<font color=maroon>out.of.character - <u>harper thorne</u></font> Day: 13th Month: Dyo Year: Year 81376 For my Kattle. <font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Most would say that Janardan Academy was no place for a Grader spy. After all, considering the fact that it was full of students, there were few that could give him a tidbit of information that was worthy of his attention. In some ways the youthful Javelin could definitely seem like a slacker. Here he was, sitting on one of the bleachers, watching the cold ripples of the Janardan Pool's water. Viewing the dance of artificial light as it moved beneath the surface. There were a few unnatural movements within the water, as well, which suggested that someone had been within the liquidy confines of the pool recently. Perhaps one of the local teams. He knew they had a Water Polo Team, he had heard of it, knew they were supposed to be formidable this year. There was probably a Swim Team, too, and there were definitely recreational swimmers, too. Even classes... but he didn't think that it was a time for classes. Then agian, he had never been in a "real school", so he had no clue what it was like here. Jace's pen tapped idly against the rim of his notebook, fingers curled around his chin as he peered thoughtfully at the pool, once more tracing the light's movement in his mind. A sudden thought came to him and his pen scratched carefully against the paper beneath it. The sentence that came out was fluid, smooth, refined. It was terrible. The pen was flipped and a specially made eraser scraped against the words, wiping them away. Javelin sighed softly under his breath, removing his right hand - the one that had been propping up his head - and ran it through his messy locks. The spy never bothered to mess with them. Brushing did no good when they were already free and wild, ruggedly cut so that they had that sort of "edge" to them that he liked. He had contemplated, lately, getting some of them dyed a different color. The black-on-white thing was so bland. If he ever went public with his secondary career as a musician, he just might. While he moved in the higher circles of society, however, it would seem more appropriate for him to look dull - that was how he found most of that sort to be. The spy yawned lightly, fingers twitching toward his mouth as if to stifle it, though if that was his intent, it didn't work. Again he resumed his constant staring at the pool, though his eyes flickered, on occasion, to the sides of the room. Seeing if anyone would come in and do something. Make his life a little bit more interesting - perhaps inspire him. Part of the reason he was here was for the solitude, before he jumped back into his job and went about the grounds looking for information. He had been given a "guest" pass from the Principal, Hart Demori. She had pleasantly informed him that it would permit him to enter any part of the Academy that he wanted to go. It wasn't really neccessary, considering the fact that Janardan had already added to the spell on his permission bracelet so that he could enter even the deepest bowels. Anyone who was touching the bracelet could... but he wasn't about to reveal that tasty tidbit of information to either student or facilty. Only Demori herself knew. The young pendragon, dressed in "punk" attire, shrugged a single shoulder and continued to peer at the pool. Which seemed like a quite dull way to spend his time, but was actually a pleasant enough way to occupy his time. Until something else came that was of further interest.
The tepid water streamed over her slender body, sluicing over every sumptuous dip and curve of her figure. It sprayed against her chocolate pelt, causing each individual hair to become slick against her flesh, so that the water fell smoothly over her wet, glossy coat. Steam rose up, wisps of silver miasma that curled off the balmy surface of her body and unfurled over the top of the shower stall. With these small clouds of vapor also came the bouquet of coconut and vanilla rum, the scent of the shampoo with which Stormwing was richly lathering her banded bodice. She momentarily stepped away from the spray of the shower head, in order to soap herself up quite well, and then she was back again — tipping her sculpted head back as she let the warm water cut over her body, rinsing away every trace of residue, and leaving her silky and warm when she finally turned off the water. The young female stepped lightly from the shower, grabbing a cottony white towel off the bench just outside the curtain. She wrapped it snugly around herself, so that it covered every inch from sternum to knee, and then Stormwing bounced towards the mirrors down the corridor. There, she ran into the rest of her water polo teammates, as they primped and preened in front of their reflections. Twelve did not join in their conversations about proper make-up and new tail-curling techniques, but merely claimed her own little section of glass at the very end of the row. Once there, the youth conjured up a hairbrush, then dried and brushed herself. Her finishing touch was to rub her entire body down with a specialized oil that made her shimmer and glow. After she was done grooming, it only took Stormwing five minutes to get dressed. She tossed on a long-sleeved white tee, and then another white tee over that, with shorter sleeves. She then dragged a pair of dark blue jeans over her legs, adjusting them at just the right level on her hipbones. She completed her ensemble with a simple belt, a white Janardan visor, and a pair of sneakers. And not to forget her water polo pin — it was the shape of a water polo ball, and she used it to fasten her excessive sleeve, which she expertly rolled up to her shoulder. This done, Twelve was finally read, albeit still a bit damp, and she waved to her teammates as she exited the locker room. Her soft soles slapped a gentle rhythm on the pool tiles as she made her way around the large aquamarine square. The smell of chlorine filled her nostrils, and she thought of how she’d accidentally swallowed a mouthful of water at practice today. It had tasted bad, but now that she thought about it, was kind of funny… All of a sudden, Storming paused, her sneakers squeaking to a stop on the tiles. She looked up and around the pool area, and her blue-and-green eyes landed on the bleachers opposite from her. Sitting in the stands, all by himself, was a rather handsome male. He had a notebook in his lap, and he looked preoccupied, so the female almost turned away to continue out the door. But something made her, instead, swivel around and start making her way around the pool. Something about this unfamiliar pendragon made her want to strike up a conversation with him, perhaps get to know him… and it wasn’t just his looks, though she definitely gave him credit for that gorgeous mop of hair. ”You like water polo?” She queried when she finally made her way to the bleachers. She smiled adorably and propped one foot on the bottommost bleacher. ”Or just girls in skimpy suits?”
