Awesome, action time! Just woke up, post will come some time later.
Also, someone else who does TKD? In a Korean school, no less? \just a beginner though.
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Well, since I'm all caught up with my rps on the site for now and since I love interactions, I threw up a quick post real, uh, quick. 8D
Before Andre had the chance to reply, Sigur found a new challenger approaching - or, uh, returning, as it was the same guy that'd acted all know-it-all earlier. And as it turned out, these few minutes apart hadn't much changed him. The guy was still acting like a stuck up parent. God, he hated those types, even more than he hated homos planting kisses on his face.
... Well, almost.
Sigur turned to face the guy and cocked a brow at his notion to 'calm down'. What, did he look like he was something but calm or something? True, yeah, he cursed, but that was more common of him than saying hello, and he hadn't raised his voice above the volume it normally was. He didn't really do yelling; after all, all raising your voice did was take away the force in whatever comebacks you had in store and all. He'd seen that in a lot of arguments; the one with the sharper tongue and more leveled head won. Or, you know, the one with the bigger, badder fist, because half the populace usually retorted to violence at some point anyway. He'd had enough black eyes to testament that. Anyway, so then, what, was it his face that made him look mad or something? ... Shit, his face was still visibly red, wasn't it. Yeah, probably, all thanks to his look-I'm-fucking-Snow-White skintone that let show any and all changes in color for hours. Well then.
"Ever heard of 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'?" Sigur spoke up suddenly, even if he was aware he was interrupting whatever bonding was going on with the two dudes in front of him. It felt weird of him to use that saying to his advantage when usually he was the one who was all about 'going against the flow', but then, this situation was kinda special. Being yourself and doing whatever you wanted - be it making out with the same sex or whatever - was all cool, if it didn't involve getting freaking physical with an unwilling stranger. Especially if the unwilling stranger was him.
"Or, to put it in modern terms," he continued with a groan and a bored flick of his wrist. "'When outside a region where sexual harassment's a thing, control your fucking urges.' As for kids, eh," he looked around the room with a shrug. "Don't see anyone young enough not to be able to handle a few 'fucks' there and 'asses' here. What, you one of those people whose mommy censored every channel until you turned twenty? Well, newsflash, bro; kids fucking curse too."
... Well, almost.
Sigur turned to face the guy and cocked a brow at his notion to 'calm down'. What, did he look like he was something but calm or something? True, yeah, he cursed, but that was more common of him than saying hello, and he hadn't raised his voice above the volume it normally was. He didn't really do yelling; after all, all raising your voice did was take away the force in whatever comebacks you had in store and all. He'd seen that in a lot of arguments; the one with the sharper tongue and more leveled head won. Or, you know, the one with the bigger, badder fist, because half the populace usually retorted to violence at some point anyway. He'd had enough black eyes to testament that. Anyway, so then, what, was it his face that made him look mad or something? ... Shit, his face was still visibly red, wasn't it. Yeah, probably, all thanks to his look-I'm-fucking-Snow-White skintone that let show any and all changes in color for hours. Well then.
"Ever heard of 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'?" Sigur spoke up suddenly, even if he was aware he was interrupting whatever bonding was going on with the two dudes in front of him. It felt weird of him to use that saying to his advantage when usually he was the one who was all about 'going against the flow', but then, this situation was kinda special. Being yourself and doing whatever you wanted - be it making out with the same sex or whatever - was all cool, if it didn't involve getting freaking physical with an unwilling stranger. Especially if the unwilling stranger was him.
"Or, to put it in modern terms," he continued with a groan and a bored flick of his wrist. "'When outside a region where sexual harassment's a thing, control your fucking urges.' As for kids, eh," he looked around the room with a shrug. "Don't see anyone young enough not to be able to handle a few 'fucks' there and 'asses' here. What, you one of those people whose mommy censored every channel until you turned twenty? Well, newsflash, bro; kids fucking curse too."
And smashing Thunder Stone against the thing's head just to watch it refuse.
