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Radius || Open - Kat - 12-17-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/Ur4KPiT.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Taiga may have purred when she chuckled, the sound low and languidly hummed like it needed savoring towards the back of her throat. "Then I will never know. Trust me I say I appreciate the imagined." Taking drink in hand, the Fae kept a sort of studying gaze on her companion, though in a way she wouldn't come off entirely too forward with. After all, Aslan was not Aisling, not matter how similar the two were. In the face of these differences, it did Taiga a bit of good to play the part of the listener, steeped in forthcoming information that hinted at the performer's previous escapades. A name to a face, as well, but both knew the Fae already had that much. Free hand reached out to meet Aslan's, holding the fingers lightly in the warmth of her own digits. "Beautiful name paired with an equally beautiful face."
Releasing the hand, Taiga pulled out her own cigarettes and lit one of the obnoxiously colored sticks, the trail of smoke the same color as her hair. As the years could attest, some things were changed and innovated upon, but a Marlboro remained essentially untouched by time, save for whatever galaxy blend was popular currently. Organ transplants made smoking cool again, and when the medical field could cure you of pretty much any ailment with a few prods and pokes, humanity and it's ilk had forgotten their hard pressed attempts to kick the habit entirely. Idle hands were the Devil's plaything after all. "I'm Taiga." She ditched her clan name for the time being, happy just to share the mentioned tidbit. "Haven't been on the colony long either, though you know how it goes. A quick trip can turn into an extended vacation. Work's a bitch, yeah?"
Nic had things to do and places to intrude on within Osiris, which meant Taiga was out of excuses to make a date with Destiny. Awkwardly, Aslan was easy to come across, despite her notable reputation. Taiga had been with the rich and the famous over her years, but as easily as a human could find themselves overwhelmed in the company of a living legend, so did the mauve locked Fae in this instance. At least it was evident in her demeanor, which retained a sort of practiced fluidity that only age could bring.
"But if you don't live here, you plan to leave?" Her cocktail clinked idly with ice as she took a swig. "How long do you plan to stick around?"
Radius || Open - Kat - 12-18-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/YbagTJ5.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Both Leira and Ariel listened, initially confused by his words. It was Leira who first answered, her strange blue orbs resting on the Bludkin's features while she spoke. "I think the idea of belief is something taken on a case to case basis. Anyone, or anything, can be worshiped. Otherwise, why would Tableism still be popular?" Hands rose to push back her aqua strands, anchoring them behind the ridges of her ears. "But no, there aren't any strange rituals or special rites to perform. Simply being in our presence is enough, as you fit the exact mold of our God."
"And we didn't even have to track you down!" Ariel proclaimed merrily, all smiles and high tones with that submerged accent. "Plus, it's not like Gods know that they're Gods, right? If they did, they wouldn't need to be found. They would just be, ya know, Gods." Grabbing up the remote quickly, the younger twin flipped through the display channels for a moment before settling on the website for their religion. Twinism, like many other organized religious beliefs, had it's share of converts and advertising to tie in to what some might consider abnormal. For Rasmodians, however, it was just how things worked. Ariel landed on the page with the description of their chosen deity and pointed to the description, which was eerily close to how one might describe Vrimlud. "See?"
Leira nodded solidly in agreement. "You're a vessel for the God, and I'm sure as time goes on, more Pantheon worshipers will take notice. We'll have to register you soon." Still playing with her hair, the older added plainly, "but it's not a hard process. Just a tedious one. Time consuming, I guess. It won't mean much for you, but for us, we'll have to make the arrangements through the right people."
Radius || Open - Kat - 01-06-2015
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/0tavgs9.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Reyr silently agreed, leaving the muffin bag on the coffee table in their wake where Mitzi could find them. Following Nova out of the apartment, the two moved in tandem through the more crowded hallway before hitting the actual street, though Reyr found a place at her side when she was able. Surprisingly, the city seemed a bit quieter than she remembered it being in the morning, but she hardly ever left this early, so could see being mistaken. "Pfft. Like I'm picky about free food." Rubbing the side of her neck where a visible set of neat teeth marks were, the bartender took a deep breath and debated the options. Unsurprising was the fact she didn't actually know the names of any restaurants - only bars and space hubs where she could gamble and drink. "Uh, what about that one place? You know, tacky shit on the walls and uh..."
