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Post by alfred on Dec 19, 2016 12:36:15 GMT -5
( That sounds like an excellent idea. I'm sure, though, I'll get a better idea as it's shown in the rp. And that's fine. I'm thinking he might have had it before and that's why he's being so hesitant about accepting Xryyrk's trust now but doesn't reveal this until the 'things couldn't get any worse' plot point.
AH. Thank you. Honestly, I'm feeling the exact same way. I absolutely adore this plot right now. <3 )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
In a look of confusion, Izar stumbled back against the wall as Xryyrk pushed him into the shadows. For a moment, he thought she hadn't meant to wait till morning, that she was going to settle their score here and now. He'd never once won an argument against her but had never admitted his defeat either. This instance would be no different. Straightening himself, he prepared to defend his point. One look at Xryyrk's expression shut him down just as quickly. Whatever was wrong, it wasn't him. As she moved away, he staid put, trailing after her with his eyes.
As soon as he heard the stranger's voice, he felt himself start to bristle. There was a fire swelling in his chest, turning his face red with heat. Every instinct told him to dispose of the fool but he didn't move, his fingers simply curling into fists at his sides. To intervene was to doubt Xryyrk's strength and he had no such intention of insulting his friend in this manner. She was more than capable herself. Rolling his shoulders, he ducked his head and crossed his arms over his chest, pressing back against cool stone as he waited.
While the outcome wasn't exactly as he had expected, he felt a surge of satisfaction rush over him as Xryyrk made her point. It wasn't exactly the dispatching he'd been anticipating but enough of a warning to keep them away. If they were smart enough, at least. Pushing off the wall, he kept cool with a plain expression and simple look. Following his comrade, he made it back to her residence in complete silence.
As she pushed open her front door and headed in, Izar shut it behind him and turned to follow, eyeing the cat on her shoulder. As she changed, his eyes flickered to the floor and he moved toward the closest as instructed. Sliding open the first panel, he gave it a quick search before pulling out a simple white t-shirt and muted gray sweats. Wordlessly and before she'd turned, he headed out of the room. As ironic as it might have been after struggling so long to find her, he needed distance.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 14:49:17 GMT -5
(Ooh, I do like that idea. Thets apply that, I'm sure it'll spice things up.
I seriously love this plot. It's really clever, and a bunch more than just some filler violence.)
Once she had changed into a pair of flannel PJ bottoms and a loose t-shirt, Tam purring on the pillow, Xryyrk perched on the edge of her bed and rubbed her face stressfully. Releasing a slow breath, she tiredly stood back on her feet - she was relieved to find that after decades of dance instruction, she still had the grace and strength of a dancer.
For a half moment, Xryyrk stood in the doorframe, watching Izar with exhausted eyes. Emotions ranging from relief to bitter resentment of him distrusting her battled - she never quite experienced something with the likes as this. This fellow man had searched for years, trying to track her down, as she flipped bottle and flirted with customers so she could earn extra dollars for her employees. DIsgust washed over her, and Xryyrk wiped her hands on her thighs - how many times had she willingly touched a human with those palms?
Walking silently, her heels raised off the floor due to habit, she slipped into the bathroom. Romiving what was left of the light makeup, she regarding her white hair. It was lovely, as always - long and straight, just almost to her waist. It seemed shorter, due to it being pulled up, but she knew its true length. She released the restraints, watched it fan across her shoulders and sides with its normal silliness. With a silent sight, she pickled up a brush and absentmindedly brushed through the strands, ripping through occasional tangles.
Suddenly, bitterness rose in her chest. Strong, powerful, demanding - putrid hatered for herself. Her expression slipping into disgust, Xryyrk snatched the scissors from her first aid kit before pulling her hair behind her, the brush falling to the floor in her haste. With one violent cut, she had her snowy white hair just barely brushing her shoulders. Her eyes glinting silver from mercury tears, she violently thrusted the cut-off hair into the rubish bin. Locking the door, she pressed her back against it and slid dowards. Once settled on the floor, she dug her hands into her now short and much lighter hair, closing her eyes as she fought to extinguish the salt-hatred slamming into her like trucks, one wave after the other.
