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Post by foxith on Feb 5, 2008 21:16:59 GMT -5
Psymon walks into the inn and orders three bottles of their strongest liqure. He sat down and guzzled the first. Your pathetic, all you do is complain that your life sucks, when are you gonna give it a break.
(OOC: Psymon hears voices just so ya know.)
Psymon(to himself): Just leave me alone, you hurt me too much, just please leave me alone.
The voice leaves Psymon as he sits trying to forget the rejection he faced. He picks up the second bottle and takes a long drink. He can't stop thinking about her.
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Post by foxith on Feb 6, 2008 16:49:49 GMT -5
Psymon looked at the bottle and thought "Why am I such a pathetic person, why did I just leave?"
Because your a little goody little prick, all you do is whine and complain, get over yourself already.
Psymon: GOET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Pysmon yelled this and everyone turns around and looks at him. Great now you look like a psycho, good for you. The voice laughed at him as it faded away. Psymon took another long swig from the bottle, draining it and picked up the third, and finished it.
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Post by foxith on Feb 6, 2008 21:11:41 GMT -5
Psymon (to himself): Maybe I am crazy.
He stares at the empty bottles and orders another three.
Psymon (to himself): Maybe I just need to get my mind on something else.
((OOC: Alrighty... someone repost))
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 21:25:50 GMT -5
Black landed with a crash just out side the bar. She cursed and threatened for a few moments before entering. The large backpack on her back slammed shut with a sharp crack so the small demon couldn't be seen.
She practically crashed on to the stool next to Psymon and let out a short sigh. She was under age so she couldn't drink but she could sit there. Her pale red eyes glared at the bartender. Daring him to say anything about it. Her cat ears were flicked back in annoyance.
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Post by foxith on Feb 8, 2008 21:40:14 GMT -5
Psymon pushed one of his bottles to Black.
Psymon: Here ya are, looks like you could use one of these.
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 21:42:24 GMT -5
Black gave him a strange look.
"Thanks," she muttered quietly and took a sip, "Bad day?"
A muffled voice emanated from her back pack but she ignored it.
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Post by foxith on Feb 8, 2008 21:54:55 GMT -5
Psymon: Yeah... I found someone collapsed in a street and when me and some other people revived her, i was ditched by them.
Psymon took another long swig.
Psymon: Now i'm just waiten for somethin to happen.
As soon as Psymon finished speaking the door burst open and a man with white hair and firey red eyes, white pupils stepped in.
Foxith: Listen up. I got an offer for all of you, I got an airship and I need a crew. I am proposing the offer to live in luxury and have a nice warm place to sleep.
Several people jumped at the chance, this was the only chance that they had to get out of Junon and on to something else.
Foxith: You, whats your name?
Man: Salazar.
Foxith: Welcome salazar.
Psymon got up
Psymon: This looks like my cue. Hey you, I want on.
Foxith looked the man up and down.
Foxith: A psychic... whats your name?
Psymon: My names Psymon.
Foxith: well psymon, welcome aboard.
Psymon leans down to Black.
Psymon: You should join, this may open up oportunities for ya.
Foxith: I need a weapon's master, you whats your name?
Foxith pointed to Black.
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 22:02:09 GMT -5
"Black Cattera. I can use any weapon that passes in to my hands," she had turned around and was leaning her backpack against the table. It rattled but still she ignored it. She hadn't even bothered to get up at all.
The backpack rattled more and she was pushed on to her feet as Domean burst out, "Lots of people! Why didn't you tell me!?! Oh, Glass!" he shattered the bottle that Psymon had, "Oops. Hey scary person! Wonder if there's any ro-" Hes cut short as Black punched him in the face and he crashes in to the bar, "Ouch, I see a rock! Pretty rock! Ooh lights!"
Black growls quietly and he is silent and wide eyed. He watches her for a moment until she flicks her head toward her back and he clambers inside the backpack with a clang.