Nova probably needed more to go on, but Reyr was out of descriptors. Especially just waking up.
"I know you have a place in mind anyway. Don't worry about me. I'll be happy anywhere I don't have to pay." Her lips curled into a lazy grin at the comment, though it was likely done as a defense mechanism. It wasn't something she liked pointing out - her constant poverty - but it came up in jest to lessen the harshness of her situation. After years of being in a rat hole dive with Mitzi, most assumed she would have enough saved to get out of her current living situation. Unfortunately, Reyr was deeper in the financial pit than should be possible of someone her age and work habits, especially with no real valuables to speak of. Reyr may have felt a bit more guilty about keeping tabs on Nova if this wasn't the case, but her work for Chance was pretty cut and paste, and while it wasn't exactly a friend thing to do, it wasn't hurting the dancer... Right?
"But you've been busy, right? You're more peppy than usual." Reyr's grin broadened accusingly. "Someone's got a story of their own!~"
Radius || Open - Kat - 01-15-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"Of course."
But such certainty wasn't intended. If Dax knew anything of life on the colony, it was expecting a price to any service one provided. what Taet wanted done, and what she wanted for his sake, would take more than a simple search. The funds would need to be attained as well. Even if they found someone to do the work, and managed to convince them to do it for a reasonable price, there was still the matter of Coan looking to collect on information concerning Taet's whereabouts. A clocksmith would sure enough sell them out as they would help them. Yet, despite the imminent fears weighing on her consciousness, there was hope glinting in the recesses on her chest, begging her to keep her chin up and her attention on the prize ahead.
"If we can come up with the credits..." Dax began with a lull of her head, antennae branching like strange twitching stalks of felt. "If we can do that, there's someone we can talk to. This colony is full of all sorts: clocksmiths included. Tweaking protocols and hacking systems is their specialty. I'm sure one of them can help. I have no doubt." Her wine was finished unceremoniously, lips smacking absently in thought. "We just have to be careful. If Coan hears about us poking around, looking to get work done, they'll flush you out... And if there's a bounty put out, we have to be sure we can top it so they don't sell you out as soon as you ask for the work done." Dax was not the greatest mind of her generation, but she knew a thing or two about the dealings of the community she lived in. 30 years of the same bullshit and one grew accustomed to the practices of their ilk.
"I suppose there aren't many options." Admittedly, an unlicensed synthetic looking for work could be tricky to navigate around. Other opportunities would look into his background, and would run his numbers to ensure he wasn't a stolen unit or wanted under investigation. In Taet's case, he happened to be both of these things, and Dax could see the issues this would lead to in terms of employment. Of course, Radius had never been one to run background checks, and beyond that, no one bothered asking questions. Just like when she showed up looking for shelter so many years ago, so too could Taet find a safe haven for the time being.
"The club will have to do. Not at all glamorous, but their surveillance isn't seen by anyone but the staff, and it's a strictly tight lipped policy concerning backgrounds and identities." Pausing, the Lepi pondered just how Sagh would take her cashing in this favor. "If that doesn't bother you, we'll find a place for you there."
Radius || Open - jazzhands - 01-16-2015
Vrimlud listened to one of the twins talk about worship and Tableism and his lips raised into a brief warm smile at the thought of the worship he had experienced back home with her. The smile became a smirk at the thought of explaining that type of worship to the more innocent twin. The bodyguard knew he wouldn't do anything like that on purpose but the idea was one to briefly amuse him before he stopped daydreaming and focused on the conversation.
Giving a firm and slow nod as he was told not to expect any strange rituals, Vrimlud heard the other twin speak in a happier tone. The Bludkin's eyes flickered with surprise when she had finished. "That makes sense in a strange way." Genuinely feeling impressed for a brief moment, the bodyguard nodded again and took a deeper interest when a description was pointed out for him to observe. Vrimlud scanned the description of the deity and could understand how someone could match him to that. However, it also raised a doubt in his head too. "Vrimlud can see some similarities here and there but...Vrimlud is not sure if they are specific enough to Vrimlud or just describe a Bludkin elite in general."
