held his breath, standing in the doorway. That had been unexpected. ".... Do I know you?" Deep, gravelly words came out with air, scratching his sideburns idly, shifting his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. He couldn't recall much of anything that had happened before what he affectionately referred to as 'the incident'. Only a faint recognition, nothing much more than that.
Tail would leave a trail of black grime behind it as he made his way to a couch, and with all the grace of a tired feline threw his weight down on it. AKA, he threw his fat a** down on the sofa and laid with his limbs skewed all strangely where they fell, unwilling to move from the comfortable position even as improper as it was. One taloned foot on the ground and the other extended along the length of the couch, elbow on the arm of the couch and propping up his face. Air conditioning. Lack of sun. Damnit, he should shave his whole body or something, the chunks that were missing fur and black scales showed through were nice and cold. Atleast this girl didn't outwardly appear annoying, and he had developed the bad habit of judging people on appearances. Seemed well groomed enough. Sorta creepy though, had a strange vibe.
Where to escape this dreadful heat, the annoying high pitched whiney voices of children? The headquarters. It had been heavenly quiet, nobody there save for the rare appearance of some scatterbrained misfit fa'e. Expecting the building to be void, he turned the corner (And nearly tripped over a skateboard) and headed for the usually empty building, seeking relief from, well, just about everything. Not even his usual garb of.. just some torn up shorts was keeping him cool. Fingers wrapped around the handle and he twisted the knob, breathing a sigh of relief as he stepped in.
The exhalation cut off, thick orange brows furrowing and he held his breath, standing in the doorway. That had been unexpected. ".... Do I know you?" Deep, gravelly words came out with air, scratching his sideburns idly, shifting his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. He couldn't recall much of anything that had happened before what he affectionately referred to as 'the incident'. Only a faint recognition, nothing much more than that.
Tail would leave a trail of black grime behind it as he made his way to a couch, and with all the grace of a tired feline threw his weight down on it. AKA, he threw his fat a** down on the sofa and laid with his limbs skewed all strangely where they fell, unwilling to move from the comfortable position even as improper as it was. One taloned foot on the ground and the other extended along the length of the couch, elbow on the arm of the couch and propping up his face. Air conditioning. Lack of sun. Damnit, he should shave his whole body or something, the chunks that were missing fur and black scales showed through were nice and cold. Atleast this girl didn't outwardly appear annoying, and he had developed the bad habit of judging people on appearances. Seemed well groomed enough. Sorta creepy though, had a strange vibe.
Cerena
Lethe immediately sat up straight, all thoughts of settling into a good sulk momentarily banished, and stared expectantly at the twisting handle as if she expected an entire party (complete with elephants in funny hats) to come stampeding through the door.
The single Fa'e that emerged was close enough. "FINALLY," greeted Lethe in fanfare, spreading her hands out in front of her as if framing the moment before continuing in the sort of self-satisfied, awed voice that was better used dramatically narrating a documentary, "life."
At least -- she was fairly certain he was Fa'e -- even though she hadn't seen him before. Right? There was something kind of off about him (and it wasn't merely that he was some mammoth hairy hulk of a Fa'e), a kind of tingling in the back of her head that was accompanied by the question, 'Shouldn't you know him?' It was the sort of tingling that she loathed and never listened to, because clearly! Clearly if she had met such an orange-y winged Fa'e before, she would remember, because she was Lethe and remembering was what she did. But since she didn't -- never anyone with the scales, and the whiskers on the face -- clearly she had never met this person before in her life, and clearly the tingling in the back of her head was just a bug flying around or something.
"I don't think so," Lethe answered shortly with the most compelling argument she could think of, "You would probably remember me if you had." Leaning forward, wide-eyed and holding her breath, she watched him collapse as if that single act was the most fascinating thing she had seen all day.
"I'm Lethe, by the way," she added in afterthought, "A river. What are you?"
The single Fa'e that emerged was close enough. "FINALLY," greeted Lethe in fanfare, spreading her hands out in front of her as if framing the moment before continuing in the sort of self-satisfied, awed voice that was better used dramatically narrating a documentary, "life."
