Zack and Lance had been wandering around the Dark Mage VIllage for a while, when they happened to spot a hot-piece-of-ass bartender inside a bar called "Sanguinarius." They were hopped up on pot and a few other things they couldn't remember the names of, and they thought it would be fun to go pester the bartender. They walked in to see her taking drink orders from people at tables, so they sat at one near the window, waiting on her to come over.
Alison: Hey, welcome to Sanguinarius. You guys look new, so let me tell you now, this is my bar. I own it, and I don't take shit from customers, so don't get cheeky. Anyways, what do ya want?
The part about not getting 'cheeky' went in one ear and out the other for Zack.
Zack: I'll have a beer. I don't need a glass, though; I'll just do some body shots off you.
Lance kicked him under the table, being at least a little aware of what she said. Zack laughed at being kicked. Alison, however, didn't look amused.
Alison: Look, it's been a long night. Cut the crap before I have to hurt you.
Zack: I can make the night even longer.
Alison: Are you deaf or something? I have a shotgun behind the counter, and I ain't afraid to use it on scum like you.
Zack: I'm not deaf now, but if you're a screamer then I might end up that way!
Alison glared at him before walking over to the counter. She started reaching for the shotgun, but instead whispered to some unruly-looking guy at the bar. He nodded and walked over the their table.
Lance: Look what you did now, dumbass!
Zack: What.
The man stood in front of the table and cracked his knuckles. Lance got up and ran outside, his chair clattering on the floor. Zack looked up at the guy, not really noticing how menacing and threatening the guy looked.
Zack: Hi guy! Say, where did the hot bartender lady go?
The man grunted before grabbing Zack and chucking him through the window. The glass in the windows popped out for emergencies, so it didn't shatter, just swung open as Zack came into contact with it. He flew out of the window and landed on the ground at Lance's feet.
Lance: That was smart.
Zack: Shut up. It's not my fault women are so uptight nowadays. When're they gonna realize that sleazy pick-up lines are a compliment? I mean God, if 'I wanna fuck you' isn't a compliment anymore, then I don't know what is.
Mizuumi decided, for no real reason, to go back tot he bar where he met Alison. As he walked up, he saw one guy run out the door, followed by another guy flying through the window.
He saw Alison through the window, smirking at the bouncer that tossed the guy through the window.
Mizuumi: Wow. I'm suddenly very glad I didn't piss her off before. Hey, those guys are hot. 'Specially the shirtless one. I think I'll go say 'hi.'
He walked over to the two men, and offered his hand to the one on the ground.
Mizuumi: Hi, I'm Mizuumi. What'd you do to piss off Alison?
(OOC: Not sure if I need a warning for this, but illegal drug use runs rampant with my two characters, so if that's a problem, just don't read any more of this thread. BTW, I don't share Lance and Zack's chauvanistic opinions, that's just how their characters are.)
Zack righted himself, dusting himself off and making sure he was still intact. After coming to the conclusion that he was, and after hearing someone speak to him, he began to answer... but was cut off by Lance.
Lance: Dipshit here started hitting on the bartender about half a second after she told him not to.
Zack: Girls always say that, but it's not like they mean it!
Lance: Yeah, well some women are too independent for their own good.
Zack: Damn right. *pause* Hey, I'm bleeding.
Zack reached into his back pocket and produced a joint, which he lit with a bit of fire magic. He brought the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply.
Lance: Hey, give me that!
Lance took the joint from him and put it in his mouth and taking a puff.
Zack: Tch, asshole.
Lance: Bite me.
Zack lunged at Lance's leg and bit it hard. Lance kicked him off.
Lance: I wasn't being serious, you dim-witted motherfucker!
Zack: Yeah, your mother!
Lance tried to kicke Zack again, but Zack jumped up and hid behind Mizuumi. He looked over Mizuumi's shoulder and stuck his tongue out at Lance.
Mizuumi couldn't help but laugh at the two men's little argument.
Mizuumi: Actually, some women do mean it when they say they don't wanna be hit on. I think I still have a scar somewhere from doing that. Anyways, who are you guys?
He stepped to the side so that the one man wasn't behind him anymore. He wouldn't have been surprised if one, or both, of them tried to jump him.
Mizuumi(thinking): They're high off who knows what, and I have long hair. They probably think I'm a girl. *pause* Although, they are hot, so I don't suppose it's that bad.
Zack laughed when Mizuumi ran away from in front of him.
Lance: I don't blame you, I wouldn't want him behind me either!
Zack flipped Lance off before reaching into his back pocket again, but finding nothing. He looked at Lance crazily.
Zack: That's the last one. Gimme the goddamn blunt.
Lance flipped Zack off in return and started walking away, blowing smoke rings to mock him. Zack took off running after him, tackling him to the ground and taking the joint away.
Zack: Ha! I have defeated you!
Lance rolled over and pinned Zack to the ground, taking it back and puffing on it.
Lance: That's what you think.
Zack grabbed the blunt and crawled out form under Lance. He hopped up and ran behind Mizuumi again.
Lance: Stop using civilians as shields, pussy!
Zack: It's my goddamn blunt, asshole!
Lance: I paid for it!
Zack: You did not, we found them in that girl's pants last week!
Lance: I brought the girl home!
