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Post by Carillus on Nov 13, 2009 16:24:18 GMT 8
When students are tired of staying in their rooms, they can come down here to order a few drinks (non-alcoholic) or some light food and engage in various activities.
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Post by Kim Kwan-Jang on Nov 17, 2009 21:57:05 GMT 8
"What's with the commotion upstairs?"
George was wiping the bartop for the umpteenth time when he could no longer bear the commotion resounding from the third floor.
"Ah, George. You've been here for so long, don't tell me you can't get the atmosphere today."
The girl sitting at the bar swirled her half-filled glass of prune juice lightly.
"The freshmen are streaming in these few days, such noise is bound to happen sooner or later."
She emptied her glass, and pushed it slightly forward. George understood, and bent down below the counter to retrieve the bottle of prune juice.
"Just your second year here, Miss Hono," George said, refilling her glass, "and you are already capable of such observation."
"It's not about the time spent here, George. It's me." Mao said cheerfully, and took a sip.
The lounge returned to its quietness.
Only Mao and George were present. People usually stayed away until their growling stomachs compelled them to visit during dinnertime.
The carpet was just recently washed; its colors returned to its original striking red and black patterns. The full-length glass on three sides of the lounge were cleaned as well. Without the reflection from the indoor lighting, one might not notice the glass' presence.
"Where's your other two friends?" George asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, Natsume's arriving only tomorrow," Mao said, "and I have no idea where Yoon is. I told her specifically that the lounge is going to be crowded from today and that we should arrive early."
Sighing, she picked up her glass and started absentmindedly swirling its contents again.
"I guess I'll start dinner without her. George, do you have any döner kebab on the menu?"
"No." George paused.
"But I can make it."
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Post by Carillus on Nov 18, 2009 20:53:19 GMT 8
Lucetia pushed open the glass door to the dormitory lounge, noting the various implements in the large room - a bar at one corner, tables across a half of the room, and a buffet spread down another side.
The other side of the room held various entertainment devices. Piped music flowed in from ceiling outlets, instantly forgettable tunes that were played in multitudes of restaurants around the world.
The bartender can make anything, right? That's what my brother told me.
Lucetia made her way over to the bar. Currently, there was only one person in the room, a lady halfway through a kebab.
"Hello... George," the name said so on the nametag, "Can I have a risotto with a garlic-cheese bratwurst, topped with foie gras and red wine sauce? Lightly seared, please. I like tasting the juices."
She took a seat at the bar and crossed her legs, her feet dangling almost twenty centimetres off the ground.
"And a glass of white wine, if you don't mind. A Pinot."
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Post by kaisan on Nov 18, 2009 21:30:54 GMT 8
"Ah, I found it."
Hitomi entered the lounge. There were fewer people there than she had expected - just the bartender, someone who appears to be a second-year student, and at the bar...
Oh? Her again. Lutecia, hm...
Hitomi walked up to the bar and pulled up a seat next to the girl in white.
"Hi. You're... Lutecia, right? Nice to meet you."
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Post by Kim Kwan-Jang on Nov 18, 2009 23:05:27 GMT 8
George was wiping the bartop again. It was not out of some unexplainable compulsion resulting in a need for cleanliness; rather he had nothing to do after tending to Miss Hono's order.
"The lounge would be crowded from today, you say?" George muttered, "Doesn't look like it to me."
Miss Hono said nothing. She turned her head to face the door for a brief moment, then went back to her food in disappointment.
George looked at the door. Indeed, the door slowly opened, revealing a young girl in white.
The ends of her turquoise hair bobbed up and down slightly as she took quick, light steps towards the bar.
"Hello... George," she said, while settling down at a seat, "Can I have a risotto with a garlic-cheese bratwurst, topped with foie gras and red wine sauce? Lightly seared, please. I like tasting the juices."
George nodded, and squatted down to start fetching ingredients from under the counter.
"And a glass of white wine, if you don't mind."
George paused.
"A Pinot." She slowed down her last syllable ever so slightly, to end off her request.
George got up. "I'm sorry, miss. But the administration forbids all kinds of alcohol from entering any eating establishments here in the school."
A long pause. The two met eye to eye.
Just a few seats away, Miss Hono made a small sound of fork against plate.
