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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:55 pm
"Both." As soon as she gave her answer, a knock was heard on the door. Getting without a problem, she put the jar on the bed and got her wallet off the coffee table. She dug until she found what looked like a hundred and dropped her wallet on the table, a photo of her and her sister flying out and onto the ground near Rou's feet. The blonde walked to the door and opened it, allowing the waiter to put the food on the table near the entrance.
"Compliments from the chef." The waiter put down a bucket full of ice, the neck of a wine bottle sticking out. "Anything else you need, just let us know." Soon as they spoke they walked out, closing the doors behind them.
"Hmm.." Ace pulled out the wine and smiled, seeing it was her favorite shipped all the way from Italy and was expensive to get. "Beautiful." Once she was done admiring the bottle she put it back in the ice, grabbing the plates with food on them and setting them on the coffee table. "Hope you enjoy it. My sister was pure French. And sounds like you have a lot on your mind, Rou. Nice name by the way. If I may ask, what seems to be bothering you?" Staring at her food she seemed to be lost, breathing out. "My metal abilities are really... Not the best thing for people to be around." Just as she said that she stood, walking to the bed and opening the jar. The blonde created a metal ball in her hand that seemed to seep from her skin, the pained look on her face seemed to confirm that it in fact was from her body. She put the ball in the jar and closed the lid, laying it on the bed once more.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:10 pm
 This was the most sense Demios was making in all of the years Amara had known him. The more she pondered on his words, the more he made sense...it wasn't as if him and her were gods or anything, but they were truly their own greatest weaknesses...other than that....elements and pretty much anything else never nullified their abilities....perhaps that's what the mind and body were capable of doing...transcending the physical plain and perhaps exceeding all others. Amara's eyes soon fell to the figures Demios had produced...she needed to speak to Lucien...she needed to speak to Che...there was a lot that she needed to do before this final battle. As she saw the shooting star pass, a flare could be seen in her eyes as a bright orange aura surrounded her shortly before dying down.
The silence between Amara and Demios lasted for a while. Aiden was getting sleepy and Amara would need to lay him to bed. "Demios I have to put the baby to sleep...but it was nice talking to you hun...if you ever need to speak with me...let me know..." she said to him before contacting Lucien. Lucien...I don't know when or where you want to talk...mentally is fine...or in person....but we do need to talk...we've had enough time to ourselves already... she projected to him. She wasn't going to chew him out or play the blame game or anything...this needed a resolution....Amara had that much sense. She then stood up as she began to walk back towards the casino.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:47 pm
The Italian's brow cocked once again as inquire ignited his amethyst eyes. It was becoming obvious that Acelyn, or One as Roulin decided to name her for now, was a bit more complex than the others. Direct in a sense, but not stern, lethargic or stern as Roulin tended to be more or less nowadays. Still, his eyes remained on her as she moved towards the door after a knock emanated from the other side. It was he chef friend. Portly fellow...Roulin waved to him as a thanks for the food. Soon, he was gone again, his footsteps oddly silent for a man of his size and weight. "Like I said, I was lucky. More so for the food, the fresh air and the meeting of a new person. Too bad after I leave, I doubt I'll ever run in to you again." Sarcasm dripped from his words, but not caustically. Somewhat relaxed, he reclined in the chair and drew a plate to him with gained ability.
"It's fine with me. Just not when I'm eating. Pretty gross to pull metal out of your skin while others are eating." The young Owl quipped before twisting his fork between the strands of pasta covered in Alfredo sauce peppered with small shrimp. After placing the curled strands of pasta into his mouth and savoring the Italian cuisine in silence, he noticed a picture by his foot of a red haired girl. He at first paused as he focused, but when the image became clear, his eye seemed to twitch. The reaction went unnoticed though. For now, he placed a foot over it to keep it from moving and continued to eat.
"What's bothering me you ask? Nothing at this moment. I have free food, money, abilities pouring from me...the only thing I could say was bothering me One is the extent of your abilities..." Slowly and quietly, the cap of the lip began to rotate and lift off falling softly onto the cover of the bed. The liquid began to rise behind the blonde metallurgist, but Roulin made no announcement of it. He was manipulating it anyway. "Attack or defense. Which do you prefer?" Giving only a wink to the girl as a telegraph of his move, he caused the iron liquid, which was cylindrical in shape, to burst into a sphere covered with sharp barbs, each of which were two to three feet long.
