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 Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:56 pm
Private RP between Flare, Fenn (Syusaki) and Kaosu and Runt (Count).
Location: Outside bookstore
Time: Little after noon
Weather: Partly cloudy
Flare liked her job, really. But spending endless hours wracking her brain for video game designs could only work for so long. Which was why another hobby was necessary.
She stood in the middle of an empty aisle, sandwiched between two oak bookcases that stretched to the ceiling. Far as the woman could tell, she was the sole occupant in the store, save for the clerk that dutifully stayed by the register, looking like he was ready to fall asleep at a moment’s notice. Her narrowed eyes never strayed from the off-white pages of the book that was carefully balanced on her left arm. Flare scanned each line with the utmost of care, moving from one word to the next to the next, never missing a word.
Satisfied with the contents of the book, she firmly snapped it shut. Her fingers gently outlined the golden letters engraved on the leather cover before finally strolling to the clerk. “I’d like to purchase this book, please,” Flare called out, startling the drowsy man.
He took a few brief seconds to take in the woman’s semi-formal attire. A crisp white shirt under a black vest paired with black slacks. For all he knew, she could have been on a lunch break from her work and he wouldn’t know the difference. Throwing her a wary look, the clerk continued with the purchase and dropped gleaming coins into her hand as change. “Have a nice today.”
“Thank you,” she answered in a polite tone, immediately opening the book and flipping to the page where she had left out, strolling out of the store, completely unaware of her surroundings.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 10:36 pm
Alone. Runt was definitely growing used to being alone.
Cheerfully the young Essentic explored the streets of Vargash, poking around like a child released on a playground. This was the third time this week Kaosu had kicked her out of the apartment for being too noisy, and she was beginning to learn that running wild on her own could be fun. There were countless adventures to be had all over the city! She missed having company, but her ill tempered owner was not exactly good company to begin with. And for now, since there were hardly any people about, she was free.
The proto liked to invent missions for herself to fend off boredom. Runt was still trying to decide what today’s task would be when the door of a nearby store cracked open. Instinctively she darted for the cover of a nearby bench, knowing that she was not supposed to allow strangers to spot her.
A… girl? What was that in her hand? Runt peered at her curiously, wishing she could take a closer look. The human seemed to be focusing on some bound parcel of paper rather intently. How odd. Runt had never seen Kaosu do anything of the sort before. Maybe there was something wrong with this chick? This situation was too interesting to pass up. She needed to investigate further. Sure, Kaosu would yell at her for revealing herself, but he was going to be angry at her for running off anyways. What harm could it do?
Stalking Flare like a kitten stalking a butterfly Runt followed along for a few long moments. The entire time she was quickly formulating a battle strategy. First, she would spark a flame by the woman’s hand. That would force her to drop the mysterious object. Runt would use this opportunity to snatch it and run. Her plan was foolproof!
…Except for the fact that she was following Flare rather loudly. It was pretty impossible to be sneaky in the middle of a sidewalk, especially for a newborn like Runt.
Meantime Kaosu moodily searched the neighborhood for his pain-in-the-a** missing Essentic. Goddamnit, why couldn’t she just wait patiently outside where he left her?
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:17 pm
It didn’t take long for Flare to notice that she was being followed. She may be deeply engrossed in her book, but large noises were not necessarily tuned out. In fact, Flare didn’t think she even could be oblivious to boisterous sounds. They were so . . . noisy. How could she not notice?
Rather than the obvious choice of stopping in her tracks and let the stalker realize that Flare knew, she decided to casually keep strolling. A display window rolled by, letting her catch a fleeting glance of the pursuer. The reflection didn’t reveal much, other than the fact that it was small and probably a child.
Which probably meant it was safe to stop.
There was no warning when the woman ceased walking, calmly prepared for the common possibilities that would happen next: nothing, a surprised squeak, someone bumping into her, those sorts of things. Flare wasn’t particularly worried, but not entirely relaxed either.
“Do you happen to have any business with me?” she inquired, angling her head to look behind, but her gaze always flickered back the opposite way. “Or just having a little fun in town?” She smiled softly.
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