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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Aug 31, 2016 4:51:48 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see ❝I get that,❞ Fiamma replied to the mention of messing with Hunters. ❝Any sane person should say that they deserve an ass kicking.❞She loathed any human who called themselves a member of the Guild (for numerous and very understandable reasons) so, honestly, she wasn't against putting herself in a position where she could serve up some suffering for them. It was just always unwise to go around picking fights, especially ones with people who specialized in killing her kind, but Fiamma's careful attitude went to pieces if/when she actually encountered a Hunter. At that point? She would summon all the fires of hell into being if she could. Hah— she'd even have some choice words for Kalidas herself if the Goddess were standing before her.
It was the sound of knuckles rapping against hard material where there should have been flesh that grabbed Fiamma's attention, and she broke her attention away from the game to look down at the other magi's leg with surprise flashing clear as crystal across her expression. A fake; now she hadn't expected that. ❝Ouch,❞ ...what else do you say to that sort of reveal. ❝I've yet to lose any body parts to those sentient shit stains, but I know what they do. Death is too good for a lot of them, y'know? So yeah... I get wanting to have some revenge.❞
Revenge. An ugly word, one that was often followed by tragedy when you tried to seek it, and one that Fiamma only wished she could pursue. Too bad that most of the Hunters who took her mother from her were already dead; she had no way of finding the survivors, anyway. The ache was still there and her anger was still hot.
With a clenched jaw the fire magi redoubled her grip on the dart and drew her arm back again to throw, hurling it savagely towards the board where it hit with a resounding THUNK just below her target. ❝Fuck.❞ She decided to go with saying and moodily eyed the balloon she'd now missed for the second time. The base of one of her horns was starting to itch and Fiamma was sorely tempted to throw her hood back and scratch, however she shelved the urge for the moment to instead push another dart towards the man at her side as she considered her own attempts with a more level head. So she'd fixed the horizontal part, now just to nudge it back up. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Sterling Quinn on Sept 2, 2016 3:58:31 GMT
Well, you're a hot mess I'M FALLING FOR YOU Sterling had to admit, he was starting to feel a bit more respect for this girl. Well, at least something to that respect. It might fall more under tolerance? She didn't seem all that bad but he didn't mind her choice of words or the way she shared her thoughts. Usually, he hated 90% of the population and their ideals though Fiamma seemed down to earth. A nice change from the usual bullshit of peaceful dimwits. He could never understand those kinds of people that will set back and let shit happen. Peace didn't solve shit but fist did. Especially, his own with a helpful dose of fire. His face became amused at her verbal expression. "Yeah, I would have to agree with you on that. Those shit heads need to suffer. I wouldn't mind going to the whole "Eye for an eye" shit. Would make em fill a million times better." He was serious. The sudden THUNK of the dart brought him back to the game. He tilted his head ever so slightly as he held a look of confusion. The urge to perform a small and gently golf clap rose. He followed that urge and clapped as stated while looking towards her. "That was lovely." Bullshit. Now he was being an ass. Without another word, he took the dart offered. He took it from her with a small humpf. Taking aim, he tired to base his throw from hers as a starting marker. His dart slapped into the target and the bounced off. Now this, cause him to twitch violently for half a second. "Da fuck? That should of stuck into the board." He pointed at it with a look of irritation. "I freaking hit that board and it bounced off! This shit is rigged..." scoffed the magi. | WORDS | xxx. | TAG | Fiamma Maritz | NOTES | xxx. | MUSIC | xxx. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Sept 5, 2016 18:20:40 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Well at least this was something they could readily agree on. Speaking of Hunters always served to rouse a burning ire in Fiamma's gut, but just being able to vent her (violent) thoughts was a good form of catharsis on its own. It also didn't hurt to have sharp objects to throw around, either. She only would have taken more satisfaction out of that solid impact if the dart had actually hit its target.
