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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/1/2016 10:32:08 AM
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[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]