It took Zahira a while to realize she had been talked to as the girl had, in her usual airheaded fashion, already drifted off to her own little fantasy world regarding the stranger, complete with princes on white horses, dragons, swords and what have you. It wasn't until a hand suddenly penetrated her field of vision that her daydream vanished in a pop and the girl returned back to the present with a jolt. Her eyes shot back up into the boy's, and she had to do her very best to keep herself from drifting off again as he spoke. He apologized and introduced himself, and the latter action made Zahira's smile falter just a little.
O-oh... if the boy introduced himself by name, did that mean that he... didn't see names like she did? Had she made a mistake of some sort? As surreptitiously as she could, the girl glanced at the tag floating above his head. Surely enough, it did read Gamer. Then did he just not see names like she did? Did he have some other sort of ability? The boy was staring at her too... a-ah, wait, he didn't have like... an x-ray vision or anything, did he?! Blushing at the thought, crazy as it was, Zahira took one careful step away, just in case. T-this was way too sudden, she wasn't ready to show that much to-
"Wait, you're a Gamer?"
Zahira raised her brow, a bit more relaxed again, her crazy fears of x-rays forgotten for the time being."Uh... um, yes...? Ah! I mean, not a gamer like... like a nerdy gamer or anything! I take showers like normal people, and I don't lock myself in my room, or, or, anything!" She rushed to explain, not wanting his image of her ruined from the getgo. For some reason she couldn't fathom, people tended to get negative views on her rather quick.
"Quest?" She repeated just then, realizing she'd been asked a question. "Oh! Oh, yes, I did! I was supposed to find others, so I looked, and then I found you, just like the quest promised, so I completed it - in a few minutes!" The girl beamed, happy, hands on her hips as if to illustrate how proud she was.
Just then, a voice calling out her name alerted the girl to the presence of others. Curious, green eyes wide and head tilted, she turned to the direction of the voice and instantly saw two men approaching. Both of them had a Gamer tag floating above their heads, but once again it wasn't that Zahira paid attention to. No, rather, she was going over their appearances. They both were around her age, both wore glasses, and neither looked like the stereotypical gamer she'd feared to encounter - although the scrawnier of the two did look a bit geeky. The other one, though... he was tall, wow! And, judging by his attire, he was also rich. Zahira found herself staring again, head already hurting from conflicting thoughts. Wasn't the quest supposed to find her a prince?! Not multiple! Ow, now what should she do?!
"Mr. God, o-one would have been fine," Zahira mumbled to herself, eyes cast low now that she didn't know where to lay her gaze. Figuring that either way, it would be rude of her not to say anything, she drew in a breath and shouted, eyes closed and using perhaps a bit more volume than was necessary: "N-nice to meet you all!"
O-oh... if the boy introduced himself by name, did that mean that he... didn't see names like she did? Had she made a mistake of some sort? As surreptitiously as she could, the girl glanced at the tag floating above his head. Surely enough, it did read Gamer. Then did he just not see names like she did? Did he have some other sort of ability? The boy was staring at her too... a-ah, wait, he didn't have like... an x-ray vision or anything, did he?! Blushing at the thought, crazy as it was, Zahira took one careful step away, just in case. T-this was way too sudden, she wasn't ready to show that much to-
"Wait, you're a Gamer?"
Zahira raised her brow, a bit more relaxed again, her crazy fears of x-rays forgotten for the time being."Uh... um, yes...? Ah! I mean, not a gamer like... like a nerdy gamer or anything! I take showers like normal people, and I don't lock myself in my room, or, or, anything!" She rushed to explain, not wanting his image of her ruined from the getgo. For some reason she couldn't fathom, people tended to get negative views on her rather quick.
"Quest?" She repeated just then, realizing she'd been asked a question. "Oh! Oh, yes, I did! I was supposed to find others, so I looked, and then I found you, just like the quest promised, so I completed it - in a few minutes!" The girl beamed, happy, hands on her hips as if to illustrate how proud she was.
Just then, a voice calling out her name alerted the girl to the presence of others. Curious, green eyes wide and head tilted, she turned to the direction of the voice and instantly saw two men approaching. Both of them had a Gamer tag floating above their heads, but once again it wasn't that Zahira paid attention to. No, rather, she was going over their appearances. They both were around her age, both wore glasses, and neither looked like the stereotypical gamer she'd feared to encounter - although the scrawnier of the two did look a bit geeky. The other one, though... he was tall, wow! And, judging by his attire, he was also rich. Zahira found herself staring again, head already hurting from conflicting thoughts. Wasn't the quest supposed to find her a prince?! Not multiple! Ow, now what should she do?!
