puddingpunter

The Johnson Gang

She was almost uncomfortable with the stretched silence and began to feel the warmth of a blush dust her cheeks. But then Angel asked about the origins of her second language and Céline was able to relax now that the creepy vibe she was getting from his disappeared. 'Oh', she thought. His tease had also helped and she couldn't help but chuckle with him. She hadn't realized how much she missed home until now, it was nice to be able to speak her language again. Sure Céline was fluent in English but it was not her first language nor was it the primary tongue spoken in her household. That would depend on which parent she was speaking with but English was only really ever used during formal conversations around guests or for the servants.

Angel's answer was a relief to hear. Céline had assumed as much but it felt good to have some sort of confirmation; it was a small reassurance albeit enough to soothe her nerves. As long as nobody killed each other then it would be relatively easy for her tolerate regular outbursts such as these. Céline supposed that, considering the type of people this group consisted, this was a small price to pay. 'Almost too easy' she mentally noted. "My name's Céline, sir. I am sorry to disappoint but my father was the Spaniard of the family so the mystery dies there." Truthful enough; hopefully Angel would be satisfied with that information. "What about yourself? Any secrets I should be wary of?"

Exodus

I'm honestly down for anything at this point, so long as the plot keeps moving and we can make it work.

Exodus

His True Sight made his suffering all the worse.

Poor dude. @SashaWindrider

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Mira accepted the tin and started grabbing her coins by the handful to stuff them all in. "What's wrong with getting them mixed?" she curiously inquired. If they had both worked hard to earn this, didn't it therefore mean that it belonged to the both of them? By that logic it seemed to Mira that there was no point in wasting time by fussing over separating it.

Exodus

"Cookies..." Je'Nai deadpanned. If anyone tried convincing her that these apex predators liked baked pastries then she would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was, watching the most dangerous and intelligent creature known in history, munching on cookies. What made this whole thing more amusing was that the dragon eggs were apparently mistaken for rocks and that was the only reason they were here now. Je'Nai huffed in amusement and redirected her gaze to Prince Seph. "So, when do we begin our work? As much as I'd like to continue our discussion, it can wait a bit."

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"Don't fret, I'll be fine. I've interacted with a few during my stay here and it seems that our kind is nonexistent, according to them. Those who would accuse me of being an outsider would be brushed off. So although it is entirely possible someone may suspect there is something different about me, they don't believe I do not belong because otherwise they would have no other explanation." Ma'ai had heard whispers of ancient texts which spoke of something akin to angels and demons but since he had yet to get a hold of one of these books, he couldn't make anything of this information.

Exodus

"Hm, yes but where did they come from? Dragon eggs don't just poof onto a ship out of nowhere." At this point Je'Nai was not deliberately attempting to avoid awkward silence, instead now she was actually curious. She'd heard the rumors; stones cold as death suddenly cracking open to reveal little hatchlings. A peculiar story but rumors were not to be trusted. "Illegal traders? A gift? I sincerely doubt their mother just handed them over to you. Angry mothers are quite scary."

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"Dogs and cats, as they've been called. Perhaps the next time I must go back outside the barrier I'll bring one back for you so you can see what I mean. Although I personally prefer the rabbits, those are incredible soft and so small."

Exodus

Je'Nai accepted and gracefully lowered herself on the rock beside Prince Seph, crossing her ankles and letting her hands rest in her lap. She may have never personally met a royal before but that didn't mean she had forgotten her etiquette lessons. "I'll be sure to keep my mouth shut. Can't have your pretty face skewered on a pike after I've worked so hard on it." However, not all the rules needed to be followed. The Prince's looks were no secret so Je'Nai could only hope her somewhat dark sense of humor wouldn't annoy him too much. It would be a shame if he fired her before she even got to start. Je'Nai tried not to smile and chewed on her lower lip as she turned her face away from him. "Where'd you get the dragons from?"

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The angel looked up at the sky and took a moment to ponder his answer. "They are very odd" he chuckled. "We have some parallels with mankind but it can be hard to see. None don wings nor seem to wield any special abilities so they're all kind of defenseless beings. They have an established hierarchy, like us, but many of their kingdoms are not actually lead by royal blood. Instead they are selected from the general populace and picked out according to who's the most preferred. They use strange weapons. And their pets... They decided to collect and own some of the wildlife but then removed the animals' more dangerous hunting instincts through generations of selective breeding programs and created cute but weak little versions of them so they are safe to keep within households."

Exodus

Haaaaaaa lazy post is lazy.

Exodus

Je'Nai turned to the Prince. "I think it is I should be asking that." Whoops. That was too rude- Je'Nai pressed her lips together and paused a moment before 'restarting'. "Your Majesty" she tried again, this time adding a modest bow in respect. The hybrid had never been in the presence of a royal before and she wasn't entirely sure what the protocol was. So she left it at that and continued. "Je'Nai Obscurokht, at your service. This is likely poor timing on my part but I've come to accept your offer. It would be my honor to work for you."

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The angel shrugged his shoulders but continued strolling. "Nowhere. I wanted a walked, so we're walking. Unless you'd rather we stop?"

Exodus

If the Prince was occupied with training then perhaps now would not be the best time to accost him. But if not now, when? Je'Nai wasn't entirely sure she could count on herself to try again later instead of continuously procrastinating until he came to her (that wouldn't do). So she decided to follow the guard's direction until she found the training grounds. Je'Nai paused and watched, waiting. Now that she was here a few more minutes couldn't hurt. Besides she was curious and wanted to see what training with dragons would be like.

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"If you become successful enough, sure. Why not? You'd be able to hire extra hands where they're needed. Everyone's happy." Ma'ai hadn't exactly noticed Chrissa's struggle to keep up with him but he did begin to slow once they left the clearing and there were less eavesdroppers around. "When you open another flower shop" he spoke once more, deliberately avoiding using the word 'if', "I'll be sure to stop by every week. Just like before" he promised. Bouquets would be pointless here on Earth, with no family nor lover to take them to. But the small habit itself would be a nice way for Ma'ai hold on to the past, like a tiny his old life back on Genesis. And flowers are pretty so he was sure he'd be able to find somewhere to put them.