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Profiles / Ian Gallagher
« on: April 20, 2020, 09:43:19 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Ian Gallagher
Nickname: Ian
Apparent Age: late 20s, maybe 27
Occupation: Beat Cop

APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Sam Claflin

Ian is lanky, around 6' tall, with too-wide features that are attractive but not astounding. His teeth are just a little uneven, his hair a burnished red and his eyes green, extremely Irish. He is freckled, with big hands and long legs and very wide, broad gestures.

PERSONALITY
He is friendly but flitters like a butterfly from one person to the next, never quite committing to anyone for any length of time. In the moment, he's everyone's big brother, and he'll do everything he can to help -- aside from really committing emotionally, it seems. He smiles a big goofy smile. He'll lend you money. He'll look into a problem for you. But he absolutely never will be the one to call first.

IMPRESSIONS
Sometimes he smells like wet dog. He's extremely comfortable naked. He goes out with a lot of bimbos.

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Profiles / Sanya Kozlov
« on: March 02, 2020, 09:39:09 AM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Aleksander Kozlov
Nickname: Sanya
Apparent Age: Mid 20s (26)
Occupation: For Hire. Also, a Paladin

APPEARANCE
Richard Madden

Sanya is a mix of contradictions. Somehow, when he enters a room, he gives the impression of great size, while in reality he's only about five foot nine, average at best, with the strength of someone who regularly does physical labor but not the sheer bulk of someone who does body building.

It's more due to the sheer enthusiasm of his existence: the brightness in dark blue eyes, the alert edge to his square-jawed expression, the playful quirk of his mouth, the teasing dimples that form when his face splits into a massive grin. His hair is dark with just a bit of a curl that sweeps down over his forehead and into his face, constantly having to be brushed back in a careless, familiar way.

He dresses practically and comfortably, in jeans of various shades that have been worn so often they've gone soft around the edges, sometimes with rips in the knees or thighs, and t-shirts with old band logos or other slogans that have been largely lost to time. Henleys and comfortable shoes. Jackets that have been patched half a dozen times. It could look sloppy, but he owns it.

There is a strong Russian edge behind his voice and his accent, a musicality that transforms familiar words into something more lilting.

PERSONALITY

Sanya is friendly and helpful by nature -- it is, in fact, the core of what he is. He exists to help other people, to fix problems, to take care of evils, and he takes this duty to heart.

One on one, he's happy to talk or not talk, but when he does speak, it's with an honesty that ranges from gentle and helpful to borderline brutal.

Somehow, though, he manages to avoid coming across too goody-goody. Instead, there is a wicked edge of humor behind him, and a self-comfort that doesn't usually come with the righteous. He doesn't judge. Usually.

IMPRESSIONS
Things that feed off of others, that do damage to humans, or otherwise might be classified as evil, might find Sanya like a prickle along his senses, uncomfortable and unfriendly.

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Profiles / Perseus (Percy) Bell
« on: February 06, 2020, 08:57:16 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Perseus Bell
Nickname: Percy
Apparent Age: Late 30-40
Occupation: Layabout

APPEARANCE
FC: Chad Michael Murray (2019 edition)

Everything about Percy is big, loud, friendly, boisterous: he has a way of dominating a room and dawing eyes to him. Maybe it's his size; at 6'5", he's used to be being the biggest person around, and doesn't try to hide it or cover it up, doesn't slouch or bow his shoulders or duck his head. Maybe it's his frame; broad shouldered and narrow hipped, dressed in preppy boy patterned polos and well fitted pants and expensive shoes. Maybe it's his features; attractive and friendly, square jawed and straight chinned, blue-eyed and blonde with just enough stubble along his jaw to cover up the hint of a cleft in the middle of his chin and just a hint of grey at the temples of swooping, short-cropped hair. Or maybe it's his laugh, bright and ringing, the hint of music in this voice, and the way he seems to remember everyone's name...