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Like the rush of Dyo water, running clear and free... so does my spirit run through me. It wasn't one of his best lyrics, but it had a certain ring to it, that touch of genius that he always approved of, no matter how much he wanted to choke and spit at the actual words. The spy shook his head slightly at the written thought, pen poised to strike, like a vicious rattlesnake. It was drawn back with a soft sigh, however, as he realized that this creation of his was staying, no matter how stupid the sentiment might be. It was one of those brief brushes with his age, a reminder that he wasn't some old spy, about ready to retire. He was a youthful teenager, officially an adult, ready to make his way in the world. Prepared to take on anything that got in his way - in fact, ready to snarl and scratch up anyone who got in his way. In that matter his attire fitted him very well. Shifting his sandaled feet slightly so that the rubber made a soft "squeak" against the metal of the bleacher on which they rested, Javelin peered quizzically at his notes, as if uncertain of why he had even written them - why there were words that rhymed were so carefully placed. The bottom of the page had his flourish of a signature. Javelin "Jace" Valimos. He had his notebooks made specifically for him. The songwriting ones had his name. The ones he used for... other matters were without any style at all, white and listless when held. The male fingered the edge of his sleeve, which covered his arms inadequetly. Despite the fact that it was still relatively cold outside, it was merely a t-shirt. Perhaps that was because the bracelets he almost always wore were layered up and down his arm. What would be the point in wearing them if they were hidden all of the time? A black hoodie did lie next to him, with swirls of white flame smoothly accenting each arm. There was no reason to wear it in here, it was warm enough. The outside temperature wouldn't do for those who were wearing swimming suits, after all. They might freeze if they walked around with that on by itself outside - especially after they were wet. The spy's eyes flickered upward as a lone male slunk out of the shadows and exited the building, his baggy clothes cleary indicating that he hadn't been here to swim. Ah, well, the practice of a Water Polo Team full of girls would certainly be an incentive for a few shady watchers - perverted as most males were, with one thing on their minds. There was an almost scornful shake of Jace's head at the thought. Seeing females run around in bathing suits was definitely something he enjoyed, as well, he did have hormones. It was simply that if that was the only reason to come it was stupid. Unless he had a girlfriend that was on the team... mm, but that didn't seem likely, the other male teenager had been deep in the shadows of the bleachers - hiding, most likely, from the wrath of some known Polo team member who wouldn't appreciate his presence. The youth chewed on the bottom of his lip thoughtfully, peering at the water, trying to make sense out of something more - to make better lyrics for a melody that kept humming through his head. If only he had brought an instrument here, that would have been terribly helpful. Fingers ran delicately through his messy mop, once more, a habitual action. He glanced down at his clothes and chuckled softly. The dark colors certainly seemed to class with the whitewash of this place, the dance of soft blue, not the deep navy of his cargo pants, or the dark olive green of his shirt, enlayed with red. His thoughts tapered away, however, as something caught his attention. Valimos saw the lady before she came toward him, seeing as the squeak of her sneakers was terribly audible. Unreadable black eyes flickered upward, pointed toward her, though it wasn't likely that his gaze would be captured - most were disconcerted, unable to figure out where he was looking. Which was often helpful, actually. The young spy repressed a swift inhale, forcing his breathing to remain normal. She was certainly breathtaking - from her choice of attire, tastefully displaying her physical qualities to the hue of her coat, the accents of cream that gave her that little touch, that added spice that hinted she was no pushover shy girl. His hand lifted, putting the pen behind his ear as he watched her - just waiting, waiting for her to speak. To hear the voice that would surely verify or deny what he had initially thought, according to her appearance. There was no reason to doubt, however, he was quite good at judging characters on a sight. He didn't know everything about her, but the basic fact that she was no pushover was correct. The sound of her voice was quite intriguing indeed, though he didn't stare. No, he spoke, with all sincerity and humor present. <font color=maroon>"The first, miss, though the latter is certainly far from being a negative point."</font> He replied, finishing his smooth words with a lightly charming smile, though one that was genuinely so. Not the fake I'm-trying-to-flirt smile, just... something amiable and curious, a thing that was rather rare among males. Most would have been trying to flirt. He simply... wasn't. Especially considering the fact that he tried to avoid relationships of any sort. They only hurt those he loved. Only then did he realize something... when she had spoken he had seen a flash of it. She had a tongue piercing... and Javelin thought that was damn sexy.
There was a brief pause between her question and his rejoinder, and in that small window of time, Okkie took the opporunity to scrutinize the male further. Her initial presumption was correct — he was awfully attractive, with glossy fur and locks of dark hair that fell seductively around the angles of his façade. This hairstyle hinted at a punk, but it was the clothes that really spoke for him. They were sewn with darker tones and designs, complementing his light figure quite well, and the cloth folds fell just right over his slim body. He was something of a looker, indeed, but what was most striking about him was the eerie blankness of his gaze. Had she been any less confident and steady-hearted, the female might have been disconcerted by his inky gaze. Instead, she merely found it intriguing, and she peered fearlessly into these depths as the male finally looked up, addressing her query with wit that caused Twelve to experience butterflies in her stomach. “Heh… good answer. I think. I don’t see how males can really be interested in the water polo suits, though. I mean, they’re a far cry from string bikinis… we need to wear simple one-pieces, or otherwise there would be too much friction in the water. But, ah, I don’t want to bore you with too much water polo jargon. Were you watching the whole time, or did you come in just now…? I don’t think I saw you during practice, but, then again, I stay pretty focused when I’m playing. Especially since we had a scrimmage today… and I have to try extra hard during those, what with my handicap…" She was half-startled by her verbose response. Okkie shifted her weight and switched her tufted tail as she blinked her wide, colorful eyes. Usually, she was not this open and charismatic with strangers. In fact, she could be quite nasty and cold-shouldered… but lately, she had felt herself changing. Sure, she was still involved with Shadowlack, and she still liked to get high when she had the chance… but she seemed to become less obnoxious and more laidback with each passing day. An anger which had surfaced a season or so ago seemed to be ebbing away again. And now she was ready to be approachable again, to stop harassing everyone in sight, and start making friends instead. “I don’t mean to talk your ear off, but, well… I haven’t made a new friend in a while. I mean, I belong to a group, and then there’s the water polo team… but none of the members are really close friends. I only have one true friend, and ah… I dunno. Anyhow, I’m Okkatteiru Stormwing, and you are…?" Okkie hopped up the few bleachers between them, and outstretched her hand. Because she had only the one arm, she was forced to lean her right side more towards the male. Not that this was a bad move… this would bring her Kanji tattoo into better view, and she knew it was quite a beautiful mark that would catch his eye. Not to mention, with only this side of her body in view, there would be less awkwardness and questions about her missing arm. Though she was in no way ashamed of it (in fact, she thought it was pretty neat being a gimp), the last thing she wanted to do right now was cause this cute male to become nervous.
