Separate Happenings - Open Pre-Hunt Roleplay

[Vyn]

Daoni wandered aimlessly into the crowd, surprisingly calm within the mass of living bodies. He'd never been around so many others in his life, yet the chaos was almost soothing. After all, chaos was just another way to hide. In Chaos you were less likely to be discovered, and yet...it seemed all the most interesting subjects stuck out like sore thumbs.

For example, a very nervous Euclides which had chattered off his ear for a better part of the time he'd been there. The Lapine was quite scholarly and was rather happy to distract himself from all the sound and chaos and risk of being impaled by his own cast members with the pleasures of informing a withdrawn Defore about all there was to know about the Euclides, Amuni and even some notes about the Defore.

Finally, however, the Lapine had been lured away by a lovely little Marionette who had gotten herself into a spot of trouble with a rather large-looking Puppeteer and Daoni was forced to wander off.

Breaking through a wall of nipping bodies, Daoni found himself peering at a Defore who was looking very out of place. The Fire was frozen solid, like a deer in the headlights and could understand why. Everything was quite confusing, what was one to do about it? Undoubtedly not everyone had the luck of running into chatty scholars and many of the American Defore would have trouble figuring out the strange cousins around them.

Daoni gracefully slid through and the crowd, arriving at the horned-Canine's side...quite an oddity, but Daoni wasn't exactly the image of normality.

"Good evening."

He commented softly, his voice smooth and tranquil as always, like listening to the soft sigh of the sea. Years of learning to properly manage his voice had taught him all the most interesting little tricks, tricks which had now become second nature to him.

[tigs]

The piece she had her eye on, which he had so kindly pushed forward as his bet, was a three-layered silver necklace choker, one single sapphire on the second wrap of chain in the middle. Beautiful, elegant, and not too complex. It seemed like what she'd been looking for. Nervously, she nodded to the roll and tried her best to remain confident. "Nice roll." She said, taking the dice and smirking at his comment. Lovely? Her? She didn't think so. Not yet, anyway.

Doing a casual glance around, feeling a little silly for blowing on the die, she did it anyway and then bounced it around on a paw, eventually throwing it down. Her eyes remained neutral, widening only slightly along with her mouth, which gave a silent 'o'. The dice lie with six dots facing the ceiling. Somehow she'd managed a perfect roll. "Uneblievable." She commented with a lopsided smile. So this meant that she'd won, would he truly allow her one of his valuables.

"Are you sure... about that?" She asked, taking a moment to point at the necklace. It felt too easy, surely he'd miss the item! She hadn't even had anything to offer him, she'd had nothing to loose. It was rare to find giving Euclide, generosity wasn't a popular trait. She cautiously glanced at the brilliant silver now and then, innerly still both amazed and unsure.

((Before people jump in with powerplaying accusations, fera so kindly PMed me and told me she'd like for Saiba to win with a six roll ^^.))

[silverdust]

He watched the game, giving a slight smile as the die landed upon a six. Not so much out of joy for the youg one's winnings, but more the gaudy lapine's defeat. He didn't hold with luck or chance, those things taken out of him at an early age. He rather liked to believe he was in control of his own destiny. Chance was a dangerous game to play with, and he couldn't say Lady Luck had been especially kind on him. He caught the youngling's curious glance, but responded in none. There were no more words to say, he was an observer, not a social butterfly.

Still, he couldn't help but notice the two Defore that had wandered into the secluded area. The Marquis had had quite a library of the arcane, so he had more of a general knowledge about the brethren of overseas. The red canine looked in the hold of 'fight-or-flight' response, and his obvious discomfort gave him a slight tinge of pleasure. He was a Blood type after all, pain was beauty to him, one without the cold shine of gems and metals. He gave a slight smirk in their direction, his voice softly sardonic. "We're not going to bite your head off, at least not without warning."[/i]

[ferabird]

Executing a well-mannered bow, the lapine pressed the item forward. "I am bound by my dice." he conceded, though oddly if anything his grin grew only wider. Why, one might think he'd meant the dice to result thusly! There may be a shortage of generosity amonst their kind, but even this foreign script-writer understood the advantages of currying favor wherever possible. After all, he certainly made enough enemies by winning to match. "You have woefully broken my winning streak, lassie. Would ye' like a bit o' help putting it 'bout your neck?"

