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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:03 pm
What if he didn't show up? She had Rikki coming too, but she never specified a time, and it was getting pretty late. What if her didn't show up either? What if they all just left her?
"Danny!"
The voice broke her thoughts. Danny didn't even remember the fight they had at school. That's how happy she was to see a familiar, friendly face that didn't belong to Oersted. Danny turned around to find the boil standing near her, and she bounced up and wrapped her arms around him in a friendly hug.
"Moure I missed you so much and there's lots of things to eat upstairs and um so let's GO!" Danny said, unhooking her arms from around him. She grabbed his hands and started running towards the elevator without even asking his opinion. Why did he put up with her again?
The reached the floor with the restaurant on it, and Danny waved her hands. "Tadaaaah!" He loved it right? Right?
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 7:13 pm
Moure was just getting to Danny's side when she practically bounced into hugging him. It was a good thing Moure was used to her speed when she spoke so fast, so he gave a shaky nod when she explained the situation. She sounded like she'd been very much without an outlet for the last few days. Vaguely he found himself wishing he had a better home to go back to, before shaking his head and knowing that would never happen. Cphira would never change.
As he was pulled toward the elevator, the patchwork tried to shrink away from the many upper-class demons that were milling around the room. It was amazing that his survival mode hadn't kicked in yet (and hadn't caused him to go into the kitchens and simply pick up a platter to go serve those people in the lobby). "I missed you too, and uhm okay I guess it's time to eat now then." He said, trying to not lose an arm from Danny's pulling. At least he was used to her behavior and wasn't suprised when she pulled him away.
He glanced around the elevator nervously, holding his breath (even though he actually didn't have to breath normally) as he watched the numbers tick by. It was at the top of the building, that was for sure. When the doors opened, Moure took in the entire scene and immediately pulled back into the elevator just slightly, eyes wide.
He did not belong here.
Those eating here could've been associates of Cphira, if only from appearance. They were above him. So, so far above him. He should've been wearing the clothing of one of the servers, not dressed as if he was going to be eating here. He wasn't even good enough to work here. What was he thinking, trying to pass off as if he was worthy enough to eat here? He should be the one serving the food, taking the criticism from customers, keeping the polite face on, giving them what they want. Not being someone who would be placing the orders.
No, Moure did not belong here.
"I-it's very nice, Danny." He managed when he realized she was probably waiting for his reaction to the restaurant. Too nice. It was too nice for the likes of him to be eating at. Still, he got out of of the elevator, standing by (and possibly hiding a little behind) Danny and waiting for her to lead the way.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:41 pm
He seemed to be stuck to the inside of the elevator. Danny really couldn't comprehend why. Maybe he was just a fan of elevators. The elevator was pretty nifty. It had mirrors and everything! Still, how could it be more exciting than the restaurant? Maybe Moure was uncomfortable because he didn't eat food? Well Danny would soon remedy that!
She pulled his wrist, tugging him out of the elevator and into the little waiting area of the restaurant. The maître d' gave a look of recognition that said "oh this is the ghoul" and led them to their table. It was a booth, as Danny wasn't sure how many people were going to show up, and the table was just covered in food. Food everywhere. All different types as well, ranging from fancy roasted slime n' snails to simple macaboney and screams. Needless to say, the chef had outdone himself.
Danny slid into one side, and pointing to the other side for Moure, expecting him to slide in as well. "So what do you think? Fancy right?" Danny was rather proud of herself. She had set this up all by herself! Immediately she began throwing some of the bread rolls into her mouth (burnt, of course), and said, "So whash been goin' on at Amivivyville?" with a full mouth. Manners were not her forte.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:06 pm
His parents had followed through on their deal, not that Nyyrikki had expected any less. When he exited the reaper dorms a skeletal horse was hitched near the door, glaring down some of the passing students with a sort of discomfort that told him she was a little terrified of the surroundings. His parents had no idea how he could read the undead horse’s actions with an ease that came only from hours spent by her side.
He took her long, boney face between his black hands and pressed his forehead to hers with a gentle smile. “Hey, Espoo,” he cooed softly. “Long time no see, huh?” The mare seemed to calm down a little at the contact and nickered in response to the attention. She was undoubtedly pleased to see the teenaged grim. Nyyrikki ran his fingers over her cheek bones and spine in smooth caresses for a few moments before mounting her with a learned familiarity, and then they were on their way. Within minutes he’d kicked her into a gallop, and his smile had only spread from there.
