(OOC: YOOO! I'm so sorry that I've been MIA for awhile...and for sneaking in and stealing my stuff back, Rob! ^_^ College is busy!)
A shadow lurked in the corner of the room, slender and crouched under a table. Even from the darkness of her hiding place, Mir's teeth were visible in a delighted, manic grin. Slowly, sneaking from table to table, she silently approached her prey.
Two tables away they sat, sipping drinks and talking quietly. Their movements were awkward and pained...Mir noticed bandages that were bloodied in spots...clearly they were in need of medical attention, but their need wasn't urgent, and their wounds didn't seem fatal.
Compassion passed briefly across the gnome's emotional radar, but was quickly replaced with her usual mischief and mirth.
Starbuck's ears perked up suddenly, his brows furrowing in confusion. What was that sound? In the middle of all the conversations, he heard...giggling. A solitary giggling, and it sounded somehow familiar. Fenix raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? Something bothering you?" asked the human, leaning forward a bit.
"Someone's after us!" was the whispered reply, and both of the men got ready for a fight.
She reached their table, but instead of unsuspecting prey, she found herself staring at the cold steel of Starbuck's sword. Fenix was braced for attack, she could sense the flow of gathering magic power towards him.
The two men stared down at their attacker. Dressed all in black, head-to-toe, and quite small. Then it looked up.
Starbuck dropped his sword when he saw bright blue eyes look up in panic. Fenix let the gathering energy slip away, unused, into the aether.
"Mir! Where have you been!?" shouted the blue creature, while Fenix helped her to her feet. She was barely able to answer before Starbuck knocked her breath out of her with a wrenching hug.
Gasping for breath, she managed to get a few words out.
"I-I..I've been h-hanging out in..Central Park!"
Both of her friends gave her odd looks. They'd never heard of the location, but her word was good enough.
(OOC: I hope I can manage to get on more often. My internet is kinda unstable here at SVA, but I'll see what I can do. Wheee! It was good to post again!)
The Warrior's Inn!
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In tattered rags, Mir sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, reading from a giant leather-bound book and soaking in the warmth. Starbuck slouched in a chair beside her, sipping cocoa from a mug that was big enough to house small mammals.
"So Fenix entered that Tourney, huh?"
At this sudden question, Starbuck looked up.
"Huh? Well, yeah." He smiled then, proudly. "He'll do great! He's been hanging around these battlegrounds for years."
"To escape what's-his-face? That weird Trenchcoat Man with the hat?"
"Duran, you mean?"
"Yeah, him."
"I actually never thought of that. I always just assumed that he liked it here." Suddenly, he eyed Mir's clothes pointedly.
"Say, speaking of the Tourney, when did you plan on getting new clothes?"
Her eyes narrowed a bit. "You ask now? Months later?"
His face showed something between a smirk and embarrasment.
"Well, it's just that...from up here..I can see right through that hole in your dress...Oh, and that hole too. And that hole...and.."
With a screech, Mir jumped from her position and frantically tried to wrap her rags more securely around herself. These efforts only ended in her already shortened hemline rising to uncomfortable heights. A few chunks of cloth decided to fall off at that point, and that didn't really help the situation either.
"Nice underwear, by the way. Lovely floral pattern."
Face red with anger and humiliation, she stormed off through the back door. Fenix had at point told her of a 'lost and found', where she might be able to claim something more suitable to wear.
Starbuck had to hold back rude comments as she slammed the door behind her. He felt sorta bad about humiliating her, but...hey, she was the one who let it go for so long. It wasn't HIS fault that he just happened to get a free view...
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It had been ten minutes. He was starting to get worried. Maybe she had just jumped out the window and left? It was getting cold though, and he was concerned. Those rags were barely decent, and would in no way be able to keep her warm. He knocked on the door. From behind it, he could hear her voice, muffled and full of wounded pride.
"What do YOU want, you pervert?"
He ignored the namecalling.
"Are you okay in there?"
There was a pause, as she considered getting mad, but then gave it up.
"I...I can't really find anything good. Actually, there's only one thing that fits at all. And well...it's...special."
"Come out, it can't be THAT bad?"
There was a rattling noise as she fiddled with the lock for a minute, then the door swung open.
Mir stood there, shrinking back from the gaze of the inn's patrons. She was "dressed" (if you could call it that) in only a black leather bodice, an orange colored skirt that was three inches from being obscene, and thigh high leather boots, in orange. She shivered. Her rags were only slightly less warm.
