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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:54 pm
((Myra))
Myra didn't let up as Sebastian derided her. Her eyes narrowed even more as his said "yet." The bookcase had missed thanks to the butler's porting abilities. Mhmm.. she was going to maim Sebastian, and if not him or his body, his office. His precious office. At least, she was taking pity on his lab. "Sebastiannn!" With a growl, the golden haired Hercules lady kicked Sebastian's office desk up and toward his face as he sat sipping tea. One kick was all it took to send that heavy desk and all its contents flying. Weight was no such impediment to Myra Bagarth.
((Will))
Scythe thinks Serena could give Giovanni the so called Gun Owl a run for his money/life...oh wait, he's dead already. No competition. Anyway, back to William DeScythe and non OOC ramblings (not saying that Will didn't know of Giovanni... of course he did...he just didn't care.)
The Satan Owl watched Serena study the guns and then finally pick up the first gun and examine it more closely. The room was so silent any one, even a deaf person, could hear a pin drop. Funny how no one spoke as Serena looked at the gun and then started critiquing the weapon like a machine rat tatting bullets out.
One of the visitors was a guy who seemed to look like that guy in a certain movie and looked as if he had only been in the industry for a short time. He had the arrogant attitude about him with the trimmed goatee and mustache, greased slick hair, and trendy clothes. The man actually appeared to be in his early thirties. He shook his head as Serena shot down the first sniper gun. It wasn't his, but he had to make a remark. "Too heavy? Maybe for a woman like you...."
Meanwhile, the man that Serena had directed the comments to frowned. He was the balding man and he was clearly not happy, but before he had a chance to retort, the albino woman had moved on to the cases to the side. They were prototypes! Obviously, that's why they weren't out! But when Serena finally finished, he spoke outraged. "She is barely an adult and yet she is telling us how to build guns? I have been in this business for 30 years! I have never felt so insulted!"
One of the weapon designs on the table actually appeared to be a ripoff of someone that Serena was acquainted with, someone by the name of Konpaku Hitonomi, Konpaku was his last name. In some of the Asian cultures, the family names preceded first names. However, Will did not say anything. Hitonomi would obviously find out somehow. If he didn't, he would be informed...right now. The Satan Owl transmitted a signature message over to guy.
The third man, the eldest, was not balding, but he did have grey hair. He did appear to be the wise type, but what he said was rather obvious.... "Guns are weapons. The art of crafting them is an art in it and of itself."Whether that was meant to insult Serena, the other gunmakers, or just be a statement was something everyone could wonder. Will didn't seem to care. He picked up the gun Serena had set down and put it down in another second. "Gentlemen...."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:48 pm
Roulin sat back in the plush seat then folded the sleeves of his sweater back as he took in a breath. For only a second did he turn his eyes to the wondering gaze of the blonde woman next to him. "Aimee was a friend of mine. A very close friend. We grew up together and shared many things until this war made her leave. She was killed recently." Midway, his reminiscent stare met yet again with her's and for the rest of the explanation, he made sure not to break eye contact her. It was when she stood up to retrieve the iron did his eyes part with her's. The form she crafted just before sealing the dark grey metal back into it's jar cause his brow to peak in remembrance. Sighing once more as a part of him longed for the past, he watched her until she sat down next to him again.
"From what it seems, you two were close while you two were with each other. So much so that when you two split, she was dead. She didn't die as young as you think," said the Owl of Grey as he laced his fingers over his stomach. "We were closer than that. I loved her until she left this fight. I thought she was weak for a long time afterwards, but recent events have showed me that she did it to keep her sanity. I was insane enough to stay."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:59 pm
The blonde listened, her chin perched on top of the palm of her hand as she stared at him intently. She hung on every word he said about her sister, a small smile seemed to be hinted as listened, memories flooding back. "You know, I am sure some good has come out of you staying and fighting. Aimee was never a fighter, just support. I'm sure she wished you would have gone with her, but maybe one day you will see her again." The girl tried looking on the positive side, forcing out a weak smile to help a little. "Where ever she is I am sure she is proud of you."
