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Post by novacain on Nov 5, 2008 17:04:08 GMT -5
Alfred waited for someone to answer the knocking but he heard a door open and swerved around. The person that came out was a tall man with black and red hair.
"Good...Um..Evening!" Alfred called out. "Me and my roommate here were just about to go grab something to eat and we were wondering if more people would like to join us?" Alfred's jaw clunked as he spoke. His cloak hung over his head and covering up his fleshless skull. "Would you like to come along?"
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Post by TZ on Nov 5, 2008 17:37:53 GMT -5
"Oh...er..." Vincent stammered a bit. He wasn't really the type to socialize, but he was probably going to spend a lot of time around these new "people" anyway, so why not? He remembered how Amara would always chastise him for being so withdrawn. "Come on, Grumpy! You aren't gonna be able to use your vampiric charms acting like that!" He sighed. She was usually right...
"Sure, I suppose..." Vincent extended a hand toward the thin, cloaked figure. "Vincent St. Claire...I assume you are the Reaper?" He grinned slightly as he shook Alfred's bony hand, also nodding toward Otsanda. She was a lycanthrope...there was no mistaking it. He could smell it in her blood. He'd never had any problem with werewolves himself, but he knew that most weren't usually friendly to his kind. He'd have to keep an eye on this one.
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Post by novacain on Nov 5, 2008 17:47:25 GMT -5
"Reaper indeed." Alfred chuckled. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vincent St. Claire." Alfred mocked a bow. "You don't happen to be a real saint right? Not like Edward the Confessor or anything of the such?" Alfred shook his head.
"Well, that doesn't matter now that's the past, my name is Alfred Symphony, one of the royal knights of...mmm I forgot." He pretended to scratch his chin in thought. "So as you can see that I am a skeletal knight, what are you?"
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Post by Sandwich on Nov 5, 2008 19:24:05 GMT -5
"Do ye think y'ave all day, now?"
Sebastian stared up at the menu in the Dining Hall, a dazed look--surpassing the usual--in his eyes. "Errhh..."
"Come on, Sebastian! Pick something!"
"I know! T-there's just so much to choose from..." Sebastian said. The woman behind the counter replied, thinking he was talking to her.
"Well then hurry up. There's a line growin'." She said, though smiling. The woman was a bit short and had squinty eyes and a high smile, making her face look as though it were squashed into the center.
"Ehhh...A hamburger. And...er...Mountain Dew?" Sebastian said, still unsure.
"That's a good lad, now." She grinned and wrote down his order. Then she turned and shouted into the back: "HAMBURG SANDWICH AND A MOUNTAIN DEW FIZZY. MOVE IT OR LOSE IT, BOYS." Sebastian was startled at the sudden change in her voice--from sweet and kind (or close to it) to a loud, fierce bellow--and looked at her, wide-eyed for a few seconds.
"Ye must be new, eh? I'm Priscilla Haydn." She stuck out a hand, which Sebastian saw was calloused from possible hours of labor.
"Eh...Sebastian Crowley." He shook her hand, smiling.
"Alrigh', off to the side now. They'll put your order out when it's ready." Priscilla said, shooing him with her hand.
"A nice woman." Said the ghost girl as Sebastian headed to the pick-up window. "A bit scary though..."
"Heh. I'll say." Sebastian said, chuckling. He leaned next to the window. There were a few others there who looked at him curiously. He nodded toward them, and they nodded back.
Then he realized how crazy he must look talking to himself.
His order came and the group were slightly taken off guard as he turned away from the window. The food lifted off of the counter, seemingly by itself, following Sebastian closely as he headed for a table.
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Post by sonnywalker on Nov 6, 2008 0:21:07 GMT -5
As the door swung open, 003 spilled out and fell onto the ground in a heap. He was breathing pretty hard from the panic, and as he slowed down his breathing he smelled the scent that he had followed here. Looking up he saw what had to be the person it was coming from. It was so colorful! It was red, full red, with long powder-white hair and deep green eyes. And horns! Curly horns. He had never seen anything like it. It stuck its paw out at him.
"I'm Kay."
He pulled back, but it didn't move towards him. Sitting on his haunches, front feet between his legs, he reached out to poke at the... hand, he reminded himself, as his mind replayed the sound it had made just now.
Eymkay... I'm 'kay... I'm Kay. It was introducing itself!
003 turned around in place and pulled the coat off his left shoulder, and pointed with a claw at his tattoo.
=003=
Then he turned back around and looked up at it again.
