OoC - 3° Dyo 81380. This is for Lucian, but one other is welcome. I would prefer Janardan students. BiC - “Damn. I wonder if Koani helped him design this at all," Radin said. His green hand was cradling Riot’s left as he examined the promise ring on her finger. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask," Riot replied, her mismatched eyes sparkling as she gently rotated her wrist, causing the dim lighting of the restaurant to reflect off its platinum surface. “I think she might have, though. Koani didn’t seem surprised at all when I showed up with it on the night before the dinner party. Then again, she’s good about hiding her feelings from me, so…" Gingerly releasing Riot’s hand, Radin grinned and looked up at her face. “Cayson told me about your adventures at that dinner party," he said with a light, crooning laugh. “Yeah?" the thill responded, her eyebrows shooting up slightly. It did not surprise her that Case had told Radin about their misadventures, but she wondered just how much detail he had shared with the green arden. “What all did he tell you?" Leaning backwards, Radin gave Riot a small, reassuring smile. “For the record, I prodded it out of him; he didn’t give me facts very willingly. And he didn’t get very specific. Just said you two were getting sort of touchy feely, only to have Villi walk in on you. Said he got a pretty nasty zipper bite. Ouch," the verdant male said, grimacing as if in sympathy pain for his friend. “He probably had blue balls on top of that. I told him I felt for him." Riot rolled her eyes and chuckled at Radin. She wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with him knowing the intimate details of hers and Cayson’s fairly tame sex life, but she supposed it was only natural. Cayson and Radin had been close friends for their entire lives, it seemed. She could probably get used to his knowing private facts about her; she just hoped that Case wouldn’t share everything with his green friend. “So, you two are getting really serious," Radin said after a momentary pause in which he had glanced around the restaurant. His shaded gaze directed itself towards the thill’s face once more. “I’m really, really happy for you guys." “Aw, Radin," Riot said. Her hand was still outstretched on the table, and she reached for his now. “You’re a sweetheart," she said truthfully. She knew he had liked her once upon a time, and that seeing Cayson and her as a couple had been hard on him at first. He had moved on, though, and any envy seemed to have been totally erased. “You’re part of us, you know, even though we really are getting quite serious. You’re our third tricycle tire, and what would we be if we lost you?" “A bicycle?" Riot stuck her studded tongue out at the arden and slapped his hand away playfully, before turning her gaze to look around the restaurant like Radin had done only moments ago. It was a small, upscale bistro not too far from her house, and the service was supposed to be excellent. So far, however, she and Radin had been seated for well over ten minutes, and no waiter or waitress had even arrived to ask for their drinks. They were both thirsty and hungry, and Riot was growing impatient. Then again, it wasn’t all bad – Radin had asked her to go to lunch so they could catch up, and the slowness gave them an ample opportunity to talk. “So, hey, how’s your love life, anyway?" Riot asked, giving up on her search for a waiter. “Well, I’m not attached to anybody in particular right now," the arden responded. As he spoke, he leaned sideways to scratch at in itch on his leg, before sitting up straight once more. “New pants, they’re itchy," he explained shortly before adding on, “I met this really good looking janitor type guy in Mia. His name was Lox, but I haven’t seen him since, unfortunately. And I met a cute guy named Lothor not long after. Also, a few weeks ago, this really pretty girl asked me out, and I said I’d call her. And then I forgot. I lost her number, too…" Shaking her head, Riot found herself laughing once more. Radin was too cute, too funny. He deserved a great relationship with someone, though after her attempts with Reveri and Kakosenas, the banded thill would not be the one attempting to match him up with anybody. She had no talent for matchmaking. “Maybe you can meet someone on the cruise," she spoke up as the idea suddenly struck her. “Case told you about that, right?" “Yeah! He did," Radin said, and his demeanor took on an excited air as he leaned forward on the table. “Sounds like it’s going to be a riot," he said with a cheeky grin at the word play. “I think – oh, here comes a waitress," he continued, leaning backwards once more as a pretty thill approached the table, a pad and pencil in hand. “Hello! Sorry to keep you waiting! What can I get you two to drink?" she chirped in a bubbly fashion. Her cheeks were flushed, and Riot wondered if she had just arrived late for her shift. “I’ll take a cherry cola, lots of ice," Stormwing said. “Orange soda for me," Radin added on after her, and then the two fell into a comfortable silence as the waitress moved away to fetch their drinks.
Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=710Matt</a> Matt growled a little as he stood their in his uniform, he hated the apron they made him wear, with the small little cafe logo on the front. He only worked here because he needed the money, he didnÂ’t even like coffee. He himself was a tea arden, the bitter and foul taste of coffee just made him wretch, yet all he did was serve it all day. It didnÂ’t help that his partner was not only late but she kept looking at the green arden with the celebrity. She was taking ages to do even anything, constantly sneaking glances at him and that, it was driving him insane. So now he had elected himself to serve the customers, leaving her to be all shy and embarrassed with the coffee addicts and the donut munchers. He assembled their drinks on his black plastic try and balanced it on his arm, one cherry cola and one milkshake, both with ice. It felt uncomfortable with the cold plastic thing resting on the flat of his forearm, another plate in his hand for the table before them. He smiled at the ground of people before them, two thills and three ardens, ordering some incredible large mountain of chips to share. They seemed like a pretty kewl bunch, but unfortunately he had to work. He would much rather be at home with Jade, nuzzling together with some food and a holo film or something. He cursed hs poor disposition. With an elegant arm movement and a little shuffle he slide the tray of his forearm and into his hand. Walking up to the prep table with one hand quickly fiddling with his blood red mohawk, a habit when ever he entered a slightly nervous situation. "And here are your drinks, cherry thing for you right." He said with a forced smile towards the large eared thill, then turning his attention to the forest coloured arden. "And one strawberry milkshake." He said, his hand carefully juggling the large glass into shape. The last thing he wanted to do was fumble it all over them. "So is there anything else I can get you too celeb people." he said with a very bored and tedious tone. He was far from a fan, and to be honest he didnÂ’t really like them, especially the thill. She had kicked him and jade off the club site at Janarden, all because she said they werenÂ’t supposed to be behind it. Maybe, with a little luck he could get his revenge. If he was feeling bold enough then he might even spit in their food or something, the old school method for annoying customers. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Oh yeah chips, in england are fries. or whatever ya call them ;)</td></tr></table>
“So, what were you going to say?" Riot said after a moment. She cleared her throat and flicked an ear as she peered candidly at Radin. “Oh… I don’t remember, actually," the arden replied with a laugh. “I just think that the cruise is going to kick a lot of ass. I bet that the majority of the pendragons onboard are going to be older, but maybe there will be some fine young ladies and gentleman to chat with," he added, and once more leaned sideways to scratch at his itchy, chafing pants. Just then, a waiter appeared at their table, and put two drinks down. Riot’s ears lay back as she watched him, and she glanced at Radin. It was hard to read the Dragyn’s expression due to the darkened hue of his glasses, but she saw the slight frown. He hadn’t ordered a strawberry milkshake, and the thill wondered whether he would politely request the correct drink or else let it slide. “My –" he began to say in a polite tone, but then his voice cut off when the waiter went on in a bored tone, referring to them as “celebrities." Radin looked nonplussed as he trailed off, and he turned his stare from the waiter to Riot. He wondered if she knew him personally, or if perhaps the unfamiliar arden knew of her through the media. In any case, the other’s tone had been rather blasé. Riot frowned as she regarded the rather uncouth waiter, and he did look vaguely familiar. But she’d never personally affronted him, and could not think of what could account for his tedious, bored attitude. Then again, many strange pendragons seemed to dislike her for her past dealings with Koani Grader, as they were not privy to the fact that almost all had been mended. She sighed after a second, and looked the male straight in the eye as she then addressed his words. “Thanks. But you got my friend’s drink wrong. He ordered an orange soda," she said, stiffly but with manners. “And, please, if you have to refer to us, call us by our names, not by some ‘titles.’ I’m Riot, and this is Radin." The waiter had definitely prickled her hackles, but she played the smooth card, and then gave him an expectant glance as she waited for him to walk away and correct Radin’s order.
Matt stared back at her just but with just a placid look of fake interest, a half little business smile on his face and the other half a dull expressionless nothing. He sucked his teeth a little bit at the drinks dilemma, it wasnÂ’t really his fault. The girls note book had all these little hearts around the order and it defiantly said "shake" something. The red hearts and that, he just assumed it was being very craftily colour coded and such, ah well. "Well whatever" he said, blatantly shrugging of her comment, and could your "friend" please just enjoy it. " he said with a very sarcastic tone yet with a slight plead to it. " We are very busy, but if you insist I can change it for you but it may mean another long wait." He said again, trying to force the slightly ruder tones from his voice. He didnÂ’t want to piss them off before they got their food, other wise they might just leave. He was quite curious about them to tell the truth, he wasnÂ’t into to politics that much but he had seen Riot in the news, something about a fight with some famous person. He was surprised mostly at how much money she had gotÂ’ tern out of it, well according to rumour anyway. It sounded like a great way to make money really, beat up some one, get acquitted then sue them. Still he had heard about her company though, it sounded kewl with the racing but he wasnÂ’t into clubbing that much. If he wanted to shout all night he would visit his aunt again. Suppressing a shudder he carried on trying to deal with them, and would you like anything else." he said with an exasperated tone. He wasnÂ’t in the mood though if they were just going to send him back and forwards, alternating between the counter and their table then he would just usher them out. He supposed he should be a little nice, "Yeah sorry about the wait by the way. Their is a slight staff shortage." his more usual and lively tone returning. He didnÂ’t want to come across as a total jackass but he wasnÂ’t overly bothered about his reputation with them.