PERSONALITY
Percy seems to be a guy who loves being around other people -- who finds himself most at ease in a room full of people, spinning out a tale which may (or may not) be true. Everything he says is amusing, cheerful, and completely non-personal. Stories, jokes, pop culture. Never anything about himself. Never anything real.

IMPRESSIONS
When Percy makes a suggestion, people have a hard time resisting it.

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Profiles / Robert (Bobby) Saint
« on: January 20, 2020, 03:59:28 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Robert Saint
Nickname: Bobby
Apparent Age: mid-late 30s
Occupation: Private security/PI

APPEARANCE

fc: alden ehrenreich; 5'8"

Bobby's not tall or short or fat or thin: he's the kind of generic good-looking guy who's easy to forget just moments after you've met him, based solely on appearance. His jaw is square but unexceptional; he's fit, but stocky; his hair is a bland shade of muted brown and his eyes muddy. Maybe someone would take a note of the cleft in his chin. Maybe, when he smiles, he has a dimple on one side. But overall, his look is generic and unexciting, cropped close and clean shaven. He dresses in shades of muted green and brown and black, and gives off a distinctively military vibe.

He moves with confidence and speaks with even more, a certain type of blustering self-confidence that makes him take over a room, before leaving and fading into memory.

PERSONALITY
Bobby's professional. When he has a job to do, he focuses on the job, primarily, and gets it done. This means that even though he'd like to crack jokes and poke fun, even though his default aspect might be mockery and sarcasm, he keeps it under wraps {barely} until the job is done.

IMPRESSIONS
He moves with a military ease, his movements athletic and strong and confident. He's used to getting what he wants. He probably has a gun in the small of his back. He might have a concealed carry license.

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Profiles / Charles Harkins
« on: December 10, 2019, 01:08:22 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Charles Harkins
Nickname: Charlie
Apparent Age: Early to mid 20s, maybe
Occupation: ??

APPEARANCE
Face claim: Tom hardy

Charlie's about 6' even, with dark brown hair that's just long enough to be pulled back into a messy paintbrush ponytail. His skin is white, paler than one would expect from a big guy with a certain level of athleticism. He also generally has a five o'clock shadow.

His face is square-jawed and strong, a classic 'all-American' look, except for his mouth which is almost excessively full.  His eyes are gold, rimmed with a very dark ring. His build is broad-shouldered with heavy arms, very clearly the body of someone who spends an awful lot of time working out. He wears dark colors, fitted shirts and comfortable pants, heavy jackets that hide the strangely crooked shape of his shoulders.

PERSONALITY
Charlie is angry, stoic and stubborn; he has a lot of frustration and negative emotions that he keeps carefully under wraps...but when he bursts, it's frequently disastrous.

IMPRESSIONS
There is something birdlike about his eyes, his features, even the way he cocks his head. Not a friendly songbird but a bird of prey, staring at you a little too long, ready to take you down if needs be. His expression can go flat and unreadable, dangerously still, a mask that gives nothing away.

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Profiles / Cillian (Kelly) McGrath
« on: October 22, 2019, 01:12:54 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Cillian McGrath
Nickname: Kelly
Apparent Age: Mid-thirties
Occupation: Owns a magic/tea shop on the waterfront.

APPEARANCE
fc: pre-50-shades Jamie Dornan

Average height, slim and lean, his face is somewhat long and square of jaw, emphasized by a closely-trimmed, somewhat scruffy dark beard. His hair is a light brown, curling over the tips of his ears and brushed back out of bluegreen eyes. His eyebrows are sharp, low over his eyes, and his features by nature are focused and intense, masculine. He dresses, generally, in battered dark-wash jeans and well-fitted collared shirts/vests, leather jackets, and shoes without laces.

PERSONALITY
Kelly is, by nature, a loner. He has friends, here and there, but he has always [and probably will always] live alone. In general, it won't occur to him to go to other people with problems, nor to help others unless they ask. It's not that he's not altruistic, because the second someone does ask, he's there in a heartbeat to handle whatever problem they might have. He just likes to be asked.

