You're an outcast

Enalska · Apr 4, 2013

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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.

Timestamp: Tessera 9th, 81382

Not much ever seemed to happen. Minutes turned into long hours that turned into long, boring days. Maybe he needed a job. But he knew he couldn't be assed to work for anyone; not now at least. He was busy doing shit on his own accord. Maybe he'd job search when he had mastered pryokenisis. He was still bored, though. Nobody to chill with, nobody to talk to. Not that he cared.

Gunner stood leaning on a wall to a building a couple blocks from his place, just watching everyone go about their poor, busy lives. Drugs were sold, shady characters were seen. You know, the usual. He didn't give a shit about a one of them. He'd witnessed a couple deals go bad, some ardens were killed; he was threatened about it once. Told him to keep his mouth shut since he was staring. The male just merely shrugged and walked off. Sometimes he was glad he wasn't one of those idiots who cared about everything and everyone; he knew not everyone deserved a moment of anyone's time. It was a blessing to be so desensitized to everything, really.

While most guys were out chasing the chicks, he was at home studying and practicing his skills. He was handsome, really; most would envy him on his good looks and oddly enticing attitude. But he didn't care about girls. Or guys. Sex was something that didn't cross this arden's mind. He waved off anyone who was interested, even after they wasted their money trying to win him over by buying him a round of drinks.

Sighing, he amused himself by snapping his fingers and creating a small red flame; with a wave of his hand and another snap of his fingers, a blue flame appeared; same action and a silver flame. This was usually how he spent his time alone, practicing either large spells or small ones. He moved the little silver flame from finger to finger and then over to his over hand, where he waved it and the flame disappeared.

Today he was wearing a tight black tank top, his charming inverted cross necklace, dark blue jeans, a couple silver bracelets on his left wrist, a studded black belt and a couple random rings on random fingers. His tail flame was unusually light today. He was in an easy going mood, but it was early, just before noon. Someone was bound to come by and ruin his mood. It always happened. Even a friendly person waving at him could ruin his mood and agitate him. But no matter how his mood was, his gruff face was always stoic, not even his tricolored eyes betraying his real emotions.

Yea, he was hardcore.

I created the Sound of Madness.Wrote the book on pain.Somehow I'm still hereTo explain.<center>
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Cawby · Apr 4, 2013

While most Â‘dragons, visitors and natives alike, made no attempt to flaunt their presence in the Market lest they regret catching the wrong personÂ’s eye, Reverse seemed to have thrown caution to the wind that morning. When her current editor had told her she was going to Bhim, a sort of Â‘testing the watersÂ’ exercise to show the purple thill that not every story was written in trendy cafes with smiling faces, Reverse has been apprehensive. After all, it was Bhim. People got killed there, and more often than not people had a nasty habit of turning up missing after a jaunt around the wrong block, but most of RevÂ’s fears had been dispelled when sheÂ’d realized that hey, her rent wasnÂ’t gonna pay itself and this little endevour was expenses-paid.

Sighing and leafing through her photos on her digital camera as she walked, she seemed oblivious to the fact that she was wandering through one of the less Â‘friendlyÂ’ neighborhoods. And to the fact she stuck out like a sore thumb.
When sheÂ’d gotten out of bed that morning the thill had almost, almost taken her editors advice and thrown on clothes in palette that consisted mainly of varying hues of brown, but at the last second sheÂ’d dumped them aside, instead pulling on her usual set of snug jeans, her favorite orange tank, and a dark blue military vintage coat heavily embroidered and sporting more pockets than she could count. The latter had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, leaving forearms bare save for a hodgepodge of silver bangles she also thrown on at the last moment. The clothing clashed pleasantly against her already eye-catching coloration, and made her look more like a lost tourist than anything else. As far as Reverse was concerned, at least if she looked like a tourist she wasnÂ’t about to get mistaken for anything else.

Not that she hadnÂ’t run already run into trouble. SheÂ’d been approached twice, once by a pair of ardens who seemed intent on picking her up (sheÂ’d talked her way out of that one) and once by a Â‘dragon of indeterminate gender (she guessed thill, but wasnÂ’t sure) whoÂ’d demanded her camera and coat (sheÂ’d booted her way out of that one). Still, she wasnÂ’t discouraged. The photographer had gotten plenty of great shots over the course of the day, and was considering calling it quits until tomorrow. She was trying to formulate a plan on what do to with the rest of her day - hang out at the hotel bar, going over what she had seemed like the best idea so far Â– when she caught sight of a stationary object in the crush of the crowd.

