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[C] Raining Birds & Slimes
Emmeryn
OOC Account
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60 (D-)
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Dec 6, 2018 1:01:59 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Dec 6, 2018 1:01:59 GMT -6
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
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A clear liquid drops from above, hitting against the ground and scattering into countless parts upon impact. It leave a trail from behind, glazing the ground with patches of slime and bread crumbs. Perhaps she should have been eating in the cafeteria, with all of the other students? Perhaps she should have picked up a book in the library, or even went back to her dorm to sleep the rest of the day off. Perhaps she'd have more luck grabbing more than a loaf of bread on her few visits to the kitchen. Maybe she should have grabbed more food, what with the grumbling of that gluttonous stomach. The irritating urges, the appalling pains were enough to get her into a bad mood as it is.
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Look. If it were up to her, she wouldn't drip slime everywhere she went. It was the same routine every lunch. She'd walk into the kitchen, and her slime would drip. It wasn't voluntary, and it wasn't because she was trying to slime over anyone's parade - she genuinely could not stop herself. You would think that in a school of mythical beings - some being ridiculous as they were, no less - would be more understanding of this flaw. She laughs at the thought, clearly repulsed by the naive way of thinking that's gotten her into this predicament in the first place. She recalls it clearly; holding onto a piece of bread while being shooed out of the kitchen in cases of "contaminating it" with her "icky and gross" slime.[break][break]
"They didn't have to be so rude about it. Sheesh.." The girl mutters. Her teeth crunch into the surface of the half-eaten bread, all while she continues to mumble in distaste.[break][break]
The few people who were out in the courtyard at this time were staring, their curious murmurs and gossip filling the air as though her ears couldn't catch wind of them. "Idiots.." The lot of them, she thought to herself. Hell, she'd openly voice it to herself. What, did they thing they were being subtle about it? She was a slime, get over it. Even then, she was half human, as well. What? It was so rare to see a slime/human hybrid? We have a ghost/human, so why not a slime/human? Hypocrites. Double standards. The lot of them were all words, but when you make them walk they grab others and march to plow others over. [break][break]
... Yeesh, what was with this cynical train of thought? It was probably due to being in a bad mood, what with being kicked out of the cafeteria to wandering around in the courtyard. The twin tails that were tied up with hardened slime continue to float above her head and in the air, as though they were suspended in water. All the same, they kept dripping. Gods, it may as well have been raining-- Not that she minded, of course. [break][break]
"Where to sit..?" She mumbles to herself once again, until she finds two benches seated back to back with one another. Mmn.. It looked like the other bench was free. Or.. Rather, she didn't care to take a look on the other bench, seeing how no one was sitting up there. That'd probably be a nice place to spend the lunch break. Probably. Less people equals less trouble. [break][break]
And so with that thought, the junior seats herself onto the bench while quietly and idling humming to herself. Unbeknownst to her, however, her hair was still floating above and behind her, potentially dripping onto whatever sorry soul was on that other bench.. Or the next sorry soul will feel that glaze of icky, slightly sticky slime when they sit down. [break][break]
Not her problem. She'd rather not think about these things, what with already being in a bad mood. Honestly.. [break][break]
She just needed a break.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
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74 (C-)
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STRENGTH •
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Blessing of the Sun
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Iris
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Dec 8, 2018 2:58:57 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Dec 8, 2018 2:58:57 GMT -6
Less trouble was what she wanted, but likely not what she'd get.
Reclining on her bench's identical twin was a boy, basking in the sun's rays after a good meal. He was shirtless as usual, though that might not be immediately apparent given his body art. An empty bento box was balanced on his rhythmically rising and falling abdomen, seemingly placed there temporarily to avoid ants, but staying longer due to sleep coming for him. It was funny. He'd avoided lounging in the grass of the courtyard after someone had tripped over him during his dozing. A bench had seemed safer. No one would trip over him, and even though his slumber was unintentional, he'd consider himself lucky if he slept right through his next classes.
