Tristan Licht wrote:
"Not my job to tell you, I got stuff to do on my own. Just... **** around and find out, I suppose..."
Matt then claps while laughing. "Nice comeback, dude- Nice hella comeback!"
Natasha takes to the dance floor she had been uncovering as she would tend to mopping and cleaning the wooden floor. Music flows in her mind, manipulating her form to dance. She twirls and steps, fluid and graceful.
Belfast just sat there, playing poker with Alice.
Alice put a card down, looking right at Bel while she just put down the winning card.
Belfast blinked, looking down at the card. "Ah-- I lost."
Belfast was sitting next to Apollo. They were talking quietly:
"Have any interests?" Apollo asked, tilting her head.
Apollo's long white hair mingled together with Belfast's grey hair. Belfast was in her Chieftain Form, which meant that she was stronger in this form. She tilted her head, bored of this conversation already. She didn't seem to care about Apollo as much as Apollo seemed to care for Belfast.
"Not many." Belfast answered, looking right at Apollo with grey-black eyes that seemed to see everything in this world. She was much more powerful than the average mortals, not as a God, but not human strength. She had a presence of lawfulness in her that was sprouting throughout the room that they were confined in. She sighed, looking up at Apollo with her grey eyes that narrowed ever so.
"How weird. I didn't think of you as much of the interesting type myself. You look like someone who is fascinated by death, blood, and gore." Apollo giggled softly, malice full in her voice, her tone evil, with a little intent to evil business.
"How is it? Not everyone is as psychopathic as you are, Darling." Belfast retorted, looking right at Apollo with grey eyes. Suddenly Belfast's eyes turned blood-red. She was in her Centurion Form. The presence and aura radiating around her turned even stronger, baring upon Apollo's God-like aura that was turning the room into shadow without anyone noticing or even giving a hint of it. She sighed, reaching her right hand up in front of her face then curled her fingers into a fist. She curled her fists slowly into an open palm. She put her palm upright on the table, seeming to think or ponder about something,
Apollo huffed a sigh, retiring from the conversation.
"Have any interests?" Apollo asked, tilting her head.
Apollo's long white hair mingled together with Belfast's grey hair. Belfast was in her Chieftain Form, which meant that she was stronger in this form. She tilted her head, bored of this conversation already. She didn't seem to care about Apollo as much as Apollo seemed to care for Belfast.
"Not many." Belfast answered, looking right at Apollo with grey-black eyes that seemed to see everything in this world. She was much more powerful than the average mortals, not as a God, but not human strength. She had a presence of lawfulness in her that was sprouting throughout the room that they were confined in. She sighed, looking up at Apollo with her grey eyes that narrowed ever so.
"How weird. I didn't think of you as much of the interesting type myself. You look like someone who is fascinated by death, blood, and gore." Apollo giggled softly, malice full in her voice, her tone evil, with a little intent to evil business.
"How is it? Not everyone is as psychopathic as you are, Darling." Belfast retorted, looking right at Apollo with grey eyes. Suddenly Belfast's eyes turned blood-red. She was in her Centurion Form. The presence and aura radiating around her turned even stronger, baring upon Apollo's God-like aura that was turning the room into shadow without anyone noticing or even giving a hint of it. She sighed, reaching her right hand up in front of her face then curled her fingers into a fist. She curled her fists slowly into an open palm. She put her palm upright on the table, seeming to think or ponder about something,
Apollo huffed a sigh, retiring from the conversation.
Belfast eyed the new person. She sat there quietly in the corner. "Hello?" Her voice was a small, quiet thing. Peaceful.
"I'm the bouncer of this bar, I've been out of commission for a couple weeks, nice to meet all the new people"
Silvera wrote:
"I'm the bouncer of this bar, I've been out of commission for a couple weeks, nice to meet all the new people"
She nodded, staying silent. She closed her eyes, leaning on her chair. She wasn't much of a communicator.
She would walk over and sit in front of the silent one, using some sign language *how are you feeling*
Silvera wrote:
"I'm the bouncer of this bar, I've been out of commission for a couple weeks, nice to meet all the new people"
"Ragna is another bouncer.
"
"I can speak. I prefer not to." Belfast said, not opening her eyes.
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Silvera wrote:
"I'm the bouncer of this bar, I've been out of commission for a couple weeks, nice to meet all the new people"
"Ragna is another bouncer.
"
She silently gestured Welcome, to Mathius The Great.
Zex wrote:
"I'm back to clean dishes"
"There are only a few pots"
"I understand that, some people feel better being silent, one reason I learned sign language, the other was one girl I saved one time was deft"
Belfast wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Silvera wrote:
"I'm the bouncer of this bar, I've been out of commission for a couple weeks, nice to meet all the new people"
"Ragna is another bouncer.
"
She silently gestured Welcome, to Mathius The Great.
He smiled to her.
Silvera wrote:
"I understand that, some people feel better being silent, one reason I learned sign language, the other was one girl I saved one time was deft"
"Ok?" She eyed Silvera, her eyes now scarlet red instead of black.
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