shylarah

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

At "secluded", the young woman snorted. As if she wanted to be kept shut away from the world. As a child, she'd have trouble with crowds, but even then she'd preferred to be in a city instead of somewhere remote. It was easier now that she knew how to control her visions, and though the presence of others was still a faint pressure in her mind it no longer bothered her as it once had. Her eyes widened at the mention of another Seer, brows lifting in interest.

They were interrupted by the golden fanged man, who now approached their booth. The teen dropped one hand below the level of the table, to wrap around the hilt of her knife, but even if it cost her life she would not make the first move. Amuné would not violate the pact of the Upstairs. When the demon got up in her face, she couldn't help pulling back in surprise, but her demeanor remained calm. Jareth, on the other hand, tried to throw himself backwards. If he'd been in a chair he would have toppled over, but as it was, he merely shoved the table and slammed himself into the wall.

Amuné met Ziika's golden eyes without backing down. His words made her angry. It wasn't like she'd asked for her power, after all. When he kissed her head, her jaw clenched, but she remained motionless save for turning her head to wach him walk off. Several additional Upstairs staff had appeared nearby, in uniform but ready in case of trouble. They found assorted tasks to do in the main area, now that the demon had returned to his seat, and moments later the vampire turned up with lunch. "Well, you do attract interesting people, don't you, Amuné," she said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Don't worry, though. Zoe's on duty right now, and she'll be keeping an eye on him." She gave the young Seer a fanged smile and a wink. "Enjoy your meal, folks, and let me know if you need anything else."

The young lady had managed to relax by the time the waitress departed, but Jareth was still recovering from the scare. "What the heck was that?!" He asked, the first word coming out too loud before he quickly dropped his voice.

"I'm not sure," she admitted, fixing her gray eyes on Tsitua once more. "But you two seem to know each other. That's certainly interesting." Amuné picked up her fork and started on her salad, considering her reply to Tsitua's proposal. "You know others have had interest in me in the past. You claim you want to help, but tell me, why should I trust you?"

@TheMinorFall

RPGC Weekend Edition #1: Awakening!

@Terminal Thanks.

>look at post from Aria
>says 11 hours left
>was made 11 hours ago

<.< >.> *whips out her notepad and gets to work* ^.^

Actually, I owe Terminal thanks for this -- Alyssana came about because of one of the TTL labors: a moral person unfettered. So thank you, she's currently my favorite character. *hugs her to pieces and dies from stabbing*

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

@Prince of Seraphs my stage? Yeah, but...is there really any point in hammering out sheets for an rp I may not get to join? *eyes Nyx* Iunno, maybe I am a little bitter. ...Also trying to finish my 4e char's feats for next weekend, and wikis are dangerous when you're easily distracted. I have some ideas for things, and I do kinda like coming up with species and stuff, but mythological accuracy has never been particularly important to me. My preference is usually to be inspired, not constrained. *shrug* We'll see.

RPGC Weekend Edition #1: Awakening!

GAAAH I wish I'd seen this when it was posted, I love iambic pentameter and a sonnet would be a refreshing challenge, but it's bedtime now and I work tomorrow. *sobs*

Once again, though, I'm never sure if objective midnight is EST, PST, or GMT. There really should be a label, especially for a thing this short. =P

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

The girl was unable to stop the shudder than ran through her at Tsitukaiza's mention of what demons could do. She'd had her own brush with forcible persuasion as a child, though of a more mundane nature. It was used more on those valued for their potential, instead of the information they could access, but in the end it didn't matter. Amuné had no desire for a more complete experience. "Not so different as you might think," she murmered, too softly to interrupt the man.

Jareth shifted next to her, and put a hand over hers. She'd never gone into much detail about her life before she'd moved in down the street from him, but he knew that she'd been through something traumatic. She unlaced her fingers and gave her friend's hand a squeeze, grateful for a familiar presence at her side. It seemed the stranger had a similar thought to her own considered solution. Running -- but not until the heavy hitters showed up? No, unacceptable. "As you pointed out, I'm not the only one here," the young lady began, but she trailed off as a shift in magic swept through the room. Her gaze darted over to the newcomer, though she didn't turn her head. Beside her, even Jareth seemed to notice the change in atmosphere.

"...If the one with white hair is your man, tell him not to attack. This is neutral ground -- if he tries to fight here, he will have half the town's inhumans after him before evening. If someone starts something, he may defend, but he should not go on the offensive. And if he can, let staff handle it." The Seer kept her voice quiet, and she might have been discussing her afternoon plans, given her casual tone. She wouldn't have been nearly so composed if she believed second newcomer was there as a threat to her, but the timing and the look Tsitukaiza had exchanged with the gold-fanged man made her think otherwise.

Amuné turned her attention back to the discussion. "When you say evacuated," she said slowly, pulling her hands free to once again reach for her water. "For how long would this be? Where to?"

@TheMinorFall

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

@TheMinorFall I like him. ^.^ Also cruuuud your avvy is giving me Kaneki feels. Ugh, I just...that poor baby. *sniffles* I'm not over those feels yet.

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

The girl's eyes widened at his final words, before narrowing again in suspicion, and her lips compressed into a thin line. So he did know. And he was being coy, saying he worked for everyone that wanted peace. But at least for the moment, that was a secondary concern. They were targeting her. They were organized. And they wouldn't give up easily.

