drama llama
Posted: 27 Nov 2013, 23:38
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
* Every had been sitting at the altar, fiddling with the Ichnocognition ritual with a bothered expression playing across her features and quietly spoke the words loud enough for the demi-fae to hear. To her left sat a bag of zombie ears, some rotting while others were clearly fresh and in front of her, she kept her focus on the barrier so the demi-fae couldn't escape. After a few more moments, she relaxed and watched the creature vanish from view as she spoke the last word without having to teleport it away from her.
* Zenn had been watching from his computer chair, knees on the seat while he gripped the back of it. It was really cool but really creepy, this was obviously some magic **** like how Velveteen was able to summon him from the other side of the city. He had to go get his bike, come to think of it. "That was awesome." He piped up, hoping that he didn't scare her.
* Every blinked at the sound of his voice, turning her head curiously to look over her shoulder and offer the male a small smile, "Thanks." She then stood up, smoothing out her jeans and her sweatshirt afterwards before nudging the collection of ritual items aside for the time being. She still needed to practice against thrall barrier. "Still learning."
* Zenn turned his attention to the bag. "What? Snips and snails and puppy dog tails?" He grinned, obviously amused by his own joke. "Or sugar, spice and everything nice? Though obviously you'd have some Chemical X." His head bobbed, sagely.
* Every lifted an eyebrow, giving a soft chuckle and a shake of her head. "You would relate me to the Powerpuff girls. However, not quite sure if that's a compliment or an insult given the fact their bodies are awkward." She plucked a piece of muskroot out from her clothes, leaning down to tuck it back into her bag before she moved to sit down quietly.
* Zenn traced the air in front of him in an hourglass, smiling to show his teeth. "Yeah no your body is so not awkward." He waggled his 'brows and even gave her a wolf-whistle. "I however am absolutely made out of snails and puppy dog tails."
* Nemesis came down from F4 on the elevator, two backpacks on her shoulders. One contained various tools and parts needed for making traps and gadgets, while the other held a few things that she had already made. As she began walking over to the crafting bench, she couldn't help but overhear not only the music that was just being screamed in her head, but the... well... Zenn.
* Every snorted lightly, giving a shake of her head. "You're such a damn flirt." Collecting her tablet while she dug through her bag, the brunette moved to take a seat a moment later and folded her legs underneath herself. "Enjoying your soundtrack of the day?"
* Zenn made his chair spin around, crowing loudly with the song. "I DUNNO ABOUT YOU BUT I'M FEELING TWENTY-TWOOOO." Until he had nearly bumped the chair into Zoey. Oops. "Yeah well you like it wh--Oh uh hey Zoey."
* Nemesis blinked owlishly at him. After a second of staring, she shook her head and pulled out a chair to sit down at the bench. "You should ask Micah how to pick up chicks." Zoey dumped her parts and tools out onto the table and thought about that for a quick minute. "Except, maybe not..."
* Every shook her head lightly with a small snort, beginning to type something out to send out on her cellphone to the bridge members about the anniversary party before she reconsidered for it later. "I'm sure avoiding him for the time being may be good... the fact he's blaring Taylor Swift may get him killed."
* Zenn huffed and sat down properly in his chair, but facing both of the women. "It's Zoey's fault that I got TayTay in my head, man." He pointed at her as if to emphasize his point. "And besides you know this is a good wooing song." Maybe he shouldn't talk about wooing Eve in front of Zoey. Too late now.
* Nemesis tisked. "I can fix that." After spreading all of her things out, she rolled on over to the stereo system and changed the auxiliary (assuming that's what it was set to) to a mixed CD. She skipped past a few tracks, until 'Bring 'Em Down' by Lostprophets was blaring.
* Every gave Zenn a strange look, "Manchild." She then shook her head, "I must be unable to be wooed by the musing of a twenty-three year old girl." Flashing Zenn a grin, she glanced back down at her tablet to check her email before setting it aside.
* Zenn rolled his chair over to bump into Zoey's, like playing bumper cars with chairs. "Hey hey that's mine don't do that." He swat at her hands and changed it back, this time, instead of playing Taylor Swift, he switched it to The Bloody Beetroots. "This is what I wanted you to listen to."
* Nemesis crinkled her nose a bit.
‹Nemesis› Not my cup of tea.
* Every listened quietly before she gave a so-so motion with her hand, "It's interesting, to say the least. I'll probably listen more later."
* Zenn smiled sweetly at Zoey and flipped it back to Taylor Swift. He stood up in his chair and used a pen as a microphone. To sing along to Mean. With a really awful attempt at an American country accent.
* Nemesis rolled her eyes with a little smirk. She rolled back over to the bench and picked up her screwdriver so she could set to fixing a trap she'd halfway finished. "Safe and Sound is better. This one's overdone."
