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Whew, finally got something up. Been feeling lazy but I powered through and wrote a post!
Marcus looked back up at the crowd, and pushed himself up off the floor, a thought occurring to him suddenly.
May as well make some connections here, I bet we'll need to form up groups at some point.
He glanced around at the swathe of people in front of him. Problem was, there were a huge amount of people and a lot of them were already talking to others. Marcus started to regret opting for a short nap on the wall instead of socializing like everyone else appeared to be doing.
"Arven will be out in three more minutes, ladies and gentlemen." a caretaker announced somewhere in the crowd. Now would be a better time than ever. Marcus streched his arms, brushing hair out of his face again. He glanced around again, those mingling continuing to be no interest to him. Looking over at an adjacent corner for no reason, he saw a caretaker, and a girl who may as well have been in an pre-End punk rock band, what with her hair being two different colors and her makeup messily applied on her face. She wore a plain-looking hoodie and some jeans, her clothes in sharp contrast to her hair and visage. She struck Marcus as someone unapproachable but someone that would make great company when you had nobody else to talk to, the valuable gemstone inside a dull-looking rock where one would seldom find fortune.
Marcus started walking over towards her, but just as he was a few yards away from the girl, a sense of foreboding washed over him, the kind that makes the hairs on the nape of your neck stand up and a your heart to beat a little bit faster than usual. He stopped, unnerved by this feeling, his legs temporarily refusing to press forward. Something about the girl was a little more eerie up close, a distortion in the way she looked. Dark thoughts ran through Marcus' head, wrested from their rightful place in the back of his mind. He did his best to suppress the affects of this aura as he found himself standing next to the crazy-haired girl.
"So uh... how about this uh..." he started saying, suddenly losing the ability to articulate what thoughts he had. Marcus paused for a moment, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah I'm not having a good morning," he decided to say instead. He slid down the wall next to her again, looking back up at her. "Thought I should come over and say hi, you seem cool."
"I'm Marcus by the way, probably the god of gambling."
May as well make some connections here, I bet we'll need to form up groups at some point.
He glanced around at the swathe of people in front of him. Problem was, there were a huge amount of people and a lot of them were already talking to others. Marcus started to regret opting for a short nap on the wall instead of socializing like everyone else appeared to be doing.
"Arven will be out in three more minutes, ladies and gentlemen." a caretaker announced somewhere in the crowd. Now would be a better time than ever. Marcus streched his arms, brushing hair out of his face again. He glanced around again, those mingling continuing to be no interest to him. Looking over at an adjacent corner for no reason, he saw a caretaker, and a girl who may as well have been in an pre-End punk rock band, what with her hair being two different colors and her makeup messily applied on her face. She wore a plain-looking hoodie and some jeans, her clothes in sharp contrast to her hair and visage. She struck Marcus as someone unapproachable but someone that would make great company when you had nobody else to talk to, the valuable gemstone inside a dull-looking rock where one would seldom find fortune.
Marcus started walking over towards her, but just as he was a few yards away from the girl, a sense of foreboding washed over him, the kind that makes the hairs on the nape of your neck stand up and a your heart to beat a little bit faster than usual. He stopped, unnerved by this feeling, his legs temporarily refusing to press forward. Something about the girl was a little more eerie up close, a distortion in the way she looked. Dark thoughts ran through Marcus' head, wrested from their rightful place in the back of his mind. He did his best to suppress the affects of this aura as he found himself standing next to the crazy-haired girl.
"So uh... how about this uh..." he started saying, suddenly losing the ability to articulate what thoughts he had. Marcus paused for a moment, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah I'm not having a good morning," he decided to say instead. He slid down the wall next to her again, looking back up at her. "Thought I should come over and say hi, you seem cool."
"I'm Marcus by the way, probably the god of gambling."
Chu came back soon enough, coming up behind Jeonbae.
''Can I get your wallet for the drinks, Jeo~?'' he asked, whispering into his ear. Jeonbae started, his face turning a rosy pink as he realized who was talking to him.
''Or shall I search your body to find it~" he added, grinning a little too wide. As Jeonbae was about to stammer out a reply, Aster spoke up, holding his wallet out.
"If you want, you can use mine to pay for everyone," he said. Jeonbae quickly reached into his pocket and took his own wallet instead. The leather was worn, and the thread frayed at the edges, but it still held together despite being nearly thirty years old.
"It's fine, I can pay for everyone. It's not that much money," he explained, taking out a few bills from the wallet.
"But in the future, I'd prefer that you didn't sneak up behind me. I scare easily." He tried to look as stern as possible, failing as his face had turned red again. He sighed, and pushed himself up out of his chair, walking over to the scarred-face bartender. It gave Jeonbae the chills. He didn't like how he looked. He handed the bills to the bartender, who peered at them with hawk-like eyes.