[FlyingPanther]

((I appologize for jumping out >.>;;;; I figured I'd join the new one and leave you guys to your own plot so you dont need to wait a bazillion hours for me to post >.>;;;)

At first Enko's tention went away slightly, looking to his side to find another feminine looking Defore. Opposite in most everything he was it seemed, he was a water type for one, and very calm in the face of all this turmoil. He had to admit to himself a bit of jelousy and annoyance of this quality. How could he be so calm when everything was so unfamiliar! Maybe he had not travelled to meet this forsaken creator quite as far as he had. Maybe he had been to this strange urban place before and knew the layout. Maybe he knew what all these strange creatures were. Or maybe...maybe he was just annoyingly calm about things. Enko snorts slightly.

His attetion is attracted to the creature in front of him, who calls to him. Some strange type he had never seen before...Fire maybe? He had the same cruelness to him that he knew to be common in other fires. Enko himself was one of the more passionate ones, rather then violent and prone to anger, however, as witnessed before by Daoni, he did have the tendancey to get slightly annoyed by things. However, at the mention of his head possibly being ripped from his body, his tail instinctivly tucked underneath his legs and his head lowered slightly to show off his impressive antlers before he could possibly stop himself. He slowly backed up into the street behind him, away from the possible new danger of these strange creatures before being suprised by a small fight that had broken out between some unknown creatures in the crowd rather close to him. Startled, he ran for the next open secluded area he could reach.

[Vyn]

Daoni watched Enko from the corner of his eye, keeping his main attention on the surging crowd around him. He was no where near as calm as he seemed, but he had decided there was nothing to do but accept the chaos for what it was, and to be thankful for the minor cover it gave him. Very few would notice one Water Defore out of all these unfamiliar faces, and even if they did, even fewer would recognize the carefully hidden melancholy in his eyes.

Obviously his assumption was not that far off, for even his company gave a jealous snort in his direction. Ah well.

However, he had no time to respond to the other before another sent him in a reckless retreat from the building. His silver eyes turned on the one who had spoken, cold optics narrowing though he didn't bother to waste his breath on him. With one swift motion he launched himself to his paws and turned gracefully before darting off after the Fire Canine.

He could appreciate the anxiety which must be coursing through the other Defore's veins, he could relate more than he'd ever admit. Such a crowded building was quite different from the emptiness of the sea or the tranquility of a wild forest. However, retreating into a crowd of restless and cramped creatures was not exactly the smartest things.

As intelligent as they all were, they were still animals and very few ignored the scent of fear.

[tigs]

Saiba nodded once to the generous lapine and made him attach it from the front. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she didn't trust anyone. And having someone breathing on her neck right now, might accidentally feed her hungers. She'd feel a little rude for winning his game of luck and then sucking the blood from his body. Just not proper etiquette you know.

Jirakaebi was mightily bored, and enjoying the show of others racing about below her, frolicking in their silly games. Socializing and being generous, kind. A nice thought, but so false. Nobody did anything for free, there was always a catch, and everyone was in to get the upper hand. Beauty did not lie in man made trinkets, beauty was a topic Jira avoided. For if she were to feel beautiful, well, the world must be a scarier place than she'd thought. She flexed her gloves, twice and lept over the head of her company, out into the broad lights. Bang-like mane fell into her eyes, left from her half-shift to anthro form, the necklace she wore burrowed into her dark fur and was almost invisible.

The electric green markings in her fur were phantom-like in the dim lights and haze of must and bodies. Her eyes seemed to be carved from crystalline stones, reflecting the spark of distrust and rebelliousness hidden within her. Beaten but not broken, standing where so many would have fallen. She was prideful to a point, but pride was the only thing she had left, along with being most likely the most powerful one in the room. Sure, she had her faults, but through the incident and mixing breeds, she'd doubled her intellect, strength, and defense. Nobody was invincible though. She needed something more, a purpose until she could find information on her past. A way to train and better herself. She was still too emotional, too unbalanced. She needed some time to find herself, before she could continue with her personal matters.

Now her curiosity was struck. With everyone here, this had to be of importance. Whatever it was, she wanted in on it. She would speak with whoever commanded that strange signal. Shoving through the crowd forcefully, she made for a closed door. After pushing, knocking, and prying a few times, she figured they were nicely locked up and waiting for something, and she'd not soon get in. She gave a cold, weightless gaze to those staring at her, and then made a most hideous face at them, mockingly.