Riot had had every intention of remaining polite but firm, but when the waiter spoke in reply, she stared at him and had to coach herself to not let her jaw drop. Across the table, Radin also looked completely taken aback, and for a good minute or two after the waiter’s words, the pair just stared at him rather silently, eyebrows slightly quirked as they both mulled over how to respond to this ill-mannered arden. “Excuse me, but isn’t this a restaurant? I’m not going to just accept whatever you throw at me. I’d like what I ordered, thanks," Radin finally spoke up. “How goddamn long does it take to get a glass of orange soda?" he added on, disbelief and anger beginning to tint his deep voice. “Radin," Riot suddenly said, her voice slightly raised and very firm. Almost immediately, the arden pursed his lips and sat backwards, obviously understanding the silencing tone in the thill’s voice. Riot, who had given him a somewhat rueful look along with her command, then turned slowly to gaze once more at the impudent waiter. “Do you have some sort of problem with us? If so, please feel free to have someone else wait on our table. Or, better yet, let me speak with the manager. The service here so far has been terrible. Like Radin said, how difficult is it to get us a couple of drinks? That’s all we’d like for now, just the right drinks."
Matt let out a disappointed sigh, he wasnÂ’t really in the mood to barge the girl at the bar out the way to get some simple orange soda, but it appeared he didnÂ’t have a massive choice. They did seem to have one up on him, he needed this job more than they needed a meal so it kinda put him on a lower footing. Still he would just annoy them a little more now, just for making him move. He supposed he was being a little bit of a jerk but cafe work didnÂ’t agree with him, that and Riots words had triggered some thinking in him. He wasnÂ’t really sure if there was some reason he didnÂ’t like them, Radin, well he didnÂ’t like people who were popular like him. Plus he had more than heard the rumours at Janardan about him. Supposedly he stole to feed his weed habit, and he slept around. But then again their were a lot of rumours at the academy. And the thill, well he just didnÂ’t like her. Ever since the club incident and the way she talked. Plus how she was rich just for hitting someone while he was stuck working. Yet he wasnÂ’t sure. "No I donÂ’t have a problem with you too, your fussy but thatÂ’s it so far." He said with a very distant and thoughtful tone. "And yeah I'll get you your drink." He said as he turned and walked away, he tail swishing from side to side. He hustled himself behind the counter and to the bar area, then after a little wait he got the girl out the way so he could fix a drink. He put the glass on a saucer though, with two ice cubes next to it. Just in case he wanted ice. He made his way over, but stopped on the way to take another couples order. Two thills who seemed be here for a little chat, one being all dark furred and with stark yellow hair. The other with a soft and striped brown. He left their order on the counter by the till for the girl, then made his way back to R&R. He eased the drink its saucer down, his other hand taking the milkshake away. "There you go, orange soda with or without ice." A tedious tone filling the air. "So now, at last, could I get your main orders please." A relived tone that he would be done with them for a while.
“Fussy," Radin repeated when the waiter spoke, anger and incredulity in his voice. He and Riot had ordered specific beverages, and simply wanted the correct drinks – that made them fussy? Right at that moment, the waiter turned and strolled away, supposedly to retrieve said drinks, and so the Dragyn was unable to say anything more to the rude arden. “What the hell is up with that guy?" he said, turning to Riot. “Do you know him or something? Irregardless, he’s being a major prick for no reason at all. It’s lucky Cayson isn’t here to see this. He’d smash the dude in the face for being so uppity with you." Riot shrugged when Radin asked if she knew the male – he looked vaguely familiar, but that was all – and then blinked when he spoke about Case. The idea of her sweetheart plugging anyone in the face caused her to stare for a moment, and she gave Radin a bit of a nonplussed look. She’d heard rumors that Cayson could be a jerk, but had never believed them, because he was almost sickeningly sweet around her. However, if Radin said that Cayson would do something… nobody but Riot herself could claim to know the Lapices arden any more deeply. “Really?" she said after a moment, and she actively tried to imagine Cayson showing up and dragging the waiter around by the collar, or else messing him up. It actually brought a smile to the thill’s face. “Mm, I don’t think I’d mind seeing that side of him, especially if he’d act that way on my behalf. It’d be kind of hot to watch him being all defensive and protective… and possessive. I don’t think I’d mind at all, really," she finished up with a bit of a laugh. Just then, the waiter returned, and finally offered Radin his orange soda. The arden accepted it rather graciously and wordlessly, and then looked towards Riot to allow her to order first… that was, if she was even interested in sticking around this place long enough for a meal. Radin himself was thinking they could finish their drinks, pay, and go talk elsewhere. The service here was truly abominable, and he’d rather eat at their dormitory. “Could we just get a basket of chips and salsa?" Riot said, and she glanced at Radin, who nodded approvingly. It was a snack, enough of an order so as to seem flippant about the waiter’s attitude but not commit them to the restaurant for any real length of time. “Could you bring the bill with that, also? Thanks," she added on, wanting simply to pay, eat, and then get the hell out of this poorly run place.
