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Post by Croccy on Mar 22, 2007 23:12:12 GMT -5
It's a sticky, mid-August day, the kind where you'd sit in your underwear next to a burned-out fan and an air vent, waiting for the next cycle of cool, manufactured breezes. Unfortunately, there was no working air conditioning in the Honeycomb Hive Bed & Breakfast. It was more like a hive on this day than those who'd named it intended; stressful, with the aching suspicion that some fuzzy paw twenty times your size will tear free a chunk of house for its confectionary enjoyment. An out-of-place boy with dusty pink hair poked his nail into an even dustier slice of burnt toast, frowning. He wore sunglasses much too large for his face and a cap with the logo of some major-league baseball team stitched into the forehead. Sweating in his blue fleece jacket and jeans, his cheeks clearly flushed, he gave the limp ragdoll of a man next to him a slight nudge. "Mmph." The man opened his dark-ringed eyes and then shut them, his face squished against the splintering wooden surface of the table. A line of drool escaped his mouth. He had only recently reached the standard galactic legal age for his race, still quite young in the long run. The owner, a rather plump brunette woman who did not carry her weight well, leaned over them with a jug of water. The scent of her body odor and lilac perfume was too much for Bird, who exhaled quickly and heavily through his nose, trying to escape the tsunami of flowering bodily secretions. "More water, dear?" The boy nodded ecstatically, and the woman oblidged, spilling a bit as half-melted ice plunk-ed into the plastic cup. He read her name tag. Her name was Candice. 'Sai, wake up, I don't want to be alone...' he pleaded mentally to the man, who snorted a bit in his sleep and licked his lips. ((LOL. I really wanted to bring it back. Sorry I never replied... got caught up in schoolwork (snd I still am. ] . CLARIFICATION: DO NOT POST YET.I saved your post, Todd, in case you wanted to keep it.))
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Post by Croccy on Mar 23, 2007 20:25:31 GMT -5
A short elf, dark by skin, slugs down to the bar in the emence heat. His face droopy with sweat and his hair seaming to engulf his head in fire. His top pulled off reveals his wrapped chest and his minor size. What appears as head band is soaked, desperatly clinging to the moister, leaving his left eye open to sight, pale and split it haunts onlookers. Kima smirks as he thinks to himself "This heat will be the death of me" enjoying his personal funny. A large women asks for his order...he writes it down in magnificant handwriting and passes her the note...paying no attention to her other wise for her looks make him uneasy.
(( im trying...but i have NO idea really what im doing...
((Croccy says: This isn't my post. It's Todd's. I deleted it by mistake. ): Sorryyyy.))
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Post by Lynn on Mar 24, 2007 13:28:48 GMT -5
This... place was bright. Brighter than the dim lightness of candles, the only source of light the child was used to. And its brightness was only matched by heat. As if she had turned into fire, yet her nerves still withered and shrieked with the ecstasy of pain. The girl wandered from shadow to shadow, leaning against scalding buildings and panting. She was slow-moving, unaccustomed to this unfavorable place's conditions. She felt dry, her tongue covered in sand and scrapping the top of her even drier mouth. When she saw a place that actually had a small amount of people in it, she thought it must be an escape from intolerable heat.
Though, when Hel, Daughter of Loki, Demi-God and Princess to the People and Creatures of the Underworld, entered, she found it to only be stuffier and more intolerable. But, the black cloaked woman felt she had entered, and must at least stay. She pulled the hood of her immense cloak tighter, revealing hands so pale they seemed almost sheer, showing some of the smallest veins as blue streams to her clammy fingers. Quickly tucking her hands into her raven feathered lined cloak again, the princess shuffled to a seat. She looked at no one, afraid that if she moved her head they'd hear the jingle of her face jewels. None here wore any, none here wore the brand of Loki either. Where was she, in a place so heated and foreign? The Land of Valkyries, the Choosers of Slain? Of Odin and Freya? Her father's enemies, all of them. Was she held within their lands, forced to this slow, unbecoming form of torture, captured? Or did Loki, her beloved father, hand her over as punishment?