"It's not polite to stare."

[silverdust]

Isisbia found it a slightly interesting distraction to watch the Ravenge try to break down the door. She lay on a high pile of boxes, stacked perilously close to the ceiling and shaking for all the bodies ramming into its support. It wasn't a very safe place to be, but she was an insanity, and what kind of insanity sought the safe side of things? The voices in her head were arguing about her current choice in spot, but as usual, she ignored the voices ranting and echoing in the recesses of her mind. Ooh, ouch, definitely were starting to brawl in there.

Besides, the high vantage point gave her the advantage of hiding her extra limbs and tritail, those sordid mutations that she couldn't decide whether to hate of enjoy. For now, she hid them as best she could, getting a slight sadistic kick as well as a pang of sadness and anger at the often horrified expressions when others saw her extra limbs. She was feeling in a practically masochistic mood tonight, heightened by the smell of blood that pervaded the air about her. As the Director below issued her bitter sentiment, she let out a reckless laugh.

"Hard not to, what with making a spectacle of yourself, dear."

Such careless words and tone to a beast that far outranked her, and the voices were silenced for a brief moment in shock. Something in the air made it such a fine night to die.

[tigs]

Cold, irritated eyes sought the speaker immediately, and she sighed, smirking and giving a purposefully rude 'hmph' under her breath. "Spectacle? Hardly. I'm just trying to actually do something about the current situation. Unlike the lot of you." She couldn't care less if they all came at her. It would be their own foolishness. But the one on the boxes seemed the most promising one. Perhaps it was worth waiting around to see what the feline would say.

She parked a seat at the bottom of the boxes, waiting expectantly. Her pose clearly explained 'I left my hiding spot, now get down here and give up yours'. If she didn't, Jira would leave. Simple. Where she would go, she didn't know. The number of bodies was beginning to get on her edgy side, and she felt so exposed. Her confidence was not confidence at all, merely a lack of care for her own health and safety. Though she was a revenge, her spirit was dimned. Two months alone, mourning multiple losses, hiding in shame, crying out in despair. It had been the hardest thing to endure that she could ever have imagined. She was still alone, always would be alone. Who could bear the company of such a mistake of nature? Such a fiend, so reluctant to let anyone in. Such a hopeless case.

In her self loathing, she loathed others. For she had found the ability to pick apart the flaws of others, and through this she learned how terrible everyone really was. Even those who seemed innocent, they had their charred wings. It was disgusting and she despised the life forms around her, because every single one of them carried some form of what she'd seen in those humans. If only there could be someone who just accepted that they were what they were and stopped playing games. It wasn't the personality flaws in themselves that disgusted her, it was the way people folded them up and stashed them away, like dirty laundry found left arounf just as the prudish rich guests arrive. Then feigned perfection through a curtain of seduction and charm, or perhaps innocence and frailty.

She was the monster she was, but she was one of the few true innocents. Yet she was a victim. Perhaps it was a word of warning about the true face of the world?

[silverdust]

The feline wanted her to come down, oh, this should be fun. How would such a burned and scarred creature find her, perfect in body but for those horrid mutations, still clean and whole but twisted in her own way. Let it be then, besides, half the voices in her head were screaming at her to leave the Director well enough alone, she wasn't the only one in the body and they deserved to live too!! She gave them a wicked spitting thought, 'just you try and stop me,' while the others hooted and urged her to go down, to face that creature and show her no fear, fear she was perhaps used to seeing.

Isisbia stood and jumped down in one fluid motion, perfectly graceful and perhaps even moreso for the spidery dance of her six legs. Her tritail whipped around around her in a serpentine dance. She was flouncing these things that she usually hid, because the Revenge had asked her and the air in this place was too thick with secrets. She only hid these appendages because they were the only things she could hide, her emotions and fears stripped away and shown to the world because the voices wouldn't shut up and she had no control of her own mind. What could she decide that wasn't influenced by them, what could she feel without their whispers?

"There's nothing you can do, bang as you like at the door," her tone was bored, not necessarily superior but pointing out the futility of her struggles with an inanimate object. "They're powerful enough to call us here, they'll do as they wish when they feel like it. We're not part of their plans yet."