Vrimlud felt a moment of disappointment followed by a moment of confusion over his feelings. Coming from a former life of being adored for stature and power, the Bludkin should have been perfectly fine with being considered a god by the twins...but this was power he had not earned through hard work and business negotiations. This was power he was gifted due to a divine description that could be interprted to be any of the elite he used to spend time with. However, Vrimlud let his features relax into their usual neural expression and let the twins continue to distract him.
The bodyguard listened to how he could be registered and scoffed a little. "Sounds like dull paperwork for you two. Not that Vrimlud is alien to the joy of bureaucracy. I know you both mention that you need little involvement from Vrimlud but is there anything you need from Vrimlud to help at all with the process?" Vrimlud then began to try to straighten his ridiculous pink cape while awaiting a reply.
Radius || Open - megs - 01-17-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/ShCSJDw.jpg" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]
Nova huffed indignantly, sliding her sunglasses back onto her face as her tentacles flared at her hips. It was very likely that she could have taken the Martian to hole in the wall with questionable health and safety regulations, and she would have been just as grateful. "You're too easy." she accuses, when the redhead finally found a place beside her. Nova made a habit of moving through crowds as if she expected people to just go around her. It was only exacerbated by the fact that they did just that. Tentacles twisted around one another as she adjusted her bag across her shoulders.
"Demand a little extravagance once in a while."
The Calrathiion allowed her friend a small smile, at the comment about paying. Nova had never thought less of Reyr for her lack of funds. She had only the smallest of insights into her bad habits, though just how deep the Martian was in the hole, Nova would likely never know. Nova liked spoiling her friends, even though more often than not Reyr made it near impossible. Perhaps, she didn't like feeling as if she were being taken care of; that had never been Nova's intention.
She was also dangerously unaware that Reyr's debts had her in a bad situation, and that she was unlucky enough to have a friend and an ex that were involved with some shady parties. Parties that now felt like they needed to keep an eye on her as well. But, no, keeping tabs on her was not hurting the dancer. For now.
"More peppy than usual?" she repeats, with an inflection of disbelief. "I am practically a vessel of sunshine and rainbows, how can you even tell?" She continued to lead her friend down a few blocks until they came to a small café that was much fancier than it needed to be, but it had an outdoor seating area and that's mostly what Nova was interested in. She didn't respond again until she had found a suitable table. "I don't know if there's much of a story, and I don't know why I am letting you distract me with tales of my own life when I wanted to talk about you, but do you remember that Siladen from the bar the other night?" She slung her bag over the back of the chair and sat down.
Radius || Open - bear - 03-18-2015
Taet let her words sink in. He knew he was asking an enormous amount from this near total stranger. But he was out of options and time at this point, and counting on her was the only thing he had left to do. Coan would come for him, and he hoped that with her help, and the help of those living and working at Radius, he might be able to evade his creators. Might be able to start a life that he could tolerate living. A life free from the smiling slavery they had intended for him. Instead, he would find a Clocksmith, find a way to free himself of those structures they shoved into his head, and find a home here. In hiding. Maybe one day he would escape Coan's grip altogether, but travel was expensive. Much more expensive than he thought he would be able to make work.
But maybe, if he was lucky, he'd be able to find a sneakier way to pay his dues, and maybe, somewhen sooner, he'd be able to fund an escape. Not just for him, but for both of them. He owed Dax his life, and it would be the least he could do to repay her to help her escape from the things she was running from as well. But a job came first. Plans were for the future. He stared at the floor a moment, lost in thought, before his green-lit eyes rose to find purchase on her face.
"Alright. Radius it is then. It might be wise to hold off on going there for now, though. Coan will be checking it, since they knew I was in the area. Tomorrow should work. As for a Clocksmith, I'm all outta dosh, but that doesn't stop us from finding one willing to do the job."
The thought occurred to Taet that he was asking another person to risk their neck by wanting to find a Clocksmith willing to fix him. In fact, he was asking the management of Radius to risk their lives by asking them to help hide him. Coan was ruthless for an up-and-comer in the synthetics market, and he knew what they were capable of. They would kill to regain control of him. It was, in his eyes, his duty to protect those trying to protect him. His job to ensure they weren't punished for his actions or his requests of them.
