A Strange Meeting (Paris/Remiel)

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Jan 9, 2019 20:43:06 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 20:43:06 GMT -6

The drifter had finally settled in the dorms at the school, but while his personal items were at the school the drifter was out and about. He would drift from the school and into the city looking around at that various shops he found there, making note of where he could get the essentials of life and where he could find entertainment. He would wander about the city from early morning to about noon. At noon time, he would slip into a bar to find something to eat and also to drink. He would enter the place ordering something small before buying a drink which the attendant surprisingly didn't question. With food and a good drink before him, the kitsune began to dig into his lunch in a quiet manner as his eyes lazily people watched from the booth he sat at.

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Jan 9, 2019 21:25:58 GMT -6

Post by paris "freyja" heloise on Jan 9, 2019 21:25:58 GMT -6

He didn't have long to enjoy his meal before another "patron", if one could really call her that, strode her way into the bar. Some little blonde thing in a beret & skirt with this aura of disinterest about her. She looked...a fair bit too young to be there herself, although she walked in like she didn't mind this fact at all, or perhaps that she believed herself to be above it. Whatever the case, nobody seemed to question her presence there too terribly much as she stopped somewhere off to the side to cast her gaze across the booths, and then pouted slightly as if upset that they were all full. Rather than doing what a sensible person would have done, leaving and coming back later, or finding another establishment to dine at, her gaze landed on Hatsuharu and stayed there for a long moment.

After what seemed like a short period of contemplation, she walked her way right over to his booth and plopped herself down into it directly opposite of him, resting an elbow on the table and propping her face in her hand, affixing him with a peculiar look. "You don't mind if I sit with you, do you?" She asked, moving on to immediately say without waiting for a response, in a tone that seemed almost sarcastic or perhaps even a bit condescending, "Perfect, you're such an accommodating person. Today has really been such a pain." Her hand briefly raised and made a beckoning motion, as if to direct one of the attendants back over to the table. "What's your drink of choice?"

This is not a negotiation, a suggestion, a deal, an entreaty, an agreement, a compromise, or a capitulation. It's my triumphant return, you fuckers.

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Jan 10, 2019 17:43:24 GMT -6

Post by Sleep008 on Jan 10, 2019 17:43:24 GMT -6

The somewhat colorful young man made his way through the bar establishment, his headphones hanging loosely around his neck as he tapped at his phone's screen with one hand, the other carrying a glass of what looked like some sort of juice. He appeared to be whistling to himself under his breath quietly, almost as if he had no care in the world about where he currently was. Well, perhaps it indeed was of no consequence or interest to him, but what the onlookers thought was up to them in the end. It wouldn't take very long before happened to pass by where the unlikely duo was currently seated, his golden eyes taking a moment to peer at them through his glasses. Hmmm, these guys....Oh, right~

Pausing by their table, he'd offer them a leisurely grin. "Hey, hey~ It might just be a hunch of mine, but aren't you two from the school? Am I right?", he'd address them, a cheerful tone in his voice as he put his phone away in one of his pockets for now.

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Jan 12, 2019 9:55:45 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 9:55:45 GMT -6

He was on the edge of placing another fork full of food in his mouth when his silent observation of the world was unexpectedly broken by a young lady that had walked up to his table to ask a question. To the question heard, the kitsune would simply tilt his head with a small smile as he watched as the other simply sat down without permission. “Make yourself at home,” he would his voice soft, yet friendly all the same. There wasn’t a trace of anger of being invaded by another and why should there be? This place was relatively crowded anyway and the fact that someone had just decided to sit with him wasn’t harming him much, so he hardly batted a lash at the matter.

As for the other question, the fox would smirk as he guestured with his free hand towards the orange and red drink he had before him. “The Mango Tango. A nice balance of sweet that goes well with most meals,” he would say as he looked over at the strange person. “What about you? What do you prefer?” he would ask before pausing to eat some of his food.