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Post by alfred on Dec 19, 2016 16:18:47 GMT -5
( Totally! I love the thought we're both putting into our posts. I just want to give you a really big thank you for doing this plot with me. I honestly can't remember the last time I've been so excited about a rp. cx )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Standing in the living room, stoic and still, Izar turned the clothes over in his hands. He stood silent for a moment more before he heard a door behind him close. There wasn't anything he could say that would lighten the situation. What he felt and what Xryyrk might was something so completely foreign to him, he wasn't even sure how to go about fixing it. Perhaps he was making this a bigger deal than it needed to be, perhaps this was all blown out of proportion, but he couldn't deny his resentment - the guilt and bitterness he held for himself and his newly found comrade. They'd no doubt move past this all by morning but, for now, he let all these mixed feelings settle in his chest like some coiled snake, ready to strike at any moment.
Shrugging off his jacket, he took care to lay it neatly over the back of Xryyrk's couch before changing. The clothes he wore now were grimy and stained from a week's worth of wear. It was nice to have something clean and refreshing for once. Smoothing down the T-shirt, he pulled at the ends and turned to sit, dropping his old clothes into a pile next to the couch. The room was so quiet, so completely still, that every other sound seemed enhanced. The streets outside rumbled softly, someone up stairs walked quickly, and Xryyrk moved about one of the rooms in her hallway. He absorbed it all, resting his head in his hands before shutting his eyes.
Exhaustion leeched at his energy, pulling him so far down he was sure standing wasn't a possibility. Hearing a clatter down the hall, he simply turned his head and listened closer. It wasn't hard to tell Xryyrk was struggling to cope, she could seldom hide anything from him, but her pride kept it confined. She was always one to leave the room, to mourn in silence, alone from the prying comfort of another. The only time he'd ever seen her cry before him had been at the funeral. Swallowing the knot in his throat, he stood and strode over to the door.
He'd searched three years, twelve months and nineteen days for her. In that time, he'd never felt more alone. There were nights on the outpost when he'd no company at all but her own. They'd sit by a flickering fire in silence, simply basking in the other's company. These were the nights he remembered most, the way her eyes reflected the flame and the way it'd dance across both their faces. They'd nothing but each other in those moments. When he shut his eyes, that's what he saw, what he'd always see. Listening to her quiet sobs behind the door, he pressed his back to the frame and slid down the other side. They'd only two inches of wood separating them and nothing more. In that moment, everything else melted away and he felt nothing. He only had her and his silence. Shutting his eyes, he could almost imagine the warmth of the fire.
Sitting still, his exhaustion took over and he slipped away into a quiet slumber.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 16:48:40 GMT -5
(Aww, bless your heart <3 Thank you for bringing this to me, I'm pretty much obsessed. You are more than welcome, and I totally understand your excitement!)
Halfway through the night, Xryyrk finally shifted. She had sat in the exact same spot the entirety of the seven hours she spent in the bathroom, alone and. Violently lashing at herself mentally. Actually, Xryyrk wasnt sure what was lashing at her. It was definitely herself, but at the same time... it wasnt. Almost like another voice speaking to her, something she was before. Whatever it was, all it was doing was making her want to curl up in a black hole and never speak again.
Getting to her feet, long numb by now, Xryyrk leaned against the sink and looked at herself. Pathetic, she thought scornfully, looking at her rugged appearance. Short white hair was now slightly uneven and more feathery, the fringe she let layer across the side of her face half-hiding one of her prized violet-colored eyes. Tears the color of liquid silver had stained her white skin, her eyes still giving a slight mirror-like effect from those freshly gathered. She looked... worn. Tired. Human with those raw emotions.
At the last though, Xryyrk ripped away from the mirror as if it burned her, rubbing her face and stiffening her body until she stood in perfect stillness. An unhealthy coping skill of hers - perhaps if she acted as stone, she would feel as one. Nothing. After a moment of attempting to force herself into a cold shell, she ran her hands through her short hair then washed her face off with some water. Drying off her skin, she caught sight of herself once more. She was never one to care much about how she looked, and she wasnt now - it was what she saw underneath the skin, her mind. She was still one of her own kind, undoubtedly, but it was as if humanity had drawn burning coal across her mind - an ugly, burned streak that tainted her very being.
Gripping the porcelain sink tightly, Xryyrk forced her hands to relax. She opened one of the two doors to the bathroom; one led to the main room, the other to her personal bedroom. She shut the door quietly before locking her personal bedroom door, laying on her back and looking at the ceiling. Across the ceiling hung tiny pieces of glass - at least a few hundred, some thinner than a piece of tissue, others mimicking planets and galaxing. Stars and nebulas glittered with tiny facets, giving the entire ceiling a space-like glow. Xryyrk remembered how long it took her to make the ceiling-wide art piece - several months, a year and a half at least. She was proud of the multi-colored glass pieces, something she had only shown one other person. In her human mind, Xryyrk loved the idea of space.