Acelyn crossed her legs, continuing to study his movements and his word choice. "You know she was very understanding. I think you were just upset that she left, that's why you called her weak. Not to mention it seems as if you have so many other people to worry about now." As the boy talked, lights came flashing through the window, making her flinch a little. The girl kept her eyes on Rou as the curtains closed all the way and the lamps turned on, making it easier for her to concentrate. "Sorry the outside lights were distracting. Please continue, I am intrigued."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:13 pm
"Heh. Don't speak as though I regret any of it Ace. I don't. Just wish I could've at least said something after we parted. Anything at all." Roulin's false grin gave way levees as his own memories of the deceased girl poured back into his mind. The good, the bad, the awkward and the sad returned as quickly as they had left and his laughed quietly subtly acknowledging this moment of clarity. "Wherever she is, she's safe from all of this. Proud or not, she won't have to worry about someone like me anymore."
The lavender gems that twinkled with a worn-out yet learning luster turned to the blonde woman. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. His fingers were then laced between the joints on which his arms sat. "She was a cheerleader. Our cheerleader. My healer and friend. And yes, there are many people on my mind right now. Many I have to protect and many I might have to kill..." When the girl arose to close the curtains, Roulin followed her with his sight once again. After she sat, he continued. "You're intrigued hm? Well, just know that Aimee was a kind person. Someone that you'd have enjoyed for more than just eight years. She had a passive ability, but it was the best passive ability. She could heal herself and others through a touch or a kiss. I gained the power to heal from her, but how I heal others isn't as physical as her's was. I loved her for her though...not her power."
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"Just a little bit Laharl. You're right though, I've always been a bit brain dead," replied Che with a nice grin. With Demios, he could keep up the back and forth for days whether or not the once UNS member knew he really did care for his safety. When the young Owl mentioned Armand, Che held back a laugh. The time to be an a** he knew would be later on when there wasn't work to be done. As long as they were cooking, he'd keep his sarcasm and wit a nice level for the little magician. The Italian magician/chef approached another freezer which was as tall as the one Amara had found was long. Within it's frozen confines were trouts, lobsters and catfish. The red crustacean made Che's mouth water, but the decision was made already. Shaking his head, he knew he'd feast upon the lobster at a later date. Maybe when it was just him and Kate he had to cook for.
"Inception...has too many things going on at once inside of other things. Shutter Island....never seen it. Like I said, I don't care. It's up to you little lady." Che gave his criticisms and began to prep the catfish for cooking. Looking over at Demios, the Mastering Owl followed Amara's statement, "I know how to cook. I haven't had to in a long, long time though, but I think I remember the trade here. Besides, I have two ladies here to help me if I screw up. What could go wrong?" And the elder would let the two take that how they may. Falling silent in the talk of alcohol, Che went back to preparations. Thawing the fish was first of course, then the adding of spices would come. Hopefully, they could time it all correctly so that each dish would be finished at least within five minutes of the other.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:34 pm
As Lucien walked from the training hall he stopped as Amara's voice rang out in his mind. He hadn't spoken to her sense that day, the day their relationship hit the largest wall ever. He didn't know what to say, he hadn't said much sense that day, distant was the understatement of the year. 'We're not discussing this over telepathy.' He said back to her. He started again as he walked from the halls of the casino. As he stepped from it's doorway onto the streets of Las Vegas his carbon fiber negation suit melted away to reveal underneath a dark blue blue short sleeve shirt, and light blue jeans. He kept walking, to no destination in particular, he just wanted to move, because standing still meant he had time to think and let his mind continue to wonder what had happened, right now he truly didn't want to think about it. Finally giving Amara a more sound answer than before he said. 'I'll be waiting outside the casino. Meet me there if you want to talk.' He said as he turned around. Lucien stopped as he neared the entrance of the Casino, he sat on a bench that was placed outside of the building, next to the line of cars which were being taken away by various valets. He leaned back in the bench watching the people walk by, each one, so unaware of the lives around them. While they gambled their lives away others would be throwing theirs away in a fight of the Owls, a war to end all wars.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:18 pm
 Amara frowned when he said he had two ladies working with him in the kitchen, giving Che a swift kick in his narrow a**, Amara continued to prepare the dinner. "You're such an a** at times Che...I swear" she told him. The psion had pretty much had everything ready to be prepared but Che would give the say so as to win the process of cooking would start. "Inception was a great movie Che, people who don't appreciate it...well...didn't get the complex simplicity of the movie itself" she told him. "Shutter Island stars Leonardo DeCaprio as well...a movie about a mental asylum and it's errie patients who stay there" she said to him. "I'm sure you'll like it" she told him.
