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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 22, 2010 7:27:46 GMT -5
"Hmm, that would depend. What kind of work do you intend to do?" He looked at him with a slight look of skepticism.
((Sorry its short but im in a rush >.< ))
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Post by michimoro on Jul 22, 2010 9:52:26 GMT -5
Gram tapped a finger against the side of his beer bottle while he thought about how exactly he should word his answer. He didn’t want to give too much information away, but, he would still need to say enough…
In the end, he settled for, “I was once a bio-mechanical engineer... But, now, I fix things… Does not matter what. As long as I get paid, I figure out way.”
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Post by darkreaper666 on Jul 22, 2010 12:57:47 GMT -5
Elstan was getting bored when she saw a fight break out. This is more like it she thought to herself when she saw weapons. She drew her sword and got herself into the fight dodging the the mens attacks with ease. When the saw her eyes they screamed. "Elstan Shadow?" one asked his voice trembling. She winked. "You got it." she said and pireced his heart. Blood spewed out everywhere and a few screamed and left. The other fighter left too fearing for his life. She had blood on her clothes and her hands but thats what the messy job of a SOLDIER was about. Well ex SOLDIER for her now.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 22, 2010 13:45:21 GMT -5
"Well...I dont know anyone personally...but I bet Shinras worth a good look around..." Thats all he knew anyway. "My father was a scientist back in the day..." He shook it off though. He wasnt in any mood to talk about Zoru.
He saw the fight break out. He knew Elstan had it covered so he didnt bother. "Wanna go to my place and clean some of that off? The red clashes with your oh so beautiful complexion." Trever said to her. "That and you smell like a dog. Which also doesnt suit you too well." He walked up to her and got a little close, but not too much.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 22, 2010 13:49:32 GMT -5
"ShinRa and I have a history... One that I'd rather not—“
Anything else he was about to say was interrupted when the fighting broke out.
Gram heaved a sigh. He was looking forward to a quiet night, and he thought that the homely atmosphere of 7th Heaven would provide just that.
However, Lady Luck was not his mistress tonight.
Just when he was about to consider the option of leaving for the night, the gurgling scream of a dying man caught his attention. With a speed he didn’t know his crippled leg could still facilitate, Gram rushed to the side of the dying man. After assessing the injury, Gram then reached into the pocket of his gray overcoat and pulled out a materia that glowed bright yellow in the bar’s dim lighting. Pulling back the sleeve of his left arm to reveal a Rune Bangle, Gram quickly slotted the materia. He then knelt over the fallen man, placing his right hand at the man’s neck, while he pressed his left into the wound.
Gram then closed his eyes and concentrated.
Calling forth the power of his equipped Enemy Skill, Gram shifted through the spells he had learned in his childhood. Soon, he found on the one he wanted. He pulled at that spell, drawing it to manifest. Voices whispered like tittering angels in the back of his mind, causing Gram to feel uncomfortably lightheaded.
Trying to ignore the sensation, Gram pressed on as will-o-wips of green mako flickered into existence and floated around the two like pyreflies.
((Enemy Skill: Angel Whisper - Revives and fully heals one ally. ))
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Post by forsaken on Jul 25, 2010 5:18:11 GMT -5
Ningyo stood in the night air, still thinking about everything the two had talked about and what the younger one said to him. "well then theres only one thing to do.. lets hope he hasnt left yet" ningyo truned and started to walkback in to the bar, and as he did he he whispered "kenta" as he pulled out his black katana. "Chi" he said as he pulled out his white katana " its time to fight".
as he walked through the door, ningyo could tell there had been a fighting going on and the older man from before was there trying to heal one of the men. NIngyo didn't care for that, he kept searching unilt he found the man that he talked to outside. he passed though the crowed and stood three feet away form the man, and pointed the tip of his black katana at him.
" well cry baby, ii'm ready to mess with the wolf. so now lets see if can do anything then just crying." he said in his dull voice.
(OOC: thats right i'm finally back XD)
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 25, 2010 21:54:52 GMT -5
"Go away."
((Bleh...worst post ever but at least its somethin))
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Post by fricco on Jul 26, 2010 1:04:00 GMT -5
Cicero approached 7th Heaven, intending to get a few drinks before heading to his lover’s apartment for the evening. It was getting very late, and if he timed things right, Elliot would be fast asleep in bed by the time Cicero joined him. Although Elliot made for a good meal-ticket, his clingy habits were starting to become more trouble than it was worth—and was something that Cicero did not want to deal with tonight.
Cicero had first met Elliot during the LOVELESS Afterparty that was held following the premiere their first performance at the new theatre in Edge. The director has introduced Elliot a benefactor of the theatre, and in their following conversation, Cicero discovered that Elliot worked as a curator. Having downed a few drinks, Cicero found that Elliot was also a very talkative man. In his merriment, Elliot went on to tell Cicero that LOVELESS has been among his favorite works of poetry and that he was impressed by Fricco’s performance as the Prisoner—Fricco being the name that Cicero had started using when he joined Edge Production Company.
Not one to pass a potential mark, Fricco humored the older man. They spent the evening talking while Cicero fished for advantageous information.
As a curator for both museums and wealthy clients, Elliot made a good chunk of gill for his efforts. So much so that he owned a penthouse apartment in Edge, as well as a condo in Costa Del Sol. Cicero learned that Elliot one of those successful artsy types that loved to taste exotic wines while he rubbed elbows with Gaia’s social elite. Cicero also learned that Elliot had been in a long-term relationship before he lost his lover to Geostigma.