Zack: She came home with the both of us!
Lance: Yeah, but I'm more attractive than you, so naturally she was following me.
Zack: Bullshit! She so liked me better! She screamed my name louder!
Lance: She did not! She said I was way better than you!
Zack shrugged before inhaling deeply, making the joint about a centimeter shorter.
Lance: You're gonna inhale that, and choke, and die. And I'll laugh at you.
Lance: You're gonna inhale that, and choke, and die. And I'll laugh at you.
Mizuumi almost died laughing.
Mizuumi:That would be funny. And I still don't know who you are, but, oh well. Hey, I've got an idea! You two wanna go back in the bar and play some cards, or somethin'?
Zack finished off the joint before spitting it out and stepping on it. Lance pouted for a moment before remembering something. He reached into his pocket before popping something into his mouth and swallowing.
Zack: Aww, I want one!!
Lance: Hell no! You wouldn't give me the blunt, so I'm not giving you any pills!
Zack: Aww! Pwease?
Lance: No. Burn in Hell.
Zack: Pweeease??
Lance: No. Fuck off.
Zack jumped on Lance's back and tried to stick his hands in Lance's pockets.
Lance: Ew, you little faggot! Got offa me and get outta my pants!
Zack: Then gimme the damn pills, jerk off!
Lance started running around in circles to get Zack off, but he wasn't letting go.
Lance: Get off me, goddammit!
Zack grabbed for Lance's pocket, this time getting in and grabbing a few pills, before jumping off his back and ran away from him a bit. He stuck his tongue out before popping three of the pills into his mouth and pocketing the other two.
Mizuumi: Wow. You guys are as amusing as Yamasakura.
He pointed at Zack's pocket.
Mizuumi: What are those? Ecstacy? Speed?
Zack: Who's Yamasakura? Sounds cute. Hey Lance, which pills are these?
Lance: I forgot. Do they say anything on 'em?
Zack: No. Hey, are these the ones that you have to hock up a gallon of spit just to say the name?
Lance: No, we left them at home. Those might by ecstacy. No, wait, I think it's LSD.
Zack: No fuckin' way it's LSD. I remember the last time I took LSD, and I was trippin' out off that shit. I saw talkin' trees an' shit. That junk wasn't even funny. I think it is ecstacy. We keep the speed at home, too, for girls with a lotta 'stamina.'
Lance: Yeah, it probably is ecstacy. Why, want some?
Lance extended his hand out to Mizuumi, one white pill resting in his palm.
Zack: Oh that's fuckin' great! You get all tight-assed whenever I, your best friend, wants some, but yet you just hand 'em out to perfect strangers! I fuckin' love you, too.
Lance: See that's why I didn't give you any. You're gonna start up that "I love you" shit.
Zack: Oh, fuck off! Don't give yourself so much goddamn credit.
Mizuumi: No, but thanks anyway.
He pushed Lance's hand away.
Mizuumi: Maybe some other time. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going in the bar for a drink. If you want something, I'll buy.
Lance: Eh, don't know what you're missing.
Lance popped the pills into his mouth. Then his mind remembered that Mizuumi invited them into the bar.
Zack: Yay! Free alcohol! And that hot bartender!
Lance slapped Zack and started dragging him away.
Lance: Sorry, but his ass isn't going anywhere near that bar. I think she's got a shotgun waiting for him.
Zack: I'm a masochist, I'll be okay!
Lance: There's a difference between masochism and getting your fucking arm blown off.
Zack: We have painkillers, right?
Lance: Not strong enough ones.
Zack: Don't worry, if she tries, I will deflect them with my head. You always said it was made of steel!
Lance: It's not the same.
/// Flashback \
Zack and Lance were in a bar. Blacklights were everywhere, and the few normal lights were low. A guy in black clothes with black hair and blue eyes stood behind them with a dagger through his shoulder. Zack and Lance were yelling at a guy in front of them.
Lance: You're gonna regret doing that!
Lance grabbed the guy's arm and twisted it behind his back. Zack pulled the dagger put of the black-haired man's shoulder and pointed it at the man Lance was holding.
Zack: What'sa matter, bitch, you can dish it out but ya can't take it?
The guy struggled against Lance and kicked at Zack, hitting him once hard in the chest, sending him backwards and making his head connect with the stainless steel bar. A loud thud rang out and Zack was still for a moment. He hopped back up, blood pouring from his left temple, and got back into the fight.
/// End \
Zack: C'mon, I've done it before!
Lance: Yeah, and you're lucky you made it then. Your ass shoulda died.
Zack: Yeah, well I didn't. Now let's go to the bar.
Lance: No, let's go home. I'll teleport us there.
Zack: We have more drugs at home, and the girls are less... uptight, so I guess.
Zack: Don't worry, if she tries, I will deflect them with my head. You always said it was made of steel!
Mizuumi died laughing at that comment. He stood back up after a moment.
Mizuumi: I'll be right back. I prefer alcohol to durgs.
He ran inside the bar and returned a minute later with a bottle of sake. He opened it and took a swig.
Mizuumi: Okay, let's go.
A bartender other than Alison had given the bottle to Mizuumi, and he was hearing about it now.
Alison: Don't give alcohol to him!!
Lance looked at Mizuumi.