At least -- she was fairly certain he was Fa'e -- even though she hadn't seen him before. Right? There was something kind of off about him (and it wasn't merely that he was some mammoth hairy hulk of a Fa'e), a kind of tingling in the back of her head that was accompanied by the question, 'Shouldn't you know him?' It was the sort of tingling that she loathed and never listened to, because clearly! Clearly if she had met such an orange-y winged Fa'e before, she would remember, because she was Lethe and remembering was what she did. But since she didn't -- never anyone with the scales, and the whiskers on the face -- clearly she had never met this person before in her life, and clearly the tingling in the back of her head was just a bug flying around or something.
"I don't think so," Lethe answered shortly with the most compelling argument she could think of, "You would probably remember me if you had." Leaning forward, wide-eyed and holding her breath, she watched him collapse as if that single act was the most fascinating thing she had seen all day.
"I'm Lethe, by the way," she added in afterthought, "A river. What are you?"
Kochikens
Mortimer wasn't the type of creature who liked attention, so to have those eyes trained on him was slightly off putting. More than slightly. Awkwardly he shifted in his spot, lips twisting downwards in a slight frown. Yeah. A little bit more than creepy. Not annoying though. Just creepy. Maybe she needed to get out more.
Unfortunate that he wasn't alone in here, but, well, he needed to get out more too. Didn't want to become some hermit. Although he already sort of was. Damn. Atleast the company didn't seem so bad, wasn't trying to pet or touch him. Down right tolerable, a very good thing. Couldn't argue with her logic either, as strange and obvious as it was. Even if he had known her, he certaintly couldn't recall now, and was just fine with that. New beginings.
Lethe? A river? The chuckle resonated from deep in his chest, expression turning to an amused grin. Atleast she was straight forward. "What am I?" The question was repeated as though it would suffice as an answer. Smirk faded and he moved once more, tail thunking from the couch down onto the floor and scratching at his crotch in a very appropriate manner. "Over-heated and itchy." Comment sounded disgruntled, considering getting up for a drink but feeling too damn lazy. And then brilliance seemed to shine down on his orange mane of often tangled hair, tapping his claws along his jaw rythmically. Lips parted to reveal a set of slightly yellow but very sharp teeth in a smile that could have been handsome. "Names Mortimer, or Anzu, whatever. You look thirsty, should get us something to drink from the kitchen, yeah? Don't want to dry up, i'll turn to dust."
Wasn't obvious if it was a joke or serious, but as long as he didn't have to move he'd be fine with whatever she wanted to believe.
Unfortunate that he wasn't alone in here, but, well, he needed to get out more too. Didn't want to become some hermit. Although he already sort of was. Damn. Atleast the company didn't seem so bad, wasn't trying to pet or touch him. Down right tolerable, a very good thing. Couldn't argue with her logic either, as strange and obvious as it was. Even if he had known her, he certaintly couldn't recall now, and was just fine with that. New beginings.
Lethe? A river? The chuckle resonated from deep in his chest, expression turning to an amused grin. Atleast she was straight forward. "What am I?" The question was repeated as though it would suffice as an answer. Smirk faded and he moved once more, tail thunking from the couch down onto the floor and scratching at his crotch in a very appropriate manner. "Over-heated and itchy." Comment sounded disgruntled, considering getting up for a drink but feeling too damn lazy. And then brilliance seemed to shine down on his orange mane of often tangled hair, tapping his claws along his jaw rythmically. Lips parted to reveal a set of slightly yellow but very sharp teeth in a smile that could have been handsome. "Names Mortimer, or Anzu, whatever. You look thirsty, should get us something to drink from the kitchen, yeah? Don't want to dry up, i'll turn to dust."
Wasn't obvious if it was a joke or serious, but as long as he didn't have to move he'd be fine with whatever she wanted to believe.
Cerena
Mortimer? Mortimer...
Slowly one eyebrow raised, and the opposite eye squinted slightly, so that in-between she looked as if she might sneeze at any moment but the end-result was very clearly a suspicious, calculating expression. She was perfectly content to just sit there and stare at him for a while until she could sort her thoughts out (one of the disadvantages to being human-shaped, she found, was that all one's thoughts were sealed into a distinct head-shaped area, so that one could only have a few out at a time) -- ignoring his 'suggestion' to get them both drinks -- but a mental struggle of 'I look thirsty? Am I thirsty? Should I not uphold what I appear to be?' finally resulted in a quiet decision that yes, perhaps a drink might be nice.