The peaceful expression would be fleeting, sadly. As a presence manifested on the other bench attached the back of his own, there was a drip. The first landed somewhere near the bento box, not disturbing him much. He reacted to it about the same as he would a bug crawling on him, by brushing at it while his dreams remained undisturbed. Another drip. This time on his upper chest. The same hand smeared at it, his expression darkening with irritation. Dark brows cinched together more and more as the dripping continued, until inevitably one landed square on his nose and dripped down into his eyes. "What the--!!" he startled in a roar, abruptly jolting upright. His hands told him the substance was gooey, meaning he didn't open his eyes.
Waking up in such a way was highly disturbing. Had a storm come while he relaxed? No..this didn't feel like rain. Too thick. Had a bird crapped on him? That angered him more than it should, being a bird himself. It wasn't right for one bird to crap in the eyes of another! "WHO DID THAT?" he asked, clawing the substance out of his vision and popping brilliant peridot eyes wide open, ready to pummel the offender. By Vissarion, the perpetrator, be it normal bird or a species like him, feathers were gonna fly. Except, there was no bird. Only a girl with goopy slime hair wavering about, oozing on stuff. Slightly better, but still irksome, especially since he woke up pissed. "HEY!" he squawked at the girl scarfing down bread, choosing to ignore how weird it was. Kiran's skin heated, rapidly steaming off the slime. "Can you not drip on me?"
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Emmeryn
OOC Account
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60 (D-)
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Dec 12, 2018 16:25:12 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Dec 12, 2018 16:25:12 GMT -6
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But like all good people in the world?[break]
Good things weren't coming to her. [break][break]
Look, she was a simple slime. She was a simple-minded woman. She just wanted a place where she could eat some bread in peace - that wasn't too much to ask for, right? Yeah, it shouldn't have been. So who the hell thought it would be a good idea to put a damn chicken behind her? Lo and behold - shortly after her wonderful union with her and the long waited seat - the gods weren't smiling down upon her. Had her fooled, honestly. Again, though, she was just hoping she could eat something in peace today. Was that so much to ask for? Was that something the universe just.. Couldn't give to her? Welp. [break][break]
Apparently not, what with the sudden squawking that pierced her eardrums at a frightening frequency. As in unison, the girl herself jolted up with a soft squeak in her seat. Heck, the movement was so brief that the piece of bread she was chewing ended up going down the wrong pipe, and it resulted in her beginning to cough violently into her elbow. With each cough, she proceeded to jolt and - probably to his distain - the slime droplets only started falling and spraying at him with more force and in higher amounts. "JESUS CHRIST--" She starts before beginning to suffocate on this accursed piece of yeast. My god, did bread have something against her? If this is what she gets for getting something simple, god knows she's not doing this again. [break][break]
Forgive her father, for she has used thy name in vain. [break][break]
No mercy whatsoever and - as she was beginning to finally calm down from her choking spree - her bright, blue eyes glance up and behind to find the boy (yes, boy, because he frankly didn't look to be way too much older than she was).. Squawking and shouting like he just had a fish fall to flop on him--... Which, lets admit, would probably have made her day. But since it wasn't that, the sight of the glaze from her slime covering him was enough to prompt a soft, stifled gawk and giggle from her. "... Heh." She starts, registering the sight in all of its sticky glory. Unfortunately, it wasn't until he started shouting and.. That later part where she felt a vein.. Probably pop in there. [break][break]
"What?" Sapphire eyes glance upwards to make contact with the sharp peridot, all while her arms cross under her chest in a casual manner. "Oh, stop ruffling your feathers you oversized chicken!" She sharply retorts whilst furrowing her brows. Talk about rude, right? It's not her fault that she dripped like this, after all. But though she was unamused overall, a faint, near smug smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "You probably needed to cool down, anyways!"