His sense of humor is dry in a way that sometimes people don't understand, deadpan other than an amused arch of eyebrow. People assume he would be, but he is not particularly patient; it's not that he's in a rush to get things done, not really, but more due to the fact that he expects people to know more than they do, and doesn't like having to explain details.

IMPRESSIONS
There's a little Irish in his accent; he has a serious calm that usually only comes with age.

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Profiles / Re: Abbott (Beau) Eastoft
« on: October 06, 2019, 02:05:04 PM »
FATHER: Montgomery Eastoft
MOTHER: Katherine (Kitty) Eastoft

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Profiles / Corbin
« on: July 30, 2019, 12:33:40 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Corbin
Nickname: sometimes, Crow
Apparent Age: late 30s
Occupation: Healer

APPEARANCE
If he stood up straight, Corbin would be exceptionally tall: six and a half feet tall at least, with long legs and arms and a spindly frame.

But he doesn't. Instead he hunches, and bends in on himself, his form kinked and contorted, the shape of his shoulders under his clothing not quite right. The effect, combined with the prominent planes of his face, the sharp cheekbones and lean nose, the point of his chin and the length of his neck over bony clavicles, the ink black of chin length hair and the washed out grey of his eyes, is inhuman and spidery, enough to make most people uncomfortable.

He dresses all in black, close fitting everywhere but across the shoulders, where loose fabric obscures the unnatural twist of his back.

PERSONALITY
Impatience sits behind everything Corbin does. He's not cruel, exactly, but his tolerance for anything but exactly proper behavior is roughly zero. He says the right words, but his tone tends toward dry and mocking, his eyes flashing, dark brows pulled down over his eyes.

It's a funny attitude for a healer who also is always willing to put broken people back together again.

IMPRESSIONS
Even for a fae, his features are too sharp, his skin too pale.

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Profiles / Rider Verone
« on: July 30, 2019, 11:34:11 AM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: James Rider Verone
Nickname: Rider
Apparent Age: mid-late 30s
Occupation: Wizard; acquisitions

APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Ben Sturgess

Rider is average and chubby and not particularly memorable, with messy dark brown hair and dark eyes and a five o'clock shadow. His features are attractive but soft, the roundness of his face taking him from handsome to something a bit more forgettable. He dresses in simple business casual, collared shirts and slacks, comfortable but professional shoes.

He holds himself quietly, trying not to attract too much attention, and mostly he seems to succeed. He is not a memorable man.

PERSONALITY
Quiet and serious and incredibly earnest, Rider has the kind of personality that it's easy to trust. He's self-conscious and careful not to offend, sometimes to a fault; he holds himself inward and doesn't give much away.

IMPRESSIONS
He carries a lot of magic with him, often wearing a light coat even in the heat -- protection -- and rings on several of his fingers - more protection. He avoids people's eyes, mostly, and it's hard to tell if it's nerves or something else. He smells like cigarettes. He has an awful lot of very nice, expensive things.

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Profiles / Quinlan Boyd
« on: July 09, 2019, 06:26:20 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name:
Nickname: Quinlan Boyd, Quinney, Quinn, Boyd
Apparent Age: Mid twenties
Occupation: Bartender

APPEARANCE
Once upon a time, Quinney would have been defined as a 'fop' -- in modern days, this translates into a kind of "queer and proud of it!" attitude. About 5'3" and slim, he dresses in bright colors and fitted clothing; dark wash jeans, expensive shoes, rainbow or spiked belts, tight t-shirts short enough that they flash pale stomach when he raises his arms.

His hair is blond with a coppery sheen to it, smooth and straight and falling loose around his face and into eyes that are a muted sort of yellow-green. His skin is peachy cream, his mouth wide and cheerful and prone to bright smiles. He isn't beautiful, not precisely, but he is more than averagely attractive -- it's more charisma than physical, like his appearance and his graceful, easy little movements give away some inner force of being. He seems friendly, cheerful, and likeable.