Radius || Open - Kat - 03-26-2015
<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/0tavgs9.png]Fancy café dining wasn't uncommon with Nova.
Reyr appreciated the lengths her Calrathiion coworker went to find even a modicum of comfort among their living arrangements on colony. It wasn't all neon and glitter, but one would need to give the old college try if they were searching for specifics, and the age of café bohemians had come to pass many generations before either of the women were twinkles in their mother's eyes. The Martian's smile broadened when the restaurant was sighted; their venue for conversation. "It's hard to forget a Siladen." Admittedly, had she not taken a course for bar-tending that covered more commonly seen alien races, Reyr wouldn't even know what a Siladen was. Yet, years after the fact, the class was giving her a bit of insight on what was making Nova so noticeably chipper.
"And it's not that I'm trying to sidetrack our chat. I know, and you know, all will be revealed." Pausing as they were introduced to the establishment, their server seemed more akin to a lingering spirit, doing little for the pair as their table was chosen and the two sat down. "But we both know I can't tell a good story on an empty stomach." Immediately picking up one of the synthetic sugar packages, the material was sprung and pinched repeatedly by the orange maned Martian. "Or sober, for that matter. Guess the club years are catching up with me." Reyr popped her lips as the ghost of a waiter returned with water in crystalline flutes, limiting the amount while still managing to make the beverages look posh. Hers was downed in one swallow to battle her remaining hangover symptoms, nursed down her sore throat with an audible gulp.
"Alright, I know what I want to drink, but a menu I don't know by heart is a menu I'm gonna need to study up on." Smiling towards their server, Reyr added. "I'll take a Dirty Bloody Mary to start." As orders were given and the menu was set before her, Reyr flipped open the small booklet to squint at looping faux French text. "But you can tell me all about your mystery Siladen while we're trying to decipher this fucking bullshit cursive. No one even writes by hand any more, so why the hell did they think cursive was a good idea? There's retro, and then there's barbaric."
Radius || Open - Kat - 03-28-2015
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/YbagTJ5.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]Leira waved off the concerns, first towards what he thought was an error in their judgement, but also to any assistance he felt required to provide. As it was, the compilation process was geared heavily towards their personal insights and opinions on the mentioned deity, rather than just who or what they may have been. In her mind, Leira felt it easier to keep him from the general populace if she cataloged less to do with his persona, and more to do with the embodiment he was fitted as. "If you're bored, you can stick around and see to our every need, but those needs aren't overly complicated right now." Finally breaking away from her twin on the couch they had been sharing, Leira rose to stretch and saunter towards the kitchen, gaze cast back to the Bludkin in between gathering glasses. "We haven't eaten yet, so I thought about making dinner. I don't suppose that would interest you..?"
Ariel took the space she was given and sprawled lazily, adding to the conversation, "Maybe he doesn't eat. Does he?" Glancing to Vrimlud, she asked quickly, "Do you eat? Like food? Or are you on a strictly Vamp-y diet?" A smile followed the joke, careless and simple, much like the woman who wore it. "Do you have to work at the club tonight?"
"That's a good question." Leira remarked as the refrigerator was opened, hiding her upper torso as she leaned in to gather ingredients. "Do they have you working the bar tonight?" Not that she was opposed to him carrying on with other responsibilities, but the blue haired twin worked towards keeping herself in the loop. If the information was available, she was the one to seek it out. Ariel preferred hovering over strange snippets of details like his dietary habits, but when it came to important matters, she was barely present in the conversation. The other two would be lucky to see Ariel leave the sofa any time soon.
Radius || Open - jazzhands - 04-08-2015
Vrimlud heard the mention of being bored and shook his head from side to side. "Vrimlud is not bored." Listening to one of the twins mention food, Vrimlud pulled out the bottle from his pocket as the other one enquired about his diet and holds it up to show them both. "Vrimlud mainly drinks blood and tries to vary it up to make it interesting. Vrimlud is capable of eating foods but it does not do anything for Vrimlud taste wise and it does not have any nutritional value either."