Matt took out his little note book and the pen that was tucked neatly away in his top apron pocket, some cheap thing that the company provided. He scribbled down the little shorthand stuff he had been practicing, it was quite hard really. All these different symbols and letters for the different meals, then the little sub symbols that represented the different garnishes. It was really quite annoying, and since he was new he had too take extra long making sure it was correct. "Sooo chips and salsa... what kind of salsa you want. We have Tex mex, red pepper and erm. Oh yeah assorted spicy stuff, it has ymeymt in it." He said scratching his pencil into the paper, making a sharp, painful sound. "Yeah so which one." Putting on his work smile, they looked a little cheesed off really. Hmmm maybe I pushed it a little too far he mused to himself with a smile, he didnt want thinks to get to out of hand. If the green guy decided to get all mucho and start fighting that could be rather messy, it wasnÂ’t safe for Matt to fight. Especially with his condition. So he tried to be a little more polite, unless they did anything really awkward that is. He supposed it would actually be quite interesting to just bully them out of the place, maybe they would send like government people after him. Well he could dream. He had just thought of some great pranks too, like putting Jello in their drinks or something. Or switching the salt with sugar, in fact maybe he could do something to the salsa, ah the possibilities.
“Spicy works," Radin said in response to the waiter’s inquiry about what flavor of salsa they wanted. “By the way," he added on, “what’s your name?" His deep timbre was casual, and he lifted his eyebrows a little curiously as he regarded the other arden from behind his dark glasses. Across the small table, Riot put her fingers around her sweating glass of cherry cola, and lifted it to her mouth to take a sip. She wondered why Radin was questioning the waiter. Perhaps he wanted to know who he was, so he could complain to the management. Or maybe he would seek the other male out after hours, perhaps even at Janardan, assuming the waiter went there. The thill found herself somewhat amused at all of these ideas, but she kept her expression fairly neutral as she put her drink back down and expectantly waited for the waiter to answer the question and leave to get their order. When he’d gone, Riot idly played with the promise band on her finger, before sighing. “I bet you he’s one of those random strangers that think they know me and hate me because of what happened with Koani. Gods, if they only knew that I’m dating her son and getting along with her so well these days. I suppose they’ll find those things out sometime, and things will definitely be a bit different. Mrr… or maybe he’s just some twat that’s pissed off because I wouldn’t let him into one of the clubs or something…" Yes, that seemed to ring a bell, but Riot didn’t dwell on it too much. The coarse waiter was scarcely worth a second of her time.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Crap I'm late, as usual >.<</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>"Nah, I know him from class he's more sore that you got famous over beating the crap out Konai then anything else. One of those guys who thinks people should get famous doing other things, I think its perfectly fine getting famous that way. There are alot of kids like that at school, most don't even bother to say anything about it, too worried something might happen to them."</span> The voice was from the table next to them a teen with black and red fur, long brown hair, purple in the front, red tipped in the back. Her eyes were green grey and her ears stood up like an Anubi's. Her clothes were a black suit and a white shirt with plettes in the front. She had a pair of black goggles on her head. On her arms under all this were a pair of silver Anubian bracers. Sitting next to her curled up around the chair was her Cucu friend Dos. She asked the waiter to hurry up with her order, as she finished up her drink, and added a smoothie to the list of what she ordered. <span style='color:red'>"Sorry for butting in, I'm just bored, my contact must have fallen asleep at the computer again."</span> She was refering to Cuesanu who had come up with a new tail part for Nekhalla's Menlo suit. But was currently incognito, at her desk, in her room. Cuesanu had a habit of working too hard at night and then falling asleep during the daytime. Nekhalla was different, not working hard enough, but still falling asleep during the daytime. Mainly because her duties required her being out all night, but not doing much. She wasn't going to bother waking Cuesanu, there was no point, poor girl would just fall asleep again. Coffee was not an option as she was already short enough. So she was just going to relax and maybe have a casual conversation.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Oo didnÂ’t know if you were still joining, lol might make this a little easier. It surprisingly hard to be mean for no real reason. Gah why do they have to be polite.