The thoughts filled Hel with shame and hate, so when a woman gently spoke something to her, she jumped back with surprise. However, the stool was so small and without a back. Making it so when Hel leaped in surprise, she fell backwards over herself and upon the ground. Her cloak was sprayed out, revealing not only her face but her priestess appearing garb, adorned with so many jewels and trinkets the dress seemed to shine gold with the blazing light. Hel, also unsuited to this light, clamped her hands over her eyes and slowly sat up, tugging the hood back over her black-haired head. "I didn't hear you. Repeat, if you may," Hel responded, her accent thick and her words holding a mightier-than-thou attitude.
"I asked if ya' wanted anythin'," the woman responded exasperatedly.
Hel blinked, standing and brushing herself off from the floor's dusty surface. Was she being served? So, this wasn't completely a punishment. Hel took her seat again, pulling the cloak around her closer, though it only made her skin feel more suffocated. "Mead," Hel requested, looking at her servant from under her hood. The woman blinked, tilting her head and asking 'what'. "Mead. The drink." The woman continued staring at Hel in a blank fashion. "Wine, then."
"I.D., please?"
"I.D.?" Hel replied in confusion. It seemed she would not get any sort of relief in this ghoulish place.
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Post by TickleMeTodd on Mar 24, 2007 14:30:53 GMT -5
Kima hunched over his now warm glass of water...watching people come and go, their disgusting girth bothering him greatly. One entered who caught his eye however, one of which seemed even more out of place then he himself.
Kima watched out of his right eye as she entered so heavily cloaked, and how she fell when only a bar maid came upon her. Her garb astounded him, leaving him in awe as he heard her heavy acient as she spoke, perhaps the only thing more exotic then her look.
Kima stood in a reluctant fashion to leave his seat, his body not wanting to exert its self in this over powering heat, and approached the woman being questioned by Candice.
"I can assure you she is of age my presumptuous server. She and i have been friends for many years and she holds seniority over myself" Kima flashes his ID that classifies him as 714 years of age. "And i would like a Blood Mary...on the rocks.
Kima takes a seat on the opposite side of the small bar table from the exotic woman greeting her only with a wink, then eyes Candice down. "Can we hurry, it is rather hot this day..."
(( second go lol, hope it comes out how i ment it to ))
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Post by Lynn on Mar 24, 2007 14:47:05 GMT -5
Hel blinked as another soul came and spoke to the woman. They all spoke rather amusingly, making Hel wish to smile and mock their underly tongues. But, it made the woman scribble something onto a piece of odd white leaflet, then nod and walk away. Thank her father that the servant was gone. But, that left this strange fellow. His skin was blacker than night, and hair lighter than even ash. It made Hel long to reach over and touch the sweaty flesh, just to make sure it wouldn't coil up and fall.
"I thank you," Hel murmured once she was gone, adjusting her seating upon the odd single legged sitting implement. She adjusted herself so her spine was erect, head up, though still hidden under the hood. Hel was slightly afraid to remove it, otherwise the still outstanding brightness could ruin her perfectly milky complexion. "I do not know you, so I shall introduce myself," Hel added, politely, for he had saved her from being confused by the otherworldly servant. She continued, in her richly foreign accent, "I am Hel, Daughter of Loki, Princess and Demi-God to the People and Creatures of the Underworld. I am uncertain to my current whereabouts, though it seems not to be in my father's domain. Tell me, kind stranger, is this a place of Valkyries, the Choosers of the Slain?"
The Princess smiled as the very plump servant came back and put the sticky-wet cups of drinks upon the table. She waited for the kind stranger to drink first, as it was custom for the men at the table to eat or drink first before the women did so. Unless the female was foreign to the home, then she, or he if the traveler was male, would eat before anyone. Would that make her a traveler? But she didn't journey anywhere. Not purposefully... So, Hel decided to wait, so as not to be rude unintentionally.