"Yes, this is sufficient payment," he said smoothly, glancing back up at Jeonbae. "Do let your... friend know that I'd like the money first in the future." Jeonbae nodded meekly and took the tray from the bartender, slowly walking back to the table so he didn't spill anything, carefully setting it down once he got there. He snatched the short glass with his drink in it, and took a small sip, tasting the harsh flavor of the gin, but also the bitterness of the tonic. It was tasty. He put the drink on the table and looked up at the group.
"So... about the information," he started. "Do you guys wanna hear it now or wait until we've had a little bit of our drinks?" He didn't want to ruin the mood, but he needed to tell them about what he had found.
''Can I get your wallet for the drinks, Jeo~?'' he asked, whispering into his ear. Jeonbae started, his face turning a rosy pink as he realized who was talking to him.
''Or shall I search your body to find it~" he added, grinning a little too wide. As Jeonbae was about to stammer out a reply, Aster spoke up, holding his wallet out.
"If you want, you can use mine to pay for everyone," he said. Jeonbae quickly reached into his pocket and took his own wallet instead. The leather was worn, and the thread frayed at the edges, but it still held together despite being nearly thirty years old.
"It's fine, I can pay for everyone. It's not that much money," he explained, taking out a few bills from the wallet.
"But in the future, I'd prefer that you didn't sneak up behind me. I scare easily." He tried to look as stern as possible, failing as his face had turned red again. He sighed, and pushed himself up out of his chair, walking over to the scarred-face bartender. It gave Jeonbae the chills. He didn't like how he looked. He handed the bills to the bartender, who peered at them with hawk-like eyes.
"Yes, this is sufficient payment," he said smoothly, glancing back up at Jeonbae. "Do let your... friend know that I'd like the money first in the future." Jeonbae nodded meekly and took the tray from the bartender, slowly walking back to the table so he didn't spill anything, carefully setting it down once he got there. He snatched the short glass with his drink in it, and took a small sip, tasting the harsh flavor of the gin, but also the bitterness of the tonic. It was tasty. He put the drink on the table and looked up at the group.
"So... about the information," he started. "Do you guys wanna hear it now or wait until we've had a little bit of our drinks?" He didn't want to ruin the mood, but he needed to tell them about what he had found.
I'll post something later tonight or tomorrow, if someone else does.
Will post something today or tomorrow.
*a single cricket pokes its head out of the grass*
The deck of cards clattered angrily off the desk as its 12-year old, frustrated owner tossed them over his shoulder violently. Marcus flopped on to the bed in the simple room face-first, too frustrated and annoyed to do anything else, orange hair flying up and rearranging itself back on his head, more disheveled than before.
Ever since he had realized he had been changed into a Wild God, he had been in a bad mood to say the least. The first thing he had felt that morning was disbelief. There was no way he could go out and fight demons, the scourge of what little land remained in the Universe, with magic powers and potentially getting killed. Sure, he admired them, but that didn't mean he [i[wanted[/i] to be them. The second was anger. He had already fit in to his Third Haven neighborhood and school, he didn't want to be taken away from his friends and late nights of card games and a generally normal life. He had said little since then, simply sulking in the long car ride. Never before had he wished more for a normal life.
However, there was some kind of optimism still left in Marcus. He was looking forward to seeing the extent of his power, and what kind of people he would be working with. It was exciting, but only a little. He slowly stood back up, bending down to pick up the playing cards scattered all over the floor. Still fuming slightly, he listlessly shoved them back into the paper box, dropping the box into a pocket. It would be almost time to go, so he quickly tied his messy, orange hair up in a ponytail, spiking the back up a little bit. A tiny blip of a thought, unwarranted, seemed to fall from nowhere into Marcus' head, forcing him to react the first way he could think of.
"I'll be ready in a minute!" he yelled out to the caretaker outside, who had only time to make a single knock on the door before the Marcus' voice rang out. As they scurried down the hall, he rubbed his head. That was the first time that happened. He suspected it would be the first of many. He shrugged it off and slipped his hoodie on, leaving the front open to a normal t-shirt. He opened the door again, and seeing the caretaker arriving again, followed them down the modern, carpeted hallway. The sound of voices grew louder, and the hallway opened up to a congregation of newly-Bestowed Wild Gods, people with the same powers as him. It was kind of breathtaking, seeing all these people in one place, but Marcus shook it off. He'd have to wait until some dude named Arven or something talked to them about powers. He moved over to the wall and sat down against it, sighing a little bit. Today was going to be a very weird day.
"As if it already hasn't been," he muttered to himself.
