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xX-Abyss-Rayne-Xx Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 8:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 11:26 pm
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► The Night Owl. Place sounded familiar, but Rhys hadn't ever been there. As long as they had decent food, she was fine with wherever they went. The nickname hit her ears and she had the sudden urge to pick Mithllo up and break him into two pieces. That was the worst name yet. Cherry pop. It was sickeningly adorable, and she couldn't stand to ever have someone call her that. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she turned to Mithllo, grabbing him by the shirt. Her blush was almost as bright as her hair. "Absolutely not Cherry pop," she warned, red hot rage mixing with embarrassment. She had the funny feeling he was going to call her that incessantly because he was that kind of guy. She let him go and then unlocked her car, climbing into the driver's seat. "Get in," she commanded.
It definitely struck Rhys as odd that she was getting food with Mithllo, for obvious reasons. She never wanted to be in the same place as him for more than 10 minutes, and she had just punched him in the gut, and now he wanted to get food with her? Raise your standards, man. When they took their seats, she picked up a menu and started reading. "If you get to call me a ridiculous nickname, you get one too," she said, scowling at him from across the table. "Any preferences?" she asked. Desert flower might sound to affectionate. Maybe she should call him something grosser, like black licorice, or Lollipop. Loverboy, Ladylove, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// Apple bottoms jeans/ boots with the fur (with the fur)/ the whole lookin' at him (look at him) he hit the floor/ something something/ shorty got Mithllo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 11:36 pm
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║  Mithllo dark eyes lit up the moment he noticed the blush, and his grin spread from ear to ear. "Awww! You're blushing! Cherry Pop it is!~♥" When he had been released he practically skipped into the passenger seat, sliding in and buckling himself up. He whistled a happy tune until they reached the cafe. Then he unbuckled and hopped out.
He picked up his menu and crossed his long legs as he glanced it over, still partially whistling. "Mmm, let me hear em. I'm sure you'll come up with something good if you put your mind to it." He encouraged, flipping the menu closed once he came to his decision.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: Is she blushing?!
Company: Rhys
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:17 am
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► No, no, no. Not Cherrypop. It was worse than all of the others. Rhys could never, ever see Mithllo again in public. Ever. She stayed silent, trying to fend of the heat pooling in her cheeks and ears. She didn't like how happy Mithllo looked at the expense of her embarrassment. She almost expected him to blow a kiss and wink when he walked away.
She stared at the menu, suddenly feeling pressure. She wasn't as obnoxious or as clever as Mithllo. He was leagues ahead of her, and she figured he knew it. She scanned the menu, picking something that looked pretty spicy, and stared, stone-faced at Mithllo. "Blackberry pie," she offered, thinking more. Something way too cutesy for comfort. "Honey Cake. Sugar lips. Dickerdoodle." she prattled them off, spending a lot of concentration at keeping a straight face.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:44 am
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo tried his best not to laugh, he really did. He placed his chin on the backs of his hands and he watched her intently as he smiled, looking an awful lot like the cat that swallowed the canary as he listened to the list of names.
"Sugar lips makes it sound like you want to kiss me." He teased, giving a playful wiggle of his eyebrows up at her. "Do you want to kiss me CherryPop?" Was this harassment of his co-workers? Probably.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: Is she blushing?!
Company: Rhys
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 1:26 am
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► This had gotten out of hand. Rhys was no Casanova, and she had no tact when it came to flirting. Mithllo was her worst enemy right now, and she had just nearly lost the ability to form a coherent thought. Her face lit up again, hearing that horrible nickname and then being accused of wanting to kiss him. Truth be told, Rhys' list of lovers was small. It was out of fear and just a general disinterest for romance. She didn't want to break any bones if she got too eager, and she'd seen a thousand love stories come into her shop. Her mouth opened, as if she was going to speak, but instead she resorted to kicking Mithllo from under the table. "No," she said firmly, looking away from his way-too content grin. Her mouth quivered as she tried to keep a straight face. He made her so angry.