"Yeah, can't imagine," she said at last, rising from her seat and searching for any kind of inane thread of conversation that wouldn't give her immediate thoughts away any more than her previous expression would, "Though I would've loved some other stuff, maybe a tail and horns and whatnot, for intimidation and 'street cred' I think Dusty calls it, I've always been nevertheless glad that I wasn't reborn with fur, it seems a pain to keep clean and dry, and Xo sometimes itches in places." She nodded firmly to herself once she babbled her way to a period, and promptly navigated her way to the kitchen.
It didn't take her long to locate two glasses located in a cabinet she could reach, and thankfully whoever recently restocked the fridge also had the kindness to prepare a largely untouched pitcher of lemonade. Granted, she had no idea how long it had been sitting there; it seemed about the right color though, and when she brought it up to her nose for a whiff, it smelled rightly of lemons and other such fruity things. With his complaints of the heat in mind, she filled one glass partially ice before pouring lemonade liberally in both of them; putting the pitcher away, she grabbed a glass in each hand and shuffled her way back to the living room.
She stopped a short distance away from Mortimer, holding out the glass just out of what would have been an easy arm's reach for him. She tilted her head at an angle and smiled, playing innocence and light as she asked conversationally, "So, Morty, steal any other rock-bound guardians lately?"
Slowly one eyebrow raised, and the opposite eye squinted slightly, so that in-between she looked as if she might sneeze at any moment but the end-result was very clearly a suspicious, calculating expression. She was perfectly content to just sit there and stare at him for a while until she could sort her thoughts out (one of the disadvantages to being human-shaped, she found, was that all one's thoughts were sealed into a distinct head-shaped area, so that one could only have a few out at a time) -- ignoring his 'suggestion' to get them both drinks -- but a mental struggle of 'I look thirsty? Am I thirsty? Should I not uphold what I appear to be?' finally resulted in a quiet decision that yes, perhaps a drink might be nice.
"Yeah, can't imagine," she said at last, rising from her seat and searching for any kind of inane thread of conversation that wouldn't give her immediate thoughts away any more than her previous expression would, "Though I would've loved some other stuff, maybe a tail and horns and whatnot, for intimidation and 'street cred' I think Dusty calls it, I've always been nevertheless glad that I wasn't reborn with fur, it seems a pain to keep clean and dry, and Xo sometimes itches in places." She nodded firmly to herself once she babbled her way to a period, and promptly navigated her way to the kitchen.
It didn't take her long to locate two glasses located in a cabinet she could reach, and thankfully whoever recently restocked the fridge also had the kindness to prepare a largely untouched pitcher of lemonade. Granted, she had no idea how long it had been sitting there; it seemed about the right color though, and when she brought it up to her nose for a whiff, it smelled rightly of lemons and other such fruity things. With his complaints of the heat in mind, she filled one glass partially ice before pouring lemonade liberally in both of them; putting the pitcher away, she grabbed a glass in each hand and shuffled her way back to the living room.
She stopped a short distance away from Mortimer, holding out the glass just out of what would have been an easy arm's reach for him. She tilted her head at an angle and smiled, playing innocence and light as she asked conversationally, "So, Morty, steal any other rock-bound guardians lately?"
Kochikens
Brow quirked as he was once again stared at, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. A childs gaze should be able to make him feel so... He didn't even know the word for it, but he was glad when she stood. Didn't respond to the rambling, barely even listening and not catching the names. The older fa'e watched as she left for the kitchen, frowning inwardly to himself.