"I could make some table white," George continued, "but I'm not sure if it would be to your liking."
The girl's indifferent expression confirmed the order.
"Please wait for a while," George said. Squatting down, he opened the other cabinet, from which he retrieved a bucket of fermenting grapes.
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Post by schrodinger on Nov 18, 2009 23:19:02 GMT 8
"No, I don't believe it does... at least, not that I've seen. It simply takes on the form of whatever it feels most comfortable as, or what I command it to."
Offhandedly answering Frederick's question as he entered the lounge, he took a seat at the bar and attracted the attention of the proprietor.
"Garçon, a double serving of beef lasagna, s'il vous plait. Oh, and fix a good bowl of cream of chicken soup and a side of chicken fingers while you're at it, if you can."
Noticing the strange expression the gent behind the bar had on, he felt it would help if he explained things a little.
"I've just got a really fast metabolism, you see - no matter how much I eat I never seem to be full. It's really quite magical...
Ah, well, I believe an apéritif of sorts is in order if we're going to kick things off pleasantly. I'll take a Japanese slipper, if you know how to make one."
Settling into his seat, he turned around and glanced over the rest of the lounge's inhabitants.
"Fred, you should order something for yourself, too."
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Post by theburntone on Nov 18, 2009 23:50:24 GMT 8
Constantine Ward
Constantine noticed the bunch of people sitting around the table.
So these are gonna be my classmates, huh? I can sense the energy... Strong. Really strong.
Living in Armoria, a major trading nation back on Terra, meant he was comfortable with eating almost everything. So Constantine decided to take a gamble.
"Surprise me, Mr... George. But no prawns or squid, I'm allergic."
The order settled, he turned to the interesting gray-haired boy and shook his hand firmly.
"I'm Constantine Ward. Great job handling Dekara back there. What's your name, and what exactly is that creature? Never seen a shapeshifting animal before."
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Post by Carillus on Nov 19, 2009 1:35:10 GMT 8
Lucetia considered this situation slightly. She had been so used to various forms of alcohol with her dinner, it seemed almost foreign to have to eat without wine.
Table white, eh? I guess that's fine too.
The bartender placed the glass on her table. She took a sip.
...Pinot.
The ghost came and sat down beside her.
"Hi, you're... Lucetia, right? Nice to meet you."
Lucetia turned a glance at her. She was now in corporeal form - no doubt, a means for her to blend in with the crowd and scare someone when they least expected it. All ghosts were the same.
"Pleasure, Hitomi. We'll be neighbours from now on, I'll be in your care."
Then again, I do wonder how she became a spirit in the first place.
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Post by Phagetthree on Nov 19, 2009 16:35:31 GMT 8
"Of course I will, friend. I have not forgotten what I came down here for."
Facing the bartender, he asked.
"Good evening, mister. Is your name George? I'd like a black pepper steak please, a large one, too. Thank you very much."
While waiting for George to prepare his meal, Frederick warily eyed the two unliving ones positioned not too far from him.
Hope we don't get into a fight... I haven't have had any experience fighting these kind of things, other than that incident back in the fortress, of course.
Turning back to Venser, he placed his arms on the table, leaning forward.
"Would you like me to say some grace for you later? I've found it does help make the food taste better."
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Post by kaisan on Nov 19, 2009 19:24:10 GMT 8
"Pleasure, Hitomi. We'll be neighbours from now on, I'll be in your care," came the reply.
"Well, I'd like to ask you something..."
Hitomi looked around, and made sure that nobody else was listening. Nobody normal, at least. She lowered her voice and moved closer to Lutecia.
"...How were you able to find me? You're not a normal person, are you?"
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Post by schrodinger on Nov 19, 2009 20:57:01 GMT 8
"Well, I'm not a particularly religious person, so I don't really have a preference, but if you think it'd help the meal - by all means go ahead."
He was reminded of an old friend of his who happened to be a particularly religious person - so much so that he was a man of the cloth. Venser hadn't seen him since graduating, and he supposed that by now Asriel would have had taken his vows and been inducted into the Order. But that was a world away. Old friends reminded him of a time he'd rather forget, memories that he didn't feel like dealing with at the moment. Besides, he'd come here to make new ones.
Speaking of which...
"Oh, this? It's nothing, really."
