As Yol scampered away from Isaure, the bard decided to tune her guitar.
The relatively soft, and not-very-loud sounds of acoustic notes played as she fine-tuned the pitch of various strings on her guitar.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Simon merely shrugged and downed his second Bourbon Coffee, lounging back into the chair. Overrated and underproductive. We just have to sit here doing bugger all while we wait to be briefed. Just like every cult sting and weapons bust. He eye up the living crystal, and though he seemed outwardly dispassionate, his curiosity was piqued, and the dragon already asked.
The door into the lounge opens again, and a man in a stained purple cloak walks in, smelling faintly of smoke. Carter glances around the lounge, before smiling and nodding to himself and taking a seat on one of the couches, adjusting the pouch on his hip so that it's in a comfortable position for him.
And it's so easy when you're evil... This is the life for me, the Devil tips his hat to me...The crystalline being looms over the tiny winged reptilian that decided to talk to him, with a single glowing eye. "A Kosmimian. You may call me Zirconus."
Click Click Boom Boom"No, I am merely a squishy human who likes dressing up in crystal suits." despite the musical tilt to Zirconus's speech their was an immense dryness to it.
edited 6th Jun '15 5:37:19 PM by Kosjurake
Click Click Boom Boom"The accuracy of that statement depresses me." Zirconus added a slight mournful tone at the end of his statement.
Click Click Boom BoomA buffed chick let out a loud yawn as she stepped into the lounge. She looked like she have trouble walking but it's only because she had just finished her leg workout and cardio and only had just showered and got off to the meeting point without any proper stretching whatsoever. It's a bit dumb, she realized but she wanted to have a good first impression for her boss and future teammates, though from looking around the room and seeing sparse amount of people, she concluded that she came in a bit too early and let out a silent grunt of slight disappointment. She looked down briefly and wondered if a white tank top and a pair of black sweatpants she quickly threw on was even appropriate for this occasion, this ain't no military, she knows, but she still feel a bit too under-dressed...
Regardless, she went over to the couch, intending to do some proper stretching to ease the soreness in her quads. She placed her two bags, one is a nurse's bag, the other is a gym bag containing her clothing, toiletries and other important stuff, onto the floor beside her and did a standing quad stretch, using the sofa to support herself.
Unfortunately Daphne didn't really see where her hand is going to land, and it ended up on Holly's left wing.
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)Roar nervously flicked the safety of his Porker on as he entered the lounge. His eyes scoured the room, looking at possible entry and exit points—too far up for exit from window, but just high up enough to rappel in as entry. Door, of course. Staff entrance behind the bar. Possibly a staff exit? Depended on if this place had a one-door policy. Armored man with a guitar—maybe a Bard? Interesting they'd employ such an untested field of magic. Not that he was particularly good at any magic himself, or would ever be with his prosthesis. Shameful excuse for a Kitsune he was, through and through.
He blinked. Damn, he did not need to be this tense. The bar was crowded. Fucking Angel here, he did not need that. And another Kitsune. Didn't need that either. Honestly the rock monster and the bastard in the exoskeleton were the most welcoming things there. Anything better than that winged monstrosity there. He tapped on the bar without sitting down. "Gin and orange juice, please?"
Back home they called it estus, but he doubted anyone had even heard of it here. Easy enough to make, Roar nodded to the guy and directed him on the right ratios (about 1:2 gin to OJ), and took a seat at the bar. He pointed at the Bard. "Hey, Bard. You working with us on the expedition? Name's Roar. Spelled like the animal noise, pronounced roh-are. Can you do Wonderwall?"
Tuning the guitar allowed Isaure to basically drop all pretenses of having to pay attention to others. There was only the guitar.
She was halfway through getting the fifth string into its proper positioning when a kitsune slipped in next to her. She looked at him, the holographic skull ceaselessly staring, as the man asked if she was working with them. Without giving her time to answer, he immediately introduced himself as Roar (a pretty sweet name), and then performed a crime that, for most Bards, would be worthy of an instant decapitation, bisection, defenestration, or other grisly/long-worded form of death;
Asked if they could do Wonderwall.
Isaure was quiet for ten full seconds.
"...of course I can do Wonderwall. Every bard worth their salt can play frigging' Wonderwall. What are you going to ask me to do next, fucking Free Bird?" came the Swedish-equivalent accented voice of a woman.
edited 6th Jun '15 6:16:30 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Thankfully for the only elf in about a five mile radius, it seems nobody is paying attention to her just quietly walking inside to hear what the chatter was about. By sheer coincidence, Kaz was just sleeping outside to get whatever shoddy amount of illumination counts for light around these parts, and it was only a few minutes ago that she noticed there was quite a lot of noise suddenly, and not from any of the ships. And...wow, this was quite an interesting bunch. The village shaman never mentioned anything about dragons quite that tiny. Or crystals that walked. Or people made of metal.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)"Kyaa~!" and for Daphne, as she didn't expect to feel something so feathery and soft, and did a jump herself too, albeit slightly more dramatic and surprised. She too composed herself when she see who she laid her hands on and apologised "Sorry bro, didn't see you there!"
Well there goes the first impression, she thought, but perhaps she can salvage this...then her thought came to realized that she's face to face with the ever legendary mythical angel, as evident by the wings attached to a tall and muscular girl. Before she knew it, Daphne's mirin' the angel, though it's more for her muscles rather than the dark blue wings of hers.
Still, she don't want to point that out that it's the first time she sees an angel. She shook her head to break the gaze on the angel and introduced herself to both the angel and the mage, outstretching her hand for a bro handshake. "My name's Daphne, by the way, I'll be your medic for this...erm...platoon? Squad? Whatever, and you two are...?"
edited 6th Jun '15 6:38:07 PM by sgtpendulum
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)

Marcus let out a sigh. "Arriving early is highly overrated. They always wanted us everywhere early in the army, old habits die hard I suppose." The Mage unscrewed the cap on his flask feeling the pleasant burn the drink caused on it's way down his throat. Still, I suppose having time to drink isn't the worst of fates.
edited 6th Jun '15 4:50:47 PM by guyshane
-dramatic music ensues-