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 Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 10:31 am
 Informally known as
The RP Hangout Thread
Everyone that's a part of this guild knows that we have our super slow/dead times in the RP. Whether due to RL absences, or waiting on someone else to post~ That doesn't matter. For good chunks throughout the year, people aren't around, and the RP itself slows to sometimes a complete halt. After talking with our Zack, Arius Gray, about this~ He suggested this idea as a way to potentially keep people from going nuts while waiting for others to post. And considering we do this often enough as well... I don't see a reason why you all wouldn't love it. ;3
So thus begins the first side-RP thread in this guild! It's completely separated from the actual RP, but that doesn't mean your characters don't know what's going on in it. Basically, it's a free-for-all. If I want Tseng to go and get plastered or adopt five children, then gosh darn it, I will DO it! D:< It's basically a place for our own characters to kick back, relax, and do what they want~ Without the skull-numbing brainhurt pressures of our actual RP there to influence them~ Not that they wooon't. *Chuckles* But! It's up for you to decide.
So, welcome to The Stilva! The Turks favorite bar by far in Midgar. ;D Don't hate ze rhymes, have some good times! What else would we build this here for? X3
Name created by PorcupineCuty! 8D Ain't it charmin'?! <333
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 8:21 pm
((Well, I suppose I shall break the ice and get going a small bit upon our little realm here. I'm kinda keeping it a bit laxed and a little closely related to our RP, given I'm uncertain of our limitations of freedom that we can express. So I suppose I shall go plain and simple for now and toy with my peeps ^_^))
Stilva...certainly was the place to be when you needed to relax and get away from it all. One could wander within and lose forget their worries at the door. Vice? Nah. The only vices one would find were brought by the local populace. Most, came to enjoy the good drink and let the hours pass.
Or...at least that was the normal routine. Cloud would've relished the constant normality had it not been for the obnoxious suit Cloud had mistakenly sat next to. One simple whiff from the air plagued his senses upon the overwhelming aroma that arose from the pissed fool next to him. He wanted nothing to do with the sap, however, the sap wanted everything to do with him. One simple look hinted to a possible connection with a highly profitable company. Or perhaps, one he once belong to. Cloud figured him to be some Shinra big wig who is down on his luck after the company's collapse. He was half right...
"Do you undersstand what I'm shaying? I was made back in the day. YUP! That Rofus! He ruined everything fur me! I mean I was A TURK! The most feared person...hic...on the planets! But then we had our YES SIR NO SIR shtuff that all got out of hand...My bhoss, Tsh..tsh...Thsengy, had him, at least I'm certain thats his name. Do you know his name? Nah you wouldn't. Only Shhinraa people know his name. But Tseng, he had shome big argument with the preshident and got all of ush in this messh."
"...Why is he still talking...?" It took every fiber within his being to stay his hand from coming across the slobbering, supposedly, ex-Turks face. He wouldn't mind the blabber of the imbecile had he not been half a foot away from his face. He could almost feel a slight muggy sensation crawling across his shoulder from where he believed an excess of saliva or spilled ale had fallen on him. The "Turk" remained oblivious to this development. Keeping to his own focus, Cloud kept his gaze forward towards the bar, counting off the bottles upon the shelf and hoping the drunk would lose interest. When he understood there was to be no end to the dilemma, Cloud began to count the strikes, hoping he would not reach the final strike.
"Ya knows....Now that I shinks of it...You look familishar. Shpikey hair...dark purplish bluish outfit...I KNOW YOU!!! Your that famoush pop shinger! I don't know your name but your definitely her." "...Strike one..." "Oh my ghod, you has to shing a shong. I'm a huge fans of all your shtuff." "...Two..." "Mans wait till the others hear bought thish. Ahlena ish gonna be sho jealous. Can I have your autographs mis..."
Before the sentence could seep out from his lips, he found himself upon the cold floor. Cloud's hand was raised to the side with his hand tightly clenched, the backside of his hand facing the point of impact. The Turk was sound asleep upon the canvas. The spectacle caught the attention of those nearby, however, their gaze drifted away just as fast as it had occurred. Such quarrels seemed to be common place within these walls. Cloud gently lowered his hand back upon the cool glass frame, and continued to mull himself within his own head, trying to ignore the cries of the other drunks as they carelessly tumbled over the unconscious corpse. Taking a small sip from the glass, Cloud cringed slightly upon the taste and set it back down upon the bar. He gestured with a small wave of his hand as he called down the bar. "Hey barkeep, mind if I get another lemonade? Mine seems to have been drugged with stupidity from the previous tenant of the seat next to me." "Don't blame ya. Want a little alcohol mixed in? "Nah...Just make it a pink one."