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Post by TickleMeTodd on Mar 24, 2007 15:08:12 GMT -5
Kima listens intently, wondering how true her story was. When the drinks arrive Kima takes a an awkward drink from the glass, its shape not cooperating with the length of his fangs.
"Princess, you find yourself now in the Realm of Haliborchestien. But i must wonder if you truly are who you say you are... I have confronted the king of the underworld before, and i do not remember him having a daughter...but that was a while back now..."
He wipes some sweat casually from his brow onto the wraps covering his hands, feeling like he will melt in this heat, but is relieved to find someone of interest to keep his mind from dwelling on his need to feed in the hours of the sun.
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Post by Lynn on Mar 24, 2007 15:16:43 GMT -5
Once he took the first sip, Hel was free to drink her wine, thankful to have at least grapey relief. Though mead would have been much better. "Why would I be implied to lie?" Hel replied, blinking. "I 'twas born sixteen years ago, and bear the burn of Loki." She slid her arm from her cloak, showing the shoulder where a brand had scorched the mark of the Rune Laguz, the beginning initial to spell 'Loki'. Then she quickly pulled it back in, where the sweat-covered feathers humidified her arm once more. "And do I not wear the garb of his daughters? The face jewels of the royalty to the Underworld. I may not have the tan skin and golden hair of my siblings, but I do not bear motives to lie, especially wherein I'm merely trying to arrive within father's arms again." Hel paused, clearing her throat. The heat made her voice feel heavy, sticky yet liquid as well. Like honey, in its odd form of half-solid, half-liquid golden mass. She took another drink of wine.
"And, I bear the weapons of his smithers, named after my Aunts. Skuld, Urd, and Verdandi," she added, already rummaging in her cloak to get the weapons ready in case this stranger who claimed to know Loki inquired to see them.
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Post by TickleMeTodd on Mar 24, 2007 15:23:43 GMT -5
Kima continues to drink awkwardly form the painfully slender glass, feeling slightly like a moron, but takes the points presented to heart.
"You have proof enough indeed. What brings to the dwellings of the living?" Kima removes his head band, wringing it out of sweat quickly, and replacing it over his eye in a patch like fashion, tying it behind his head head before returning attention to Hel.
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Post by Lynn on Mar 24, 2007 15:32:08 GMT -5
"I... do not know. I simply awoke here after greed and hate took for into some sort of new Morrigan monster. They came out as inky black critters, upright on two legs with antennas as cockroaches," Hel replied. She watched him retie his band, but didn't say a word of it. After finishing off her wine, she slid the wine glass over to him. The glass was wider than normal cups, and she thought perhaps he could pour his drink into it. The poor creature had trouble with his fangs it seemed. "Before I was within the shackles, for disobeying Loki. I had prayed to Morrigan to send her hounds for me, though I think she sent naught her hounds, but invented a new sort of creature to devour me."
"Though, they did not. They simply replaced me to... Where did you say we were? Realm of Halibo...?"
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Post by TickleMeTodd on Mar 24, 2007 15:39:37 GMT -5
"Haliborchestien.." Kima corrects her while nodding at her in thanks for the larger wine glass, moving it to his right so he can more easily poor correctly into the glass.
"Those creature haunt my nightmares....those that should be filled with pain are replaced by fear and confusion..." He says while pouring rather sloppily at first.
lets out a irritated grunt as he begins to drink again "This heat is unnatural..."
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Post by Lynn on Mar 24, 2007 15:48:40 GMT -5
"Which ones? The black inklings or the hounds?" Hel responded promptly, watching him pour messily and thanking herself that her cloak was hugged so tightly around herself, so it wouldn't spoil her dress. "The light is unnatural. It scalds the earth into barren scapes." Hel toyed with some of the jewels on her dress, feeling drained simply from talking. She had to wonder how he felt, this man-like creature who never once stated his name. And for that reason, could she trust him?