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Jace was always the gentleman. Polite and usually rather friendly, too, considering the fact that he had no reason not to be. After all, most were not there to try and stab him in the back. No matter who the female before him was, she didn't seem to have any place that she could conceal a weapon. The male tried to keep from examining to "make sure", knowing it would be his own odd way of pretending - to himself - that he wasn't just checking her out. Javelin's attitude changed with specifically chosen "characters" when he was spying on a mission. Right now he was just himself, the laidback songwriter with a passion for information, ready to suck in as much as would be told to him. Few were very swift with their words, however, all things considered and he respected that. He was a secretive sort, after all. Jace hadn't anticipated her words, since some girls would have been disgusted that he admitted to the fact that bathing suits weren't a downside - he wasn't sympathetic enough to their plight, obviously. Javelin wasn't all that feminine, though. <font color=maroon>"Ah, but it is not neccessarily the cut of the swimsuits, but those who are wearing them. The suit is still less than one would wear outside, right? Although I suppose it really depends on what one wears outside."</font> He replied with a slight tilt of his head. <font color=maroon>"Alas, I missed most of the practice. Got here just as everyone was getting out. Took longer to get here than I thought."</font> That was, actually, believe it or not, the truth. He had been making his way to the pool and had been sidetracked. Teachers kept stopping him and asking what he thought of the grounds, some students had asked him a couple of questions for whatever reason. Strangely, all of them that had halted him for "interview questions" were girls. No, wait, that wasn't all that strange. Though he had never quite understood the attraction that females saw in him. Personally he thought he was rather messy in appearance and often chided himself that he needed to be more presentable all the time, not just when he was officially working. The young spy couldn't help but mess around with his tongue ring, rolling it out so that it was between his teeth for a moment, before letting it slide back where it was supposed to be. It was a darn annoying habit, one that he could refrain from while in polite company. Not that Okkie wasn't polite company, it was just that he wasn't on a job, so he could just be himself. As she spoke again and rose to greet him, the youthful spy stood, sliding his notebook so that it was snuggled gently into the cloth of his hoodie. Though that left the lyrics he had jotted down - not just the lame ones he had thought up earlier, but several from earlier, as well as various boredom sketches - clear to her view, he didn't particularly care. If this fine young lady cared to read his lyrics, then she was free to. Though he doubted that the current song-in-progress was any good. Something to make his half-off day feel a bit more comfortable in its own way. That was his hobby, his original love, to write and play songs, after all. As she extended the hand, he looped his own fingers so that they entered it in a typical handshake, though Jace rather wanted to tug gently on her arm and cause her to stumble toward him. That would be foolish, though, and childish. Not the normal Javelin at all - just some teenage instinct that he quickly repressed. His eyes flickered to the Kanji on her cheek, though they were then captured by her own optics. Entranced, for a moment, he didn't speak. Shaking away the feeling, however, he spoke. <font color=maroon>"It's a pleasure, Okkatteiru. I'm Javelin Valimos, though most call me Jace."</font> He replied with a slight nod. Though he was a bit worried she might recognize the last name - his family was infamous for the sorcerers and scientists they normally spat out. At least one strain was, though his father was merely an offshoot of that more famous grouping. <font color=maroon>"Don't know why it's Jace and not Jave, suppose it just started out that way."</font> Jace finished as an afterthought.
“Nice to meet you, Jace. You can call me Okkie.” When his warm fingers wrapped around her own, the female found those damned butterflies flipping around in her belly again. She tried to quash her nervousness and excitement — Stormwing always kept her cool! — but the sentiment of his hand cupping hers caused another flush of girlish emotion to course through her, from head to toe. A grin began to wind across her muzzle, and her ears slipped back to paste against her crown, as she tried (and failed) to veil her enthralled nervousness. It was quite unlike her to become so flustered in the presence of another pendragon… but here she was, wound up like a toy, ready to start spinning spasmodically. That was, until their digits released, and she found herself simply standing there, the echo of his touch tingling across her digits as her eyes probed his deep gaze. Her enthusiasm peaked and simmered, though it did not fade — though the electricity of their touch had been annulled, she was still standing near him, staring at his lovely build and inhaling the slight tang of sandalwood which seemed to come from his moppy tresses. Aye, although corporal contact was much more electrifying, it sufficed to merely stand in his presence, basking in that something-or-other which Okkie found herself becoming steadily more attracted to. But enough with the rambling sentiments of puppy love. Banded female shook her head and cleared her thoughts, surfacing from her idle reverie. Then, never having been the type to back down from a perfect opportunity, she smirked playfully and tapped Javelin’s arm. “Hey, I was thinking of going to the cafeteria to get a latté or something. Would you like to join me?” Just a platonic invitation… right? Stormwing then turned from the male, somewhat sore at having to disembark from his immediate flank. She threw a dashing and coy grin over her shoulder, knitting her brows together in question. Would he follow her…? Only time would tell. Okkie found herself bounding down the bleachers, her tennis shoes slapping on the ridged metal surfaces, until she found herself on the poolside tiles. She then began to walk away, towards the glass doors that marked the exit. She had nothing to occupy her hands or her eyes, nothing to look busy with as she tried to avoid looking at Javelin. So Okkie merely began to fumble with her water polo pin, peeking just out of the corner of her eye to see if he was tagging along…
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Javelin couldn't say that he felt nothing when his fingers clapsed hers in such an easy embrace. A more simple version of the hug, something intended for less familiar beasts. To him it had usually been a cordial, withdrawn thing. This was far different. A rush of attraction, a sudden bout of thoughts that he was forced to repress. The desire to tackle her and nuzzle her ears with his nose in a happy manner. That didn't seem proper, considering the fact that he had just met her. It was very strange for him to feel so in such a fast manner. It was all physical emotion, though, he told himself. After all, he hadn't known her long enough to say that he adored her mind. Though she certainly seemed to be an independent mind - not the sort that needed a boyfriend to keep her standing. Indeed, he doubted that she would ever need one in order to feel better about herself. That thrum of electricity remained with him, though, as he watched her, for once, rather happy right where he was. Not needing or wanting anything more. Rather strange for Jace, but he was quite content to be where he was. Attracted to this fine young lady and allowed to be in her presence - not some stalker that was pressing his attentions on her. Her words caused him to tilt his head slightly and give a slight smile. The invitation was quite enticing indeed. <font color=maroon>"I would be delighted, Okkie."</font> He replied with a slight nod. Valimos trailed the other pendragon without a second thought, scooping up his hoodie and notebook as he did so. There was no reason not to go with her, after all, and he did admit that he was rather attracted to her. That he would be pleased to spend more time with the intriguing caramel-cream polo player. Though he wasn't exactly sure how great the cafeteria food was. From what he had heard, it was pretty much "adequete", but not excessive as far as taste went. Coffee couldn't be ruined, though, could it? Besides, that was the thing most likely to be taken care of. The teachers would have that quite a bit. He fingered the plastic-encased tag in his pocket that signified he was permitted anywhere on Janardan. Javelin wouldn't seem to need that today. Seeing as he would probably spend the remainder - if allowed - with the lovely student he was following.
