Not hiding, really!

[Nemaisare]

The shadows in one dim corner of the large room suddenly started bleeding, the silvery liquid letting the lights glance off it as it pooled and ran out towards the middle of the room. Kyr stared out from those same shadows with something akin to horror on his face as he followed the liquid's path. Oh, it wasn't because he actuallly thought the shadows were bleeding, particularly since he was the source and he knew quite well that it was really only rain water. It was because he was dripping wet, soaked in fact, and had trailed a great deal of the storm inside with him. Now he worried if someone would be angry, since water belonged outside, not in.

He hadn't realized what he was doing until too late, caught up as he'd been staring in something akin to stupefied awe at the building that surrounded him. But the feeling had gradually diminished into nothing more than burning curiousity and more than a little of Kyr's usual caution had returned to him. Which was the reason for his current location, safely cloaked by the shadows that he was so comfortable with. Not to say that he was actually invisible, just... hard to see.

Now, he shrank back wondering just what he should be doing with his time. Lynexia had spoken of classes, but he didn't know where they were or when, so he couldn't very well go to them, he'd just been wandering around for awhile, and had eventually found himself here. Wherever here was...

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A woman with deep brown hair looked at Kyr from her seat, she had long, lightly curled tresses that draped over her shoulders and her pale skin was milky smooth from the looks of it. She was dressed in a dark buisness-like suit, the gray tweed jacket open around her honestly large bosom to reveal the splashes of ruffles from the white shirt she wore underneath the jacket. The pants of her outfit made it easy to see her ever thin waist and her blue eyes watched the student through the black framed glasses she wore with an odd curiosity, she'd never seen him before, ever... and she'd seen plenty of people in her lifetime. She stood up and began walking towards him, her black stillettos clicked on the floor beneath them and her hips gently swayed back and forth with her gait. She had a sharp beauty to her that was somewhat intimidating. Her lips were a cherry red and shimmered with a glossy finish, a few sparkles here and there, her eyelashes like ebon drapes that swept over her eyes.

Her name was Luxuria.

[Nemaisare]

The moment Kyr realized that he'd been noticed, which was to say, the moment someone actually gave more than a glance in his direction, he straightened himself and looked back. He was rather surprised that anyone had seen him, more because he had noticed that a lot of people didn't bother actually 'looking' in this world, but he sent that thought away with a shrug. His hands betrayed the same nervousness he'd been feeling since he had come here, one clenching into a fist while the other came up to fiddle with the thick rope about his neck and he swallowed reflexively.

The woman coming towards him was, needless to say, attractive and quite pleasant to look at, but Kyr, who remembered being married for more than twenty years, didn't let that distract him, espite the fact that he was a youth who should have been rather interested in at least eyeing the woman speculatively. Instead, he was caught by her eyes and the rather, dangerous way she was approaching, Kyr couldn't tell why he thought it was since she didn't look too threatening, but, better safe than sorry. He tensed, ready to run should he need to.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"How are you doing?" she asked, her voice carried an accent, maybe Swiss or Danish that dripped luxuriously from her supple red lips with every sound and syllable. She looked at Kyr with an eyebrow raised as she seated herself in a chair next to him and she smiled, though her smile was betraying to her pleasant facade as it revealed her razor sharp teeth that really did look intimidating, though not the same use of the word as used before. She didn't seem to think of the fact that her teeth might be seen as frightening to some, which showed that she really didn't mean him any harm. "You seem a little... worried..." she added to her previous statement as she tapped Kyr on the shoulder, that tap on his shoulder seemed to let Kyr know that she knew already, though how was a mystery. She seemed to have known Kyr for an eternity actually, what made her so knowlegable in the life of Kyr? Did she know just as much about everyone? Her eyebrow remained quirked with false curiosity as she leaned back in her chair, the small points of her heels were visible, everything about this person seemed to have some sort of sharpness to it, except her body of course that was smooth lines all the way through, it seemed like an essense around her planted thoughts of a certain kind onto ones mind, strong as a vision to be honest. Whoever this Luxuria woman was, she certainly was a strange one. She blinked her eyes slowly, almost decadent in thier leisurely pace at closing and then opening again, She was impossible to recognize by anyone really so how she could be so comfortable around others was a mystery and how she knew of Kyr's past was just as much a mystery- if not more.