Now 'Belle' knows why, Xryyrk thought bitterly, closing her eyes. She looked practically a corpse as she slept, that was always the case; her chest hardly rose as she breathed, something most female had. Their lungs werent normal - they simply filtered the air, instead of inhaling. With her statue-still sleeping body - obtained from tiny barrack beds from when she served in the militia briefly - and her white skin, she seemed all of the dead body. Her hair short and splayed over the black pillow, she was like a splash of white paint over the black sheets.
However tired Xryyrk was, no matter how desperately she wished she could fix everything in her sleep, morning came. She opened her eyes, but stayed still for a few moments. A heavy weight settled in her chest, even with the thought of the person she was closest to right on the other side of the door. She simply couldnt pull any motivations.
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Post by alfred on Dec 19, 2016 21:57:59 GMT -5
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Sometime during the night, Xryyrk had left and he sat next to the bathroom door alone. For a time, he sat motionless, his thoughts running to meet a waking consciousness. His expression was flat and his eyes vacant. Despite the life in his physical form, he was nowhere in sight. Raising his head, he stared down the corridor, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. Everything around him was bathed in a pale blue glow, the moon's light filtered by heavy curtains. Objects sprang from the shadows and took on life of its own. A hanging coat became a man, a small table was someone hunched in the corner. The room was full of figments he'd no fear of. Dragging his limbs toward him, each heavy with sleep, he pushed off the floor and stood. He was unsteady on his feet and teetered slowly as he turned back toward the living room. Wordlessly, he collapsed onto the couch and lost all consciousness.
He'd been north of Clayton, New Mexico when he'd received the news, sitting in a small desert motel called the Oasis. His tracker had hit on some small, city girl called Jessamine at twelve in the morning and, after seeing the picture, he'd took off. Three weeks, twenty hours spent driving and the rest on recon. He'd done his research, sorted through his options and made sure this was his first break in almost four years. That was what any of his kind would have done, waited and learned through observation. In all honesty, though, he'd spent one week on recon and the other contemplating on actually trying her front door.
So, that was approximately three weeks without sleep and it'd taken its toll. He didn't dream, he didn't stir after waking the first time. He was completely and utterly lost to a dark void. Laying on the couch, he barely moved, his chest rising and falling so slowly it appeared as though he wasn't even breathing.
( I'd imagine he'd be asleep for a long while. Did you want to have someone come to the door or have Xryyrk check up on the bar? just something to reestablish her connection with the human world after being awakened to her and Izar's? I'll be whoever you need.
Also, sorry for the shortness. xp )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 23:13:52 GMT -5
(No worries! Hmm... I have an idea. How about a normal man comes by, and Xryyrk lets him speak with her in her room. Izar wake up several hours later and eavesdrop a bit and hear Xryyrk selling her bar for next to nothing, and hence emotional reconnection back to normal blah blah blah.... or something along the lines. If you don't like the idea, just go with whatever you'd like! ^~^)
Xryyrk had finally managed to drag herself to her feet, making no noise at all. She finally actually stood, making ehr way to her closet before hesitating, pulling out a small box she was found with. It was metal, seemingly just an empty cube - but 'Belle' had kept it, for some odd reason, wondering what it was. No, Xryyrk was back, and she knew. Pressing her hand against the tiny, tiny hole on the top, she willed an almost impossibly thin piece of glass to open the lock, designed specifically to be opened by her and her alone.
The top opened, revealing traditional clothing and items from their home planet. Kneeling by the box, Xryyrk lifted a traditional dress from the box, the black fabric softer than flowing water, the fabric shifting with amazing fluidity. Witht he fabric came the scent of home - pure air and sweet pollen from the flowering trees, million-year-old forests. A little piece of home - something she had forgotten. Pulling out a bundle of materials and a few glass bottles, Xryyrk stepped into the bathroom. Stripping and turning the shower on, she placed the fabrics to the side and the bottles in the show. Stepping in, she lathered her short hair with her native soap - smelling of the flowers of rare, alien bushes and bitter berries. Stepping out, she dried herself off and dressed in casual clothing. A pair of leggings-like pants, hugging shapely legs, and a curve-hugging, short-skirted black dress. Sleeves hooked a strand over her middle finger, keeping her wrists covered fully, the neckline a shallow V. The casual attire felt amazing against her skin, roughened by the humans scratchy clothes. The style wasnt too far from human clothes - perhaps a bit more modest.