Jareth tried to keep from looking shocked that the man knew her closely-guarded secret, but he wasn't very good at maintaining any sort of composure. He glanced at Amuné, but she'd closed her eyes, and her hands, clasped together and resting lightly on the table in front of her, had gone pale at the knuckles. "Let's back up a minute here," he said, trying to give her time to process whatever had upset her so. "I will admit I'm just a plain old human, but I'd think introductions are normal for everyone if they're trying to have a friendly conversation. So let's start over. I'm Jareth, and this is Amuné." He held out a hand with a grin that was only a little forced. His desire to put them in a more friendly atmosphere was sincere, at least.

The Seer was not paying attention to either of them at the moment. She didn't want to abandon the life she'd built here, her friends, her adopted parents. But she was old enough to live on her own, and she could hardly drag her family with her. They had lives and friends and jobs too. She'd stay in touch, and that would have to be enough. They had loose ties to some people in an organization that helped protect people from such things. If worse came to worse, they would seek aid there. Amuné felt like she'd been punched in the gut, but she'd known, always, it might come to this.

Still, best not to jump to conclusions. The possibility was there, yes, but no need to get wound up over something that might not be needed. Still, she couldn't entirely hide the shadows in her eyes when she opened them again. Regardless of whether the stranger introduced himself, her reply is the same. "Well. You know what I am, so I assume you know why groups like this Kabuto might wish to...acquire my services for themselves." She made a face that was somewhere between a wry smile and a grimace. "I can't exactly keep them from coming, though I do try to keep them from knowing there's something to come after." Amuné sighed, and gave the waitress a grateful smile when she turned up with her drinks. The woman appeared mostly human, but at the Upstairs there was no need to hide the longer teeth, or the pale, nearly white color of her skin. She took their orders and departed, and Amuné returned her attention to the matter at hand. "So demons are coming after me," she said. "And it's causing trouble. You must have something to say on the matter, since you approached me." She took a sip of her water and played with the straw, moving the ice around the glass. "So? I'll listen. Tell me, what do you think I should do?"

((@TheMinorFall and now I'm mostly yours for the remainder of my time tonight, however long I end up staying up. ^.^))

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

HAA she can absolutely see something from the other thread. ^.^ I tend to pull random things from other rps for wildly inaccurate visions, because why not? ^.^;;

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

@TheMinorFall Huh? I'm...not sure what you mean? This version of Amune, to my knowledge, has never met Nalta Wolfe, nor Cain, nor Nunque.

Fire and Ice: The Ghoul Wars

The sound of the ghoul biting into his victim drew Jareth's attention, and he swore again, taking a few steps away. Amuné didn't even glance at the grisly scene. "Kabuto...that's a new name." Her eyes narrowed and she gave the man a quick, scrutinizing look, starting at his feet and working her way up. "It would explain why I've had to deal with more than usual, the past few weeks." Her posture went from battle-ready to merely wary, and she put the knife away, though it was still in easy reach. Apparently she made some sort of decision, because she spoke over her shoulder to her friend. "C'mon, Jareth, he's buying us lunch." To the man, she said simply, "Follow me."

It was several minutes' walk, and the young woman lead them off campus and into the downtown area. "Where we're going, it's neutral ground," Amuné said, pausing by a florist's sandwiched between a post office and a small cell phone shop. Faint magic surrounded the place that spanned the second story of all three stores. "Pick a fight here, and you'll regret it." She flashed him a cold smile, and headed to the staircase that lead upwards. There was a faint tingle as they entered the magic's field of effect, and Jareth shivered, rubbing his arms. The Seer acted like it was nothing, opening the door and holding it for the two behind her.

They stepped into a restaurant with only a handful of other diners present. One part of the room seemed like it might be a dance floor, but at the moment it was set up more like a coffee shop, with small tables and even a few cushioned chairs. The main area had the sort of booths and tables one would expect of a restaurant, and a bar ran the length of the side wall. The host was a muscular man, with a mop of tightly-coiled ringlets that hung in front of his eyes and a bushy beard. "Don't usually see you at this hour on a Friday," he said, reaching for the menus. "Those two with you?"

"Yes, they are. Something came up, Curly, and I figured a meal off-campus would be nice."
"Right this way, then. ...You know about Mond'y, right?" The hirsute man turned to lead them to a booth.
"I do...Curly, meet Jareth. He's the one I keep mentioning. He knows -- and I trust him. It won't be an issue."
"Ah! It's a pleasure, man." He clapped Jareth on the back, making the considerably smaller man stumble. "Ah...Likewise, Curly." The poor boy was clearly out of his depth, but he slid into the booth before his friend, and opened the menu. Privately, he wondered what the heck he Amuné was getting them into, and why she'd never mentioned the place before. And...had that guy really taken a bite out of the goth with the scales? No...he must have been seeing things. Yeah, that was it.

Curly took drink orders -- water for Amuné, diet Coke for Jareth, as well as whatever Tsitua wanted -- and then left. The Seer, though still far more cheerful after greeting a friend, dropped her smile and turned her focus back to the stranger across from her. "So. A demon organization, and relatively new to town, or stepping up their activities. Targetting me, or so you claim." She wouldn't be surprised if he was correct, though she hoped otherwise. If word of her had somehow leaked to where serious organizations were finding it, she might be in real trouble. "And you're a demon hunter. But who are you working for? I know your type. I doubt you came in blind, and you certainly aren't working alone."

((@TheMinorFall that took longer than I intended. ^.^;; But there was the puzzle for today, and some Shadowrun complications. Also a politics debate I didn't want to have. X.x The Upstairs is now the local hangout for non-mundanes, and I'm amused that it sorta parallels Anteiku, though I'd had the idea for it and the Daily Grind -- probably a generic coffee shop in this iteration -- before I saw it. ^.^;; ))