❝Eye for an eye,❞ She echoed, thoughtfully, until her brain went on to quietly supply: makes the whole world blind. ...tch. On some level the fire magi knew that senseless destruction and violence was not the best way to go about getting respect for her race, yet that whole philosophy of peace and patience and sparing an enemy just to "be the bigger person" soured her mood to think about. Fuck that. Kindly asking for a better world was not going to stop more magi from being slaughtered for parts every day and it damn well wasn't going to make Fiamma feel any less hate for the culprits. She worried about her own safety, yes, but she was not a pacifist. ❝Yeah. They a least deserve all the pain turned right back on them.❞
Of course this guy had to go right back to being an ass. Fiamma's lips pursed in a look of irritation (though it resembled a pout above all else) and the vibrant blue of her eyes rolled in exasperation. ❝Oh shut it.❞ The scaled magi grumbled as the claws on one of her hands drummed rhythmically against the tabletop. She was quite aware that her aim was suck-y without him tossing in his two cents on the matter.
Fiamma's mood buoyed back up, however, when his next throw took place— a round of muffled snickers bubbling up from her lips as the dart went clattering to the floor. His outrage likewise seemed to amuse the stand's attendant, who stood off to the side with arms crossed and a grin visibly fighting its way onto his expression, so she wasn't the only one laughing it up over the attempt. Did Fiamma have any place commenting on his technique? No. But she would do it anyway.
❝Sure it is. It couldn't possibly have been anything you did wrong,❞ Now she was the one flashing a sharkish grin, though only for a quick moment as her gaze once again shifted to the wall of balloons. ❝My aim might be shit, but at least I hit the board head on.❞Four darts down, two remaining, and not a single success. What a game. Fiamma found that it didn't bother her too much— given that she hadn't gone into this expecting prizes left and right —so what the heck. Just take the last throw and hope for the best. Arm back, eye on the target, and another dart went whizzing ahead (less aggressively than before) to land with a POP this time around.
...was that it? A moment of peering across the space showed that there was now a dart pinning a scrap of limp, yellow rubber to the cork where an inflated balloon had once been. ❝Hah—!❞ More enthusiastic than she usually cared to be, but Fiamma couldn't help a short cheer. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Sterling Quinn on Sept 5, 2016 18:55:34 GMT
Well, you're a hot mess I'M FALLING FOR YOU Sterling actually liked playing carny games but he never could really admit it. Even now, he found himself enjoying this little random bout but he was pissed that his dart hadn't stuck. He was usually good at aiming when it had to do with knives. But darts totally different then spinning a blade about. He made a rather unpleasant face as he turned towards the girl next to him. Arms crossed he shifted his weight like a pissy bitchy he was by nature. He said nothing to her words other then glare at her. What made him most uncomfortable was the snickering she was doing and then man grinning. He really just wanted to reach out and deck the man in the face. The girl, well, she pissed him off but he wasn't going to do anything to her or about it, he was a bit pleased she did hit the target. It was nice seeing someone...being cheerful for a change. In fact, he was just pouting at this embarrassment and grumbling louder. His mixed emotions caused him to just remain pissy and twitch when she popped a balloon. "Fucking shit is rigid..." He managed to get out. He merely watched her be a happily thing about popping the balloon while he was positive he was about to pop in a different fashion. If she could hit this then why couldn't he? Taking the the next dart, he felt like he could do this but his anger issues just didn't help him one bit. He felt like he needed to show her up in some form, to prove he was better and could actually hit he mother fucking balloon. Taking aim, he threw the dart at the balloon and this time it did indeed pop but there was a small problem with it. Because if his emotions and him being all ready a bit pissed, the dart he threw had some fire too it, literally. The dart rested a little under the deflated rubbery bits that had just popped moments ago. However, a small trail of smoke drifted up from the lightly burnt edges of the dart. Instantly, he shot the most violent glare at the man that owned the game. It was unclear if the needle actually grazed the balloon just right or if a bit of heat had something to do about it. Hell, it could be a mixture of it. Still, the stag just had that smug look on his face as he pointed to the very dead balloon. "Nailed it..." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Sept 10, 2016 5:07:25 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see This was unalike anything that Fiamma had participated in before, but she could still say that she was enjoying the game. There was an impressive variety of games scattered about the boardwalk (things to revisit during future visits, perhaps?) and, though the fire magi suspected that she wouldn't display too much talent for any of them, the challenge this one posed proved to instill a little thrill of accomplishment in her when she actually made a hit. Small, simple, superficial; still Fiamma couldn't help allowing an earnest grin to tug at her lips as she curled her fingers into fists, cheering the success.