He would managed to get to swallowing the food before a second more familiar face popped with drink in hand. To what was heard, the kitsune would chuckle. “Oho? Forgetting faces already?” he would ask as he looked up at the one standing recognizing the other as his roommate. While it was true they hadn’t interacted much, this fox was pretty good at remembering faces…especially if it was a face that shared a space with him.

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Jan 14, 2019 3:56:05 GMT -6

Post by paris "freyja" heloise on Jan 14, 2019 3:56:05 GMT -6

She blinked, throwing a glance at the other newcomer for a moment and quirking a brow. What, had he seen them around before? Perhaps he'd caught sight of her when she was departing the courtyard after the other day's incident. Or perhaps elsewhere; or, probably more likely, he'd just made an assumption based on her age. It didn't really matter, but it was worth inquiring about nonetheless. "I guess I am. You must be too." She replied casually, looking him up & down for a moment as if looking for something. If she found it, it was impossible to tell because her attention turned back to the fox upon answering her question. "Is that right? Doesn't sound too bad." The girl spoke, shrugging her shoulders.

"Me? I'm a whiskey girl, myself. I might not look like it, but I can handle my liquor fairly adequately, and the burn is pretty pleasant. Not that that kind of harshness is for everyone. I'm also partial to margaritas though." Paris answered, looking a little more interested when the fox spoke to the newcomer, as if he knew him. That was worth keeping in mind, no doubt. "Are you two acquainted? I can't say I've really seen you two around, myself."

This is not a negotiation, a suggestion, a deal, an entreaty, an agreement, a compromise, or a capitulation. It's my triumphant return, you fuckers.

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Jan 15, 2019 18:58:10 GMT -6

Post by Sleep008 on Jan 15, 2019 18:58:10 GMT -6

"Ya, as unfortunate as it is to be stuck in school." The young man would wave his free hand casually, as if dismissing the subject. School could be a bit of a bore to deal with most of the time, although one could say it was a good meeting place for people, so it had a plus at the very least. Right? When the other male questioned him, Rem gave him a cheeky smile before responding. "Isn't it great to always think you've met a new face~? Haha. Don't worry though, my dear, I don't forget....alas, it's not like I really know you, is it now?" Yes, they may have met thanks to the school's arrangements, but it was only briefly, so they might as well be more or less strangers. Well, in theory anyway. "Destiny has been benevolent enough to make us meet. There's so many people crawling 'round the school that meeting a specific person is kind of a miracle, ya know~? It's almost like a cockroach land. Except we're bigger." Honestly? He couldn't even tell whether he had seen the girl before. For all he knew maybe he caught a glance of her and didn't even realize, considering the bustling crowds that passed by through the academy here and there. It was impossible to really tell~

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Jan 20, 2019 20:05:48 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 20:05:48 GMT -6

To topic of whether he had been seen at school or not, the fox would be mostly quiet as he watched the pair with him with an amused smile, listening as they confirmed they were indeed from the school. Since he knew the male’s face, he would mark the girl’s into his memory in case he ended up running into her at a later time on the campus. She was certainly an interesting one that is for sure.

“So you like a nice strong drink. Well, I prefer my margaritas and wine over the harsher stuff, ” he would respond back to the girl as she made her statement about what sort of drink she liked. He always preferred leisurely drinks than hard liquor in any case. However, that was neither here or there anymore. It seemed he had a jester on his hands at the moment. The amused smile would turn into a Cheshire like grin as he chuckled softly at the words. “No. You don’t know me at all,” he would respond back in a friendly tone. “But it is good that you didn’t forget me.” He would give a nod at that one wondering just how good the other’s memory was. It would be kind of sad to forget someone who was in the same space as you wouldn’t it? That aside, the fox’s grin would return to a smile as he refocused on his food.

“As he says. We have met before,” the fox would say before raising an eyebrow at comparison. “I think if we were roaches meeting someone would go beyond a miracle,” he would say before pausing to eat some food. After swallowing it, he would lean his elbow on the table being careful to avoid his plate as he pointed his fork at the girl and the other. “Speaking of meetings, what are your names?”