</td></tr></table> Matt smiled a little to himself when they mentioned the spicy one, spicy was always fun. It was amazing that it looked like so many different things too, and accidents did happen in the kitchen. He would see what he could find, he wasnÂ’t too surprised when the arden asked for his name. Chances are he would want to pay a little visit and try and rough him up or something, with maybe some mates too. That or he was curious, it was hard to read the blank expression of the arden. One of these people that could be anything, he certainly was a swinger. "Ok, Spicy it is. And the names Matt." He said, his finger coming up to the cheap plastic badge that came with his uniform. In black ink writing that was a little bit scruffy, not to mention in block capitals said Matt. As he walked away he took another order from some other thill at a table near by, some geeky looking Anubi with kewl goggles. He was slightly annoyed though at how she told him to hurry up, he had only just taken the stupid order. He walked off though with the Riot girl in his head, trying very hard to remember the name of the person she beat up. He knew it was some famous political person but the name eluded him, maybe it was one of the dictator Graders. he sighed not really caring overly to much, who she decided to beat up was her own business. He commended one of the rumours about it though, he had heard from this one arden that she had done it to defend a friend. Still it sounded so arrogant to him, go up a beat up a politician because your friend broke the law. He went off and began work on fixing the orders, the chips were easy but the salsa needed some special attention. He stopped to ponder about it, behind the main area so now one could see he could have free reign over it. He wasnÂ’t mean enough to spit in it, that was just gross. So instead he just added a little extra chilly sauce, in fact quite a bit. He wasnÂ’t totally sure why he was being such a prick towards them, he supposed he recent that fact he was struggling to make ends meet while she was got a pay off for smashing peoples faces in. Plus he just liked pranks, and after all he did say it was spicy. He mixed up the smoothly and did his little balancing act. He made his way out slowly towards the Anubi girl first, she was obviously a little touchy about her meal so the smoothly should shut her up. "Their ya go, your meal is being prepared now so it wont be too long." He said with his little work voice, trying not to make it too deep or anything. Then he moved over to the other couple, R&R, he put the plate of chips in the middle of the table. One plate meant they wanted to share, so he slid it off his arm and placed it neatly into place. He rubbed his arm for a moment though, the warm plate wasnÂ’t very comfortable on his arm. "there you go, bon appetite or something. And..." He said as he drew out his little note book, going over their page in it. His pencil was outlining all the different symbols, trying his best to work out the price. "That will be 5.30 please." He said with a finalised tone, quite chuffed with himself that he had calculated the things ok. Well to his knowledge, this symbol system was somewhat hard.
OoC - I think the timing is perfect for Nekhalla’s entrance. Riot doesn’t like heeer. I don’t remember if she knows her name, though I do recall her spitting at Nekhalla’s back. *Checks* Yup, she knows her name. By the way, poor Matt, lol. *Pats him* His random anger is pretty funny. Mrr, this post is complicated… BiC - When a random voice piped up in reply to Riot’s words, the brown thill started, and glanced sideways. Her mismatched eyes landed upon a familiar face only a table away, and an ugly, angry feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Nekhalla, a voice whispered in Riot’s head. The two of them had met briefly at The Watering Hole that one blustery night, and Nekhalla had told Riot that she was some sort of coward for beating up but not killing Koani Grader. She’d spit viciously at the half-breed’s back, for at the time she had considered herself quite accomplished for her violent deed. Now, of course, everything had changed… and Riot regarded Nekhalla with a mildly furious expression on her face. “I remember you, Nekhalla," she said rather icily, though, upon realizing that her emotions were running away with her a little, the thill paused, cleared her throat, and neutralized her expression. “You’re that thill that pestered me about the Anubi. You were, like, proud of me for beating up Koani, but disgusted that I hadn’t killed her. I’ll have you know that my opinion of her has changed, as I’m sure you just overheard, and that if you are the type that wants her dead still, you can go to hell. She’s practically my mother-in-law… though if you tell anyone what you just heard about Case being her son, I will hunt you down." Offering a stiff, threatening smile, Riot tore her eyes away from Nekhalla and glanced at Radin. He looked a little taken aback, and quite confused. He was rarely privy to this side of Riot, though he’d known it to exist of course, and he was actually pretty impressed by her no nonsense attitude as well as her fierce protectiveness of Koani and Cayson. He wondered just what had transpired between her and this Nekhalla thill, though Riot’s words had outlined it pretty well for him. Apparently, she was a groupie in the “I want Koani Grader dead" camp, which caused the Dragyn to glance sideways at her and give her something of a disgusted look. He considered these types to be filth, for his own family had once been in charge and he knew the gravity of having many people wanting his loved ones dead for a myriad of nonsensical reasons. “Well… at least we know why the waiter is being a dick?" Radin said after a moment, having noted the taut silence. A green hand scratched idly at his pants, and he made a noise of consternation, before leaning forwards and seeking