"That wouldn't even work. My tusks would get in the way," she added, leaning forward with clenched fists. Gotta keep calm, no fighting in a restaurant with so many, many breakable things. Rhys tried to focus on something else. A really horrible pet name, something that Mithllo would hate. "How about Cactus cat?" She asked indignantly, scowling at him enough to rival his smile. She was still leaning forward, challenging Mithllo.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 1:37 am
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo winced as he was kicked under the table, adjusting himself so he could rub his now sore leg. "Your tusks won't get in the way, they're kinda cute." He teased, flashing her a quick smile before adjusting once more, still listening as she tried to come up with a name for him.
"Cactus cat's not too bad, definitely keep that one on the shelf of possibilities." He took up his spot, leaning forward on his hands, smiling at her.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: I deserved that.
Company: Rhys
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:11 am
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► Rhys hated this flattery, it was something she really couldn't handle. Her tongue appeared over her lips instinctively to lick at one of her tusks. She looked away from Mithllo, pouting as her blush receded. "I'm not cute," she muttered. I'm manly as hell. If only he could shut his mouth for a little bit, she would be able to think. He was distasteful and unwanted. She hardly ever saw him. He was her least favorite Candy. "Black Licorice. That's what you get," she said directing her pout away from him. "I don't want my Cacti to remind me of you."
A waitress came to take their order, interrupting the scene. Rhys sat up straight and said her order clearly, in the most subdued voice Mithllo may ever hear from her. She only spoke that way to employees, close friends, and whenever she wasn't getting riled up, which wasn't ever a thing with Mithllo around. When the waitress had left, she turned back to Mithllo and stretched her legs out under the table, leaning on one elbow. There was hardly any room for her under there. She waited for him to make his next move, her tongue poking through her lips to bother one of her tusks again. Cute? More like inconvenient.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:42 am
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo whistled impressed with the name choice, before giving his order to the waitress before she could retreat. Then his attention was on Rhys all over again. "Black Licorice isn't so bad, an acquired taste. I like the name~" His smile brightened slightly, and when she mentioned the cute thing again he chuckled.
"You don't give yourself much credit Rhys, you're cute as hell. Anyone would be lucky to have you." He remarked, making a dismissive gesture with his hand. He gave a stretch even, checking his pockets. "And don't worry, I can pay for my half of the meal." He reassured her, flashing another smile.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: She underestimates herself.
Company: Rhys
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:59 am
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► Mithllo managed to find a complement in everything, especially when the complement was being applied to himself. It was something that was insanely aggravating. Not even the nickname phased him, and Black Licorice was pretty much no one's favorite candy. "O-Oh," was all she said as a reply, genuine smile spreading across her face. She tried to hide it by directing her gaze toward the table and instead of at Mithllo. "Thanks." Now she had to complement him back, right? That's how this works? "I really do think you look nice," she offered, shifting positions in her seat.
Honestly, Rhys hadn't even thought of checking whether or not he could pay. That would have really spoiled this interaction. "Good," she said, "otherwise I'd kick your a**." Beyond their usual banter, Rhys really couldn't come up with a conversation topic. Nor did she feel like trying, but sitting and silently waiting for food seemed weird. "So," she began, thinking of something to ask him. "Needles?" she asked, in regards to his weapon of choice.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// I'm waiting for Mithllo to make a move ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:59 pm
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo knew a lot of things could be taken as a compliment if you looked at them the right way. It was something that took him years of practice to do. He kept on smiling when he noticed her smiling at the table, "The table didn't do the complimenting." He teased, before a brief look of surprise crossed over his features until his smile returned. "Thanks for the compliment!~"
He chuckled lightly hearing the threat, still smiling. "I know, don't worry I always pay for my bill." He reassured her, before her question about his needles caused him to pause. He leaned back in his seat slightly, legs crossed as one hand slid into one of the many hidden pockets and he tugged out three of his needles.