Starbuck looked her over in shock.
"Holy crap, Mir! Some poor hooker is walking around naked right now!"
She glared, and walked silently to her room for the night. It didn't help when Joker whistled as she passed the baths.
((OOC: I am so putting up an illustration of this as soon as I can...but I'm away from my scanner...))
[ October 19, 2003, 12:26 AM: Message edited by: Mir ]
"So Fenix entered that Tourney, huh?"
At this sudden question, Starbuck looked up.
"Huh? Well, yeah." He smiled then, proudly. "He'll do great! He's been hanging around these battlegrounds for years."
"To escape what's-his-face? That weird Trenchcoat Man with the hat?"
"Duran, you mean?"
"Yeah, him."
"I actually never thought of that. I always just assumed that he liked it here." Suddenly, he eyed Mir's clothes pointedly.
"Say, speaking of the Tourney, when did you plan on getting new clothes?"
Her eyes narrowed a bit. "You ask now? Months later?"
His face showed something between a smirk and embarrasment.
"Well, it's just that...from up here..I can see right through that hole in your dress...Oh, and that hole too. And that hole...and.."
With a screech, Mir jumped from her position and frantically tried to wrap her rags more securely around herself. These efforts only ended in her already shortened hemline rising to uncomfortable heights. A few chunks of cloth decided to fall off at that point, and that didn't really help the situation either.
"Nice underwear, by the way. Lovely floral pattern."
Face red with anger and humiliation, she stormed off through the back door. Fenix had at point told her of a 'lost and found', where she might be able to claim something more suitable to wear.
Starbuck had to hold back rude comments as she slammed the door behind her. He felt sorta bad about humiliating her, but...hey, she was the one who let it go for so long. It wasn't HIS fault that he just happened to get a free view...
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It had been ten minutes. He was starting to get worried. Maybe she had just jumped out the window and left? It was getting cold though, and he was concerned. Those rags were barely decent, and would in no way be able to keep her warm. He knocked on the door. From behind it, he could hear her voice, muffled and full of wounded pride.
"What do YOU want, you pervert?"
He ignored the namecalling.
"Are you okay in there?"
There was a pause, as she considered getting mad, but then gave it up.
"I...I can't really find anything good. Actually, there's only one thing that fits at all. And well...it's...special."
"Come out, it can't be THAT bad?"
There was a rattling noise as she fiddled with the lock for a minute, then the door swung open.
Mir stood there, shrinking back from the gaze of the inn's patrons. She was "dressed" (if you could call it that) in only a black leather bodice, an orange colored skirt that was three inches from being obscene, and thigh high leather boots, in orange. She shivered. Her rags were only slightly less warm.
Starbuck looked her over in shock.
"Holy crap, Mir! Some poor hooker is walking around naked right now!"
She glared, and walked silently to her room for the night. It didn't help when Joker whistled as she passed the baths.
((OOC: I am so putting up an illustration of this as soon as I can...but I'm away from my scanner...))
[ October 19, 2003, 12:26 AM: Message edited by: Mir ]
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Phenom glanced at the scantily clad Mir as she slammed the door behind her. Refraining from the many lines he had circling through his head. Phenom bit his tongue and instead just cracked a crooked half-smile at the uncomfortable-looking elf that he had once faced in an old forest clearing. Many had come and gone, but the inn's guests had all passed Phenom by. Was it out of spite? Respect? Fear? Or was it that Phenom was just too unpleasent too even utter a word to?
These thoughts got the battle hardened Vendetta in a foul mood. He had a way of thinking things that could turn his mood from happy to meloncholy in an instant, and this was one of those moments. "My drink is my only steady comrade..." Phenom muttered bitterly, looking down his nose at his now empty glass. He scowled around the room. Where was the damn barkeep? Phenom then stood up, and in a sudden flash of furious energy, he silenced the surrounding conversations as he bellowed, "WHO DO I HAVE TO SLEEP WITH TO GET A DAMN REFILL AROUND HERE!?" When the frightened inhabitants of the inn failed to reply, Phenom tossed his shot glass angrily into the fireplace where it shattered upon impact and then he sat down in a huff.