((I just realized that the only characters of mine that you've met have names that start with L and have an X in them... go figure! also... there's a reason I'm roleplaying this character like this, don't worry! Nobody is 100% like this on TMA, it's only a few select characters... and so yeah. Don't get worried... it's just Luxuria. It's her nature to be this way and so she's roleplayed this way. I'll tell you, but please try hard not to let it effect your RP too terribly much! XD Luxuria is a demon... and she has seven sisters... from how she looks and acts, you may be able to guess which of the seven she is... and hopefully you know of what seven it is that I refer to.))

[Nemaisare]

((Actually, I don't... SEVEN! I've probably heard of that before somewhere... Ah well, Kyr is now officially scared, but then, that could have been easily predicted. lol))

As he watched her, Kyr felt his eyes widen at the shock he felt at seeing her teeth, though however much their sharpness unnerved him, it was also reassuring, since she wasn't trying to hide the fact. This lady was different alright and it was for that fact alone that Kyr tried to keep his fright in check, he wanted to know more. "I am doing... wetly, mistress." And he lifted up his arms to reveal their soaked sleeves, offering her a bittersweet smile in return. At least his clothes had stopped dripping, although they still clung sodden and cold to his growing frame.

Though he could easily see her hand as it moved and could predict from its movement where it was headed, Kyr still reacted strongly to the touch. His whole body jerked, as if he'd been stung or electrocuted, and the small silver beads in his hair clattered together. It wasn't that she had actually done more than touch him, but then, for Kyr, that was enough. His straightbacked demeanour shrank into itself until he was back to his old, flinching self. He would never have been so rude as to actually take a step back, no matter how much he wanted to, but he could let it be known that he truly did not like to be touched if he didn't know a person.

"It is why I am worried also." Kyr's voice was quiet now, and he spoke to the floor rather than to the woman who wanted the answer, so he didn't notice that her behaviour actually was far more familiar than it should have been. Had he been less worried about the small mess he had created, he might have realized, but, as it was, he wasn't even looking at her anymore.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"You can tell me what the problem is." She said as reassuringly as she possibly could, though it was obvious that Luxuria wasn't the best at these sorts of things. She certainly did sound like she cared, though more so as if Kyr was some sort of abandoned puppy than a person- which was certainly something that could be considered demeaning compared to the more human caring that Lynexia had shown earlier which was more so the kind of caring that a mother might show for a child. There were many different kinds of people and many different kinds of caring apparently. She noticed the fact that her contact with Kyr made him nervous so she backed away so as not to scare him so much, "I'm sorry if I'm not... satisfactory in terms." she said as she placed her hands in her lap. She actually had a relatively sunny demeanor about her, so she didn't seem like one to intentionally hurt someone, though the word intentionally would be key in that sentance.

(Seven sisters... this one is named Luxuria. It's a latin name that means Lust. Her sisters are... Gula (gluttony), Avaritia (greed), Acedia (sloth), Ira (wrath), Invidia (envy), and Superbia (pride). Basically, she's one of the seven deadly sins... *evil smile* don't worry though, just because she's one of the seven deadly sins, doesn't make her evil. One can do evil without being evil in nature. Whether or not she IS evil is up to you and your somewhat paranoid charrie to decide!)

[Nemaisare]

No he couldn't, he most certainly could not! But Kyr didn't bother with the words, he just shook his head and gave her the other problem, the one that had him staring after the miniature river he had created. "Will it anger anyone that there is now a puddle inside the building, mistress?" While he would have simply worried about the problems it would cause for the other person, here, in this strange place, when he said anger, he meant 'will I be punished' though he did not wish to say so in such uncertain terms. Now he shivered, and clenched his fingers into fists to try and warm them up.

Her words changed him abruptly, almost as quickly as her touch had. His head came up with a spark of anger in his eyes and he almost glared at her, before he wondered why she had said such a thing, then his expression became confused. He tilted his head to the side, the gesture as questioning as a little bird. "Why do you say such a thing, mistress?" Kyr had never been spoken to in such a way before, oh, the condescending tone he had heard often enough, but such words were somewhat foreign to him and he was unsure if he had found their correct meaning.

