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ESPRESSO’S BLACK-TIE GALA

You receive a pink envelope in your mailbox along with the other mail (advertisements, catalogs, etc.) Curious, you open up the envelope up first. It appears to be an invitation!

The invitation is to a formal party at the Koi Art Gallery, hosted by Espresso Beans, next Friday (September 18th, 2015.) The purpose of the event seems to be promoting rising artists. Reading further into the invitation tells you that you can contact the hostess to provide services (of course you’ll be paid), and/or talk to her if you have any questions. You flip the invitation over, and it says in large text, “PLEASE RVSP BY SEPTEMBER 15TH, 2015 IF YOU WISH ON ATTENDING.” You make note of it.

You know you’ll consider going to the party. You’ll finally be able to wear that fancy outfit of your’s!

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Name: Bibi Nickname(s): Beebs, etERNAL FLAME, kanda yuu’s mom (not really but i am his mom) Time/Date: 4:32 / 9/7/2015 Average hours of sleep: 5 - 6 hours??? cries. Last thing you googled: 50 Social Studies Strategies for K-8 classrooms pdf ( i am v exciting ) Birthday: April 27th Star sign: Taurus! Gender: Female Sexual orientation: panromantic demisexual.... Height: 5′4″ Fav color: Orange, Blue, Green, Lavender, u know Lucky number: 27 or 33! Word/s that comes to mind: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa One place that makes you happy: My house w/ coffee..... How many blankets you sleep with: 1 or 2 ! Favorite movies: Tekkonkinkreet, Mad Max: Fury Road, SPACE JAM!!!,  LOTR/The Hobbit movies, Spirited Away Last book you read: Teacher Wars  Most used phrase: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA or :-) What you last said to a family member: “Instead of walnuts I had to add pecans and instead of pineapple juice I had to add orange juice. :s“ Fav fictional characters: KANDA YUU!!!!!! (dgm), Bazz-B & Unohana Retsu ( bleach also rip ), Kjelle (fe:a), Hanayo Koizumi (love live!), Angelika Einsturzen & Badou Nails & Campanella Fruhling (DOGS), Monoko (yume nikki), Fiona Goode & Elsa Mars (ahs), Kagura & every single ginatma character (gintama), Utena (revolutionary girl utena), Iva (karneval), Ruby and Sapphire and EveryONE (Steven Universe ) Fav famous people:  JESSICA LANGE, Childish Gambino, Lorde.  Fav books: The Hobbit ?? Fav beverage: Thai tea or moscow mules.... Fav food: PHO.... Fav band music artists: Lorde, Childish Gambino, Chance the Rapper, Banks, & Angel Haze. Last movie you watched: The Visit (it was trash but free trash) Dream vacation: Either Amsterdam, Spain, or Japan because I’m a freakin weeb  Dream wedding: something small, but cute  Dream job: WHo kNOWS ANYMORE!!

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suburbanninja:

“I mean like..How do I go onto it?” His lips curved down into a frown. “Hey pretty lady mind if I work out with you? I swear I’m not some creepy asswipe.” He added giving her a wave of his hand. it was the truth after all. 

“To be fair. I didn’t even to do this. I literally stumbled into you. You could call it fate.” She looked like the type who wouldn’t believe in fate but eh, it’s what he believed in. Actually now that he got a good look at her. She looked like a tough woman, maybe he got himself into something he’ll regret later. 

Nah.

“Since I came here, I havn’t had a chance to actually work out. Been busy eating..But hey with you here now maybe I can go back to my old regimen. So….Uh…friend whose name is totally crossing my mind right now. What do you prefer to do? Run? Wrestle? I’m more of a swimmer myself with an added bonus of martial arts because bam look at me. I’m a statue.”

                 ◖ ❝Interesting... Where I’m from, people merely ask to train with one another.❞

          There were blatant disparities between herself and others. Perhaps training with another was a more personal activity with others? Such would make sense considering the lack of participants she had when it came to training alongside her.

          She places her hands on her hips as she listened to the other. He appeared to possess a rather carefree nature, which provoked some doubt of his abilities. However, she had many comrades who were similar and capable of displaying immense strength. Maybe he was capable of proving her initial judgement wrong. 

                      ❝I’m afraid I haven’t told you my name, have I? My name is Kjelle.❞

          The knight pauses; he sure had a lot to say- much more than she did. While she was an expert as most physical activity, she had never placed much emphasis on swimming. She enjoyed keeping her armor over her shoulders; this would make the act of merely staying afloat rather difficult. 

