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 Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:23 am
:C o l o r--C o d e s:
Calucifer--Pariah--Beltaine--Himeru
Everyone Else
I n n u e n d o is a name well known by the people of this city. As a family owned and operated night club in the risqué part of town it dedicated itself to being one of the more infamous hot spots in the area. Catering to the exquisite tastes of its customers with only the highest quality in food, alcohol, music and service—it’s not hard to see why the night club was filled to capacity each night. Even the fact that the dive was a meeting point for numerous organized crime dealings didn’t deter the people from forming lines around the block. Or at least, that’s what Calu had been told. Being a day tender he’d never really seen the club in all its glitzy, late night glory.
Long ago he’d used to dream about the party scene while he catered to the regulars. They were older men usually, stopping in for an afternoon drink. Sometimes they’d get luncheon gatherings of two or three as if this place were some kind of mom and pop’s diner. It was degrading, but the waiting staff never complained. Customers meant tips and unlike I n n u e n d o’s reluctant bar keep, they clawed for every penny. However, Calu hardly had much time to think about any of that lately.
The bar had become more and more crowded recently during the day and it now took three tenders to keep up with the demand of the patrons that jostled for residency at the black marble counter. Their afternoons had become a place for tourists, japan-o-philes and furry fetishists to congregate thanks to the abrupt events which had left three as-of-yet unidentified creatures in Calu’s care. Thinking back on it, he realized how much he preferred the lazy pace, now long gone.
You know, my life used to be normal. Calucifer stated in a defeated sort of manner to no one in particular. Of course, when the twenty-one year old said normal, he meant it only in context of his own life.
Standing guard-side at tension filled arms deals in abandoned warehouses.
Unloading crates of illegal, imported goods on chilly moonlit docks.
The echo of gunfire in grungy, basement parking garages.
Blood. Sweat. Adrenaline.
This wasn’t just the life of any two-bit hood. It was the life of an elite soldier of the Mafia family, Valerio, their best and only sharp shot.
Number Sixty-Seven.
Calucifer Siane.
And yet, nothing in his twelve years of being a mafioso could have prepared him for the completely unexpected events which had landed three small and as-of-yet unidentified creatures into his life. Three unique, perplexing and—
SPECIAL CUSTOMER! SPECIAL CUS~TO~MER! A tiny-lop eared critter scrambled across the marble counter excitedly. Her name was Beltaine and she waved around the hand broom and dust pan used to collect sneaky dust bunnies from the corners of the club enthusiastically. Effectively cutting through Calucifer’s reverie while quartz colored eyes flickered with concern. Beltaine was possibly the clumsiest person—or thing—he’d ever met and her penchant for disaster, though proven comical at times, was worrisome.
Bel, slow down! You’re gonna—It was already too late by the time the words had begun to form on his lips, grimacing inwardly as her foot caught on a napkin in her rush. Paper against marble was apparently quite slippery or at least the mechanics of her luck certainly made it that way. Short legs went sailing over the poor thing’s head, tiny skirt ruffling to reveal adorable pink panties.—Fall… god damnit.
Swearing under his breath, the young soldier watched uselessly as Beltaine dropped towards the deck that sat lowered to the bar where the drinks were made. In the short time he’d known her, Cal had learned it was almost always better not to assist least the situation multiply its destructive factor by an unhealthy amount. Last time five stitches, a few bruises, a twisted ankle, several shattered bottles of vodka and two mangled table had been accrued. Needless to say, Calu didn’t look forward to repeating that mistake.
Instead, he turned away from the scene to address the stranger the bunny-girl had introduced in a decadent fanfare. Ignoring the irritable grunt of displeasure from a nearby figure—as he was dropped onto his back on the deck—and the bristling, snarling scuffle that succeeded it. As had been foreseen, Beltaine went unharmed as she landed on Pariah, a rough and tumble little character with a huge chip on his shoulder. Life had dealt him a hard hand and though he hadn’t spoken at all when first discovered Calucifer and his pal Maui, he was slowly coming around. Hey! What’s happening? Welcome to Innu.. en… do.
