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Post by Coraline on Aug 31, 2010 23:08:10 GMT -6
She stepped off the bus and into a soft fog. The city was alive with its usual vigor, the streets thick with supernatural and mundane alike. She was like them, but she was greater than them, dressed all in red, walking barefoot through the streets with her hair loose behind her. If there was nothing for her here, there was no reason for her to make a second visit. But this was HIS city. HIS world.
It would be rude to not see it for herself.
Surely he could sense her presence, just as she could sense his, as she could feel him. Which of these citizens were his eyes? How many of them would be calling him and telling him that she was here? And that she did not intend to follow his rules - there was no need to formally introduce herself, he knew her and she knew him... though it had been so long. Would he recognize her on sight? Or would she have to seek him out? Perhaps he would send his men to escort her to him.
She would have to take her time, to see what she could see before a judgment was made. Maybe the Mother of All Good Things had been the right choice for a surrogate, maybe...
For now, the lady in red found an outdoor cafe to settle in, ordering only some tea and watching the city go by.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 31, 2010 23:16:57 GMT -6
{FFFF, I dunno how to respond except; HOLY CRAP FIRST EVENT YAY}
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Post by Coraline on Aug 31, 2010 23:18:29 GMT -6
(it's open for everyone, she's sitting at a cafe, feel free to join her... if you dare)
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 31, 2010 23:24:36 GMT -6
And a man with long blond hair went by. Forcibly. Hitting the pavement hard.
"If you ever try to dine and dash again," a burly maitre 'd shouted, her eyes shining bright green with psychokinetic power, "I'll throw you into next Tuesday! Stay out of my cafe, dirtbag!" She turned on her heel and stormed back into the establishment, a whirlwind of psychic anger.
Bruce Hollister pulled himself to his feet, grabbing his sunglasses from the asphalt and slipping them on icily. A pair of sky blue eyes peered out at him from under his trench coat.
"What was I supposed to do," he muttered, "I'm broke..." Bruce realized he had an audience, and quickly held up his hands. "It's okay, it's okay, people! Nothing to see here! Party's over."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 31, 2010 23:26:42 GMT -6
"Are you hurt?" The short Jewish Medic had been out on a nice little walk when he had seen the blonde being thrown out and he immediately walked up to him, the perfect picture of concern on his face. "Are you hungry? I could buy you ein meal if you vould like." he offered, giving the blonde a small smile as he did so.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 31, 2010 23:32:34 GMT -6
Bryce had been walking home from the grocery, idly flipping through a new Deadpool comic he'd picked up at the newsstand when he heard the commotion from behind him. He perked up, brow furrowed in confusion as he looked about him for the source of the noise before doing an about face. Ever the concerned citizen, he strode up to the pair. "Hey, everyone a'right?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but notice the figure in brilliant red seated in the window, and mentally added the lady in red to his list of Things to Mention to Miles on his next visit.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 31, 2010 23:39:27 GMT -6
Her golden eyes looked up at the two from over the rim of her teacup. One seemed human enough, the other seemed too kind to be one. The blonde was not who she was looking for, but he did not seem to bear anyone ill will, let alone herself. The other... pure and gentle, but not the face that had been described to her.
She sat back in her chair, the movement subtle save for the twitch of her head, akin to a bird. She had no human money either, but despite how out of place she looked, only one person seemed to notice her at all. Curious.
The woman in red watched them, idly wondering if she should get involved. This was indeed someone else's domain, and she was no lord and ruler of it. She ran her fingers through her hair, at least one long red-orange feather being revealed in the process. She rose from her chair, walking over to the downed blonde and helping him to his feet, her movements graceful and delicate.
"Are you alright, sir?"
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 31, 2010 23:57:46 GMT -6
Bruce's eyes widened behind his sunglasses, gaping slightly. She was beautiful. "Things are looking up already." He glanced at the crowd surrounding him, and blushed. "I'm all right, guys. Really. Thanks."
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Post by Coraline on Sept 1, 2010 0:06:42 GMT -6
"If you are unharmed, then I will be on my way."
The woman turned to leave, abandoning her cup of tea and an unpaid bill. She started through the crowd and up the street, three long feathers showing in her hair. For all her radiance and her beauty, she could almost be lost in the energy of the city.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 1, 2010 0:14:12 GMT -6
Bryce stared after the woman, brow furrowed. He would definitely have to tell Miles about this one...
{fixed}
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Sept 1, 2010 0:23:54 GMT -6
Alfons blinked and looked up as the woman walked away and he tilted his head to one side slightly, idly wondering who she was. With a sigh he looked down at the blonde to make sure he was all right before he then walked up to the woman, shyly tapping her on the shoulder. "Frau?"
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Post by Coraline on Sept 1, 2010 0:59:44 GMT -6
The woman stopped, feeling the touch on her bare shoulder. The feathers in her hair instinctively perked. She turned to look at the man. He was so... kind, even in his expression. Her eyes looked into his, brushing a stray strand of black hair out of her face.
"Yes?"
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Post by milesquincy on Sept 1, 2010 8:44:47 GMT -6
Before long, someone on a silver motorcycle zipped by. He had a motorcycle helmet on, and a silk shirt, black dress pants and shoes. He had a sword strapped to his back, a very holy and decorated longsword. Behind the motorcycle, a pitch black Aston Martin Vantage.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Sept 1, 2010 10:34:26 GMT -6
"You did nicht pay dein bill..." he reminded her, pointing at the table.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 1, 2010 10:40:33 GMT -6
Bryce watched the little German approach the lady, and felt his eyes widen upon seeing that, no, those weren't streaks, but feathers, fiery red feathers. Definitely someone of interest. As discretely as possible, he moved to get his cellphone from his jeans pocket, snapping a picture of the scarlet woman. Best to get some photographic evidence, it'd help him with his own job in the end. Renters tended to like to know what they were getting into... He perked up a bit upon seeing the motorcycle, brow quirked as he recognized who's vehicle it was. Had the Knight been called?
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