He closed his fingers around Guile and reopened them to show that they were quite empty.
"No, really, it's nothing."
All he'd done was transport Guile to another plane temporarily, but the look on the faces of those who were watching was quite amusing.
"No cause for alarm, I'm sure it just ran off somewhere...aha!"
He reached behind George's ear and revealed Guile, perching on his finger as though nothing had happened.
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Post by Carillus on Nov 20, 2009 14:02:12 GMT 8
"...you're not a normal person, are you?"
Lucetia halted for a while, then turned to Hitomi.
"Which part of 'deep scarlet eyes' looks normal to you, anyway?"
She swirled the comtents of her glass slightly, watching as the semi-transparent liquid flowed around the cup. She took another sip.
"The humans came up with this idea that extremely powerful beings tend to have red eyes. They weren't exactly wrong, you know."
She put the glass down.
"As for finding you - well, you weren't hiding very well anyway."
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Post by kaisan on Nov 20, 2009 18:21:20 GMT 8
"Which part of 'deep scarlet eyes' looks normal to you, anyway?"
Hm? I didn't notice that too well...
Hitomi took a second look, and indeed, they were scarlet. She had heard of people with eyes of this colour, but had never met them before.
"The humans came up with this idea that extremely powerful beings tend to have red eyes," Lutecia continued, "They weren't exactly wrong, you know. As for finding you - well, you weren't hiding very well anyway."
"I've heard of many types of beings which look human with red eyes. Not every one can see what humans can't. So, which one are you?" asked Hitomi.
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Post by Carillus on Nov 20, 2009 20:05:37 GMT 8
Which type, eh...
Lucetia reached into her pocket, and pulled out her small medicine case. She took out two small pills, closed the case and put it back into her dress pocket.
Asking for a glass of water from the bartender, she turned to Hitomi.
"Watch."
Breaking open the pills, she emptied the contents into the clear water. Instantly, it turned a deep crimson.
She raised the glass and swirled it vigourously.
"My kind, you should know. We're rather well-known in human legend. We used to be hunted down and staked, because we had to attack humans to survive."
She downed the glass.
"But really, all we really needed in the end was haemoglobin. It's essential to our sleep, as our bodies don't produce it when the mind is unconscious. So if we don't preconsume haemoglobin, the body won't allow the mind to rest. It's a good thing - for both us and humans - that medical institutions nowadays manufacture haemoglobin pills."
Her skin, which had been a pale white, now turned a healthier, albeit slightly fair, pink.
"Now, you know what I am. So, tell me - how did you die?"
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Post by kaisan on Nov 20, 2009 22:22:51 GMT 8
"Oh, a vampire, hm..."
But how did I die? Let me see...
Hitomi searched as far back as she could through her mind. Various memories of past events during her hauntings flashed back... However, beyond her first memory at the grounds, there was nothing.
"I'm sorry... I can't remember how I died... I only remember just being here..."
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Post by Kim Kwan-Jang on Nov 20, 2009 22:47:15 GMT 8
George proceeded to clear his orders. Beef lasagna, cream of chicken, chicken fingers, steak, and the Yu Special for that white haired, well built young man.
The seats around the bar is exactly half-filled now. I guess they just want to see what I'm capable of, he thought to himself, smiling.
Still, there's a buffet spread right there at the other corner, and it's going to be hard to clear up if nobody eats that...
After a long while, he dispensed the ordered food accordingly. For the white-haired young man, he set down a large plate entirely consisting of potato dishes.
"The Yu Special," he said, "named after a student years ago who would order nothing but this."
"The baked potato is over here, the mashed potato here, the fries are at the side and the potato cubes are behind the baked potato," he said, while pointing at each dish.
"Enjoy, if you can finish it..." he smiled and nodded slightly at the customer.
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Post by theburntone on Nov 22, 2009 0:16:02 GMT 8
Constantine Ward
"Oh, don't worry, Mr George. I'm sure I'll be able to finish this."
Constantine returned the smile. Like most superhumans he'd seen, having powers meant burning body energy. Although he did use a dynamo, it couldn't supply all his power, and merely served to reduce energy loss. Even with his sheer genius for inventing, electrical resistance meant looped dynamos (dynamo feeds engine which turns dynamo and so on and so forth) couldn't exist without being fed power. So this amount of food really wasn't a problem.