That's when she froze in place as she finally heard from Lucien. His first response was too cut for her liking. She then looked over at Che and smiled lightly. "What will you want for desert Che? I can at least get the ingrediants out for me to begin to mix" she told him. She noticed something was off about Che as well. What was he going through? Nobody else may have known how to read Che...but he was one of the closest people to Amara that she allowed so she could tell something was bothering him. "What's wrong with you Che? What happened to you?" she asked out of concern. Che may have been a lot of things, and a lot of things to a lot of people...but she still cared for him. That's when she heard Lucien once more...outside of the casino...she just couldn't leave her present company as of now...she'd at least have to see them through the food and conversation before she could meet him. I'll be there when I get a chance...but I will meet you to talk she was able to project focusing her attention back to the duo.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:04 am
A mixture of training and enjoying the pleasures of the city of sin was what filled Bailey's day. Yet, even after many hours of rigorous training that left her entire body begging for mercy, the young fair skinned Diclonious Owl still felt that energy that kept many people going. A little after seven, the aquamarine eyed young woman and her silver haired and metallic armed fiance had decided to enjoy the delights of an oriental restaurant where the food was cooked right in front of their very eyes. While the restaurant had not been as elaborate as the place Luca had taken her when he proposed, it had a charm that gave her comfort. It was a place where she felt she could relax. There was a glamour to the restaurant, but to Bailey it seemed like a natural glamour with tasteful interior design, eclectic pieces of decoration and furniture that still seemed to flow together into one semblance.
In honesty, Bailey had preferred such a place as this as opposed to the overly elaborate and fancy restaurants that they (not just Luca and herself, but everyone) had experienced. The restaurant had been different, unique, the food had that home-cooked taste to it. The Vector Owl had worn a chiffon dress the color of an aquamarine gemstone. Its chiffon skirt fell down to her knees and flowed freely at the hem providing her legs with the freedom to walk comfortably. The top half of the dress was v-necked and provided a miniscule amount of cleavage with short sleeves. It came together with a zipper that traveled all the way to her tail bone and clasped at the top. Her velvety raven toned hair fell down to her waist in many long curls and framed her porcelean face.
It was now after nine and dinner had ended. The young couple now made their way back into their room. Bailey had long sense taken off her heels and was now walking barefoot, her feet lightly digging into the soft carpet of the corridor. The trek back to their room did not take long for the two light haired and dark haired Owls. Once at the door, the actions to unlock the door were made and Bailey walked in knowing full well that Luca would follow her. She dropped her shoes as she walked in not caring where they landed. Bailey's eyes traveled throughout the room, the last place they rested upon was the king sized bed with its satin sheets and large plush pillows. The sight of it set her heart to pounding rapidly. Yet the reason it caused such a reaction from her was unknown. Why was she suddenly so nervous? Why was she trembling and why had she suddenly felt her cheeks grow hot and her hands grow cold and clammy as they shook? All the while, her back was turned to her silver haired fiance, yet she emitted an aura of nervousness that could not be ignored.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:54 am
((TFP---Serena))
Serena had expected some comments she had merely hoped that the men gathered might have a bit more care when it came to sharing them. Serena glanced towards the first guy to speak, someone whose hair was unnaturally shiny due to the amount of grease he smothered into his hair, and smiled “I assure you that the weight has nothing to do with me being a female. Is this not a meeting, an arrangement to discuss things in a mature manner?” She chuckled softly and shook her head in a disapproving way “It is sad that a man of your status has to sink to such silly comments after receiving constructive criticism.” Serena tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and remained passive and calm. In her earlier years, the man would have already been dead, but there was nothing for her gain here.