<h4>Out of Character</h4>Lyrics copyright © Bryan Adams. <h4>In Character</h4>As soon as she was sure Javelin was following her, Okkie turned to face the glass doors and the winding pathway that stretched forth on the other side. Part of the reason for this gesture was to make herself look less obsessive (what would he think if she kept sending sly glances over her shoulder?). But the more urgent reason was to hide the sparkling grin which found itself fully unfolding on her warm brown muzzle. No longer able to keep it stifled, she stretched her lips and let it shine forth; a rather toothy smile, one that exposed both pearly daggers and salmon tongue and mercurial bead. She felt her cheek muscles tighten, and the smile nearly broke her face, it was so wide. For a few moments, Okkie could not tone down her grin, not even a degree; the excitement which thrilled through her needed this outlet of expression. Only when the male began to catch up to her was the banded teenager able to finally swallow her overabundance of cheer, and her maw slackened a bit. She still held a kind smirk across her lips, especially when she turned to acknowledge her company, but it was decidedly less girlish and goofy. Just… suave and electric now, like her budding feelings for this beautiful stranger. Though it was surprising in a way, Okkie was not completely shocked by her innate reactions to Javelin. The last time she had felt a romantic touch had been a long time ago. Even if she were to count her encounter with Tirran (which she did not). Years it seemed… and she found that she craved to be touched. Badly. But, then again, she also yearned for so much more than that… She wanted someone to share her time with, her emotions. She wanted a male to be hers, to play with, to make her happy, no matter how her day was going. Okkie wanted someone to cherish and be cherished by… and someone who would hold her in his arms, always warm and inviting. When she gave the color-splotched male a sideways glance, she wondered if he could possibly give her these things, and the thousand others she subconsciously desired. But, for now, none of that mattered. As the pair of pendragons hastened towards the main region of the school, Okkie reminded herself that they were merely a pair of youths going to get a cup of joe. She tried to get her mind off her love life and onto latté flavors… but her brain kept switching back to him: Javelin, Javelin, Javelin. Jace. She had just met him, and she was already falling in love. How typical, and yet how… atypical, as well. It made her think of a song she had once heard, a long time ago… Will you forgive me if I feel this way? Cause we just met, tell me that’s okay. Take this feeling, make it grow. Never let it, never let it go.
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Jace wanted to walk more jovially than he had in weeks - for there was truly something that he could look up at and smile, for once. It was rare that the young spy got a chance to enjoy something. To stare at a thing and be impressed, yet also entranced, at the same time. With Okkie, he couldn't help but feel enchanted. As if Javelin Valimos had stepped into an alternate world where he was permitted to be happy - where it was alright for him to think someone was cute, to want to spend more time with them. It was a world he had never lived in. Childhood crushes had been nonexistant and dates were scarce. It had been... a year and a half since he had last taken someone out for a mocha, much less anything more. He hadn't even been kissed before, not really. The songwriter ran a hand through his messy mop of hair at the thought, realizing how stupid and unattractive he must be to be unkissed at the age of eighteen. Obviously he was fooling himself in thinking there might be a friendship here, much less anything more. But he was a happy fool and that was all that mattered. As long as she wasn't some Anti-Grader spy that was going to turn around and tell her bosses about how well she had seduced their enemy he was fine. What kind of "professional" spy would be stationed at Janardan, part of their Water Polo team? Personally, he had always thought himself a romantic, but the black-and-white spy had never been given much of a chance to prove this theory. The youthful pendragon shook his head slightly to himself, though the action was halted as Javelin caught up with Okkie. His eyes admired, once more, her kanji, disregarding her missing arm as insignificant - though he knew that it was gone. Wondered how. If it was because of someone... ooh, well, they should be ready for a spy's coy wrath if he ever found out who they were. The male turned his head away as his upper lip curled viciously. Yes, indeed, they would find their lot in life significantly diminished. As his head turned back toward Okkie, there was merely a jovial smile that quirked his lips quite handsomely. At about that moment he wanted to just get it over with - make some sort of move that would seem flirtatious. Yet Jace didn't want to ruin a good thing. Most weren't thinking of romance on their first day. Stormwing here didn't seem like she was a subdued sort. If he tried something too forward for her too early, he would probably be facing a vicious creature, indeed. There was great truth in that ancient quote "hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned". He had learned this to be true over time. His tempermental mother was just one example, as well as all of his female half-siblings and numerous cousins. As well as a couple of nieces. His family was far too large, in his humble opinion. The silence was comforting, to the male, for he was used to the quiet, to a place where he was an unseen presence. That didn't mean he didn't want to talk, merely that he wasn't going to break his own train of thought, nor hers, by saying something stupid. Which would only degrade him in the eyes of his newfound companion - something he dearly wanted to avoid.
“So… Jace. Tell me something — what kind of drink do you prefer? A steaming cup of java? A creamy, frothy mocha? Or perhaps just a mug of hot cocoa will sate your appetite?” As the pair of pendragons strode, now flank to flank, Okkie thought it best to spark some sort of conversation. Though they seemed perfectly comfortable in the silence, it was impossible to break in an entire relationship through quietude. They needed to talk, break the ice… learn about one another. She knew there was a lot more to him than simply met the eye (what was in that notebook, anyway?), and she wanted to probe, dig deep into him and unbury some facts, some little pieces of treasure. In return, she would cough up some of her own jewels for him to look over… and only hope they sufficed. “Me, I’m not too picky and choosy. It just depends on the day. Since it’s cold out, I’ll probably order an Irish mocha. Ever had one of those? Mm, perhaps you can try mine, if you don’t want to order one for yourself. It’s an earthen recipe… chocolate, caramel, and Irish creme, all brewed together to make one very scrumptious sip. Heh, listen to me. I should be the spokesperson for the Janardan Café or something.” She turned her visage towards him, eyes glittering under the dimming light of the afternoon sun. Okkie cut him a wildly flirtatious look, and their eyes seemed to catch on each other like velcro. Not daring to look away, the banded creature kept walking, somehow keeping her walk steady as she gazed over her shoulder into those deep, fathomless eyes. She kept their eyes locked together for a good moment or two, but then she stumbled on a crack in the walk, and with a shrill, shrieking laugh, she stumbled forward. Luckily, she did not fall, but instead… reached out and grabbed Javelin’s muscled arm. It was such a girly thing to do, she admonished even as she tumbled, but it felt so right. Okkie hoisted herself from her half-trip, snickering lightly, too embarrassed to realign their gazes for the moment. Instead, she was content to continue clinging to him, her arm gradually snaking further around his, until they were completely intertwined, her good right arm wound affectionately around his black-marked left. “Just call me Grace,” she breathed.