Lance: Did you piss her off, too?
Zack: Well, I don't think it's very hard to piss 'er off. She seems irritable.
Lance: Most people get that way when they're around you.
Zack: Hey, that's not fuckin' nice!
Lance: I thought I already said that I don't have to be nice to you.
Zack stuck his tongue out at Lance before darting over to Mizuumi and grabbing the bottle away. Lance popped him upside his head and handed the bottle back to Mizuumi.
Lance: Hey, he didn't take our drugs, so you ain't takin' his alcohol!
Zack: Why do I have to suffer just because he doesn't do drugs?
Lance: You have money, get your own damn drinks!
Zack: I was gonna, but you won't let me go into the bar!
Lance: I'm sure there's somewhere else around here that you can get a drink.
Zack: But I wanna go to that one!
Lance: How old are you, five?
Mizuumi: Actually, yeah I did, but I'm not really sure how.
Lance handed the bottle back to Mizuumi.
Mizuumi: You guys can have some if you want. It's a big bottle. Want any?
He took another long drink.
Mizuumi: Whoo! That was good!
Mizuumi: Whoo! That was good!
Lance arched an eyebrow.
Lance: You actually taste it? Damn, I normally down it too fast to be able to tell what it tastes like.
Zack: I taste it! I think alcohol tastes good! I've never had a drink I didn't like. And thank you Mizuumi, I think I will have a drink.
Zack snatched the bottle away from Mizuumi and took a rather long swig.
Zack: Hey, that is pretty good. Tastes... *licks his lips* rice-y.
Lance put a hand to his forehead.
Lance: Wow, that was the brightest thing you've said all day.
Zack: Yeah, I know, I know. I am the master of wit! Bow down to me, peasant!
Zack: Hey, that is pretty good. Tastes... *licks his lips* rice-y.
Mizuumi: Wow. Just... Wow.
Zack: Yeah, I know, I know. I am the master of wit! Bow down to me, peasant!
He fell down laughing. He stayed like that for a moent before standing up and brushing himself off.
Mizuumi: Yes. Yes you are.
He bowed. Then he heard a girl scream. He looked towards the bar.
Mizuumi: What the hell was that?
Lance: It's some chick screaming. Look, it's the Dark fucking Mage Village. Shit happenes here.
Zack: Yeah. She probably had it coming, anyways. Girls are stupid like that.
Lance: They sure as hell are.
Zack looked at Lance for a moment, and Lance returned the look.
Zack: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Lance: Find the corpse later and loot it?
Zack: Great minds think alike! You can be the master's apprentice.
Lance: You aren't cool enough to talk about yourself in the third person.
Zack: Shut the fuck up. The master of wit can say what he wishes!
Lance: The master of wit can go fuck himself.
Zack: He can, yes. But unlike you, foul peasant, he doesn't have to. Bitches love the master!
Lance: No, bitches love the master's cock. The fact that it's attached to you is a mere coincidence.
Lance: It's some chick screaming. Look, it's the Dark fucking Mage Village. Shit happenes here.
Mizuumi: True. Shit does happen here.
The two had another argument about being the Master of Wit.
Mizuumi: Go ahead and loot the corpse. I assure you, the money'll be mine before the day's over.
He took the bottle back and drank some more sake.
Lance: The money will be yours? What are you, a prostitute?
Zack: Lance, you don't just ask people that.
Lance: Sure ya do. Wouldn't suprise me; everyone knows people with blue hair are good in bed.
Zack: Yeah right.
Lance: It's true!
Zack: No it isn't. You made that up to feed your ego.
Lance: I don't need to feed my ego. I have plenty of girls to do that for me.
Zack: Hey, if they only want me for sex, how come the same doesn't apply to you?
Lance: It does. I just don't have a problem if all I'm wanted for is sex. I'm happy to do that.
Lance: What are you, a prostitute?
Mizuumi fell down anime-style. He quickly stood back up.
Mizuumi: Well, that was a first.
Lance: ...people with blue hair are good in bed.
Mizuumis patted his hair a little as he spoke.
Mizuumi: Even so, you don't just ask people if they're hookers. It just ain't right.
Lance: It does. I just don't have a problem if all I'm wanted for is sex. I'm happy to do that.
Mizuumi: You know, Zack, you should be a little more like Lance. Not much, but a little. Two Lances would be way too many. Besides, what do you do besides get high and have sex?
Mizuumi: Even so, you don't just ask people if they're hookers. It just ain't right.
Lance: You can ask people if they're hookers. It's the fuckin' Dark Mage Village. Not many people here would be offended by it.
Zack: Yeah, you have a point. That's why I love it here. Here and in Thanatos.
Mizuumi: You know, Zack, you should be a little more like Lance. Not much, but a little. Two Lances would be way too many. Besides, what do you do besides get high and have sex?
Zack: I don't need to be more like him! I am the master! He is the lowly apprentice! I am far greater than him. Fear my eliteness!
Lance: Ah, shut the fuck up. I am far greater than you, you just lack the sophistication to realize it!
Zack: Well anyways, we do other stuff that just that, but nothing is quite as important.
Lance: Nope, that's the highlights of our days.