Vrimlud's eyes followed from the twin spread out on the sofa to the twin gathering items as they asked their question. "Vrimlud will be working tonight too. Hoping it will be a easier night compared to the past two." Thoughts of manning the bar solo and getting thrown out of his old apartment flicker into his mind and his face sours before a sudden realisation strikes as Vrimlud remembers his collection of capes that were in his old apartment. It would involve seeing his old slimeball of a landlord and Vrimlud considered going now to get his beloved capes...but there was a good chance of violence.
The cover of darkness works better if the situation escalates so Vrimlud decides to go there after his shift at Radius and a smile emerges on the Bludkin's face. Letting his attention focus back on the room, the bodyguard felt like offering a helping hand. "Vrimlud wonders if you need any aid with the food making. Just because Vrimlud doesn't like to eat it doesn't mean Vrimlud can't help create some if necessary. Do you twins like to cook it yourself or just leave it to technology to do all the work?"
Radius || Open - Kat - 04-22-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"A bit of down time might not be a bad idea." It wasn't as though Dax hadn't wracked up vacation days (or the equivalent to them) after her now tenured career had flourished into what some might describe as a lifestyle choice; the decadence and the deviance all bought her sway within the club. Earned hours to squander or to appreciate thoroughly, or in this case, to tie up lose ends. Clocksmiths weren't uncommon, but they didn't exactly grow on trees, either. "I guess for the moment, you can rest." A smile played her lips briefly, posing in place of genuine relief as a fixture of momentary calm. No one had come knocking just yet, and given their hours in the hotel room, the Lepi felt their safety wasn't in question this evening.
A brief glance around the apartment was made before the tall figure rose, thighs swinging cleanly to either side with the sashay of her hips, and moved to point out the bedroom. "This is where I'll be if you need me. You can make yourself comfortable out here, and in the morning, I can look into maybe borrowing a bed from Radius. I know they have plenty, and I'm doubting they'd miss one." Red orbs flickered back to the synthetic in her presence for a moment, hesitating what she was about to offer him. Of course, regardless the hesitation, there was a far stronger emotion tugging at her heart strings that brought her to ask, "Unless you'd rather sleep in the bed with me? It's big enough for the two of us."
Something of a muted sigh escaped the creature as both hands were brought to her short quills, manicured nails raking through them without a second thought. Of all the offers to make, that one was almost too outlandish for even their scenario-- yet the words weren't stricken, nor did she had the immediate urge to beg him to ignore what was said. Lonliness had a way of burrowing itself deep in the fabric of her being, and while he seemed to represent life as she knew it, the guilt accompanied with her motives was slipping; perhaps lost behind a veil of urges. Daxet didn't dwell over the consequences just yet, instead taking the break in her commentary as a sign to slip away.
To the bedroom, where she may or may not have expected his company.
Within the white room that seemed almost too clean to be comfortable, the Lepi removed what garments she had left. The embellishments were cheap, tawdry, and entirely shameless, yet nothing compared to how she looked nude. Long legs, shapely hips and rear, paired with those perfect breasts that perked at the chill to the air of her chamber. It wasn't so much vanity that drew her gaze to the mirror, but more on the lines of curiosity. The face staring back at her was worn, tired, and more sober than it cared to be-- but it wasn't unattractive in it's distress. As a buyer had told her lifetimes beforehand, she was quite attractive when she was fearful. Maybe that was her race's true appeal.
They were fuckable even in the most dire of circumstances.
