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11/1/2016 2:40:47 AM
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[i]The courtyard soon had two new arrivals to its party, both of the newcomers being members of the Dojo itself. The two were outfitted in suits and costumes that seemed rather befitting of their personalities, to say the least. [/i] [i]The first of the two was a five foot seven inch tall woman, her body athletically thin and slightly muscular, although she was far from having abs or something of the sort. She had an hourglass posture, standing straight and pridefully as she entered the courtyard. Her angular, slightly tanned face had a wide grin of joy etched upon it, while a small, fake mustache was under her nose. Her eyes were a light brown, although she she happen to be wearing a strap-on black fabric mask that wrapped around her head, one that a bandit or duelist would've worn. A black bandana hid away her dirty blonde hair, while a braid fell from the back of her head and onto her back. The woman's outfit was a medieval style shirt, crafted out of black fabric and held together by thin strings. Her pants and boots were similar to this style. Finally, she had a silver and steel rapier holstered at her side, held to her waist by a leather strap. The woman was Ren, and for those that had watched "The Princess Bride", she was clearly being one of the main characters from the famous movie; Wesley, a duelist in love with a young woman named Buttercup. It seemed odd that Ren would dress up as a male, but perhaps she simply liked the idea, or thought it was funny. [/i] [i]The secondary figure was also feminine, except in a much more hardcore costume. She stood at six foot three, her entire body hidden away by a plastic and carbon suit of Daedric Armor: a suit of armor tinted with ebony and dark metal to form an intimidating armor set, which included several sharp, jagged pieces that protruded from the fingernails, helmet, shoulders, elbows, and knees. The armless was also tinted a deep blood red, to add onto the already demonic look. A black helmet hid away the face of the woman, spikes protruding from the back of it like horns. To complement the armor, the woman also had a three foot long black steel and ebony sword at her side, the blade jagged and spiked similarly to the armor suit. Although the figure was unidentifiable due to the armor, one could recognize her voice as the Vileblood herself; Irina.[/i]
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  • [spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c3/63/0b/c3630b8fe10975758963460490895940.jpg[/spoiler] [b]The two figures remained silent for the most part, their narrow eyes scanning the crowd. The girl spoke up first, in a firm, yet, matching her size, incredibly soft voice. [/b] [u]Demon?[/u] Demon. [b]The mans voice, like the girls, was hard, heavy like an unmoving rock, yet seemed almost a whisper. [/b] [u]The other one, I'm not sure. [/u] [b]A pause... Before he answered. [/b] Hm... Fighter? [u]Fighter.[/u] [b]Their apparel was odd, to say the least. One would assume they wore armor to tribute to the gladiators of old, but unlike a costume, they would avoid food and drink spills as expertly as possible, meaning it held some value. [/b]

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    [i]The other two didn't care for spills or messes, but the duelist did notice the two warrior-like figures scanning both her and the one wearing the armor. She felt as though they weren't exactly there for partying, and thus felt more and more suspicious.[/i] [i]After a moment, the duelist began heading towards the two, pulling the demonic figure alongside her towards them. The secondary female groaned a little, muttering apologies to those she was just talking to. Afterwards, she proceeded to follow the fighter, who was heading straight towards the two warrior-like figures.[/i]

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  • [b]The man nodded, and the smaller girl disappeared into the crowd, her small size concealing her. However, one could simply look for the peculiar styled hair. The remains of the two leaned against the wall, a grim line of a mouth across his face, where he then crossed the muscular arms. The closer the pair got, the more disturbed he seemed to be, eventually debating to leave, before quickly dispelling the idea. By the time the woman reaches him, he had so ok picked up a glass of punch, a slight shake is his hand. He gave a half-hearted smile.[/b] Ladies.

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    "Sir." [i]The duelist spoke first, with a soft yet stern voice. She stared right into the man's eyes with a look of suspicion. She didn't know why they were here. But she didn't like it.[/i] [i]Meanwhile, the "demon", or Daedra, had broken away to go after the small girl. She wasn't suspicious or relatively caring about the girl at all. She just wanted to start up a conversation, for once.[/i]

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  • [spoiler]I an have the girl return, or we can do two/one conversation(s)[/spoiler] [b]The man stood still, his crosses arms rippling with strain. His eyes looked sideways, in an attempt to look away from the girl, until he realized it was no use, simply giving another twisted smile, not evil no, but more it pained him to do it. To dispel the air between them, he nodded with a simple.[/b] How are you? [b]The girl on the other hand, was easier to spot than a man with a neon coat. She shuffled through the crowd, reaching a point where she could keep an eye on the man, and an eye out for the woman in armor. She grabbed a drink nearby with a shaking hand and took a sip to calm her nerves. A dastardly night, indeed. [/b]