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:27 am
A woman leaned in front of the blonde Avalanche leader, her hazel eyes gleaming with curiosity behind dark rectangular glasses as she tilted her head, long strands of tawny hair spilling over the counter. Tilting her head further until it was almost completely parallel the countertop, she blinked innocently. “Funny. I was going to say pink probably wasn’t your color,” she mulled aloud. “But I take that back! I think it would look quite attractive on you.” She grinned and shoved a thumbs up next to her head—which was now righted as she leaned upon the counter, one leg atop a stool as the other’s toes rested lightly on the floor.
“Rikk,” reprimanded a man tiredly as he walked in, attire and foreign features immediately identifying him as the former leader of the Turks. “Don’t harass the Avalanchers.”
“Oh come on!” she wailed, pushing herself up to peer over the blonde’s head at her former boss. “It’s not like I’m saying anything bad! The man could use some taste in clothing! Look at what he’s WEARING!” She gestured wildly at the blonde. Tseng, for his part had no time to respond as another woman interrupted him.
“She’s causing no harm,” the earthy-haired woman intruded softly, amusement coloring her voice and resting in her pink irises as she glanced over the Avalanche member. “Come,” she invited the Wutain Turk.
“She wouldn’t listen either way,” a silver-haired male added on quietly, his vivid green eyes focused solely on a table in a back corner for which he headed after pausing to speak. With a soft chuckle, the golden woman with pink eyes walked with him for the table, a faint inclination of her head enough invitation for the Turk to follow them. Inhaling deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, the former Turk leader rubbed his temple before dropping his hand and moving over to join them. At the very least, some calm company was able to be kept in such an environment.
“I do believe that was a compliment from the General himself!” Rikk chimed brightly, grinning as she turned and sat on the counter, planting her boots solidly on the stool she had been kneeling on a moment prior. “So what brings the famous leader of Avalanche to the Turk’s spot anyway?” she asked the blonde. “Doncha guys have yer own bar to go to? Why here bud?”[I'm planning on RPing my characters as though they know everything that's happened in the storyline so far, plus that they know every one of MY other characters. Regardless of whether or not they've met, etc. However, for other people's characters, I'm going to depend on how they've interacted with those characters in the RP so far to play out their actions.
Follow my lead if you'd like. ^__^]
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 8:33 pm
Cloud's momentary silence was haltered by a rather chipper persona he had almost immediately associated belonging to the rambunctious Wutang princess. However, a small glance at the tawny hair tossing onto the counter top disavowed this assumption. Turning his head lightly he quickly took in the sight in its entirety actually surprised by what he saw. He had almost mistook the woman for a Turk, and twitched slightly, suspecting to have to defend himself. Though he was certain all quarrels with the Turks came to a halt upon the end of Sephiroth's original reign.
Following not far behind was none other than the Turk King himself, seemingly uninterested in the females attempted gestures. In tow behind him was another female, as well as Cloud's all to familiar "friend". This evening was getting better and better by the moment. Hopefully they didn't associate the drunken corpse on the floor to be caused by him. However, judging by their attitude, they may not pass much care for another at the time.
Cloud tussled a hand through his golden spikes, preparing himself for another interlude that would probably end just as soon as it began. "Got tired of the standard brew, figured it was time for a change. And if your that bothered by the apparel, I might have to go purchase a few of those dresses on the way in." He mused a small chuckle and downed the rest of the beverage. Gesturing towards the bartender, he motioned for something heavier. Having become a regular, the barkeep understood the notion and went to work.
"As for why I'm here, I suppose you could say I prefer a more, dangerous neighborhood. That and drinking with with the mammoth with a gun-arm almost always ends...disturbingly." Cloud skimmed his eyes over the woman once more, trying to figure her position amongst the rabble. "How bout yourself? You don't hold the disposition of a Turk though you certainly dress similar to them. What brings you here?"
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 10:07 am
Deep laughter came from the woman adorned in the modified Turk attire. Indeed she wore the clothes of their line, but apart from the tight black pants, the rest was casual to the max. Without a blazer to be seen, the white button-up was undone two buttons down, the sleeves completely torn off and fraying over lean deltoids. Suspenders were attached unnecessarily to her pants and the classic tie was instead wrapped tightly on her upper left arm.