She gave her a sardonic smile. "Don't you hate being controlled?"

[tigs]

Jira simply blinked once, a minor note of confusion hidden well in her face before it went back to a blank mask. Was she a victim of some cruel torture or was this a natural mutation? She seemed proud of it for some reason, but who was she to judge? There seemed to be many things left unsaid about this particular femme, and Jira was never one to pry, but to know the secrets of another was a good enough goal to start out with minor conversation. What better did she have to do anyway? She was not wanted nor needed anywhere else. A familiar feeling.

"It was worth a try. Obviously I've stopped." She replied, casually to ease some of the rudeness out of her blunt comment. Not to mention, Jira was much used to getting her way as far as inanimate objects went. She had a way of persuading them to do just what she wanted. Predictably enough, it usually involved brute strength somehow.

"Perhaps I'm not one for waiting at someone's beck and call. Especially when my being here is a waste of time. If they want an assassin, fine, but this seems like some big *&%$!@# beauty pageant in the making to me." Her eyes fell coldly on the airheaded marionettes around her, flaunting their worthless beauty, using their faulty charm. Pathetic. The equivalent of a human blonde cheerleader. Oh sure, a lot of them liked to pretend they were dangerous, but Jira was willing to bet she could slap some sense into them...

She rubbed her gloved hands against the cold ground and drew some comfort from that, and then noticed she'd stood without meaning to. Calmly, she sat back down and cleared her throat. "I'm Jirakaebi, or Genesis. Long story." There, an introduction. Polite to a tee, and almost empty of her usual scornful, dark humoured tone.

[silverdust]

Isisbia slid gently back onto her back legs, her tail still an indication of her erratic mood, switching and curling as if it had a mind of its own. She gave the feline another look over. Black was not the usual color of Revenges, not that she could remember, and she smelled like acid, and bitterness. Some story it must be, behind the dual names. That was alright, she had seen her share of 'unique' individuals that evening, and she herself was no testament to the standard.

"Isisbia," she stated, her voice still holding that smooth, vague tone that came as second nature to her. "Castless, as I presume you might be, since you don't seem to have a respect for authority."

She glanced over at the pretty marionettes, but she could see no Quin'Seriibi in their midsts. Nor Jadereith, who wasn't a marionette but liked to believe so. The voices in her head were arguing, again, but this time it was insistent and annoying, both trying to control her action. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" she yelled at them, not caring if anyone took insult. After all, she did mention that it was a nice night to die.

Calmly, she turned her face toward Genesis, resuming the conversation as if nothing had happened, her smile saccharine poison. "Try living with a Marionette, then you can complain."

[tigs]

Authority? She'd seen no 'authority'. "There's no authority to disrespect. Show me some and maybe things will change." She shrugged it off with a sassy flick of her tail. She rather didn't like being judged, surprising for one who'd been judged her whole life. Some things you just never get used to. Isisbia seemed to be inspecting her strange look, and she let her, not like it mattered. They seemed to have an unspoken understanding, they both had their 'oddities', and so instead of the repulsed curiosity that came from strangers, their curiosity for one another was merely of interest.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you Isisibia." She didn't know much more of what to say. She'd never really been a very good conversationalist. She'd never made an attempt at casual chitchat. There'd been no reason and no point, why bother? Embarassing herself wasn't a favoured pasttime.

Pretty? Perhaps, to some. To Jira, they were ugly. Personality made someone beautiful, looks were just looks. Putting too much emphasis on them would be someone's downfall for sure. Perhaps someone's lover would go through a vicious attack, fire, or disease. Suddenly they are unattractive. If that's all that you held dear about them, then what would you do? Those looks are gone, shattered. Beauty is fragile, uncertain, undependable. A personality can rarely be mangled and destroyed.

She had plenty of time to think on all this. "I personally wasn't speaking. Sounds quiet to me." She shrugged, not lingering on the event herself, though multiple glances and whispers were sent towards both of them. None seemed to take personal offence, as it was obvious she'd been in conversation with Jira. Lucky Isisbia.

"I do, technically. Three. But, I tend to roam, and keep them away from me." She shrugged, none of the marionettes she'd known had been too intent on bothering her or sticking around anyway. She just went and did her own thing, they did theirs. Funny how they were the happy ones.