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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:43 am
  BUFFET AREA
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD. A magnificent spread of food from all over Megapolis can be found on four long tables, from sauerkraut to cheese and macaroni, caviar to sushi, medium steak to rojak and mee siam, the varieties are endless. There're even a couple of chefs at the sides, standing by to cook you some dishes on the spot.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:44 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:08 pm
[ENTER]
Zone chose a spot at a corner, where he can cree—spy on any suspicious persons around. He grabbed a glass from an incoming waiter, turned around, eyes glued on the people. Taking a few light slow steps, like strolling in the park, holding the tall glass in the wrong way. His hand poised like he was holding a shot glass instead of a wine glass, with one hand in his pocket.
Zone’s eyes feasted on the buffet table, secretly. Tired from all the healthy snacks in the cafeteria, or rather, he has a sweet tooth, he placed the glass down on the table and picked up a spoon and a flan saucer. He glanced around to see if anyone from the academy he knew was watching him.
“Well I guess just having one won’t hurt.” He scooped a bit of the flan and savored the sweet flavor of milk and caramel syrup, spreading inside his mouth. He smiled a little bit. Not his usual terrifying smile, but a smile of satisfaction while he closed his eyes.
Zone could only hope that no one’s watching, because the terrifying detention advisor, acting like this is a disgrace, and a humiliation to be found out. But it was really good though that flan, that he plans to sneak some later.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 4:53 pm
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_©ⓛⓐⓘⓡⓥⓔⓡⓔ ± ©ⓛⓞⓦⓡⓔⓨ ⓔⓘⓡAll at once, a small but powerful fist came straight into Zone's side as he savored his flan.
While he was distracted, Clow had come up from behind to lay down her own 'sisterly' justice on the man. That's right--She'd heard about that little incident with Isaac, and she certainly wasn't pleased to hear it! Though, as she had been coming up to him, Clowrey was taken back by him smiling. It was the first she'd ever seen him grin without anger or annoyance, however goofy it was, and it was like staring at a totally different person...Like looking at someone who was actually content with life and not always perturbed by some heavy, dark chip shouldering them...Seeing that, Clow's fist almost faltered, but she managed to get the punch through anyway.
She blinked a few times, trying to remember why she did that[she was still distracted by Zone smiling] before she started to pout again:
"That was for hurting Isaac!"
Plain and to the point. Sittings her hands on her hips, she stared at Zone straight on...
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Questionable Shapeshifter
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 9:46 pm
That short moment of peaceful bliss, gone in an instant, when Clowrey’s girly fist hit Zone’s side. He was taken by surprise, making the flan slide down out of the saucer then it plummets towards the floor. By that, Zone was back again to his usual self, wearing his typical scowl.
“Kids…always causing a fuss…” He grunted as he looked down to the ruined dessert. “WHAT?!” he quickly turned towards the girl. “Of course, ...it’s gasbag.” He hissed at the rowdy girl.
“What do you want? He’s still alive right?” he tried to lower his voice as much as he could, but it was still loud. Alive? More like he’s still alive because of the boy. Zone wondered how much the girl knew about the incident. Owing the little blond boy was enough, he couldn’t afford to have this boisterous girl know about that too. Not with ‘their’ little accident before.
He would certainly look like a weakling. “Don’t start with me kid.” He said as he placed his hands in akimbo, mirroring the girl. "Shoo. Go, away."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 10:28 pm
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_©ⓛⓐⓘⓡⓥⓔⓡⓔ ± ©ⓛⓞⓦⓡⓔⓨ ⓔⓘⓡOh, they were playing that game, hmm?
Clowrey matched his own scowl and adamantly stayed where she was. She then began to speak in a scolding tone, "he's eight years old, >>jerk face< Ever since she had met Isaac, Clowrey had began to feel rather protective of the young boy...especially after their second meeting, which got rather personal in some ways. There was just no way she could just stand back and let this slide! Sure it was just how BB was, but come on! There had to be some limits! "Don't you know how to keep yourself in check?" she confronted. Boy they were lucky most everyone was still dancing or talking near the floor, and NOT near the buffet...
