KuroTenshi

Divine Hijinks

This was the strangest celebration Rikive had ever attended. As soon as she stepped into the door she was overwhelmed by the obnoxious music blaring across the entire...interestingly decorated room. Her 'escorts' abandoned her in no less than five seconds after arriving, apparently attracted to the barmaid serving what Rikive understood to be alcohol. Though none of it was the kind she was used to drinking.

She had no idea what was being celebrated, but when she caught the smell of food she ceased to care. She could clap her hands in excitement. This was why she had accepted the invitation to come up to the celebration, she knew there would be food. She made a beeline to where the glorious feast laid and piled high a plate of all manner of delicious scented food.

Once she had her prize she tried to find a quiet and secluded place to eat and get away from the annoying music. Holding the plate above her head she wove her way through the crowd of mingling mortals and supernatural beings. She was surprised to see and sense so many magical beings inside of the penthouse. She had assumed that since humans had invited her, she would be at a human celebration. How strange.

Oh well. She stopped by the bar and picked a random bottle of liquor to drink with her food. Highland Park 30 Scotch, it sounded like it would be good, though she did not get her hopes up. After all, her father had the best mead in all the Nine Worlds.

Spying a set of doors opening to the outside on a balcony, she made her way through the throng of people to it. The cool night air blowing against her heated skin made her sigh in relief. She sat herself down on a chair on the balcony and opened the bottle of alcohol before dining.

Her plate was almost empty and the bottle of decent alcohol now half empty when she was joined on the balcony by strange...Man? Rikive leaned back in her chair, picking up the bottle to drink from as she watched the fair and enraged man angrily jab his finger at a rectangle humans seemed so fascinated with. It didn't appear he noticed her yet so she turned her head away and kicked her feet up onto the railing of the balcony as she drank from the bottle of Highland Scotch. Whatever the man was angry about had nothing to do with her.

Divine Hijinks

"Innkeeper, I request a room."

The man behind the reception desk looked away from the computer to guest standing in front of him. The young woman was not the strangest looking guest he had seen, but still her appearance gave him pause. She was dressed as though she had stepped out of the middle ages. It was certainly the best costume he had seen from a convention goer. Even the black wolf pelt on her shoulder's looked real, especially the giant teeth attached to the muzzle. The wide belt decorated with what appeared to be a celtic tree of life caught his eye next, bringing his attention to the sword attached to it.

That had to have been expensive.

Her dark red dress (or was it a tunic?) looked like it had seen better days, but maybe that was the look she had been going for. A tired, world weary traveling warrior? If that was the case, she nailed it with the fake dirt lightly dusting her skin and a braid that looked like it was slowly becoming undone.

Did she have to act like the character though? That was just weird.

"Hello! Welcome to the Four Seasons. What name is your reservation under?" He asked politely with a smile, his hand hovering over his keyboard.

The woman blew a loose lock of hair from her face before pulling a small pouch from her belt. She dug inside before tossing four 'gold' coins onto the counter.

He laughed, more from surprise and to be polite. "That's funny," He grinned at her. "But, name please?"

The young woman narrowed her pale green eyes at him. "Thee dare to laugh at my coin?" She asked him, sounding offended and frustrated.

The next chuckle was a bit more nervous. Oh great, one of those hard core nerds. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I just need your name miss."

"I am Rikive, daughter of Heimdall."

He blinked. "Is that the black guy from the Thor movies?"

"Ingrate!" 'Rikive' shouted, swiping her coins off the counter. "How dare thee mock my father's name!"

The receptionist could only stare, dumbfounded as the woman turned and stormed off through the lobby toward the exit.

Well...that was a story for over coffee.

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Rikive was seething as she slammed open the glass door to the magnificent inn. It was as grand and beautiful as any hall she had ever seen, but just like everywhere else on Midgard, her coin was rejected as suitable payment. Was gold not as valuable here in the realm of mortals?