                      ❝I’m not quite one for swimming, but... My training usually involves certain workouts, running laps, and sparring.❞ ◗

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        “That basketball definitely wasn’t meant to hit your head!” Despite his best efforts, his warning had gone unheard and unnoticed when the ball had flown astray from the court and towards an unsuspecting civilian, leaving the athlete to helplessly drop to his knees and watch remorsefully as the ball clunked someone right on the noggin. “I’m so sorry about that–”

          ◖ A speedy recovery to say the least, she offered the action a flinch that was followed by an irritated countenance. However, it wasn’t based solely off of the male’s accident, but her own inability to dodge the ball.  ❝You don’t have to bear all the blame- I should’ve dodged it, really.❞ She pauses; it would be unlike the knight to simply refrain from commenting further. ❝While your throw wasn’t the strongest, I’d feel much better if you allowed me to get even.❞ ◗

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galeforxe:

Cynthia watched Kjelle slow down before hopping off the swing herself.  She might’ve been going a bit too fast for her friend, but she had so much to show her!  Plus, she was fairly sure her friend was having fun although she knew Kjelle would never admit that.  Cynthia nodded at Kjelle’s statement before grabbing her head.  That blood rush was no fun.

Pulling herself up to hang but her arms again, she gave her a sly grin.  “I know you and creativity aren’t exactly best friends, but if you pretend they’re for training you could probably come up with something.  For example.”  Letting go of the bar with one hand, she stuck it between two of the bars and lifted herself up until her torso stuck out of the top of the monkey bars.

She wiggled around until she managed to sit on top of one of the bars.  Pausing for a moment to make sure she was balanced, she stood up on top of the bar and hopped to the next one, and then the one after that.  Cynthia stopped to slowly turn around and face Kjelle.  “Although this is highly technical, you know.  A beginning like you should just work on the basics.”

“Imagine you’re coming up with a super cool new work out plan!  I mean, I’m sure you’re always looking for new places to train, right?”

          ◖ One arm crosses over another as she observes the girl’s intricate actions. Mental notes are taken, although she knows that inventing a new technique would prove itself to be quite a difficult task. While she possessed an abundance of physical strength, her lack of immediate creativity would hinder her progress.  

                  ❝Hm... Perhaps I can just-❞

          Extending her arms upwards, the knight holds onto the unoccupied bars; this is a good start, right? Next, she merely goes into a more default mode as she uses her arms to lift herself slightly above the equipment. She could easily hold this position, but thinking of a next step would be the source of her current pause. 

                  ❝Er... I’m unsure as to what to do next.❞ ◗   

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7. A gift

                   ❝Allen-! I have good news.❞

          The girl places a cluster of armor on the table that the male had been occupying with little disregard to the food in front of him. With a single glance at the knight’s countenance, one could tell that she felt immense pride towards the metal items she had bestowed upon the other. 

               ❝They were practically giving this armor away, so I took it upon myself to purchase some for you. I noticed that you aren’t immensely muscular, so this should be of assistance. Oh... and armor is also guaranteed to attract women.❞

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           Kjelle listened patiently to medical jargon being used by her friend as he placed a broken arm in wraps. Quite frankly, she was unsure of what he was saying; she managed to zone out a few minutes ago. However, she could see that he deemed it best to leave her arm in a sling. How was she supposed to use her arm like this?

                    ❝Laurent, can you use a spell or something to fix my arm? This... thing will make training pretty inconvenient.❞

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10. A stern talking to

           Perhaps the action could be deemed unecessary; however, the knight took it upon herself to pull the stranger away from the street he had just stepped on. There was a vehicle in the vicinity and he probably could have made it across the street, safely. However, if there was anything that Kjelle learned about crossing the street was that there was a greater risk of being hit by a car if one walks while there is a flashing red hand instead of the stick-figure being. 

                  ❝You should really consider paying more attention to your surroundings.That locomotive could have easily caused you some harm. ❞

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4. A drunk text

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healershand 

         ◖ A body of armor stood alone in a sea of people dressed in garbs made from cotton and shoes that were referred to as ‘tennis’ shoes. This gymnasium had been rumored to be home to those who wished to train- to grow more in skill and strength.