"I bet you wouldn't like it if you were small and in his place--Did you apologize to him?" she then said, not intending to back down. truthfully, she didn't know too much about what happened--Or at least in great detail. She knew Isaac had found BB injured and tried to help the man...BB was being BB, and Isaac got hurt too. She figured not from BB directly but...
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:05 am
[ENTER]
From across the room, it had looked like Clowrey and Black Blood were getting along. Up close, it looked a lot less so, particularly when Clowrey punched the hero! Isaac's cautious pace across the room turned into an excitable, worried boy with limbs flailing about a bit like he made to push the two apart even though he couldn't reach the two yet.
No more punches were thrown though, and as Isaac settled in front of the two with a soft panting to catch his breath it seemed to boil down to a few unkind words that he only caught the ends of. Something about him that he didn't quite catch...
His hands were put out in front of him palms up as he worked to catch his breath and he made vague motions with his hands like he expected the two to understand.
"Hey-- no--" he finally spat out-- "No, no, no, stop that, please Miss Clowrey-- Clowrey, please don't punch Mister Black Blood--" His eyes went wide for a moment, and he glanced around to make sure no one heard the hero by his public name--
"Stop, stop, don't fight, if he did something wrong it can be fixed so don't be angry okay? He's just kind-of a tough guy he doesn't think about other people much but he doesn't mean any harm I promise!"
Isaac 'Rift' Raziel
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:41 am
‘Wait, what is this loudmouth is talking about?’ Zone thought, wondering what it was that made Clowrey mad at him. Do they always have to fight when meeting each other? Perhaps.
"he's eight years old, >>jerk face<
“And who are you his mother? Shoo! Go and protect your little kid then,” he raised his hand and swung it away from him like driving away some flies. He looked down at the mangled dessert flop on the floor. “It’s bad to waste food you know” he muttered and thought, ‘especially if it’s the delicacies’
“AND what? What did I do to him? I didn’t do anything, gasbag! Come on spit it out! Let’s here it,” he’s probably more mad because of the food.
"Don't you know how to keep yourself in check?"
“What the hell is your problem kid?” he said in a exasperated tone, and his arms made a big outward gesture, his palm apart from each other facing her. His whole body and expression asked. He cannot connect the two together, his incident with the light colored hair shrimp, to why she’s getting mad, particularly reacting now of all time. They were supposed to be in character right? That he somewhat forgot for a moment and remembered.
He grinned awkwardly and said, “Aren’t you enjoying the party too much that you’re mistaking me for a piñata?” he brows twitched.
"I bet you wouldn't like it if you were small and in his place--Did you apologize to him?"
“Okay that’s it! You miss won’t get adopted with that attitude of yours, you have to make a good impression to the guests,” he said trying to stay up with the act. Attempting to signal her where they are, what they are here for, and who’s around them. And not blowing up his temper, that word 'small' rang too loud in his head.
"Hey-- no--"No, no, no, stop that, please Miss Clowrey-- Clowrey, please don't punch Mister Black Blood--"
Zone winced at the sound of his name, which Isaac mentioned. His palm met his face. ‘Kids, that’s why I hate them…’
"Stop, stop, don't fight, if he did something wrong it can be fixed so don't be angry okay? He's just kind-of a tough guy he doesn't think about other people much but he doesn't mean any harm I promise!"
‘This little boy is making it worse,’ he thought.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 4:08 pm
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_©ⓛⓐⓘⓡⓥⓔⓡⓔ ± ©ⓛⓞⓦⓡⓔⓨ ⓔⓘⓡWell Isaac definitely didn't make it better, that's for sure. "Ohhhh no, he is not getting out of this one," Clowrey said stubbornly to the both of them, Isaac in general and when BB tried to keep up the act of them being orphans. However, she didn't get any farther than that when another voice interrupted them.
"Is everything alright here...?"
That quiet, deep, almost monotonous tone was so familiar...No way, it had to be--! Clowrey turned with wide eyes to the two Tasean men who had just arrived at their little scene. The older of the them was tall and broad, standing at a solid 6 feet--Almost like a board! He had a plain expression and dark, shaggy hair, but his brown eyes looked gently to the three. He was dressed in a formal yet simple Tasean attire. The younger one and in a suit, possibly a college student, was of average build[and hardly close to other's height] and had brown locks and eyes. They were...
