Post by Alaren Wreath on Apr 13, 2013 10:06:06 GMT -5
‘You know, she may well be joking again. I would not put it past fire nymphs. Always have been a fickle race,’ Yeah, grumble, grumble, grumble, that’s literally all you do, Fen. Weren’t you telling me to trust in her just awhile ago, you double-faced sonofagun? It was probably the wyrm’s way of making sure he got every angle covered. Still double-faced, though, but Alaren appreciated it. (The relationship between these two is fraught with name-calling, so do not fret. They really do love each other.)
Out loud, he said, ‘Hey, I came clean about that thing, the least the bird could do is show me the same honesty,’ In fact, the little outburst of emotion-pouring a couple hours ago had shaken the usually sealed off half-elf rather badly. He didn’t know what the hell had prompted something like that, and had wished very strongly that he had been lying. Showing your belly to someone, anyone, was just asking for a future problem.
James, I be lookin’ at you, o blood brother.
Either way, Alaren was pretty sure that he got this Koine girl’s personality pinned down enough to anticipate any conflicts. Her little addition of ‘oh you’ll see if there’s a get-back or not’ was probably her way of salvaging her pride from the thrust his amazing perceptive powers. Or something. Sure, he still didn’t trust her enough to take her words for face value, but he would go to this picnic thing anyways.
Still didn’t trust her? Well, what was he supposed to do when she introduced herself in such a flamboyant way, eh? A simple ‘hello’ would’ve worked wonders. But nope! Going on the ‘pending’ list, one Koine Savaski. Bold and underline, baby.
So he had beaten a retreat back to his room, dragging Fen along with him to wait out the day. Frankly there was pretty much nothing to do, so why not? Did it bother him, this looming threat of another prank? Nah, not much. Now that he knew something was likely to come, Alan could rest at ease. Not much of a prank if he was aware of it, now was he? Pssh, amateur.
Once the clock struck out the appointed time, Alan put on a change of clothes. He had one long trench coat type affair: deep grey and reaching just below his knees. He left it unbuttoned, and underneath it you could see a dark red shirt that ended where the blackness of his jeans began. The shirt was formfitting, and so were the pants. To complete the picture (and what a pretty picture it was!), he donned his glasses, ruffling his hair a bit as an added effect.
‘What is all this for?’ The wyrm looked over the half-elf curiously, slipping between his ankles here and there.
‘Why, that is elementary, my dear Fen,’ Huh, odd. Alaren didn’t know where that line came from, but there it was. Oh well. ‘It’s called breakin’ down defences, luv. Theory’s simple, really. I’m a lad, she’s a lass, no way she won’t be wibbly-wobbly at the kneesy-weesy at this,’ Tapping his glasses down, Alan gave Fen a roguish look, grinning. ‘No’ with this accent, either,’
He arrived at the Maelstrom Zodiac Square just the bit late, because that was cool. Fenliel was flying above Alan’s head, and the light of the nearly setting sun reflected brilliantly on his scales. The half-elf snickered quietly to himself, nodded at some other students (both male and female), and made his way to where Koine was.
‘Quel andun, Koine,’ He let his voice smooth out into a nice, elvish cadence, adding in a little street lilt as well (Fen could be heard puffing out a small sigh). Disarm and disable, that was the way to go. He wasn’t much of a flirt, not really, but he had learnt that knowing how to seduce the sexes could go a very long way.
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Quel andun - Good afternoon
Out loud, he said, ‘Hey, I came clean about that thing, the least the bird could do is show me the same honesty,’ In fact, the little outburst of emotion-pouring a couple hours ago had shaken the usually sealed off half-elf rather badly. He didn’t know what the hell had prompted something like that, and had wished very strongly that he had been lying. Showing your belly to someone, anyone, was just asking for a future problem.
James, I be lookin’ at you, o blood brother.
Either way, Alaren was pretty sure that he got this Koine girl’s personality pinned down enough to anticipate any conflicts. Her little addition of ‘oh you’ll see if there’s a get-back or not’ was probably her way of salvaging her pride from the thrust his amazing perceptive powers. Or something. Sure, he still didn’t trust her enough to take her words for face value, but he would go to this picnic thing anyways.
Still didn’t trust her? Well, what was he supposed to do when she introduced herself in such a flamboyant way, eh? A simple ‘hello’ would’ve worked wonders. But nope! Going on the ‘pending’ list, one Koine Savaski. Bold and underline, baby.
So he had beaten a retreat back to his room, dragging Fen along with him to wait out the day. Frankly there was pretty much nothing to do, so why not? Did it bother him, this looming threat of another prank? Nah, not much. Now that he knew something was likely to come, Alan could rest at ease. Not much of a prank if he was aware of it, now was he? Pssh, amateur.
Once the clock struck out the appointed time, Alan put on a change of clothes. He had one long trench coat type affair: deep grey and reaching just below his knees. He left it unbuttoned, and underneath it you could see a dark red shirt that ended where the blackness of his jeans began. The shirt was formfitting, and so were the pants. To complete the picture (and what a pretty picture it was!), he donned his glasses, ruffling his hair a bit as an added effect.
‘What is all this for?’ The wyrm looked over the half-elf curiously, slipping between his ankles here and there.
‘Why, that is elementary, my dear Fen,’ Huh, odd. Alaren didn’t know where that line came from, but there it was. Oh well. ‘It’s called breakin’ down defences, luv. Theory’s simple, really. I’m a lad, she’s a lass, no way she won’t be wibbly-wobbly at the kneesy-weesy at this,’ Tapping his glasses down, Alan gave Fen a roguish look, grinning. ‘No’ with this accent, either,’
He arrived at the Maelstrom Zodiac Square just the bit late, because that was cool. Fenliel was flying above Alan’s head, and the light of the nearly setting sun reflected brilliantly on his scales. The half-elf snickered quietly to himself, nodded at some other students (both male and female), and made his way to where Koine was.
‘Quel andun, Koine,’ He let his voice smooth out into a nice, elvish cadence, adding in a little street lilt as well (Fen could be heard puffing out a small sigh). Disarm and disable, that was the way to go. He wasn’t much of a flirt, not really, but he had learnt that knowing how to seduce the sexes could go a very long way.
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Quel andun - Good afternoon