Ah, and then a second man spoke up. A balding buffoon looking man who’s probably only chance of scoring with a woman was with payment upfront. Serena narrowed her eyes as she let the man finish speaking “Listen here, baldy locks and the three hairs, calm down before you give yourself a stroke….” She smiled innocently and tapped her chin “Never felt so insulted? I assure you that I could insult you a lot more….Your gun, whether it be a prototype or the real thing, it will fail in sales unless you make the necessary changes. Like the wise hermit there just said--” She indicated to the greying man at the opposite end of the table “—the art of crafting a gun is an art form in and of itself. Your style of art in this department is below par. It is an eyesore as it currently stands.”
Serena let out a small breath of air; she was finding it rather hard to keep her cool and that could be seen by the way she was stroking the handle of the gun in her pocket. A habit she picked up a few years back as a means to calm and reassure herself “I am not here to insult you all, but with that said, I do not give a s**t about your feelings. I am giving you my opinion. If you choose to accept it gracefully or piss over it is down to you. It will only separate the real men from the weak a** brats….” Serena leant back in her seat, still looking rather docile but still not halting in the caressing of her gun which meant she could still explode and blast a bullet into the skulls of these annoying men…
“She is right…your guns always look bulky and ugly” The fourth guy who had been sitting quietly suddenly said “Unlike my line of ultra-hip, sizzling sexy, urban guns~” The guy had a pretty face, unblemished and heart shaped, frammed by golden brown hair. His eyes were startling blue, almost transparent with a slight hint of mischief. He winked at Serena before crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette “Face it old man, you are you and the Fonzie wannabe over there, are stuck in the past. It’s all about the future! Right girly?” He blew out a large plume of smoke into the bald guy’s face before smacking him on the back “No hard feelings, right? I mean, you can always sell your business to me and go sit on some white beach. Let me worry about this stuff~”
Serena face palmed, actually face palmed at this strange man’s choice of words. She raised an eyebrow when he winked at her, but actually felt kind of grateful for his support…Although she was unsure if it was really support or his way to get what he wanted. Still, she smirked a little and opened her mouth to say something. But then Will spoke his first word in a while and so she closed her mouth and glanced towards him as the room fell silent. “Hmm?”
((NPC---Seb)
Sometimes, Myra was so easy to predict…painfully easy. First the door, then the bookshelf and now Sebastian’s rather large and very heavy desk. He barely slid his chair out of the way in time to avoid having his desk smashed into his face. He remained in his seat as he watched the desk fly upwards and then back down to the ground with a terrifying crunch. His desk was the place he kept important documents…and now they were either ruined or out of order. “Myra…” The dark haired male stood up and narrowed his eyes. He towered over Myra by a good few inches and probably looked more menacing even with the smirk that was present. “Are you that angry? I don’t see why you are continuing to blame me for your misfortune when it comes to dealing with one little girl….” What he done next will probably cost earn him a very hard slap and a trip through some walls.