          Naturally, Kjelle wanted to blend in amongst these people, so she signed both her and a unlucky comrade up for something called ‘intramurals’. Apparently, this tournament tested beings in different events and different forms of athletics. The knight looked forward to being challenged by only the best that the town had to offer. 

          Gazing upon her cellular device that delivered the time, she waited outside the gymnasium for her reluctant partner. On his part, it may have been a mistake to reveal the fact that he possessed free time; however, two teammates were required for this tournament, so Kejelle was glad that he agreed to be her partner. He did agree, right?

          Glancing upwards, the Sheppard saw the familiar countenance, her expression displaying signs of relief. 

                  ❝Brady-! I began to fear that you lost your way. I assume you’re ready for the tournament, correct? I believe that the first event is something called ‘basketball’...❞ ◗  

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◌ a mess of accessories | kjelle ◌

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jiirousan:

It’s hard for someone with a very bad attention span to overlook a bright and colorful shop, there were lots of cute things inside too! How could he resist? The fact of the matter was, he couldn’t. There were cute charms, headbands, scarves, hats, and a lot more too. A few charms stuck out to him in particular, and he bought one or two hair accessories while he was there. Anything to make him look even better, right? Which reminds him, he needs to buy more makeup.

There was a need within him to show off his newly bought items immediately! But to who..? He scans outside of the accessory store and spots a slightly intimidating looking girl, but decides to run up to her anyway. “This store has the cutest things, look!” He pulls out a small cat charm and presents it to her triumphantly. The oodachi also holds a popular bear charm that he’s less attached to. “Here, you can have this one. Everyone needs something cute, don’t you think? Ahaha!” Jiroutachi is definitely a person that can’t be easily predicted, but at least he’s usually surprising in the good way. What’s a downside about having a new bear charm? Hopefully she won’t take the sudden burst of conversation badly. He is known to annoy others at times, though he’s often a little too dense to notice.

          The concept of ‘cuteness’ was incredibly foreign to the soldier. While it may come naturally to some, it was something that she had to learn on her own- similarly to how students learn certain subjects during their schooling. She stood outside a shop that many had labeled ‘cute’ by many as she took mental notes of the items presented outside of the store. There were frilly pink things and caricatures of animals- things that she simply wasn’t drawn to, naturally.

                  ❝This is a lost cause.❞

          A sigh leaves pale lips as she begins to walk away. The knight would merely stick to giving all of her adoration to her armor. While she wouldn’t label it as ‘cute’, she did happen to fawn over it.

          As if the Gods had heard her previous statement, a male ( who happens to be far more embellished than her ) stops her, offering her a trinket from the shop that had just caught her gaze. Without a doubt, she wore a perplexed expression while still accepting the offering. Lavender hues rested upon the bear that had been referred to as ‘cute’. She found bears to be interesting- their ferocious natures were to be admired. Perhaps she did have some sort of sense as to what is deemed ‘cute’ and what is not.

                  ❝A bear... Are bears considered ‘cute’ by most people?❞

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          ( Greetings! I’m going out of town tomorrow, so I probably won’t be posting for the next week. I wanted to get to all the replies I owe by tomorrow, but um yeah didn’t happen, so sorry for the future delay on those! )  

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weaponbychoice:

Occasionally, it would require a certain amount of observation or conversation to rid of the quail of apprehension foreboding in the sky. This ordeal seems to be no exception and yet she would have to be wary of her own tidings. She couldn’t risk exposure with little to no equipment, a tough lesson to swallow from previous endeavours.      

“No,” she remarks with a shake of her head. “The button isn’t labelled. You can see it at the front. It’s the circle with a square on it. Press it and you can swipe the screen to open the menu.”   

She could somewhat understand the other’s confusion. There are always various models which the industries would introduce in every few months. It wasn’t as though the older ones couldn’t be used any more. What is the purpose of creating so many only when their functions are mostly similar?

Standing up, she holds out her hand, leaving her bag to dangle on the shoulders. “I can show it to you while explaining the steps again.” 

        ◖ Eyebrow creases disappear as she hears that her power button is existent and her phone wasn’t a product of error. The object itself was outlandish, but at least the first step was as easy as pressing a mere button. She could figure this out. 

                  ❝I see- I believe the button you mentioned is present.❞

          Attempting to follow the steps provided to her, but experienced difficulty with the ‘sliding’ step. Perhaps the cloth over her hands provided these complications?