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Kiran
Master Hunter
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74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Dec 13, 2018 0:57:38 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Dec 13, 2018 0:57:38 GMT -6
She was dripping, he was dripping. So much dripping! While he wasn't calloused enough to feel no sympathy as she almost choked on her very sad lunch, being doused in slime was super gross. He glowered at her as she laughed and spoke so flippantly at him, though he didn't flare until she called him an oversized chicken. "Ch-Chicken?!" Kiran balked, his internal temperature rising rapidly to turn the slime into steam before lowering again. He didn't make it a habit of staying searingly hot since he didn't want to hurt innocents, but at times his temper could get away from him. "I'm a phoenix!" he corrected indignantly and proudly, clearly insulted. "If I'd wanted to get sprinklered, I'd have went and laid in the gardens!"
While he didn't want to admit that his feathers were ruffled, they were. At least they weren't showing, and this was the exact reason why! He didn't go around flaunting his plumage for risk of teasing, plucking, and ruffling specifically. How had she even know he was a bird species, anyway? He'd never known a slime to be terribly smart, let alone claircognizant. He'd already forgotten about his bird like screech, likely because he hadn't realized he'd done it upon being wrenched away from his nap time.
He had to quit meeting girls this way. First Nai tripped over him while he was napping with a book on how to make potions from phoenix parts, and now there was this goopy girl that called him an oversized chicken while oozing on him as he simply napped on a bench. Neither time he had meant to nap, but that didn't mean he could be accosted by females! Kiran had done nothing wrong. Besides, he got up at the butt crack of dawn every morning! It was normal to be tired by lunch, especially when all the mind numbingly boring classes! "I was the perfect temperature and simply enjoying a nap on a full stomach...why are you just eating bread?"
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Emmeryn
OOC Account
GRADE •
60 (D-)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
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Dec 19, 2018 9:02:29 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Dec 19, 2018 9:02:29 GMT -6
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Someone kill her.[break][break]
She didn't know how long she'd be able to last, listening to his deafening squawking that seemed to replace whatever grunts, shrieks or grunts the man had to offer. Deep, azure eyes couldn't help but to roll in irritation at his words, brushing over - but not without a subtle sense of amusement - his repeat of the.. Little nickname she gave to him? Mmn, she can call it a nickname. Honestly, though, it wouldn't hurt him to try quieting down? Though there were many other students who were heading to class or already had class - hence, saving her of attracting any sort of crowd (and by association, trouble) - but by the gods. This guy probably put whatever crowd she could conjure in her head to shame. To. Shame. [break][break]
Regardless, she didn't seem to care all too much about the fact that he was insulted. In fact, she seemed more irked at how he was making such a big deal about it. The slime groans to herself while bringing up her free hand, putting her thumb against her four fingers and gesture like.. A sock puppet, or something. A really crude one. "Come on, only a chicken would squawk from a little bit of water." she says with a coy smirk beginning to tug at her lips. However, said smirk was slight in her attempt to hide whatever amusement under that veil and layer of annoyance. The feathers were already obvious that he was a bird - or something of the ilk - so it came to no surprise when he screamed out that he was a phoenix. [break][break]
Now, Emmeryn was the past person you could expect to know a lot about races. She was the cross between a slime, and a human for crying out loud-- So that spiel of him trying to proudly announce that he's a phoenix? Went right over her head. Couldn't care less. [break][break]
"You're still a bird, kid." [break]
Oh, the sweet, sweet irony. [break][break]
As far as she was concerned, he was probably still about the same age as her, anyways. Moving on from that, Emmeryn slowly has her hand cover one ear, shutting an eye to quietly wince while glaring up to him through the other. "And dude, lower your voice or something." she starts. Her tongue softly clicks against the roof of her mouth while maintaining that gaze. "IF YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THIS--" She suddenly raises her voice, almost as though to imitate him - again - crudely "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE SOMEONE GO DEAF". And was she wrong? The odds are, she wasn't. She bets ten bucks that he has in the past. Now someone give her those ten bucks. [break][break]
"This here--" she raises the hand gripping onto the piece of bread, idly waving it in the air in a lazy manner "--is my lunch. Don't go insulting it. What if you hurt its feelings?" Yes, because bread definitely had feelings. In fact, they were possibly the most pettiest of all. [break][break]
Almost reminds her of someone. [break]
Oh wait. [break][break]
"Don't go ruffling his feathers, you oversized turkey." [break]
And there she goes, blowing a raspberry while gently beginning to stroke the bread like it were the most delicate, damn baby to exist.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
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RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Dec 20, 2018 2:56:24 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Dec 20, 2018 2:56:24 GMT -6
The irony wasn't lost on the bird. His face smirked despite his wishes. Someone like her calling him a kid. It was hard to distinguish age, so who knows, she could be older! But, really? Probably not. He hadn't met anyone older than him in a freaking long time. Honestly, the only ones he knew older than him were most of the Bask Council, his parents, his sensei, and Vissarion himself. Kid. At five hundred and some years old, that term hadn't been thrown his way in a looong time. Not since his last rebirth. Haha. Kid.