A comfortably wide grin settled her lips as her mirth ended, and she slapped the blonde’s shoulder heavily. “Watch yourself, Spike. I may just hold ya to your word.” She winked at him and turned to glance over to the bartender. “Get me one of whatever he’s havin’, babe! Let’s sample his tastes. As fer your question, bud.” She turned her head back to the Avalanche leader. “You’re not far from the mark. Ex-Turk. An’ your humble enemy as well as theirs.” She nodded towards a man that had just entered, his attire casual, but the atmosphere around him and the blade at his waist clear signs that he was not the average male.
For the man’s part, his eyes widened as he spotted the ex-Turk upon the counter. “Rikk?” He moved hesitantly towards her, confused. “Why are you here?” Then he glanced to the blonde haired man and recognition again came to his eyes. “…Avalanche?” His eyes flew curiously to Rikk’s.
“Uhh…hey. I didn’t bring ‘im. HE came here ALL on his own.” She pointed to the man beside her dramatically. “An’ you got it, Aid.” A casual smile settled her lips and she shrugged. “Not theirs though.” She nodded towards the blonde. “The real Avalanche. But hey, back off. I don’t wanna start a fight. Leastways, not with you, Aid.”
The man looked oddly at her before closing his eyes and smiling. Once he opened them again, his face seemed genuinely warm. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Just… take care of yourself, kid.” He moved past her a little further down the bar but paused. “Oh!” Turning around he nodded. “And I’m glad to see you alive.”
“Ahhh, ya know I dun die easy, Aid,” she said warmly and grinned. “Go drink yerself stupid. Then we can properly hang out.” She clucked her tongue and winked at the man. The Gongagan male smiled and walked away. “An’ that was an uncomf’table situation,” she murmured lightly, looking after the male as he left. “Looks like my old pals are around if Adrian’s here. But hey!” She turned on the blonde and glared at him. “You weren’t supposed to get any freebies!” Lightly she batted at his shoulder before sighing loudly, clearly exaggerating the sound. “Jerkface. Stealin’ mah intelligencia!” She made a face at the man.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 11:02 am
Bout the only thing that could make this situation any more uncomfortable for Cloud would be if a drunken Yuffie was next to him. Come to think of it, he had never seen her drunk. Guess he figured she was half the time to begin with. But this woman, Rikk apparently was her name, certainly made up for the lack of company.
During the commotion of the new arrival Cloud took notice of the woman's drink sliding down the bar. Out of reflex, Cloud casually reached out and grasped it, quickly replacing his old one on the bar next to her. He began muttering to himself a bit but kept relatively quiet. "Christ...didn't realize the Avalanche was that popular. Though I suppose I'm a little bit outnumbered if the situation goes down hill. Don't think I've seen a friendly face in here since I came in...Well expect that lump on the floor. Guess I could use him as a human shield on the way out."
Cloud didn't even realize half his words became audible. Not that he cared since he didn't believe it would govern the situation much. Cloud tipped his head slightly towards her, mostly to get her attention. "By the way, mind informing me of whom that is?" Cloud nodded his head off in the direction of Adrian. If he was going to hang around, might as well learn the crowd. And it appeared that most these people knew one another. Or at least at face value to call one another by name.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 11:40 am
“We ain’t friendly?” Rikk raised her eyebrows and stared with open surprise at the blonde. After a moment a devious light flickered to life in her hazel eyes, a sly grin coming across her lips. “Or maybe you’re jus’ not too sociable, eh?”
She leaned forward, smiling, and rested her arms on her thighs, still watching the blonde. When he leaned slightly towards her, then asked about her old companion, her face became openly curious. “You sure ya wanna be digging into the past here now, friend?” Something glanced across her eyes quickly, her brows furrowing for only an instant. But then she shrugged and nodded.
“Adrian. Swordsman from Gongaga with none too happy a reputation there. One of the best Turks ever to bear the name.” She grinned comfortably as a sudden thought came to her. “Super gentlemanly, sweetest guy. Ridiculously shy—makes him a ton of fun to pick at. But he’s got more skill with a katana than any man I’ve ever seen.” She raised her brows suggestively at the blonde male, her lips a knowing smile. “Doesn’t show up too often though. Kinda like you.”
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:16 pm
"He's practically a hermit, aren't you, Adrian?" Of course, that wasn't really true...Rafe just liked to poke fun at his fellow OT...Particularly Adrian. The gunner walked forward, taking a seat at the bar, "Not a big deal though...At least he makes it out into the light often enough to come here...Which reminds me. Adrian, you still owe me a drink from when we had to come save your a**. I expect payment." However, since he ordered a drink at that moment, he clearly wasn't expecting it now - No, he was going to hold this over his friend for a while.
