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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:52 am
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 Flo blow a small breath of fire to warm her cooling tea glass. Cold tea was simply awful.
"Hmmm...not much of a tea party if I'm the only one taking part in the drinking. Poor Gordon, he went to such trouble too. Still I'm not the one carrying a dangerous artifact around my neck with no clue as to how it came to be or what's its true purpose is. So Mademoiselle Kurai, as its in your best interest to learn these things, I would advise you shove your usually impatient someplace nice and comfy." her claws extended as the tapetum lucidum caused her eye to reflected brightly against the oil lights. "Because to be perfectly franked I brought you here to see whether I need to send you back to your master in pieces. And make no mistake I can deliver on that." Flo yawned, stretching one arm out, and adapted a more friendlier tone. "But seeing as you seem to be in the dark of Catherine's little show, why don't you set back and relax. You'll get your turn in the hot seat, besides Nuriko is the singer not me. "
Pouring herself another glass, she added two more cubs, and stirred slightly. "Though she does have a point" looked back to the fairy, "do speak plain, and just come out with it already."
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:28 am
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Kurai ignored Catherine's remark. She never underestimated anyone, but it really was bugging her now. She kept her attention on Flo.
"Oh, no thank you. Tea doesn't agree with me," Kurai said pleasantly. "And anyway, you don't have to bother ripping me to shreds if you decide on that. This body doesn't matter to me, and I'll survive. If you find some other way to kill me, let me know... It'll be like destroying a piece of my master, which is what Ni--" she stopped abruptly. Kurai had no intention of bringing Nick into the conversation.
"Well, the world would be better off without Sonneillon," she finished.
Still, Kurai took the bar manager's word for it and settled herself into a more comfortable postion in her seat. They were going to be here for quite a while, it seemed, and she wasn't really crazy about making things violent. They were locked in a room, three powerful, ready-to-jump females. It would be one heck of a catfight, that's for sure. |
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:02 pm
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Kurai chose to ignore that comment about being in love with... Oh for crying out loud. It sent shudders down her spine just thinking about it. Determined to change the topic, she took a whiff of the glass handed to her. She never got drunk anyway, so it was worth a shot. Hmm. It smelled like her kind of drink.
Carefully, she took a sip and felt it sear her throat like a shot of lava. Whoa, that's some seriously good stuff. She drank a bit more.
Licking her lips a little, she grinned. "Catherine, make this easy for us already. Just tell us what's up with the attitude shift."
While waiting, Kurai shifted in her seat. The drink that felt like some super caffeine at the beginning had woken up every part of her; it was like her nerves were aflame and her senses were keener than before. Without even trying, she felt Nick's presence just beyond the door, pinpointing his exact location in the bar. Then suddenly, a wave of sound and sight engulfed her--Kurai could feel every one else who was in the premises. She heard every breath, every footstep, every tinkle of the glass on the countertop, even the patter of the rain outside. Looking around her, it was like seeing everything with a pair of eagle eyes; it was too sharp, too vivid. It was extremely disorienting, like someone was pricking needles at the edges of her vision.
It cleared off in a minute, and she could control herself again.
Kurai coughed, gripping the armrest, and glared at Flo who was watching her with an amused expression. So she had planned this, huh?
What the hell...
She coughed again, shaking her head to get rid of the remains of the overwhelming sensation.
"Flo... You're a nasty piece of work, you know that...?"
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Nick finally got off from his bed and walked towards the main bar. It was awefully quiet there, and most of the staff and guests arent around. Shaking the thought that they could already be dead, Nick just sat by the window and watched the rain pour. He knew this momentary peace will come to an end very soon. 