This kid would murder a slime if she didn't stop calling him a chicken.
However, he was thrown something more worthy of distracting him than arguing about voice volume. This quirky slime girl with the irritating demeanor also seemed to be batcrap nuts, which could be amusing on its own. Ignoring the turkey comment, since it was clear she'd continue to hurl those at him as long as he reacted, he peered at her clearly normal bread. "If your lunch has feelings, perhaps you shouldn't be eating it. It could be a student. I'm sure eating another student is frowned upon in today's society, or at the very least against academy rules," he responded back. "Also, if it has feathers, I don't think it's bread at all. Perhaps you should pick a less lame lunch. Or...are you a breaditarian?" Kiran teased, watching her pet the bread with increasing snark and wariness. Perhaps someone should hide her medication inside the bread so it'd be consumed. Clearly she was lacking a few pills.
"Do you even go here?" the phoenix inquired suddenly, narrowing his peridot hues. Maybe she escaped a mental institution. He wasn't worried for his safety, but he did harbor some concern for the weaker being on campus. Physical training was his thing, as it was to any warrior, but if this goopy girl with the pet lunch bread were to run into someone like Nai? This is what he'd meant when he warned the albino about the dangers of modern living...like getting shanked randomly by a crazy person.
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Emmeryn
OOC Account
GRADE •
60 (D-)
VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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Dec 24, 2018 6:13:45 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Dec 24, 2018 6:13:45 GMT -6
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It wasn't any fun if he wasn't going to address the slime comment she made earlier. [break][break]
What was fun, on the other hand, was the comment he made on the bread.If there is something that needed to be noted about this slime, it was the vast, endless amounts of sarcasm that was somehow held in that tiny body of hers. You see all these shits she don't give? Yeah, the empty space is taken up by sarcasm galore. This kid here was either trying to tick her off by playing along in that literal sense, or he was just as dumb as she assumed he was (which, admittedly, she hoped wasn't the case). Yet partially as though to spite him, her lips curl into a smirk in spite of the initial, near scowl she was about to sport on her face. [break][break]
The girl quietly hums at his attempted comeback. Not too, too shabby, but still probably as tasteless as soggy bread. Speaking from experience? It was.. Pretty bad. Pretty nasty, gross, especially when she wasn't eating the damn thing right. "Great, but at least it has one thing that you don't-" she starts once again, bringing her hand up to wave in a matter-of-fact manner "-it actually knows sarcasm, so it's not stupid enough to talk back." Her smirk gradually shrinks with each passing second, brows furrowing in growing irritation. Seriously.. He was probably shitting around with her because he thought it was funny, it was purposely to make her upset, both, or he were just stupid enough not to get that social cue. She could have sworn she made it pretty damn obvious in her tone, anyways. [break][break]
Well, whatever. [break][break]
"Do I even go here?" She repeats his words with a scoff. Emmeryn takes a step back rather quickly, as though to feign shock or offence before pointing at herself. "First off, it's do I even come here." Yes, because being a grammar nazi was completely called for here. Honestly.. She didn't know if he were doing that on purpose, or accident. Either way.. If he were a student here, she would - at the very least - hope that he has learned the ways of the humans (a magical creature who seem to enjoy murdering her kind fo slimes) to at least learn their language. "And second, of course I come here! Emmeryn, so you better remember that." Yeesh. Just because she'd look like a kid (and probably acted like one) doesn't mean that she was one.[break][break]
She pauses for a moment before scarfing down the rest of the piece of bread, making note to chew and swallow properly (because surprise, she was courteous to some extent) before crossing her arms over each other. "... God, I was about to ask you the same question after you asked me." Because that grammar was atrocious. Not really, but.. Hey, she was in a bad mood. [break][break]