Stepping from the bathroom, Xryyrk ran a hand through her hair, enjoying the shortness of her hair despite the slight unevenness. Her eyes were lined with their native makeup - it looked like the black lining her eyes held stars in its darkness. Other than the short hair, Xryyrk looked just like she used too. Noticing Izar asleep on the couch, she unfolded a soft blanket and placed it carefully over him. Satisfied he was still fast asleep, Xryyrk turned back to her room... only top hear a knock on the door. She quietly opened it, held a finger to her lips, and led the familiar person into her personal room, shutting the door for the most part but not quite latching it.
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Post by alfred on Dec 20, 2016 23:58:49 GMT -5
( sounds like a plan. i might have him be a friend of hers maybe. if that's okay, i mean. she can still offer up her bar and everything.
i'm here! just slow on posting. )
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Post by alfred on Dec 21, 2016 0:31:13 GMT -5
Ben ||
"Hey. . hey. Hey!" He wasn't quite sure how long he'd been standing at the top of the stairwell. Perhaps five minutes, certainly no longer than ten. That would be a bit crazy, right? Rubbing the back of his neck, Ben pursed his lips, pacing the small four foot expanse nervously. He should just call, head over to the Wallflower and ask her down for a cup of coffee. That'd be the reasonable thing to do. This, this here was a bit weird, he did admit. He was just a part-time manager to Belle's bar when she wasn't around. He'd been to her place on occasion but never like this. This was out of the blue, unexpected. For good reason, of course! He wasn't a creep, no. She'd just the right to know what'd happened, face-to-face preferably.
Exhaling slowly, he cleared his throat and headed down the hall. Stopping in front of door 335, he knocked, bouncing impatiently on the balls of his feet. As she answered, he grinned sheepishly, gritting his teeth. Her signal was enough to keep him silent before he'd even managed his long practiced greeting. He'd only spent five good minutes on it but - hey! - no matter. Nodding his understanding curtly, he stepped inside, turning to look at her as he waited for her to take lead. The apartment was quiet, nothing out of ordinary and he almost forgot his silent promise to keep quiet before he saw the man on Belle's couch. Oh. . alright. That's fiiine.
Sniffing softly, the cold chill from outside just waning, he followed Belle back to her personal room. Just as she shut the door and turned, he smiled again. "Hey. . Someone broke into the bar last night." He practically stumbled over the words saying them and immediately regretted it. What happened to breaking the news to her slowly? "Woo. Okay, well, that wasn't the plan." Frowning, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and waited for her reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 0:51:07 GMT -5
Xryrrk looked up in surprise, glad she had applied her hazel contacts in this morning. She hated putting the fake ness over her eyes, her lips curling in disgust, but now she was grateful. "What? Oh boy," She pulled up Belle's personality - a little too easily, in her opinion, but it was necessary.
Xryyrk arched a brow, a silent question. "Okay, well, what was taken? I'm assuming the cash, and the more expensive liquors? Probably the foreign ones?" She asked, motioning for Ben to sit on one of the two chair in her room, straddling a small table. This is often where she spoke to employees - it made the strange setting of her bedroom seem a bit less casual. Taking the other seat, she folded one leg over the other. Brushing a short strang of white hair behind her ear, she leaned her arms on the table.
"Whatever cash they took was meager - as you know, we keep our earnings in the secure vault at the bank across the street. The liquor, however, will be a bit more difficult to replace, on such short notice. Russian vodka, especially." And that's when the idea struck her. The bar... was a disgusting place, in Xryyrks mind. She wanted to rid of it, but didn't want to call even more attention to herself. And here was the perfect opportunity - a trusted employee, a high rank, good business skills. Xryyrk didn't show her sudden pleasure at all, simply waited for Ben to reply with her usual professional coollness.
(Ajnfuibwebfgonwefbn I ran out of words... Sorry ^^' )
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Post by alfred on Dec 21, 2016 1:17:22 GMT -5
( You're good!
These posts will probably be shorter. )
Ben ||
Swallowing uneasily, Ben took the seat she'd offered, sitting quickly and without much hesitation. His knee jumped, pent up energy he'd a hard time letting go of. In an attempt to still it, he leaned forward, resting an elbow atop each. "Yeah, um, that's the thing." His brows knotted and he clasped his fingers together tightly. "They didn't really steal much. The cash is gone, a couple bottles of our finer liquor missing, but. ." He paused, wincing as he remembered the details. "Uh-" Rubbing the back of his neck, his knee started jumping again. "The place is trashed. It's all shattered glass and graffiti."
