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Krystoff raised one eyebrow slowly at Dimitri's question. "Well, since I'm in my pajamas and I don't normally ride like that... I was thinking a shower and a change of clothes. Easy as that." He took another healthy puff before the fun was gone. He was blessedly relaxed for the first time in weeks, but the slayer didn't expect that to last long. He finished his breakfast and washed his bowl out in the stainless steel sink. He grabbed a mug as well, filling it with steaming coffee. Krystoff could not get enough of either smell, the heavy scent of weed and the aroma of java a perfect counter balance to him. He dropped in two teaspoons of sugar, just to cut the bite of the tar the two usually brewed, but needed no cream. He took a healthy sip before speaking again. "Anyways, today I'm taking some vacation time. I've been feeling off since I woke up and some R and R sounds like just what I need. So unless it's an emergency, PLEASE, hesitate to call." He looked at Dimitri's look of disgust and barked out a laugh. "The smell is a lot better than Brutus when you've forgotten to wash him, that's for sure."
Metosi poured over the map with the Argonian, using one long forefinger to begin tracing a route up the continent. "I don't know how Qa'Ra and Shinon did with the supplies, but it seems our best bet would be to head through these wooded areas until we reach the river, then we follow the right riverbank to the village called... Ryverwod? And then on to Whiterun for another round of supplies." Metosi withdrew his finger and voiced his only true worry.

"My biggest worry is that our gold won't hold. We need to find some work so we can fund this expedition. That damned Altmer should have given us some damn payment up front, for our traveling expense." He looked up across the way to see Shinon hand Qa-Ra some gold. "Let's take this over to our companions, seems they've struck a deal for some supplies." Patting Ka-Vara's shoulder amicably, he led the way, gracefully slipping between the bustling townsfolk.

Action: discuss route with Ka-Vara
@The Slenderman

"Philomel... right. Come along if you want, just don't slow me down." Titan growled. It was rarely that the man was in an actually aggressive mood, but that little show had ruined his meal and favorite tavern. Someone was going to answer for these crimes, Titan would make sure. Wasting no time, he pulled the shotgun from his back and hefted it between his hands. "What's your story, boy? Why the interest in me?" he asked, looking to find the swordsman's motivations before they became a problem like everything else in this godforsaken Marketplace.
In Closed. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Gregory Jones


Location: Great Hall
Interacting: Eva @WhiteStar19, Alva @HaleyTheRandom, Sarah @Legion02




Finally, they'd gotten a decent ride! With the short walk to the castle, clad in his school robes, Slick felt the normal pace of Hogwarts settle over him. This was where he belonged and thrived. Grinning expansively, he let out a shrill whistle and the happy yips and barks from Duke as the massive dog rushed to his owner. "Hey buddy, miss me?! Did ya boy?" gushed Slick, one of the few times one would hear talk 'cutely'. He showered Duke with affection to a fault, but the dog returned the favor, licking Slick all about his face. Laughing uproariously, Slick finally pulled the dog away and wiped off his face. "Come on, time for the feast! I'll sneak you something, of course." Duke barked and wagged his tail, proving that he was much more intelligent than the average pooch. Together, the two half walked, half ran the rest of the way.

After the Headmaster's first day speech, the feast was on! Slick couldn't get enough food, his time at school being the only time he could eat such rich foods and not worry about a budget. He piled two plates high with steak, potatoes, green beans, biscuit, grabbed a container of gravy, a couple ears of corn, and a few other items. People looked at him askance, but Slick fully intended to devour it all! He slipped Duke a bit of steak, where he sat obediently at his owner's feet. He snapped the morsel off the floor and barked in thanks and possibly demanding more. "Ey, I don't want you get fat buddy!" The dog grumbled, whined, but laid his chin against his paws complacently.

Slick talked and reconnected with Gryffindors he was friendly with, the feeling of family a warm and welcome environment once more. At one point, with a goblet of pumpkin juice, he stood on the bench and looked around at his team this year. "Men! And women," he graciously added with a wink, which elicited a few laughs and some good-natured food throwing, which Slick dodged, "this is my last year, as well La Capitan's! We want to see the best out of you, because we'll be showing you the same. I believe in you guys like I believe in myself, which is to say, unconditionally. We're going to take that HOUSE CUP THIS YEAR!"

He was met with a roar of approval. He looked to Sarah, their youngest member of the team. "Sarah, you're a great Chaser and the best partner Eva and I could ask for." Slick beamed with pride at the reclusive Gryffindor. "And to the rest of you! I know, I said we'll win, but even if we don't," this was met with another round of edible projectiles, "-even if we don't win, I want to say how damn proud I am of you guys and as long as you give it your all, with all your hearts, there's no way we'll lose! SO HERE'S TO GRYFFINDOR'S LIONS!" He roared, downing the rest of his pumpkin juice, which the team quickly followed suit. Slick caught sight of AJ and gave her a friendly wave and then pulled out a deck of cards, a silent invitation to play once they got back to the dorm room. With raised eyebrows and a slight tilting of the head, he was sure his point had gotten across.

Slick stowed the deck back into his robe's pockets. dropped back down to the bench and poked Eva in the ribs with his elbow, leaning close to her ear so she could hear him over the now very rowdy Gryffindor table, "Hope you didn't mind the surprise pep-talk, Eve. I just felt like it was right."





