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Post by Kisa Saionji Emaleth on Dec 23, 2008 23:25:59 GMT -5
OOC: This was started on another site so please wait for Dementias and then Nyu to reply first before replying to the thread. Thank you for understanding. IC: Kisa pulls the hood of her sweatshirt over her heard, pulls her sleaves over her hands, and crosses her arms in front of her out of habit. She can feel the coldness of the wind as it cools her already cold skin. Maybe I should have put my jacket on. She shrugs at this thought, it won't do her any good to wear a jacket. It may shield her from the cold, but she is already dead so she doesn't have to worry about keeping her already cold body warm, it would be useless. She begins her daily jog and notices one of her regular pubs, deciding to stop there for a drink before making her way back home. She walks in and welcomes the warmth prickling at her cold skin, it makes her feel human again for a moment. She finds an open booth off to the side of the pub away from the other customers. She orders herself a mug of hot apple cinnamon cider with a shot of blood. The waitress brings her order over to her and places it on the booth table before returning to work. She takes a sip of her drink and welcomes the burning of the liquid as it traveled down her esophagus into her stomach, keeping her body temperature from dropping any lower that it already has. Since her attack from her twin brother, she hasn't gotten a chance to relax, worried of another attack. It is nice to have a guardian, but she isn't sure if she can trust him completely yet since they have only met recently. It's all too much at once for her to deal with at once. Tonight, she is allowing herself to forget all about it for the time being, to escape from the reality of things. She just hopes that it's eventful enough to keep her mind off of things.
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Post by Nyu Emaleth Moonieon on Dec 24, 2008 13:50:08 GMT -5
OOC: If the size troubles you please inform me so that I can continue on a normal size
IC:The night was young and Nyu had enough sleep for the night. She was in the mood for something different. Tired of working on proposals and brochures she wanted to do something a little fun. Not alone of course, sitting in bed she placed her index finger on her lip and pondered on who to ask. Nyu did not know that many people just family. Were the girls in her family busy? As she thought about it she then recalled that she had yet to talk to Kisa a little more. Maybe she is wandering the city streets she thought as she jumped out of bed and got dressed into something more presentable.
Slipping into a simple Beatles t-shirt and jeans she headed out to the front door of her shine and slipped on her converse. As she slid the door open with her house keys in her pocket she used Locate to pin-point the location of her cousin. Kisa was in a pub and not far from one of her favorite shops. With a smile planted on her face she headed towards the pub out of the outskirts and into the city.
Twenty minutes later she was at the pub's front door getting a little nervous. The smell of liquor and must lingered at the door. Oh how she hated the way pubs smelled but what could she.. nothing but endure the smell. She pushed the door open and walked inside her brown eyes skimming the room searching for her cusin. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders as she turned her head from left to right her eyes wandering around the room. It did not take long for her to spot ehr especially when her scent gave her away.
"Hello Kisa" she said as she made her way behind her. Nyu made note of the drink and smiled. "Nice to have something warm on a cold day... how are you?" she asked as she placed her hands behind her back. "May i ?" she asked as she pointed to an open seat.
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Dementias Laren Night
Creature of the Night
Father of the Larens. Prince of Night. IGN: Dementias
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Post by Dementias Laren Night on Dec 24, 2008 16:19:34 GMT -5
Dementias walked in from the back room with his fiddle in his hand. It was an old thing and many of the younger ones prefered when he played his more modern musics, but he was in the mood for something old. Something from the old times. Something calm and soothing. Something no Guitar could hope to achieve. He wanted to remind the old ones of themselves long ago, of the immortals and mortals they once were.
He let his hand come up across the neck and tune in the old wood instrument with an almost practiced ease. His bow had been replaced as the old one had finally broken from age. Then he began playing. A slow calm song. Once it had been famous, but no one here would likely remember it. He walked slowly about the lounge playing. He did not play in public often, but his missing wife and children caused him to seek new audiences.
His eyes glanced from table to table as he played. His long black hair falling on the shoulders of his long coffin inspired coat. The crimson embroidery shining against the black in the dim lit lounge. Then his eyes found a lone female. Though this was not uncommon he thought she might like some music and he slowly rounded the lounge till he came to a halt at her table. She seemed like one of the young ones and probably would send him away as they often did, but it was worth a try. Perhaps she was looking for some company.
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Post by Kisa Saionji Emaleth on Dec 24, 2008 19:51:23 GMT -5
Kisa closes her eyes as she loses herself in the music. It is like nothing she has ever heard and finds herself enjoying it. It's nice to hear something new and different every once in a while, especially when you're alone on a cold night. When she opens her eyes, she notices the man who is playing the music on his guitar standing by her table playing. No wonder it seemed to get louder. She gives him a smile as she listens intently to his music.
She then notices her cousin standing at her table. It makes her happy knowing that she probably won't be spending the night alone.
Hey Nyu. I haven't seen you in a while. It is nice, that's why I stopped here on my jog. I've been good, how have you been? Go right ahead and sit down.
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Post by Nyu Emaleth Moonieon on Dec 26, 2008 2:50:24 GMT -5
Nyu watched as people the lounge swayed to the music letting their bodies move to the rhythm and sweet melody. Her eyes wandered over to a stranger with long black hair. He was just as strong as her fully powered, but his blood count was probably higher. The man held keep for music and played well. The people seemed to loose their selves in it.
Turning back to Kisa she smiled "Yes, seems like a long while does it not. I have been well among other things" she responded as she took a seat across from Kisa. Calling over the bartender she smiled and ordered a peach tea. "Would you like anything?"she asked wondering if Kisa had ordered anything. It had been long since they had last spoke and they had much to talk about that was obvious.
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Post by Kisa Saionji Emaleth on Jan 28, 2009 12:03:12 GMT -5
OOC: Since Dementias hasn't posted in a while and I've seen him post on other threads, I think we should continue without him.
IC: Kisa listens to the music being played. The man had moved on to play at other tables so it isn't as loud as it was when he was at their table. The music is nothing like she has ever heard before, but he plays well enough that the music is enjoyable. Kisa watches some of the customers dance to the music before turning her attention back to Nyu.
I have another order of apple cinnamon cider coming, but I could use a few slices of an everything pizza.
She has to admit, she is pretty hungry. She has only had peach oatmeal when she first woke up. Just as she says that, the server brings over her apple cinnamon cider. She takes a drink of the hot beverage, burning her tongue and throat. Lucky for her, she can regenerate.
I do have something I have to tell you. I haven't told anyone about this, not even father. The only one that knows about is Kentaro because he was there. Apparently I have a twin brother and apparently he is trying to kill me because of some job. Kentaro and I faced him and if it wasn't for my guardian Asim, I don't think we would have made it out alive. Or, as alive as we are. You know what I mean.
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