[OoC: I'm assuming the baked potato and potato chunks have toppings.]
There was a way to eat big portions, in his opinion. At the same time. He spooned mashed potato onto his baked potato, mixing it thoroughly with the topping on top, then proceeded to cut it into chunks. The result looked like cheese fries, with mashed potatoes instead of cheese.
What was left of the mashed potato-topping mixture, he stirred into the potato cubes, then dipped a fry in. Not bad.
"This is a good harmony of food you've prepared, Mr George. From what I know, having the same ingredient in both the dressing and the dish enhances the taste. Like bread tasting good with milk because milk is used to make bread. Thanks for the food, by the way."
He picked up a fork and knife, and began to munch away.
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Post by ivankira on Nov 23, 2009 17:56:04 GMT 8
Shichi pushed open the glass doors and finally stepped into the lounge.
He slowed down his pace significantly as he took a good look around.
Behind the bar, was a smartly dressed waiter, with a name tag, but he was too far away to read it. Sitting at the bar, there was a formally attired mature-looking person, chatting with a larger person, in very casual attire and he seemed to be armed with a knife or something of that sort.
Rather odd pair... On face value of course...
He continued to look down the stretch, there was a girl with pale turquoise hair framed neatly with a hairband with a white[/b] top hat on it, back facing him. She was in white[/b], and was talking to another girl that seemed to be... Slightly non-opaque? He had no idea how to describe her, she was a little fuzzy and seemed to come and go into and out of focus a little, constantly. She too, was in a white[/b] kimono.
Wow... So many people in white. Who do I watch out for?
Nearby the two girls, there's a tall guy in a long black overcoat, muching away happily at a dish full of potatoes. He had a weird feeling about this dude, he seemed more than just human... Something - no, someone, not fully organic.
Shichi's stomach rumbled. He then noticed that not far off, in another corner of the lounge there was a wide platter of food displayed on tables.
A buffet? I guess I'll help myself then.
He briskly moved towards the tables and took an empty plate as well as utensils. Afterwhich, he began to pile up some chiken drumsticks, rice, vegetables and almost everything that's non-spicy available.
He then carefully made his way to an empty table away from the bar where everyone else was, as he was doing so, he passed by the bar and gave a slight nod and smile at the waiter. Now that he was close enough...
George... So that's his name...
He sat down, and began digging in, his stomach could wait no longer.
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Post by schrodinger on Nov 23, 2009 19:56:50 GMT 8
"Thank you, George."
The food was good - as good as he'd ever tasted - but as he ate, Venser became aware that something was wrong. It was as if a thousand voices had screamed in agony and suddenly been silenced. Or perhaps it was just one voice, screaming loud enough for a thousand. He glanced around at the others in the lounge. None of them were in pain at the moment, certainly not of the magnitude that he'd sensed. It was someone else, somewhere else, and whoever it was, they needed help. Nobody else had noticed it, which meant that it was something only he could hear.
"Excuse me, there's something I have to take care of. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Exiting the lounge, he set his mind to locating and identifying the source of unrest.
It's coming from the rooms... Oh no. This is bad.
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Post by Phagetthree on Nov 23, 2009 20:55:38 GMT 8
"Thank you, George."
Frederick handled the humongous steak with care, it was one of his favorite foods, after all.
"This looks excellent! I'm sure it will taste the same way as well!"
Before eating, however, he had to say grace.
Dear Lord, thank you for your providence, and may your blessing be upon the Order for as long as it stands.
Looking toward Venser, he noticed that he had already begun to tuck in.
"Well looks like your food won't need to be any tastier, anyway, it looks... Wait, where are you going? I'll come with you!"
Turning to George, he apologised.
"I'm sorry, but don't worry, I'll be back to finish it!"
He rushed after Venser.
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Post by ponpokorin on Nov 25, 2009 0:25:43 GMT 8
"Cold..."
Nimue's nerves were on edge as she was about to enter the lounge, and before she could take a step over the threshold, she was bowled over by two huge guys rushing out of the room.
Tripping, Nimue landed on her butt, her back crashing into the wall. Quick thinking caused Nimue to lock her neck, preventing her from bashing her head on the wall as well.
