Lemons

The Hidden People

It was quite understandable that Anwen be concerned about Alason stopping her again. Given that their previous interaction had culminated in her unintentionally cracking a window by calling plants to her anger, she was somewhat hesitant to even listen, let alone speak, to him. Yet, for all that, her generally good nature won out in the end and she stopped to listen. At first, she was quite ready to be angry once again; it did, after all, sound a pretty fair amount like he was trying, in some ham-fisted way, to proposition her. As he quickly rephrased himself, though, she found her head cocked. Now that he was speaking at a manageable rate, she was rather interested in what he was saying. His final words, an offer of friendship, prompted a massive smile to emerge on her face. This time being careful to avoid drawing plants to her in the same way, she practically squealed in glee, a rather undignified sound to be emerging from a being as old as she.

"Oh, sure!" she chirped, lacing her hands together in front of her chest, "I get off work in," she glanced at the clock on the wall, "about three hours. I'll see you then!"

With that, she skipped off, humming happily and holding the tray of coffee high in a display of coordination far more than one would expect of her.

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A few hours later, Anwen emerged, de-aproned, into the tavern once more. Only then did she realize three things:

One, she didn't see Alason anywhere,
Two, she had no way of contacting him outside of direct conversation,
And three...she'd never mentioned where he should meet her.

Directing a quick upward huff of frustration at her unruly hair, she briefly considered where she would most likely find him before relying on the time-honored tradition of staying in the same place and waiting. She bit her lip as she walked outside to the small array of tables.

I'll apologize when he gets here.

Elysium

My computer is broken.

My phone just fell down a storm drain.

Whoops.

I can probably use a friend's device occasionally, but expect me to be MIA for about a week. My bad!

Reign of the Nine-Tailed Fox

So uh...

You guys remember that thing with my computer breaking and me having to use my phone?

My phone just fell down a storm drain.

Whoops.

I can probably use a friend's device occasionally, but expect me to be MIA for about a week. My bad! I'll try to cobble together a CS regardless.

The Hidden People

So uh...

You guys remember that thing with my computer breaking and me having to use my phone?

My phone just fell down a storm drain.

Whoops.

I can probably use a friend's device occasionally, but expect me to be MIA for about a week. My bad!

The Hidden People

So briefly after reacquiring the overall thread of what was going on, Anwen quickly found her head spinning again. She gathered well enough that this man somehow knew her history quite well, and that he had some way of looking directly into her mind. That was about as far as she got before he started rattling off a string of words, speaking extraordinarily quickly. Anwen wasn't an absolute idiot; she could hold a conversation alright if...Well, if it was kept to a reasonable pace. Again, not an absolute idiot, but certainly not particularly smart, even among nymphs.

True to the newly-introduced Alason's observations, it wasn't long before she once again lost the focus of the conversation, and she knew it. Utterly lost, she fought a furious blush of embarrassment, even more so as Alason made the excuse of "flirting" with her. Once again, her fingers began to curl angrily info her apron. Unbeknownst to her, the ivy crawling up the outside of the wall beside them began to writhe closer, finding a window and beginning to strain against it, covering it entirely. Even then, her limited attention was too focused on puzzling out Alason's words to see it. She could hear her blood pumping through her ears, anger clouding her perception, and she reached a hand out towards the man, meaning to turn him around and demand that he explain, this time in plain English, what he meant.

She was almost touching his shoulder when she heard a slight cracking sound and snapped out of her focus, staring in surprise at the window. The ivy immediately retreated, leaving hairline cracks in the glass.

She deflated, all the anger rushing out of her. With a sigh of defeat, she went to fetch another cup of coffee.

The Hidden People

Anwen didn't quite expect the response that she received. Her face was bright red with indignation and her breathing was slightly accelerated, her hands clenched upon her apron. Her mouth worked emptily for a moment before she tried to stutter out a response, finding herself interrupted by the man as he gave a surprisingly calm reason for his outburst. She was ready to chastise him again, but then he immediately changed the topic to the incoming students.

Unable to switch conversational and emotional gears quickly and forgetting what it meant that he knew of the entirely supernatural school, she found herself swept along in the tide of his dialogue, trailing after him and unsure of whether to be angry or friendly. She continued to stutter throughout. Finally, she managed to speak, finding purchase in something wholly unrelated to either of his topics of conversion:

"...How do you know my last name? Have I meet you?" Her voice dropped to a mumble as she spoke to herself, "Did I forget about someone again?"

The Hidden People

Just a heads-up: I'm probably going to be limited to somewhat shorter posts, possibly with a few typos, for the next week and a half or so. My computer's broken, so I have to use my phone until it's fixed. Sorry!

Reign of the Nine-Tailed Fox

So, just a heads-up: my computer's power jack has come out of the side of my computer, so I won't be able to post until I can get it fixed, likely nine or ten days. Sorry!

Mains | League of Legends

...I hate to be that guy, but I think I might rescind my question to join the RP. I always feel really awkward joining RPs in progress and probably wouldn't be too active, just dragging stuff down. My bad. I suck.

Mains | League of Legends

One more slot, you say? I'm game. Can I join?