Crooked grin melted away as thin lips formed an indiscriminant line upon his face. A brow was arched with a questioning sort of displeasure, though his expression was vague behind the straight-edge of thin, silky crimson bangs; leaving only his posture to display the soldier’s distaste for the person at his bar. Without giving Mitch—a language major who studied Japanese culture at the local college—a second glance, sharp gaze scanned the counter for Himeru suspiciously. The little cat-like creature was safely tucked at the far end where he filled empty shot glasses from a squat tea kettle Calu had bought upon Hime’s request.
Turning his back to the counter and the dejected looking student, Calucifer jerked a thumb at him, ruffled. What’s with the false alarm, Bel? Biff much?
No.. not Biff. Mitch! Beltaine stated and then clarified for her owner as if he were the slow one. Creme hands carefully dusting off the pleats of her skirt a small distance from the monotone Pariah. Mitch is Hime’s special customer!
I know who he is, Bel! I don’t want this shiftless b*****d anywhere near Hime. Kapiesh?
W-whaaaa~? Lop eared female canted her head with a quizzical frown, index finger to her chin as she stared at Calu.
Nevermind! Go back to dusting or.. whatever the hell it is you do. And you! Wiry framed bar tender wheeled around on the unsuspecting customer, voice tight with severity. You so much as look at Himeru the wrong way and I’m goin’ to splatter your ********’ brains all over the walls, ni?
Mitch stared with clear, baby blue eyes. He’d grown accustomed to the mafioso’s obvious dislike for him, though that didn’t make him less wary of a man he knew to be quite dangerous. He spoke in an even tone, though it was tainted with disappointment. Do you always treat your customers so harshly?
Only the ones I don’t like. Calucifer didn’t hesitate to answer, nor did he curb it for the sake of politeness with palms planted firmly against the counter. Milky irises peered at the familiar blond his owner spoke with mistrustingly. Pariah had come to learn, in the short time he’d known Calucifer, that the man was a good judge of character. So naturally his gaze sharpened a little at the wise tone Mitch sported, pulling Beltaine behind him on the deck. Sleek grey ears pinned giving the little creature a rather fierce look against bristling, platinum fur. Being twice the size of Himeru and Beltaine without the added height of ribbed horns, and certain to grow eventually, it was that fact alone that kept the college freshman in line.
Biting back a sour comment a five dollar bill was slapped against the black marble, gesturing to the tiny teapot in the red panda’s hands. I’ll have whatever’s in there.
And with his order made, innocent glance drifted down the bar at the little piece of perfection that teetered merrily up and down the counter, filling glasses and singing. Mitch still refused to believe Himeru—known as Hime for short which seemed appropriate to him considering its meaning—was male as the ignorant tender claimed. For one thing, unwelcoming red head had though the elegant creature some sort of cat. He scoffed bitterly at the thought. Any educated person could clearly see that Himeru stemmed from some offshoot of red panda descent.
Taking the money off the counter, Calu rolled his eyes and beckoned the kettle wielder over with a curl of his fingers. Obediantly, the leucistic critter skittered closer, plush tail flicking in time to the rhythm of his own drum while all eyes lingered on his deceptively feminine figure. Though Calucifer had tried to explain that Himeru, despite his “Precious Moments” eyes and china doll features, was male the guys that filled the bar just to try and get a glimpse up the red panda’s kimono had decidedly chosen to neglect the warning. As long as perverse fantasy remained fantasy alone, he couldn’t ask for much more, fingers diligently rubbing the scar that lay between knit brows.
Normality was a complete contradiction; its definition yielding to distortion without argument.
But truthfully, he kind of enjoyed the company.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 11:16 am
"Cirre! Cirre, slow down! Annyah, stop picking on him, too! You make him run into traffic and I'll pull your hair, you understand? Guh! Watari! Watarrrriii! PLEASE stop trying to turn that poor cat into a guniea pig!" Babysitting.