"Yeah, like he's never had to save yours before," Arina smirked, plopping down next to Rikk. The OT were known for getting into scrapes and pulling each other out. Surely, somewhere along there things would have evened out. She waved over at Tseng with a smile, before turning back to the former Turk. "Hey Rikk," She said, rather pleased to see a friendly face, even if it was one of an 'enemy'...At least she wasn't a total p***k....unlike someone else in the bar.
Cruze looked up with a smirk, almost sensing the thought directed at him. He sat in a booth, in a quiet corner of the bar, sipping his usual tea. Frankly, he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing here, but mostly blamed that damnable pair that seemed to want to pull puppet strings with him...It was usually one of their faults, or the other. Regardless, he was going to stick around as long as it kept him amused.
"Kadaj, do we really have to stay...? This place is a den of stupidity..." Of course, Yazoo's voice revealed the truth; he didnt' regard everyone in the bar as stupid...particularly not Kilik...But that didn't mean he didn't want to leave. Rikk alone was enough to annoy him...Not to mention that their other 'brother' was here...The blond just didn't fit in with the trio...No, he didn't trust cloud at all. He watched the other carefully out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to let him any closer to Kadaj...After all, their deaths had been Cloud's fault...At least in Yazoo's mind.
The child oddly didn't look out of place at all in the bar. "Master Second, the gangly silver one has a point...This is a place of fools,"Midori said, tilting her head slightly at Cruze, as if asking what reason any members of the proper AVALANCHE had to stay here.
"Well then we should work to add a few I.Q. Points back to it...Since I have the feeling we will be prevented from leaving..."Cruze sipped his tea again...He had a hunch.
With a sigh, Midori nodded, acknowledging the statement...At least she could keep an eye out for Touscon in here.
Deuce didn't see the problem. Why were there so many people who didn't want to be here? He thought it was...Interesting, at least. He stood off to the side, watching one of the Masters speak with B238 and the blond from the other AVALANCHE...He was peculiar. Very spikey-headed...Vaguely he wondered how the other man managed to get it to defy gravity like that...
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 7:45 pm
“Rafe!” the woman exclaimed with surprise, sitting up straighter and reaching out to clap the gunman on the shoulder merrily as he passed. “You people always turn up in crowds doncha? What, family reunion at our favorite place?” She grinned at the man, before sparing a wink at the ex-Soldier, current Turk woman that grabbed a seat beside her. “Hey yourself, sweet,” she purred and laughed. “You’re lookin’ quite pleased with yerself ever since we became bathroom buddies. Enjoyin’ the cleanliness a’ my mussy apartment? Or you just hopin’ to catch some moonlight this evenin’?” She elbowed Arina playfully in the arm and laughed.
She seemed to catch the woman’s train of thought though, because her eyes shot up to meet with that of her current boss’s and a dark, mischievous gleam entered them. But she turned her attention away from Cruze and Midori, though she did wink at Deuce and threw him a flirty smile. Gaya. That Raven was almost as much fun to tease as Adrian.
And speaking of Adrian, he was even more surprised at the entrance of the Rafe than Rikk had been. The shock was painted completely over his face before a small smile came across it in greeting. “Rafe,” he said happily. “It’s been too long.” But then his eyes widened as the man mentioned having to come after him in an abrupt rescue and his face promptly turned red. He laughed a little nervously and grasped his drink between both of his palms. “Ahhh…forgive me. I will make sure to repay you however you want, Rafe. You know that. I didn’t mean to be a trouble. But perhaps your life has gotten a little too smooth if you’re not used to such abrupt expeditions?” he said innocently, his face smiling.
On the part of another, there was only a twitch in response to his brother’s commentary. The youngest of the three glanced around irately and sighed with exasperation, throwing a glare to his tallest brother. “I don’t even know why we came here in the first place!” he hissed.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 8:28 pm
"Puppeteers, Kadaj. Puppeteers..." Cruze said without looking up from his tea. Of course he heard the youngest of the silvery trio's complaints- it was hard not to when he voiced them so loudly... "Which, believe it or not, is why you won't be leaving..." The AVALANCHEr didn't make it sound like a threat of any kind, but his tone did reveal his exasperation and slight irritation at the fact that he, too, was going to be sticking around longer than he would like.
