OOC: This is my very first post here, so if I do something wrong, please let me know!! --- - ----Timestamp: Tria - 18 - 81379 How many days had she been in cooped up in that lab? Toiling over Petri dishes, devouring books page by page...the time had slipped by without her notice. It wasn't until Sunoe had realized that her stash of food had all but run out did she notice how many marks had ticked by on the calendar since the last time she'd been outside. Nine?? It was then and there that she wrote up the letter requesting employment at the NRF. The thought of working for a real facility had her a little nervous, but it had become painfully clear that it was now necessary. Her current lab, though it allowed her freedom of criticism and restriction, was much too small and ill-equipped. She'd run out of resources. Selling her extra ficalts as pets only allowed so much income, and the species was wearing her out. She was beginning to loathe the sight and smell of them. She needed new experience, new species to work with. Becoming part of a large facility, while also keeping hold of her little personal laboratory, would be an ideal dream whose realization was long overdue. The letter was written and sent, and now she needed food...It was time for a break. The ebbing and swaying light of the massive dome seemed all too bright to her tired eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder at the fact that this underwater prison seemed spacious and freeing for the first time since her arrival. Wandering down to her favorite cafe, Sunoe stretched out her long limbs and forced herself to breathe a sigh of relief. A short break will be fine. A rested mind is better to work with anyway. It was a lovely place, bending to follow the gentle curve of the outer dome, with quiet music and warm food. Entering quietly, her slight figure only brushed the atmosphere of the cafe, blending gratefully with the quiet and the peace. Seating herself in a windowside booth, the ivory-hued 'dragon tucked her limbs neatly beneath her, and made sure her non-functional wings were folded out of the way as well. And then, as if it would somehow shield her striking appearance from view, she coiled her thin tail around herself protectively. It would be a while before the waitress even noticed her presence.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Care if I come into the picture. xD</td></tr></table> A tall and slim male came creeping into the cafe. He reached his hand up along the side of his light blue face then draws it back moving over towards the counter. "Excuse me...can I get something to drink. A water is fine." He spoke softly to the waitress. She gave him a nod and walked over towards a sink, filling up a glass of water for him. She brings ot back over and he takes a slow drink of it. The days have became very rough for him since he lost his medicines in a fire. He shook his head lightly and slipped his fingers alongthe glass before looking over into the direction of the other in the cafe then away. "I don't have any money...but I can try to do something in the back to pay for that glass of water." He spoke as he looked towardsthe waitress. She just shook her head and walked out from behind the counter going to see Sunoe and to take her order. The blue furred male sighed softly and slipped his hand over to the back of his neck caressing it slowly. "What am I going to do now? Everything that I was, what I did is gone." He shook his head slowly.
(OOC: Hooray! Thanks for joining.) Sunoe was finally beginning to relax, tightly bound bundles of nerves slowly loosening. Though she'd lived here in the city for at least a year, it seemed she would never grow totally accustomed to it. Being of obvious Anubi descent, it wasn't hard to see that she didn't quite fit in here. At all. Seeing the waitress approach, Sunoe gave a polite smile-less nod. "Yes, I'll have soup and bread please, and a glass of water with no ice." As she watched the waitress leave her table, her eyes unconsciously drifted over the fair-furred male, who just seemed to be standing by the counter. It had been more than a week since she'd been out in public, and the sight of a healthy pendragon immediately started her brain working, pondering over genes and heredity. She mused to herself about what unique coding he might have crawling around inside of him, what his family might be like, what genetic treasure he might have lying away in dormant recessive strands. It was a usual thing for her to have these thoughts about most 'dragons she observed; it was nothing new or special. It was just, with how much time she'd spent in solitude lately, she wasn't watching the fact that she was staring.
Fe'shi lifted his eye up at the feel of someone watching him. Only then did he turn his eye back and looked upon the female once more. He gave her a snort from his nose before he asked for another glass of water. The waitress filled it once more and he took up the glass moving away from the counter. He moved over towards one of the booths towards the back along side a window, where he came and set himself down. He sat there with his back to the female that set a few booths away gaving a soft sigh. Fe'shi reached his hand up and looked over it slowly at al of the scars from where he had been cut and burned over the years. The faintest idea of his last treatment made him cringe. He placed his hand back down add took another drink of his water again.