Besides being outwardly cheerful, the scaled magi might have actually preened smugly had she feathers to do so with. It was hard to resist with how the male beside her pouted in clear displeasure. His repeated comment about the game being rigged only drew another snide chuckle out of Fiamma, eyebrows arching in challenge, as she folded her arms over the flat surface of the tabletop and leaned her weight against it to watch him take his final throw. Oh Fiamma certainly had a competitive streak if you stoked that flame into existence, but it wasn't like she was hoping the other magi would have another blunder. She was just thoroughly amused by the way he grumbled over it; it was an endearing sort of grumpiness rather than true animosity, which was... nice. Friendly in an odd sort of way.
❝Good luck.❞ She chimed (still flaunting that smug edge to her tone) mere moments before the dart was hurled and the telltale pop told Fiamma of his success before she even looked.
A beat of silence passed whilst she blinked, double checking to make sure that she wasn't just imagining the curl of smoke that went up from the embedded projectile. ...no, she'd been correct at the first glance. It was with a rough snort that the girl looked back to her companion only to be just in time for witnessing him glaring daggers at the poor employee who ran the stand. The human had seemed spooked by the sudden display of magic, opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and ultimately turned around with a stiff gait to rifle through the prizes— absolutely zero interest in messing around with a pissy magi. Good choice, man.
Meanwhile, Fiamma was back to hiding laughter behind the fingers of one hand and she simply eyed the other magi with a mix of bright mirth and cynicism. ❝Uh huh. It's good and popped, I guess, so I can't argue. Even if you poured a little bit of extra heat into that last throw.❞ Heh. Fiamma gave her head a minute shake and looked back to the table when the human returned with an assortment of prizes for them to choose from. They'd each popped one balloon, so it was only the small ones, of course.
❝At least we both actually made a hit, would've been embarrassing otherwise.❞ She commented as her clawed hands— following a few moments of deliberation —reached for a stuffed panda about twice the size of her palm, felted in touchably soft fur. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Sterling Quinn on Sept 14, 2016 2:31:05 GMT
Well, you're a hot mess I'M FALLING FOR YOU Sterling slowly slid his green gaze towards his fellow magi. He said nothing as he merely observed her almost as if he was daring her to say something about his "win". Crossing his arms, he still looked all-mighty and pretty egotistical right then with his smirk decorating his well pierced face. He had figured that maybe she would hold any witty comments to herself now that she saw he could hit a target. Thank you very much, but he was feeling pretty high and mighty. Of course, his happy thoughts where suddenly shattered when she opened her god damn mouth. Eyes narrowed and brows came together in disapproval in her choice of words. "Huh, I haven't a clue at what you saying, Honey-bunny. But I do believe I made that balloon cry like a new born baby." And with his skill...he in no way had any help from his powers. Ha, yeah and he was the Queen of England. He knew she caught him but he refused to admit his faults. It was pretty clear he wasn't even going to fess up to it unless it was bluntly shoved in his face. Knowing this girl so far, she would promptly shove the facts into his face like a cream pie. He scuffed lightly at her while he returned his attention to the poor man that was bringing them prizes to choose from. "Yeah, that would be pretty embarrassing if we missed...would of ended horribly." Horribly for the man and not so much for him. His shitty attitude was actually retreating to one that was far more pleasant. He didn't feel the rage he had felt earlier nor was his temper on high alert. Nah, Sterling was feeling rather chill now as he watched his fellow magi decide on a prize. A cute little stuffed panda. Somehow, he found it fitting for her. When it came to his turn to pick, he looked at the stuffed animals with slight disinterest but he did find them kind of adorable. However, he was certain his sister would enjoy it more then him. Idly, he looked over each prize before settling on a small Alpaca that was blue in color and had a funny little cowboy hat on. Perfect. "Huh, is like a little wanna-be sheriff." He mused at his choice. He almost wanted to keep it for himself now. He rather liked the way it looked. | WORDS | xxx. | TAG Fiamma Maritz | NOTES | xxx. | MUSIC | xxx. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Sept 26, 2016 19:18:09 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Oh there was no way she was going to just let that slide without some comment. Fiamma knew good and well that a bit of magic had slipped its way into that last toss (whether that was intentional by the other magi or not, she wasn't sure) so she felt it warranted to at least poke fun at him. Nothing serious. They were the only patrons currently at the stand so between the two magi and the lone employee, no one else had to know that a tongue of flame had briefly flickered into being to scorch that balloon. Honestly, Fiamma didn't even truly know if the heat had helped him succeed or not. Maybe it would have popped perfectly well without any extra help.