Aaya was once again stuck babysitting ALL of the Heila he normally had. Though luckily Dami had picked up Xian and Tae was with Naitu today. Mariah had stopped by and asked him to keep an eye on Annyah due to the fact that their mother found her and was trying to experiment on her. He sighed, if only he had been able to find a babysitter.. Dark copper gaze trailed down to his arms, hidden usually by long sleeves, though it was just TOO hot today to be wearing his turtle-neck, so the bright gold (actually looking somewhat metallic) markings glinted on his arms.
He was worried one day he was going to get mugged, and someone would rip his arms off to get at the gold inside. He winced at the thought, shaking his head repeatedly as he reached out and tugged on the wing of his first Heila. Cirre tilted his head back as he back-skipped toward Aaya, grinning broadly and clinging to his leg easily enough.
Well, that wasn't so hard. Normally he'd pick up a fuss over his wings, but today he seemed relatively calm. It worried Aaya, but, as he continued down the sidewalk he realized why. This was a bad neighborhood at night. He'd told the Heila in his care, all of them, not to go out at night on their own especially. A lot of sleezoids and perverts roamed the sidewalks, and anything cute, fuzzy, or even HINTING at being feminine would usually end up getting themselves in trouble.
HE sighed a bit, reaching out and grabbing on Annyah's wing as well he pulled her back in line with Cirre, "Don't make me get the leash, guys. I hate that thing and I know you guys, do, too."
"Nooo! No me gustan un leash!" Annyah's thick accent and lack of English really grated on Aaya's nerves most times, but being Hispanic himself he could stand it. He sighed, shaking his head as they came up to the front door of the I n n u e n d o. He knew it was a bad area at night, but at least during the day it was safer, and far easier to keep an eye on his Heila as well. The place was large enough, and there were bouncers during the day so if something happened, no one would get hurt at least. He sighed in relief and reached out to open the door, but stopped at something nagging at the back of his mind.
Watari from behind him tugged on the end of his shirt, causing him to turn and look down, "What is it, Watari?"
Watari was frowning, which was never good. The Heila RARELY ever frowned, or so he had been informed. Aaya felt a shudder run up his spine as he waited for a response, though Watari remained silent for a few minutes. Then he let out a breath and sighed, "Sorray. Though' ya 'ad a spider on ya..."
Aaya tensed. That was even WORSE! Aaya HATED spiders! Even more so than weird otakus! Which was bad, because as he came into the large club, he noticed that was the clientel. He instantly reached forward and kept Annyah close. Though she spoke Spanish, she HAD to have this fetish for dressing like some gothica lolita. Last thing he needed was a ***** coming after her. He sighed faintly and moved to the bar, "Stay close, guys. I don't want any of you getting lost in here, the place is too big."
A small chorus of 'okay!' and a 'si' from Annyah told him they would at least TRY not to get into too much trouble. He sat down, pulling up each one of his little Heila onto a stool, though Cirre just fluttered up to sit in his lap happily. He sighed, he was still so small but he was also getting a little too big to be treated like the baby... Even though, he was Aaya's first, and probably his ONLY actually owned Heila. Everyone else just used him as daycare. He was actually charging Naitu for babysitting, same for Dami, whom was paying him anyway to take care of Xiao. Watari was his second Heila, owned actually by himself, so, he was just a little weird. He didn't know how he got to be so strange, but, alas, that was how the ball bounced.
He lifted his eyes in time to see Himeru prancing across the bar. At first, he thought it was some kind of cosplaying neko otaku's Heila. But upon a second glance, he realized that the markings were red-panda, and from the gait it was DEFINITELY a male. He chuckled as he passed by, "That's a pretty kimono you're wearing. I like your geta, too."
He couldn't remember the last time he saw traditional Japanese-style clothing, but, even this wasn't completely traditional. It was more of the ninjitsu-type of clothing, easier for movement and what have you. Though it was a pretty color. Annyah agreed by lifting her head up and reaching out to tug on Himeru's kimono sleeve, "Es muy bonita! Donde sacas? ... Er... Where did you get?" she would have to ask Mariah to make one for her. Aaya knew she would, and he laughed quietly before turning his eyes over to the bartender he tensed. He felt eyes burrowing into the back of his head, and protectively wrapped an arm around Cirre.