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> The youthful spy tilted his head at the question, considering what he liked, really. His favorite would have to be the white mocha, but there was a definite advantage to the cocoa. Javelin did love to have the double hot cocoas that were made on Swaraj's mainland... he had a favorite coffee shop around there that he frequently haunted, a place that knew him well. In fact, the teenager had even started to get lectures from the one who usually handled making the drinks. Mostly, he was asked why he didn't bring a girl in sometime. It was somewhat agitating, actually, a sort of vague friction that Jevvel seemed to love, making him mumble back that there was no one to bring. She thought he was a student, though, at Janardan. So she didn't realize the complexities of being a spy fulltime. It was a bit tedious, actually. He grew bored of the steady routine - of nothing interesting happening. Which was why today was such a delight, the company was nothing short of wonderful, so he couldn't complain. In fact, it made him want to join Janardan - lying about some new trade or actually starting up on something new - just so he could be near to her. So that he could find out where her favorite haunts were. Maybe even if she was ticklish. Best not to go there, right now. <font color=maroon>"Mm, no, I've never tried an Irish mocha, though it does sound intriguing. Normally, for me, it's a white mocha. Though my mood changes to hot cocoa on occasion - sorta depends on where I am. Jevvel's Café on the Mainland has an awesome double hot cocoa. Maybe I could take you there sometime."</font> Right, real smooth. She probably didn't even really want to spend a day with him and here he was virtually asking her out on a date. Javelin really was a clutz when it came to the dating game. The wild gaze of his company was a bit of a surprise to the male, but he didn't turn his eyes away. There was an intense sort of... something, there, that drew him instantly. A thing that was instant and would probably remain that way. His steps were careful, however, considering the fact that they were walking. Since he was a spy, he was used to sometimes having his eyes... occupied with other tasks. Normally they were looking for a suspected Anti-Grader or something, though, not peering into the eyes of such a beauty. He would have caught her when she tripped, would have scooped her up with his arms - but that didn't become neccessary. Instead, he was grasped around his arm. The muscles tensed so that he could adjust to the weight of another for that instant where he was managing to keep her from completing the trip, then relaxed beneath her grip as the caramel teenager was straight once more. He didn't react as her arm snaked around his, though her words caused him to chuckle lightly, tilting his head in a jovial fashion. Without even thinking, his hand snaked lower, fingers touching the palm of her hand rather warmly, though they didn't go so far as to slink down so that they could entwine with her own caramel digits. He wasn't sure if the touch itself would be welcome - much less more. Though that was just because he was unused to this. To romance in the slightest, much less a head-over-heels reaction within a matter of minutes. <font color=maroon>"Then you shall have to call me Blessed, for I surely must be."</font> He replied, rather honestly. It wasn't one of those "charming" one-liners, just something that popped into his head. Though he almost felt embarrassed for saying it the instant it was out. What an idiot.
To have him in her clutch was a whole new feeling of pleased exhilaration. It was especially rewarding to know that he did not mind, even liked it — for, instead of pulling away or simply leaving her arm dangling against his own, he shifted his palm downwards so that it brushed against her own mitten. She could feel the timorous apprehension through that brief contact, could feel the bashfulness as if it pulsated in his veins. She couldn’t help but smile impishly at this, but it wasn’t a mean smile. It was an encouraging one, and she finally tipped her cranium back and exposed her line of vision to him again, so that he could see her rows of teeth and be reassured. Then, even as their eyes locked for the third time that day, she curled her fingers into his own, folding their palms flat against each other, their soft digits intertwined. She knew such a move would speak volumes — whereas he had probably been trying to decide her level of interest before, she had now confirmed what it was, exactly. After all, as any teenager knew, laced fingers, locked together as theirs were, spoke of something beyond simple platonic affection… it was a murmur, an allusion to feelings and futures. They continued to walk, Stormwing and Valimos, and as he spoke gingerly into her ear, the female found herself floating ever closer to her partner. She did not want a chasm to be stretching between them, a cold cap that defied their budding magnetism. Thus, with each step, she bounced subtly to her right, shifting until she was finally nudging her trim hipbone against his with every matched pace. Though she had broken their lingering glance a few moments ago, she sent a demure look at him, as if asking him if he minded this close contact. Somehow reassured, though Jace spoke no words, she looked forward again, her mismatched oculars shining wetly, alive with illimitable delight. “I’d love to go with you sometime. I love coffee shops. I mean, I can be pretty hardcore, but I like to just kick back and listen to some coffeehouse blues, sometimes. It’d be even better, having you there with me. We could be a couple of caffeine junkies, hanging out every Tuesday at six or something queer like that…” She cackled to herself, squeezing his palm to ensure that she was only joking, and hadn’t meant to be offensive in any way. Her strident, breathy laugh then became a giggle as he referred to himself as “blessed”, but Okkie was saved from having to give him an answer to his sickeningly sweet line. For even as he said it, they reached the threshold to the Cafeteria branch of the Academy. The femme slowed her gait as they approached the clear doors, and then she came to a dead stop, tugging gently at Jace’s arm. She tilted her caramel head towards the door handle, indicating that he should open it for her. Not because she was trying to be officious, or attempting to demand that Javelin be chivalrous. But simply because her only arm was occupied, and she dared not slip it from his loving grip.
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> He was unused to a rush of feeling such as this, the thump of his heart against his chest, the feel of someone's warm palm against his. Yes, he was nervous. Why shouldn't Jace be? The spy was holding hands with one of the prettiest females he had ever seen and she seemed to be enjoying his presence, as well. Which was definitely far from being expected. Considering the fact that most women wouldn't look twice at him, with his messy, rugged look, and his attire that clearly showed him to be someone who wasn't about to look "decent and dignified", no matter how hard he tried. Though they would have been surprised to see Javelin at work. When he was among the "gentle class", he was often mistaken for one of them. As was intended. Then again, at this parties, Javelin tended to have an escort of some sort that claimed he was the younger son of a famous family. Which he was. Except he wasn't a younger son. Often the teenager had to lie about his connections, however, so no one would pin his alias with his real position. None would talk freely to a Valimos, for the most part, considering the fact that they were rather strong supporters of the Graders and were loud about it, too. Jace thought he remembered hearing that one of his cousins - Raphael - might be neutral on the topic. Which was a scandal, in their oh-so-grand Loyalist family. The impish smile that she sent his way caused the spy's own lips to curl in response, eyes capturing hers in such an intense manner that he normally would have felt as if it were proper to back down. This was different, though. There was a spark of warmth there that wasn't present if someone was trying to be intimidating - which he knew Okkie wasn't. As her fingers curled around his, the male's own digits wrapped easily around the knuckles of his companion. Someone he would already be glad to call a friend, though he would sigh at the thought of something more. Stupid, he knew. If the Graders ever heard of this... well, they would probably think that their spy was of no use anymore. Though they were in love, from what he had heard, it wasn't just some farce for the sake of Ramath-lehi's citizens. No, it was truly that they had something going. Maybe they would understand, then. As long as he didn't go stupid and tell an Anti-Grader that he was one of the Graders' spies, he was alright. Jace prayed that she wasn't against his rulers, his employers. That would certainly ruin the chance at romance that kept his spirits high. The young spy wasn't overly surprised when the holding hands became even closer, her body rubbing against his with every move that they made. It was an exhilirating thing, this tender reminder that she was there, with every step. The pendragon was actually happy that she hadn't replied to his words, since he found them to be utterly stupid, no matter how heartfelt they had been. It was a return jest, almost, though, seeing as she had said to call her Grace. It was jut a silly thing, which warranted no response. The moment passed when Jace had been embarrassed, though seeing as she didn't let go of his grip or back away, appalled by his silly reaction. He was about to reply to her comment on coffeehouses when they made it to the Cafe. Even if she hadn't nudged him, Valimos would have gotten the door - it was only polite. Besides, he really didn't want her to let go of his hand, lest she dart away in that fraction of a second where she was entirely free. Tugging the handle, Javelin placed his heel against it. Presuming Okkie went in, he would follow after her, letting the door click softly as it closed behind him.