Around his wrists, Quinlan wears two thick bracelets lined with iron and littered with runes.

PERSONALITY
Quinney is the epitome of upbeat youth. He seems to think of the glass as half-full, not in a naive sort of way but more with understanding that things will turn around eventually. Of course they will. They always do; he has been around long enough to recognize this.

He is also quite thoroughly a hedonist. His idea of a good life is to live in an expensive apartment, to go out to dinner every night, to go to the theater and out dancing and always be moving and exploring and interacting with other people [both intimately and otherwise]. If he were straight -- or even could pretend to be straight -- people might classify him as a 'playboy', wandering from one place to another, quite happy with his expensive things and fancy dinners and park side apartment with a gorgeous view of the water.

Yet, somehow, he keeps himself from becoming too shallow. Or too vapid, at least; he seems disinclined to enter into standard 'deep' relationships of any sort, possibly because he doesn't enjoy watching people wilt away and die around him. He'd much rather dabble than commit, exploring as much of a person's core as he can in a limited amount of time and then leaving them behind to forget him -- or not, as the case may be.

IMPRESSIONS
His bracelets seem to be iron; they seem heavier than they really are.

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Profiles / Juniper
« on: July 09, 2019, 10:31:15 AM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Juniper
Nickname:
Apparent Age: Late teens.
Occupation: No.

APPEARANCE
Slim and slight, barely five foot two, Juniper looks, acts, and dresses a bit like jailbait. His features are fine and androgynous; with a bit of work, he could easy choose to pass as a girl instead of as a young man, especially with his smooth face, his sharp nose, the heavy lashes that line his eyes. He has his brother's features but softened. Where Rowan's cheeks are sharp, his still hold a bit of baby fat. His eyes are a more muted, sea green. His hair, also fair, holds a bit of a rosy tone to it, and is cropped around his jaw to float wild like a dandelion around his face.

He has embraced human fashion, but he hasn't done it entirely successfully. This means that he mixes band t-shirts and jeans with the finer fae fabrics, layering tattered sweatshirts over intricate green clothing. He wears too many belts, too many bracelets, too many necklaces. He adores sneakers, even with formal wear. He barely even seems to bother blending in with the world around him.

PERSONALITY
The youngest son, Juniper is used to getting his way, and when he doesn't, isn't afraid to dissolve into hysterics to get it. The fine manners his brothers were taught haven't landed on him: instead, he is impetuous, demanding, casually unkind, and sometimes intentionally cruel. He has no patience.

Of course, he is still young, as his father reminds people often -- affectionately, tired. Everyone acted a bit self-centered when they were young. Just give him time, and he'll grow out of it.

IMPRESSIONS
Juniper wants everything around him, and when he demands it, people have a tendency to give in. He is too pretty to be human.

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Profiles / Pine
« on: July 08, 2019, 09:55:53 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Pine
Nickname:
Apparent Age: Late twenties, maybe thirty.
Occupation: Ambassador

APPEARANCE
In a world of fae, Pine looks like a beast of a man: six foot four with a square jaw and slightly-curly auburn hair, heavy brows and hazel eyes. In the world of humans, he just looks like a man; muscled but not built, perhaps a bit overly pretty with a soft mouth and an appealing smile.

For a long time, he struggled to blend with the light-boned fae around him. He hid his (human, rounded) ears. He shaved often for baby-smooth skin. In recent days, however, it seems he’s moved to embrace it, in a way that’s half contrary: sporting a closely-cropped beard utterly unlike his brothers, his hair braided back in a messier style than the ornate concoctions that are so common at court.

His clothing, however, is impeccable and of the latest fashion, carefully tailored to fit him perfectly. He opts for bold greens and golds, leaning toward vine and leaf motifs in honor of his family, but with a strong military vibe.

