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“…I think you and I may be from different worlds entirely. I can’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, that much is obvious. Basically, darker hair colours are a sign of power and are quite rare. Hence they are considered beautiful. Is that enough of an explanation?”
tragimouto replied to your post: You're...dressed well too.
Beauty? Really?
“Yes? Is that hard to believe? One’s hair, particularly long hair, is a status symbol among drow. Darker hair colours often times means you have more elvish blood compared to drowish blood. It normally comes with more power. Unless you’re surface born, but that’s a whole different matter.”
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You're...dressed well too.
“Ah, thank you. To be honest, I never understood why drows feel the need to make their armor so fancy, but it’s helpful because I can wear this anywhere. Into battle, into parties. I am never unprotected, which is more important to me than fashion.”
Right, no going on tangents about armor. “Your outfit really suits your hair, by the way. I’ve never seen naturally red hair before. I assume it’s natural passed on your brows. Such a trait would be considered a sign of great beauty where I’m from.”
RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )
“You come here often?”
“Can I offer you a drink?”
“So.. You expecting someone?”
“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”
“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”
“Do you want to dance with me?”
“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”
“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”
“Are you single? Just asking.”
“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”
“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”
“I love the way you’re dressed.”
“Do I have any chances with you?”
“Do you have anything better to do later?”
“Can I get your phone number?”
“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”
“I can do whatever you want, babe.”
“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”
“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”
“You should be a model.”
“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”
“That won’t work. Try again.”
“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”
“I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“I thought you were taken.”
“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”
“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”
“Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”
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Well, that was different. He never knew of a world where using incantations was frowned upon. Usually its one of the main things in every single RPG game- and the charge up included.
“If you have a bit on money, there should be a blacksmith somewhere that sells basic iron swords and on one person who makes them with their ability, but only lasts for twenty-four hours.”
“Well, I’m glad I was able to help, even if it was just a little.”
Right, she had to be a little more polite. Chirinide decided to shelf her arrogance for now, as difficult as such a task was. It would do her no good to insult this man.
“I suppose that would work, far better than a device I have never worked with before. Thank you for the advice. Despite my initial rudeness, it have been nice to meet you.”
She smiled, though it was forced. “My name is Chirinide Val’Kyorl’solenurn, or Chiri.”
You look up at the voice, narrowing your eyes at the woman who approached you. You’re surprised by the armor she’s wearing and the apparent anger she held. You haven’t even done anything. Maybe if you’d fought someone and destroyed some stuff doing so you could understand people being mad at you, but you only just arrived. You’re annoyed that she instantly thinks you’ll cause trouble, but then again trouble does seem to follow you and you don’t have the energy to argue against her. Your bruises are throbbing and you haven’t slept since arriving. You don’t have the energy for this.
You look around you, realizing that some eyes have been drawn to you. There’s worry in some of their eyes, scared that something will happen. You don’t intend to cause trouble but you wonder if simply by being here, if simply by this woman (who you can only assume is security) coming up to you, you’re causing it. You don’t want to scare anyone. You sigh, sinking farther into your chair. Your bangs fall in front of your eyes and you look down at your lap. “I… Don’t… Cause… Trouble,” you say quietly, yet your words are strong, offering no room for argument.
She got a different reaction than what she expected. Chirinide was hoping for that shameful look that people got when they knew they couldn’t get away with something bad. Without her visions and without proper focus, she was jumpy, but she knew that this was not the normal response to such a thing. If anything, there seems to be some trouble in communication. Prehaps this girl doesn’t know how to speak drowish. Well, all the other halmes, or humans- no, she’d probably be an embri, spoke her tongue. It had to be something about the city. This was very odd.
“Good. If we have that settled. Welcome to Ceasefire. If you don’t mean to cause any trouble, you’re welcome to any food or medical supplies you need. I don’t know how the boss afford to pay people with that business plan, but it seems to work.” Chiri peered down. the woman might have hidden her face, but the drow had caught sight of the bruises before hand. “You seem to be injured. Do you need any help with dealing with that?”
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You were told about the place. Ceasefire. A place where you can get food and medical care with no worries. A woman had mentioned it to you after seeing your bruised face and general appearance. You know she likely assumed you were homeless, which you aren’t, but you certainly have no money for food and medical care could be useful. It didn’t seem like most people here were plain humans and you know you’ll struggle against metas.
The woman pointed you towards the restaurant (Bar? Clinic? All three?) and you wasted no time heading towards it. You pull your hood over your head, hoping it’ll cover up the bruises you’d earned earlier. One in particular lined your eye and, combined with the oversized sweater with patches of dirt and the look in your eyes, you don’t look that safe to be around. Not that you notice nor care about that. You’re a crime fighter and it doesn’t matter how you look. You glance at the window, looking at your reflection, and frown at the bruises before pushing them away and walking through the doors.
A gust of cold air hit you as you entered. You look around you, noting the different customers at the bar and then sitting around tables. Not all of them seem human, but you don’t particularly care. As long as no one, human or meta, tries causing trouble, you’re fine with it. Though it is surprising to you that there are some people who don’t even look human. You take a seat at a table and wait for someone to take your order.