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    [spoiler]We can do two conversations. Sure.[/spoiler] "...Good. You don't look too happy yourself, though. Something wrong?" [i]Now, the duelist seemed to have a much more caring tone, although the tint of suspicion was still in her brown eyes as she stared up at the muscular man. She did want to know why the man was acting so oddly; it was a Halloween party. Why so serious, she wondered..[/i] [i]As for the armored woman bumping through the thick crowd of cheering men and woman, she was still looking for the girl, and eventually saw the hair. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching could be heard behind the much shorter girl. The armored one was coming.[/i]

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  • *Quincy, slightly less intoxicated than earlier, walks by not noticing Irina. Irina on the other hand, notices Quincy. (please dont immediately try killing me)*

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    [i]Irina didn't immediately lose her shit just yet, but instead casually waved towards Quincy with a clawed hand. She had gotten over the past. She just hoped that Quincy did as well.[/i]

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  • *Quincy nervously smiled (in a good way, i guess) and shyly waved back, half hoping she came over to chat*

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    [i]Irina had thought about engaging someone in a conversation. She hadn't done something like that in years, but...she'd figure that she would start talking to Quincy. She walked towards him, eventually stopping.[/i] "...Hey."

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  • H-hi Irina, hows it going? *Quincy said in a dazed-ish tone, probably thanks to all the soda he had drunk*

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    "Good, good. How are you doing? You look drunk." [i]The Vileblood sounded like a robot, yet there was some emotion within her voice. It was quite peaceful...and loving. As if she actually liked Quincy now.[/i]

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  • Im definitely doing better. yeah -hic- im just a tad buzzed -hic- on orange soda.. it has different affects on canines than humans.. fortunately -hic- it wont last too long..

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    "...Good. What about you? You don't sound too well." [i]It had been quite a while since Irina had gotten drunk, but she knew about how Quincy felt. She'd keep him out here, probably for partying reasons.[/i]

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  • Nahh, im fine,just a little -hic- dizzy... mightve been the soda.. -hic- *two things are immediately noticeable about Quincy, 1.) He's slightly off balance. and 2.) He's only wearing bright orange running shorts*

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    "...Yeah, I...I see that." [i]A low chuckle escaped the dark helmet that Irina had slid on for her Halloween outfit. Perhaps she found comedy in this.[/i] "I think you should rest for a bit. Don't want anything bad to happen. Especially to you."

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  • Edited by Pamhakat: 11/2/2016 12:45:34 AM
    Yeah... yeah, rest sounds nice.. Thanks.. for caring -hic- *Quincy smiles. Even though his mind is a little cloudy, he's still overjoyed that he and Irina were fine now, past incident set aside* Uhm.. -hic- how do i get out of here?

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    "...I could try pulling you to your home. Don't know where you actually live, but..." [i]Irina was one of the tallest and technically, due to her armor, among bulkiest people there. She would probably be able to pull Quincy out of the party rather easily.[/i]

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  • Ive been staying over in -hic- Sketch's house in his living room -hic-. i sleep in a box. with a pillow, and blankets... -hic- *Quincy seems to be exhausted*

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    "Sketch's house. Okay." [i]Immediately, Irina's clawed hand wrapped around Quincy's arm and began pulling him towards the general direction of Sketch's home, bumping past several partying people, knocking drinks over, and causing commotion as she did so. And the best thing was that she didn't even care.[/i]

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  • *Quincy stumbles after Irina, passing by the havok she caused, chuckling a little as he saw someone get up who had had a sheep thrown in their face* whee... *Quincy rubs his eyes with his other hand/paw*

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    "Chillax." [i]Irina grinned under her helmet at the sight of Quincy, before resuming her rather chaotic behavior, pushing through men and women with relative ease. Yells of "Hey, watch it!" and swearing could be heard as and passed.[/i]

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  • *as they progressed through the crowd, Quincy seemed to stumble more and more, tripping on loose things here and there. *

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    [i]After noticing this, Irina got a little angry.[/i] [i]She suddenly lifted Quincy up with both hands, placing him over her shoulder and beginning to sprint through the crowd. Funny enough, the spikes protruding outwards from her shoulder seemed to hold Quincy in place, while the claws on her gauntlets only lightly gripped him and still held him on.[/i]

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  • *Quincy bounced around on her shoulders, enjoying the view. he felt taller, being able to see over everyone's heads*

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