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The Mastering Owl hadn't seen the amount of motion he was putting in from himself in such a long time, even his slower motions saw some pep in them. As he swayed, dodged and kicked away at the card copy of himself, he began to notice that his own fighting style was...rather annoying to his opponent. His unorthodox movements, or rather his clone's, kept him on his toes due to it's random movements and it's unbridled speed. Unfortunately, this thing was simply running on a program and each of it's moves weren't as random as they seemed. The bushy haired elder only found this to be annoying as not even he could land anything. Grunting as he landed on his knee from blocking a kick, he looked up, his teeth shining through his grin.
As the card moved in for a cartwheel assisted axe kick, Che performed one of his own to the side, the bounded back with another. The twist he put into his motion allowed him to almost swipe his heel across the card copy's cheek. To evade, it turned, dipped into a lower stance that resembled a breakdancer's position and swung his leg in a sweeping motion. The Mastering Owl himself simply bounded upwards from his hand stand and allowed his body to fall atop the copy's. Because he had managed to hit it once, he deemed himself the victor due to circumstances, then timed himself. He'd been fighting for just over an hour...twice his usual record.
Exiting the training room he added onto Will's little home during his tenure so long ago with just a towel over his bare neck and shoulders and sweat pants on, he started towards his room for a shower and maybe a good night's sleep. What comprised his last hour actually comprised most of his day as sporadic, unplanned occurrences. Sore, partly beaten and huffing like a smoker after a five kilometer dash, the sweaty man made his way to the shower in his room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:24 pm
Amara finally made her way back to her room, as she lay Aiden on the bed. She would give him a quick sink bath and change him and perhaps go to the living area Will had in the casino. It had a kitchen area, a movie projector, and all the other comforts of a home. As she got the water ready she thought that maybe she should talk with Che as well. Hey old man...I'm giving Aiden a bath and about to put him to sleep, then I'm going to cook a little something and watch a movie...you're more than welcome to join me...and when I say that...I mean...join me she said shutting off their link of communication.
She picked up Aiden and stripped the infant as she began to bathe him. He laughed and splashed the water everywhere as she tried to clean her infant son the best she could. After about 5-8 minutes, Amara was drying off her son and put on his bed clothes. Grabbing her baby, and his bag, she made her way to the elevator, going down the level under the casino. As the door opened, she was now in the living area. Will certainly had this place equipped for whatever, there was even a play pin for the baby to rest in. Setting Aiden inside, the psion dropped the bag and gave her son a kiss on the forehead. Now she had to think on what to cook...perhaps she would cook something that Che would like...he could help her. Bring your a**!!! she exclaimed as she sat on the counter awaiting the mastering OWL.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:46 pm
The girl began to eat as well, her eyes half closed as she savored the food that was brought up to them. Her eyes closed as she felt the presence of the iron, a small smirk on her face as she opened her eyes. The ball immediately retracted the barbs and exploded to tiny marble sized iron orbs, floating around the room and sparkling in the lights that were coming from outside. They moved in a system, almost like the universe and the planets, how they moved around each other. Many of them passed by the two on the couch, murmuring what seemed to be actual words in different voices and languages. "Mostly defense, but attack if needed. Right now, neither." Her eyes moved to Rou, blinking like she had no idea what was happening.
The cold eyes of the Alkaline Owl scanned the lavender eyed man, seeming to be searching for something in particular. They spaced out as they connected with his eyes, almost as if she was looking into his soul. "Meeting you has been nice, I do admit. Just seems like there is something in you that keeps searching my features. It's very perculiar..." She slowly looked away, her eyes down on the ground now.
Catching a glimpse of what looked like a photo beneath Rou's feet, she focuses in, pulling the corner out from under it's trap and looking at it. "This must of fallen out of my wallet. I guess you already saw it. That was my sister. I loved her bright hair and her porcelain skin. Not to mention her attitude towards everything. It's a shame she died when she was only 8, well at least that I know of." She stares at the picture, her eyes focused on the smiles they were both wearing. "The memory of her keeps me going sometimes... Considering that is all that I have left." She showed a glimpse of emotion for a millisecond, then it was back to the cold look she had before, setting the picture on the table.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:11 pm
"Oh. Well, well. Look at you One." said Roulin in response to Acelyn's handling of the situation he'd created just for her. He had his answer now thanks to the experiment but as time went by, the blonde woman revealed that she could do more than just extract excess iron from her body as well as control the liquid that she kept in the jar. The orbs of liquid metal that floated about the room like pellets suspended in liquid or zone with no gravity seemed to cause a spectral pattern on the walls and on the girl herself. The effect was akin to a disco ball's surface. Only difference was that the spheres here were floating and even bubbling out an incoherent speech. His sights set on her once more and a smile formed showing that he was impressed by the little light show. After she spoke to him again, Roulin looked into the center of the room towards the bed and basked in the spectral glow of the multicolored shines.