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Post by Tara on Nov 6, 2008 0:26:10 GMT -5
Dawa re-entered her dorm room. She glanced at the bed that had been empty earlier that day. It now contained someone's belongings. The belonging's owner must have stepped out because she saw no one else in the room. when she had been brought in earlier that day, she had been told that she would likely have a roommate later, so seeing the belongings did not surprise her.
She had just come back from the library. During the initial tour, the sight of the library had taken her breath away. She could not yet read English very well, but she was pleased to find some books in hanzi and sanscrit. There was no way she could read them all in her lifetime, but it warmed her heart to know that she would never be without something to read. The kind librarian could barely understand Tara's nervous and broken english, but knew from the look in Tara's eyes she wanted to read them all and checked out one of the books for Tara to read in her room. The book was a duplicate of one she had read at one of the greater monestaries she had visited. It was the history of Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha. She felt happy carrying such a familiar book.
Upon re-entering her room and seeing that she had a new roommate, she placed the book on her bedside table. She thought about seeking the dorm coordinator to see if maybe she could find her new roommate, but then she dismissed the thought.
'No, I would still look strange to others' she thought to herself. She still wore her robes from the monestary. she hadn't seen anyone else wearing such robes and she felt out of place. She had been told that new clothes would be provided for her. She checked her closet. Sure enough, there were several skirts and shirts in a style similar to her robes, all in earthy tones. Thankfully, whomever had brought her new clothes had thought to make her transition into the organization a little easier by providing clothes similar to what she already wore. a note written hanzi was taped to a hanger that read "Only a few items were provided because of such short notice, but more standard issue clothes will be provided later." She threw away the note and chose a skirt and a shirt and went to the bathroom to change and rebraid her white hair, then returned to the bedroom and neatly folded her robes. They were no more than long lengths of a dark saffron gauze over a redish-orange robe made of a similar material. The material was rough compared to the clothes she now wore. she went to the dresser on her side of the room and opened the bottom drawer, gingerly laying the robes within. She closed the drawer slowly as if recognizing that she was closing a chapter in her life. In a way she was.
she went over to the desk and took a bundle from the desk drawer. It was a gift from the monks to help her write the new chapter in her life. She sat down and began unbinding the rough saffron gauze. It held a wooden box that contained an inkstone with ink sticks, a brush, a journal made of ricepaper and bound together with thread-like strips of bamboo, a small stone carving of the Buddha, an envelope of heavy parchment containing fresh tea leaves, and a pair of daggers. She knew she would have no use for the daggers just yet as she had been told that she would only be permitted to carry standard issue weapons at first. She put the daggers back in the drawer along with the envelope of tea. The little Buddha found a place on her nightstand. The gauze went over her shoulder like she wore her robes so that she could always carry a piece of her people with her. Lastly, she brought a cup of water to the desk and began rubbing the ink against the inkstone. She dipped the brush into the water and wet the dry ink on the stone. when the ink was properly mixed, she turned the journal to its cover (which appered to be the back of the book as hanzi is written from right to left instead of left to right) and carefully wrote her name in sanscrit: "Tara". When the ink was dry on the cover, she turned to the first page and started writing.
<tag to however wants to be my roommate>
(sorry for the long post. I like to be descriptive.)
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Post by Dusty on Nov 6, 2008 8:24:52 GMT -5
Kay smiled as he turned around, and quickly checked herself, closing her lips over her teeth. She had sharper canines than most humanoid forms, and she didn't want to look like she was trying to eat him. She looked at his tattoo.
'Three,' she said, repeating what she read. He nodded vigorously. 'Three? That's your name?'
She thought about this for a moment.
'Nice name. Are you going to be my roommate?'
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Post by sonnywalker on Nov 6, 2008 10:20:09 GMT -5
Are you going to be my rewmade?
003 cocked his head to one side, looking up at Kay. Not knowing what to do next, his mind simultaneously latched onto the word room and worked backwards to the last thing he was doing.
He pointed up at the door handle, the scratches visible in the door next to it.
He grabbed at it, trying to show the trouble he'd been having, while looking over his shoulder at Kay.