Stepping towards the bed, covered were drawn down so Dax could curl beneath them, warm and wanton without any inkling why. In her mind, it was a desperate plea brought on by a lack of an outlet. If she wasn't dancing, she certainly wasn't letting those creative juices flow, and that seemed almost foreign to her. He had paid to fuck her, and he didn't. There was a wound on her pride over the fact, but it was a distant sting rather than a bothersome bite. No, whatever reasoning Dax felt was lost on her, because even when she counted seconds to herself to see if Taet would come, she wasn't sure why. Not really. She was only sure that if he did happen to accept her offer, she would complicate every aspect of her life further than merely assisting him had.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Radius || Open - bear - 04-22-2015
He nodded at her acknowledgement of taking some downtime. It sounded like a good idea to him, after all. Hiding from Coan would go better if they didn't have any hiccups caused by travel. Staying in seemed like a good idea, and he'd been about to suggest it when she'd started to speak again. Her words put his question to rest, and he settled back into the couch some, resting his head on the cushion and staring up at the ceiling. Then he heard her voice again, and she said something that got his attention rather thoroughly. His eyes moved to her with a jerk of his head, and his hand went to the back of his head. A programmed gesture, and he moved his hand back to the glass sitting before him on the coffee table. She had offered him her bed for the night. It told him things, or at least, it should. He took a moment, fighting the impulse to tell her goodnight at the moment. He didn't even have a chance to speak again before she was into her room. If he was to take her up on her offer. It would have to be soon.
He considered what it meant that she'd even offered. He knew it meant she trusted him, but he knew that already. He supposed it might mean that somewhere in her head she wanted him to join her. Though whether she thought it was a mistake at this point was unknown. He settled into a firm plan. Not a particularly invasive plan, in fact. He may have been designed for sex, but it didn't usually dominate his thoughts until that was required of him. He was still in the clear as far as that went, and so for now he would retain his sense.
And with that out of his mind, he laid down on the couch, hands resting folded behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling. She was something, alright. Helping him like this, despite her position. In spite of, maybe? Even offered him her bed. He supposed it could been a sexual request. But it wasn't clear enough for him to feel good about capitalizing on it. Not to mention the drinks they'd had. His judgement wouldn't be impaired. He didn't have a liver after all, but hers? She was fleshy. Hopefully, she didn't hold it against him that he'd decided to stay here for now, and take a rain check on finding out just how fleshy she was. Still, as he laid on the couch and watched the ceiling, he worried about Coan, and Dax, and Radius. All the things that bothered him spiraled around in his mind. Addled his consciousness with stresses and worries that distracted him from the dull view. How long to wait before returning to Radius. Whether or not to be worried about Coan finding Dax's place. The possibility of alienating Dax from him, and losing someone who was, at present, the only ally he had. He sat up and looked at her door, and the thought occurred to him that she needed him to protect her from Coan and whatever else was lurking in her past. Well, maybe not "needed," but he could help her, at least. He wanted to. It struck him that this thought was manufactured by Coan. He could feel it in the way it came about. But what made the thought special was that he agreed with it.
Radius || Open - megs - 05-18-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/ShCSJDw.jpg" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]All things considered Nova was playing a role. Acting out the part of Fancy-Stripper on a Not-So-Fancy end of a lunar colony called for keeping up certain appearances. Hence, the fancy café, with it's crystalline flutes and crisp, white tablecloths.
Transitioning from a corporate solider who would camp out in a sniper hole for two days, to a woman that only showered with the accompaniment of soaps that smelled of long-extinct Terran flowers had not been an easy one. She'd fought the notion, quite adamantly, when Camdis had suggested it. A stripper of all things. At the time she could hardly imagine. Even though he was correct in pointing out that it was a really good cover, he neglected to take into account that she knew nothing about being a stripper. In which he told her: she would figure it out.
"I suppose it is. With all the arms and whatnot." Nova surprised herself by being able to make the joke without violet flames flaring across her cheeks. Just mentioning it bubbled up memories of hands on her face, and on her hips. "Anyway-" she cut herself off in a mumble, because Reyr was not privy to where her mind was wandering.
"Okay, fine. Fine. I will go first. All the while shoving appetizers in your direction until you're about to burst." Nova finally turned to the waiter, they looked slightly off-put by her over-sized sunglasses and Cheshire cat grin. And probably the way she'd waltzed in with the Martian behind her as if she owned the place. How much of her high class nature was still an act, could often be called into question. "A Campari and soda with lime, please. Oh, and one of those mozzarella bruschetta." The server just sort of shuffled off with a nod that was sort of awkward, having not gotten a word in edgewise. Clearly, not used to feeling a bit useless.
"I think it's cuuute," she lilts, sweetly, about the font with light laughter. She had opened her own menu, but never really looked at it. The things Nova could actually eat were strange, and somewhat unvaried. She ate mostly fatty proteins and vegetables, since her body didn't use carbohydrates or sugars. Anything that contained an abundance of either ended up tasting horrible.