Cirre let out a faint trill at being snuggled, turning sideways to swing his legs a bit and rest against Aaya's chest. Aaya didn't seem to mind, he had Watari on his other side, trying to make some origami out of the napkins, then blow them up with small bursts of whatever he had in his lab-coat pockets... The little owl that had taken to him hooted softly, perching on his shoulder once again for a nice little nap. At least it wasn't pooping everywhere, and Aaya was thankful for that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 9:16 pm
Sunlight pooled in from the designer windows that lined the entrance of I n n u e n d o, causing a drowsy warmth to will the interior. Most of the booths were abandoned and despite the steady steam of music which filled the air from stereo speakers fastened to every wall in the joint, the dance floor would remain unoccupied until later that evening. While not exactly quiet at the bar, things seemed to be running fairly smoothly and if not for Mitch and a few other less than savory presences stool-side the afternoon was actually quite pleasant.
More tea, Michi-san? A lyrical voice cooed pleasantly as the college student sucked down his third cup of the bitter green substance. Basking in the gentle glow of Himeru’s ethereal beauty, the foolish boy didn’t seem to take into account the nature of the contents being poured into his cup. Nor was he able to acknowledge the slow and maniacal, Cheshire grin that had begun to form upon Calucifer’s lips.
Hai! Arigato, Hime-chan! Mitch responded delightedly, setting the foggy, blue glass on the counter to be refilled. However, as the spout touched the lip of the cup and was tilted forward, they both stared expectantly while not even so much as a drop rolled forth. Coloring with embarrassment, the tiny minx backed away, shaking his empty pot as he stammered sheepishly. H-how embarrassing! I.. uhm.. I seem to be all out!
It was probably for the better as an ominous sound stirred in the bothersome blonde’s gut just as he opened his mouth to reassure Hime. His face contorting in horror at the thought that he might not make it to a bathroom in time. Clambering in a tightly clenched hurry, Mitch darted for the entrance, nearly bowling over a new face to I n n u e n d o in the process. Plush, mutely colored ears drooped as his customer departed without even saying goodbye, frowning at the restrained laughter at his backside. Baka!
Himeru wheeled around to hiss at his master and Pariah alike, hands balled into fists on his hips. Though not entirely aware of what had happened, he had enough intuition to guess that the pair was behind it. Sometimes the little red panda didn’t understand why they felt the need to be so cruel! What did being malicious ever accomplish besides causing pain and embarrassment to others? The aggravation in his stance was quick to melt into overwhelming sorrow, he never could stay angry long. Not that an upset Hime was any better.
Sniffing indignantly Pariah turned his head to show his indifference towards the other’s display of emotion, vacant irises sharply skimming the small group that had entered. It was the scent of others of his own kind that had drawn his interest and sure enough the human that ambled in—looking just a little lost and out of place in this neighborhood—had brought with him three others. Curiosity satisfied, his attention returned to the orders he mixed and slid along the bar to their appropriate recipient. It hadn’t taken Calucifer long to discover Pariah was particularly gifted with mixing both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks after he’d repeatedly corrected the amounts of liquor being added to various beverages. It was something he seemed to enjoy doing. One of the only things really, so who was the soldier to argue?