* Every shook her head softly, pleased that her checklist for one party was complete before stretching out comfortably.
* Zenn pushed himself off from the desk so he could roll across the floor and plant his feet on Eve's lap, sitting back again. This time, it was 'Wrecking Ball'. He began to solemnly sing to the woman in front of him. Even if he couldn't carry a tune.
* Every moved her tablet in time to avoid having his feet collide with it. "I'm going to end you one of these days." She sighed, her eyebrow lightly twitching at the song that he had put on before she looked back at Zenn, then to her sibling with an expression one could read as 'help' and then back to the male again.
* Zenn stopped singing long enough to reply. "I will die a happy death if it is by your hand!" He tried to sound overly educated and, well, English, like a Shakespearean character and then went back to his 'seranading'. "I CAME IN LIKE A WREEECKING BALL."
* Every chuckled quietly to herself, setting the device off to the side while she dug around in her pocket in search for one of her zippos with a quiet hum escaping past her lips at a different tune. After a few moments, she tugged it out and then began searching for her cigarettes.
* Zenn narrowed his eyes and once again stopped singing, pushing back to shut the music off completely (it was like he could feel the collective sigh of relief of Every active Tytoniadae member. SUCH POWER). Then he was rolling himself back and flinging himself on to the couch with her. "That is an awful habit."
* Every watched him curiously while she continued to dig through her pockets, collecting one of the Marlboro 100's from its box before she set it off to the side for later. She wasn't a huge smoker, but she did Every now and then. Setting it between her lips, she eyed Zenn when he flung himself there and smirked around the filter. "It is, but, I like it and I don't need my lungs anyway."
* Zenn squirmed around to make himself comfortable, peering at the cigarette like he might snatch it away from her. He didn't, of course, mostly because he didn't want to lose his hand. "You might need your lungs. You never know."
* Every quietly breathed in, removing it from between her lips before she exhaled once her head was tilted away from his. Her childe didn't like her smoking and the last time she did, it had gotten her sprayed in the face for it as if she were a cat; granted, she had hissed at her for it. "My lungs are useless as they have not had a constant supply of oxygen provided and blood flow. Plus, I've been shot enough in the chest." She wasn't sure if it had punctured her lungs, it had gone directly through her boob.
* Zenn made a play grab at it, but didn't come near it just in case he did accidentally bump it away. After that, he just kind of laid on her, head on her shoulder. "Stop with the logic, geez."
* Every had been sitting at the altar, fiddling with the Ichnocognition ritual with a bothered expression playing across her features and quietly spoke the words loud enough for the demi-fae to hear. To her left sat a bag of zombie ears, some rotting while others were clearly fresh and in front of her, she kept her focus on the barrier so the demi-fae couldn't escape. After a few more moments, she relaxed and watched the creature vanish from view as she spoke the last word without having to teleport it away from her.
* Zenn had been watching from his computer chair, knees on the seat while he gripped the back of it. It was really cool but really creepy, this was obviously some magic **** like how Velveteen was able to summon him from the other side of the city. He had to go get his bike, come to think of it. "That was awesome." He piped up, hoping that he didn't scare her.
* Every blinked at the sound of his voice, turning her head curiously to look over her shoulder and offer the male a small smile, "Thanks." She then stood up, smoothing out her jeans and her sweatshirt afterwards before nudging the collection of ritual items aside for the time being. She still needed to practice against thrall barrier. "Still learning."
* Zenn turned his attention to the bag. "What? Snips and snails and puppy dog tails?" He grinned, obviously amused by his own joke. "Or sugar, spice and everything nice? Though obviously you'd have some Chemical X." His head bobbed, sagely.
* Every lifted an eyebrow, giving a soft chuckle and a shake of her head. "You would relate me to the Powerpuff girls. However, not quite sure if that's a compliment or an insult given the fact their bodies are awkward." She plucked a piece of muskroot out from her clothes, leaning down to tuck it back into her bag before she moved to sit down quietly.
* Zenn traced the air in front of him in an hourglass, smiling to show his teeth. "Yeah no your body is so not awkward." He waggled his 'brows and even gave her a wolf-whistle. "I however am absolutely made out of snails and puppy dog tails."
* Nemesis came down from F4 on the elevator, two backpacks on her shoulders. One contained various tools and parts needed for making traps and gadgets, while the other held a few things that she had already made. As she began walking over to the crafting bench, she couldn't help but overhear not only the music that was just being screamed in her head, but the... well... Zenn.
* Every snorted lightly, giving a shake of her head. "You're such a damn flirt." Collecting her tablet while she dug through her bag, the brunette moved to take a seat a moment later and folded her legs underneath herself. "Enjoying your soundtrack of the day?"
