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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:26 pm
Duri of course still being curious had a few wardrobe changes of his own but he decided to keep asking "so Ryou, what can you do?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:26 pm
"It's useless describing it..." Zadea mused, watching Ryou. "A cursed eye, eh? I won't hide if you won't..." She said, smiling broadly, mischeviously. A paw went up to her right eye, removing the grey contact carefully with a claw. But the moment after she removed the cover-up, she closed her eye.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:28 pm
Duriono felt kinda foolish to ask in the first place and stared over at the sign Zadea put up before and stared at the take it outside part it's true he wanted some action but he wouldn't push anyone into it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:40 pm
Zadea smiled at Duri's fidgeting. She shivered for a moment, bowing her head down. "Ugh." She said, distastefully, before straightening out, and glancing warily about the room. "Huh, I guess not..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:40 pm
Ryou kept his eye covered, his gaze shifted to the door. "If I expose my eye in here... you guys might die... when I use it... I turn into a gigantic ferocious demon... my girlfriend has had the unpleasantry of seeing it face to face..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:43 pm
"uhhh sooo what to do, what to do.." Duriono kept chanting this and completely ignored thee humorus comment from Ryou "what to do, what to do...."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:47 pm
Zadea winced, then gave Ryou an understanding nod. "I get it. I guess we'll see on the battlefield?" She mused, slipping the contact back in, a faint slip of red could be seen. She then turned away from the group, bending over to grab a bottle of alka-seltzer and pour some into a glass. She sipped on it, smiling faintly now, thinking. For some reason, the sparkling water was ever so faintly tinged pink.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:49 pm
Apollo walks into the tavern, looking around at his new allies. He sits at a booth near enough to talk to the others, but far enough to be ignored if they don't wish his presence.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:49 pm
"Who knows," Ryou smiled, "if you do see me in that form... kindly back away because I have a nice wolfish howl attack the wiped out half of Tokyo at one point." He was smiling a bit nervously, blushing slightly under his scarf.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:50 pm
"ok im gonna find somethin to do" Duri got up and went back to the customers.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:52 pm
Zadea grinned widely, and looked at the man who just walked in. "Welcome, sir! May I get you anything?" She asked, her tail lifted, swishing around happily. Her ears were twisted somewhat forward, listening intently. She pulled off her cloak as she waved, stuffing it under the counter.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:00 pm
Of course Zadea called the mystery man just as Duri was going to bug him and stormed off to someone else and notice someone out of place he sat down next to the person and started questioning him not many could hear this but they went outside for a few minutes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:08 pm
Ryou smiled at Zadea, "From quiet yet talky bar manager to hyper waitress in a split second..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:11 pm
Duriono came back inside like nothing happened and fixed his coat which was splattered in blood "anyway did you show her?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:14 pm
She grinned hugely, baring her many fangs once again. Now finished with her alka-seltzer, she vaulted the bar again, and went about collecting empty glasses, which she took into a different back room. She hummed a nonsense to tune to herself all the while, as people couldn't hear her silent footfalls otherwise. Her feet, shaped like cat paws, were bare, making no noise at all on the worn wooden floors.
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