Aaaahh! C’mon Hime, don’t get like that! You know I’m only trying to— Apologetic tone fell upon deaf ears though, kimono clad figure spinning to stroll down the counter, gathering abandoned glasses by previous customers along the way. Gentle compliment from an unfamiliar voice caused Himeru to turn to face the stranger. Thick, platinum curls bounced and the tiny male stared at the group with huge, not to mention mismatched pink and purple eyes, framed by curling bangs. It was easy to see how he could be misrepresented as the fairer sex with such gentle features. Caught off guard, his cheeks colored, murmuring with subdued bow of gratitude, A-Arigato gozaimasu, tanin-sa—
Himeru! Sharp tone caused small shoulders to jar at Calucifer’s sharp tone. Turning his head the bar tender’s expression was sour. He didn’t appreciate the culture starved travelers that dropped in to day dream about how great it was in another country. From what the sharp-shooter understood of the Japanese from working with the Yakuza they were an unhealthily suppressed lot where intimacy of any sort shown towards another person was frowned upon. He didn’t understand how Americans could long for such a stuffy and unwelcoming sort of place. Honestly, it irked him to no end, rumbling irritably, What did I tell you about that s**t? We’re not in Japan.. let ‘em get the—
Cutting himself off unexpectedly, bangs were shaken to allow translucent, silver irises better view of the stranger and the three figures that surrounded him, looking vaguely familiar. Whoa wait! Hold up a minute! You got ‘em too!
Pointing at the unusually colored figure in his lap, the red head stared, just a little dumbstruck. How many more of these things were there? And what the hell were they?! And how had he stumbled across them?! A million questions ran through his head like speeding cars on the high way, too fast for him to hold on to one long enough to articulate it. Leaving the mafioso to stand and stare stupidly while Pariah snorted, embarrassed for his master as he growled lazily, eyes half lidded with obvious disinterest. Great social skills, Calu..
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 11:26 pm
Aaya-tan barely managed to zip around the man as he took off. He stared a second, then shook his head, clucking his tongue for shame at the being. Coming here and being so rude! Even HE had enough class not to make such a scene all the time. Besides, didn't they have bathrooms here? It was health-code regulations, right? Especially a place this big..
His eyes wandered back to the bar, he had been about to order something when Himeru noticed him and bowed. He blinked a few times. Oh! So it WASN'T some otaku's poor Heila dress-up doll! He smiled faintly, a genuine article, eh? He hadn't met one for a while, though he found that the poor thing was being scolded for no reason other than thanking him.
He frowned slightly, and turned his eyes toward the bartender, "Dude, what's your problem? So I know what the hell his shoes are called, no need to get a**l about it."
Geeze, didn't EVERYONE know they were called geta? He had a pair from his godfather at home that he wore sometimes because they were comfortable and helped straighten out your posture due to the hard texture. He'd caught Cirre and the others trying them on many a time, and being the sentimental sap he was always videotaped it. He chuckled as Cirre trilled sleepily against him, hand rising he took his hat off for him, "Na-na. Don't need to be wearing that in this heat, Cirre..."
"Demo.. I'm tired..." Cirre reached up for his hat uselessly, watching Aaya stuff it in his back pocket he frowned at him then went to resting his still headphone covered head against his chest, legs curling up and hands resting in his lap. Aaya lifted his eyes when he got pointed at, quirking a brow. The guy wasn't too bright, that much was for sure. He looked over to Watari, keeping an eye on him before spotting Annyah trying to stare the bartender to death. From the short time that he had known the Hispanic Heila, he knew one thing for sure.
Don't piss her off. She was frowning darkly at Calu, and he had to reach out and grab her wings to keep her from jumping onto the bar! He frowned, hissing for her to hush and she actually listened. It was probably because of all of the strange looks they were getting. It was a nice place that had good food, what a guy couldn't bring his family over!?
... Family... Aaya's eyes widened a moment as that word rolled about in his mind. That's right, these guys were like his family now... He smiled faintly and ruffled Cirre's hair whom chirped and lifted his eyes, bicolored orbs hazed with sleep. However, he was addressed about his Heilas, and he needed to respond as to not be AS rude as mister Social Butterfly.
"They're called Heila. And yes, I do. This is Cirre.. That's Annyah, and this is Wata--... Wait a minute, YUTAKA?!" Aaya almost shot up when he didn't see the blonde beside him where he was supposed to be. He sat Cirre down on the bartop, and started turning about to find the little blonde heila. He was no where to be found, and this was starting to worry him. He couldn't see him anywhere! At least, that was because he hadn't looked in the booths. Watari had apparently wandered off to find something to do, and a few elderly ladies in the back were playing with his hair while feeding him sweets from their order.