Just then, the door of the Sanguinarius opened and a girl with blue hair emerged, her neck covered in bruises and she looked tired and hung over. She looked like she wanted to scream and in fact, she did scream. She fell to her knees a few feet away from the door, took in air, and released it in a shrill, ear-splitting scream. It lasted a good few seconds, and then she stood up, brushed off her knees, and acted as if everything was normal.
Zack was clutching his ears for dear life, but Lance looked unphased, simply staring at the girl. She glanced at him for a second before doing a double take.
Girl: Mister Lance?
Lance nodded.
Lance: Hey kid. How's your dad?
Girl: Okay, last time I saw him.
Zack: I thought you were like, his shadow or something.
Girl: Oh, hi Zack! No, I had to stick around the Covenant for a while, and well, some stuff went down with Jerissi and I left early.
Zack: Ah, well Titanol should've seen that coming.
Zack walked over to the girl, surveying her neck. he smiled and ran a tongue over his teeth.
Zack: You got something on your neck. Want me to make it worse?
Lance shot Zack the iciest look he could manage, which was about on a level of liquid nitrogen. The girl didn't say anything, but chuckled nervously and blushed.
Mizuumi fell over when the girl screamed. He stood back up when she was done.
Mizuumi: Hi, person! You know these two druggies from Hell? And what was with the Banshee Scream of Death just a second ago? Lance? What's up with that look? I didn't think he did anything wrong.
Æana: Hmm?
She looked up at the boy who was now speaking to her.
Æana: Oh, these guys are two of my dad's best friends. Sorry about the scream, I've had a really rough night.
Lance: Yeah, and I bet if your dad finds the guy, the rest of his life will be rough. And short.
Æana's eyes widened and she turned around quickly to look at him pleadingly.
Æana: But you're not gonna tell him, are you? C'mon, you know it's not like this is going to become a habit.
Lance: You think your dad cares?
Æana: No...
Zack: Oh, don't worry about it, babe. I'm sure you can convince us to not tell him.
Æana blushed darkly and looked down at her shoes.
Æana: Uhm, I think that would just make the problem worse...
Lance: Zack, back off. She's Titanol's kid.
Mizuumi: The hell kind of friends are you? You're trying to get sex from your best friend's daughter? That's just wrong, man. How can you do that and feel good about yourself?
He turned to face Æana.
Mizuumi: I'm Mizuumi. Who are you?
Lance's face flashed red for a second and he glared at Mizuumi for a split-second before abandoning the thought.
Zack: I'll try to get sex out of whoever the fuck I want it from. Besides, I wouldn't really say Titanol's my best friend.
Æana was relieved to be spoken to by someone other than Zack and Lance. She walked over to Mizuumi and offered her hand.
Æana: I'm Æana. Nice to meet you.
Mizuumi looked at Zack when he spoke.
Mizuumi: Excuse me. He's your friend's daughter. Last I checked, it was bad to screw your friend's daughter.
He shook Æana's hand.
Mizuumi: Hi! :D Nice to meet you, too. How are you?
Zack and Lance continued to bicker between themselves, but Æana wasn't paying attention to them anyways.
Æana: Well, to be honest, I'm not sure how I am yet. I'll let you know when I figure it out, though. Yourself?
Æana smiled and flipped her hair behind her ear, trying to act normal, though this did nothing more than expose the large amount of dark purple bruises on her neck.
Mizuumi saw all the bruises on Æana's neck when she flipped her hair.
Mizuumi: I'm doing pretty good. How come you don't know how you're doing?
He took a drink of his sake.
Æana: Well, I just woke up about forty-five minutes ago, and not to very good... conditions. That coupled with, as I was telling Mr. Lance, a rough night, yeah, I'm not very awake yet. Sorry if I act a little air-headed.
She noticed Mizuumi drinking something.
Æana: Hey, can I have a sip?
Mizuumi: Ah, okay. That's fine, I'm not a morning person myself. May I inquire as to what those conditions were?
She asked him for a drink.
Mizuumi: You sure you want some? It's sake.
Æana: Uhm... I'd really prefer not to...
She looked away from Mizuumi when she said that, embarrassed. Older women at the Covenant always told the girls that all controversy they participated in would haunt them to the grave, and it was already starting. She got drunk and was now no longer a virgin, and had no memories, happy or otherwise, of the night. She was feeling pretty low.
Also, due to no experience with alcohol before the previous night, she had no idea what sake was.
Æana: Well that sounds okay.
Mizuumi: That might actually not be a good idea, now that I think about it. Sake is a kind of wine. It'd porbably be best if you didn't have any. Unless you have a hangover. Then it should make you feel better. It works for me. anyway.
Æana: Oh, okay. Sorry, I didn't know it was alcoholic. And what do you mean alcoholic drinks help hangovers? How does that work, anyways?
Mizuumi: You know, I'm not really sure how that works, myself. I need to ask someone that.
He looked at Lance and Zack.
Mizuumi: Except those two.
Æana leaned in towards Mizuumi's face.
Æana: I know what you mean. Those two really creep me out, even if they are my dad's friends. And, if you really wanna know about my rough night, I would like someone to talk to, just not around these two. I really need a friend right now.
Zack and Lance had begun to wander offa little, though Lance was keeping Æana in sight. She noticed this and a shiver ran up her spine.