Someone needed to be at the moot end of it.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
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74 (C-)
VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
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Blessing of the Sun
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Iris
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Dec 28, 2018 19:37:09 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Dec 28, 2018 19:37:09 GMT -6
He did her the courtesy of listening to her likewise irritable and irritating words, refraining from his usual propensity to interrupt where he found himself disagreeing. Regardless of her criminally lackluster lunch (he yearned to fix that issue despite just meeting her), this slime girl was feisty, to say the least. Weird and ill-tempered, but still feisty. The phoenix always found extra amusement in lively girls, for better or for worse. Anyone else probably would have evacuating the quipping contest they'd started for fear of escalation, but not Kiran. Kiran rarely knew when to stop, and even if he did, his stubbornness would see to it that he stuck it out. Perhaps it'd be infuriating, but the smirk and slightly quirked eyebrow remained positioned on his face. Ruffling her feathers was amusing as well.
"But who says 'I come to school' anyway? Normal people these days say they 'go to school'...Just like you don't say 'I came to that school' after you graduate. You say you 'went to that school'. Come, came, go, went. Anyway, you can put your inner grammar-Arkanian to rest, because I don't care that much. Go with the flow a little more, Emmy, which given your drippiness should be natural to you. Otherwise you may give yourself an ulcer." Funny, he'd said nearly the same thing to Nai the first time they met. These EA girls were high strung, that was for sure. The nurse probably had their fill of students suffering ulcers. He, on the other hand, let things roll off him like water off a duck's back...not that he was a duck. Or any other sort of common, edible fowl. Phoenix pride and all that.
Either way, it had been established that both of them would be sassing each other for a while, and both of them did indeed attend Eldritch Academy. The small girl who had finished her bread had offered her name, so it was only fair he counter with his own. "Kiran," he said with a grin, giving a simple gesture to himself. "I'm in the vermilion dorms on campus. My room is well equipped to make lunches far better than that bread. I could show you a proper meal," added the proud seemingly-young man, eager to show off.
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Emmeryn
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Jan 12, 2019 1:04:48 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Jan 12, 2019 1:04:48 GMT -6
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She should punch this guy. [break]
She wanted to punch this guy. [break][break]
Who the heck was he to be talking like that to her? This was a first, and this certainly wasn't something that she'll be looking forwards to. Why the heck was he so caught up with her lunch, anyways? It as just some bread, and it was some pretty good bread, mind you. She probably would have preferred getting some garlic bread or something, but a particular vampire friend would sooner scowl at her and wheeze (sole virtue of being a vampire, having her allergies act near deadly to her). That asides, he was possibly the first person to get picky and irritated over food, nevermind one of the few people who have decided to ride it out and keep bantering with her. Under any other circumstances, she would have found this refreshing. She would have found this to be a breath of fresh air and some leeway to take a moment and appreciate that someone was willing to put up with whatever bull she was spouting. [break][break]
Unfortunately, this guy caught her at a bad time period. The blue slime crosses her arms in subtle distaste, quirking a brow as she nearly glares up at him with bright, azure orbs. The irritation wasn't vague in her expression nor her actions, especially as she was beginning to internally questioning; how in the hell did it go from her annoying him to vice versa? The world worked in mysterious ways, she was aware, but surely she did nothing to deserve karma of this degr-- [break][break]