Yazoo shut his eyes, groaning internally at Cruze's response.. Why was that always the case? Somehow he had the feeling something along those lines was going to be their answer...
Rafe cast a smirk to Rikk as she patted him, taking a gulp of his drink before responding to Adrian. "Too smooth? Ha. No such luck for me...However, you know I'm the kind of guy who likes to finish something when he starts it...Including drinks. That was just a sad waste of alcohol..."he retorted with a bit of a grin.
The Turk next to the former smiled a bit. "Yeah yeah. Though seriously Rikk, why in the name of Gaea do you take off the labels off your shampoo?! I still can't figure out what that berry one is..."Arina grumbled merrily, with the smirk still on her face, before adding, "I just thought some fresh air, good company, and some fresh drinks would make things a little more interesting."
Deuce watched Rikk smile at him after a wink. He blinked. How was he supposed to respond to that? The very concept of it confused him, even if it didn't show on his face. Instead, he found the only answer he could think logically to do was to nod slightly, hoping that would be a proper acknowledgment to the AVALANCHEr.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 7:31 am
Kadaj whirled on the voice that had spoken. Instantly recognizing the man as Avalanche’s Second-in-Command, he seemed a little calmer—besides practically bristling at what he next heard. He moved over to the booth the man sat at and firmly placed one palm on the table, his eyes narrowed. “…it’s them again?” he said slowly, his voice low enough so only perhaps Yazoo and a few others nearby could hear him. He said it heavily, pausing between each word to emphasize the fact that he wanted Cruze to be perfectly clear. At his side, his other fist was clenched tightly—he was dreading the answer.
Adrian nodded as Rafe spoke to him, the color in his face lessening as the other man came up with an appropriate explanation. “I was going to say perhaps you should quit on it, but,” he smiled sheepishly. “That’s practically a sin, I forgot. ‘You can take a Turk to water, but you can’t make him drink unless you tell him it’s vodka,’ am I right?” he said, quoting the old saying he remembered handing down to the other Turks when they’d joined over a decade ago now. How long it had been! It was a miracle he still remembered it. Then again, one did not forget. One did not ever even stop being a Turk. He might as well have stopped living.
With a warm shake of the head, he raised his own glass to his lips and looked over to the two women further down the counter, sitting quite comfortably beside the man that had to be Cloud Strife. Warm memories came back of that man. He remembered the day one of their own had come back telling the story of this cadet…training to be in Soldier. And how he was completely inept with a gun. That would have been Samantha and Rosalind’s complaints. The two girls would not have gotten over that one. So they knew. The original Turks from years before—they knew. Better than perhaps some of the new ones did today. His eyes rested on Arina for a moment before he caught himself and looked back to his drink.
“Seem to be getting lost in thought more often than I talk nowadays,” he said, slightly embarrassed. “Guess I’m not used to it, since Cissnei and you guys aren’t around much anymore.” He smiled sheepishly to Rafe.
“Ahhhh?” Rikk noted, grin widening as her eyes narrowed deviously. “Those shampoos happen to be MY personal concoctions! Ah~” she sighed happily and placed a hand over her heart, the other reaching out for the drink she knew Cloud had caught for her and bringing it to her chest as though embracing it. “In me childhood days! I used to do that aaaaall the time. Mixed up a buncha soaps and shampoos and made my own.” She smirked cattily. “Always made more bubbles that way in the tub.” She cackled to herself and then downed half her unknown drink without waiting to sample it.
“Ahhhhhh! WHY ARE YOU SO BEAUTIFUL, MY ALCOHOL!” she exclaimed and kissed the glass, laughing. “And seriously, Are,” she addressed Arina. “You want something fresh, try this sucker.” She handed over her glass to the female ex-Soldier and winked. “Spike here’s got some interesting tastes, ain’t he, Arina?” With that she hopped off the counter and straddled her stool abruptly, elbowing the blonde on her other side. “Hey bud,” she pestered Cloud. “Lemme in on the secret. What’s in it, hmm hmm?”[There. Ya wanted s'more attention, Cloudy? You gots it!]
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:23 am
Cruze smirked a bit, deciding only to nod, before saying "Those would be the ones." He had decided that the best way to deal with the parties in question was to simply ignore them as he did Rikk when she became too overbearing...Sooner or later, they would more than likely tire of him, and allow him to leave, but until then, his plans mostly involved continuing to enjoy his tea.
"Both you and your brother are welcome to join me until we're released from this den of..."He paused a minute, glanced across the room toward Rikk, and then turned his eyes back to Kadaj, "...Well, that."
