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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 7:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 12:23 am
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The adventure in the strange swamp jungle land with strange high tree houses had been interesting enough, he supposed. Full of climbing, jumping, trees and flashbacks of events that had happened or hadn't happened long ago, just all within a normal day's thoughts really.
That was not to say it wasn't easy for Okeanos to fall back into his old habits near the Sein Lagoon, quickly retaking his home from any rascal mice who thought they could dominate over him. His presence was a weight on the world because he was the most powerful, after all, hence why he lived with such a powerful body of water, the ocean...
The naiad, today, was lounging in a tree, legs still wet as they hung over the side of a branch. ... Of course, by lounging, it was really meant hanging upside down in a tree much like a bat, playing with the odd flute he had gained possession of during their trip into the forest.
Curiously, he brought it to his lips, and pondered blowing into it.
He didn't.
In his position, Okeanos noticed Cressida before she noticed him, but he made no effort to approach her. The green demon was curious, to Okeanos, especially with the way she kept approaching him much like she was a foolish fish drawn to the angler's dangling light...
Heh.
Tartara Seabreeze Okeanos wonders, what exactly keeps bringing this girl over here...
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:04 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 11:24 am
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Was she going to leave? How oblivious to her surroundings she was! Such easy prey, the green one was. Her camouflage offered her little benefit in the location there were in, clovered tail useless as a limp leg.
Okeanos stayed quiet, choosing to observe even as she turned to leave -- and then placed her hand on her face with a loud smack. She spotted him. At her words, the naiad cackled, a devious smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Was he toying with her, or was he trying to be playful?
.. Hard to say.
The naiad swung with his legs, back and forth, before flinging himself off, doing a flip in the air, and landing on his feet.
Very agile.
"Perhaps, Green. Would it have killed you to keep walking towards the cliff side, there?" The head tilt he gave was fairly inquisitive.
Tartara Seabreeze He says no luck with that, greenie...
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 12:22 pm
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"But Green, how can you know? You do not know the capabilities of my physique. Perhaps I am adept at diving into waters."
Considering he was a naiad, the adeptness would make sense, but then, he had never shown her he could do so. And the cliff he was pointing at was not exactly a low one...
At her next works, Okeanos stared at her lips, like he was reading them though he could clearly hear them. His lips copied the motions of her, though no sounds released, as he moved a bit closer to her. After a few seconds of total silence that stuck to skin like sand, he let out a loud, merry laugh. "That is a question indeed, Green!"
Yes, it was...
"You are leading. Are you hoping I declare you special?"
Okeanos seemed ... amused.
Then again, he always did.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 3:06 pm
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Her face was turning interesting colors. Was it about to explode? Perhaps in a shower of rainbow or clovers like the tail that flicked and the antennae that bit--
Her words earned further laughter, a sly grin on his face making its way into his eyes. Once again, she tried to pivot, trying to press her own topic when he had already given her quite a flaw. There was a moment or two that ticked by, Okeanos looking at her with a suddenly very serious look, staring at her though he seemed to be looking beyond her -- that was gone in a moment, just as suddenly as it arrived.
"I must observe any prey that comes to my territory."
That was ominous.
"But your no was too delayed, your face changed too many colors like a chameleon. I know your secret, Green, and it is that your face could be named Red."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:32 pm
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The remark on using her actual name came back with some level of bite, but all the bite left him doing was laughing. He seemed to gain far more amusement out of her than she was gaining out of him...
Okeanos caught her save, but decided not to press this one further, because the question about the "horn" and the "coin" actually managed to catch his attention. He still held the musical instrument behind his back, and when it was mentioned, he carefully looked over his shoulder to make sure it was still there.
In what was probably the most straight-forward response he had ever given in the entirety of his life on Telrunya, Okeanos simply replied, "No."
He still had the coin and the horn, that meant.
"If you are asking after the coin, have you done something with yours?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 5:12 am
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Okeanos listened to her, for a few moments, nodding sagely when she described what she was doing. He then tilted his head the other way and repeated the action.
He paused, for a moment, as if pondering what she said, before he suddenly launched and circled around her, much like a vulture circling their prey. His legs stopped in front of her, and he poked her in the chest with a force that was a bit unnecessary for a poke, though he didn't seem to acknowledge that much or care about it either. There was a twinkle in his eyes that did not make its way to his voice when he said, "You walked here simply to ask me about a thing when you have done nothing useful with it yourself, and call it by disappointing when you have influence over those actions..."
His voice was inquisitive, at best. Cold at worst.
"Why would you expect a different result from me when you have not done anything of the same? Why would I let go of my treasures from the phantom retelling we were privy to?"
A pause, before he stepped back a few steps.
"Green ventured all the way to the cliffside to ask me such a question?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 4:28 pm
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Okeanos saw her avert her gaze, refusing to look him in his eyes, and he repositioned himself, his arms crossing and his gaze angling down. He almost looked -- disdainful, or maybe just villainous, for a moment --
More excuses poured out of her lips, though he certainly knew them for what they were. She liked it there, she may have, but if she just liked it there she would not have attempted to leave when she did not see him. It would be a waste of a trip then, to just walk to glance off the cliff for mere moments before leaving.
And she was right -- he walked the line between madness and malice, but he was intelligent. He wouldn't get away with it otherwise.
Wanted to make sure you weren't dead yet.
His eyes glinted, his glance lowering a bit to face her more directly, approaching once again. Playing with danger, he reached up, placing his fingers near the snapping antennae.
"You care for my well-being," he noted, voice sing-song and positively grating, "If you wish to know when I am dead, I can tell my mellon to send you a missive..."
But he knew that wasn't it.
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