"D-Da--...Mister Anh! And Maevae," Clowrey exclaimed, catching herself before spouting out 'dad'.
Completely forgetting how angry she was at BB, she was now smiling so blissfully at her family. They got here after all; she could feel her heart all a flutter! "We got a little lost coming inside," Maevae said with a smirk, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. ">>But thankfully for us, we just followed the sound of you screaming,<<" he added in Tasean, smiling widely still. What? As long as it was in a different language, hardly anybody would ever know~
"Ah hah! >>You're lucky I'm in a dress or I'd beat you down so quick, bro<<..." Clowrey replied, keeping up her own smile. Ahh, sibling love...
"Oh, right! Mister Anh Eir and Mister Maevae, these are Isaac--a friend of mine, and Mister Zone--a staff member at the...orphanage," she introduced, "I'm glad you two could make it." Maevae waved a bit, while their father took to a short bow--"I am the adopting father of Clowrey, and Maevae is my son.," he said, being rather quiet for such a large man. He still spoke with a thick Tasean accent, unlike his children who were more fluent at English; "It's is a pleasure to meet you both."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:11 am
"But he didn't do anything really wrong, did he?" Isaac squeaked quietly as someone new spoke up. He took a few strides forward and didn't turn around to glance at who had spoken until he was relatively safe and at Black Blood's side.
The man who had spoken was really tall, and Isaac had to tilt his head up to get a good look-- and the other one, well, he just looked normal, and neither really looked like a villain... Isaac's shoulders relaxed and he scolded himself inwardly for a moment for being so jumpy. He hardly caught the exchange in a different language, hearing clips of it but not really registering that it wasn't the common language they spoke here. Something about screaming and dresses and brothers...
His mother was born in Tasea, and had taught him the language but Isaac hadn't used it since he'd gotten here, and the association was hard to make. Sometimes his mother would speak in it whenever she had something important to tell him, but it flowed so smooth sometimes he didn't even realize she wasn't speaking in the way she normally would, or...
Isaac scratched his head for a moment, wondering why his thoughts had wandered so far from the present. He glanced up at the tall man and smiled apologetically for being so absent minded, and a moment later he was returning the gesture of a bow. His mother had taught him that, too, that you shouldn't try to shake hands with people who bowed in greeting.
"It is a pleasure to meet you too, Mister Anh, and you as well, Mister Maevae."Isaac 'Rift' Raziel
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:40 am
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===
As Hack strutted towards the marvelous looking spread on the buffet table, he couldn't help but feel somewhat... accomplished, important even. He was wearing a tux, had a mission to fulfil, and he had a pretty girl on his arm. All he needed was a gun and some smart quips and he'd practically be James Bond.
Well granted, said pretty girl was really a purple skinned alien in disguise, and the mission was simply not blow his cover, but STILL...
"See anything you fancy eating?" he asked the green haired girl as his own eyes roved over the table. God how was going to choose what to eat? There was some seafood over there... some authentic Tasean cuisine further down... ooh dessert! That flan, glistening all tasty like in the light of the chandelier... irresistable.
He turned to the girl, eyes bright. "Ever tried flan before Freckles?" he asked, already leading her towards the dessert table.
Of course, with his mind fixed solely on getting flan, Hack failed to notice BB, feisty girl, a small blonde boy and several other people huddled together in a group near the flan table, deep in conversation. Instead, he bowled right through them, one arm outstretched to take a plate of flan. He was about to turn around and offer some to Freckles when Murphy's Law happened - he tripped, quite spectacularly one might add, and the flan on his plate took to the air.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The man watched in silent horror, unable to tear his eyes away from the airborne flan's trajectory as it sailed above his head like a moist and wobbly bird... until it landed squarely on someone's shoulder with a quiet splat.
Oh. BB's shoulder.
Really-scary-BB-in-a-really-nice-tux-tonight's shoulder.
He grinned weakly at the other hero and surreptitiously stepped behind Freckles, as if that might somehow hide him from the dark faced man.
Crap
===((YEY sorry it took forever!))
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