Ladafi
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To denounce the evils of truth and love!
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Post by Ladafi on Jun 26, 2010 14:34:59 GMT -8
Cahlour - Reception Hall - Bar
Taran seemed to blush as he offered to tell Cahlour anything he heard about her from Valerie. For a second, Cahlour became genuinely softened by the offer.
He's so sweet, she thought to herself. Sweeter than anyone I've met in a long time.
She smiled at him, feeling some of her anger ebb away. I haven't had a good friend in a long time, she continued to think. Well, other than the girls in training with me. But not someone I could really become close too...
Realizing she had become lost in her thoughts and had never actually replied to Taran - who now looked slightly mortified over what he must have assumed to be a silly suggestion - she quickly smiled even greater and said "thanks."
She glanced around for a new conversation to pick up. "So tell me about yourself..." But her sentence trailed off as she caught sight of Valerie.
In her second of relaxing mood, a thought had ran across Cahlour's subconscious: Valerie may have other problems that don't concern you, Cahlour. And these subconscious feelings in the pit of her heart were what caused such shock to come over Cahlour as she saw Valerie's face. Val looked positively monsterous, anger radiating from her as she tramped along the side of the bar, coming closer and closer to Cahlour.
All the anger raged back in Cahlour in a second. Forgetting about Taran, who seemed rather confused about the trailed off question, Calour bounced off her bar stool and planted herself square in front of Valerie, who had just drawn herself up to the two Quellians.
"I've been waiting for you to actually confront me, Valerie," Cahlour spat. "Don't think you can get out of this without telling me to my face!"
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Post by Del on Jun 26, 2010 14:52:54 GMT -8
Amelia Lo’lahné Klein :: Reception Hall“Ah, well I’ve lived on Minos for about four years; I arrived back here only a few months ago. I’ve worked with a large number of Minoans, both northern and southern, so I suppose I’ve come to know them rather well. I guess that is one reason why we were selected as a team. Our synchronization is probably fairly high. I’m interested to see how this partnership will play out,” Amelia said, smiling. She was indeed excited, and it seemed that Nasch’ka was too; still, she also felt a small amount of anxiety. As much as she liked to believe they would get along, Nasch’ka was already proving to be somewhat difficult to communicate with. --- May Young :: Reception HallMay watched as Dr. Romero disappeared into the sea of people; nausea gripped her stomach. The last thing she needed was to be bombarded by a wave of reporters, so May Young tried not to stand out among the crowd. Normally, this was something she was very good at, yet her flamboyant attire (or at least flamboyant for her) made this difficult. Slowly but surely, the young woman edged her way around the outskirts of the crowd, making sure to keep her face out of sight. Eventually, May found a table near the back that was tucked away in a corner near the bar. From here, she could see most of the room, yet most of the room could not see her; it was a wonderful hiding place. Legs together with hands in lap, May Young waited for the party to be over.
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Post by IceCoffin on Jun 27, 2010 13:51:13 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar Area~
Valerie skulked about the bar, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of- Was that Quellian woman glaring at her?! The Quellian was rather interesting-looking to say in the least.
In place of the normal raven tresses, this particular Quellian had the gall to dye her hair blond! She wore a particularly eye-catching red dress, and radiated a tumultuous, uncertain aura. If anything, her appearance screamed 'self-important bitch' to Valerie.
The two women locked gazes, and the Quellian pushed herself from her seat and stood in front of Valerie. The Quellian glared downwards. Despite the enormous height difference between the two women, Valerie was unfazed. Perhaps this was an effect of her drink?
"I've been waiting for you to actually confront me, Valerie," the Quellian forcibly spat. Valerie tensed, and the Quellian continued, "Don't think you can get out of this without telling me to my face!"
Val's left hand wrapped itself into a fist, as she observed the Quellian's movements. Unaware that this woman was supposed to be her Maintainer partner, Val figured that this woman was some sort of jealous rival- perhaps this was the price of fame? Whatever, Val didn't care. To some end, she kind of liked this situation.
Val wasn't yet drunk enough be unready for a fight, and she quickly relaxed her tense stance. Eyebrow raised, Val stared up towards the Quellian, and coolly replied, "Oh, and how long are you planning to keep me here, bitch?"
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Post by CO on Jun 29, 2010 19:40:50 GMT -8
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Sol had been drinking a bit and by now had a sufficient buzz going on. Nasch'ka had left a bit earlier leaving Sol to continue drinking his very vibrant drinks. After awhile the sudden feeling to walk around and mingle came over him out of nowhere.
As Sol pushed through the crowd with no particular destination in mind, he began to get caught up with people and their conversations.
"Ooh! Insolitus!" some woman called out.
"Yes darling?" he asked, quickly turning around, spilling some of his drink as he did so.
"I was wondering if you could comment on being the first Quellian pilot," she said, whiping some of the drink off her dress.
"No," Sol said bluntly.
"No?" the reporter repeated.
"Yes."
"Why not?"
"Cause."
"Because why?" The reporter seemed a bit stressed at this exchange. Here was the big chance that many were hoping for and Sol was being... well a bit of a dick.