"Meeting you has been nice." Roulin twirled his fork once again in the pasta causing a tight knot to form around the prongs. He inhaled "It's not often I'm fed for looking cool at a Blackjack table. Seriously though, you--your features have a...familiarity to them. Your face, eyes and your voice. They just remind me of an old friend is all. Forgive me if I'm being too peculiar." Once again, the young Owl danced around the subject he'd not yet wished to explore with the lady. Unfortunately, she'd found that he picture had fallen and quickly, she removed it from beneath his socked foot. Playing coy, he shrugged, but then realized she was a walking polygraph. When that dawned upon him once again, the Italian sighed and decided against playing the ruse any longer.
Roulin wouldn't spill himself then and there. Gradually, he'd explain things to this girl, gauge her reaction and try to leave as fast as possible...or maybe not. If this red head was just who he thought it was, this conversation may last for hours. Maybe even all night. Almost without realizing it, he muttered just loud enough for Acelyn to hear, "Yeah, she was beautiful..." before giving the photo his full attention. "Yeah, it fell. Your sister sounds as though she was quite the chipper one. Smiling, bubbly and always knew what to say. An emotional healer if you will. I find it ironic that this girl...matches the description of my old friend." Setting his plate down, Roulin let loose another sigh in preparation for a long and much needed talk. "Tell me, Ace, was this girl's name Aimee? Aimee Mercer?"
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Che's hair was finally free of the sweat and dandruff that had built up during his training and thinking sessions. His scalp was tender now though thanks to the scraping he had to do to lift up the flakes of dead skin. His shower was mid way through at this point, so that meant it was time to hum a tune. If he was tired enough, maybe even sing. Picking from the air Caribbean Queen, he began to sing the lyrics in a voice he described as, "half-trying, half-not-giving-a-damn".
'Caribbean Queen...Now we're sharinnnng the same dream...And our hearts stampede as one...' weakly sang the idol into his soapy soap microphone. "No more love on the r---oh god!! Christ Amara, can't a guy live out his dreams in the shower without you jumping in?!" Genuinely, Che was surprised to hear Amara's voice...the soap shot from his hands after he squeezed it thinking she'd heard him singing and futilely, he tried to recapture it multiple times before it fell to the floor. He placed a foot on it to keep it from slinking elsewhere. "Why do you have to cook at this hou----hold on..."
~Why do you have to cook at this hour Amara? It's like....nine...I guess it's not toooo late then. Hmph, I'll be done in a sec. Showering...~ And of course, that second was another fifteen minutes for the elder Owl. After drying off and retrieving some night clothes, he took a comb to his dandelion hair and began towards Amara's position. His pajamas were a simple set of white satin pants and a black house coat with white markings forming randomly on it. When he was closest to the kitchen, he scratched his ear with his pinky and tiredly yawned. Amara's voice rang in loudly, but with a grin, he walked on. In seconds, he turned the corner noticing the young woman on the counter sitting there. "Well, you've got the first part right...you're in a kitchen..." said Che jokingly as he hadn't had much time to speak to Amara s of recently. Continuing on as he walked further inside, "There's just a lack of sandwiches here. You're slacking, slacker."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:52 pm
The air was silent while they stood there when Amara's aura flared another flared for Demios. It lasted only a few moments before passing. When Amara went to leave Demios turned to her "Good night then, and thanks Amara it was nice to have someone to talk to" he said. He smiled to the child one last time before the two of them vanished from sight. It wasn't long before Demios began to feel the cold wind again and decided to head back for the night. Quickly gathering his things and lowering the sigils Demios headed back to the casino.
Demios was only in his room for as long as it took him to put his belongings away. He never liked staying in his room too long, it only further reminded him of how temporary their homes really were. He quickly dressed in a midnight blue and dark violet patterned flannel with its sleeves rolled up, a dark pair of slim jeans that were slightly faded, and topped it off with a dark pair of fingerless gloves and a small chain wrapped around his arm. Deciding he liked the outfit he figured it was time to leave his room.
