Timestamp: Tessera, 81379 Location: Black Market or Em's apartment (depends where the rp goes) Character: Empebepoul azsju-sajjatsjeul Wearing: tight blue jeans, black halter top, silver bracer on left wrist, street boots (black leather) Warnings: May contain cursing and/or violence Empebepoul walked along the stalls that made up the black market, occasionally seeing an oddity, then reaching in her pocket and not finding enough money. Her scuffed up street boots barely made any sound as they hit the pavement, then again she hadn't ladden them with chains as was the style. She stopped at a booth that she knew she had money for, she had an in with tender. <span style='color:#FF0080'>"Hey Torch, got anything new?"</span> The fey looked up. "Well we got a 'shipment' of sniper rifles yesterday" She offered. <span style='color:#FF0080'>"Oh, you know me better than that,"</span> "Fine, come behind here," Torch said as she pulled Empebepoul towards the back of the stall. When it got too dark for Torch to see, although Em whas doing just fine, she conjoured up a red and white fire ball. She lifted the top off of a box to reveal an odd weapon, at the base of it the handle was covered with a one edged blade and then became much like a whip, save for the triple bladed axe at the end. <span style='color:#FF0080'>"How much?"</span> Em asked. "Nineteen ruby pieces, but for you only a single platnum piece," Torch whispered. <span style='color:#FF0080'>"Okay I'll take it."</span> Em said as she reached for the weapon. So she might not have been the greatest fighter, but if you grew up in bhim you tended to have some rudementary skills at the least. She handed Torch a disk-like platnum coin with an odd symbol on it and walked out of the tent and onto the streets, when she felt that someone was following her.
Character: Damien Umdal Clothing: none, just a silver chain around his neck, two diamond blades in his firey mane, and a gold armlet on each paw with engraveings. Damien had taken the notion on this morning to take a walk, being headache free and for once happy, social interaction would be good... Looking through the stalls with calm amber eyes a unusal creature, He couldnt put a paw on what breed she was, intrigued he followed her quietly, What was she? He coughs slightly and his eyes shoot to her wings looking for suspicion, none he can notice... Again he follows her... maybe he should stop her, say hello...? <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> hey dont mind if i humor you do ya? </td></tr></table>
Empebepoul coninued to walk, ignoring the stranger, until finally she became curious. Who was he? Why on Ramath would he follow her? The second one was a given, but she felt the need to ask herself anyway. She turned around, careful to keep her new weapon from lashing out. <span style='color:#FF0080'>"Uhm...are you lost or something?"</span> She asked. She knew the anubi probably wasn't lost, but she felt ought to ask anyway. She 'looked' him over, as far as she could tell his pelt was a blue of some sort, probably rather dark, with patches of green, she couldn't tell where, but she didn't mind, she was used to it by now. The aspect that really caught her were his eyes. For some reason she never had trouble with figuring out what color they were. <span style='color:#FF0080'>Amber, nice shade too</span> She thought, waiting for an answer. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Humor is good</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:orange'>i was just walking about... Getting some fresh-well kind of fresh air...</span> And as if to prove his point he took a deep breath, the fire on his mane flaring up with the extra oxygen. She was so intriguing to him, by far she had the most beautiful wings he had seen in his life time. His thoughts amplified from his mouth as he though about this. <span style='color:orange'>You have the most lovely wings...</span> he winced before starting again. <span style='color:orange'>what i meant to say is, i'm Damien pleased to meet you...</span>
Em laughed, it was a bell-like sound. <span style='color:FF0080'>"Thanks, I don't get compliments much."</span> She said offering a hand. <span style='color:FF0080'>"The name is Empebepoul azsju-sajjatsjeul, but that's a bit of a mouth-full, you can call me Em or Eb or...I'm rambling aren't I?"</span> She said, the last bit more to herself than Damien. <span style='color:FF0080'>Nice name</span> She thought than found herself voicing her opinion aloud, something that she did not often do. <span style='color:FF0080'>"I like your name and your eyes, stunning shade that they are."</span> Em said, the irony of the comment though seemed to hang in the air before her.
Damien couldn't help but smile at the unusal femme before him, Taking her hand when she offered he lightly grasped it in a gentle shake. She was only rambling slightly... maybe the compliment had thrown her off? <span style='color:orange'>Don't worry, you were hardly rambling, and i thank you for your compliment.</span> Taking a breath, he let go of her hand. Pushing a bangle down on his arm absently. He had never seen her around here before, and if she lived here he was bound to notice. Then again it had been a while... <span style='color:orange'>Do you live around Bhim? Or you just here to inspect the weaponry?</span> He indicated with a nod to the metal shining in the light. It was an unusal weapon, but then the two blades he had in his mane of fire were not exactly the norm.