* Zenn made his chair spin around, crowing loudly with the song. "I DUNNO ABOUT YOU BUT I'M FEELING TWENTY-TWOOOO." Until he had nearly bumped the chair into Zoey. Oops. "Yeah well you like it wh--Oh uh hey Zoey."
* Nemesis blinked owlishly at him. After a second of staring, she shook her head and pulled out a chair to sit down at the bench. "You should ask Micah how to pick up chicks." Zoey dumped her parts and tools out onto the table and thought about that for a quick minute. "Except, maybe not..."
* Every shook her head lightly with a small snort, beginning to type something out to send out on her cellphone to the bridge members about the anniversary party before she reconsidered for it later. "I'm sure avoiding him for the time being may be good... the fact he's blaring Taylor Swift may get him killed."
* Zenn huffed and sat down properly in his chair, but facing both of the women. "It's Zoey's fault that I got TayTay in my head, man." He pointed at her as if to emphasize his point. "And besides you know this is a good wooing song." Maybe he shouldn't talk about wooing Eve in front of Zoey. Too late now.
* Nemesis tisked. "I can fix that." After spreading all of her things out, she rolled on over to the stereo system and changed the auxiliary (assuming that's what it was set to) to a mixed CD. She skipped past a few tracks, until 'Bring 'Em Down' by Lostprophets was blaring.
* Every gave Zenn a strange look, "Manchild." She then shook her head, "I must be unable to be wooed by the musing of a twenty-three year old girl." Flashing Zenn a grin, she glanced back down at her tablet to check her email before setting it aside.
* Zenn rolled his chair over to bump into Zoey's, like playing bumper cars with chairs. "Hey hey that's mine don't do that." He swat at her hands and changed it back, this time, instead of playing Taylor Swift, he switched it to The Bloody Beetroots. "This is what I wanted you to listen to."
* Nemesis crinkled her nose a bit.
‹Nemesis› Not my cup of tea.
* Every listened quietly before she gave a so-so motion with her hand, "It's interesting, to say the least. I'll probably listen more later."
* Zenn smiled sweetly at Zoey and flipped it back to Taylor Swift. He stood up in his chair and used a pen as a microphone. To sing along to Mean. With a really awful attempt at an American country accent.
* Nemesis rolled her eyes with a little smirk. She rolled back over to the bench and picked up her screwdriver so she could set to fixing a trap she'd halfway finished. "Safe and Sound is better. This one's overdone."
* Every shook her head softly, pleased that her checklist for one party was complete before stretching out comfortably.
* Zenn pushed himself off from the desk so he could roll across the floor and plant his feet on Eve's lap, sitting back again. This time, it was 'Wrecking Ball'. He began to solemnly sing to the woman in front of him. Even if he couldn't carry a tune.
* Every moved her tablet in time to avoid having his feet collide with it. "I'm going to end you one of these days." She sighed, her eyebrow lightly twitching at the song that he had put on before she looked back at Zenn, then to her sibling with an expression one could read as 'help' and then back to the male again.
* Zenn stopped singing long enough to reply. "I will die a happy death if it is by your hand!" He tried to sound overly educated and, well, English, like a Shakespearean character and then went back to his 'seranading'. "I CAME IN LIKE A WREEECKING BALL."
* Every chuckled quietly to herself, setting the device off to the side while she dug around in her pocket in search for one of her zippos with a quiet hum escaping past her lips at a different tune. After a few moments, she tugged it out and then began searching for her cigarettes.
* Zenn narrowed his eyes and once again stopped singing, pushing back to shut the music off completely (it was like he could feel the collective sigh of relief of Every active Tytoniadae member. SUCH POWER). Then he was rolling himself back and flinging himself on to the couch with her. "That is an awful habit."
* Every watched him curiously while she continued to dig through her pockets, collecting one of the Marlboro 100's from its box before she set it off to the side for later. She wasn't a huge smoker, but she did Every now and then. Setting it between her lips, she eyed Zenn when he flung himself there and smirked around the filter. "It is, but, I like it and I don't need my lungs anyway."
* Zenn squirmed around to make himself comfortable, peering at the cigarette like he might snatch it away from her. He didn't, of course, mostly because he didn't want to lose his hand. "You might need your lungs. You never know."
* Every quietly breathed in, removing it from between her lips before she exhaled once her head was tilted away from his. Her childe didn't like her smoking and the last time she did, it had gotten her sprayed in the face for it as if she were a cat; granted, she had hissed at her for it. "My lungs are useless as they have not had a constant supply of oxygen provided and blood flow. Plus, I've been shot enough in the chest." She wasn't sure if it had punctured her lungs, it had gone directly through her boob.
* Zenn made a play grab at it, but didn't come near it just in case he did accidentally bump it away. After that, he just kind of laid on her, head on her shoulder. "Stop with the logic, geez."