Rafe grinned. "Precisely...And if it turns out it is Vodka, and that Turk happens to be me, It'll be a while before you can drag my unconscious body away," He added, for a little bit of flare. It was true; Rafe had always a fairly high tolerance for Alcohol...But, if he did finally hit that last drop needed to push him over the edge, he passed out and slept like the dead.
He watched Adrian carefully for a moment, as the other OT seemed to drift off in thought. "Adrian, you've never talked more than you though. This is not a new thing,"he said, smirking at the statement. Adrian had always been a little on the quiet side. Then he thought to add, "...And it's not that we're not around, you just leave too damn early. I'm in here more often than you'd think."
"Well that explains the lack of labels...But hey, good work in that case. My hair feels great right now,"Arina replied, happily running a hand through her bangs. Of course, when Rikk offered the glass, she eyed it a little carefully. "No way, not until I know what's in it..." True, Arina's tolerance for Alcohol was...well, inhuman, but some habits of a normal life tended to hang around; being careful about what she drank was just one of those things.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 9:22 pm
Kadaj decided not to risk the glance. A muted grinding noise whispered just above the lowest octave audible to human ears. The clenched hand trembled at the young man’s side before loosening suddenly. With a close-lipped noise, the silver haired remnant nodded curtly to the Second of the terrorist cell Avalanche and took him up on his invitation. As though cautious of any future trivialities that might draw him into a bastardizing fit of alcohol-inspired raucousness, he took the location furthest from the crowded bar.
Now in the shadowed corner of the booth belonging solely to Cruze, the man seemed to relax slightly. His vivid green eyes smoldered to a darker hue almost at the remnant’s will. Only once he felt better concealed from the stupidity-insidious attentions of the other customers did he glance across the room to the ruckus that his inadvertent ally had used to drawn quite clear his example. An unfamiliar bunch met his eyes, one woman in particular the cause of more commotion than he could stomach. He grimaced. “The forewarning is appreciated,” he said lowly, a pained note to his words. Being in this hell might actually drive the man to drink for the first time in his life. On that note, he could tell firsthand experience when he saw it. “Traitor?” he said dully, the same woman in question. Why not? What other things were there to b***h on about? So far, he begrudgingly felt grateful there were few.
Adrian laughed well enough as his old companion agreed with him on the age-old Turk line. There were a hundred others like them, some more true than others certainly, but whether or not they applied, they were definitely used. And with most of them came humor. In Rafe’s case, of course the truth made the joke all the more laughter provoking, and as Adrian laughed along with him, he knew that the same was almost true for himself. He drank as much as the rest of them…once they got him to drink that was.
Adrian was notoriously a lightweight when it came to drinks. A few of the Turks’ personal concoctions could lay him out sick for a week and dang near give him amnesia if he took a swig of them at full strength. Shameful, perhaps for a Turk, but he actually had to water down his alcohol at points because he knew he couldn’t stomach it otherwise. And that was meant quite literally.
The road was a simple and predictable one: alcohol leads to drunkenness, leads to loud displays of affection and completely out of character nonsense, leads to eventual singing, laughing, and frequently vomiting (depending on the amount). Last of all, unconsciousness follows, either to the relief or disappointment of his comrades, depending on the situation and how much of a mess he made during the hours of inebriation. Part of him thanked the kind Lifestream for giving him no account of these memories, while part of him crumbled in shame at the things his companions might have left out out of sympathy.
“Is that how you see it?” he laughed nervously at Rafe’s last statement. “I always thought of it as avoiding potential embarrassment and trouble.” He scratched his chin lightly, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Well the brat ain’t talkin’,” she sighed and dropped the drink with a loud clang onto the counter, miraculously not spilling it. “And yer welcome,” she grinned smugly. “Now why don’t you and I have a little talk, sweetheart? Cause I can use some girly time.” She huffed, blowing a long strand of tawny hair from out of her face, a lopsided grin settling her lips. She swiveled on her stool to face Arina and bumped an elbow up atop the counter, leaning forward with a playful gleam in her eyes. It wasn’t hard to see she was getting bored out of her wits. Any second now she was either going to hijack the counter or the speaker system. Breaking people with the perfect alcoholic concoctions, or creating a makeshift dance floor? By the end of the night, probabilities of both happening were high. But if neither of those were going to unfold now, she could always start a brawl. Now that was always fun. The grin on her lips widened subtly at the pleasant warmth that brought to her stomach.