Ever since he had realized he had been changed into a Wild God, he had been in a bad mood to say the least. The first thing he had felt that morning was disbelief. There was no way he could go out and fight demons, the scourge of what little land remained in the Universe, with magic powers and potentially getting killed. Sure, he admired them, but that didn't mean he [i[wanted[/i] to be them. The second was anger. He had already fit in to his Third Haven neighborhood and school, he didn't want to be taken away from his friends and late nights of card games and a generally normal life. He had said little since then, simply sulking in the long car ride. Never before had he wished more for a normal life.
However, there was some kind of optimism still left in Marcus. He was looking forward to seeing the extent of his power, and what kind of people he would be working with. It was exciting, but only a little. He slowly stood back up, bending down to pick up the playing cards scattered all over the floor. Still fuming slightly, he listlessly shoved them back into the paper box, dropping the box into a pocket. It would be almost time to go, so he quickly tied his messy, orange hair up in a ponytail, spiking the back up a little bit. A tiny blip of a thought, unwarranted, seemed to fall from nowhere into Marcus' head, forcing him to react the first way he could think of.
"I'll be ready in a minute!" he yelled out to the caretaker outside, who had only time to make a single knock on the door before the Marcus' voice rang out. As they scurried down the hall, he rubbed his head. That was the first time that happened. He suspected it would be the first of many. He shrugged it off and slipped his hoodie on, leaving the front open to a normal t-shirt. He opened the door again, and seeing the caretaker arriving again, followed them down the modern, carpeted hallway. The sound of voices grew louder, and the hallway opened up to a congregation of newly-Bestowed Wild Gods, people with the same powers as him. It was kind of breathtaking, seeing all these people in one place, but Marcus shook it off. He'd have to wait until some dude named Arven or something talked to them about powers. He moved over to the wall and sat down against it, sighing a little bit. Today was going to be a very weird day.
"As if it already hasn't been," he muttered to himself.
Chu looked over at Jeonbae as the others waited at the table.
"Jeo~" he called, as he was sitting down. "Those information can wait after the first round of drink no? I only want to hear them if we going all to die with out them in the next 15 min. We need to cheer up first." Jeo smiled nervously as he made his way to the table, where Chu had begun flirting with Aster. Again. Aksaja and the other steam dragon were talking about fruity cocktails, but Jeonbae wasn't in the mood for that. He needed some kind of hard liquor to settle his nerves from the scare earlier, something with a nice bite, that went down his throat and make him warm on the inside like a bolt of lightning. Sugar and alcohol could come later when Jeonbae felt more relaxed. He glanced over at Aster, who was shifting around uncomfortably and blushing a little with Chu's arm wrapped around his shoulder. He chuckled a little, already feeling a tiny bit at ease, though he was worried Chu would switch over to him in a few drinks.
I'm sure by then you won't mind. Both of you will be too drunk to care.
He shook the feeling off and cleared his throat. He didn't need anything too fancy, but not sweet.
"I'll have a gin and tonic if you don't mind," he told Chu. "Fruit drinks aren't for me." Having ordered, he turned to Aksaja.
"I got a pretty big amount of metal plates, we can head over to Arkana Company when we're done here, if we're still sober," he explained. "I got enough to make you some plate mail for your upper body, and a little extra."
"Jeo~" he called, as he was sitting down. "Those information can wait after the first round of drink no? I only want to hear them if we going all to die with out them in the next 15 min. We need to cheer up first." Jeo smiled nervously as he made his way to the table, where Chu had begun flirting with Aster. Again. Aksaja and the other steam dragon were talking about fruity cocktails, but Jeonbae wasn't in the mood for that. He needed some kind of hard liquor to settle his nerves from the scare earlier, something with a nice bite, that went down his throat and make him warm on the inside like a bolt of lightning. Sugar and alcohol could come later when Jeonbae felt more relaxed. He glanced over at Aster, who was shifting around uncomfortably and blushing a little with Chu's arm wrapped around his shoulder. He chuckled a little, already feeling a tiny bit at ease, though he was worried Chu would switch over to him in a few drinks.
I'm sure by then you won't mind. Both of you will be too drunk to care.
He shook the feeling off and cleared his throat. He didn't need anything too fancy, but not sweet.
"I'll have a gin and tonic if you don't mind," he told Chu. "Fruit drinks aren't for me." Having ordered, he turned to Aksaja.
"I got a pretty big amount of metal plates, we can head over to Arkana Company when we're done here, if we're still sober," he explained. "I got enough to make you some plate mail for your upper body, and a little extra."
I can have something up tomorrow, hopefully ^^
I will have a post written tomorrow afternoon/night, barring that I don't have a lot of work to do.
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