But still, that wouldn't stop her from flashing a snide grin his way as he frowned. Honey bunny? Hah— that in itself got a huff of laughter out of Fiamma. ❝Sure you don't.❞
She simply continued to chuckle softly to herself after speaking, in agreement with the fact that she was grateful for at least some success on both their parts. Walking away with just a small victory still sweetened the experience, at least in Fiamma's mind, and her focus shifted back to fiddling with the prize she'd chosen. A new discovery: you could move the panda's arms and legs, albeit only up and down. This novelty held the fire magi's attention for a little while longer until she caught the motion of her companion reaching to select his own prize and she brought her vivid gaze back up to curiously investigate what he'd chosen.
Was that a llama? Or maybe it was called a— huh, something starting with an A. Either way it was the fact that it was wearing a miniature cowboy hat that drew something like a giggle from Fiamma's throat. ❝Pfff— wow. That's what it looks like.❞ A blue, furry sheriff. ❝How cute.❞
Well, now that they both had their prizes in hand that spelled the end of the game. Fiamma could practically feel the wary stare they were getting from the stand owner (for justified reasons) so she suspected that, if she wanted to rid herself of a little more of the loose change in her pocket, it would be best to wander off to a new game. She still felt compelled by a flicker of curiosity to continue exploring the boardwalk, but the crowds had really begun to fill in by now. Too little space and too much noise tended to kill her adventurous spirit pretty quickly. ❝...I'm Fiamma, by the way,❞ The words were abruptly spoken after she'd left silence to linger between them for a short time and she pulled the stuffed panda in close to her chest as she said them. Their interaction hadn't exactly started on the right foot, yet now that the distraction of the game was good and finished she felt it odd to not share her name after talking this long. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Sterling Quinn on Sept 30, 2016 1:54:32 GMT
Well, you're a hot mess I'M FALLING FOR YOU Sterling ignored her little huff of laughter and comment. He was rather proud of himself for popping the balloon with his "skills". He would have none of her giggles about it or questions towards it. He merely glanced at her with a smug look and that was the end of the little game. After gaining his prize, he soon followed after her without much thought. Idly, the stag flipped the alpaca in his hands as if he was curious about something. He was certain his sister would enjoy the stuff animal and probably stick it on her shelf somewhere. At the sound of Fiamma's wrods, he quickly shot her a dark look. Then, just as quickly he shoved the toy into his pants pocket, or at least as much as he could fit into it with a grunt. "Got a problem with it? It ain't for me anyways." He grumbled with his temper flaring just a little bit but no where as dangerous as it had been earielr. "I got a sister, all right?" He added in sharply before the girl could even say a single word about him lying or such. He wouldn't put up with it but he did have to agree with her on one thing. The little fucker was adorable in his cowboy hat. He just was not going to say that out loud. If he did, he was pretty freaking positive she would have something to say about it! Pressing his lips together in a light frown he soon looked around the area to see what else might be interesting in this place. Minus, of course, setting fire to shit. He even looked over his shoulder to see the man watching them leave in which Sterling causally flipped him off over his shoulder. However, at hearing her introduction, he turned his attention back to her instantly. He looked confused for a moment and then casually shrugged his shoulders. "You can call me, Sterling." Well, it seemed they were now on a name basis somehow. He wasn't sure how but hell, he supposed he couldn't complain too much about it now could he? His green eyes soon traveled towards the panda after a moment of silence. "Gonna name your bear?"| WORDS | xxx. | TAG Fiamma Maritz | NOTES | xxx. | MUSIC | xxx. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Oct 7, 2016 1:57:09 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see The defensive manner in which the other magi responded had Fiamma blinking at him somewhat dubiously, genuinely wondering what there was to be defensive about, before she just ended up rolling her eyes. Oh bah— she'd been going for a compliment but apparently that hadn't gone through. ❝No need to get your panties in a twist. Jeez. I promise that you won't become instantly unmanly just because you chose a cute... whatever that is plushie.❞ Not in Fiamma's opinion, anyway. If she wanted the fluffiest goddamn plushie available she was going to take it and her level of badassery would not waver in the least.