She watched the plump lady servant meander past, stifling herself to smile at seeing the awkward grace. Hel blinked as her hood began slipping back, allowing the blinding light to seep into her cloaked sanctuary. The Princess reached up, yanking it back down, though was certain it'd try to slip, considering how slick her hair was with perspiration. "Tell me, unnamed stranger who presumably knows Loki, my father, yet does not recall his various sons and daughters, how is it that you came upon this unforgivable plot of land?"
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Post by TickleMeTodd on Mar 24, 2007 15:54:01 GMT -5
Kima laughs a little "The inklings more often then the hounds." He takes time to wipe the newest layer of sweat from his brow. "I find myself here do to sorcerers on in my home land....banished from my own coven for trying to kill the guild master.... I don't think even the ancient mystics know where the banishment portal leads..."
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Post by Griffy on Mar 24, 2007 21:36:49 GMT -5
"Tell me again why we are going to this place?" Rod asked Mog with a raised brow. Rod looked much more relaxed then he had in recent times, his hair had grown slightly longer, his clothes were casual, and the tattoos that had once plastered his body were now only visible upon his hands. Even his eyes seemed more relaxed. Though at the moment, they were looking towards the moogle which rested on his back.
Mog grinned widely. "Why? Because my buddy back in Rabanastre set me up with this HOT blind date!" he replied. "Her name's Candice, and she runs her own bed and breakfast here! He said she smells like flowers and cooks ya breakfast! Doesnt that sound great! Plus, he tells me she has quite the ass!" Rod rolled his eye, shaking his head.
"Dont you remember the LAST blind date you went on?" he asked softly. MOg flushed a bit.
"Well that is... this time will be different! Ill be having so much hot ass tonight I wont know what to do! Come on! Cant you go any faster?" Rod sighed deeply and opened the door. So long suffering.
"Ooookay! Weres this Candice Im supposed to meet?" Mog called out."Come on lady dont be shy! The man of the hour has arrived! Booyah!" Rod sighed, looking for a place to sit when he noted a pair of familiar faces. Could it be?
"Brd? Sai?" Rod asked, as he walked over closer.
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Post by Croccy on Mar 24, 2007 21:43:20 GMT -5
'Rod?' Of all the worlds...! What luck! Bird eagerly shook Sai awake, the man's head rolling so far from side to side with each shove that a partially-melted stick of butter from a nearby plate was able to mash itself into his hair, perhaps hoping for better days.
"Fuck! Bird! What?!" he said loudly, slurring, wiping spittle from his face with his wrist. From the shoulders down, his black tank and low-slung denim shorts over a wiry frame could seem quite threatening, if a bit too carefully done. But with such a boyish face, a chunk of wood embedded in his cheek, and prized cornfield-blonde hair, it was laughable to hear such obscenities and fierce tone from him.
Patting his hair with a look of disgust and realization as to the identity of the greasyness, Sai combed his fingers through it wildly, failing to notice Rod standing before them.
Bird, looking embarrassed, touched the man's chin, a way of getting his attention, and pointed.
Sai flushed, his mouth hanging open in shock. He remained seated to gather his thoughts as Bird rose to greet their old friend.
<Rod! Friend! What are you doing here?> said the boy excitedly, touching Rod's mind.
Grumpily, Sai wiped a napkin across the back of his head, muttering an unenthusiastic 'hi'.
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Post by Lynn on Mar 24, 2007 21:57:12 GMT -5
Hel was about to reply when she heard another one of the residents swear loudly. She turned, seeing a corn-haired boy with another faded red-haired boy. And another just approaching. She looked to Kima, raising a brow as if to ask if he knew them. But then, thinking on it, he probably didn't. She ordered another drink of mead from a different servant. Who still didn't know what it was. "Wine," Hel finally replied, shaking her head and facepalming gently.
"These people speak so oddly," she mentioned under her breath, not really caring of her companion heard it or not. She then turned back to him, lowering her stature a bit. "So, unnamed companion, you are undoubtedly strong. And I not so much. Would you care to be my guard as I find my way home? Perhaps father can give you a generous reward for returning me if you do a fair job."
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