out Riot’s eyes. “Mm?" Riot met his gaze and offered a sigh. She was happy that, despite everything, she and Koani were getting along well enough, but some days she just wished that her past didn’t track her down at every turn… that she could just detach herself from that deed that she didn’t quite regret but also didn’t like to think about. Her intentions had been honorable, as had her cause, but now that she was with Cayson, many odd complications arose as obstacles in their path. Perhaps someday soon, things would finally just smooth out, and run-ins with the past would stop biting her in the ass… maybe. It was just then that the waiter, Matt, returned with their food. Riot rigidly watched him place the chips and salsa on the table, as well as a plate. “Thank-you," she said quietly, though her appetite had fled. She didn’t want to eat, she wanted to get out of this place and never return. She wanted to seek out Cayson and hug him tightly and silently wonder when her history would leave them alone and when the present and the future would finally get easier and pull them away from the skirmishes of the past. “Yeah. Thanks, Matt. Here," Radin said, and held up a gift certificate that was worth twice the amount of their meal. “Keep the change as a tip," he added, and then turned his attention away from the waiter and reached across the table to grab and squeeze Riot’s hand. “Eat?"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I'm good like that...sometimes...okay I just got lucky...</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>Yeah sorry 'bout that...I had orders to do that...Now I don't have take orders from no one...</span> She held up the bracers, which obviously meant something...Some people would know they were High Priest bracers. <span style='color:red'>You don't have to worry about me talking to anyone, I don't talk to many people around here anymore. I personally don't give a crap about the whole thing...Just glad its over and you guys got out okay...I'd do the same thing if that ever happened to one of my friends...Well maybe...I respect you for making amends too. It shows more character then I'll ever have.</span> She sighed, she didn't really have a friend that was that close. Not even Cuesanu, Dos maybe, but he was a Cucu so he didn't have any rights anyway. Speaking of Dos he had once again attached himself to her leg after Riot spoke to Nekhalla, being weirdly freaked out at random times, like now. <span style='color:red'>SHIT!!! DOS!!! Gah...now I'm going to bleed on my good black pants...and socks...and shoes...</span> She pried him off and set him in her lap to calm him down. There was definitely some blood dripping off her leg. She ignored it...she knew it would stop soon and by now she was used to it...he did it at least once a day. It was good pain training for her...just resulted in ugly scars all up her legs.
Matt was a little shocked with the massive bill he received and such, it was really quite over the top considering how appalling he was being. But he was hardly going to give it back, for a minute he was going to quickly replace their salsa with normal stuff but unfortunately his mind wouldnÂ’t permit him. If anything he wanted to throw things at them, he could not for the life og him understand why he was so hateful and angry today yet to admit he was enjoying it. A very bad sign. It was at that point he realised he hadnÂ’t moved, the note still in his hand. And also he wasnÂ’t doing anything else other than staring at the note. And shaking a little too. In fact today he had been feeling rather strange and he had just dismissed it, yet he was getting a more certain idea of what was wrong. Especially when his whole body tensed up so much that his arms where bulging a little, and then the note ripped in half. Pieces were falling to the ground a long with the two crumbled up pieces that had been crushed in his hands. His eyes widened with shock, what he had just done. Yet he was far more shocked with what was happening to him, his hands immediately shot behind his back. This wasnÂ’t the best place for his condition to be springing up, it must be the stress. But it wont happen, its not time yet. He yelled to himself, his mind screaming panic. He was so happy thought that the other people were distracted with some girl causing a scene. It did explain though why he was acting so strange, his condition was flaring up. He was a weredragon, a Draco sapiens delirus and he was cursed with a double personality. It meant he was destined to be a loner and constantly keeping secrets, ever since he had ran away from the police. jade was the first person he had ever told. Even then it had been because she had seen him come back from one of his moments. At the moment he didnÂ’t have the will power to even move, all his energy was being spent at controlling himself. All he wanted to do was just punch and yell at people, he was fairly sure he wouldnÂ’t change. But acting civilised and normal was out of the question. His spilt persona was not a very nice one, he didnÂ’t have a name or anything but all he wanted to do was cause pain of any kind. Mental and physical with little or no remorse. "Can I have another please, I broke it." He said very feebly, his hands ridged behind his back. He wasnÂ’t sure why he asked since he didnÂ’t think he could even take it, his hands locked together in an attempted to stop them lashing out. Ah this is going to be weird He thought with a internal sigh. Hating his conditions with all his worth.