Em glanced at her new weapon. No it was not normal, but unlike the typical street fighters she did not like guns or swords. She much preferred the whips in her small collection, she just found them much more accurate. <span style='color:FF0080'>"Yes, I do live around here, but i don't get out much. Too many racists out there that are just itching to get a paw on a dargon that resembles a kosa."</span> Em shuddered inwardly at the last bit. She still couldn't understand how 'dragons could judge one another just by appearences. Although she could not see the reasoning to much, despite her "'dragon watching" for story material. withdrawing from her pensive of thought she looked at Damien, she 'saw' two glints of silver in his firey mane. She didn't think much of it though, she'd seen odder things in her journeys.
Ems' tone suggested that she wasn't a Kosa, and damien took note. He liked her weapon choices, it would throw off many in this city, all they were interested in were swords and guns. Magick and the weapons of the old, were a rarity... She was looking at his mane for a second, Maybe it was a wondering of what he had placed in them? Or maybe she thought he was wearing a clip of sorts? Either way he took them out and hid them in his armlet. <span style='color:orange'>Thats' a big problem around here... i get aswell on occasion, i'm not like most anubis' and they take me for a half breed...</span> He smiled thoughtfully at this. Looking at her again. she seemed quite etchy about her breed, so he wouldn't ask. <span style='color:orange'>There is a nice place uptown... Serves the best food and drink in town... Would you care to join me?</span> It was certainly a jump in subject, but he was getting hungry, and well she was indeed a rare type.
If the compliment had thrown Em off balance then the invitation to join him threw her for a loop. It took her a second to react. <span style='color:FF0080'>"That'd be, nice"</span> She said, pausing before she said the last word. Em had also noticed that Damien had moved whatever it was that had glinted in the sun to his wrists. She still couldn't tell what the objects were, but she honestly didn't care. The half breed comment registered in her mind. Her brow furrowed slightly. <span style='color:FF0080'>"I get that occasionally, though you wouldn't be able to tell except for my tails,"</span> she said, flicking both of them forward. <span style='color:FF0080'>"And my paws"</span> She immeadietly wished she hadn't said anything, her paws were most definetly not her favorite feature.
<span style='color:orange'>I noticed, but you suit it, You must pack one hell of a punch!</span> Damien added, before cringing at the way it sounded -corny- But what the hey! he'd recover. He furrowed his brow at the same time as Em, thinking about the half breed thing, And his white wings and weird fire-mane. Finally he made an effort to say something in relation to her earlier comment... <span style='color:orange'>I usually get it because of the mane of fire thing i have going on, and my white wings. Anubis' generally don't have wings or Bodily fire...</span> He paused for thought. <span style='color:orange'>Lets head uptown then, its' basically right in front of you as you get out of the market, Ever been to 'Rica Verrcetti'?</span> This was where he planned on taking them, the upmarket, ever-so-posh restaurant thatr many had to wait months to get in, However, Damien had once helped the owner from a rather sticky situation, so was always guarented a table.
Em smiled at the comment about her punches. They didn't always hit their target, but when they did, yes it was one hell of a punch. She looked at him. <span style='color:FF0080'>"I think the white wings and mane of fire looks good"</span> she said, not that her opinion mattered much, but she felt she'd put in her two cents. She thought for a moment. <span style='color:FF0080'>"I've heard of it, never gotten in, it's always too busy..."</span> Then something clicked in her brain. <span style='color:FF0080'>"Sorry in advance if this seems rude, but you have a reservation?"</span> She asked incredulously. She was used to being blunt and had never been at a loss for remarks or qestions. Often such things made other 'dragons shy away, she didn't want to do the same to Damien. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the crappiness, i'm out of ideas >.<</td></tr></table>
He smiled at both her two cents, aswell as her forwardness. At least she asked, rather than have her look worried while they walked to his favourite place. <span style='color:orange'>I always have a reservation, i'm a friend of the owner...</span> Damien left it at that, She could ask more if she wanted, but he wanted to ask about her weapons choice. It was intruging, like the rest of her. <span style='color:orange'>I like your choice in weapon... Do you have a trainer? or is it all self taught?</span> He Tapped her arm to indicate the direction he was going in, Rica Vercetti was in sights now. He also deciced that, he may as well put the weapons back in place, He had been jumped by people thinking he was of the higher classes, looking for money from the rich. The blades were in place.