He coo'd happily, he loved it when people played with his hair, so long as they didn't cut it or try to clone him, he was fine. He lifted his eyes when he heard Aaya start to worry, nibbling on one of the cookies, he turned, bowed gracefully for his audience, and tottered off, leaving the twitter-pated women to do as they pleased. He found Aaya, and walked up behind him, tugging on his shirt and lifting his arms, hands clenching and releasing every few seconds in a 'pick me up!' fashion.
Aaya sighed in relief, lifting the heila and scolding him quietly. The language was English, yes, but he spoke it so fast, it sounded almost like another language. Watari understood, and nodded his head, leaning in and nuzzling into him happily. Aaya rolled his eyes, sighing a bit and lifting his other hand to gesture toward the blonde, "This is Watari Yutaka.. Came with the name, don't ask..."
He sat the heila down beside him, blinking when Cirre slid off the bar into his lap once again when he sat down. Cirre craved body heat and a nap. He had almost fallen asleep on the bar itself, but the noise had gotten to him too much. Freckled wings fluttered before folding onto his back as he curled up and purred snuggly against Aaya's chest. Aaya pat the top of his head, "I see you have a few yourself... They're supposedly some kind of creature that is born from a cake... I don't know HOW, but they just... Kinda explode. There's a bakery that gives them away not too far from here, but I don't think they would be so culturely diverse if it's just that store that gives them away.." he turned his eyes to Annyah as she played with her ringlet curls, kicking her legs back and forth and humming to herself. Watari had a British accent, Annyah was Hispanic, Xiao-Li was Chinese, Taeyeoung was pure-breed American, and Cirre.. Well, he spoke some Japanese just because Aaya spoke it frequently with his classes.. Not that he was GOOD at it, but still.
Aaya sighed, "There are a lot around here...
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 11:14 pm
Taken back by the hostility in the stranger’s voice the red-head craned his neck, face jerking backwards in surprise. What the hell was this now? Calucifer hadn’t said anything about him! Jarred by the unexpected gesture secretive veil of straight-edged forelock shattered, revealing slivers of a devilishly handsome visage and calculating mercury stare. Shaking off the staggered effect, the bar tender was quick to retort, though he held more shock than anger in his tone. What the---Back up!
You obviously don’t know where you are, kid, but this ain’t about you. Thumbing the end of his nose with a hand wrapped snugly in fighter’s tape from the tip of his fingers to the crease of his elbow, the bandaging was pristine white. Calu fought hard and often, but he always came to work with a fairly clean appearance, which meant replacing blood bathed wraps before work. Resting his hand on the smooth bar counter beside Himeru he leaned towards the unfamiliar face, silently committing his features, clothes and build to memory. Not that a single glance couldn’t tell him all he really needed to know. Since these guys showed up my bar’s been filling up with all sorts of weirdos.
He nodded towards the kimono clad figure indicating it was their presence that had begun to draw a peculiar crowd before continuing. Got nothin’ against the Japanese, but I keep getting the freaks in here with all sorts of fetishes tryin’ to pull all sorts of s**t with Himeru and Beltaine.
Pausing momentarily at a particularly irritating thought the subject was ended abruptly. You must know what it’s like with lil Lolita over there.
Another nod, this time directed at the Hispanic Heila, was tossed casually while the conversation steered into a more civil tone. Examining each figure as they were introduced Calucifer greeted the fancy female first, recalling the Spanish she had spewed early and taking it into account as he spoke. Hola chica, perdoname comportamiento grosero. Me llamo Calucifer… and Cirre. Pleasure to meet you bo—
Sedate introduction was quickly silenced by the opposing male’s urgent tone. One of his small companions seemed to have gone missing. The soldier had begun to realize this was, most likely, a common problem amongst Heila owners which even he himself had experienced on various occasions. Yutaka…
Repeating the name puzzledly his gaze sought out his spring hare intently, whistling for Beltaine as one would call a trained canine companion. From across the club the uniform-clad figure scampered in a rush, bounding towards her master with an excitable giggle. Scrambling up onto the empty stool where owl toting blond had been seen previously, she eeked out a “I’m here, Calu” between tiny, panting breaths. Watching Beltaine lean against the counter on her tiptoes he pointed at the frantic stranger indicatingly, Seems we have a code white, be on the look out for a blond—mmn.. nix that.
