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Post by Admin on Nov 21, 2008 10:27:54 GMT -6
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Post by Narrator on Nov 21, 2008 10:33:09 GMT -6
The smells of fresh pastries, coffee, paper and ink flood the damp air as patrons exit the shop. Contented with their books and coffee in hand as they stroll humming in the rain to their cars. The place looks inviting and is a warm place to hide out for a while.
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Post by Zypheron on Nov 21, 2008 10:50:53 GMT -6
At a tiny table over looking the street next to the window a man sits with his book reading quietly as the rain runs down the store windows before him. He looks uneasy as he fidgets with the pages clearly board with his reading. He muses the words of the text as it says nothing that he is looking for, still he searches its pages for some clue to what he seeks hidden within. His bright eyes say that there is more to him that he cares to let on and the book he searches looks like it is not from the latest editions that fill the stores of the book shop.
His pale skin and smart clothes denote his refinement... yet he looks very sad... and lonely as he fumbles the tome in his... claws? Well manicured claws none the less. He is remarkably different from the others as he hides in plain sight. His visage is clearly of a different era, but by nature somehow he looks like he belongs to this world, though to the trained eye, he clearly is not.
Still the others do not give him a second glance, not even the woman sitting at the table beside him questions his appearance. The only exception for the occasional complementary remark of his handsome features and flowing locks, they go about their business as if nothing is amiss.
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Post by Angeni on Nov 25, 2008 22:05:33 GMT -6
Angeni easily pulls open the door to the bookstore one handed. Her other is still holding Bardiel's. She relaxes a little, rolling her neck and shoulders as she draws him inside and heads for a pair of comfortable looking chairs well away from the windows.
"We'll be safe here. It's neutral ground... as much as anywhere can be." Angeni flashes a smile at him as she lets go of his hand to settle herself cross-legged in her chair.
"So you want my story? Sit down and grow wiser by my words." She says and waits for Bardiel to settle himself with her head canted to one side and her sunshine bright smile still warming up her eyes.
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Post by Bardiel on Nov 29, 2008 6:18:36 GMT -6
Bardiel blinks as he makes the transition from the open air into the confines of the bookstore. Silently he glides after Angeni while tracing her silhouette with his minds eye. Dimly he is aware of her relaxing, and unconsciously flinched when she sat down, thoughts of rabbits running down their own warrens into snares tugging at his mind.
Quickly concealing his alertness, Bardiel took the seat opposite to Angeni. He made sure to make a show of sitting in exactly the same way as her, so that they mirrored each other across the small table.
"This is a good place for telling stories." Bardiel couldn't help but let a strained smile escape from his whisper as he sat in wrapped attention.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 7, 2008 11:26:12 GMT -6
A very young waitress saunters by looking intent to ask if the duo would like some refreshment. She stops beside Bardiel and smiles, "Welcome to the bookstore *slash cafe *slash coolest place in town... I'm Haliey, I'll be your server, so do you know what you want or will you need a menu?" She asks in a very cute voice giving away her tender age and a twinkle in her soft eye.
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Post by Angeni on Dec 12, 2008 13:36:30 GMT -6
Angeni shakes her head a little, pausing to make sure her illusions on Bardiel are still firmly in place.
"Just water for me, please. I ate earlier. How about you? Do you want something? My treat." She smiles at both Bardiel and the server and settles more comfortably in her chair.
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Post by Bardiel on Dec 17, 2008 6:00:30 GMT -6
Bardiel gives the waitress the once over from the corner of his eye. He has to physically restrain himself from standing, fearing that should the waitress lunge, he would be caught sitting down.
Instead he smiles at Angeni’s offer, “Thank you very much”. To the waitress he nods, “Would it trouble you, Haliey, awfully to bring me the most expensive drink on the menu?” He tries hard to make his voice sound friendly but it comes out dry and rough, like the words were made of sandpaper.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 23, 2008 11:54:59 GMT -6
Haliey looks to Bardiel with a quirk to her eyebrow. "M'k... a icewater, and a Veses size Carmel Moca latte with whip and extra shot? Is that what you would like... sir?" she asks looking at him with a sparkle in her eye.