"Oww..." Nimue mumbled, all self-consciousness about her attire abandoned. She was wearing thigh-length blue shorts, and a white T-shirt depicting a sentai team on the front.
Sitting on the floor with her legs half bent in front of her, her hands rubbing her back, Nimue appeared extremely vulnerable, and her small size added to that image.
At that instant, Nimue was tending to herself, unaware of the surroundings, not even of the two large teenagers who had just caused her to trip over herself. Her trembling fingers found relief in the warmth of her body.
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Post by Carillus on Nov 25, 2009 19:28:47 GMT 8
She heard a crash outside the door.
In a split second, she was outside, crouching next to the girl sprawled against the wall.
"Relax."
Quickly, Lucetia ran her small, pale hands over the girl's body, checking for injuries. Slight bruising on the rump and the upper back; nothing serious.
"Here, rest on my shoulder."
Slowly, she brought the girl into the lounge, and rested her on one of the bar seats.
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Post by kaisan on Nov 25, 2009 21:55:43 GMT 8
Hitomi noticed Lutecia had disappeared from where she was sitting a moment ago. A bit of looking around, and she found Lutecia bringing another person into the lounge - short, brown hair, perhaps looking a little pale.
Hitomi walked over to the bar seat, where Lutecia rested the new girl.
"...Is she fine?"
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Post by Phagetthree on Nov 25, 2009 23:00:46 GMT 8
Frederick saw the little female as he rounded the corner, but it was too late.
The impact, however, was nothing to his large frame, throwing her straight down instead.
Skidding to a halt, he turned around, to see the two unliving ones over her.
He reacted.
"Oh no you don't!"
Mistaking their intentions, Frederick blasted Lucetia with an exorcism spell.
"Inducto prescillintas Bane reductus sovito!"
A blast of holy energy burst from within Lucetia, pushing her back forcefully.
Turning to the ghost, he cast his Holy Light spell.
"Inducto aesirinto sterreras ho!"
A ring of holy light erupted in the middle of the trio, which would ease Nimue's injuries while simultaneously dazing the two other unliving characters.
Running to Nimue's side, he did a quick once check over for any remaining injuries not healed by his spell.
"I'm sorry, miss. I was careless, please accept my apology."
He turned to shield her from the other two.
"Don't you dare do anything to her, I know what you are, especially you, vampire. The full moon is not yet out, and yet you already thirst for blood?"
He probably would not win a two on one, but he would try it, anyway. He did owe the girl an apology for knocking her down.
[[OoC: spellwords are purely made up crap >_>]]
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Post by Carillus on Nov 25, 2009 23:23:15 GMT 8
Lucetia laughed slightly.
"Exorcism...? How weak."
The spell's effect, to a pureblood like her, was like getting bitten by a mosquito. The only person who could possibly hope to harm purebloods with an exorcism spell was the Pope.
"Stand down."
With a wave of her hand, she called up the Scarlet thaumaturgical crest - the Red Magic. The holy light faded away. Herself, she wasn't affected, but she could not afford to see one of her dormitory neighbours fading away on their first day of meeting.
Of course, she'd have to make up for it - extra blood pills tonight. The Red Magic drained her body's blood supply like no other. Even a little bit like that required an extra half glass of blood.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't so blatantly get into the way of my wish to help my dormitory mate. It would be very unwise to drink blood from someone in full view of a lounge half full of people, and from an anaemic person as well, would it not?"
She opened up her magic supply, and flooded the hallway in a red mist that blotted out the light. Lucetia's eyes glowed a bright red in the gloom, shining like a pair of red beacons in the dark.
"I am a pureblood. I would have liked people to think I was a normal person for a while longer, but you had to come and blow my cover with your clumsy theology.
I do not thirst for blood in the full moon. I do not thirst for blood at all. If I do not drink blood, I cannot sleep. That is all. The chronic ailment taught to you by your deluded theologian professors is nothing but a dull myth. They turned a mild medical condition into a severe upsetting consequence.
My child, use your brain for once. It should be in that thick skull of yours somewhere."
And with that, the scarlet mist disappeared, and the hallway lit up again. Lucetia pulled her pillbox out of her pocket, swallowed three, and sat down on the floor, panting slightly. Her cheeks were flushed with exertion.
"Shouldn't do that too often," she muttered to no one in particular.
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