Upon leaving he realized he didn't really have a set destination. He didn't want to leave the casino, but the thought of being in his room bothered him. It was then that he decided to take Amara up on her offer. He closed his eyes and held his hands in a spherical shape as if summoning a crystal ball. In his hands the image of Amara appeared in the kitchen area. He quickly dispelled the sphere before heading off to find her. ~Hey Amara, I see your still awake hope you don't mind me keeping you company~ He thought hoping that by chance she would pick up the thought. He had no idea who else was meeting Amara at that moment. When he reached the kitchen he skidded to a stop as he saw Che. A brief look of irritation appeared on his face for a moment "Oh...you're here" he said quietly. He shook his head before turning to Amara "I didn't realize you already had company" He said his voice still quiet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:03 pm
Amara looked up to see Che, looking as how he normally felt towards life...relaxed. When he made the comment about the kitchen she gave him a look that basically told him to go and ******** himself. The psion shook her head. "Are you that basic Che? You taught me about the finer things in life and yet you want a sandwich" she said with a light laugh. She did admire his attitude at times...other times it was just annoying. "I was thinking we could cook together...and let's do anything but Italian...you...Roulin...Moli ya'll are cut from the same freaking cloth when it comes to food" she said to him. She then went towards the cabinets as she took boilers, skillets and other things that they may have needed for this meal she was going to prepare. "So Che, how have things been going with you? You've seemed very distant...or busy...I don't know, I never can read you correctly" she admitted.
"I've actually wanted to talk to you the last few days but it seems time never permitted" she stated. She still wanted to know what Che wanted to cook so she really couldn't get the ingredients she wanted. "I'm thinking we can watch movies as well...make it a double feature...so you can choose a movie" she told him. Just being with Che right now put Amara in a great mood. She wish she would have appreciated something like this as a child...but things....were different then.
That's when she heard Demios' voice. Oh not at all Demi, come on down" she projected back to him. That's when he stepped into the room and made his comment towards Che. She could tell that Demios still possessed a dislike for Che...maybe because he didn't fully understand why Che did the things the way that he did...he wasn't an evil man...the OWLs who worked for the UNS weren't evil either...but only talking could bring about an understanding amongst everyone. "It's okay Demios me and Che are about to cook, and thinking about a double feature tonight. He's picking one movie and you can pick the other" she said to him. Aiden lay in the crib half sleep and half awoke, more than likely would awake to play with Demios or Che none the less.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:07 pm
Che waltzed to the drawers and zoned out when his dark violet eyes met with all the utensils. The lot of them were gaudy from chemicals removing their luster. The Mastering Owl wasn't paying attention to the details of the beaters, the mashers, the stirrers and few knives that were sitting. His mind raced with just what he could cook in just moments with Amara by his side. Like a dad, he knew that he could cook anything by himself, but why not get Amara to help? It was her plan anyway, so for now, he'd just play coy...ignorant...Che. "A sandwich would be great because it's easy. Bread, ham, cheese, condiment, bread. Here you are wanting five star meals you material girl you." After the elder washed his hand in the sink with the detergent that was nearby, he flicked some water at the girl laughing all the while.
From Che's sleeve slipped one of his playing cards. It's face was as blank. No souls were trapped in this little slip of paper so that made this card expendable. On the card, Che manifested the words, 'Because I'm not a book. But no, just busy and Tired.' on it before stamping it onto his forehead. "I've been fine. Just my son can't take time out of his day to play ball anymore. Saddening..." quipped the fatigued man as he turned to Amara, a slight smile parting his pale lips. "We should make Baked Catfish! That's what I'm in the mood for now that I think about it...and we'll need bread for breadcrumbs. Maybe Parsley too." The commands were issued. With haste, Che took to the pantry scanning for any spice that he knew would make this meal better in the end.
"I don't care what movie we watch, but if I have to put in a choice...we should watch the documentary "Che." I totally didn't pick it because it's about a guy I used to know either." The bushy haired man gave his suggestion and continued to roam the pantry as if gold with his name on it were somewhere in there. In moments, the familiar sound of Demios's voice filled his ears.