Leaning back in his chair, he gave her a worried look. "I know you kind of make it habit already, but I think you seriously pissed someone off, Belle." He fell silent for a moment, his mind wandering the slightest bit as he noticed her dress. It was a pretty thing, casual but really nice. There was something off about it, new, and he guessed she was probably dressing to impress whoever was crashing on her couch. Breathing in sharply, he looked back up at her face, anticipating her next reaction. "I know you usually take care of it yourself, that's cool and all, but I really think you should get the police involved."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 1:30:52 GMT -5
"Hm..."
Xryyrk brushed a finger over her soft, white-washed strawberry lips. "I probably did piss someone off, again," She mused, her mind flashing to Izar, who lay on the couch in her living area. Leaning back in her chair, Xryyrk thought about what to do in this situation to claim two goals finished: One, keep a few of these pathetic humans in their even worse job, and make sure her tracks were covered. Silence, her eyes adverting from Bens face at to Tam, who was pacing around the floor and purring for no apparent reason. Finally she lowered her hand, lacing her fingers together and leaning back against the table, her eyes locking with Bens. "I'll be honest, with you Ben," She said calmly, her eyes focused and calm. "I have been thinking of moving. That man out in the living room - he is from where I am. Before amnesia," She cleared up what she meant, "We've already had blood testing done, and i've done some reasearch on him. Michael Rayburn - harmless fellow. Turns out, my name is Haven Rayburn, and I'm his niece." She stood from her chair, walking to her shelves.
"And since i will be leaving the country, I need someone I trust to watch the bar. Someone who knows business, and who knows how my standards are set. Someone an awful lot like you, Ben." Xryyrk rolled her eyes, her back turned to the man. How dramatic were humans? However, her calm, profession muse was back on as she put a neat contract in front of ben. A pen followed. "I have spare bottles and glasses in the storage unit, which you have the keys to. I'm handing over the bar." She sat in front of him once more, her eyes softening just a tad. "You've been working as a near co-worker for a year and a half. I'm sure you'll keep the bar busy and occupied. I'm sure this break-and-wreck could be a promising starting challenge for you."
(No worries!)
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Post by alfred on Dec 21, 2016 1:54:03 GMT -5
Ben ||
Listening to Belle, Ben leaned forward as he saw the cat, extending a hand in greeting. He never really was one for felines. They always seemed to have some kind of agenda all of their own making. It was slightly uncomfortable knowing they might be plotting something, irrational but not completely out there. Besides, it kind of put you off when all they did was glare at you. Watching Tam outright ignore him, he sat up and looked at Belle as she continued talking.
There was something off about how she spoke, her mannerisms and the way she held herself. It wasn't a criticism by any means. She just seemed in a decent enough mood having just heard her three year ambition had been vandalized. As soon as she mentioned leaving, he knew for a fact something was up. The news hit hard and he was left staring at her in disbelief, completely and utterly speechless. For a moment, he just sat in silence, staring at the contract.
Finally standing, he stepped away from the table. "Okay, hold on." He held both hands up slightly and shook his head. "Okay, no. Uh-" He paused, thinking over his next few words carefully. "A couple days ago, you were talking about an expansion and now you want to sell the entire thing?" Giving her a hard look, he shook his head again. "How long have you even known this guy? I mean, it's none of my business, I get that, but this is your bar we're talking about."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 2:05:06 GMT -5
"And this is the one chance I have to see where I came from," Xryyrk replied simply, her eyes still latched with his with 'Belles' usual professionalism. "Even if it means giving everything up here, I want to know who Haven Rayburn was, and see if I can remember. I don't see how that in unreasonable, hm?" She asked, one pale brow arching in a silent challenge. She put a few fingertips on the contract, emphasizing her words. "I am offering you full ownership of one of the most popular bars in the city for free, Ben. Don't make me turn to someone less qualified, because I will be leaving." Her eyes and expression left no room for argument.
"As I said before, I did my research on Michael. With his permission, I recieved proof that he had been looking for me for the entire three years I've been missing from his home. Flight plans, credit card purchases, country borders - all of the information leads to him being honest. He has a clean record, and a blood test match. I see no need of further proof. Will you sign, or will I turn to someone without your qualifications?" Her voice was firm, almost hard - Belle for sure. Polite, yet focused and determined.