Sebastian closed the distance between them and grabbed one of Myra’s wrists, only one…it was like he didn’t care about the possible damage the free hand could do to him. “It will take me some time to clean this mess up which means I will lose the free time I did have” He leaned down towards the angry blonde female and chuckled “I shall now admit that somehow, that little thought pisses me off….Hmm…now how can you make it up to me?” His eyes glimmered with some sort of twisted emotion as his free hand stroked along Myra’s cheek “Hmm…Ah, I know how..” A portal opened up next to them and Sebastian turned the girl round to face it “You can step through there and go entertain little Freya, quality bonding time” He twirled her back around, kissed her before shoving her into his trashed desk “Or you can remain here and help me tidy up~” At that point some rope fell from his right hand as his smirk grew more twisted "Although, I can't say which option would be more fun or what one would be safer..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:18 am
Demios was caught off guard when Che agreed with him for a moment so much so he wasn't even phased by Che using his original name. To him it seemed odd that he didn't just throw back another snide comment. He continued doing what he could to help, but in the end he decided on another route "Hmm, maybe I should whip a few drinks" He said as he went to get a few items "Any suggestions for drinks?" He asked. Demios didn't really care about the movies he rarely had time or an interest in seeing movies, but he figured Amara had picked a few good ones. However, when Amara kicked Che, Demios couldn't help himself he began laughing at Che "its about time someone kicked your a** Che" he said when he got a hold of himself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 2:57 pm
"If I knew Aimee, she loved you back, not matter how you turn out. I am sure she wished she could be here with you even though the war is still on." The cold eyes of the blonde shifted from the man to the picture, a small sigh was released. "The whole time... I have been thinking that the one person in this world who understood me was dead at the age of 8. She truly was my only family. I am glad to see that she made you part of hers." Her eyes traveled back to Rou, a weak but genuine smile crossed her lips, showing a small sign of a caring nature.
"The whole healing thing, the physical contact is something I saw before but I though it was the medicine." Acelyn straightened her leg and brought it up to where he could see it. Her knees were covered in scars that were barely visible, something you wouldn't normally see. "I would fall off my bike all the time. She would wipe off the blood and kiss it. It would instantly feel better and I would let her put a bandaid on it. Next day it was a scar. I guess her healing abilities hadn't progressed enough to heal it without placing scars." The girl put her leg down, rubbing her knee instinctively. The bucket full of ice and the wine floated over to the table and slowly settled, letting Acelyn pour herself a glass of wine and also one for Rou.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:12 pm
((Myra))
Sebastian's stature and height weren't much of a deterrence to Myra. Neither did his smirk or menacing manner scare her. She twitched again as he inquired quite innocently why she she was that angry.... then he grabbed her. She twitched as he leaned towards him and playfully demanded retribution. She struggled and then moved a hand to super slap Sebastian, but then he stroked her cheek and she paused only to be turned around to face a portal. The golden haired woman twitched and pushed backwards, but was kissed and tossed into the trashed desk before she could complete the action. If Myra was hurt at all, it didn't show. She merely got up in a heartbeat from the wreckage of the desk. "....Grr... Sebby....." Her eyebrow twitched as she launched forward to punch Sebastian or suplex him. Either way, it would hurt....a lot.
((Will))
The Japanese trendy dressed business man narrowed his eyes as Serena insulted him. "Those aren't my guns, remember?" He wasn't the one who made the guns that Serena declared lame, so he didn't think her comments applied to him. "You have guts though..." But Baldylocks cut right in, steaming with a red face and smoke blowing out of his ears. "What do you know?!! It's a matter of preference depending on the user! And you just don't understand!" The "don't understand" statement was directed to the fourth guy whose speech resembled a surfer guy.
To make the scene crazier, upon hearing the fourth visitor call him a Fonzie, the Japanese Fonzie randomly hit an mp3 player he had on his person to make itt start playing music. "Aehhh cool The woman has spunk...but that is not needed here. How about you put yourself to use and make us some tea? And you..."The Japanese trendy business man pointed toward the fourth man. "Your guns don't look any better."
Meanwhile, the eldest had to make a comment in response to the fourth man's comments. "The art is one of patience and integrity. Your attitude lacks that grace in the art. The inexperienced often make judgments too rashly, but with mistakes come opportunities to learn....lest too many are made."