Watching out for Ceasefire was a fairly easy job. Nobody tried to cause trouble here. That was sort of the point of the place. It was almost a charity organization. The trouble they had, from what she understood, was from outside trouble. The conflicts between humans and non-humans rarely made it into here. Honestly, Chiri was bored, and bored people tended to be more on the lookout for trouble.
To be honest, the girl who walked in seemed no more dangerous than half of their customers. Tired, injured, and a little grubby. Probably just here for some food and medical care. However, Chiri was bored and boredom did weird things to a former soldier. She was far more jumpy than she used to be. Lifting herself from her leaning spot again the wall, she made her way over to the table. With her apparent plate armor (though it was fake), se hardly passed for anything more than security. Normally her presence kept people away, but today she decided to cause problems.
“I don’t know what you think about this place,” the drow began, coming to a stop in front of the girl’s table. As she got closer, she noticed she was quite young. Not as young as Chiri when she first became a soldier, but still quite young. But young people could be trouble, and teenagers were prone to taking things. “However, if you plan to make trouble, be aware it’s not going to work. If you’ve come here for free food or medical care, you’re welcome to it, but be aware that this is not a place for conflict.”
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Naki noticed a peculiar looking figure out of the corner of his eye. They did not smell particularly human, and nor did they dress like any denizen of his world. In fact he had never seen anything like it. Attention caught, he started to tail her.
Naki was, not exactly the kind of stranger you wanted to meet on the street. He had all the classic hallmarks of somebody who was going to cause trouble. He walked with his shoulders hunched, hands dug deep into his pocket. His suit alone made him look like a Yakuza, though a patron of a foreign world might not recognize that. His footsteps were heavy, and not at all subtle. His eyes were the worst part, they were completely dark even with his sclera his normal color. Even his natural eye color was a red that seemed to glow in low light. He breathed out of his mouth too, which was just, bad manners.
He had a bad aura about him. That was undeniable. Most ghouls did, they were existences that were born wrong into this world. That was however, not the entire truth to Naki’s existence, even if he could at times live up to his own aura.
The person he had been tailing finally turned around to confront him. Before they could sy anything though, Naki’s entire demeanor seemed to change in an instant. He straightened up and smiled, the kind of naive smile a child wore when meeting a new person for the first time. “Hey! Your hair looks super cool, I was gonna ask you, do you dye it at all? Cuz I like the color and I was thinking of doing the same. My big bro told me not to mess with too many chemicals though, because they’d seep into my skull and make me dumber than I already was.” A pretty dumb reason to follow somebody for two blocks just to ask that question, but, Naki’s own nature betrayed his identity as a ghoul. It made him unpredictable.
Following the advice of a stranger she had met, Chirinide got her hands on a nice metal lighter. In her current condition, it didn’t do her much good, but it didn’t stop her from hovering her hand over it when she heard someone walking behind her. Threats were common in Chel, and so were muggings, and everyone knew a thing or two about getting rid of them. She didn’t need to see who was behind her to ready a fireball.
With a flick of the lighter, she was readied for battle, pulling a fireball the size of a baseball out of the lighter. She could make nothing bigger at the moment. As soon as she turned to look at the enemy, however, it became clear she misunderstood his intention. The lack of concentration caused the fireball to fall apart, burning the drow’s hand slightly. She cursed and shook it, flicking bit of flame away and effectively putting the fire out. Thank goodness steel gauntlets weren’t flammable.
“Excuse me?”
Chirinide blinked at him for a moment. It was very difficult to attack someone so childishly cheerful. Well, after Kalki, she was no longer surprised by people who held an innocent face while doing violent things. However, he really looked like he had no intention for harm. He just wanted some… Hair tips? Well, there had been weirder things in this city. They just normally didn’t happen to her. She looked to his hair for a moment, clearly dyed. She knew the signs of that, living in a society where almost everyone dyed their hair for some sign of individuality.
“Umm, no, I don’t dye my hair. I used to, but I don’t. And, no, you can’t hurt your brain with hair dye. At least not the good stuff. I do know where to get this hair colour. There’s a decent place under Sector 004, if that’s what you’re looking for.But, er, do you always approach people for no reason?”
Well, there was the chance to make an alchemy reference, but he held himself back. It wouldn’t fit if he said it right now. Certain tropes did feed off the whole ‘create something from nothing’ category most of the time.
“Ah, that is different! Do you not need words or incantations to use it? It would make sense for a powerful spell.”
“That might be the case- plastic models like that tend to be the cheapest of the cheap, only used for people who smoke once in a while or need to light candles. You’re better off getting a metal-cased one that can be refilled after running out.”
“An incantation? Ah, no, I have no need of that. Those type of spells are men’s work, hardly fit for the true heat of battle.”
Even a Kyorl like herself was biased, despite beign the only patriarchal drow clan. Male nobles often studied more extensive magic, but it was rarely he type used in actual war. Ah such, it was always slightly frowned on, referred to as if it were a hobby rather than a skill.
“Metal cased? So like a fire pot. I had on of those once. I find it much easier to use the sparks from my sword when I fight, but I’ve been given a wooden one, and it doesn’t strike up any sparks for me to light. I was hoping the plastic one would help, but it doesn’t. Thank you for enlightening me, though. No pun intended.”