The object in question turned out to be an arden, easily over a foot taller than her, dressed in a style that made her stunningly homesick all at once. Which meant she had to talk to him. With usual Â‘Versian confidence she stepped her way over to him, camera held up in one hand, a hint of a grin twisting her lips.

Â“Hey. Mind if I get a picture?"

Enalska · Apr 4, 2013

Yer awesome, thanks for joining.

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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.


Sighing to himself, Gunner figured he'd be a lot more productive with stuff if he just went back to his place to study and practice his skills instead of standing around watching people do boring, busy things that didn't interest him at all. He pushed himself off the rough wall just in time to notice a really bright colored thill, not looking at all in place here in Bhim. Was she stupid or did she really not know that she needed to blend in if she didn't want trouble? And the girl approached him, making him realize how short she was compared to himself. But then again, he wasn't near short himself.

Now, who would want to approach him, really? He wasn't that interesting-looking which his bland browns and hints of graying fur... but then again even when he blended in he still managed to stand out with those piercing eyes, long blonde hair and height. But why she would want a picture of him was a mystery.

"Um..." the arden said unsurely, his voice deep. He didn't really know what to say, did he want a picture of himself floating around out there or did he really give a shit? "Sure, I guess..." he finally answered, tilting a brow.

I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here To explain.<center>
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Cawby · Jan 15, 2009

Out of Character
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"Thanks!"

Reverse was quick to hold the camera up to her face, clicking off a few rapid-fire shots. With the sheer amount of memory on her camera she could afford to take a lot and pick through to find her favorites later. It was a short process, a few expert taps of a button, not even so much as the glare of a flash, and she was finished. Almost immediately she took a step closer to the arden, already adjusting the camera to display the pictures she'd just taken, holding it up so they could both see.

"See this one? Not to sound shallow or anything, but the contrast between the light and shadow really brings out your eyes."

She paused on that one before tapping the save button.

"I think that's one for my wall." she hummed happily to herself, before continuing to flip through the rest.

The pictures were good, catching the arden from what Reverse thought to be a particularly flattering angle. He looked masculine, angular, a little rough, and in her opinion, wonderfully Bhim.

"I'm Reverse, by the way. I'm here doing a piece for the Lyfaj Kuba Hajulp in Watani." she glanced from the camera to him, one ear cocked askew, looking at him with sudden, intense interest even as she offered her tattooed palm up for a hand shake. "Do you live around here?"

Enalska · Apr 4, 2013

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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.


After a few seconds the thill had her pictures and Gunner could possibly go on his way. But not really. The moment she was done she stepped over to show him the pictures, and for once he was genuinely curious about what it looked like. Though, he didn't really have an eye for artistic stuff, so it's not like he saw anything special about it. When he looked he head to lean down a little before he stood up straight after seeing enough.

Gunner didn't decide to speak again until she introduced herself and told him she was doing work for what sounded like a magazine. He then noted her interested expression, but didn't mind answering some questions that she was asking for whatever reason. "Name's Gunner, and yea. A couple blocks from here is my apartment." He shook her hand to be polite. She was a photographer, which sounded like a damn boring job to him but only because it required working with other people.

As he looked down his hair fell in his face, but he didn't seem to really mind; he was used to it being in his way, but it was bound to do that when looking down at someone so short and he didn't want to ass himself to tie his hair back at the moment. "What's a girl like you doin' here in Bhim wearing that?" he asked a question back, none too nicely either. He was curious to see what in her right mind made her do that.

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Cawby · Jan 15, 2009

"Pleasure to meet you, Gunner." Reverse said brightly, inwardly amused at how she had to crane her head up to look him in the eye. Her bangs flopped back out of her face, the polar opposite of his, both yellow eyes visible and clearly sharply focused on the arden. The tone of his question didn't seem to phase her in the least; she simply grinned wryly, serious for a brief moment.

"Psychology." she replied, perfectly blunt. "Who'd wanna come after me when I stand out so much? That's like trying to shoplift the biggest, shiniest thing in a shop and expecting no one to notice. I'm obviously not from around here, and I'm pretty well dressed, so I'm a likely candidate to have friends and family who'll notice if I turn up missing. But," she added, almost as an afterthought, "I don't look posh enough to be worth kidnapping for any ransoms either."

She paused to catch her breath, and to tuck away her precious camera. Reverse was running through her options in her mind, trying to decide if the arden was worth further investigation (she mentally cringed at that term, she was a journalist, not some kind of P.I.) or if she'd best try her luck elsewhere. She ended up going with the former option.

"You wouldn't have a moment or two to spare, would you Gunner? I'd just like to ask you a few questions about Bhim for my article, nothing too intrusive."