Charles Kemp

Location: Great Hall
interacting: No one




Charles had listened to the two boys' banter while he'd been reading. The scoff in their voices was unmistakable, but Charles paid them no mind. The fact that Johnson admitted to needing back up for his task almost made the arrogant young man pity the older boy's weakness. Yet all he saw was the weak link in the plan. There were any numbers of ways to kill the Headmaster, pulling it off was the problem. As the train slowed and the castle slowly rolled into view, he folded his newspaper and grabbed what little he had taken with him, the rest safely in storage. When he caught sight of Gregory and his mutt, his hand involuntarily found his wand, gripping the wood with a white-knuckled grip. Taking a breath, he forced himself to see the bigger picture. His deadly talents were needed for bigger fish and Gregory was just a Gryffindor guppie.

Setting himself apart from the mill of students walking into the Great Hall, he found a more empty bench which was to his liking. Not many students made it into Slytherin this year, weaklings to him. He stayed silent as the loud mouth screamed motivations to his House and team, who ate it up like the sheep they were. His plates covered the color spectrum, but were devoid of the fatty proteins and other unnecessary comfort foods that were usually a part of the Welcoming Feast. Charles caught sight of a new face, older than his own, with an easy smile and friendly atmosphere. A much more interesting subject was Ezekiel Rowle, who'd kept his usual mane of bright red hair. This year it seemed a bit more ragged and unkempt for one reason or another. The boy could look like anyone and he chose that? Charles chuckled to himself, not understanding the motivations of some people.

Yet, for perhaps one of few times in his life, Charles realized it was a bit lonely from the top of the mountain. No one had wanted to sit and partake in conversation with him, which was a mystery to the boy. He was intelligent with a plethora of subjects to talk about, so why did no one crave his words like the droll Gregory or pretty boy Lucas? He lifted his plate, sliding his seat over till he was seated near, but not close to Zeke. He knew the boy valued his personal space nearly as much as Charles' did. Clearing his throat, he said the most normal ice breaker he could think of. "Hello Zeke, it's been awhile, what have you been up to, pray tell?" Charles silently applauded himself. "Nailed it."
Titan looked down at the man's trousers and the growing wet spot, then looked to the man's eyes. "Have you no pride, man?" Titan released his grip and stepped over the groveling man. "Let's go swordsman, it seems I have someone to talk to.." The rest of the guards took more than a few steps back. If their commander had just pissed his damn pants, what chance did they have?! "It seems Seto Kyato has some explaining to do, in regards to his family tree."
@The Slenderman
Chuckling softly, Titan grabbed the guard by his hauberk and lifted him like a child into the air. The man was powerless under the large man's strength and Titan addressed his men, as if the man kicking his feet somewhere around mid-chest didn't even exist. "Run, if you value your lives." He set the tip of his blade against the wooden table, which immediately blackened and was sliced clean through the barest of strength. He looked sideways, wondering exactly why the swordsman was helping him. Funnily enough, he'd never caught the man's name. But the guard's words suddenly registered. "Anderson Kyato? Who is Anderson?" he interrogated the frightened man. This 'hard' guard was weeping openly.
@The Slenderman
"Kyato Corporation is in no way a regularized military branch. I refuse your orders and suggest you and your men leave, before they do something they regret." Titan responded, drawing up to his full and intimidating height. He saw the look on the men's faces and thought that this group might very well have decent minds in those small helmets of theirs. "You're no City Guard, you're just hired muscle! Now leave, before I exercise my right to defend myself against unlawful harassment and attempted kidnapping!" With a tavern full of witnesses who had begun to nod in agreement, Titan drew his blade. The white hot metal made more than a few back away in fear.
@Vicier
Is it too much? Because I'm working on the edit now and I just wanna make sure xD

EDIT: post edit complete lol
@VicierI'm thinking I may need to edit it... I'm a bit angry myself and I realized it GREATLY influenced my post. >_<
In all his years as a demigod, Logan had not seen such a flair for an entrance. The girl seemed at both confident and expectant of praise and welcome, which almost irked the boy. However, Camp Half-blood didn't have nearly the same level of expectation for leaders as this camp. As the bike kicked up grass, he blocked most of it with his buckler and the rest with a quick burst of wind he had summoned, saving the group from cleaning their clothes of dirt sod. Straightening from behind his shield, Logan's eyes were almost reprimanding in his regard of the newest addition to those atop Half-blood hill.

His sense of respect and proprietary nearly had him shout at the girl with threats of reporting her to her Cohort centurion, but those traditions were long past. Realizing he was in a new environment with a different set of rules, he curbed his natural reflexes.

Logan lowered his shield and regarded the demigod with a measured wariness.

When the girl took off her helmet and her red tresses, the new camper's first thought was that he wasn't the only redhead! Unless the color was unnatural, of course, but Logan decided that such a detail was nonconsequential. Her bike was extraordinary, a true marvel of science that only a demigod would be able to engineer.

The son of Jupiter took her full measure and almost understood the man and boy's fascination with her. She immediately radiated an overwhelming spirit and sense of gaiety, as if she was even more overjoyed at her return than Logan was of his arrival. Logan had never let go of Syleste's hand upon his arm, not wanting to dislodge the blind girl's connection to him. "Uh... hello," Logan responded to Ky'vie's entrance, shocked beyond any respectable soldier should be.
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