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It took a disappointingly short time to arrive at the tower, immediately identifiable by the huge golden O. In a distant part of his mind Nyyrikki wondered if it was real gold as he dismounted Espoo and began to hitch her to a post outside the building. The post probably wasn’t meant for a horse to be attached to, but he couldn’t be bothered to really care.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:49 pm
Moure let himself be dragged along, thankful that he wasn't the one making the decisions here. Had Moure been left to his own devices for long enough, the boil probably would've dropped his jacket off at the booth and gone off to help the servers bring up and pass out the food, simply out of instinct and training. He gave a few more worried glances to the tables around, checking to make sure that Cphira herself wasn't there (nor any of her 'friends') before quickly sliding into the booth as Danny directed him too.
There was so much food.
So. Much. Food.
Was Danny planning on feeding a gluttony family reunion or something? The amount of food on the table astonished Moure completely. "It's very fancy. Really fancy, even." Too fancy for Moure to be eating, or eating at. He reached out and hesitantly took a bowl of macaboney and screams, which he deemed low enough for one of his rank to be eating. He managed to catch most of her statement, and he looked to the food, considering everything that was going on. "Not much, actually. I think everyone's still trying to get over the Hunters attacking us on our own turf." At least Moure could assume those red-cloaked people had been Hunters in disguise. "Classes, the usual. But what about you? How's your vacation been?" That sounded like a safer topic, and a more interesting one, too.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:01 pm
Danny nodded, still gulping food down like the slob she was. A few demons had started to stare, but they immediately went back to their own conversations afterwards. Two teenagers were much too boring for their precious time. The hunters had beaten up everyone pretty bad, Danny knew that first hand. It was definitely a good thing that Moure was changing the topic.
"BORING BORING BORING," she cried out. More stares resulted. "I had to go to this party and try on dresses. Ickyyy," Danny made a face like she had eaten something sour, when in reality she was eating something very sweet at the moment, then continued, "Then I came here, and it's been boring business all week."
She leaned forward in confidentiality and said, "I even burned a dude's paper and nothing happened! Nothing!" Perhaps Danny was a bit used to the teacher scoldings at Amityville? Either way, she was getting bored here, and it was apparent.
Still, the question had to come out eventually. "... Soooo ... how's Edel?"
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Some 50 odd floors down, the same two receptionists that had greeted Danny with such disdain were now greeting Rikki with the same look. They whispered to each other things like, "Look at the kinds of people she is dragging in" and "can you believe it?!" Worried looks all around.
One of them said, "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" followed by a giggle. Everyone pretty much knew Rikki had no appointment.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:17 pm
He’d walked into the building with every intention of just asking where the restaurant was and waltzing on his merry way, but the ladies behind their fancy desks seemed to have other ideas. At the giggling question, he turned to the monstrous reception desk, his eyes skating over their many, very busy, arms even as he gave them a charming smile.
What better way to avoid getting in trouble than to appear like a harmless, handsome teen?
“I sort of do, actually. I was invited to dinner by a demoness friend of mine. Danny Fitz?” His tone was light and kind, a trick he’d learned to avoid trouble back home. He pushed he hair away from his face, a move that he’d discovered put his parents in a more tolerable mood, and added “If you just give me the floor number I can head up and be out of you ladies’ hair.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:22 pm
One of the secretaries giggled, but the others hushed her. She was obviously the youngest one of the secretaries, and didn't know how this deal worked. The men behind the counter just rolled their eyes, as did some of the women. As cool as Rikki thought he was, he was just another teenager attempting to be cooler than he was.
Just as the secretary closest to him was about to speak, a voice broke out from behind him. A demon with giant horns and a serious, intimidating look on his face stared at Rikki from behind him. He had a usual pinstripe suit on, and his skin was redder than usual (which was certainly saying something, as his skin was red in tone already). His eyes were simply slits.
All of the secretaries and business people went back to work at his glare; a glare clearly meant for Rikki. It wasn't an obviously furious glare, it was more playful and amused than that. Something was eerily wrong about it though. "And why," he said in a decidedly cold tone, "are you looking for Ms. Danny Fitz?" The man made no attempt to introduce himself, and he bore no name tag of any sort.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:39 pm
Rikki turned on his heels as the lobby went hushed and looked up (he really needed to grow a few more inches, ugh) at the demon who opposed him. While the glare did send a shiver of trepidation up his spine, he’d seen similar looks from his parents too often to give a blatant physical response. This demon had mastered the look though, and the emotion it held that his parents’ had lacked made it all the me intimidated.