When the male not only caught her gaze, but snorted at her as well, she blinked in embarrassed surprise. Her ponderous thoughts were now abruptly broken, and she turned away quickly. A blush could be seen around her nose and ears through her thin ivory fur, and she cursed herself inwardly...rudeness was not something that was accepted in her family. She caught sight of him again a moment later as he moved to seat himself in a nearby booth. ~ ...Sorry. ~ She didn't know if he even received mental communication or not...she'd run into quite a few of them in her time. It was a habit of hers, sending out some offering of apology whether he caught it or not.
Fe'shi felt and heard her apology indeed but did nothing acknodge. He lifted himself up from his seat then moved over towards the booth that she is sitting at before coming to sit across from her. "You don't have to apologize me. It is fine." He reaches his hand up again and reaches it around to his ponytail before drawing it around and placing it over his shoulder. "I'm rather use to the stares and everything I get coming into places. I mean it isn't everyday that you see a disfigured 'dragon such as myself." He spoke feeling that his scared over eye was a disfigurement of him. It was just a bright red scar that stood out. But his other jade green eye was still visiable, showing what beauty lied behind the scared over lid. He lowered his eye away from her and shut it before tracing his finger about the rim of his glass, thinking to himself. "Don't be afraid to use your voice around me. I find it rather soothing to hear the voice of another in conversation becides thoughts." He gave a smirk and extended his hand out to her. "Fe'shi...Wong."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I hope you don't mind me joining. I needed Khuta to be introduced to Ramath :D... I might have a few mistakes...</td></tr></table> "<span style='color:gray'>Hot mocha, please.</span>" Khuta's slightly louder voice broke much of the quietness in the building. Noticing he was louder than the atmosphere, he blushed and said in a little more quiet tone, "<span style='color:gray'>No whip cream. Thanks.</span>" The waitress got his order in a short time and Khuta exchanged the cash. He gave a friendly smile to the waitress before taking his mocha and walking to a booth somewhere nearby Fe'shi and Sunoe. He took a sip of the mocha and set it down on the table. He then swung his guitar over from his shoulder and took a seat, guitar ready and proped to be played. He took out a few crumpled papers and a pencil from his pocket and set them out on the table. He was now in a comfy position to compose. He didn't know why he wanted to compose in a place like this but it seemed to him it was the most peaceful place he can find. Now the only problem is that he would most likely embarasse himself in front of these people and the music that was softly and soothingly playing in the background would most likely disturb him. "<span style='color:gray'>Ah... what the heck.</span>" he mumbled to himself and played a few strings quietly. Five minutes later, his paper was halfway done with a few chords and his head was full of more music.
As the male spoke and seated himself across from her, Sunoe offered him the hint of a polite smile. Her eyes were nearly as pale as her hide, like solid spheres of blue ice. These eyes, and her pointed Anubi features, made her a difficult 'dragon to read. When she spoke as she accepted his hand, it was with mental words. Whether she was ignoring his opinion on speech, or it was simply her preference, was impossible to tell. ~ ...Sunoe Odiai. And, this is why I apologized. I hadn't noticed your "disfigurement," and wouldn't want you to mistake my staring because of it. When I observe others, it is for quite another reason...though occasionally it comes as a rude gesture on my part, and for that I am sorry. ~ Even her mental words were as light and well-mannered as the rest of her seemed. The waitress was there then, setting down the soup and glass of water she'd ordered. The waitress turned and hurried away before Sunoe could thank her, as another customer entered and announced his order. This new 'dragon had Sunoe's attention much like Fe'shi had before, though there may have been a bit more confusion in her features this time. He shortly left her field of vision however, and she returned her pupiless gaze to Fe'shi.