...[break]
Oh. [break]
Oh.[break]
Now he's gone and done it. [break][break]
He went on with his banter, fine. His little explanation on her quick pick at being a grammar nazi, and now she just wanted him to shut up and go back to being a dummy. If it weren't for her own, benevolent and considerate nature, she would have compared him to the duck that's been used to test the damn soaps on in labs-- But she was harsh. She was dark, and she was controversial, but she wasn't that cruel. Usually. The girl raises her hand up to him, clamping her thumb with her middle finger before making a slow motion in sync with her lips. "Quack quack, bok bok. I dunno if you're a peking duck or a fried chicken." That you could get from popeyes. "God, you talk so much that everything just started to mesh together." [break][break]
And back to the bread. Was he trying to insult her, or impress her? It was difficult to tell with how prideful he looked-- She almost wanted to toss a rock up at him, shoot the chicken down like he thinks he can fly. In fact-- [break][break]
"If you're gonna talk all high and mighty--" With a quick motion, Emmeryn reaches out and curls her finger under the red, rope necklace that seemed to hang around his neck. She doesn't tug too hard, but just enough to put pressure on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him down closer to her own face. "--Then get down to my height and get back down to earth. Talk to me properly instead of looking down on m--" [break][break]
...[break]
Now that would have been cool of her. [break]
Uuuuntil she realized that this man was shirtless and that.. Wasn't.. just a shirt.. [break]
.. With all those designs.. [break]
Shit.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Jan 12, 2019 5:08:34 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Jan 12, 2019 5:08:34 GMT -6
As infuriating as her sass was, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by bossy and difficult girls. She definitely qualified, which is probably why he was still lingering on to continue the banter. He was amused. Irritated, but amused. There was a fine line, really. "I'd come up for an annoying animal noise for you too, but slimes and fish are more of the silent, gaping type," he counter quipped, still about half smiling. "Anyway, peking duck and chicken both taste delicious, so you're on the right track. Do you always get offended when people ask you out to dinner?" he teased, not having really asked her on a date, but offering to cook her a decent meal was real enough. A chance to show off his mastery in the kitchen while also show some lowkey hidden concern that she'd literally only eaten bread for lunch. As someone who fancied himself a chef, it was horrifying and something that needed rectified, sass or no.
Oooh, they'd moved on to threats now. Goody. The slime girl grabbed his woven neck accessory, tugging his face closer to hers since he didn't put up much resistance. Birds were quite accustomed to staying high in the air and off the ground, but he doubted she meant to make that allusion. She was thinking him cocky, and she wasn't wrong. He had confidence in himself, a quality many in the modern age lacked. If he said he could do something, he had the skill to back it up and the confidence to pull it off. "I'm not talking down to you, but if my face being close to yours helps you in some way, by all means keep pulling my necklace."
"You can pull a little harder, I'm not shy~" he nearly whispered with devious intent, one last thing. Perhaps just to make it that much more difficult on her, he cocked his head slightly to the side, met her cerulean eyes with his own peridot ones, and fell completely silent after that. She really did have nice eyes. He had a moment to notice the finer details of her face, noting in the back of his mind that she was pretty cute for a slime. Since she kept reminding him how much he was talking and how loudly, he'd give the slime her time to shine. So, Kiran waiting for her to speak again, content to gaze at her as long as she held him by the necklace, curious to see what she'd do since her train of thought seemed to skip the rails.