Altogether, it leaves him looking more soldier than fae, out of place – but comfortably so.

PERSONALITY
At some point in his youth, Pine learned that some of his peers would never like or accept him. Instead of being crushed by it, he decided to view them in the same way: choosing who he likes, making friends or allies where he can and labeling the rest as enemies.

The result is a twofold nature. He knows how to speak, knows the rules of the game, and so when he misspeaks in a way that might insult, his friends know that it was intentional instead of an oversight. He insults with compliments that fall short of the expected, has a smile that can bite into people for its insincerity. False praise that falls from his lips is cold and calculating and leaves its mark. He is never rude, not directly, but he makes his displeasure known in small ways.

IMPRESSIONS
Pine is very physical strong, capable, but he also seems fundamentally human. Which is strange, since he's introduced as a prince of the fae.

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Profiles / Ferris
« on: July 03, 2019, 09:55:06 PM »
ESSENTIALS
  • Name: Ferris
  • Nicknames: Ferris
  • Age and Birth Date: Looks mid-twenties, young.
  • Occupation: Rowan's bodyguard/chauffeur
APPEARANCE

About 5'10", Ferris is tall for a girl but average for a man, with an extremely neutral shape -- narrow and straight hips, no butt, flat chest, skinny arms and legs. Sharp around the jaw, Ferris's features are androgynous, sharp of jaw and narrow of mouth, with huge eyes that change color frequently in a baffling and random manner. White-gold hair might be cropped short and masculine, lending a male strength to the line of an otherwise delicate neck, or grown out in a waterfall down over skinny shoulders, leaving Ferris bafflingly soft and feminine. Skin is dark, chocolatey, unblemished.

PERSONALITY

Ferris is cold: at first near-silence, unwilling to let anyone through, which makes them ideal as a bodyguard. It's hard to bribe or get to someone who doesn't let you get close, and who doesn't much seem to *like* anyone in particular. Ferris can, however, put on whatever face he needs -- literally and emotionally -- which means that there are other personalities that they can pull out if needs be. They're a decent actor, when they need to be, so long as there's no real emotional involvement.

IMPRESSIONS
Ferris makes no effort to hide the shift in their features: sometimes more masculine, sometimes less, different colored hair or skin or eyes. They also never lie.

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Profiles / Rowan
« on: June 25, 2019, 03:21:46 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Rowan
Nickname: No.
Apparent Age: Mid to late 20s
Occupation: Old Rich

APPEARANCE
FC: ??. 5'6"

Rowan is pretty like a sword: lean and sharp-edged and dangerous and pristine. His skin is fair and flawless, not marred by so much as a freckle; his cheekbones and sharp and his chin delicately pointed; his mouth is soft and full; his eyes are grass green lined with long, fair lashes; his hair is long and straight and golden blonde, nearly to his waist.

His style suits this. It's modern but elegant; he tends toward suits, but suits with a twist. Perhaps it's a suit in a delicate paisley. Maybe it's jeans threaded through with silver threads. Maybe his t-shirt, carefully tailored, has a splash of green ivy across the front. However, it's never casual, and it's never careless. He puts thought into what he wears, and it always looks perfectly pristine and put together.

He accents it with jewelry, fine silver or gold looped through his ear or adoring his fingers or looped several times around his neck or woven into the complicated plait down his spine. It's always a lot. It's never too much.

PERSONALITY
Rowan is a young man who's always gotten what he wants, and it shows: not in wild temper tantrums or whining but in the simple way he demands attention and forcefully directs a conversation. He doesn't cringe at the word 'no'; he just works around it.

When he needs to, he can be charming. And when he needs to, he can be ruthless. Most of the time, he's a bit bof both.

IMPRESSIONS
Rowan is too pretty to be human. He loves green things, pretty things, and sweet things. He hates cold things and iron.