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Post by alfred on Dec 21, 2016 2:25:32 GMT -5
Ben ||
She'd shut him down on the spot. Falling back against the wall, he averted his gaze from her own, staring at the contract. "Jesus." He breathed the name and pushed off the wall, falling into the seat again. Bartending was one thing but actually owning the business himself? That was another thing entirely. Well, maybe. He'd never really had the experience. Grabbing the pen, he hesitated. He wasn't even sure he wanted to stay in the business. He did have other life goals, something greater than mixing drinks all night, didn't he?
"Damn, Belle. This is one fine ultimatum you're dealing here. Can I think on it? Have you even? It's just- This seems kind of out there." He looked up at her, his gaze nothing but worry and complete surprise. "Or, just. . Maybe I can just look over it while you're gone?" He paused, averting his gaze again. "Until you get back." He wasn't really sure what to say. It wasn't every day you were offered the title to someone's business. This was a big deal, a heck of a lot bigger than what Belle was making it out to be.
( I really need some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow with a response! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 2:38:25 GMT -5
Xryyrk was silent for a moment, watching Ben with calm eyes. "How about this," She started, leaning forwards. "We make a time exchange. You will run the business for nine weeks, no help from me. If you meet or exceed the profits from my ownership, you will own the business. You can pass it off to whoever you want, if you still don't want it. If you fail to meet the profits, I'll revoke the contract and sell the bar to a big-time chain. Either way, you have the choice. Or, you can shoot this down now. If you do that, I will sell the bar for highest bid by companies. Fair?" Her voice was calm and even, as she answered his other questions.
"And as for thinking it over on my end - yes. For three years, i've been thinking. Any chance I can find my old life as Haven, I will dive at it. So, is the deal fair?" SHe asked once more, sliding the contract away from Ben. It was a good chance - Xryyrk had been making well over a hundred grand a year, from the one small bar. If Ben played his cards right, he could easily double the salary. Nine weeks - two months and an extra week. That much time to figure it out, if he'd want to keep the business. It was fair in all directions, even leaning towards Ben, so Xryyrk was a bit puzzled as to why he didn't leap at it.
(No worries! Good night, sleep well!)
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Post by alfred on Dec 22, 2016 23:54:21 GMT -5
( Sorry for the absence! I likely won't be very active till after the weekend's through.
I honestly think a bit too much about this rp when I'm not on, though. haha. x3 I had something to add to their species. A fault of some kind. While their unbelievably strong, they're not indestructible. Their abilities are both a gift and a curse. It provides a moment when they are at their most vulnerable. This is why they most often travel to other worlds in pairs. While one is recuperating, the other is their to protect them in their time of weakness. Apart, their abilities pose more of a threat than anything else.
I'm also thinking about changing up Izar's character abilities, too. The foresight and energy manipulation is all good but the third just isn't sitting right. )
Ben ||
Something felt so extremely off about this whole deal. Perhaps it was just a gut instinct but the thing sat in the pit of his stomach like a heavy stone. He'd known Belle for almost a year now and he considered her a friend, if only for their connections in work. She was a decent enough gal. She sometimes got in with the wrong people but that was apart of the job anymore. You tended to get your fair share of nonsense with spilled drinks and mean drunks. They way she sold it absolutely made sense, some he couldn't understand quite yet, but that was only because he'd never owned a place of his own. That knowledge came with the work. His discomfort with the deal was purely personal. It was in the voice, the looks she gave him, and behind the story she sold. Everything just made too much goddamned sense.
Mulling over her words, he paused for only a second before slowly nodding. Her proposal at least gave him more time to think on it. He was at least grateful for that courtesy. "Yeah," he said slowly, "sure." Pursing his lips, he winced his uncertainty at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck out of some nervous habit. "What do you want me to do about the break in, though? You want the police involved?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 1:42:29 GMT -5
(Aw, no worries! And I do too - It's so unhealthy, ugh x3 yet here I am, not really complaining! I really like your idea - it makes total sense. Also, in case i don't get to say it later, Happy Holidays!)
Xryyrk leaned back once more, satisfied with her answer she recieved. Her hand laced together in her lap, one black-sheathed leg folded over the other, She gave him a quite look for a moment, her honey eyes calm and her now-short white hair brushing against ehr shoulders and neck. "Take this accident as your first challenge," She said, tapping one finger against her other hand twice. Izar, please wake up and give me an excuse to get rid of this man, she silently pleaded, but she kept her expression blank, not unfriendly. "I will offer some advice, however." She said, pulling down the short skirt a bit before re-folding her hands.