And the whole time Will was calm...as always. It was good Serena had more self restraint now. He hadn't called the meeting to kill the visitors. The Satan Owl put an arm on Serena's shoulder and patted her on the shoulder. The room fell silent as he spoke. "The results are all that matter, gentlemen. This lady here just happens to be a gun expert. You would do well to heed her advice as she is my advisor at this meeting."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:24 pm
((Serena))
“Guts? You don’t even know the half of it…” Serena muttered dryly. Her silver eyes stared blankly into the eyes of the balding man who simply couldn’t keep his mouth shut or take her words as advice. “I know far more than you think” She sighed feeling less than amused by the two men who seemed to be determined to piss her off. “Now stop using up all the oxygen in the room for your mindless comments and shitty insults. Not only are you an eyesore but a walking headache…” If anyone was going to end up dead first….it was probably him. Already now, Serena was eyeing him up like a hawk gazing at a mouse…and this hawk was hungry.
Well, the bald man might have been first if the greasy haired guy hadn’t been so blatantly sexist. “Tea?” The Vanishing Owls eye twitched as his words repeated in her head, pissing her off further still. Her hand which had been stroking her gun was now gripped around the weapon as she battled between restraint and her need to defend herself. “Oh I will make you some tea….How about a nice cup tipped over your head?” Her words were icy and to the point. She was by no means joking around, it was either a cup over his head or a bullet to his groin…Both were so very tempting right now.
“Woah woah woooooah…what is with all this pure hatred?” The youngest male said while smirking in amusement “Let’s all just chill…And Fonzie, my guns are hot and better looking than yours.” He leaned forwards and picked up one of his guns and held it out like it was a gift from God “Slim, Light, efficient and cheap to craft. Doll face, wouldn’t you agree?” He nodded and ‘Mmm’ed’ softly “It would suit you well, sexy but deadly~” Hermit guy spoke next and won a frown from the younger male “Geez, why do you have to piss all over my fireworks? My art is the future! I am learning and sharing my wisdom of youth!”
Ok, so perhaps all these men needed a bullet to the head. Serena was ready, her gun was in her hand, all that remained was for her to pull it out and be rid of these guys before they could push her even more. Her muscles tensed and her trigger hand twitched on the trigger…Alas, she was momentarily halted when Will placed an arm on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped to him quickly and she released her hand from the gun, opting to place both hands on her lap and away from her precious weapon. “Hmph…They are all far too self-superior to heed my advice. Let them make their mistakes and come crawling back with apologise. I really don’t care.”
((NPC---Seb)
Sebastian braced himself for contact. He knew that Myra’s attack was going to hurt and he was ready for it…Or as ready as he could be. Just as he expected, he was sent crashing painfully through the wall behind him. He landed smashed against the wall in the hallway and remained on the floor bleeding from various injuries. Smirking still, the butler pulled himself upright and coughed “…” He ran a hand through his now messy hair and gazed through the gaping hole in the wall at the blonde haired fire cracker. “Oh dear…Will won’t be happy with this added window….” He muttered as he used the wall to help pull himself up. “All this mess….and to think I only came here to see you~” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He had come back to Japan to finish with some work…But, he had also planned on finishing it quickly and use the rare free time with Myra. Which, he kinda did…even if it was spent with her bashing him around and trashing his office….
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:13 pm
((Myra))
The golden haired guardian was still steaming. Her fist was clenched in a Shizuo style manner. (For the record, Myra came before I even heard of Shizuo and DRRR) She had not gone full out otherwise Sebastian would have smashed through a couple more walls and...well.... a bunch of other things. And now? Now, Sebastian had stood up and dusted himself and was simply smiling and looking at her through the "new" window. "Liar!" Like a tigress, Myra pounced through the hole and on top of Sebastian and knocked him over. "Pillow~" That was a completely out of character moment for Myra, but clearly, Myra was feeling both stressed and glad to some extent that Sebastian had returned. She had about had it with Freya.