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Roleplaying / Re: Fire Fire (Rabi x Tucker)
« on: June 24, 2019, 01:40:55 PM »
Quote from: “Beejoux”
The younger man didn't seem to notice at first, attention down on the pin as he smoothed his thumb over the warm colored gem stones, turning it slowly like he was studying the design.
Quote from: “blue”
He couldn't watch anymore, after a minute or two. Instead, Rabi took a few steps away to poke around Tucker's room in an almost annoyed way. Which was, perhaps, awkward: having your teacher in the same place as your dirty underwear.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
The little prick on his thumb had closed up by now, forgotten almost completely in the chaos that'd followed. Tucker glanced at it now, rubbing his pinky over the spot as he wondered over how long ago he'd last gotten a tetanus boaster.

He seemed to be ignoring his teacher still, at least until he spoke up. "What did you mean when you said he could feel that I'd taken this?
Quote from: “blue”
"What do you think I meant?" Now he ponteddly didn't look at Tucker, but focused on the art on the wall. The hairpin still felt warm in Tucker's hand, but no longer pulled at him for blood. Not right now anyway.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
What he thought didn't seem possible. "Like a sixth sense sort of knowing, guess? But how?" He was turning the pin idly in his hands now, watching the way the light from his window was caught by the stones.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi shrugged in reply, still not particularly helpful, but after a moment he licked his lips and continued. "What's it feel like to you?"
Quote from: “Beejoux”
Tucker shrug as well, head tilting as he considered it. "Old. Warm, even for having been in my pocket." He frowned, remembering back to that moment when he'd first picked it up, before he'd pricked his finger. "And it's weird, but there's something else there, and it was different when I first grabbed it, before I nicked my thumb."
Quote from: “blue”
That made Rabi grimace, flicking him a look. Brief. Maybe it also made it hard to give the thing up, a bit, that tie. "you haven't even put it down."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He blinked, looking up finally and across the room. "You just tricked me into stealing it, and burned a goose down. I think I'll hold only it for now, thanks." But even still. Even if Mahar wasn't there, he probably wouldn't have.
Quote from: “blue”
"I doubt I caught John in the fire." It was both a condolence and expressed with disappointment.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"What did he do to you?" Because he had to have done something to deserve his house being burned down.
Quote from: “blue”
"Held onto that thing too long." He nodded to the hairpin and smiled, sudden and sharp. Slightly threatening.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It just had blue eyes narrowing defiantly. "And what is this to you? Why did you need me?"
Quote from: “blue”
"I don't need you. If I had that, I'd be gone already." He nodded to the hairpin, sliding his hands into his pockets.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"Then why didn't you just take it yourself?" Unless he was planning on implicating Tucker in the theft or the fire, but he didn't think that was it, and he wasn't going to provide the idea by voicing it.
Quote from: “blue”
"I couldn't go into his desk." rabi shrugged slowly, hands still in his pockets.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"The key was hanging on the wall by the door, you knew where it was. You told me where it was. So why couldn't you just do it yourself?" He'd closed his fingers around the pin, hiding it almost completely from view.
Quote from: “blue”
"Why can't you fly?" this time his shrug was more of a roll of his shoulders, tense. "Sky's there. Just lift off."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He stared at him for a moment, and the frustration was coming back. "Why can't you just answer my questions?" Evasive Fuck.
Quote from: “blue”
"Free will and choice are incredibly valuable things, Mr. Williams. I take advantage of what I get." He raised both eyebrows.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"Great." Tucker sounded tired and annoyed as he rolled back up. "That's awesome." He stood, by passed the task of pulling his shoes back on and instead just moved towards the door with the intention of letting himself out.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi watched him with his head tilted, considering. "Just because you take it for granted doesn't mean I have to."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He didn't even pause as he reached for the door knob. "Mmhmm." And walked out into the hall.
Quote from: “blue”
He got about half the hall away before Rabi stepped out beside him again, without a sound, as if he just appeared there.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
The sudden appearance made him jerk and he smacked hard into the wall beside him. "Jesus Christ, can you not!". It was just like what had happened in the house, and Tucker glowered back at him.
Quote from: “blue”