((Ahhh. making more sense now, and he is not paranoid! Just, scared of most people... lol))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Perhaps I worded it strangely... I'm sorry that I'm not the ideal person to talk to." She nodded, "There's the whole problem with what I am first of all, I scare most people... like you." she smiled at him, not really getting into the details as to what made her so 'scary' in the eyes of the world. She shrugged as she leaned back further into her chair, she wasn't exactly sure what to think about being called 'mistress', it was odd when Kyr said it. When he said it he sounded respectful which was certainly more than he'd ever heard from Israfel, she gave a mental sigh, not truly uttering one since it would interrupt anything that Kyr might have been thinking or about to say. She didn't think in her head that the words that she had said might have had a tone that might not have been 'satisfactory' to Kyr, but to be quite honest she was glad to have someone to talk to since... Israfel didn't provide much conversation but Israfel still made her happy, she smiled at the thought. She was lucky to find someone who didn't... well... die.

[Nemaisare]

Kyr nodded slowly as she explained her words, and, though he grew curious with just exactly what she was, the way she said it told him he probably didn't want to know. He was begining to rlax, just as he had with Lynexia, though for a different reason. Still, he offered her a more understanding smile, and the confusion cleared with a twist of embarassment on his part. "Most people scare me, mistress." He shrugged eloquently as if to say, nothing much to be done about it though. Hesitantly, he came forward, not quite towards her as he put the table between them, but he did take the chair opposite the lady.

Needless to say, he was feeling tired, hungry and incredibly inadequate. But Kyr was used to those feelings, so he just accepted them and moved on to other, more important things. Namely, who this lady was and ... why she was smiling. Had he done something she thought funny? Or just made her think of something else? He cocked his head again, then shrugged, though the movement didn't relax the way his muscles remained tense and ready to spring him out of reach. Even while sitting, an act that would have relaxed or straightened most people, Kyr didn't lose his meak and submissive slouch. He turned his gaze back down to the table, not sure if the stretching silence should feel awkward or comfortable.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Luxuria rested her elbows on the table and rested her head on her palms, a lock of hair hung in her face, out of place umongst her sharp beauty. She removed the glasses from over her blue eyes and set them on the table, they clicked slightly on the wood, she removed her glasses so they wouldn't fall off when she rested her head on the table as well, her body leaning foreward to make sure that she wouldn't be knocked from the table if someone bumped the chair she sat in. "Long day for you too?" she asked, though she couldn't imagine how someone could be scared of most people, though usually you were one one side of the spectrum, the scared or the feared, sometimes it was hard to figure out with others, other times not so hard. She was glad though that there were people in between, like Israfel. She remembered earlier in the day, in here- the Ninth Heaven, Israfel had gotten hurt and she was direly worried about him, she wished Israfel would stop being such an ass to some people and actually let them see how he was, not so much the egotistical, pain in the ass demon he could be. Israfel would sometime just stop whatever he was doing- and almost literally 'doing' and just begin thinking back to how things were before he had fallen, when he was umongst angels and the way he described it made Luxuria wish that she had been an angel instead of the demon she was, those moments didn't last long.

Luxuria caught herself letting her mind wander and snapped back to the subject of focus- Kyr.

[Nemaisare]

He leant back as she came forward, but almost immediately relaxed into a slouch when she put her head down. It would be hard for anyone to get out of that quickly, so he figured he was safe, at least, so long as she didn't tell him to do something. "Not long, mistress, just... full." Kyr raised his gaze to glance around the room, just as he had been doing before the lady had come over. His voice was gentle as he corrected her, though he did it in the least obvious way possible, unsubtly. Then, with nothing to occupy his attention but herself and his surroundings, Kyr remembered a question he had not received an answer to.