Hidden in her jacket pocket, she crossed her fingers for luck. If he agreed, it would save her a load of time and let her get back home before she ran into anymore trouble.

Enalska · Apr 4, 2013

apologies if he language and accent fluctuates, I have a hard time remembering lD

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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.


It was nice to meet a new friendly face because anyone with common sense would know how hard it was to find one of those around here was. And it was simply that reason alone that made him want to stick around and chat a little, and since he was already in a good, easygoing mood, her timing couldn't have been more perfect. She was so odd though, with her purple fur and odd ring markings, blinding green hair and pupil-less yellow eyes. So odd, but inciting with her friendly, seemingly outgoing attitude.

Upon hearing her long-winded reply, a skeptical look crossed his face. Though her explanation made sense in a way, at the same time it didn't. "Reverse-psychology du'nt much work..." Even though she said psychology, it counted as reverse as well by what she had suggested. Either way, that could work or it could make people want to kidnap her and rape her. Nobody gave a shit around here, and most logical things didn't apply to criminals. But whatever, she could believe what she wanted.

After another moment she asked if she could ask him some questions and he nodded a little. "Sure, not like I got anythin' better t'do." How would asking him about Bhim be intrusive, anyways? Unless she asked about his personal life, and even then he wouldn't find it very intrusive. But she didn't know he didn't give half a shit and didn't mind answering just about any questions of any sort.

I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here To explain.<center>
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Cawby · Jan 15, 2009

"Great!" she claimed, genuinely pleased with his response. The thill smiled broadly, happy she wouldn't have to trudge around the Market for much longer, and happy she'd run into someone who hasn't immediately started eyeballing her for an easily snatched wallet. He seemed nice enough, if a bit distant. Regardless, she continued on.

"The first question, I suppose," she said, a tad sheepishly, "Is if there's anywhere we can sit down to talk?"

She produced a small, gray rectangle from a pocket. A voice recorder.

"Somewhere a little quieter?"

If that wasn't possible she could always resort to the old-fashioned pen and paper style of note taking, but she was feeling somewhat lazy and it was always easier to transcribe voices later on, at her leisure, than during an actual interview. She found that being unhindered by having to write down everything made the conversations flow easier, making it all more natural.

Enalska · Apr 4, 2013

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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.


Man, he needed more of a life. Maybe then he wouldn't be bothered by anyone else, but there was really no way to avoid people. They'd always be there and there'd always be someone to bother you. Oh well. On the bright side of this, he had something to do and he was helping in a way. "There i'nt anywhere 'round here." It was early, so just about everywhere was busy and noisy. There was no privacy in Bhim.

"S'pose we could go t' my place. A'least it's quieter there." Gunner gave her a curious look at the voice recorder, but didn't really mind her recording him or whatever she needed to. It was probably easier. "C'mon," he said as he turned and began making his way through the crowd back to his place. Why wait for an answer when that was possibly the only place they could talk? No sense in it.

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Cawby · Jan 18, 2009

Her pleasure at his response lit up her face, and she quickly stuffed the recorder away.

"Works for me." she chirped. It was easy enough to fall into step behind the arden. It wasn't hard to follow him, even when they moved through areas where the crowd was thicker, if only because he was just so tall. Now as long as he didn't turn out to be some kind of psychotic serial killer with a basement full of curious tourists, she was set.

As they walked, she took the chance to drag out her camera and snap a few shots of the area; she had plenty of room in the cameras memory, she might as well fill it up with some ambience before she settled down to the actual writing (or recording in this case) bit.

"This is so different from Watani..." she murmured under her breath, not unpleasantly.

Enalska · Apr 4, 2013

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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.

OOC: I'm so sorry for the wait ;_;

It didn't take too long for them to make it through the crowds and get to his place. It was set in a slightly less populated area that wasn't as busy as it was where they were before. But to get any privacy around here one had to be in their home, but even then there was almost no privacy. Walking up the steps that lead to his door, he pulled out a key and unlocked the door before heading in and flicking on a light.

He didn't check to see if the girl was still there until he was inside. He set his key down on a coffee table that was set in front of a couch that was in the middle of the room before heading back to the door to close it after her. "C'mon, make y'rself at home," he said somewhat impatiently. It wasn't like he wanted to rush the interview, which he didn't really care about, he just wanted to get settled down to do it.

It was relatively empty inside beside the table and couch, but books were strewn around; some lay open and others had bookmarks sticking out of them in different places. It wasn't messy by any means but it was obvious he took his studying pretty seriously. There wasn't even a TV in there. What would he need with a TV anyways? He had better things to do than sit around bored watching something he didn't give two shits about.

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