"Yes. Me. And you too my friend." Che wasn't going to berate the young man anymore as he'd decided long ago, but as long as he didn't know it, he figured he could egg him on every now and then. Now being this very moment and then being seconds later. "If you want, you can help us cook. We're making Baked Catfish. Umm, get a baking sheet please would you Lahrios? Or was it Demarl?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:28 pm
It took a second for Demios to look at Amara when she mentioned cooking food. "I'm not a big fan of movies, but I suppose a good action movie would be nice" he said. He gave Amara a slight smile that is until he herd Che speak to him and then his smile faded "Yeah...sure" He said as he turned and grabbed the baking sheet. He didn't want Amara to know Che was getting to him, nor did he want to give him the satisfaction. "I see death hasn't slowed your wit...but I always did think you were a bit brain dead anyway" He said his voice holding the undertone of venom towards Che. "I'm surprised you remember how to cook Che, I thought thats what Armand was for" He said. It was only recently Demios could reference Armand without cringing a little. He then looked at Amara "Don't worry Armand taught me a lot of his cooking tricks" he said with a slightly warm smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:47 pm
Amara facepalmed at the two. "It didn't have to be five star...we could have just haid baked chicken with frozen vegetables" she said with a very stale look on her face. Amara then turned around to look for the parsley. There were many different brands and kinds of seasoning in the shelves, Will made sure of that. "This guy thinks of everything" she said to herself. She then tossed Che the seasoning, and then looked for the bread they would use to make bread crumbs for the baked fish. Placing the bread on the counter, the psion began to wash her hands to help out with the meal. Opening the bread she began the process to make the breadcrumbs. "I think we should have broccoli, some spinach...hmm what other sides...oh yea and mac and cheese...I haven't had any of that since I was a little girl" she said with a smile.
"You two suck with movie selections" she said with a sigh. "So we'll watch what I want to watch. Inception and...ummm...Shutter Island the psion commanded. It was ironic...maybe not...that both of them dealt with the mind and its fragile state. Amara then heard the words that Demios had spoken to Che, she didn't want to say anything, not just yet at least. "Of course Che can cook...he introduced me to cooking around my 13th birthday...though I did enjoy working with Armand more...he was fun to be with in the kitchen" she said with a faint laugh trying to lighten Demios' mood. Telekineticly manouevering the DVD, she placed the move Inception into the DVD player as the screen began to illuminate with the opening credits. "I freaking love this movie" she said as she had finished the bread crumbs.
She then made her way towards the freezer as she picked up the frozen vegetables she had mentioned. Fresh vegetables were great but nothing wrong for going for convenience every once and while either. "So Che what's been going on with you? How are you adjusting to life once again...I know for a fact I hated dying and coming back...but each time got easier I suppose" she said. "Oh and you need to spend time with Aiden" she chimed in, as she opened up the bags and began to prepare the sides. "I hope there is some wine here...or some kind of alcohol...hell I'd settle for beer" she said.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:04 am
Nik quietly ate some of his food while Cecilia spoke. She was right, it was nice living with people like himself, not having to worry about humans who would be scared of them. Swallowing a bite of his food, he nodded once and replied, "Well, you're right about that, but there is another side to that. This was a traveling circus in Russia and Siberia. We traveled because we had to. We never stayed in one place for two long, lest the authorities find us and dispose of us freaks. But you are right, the good outshines the bad in this case." Nik decided not to mention the fact that his last night in the circus ended with one of his friends dying and the rest of them fleeing for their lives, there was no need to put a damper on the mood. "I went back to see a few of them a few weeks ago, only around five of them showed up, the rest were either too busy or too far to come, but it was good knowing they were doing okay." Nik fell silent and continued eating, listening to the music that played very quietly over his headphones. Quiet enough so that even Cecilia, who was sitting across from him, probably couldn't hear it. Nik smiled lightly and then asked yet another question of Cecilia, "Random question number two. Have you ever been to the circus? If yes, what's your favorite act?" Nik wanted to know, simply because he was interested. It was fun hearing people's reasoning behind their favorite circus act.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:28 am
A bemused smirk touched Cecilia's lips as she, herself, imagined what it might have been like living with a traveling circus. She could always have passed her coloring off as a rare skin disease. After all, she had managed to fool a bigoted host in Italy who didn't want to seat her. She was sure she could have fooled an entire audience. Another bite of her delicious Italian meal was taken. While she'd already had about four breadsticks and an entire salad already, she was sure that she could finish off this entire plate, provided she would have to work out tremendously later just to lose the extra pounds she was sure to gain. She chased down the pasta with a swallow of the sweetened tea, which was running low. Yet the waiter, who was very efficient rushed forward with a pitcher that had been prepared before hand and poured her a fresh glass.
After thanking him, Cecilia directed her jade eyes towards Nik once again, his question of her still fresh in her mind. "Well let's see..." she began to think, her brain performing calculations of the number of times she had been to the circus. "I had been once when I was still living with my grandparents, before my abilities manifested. After that when I didn't really have a home anymore, I would sometimes sneak into a few circuses here and there. Believe it or not, after awhile it became easy to sneak around because of the large crowds and ticket masters never really pay attention to the faces of other people. It also helped that a lot of those who sat in the audience painted their faces as well...for the festivities. They most likely thought I had one all out."
