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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:21 pm
Something's Fishy--- private role-play
Players: Sevilin and Varuns
Setting: Gambino supermarket; early morning
--- He'd been a good boy for as long as he could stand it. He humored Meli and Aki. But there came a time when his.... certain needs had to be met. He was only ....! whatever he was. He wasn't a super hero with nerves of steel and perfect self-discipline. He needed! He needed saltwater taffy! Oh, yesss he did. It had been far too long since he had just a lil taste. We`rika had given him a little bit of cash for things like this and, well, Sevilin was never one to say no. A car horn blared to his right and the little frei quickly yowled as he ran through the pedestrian walkway and into the Gambino supermarket. Jeezums, he almost got run over! He needed to pay better attention, but lately he had only felt more and more distracted. Melisande had caught him a few times just staring off into space in their room for hours on end. It was weird. A lot of things were weird lately. He just felt blaaah. Ever since that party, Sevilin had been tired, a bit moody, and his hair! OH MY GOD! His hair! It was getting all gritty and clumpy again! It looked like purple straw. And he forgot his good shampoo at home, so the best he could do for today was pull it back in a high ponytail and pretend he just got out of the shower. The little sea fairy didn't know this supermarket very well, so he decided to be systematic about this and float up and down the aisles until the candy aisle came into sight. So far the blue raevan had encountered processed lunch meats and cheese blocks. Bleh. Where the bl-- Sevilin gasped. "The..." Frozen seafood section!! "Ohhhhh..." Sevilin groaned even as he floated over to inspect the slaughter. All these poor sea critters caught, killed and frozen for human pleasure. WHY WERE THE HEAVENS SO CRUEL?! Face pressed against the glass, the little frei gave the butcher the worst glares he could muster while he mumbled a silent prayer to his fellow ocean dwellers.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:36 am
He did not want to be here anymore.
Kinsey was never here. She was not happy about having to go to work and leave her charge home alone, but she had a job, and the funny thing about having jobs was having to actually go to work and put hours in in order to stay on the good side, keep getting hours and keep getting paid. And if your charge was there, he had to be quiet and not snarl at every other male in the police station. There were a lot of males in the police station.
Ford always went with Kinsey, so she didn't need to worry about that. The young woman threatened Varun wildly against flooding the house or breaking anymore dishware. She hadn't said anything about leaving, though. Never in a million years would she dream her redhead would slip out even though the rule was entirely implied.
As long as she kept implying in and never spoke it, Varun decided, he didn't have to follow it as long as he wasn't caught breaking it. Besides, they were more like guidelines, anyways. No one told him what to do.
One could only stay in the bathtub for so long. Heaving himself out, the young Raevan shook off like a wet dog, staying only long enough to brush his hair and pull it back in a messy bun (an intentionally messy bun, thank you very much), pull his armor on (who needed a coat? He was a man, he didn't need a coat!) and the Raevan was off, out of the apartment and into Gambino at large.
It only took the seasonal Frei a moment to figure out where he wanted to go. Wings beating rapidly as though he had far too much energy, he flitted down sidewalks and across streets, curling his lips at cars and pedestrians alike when either beast dare try to cross his path. It worked well. He got to the supermarket very quickly. With only one thing on his mind, he took a left as soon as he entered the store and began darting down aisles, looking for the one with the freezers. He was so hot, so very hot, if he could just get colder, he would-
He all but ran into Sevilin, wings flaring as he screeched to a halt. Tipping his head in a confused frown, he tapped Sevilin's shoulder. "Sevilin, Queen of the Red?" he asked. The older Raevan looked different without his costume, but how many other fish could there be?
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 6:51 pm
Queen of the--?
Peeling his face from the plate-glass that guarded the frozen fish from germy costumers, Sevilin turned around at the strange title and broke out with a smile. "Oh, Varun! Haha Queen of the Red, eh? I like that!" He wondered if he could start making every call him that. It did good things to his ego.
His bright smile dimmed when he recalled the last time they had met. "Hey.... Are you okay?" The little frei's voice lowered solemnly as he floated closer to the red aquatic raevan, placing a gentle hand on his forearm. "I... wanted to talk to you, but you left .. before I could...." His eyes drifted up from Varun's chest to his face, growing big and wet. "Do you need a hug?!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 8:44 am
Varun struggled violently with the urge to rip his hand away from Sevilin, but was soon distracted by his affectionate gaze and strange inquiry. The Leviathan blinked and flicked his wings out to the side, tipping his head as he tried to determine what, exactly, the other aquatic Raevan was trying to ask him. "Fine. Varun is fine," he started, shrugging. It was easiest to pretend nothing had happened at all, though the gaping wound in his shoulder was a painful reminder that ignorance was not always bliss.
"A hug? Varun can talk. Hug, though?" He shrugged and shook his head, doing his best to convey his thoughts on the matter. "Do not know that word," he finally clarified, pained to admit that sort of defeat. "Is like talking?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:45 pm
All of the air in the grocery store was sucked into Sevilin's mouth as he gasped in absolute horror. "You've never been HUGGED?!" No, well, maybe he just didn't know the word. Benefit of the doubt, Sevilin. But he had a lingering suspicion Varun didn't get many hugs. All the tough Raevans seemed to have that in common. Which was really sad; just because they were big didn't mean they didn't have feelings and needed some hugs from time to time. Everyone needed a hug once in awhile.
Spreading his arms wide, he motioned for the red frei to come closer with a few flicks of his wrists. "C'mere! Dun worry! This won't hurt, they're a lotta fun, believe me!" Giving his friend his most harmless smile, he waited for the skeptical raevan to come to him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 8:16 am
Varun blinked, tipping his head at Sevilin's apparent horror. While the blue Frei clearly didn't approve of the leviathan's lack of experience in the hugging department, the redhead wasn't particularly concerned. The other aquatic Raevan, however, wasn't about to let this grave offense pass. Narrowing his eyes a fraction, Varun flicked his wings and tipped his head in the other direction, trying to determine what the older Frei was trying to do to him. Still, Sevilin didn't really stir up any aggressive feelings.
Folding both sets of fins against his body, Varun floated forward cautiously. He did not embrace the sea fairy, he had no idea he was supposed to, and simply hovered, looking, well, confused. "What is this? Like dancing?" he asked. It certainly wasn't like fighting, or Sevilin would have come after him by now. "Do not see the fun," he added, brows furrowing as the seasonal Frei watched Sevilin, his expression nothing short of baffled.
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