She smiled graciously at him as he opened the door, and then she slipped over the threshold, dragging him gently after, their arms still wound and their fingers still laced. When they were both inside, the door slowly floated on its hinge, until it closed with a minute snap. Assured by this sound that they were both inside, Okkie then tugged her company forwards, leading him down the carpeted corridor. Red doors yawned open on either side, and as the banded female peeked into one or two, she realized they were social lounges. In one, there was a group of actors and actresses, obviously practicing lines, gesticulating passionately as they declared a false sense of love for one another. In another chamber, just a few doors down, Okkie spied a single female, sitting in a lotus position, her hindquarters situated on a pad as she practised the earthen art of meditation. As she and Jace slunk further down the hallway, they found some doors to be closed, signs hung haphazardly on the brass handles, declaring them as Private Rendezvous Rooms. Caramel femme blushed as she realized what these particular dens were for — most likely private dates between two lovers, sharing coffee and tarts and kisses as they lolled on a plush carpet before a roaring fire… The young Stormwing shook her head and peered at Javelin, wondering what he was thinking. Did he notice the signs, know what they meant? If that was the case, was he interested in reserving their own personal niche? She had no preference — sipping lattés in the crowded main cafeteria or one of the social lounges was all right with her, and so was seeking out a private room. It was all up to Jace. After all, she had been making most of the initial moves in this relationship; now it was his turn. “So… we have a choice to make here. See those closed doors with the signs? I’m pretty sure those are rooms you reserve if you want to have more privacy. Like if you’re on a… date. Or if you just want to hold an ultra-incognito spy chat. Heh. Then there are the social lounges, and the main café area that you’re probably aware of. Which did you want to sit in? It doesn’t matter to me, really, so it’s all up to you.” Her ringed hand gave his a gentle squeeze, and then the pair of pendragons emerged into the heart of the cafeteria branch. Students and faculty were bustling about, carrying food and drinks and bags as they rushed hither and thither. Okkie watched a young male with large glasses carrying a stack of apples, and she chuckled when he nearly dropped them. But then a large jock came to the rescue, and the flustered nerd gave him an appreciative smile, readjusted the grasp on his collection of apples, then scurried away, brushing Okkie’s flaccid sleeve as he went. She offered him a mischievous grin as he went by, then turned her coyote-like head back around, and leaned it against Jace’s shoulder. Now that they were in the midst of so many pendragons, she was super wary of losing her clutch on him. If they got separated in this mess, it would be a feat if they ever found each other again…
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> The tug of her arm against his was greeted with a faint squeeze of his hand against hers, a more relaxed smile on his face now that they had entered the coffeehouse. Though the place would seem as if it would have, normally, done the opposite to the black-and-white male. Due to the fact that he was beginning to trust Okkie wasn't tugging him along for laughs, the spy was considerably more happy with his current position, arm entwined with hers, fingers wrapped so easily around the slender caramel digits that she owned. His eyes couldn't help but wander to the various rooms they passed, taking in each pendragon, in turn, that he saw in idle amusement. Normally he would have recalled them in order, then tried to repeat them to himself to see if he could remember which was first, second, and so on. Just because it was good practice. Right now he was busy, though, preoccupied with other thoughts. The slightest frown tugged at his lips as he peerd at the closed doors, slightly disappointed. Until he realized the reality of the reason for those rooms - and blushed more obviously than his caramel companion. After all, the white showed the reddish hue more freely than her own would. It faded quickly, the color draining away as he regained control of his emotions, but Jace was still a bit... leery of those rooms. Valimos subtly shifted his gaze back to Okkie, wondering what, exactly, she thought of those rooms. Though he would enjoy spending some alone time with the entrancing female, the thought that he might do something he would regret stuck firmly in the spy's mind. While he was capable of controlling hormones in public, with her, alone in a room with him, well the young journeyman couldn't be so assured of his own will - how well it would restrain him. Though he knew that, even if he was alone with Okkie, he would never do anything she wasn't willing to do. Javelin thought that intimacy was something that had to be mutual. Received and given in turn. Otherwise it seemed like a loss, to him, for the one who was forcing such attentions upon his - or her - companion. He listened to her words, ears pricking, suspicions rising, as she spoke of "spy" talks. Had he mentioned being a spy? No... but she might have that as one of her trades or, it was more likely, was merely joking. The youth relaxed. There was no reason to fret. The caramel-and-cream female didn't seem to intend to stun him with her words. Before he could reply, they were in the main cafeteria area, staring out at the massess. Eyes peered at the teen who almost dropped his apples. That nerd probably would have been him, in school. Though he might have been more popular with the ladies, due to the fact that he knew how to play music. Thus, he might be able to charm girls that way. Jace actually felt a twinge of faint jealousy at the mischevious grin cast the way of the nerd from Okkie as he passed - though it faded quickly. It wasn't like she was flirting with the other guy. Besides, she had every right to, if she wanted. As she leaned against him, the male spy almost melted out of relief and happiness at the close contact, longing to just sweep her up in his arms right then and there and carry her off to one of this Rendevous rooms. Though that would mean no coffee and he wanted some. Plus it would... almost defintely send Okkie a weird message. He leaned toward her, his lips brushing against her caramel ear as he spoke softly. <font color=maroon>"Mm, well, if it's my choice, I say we get one of those 'private rooms'. Can't have a ultra-incognito spy chat out here, can we?"</font> He said somewhat jokingly, though he was a bit serious. He wanted to know what her trades were... was tempted to ask if she had loyalty to either the Anti-Grader movement or the Pro-Grader movement - or if she was a neutral. Ah, but it didn't matter. First he wanted her reaction from the subtle... tone of his message. Perhaps he inteded for both the spy chat and the second thing she had mentioned? That whole "date" deal?
