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Dendera was dressed in his usual black cut-off top with tight black jeans, black ankle socks, as he prepared for his night time fun for today. He made sure that his bedroom, the basement, and second floor rooms were all locked and that the house was nice and clean. He wanted to make a nice first impression. He shuffled through his house humming to himself, his hips lightly rocking to the tune that played in his head. Once he'd made his way down the steps, bouncing lightly, he turned a corner to see a mirror hanging on the wall.

He pulled the hair-tie from his wrist and pulled his hair up into a ponytail on his head and then turned away from the mirror, continuing to the living room. The door led straight into the living room and so from here he would be able to greet any guests that came. He was slightly worried that no one would come, he would be fine if not a lot of people came but if no one came he would probably feel foolish for throwing a block party in the first place. Maybe it was weird for him to over the option of sleeping-over? This wasn't high school after all...

After he turned his music on he plopped down on his sofa, sinking into the cushions. He pulled his x-box controller up off the seat next to him and turned the console on. He figured he would play a while until someone arrived. He let out a sigh, he hoped someone would arrive anyway. He put on his head-set microphone and started up one of his favorite games, Halo. He was greeted with a few 'Hey Den~'s when he entered. And he smiled to himself, he would always have these times to be pleased about. "Hi guys."

Dendera was in the game, bam bam bam, bang bang bang. He was rushing to a corner to sneak some shots from. Bang! Fatal shot. He grinned to himself as he heard the voices on his headset laughing at how easy it seemed to be for the umbreon. He was rushing down a corridor again now and Snap! He was in his living room again, a man sitting beside him and speaking to him. His red eyes shot up away from the television screen, wide for a moment before relaxing.

"Nope.~" he said cheerfully, in response to the idea that the home was deserted. He glanced at the clock for a moment and then his eyes returned to the new guest. "It's actually just barely the time that I posted so hopefully more people will arrive soon." he added, hoping that statement was true and more did arrive. It might be awkward to have a party with just the two of them.

The umbreon sat up now, pulling himself out of the cushions and extending a hand, still holding the controller with his other hand. "My name is Dendera." he introduced before his eyes went back to the game. Oh how pitiful he was dead. He could hear on the headphones voices asking if he was 'afk' away from keyboard or in this case controller. He pulled the headphone microphone set off so that the voices didn't distract him.

"You play?" that instantly brought a grin to his face. It was fun to play with others but secretly his favorite part of it was whipping their butts. That may have been cocky but the man was confident in his skills with guns, both in games and in real life.

Dendera stared for a moment, taking in the name, memorizing it. It was a peculiar name, one he hadn't heard before so that would probably make it easier to remember. James Bond? Well the umbreon wasn't really all that much like the special agent man on the television but he had served his country, and he would like to think that he'd done some good in the world within his time doing such. "I'm no James Bond, I assure you." he responded, the same sly grin stuck upon his face as his mind was still on the game in front of him, though his eyes were on the feebas.

"I do work with guns though!" he added, proudly retrieving a large hand gun from the holster that lay across his back pocket. The man never went anywhere without Hope and Faith, the names he'd given his most skillful, most well crafted hand-guns. They were his personal weapon of choice. The gun was obviously powerful to anyone that knew the first thing about weapons. It was also fully loaded. Dendera felt that guns shouldn't be used as a threat. For him they weren't a threat but a promise, a promise that said 'Don't test me'.

He may be out of the military service now but he still had that instinct in him from the war. And he didn't trust people, and he'd be damned if he'd be killed for what he had in his wallet. With Den you got one shot, make it count because you won't make another. He smiled, looking down at the gun as though it were something he truly cherished, and he did. He was rather proud of Hope, she was beautiful in his eyes.

Dendera was smiling as his red eyes still looked down at the gun, he remembered every detail on her, every minute he had spent on her. He had put more work into this gun than he had any relationship, friendship or otherwise. "Thank you, I made her myself from scrap." his tone was quiet and soft as he put the weapon away. He actually wanted to show off Faith now since Hope had been received without fear. But the man continued and was asking to play the game and so he wouldn't bring up the fact that his home contained countless more weapons, just all locked away safely.

"I won't have to remind you." he assured him, jokingly of course though in all seriousness if the man did ever spark Dendera's temper he was sure he'd never forget it again. Especially if the two of them ever got into a fight.

"I'd love to." he replied, not bothering to pretend like he wasn't going to drag the man through the dirt in the game. He was confident in his abilities inside and outside of the game. Then it seemed someone else had arrived in his home. "The color is in moving boxes in my bedroom. Nice to meet you." he said in response though of course the feebas had beat him to the greeting and invited the man to play with them.

He got up and got controllers for each of them, handing them to them. Before they could start a lovely lady entered the home. He offered her a smile and responded, "Thank you, Mine is Dendera." but then yet another guest arrived, he was happy to see so many making it to the party. "Dendera Eboni." he introduced again. "Not breaking in, I left the door unlocked and put on the signs that anyone can come on in." he realized how foolish it sounded to open a home like that but if they knew him better they'd know that no one would cross him if they were smart.

Dendera smiled politely as the man talked. He placed three game controllers on the glass table that sat in front of his couch for whomever wanted to join in and kept one for himself. "I'll be sure to go easy on you then." he added, an attempt and leveling the playing field though that was nearly impossible. Dendera loved his shooter games and was talented at them because of the time he'd spent on them.

"It is very nice to meet all of you, I hope you enjoy your time here." he said warmly to the group of people that had come, "I thought it would be a nice way for me to meet people." he admitted, looking down at the controller in his hand for a moment. He wasn't sure it was very proper for a block party to consist of a game of Halo and some snacks but since the guests seemed game for it, he was happy to indulge.

He saw the magmortar's eyes on his weapons, he knew that look. The guns made him nervous. That was common, far too common. He understood that in the wrong hand's they could be a very frightening thing but in his mind, for them to be in his hands was reassuring. He would never actually fire them at a person without a damn good reason to do such. He understood very well the value of a human life. "I'm not going to attack you." Dendera spoke quietly as he leaned towards Lumiente's ear. "If I was going to, I wouldn't need to use the gun, so relax." he thought that would be reassuring though honestly it would probably just be more nerve-wrecking.