"You mean these? What about them?" He asked, twirling all three between his fingers.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: So cute~
Company: Rhys
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:38 pm
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► Rhys couldn't deny that surprising Mithllo with a complement felt a little good. It wasn't that her default was mean, she was just so quick to irritate, and using her words wasn't her strong suit. When she wasn't angry, she was a pretty easygoing person, albeit even more quiet then when enraged. She watched the needles twirl between Mithllo's fingers, leaning forward a little. They were mesmerizing, glinting in the soft light of the restaurant. "Wow," she breathed, impressed. "Why needles? They look so wea- er, fragile," she said, trying to use a less insulting word than weak.
Rhys had always preferred being strong, even if it got her into trouble. What little first she had back in the day always enjoyed being picked up and carried around, and were always easy to impress. "Can I see one?" She asked. "I promise I wont break it." She felt like a child having to add that in, but Mithllo would understand the reason for it. She popped punching bags like they were balloons, a needle seemed like it would stand no chance.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// I'm waiting for Mithllo to make a move ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:52 pm
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo smiled hearing the sound of how impressed she was with the needles, stopping the twirling and offering one out to her, the sharp point not facing her. "Most people don't look for something small like a needle when they search corpses. They can even hit the finer points on someones body." He smiled glancing down to the other two needles between his fingers, resuming the twirling between them.
"Easy to hide no matter how far away I travel. Though I guess yes, they could be rather fragile if you're not careful with them. They can't pierce through stone or thick metal without enough force or unless there is a weak point in it." He explained, he was rather proud of his taste in weaponry. "I'm working on ways to improve them further. I can coat them in poison, I've also used different types of metals that I can get a hold of." He made a dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Really, they're handy, and convenient for me to use." He concluded, smiling.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: She's the first person to ever ask about it.
Company: Rhys
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 3:38 pm
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▲ ▼ ▲ ▼ ► ❝ ℜ𝔥𝔶𝔰 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔰. ❞
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► Rhys took the needle in her hand, holding it as delicately as if it were a flower petal. She turned it in her hands, testing the sharpness of it on her thumb. It was sharp, alright. Blood oozed up from the p***k, and Rhys looked a little shocked. "Ah, these are effective," she said, wiping off the tip of the needle before handing it back and licking up the blood from her finger. "That's smart," she said, realizing that that sounded far too juvenile for what this was. "Er, Tactical," Rhys corrected. That was a more fitting word. She was more interested than she let on with these needles. Brute force and pistols were mainly the weapons she wielded. Not as sophisticated, but effective. "You're really cool," she complimented.
Part of Rhys wanted to offer to be a test subject. She had enjoyed their little skirmish earlier enough to be okay with it, and it wasn't like Mithllo could do that much damage to her, theoretically. "What else can you do?" She asked, trying to keep him talking. She got to relax and listen to him talk and not have to worry about it on her end.
((LOCATION:// Night Owl Cafe, with Mithllo ))
((OOC:// ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 3:55 pm
I joke
I flirt
I Mimic
I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo chuckled softly as he stared back at her, taking the returned needle, allowing it to twirl between his fingers with the other two once more, before they seemingly vanished between his fingers. "Thanks, you're really cool too CherryPop.~" He heard her next question and he tapped his chin thoughtfully thinking it over.
"I can whistle jaunty tunes." He said jokingly, smiling brightly again. "I'm good at making tea, I can bake some excellent brownies." He waved his finger in the air as he listed off the smaller things he was capable of. "I'm pretty flexible and have great self confidence." He winked playfully at the end of his list.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺϴȻҚIȠGɃIЯD║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I have a secret
I have suffered through abuse
For being a look alike
To a man who died long ago
Location: The Night Owl Cafe
Thoughts: She's the first person to ever ask about it.
Company: Rhys
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