<h4>Out of Character</h4>I think this post blows... lol. Oh well. <h4>In Character</h4>“You know, Spying is one of my trades. By any chance, is it one of yours?” Okkie said this in a mild tone, just attempting to further thin the ice with a bit of small talk. Though she was interested in learning more about Javelin, she did not think much of her query. After all, it was a standard question of introduction — one’s trades were not private domain, and they often said volumes about an individual. For example, her own trades included Spying, Rogue training, and Swimming. She used the former as sort of a mere pasttime (she had yet to choose a loyalty, and merely honed her skills by playing mock spy games with her oblivious classmates), but the latter two fields were fully employed, via Shadowlack and the Janardan water polo team. Okkie knew that her trio of trades said a lot about her and her lifestyle, and she hoped she could glean sufficient information about Jace by simply being told his fields of study. “My secondary trade is Rogue-ship. It seems like such a simple thing, but it’s not really. You have to learn to live completely alone, be an individual, and take care of yourself. Plus you have to know how to stand for your own choices and opinions… Not as easy as it sounds. My tertiary trade is Swimming, of course. I bet you could have guessed that though.” By now, the duo had started walking again, weaving between the hundreds of others that were scrambling around the caferia. Okkie still had her cheek pressed against the male’s shoulder, and she had no desire to remove it. She kept it in place even as they jostled through the crowd, and approached the coffee shop counter. The ginger femme knew that she and Jace appeared to be smitten couple out for a leisurely stroll and a cup of java, and she did not mind that assumption. Hey, if everybody was going to assume she had a boyfriend, at least they thought it was Javelin Valimos — he was a hottie. “Ah… I think I’ll have an Irish mocha,” Twelve spoke up as they stood before the counter, behind which stood a rather grumpy-looking worker. “And he’ll have… whatever he wants? Jace?” She looked to him, imploring him to order, but then she flashed her gaze back to the waitress and added, “Oh, and could we reserve one of the private rooms, please?”
<font color=maroon>out.of.character - <u>harper thorne</u></font> :mutters: Own worst critic, m'dear. <font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> The question startled Jace, because he had just been thinking about it. Piercing black eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he tilted his head, deciding that it was an innocent enough question. Now if she asked what rank he held... she would be surprised, no doubt. Probably ask Valimos if he was older than he looked. For it wasn't right that someone of his age had Journeyman ranks. It was because of his - mm, "connections" was a good word for it - that he even had them at all. Not that he wasn't good enough to have that position, it was simply that the black-eyed teenager wouldn't have received them without the strong suggestion of the Pro-Grader faction. Though he was tempted to avoid the question, he knew it would only bring up questions later. Besides, Javelin really had no reason to keep the information from her. Even if she was seducing him for vile reasons, it wouldn't hurt for her to know. She probably already did, if she was trying to trick him. And if she was, Okkie was doing a darn good job of it. <font color=maroon>"Interesting trades, though they seem to suit."</font> He replied with an impish smile, then continued, answering her question. <font color=maroon>"Indeed, Spying is one of my trades - the primary. Then there's Shapeshifting, Music, and Songwriting."</font> There was a slight pause as his free hand ran through rugged forelocks in a habitual manner, causing some of them to move backward, out of his eyes, for a moment, at least. <font color=maroon>"I'm quite the academic one, as you can clearly see."</font> Javelin completed his words in a light tease. Jace wasn't sure what to think about all of this. It was happening so fast, like he had heard, before, in fables. Stories he had always dismissed as silly. Now there was a sort of uneasy reality about it. Was he being duped? Was Okkie truly here for something other than what she claimed? Of course, Stormwing hadn't said anything particular about her intentions. The ginger lady was leaning on him in such a tender fashion, though, that he wondered, he truly did, if she was being honest about it. It felt like it, but Javelin wasn't about to take things for face value. He was a spy. Eventually he would be absolutely sure what this was all about - if she was truly interested in something more than a day of flirting or if that was all it was. As she ordered - a thing he noticed got a lone snicker from a nearby male - Jace was silent. A slight flash of vicious teeth was sent to the snickering fellow, a choice finger displayed to the irritating pendragon. <font color=maroon>"I'll have an Irish Mocha, too."</font> He said with a cheery smile to the obviously overworked pendragon behind the counter.
Sculpted coyote ears pricked as the waitress moved away from the register and towards the coffee machine. Okkie heard the whirring as it mixed the ingredients of their drinks — frothy mocha, sticky caramel, and a blob of real whipped cream to top it off. Though the young female whom was making their mochas seemed to be in a rather foul temper, she nevertheless moved quite efficiently, now placing the tall cups away from the drip of the machine so she could stir in the flavor. Okkie licked her lips when the final touch, a ruby red cherry, was applied, and her mismatched oculars never left the two tall mugs as the waitress carried them back to the counter. She placed them on the cool porcelain, along with plastic spoons, napkins, and a room card with a number. She then looked grumpily at the pair, her voice vague as she spoke: “Student ID number please?” (Instead of collecting cash, the cafeteria charged food expenses, along with tuition payments, onto student credit accounts, based on meal plans and thenceforth.) The Kanji-marked female obliged, smiling candidly at Javelin, and then motioned somewhat bashfully for him to grab the drinks. Then, all set, she led him away from the counter and back towards the plushly-carped hallway. “I never believed in that whole myth about the males paying for everything. I hope you don’t mind. I have quite a bit of money stashed away, and nobody else to spend it but me, so little expenses like that don’t bother me. Not that I mean to brag,” She said worriedly. “I just sort of have my own business so that I can support myself, but I’m a miser. I always have a little bit of spare change for situations like this.” Okkie suddenly felt a bit sheepish. She felt as if she had been gloating, when that had not been her intention at all. What was more, she never told Jace exactly what her business was — and she hoped he would not ask. Though she had no shame selling her home-grown crop of Ramathian marijuana, she did not know how he would react. They were still new to each other, and she had no clue as to how he felt about drugs, and so she did not want to expose that facet of her life. Not just yet, anyhow. “Anyway, back to trades. You’re a Spy, as well? Do you have a side you lean towards? Or even hope to work for in the future? Me… I’m not sure about anything yet, so I’m basically neutral. Though I do have a sort of fear of the Graders. I dunno, I just think that if they knew me and my habits, they wouldn’t exactly… approve. Not that I do anything criminal, or something like that, but I am a classic teenager, with classic… bad habits. On the other hand, I’m not against them, either. I just mind my own business when it comes to the Graders and politics and all that.” As she had been blabbering on, Okkie and Javelin had prowled back down the hallway, their paces silenced by the luxurious carpet beneath their feet. A few stray females, probably from the acting lounge due to their excessive amounts of stage make-up, hurried by them, giggling and talking in excited voices. One of them bumped right into the caramel-and-marshmallow youth, and this movement caused her to stumble into Jace a bit. She tried to check herself at the last second, afraid that she would cause her friend to spill their drinks, and she was fortunate enough to only nudge lightly against his side. Poisonous glare was sent after the boisterous females that had nearly caused catastrophe, but then Okkie swung her cranium around and peered at the nearest doors. There was HH1, II1, and JJ1… then KK1, just a few feet ahead. That was their place, and as she mumbled a few curses about over-enthusiastic actors, she tugged Jace towards the door, wondering idly as they approached how they were going to open it. What with their arms still bound and the drinks in his other hand…
