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Post by Zephyr Strife on Jan 7, 2011 9:16:32 GMT -5
1) Scipio will come in here, but I'm actually looking for Ashemir or Analisia to come across Zeph (or both, TIME FOR DRAMA! XD)
2) Posting order may not be readily required, if you have something you can do, feel free to post.
3) After three days, we'll stop trying to wait for you if you haven't posted.
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Zephyr was sitting at the Fountain Square waiting for Scipio to wake up. She looked calm, much older than her typical, childish self. She had changed from her bright purple shirt and tight trousers into something more loose and light colored, which only added to the change in her apparent age. She was reminding herself that Vincencio had warned her that Seriah had guests, one of them being Ashemir, and told her that she was to avoid the warlord's house at all costs. So, after some griping (and scolding from Vincencio) she decided to meet Scipio at the Square when he woke up. After their conversation in Tiaelde, she had decided not to wake him like she had before. He was used to sleeping and so she'd let him sleep. She'd gone to sit by the Fountain and had watched the sun rise, but now she was getting impatient, waiting for Scipio to get here, almost tempted to go wake him up now that the sun was up and it was nearly noon. She shifted, crossing one leg over her other thigh and brushing a hand down the soft brown fabric of her pants, wiping away some invisible speck of dirt. Her shirt was loose, sleeves that came to her elbows and had extra fabric that trailed beneath her arms. It was a pastel orange, something much different compared to her typical colors. She moved her foot up and down, sighing softly as she looked around. What a boring morning... She hoped something would happen soon.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 7, 2011 14:35:15 GMT -5
Analisia stepped out of the tavern that she had stayed the night in, cloak heavy on her shoulders. Her light traveling dress underneath the cloak was a light blue, seemingly moreso due to her tan skin. She didn't bother with the hood of her cloak, it seemed to bring more attention to her in large crowds when she did so. Analisia was in a good mood, her visit with Ashemir had been amusing, she had drunken more than enough to lend her a good night's sleep the evening before. And she felt that few things would be able to bring her down. Of course, as she walked down the street towards the middle of the town, she happened to spot just one of those things. She growled darkly. "Zephyr...." She nearly hissed the name as she walked towards the short girl. Her hands twitched near her daggers hiding spot, ready to release it's hold and dive the blade right into the bitches heart at a moment's notice. She walked up until she was just behind the young looking vampire, waiting for the girl to notice and recognize her. And the dark look that was on Analisia's face.
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Post by Zephyr Strife on Jan 7, 2011 14:43:07 GMT -5
For a change, it was only her looks that betrayed her. Zephyr was wearing a light perfume, under Vincencio's advisement, and she smelled of roses and lilac. She didn't move when the smokey smell of a werewolf came up behind her and filled her nose. She closed her eyes when she recognized the scent but she didn't turn around to face Analisia. She was unarmed and merely enjoying the music of the Square while waiting on Scipio. She didn't want to deal with anything that the werewolf would bring up. She had been doing her job in the forest and now she was trying to get a break. "Analisia, was it?" she said, quietly, opening her cat's eye yellow eyes and looking ahead of her. "Hello."
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 7, 2011 14:49:45 GMT -5
Analisia stepped around Zephyr, walking around so that she could see her face. Analisia snarled again, but couldn't smell any metal on this small vampire. "Seems you are a little underdressed, Zephyr. Forgetting something are we?" She smirks and takes the end of her braid, bringing it up to her mouth to chew on. Other hand still hovering almost unnoticably at her side. Right where her hidden dagger was. Her eyes drifted over Zephyr. "Speaking of dressed.... what is with the bright colors. I figured you wouldn't have wanted to bring attraction to you, especially considering what you are...." Another smirk, even with the braid's tip playing at the end of her mouth.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 14:50:38 GMT -5
Ashemir had decided after meeting Analisia to wear the scent of apples again.
And again, he could only spend so much time with Draven, so here he was again. Just walking the streets.
...What the fuck was SHE doing here?
He knew it was Seriah's territory, but Ashemir bristled at the sight of Zephyr as if it was his own. Already she was being confronted by Analisia. Well good! The werewolf could tear her throat out and be done with it! Ashemir wanted, very desperately so, to join in immediately, but he hung back on the side of the road, watching for now as a very eager spectator. Oh where oh where was that beautiful violent explosion?
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Post by Zephyr Strife on Jan 7, 2011 14:57:49 GMT -5
Zephyr looked up at Analisia in a calm manner. She seemed tired, worn out and unwilling to bristle back at the werewolf that was taunting her. She inhaled the scents around her, the flowery smell she wore, the smokey smell of the Werecreatures... Apples. Oh great. She blinked as she scanned the crowd for who owned that smell, catching a glimpse of Ashemir before continuing to look around as if she couldn't find it. Alright, so there would be no chance of her escaping without some sort of confrontation. She released the breath she'd taken in and closed her eyes, dropping her head slightly, locks of black hair falling over her shoulder. "If you're going to tell people around here what I am, go for it," she said, just as quietly as before. "I'm waiting for someone. And I'll wait here until he comes."