"Mr. God, o-one would have been fine," Zahira mumbled to herself, eyes cast low now that she didn't know where to lay her gaze. Figuring that either way, it would be rude of her not to say anything, she drew in a breath and shouted, eyes closed and using perhaps a bit more volume than was necessary: "N-nice to meet you all!"
Lavender Town just became that much more horrifying. And hilarious.
4:50 AM could sleep but nope instead this.
4:50 AM could sleep but nope instead this.
One more forum to lurk in.
Why not.
Why not.
The demon followed the girl with his gaze as she moved about, fixing her hand. He was honestly curious as to her methods, and couldn't help but stretch his neck just a tad when he saw her spread something on her hand - something that, surprisingly enough, seemed to be actually effective, at least according to the girl herself. How curious. The substance looked strange to the demon, and its texture kind of reminded him of some of the creatures back home. Hm. Maybe he should catch a few and bottle them up for her? It could be a good 'thank you' gift.
She had brushed off the rescue as something anyone would have done, but the demon couldn't help but shake his head at that. "Not anyone," he commented with another headshake and a frown. "Most people I know would have left me there to rot." Of course, 'most people he knew' were not people at all but demons. But, hey. Details, schmetails.
His smile widened as she offered her name. Frankie? He couldn't recall having heard that particular human name before, but it wasn't bad. It fit her. And in either case, now his human had a name! And he... still didn't. Oh. Right, he had never taken the time to come up with one, and here she was, asking for it. Uh, well...
"Don't have oone~" the demon piped up honestly, eyes wide and shoulders raised into a theatrical shrug, mug still in hand. "So, you can gimme one! You picked me up from the street, so that's just normal, right? Since I'm yours now!" He said all of this with not the slightest hint of jest in his voice and with a smile that was nothing short of genuine. It was clear that, happy as he was, he wasn't kidding.
She had brushed off the rescue as something anyone would have done, but the demon couldn't help but shake his head at that. "Not anyone," he commented with another headshake and a frown. "Most people I know would have left me there to rot." Of course, 'most people he knew' were not people at all but demons. But, hey. Details, schmetails.
His smile widened as she offered her name. Frankie? He couldn't recall having heard that particular human name before, but it wasn't bad. It fit her. And in either case, now his human had a name! And he... still didn't. Oh. Right, he had never taken the time to come up with one, and here she was, asking for it. Uh, well...
"Don't have oone~" the demon piped up honestly, eyes wide and shoulders raised into a theatrical shrug, mug still in hand. "So, you can gimme one! You picked me up from the street, so that's just normal, right? Since I'm yours now!" He said all of this with not the slightest hint of jest in his voice and with a smile that was nothing short of genuine. It was clear that, happy as he was, he wasn't kidding.
Alright, good to hear! Got another post in, sorry if it's ramble-y. Bad habit, hrm.
If you want help with the research, I'm always up for an excuse to read more about magical creatures, heh. I like the book idea as well, and it could be fun if Leonora ever found out about that. She would have a thousand questions to ask her.
Heh, I can imagine. Especially since at first glance, her new slave might not seem too intelligent. |D
If you want help with the research, I'm always up for an excuse to read more about magical creatures, heh. I like the book idea as well, and it could be fun if Leonora ever found out about that. She would have a thousand questions to ask her.
Heh, I can imagine. Especially since at first glance, her new slave might not seem too intelligent. |D
As a stark contrast to Leonora's own lengthy ramblings, the woman who'd come for her offered only a few words in greeting. Namely, she offered a name, followed by a curtsy that was far more practiced and proper than the one Leonora'd saluted her with. The girl felt her face heat up just a tad from poorly concealed embarrassment over her lackluster performance, but she willed it away before it became too visible - or at least, she hoped she did.
"Miss Richards, then," the girl repeated, more to herself than to the other. She didn't have a natural knack for remembering names, and often had to repeat them over a few times before she could truly claim she'd mastered them. And, this being her new master, she felt it was vital to start that process as early as possible.