Distracted gaze had pinned the third Heila, casually dressed in what appeared to be some type of lab coat with a ridiculously small owl type avian perched upon his head. Beltaine followed the direction of Calu’s silvery gaze, climbing onto the bar face so that Watari could sit beside his human. Bending to analyze the trio more closely, it was easy to see that many of the traits his own Heila possessed were unique to them, though why they appeared so different from the near uniform horns and tails of his guy’s gang was beyond his comprehension. Cute. This is Beltaine and Himeru.. and that guy down there is Pariah. He’s kinda antisocial. I’m Calucifer Siane, by the way.. don’t think I caught your name though, stranger..
Himeru bowed graciously and Beltaine smiled exuberantly as the pair was introduced. To the surprise of no one the little Talbuk ignored the group all together with ears pinned, sliding a drink towards one of the customers at the bar while he popped a Maraschino cherry into his mouth and munched on it greedily. A bandage clad hand extended towards the coal haired figure in an indication of friendly intentions, conveniently hiding the tattoo inked upon the inside of his wrist that branded outgoing bar tender as a member of the Velario family.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 5:16 pm
"You have rotten timing, then," Aaya turned his attention back toward his heila, namely Cirre and Watari. Annyah knew better, or at least, he knew his sister knew better than to teach her otherwise. He sighed and rested the two on his lap, though there wasn't much room, "Ara... Makes me almost wish I was a bit fatter... You guys have boney butts, you know..."
Watari bounced once on his lap to get back at that comment, causing Aaya to cough a bit as bone met flesh. He shook his head and turned back toward Calu as he spoke once more. Watari was there, so there was no need to look for him, though he appreciated the thought.
He shook his head at the comment about Pariah being anti-social. He was used to that. His eyes turned back toward the larger Heila serving drinks. He could tell from the scars that the man in front of ohim hadn't raised him, the other two were in such fine condition, it was only common sense...
Cirre trilled as he was introduced, waving his hand shyly, though he caught the smell of a cherry... He sat up, and sniffed again, causing Aaya to watch the little heila carefully. It took a few seconds to realize then what it was, "Ano... I hate to ask you of this, but do you sell cherries separate from the drinks...? He's got the itch..."
As though to reiterate what he said, he reached down and started tickling Cirre playfully. The heila squealed and kicked his legs, wings fluttering madly for a few seconds before finally settling against his guardian with a purr, glad he was going to get what he wanted.
Aaya dug around in his satchel. It was like a baby-bag, really, filled with things for the heila and for himself. He emptied a small satchel he used for candy treats, putting them in a tiny ziplock and handing the satchel to Calu, "I'll pay for however many you can fill that with..."
He smiled slightly, and Cirre clapped his hands. Annyah, however, started digging into The satchel, hearing the comment to her she just smiled at him, though didn't respond. Aaya noted that, and spoke on her behalf, "Forgive her... She only speaks broken Spanish and English.. They both have warped together so much, she hardly can speak much at all nowadays... She's been corrected several times by other people, so she opts to just not speak much anymore..."
Annyah nodded her head slightly, then went back to finding a few candy treats... She popped one into her mouth and chewed on it happily.
Aaya spotted the hand come forward, and he nodded his head slightly, extending his hand once it was free, in return, "Aayatomi Kurishida. Aaya for short..." he offered a small smile before lowering his gaze down to the two in his lap as Watari slid off. He seemed content to sit on the bar for now, folding what pieces of paper he had and making the small origami bits come to life.. He sighed, "Sorry about that... He does that... A lot."
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