Strange girl. Odd vibe. Oh well. Like most of his experiences with others, he'd likely meet this girl once and then never see her again. A depressing thought, but true. Almost a relief to know that if they were a nutcase he'd never have to encounter them again. Had avoided that dreadful girl who he was sure had stuck crayons up her nose and into her brain, and the boy with fire where his brains should be. Wings and feathers decided on their very own that he needed to stretch them, so with a groan of displeasure he moved to a sitting position. Legs splayed out infront of himself and he focused on rolling his shoulders, getting the nasty cramps out of them. Couldn't extend them out, only tense the muscles and ruffle his feathers till he was satisfied. That was the problem with a wingspan large enough to actually lift a beast like him.
Pulled away from self centered thoughts by the sound of foot steps, looking up as he was slouched over and leaning his elbows on his knees. Arm extended to carefully take the drink from her, but his fingers froze on the cup without taking it when she smiled.
It sent a chill down his spine. Not the cup and the ice, but the way she accompanied confusing accusatory words with such an innocent expression. Females. Tch. Snatched the glass away from her, eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded what he was now considering more than a little girl. "I'm going to assume I was supposed to understand that." Raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, stealing a chunk of ice and crunching it between his molars before continuing, gnashing it about. "So you do know me."
Strange girl. Odd vibe. Oh well. Like most of his experiences with others, he'd likely meet this girl once and then never see her again. A depressing thought, but true. Almost a relief to know that if they were a nutcase he'd never have to encounter them again. Had avoided that dreadful girl who he was sure had stuck crayons up her nose and into her brain, and the boy with fire where his brains should be. Wings and feathers decided on their very own that he needed to stretch them, so with a groan of displeasure he moved to a sitting position. Legs splayed out infront of himself and he focused on rolling his shoulders, getting the nasty cramps out of them. Couldn't extend them out, only tense the muscles and ruffle his feathers till he was satisfied. That was the problem with a wingspan large enough to actually lift a beast like him.
Pulled away from self centered thoughts by the sound of foot steps, looking up as he was slouched over and leaning his elbows on his knees. Arm extended to carefully take the drink from her, but his fingers froze on the cup without taking it when she smiled.
It sent a chill down his spine. Not the cup and the ice, but the way she accompanied confusing accusatory words with such an innocent expression. Females. Tch. Snatched the glass away from her, eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded what he was now considering more than a little girl. "I'm going to assume I was supposed to understand that." Raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, stealing a chunk of ice and crunching it between his molars before continuing, gnashing it about. "So you do know me."
Cerena
[SHOOT I fell asleep :CCC ::HAMMERS OUT REPLY:: X, I definitely need to poke you at some point for RP. XD
EDIT: YOU TOO, ZEDRE. >L]
Understand...? Something hot began simmering in the pit of what she supposed to be her stomach; her grip around her own glass tightened. "You don't have to play stupid, you know," she began, though her tone was still one might use to speak to an old, estranged friend. She was annoyed, yes, perhaps even on the brink of anger, but expressing such emotions required a conscious decision on her part and she was too busy still trying to reconcile her previous memories of Mortimer with this practically laid-back giant... thing. "After all the trouble you put me and Lady Airi through, the least you could do is acknowledge it."
It wasn't so much the rock, anymore -- granted, it never was, she never really cared except it was something Lady Airi wanted. In all honesty, Lethe didn't even know if it was an issue anymore: she hadn't heard from Lady Airi in ages (surely she hadn't faded? It would be unsettling to think that a girl clearly so powerful as to summon very primal, ancient forces back into being would be defeated so easily) and Morty was clearly... not on the run anymore. No, it wasn't the rock so much as his not remembering her.
He was just playing. He had to be. Remembering to at least pitch her tone a little higher, to show some of her discomfort, she declared brashly, "What are you even doing here? I'm surprised you didn't burst into flames on the spot, coming through the doorway!"
The motion of his jaws crushing the ice between his teeth was not something that was lost on her -- but she was fairly certain that while Morty was a thief and a liar and a cheat, and appeared to be something very close to a monster now, he was not the kind to tear someone to shreds. Much less someone who had just brought him a glass of lemonade.
EDIT: YOU TOO, ZEDRE. >L]
Understand...? Something hot began simmering in the pit of what she supposed to be her stomach; her grip around her own glass tightened. "You don't have to play stupid, you know," she began, though her tone was still one might use to speak to an old, estranged friend. She was annoyed, yes, perhaps even on the brink of anger, but expressing such emotions required a conscious decision on her part and she was too busy still trying to reconcile her previous memories of Mortimer with this practically laid-back giant... thing. "After all the trouble you put me and Lady Airi through, the least you could do is acknowledge it."