"This is why your work suffers." Rabi still had his hands in his pockets, still looked casual. Was still barefoot.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He pressed a have into the wall to straighten up so her could keep walking again, also barefoot at this point. "Not really my top concern at the moment, but thanks, I'll chew on that for a while."
Quote from: “blue”
"I doubt it." Rabi followed him, half turned to glance back down the hall. "You think about very little other than the now."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"The now is the safest place for me to dwell." He turned a corner into stairwell, practically bouncing as he moved swiftly down them.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi let him get away, then; Tucker got peace and quiet in the stairwell. Until he hit the bottom, where Rabi was waiting. "How safe is it really?"
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It was both surprising and it wasn't, which didn't remove any of the what the fuck about it. Tucker paused, looked like he was about to ask yet again how the hell the older man was doing that, but decided against it with a shake of his head as he tried to maneuver around him to make for the front doors. "Safer than the past, that's for sure."
Quote from: “blue”
"So long as you're holding onto that, it's extremely unsafe." He said it smoothly, pivoting to follow in Tucker's wake. "Do you know how many of its previous owners have died horribly?
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He didn't hold the front door for the other man but he doubted it'd slow him down much. "Nope, why don't you enlighten me."
Quote from: “blue”
"At least sixteen, but it depends on how you define horribly." it didn't slow him down at all.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"How many from mysterious fires?" He glanced back at him but didnt stop. He wasn't sure if he believed that or not.
Quote from: “blue”
"Eight or ten." He said it smoothly, unapologetic.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"So do people want it if it's so dangerous to posses?" He didn't know where he was going, had just picked a sidewalk and was following it.
Quote from: “blue”
"Why do you want it?" He shrugged again, eyes sliding away. They seemed brighter again.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"Because you made me steal it for you, and I want to know why." That wasn't the only reason, but he didnt understand the reluctance he felt about handing it over.
Quote from: “blue”
"I didn't make you do anyhing. I didn't even push. In fact, I didn't even ask you, in the end." There was a flicker of real annoyance behind it, heat. "I just told you where it was."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
That made Tucker stop, and he half turned, meeting the heat in Mahar's eyes with coldness in his own. "You manipulated me."
Quote from: “blue”
"This brings us back to the free will issue." It was smooth and still without any kind of repentance. "You have it. You can do as you like."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"That being the case, I think I'll take advantage of my free will to hang onto this thing for a little while." Defiant still, almost challenging. "And your eyes are all weird again."
Quote from: “blue”
He had to blink them back toward normal, assessing. "Where are we going?"
Quote from: “Beejoux”
Tucker made a small sound, like something had just been confirmed for him. "I was trying to get away from you and your circular responses, but you're preventing that from happening."
Quote from: “blue”
"I'd rather not let you out of my sight while you're holding onto that." He smiled again, sharp. "As awkward as it might get...."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He just stared back, assessing. "I know something weirds going on. I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid."
Quote from: “blue”
"No?" It was casually mocking, his head cocked to one side.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It looked, for just a second, as if Tucker were battling with a strong urge to pop the man right in that smug face, but then he turned and started walking again. "If you want me to consider giving this thing back then gotta tell me what's going on." He sank his hand in to his pocket, thumb pressing into faceted stones. "It's your choice."
Quote from: “blue”
"I can be patient." He said it and then he was gone, instead of following in Tucker's footsteps again.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It wasn't an answer but it did mean he got a little quiet and time to himself to actually process what had happened. He ended up staying away from the dorms for couple of hours. It was close to four by the time he let himself back into his room, a half empty to-go cup in his hand from the Sonic located a few blocks away.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi was sprawled out on his bed, legs stretched out, and his expression lit up at the sight of the food. Partly it was because he was so skinny; he probably needed food. But partly it had to be due to the smell that clung to the room: slightly sweet, but mostly marijuana.

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