Despite Nekhalla’s reassurance and praise, Riot did not crack a smile. It felt like she had a stone in her stomach, and she no longer felt conversational, or hungry. Even at Radin’s gentle urging to eat, the thill did not succumb and try the chips and salsa. She was feeling rather resentful at the moment, though she managed to give him an appreciative smile so that she didn’t alienate him. Radin was one of her best friends and she didn’t feel like dragging him down just because her own mood had just been dragged through the mud by unwanted reminders of the past. Radin shrugged and smiled when Riot refused to eat, and then dug in himself. He scooped a rather large amount of salsa onto a chip, and then shoved it into his mouth. He chewed for a moment, and then halted all of a sudden. A burning sensation suddenly erupted in his mouth, and he grabbed for his glass of orange soda. He quickly drained it, and then tipped it back to slide the ice into his mouth. He chewed and suckled on the cubes for a moment, before grimacing. “Too hot…" he said, and glanced sideways. The waiter was still at their table for some reason, and he seemed bothered or something. Radin was about to ask why their salsa was so spicy that it was barely edible – he wouldn’t have put it past Matt to add some extra hot sauce into it – but the other’s obviously disturbed state merely elicited a raised brow, before Radin glanced over at Riot. The banded female was still brooding, but at a noise from the Dragyn, she glanced up. He tilted his head surreptitiously towards Matt, and she glanced over to him. They’d already paid him and there was no reason for him to still be hovering nearby. However, he was, and he seemed to be… straining? Riot’s own brows knitted as she glanced at him, and she was about to open her mouth to ask if something was wrong with him. But suddenly she decided against it, as yet more bitterness settled in her stomach. How come every time she went out to eat, something entirely surreal happened to her? She’d already decided to avoid The Watering Hole for the rest of her natural life, and now Riot just wanted to hide out of public view for good. Every time she tried to have a nice meal out, something happened… something bad. “Ugh. I’m so sorry everything’s getting ruined, Radin, but I really want to get out of here. The waiter’s a jackass who’s apparently now having a seizure, I do not want to talk to Nekhalla, and now the food is bad. Let’s just go elsewhere to talk?" Her mismatched eyes were apologetic as she looked at him, but he just shook his head at her as if to say he understood. “It’s okay, Ri. We can talk back at the dormitory just as easily, since Case is out." “I’d like that," Riot replied, and then began to stand up. She was careful not to look over at Nekhalla during any of this, and was indeed pretending as if the other thill wasn’t even nearby.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Kat, I want to steal your Avatar *wants 2 ferrets now*</td></tr></table> Nekhalla sighed and then she looked up as she realized something: Matt's wierd behaviour, Dos spazzing out...Matt's a Were! He was doing the same thing that happens whenever Cuesanu has an episode. She ignore Riot and Ri at least for the moment. The fact that he was a were and about to have a serious problem, was dangerous and could potentailly cause people harm. Though right now she couldn't deal with it as the little blue fuzzball had decided to show up. She took the seat oppisate Nekhalla <span style='color:blue'>Sorry...I fell asleep at the computer again...</span> <span style='color:red'>I told you, not to work so hard...You'll crash and burn, all before your even a teenager</span> <span style='color:blue'>Yeah, but at least I'm less dangerous when I'm worn out, I think the last 2 times I've fallen asleep during an episode</span> <span style='color:red'>Yeah, still, just take a day off tommarrow, go and sleep under a nice comfy tree or sumthin, I'll lock your computer anyway so you can't get into it.</span> Nekhalla was still slightly worried about Matt, Cuesanu's were controlled by the full moon. It seemed that his were uncontroled which was dangerous. That was Nekhalla, even if she didn't show it, she was always worrying. There was always something bugging her. Cuesanu on the other hand, never worried, except about finishing her commisions in time. She looked awful at this moment, bags under her eyes, a few small mattes in her fur, some of the feathers on her wings were going wierd directions. She just looked like she needed some rest. Cuesanu hated sleeping, she thought it was a waste of time. She was always working, doing equations, programing and reprograming things. Nekhalla worried about her because of this, periodically she'd go into Cuesanu's room and lockup her computer so she couldn't get into it, just so Cuesanu could sleep. It was a very sad thing.
Matt was wrestling with his mental daemons as the two got ready to leave, he was determined to be the master of his own mind. He hated losing control to the beast inside, especially when it crept up on him. It was worth when he had freaked at Jade, seeing yourself hurting the one you love was a terrible pain. And not being able to stop it was unbearable, so now he just locked himself up every time it came on. But he wasnÂ’t going to let this thing beat him, he was a very determined person and thanks to his stubborn nature he was beginning to even control his change now. He could almost bring it on in times of need too, but getting back was not really possible yet, the call of the blood far to strong. At least now he knew the cause for his more rash actions, and he was going to try his best and at least make up for them some what. managing to strain his body to his will, he slid his hand into his pocket and yanked a note from it. He was going to take care of this the only way he knew how, good old money. He sorta forced the paper towards Radin, " Very sorry about all this, the meal is on the house." It was really on him, but he felt bad about what he had done. He still didnÂ’t like them but no one deserved the kind of treatment he had been dishing out. His arm was still very tense though, and his internal struggle still raging on. But he was at least going to perform one good act before the urge to eat a raw harok over took him in some bizarre way. He knew they had money really, and what he was offering wasnÂ’t really a blip on their bank balance. But he was going for the "its the thought that counts" approach and if they didnÂ’t accept that. Then they probably deserved it anyway.