It wasn't so much the rock, anymore -- granted, it never was, she never really cared except it was something Lady Airi wanted. In all honesty, Lethe didn't even know if it was an issue anymore: she hadn't heard from Lady Airi in ages (surely she hadn't faded? It would be unsettling to think that a girl clearly so powerful as to summon very primal, ancient forces back into being would be defeated so easily) and Morty was clearly... not on the run anymore. No, it wasn't the rock so much as his not remembering her.
He was just playing. He had to be. Remembering to at least pitch her tone a little higher, to show some of her discomfort, she declared brashly, "What are you even doing here? I'm surprised you didn't burst into flames on the spot, coming through the doorway!"
The motion of his jaws crushing the ice between his teeth was not something that was lost on her -- but she was fairly certain that while Morty was a thief and a liar and a cheat, and appeared to be something very close to a monster now, he was not the kind to tear someone to shreds. Much less someone who had just brought him a glass of lemonade.
Kochikens
Mortimer had decided the moment he took the glass in his hand that he was going to do whatever it took to make sure that it would not get broken. The last two times he had come to this place, something horrible always happened to his mugs and it was usually never his fault. This time, nothing was going to happen to it. For no reason was he going to drop or break it. No matter how annoyed or angry he became, his wrath would not be taken out on this poor little glass.
He listened patiently to Lethe, eyes taking on a sort of dull glazed over quality to them eventually. It meant he wasn't really paying attention to her angry ranting. Caught some little tidbits, but he was focused on the cold of the lemonade soaking into his palm then into his blood stream, spreading it around his body pleasantly. Took a sip and let it sit on his tongue, annoyance leaving him as the lemonade slipped down his throat.
The most he could gather from the few seconds he listened was that he had done something in the past to piss this little girl off. Something about some chick named Airi, something else about bursting into flames, and some other nonsense about him playing stupid. They obviously had not been friends. Too bad, as he had so far only encountered strangers, save for one or two who were imprinted strongly enough in his mind that he hadn't forgotten them. Even those faces had so quickly faded and he knew he'd have trouble recalling them. Progressive deterioration? Not caring?
Finished with spacing out and getting lost in his own thought. "I am so very very very sorry for not being set on fire for my horrible deeds. But if I once knew you, or knew what the hell you were talking about I now don't. Thanks for the lemonade."
Went to raise the beverage to his lips, but the condensation and sweat that had built up on his palm were too mighty of a force. Claws against glass screeched before the drink fell from his grasp and fell to the ground. His frown, staring down at the mess on the floor could not be properly expressed by any word other than, "Aw ******** class="clear">
He listened patiently to Lethe, eyes taking on a sort of dull glazed over quality to them eventually. It meant he wasn't really paying attention to her angry ranting. Caught some little tidbits, but he was focused on the cold of the lemonade soaking into his palm then into his blood stream, spreading it around his body pleasantly. Took a sip and let it sit on his tongue, annoyance leaving him as the lemonade slipped down his throat.
The most he could gather from the few seconds he listened was that he had done something in the past to piss this little girl off. Something about some chick named Airi, something else about bursting into flames, and some other nonsense about him playing stupid. They obviously had not been friends. Too bad, as he had so far only encountered strangers, save for one or two who were imprinted strongly enough in his mind that he hadn't forgotten them. Even those faces had so quickly faded and he knew he'd have trouble recalling them. Progressive deterioration? Not caring?
Finished with spacing out and getting lost in his own thought. "I am so very very very sorry for not being set on fire for my horrible deeds. But if I once knew you, or knew what the hell you were talking about I now don't. Thanks for the lemonade."
Went to raise the beverage to his lips, but the condensation and sweat that had built up on his palm were too mighty of a force. Claws against glass screeched before the drink fell from his grasp and fell to the ground. His frown, staring down at the mess on the floor could not be properly expressed by any word other than, "Aw ******** class="clear">