"Because I don't want to. Cherrio," Sol said, tipping his glass towards her, taking a swig and walking off in search of more riviting conversation.
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Post by turkoizdog on Jul 9, 2010 13:15:55 GMT -8
Cahlour appeared to be thinking about something, Taran thought. Maybe she realized she was being unreasonable? He hoped so. She appeared to be getting over her whole Valerie thing and starting a normal conversation, but her question trailed off, leaving Taran unsure as to whether he should actually respond or not.
"Well I uh... grew up on... Quellia..." his voice faded as he realized who she was staring at... Valerie. He mentally facepalmed. And then, completely forgetting his very existence, she walked off.
At first, he got up, walking after her. Hoping he'd be able to stop whatever madness was about to go down. But it seemed Valerie was as ready to fight as Cahlour was. Whether that was because of the alcohol or because she was genuinely mad at Cahlour for some unknown reason, Taran didn't know. What he did know, though, was that this was a fight that he did not want to witness. So he slunk off in the crowd as a crowd of people and reporters started gathering around.
Taran decided to find the place furthest from the fight, so hopefully, he wouldn't hear anything either. And on his way there, he spotted May, his pilot. He figured he should see if she was alright, and maybe actually get to know her. She appeared to be almost hiding, but at the same time, she looked lonely. Reporters, he noticed, usually only approached people when they were alone, so he figured if they sat together, they'd both be avoiding reporters. After all, most reporters were busy trying to figure out the cause for the fight.
"Hey." he started. "Can I um, sit with you?"
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Post by Gabby on Jul 11, 2010 8:43:46 GMT -8
:: Ɲasch’ka » Reception Dinner
“Yes, to this conclusion I came to as well!” Nasch’ka exclaimed, referring to Klein’s synchronization comment. A person pushed between Klein and him to get by, though, so by the time they were face-to-face once more, he decided to take the conversation another route. One with a dead end. He combed his fingers through his hair.
“Well Miss Klein, it was of the greatest enjoyment to speak to you. Though all of your time I do not wish to absorb. I make the assumption that as ambassador, you have the many other desires to talk to the others.” The Minoan lowered himself for a departing bow. “Lín’jiambé te vé,” he thanked in his native tongue. Without the hindrances of another language, Nasch’ka probably sounded like an entirely different person. But he said only that phrase before taking a step back, so the effect was cut short. “I will to see you soon.” He accidentally bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of champagne but managed to straighten up in time to prevent a spill or other disaster. With laughter etched into his face, he lightly waved to Amelia before submersing himself back into the crowd.
He made his way to the restroom.
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Ladafi
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Post by Ladafi on Jul 11, 2010 13:13:06 GMT -8
Cahlour: Reception, Bar Area
Cahlour's face contorted in rage. Bitch? BITCH?! Who was she to call me a bitch?! Cahlour's mind literally seemed to go blank - only a tense sensation of heat and fury were being used to command her motor controls.
"So, you think you're better than me?" Cahlour's eyes roved up and down Valerie's stance and face. She began to laugh - a deep, booming, guffaw that stopped short of having any actual enjoyment at the situation in it.
Cahlour hadn't meant to begin yelling or laughing. It was as if her body was taken over, drawing as much attention as possible to the scene now being created at the bar. The bartender had even lined up a few extra staff to help serve drinks to the large group of onlookers now crowding around. However, the room almost seemed to go quiet to Cahlour, as if she was caught in a bubble; she only had eyes and ears for Valerie, and even that may soon be gone.
"I've heard of you Valerie Ashell - I've heard your nothing more than an arrogant BITCH yourself! Maybe it's you who isn't worthy to be working with me!"
And with that, Cahlour had planted her flats onto the ground, pulled her left arm backwards, and lunged forward with all her might behind that fist aimed towards Valerie's face.
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Post by IceCoffin on Jul 12, 2010 7:55:48 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar Area~
Valerie saw that left fist coming long ago. She kind of let Cahlour's words fly by her, ignoring each one- this was no time to think. Just fight. Fight like she has been doing just about all her life.
The Quellian was tall, and that left punch was aimed low, perhaps towards Valerie's face. There was little time to do anything but react.
And react, she did. Val dodged to her right, rolling in towards the bar. Clumsy, yes, but she had an opening. Val pushed off from the side of the bar, and sent a swift kick straight into Cahlour's left shin.
If it hit, it would send her much-taller opponent down to the ground, and even up the match...!
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Ladafi
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Post by Ladafi on Jul 13, 2010 15:50:36 GMT -8
Cahlour: Reception, Bar Area
Her fist flew... right into thin air. In her rage, Cahlour remembered something - she had never been in a fight outside of A.D.A.M. training, and Valerie had more experience than probably half the onlookers in the room. As her memory became clear, however, the floor rushed forward in an attempt to meet her face.
In a sudden epiphany, Cahlour's hands shot out in front of her just at the right timing, stabilizing her, and allowing for her to swing her legs around towards Valerie in a sideswipe, hoping they would topple Cahlour's opponent to the ground as well. The swing ended 180 degrees away from the start - Cahlour's arms were stretched out like a cat's, her legs taut back behind her in a position much like a person ready to sprint the 50 meter, facing Valerie. Her eyes gleamed. She didn't even care that her tight dress was riding up and her red panties were now flashing for the rest of the party to see, or that her shin was slightly throbbing.