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Javelin was amused by the whirr of the machine as it set into motion the beginning of their mochas. Though, perhaps, he was even more amused by the disgruntled cashier who seemed rather inclined to be grumpy despite the fact that there was nothing wrong. He had always heard that those who worked in cafeterias and the like were supposed to be cheery in order to keep their jobs. Jace almost wondered if that particular girl knew it. It probably wasn't a desired job, though, something taken because it paid well enough. She seemed young enough to be a student here, busily working on her studies, and doing a cafeteria shift for some extra pocket change. It seemed like the sort of thing he would have done, had he gone through school. Though the Valimos family had a rich inheritance - and he was the oldest son - the Grader spy wouldn't have gotten much in the way of "fun money". It would have all been carefully monitored to make sure he wasn't "squandering" it. Which meant using it for anything besides school or extra curricular activities that were approved of by his father, Jangor. Though Jangor wasn't his biological parent - and he knew it - the adult male never stopped acting like it. Jace was quite delighted by the frothy finish of the Irish mochas, the cherry that was popped on top. There was a certain smell to it, too, that almost made him want to break into the ancient terran's Irish accent and start talking about beers - just almost, though. Perhaps it was just because he was so fizzly inside since he had met Okkie. Though there was nothing yet, he felt the anticipation of something in the future - near or far - to be an exhilirating thing. Javelin would have to get jobs around Swaraj so that he could stay near to the caramel-and-cream lady. He grabbed the drinks at her gesture, gracefully balancing them so that they wouldn't crash to the ground the second he started moving. In truth, the Spy was rather grateful that Okkie took the expenses. Not because he couldn't pay it (the money he had stashed was considerable), but because he had no student ID number. That would mean giving the digited number that Hart had given him, one that would label him as a "honored visitor", as if he were one of the Graders themselves. <font color=maroon>"Thanks... but you know that means I owe you one."</font> Jace replied with a slight grin. He would pay when the went to Jevvel's. Unless Jev' insisted upon having it "on her", because he had a date, for once. Or she would presume that, anyway, even if Okkie was coming as his friend and confidant, not as anything more. The question about Spies was something that he had been meaning to ask when they got settled, so he was all ears to hear her own political position. A neutral... well, that wasn't bad. Most pendragons were. They were fine with how things were and saw no reason to oppose their leaders - though if they knew some of the things the Graders did, they might. Jace was privy to a lot of information that was "top secret", since he was boundless, as far as getting any known knowledge was concerned. Knew about the experiments and the... "unfortunate ends" of some of the Graders' enemies. Though some of them were marked as "rumors, only", so that he was pretty sure that no official knowledge had been imparted by the Graders - even to their most trusted spies. Some information had to be like that. Kept only to the highest pair, not spread around so that their subordinates knew, as well. Jace tensed a bit as Okkie bumped into him, managing to shift his steps so that not a single drop was spilt from their drinks, though he matched Kie's poisonous glare with one of his own, sent speeding toward the giggling group. Teenagers were such a hassle. Most weren't capable of restraint. As they reached the door, Javelin sent it a puzzled look. Now there was a question - what was he supposed to do? The drinks... and then Okkie's hand. Well, he wasn't about to release Stormwing's paw, so it would have to be the drinks. Oh, but wait! They had tails. Right. His own moved sleekly around his side, slinking forward until it grasped the handle with a flame gone cold so that it wouldn't burn the metal. It coiled easily around the knob, and twisted, allowing a soft click as it opened. <font color=maroon>"Shall we, then? As to politics... I'm a Grader supporter. It's kind of a family thing, though I suppose I have my own reasons, too, for being loyal to them. Suppose I'm just not used to the idea of having no stand on anything. Seen no reason to oppose them and many reasons to support them. So, for me, it's easier to say that I proudly stand behind our leaders than to have no opinion whatsoever. I respect those that don't have a side, but I think that, in time, things will happen that will change their minds to one way or the other. Sorry if I sound like I think being neutral is bad - I really don't."</font> Javelin did think that it sounded like that, but he didn't really think that Okkie was stupid for having no opinion - he respected it and was grateful she wasn't Anti-Grader.
Once the two were in the room, Okkie decided it was finally time to let go — how would they be able to sit and drink if their arms were occupied? She gave his warm hand a final squeeze, then untwisted her fingers from his, and slipped her arm free. She felt a sudden chill on her right side as she stepped a pace away from Javelin, the heat of his body and his palm now gone. Cocoa femme knew it was not lost forever, though, and she offered the wickedly-designed male a wink and a grin. Then, turning to survey the chamber (which was quite luxurious. It was decorated in a deep carmine color, with gilted decorations, and there was a sleek coffee table between two squishy love seats), Okkie padded further into the room, nudged past the shining wooden table, and planted her trim hindquarters in one of the super-soft seats. Once she was comfortably positioned, she looked up at Javelin, motioning for him to take the sofa across from her (for now, she merely wanted to talk. If other things were to come later, then she would invite him to sit at her immediate side). “Nice chairs, eh? I just hope there are no taps, lest our secret spy chat be overheard!” She chuckled. “But speaking of more spy things… I know there’s a spot in hell reserved just for fence-sitters. I plan on choosing a side, some day, I just haven’t decided yet. I guess some of my actions could really be considered anti-Grader though… I have a sort of clan I belong to that definitely spurs any government. Not actively, jut in the way it operates and such. I just don’t think the Graders like having little groups running around without surveillance? Anyway, I have always sort of feared the Grader lineage… Dunno why, exactly. Maybe it’s the rumors I’ve heard. Are they true? Do they really ‘off’ their enemies, and openly torture those whose ways they don’t agree with? If any of that is true… do you support it? Hm, and what happens in the case that they ever get over-thrown? What then?” Well, if the ice hadn’t been broken before, it sure as hell had just been melted by a rather large tongue of flame. Okkie fired the questions at him as quickly as they sprang into her mind, and she had no hesitation in asking them. Though she liked Javelin, and hoped the feelings were mutual, she had to know these things… she did not want to fall in love with a stranger. Besides, she also needed to know if Jace could handle her — though she had been sweet and charming up until now, there was a whole other side to the Kanji-marked femme. Would he be able to deal with her fiery nature and her wicked ways of life…? Okkie had a feeling that she would soon find out, had a hunch that her skeletons would soon leap out of the closet to bite her company in the ass. She just hoped — no, wished, quite strongly — that he would not be overwhelmed and pushed away.