This whole venture was becoming more and more grating. Food was near impossible to purchase, the few times she needed to sleep it had to be outside and she had not had a proper bath in a while. The last time she had tried to bathe in a stream she had found a disgusting man watching her from the bushes.

Rikive stopped outside of the doors and took a deep breath while shutting her eyes, rubbing her temples. Midgard had certainly changed since the last time her father or any of her aunts and uncles had visited it.

Sensing someone approaching her she opened her eyes to see actually a group of young men making their way to her. They were fairly decent looking, but the sight of their clothing made her want to snort. Such strange sense of dress these mortals had.

"Hi," One of them greeted her with a wide grin. "That's an awesome costume."

"Good evening and I thank thee. Thy garb is impressive as well." A lie, but a polite one as the man had just complimented her...At least she think he did.

"Oh, thanks." He chuckled, brushing his hand down the brightly colored shirt he was wearing. "Uh, hey, we're going up to a party in the penthouse. Would you like to join us?" He said, motioning to the doors of the inn she had just exited. The two young men behind him shot each other looks, grinning at one another.

Rikive furrowed her eyebrows at the look. She was suspicious, but she would not say no to an invitation to feast. "I would be honored to join the festivities." She said respectfully with a small smile.

"Awesome!" The man that invited her shouted, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "My friends will get a real kick out of your costume."

"Ahaha, yes." She picked his arm off her shoulder and crossed her own over her chest, following the three of them inside the inn.

The Hidden People

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DO NOT WANT!!!!!!!!!

@Trinais

Hey, the medic needs to recharge! A process that may include eating a looooot of food

The Hidden People

Aaaaaaand Parry's down again.

He did learn how to throw a tantrum from the best though.

@Trinais

His nose being broken for awhile will be his punishment XD

The Hidden People

@teapotshark Oh god, I don't think she'd be able to survive in the 70's XD

The Hidden People

Coolness!

@KuroTenshi, I'm all "D'aaaaaaaaawwwwwww!!!" right now and wanna post, but I'm gonna give someone else a chance first.

If I wasn't so bad at writing slice-of-life, I'd think we'd need to do a "Parael and Rikive" RP XD

@Trinais

I was aiming for a "D'aaawww!" so glad you liked it!

And sweet pagan Jesus that'd be hilarious XD

The Hidden People

The more this unravels, the more excited I get.

@teapotshark

Right!? :D

The Hidden People

As Rikive settled in the back of the van, she began to feel the first curl of exhaustion take over. She had an obscenely high amount of endurance, but after days of no sleeping, fighting and using her magic so heavily; she was ready to sleep for a few hours. So she did not go after the vampire, she would leave that to the others that had given chased, unless she was needed again.

She ran her hands through her tangled chestnut brown hair, now darken with soot from the fire and ash from slain vampires. Likewise her skin was tinged dark with grime, hiding the flush of her skin except where a few beads of sweat had carved their path down her face. Her clothes were absolutely ruined, but she cared little about them. Though it did reinforce her desire to locate proper armor.

She looked to the door when Parael suddenly jumped into the back of the van, as energetic as ever. As though he had not just died because he'd thrown a tantrum and stormed into the club without a solid strategy. "You," She growled at him, her hands clenching in fists. "Do you understand how incredibly stupid, reckless and dangerous that stunt of your's was!?" She yelled at him, raising her clenched hands slightly as though she was about to beat him for his idoicy.

Instead she lunged at him, not to hit him, but to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Don't ever do that again." She said into his shoulder, her voice tight. As angry as she was that he had gone and made such a mess of everything, it was nothing compared to the relief she felt that he was still alive.

The Hidden People

Awesome post's Trinais and HeySeuss! :D Things are getting dramatic~

The Hidden People

HA! Trust me Necrophage, that's nothin' ;) I've done worse with my own 'flamboyant' characters XD

And it was to a priest too