Bring it, Bitch.
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Post by IceCoffin on Jul 16, 2010 14:03:11 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar Area~
Valerie's opponent fell to the ground, breaking her fall by throwing her hands out for stability. A natural reaction, really. The Quellian then swept her legs around, in an attempt to bring down Valerie.
Thankfully, Val was already pretty close to the ground, and she suffered little damage from the initial impact. Instead, the Human was shoved along by her opponent's long legs, along with a bar stool that happened to be in the way.
The momentum of the Quellian's spinning kick swung her back in place, and the two women now faced each other again. Val quickly rolled onto her stomach and pushed the fallen bar stool away from her side.
She pushed herself up with her arms, and noted that the Quellian looked like she was ready to pounce. Oh, I see what you're doing now, Val thought, But it's not going to work.
Val stretched her right leg back, and shifted her weight to her bent left leg. Now she and the Quellian were in similar positions, but for very different reasons. If she wants to pounce, fine. Let her pounce. I'm ready.
Valerie cracked a slight smile, her eyes glittering with an odd sort of joy- she hasn't felt quite like this in a while.
She shifted some of her weight onto her right arm, and beckoned with her left hand, "Done yet? C'mon, get with it!"
Then, Valerie feigned shock and grimaced, "Ooh, owch. Your leg's shaking."
That look on Valerie's face... it was delight. She was grinning widely, and she felt thrilled by the entire situation.
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Post by Del on Jul 29, 2010 15:19:06 GMT -8
May Young :: Reception Hall"Hey. Can I um, sit with you?"Startled, May Young looked up suddenly, knees hitting the bottom of the table in surprise, knocking the table arrangements over in the process. Her answer squeaked out. “No!” she said hurriedly. The Quellian boy looked back at her equally startled and a little taken aback; embarrassment ensued, her face flushing red. “No! That’s not what I meant! I mean... N-no problem!” She looked back at him, a sense of helplessness drowning her mind, as she realized this was her newly selected partner, Taran. “Taran!” she exclaimed, “P-please have a seat!” Quickly, with great mortification, May attempted to straighten out the mess she had made of the table. “I, uh... sorry about that.” --- Amelia Lo’lahné Klein :: Reception HallThe ambassador watched as her partner headed through the crowd, somewhat taken aback by his sudden departure. Shrugging to herself, Amelia turned around to find another guest to talk to when she heard a commotion. “What now,” she said with contempt. She soon found her answer; there was a bar fight... or something like that. Crouched down near the bar were two of her colleagues – if they could even be considered that to begin with – Cahlour and Valerie Ashell. “You have got to be kidding me!?” she cried, her feet already instinctively carrying her towards the commotion. Idiots, she thought, I’m surrounded by idiots!
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Ladafi
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To denounce the evils of truth and love!
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Post by Ladafi on Aug 15, 2010 21:35:55 GMT -8
Cahlour - Reception Hall - Bar
Cahlour had never met someone she disliked more. At least, that's how she felt as she saw Valerie's mouth twist into a sneer, mockingly scoffing at the Quellian.
Her leg ached both from the hit and from bringing down both her opponent, as well as barstool or two. But that didn't matter. In the moment, the bubble was still there, the room dim around her, her body almost seeming to become light, barely material. Her mind was like a whip, sharp and focused. And in that moment, she could see her and Valerie, pumping with excitement and rage, almost feel the energy that coursed between them, channeling it together. She saw darkness and stars flash before her eyes between lasers and shots. And she saw a close up of pain - almost fear - flash in Valerie's face in her mind.
But this second of rush that came up in Cahlour was gone as the image burst, and her mind, focused, lunged at Valerie, bringing with it her body - legs pushing energy through her arms towards Val, the Quellian's full weight coming onto the human.
Valerie might be more experienced, but I definitely have height and weight to my advantage.
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Post by IceCoffin on Aug 16, 2010 9:09:19 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar Area~
Valerie was long prepared for Cahlour's attack. The Quellian sprung at her with full force, despite her leg injury. The Human crouched, arms out, as if she was going to tackle the Quellian like a football player. The Quellian's aim was true, and she came right onto Valerie.
The smaller Human grabbed under the Quellian's arms, and forced her larger opponent's momentum to swing her just a bit farther. Cahlour flew backwards, but her height was her saving grace. Valerie herself moved backwards as well, though it was to lay on her back, rather than to move.
Had she been a Human, Cahlour would have passed safely over Valerie and tumbled into the crowd behind. Instead, the Quellian's long legs fell onto the Human, locking her to the ground.
Valerie grunted at this sudden force, and wrapped her arms around Cahlour's knees.
If she could somehow buckle the Quellien's legs, then her opponent would have great difficulty standing upright. But, if her opponent kept her legs straight, and rolled over, she would twist Valerie around, and be able to knock her off...
Shit. Not what I wanted, thought Valerie furiously, I've got to find some way back around.... Dammit!
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