He reached into the small pouch that hung from a cord over one shoulder, and fingered the ice damond he had been given, but he didn't pull it out. He had lost more than one possesion to being told to, 'give it here.' He most certainly did not want to lose this one. "Mistress?.... Can you tell me what, ice golems are?" His curiousity had broken through his shy shell, as had her more than relaxed manner, so that he was a little less leery about asking the question than he normally would have been, but Kyr liked learning, so he pressed on ahead.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"I'm not really sure, though I'm sure you could find something about it in the library or bestiary..." she suggested, after finishing her statement she bit the inside of her cheek which was somewhat unbecoming for her appearance, making her face seem off balance, one side more sunken in as she chewed on it and the other more normal. "Are you hungry? I could get us something... master." She said, the word said in a kind, teasing fashion, not derogatory at all, more playful actually. Her gaze then wandered to the waiters and she watched them for a few moments, wondering if she should call one over for the two of them to order. Her head remained on the table the entire time and her hand that rested under her neck could feel the vibrations of her vocal chords when she talked. She blowed the hair out of her face and it limply lay atop her head as she looked from the waiters, then accross the wall and her vision then stopped on Kyr again. She sighed, barely realizing she was even sighing and she blinked, again in the same, relaxed way she had earlier. It was somewhat odd that the roleplayer fealt like typing up every time that her character blinked, but it was something else to type in order to lengthen the post... like this. ;D

[Nemaisare]

((lol, nice, very smooth))

"Oh..." Kyr sighed, somewhat put out by the fact that he hadn't yet found the answer and she had only given him another problem. He didn't know how to read or write, granted, he knew about such things, and his own people did use a sort of messaging system, but he didn't think it was quite the same. He brightened momentarily at her question of hunger, he hadn't eaten yet today and he was begining to think that anything would look appetizing, well, so long as it was edible. But then she finished and he flinched as if struck, grimacing, not in fear this time, but in distaste, or perhaps more accurately, disgust.

Kyr had heard the teasing behind the word 'master', so he knew, for once, that she wasn't warning or threatening or actually being submissive, but he still did not like that word. He particularly disliked that she had directed it towards him, he who was considered, more often than not, beneath the notice of those he walked by. His brown eyes flashed with hidden meaning, not the least of which was a sharp hate for the keniras. No, none of the emotions that flickered across his face in that moment were directed towards the lady as she was not to blame for his problems, but he couldn't hide them, as he ducked his head far too late. Well, he could only hope she hadn't noticed. "Oh, I am very hungry. I haven't eaten since last night."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(I know, isn't it?)

Luxuria waved a waiter over and she smiled, "Hi, my friend here would like something to eat." She said with a smile. and she looked back to Kyr, "Order whatever you want." she said to him, "I can afford anything they have here- it's called favors." She winked at him that seemed to say, 'watch this'.

The waiter rolled his eyes, "Lu, what are you talking about?" He asked, the waiter himself was tall and somewhat gangly, his torso and limbs slenger and wiry. He heald a notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other, preparing to take thier orders.

"Remember when you were aaaallllll alone and I was able to find someone to keep you occupied? You said it yourself- you owe me one."

The waiter let out an exhasperated sigh, "Fine... what do you guys want... well, your latest victim, what does he want?" he looked toward Kyr, blatant sarcasm in his voice when he spoke.

"Don't worry about him." Luxuria worded silently to Kyr, hiding her lips from the waiter with her hand so he would be unable to find out what she said, she worded out something else but she stopped midway through her sentance when the waiter looked back. Her hands shot down to the table and she gave him a sweet, innocent-like smile, she was obviously mocking the waiter. The two seemed like they had known each other for quite some time though whether or not they were fond of each other wasn't apparent but most likely they werent since Luxuria was moreso getting on his first, second, and last nerve at the same time. She battered her eyelashes in mock flirtation at the waiter and she giggled annoyingly- almost preppish to be honest. It was an annoying sound in it's shrill, repetitive tone.

The waiter decided it was better to just wait for an order so he stood there, notebook and pencil in hand with a flat expression on his face, if he were an anime character it could be imagined that he'd have dread lines on his forehead and that nifty little popping vein thing on his forehead as well. His right eye twitched slightly as he awaited the order.

[Nemaisare]

"Umm, what do you have?" Kyr, who had been looking somewhat speechless between the two as the exchanged 'pleasantries' had very little idea as to what was going on. Well, he knew that this person was going to get them food, if they asked for it, but he wasn't entirely certain why. Kyr was not at all used to the notion of restaurants or cafeterias, since they didn't have any such things in his world. Still, he couldn't help but flash a winningly confused grin at the both of them, his teeth surprisingly white against his dark skin. The smile made him seem younger, but he wasn't aware of that fact, just of the fact that he was enjoying himself now. He did have to wonder, however, about just what the man meant by 'latest victim'. Kyr dearly hoped it was nothing more than a joke at the lady's expense rather than his.

((ha, now mine is short))