((Will))
The question posed to the readers should be "Is the fourth guy Daryle Saxton in disguise?!" However, that couldn't be possible, could it? The Breezy Flame had just been in Las Vegas fighting in an underground tournament. Was he still there or was he now somewhere else? Only Haka and Will know~
The men at this meeting were rather arrogant and proud each in their own ways. Clearly, they were in competition. Baldylocks was just plain losing because his temper was getting the best of him. Perhaps, he was simply not used to conducting business with a female around or he was not used to them participating besides looking like dolls and serving. Maybe the Fonzie was having that issue too except his temper wasn't running rampage because he didn't think his guns would be insulted as the balding man's was.
Will was not one to hold to gender standards. While it was true that historically, most societies were patriarchal, the Satan Owl was someone of chaos and so he didn't necessarily follow them. He had women in high up positions as well, even if it meant a certain lady seemed to run a whole house down when doing a chore that didn't seem quite right for someone of her stature. The logic was that different people were suited for different jobs, and Will knew exactly where to place them to optimize their skills and to allow them opportunities to improve in the other areas. And no, Serena was not considered to be in a particularly high position to Will. She was just an assassin, an assassin whose status had now trumped the status of many many people in Will's organizations because of to-be-big tummy. Whether it would stay that way if Will happened to pass on was something that depended on the organization's people and Serena herself. In history, one yakuza clan's leader had fallen, and while the wife had tried to keep control, it failed because the men were fighting to take control. To the men, the wife was just that; the boss's wife and nothing more.
Will patted Serena to calm her although he knew that the patting wasn't something Serena favored. She was staring at Baldy like a hawk. He could feel her sentiments toward man. They screamed "Can I shoot him now, Will?!!" and then momentarily changed into "Can I shoot THEM now?!!"
Of course luckily for Serena, before anyone could object to her or retort, the youngest surfer attitude guy went “Woah woah woooooah…what is with all this pure hatred? “Let’s all just chill…And Fonzie, my guns are hot and better looking than yours.” Apparently, this guy really thought his guns were better. Well, of course he did. Each and every visitor thought his guns were better than the others. Will smiled all too innocently when the fourth held out his gun as if it was a gift from God. What was this theatrical attempt? There was a f***ing halo light around the gun. Bad move. And luckily or unluckily, the fourth was the one who had ripped off one of Hitonomi's designs. But anyhow, Will had seen enough. There was no point to drag on the meeting if they were going to just keep bickering meaninglessly.
"You heard what the lady said. This meeting isn't for marketing or bickering. I am taking bids for a new design, but the designs must be functional first." The Satan Owl smirked. He didn't use any of the visitors' names on purpose. "Baldylocks, hmm? Catchy name if you're European." He chuckled. "Make the changes Serena suggested and think on the design a bit more before you come back. Fonzie, I'm still waiting on your perfect design since it's not here. And you two, I'll consider Grandpa's design and I'll keep a sample of the Toddler's too."
The wizened elder raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest Will calling him Grandpa even though he had no way of knowing that Will was older than him by eons. The balding man glared at Will, but managed to keep his composure because he simply had to. Fonzie blinked and turned off the music on his mp3.
((Haka, feel free to control all NPCs. I tired too. Knock yourself out! xd ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:27 pm
Roulin just forced a quaint, brief grin out moments after Acelyn admitted to him that Aimee may have had a second thought contrasting what he thought. Somewhere, the red haired french woman was smiling casting a hopeful glow upon him. As a skeptic, he wouldn't believe it until she either rose from the dead and showed it, or he died and met her again. The prospect of deceased girl agreeing with his actions and motives though was a nice prospect to think about, hypothetical or otherwise. "Yeah, I am too. Looking back though, part of me regrets meeting her and dragging her to her doom. The other blames her for loving me like she did...getting deep into this mess until it drove her away. I wish you could've know her longer honestly. You'd have loved her as much as I did."