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Post by Zypheron on Dec 23, 2008 12:05:28 GMT -6
From behind the waitress, a familiar voice raises like a cloud of a whisper over the establishment and fills the ears of the two at the table.
"Well, well, well. Look at what the Fox has dragged in today. Pray tell Angeni, just what sort of game do you play at these days." The -man- says standing a few feet away as he is leaning on a key shaped cane. He brushes lint away, tiny bits no one else could see, off from his vintage coat with his dark claws as he looks up at the Kitsune woman with wonder in his violet eyes.
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Post by Bardiel on Jan 2, 2009 8:18:45 GMT -6
The sound of Bardiel’s chair legs scuffing a short distance across the floor is innocently disguised by the multitude of noises wafting through the bookstore. He lounges over the wooden frame, not unlike a very tall scarecrow simply thrown into the seat. Surprising himself, one illusionary absent wing half opens, a flimsy barrier between Angeni and the snaking voice.
Bardiel nods at the waitress, exhaustion and frustration leaking into his voice. “Yes please Haliey, if you would hurry to prepare it that would be greatly appreciated.” Bardiel’s silently calculating eyes looking straight through her.
He could feel his heart beat painfully against his chest and wondered vaguely if the distracting voice would simply go away on its own. Or, for the sake of a story, he would have to make it go away.
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Post by Angeni on Jan 2, 2009 13:34:24 GMT -6
Angeni smiles at the little server, but it's strained as she looks from Bardiel to Zypheron and slowly weaves her illusions tighter and surer.
"We're very thirsty, Haliey. Please go on." And then she turns back to Bardiel, studiously ignoring Zypheron although her shoulder are tight and her movements too quick and jerky.
"I owe you a story and I'll hold to it. But, please, if he pushes let me handle it." She says using illusion to hide the soft murmur of voice from the devil only a few feet away.
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Post by Narrator on Jan 18, 2009 12:31:16 GMT -6
The waitress winks and nods. "Right away ma'am... sir." She says as she spins on one foot and bounces to the coffee bar.
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Post by Zypheron on Jan 18, 2009 13:57:28 GMT -6
The well dressed devil takes stock of the two at the table. His form leaning against the chair back at the table beside theirs as he smiles to Angeni. "Ah yes do tell us a tale love, I do enjoy such a smart tale of intrigue and mystery...."
Without warning he appears seated beside Bardiel as he leans on his key with his chin resting on the crown crest.
"Or will it be a tale of comedy and tragedy? Not too far off from my own tale is it not? What do you wish to hear my fragrant, filthy and feathered friend?"
A echoing laugh floats around as the Devil appears again standing behind Angeni looking snobish and regal leaning on his cane in an aristocratic pose as he looks from the corner of his eye at Bardiel.
"No... I would wager you would rather want to hear of salvation and redemption for one of your state... Buy your way back to the good graces of the host? Eh?"
He says with a sneer on his fair features. He leans over Angeni's shoulder and his violet eyes glow with evil. "Or can it be? Surprise us with that of a more simple and obtainable story for one of your predicament... where you may find a large bar of soap and a handsome tailor? Hummm?"
He taunts with a smirk and a jovial chuckle as he looks to Angeni with ulterior motives behind his playful natured jest.
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Post by Bardiel on Jan 20, 2009 7:34:37 GMT -6
The tall fallen rolls his head, rocking it back and forward between his shoulders. The gesture was a poor attempt at a nod and would have done little to comfort Angeni in Bardiel’s obedience.
The devil’s ridicule rolls off the gangly fallen in rivulets of contempt turned sour. Bardiel struggles for the briefest moment in choosing whether to rise to the strangers bait or not. Deciding to oblige Angeni for the time being he unwinds once again and smiles childishly at the uninvited guest. “I certainly wouldn’t want to hear a story of you finding a large bar of soap. Considering the awkward company you devils have been known to keep.”