"If," she began, "there's a break-in, there are three 'levels' of risk." Xryyrk rose a hand, giving air quoted around the word 'levels'. "If the register is broken and some liquor is gone, there is little need to get the police deeply involved. That is simply clean-up and alarms being replaced with upgrades. Consider this level one. If the back office, my office, was broken into, get the police involved to make sure no important files are missing, as level two. If files are missing, including the bank information, get the police as involved as you can." She delivered this lesson with careful casualty, knowing Belle was a very loose person.
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Post by alfred on Jan 5, 2017 17:15:42 GMT -5
( Happy belated Holidays!! Sorry for the wait!! Legit, I had zilch motivation to do anything over break. I still get back to classes Monday but I think I'll be pretty active here on out. How was your holidays? )
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For a long moment, Ben just sat and stared at her, a deep frown pulling at his lips. He said nothing and only lowered his gaze back down to the table, setting his jaw and tensing his shoulders. Her formality was to be expected. This was a business affair and should not be taken lightly considering the fact that she seemed set on giving up her ambitions. However, her behavior seemed so unlike Belle that Ben almost didn't recognize her. There was clear distrust and worry etched in the furrows between his two brows.
Shaking his head, he wiped at his jeans and stood. "Yeah, alright. I'll do what I can." The business had been under her management at the time. The police would no doubt have questions for her but - hey - if she wanted them poking around in her life, that was her decision. "I- uh- better get back. Amanda's probably there now and I shouldn't keep her waiting. You plan on stopping by or. .?" He paused in his trek to the door and turned to look at her, his question more than some simple gesture.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 22:20:18 GMT -5
(They were okay, thank you. I've been sick for some time though. Doctor seems to think something really wrong's going on, so i'll be stuck in the hospital or another few nights. I'm glad you got some rest though! It's always good to have whew weeks of blah time.)
Xryyrk rose from her seat, walking Ben to the door. She had opened it only an inch bore Ben asked her the question. There was more to his question than he said, and even Belle had been quite well-tuned to alter meanings behind words. Her honeyed eyes rested on her co-worker, thoughtful for a moment. Would she be stopping by again? Would she even been coming back. Xryyrk already made up her mind. With a quiet sigh, she opened the door and held it for Ben, a polite gesture. "I may step in to thank the staff before leaving. But I have little to no intentions of coming back." The blunt honest was all but expected, and her gaze flickered to Izar on her living room couch.
Her gaze traveled once more to Ben, and she ofered a friendly handshake. "Ben, it's been a pleasure working with you. Take care of the business for me." She gave him her most fetching smile, the one she had to litteraly practice before she came to this planet. "You'll find the code to the safe taped under my desk in the back office. If you have any other questions, you have my cell phone number." She gave him another less stunning grin, releasing his hand. "I appreciate your hard work the past while. Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll be fine."
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Post by alfred on Jan 5, 2017 23:22:08 GMT -5
( That's no good. I hope everything's alright. That stuff always scares me. If you need anything, to just talk or something, I'll try and be on when I can.
And yes! I've been up till four most nights and sleep in pretty late. Everyone else is back at school and work and I'm still bumming around doing nothing. xp Honestly, this new semester couldn't come any quicker.
I've got to go for the night but I'll be back tomorrow with a reply! )
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Post by alfred on Jan 8, 2017 23:37:28 GMT -5
( Or I'll just wind up disappearing. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be on sometime tomorrow. I was kind of busy this weekend with folks and moving. Talk to you soon! )
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Post by alfred on Jan 20, 2017 2:29:21 GMT -5
( So sorry for taking forever! And thanks for waiting. c: How goes it? )
Izar ;;
There was a hushed murmur from down the hall, rising in volume as the conversation carried on. Though the words were clear from this distance, Izar put them out of mind as he slowly awoke. Every limb felt heavy with sleep, immovable and plagued by exhaustion. The hours he'd managed to steal away during the night had done him little to no good. Blinking several times, he pulled himself into a sitting position, perching on the edge of the couch with his hands clasped before him. His shoulders hunched and his head low, Izar shut his eyes and focused on his breathing, drawing in long breaths as his body fought to rise. Every thought of the previous day's trials was pushed away as he focused on nothing but what was before him, every tangible object that rested quietly in the room. Minutes passed before he dared let himself think of Xyrryk and their mission but, even then, it was in passing.
