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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 28, 2007 16:21:38 GMT -5
Neko lead his friend Kyr into the Ninth Heaven with a smile and his eyes looked around rather quietly, "Yeah... this is the Ninth Heaven, you get food here, it's pretty good too..." He nodded. He pointed towards some demon waiters, "Just tell them what you want and then you get your food and it's basically like a resturant, I guess..." He shrugged.
A rather short elf pushed past Neko and Kyr, his blue-green hair tied back and the lower half of his face covered by a respirator of sorts. This elf's name happened to be Terent and he looked back towards the hallway, "REGGIE!!! COME ON!! YE NEED TO EAT!!" he called, hoping his friend didn't get lost or something along the way. His face was covered with light aqua-ish colored tattoos and his eyes were a lively purple color as they looked towards Neko and Kyr, "Sorry... eh... excuse me for rudeness." He nodded, to be honest... Terent was EXCEEDINGLY vertically challenged at an astounding four feet, ten inches tall.
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Post by Nemaisare on Aug 28, 2007 20:53:25 GMT -5
Well, now he knew the direct route from their room here, Kyr just hoped he could remember it. He was about to ask what a restaurant was when he decided against needing to know and switched, since he'd already opened his mouth, to a more useful subject. "Maybe we could get some drinks, while we're here?" Despite the fact that he was now comfortable in Neko's presence, there was nothing to be done about his greater worries. So his suggestion came out sounding more like the pleading of a servant to master than from one friend to another. Kyr however, was used to hearing that particular note in his voice, so it was no surprise to him.
What was a surprise, was the not-quite shove that made him rock backwards and then the loud shout that made him jump. Luckily, he didn't quite lose his balance, so Kyr was still on his feet when he noticed just who had given him cause to start. It came as a surprise to him that he had to look down at the one who had produced such a loud noise, so the dark youth looked him over with interest before remembering his place and ducking his head quickly to hide his face, which he knew from experience gave away anything he felt.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 28, 2007 21:09:14 GMT -5
Neko waved to the short elf, "Hi Terent..." He said as he looked back at his friend, "This is Kyr..." He nodded, pointing to Kyr, "And who is this... Reggetar?" He asked, looking down the hallway for someone but saw nobody.
"Agh, my best friend... though he seems to be under the mindset that he's got one of these dandies about his neck at the moment..." Terent brushed his hand over the collar on Kyr's throat with a smirk on his face, "Some odd sort of amnesia 'as befallen him..." Terent shrugged, "And there's only so much fun you can have when your best friend thinks he's a slave." Terent nodded, "So then... what ye two be up to?" He asked.
(I forgot to mention Terent's lovely Scots-Irish accent... in case you haven't noticed it yet...)
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Post by Nemaisare on Aug 28, 2007 21:23:01 GMT -5
Terent, a strange creature to be sure, but Kyr liked him well enough. At least, he wasn't more scared of him than he was of everyone else, so Kyr offered him the slightest of smiles and a submissive head bob in greeting. Because he had been, like Neko, looking for the person being spoken of, he didn't notice the hand reaching up until it was there and gone, but he jerked away instinctively, recoiling with a mixture of anger, resentment and utter terror. First off, he didn't like other folks touching him, second he wasn't sure what the smik was meant to imply and thirdly, but by far the most important, he was simply startled by the move and very much out of his depth in even this much society.
His own hand rose instinctively to his throat, fingers curling about the collar as he blushed furiously. If he opened his mouth now, there was no way anything intelligible would come out, so Kyr did the only thing he thought was safe at the moment and kept his mouth tight shut and his head down.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 28, 2007 21:40:52 GMT -5
Terent smirked, "Ye should really be tryin' to look up a tad more, makes ye look a wee bit more dignified and less of what tha' collar tries to make ye intah." He nodded, "Ye should really cheer up."
Neko looked towards Terent, "Do you know something about the collar?!?" He asked, his head tilted to the side as he asked the question. It was odd talking to someone who was that much shorter than you but hey- it would be rude to ask someone to grow, now wouldn't it.