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Emmeryn
OOC Account
GRADE •
60 (D-)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
1
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Jan 13, 2019 1:48:52 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Jan 13, 2019 1:48:52 GMT -6
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Grabbing him by the necklace probably wasn't a good idea. [break]
Pulling him as close as she did, also, probably wasn't a good idea. [break]
Unfortunately, this girl didn't exactly have a moment to properly register her actions. [break][break]
Rather, she finds herself left glaring up at him. The bright shade of blue initially had a piercing glare to them (as piercing as she could conjure, considering the body she was in at the moment was no larger than that of a teenager and her face was something of a child). She was intending on asking him something; anything, really. "Why the hell are you being so cocky?", "Wipe that smug look off your face" were a few examples. Her brows were furrowed and her lip quirked downwards from the corner of her lips. This would have been the perfect time for her to make some witty comeback, or.. Any sort of statement, really. She was just about to, too. [break][break]
Then she realizes just how close she was to him. [break][break]
Don't mistaken her or someone who couldn't handle herself around guys. She had little brothers, older brothers, sisters and older sisters; these slimes multiply like rabbits did in the middle of heat during mating season, so to say that she had zero experience? Hah. Don't make her laugh. But if there was anything that threw her off (what made her pause as that glare softened, even for a bit in subtle, vague but still explicit shock) it was the first fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Emmeryn maintains that glare for as long as she can, up until her gaze appears to falter and rest upon his chest, after tracing the tattoos. That was totally by accident. Definitely. Mhm. Sure, Emmy. Keep telling yourself that-- [break][break]
Though she pulled him in, however, looking back up she caught that glimpse of a bright, vibrant green that gazed right into her own orbs of azure (it was an odd feeling, like he was staring right into her. It was odd. It was uncomfortable. It was foreign. It made her heart skip a beat). Rather than witty words and a comeback like she was intending, she found the words jumbling and stopping themselves in her throat. If anything, the young woman immediately let go of the woven necklace as quickly as she pulled it in. Her hand extends outwards, pushing against his chest while also taking a swift step back. "Wh-Wha--!" She starts off, steps nearly staggered back as she attempted to recover from her earlier.. Missed analysis. "Why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt?!" She immediately bursts out, bringing her other hand over her chest to hold over her heart. She could feel her face growing warmer thanks to that human blood in her and - in an attempt to keep this expression from him - she hooked one of her slime twin tails with her elbow to hug it closer to her ace, nearly burying it behind the slime hair. [break][break]
"A-And don't stare at me like that! Wh-What are you, a deer in headlights?!"
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Jan 13, 2019 3:10:49 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Jan 13, 2019 3:10:49 GMT -6
"You were the one who pulled me 'down to your level'," he reminded her, straightening back up once she let go. A hand reached behind his neck where the clasp had started to dig into the skin there, but it hadn't bothered him too badly. Honestly, her reaction so far was worth its weight in gold and any amount of minor pain.
It was true, he was shirtless. He usually was. However, he also usually left his dorm with a shirt on, and had little recollection as to what happened to it. One second it was there, the next it was gone forever. It was simply a habit he'd always had, but hey! He was a Phoenix. He was his own heat source. Even in the winter, he didn't need much on. He was warm as a bagel fresh out of the toaster. It was more comfortable without them, at least, unless he was molting. Chuckling at her now flustered antics, he couldn't help but tease her a little. "You thought I had a shirt on this whole time? Didn't you notice the nipples?" he asked with a grin, pointing to the one on the side not covered in tattooed roses. He almost wanted to ask how many shirts she'd seen with nipples printed on them, but decided not to. These modern times could be confusing. He was able to keep up, but some trends were...strange.
Moving on to address her actual question, his hands slipped into the pockets of his baggy sweat pants. There was no shortage of amusement on his face, but he tried to give her a break. The way she was cuddling one of her watery pig tails toward her blushing face was the cutest he'd seen her look yet. Girls that responded favorably to his looks usually earned a slight soft spot, though not too soft or they could really get attached. They could harmlessly appreciate each other's attractive qualities, right? "I'm not wearing a shirt because...why cover up all the art I paid for? Seems silly. Plus, I rarely get cold," Kiran replied, not as cocky though still proud of his species. Life changed in so many ways in the past five hundred or so years, but at least his DNA remained in tact...which was a blessing since his shirt was actually in a bush a few yards away.