Radin, too, stood up, and gathered his jacket from on the seat. He threw it around his shoulders and then waited for Riot, before the two of them proceeded towards the exit. Yet even as they began to walk towards the door, the waiter outstretched his arm and offered the Dragyn a slip of paper – some money. “Um," the arden stammered. He felt his fur prickle beneath his clothes as he watched the waiter struggle with himself. Radin had no idea what was going on, and the future doctor within him sort of wanted to extend a helping hand. However, instinct demanded he leave; something just wasn’t right here, and he didn’t want to put himself or Riot in danger. Hesitantly accepting the note, the male turned and put his hand on the back of Riot’s neck, steering her towards the front of the restaurant. Just before they passed through the door and out onto the street, Radin deposited the small amount of money on a table next to the door, and then he and Riot were out of there. His guiding hand dropped from the nape of Riot’s neck and he put it loosely on her shoulder, rubbing in a reassuring manner as the pair of them began to stroll up the street. Both of them were quiet, though the air between them was comfortable rather than tense… if a bit brooding. “Let’s just catch a bus back to campus. Unless you want to go to your house instead?" the green arden finally spoke up. “Nah, I was planning on spending the night at the dorm tonight, so let’s just head right over there. Cayson’s got a class right now, yeah?" “Mhm… he’ll be back soon, though, so you won’t have to be alone with me for too long," Radin replied, a joking tone entering his voice. “Aw, Rad, I don’t mind. We really need to catch up some more and stuff." “Yeah. And, you can lend me a cigarette!" Radin quipped in response, lowering his hand yet more so that it was around Riot’s arm as he then tugged her close to his side and playfully growled in her ear, before he released her and they continued on up the street, heading for the bus stop…
Nekhalla got up Cuesanu wasn't surprised...She went over to Matt and whispered in his ear. <span style='color:red'>You need help...Don't worry, I'm used to doing this just follow me and you'll be back working in a few hours...The blue fuzzball over there is a were too, I deal with her every full moon.</span> She took him by the arm and pulled him toward the door. She knew what she was doing, after 5 years of once a month dealing with Cuesanu, she defiantly knew what she was doing. The set up of what she did was pretty easy, open room or space, an Anubi magic dome shield, nothing gets in, nothing gets out, unless she says so. The only thing he could attack that was living was her, and in a form like a were, it was impossible to kill her. It takes more then physical strength to kill a High Priest. Only one in history had been killed from non-anubi magic based causes. That was Amunet's former high priest, and Nekhalla prayed she wouldn't end up like her...She'd never tried this on an older were before, she just hoped he wasn't more violent than Cuesanu or else she was going to be REALLY sore in the morning. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>GAH!!! sorry for the short post, my brain froze again...</td></tr></table>
Matt was certain he wasn’t going to change as he saw the R&R leave the building, least they were safe. A now he was probably going to find some raw meat in the kitchen and eat that, animalistic things like that couldn’t help him control the thing deep inside. Yet when the Anubi girl grabbed him buy the arm to lead him out side he lost control, he wasn’t normally used to being grabbed. The fact he was quite anti social maybe had something to do with that and it normally annoyed him, but in the more, unstable state that he was in it wasn’t a great idea. As soon as she did the arm jerked, along with his whole body. Before he could even control his thoughts, he was trapped inside some dome thing with a girl. Far from the best place to be, mostly though he was worried about his job. If he changed with in sight of the restaurant he would be sacked for sure. This chain of though lead to even more rage though, rage against the thing inside him, rage for not being able to hold a simple job thanks to it. And rage for being so hungry. He fell to his knees, clutching his stomach as pains wracked though his body and sent shock after shock through him. By then it was too late, the change was already taking hold and it wasn’t pretty. “Run, please…" He wined, a desperate attempt for his sanity. First, with a crunching, snapping sounds his bone structure began to change and morph. His features becoming more wolf like and promenade, his muscles all over his body started to budge and veins seemed to come straight under his skin. He looked like he would exploded as his whole body mass in general seemed to wrap and twist. Why.. was his last though as his lost conscious and control to the beast. His full hulking 9 foot tall were dragon that seemed to stoop a bit lower with a hunched a powerful posture. His massive blade like claws flexing as it eyed up its meal. With red eyes it glared, a look full of hate and hungry. Fangs extending, its whole body tensed. Then, like a bullet from a gun the tension in its muscles exploded and its full 800 pound body pounced towards her with claws extended. Ready to tear sinew from bone. A howl following its movements.