Fe'shi shook his head lightly and lowred his eyes away from her. "No reason to apologize on my behalf as I said before. After all I am use to the stares and such." He reached his hand out to his glass once more and took it up. He brought the glass to his lips then stopped as his eyes drifted over into the direction of the figure that was playing on the guitar. The sounds that ame from the instrutment sparked something that brought back memories. But sadly memories just faded away like a passing dream. He looked back towards Sunoe and lifted his eye to look at her again. "What is your purpose behind looking at the common 'dragon as they wonder in from the streets or of someplace similar? What is it that you see that ohters with the untrained eyes cannot see?" He reached his glass back to his lips and took a drink of his water before placing it back against the table.
As the customers in the cafe continued to talk and laugh, the music in his head continued to grow. Another page of scripts were written down and his music was going on a cresendo. Khuta felt like his fingers know what to do and just let them do their work. The guitar was strumed harder and harder. He didn't realise it until someone daring enough to break his concentration did. And who would it be but the waitress. "Err... excuse me, sir? Could you please lower down your playing?" Khuta looked up only to find the waitress looking at him with an irritated expression and several others in the background doing the same. For the second time that day, Khuta blushed. "<span style='color:gray'>Yeah, sorry. Got carried away, heh heh.</span>" The waitress walked away. Khuta took the mug and took several sips more of the still hot mocha. Deciding that he had had enough of composing, he took the papers and pencil from the table and stuffed them into his pockets. He set his guitar on the seat beside him and looked around the cafe. Almost everyone were in a good conversation with a company. It seemed as if he was the only one left without a partner.
Sunoe spoke as if she were being interviewed for a job, or something along those lines. Even though she'd just been freed from being cooped up in her home with her work for more than a week, it was where her mind still was. Always on her toes to remain perfectly poised, she would represent her people and her work with only the best. ~ There is much to learn from the "common" dragon, and this is what I seek. I do not see an individual when I observe. I see a network of traits and features, all results of unique strands of genetic coding, mysteries which I can only guess at from a distance unless they enter my lab. What most consider "common" is not always so, and this is what I study. ~ Glancing to her bowl of soup, she felt her stomach gurgle around anxiously. One long ear twitched unconsciously from indecision, before she reached for her glass of water instead and took a dainty sip.
Fe'shi gave a nod and sighed softly. "Sounds interesting..." Her traced his finger about the rim of his glass slowly then lifts his eye up looking towards the music playing 'dragon. It was somewhat funny that the waitress told him to stop playing. The music wasn't all that bad, it sound rather good to his ears. Fe'shi turned his eye back towards Sunoe and gave her a slight glare. "But to the eye of a doctor, everyone is the same. A common 'dragon. As a doctor I don't over look someone but rather try to find traits of what is the person's illness." He spoke lowering his eye back towards his glass before finishing the water that was at the bottom of it. "Your soup is getting cold."
Pendragons can be real slobs or real well mannered when it somes to eating. But there was a difference. Whenever a pendragon was with a bunch of friends or on his own, he'd eat like there was no tomorrow. But when a pendragon was with a partner or a date, a miracle happens and all the manners that were long forgotten were brought back. So typical of the people down here. And now, Khuta was getting bored watching people eat. He got up, swung the guitar strap over his shoulder, and took his mocha. Then, he tripped. But he managed to maintain his balance by grabbing something... or someone. His mocha was jerked and the liquid went flying, heading towards a certain Fe'shi. <span style='color:gray'>Damn!</span> he uttered, barely above whisper. He looked down to see what he'd tripped on and it was one of the fancy chair legs. He looked up to see who he'd grabbed. It was a petite little anubian. He let go of her shoulder. <span style='color:gray'>I'm so sorry... That wasn't on purpose. Are you alright? I mean, did I hurt you?</span> he told her, not noticing yet where his mocha landed.
Fe'shi was unaware of what this 'dragon did. He looked over into the direction of him the moment he heard a damn. He was to late to react to the spill and gets covered in the hot liquid. It was accustom to just get up and lay out the other 'dragon for the mix up, but instead Fe'shi acted differently about it. Being in the presents of this female that seemed to have caught his eye. "Thanks for everything...Baka!" He lifted himself up from the booth and wipped the coffee from the side of his face then down along the left side of his chest. His brown shirt wasn't so much affected as his mood was. Fe'shi was feeling the need to do something to this dragon, but he didn't want to scare away the lovely Sunoe. The waitress on the other hand came over in a hurry with a towel in hand. She came up on Fe'shi without consittering the others then begins to pat down and wipe off his chest, apologizing to him "Are you going to say something fool or are you just going to stand there?! He growled a bit at Khuta and slipped his hand along the table top.