Cicero played the sympathetic ear, quoting the comforting words he’d heard others give to people in their time of loss. Elliot was receptive of those words, conveniently so.
And soon, Cicero found himself the center of Elliot’s amorous attention.
When he started receiving little gifts from Elliot, he did not initially understand why. Sure, he spent much of his young life around men of a certain persuasion—both among Mukki’s collection of bodybuilding friends as well as those who were imprisoned in Corel–but he’d never been the target of such affection.
Therefore, Cicero had thought that the relationship he was forming with Elliot was one of friendship and that such gifts were tokens of such. After all, Elliot was philanthropist who always threw money toward those who needed it more than he did.
That was, until Elliot asked Cicero to move in with him.
It was then that Cicero started to speculate that he had misjudged the situation at hand.
Despite the amount of time they’d spent together—from visiting art shows to late night dinners to light touches on his person—Cicero had never realized that Elliot was in love with him. At least, he wondered if love the reason behind Elliot’s actions. He could not say for sure, since he’d never been in love himself.
Regardless, Elliot had a very large apartment with a score of amenities that Cicero did not have in his own home. As a curator, Elliot also traveled frequently. In fact, he wanted to take Cicero on his next trip to Costa Del Sol. In the end, the young actor accepted the invitation and moved in with Elliot. Things had gone well enough, from there. Cicero had a place to stay as well as money to burn. Living with the man was an acceptable price to pay for the perks he received as the man’s lover. Yet, such a comfortable lifestyle was starting to get very boring—almost as boring as Elliot himself.
Perhaps it was time to a change of pace…
Stepping into 7th Heaven, Cicero froze in his footsteps.
Spread out before him was the aftermath of what was obviously a bar fight. Broken furniture was strewn about and blood pooled on the floor. In the center, he could see a middle aged man kneeling over the body of a dying man while casting what looked to be a restorative spell. Not far from there, he could see the figure of a young woman with long, silver hair and large sword in hand. Another pair of men looked as though they were about to enter a fight.
Cicero slightly tilted his head, watching the scene before him with a rather bland expression.
He had wanted a change of pace, sure, but this was certainly not something the young actor expected to find tonight…
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Post by michimoro on Jul 26, 2010 13:41:45 GMT -5
((This Sexy Party is still lacking in Sexy. We need womens, so get your pansy ass outta here, Fricco. ))
Gram heaved a sigh at return of the man who seemed to only want to fight. This was getting really old, really fast.
At any rate...
Seeing that the injured man was recovered enough to at least make it to the hospital, Gram left the man to the care of his friends.
Gram them made his way to the restroom to wash the blood from his hands.
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Post by forsaken on Jul 26, 2010 19:59:33 GMT -5
Ningyo heard the man say go away and laughed . " so you talk a big talk but when its time for action you run in fear, just another emotion getting in the way of you, so this is what is going to happen, you get rid of your emotions and shw me your true power, or" he pointed his sword at elstan. " i get rid of what i can assume is the girl your crying over."
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 27, 2010 2:09:54 GMT -5
Trever sighed. "Youre messing with the wrong guy, asshole." Trever stood up but didnt turn to him immediately. "Dont say I didnt fuckin warn you." He turned and ducked under the sword the man had at his back, grabbed that same arm, turned around again, and threw the stranger over his shoulder and right onto the counter that cracked on impact. "What the fuck are ya doing pointing your sword at an unarmed man and a woman? And with that you call me a coward? Bitch, please." Trever took off his wife beater and then pounded on his bear chest. "You gonna fight me with those sticks or are ya gonna fight like a real man?" Trever pounded his fist into his other hand and cracked his neck. "Well? Your not just gonna sit there like a lump are ya? Or did you actually come to your sences and realise you made the biggest fuckin mistake of your life?"
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Post by forsaken on Jul 27, 2010 9:59:31 GMT -5
ningyo was caught off gaurd byt the mans speed, and felt the pain of hitting the counter, and as he laid there and heard the man ask about him coming to his senses. he just laughed. " anger is another emotion, that holds you back. it coulds your mind." he said as he got back up. pointning his sword back at the man he said " is that all you got cry baby." right as he asid that he flung his sword at the man.
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Post by Marlene Wallace on Sept 11, 2010 22:01:13 GMT -5
{{{(dear God you've all been busy! I'd love to join in but I'm uncomfortable as far as who is active and who isn't. Also, is there a Denzel & a Cloud present in this at all? I'm sure Tifa could join in soon enough but there are some major gaps as far as,... quite frankly the owners and who actually lives in the bar. If anyone cares to give me a brief run down, then I'd be gratefull. If not here, then I'll be more than willing to accept any pm's. Thank you)}}
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Post by michimoro on Sept 11, 2010 22:26:04 GMT -5
(( Yo yo. We really do need the owners, lol! I think there's a Cloud and Tifa about... Somewhere... But I haven't seen a Denzel or Marlene. Though... I'm somewhat kinna newish... ))
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Post by Marlene Wallace on Sept 11, 2010 22:29:02 GMT -5
((lol, it's fine. I've been Marlene ever since 2007, but with the character bio's and other rules, I was never here when that was put into effect. So it's like I'm learning it all over again myself.))
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