Æana: *whispering* I wish he would stop staring at me!
Mizuumi: Okay, let's step off over there, then.
Æana: *whispering* I wish he would stop staring at me!
Mizuumi looked at them fro a second., then stepped between Lance and Æana.
Mizuumi(whispering): That better?
Æana smiled at Mizuumi's gesture and followed him.
Æana: Nice try, but I meant like, a good bit away from them, and out of sight of them. We don't have to right now. Mr. Lance already has a derogatory opinion of me, don't need him telling my dad I'm sneaking off with guys I just met.
She smiled again when he stepped between her and Lance.
Æana: Heh, thanks.
Mizuumi: I'ts not like we're sneaking off to have sex, or anything.
Æana: Heh, thanks.
Mizuumi: No problem. So, wanna tell me what happened?
Æana blushed a little at Mizuumi's first statement. What a way to be blunt about it.
Æana: Well, I'd be willing to bet money that that's what Lance and Zack would assume. Mr. Lance keeps waiting on me to 'turn out like my dad.' It's not like he's any better.
She smiled again when Mizuumi said 'No problem,' but the smile faded at his question.
Æana: Well... okay. Where I'm from, you're of legal age at whatever your race's equivalent of 16. I'm going to hit that in a few months, but until then, I'm supposed to be under the jurisdiction of the church I was living at, since my 'dad' wanting to adopt me was a bit questionable. Anyways, the chick that runs the place hates me and had me locked in the dungeon as soon as my dad left.
She paused to catch her breath.
Æana: I broke about after about a week of that, and went looking for my dad. This place was the nearest town, so I headed here first. I was going to stay with this boy who was about my age, but something irked me about sleeping under the same room as a strange boy with no adults around. So I came into town.
She stopped then.
Æana: Am I totally boring you?
Mizuumi: No, no, you're not boring me. Who could hate and lock up someone as cute as you in a dungeon? Please continue.
Æana blushed despite herself when Mizuumi called her cute.
Æana: Well, anyways, I came into town then and came to a bar. I reasoned that as late as it was, it would be the only place with lots of people in it. I met this guy there, Aznimal, and he seemed nice enough. I didn't realize that he was drunk until I was half-drunk myself. I mean, I didn't order alcohol or anything. Well, I did, but I didn't mean to. I mean, I was tipsy already, but I don't know how. But anyways, I remember ordering a raspberry daquiri after I was tipsy, and then all I can remember is waking up at an inn this morning, about forty-five minutes ago. Naked. And with a really bad hangover.
Æana looked down at the ground again, ashamed.
Mizuumi: You know, I'd really like to know how you got drunk, when you didn't order any alcohol, after the first one. And one isn't enough to get anyone seriously drunk. She must've been spiking your drinks.... You still got a hangover?
She looked at the ground.
Mizuumi: No need to be ashamed. You didn't know you were getting drunk.
Æana: Tch, it was really brilliant of me to going into a fucking bar in the first place.
Æana sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She hugged her arms to her chest and rested her chin on her left hand.
Æana: Yeah, that was really stupid of me. I hope I never have any daughters because if they ever ask me what losing my virginity was like, I'd hate myself to have to say "I don't remember."
He gave Æana a friendly hug around her shoulders.
Mizuumi: It's okay, Æana. Bars are usually the best places to go when you're looking for people or information. And it's not your fault you got drunk. It's the bitch bartender's. She spiked your drinks. And I wouldn't know, but I hear it hurts to lose your virginity. It hurts more for some people, and less for others. And, maybe, you can find someone and have your first time over again. Only without the pain and drunkeness.
Æana smiled at Mizuumi's suggestion. She didn't believe a word of it, but she appreciated the gesture. He was trying to comfort her, even if it wasn't the truth.
Æana: Thanks Mizuumi. You're probably right.
She hugged him back slightly, as she was feeling too bad to put much effort into it.
Mizuumi didn't let go of Æana. He figured she needed a long hug. He thought for a momen about what to say next.
Mizuumi: So, where are you going after this? I could come with you if you want. I have no other plans.
Æana stayed in the hug, but a blush was creeping up her cheeks. She couldn't figure out if it was the hangover or the close proximity she was to Mizuumi that caused it, and she really didn't want to know. He then offered to come with her.
Æana: Well, that does sound nice, thought I would like to stay somewhere for a week or two until my life calms down a bit. But yes, I could use the company when I go to find my fa..ther... err, that might not be a good idea.
Mizuumi continued to hug Æana.
Mizuumi: Why wouldn't that be a good idea? I haven't done anything wrong.
He thought for a second.
Mizuumi: Do you want me to let you go now?
Æana: I don't think it would really mater to daddy whether or not you've done anything. He'll just see that you're a teenage guy who's been spending long periods of time with me, and unsupervised at that. Despite my dad's shady dealings in his younger years, he is quite overprotective of me.
Æana shrugged when Mizuumi asked if she wanted to end the hug.
Æana: If you want to. It might be best to prevent anyone getting the wrong idea.
Mizuumi: I'm not so sure I want to know about these "shady dealings." I don't, do I?
He let go of her.
Mizuumi: You're probably right. We don't want anyone to think bad of you. Especially if you haven't done anything wrong.
