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 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 4:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 3:14 pm
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Kamui's dark, sapphire eyes had been lazily focused on the door for several seconds when it opened to reveal the cloaked young woman. The blast of unpleasantly cold air rushed through the room, but seemed to evaporate instantly once the door was closed again. The flames of the lanterns lining the walls still danced energetically, as if they welcomed even the cold. His eyes stayed focused on her as she tried to remain inconspicuous. He seemed to stare straight through the cloak to what she really was.
Once she had settled at her table, he slowly stood from his stool, his movements unnaturally fluid. He didn't even seem to notice the slit in Bei's skirt, but he did. He walked on silent footsteps to stand next to her table, his dark hair shimmering orange in the light of the fireplace. His expression was empty, as always.
"May I help you...?" His question was simple and direct. If she wanted a drink, room, or simply a place to lay low, it was her's to request.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 3:27 pm
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#♭♫♪♭♪♫♭#
Misha turned at the sound of someone 'talking,' if that was talking. She saw a woman, apparently drunk, sitting at the bar with two other people, and realized that she was the only one at a table. The drunk woman smiled at her, and Misha smiled a small little smile back, as if to say, "Why, hello there, stranger. May I ask why you're talking to me?" Misha hoped the woman was to drunk to remember her features later.
The man got up and walked towards Misha. Immediately the girl tensed and got on the defensive side, ready for anything. His empty expression did nothing to soothe her; rather, it made her even more watchful.
"Why yes, I think you can. Do you have rooms here? And if I may ask, do you keep a written account of the guests of said rooms?" Misha answered, with a voice as flowing and charming as music. If he did have rooms, this seemed like a perfect place to lodge until her trail fell cold. And if he kept an account, why, she'd just have to borrow it when she left. Or, at least, borrow her portion.
#♭♫♪♭♪♫♭#
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 10:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 2:45 pm
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Kamui regarded her with no flexuation in his expression what-so-ever. He simply answered the questions she posed, "Yes and no." He turned and walked back to the bar, walking around the back side of it at the end closest to the steps which led upstairs. He didn't even take the time to explain whether he meant what he said to answer both questions at once or each individual question seperately. Did he simply mean to answer without answering, or did he mean yes to her first question and no to the latter?
As he walked behind the bar, he plucked a single key off a rack of keys on the wall, tossing the key in the direction of her table. The key glinted in the dim light as it travled through the air, landing on the edge of her table and skittering to a stop directly in front of her. A large Roman numeral was engraved into the base of the key, which read, "II".
Kamui, having not even broken stride or glanced at her as he tossed the key, sat silently on his stool on the opposite side of that bar from his three patrons. Well, two since one was laying on top of the bar.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:08 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 5:15 pm
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