Em was a bit suprised that Damien was a friend of the owner. Last time she had tried to get in the owner had been openly hostile to her and a few other 'dragons that had come in after her. <span style='color:FF0080'>"The vendor that I bought this,"</span> She gestured to the whip she held in her left paw, <span style='color:FF0080'>"from taught me a few things, but she kept forgetting that I didn't, and still don't, have an ounce of magic in me and i prefered accuracy to flashy moves. So after a while she decided that i knew all i needed, gave me a weapon that she'd conned some years back and sent me off,"</span> Em said. She ran a digit up and down the cusp of one of the blades on the end of her newest weapon. The metal had an uncannly smooth texture. She extended the extra claw of the pointer finger on her right paw. She scratched the metal, it reacted like water to her claw. She gave a small growl, more like a pur, in suprise. Then dismissed the whole ordeal of the material as some new technology the USR was beginning to use. When Damien tapped her arm she looked up to see the Rica Vercetti. She also saw him replace whatever she had seen earlier. <span style='color:FF0080'>"Out of curiosity, what are those silver things that you removed from your armlets?"</span> She asked.
<span style='color:orange'>Ah, i removed them in case you thought they were hair clips of a sort... these are my weapon choice, two blades that sit in my mane, i have to go into my quad form to use them, they slice throught flesh with ease, much like how your claw went through that...</span> He indicated to her weapon. <span style='color:orange'>But you'll need to put that away soon , almost there...</span> Damien opened to door of ther grand place waiting for the lady to pass through first.
Em dipped her head and said thank you. She went in and waited for Damien. <span style='color:FF0080'>"What sould I do with my weapon, i had anticipated going back to my apartment right after seeing if there was anything new so i didn't bring a bag."</span> She said. Taking a moment, she looked around the resturant. It was very nice, although in the middle of Bhim it seemed out of place. What with it's carved wood furniture and plush carpets. She also saw the dragon from the first publishing company she had ever submitted something to. She gripped her weapon tightly for a moment, and then relinquished her paw as she had forgotten that she was still holding on to one of the blades. <span style='color:FF0080'>"Thes,"</span> she cursed, wiping her cut paw on the leg of her jeans. There wasn't that much blood and she didn't feel any pain really, the blades were still sharp. The skin where she had cut herself was already knitting itself together and the fur growing over it.
<span style='color:orange'>ah well, i'll blag it in...if they notice that is.</span> He smiled a small smile as he ushered her in, a paw resting lightly on the hollow of her back. He guestured to the waiter, who nervously nodded and took them to the Platinum room - the highest and most expensive room - He then waited for his next orders. Damien had noticed as they came in, Em had taken on a nature of nervousness. <span style='color:orange'>What would you like to drink Em?</span> He asked politely and queitly to her, The waiter already knowing his first drink.
<span style='color:FF0080'>"Wow"</span> Em breathed as she and Damien were brought into the Platinum Room. She had somewhat relaxed now that she was out of sight from the contemptous editor. Although the sheer elegance of the resturant still made her a bit nervous, she didn't feel as though she belonged. When Damien asked her what she wanted to drink she was still admiring the room and it took her some time to process the question. <span style='color:FF0080'>"Oh, um...I'll have whatever alcohol is selling best today."</span> she said. To her it didn't really matter what she drank. When she had been a street rat on the Terhesian Port she had drank many things, none of it costing more than five ramathian dollars albeit, but then again they all had had the same purpose at that point in her life. They were the cheapest sedatives around and so long as you were in some abandoned alley you were okay until morning. She also noted the look on the waiter's face. He seemed uncomfortable, possibly scared as well. But Em didn't dwell on this for too long, instead she turned back to Damien. <span style='color:FF0080'>"So...What do you do for a living?"</span> She asked.
<span style='color:orange'>Me? I'm a personal bodyguard, something along those lines...</span> Damien smiled at her kindly as he ushered the waiter away with a free paw. The whisky would hopefully numb the migrane he had coming on, fear he change for the worse. Again he pushed the armlet on his paw down. <span style='color:orange'>How about you? what do you do?</span> Damien then asked her. She was a pretty thing, With the most beautiful markings and eyes. Moments after this thought the waiter returned with two drinks. His whisky, and a bright blue drink decorated with a pretty umbrella. The waiter bowed and hastily made his retreat.
<span style='color:FF0080'>"Writing mostly, get the occasional translating job, but nothing that intresting"</span> Em said with a shrug. The waiter brought the drinks and Em looked at hers, an amused expression crossing her face. She'd seen something like this a few times, the effects of it as well. She absent-mindedly began to stir her drink with the tooth pick end of the umbrella that rested on the rim of the glass. <span style='color:FF0080'>"You say, 'something along those lines', as though you're a bit more than a bodygaurd."</span> Em noted, leaving the topic open.
<span style='color:orange'>ahhh... you noticed that huh, I also do a little in the way of exteme protection... get rid of drug dealers etc, I don't harm good people though.</span> He downed the drink, feeling the liquid warm his throat and numb his head from the slight pain. he fiddled with the armlet as he wondered her reaction to the "extreme protection" <span style='color:orange'>But you write, i'm intriuged on your genre of writing, what is it exactly?</span> He absently handed her the menu first as he spoke. His manners very much automatic.
