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Post by Ophelia Alseif on Aug 21, 2011 20:50:40 GMT -5
Ophelia looked at the man who now, for some odd reason, was standing in front her quite peeved. "My that gash looks much better now. How did you get it?" She said playing coy. He obviously could sense her mistrust, but she continued on with the act. She crossed her legs and glanced at Skeeter before returning the man's gaze.
Skeeter meanwhile was still in the room chasing Replica. He hadn't caught the floating mask, but that doesn't mean he was done! He tryed again to grab it, standing up wobbly on his hind feet and pawed at the mask with his front.
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Post by Imperator Arwen Hara on Aug 21, 2011 22:09:35 GMT -5
Arwen was wondering about the tension. “Why don’t we all just eat?” Arwen didn’t like the feeling of the room, and neither did Eliza…she did another Sweet Scent. It seemed to be her nervous move.
Replica came in and transformed into a weak version of Arwen…with a Ditto face, hoping to make people laugh. Curla came and served more sandwiches and sat the jester man down.
Arwen wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he had finished eating and set to work cleaning up the tiny shards of broken glass, some of which got into his bread, he ended up throwing it into the compost pit he hug into the wall of his house, he shut the wooden piece that kept the smell from reaching the rest of the house.
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Post by Ulrich Verdera on Aug 21, 2011 23:34:01 GMT -5
Ulrich held his tongue, his hand instinctively moving towards his satchel for Horus. He had an unquenchable desire to fight and in essense, pound that smirk off of her face. He glowered at her and without knowing it, felt his shoulders sag. His eyelids drooped slightly and he sat down with a soft grunt, still keeping an angry eye on Ophelia.
He raised his gaze upwards, his crimson eyes resting on the disturbingly squishy expression of the ditto Arwen. "Looks almost like a replica." He said wryly, drumming his fingers on the table. "Pardon my dry humor."
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Post by Ophelia Alseif on Aug 22, 2011 18:39:34 GMT -5
Ophelia laughed lightly, "It's like your pokemon is an air freshener!" She flipped her hair back and looked to Arwen, but still eyeing the Man. Ary watched the house with quiet intent. "By the way... We haven't asked your name. I am Ophelia Alseif, and you are?" She said to the man. It was the only question she could ask that wouldn't blow him up.
Skeeter was uninterested when the floating mask became a human. So he padded up to Ophelia, Mewed patheticly, and hopped into her lap. He layed there, being petted by Ophelia, purring loudly.
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Post by Ulrich Verdera on Aug 22, 2011 19:48:34 GMT -5
The young man grimaced inwardly, the thought of being asked his name now caused him to pale significantly. Oh god.. This brought back memories of last night. Being tied to that.. He shuddered involuntarily, ducking his head down. Should he attempt to pass off as Jehal again? The thought seemed unappealing.. What if these two were somehow Aladana clones? Strange, filled-with-lust, and now frightening Aladana clones?
Unknown to him, the time he spent sulking in horror seemed to drag on for at least a few minutes. "Ophelia.. Alseif?" He blinked slowly, raising his head up. The name sounded vaguely familiar to him. All he knew right now is that it wasn't the name of anybody from his country. This was a neutral zone was it not? He folded his hands and looked over at the wall almost embarassedly. Ulrich wanted to give out his name, but the whole thought of being in this ridiculous get-up was distasteful. "Verdara. And no. I don't wear things like this normally. Don't ask why." He muttered, glowering at the two with a dangerous glare.
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Post by Imperator Arwen Hara on Aug 23, 2011 14:43:54 GMT -5
"Verdara." Arwen said to himself, "Is that a first name or a last name?"
Arwen noticed a particular oddness that the man had on his face...he seemed to be in shock...a memory of some sort...he knew about that. Arwen saw the strange attire seemed to be uncomfortable, and it didn't seem to be something that he wanted to remain in, "I have some spare clothes if you would like to change, I see that you don't seem to like the suit, it seems a tad small anyways."
Arwen was glad the tension had died down, just like the food supply dwindled, he would need to go shopping later, again.
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Post by Ulrich Verdera on Aug 23, 2011 20:41:57 GMT -5
"L-last name.. Why? Is it strange?" He asked, bringing himself up warily. "My appologies.. I wouldn't want to give out any more information in a place like this. No offense to either of you two." Ulrich looked a bit surprised when Arwen offered to give him a new set of clothes. He almost grinned but managed to control his excitement through a small smile. "Yes, that would be nice. Could you?"
[Short post. Sorry.. D:]
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Post by Ophelia Alseif on Aug 24, 2011 22:10:48 GMT -5
Ophelia smiled. "Please!" She said in a laughable begging tone. "If I look at that ridiculous outfit one more time I'm going to pass out laughing." Noll flies into the room Hooing and Oooing in laughter. "By the way." Ophelia says as she munches on a samwich made by Arwen. "These are lovely samwiches Arwen. Can you teach me how to make them?"
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Post by Imperator Arwen Hara on Aug 24, 2011 22:23:42 GMT -5
Arwen laughed, "Sure Ophelia." He went to a cabinet and got some of his larger clothes, "These should fit you, you are a bit more muscular than I am, I apologize they aren't as colorful as the ones you have on."
He looked to Ophelia, "It's just day-old bread and some meat and herbs, it's not much, sometimes they are good with a good berry paste."
Arwen pointed to the back room, "You can change in the back if you wish. The clothes might be a little difficult to get on, but I promise they are comfortable."
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Post by Ulrich Verdera on Aug 24, 2011 22:32:00 GMT -5
Ulrich exhaled a sigh of relief, almost shaking his head swiftly when Arwen mentioned that he didn't have anything colorful. "No, no.. It's fine. Those didn't belong to me anyway." He muttered darkly, almost consumed with bitterness that he nearly clenched his fists. "I normally wear darker clothes. That gaudy outfit was not to my tastes." He bit back another response, no longer seeing why he had to defend his reputation here of all places. Without another word, he closed the door behind him and pulled off the jester pajamas. "Ugh.. Vile thing of nature." He muttered, giving it a small kick before he turned his back on it, pulling the shirt that he had recieved over his shoulders. "Thank you." Ulrich opened the back door, feeling much more relieved now that he was wearing something more comfortable.
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Post by Ophelia Alseif on Sept 3, 2011 23:22:24 GMT -5
Ophelia watched as "Verdara" disappeared into another room and closed the door. He returned in more natural colored clothes and she laughed a bit. "Maybe Ary should takes that outfit in the back and burn it. Save anyone else from looking that rediculous ever again." Ary also found this funny and tilted her head back with a "Aiiiiirrr!" Ophelia smiled and petted Ary's head. "I'm glad you think so too Ary."
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Post by Imperator Arwen Hara on Sept 3, 2011 23:34:00 GMT -5
Arwen was happy to see him in clothes that weren't so...uncomforable...and blinding...."Well, why don't you sit down and actually eat?" He laughed a little, "Certainly you must be hungry, I would be after traveling all day."
Arwen sat Verdara down and gave him some food. He seemed oddly forceful towards Ulrich, which even surprised Arwen, he distracted himself with something else, "Ophelia, what do you do? You seem to be a soldier, but why are you out and about in the forests?" He then turned to Verdara, "What brings you out this far?"
He was genuinely interested in what they both had to say, he sat down and started working on another sandwich, he must be starving.
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