Rocking back to lean his back against the reception desk in a reversal of his previous stance, he shoved his hands in his pockets. This guy’s tidy suit made his clean black shirt and jeans look slobbish, and if that was slobbish then his heavy boots were down right trashy. “I have a dinner date with her,” he admitted with ease, shrugging his shoulders. He had a feeling the man before him would be far less impressed than he’d imagined his parents to be. Impressed; not proud.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:43 pm
Oersted's facial expression faltered for a single moment, a single sliver of a moment; this had probably never happened in the history of forever. Oersted was not a man who faulted in his ways. The moment was so minuscule that no one probably even caught it, but it was there nonetheless.
"I see. Follow me," was all he said. His actions spoke much louder though. He gestured with his hand to move down a hallway into a much less crowded room, and there was no exception to following. If Rikki had any doubts, he had about 3 pairs of eyes on him from guards in the room- and those were just the visible ones.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:51 pm
Nyyrikki blew out a strained puff of air, all of his instincts telling him he needed to find a way out of this, and quickly. But a scan of his surroundings and he knew he was trapped. There were guards, secretaries, and witnesses. If anything, these were people of class that could make it sound like he was street trash that had intruded. Feeling caged, he followed with slumped shoulders. This felt oddly similar to following his parents to his punishment.
He peered around the less populated room and then drew his red-orange eyes back to the businessman in front of him. “… You’re not going to tie me to a chair and beat me or anything are you?” He’d seen too many movies to have warm fuzzies about this.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:55 pm
Oersted let out a coarse laugh and said, "No of course not. Unless you'd prefer that." Very calmly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. He whispered something into the ear of one of his guards, they nodded, and turned away from the door. Oersted and Rikki were alone, but guarded. "Are you more at ease then?" he oozed. It was a fake comfort. At the twitch of a finger, the guards would have Rikki restrained an imprisoned.
Oersted sat down idly at one of the stray chairs, and crossed his legs. "I will get straight to the point. What is your family name and occupation, and what are your affairs with Miss Danny Fitz." It was a demand, not a request. He continued to refer to his sister as "Miss Danny Fitz." If anything, he was clever. He didn't become a CEO for nothing after all.
Oersted's eyes shifted to a guard who was clearly copying all of this information through some recording method, no doubt a natural ability of his. Rikki definitely wouldn't notice, but this entire conversation was being recorded. Every word her said.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 11:05 pm
He eyed the demon for a moment, pausing just long enough to consider his answer. “About as at ease as I am when my dad puts his scythe away,” he replied. “Weapons are always close at hand.” Far too true. While Rikki kept his chains physically close, currently wrapped around his upper right arm, every reaper could have their weapons in their palms within one blink and the next. He had a feeling this man’s weapons were just as efficient.
When the other took a seat, Rikki remained standing, crosses his arms low over his chest. The questions served to irritate him, and before he was done speaking, the grim’s face had turned fairly grumpy. Who the hell was this guy to ask such questions? “That’s none of your jack damn business, yeah?” he spat, tilting his chin up defiantly. He was nearly 18 years old for the love of Sally. He could do what he pleased.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 11:10 pm
Oersted let out a sigh and calmly said, "I can keep Danny from seeing you, if that's what you'd prefer." Shaking his head, he realized his threats would do no good. Oersted had dealt with countless types just like Rikki before.
A moment passed, and he said, "It is indeed my business when you are referring to my little sister so casually as your ah ..." he searched the air for a moment and then mocked, "Dinner date." Oersted had a way of looking down on the teenage boil even while sitting and looking at him from below.
"Now like I said," he continued, "I will need your information or I simply cannot permit you leaving." A cheshire grin crossed his face. Oersted's trap had been set shut. Outside of the room one of the men shuffled. "Can your no-doubt minuscule brain comprehend that?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 9:29 pm
Moure kept glancing around, as if on the watch for anyone who might have a connection to Cphira, and for Cphira himself. Not that there was any evidence to say his creator would be stopping by this particular eatery at this particular point in time on this particular day, but Moure was still on edge about it all. From the glances directed at him and Danny, it as clear he didn't belong.
He turned his attention to Danny as she expressed just how boring her vacation had been. Moure gave a nod, eating another bite of his macaboney while she explained. He swallowed, then gave another nod. "It sounded very boring. Nothing fun happen at all?" He asked, listening to her next statement. "Business? What business?" Moure's eyebrow raised. He couldn't picture Danny actually working, so he wasn't sure what to think about that.
"Nothing at all? Really? Maybe that's because of who you're related to?" Moure suggested that as a possible explanation to the whole ordeal. Power had it's privileges, after all.
And then Moure was taking another bite of his macaboney as Danny mentioned Edel. His eyebrow raised, but he spoke anyway, despite knowing how much Danny loathed the blue-haired ghoul. "She's visiting home right now, actually. I've been feeding her minipets, and we've been sending letters to each other." He paused, then said softly, "I hope she's doing well."
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