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Emmeryn
OOC Account
GRADE •
60 (D-)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
1
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Jan 26, 2019 3:39:39 GMT -6
Post by Emmeryn on Jan 26, 2019 3:39:39 GMT -6
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Stop looking at her like that. [break]
Stop it. [break][break]
She feels his eyes on her (he's so close, peridot eyes are smiling down at her - taunting her) even as she let go of his necklace(?) shortly thereafter. The blue slime quietly narrowed her eyes to the side, cheek puffed out to a subtle pout while sulking on the outcome (it wasn't supposed to happen like this; she was supposed to one-up him. Her pride made a move before her shame could agree). "Sh-Shut up!" Her voice is raised a small amount, the glare ever changing with the same fierce look in her eyes; an attempt to glare through him (as though she could be intimidating, her worry spikes as he clasps his hand behind his neck). [break][break]
Disregarding the fact that he was shirtless, for now, she faintly eyes his hand as it reached back to gently rub the back of his neck. Had she.. Maybe pulled on the roe a bit too hard? She couldn't have pulled that much, right? It shouldn't have been enough to actually hurt him, at least. She didn't think so.. It shouldn't have been, right? It wasn't like she was trying to hurt him, she was just trying to prove a point (which, on all accounts failed, but still a point). Erk.. The guilt was beginning to creep up on her, but there wasn't much of anything she could say right now. A-After all, he was being an egotistical jerk! If she said something or brought it up, then wouldn't his poor ego be shattered? It wasn't like she was worried or anything; she genuinely wanted to make sure that he was okay for peace of mind. It was for herself, and so that he wouldn't have to go to her later blaming her for while the back of his neck was hurt or sore or.. Something. She wasn't worried, she told herself. Not worried. Not today, not ever. In no other universe. [break][break]
She's about to open her mouth.. Up until this man actually rebuttals with a coy (his tone was upbeat - cheerful, in spite of the otherwise rude demeanour he was introduced to) smirk and comment that, frankly, blew her even more off balance than she already was. Especially as he attempted to direct her gaze to the part he was referring to, she responded like any good slime girl would have: turned the hell away and not take another glance. "D-D-Don't gesture at yourself all openly!" Her words shake (her tone and voice are unstable, like they could topple at any given moment. A gentle blow would shatter the already cracked composure). "H-Have some shame! W-Weirdo..!" The blood rushes to her cheeks while using her hand to cover the side of her face, body slightly turned away from him to save her eyes. [break][break]
Of course, that didn't stop her from sneaking in a peek or two. [break]
A very subtle peek. [break]
...[break]
Okay, maybe not so subtle. [break][break]
"A-And don't go stroking your ego, roasted turkey! J-Just put something on before I--... I'll..!"
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Feb 5, 2019 4:12:15 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Feb 5, 2019 4:12:15 GMT -6
"You'll do what, exactly?"
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, taking a moment to pause and again peer into her eyes while expectantly waiting for her thread. What could she do? Wrestle him down and put a shirt on him? Did she just have men's shirts lying around? Well, if she was that sort of girl, she could certainly try to do such a thing. Kiran'd be more glad for it.
Shortly after, though, Kiran gave her a moment of mercy and broke eye contact. He laughed now, a good hearty laugh like he didn't have a care in the world. He was a happy guy, despite their tiff earlier. Verbally sparring with Emmy had been the most exciting part of his day so far. The phoenix was a bit brash, but not a total dick. "Ah, I'm sorry. I just can't keep the dumb things on. They're so restrictive, and I don't even notice when I do it until someone tells me. I just run hot and don't need them, you know?" Kiran explained, sighing in self-defeat. "I don't have anything to put on. I seem to have misplaced the shirt I had," huffed the boy with the long onyx hair, barely bothered to do more than a general, half-hearted glance around for it. He preferred to be shirtless, so there was that. Despite her sputtering, she really didn't seem to mind. These types of girls were very fun to mess with.
"If you'd like to continue to try and ruffle my turkey feathers on more even ground, feel free to follow me to my dorm so I can find a new shirt. I'd do it just for you. Wouldn't want your razor sharp wit to go to waste.." There we go, back to the teasing. Trying to get a rise out of her.
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