“Are,” she asked abruptly, flat out. “I can tell no one’s caught your sights here yet.” An open smile and the raising of both brows. “Your somebody ain’t here, huh?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:34 pm
Yazoo slipped into the booth next to his brother. Unlike the trio's youngest, he did allow his eyes to sweep to the side, taking in the scene Cruze gestured to...Rikk was obviously his target. The woman really was beyond words...at least, ones that could be used in as tenuous a polite conversation as they seemed to have going with the second.
He chose to remain silent as his brother briefly questioned the other, only dully interested in the conversation...but at least this corner contained some granule of sanity.
Cruze didn't make eye contact with either of the remnants at the one word question, but simply let out a little sigh, and smirked a bit. "Something like that..."he replied simply seeming to think that was answer enough.
"And what about you two? You seem to have quite enough indecision in your lives to fill a book or so..."he said glancing up, and meeting eyes with one, then the other in turn. Perhaps remnants would have some suitable conversation.
"Avoiding embarrassment, maybe. But Trouble? Adrian. Please...Trouble is attracted to Turks like...Hell. Like that one over there and crappy mother figures,"Said Rafe, with a gesture over his shoulder to Yazoo. Quickly however, he gave a sidelong glance to Kilik and added, "Er...No offense, lady." Rafe sincerely hoped that the woman wouldn't take it the wrong way...Mostly because he suspected she was a more than she seemed under that golden exterior.
He thought a minute, before taking another swig of his drink. "Besides; if you spend your life trying to avoid any situation that might bring a little blush to your cheeks, you're going to be spending a lot of time alone," Pointed out the gunner, thinking to himself that it was really a crappy excuse for Adrian to be using...After all, he liked poking fun at the man...That was hard to do when he wasn't there.
"Sweetheart? Rikk, how much have you had to drink today?" Arina grinned just a bit. She didn't mind friendly name, but it was fun to poke at the AVALANCHEr a bit. "...Well, anyway, lets get going with the girly time then,"She added almost as an after thought, wondering what it was that the other had in mind.
As the other placed her elbow decidedly, Arina couldn't help but wonder if the look she had in her eyes was simply significant of a friendly sparkle, or if the spritely glimmer had something slightly more mischievous behind it...Of course, as soon as Rikk actually asked the question, the Turk knew what the answer to that question was.
"...Okay, here's the line, and there's 'Not-your-business' territory. Guess where you're hanging out now, Rikk?" She said, with a quirked eyebrow. She turned slightly away from the AVALANCHEr, and took a sip of her drink, setting it down before she added, "...besides; You're completely off. I haven't got my 'sights' on anyone." Rikk made it sound like a competitive sport.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:09 pm
If there was no need to take the topic further, the silver haired boy would not push. The very thought of more dramatic conglomerates being presented him well in eye-view was atrocious. As it was, the Second took the dismissive close to the subject as an open invitation to stab at their fitfully problematic issues, and Kadaj narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose in a sneer. It was not directed at the man himself, but rather the topic of choice, one he would rather leave buried, but….
“Indecision, Cruze?” the words were spoken clearly, low and too sweet. The youngest of the brothers smirked darkly and his eyes drew resentful lines in the air as they watched the Second’s face without deviation. “I believe that topic is better directed at another,” he remarked with sharpness in his words. Without effort his gaze turned to his brother’s face, but the next moment he turned his head away with a snort and there was subtle anger in his words. “No, indecision doesn’t even apply to him or Loz. It’s a different sort of puppetry that we’re at the service of. Unfortunately,” his voice ran an octave lower, his gaze one no longer of aggression, but mutual understanding as it glanced to Yazoo, then met again with the Second-in-Command of Avalanche. “This is one we are born unable to break the bonds of with ease, and without outside aid. That is one thing I can commend your organization for.” Abruptly a dull expression of relaxation began to flicker over his face, smoothing out the lines of interest in the subject until only a cousin of peace remained. “Your puppets are whole and without flaw. In that respect, you are kinder than Jenova, or the beast-woman.” It was an odd, a rare compliment—for Kadaj did not praise. Little, if anything, deserved it.