"Sorry, he gets excited," Black explained. She was so used to it she didn't even notice the stares."
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Post by foxith on Feb 8, 2008 22:15:25 GMT -5
Foxith smiled.
Foxith: Well miss Cattera welcome aboard.
Foxith made several more recruits before deciding to depart back to the outside
foxith: now before we leave we'll need supplies.
Foxithstarts handing out gil to everyone. go ahead and buy whatever you need.
Foxith: The ship will be waiting right outside junon, be there by midnight or your left behind.
Psymon hands foxith the money.
Psymon: I don't need anything.
Foxith takes the money back.
Foxith: Suit Yourself, when you got what you need get on the ship and find yourself a room.
With that, foxith turns and heads to the airship with Psymon following behind.
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 22:19:42 GMT -5
Black frowned at being left alone. She didn't particularly like the company on her back but she didn't complain.
The weapons sales men slept well that night. She had even payed extra to have the huge amount of weapons delivered in such a short notice.
She surveyed the loading from out side. She hadn't entered the ship her self quiet yet but there was no harm in waiting a little longer. Domean was quiet so she assumed he had fallen asleep.
Bonus for me, she thought with a smile. A man loading smiled back but she looked sharply away. This was no time to flirt.
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Post by foxith on Feb 8, 2008 22:24:10 GMT -5
Psymon came out the ship and saw Black and walked towards her.
Psymon: Sorry for just leaving you but I kinda wanted to see the ship. So we were never really aquainted , I'm Psymon.
Psymon sticks out his right hand for Black to shake it.
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 22:28:58 GMT -5
Black smiles and takes it, "Names Black Catter. If you didn't catch it earlier. It's nice to meet you."
Domean was suddenly standing be her side blinking sleep from his eyes, "Names, Domean." He was sober, for once, and didn't carry on.
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Post by foxith on Feb 8, 2008 22:34:27 GMT -5
Black noticed her hand felt unusually cold through Psymon's gloves.
Psymon: We should find rooms now because all the good one's will be taken if we wait out here.
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 22:40:07 GMT -5
Black smiled warmly and let Domean snatch on to her hand like a child. She swung him along at her side as she lead the way in to the ship.
She spotted an empty room and let Domean climb in to it to sleep. He took the pack with him.
She looked a lot shorter with out the pack but it wasn't like she was tall in the first place.
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Post by foxith on Feb 8, 2008 22:48:22 GMT -5
When Domean went into the room Psymon left. to his room next door.
Psymon: Goodnight.
When Psymon left into his room a rather curiass kitten saw domean and followed him into the room, The kitten was black with a white dot on his forehead. When Domean plopped down to go to sleep the kitten curled up on top of him and purred loudly.
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Post by hfcp on Feb 8, 2008 22:51:04 GMT -5
Black hissed and grabbed the kitten by the scruff and hoisted him in to the air.
Her ears lay flat and she was too angry to speak. So instead she growled deep in her throat.
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Post by peacekeeper on Feb 8, 2008 23:12:04 GMT -5
The kitten spoke.
Yang: Please don't do that to me... it's very uncomfortable.
The kitten then turned into a man, Black was now clutching the man by the back of his robe.
Yang: I'm sorry, I'm Yang, the captains right hand man. I couldn't help but notice your friend, he seems very intriguing.
Yang was staring at domean sleeping.
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Post by foxith on Feb 9, 2008 1:45:19 GMT -5
Foxith went into the bridge and took hold of the intercome.
Foxith: This is your captain speaking, we're going to take off and head in the direction of the colloseum, the antiturbulance machine will be turned on to reduce the bouncing ang banging in the ship. Thankyou for joining the crew of the Tetra Flare.
Foxith puts down the intercome and starts up the antiturbulance, he then starts the ship and puts a destination into the auto piolet. Foxith leaves the bridge and goes to his room, there he drinks a bottle of decanter and goes to sleep.
(--Moved to Colloseum, An Old Friendship--)
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