When she was fairly landed upon, there was a short cry of surprise. She was even more thin and fragile than she appeared, and her shoulder drooped painfully under the weight of it. As she bent and kind of crashed to the side, her elbow bumped the bowl, sloshing most of her soup onto the table and the fair fur of her thigh. Once he let go of her, she winced and clutched her shoulder. She was already fighting back a mild fit of coughing when Fe'shi raised his voice. With one thin-boned hand stifling her quiet coughs, she waved the other one weakly. It was presumably to stop any arguing or unpleasantness that might erupt.
Khuta's worry for the frail looking anubi was disrupted for a moment as a male from across spoke angrily. Khuta could understand for someone being angry after being splashed with steaming liquid. But not controlling anger? Couldn't this stranger see it was an accident? Khuta's left tail glowed a firery red as his own anger rose. The anubian came back to mind and Khuta feared that he'd broken a bone. For the unfortunate victim of his weight looked really really frail. "<span style='color:gray'>Sir, I'm very sorry for what happened. It was an accident. I could pay you for the shirt the mocha had damaged.</span>" he said calmly to the blue-ish pendragon. Turning his attention back to the coughing anubi, he asked, "<span style='color:gray'>Are you okay? Can I get you anything? Umm... medical help?</span>"
Fe'shi relaxed and turned his attention towards Sunoe before pushing the other 'dragon out of the way. He comes to kneel down along side the bench minding the 'dragon that was behind him. "Stay back you fool...let a doctor get a look at it." He spoke calmy and lifted his eye up towards Sunoe again before looking away to her shoulder and elbow. He easily caressed his fingers along the limb, feeling for the problem spots. He lifted his eye from the arm then to Sunoe again. "Your shoulder...it's dislocated. I will have to push it back into place...and it will hurt a lot." Fe'shi lowered his eye away from her slowly and looked back towards the arm. He reached his hand about her forearm and the other back up to where her shoulder is. He gave a soft sigh and looked over his shoulder towards the baka 'dragon again giving a light glare. "Get a towel, and tear it into two sections. Better yet get two towel and tie two of the ends together, tightly." He looked back to Sunoe and gave her a nod signing for her to be ready.
She looked desperately between the two males. Hurt more? She'd speak, but the muffled coughing was still shaking her shoulders...which was doing nothing to help the pain shooting down her arm. Damn her frail body. A simple fall like that shouldn't be enough to hurt anyone...but she wasn't surprised. A bitter sort of anger was beginning to build up in her, which would be what would help the pain when it came time to fix her shoulder. It wasn't at the poor 'dragon whose accident caused all this. It was an anger at herself and her failing bloodline.
Fe'shi took hold of her arm gently then with a swift thrust of his arms caused her shoulder to go back into place with a sicking pop. Fe'shi slowly took his hands back from her arm and lifted himself up from the floor coming to sit in the booth along side her. He reached his arm about her and avoided contact with her relocated shoulder. He caressed his hand over her head lightly and tried his best to comfort her. "I'm sorry...but if I didn't do it, you would never beable to lift your arm again." He spoke looking down on her. His eye drifted over towards the ohter hoping that he would have gone off and did as he was asked to. Fe'shi turned his eye back to her and continued to caress over her head gently, holding her.
Khuta went off with a little huff. He asked the waitress for two towels and did as he was told. Adrenaline was still pumping in his veins for the push the "doctor" gave him. No doubt that both strangers were older than him. He was very good at guessing pendragons' age. But the rudeness of the older one was just maddening. When he returned, Fe'shi was beside the anubi, caressing her. Ah, so this was about the female? Khuta let a little smile come on his face. <span style='color:gray'>Here it is, sir.</span> he said and put the cloth on the table. <span style='color:gray'>Anything else I should do for you before I take my flight?</span>