Clapping his hands together at his own gibe, Bardiel barley suppresses a bout of bubbly laughter. Catching himself looking to Angeni for approval, he quickly sobers. As a consequence the pain on his chest had returned with a vengeance. His humor now bitter Bardiel returned to analyzing his potential opponent. Still, the demons pompous dress and flamboyant attitude left a small grin tugging at the edges of his mouth.
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Post by Angeni on Jan 20, 2009 15:57:13 GMT -6
Angeni turns to look at Zypheron leaning over her shoulder and says very softly.
"Hello Gatekeeper, I'm surprised to see you out of your hole. But I must disagree with the fallen, I think you should seek the acquaintance of a very large bar of soap and a toothbrush. Now, if you don't mind this is a private party." Though Angeni remains sitting in her chair and is only looking at Zypheron in mild annoyance, both fallen and devil can hear a very faint warning growl slowly rising.
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Post by Narrator on Jan 26, 2009 11:44:42 GMT -6
The waitress returns to see everyone glaring at oneanother. "Uh... here you go..." she says placing the order on the table. "Your bottled water with ice and Veses size Carmel Moca latte with whip and extra shot as ordered... that will be $10.00 please." Haliey says trying to look natural and not fidget from the agitation that flares about her.
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Post by Bardiel on Jan 28, 2009 7:22:42 GMT -6
An inkling of understanding plastered Bardiel’s face. He recognized the devil now, only one could ever hold his title. Again the gleeful laughter of metallic imps fill his ears.
Anigeni’s warning sent a familiar shiver of static down his spine, the disturbing feeling that he knew her returned, chased away by natural suspicion. As if noticing the woman for the first time the damaged fallen’s small smile quirks then dies.
Even sitting down he seemed to be high above the other two. With his head cocked to one side and the wide intensity in his eyes, the feathery haired Bardiel gave the impression of a huge owl, patiently waiting to decide what it would rather eat tonight.
He takes the large cup to his hand and greedily drains it, the steaming contents passing unnoticed down his throat. Setting the cup back down on the table the fallen scrutinizes over the other two from across the small expanse of synthesized wood.
They clearly knew each other and from their tone had a disagreement of interests. But Bardiel wondered which, if any, had his best interests in mind. Or whose interests he could use to further his own.
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Post by Zypheron on Jan 28, 2009 10:27:48 GMT -6
The Devil's face becomes gaunt with a flash of a frown then stretches into a grin of smug aristocratic superiority. His pointed teeth showing in full glory as his lithe form snaps back to stand. In the blink of an eye he is standing behind Haliey and places his hand softly on her shoulder.
"There you are my dear, this should cover your tab, and a little something for your trouble my sweet girl." the devil's claws place a wad of cash in her hand with a gentle caress.
"I am ever so curious My dear Angeni..." He coyly places an arm around the waitress and draws her close to him as he speaks, "What has your dear sister been up to these days? Has she reconsidered our business arrangement... found some more suitable candidate, so that I may be free of her wretched task and this cursed key? Tell me, again why I was the lucky candidate for the job? This one is crude though... I wonder... the position always did wonders for my sunny disposition. "
Zypheron holds the key up to view Bardiel and it together as he studies the angle like a movie director angeling for the perfect shot. "With some sprinkling of chain and deepen that frown with the burden of an unwanted servitude of collecting and converting the damned... He would make a charming addition to her majesties' employ, and the key looks smart with him, don't you agree? Despite his recently ostracized, vagrant, fallen motif even."
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Post by Angeni on Feb 3, 2009 1:23:49 GMT -6
Angeni's growl grows just a little louder as Zypheron wraps an arm around Haliey. But she stops looking pained as he brings up her sister. The woman looks down at her water and sighs.
"You never were very good at paying attention to anyone but yourself, Zypheron. Ereshkigal and I had a falling out over a year ago. I have not seen nor spoken with my sister. You have probably seen more of her than I." Her hand tightens on the cup and she squeezes her eyes shut.
"Do not speak to me any more about that childish fool. I have no desire to hear more about her." And she looks up, glaring a feral look on her face, which pale and angry hardly looks like that of human woman- but something much less... or more.
"Go away demon and leave me in peace. Heaven troubles me enough!"
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