"What I need..." Phenom once again muttered coldly to himself as the conversations resumed as if his tantrum had never occured, "What I need are these three things..." Phenom raised one finger to himself, which would have looked quite odd to a spectator of his bitter monologue. "I need a good battle...well I'm in the tourney, it ain't going to be too hard..." Phenom eyed Starbuck from across the room. "Heh...I wouldn't mind roughin' up that Fenix bloke neither..." Phenom dawned that oddball smile again and raised a second finger. "Two. I needs a good drink I does..." Phenom, as was evident in his grammatically flawed speech, had had several of those, but still in his altered state of mind, there was no such thing as too much booze. He eyed Joker weezily, maybe he had some rum to spare. "Three..." Phenom said, "Three's most important I reckon...Three's the top priority...I need a good...woman..." Phenom scanned the room, as if getting ready to shamelessly play the field of women. "Shouldn't be that tough..." Phenom reasoned with himself. "I mean...I gots the pipes!" Phenom, as if to further prove he was drunk out of his mind, stood up, all eyes once more averted to his direction, and tore off his ragged sweater, and with a masculine roar, flexed his muscles as if he was performing for "Mr. Universe". "And besides that..." Phenom, shirtless and still standing, "I'm not bad looking either, and I can kick...kick ANYONE'S ass from here to Hyrule!"
Now, to be fair, Phenom was quite a handsome man, especially since he had been through numerous gruelling battles in his day. He had a firm jaw, a ruggedly appealing face, and flowing dark brown hair. He matched the tall, dark, and handsome man to a tee. But where Phenom may have been gong a little overboard is announcing his warrior superiority in a bar full of the battlefield's finest battlers. He was a force to be reckoned with as he had proved numerous times, time and time again, but to speak troth, no matter who you are, you don't go flaunting that around people who in the past, have hung their opponents in an intestinal noose on a tree branch. Nevertheless, Phenom did not care who was present, he was going to find him a lady.
These thoughts got the battle hardened Vendetta in a foul mood. He had a way of thinking things that could turn his mood from happy to meloncholy in an instant, and this was one of those moments. "My drink is my only steady comrade..." Phenom muttered bitterly, looking down his nose at his now empty glass. He scowled around the room. Where was the damn barkeep? Phenom then stood up, and in a sudden flash of furious energy, he silenced the surrounding conversations as he bellowed, "WHO DO I HAVE TO SLEEP WITH TO GET A DAMN REFILL AROUND HERE!?" When the frightened inhabitants of the inn failed to reply, Phenom tossed his shot glass angrily into the fireplace where it shattered upon impact and then he sat down in a huff.
"What I need..." Phenom once again muttered coldly to himself as the conversations resumed as if his tantrum had never occured, "What I need are these three things..." Phenom raised one finger to himself, which would have looked quite odd to a spectator of his bitter monologue. "I need a good battle...well I'm in the tourney, it ain't going to be too hard..." Phenom eyed Starbuck from across the room. "Heh...I wouldn't mind roughin' up that Fenix bloke neither..." Phenom dawned that oddball smile again and raised a second finger. "Two. I needs a good drink I does..." Phenom, as was evident in his grammatically flawed speech, had had several of those, but still in his altered state of mind, there was no such thing as too much booze. He eyed Joker weezily, maybe he had some rum to spare. "Three..." Phenom said, "Three's most important I reckon...Three's the top priority...I need a good...woman..." Phenom scanned the room, as if getting ready to shamelessly play the field of women. "Shouldn't be that tough..." Phenom reasoned with himself. "I mean...I gots the pipes!" Phenom, as if to further prove he was drunk out of his mind, stood up, all eyes once more averted to his direction, and tore off his ragged sweater, and with a masculine roar, flexed his muscles as if he was performing for "Mr. Universe". "And besides that..." Phenom, shirtless and still standing, "I'm not bad looking either, and I can kick...kick ANYONE'S ass from here to Hyrule!"
Now, to be fair, Phenom was quite a handsome man, especially since he had been through numerous gruelling battles in his day. He had a firm jaw, a ruggedly appealing face, and flowing dark brown hair. He matched the tall, dark, and handsome man to a tee. But where Phenom may have been gong a little overboard is announcing his warrior superiority in a bar full of the battlefield's finest battlers. He was a force to be reckoned with as he had proved numerous times, time and time again, but to speak troth, no matter who you are, you don't go flaunting that around people who in the past, have hung their opponents in an intestinal noose on a tree branch. Nevertheless, Phenom did not care who was present, he was going to find him a lady.