Æana: Ye-eah, you don't wanna know.
Mizuumi let go of her.
Æana: Thanks. So, where are you staying? I could use a warm meal and a soft, unoccupied bed.
Mizuumi: I was staying with this guy named Aki. He lives in what's most likely the biggest building here. It's over there, somewhere.
He pointed in a random direction.
Mizuumi: I think. Oh, well. I can find it.
Æana: Aki, huh? I used to know a boy by that name. Couldn't see him staying in a big house, though. He was a real loner.
Æana shrugged off the name. There was likely more than one person named Aki.
Æana: So, when shall we go?
Mizuumi: Really? That might be him. He seemed like a loner to me. Oh, welll. Anyways, we can leave whenever you want to. Aki let me stay in his room, so I suppose you could stay there, too. I'll sleep on the floor, and you can have the bed.
Æana turned to Mizuumi and immediately began protesting.
Æana: I couldn't just kick you out of the bed like that! We can take turns with who gets the bed, I insist. Anyways, we can sort sleeping arrangements out when we get there, let's just get going.
Mizuumi looked around for a moment before finding the biggest building he could see. He pointed it out.
Mizuumi: There it is! Told you I could find it. Let's go.
He walked off in the direction of the house.
Mizuumi: I'm fine with sleeping on the floor. Really. You deserve the bed. You've been through a lot.
Mizuumi looked around for a moment before finding the biggest building he could see. He pointed it out.
Mizuumi: There it is! Told you I could find it. Let's go.
He walked off in the direction of the house.
Mizuumi: I'm fine with sleeping on the floor. Really. You deserve the bed. You've had a pretty bad experience.
Æana didn't feel like arguing right now, so she just agreed.
Æana: Well, for now, I guess.
She followed him to the mansion-esque house that looked creepy during the day as well, but she didn't worry about it. There was a warm bed in there with her name on it, so it was all good. She ran up to the door but waited on Mizuumi to open it.
Mizuumi ran up to stand beside Æana. He opened the door for her, and bowed as she walked past.
Mizuumi: After you. I'll come behind you and show you to the room. It's a pretty big place and I've only been here once, so I'll try not to get us lost.
He smiled at her.
Æana stepped inside and smiled back.
Æana: Yeah, it looks huge. I'd imagine it's easy to get lost here.
Someone in a black robe with blood running down her chin glided across the hallway overhanging the parlor. She didn't spare either one of them a second glance, as she was obviously preoccupied, her fangs grown past her lips in anticipation. Æana recognised this person as obviously being a vampire. She then glanced at Mizuumi, secretly checking him for fangs.
Æana: So, uhm, how did you come to this place?
Mizuumi smiled at Æana.
Mizuumi: See, no fangs.And, if she's who I tihnk she is, the evil bartender that spiked your drink brought me here.
He looked around for a second, before heading toward a flight of stairs.
Mizuumi: This way!
((OOC: Baby, that wasn't Alison. That was just random vampire.))
Æana looked at the retreating figure in black. She was angry at her, but wasn't going to say anything, as Mizuumi didn't sound very sure of himself. He then started leading her away and she followed.
Æana: Wow, how many rooms are in this place anyways? How will you ever find your room?
Mizuumi: I'm not even gonna try and count how many rooms are in here.
He walked up a flight of stairs, stopped at the top, and looked around.
Mizuumi: I think it's this one.
He pointed to the second door on left.
Mizuumi: I hope it's this. I don't feel like barging into a pissed off vampire's room.
Æana: Yeah, that would really suck if we barged in on someone. Tell you what, I'll go first. I've never been here before, so if it's the wrong room, it'll be an honest mistake. You've been here already and they might recognize you.
Æana knocked on the door and, after hearing no response, opened the door and stepped inside. The room was medium-sized with one bed, and door leading to a bathroom, an open closet and a few bags on the floor, but no one was present.
Æana: Coast is all clear!
Mizuumi: Oh, good.
He followed her into the room.
Mizuumi: Yeah, this looks like it.
He tossed his hat across the room, and hung his coat n a hook on the wall.
Mizuumi: So, you want something to eat? Aki's got nothing but junk fod in here, but I'm sure these people have some kind of food.
Æana: Well, I don't think vampires eat. I think they can only drink blood. I'm fine with jumk food. I'm fine with anything right about now.
Seeing nowhere to sit, Æana took a seat at the corner of the bed.
Æana: Well, why don't ya check out what's in all these bags?
Mizuumi: Sure thing.
He walked over to the closest bag, opened it, and looked inside.
Mizuumi: Let's see now... chips, gum, candy... Ooh! Soda. Peanuts, fruit, jelly...
He moved on to another bag.
Mizuumi: Pickles. Eew. You like pickles?
He pulled out a jar of pickles and a bottle of soda.
Æana: Pickles are okay. Not my favortie, but certainly not unpleasant. But I'll have chips, chocolate, and gingel ale if ya got it. To hell with nutrition!
((OOC: I desperately wanted to say Iffybell's Cream Yum, but my few remaining brain cells were being threatened.))
Mizuumi: Whoo! Let's see here...
He rummaged through a few bags before finding a bag of salt and vinegar chips. He tossed them to Æana.
Mizuumi: There's the chips.