The delicious pasta touched her tongue again. "But right, my favorite act. I guess I would have to say the acrobats. Just their grace and beauty. To be honest with you, that was how I learned to fly. It wasn't planned. I was actually trying to copy an acrobatic act that I had seen just a few days before. I was around...I want to say seven or eight at the time. Anyways, to make a long story short, it didn't go as planned and because I was fairly high from the ground I most likely would have died, been crippled for life, or at the very least have broken both my legs and an arm maybe and have to be bedridden for a few months. A few inches before I hit the ground, I guess you can say the subconscious of my abilities kicked in and basically said 'Hey, if we don't do something this girl is a goner.' I know it's a lame story, but I don't have very many exciting stories of my past," she said with a lightly amused laugh.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 2:33 pm
((Serena))
“Of course it’s a perfect plan, I wouldn’t have shared it if it wasn’t perfect~” The Vanishing Owl smiled innocently and nodded her head when Will agreed to what she had said. She was now smiling more due to the fact that she would soon be handling new types of weapons, something she enjoyed thoroughly. Thankfully enough, the meeting was taking place on the estate in one of the small tea rooms, which had been slightly altered so that it now housed a table set. Serena took a seat next to Will and eyed each of the guests carefully. She smirked to herself when she noticed that one of the men was balding slightly, she withheld from making any comment on the guys lack of hair and instead, turned her attention onto the weapons now being laid out.
The Vanishing Owl studied each gun without touching them for the first few moments. After a moment, Serena reached out and picked up the gun closest to her. It was supposedly some state of the art improved sniper gun, a remake of one that had been in production last year but was dropped after sales decreased. Frowning slightly, Serena shook her head “Too heavy…while the design idea is hitting all the right notes it is still too heavy to keep carrying around. Not only that but it will take a few minutes to put together. Is that why you already have it set up? Because the two guns on your right are in their cases and look easy to put together….” She placed the sniper back down and ignored the insulted expression of the guy she had just spoken too.
Serena helped herself to one of the cases and promptly began setting up the sniper inside. “Hmmm…This is not even finished… “ She muttered as she took aim “The trigger is useless…The concept is rather good though…Light and easy to put together” And then the scope fell off… “Oh my, you have some work to do..” Ah, and with that Serena earned herself another unpleasant gaze. She couldn’t care less; she was only voicing her opinions and walking all over these men’s hard work…or lack of in her eyes. Smiling innocently Serena spoke again “What’s with those expressions? I am only pointing out the flaws to you so you know what to fix~” It was probably because it was a woman telling them. Well, either way it was their problem not hers.
((NPC---Seb)
The bookcase…..The entire bookcase?! As if the door wasn’t enough, Myra had to trash a perfectly fine solid oak bookcase as well. Sebastian didn’t move to dodge the heavy object flying towards him; instead he opened a portal and sent it crashing to the floor. Sighing, the dark haired butler gazed at the mess on his office floor “Oh…Was it that bad? You can’t even watch one child?” He indicated to a seat and slid the cup of tea closer towards Myra “I apologise for not being around to help you look after the house, but really Myra, do you have to smash up my office? It’s not as if I done anything wrong….yet~” His eyes twinkled with mischief as he sipped some tea in his usual relaxed manner. “Take a seat and tell me all about it, I will see what I can do to make everything better…” While he was being rather polite and calm in himself, he doubted Myra would cooperate just yet…Oh no, she was looking rather fired up and looked as though she was just about ready to rip him limb from limb…Something he would probably find amusing….
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 2:33 pm
The orbs stopped suddenly, vibrating just a tad as they sat suspended in air. The blonde looked from her food to Rou, inspecting him with a raised brow. "Yes. How did you know?" She had never talked about her sister to anyone, and now here was someone she had never met before, knew her sister. The finished her meal and got up, walking to the table near the entrance of the room. As she came near any of the orbs, they moved out of her way slowly and stayed in th place they were now located. She put the plate on the table, looking into the mirror at her eyes.
Acelyn turned and closed her eyes, the orbs all coming together in the center of the room as a silhouette of a woman with long hair. Then it slowly made itsself into a ball, flowing it's way back into its container. The girl twitsted the lid back onto the jar, then went a sat down next to Rou.
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