So, as Tara prepared to pay for her purchase, Leonora focused on repeating her name and looking everywhere except at the money. Despite her earlier preparations and already resolving that there was no other choice than this, she still felt rather sick at the thought of a human being exchangeable for wealth - particularly so because this human happened to be she, herself. She didn't want to know the sum they'd placed on her, not know the 'value' they'd tagged her with. After all, no matter what it was, she would feel it insufficient. Any normal human would.
"Come."
That simple word was enough it took to snap the girl out of her thoughts. She scurried after - and in front of, once instructed to do so - Tara, not bothering to look behind her once the two exited the building. She would not miss the place, not one bit, and she let it show by flipping the bird at the people behind her moments before the heavy door closed with a distinctive, final clang. She got under the umbrella when offered and, eyes closed, breathed in fresh air. The rain had purified it nicely, and the wet scent lingering in the air smelled of a new beginning. Or... something.
She might have read a few poem books too much again.
By the time the car finally pulled up and came to a halt, Leonora had finally heard from Tara that she was not her new master; rather, Tara was a servant herself, and the woman in power was waiting inside her house. From what she'd asked and Tara had told her, she was a rather strict individual. Oh, no, Leonora had thought instinctively upon the revelation. I'm not good with those types...
Nevertheless, once she stepped in front of her new master, she did her best to be polite. Just like before, she bent her knees in to a curtsy and, this time with lightly less volume and enthusiasm, greeted her with a still cheery: "Good day, miss!"
Coughing to clear her throat, she continued. "I am...! Aaaah, I mean, my name's Leonora Winfield. Yeah, a bit of a mouthful, ain't it? You can shorten it, if ya want." She flinched a bit upon realizing she might have come off just a tad too daring, and quickly corrected herself with: "Ah, so, not that... you wouldn't shorten anyway, if you wanted to, I mean, hey, you're the boss! Uh... Anyway, I'll be doing my best. Nice to meet you."
Nervous and not really knowing what else to do, she went and offered another curtsy for the hell of it.
"Miss Richards, then," the girl repeated, more to herself than to the other. She didn't have a natural knack for remembering names, and often had to repeat them over a few times before she could truly claim she'd mastered them. And, this being her new master, she felt it was vital to start that process as early as possible.
So, as Tara prepared to pay for her purchase, Leonora focused on repeating her name and looking everywhere except at the money. Despite her earlier preparations and already resolving that there was no other choice than this, she still felt rather sick at the thought of a human being exchangeable for wealth - particularly so because this human happened to be she, herself. She didn't want to know the sum they'd placed on her, not know the 'value' they'd tagged her with. After all, no matter what it was, she would feel it insufficient. Any normal human would.
"Come."
That simple word was enough it took to snap the girl out of her thoughts. She scurried after - and in front of, once instructed to do so - Tara, not bothering to look behind her once the two exited the building. She would not miss the place, not one bit, and she let it show by flipping the bird at the people behind her moments before the heavy door closed with a distinctive, final clang. She got under the umbrella when offered and, eyes closed, breathed in fresh air. The rain had purified it nicely, and the wet scent lingering in the air smelled of a new beginning. Or... something.
She might have read a few poem books too much again.
By the time the car finally pulled up and came to a halt, Leonora had finally heard from Tara that she was not her new master; rather, Tara was a servant herself, and the woman in power was waiting inside her house. From what she'd asked and Tara had told her, she was a rather strict individual. Oh, no, Leonora had thought instinctively upon the revelation. I'm not good with those types...
Nevertheless, once she stepped in front of her new master, she did her best to be polite. Just like before, she bent her knees in to a curtsy and, this time with lightly less volume and enthusiasm, greeted her with a still cheery: "Good day, miss!"
Coughing to clear her throat, she continued. "I am...! Aaaah, I mean, my name's Leonora Winfield. Yeah, a bit of a mouthful, ain't it? You can shorten it, if ya want." She flinched a bit upon realizing she might have come off just a tad too daring, and quickly corrected herself with: "Ah, so, not that... you wouldn't shorten anyway, if you wanted to, I mean, hey, you're the boss! Uh... Anyway, I'll be doing my best. Nice to meet you."
Nervous and not really knowing what else to do, she went and offered another curtsy for the hell of it.
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