As a door opened down the hall, Izar turned, spotting the face of a rather young looking boy. More than anything, he looked confused. Worry hid in between the creases of his brows and something of an anger rested in dark of his eyes. Xryyrk, no doubt, was in part the cause of whatever issue the boy harbored but, in that moment, everything felt directed toward Izar. The look they exchanged was brief, the boy's eyes quickly darting to the apartment's front door. He shared a few words with Xryyrk, it's meaning lost in tired translation as Izar lowered his gaze to the floor, yawning slightly.
He sat still, waiting till the boy was gone and the door, shut. Pressing back into the cushions, he pulled in a long breath and turned toward Xryyrk, wrapping a hand around the back of the couch. He was prepared to say something, anything, but fell silent almost as quickly. Xryyrk's hair hung around her shoulders in a feathered bob, quite the contrast from the length it'd carried just the night before. Tightening his jaw, he nodded slowly and turned back around, opting to stare toward a mess of books teetering dangerously close to the edge of a window sill.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 21:36:02 GMT -5
(Whoa I died
HEY, sorry, wow, I'm so sorry. I got out of the hospital a few weeks ago but long story short I couldn't move and I just got out of physical therapy SO
*deep breath*
I'm back. I'll have a reply up in a few days and I'm sorry again!!)
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Post by alfred on Mar 13, 2017 0:57:49 GMT -5
( oh, wow. not good. i just hope you're doing better! please, take all the time you need and know i'll be here whenever you return. i really hope you're okay. best wishes. <3 )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 8:30:05 GMT -5
Yeah, yeah I'm one. Got in a wreck - a few broken ribs, a fracture in my spine - I'm good now, no big deal. Sorry about being out of touch with Xryyrk right now, I'll get it just right soon enough.)
Xryyrk shut the door as Ben stopped out, quietly locking it. Turning, she crossed her arms as she looked at Izar, her violet irises once more covered by honey brown/gold, but it was already fading. "You can't avoid talking to me forever, Izar," she said with an unusual edge to her voice before walking towards the pile of books, stacking them back in place and pushing them onto the already overflowing book shelf. "I get that you're angry," she said, her own temper help in check, "but I am too. Do you really believe I would fake being a human to avoid our mission? In here? With That?" The feline looked up as she pointed at it, giving an almost hurt mewl and stalking pridefully back into Xryyrks room.
The albino alien looked down, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration as she exhaled a breath of disgusting air. She cursed lowly in their native langauge, unusua profanity from her - Xryyrk was never one to use foul language, finding it unpleasant. "Nevermind," she sighed, crossing one arm around herself and asking into the kitchen, passing the bottle of liquor and standing by the fridge, raking a hand through her short hair as she opened it, withdrawing a few nectarines. Grabbing a knife from the drawer, she carefully split the fruits and pulled the pits. placing a few halves on a plate, she grabbed a fork and slid it across the table. She glanced at Izar and dodged to it, making it clear it was his.
When she was Belle, she found these fruits strangely comforting - now she understood why. They tasted a bit like one of the large, sphere-like fruits on their home planet, and any its of home was comforting. Turning, she headed towards her room without grabbing anything for herself.
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Post by alfred on Mar 16, 2017 21:57:12 GMT -5
( i'm just so glad you're okay! i'm sorry that happened. also, it's cool. it'll probably take me some getting used to rping Izar again as well. )
Izar sat quiet as Xryyrk spoke, her anger evident in her tone and restlessness. Following her with his eyes at first, he turned in his seat and reclined, crossing one leg over his other's knee as he listened. Perhaps it was best for her to release some steam, but Izar simply found it pointless in the end. It didn't further their objective in any means. Of course, he shared some of her same emotions but that didn't provoke him to express them. He kept them concealed, subduing any negative aspects till the moment was right to explore them.
His disappointment clear, Izar lowered his gaze to the ground, looking to the cat as it retreated down the hall. As Xryyrk passed him into the kitchen, he sat motionless as she busied herself, half scared anything he'd say would make her more angry. Glancing her way, he stood quickly and quietly, moving around the arm of the couch to stand in the space between the kitchen and the living room.
Ignoring her offer of food, he grabbed her arm gently as she passed, his grip loose in case she intended to pull away but firm enough to get her attention. "Xryyrk, please do not mistake my silence for anger. Whatever I'm feeling - whatever we are both feeling. . it doesn't matter." His voice was soft and calm, betraying nothing. "We won't return home till we accomplish our mission. That's what's important and nothing else." Releasing her, he moved to the kitchen, taking up one half of the nectarine. "I don't care about what happened. It's in the past, Xryyrk. . Forget it." Taking a seat at the counter, he didn't turn to see her, focusing instead on what lay before him.
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