Acelyn presented to Roulin the fruits of Aimee's early work and with an interested, yet seemingly passive stare, he inspected the scars on the girl's knees. Later in life, he knew Aimee could heal damages and wounds to a point where any residual markings would've been nonexistent. "That's why we wear kneepads One. To prevent this accidents," joked the Life Owl dismissively. After the wine was called over by the blonde's iron bending abilities, Roulin sat his glass next to his ankle but not before nodding in appreciation. Still inspecting the scars, he took upon himself to heal the unsightly markings entirely. Looking past the wine that sat chillingly in the bucket of ice, he spoke out calmly, "Aimee's powers became extraordinary, but I managed to slip past her after I absorbed her abilities. Anyway, c'mere. Let me get rid of those for you."
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"Ouch! Woman...." Che looked over to Amara, his lip poked out in a pout after his a** was given a swift kick. Reflexively, he went rub his bottom, but remembered that he was cooking. He was no chef, but there was a kosher aesthetic he preferred to follow when preparing food. Even if that meant having to stand through a kick from Amara. "I see those kickboxing sessions have been paying off. And shush Demios..." Che said, looking over his shoulder to the other Owl who once served as a vessel for the supernatural. "You get kicked in the rear by her and see if you're laughing. If you're going to make something, just put whipped cream in it...or just make it a root beer float. I'm not in a alcoholic mood tonight."
Some of the catfish was diced while others were kept whole to marinade over time. The Owls in the room had powers to speed the process so allowing anything to sit over night wasn't a necessary option. "What do I want for dessert? Well, apple pie sounds nice. With vanilla ice cream...someone should run to the store and get some Reese cups. Alot of Reese cups..." The elder Owl felt like a child when given the option of choosing just what dessert was and like a child, he was going to pack as much sugar as he could into any cold dairy treat or warm pastry he could find. Even with this culinary adoration going on, Amara was still able to pinpoint just how he felt deeper at his core. Her question caught him off guard and his brow cocked in question. He didn't turn to face her when he chose to reply.
"Nothing is wrong. Just...tired and busy like the card on my forehead says. Planning and stuff. The usual." The spices went on the fish now and the parsley and things to spruce it up followed. Passing by the girl now, he kept his expression calm to hide from her anything inkling that his mind was truly elsewhere. "Your baby likes to keep me up by the way...but that's not what I'm tired. You know why I'm busy. Eh, don't worry about it. Just know that I'm feelin' fine."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:42 pm
"Demi...could you be a dear and run to go get those reeses please" she asked him. "If you want you can take Aiden for company, it'll give you two some time to bond shortly before returning to movie night" she told him. She knew that Che wasn't being honest with her and hopefully Demios would pick up on the hint that they needed to talk briefly before eating and everything commenced. The psion then began to telekineticly manipulate various aspects of the meal as far as helping with preparation and even started on the drinks. "I still need a drink" she said as wine was pouring into a glass for her. As it made it's way towards her she grabbed the glass, taking a savoring sip of the red wine. "Good stuff" she said with a satisfied sigh.
"Are you really going to sit up here and lie to me Che? I don't have to read your mind to know that something is bothering you...it's unhealthy to harbor feelings and stress and not tell anyone" she reassured the mastering OWL. "I remember you telling me when I was 15 that 'feelings' will get in the line of work...and I totatlly agree with you, it taught me how to seperate business from personal...but you Che...you can't be business at all times...and besides I'm not here to hurt you, so you can be honest. Is everything okay between you and Roulin, Moli? Do you miss Paine? is it that Kate girl? What has she done?" she asked as she continued to speak. "If she's done anything to hurt you then I can hurt her for you Che" she said to him in a defensive tone. The psion only had a genuine interest in her paternal figure and defending him was just one of the task she would carry for him. Turning the fire on low, the vegetables began to cook. Grabbing the bottle of wine, she doused some of the catfish with it. "Everything tastes better with wine" she said with a sheepish grin.
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