Adrian laughed awkwardly and gently leaned away from the counter, his hand now moving to rub his elbow nervously. “That doesn’t mean we have to encourage it, do we, Rafe?” But his companion had already diverted from his first comment to an explanation, head and words directed at one of the silver-haired men, and then turning—shockingly—on a woman Adrian suddenly recognized as the Vriegovm heir that used to work hand-in-hand with ShinRa Inc. many years past. His slate purple-blue eyes widened in shock and his lips broke over his teeth in mortification. “R-Rafe! Y-you…!” He shook and grasped the arm of his companion, and his touch was surprisingly gentle for how the hand trembled. “D-do you not recognize that woman! Young Miss Vriegovm who owned the Vriegovm Genetics Corporation years back after her parents’ deaths! You called her…!”
However, the OT should not have worried, for almost as though innately having known the situation before Rafe ever addressed her with apology, the flushed pink eyes had shifted gently from the murmured conversation at her table and took in the two male Turks. Gently, like water flowing onto the calm sandy shores, a smile washed over her lips. “Feel free,” came the response, warm like Costa’s sun in the setting hours, and then she turned her attention again to the words spoken under the perception of the general public by Sephiroth to Tseng.
The Gongagan Turk let out a shuddering exhalation of breath as the woman seemed to take no offense and dropped his hand from Rafe’s arm. Sweat had almost broken out on his brow as he had noticed too the company she was with, and now his head dropped into a hand. Rafe…you, Samantha, and St. Andrew were always the ones to come closest to the death of me, he thought with gentle misery and tender attachment. As his friend continued to speak, he lifted his head, an enduring smile on his face as he painfully made an effort to put the (somehow—miraculously!) casual episode behind him. But as Rafe finished the sentence, the Turk—almost as though by predestination—blushed a deep red.
“R-Rafe,” he moaned embarrassedly, clapping a hand softly over his face as though it would do to hide the flush there. And then he closed his eyes and, with an effort, dropped his hand and placed it on his friend’s shoulder. “You’re right, Rafe. Let me know how I can make it up to you, and I’ll do my best to start right now. You’ll let me know when I’ve begun to put a dent in all the time we haven’t seen each other, I trust?” He smiled, but it was shaky, for he knew that he had put himself in the hands of one of the three worst abusers of his own tendencies. And now…he was most certainly going to be paying for it…in ways he unfortunately had no trouble imagining. But nonetheless, his smile grew stronger, and he would face whatever his former co-worker could throw his way. Didn’t he always? That was what got him in trouble all those times in the first place! But Rafe was right. Every time, it was worth it. And that was why, every time again and to come, it would still be worth it.
“But, uhmmm…Rafe?” he meekly put in, a small sweat-drop forming above one brow. “Don’t hit me with your best shot just yet?” he beseeched nervously. “I’d…like to stay conscious….” He laughed apprehensively. “At, at least for a bit longer.”
“Actually not that much,” the former Turk said, swiveling around with unquestioned smoothness to peek into the glass that sat forgotten on the counter. Grabbing it, she lifted it to her mouth and without a thought, chugged down the rest of it, cracking it down solidly on the counter afterwards and heaving a huge sigh. “Ahhhhhh that was fillin’! Tastes like ya’ve got eggs in there, Po-dan,” she grinned at the bartender, leaving him with a wink as she turned back to Arina, only to be hit with another fence of obstacles. “What!” she exclaimed as the Turk outlined the boundaries of fair-inquiry. “But that goes all against tha girl-ta-girl barrier! Namely, THERE BEIN’ NONE!” Her face had the distinct pout of disappointment found in a lover being denied a piece of sweets they knew innately they had every right to.
After all, the reason Rikk made it sound like a competitive sport, was because that’s exactly what it was!
However when Arina changed the topic to having no interests currently, Rikk’s expression changed immediately to one of intrigue. “What, no one? None? Not a soul? Not even an aching, hot piece of meat waitin’ ta be brought outta its always unnecessary an’ way too tight confines?” She sat back and shook her head. “Oh, Are, Are~ Ya’ve got quite tha life there, Are. No man ta please and likewise none ta please ya. What do ya do in yer spare time then?! An’ I’ve gotta ask.” Abruptly the woman leaned in closer to Arina until an inch separated their faces, and Rikk’s raised brows and steady eyes were gazing into the metallic blue of hers. “If I paid ya, an’ asked ya to come back to my place with me….
“…would ya PLEASE let me dress ya up and take ya raving with me?!” She grinned brilliantly, squeezing the woman’s knee and hand with both her own. “I’d pick up Yuna and we three would have the TIME of our LIVES! Plus I know this GREAT place, hard as DiG ta find, an’ the floor, tha music! Tha very people there are BANGIN’ hot and wild! My friend, it is an experience to be had,” she nodded serenely.
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