          Her expression reveals a small smile as help is offered to her. The knight recognized that there was a learning curve with this technology. She possessed no immediate need to develop a sense of mastery; however, denying assistance seemed to be a rather unwise decision in this particular case. 

                  ❝If it isn’t too much of an inconvenience I would appreciate the assistance.❞ ◗

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galeforxe:

“Of course!  Although I refuse to let you get better than me at the monkey bars.  That’s sort of my thing, you know.”  She looked up at the bar herself and hummed, shifting her weight further and further forward.  “You’re probably right, I might only make it half way and then crack my skull.  What an unheroic death; after all the things I’ve done dying on a swing set would be a huge bummer.”

Cynthia launched herself off the swing and landed on the gravel, holding up her arms to keep her balance.  “Haha!  And she sticks the landing!”  Twirling on her heel she turned to face Kjelle again and grinned, clasping her hands behind her back.  “Alright, since it’s going to take some time for you to get up to my speed on the swing set, I think we should try the monkey bars.  You’ll get the hang of that immediately.  It’s like pull ups!  Er, sort of.”

She bolted across the grass and jumped, grabbing onto the bar and yanking herself up before flipping upside down and hanging by her knees.  “This is basically the most advanced equipment you can find at any playground according to the kids around here.  It’s pretty hard if you don’t have any upper body strength but you…don’t have a problem with that.”

         ◖ Raven tresses drifted back and forth- and back and forth. There was a certain sense of freedom and carelessness in the act of swinging. The knight also felt rather accomplished; her pathway began finding stability and the distance between her legs and the ground slowly grew more and more.  ❝Your thing? It seems as though you have quite the reputation here.❞

            The other Sheppard had abandoned the swing set, causing Kjelle to wonder if she was to make the same type of exit. Their actions weren’t complex, so the girl wasn’t given direction as to how to stop the mechanism properly. Was their even a proper way to do so? 

                   ❝Okay, the monkey bars sound- hey, Cynithia, wait-!❞

          A sigh left her lips as she gazed at the ground. Extending one of her legs down to slow down, she decided to expedite the process of exiting by leaping off upon reaching the top of her small arc. The knight landed without complication; messing  up such a small landing would be quite the shame. 

          Quickly, she lifted her armor from the ground, placing it around her shoulders. Trailing after her friend, her eyes immediately gazed upon the new piece of equipment. An eyebrow raised upon watching her flip upside down. The act itself was actually quite impressive. However, she wondered what else made the equipment so advanced. Taking off her clunky embellishments once more, she grabbed onto a bar, simply lifting herself up without the same finesse that her comrade displayed. ❝I’m assuming that this one requires some creativity on the user’s part...❞ ◗

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        The Hylian had been wandering around a bit minding his         own business. Truly he had no incentive to speak with         anyone at this current time. Yet an individual, who he         hadn’t meet, shouted towards him. A questionable look         washed over the green clothed warrior as he tried to         gather his thoughts. He didn’t know what to say or do in         this current situation.

        The woman was asking him to spar, which he would         accept if it wasn’t for the fact she called him a          ‘Manakete’. First, of all what was a Manakete? Surely it         wasn’t him nor was that his name. The second, why did         she want to fight him? All of it confused the young hero         to the point he couldn’t figure it out on his own

「Uh…you got the wrong guy.    I’m Link, not this ‘Manakete’    you speak of.」

        Now curiosity laced his tone as he waited for the young         female before him to give him in the answer. Certainly         whoever this individual the woman spoke of must be         interesting. Not to mention powerful if she shouted at         them in broad daylight.

                  ◖ ❝But, you-❞

           Oh. She was mistaken.

           Kjelle’s disposition changed from that of a fearless warrior to an embarrassed citizen. Believing that this male was somehow from her own universe was hopeful on her part- it was naive. If the male was of her world, there is no doubt he would know what a manakete is. He certainly wouldn’t have mistaken it for a name. (What kind of name would manakete be anyway?)

                  ❝A-ah, no, a manakete is-❞ 

          The Sheppard stopped herself as pale lips twisted slightly. The topic was rather irrelevant now. After all, she wasn’t searching for a dragon; she was searching for someone to spar with. The female inhaled slightly, subtly regaining serious features.

                  ❝...It’s not important. You’re a warrior of some kind, correct, ‘Link’?❞ ◗