"I know alot of things, most people tend to after the first couple hundred years." Terent retorted jokingly, his elvish ears twitched slightly as he breathed through the respirator on his face, the slightest click inbetween inhaling and exhaling. Terent's long black jacket fluttered slightly as the air conditioning buzzed on in the Ninth Heaven and the gray scarf around Terent's neck unwound to the front so it resembled those pictures of old bomber pilots with thier scarves. "Where be Reggie?" He muttered under his breath as he looked down the hallway, "Don't tell me he got lost again..." he shook his head in a halfly annoyed manner that his friend kept on getting himself off track in the hallways.
(Note: Terent would know alot about the collars because he was born into a royal family and owned a couple hundred slaves, BUT don't worry! He gave up that life and joined a group o' people who told him that he'd be helping people... well... those people completely lied to him but *thumbs up* He's a nice person, you should just ignore the fact he killed his entire family and such! I swear he's nice!)
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Post by Kim-la on Aug 29, 2007 12:25:43 GMT -5
Reggetar walked slowly into the Ninth Heaven. "Excuse me..." He muttered to Neko and Kyr as she edged in, his place cheetah ears back submissively. He had indeed gotten himself lost, and if it weren't for Terent having an abnormally loud voice for someone of his small stature, he would have never found him. He just hoped that he wouldn't get a beating for being late. In one hand Reggetar was carrying a long black coat, similar to the one that Terent had. In the other was a weapon, it was black in color with twin blades connected in the middle and curving in to each other. He thought that the weapon was Terent's, and he thought he was Terent's slave. He also thought his name was Chander, but 'Master' Terent was calling him Reggie/ Reggetar, and the name change baffled him. That's what Reggetar got for thinking. But it seemed that Master Terent was a nice person, though Reggetar really didn't know...
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Post by Nemaisare on Aug 30, 2007 14:24:14 GMT -5
Kyr, still unsure as to what he ought to make of this small, pointy eared Terent telling him such things, but he decided to take it as advice. Advice that he might follow someday, but not right at the moment. He did look up, however, when Neko asked if he knew something. His first glance went to his friend in a bit of confusion, his second to Terent, who might clear it up. Of course, all he got was an even more confusing answer and a look at this newcomer whom everyone called Reggetar. He looked nice, well, if you ignored the weapon thing he was holding he looked nice. To be polite, Kyr dipped his head again, though he kept his eyes down after that first look and tried, very hard, to blend into the background. Of course it didn't work and he knew it wasn't about to anytme soon, but he could always hope, couldn't he?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 5, 2007 5:27:43 GMT -5
Terent could nearly bash his own skull in by this point as he looked towards Reggetar with a rather pissy expression, his eyes like bullets, eyebrows straight lines on his face and his long elvish ears pulled back away from his face and lowered. On the recieving end of such a look it could be imagined to be very... awkward at most. Terent wasn't the most intimidating person, thanks to his height. "Reggie, snap outta this!" his normally kind, and happy Scots-Irish tone was certainly an exhasperated one, "you are a free cat-man-whatever-thing." Terent was kinda hoping that Reggetar would finally get it though there was little sign that he would, he didn't get it the other twenty so times 'afore, why should he now? "Now come on, friend- you'll be needing some jello while you contemplate what you'll be doing with your life, you boy be wanting somethin' to eat?" Terent patted Reggetar on the back as he looked towards the student and Neko.
Neko watched as Terent seemed to completely forget the whole issue with the collar and upon the offer of food, "Yeah, I guess I'll have... some milk." He nodded, milk started with an M, which stood for man, milk was a man's drink. Which wasn't Neko's logic, nor what he was thinking, it was just a twisted notion which was thought up by the young lass who happened to be typing at the moment. Neko looked towards Kyr to see if he wanted anything. Neko's large feline ears pricked foreward and attentive.
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