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 7, 2011 15:03:45 GMT -5
Analisia watched Zephyr's reaction carefully. It wasn't what she was expecting in the least, and that put her off. Analisia dropped her braid and crossed both arms beneath her breast, one eyebrow shooting up precariously high. She looked down, quite literally, at this vampire's reaction. Disappointed. "It honestly depends, bitch, so far it doesn't seem as though I have a reason to out you... If I might ask, who are you waiting for? A companion, lunch?" It was difficult to taunt one who didn't throw back.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 15:28:33 GMT -5
When Zephyr caught a glimpse of him, Ashemir gave her a venomous smile. Good luck, bitch. On that note, please die. The tension made him want to jump out and start the fight for them, but Ashemir was exercising the greatest of his patience. It was a surprise he wasn't yelling as well. Do it! Ouuuut heeeerrr!
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Post by Zephyr Strife on Jan 7, 2011 15:58:25 GMT -5
"That's none of your business," Zephyr answered coolly, looking back up at Ana without moving to get away from her. "But I'm not doing anything wrong so I think you should go talk to your friend over there." At this, she pointed at Ashemir without looking at him again. She blinked her bright eyes and leaned back against the bench she was sitting on, lowering her hands to her lap and clasping them together there. "And no need to use your pet name for me, I called you by your name," she added.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 7, 2011 18:56:28 GMT -5
Analisia followed Zephyr's finger to see Ashemir. Then looked back down at Zephyr. "Yes, Zephyr you did call me by my name, perhaps I have just gotten used to calling you the other name. Ever since you stabbed me..." The dry humor dripped from Analisia's words like toxin. But she said no more. Zephyr was confusing the hell out of her, where was the fiesty girl that she had fought in the mountains. The one whose ass she wanted to firmly kick. "So.. who put a collar around your neck? Finally found someone to tame the beast?" Her words were teasing and her tone more playful than pissed, but that didn't stop her from wanting this girl's blood. As she quickly reminded herself. If Zephyr didn't make the first move soon, Ana was going to give up and just throttle the bitch.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 19:05:05 GMT -5
Ashemir laced his fingers together and continued waiting. So Zephyr wasn't going to be cooperative? Too bad. Maybe if she got Analisia talking, she'd delay the inevitable for longer. Poor stupid girl.
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Post by Zephyr Strife on Jan 7, 2011 19:13:47 GMT -5
"I really don't think you need to know my business here," Zephyr repeated, standing up and stepping around Analisia. "It doesn't involve you so, therefore, you should butt out." She clasped her hands behind her back, moving to another bench. It was closer to Ashemir, but it was also closer to a set of the musicians. Now maybe the werewolf would leave her the fuck alone. Doubtful but, if Scipio actually woke up and joined her, she might have a reprive from the constant onslought of taunts and insults. Didn't the wolf understand she'd been doing her job? She didn't feel like explaining that to the stupid creature. And if Ashemir wanted to get in her face too, fine. At the moment, she was fighting off the urge to go back to Vincencio's house and stay inside. But she wasn't about to let the two drive her off when the day was so nice and the music was so pretty.
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Post by Scipio Varick on Jan 7, 2011 19:48:29 GMT -5
(And here comes Harhunt's SECOND favorite character! )
Scipio had been awake for nearly ten minutes now, huddled beneath his blanket, blearily glowering at the window, weighing his options. On one hand, he hadn't fallen asleep until the small hours of the morning (he blamed it on being sober, for once); on the other, he had told Zephyr he was going to meet her. And she had been nice enough to let him wake up on his own.
Well, that was a mistake, he thought, rolling over and pulling the blanket so that only his mess of dark hair was visible. He guessed it was somewhere around noon, but even on a good day he considered this still too early for him to get up. After a few more minutes of being prodded by his conscience (nice of it to show up now), however, he grudgingly rolled out of bed, reaching for his clothes and boots.
He left the Inn in a rather determinedly good mood- mussing a hand through his hair in a halfhearted attempt to make it look presentable, he glanced around for the Vampire, realizing he should have asked to clarify her directions. When at last he found her, she was in the company of another pretty woman, though her countenance was not so welcoming.
"Hello," Scipio said to them both, smiling at them both. "Sorry I'm late, Zeph. Whose your friend?" the last part was directed to the other woman.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 7, 2011 19:55:57 GMT -5
Analisia smiled at Zephyr, she really didn't care what the vampire thought. Of course she followed her to the other bench, this time being purposefully obnoxious. And then a human waltzed up the the scene. Analisia looked this new man over and raised an eyebrow at him, looking him directly in the eyes. Which was easy considering they were the same size. She looked back at Zephyr and smiled at the small woman. "Friend? No human, I dont really think you could deign me her friend... However, my name is Analisia." She bowed her head slightly to the human male and then looked at Ashemir, seeing how he would take this new turn of events.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 21:10:04 GMT -5
Ashemir quirked his brow, his reaction similar to Analisia's aside from the recognition sparking in his eyes. And how interesting, he knew Zephyr. How very interesting. Unfortunately, it looked like the man was going to stop yet another activity from occurring, not that Ashemir wasn't entirely unappreciative of the interruption the last time.
He finally approached the small group, turning his gaze down to the vampiress, saying in a tone as blank as ever, "Hello, Zephyr."
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