"Anyway," she settled back in her chair, a bit giddy. "His name is Ixaaliot, and he was a lawyer, but he retired. I don't really know what he does now, though…" she tapped an index finger against her bottom lip, thoughtfully. "But! We went on a date last night!" This news may or may not have needed the emphasis of jazz hands, but it got them anyway.
Radius || Open - megs - 05-18-2015
<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/llHPSai.png]The hand wrapped around hers was larger, but the digits were slimmer. She felt conversant with the weight of it, as if this was hand she was used to holding. Aslan's smile somehow brightened at the compliment, because she was not above praise by any means. A short nod by way of thanks would be presented, and she tried not to be disappointed when the woman pulled her hand away. She would never admit it, but her offer for a handshake was steeped in ulterior motives. This woman was familiar to her, and she demanded to know why. She had hoped the goddess would have given her some insight on the matter, as she was want to at the worst of times. Now that Aslan needed her, she was cold and dormant in the back of her mind. Offering nothing of any use.
The magician took a drag off the cigarette and repeated the name in a thick cloud of smoke. She seemed to be testing it out, rolling the vowels wide around her tongue. It, too, was just as familiar, and it was all becoming a bit frustrating for her if she was to be honest.
She would figure this out, with or without the help of the goddess.
"Leaving is subject to my mood. I supposedly have shows through the end of the standard year, but who knows? Depends on what I find and where I find it," she grinned before taking another drink. "I've heard there are plenty of beautiful and interesting things on this side of space."
Setting her drink back on the bar top, she extinguished her cigarette in a nearby ashtray quickly after. She raised her supine hand between the two of them. "May I see your hand?" Her smile read devious, as the rest of her expression attempted to remain wide-eyed and innocent.
Radius || Open - Chris - 05-24-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/s06pclr.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 18px;]A radiant, uphill morning jog within the scenic route was all the Hyperion could ever hope and dream. A place of serenity, where mockingbirds sang their early melodies and the air smelled of fresh pine. Someplace this soldier could be left to reminisce his homeland, where the sunrise was just as beautiful as it is here on Osiris.
Oh, how one could dream of such a place.
Instead, in this sprawling city, Sol couldn't take more than a few steps outside his apartment without being pleaded by a beggar for some spare credits. Where the noise was so deafening the Hyperion couldn't sometimes hear the voice inside his own head. A city he couldn't walk down the back alleys without some punk looking for a fight as much as Sol enjoyed teaching these shit-for-brains a lesson they'd never forget. Oh, and let's not forget the unfaithful wives biting their lips and the jealous husband glaring daggers at the back of his head whenever he jogged by. Just how fueled can the people in this city be on their own ego? The thought always managed to crack a smile on his lips, fixing his eyes on the watch on his wrist to see how long and how far he'd been running.
Eleven point three kilometers. In forty-five minutes and thirty-eight seconds.
Nothing a trained Hyperion couldn't. Sol was far stronger, far quicker than he appeared compared to some of these alien giants that walked these planes. It's been long since the Hyperion worked any of his old muscles and he worries he's losing his edge as much as he hates to admit. A casual life was not meant for a child of war who's only gift was to fight. It's why he became a bouncer for the club Radius, hoping one day he'd get someone strong enough to make him work and feel alive again. An emptiness and hunger that gnaws and gnaws endlessly.
Sol had plenty to think of, but stopped short when his peripherals found a pair of interest across the street from him. He contemplated on bothering Nova and Reyr for conversation or if he should keep running. Ultimately, the deciding factor was his stomach growling it's desire to be fed as made his way across. With a wave, he made himself known to the two with a smile. "Never thought I'd see you two here. Did Nova drag you along, Reyr?" He asked, removing a ribbon from his shorts to hold between his lips as he gathered his rearmost locks together. His biceps flexed, triceps were locked, his serratus muscles stretched just enough to be seen from underneath his black tank - all oblivious teasing as the Hyperion's eyes were elsewhere in the act of putting his hair up.
"Mind buying me brunch, Nova? I'd be forever in your debt."