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Post by isacus on Nov 6, 2008 12:33:32 GMT -5
<tag to however wants to be my roommate> ((I think I'll fill that spot if you don't mind. Hope you don't mind if I don't come to the room just yet.)) Tarius abruptly changed his mind about going to the shooting range as soon as he noticed the growling his stomach was issuing. He went to press the button when he noticed what looked like a human running to catch the elevator. He pressed the close door button. Shaking his head and flashing a toothy grin, he found the correct button to the mess hall and pushed it. He took no time to reflect on what he just did; such things were normal to him. As soon as the elevator door opened he was outside, letting his node guide him to the mess hall. Tarius looked briefly around the room, noting a tall young lad that had arrived with the same group as he just leaving the food distribution counter, a table of what he could clearly see were werewolves, some races he didn't know and, to his dismay, a table of vampired. Dayne had always hated the selfish bastards and had killed more than a few in his lifetime. He had known there were vampires in the agency, but the sight of the bloodsuckers always invited a low growl. He took a deep breath and turned to the distributor lady. He smirked at her and ordered a steak. As soon as the food came he turned around and headed for the werewolf table. He noticed, tough, that a vampire had actually joined the feast, so he wasted no time in turning again, into the direction the seemingly disturbed tall human went. He set his food down across from the youngling and sat down. "Oy." he said casually, not even glancing at the man. He stretched his jaw, enlarging it somewhat and his teeth elongating and sharpening. He stabbed a whole steak with his fork, lifted it and bit off a full half in one bite.
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Post by Nihtgenga on Nov 6, 2008 13:34:11 GMT -5
Otsanda nodded back at Vincent. The stories Papa had told her about vampires were enough to make anyone wary, and she'd recognised the smell as soon as the door opened. She looked at him for a few moments, thinking fast. On the one hand, Papa had told her how evil vampires were, what they had done. On the other hand, the fact that they were employed by the Agency indicated that her father could have been wrong- maybe not all vampires were murderous slave drivers. After all, things did change. She made up her mind. Otsanda forced herself to smile, and said "Yo soy Otsanda Garat. Is please to meet you." he had a lot of experience with swords and using knives was fundamentally the same ((He's going to have a nasty surprise next time he tries knifefighting. They are in fact quite different.))
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Post by Dusty on Nov 6, 2008 16:06:21 GMT -5
Kay's eyes followed Three's motioning to the deeply scratched door. He went over and started trying to tug on the handle. She shrugged.
'Yeah, I guess it's yours now,' she replied, standing from her kneeling position. She eyed the door. 'We're going to have to fix that doorknob, though. It's probably tough trying to turn it with your claws.'
Three stared at her blankly with large blue orbs. Kay sighed.
Great, she thought. Now I sound like I'm talking to myself. This is not going to help the 'no, I'm not crazy' factor.
Her stomach grumbled in annoyance, interrupting her thoughts. She shook her head. Goddess give me strength.
'Alright, well I'm hungry. You coming?'
Blank stare. Kay thought about this reaction. Too many words, maybe?
'Food?'
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Post by sonnywalker on Nov 6, 2008 17:04:52 GMT -5
Kay looked at him as he tried to explain the problem. She shrugged. He slumped his shoulders a bit. 'Yeah, I guess it's yours now,' she replied, standing from her kneeling position. 003 hung his head. How would he- 003 stared at Kay incredulously. 003 scrutinized her. She couldn't understand him, but she came to the right conclusion anyway. He couldn't decide if she was bright or dim. At least she seemed friendly. Now she was talking about something else. What did she say? 003 perked up immediately. Communication could wait. He scampered out the door and into the hallway, turning back to make sure she was following. Satisfied she was, he tramped down the hallway toward the food room, pausing every few yards to check that Kay was keeping up.
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Post by novacain on Nov 6, 2008 18:55:33 GMT -5
Sensing the tension between the two Alfred quickly cut in. "Hey lets go grab that food ok?" Alfred led the group over to the elevator and pressed the button for the dining hall. After the elevator beeped at the stop he walked out and proceeded to the food line. He walked over to the lady at the counter and ordered a big helping of mutton with a mug of dark port.
He waited for the others to get their food as well. "Hey you guys can pick a table." He was already drinking his port and it looked like it just disappeared down his throat. The alcohol gurgled in between his bones and didn't get his cloak wet at all.
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Nihtgenga
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Post by Nihtgenga on Nov 6, 2008 19:17:49 GMT -5
Otsanda ordered a blue steak and a beer and, once the beer was served, walked over to Alfred. The steak'd be served when it was cooked. Looking around, she spotted an empty table. "Hey, dat table over dere's free." she pointed to it.
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Post by TZ on Nov 6, 2008 19:36:11 GMT -5
Vincent led the way, bouncing a packet of medical blood in his hand and grabbing a cup along the way. He took his seat and tore open the packet, pouring its contents into the cup. He took a sip and looked over at his companions.
"So...what brings you two here to this fine organization?"
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