He pulled out a chocolate bar, a bottle of ginger ale, and a pack of donuts.
Mizuumi: Whoo! Donuts!
He brought Æana the chocolate and ginger ale, and sat down beside her. He started munching on a donut.
Mizuumi: So. What do you wanna do?
Æana: What do you think I wanna do? Eat!
Æana unwrapped the chocolate and took out some of the chips. The weren't flavored with anything other than salt, but that was how she liked them. She broke off a small piece of chocolate and tossed it into her mouth, followed by a couple small chips.
Æana: Chips and chocolate were made for each other.
She ate a few more like this before taking the glass bottle of ginger ale, popping it open and taking a few swigs.
Æana: Who ever lives here sure has good taste in food.
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Meanwhile, Aki was walking the alleys of Zantaric on his way out of ton. He thought he'd stop by the Sanguinarius to tell Alison where he was going, so he entered through the back door. Jamie was in the storage room there with her back to him. He called out to her in his rather deep voice, making her jump.
Aki: Good morning, Jamie.
She screamed and lept a good few inches off the ground. Aki laughed and walked out of the storage room while Jamie glared at him.
Alison was behind the bar, swapping stories with a rather handsome man at the bar who appeared to be in his late 20s. Aki tapped her on the shoulder when the current story came to an end.
Alison: You never come to my bar. What's up?
Aki: Just thought I'd drop by to tell ya that I'm leaving for a while. Gonna go look for that girl I'm always going on about. You know the one. I got word she was in La'marri.
Alison: 'Kay, fair enough. See ya when ya get back.
Aki left through the front door this time, since it faced the road out of town anyways. He waved to a few people he knew on his way out.
Alison: Hey Jamie, don't we have a picture of that girl Aki's lookin' for? Maybe we should post it up and ask around if anyone's seen her to help Aki out.
Jamie: Yeah, we have one. I haven't seen it in a few years, but it's got to be around here somewhere. You stay with the customers; I'll look for the picture.
Alison went on chatting up the man at the bar while Jamie searched in the spare moments she wasn't serving a drink. After about an hour, Alison heard Jamie scream again. She excused herself from the bar to find Jamie in the storeroom. Jamie's eyes were wide and she had a hand clapped over her mouth, a picture in her hand. Alison took the picture from her hand and as soon as she glimpsed it, dropped it on the floor.
Alison: Holy fuck, Aki's gonna kill me.
Mizuumi gave Æana a funny look and twitched a few times.
Mizuumi: Chips... and chocolate... Eew. How can you eat that? It's like, chips... and chocolate. What's worse, they're salt and vinegar chips.
He finished his donut, jumped off the bed, and opened a bag. He grabbed a bottle of root beer and sat on the bed with it. He opened it and took a drink.
Mizuumi: After the eating, what are we gonna do?
Æana: Any and all chips are good with chocolate.
She took another swig of ginger ale.
Æana: I dunno about you, but I'm gonna take a nap.
Mizuumi: That works for me. You can sleep on the bed.
He slid off the bed and laid his coat on the floor. HE laid down on it and looked up at Æana.
Mizuumi: That's fine with you isn't it? Besides, you need the bed. You had a bad night.
((OOC: Well, it's been a batrixillion years since either one of us has posted here, so we've decided to just time-jump our post.))
OOC: Well folks, it's been two months since we've last heard from Æana and Mizuumi. They're still living at the vampire mansion and they're good friends, maybe even a little more then that. Aki has searched all over the Light Mage Village to no avail, and is now returning home, but won't be there for a few more days. We return to Æana and Mizuumi on the day before Æana's 112th birthday.
Æana: I can't believe I'm not going to be able to celebrate this birthday with Daddy or Balefire. I mean, this is an important Birthday. It's like when a human girl turns sixteen. God, this just really pisses me off.
It was September 13th as Æana stood in front of Aki's bathroom mirror brushing her hair. She looked at her tummy in the mirror and frowned. She had been gaining weight and she couldn't seem to stop it. Once she was satisfied with her hair, she moved on to brushing her teeth, which was always a bad idea as it always made her puke nowadays. She had to cut her hair a bit shorter so she wouldn't have to worry about holding it back anymore. She sighed once she felt she was done and finished brushing her teeth.
Æana: Goddammit I hate being sick and fat!
Mizuumi walked up behind Æana, gave her ass a little squeeze, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Mizuumi: Hey. You're not fat. So what if you gained a little weight? I like it. Kay?
He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Mizuumi: Being sick, though. That's bad. I just wish I knew what it was that's making you sick. Maybe you're alergic to something, since it hasn't made me sick, too. And did I tell you I like your hair like that?
Æana wanted to smile at him, but she was feeling too bad. She hated her haircut that left her hair reaching only the tops of her ears, she hated being sick (it made it worse that Mizuumi continued to enjoy perfect health despite hers), and she also hated the fact that she felt lonely even with her boyfriend constantly being around. She sighed heavily again and turned around to face Mizuumi. She managed a weak half-smile before resting her head on his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.
Æana: I am fat, whether you like it or not, and I've never had any allergies in my life.
Mizuumi held Æana close to him.
Mizuumi: No allergies, hmm....
He pondered that for a moment while he held her.
Mizuumi(thinking): What could be wrong, then... Maybe it's something in the area that's doing it? That must be it!
(out loud): I got it! it must be something in the area. If you've never had allergies before, thant it has to be something here that you've never been around before. I'll go find out what it is, and how to fix you! 'Kay?
Æana: You're gonna fix me? Oh great, now I'm a puppy.
Æana pushed Mizuumi's hands from her waist and walked into Aki's bedroom. She grabbed her glass of water from the bedside thable on her side, but frowned when she felt that it was warm. She laid down on the bed and rolled over to face the bathroom door.
Æana: Mizuumi, can you please make my drink cold again?
She added to the effect of her begging by pouting and giving him the sad kitten eyes.
Mizuumi: I didn't mean it like that. I'm gonna fix your problem. You are not a puppy. Though you'd prolly be the cutest puppy in the world, if you were.
Æana gave him the puppy eyes. He started wlaking over to her.
Mizuumi: Must. Not. Die. From. Cuteness!
He took the glass from her hand and closed his eyes. The glass frosted a little. before he handed it back to her.
Mizuumi: That cold enough for ya, babe?
He fell down.
Mizuumi: I died.
Æana took the drink from him and held it up to her forehead. She sighed when the ice cold glass touched her skin. She smiled at Mizuumi and nodded. When he fell over, she immediately cracked up and was literally rolling around on the bed laughing. She even began to cry, turn bluish, and start wheezing.
Mizuumi stood up and watched and patted Æana on the back when she started wheezing.
Mizuumi: Woah, you okay? Don't forget to breathe. Breathing is important, you know.
Æana stopped laughing long enough to take a deep breath. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and started to stare dreamily at Mizuumi when Alison fell through the unlatched door. Her clothes were nearly falling off and she seemed to be extremely drunk. Normally this wouldn't be strange, if it weren't broad daylight.
Æana: Alison? How is it you're awake at this time of day?
Alison smirked sluttily at the question.
Alison *slurring*: I jusht had a tall, dark, and handshome drink, sho I have enough energy to have a walk through town at high noon.
She picked herself off the floor and giggled across the hall to her own room.
Mizuumi gave Alison a funny look when she fell through the door.
Mizuumi: Hi there.
He was going to ask her something before she left, but he didn't get a chance, so he asked Æana instead.
Mizuumi: Why do you suppose she thought it was a good idea to feed on a drunk guy? During the day?
Æana: Blood is blood I guess. Tainted or not. I mean, you'd drink contaminated water if you were about to die of thirst. I suppose it's the same with her.
Æana got off the bed and walked over to the window. A family of birds were flying by, and a cute kitten was rolling on the ground. A baby birdy flew down to say hello to Mr. Kitty when Mr.kitty decided baby birdy was lunch. It dispatched the bird in one fell swoop, it being a small bird. Æana's eye widened at that sight and filled with tears. She slumped onto the floor, covered her eyes and started wailing.
Mizuumi ran to Æana and hugged. He was very confused. She had just gone from dying of laughter, to crying her eyes out. He didn't know the problem, but decided he should try to comfort her anyway.
Mizuumi: What's wrong? You were happy and laughing a minute ago. What'd you see?
Æana hugged Mizuumi back, wrapping her arms as tightly around his neck as she could with asphyxiating him. She was still sobbing and wailing, but she attempted to answer his question.
Æana: Th-the b-b-b-birdy got e-e-eaten by th-th-th-the kitty cat!
She broke down into more sobs, this time beyond comprehensible speech.
Mizuumi started rubbing Æana's back.
Mizuumi: There, there, baby, it's okay.
On the outside, he looked prety calm. On the inside, however, he was about to panic in his atttempt to think of what to say.
Mizuumi(thinking):Oh god oh god6. what do I say? If I say the wrong thing, it'll make it worse. But I don't what the wrong things! Grr, come on and think something. *sigh* I am not properly equipped to deal woth this situation.
(aloud): I'm sure the baby birdy didn't feel any pain. And he's in a better place, now. Besides, if we'd stopped the kitty cat, he may have starved. There was nothing we could do.
Æana: But the baby b-birdy, his mommy and daddy were r-right there. Can y-y-you imagine how they probably feel about that as parents! And would mommy and daddy kittykat want to know that their son is a murderer?! Have you ever th-th-th-thought ab-b-bout that? No, you haven't! You are so insensitive to the complicated workings of a family!!
Æana broke out into a fresh peal of tears, this time punching Mizuumi hard in the shoulder and trying to curl up away from him.
Mizuumi(thinking): It would appear words are not my friend right now. Maybe I can still help...
He reached out to Æana and put his hands on her shoulders and started to gently massage them.
Mizuumi(thinking): I hope this works. I don't like seeing her sad.
Æana fell silent, but kept crying softly. She let Mizuumi massage her shoulders without fighting him, and she relaxed slightly, but was still sad. She closed her eyes to try and stop the tears, but they only slowed. She leaned into Mizuumi's hands a little bit and tried to smile, though it looked forced.
Mizuumi continued massaging her shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her on the back of the neck. He moved his hands down a little, to start massaging her back.
Æana's crying slowed down to a trickle and she started to lean into Mizuumi's touch. the forced smile was replaced by a look of indifference, which was still better than sadness.