Despite the male's snippiness, the tension dropped back off again after only a short exchange and Fiamma could go back to sweeping her gaze about the noisy boardwalk as she idly stroked her claws over the fur on the panda's head. It really was soft, and the fire magi had a high appreciation for soft, cozy things. Pillows, blankets, scarves— you name it and she would gladly bury herself in a pile of it. This was what made the notion of touring around a few more game booths enticing (aside from sating her childish curiosity) since there was the possibility of her winning more stuffed animals to form a pile with back at her cabin. Yes, very tempting. Fiamma didn't much like the idea of wading through the crowds between point A and point B, though, so maybe that was a desire better left un-indulged.
The offering of her name had come along with a bit of hesitance since, honestly, the scaled magi wasn't entirely sure if it had come at the right time. It wasn't weird, right? Not like she'd spilled some major secret onto him; just the hope that she would get a name back and could stop thinking of him as "that bitchy guy who likes to burn shit". Well, actually Fiamma would continue to think of him— Sterling, as she now knew his name to be —in those terms regardless. ❝The bear? Ah, I dunno.❞
Good question. Fiamma had never been the most creative sort so it wasn't like she was bursting with ideas, she just looked down at the stuffed prize and studied its glassy eyes before shrugging. ❝Just 'Bear' works well enough for me, or I could go a bit fancier and call him... Sir Bearington. Pfff.❞ Wow that wasn't actually funny but here she was stopping for a chuckle. ❝You going to name yours or leave that to your sister?❞ [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Sterling Quinn on Oct 10, 2016 2:16:26 GMT
Well, you're a hot mess I'M FALLING FOR YOU His panties where not in a twist! Nor was he even wearing panties, thank you very much! He turned his gaze towards her to lift a brow and mutter under his breath. "That wasn't the issue. It's a cute little fucker...so shut up." The poor angry deerling's face had turned a slight hue of pink for half a second. He wasn't sure why he was embarrassed at being called out like he just been. Really, there was no reason to be as his sister constantly called him out on bullshit. But still, it happened and it made him uncomfortable. Clearing his throat, he looked off towards the distance with some pride wounded. He wasn't really sure how to react to her after that comment. He felt like he just got slapped on the hand by his sister and she wasn't even here. Still, he followed after Fiamma like he wasn't at all bothered by her statements. The silence between them grew for a moment as they moved through the area. Out of habit, Sterling kept watching the humans that would pass by them or look at their general direction. He didn't trust a single one of them. He was half expecting for one of them to try and pull some shit. But he would be ready to take them down if that happened. "Mr. Bearington or Bear? What kind of names are those? Come on, woman. Get creative here like, I don't know Feral or Fencer. Something awesome sounding." He shook his head at her and then shrugged his shoulders. "Huh? Oh, I don't know. I might let Kyne name it. It will be hers after all." He then mused on the idea of naming it something charming. But nothing came to mind other then Dickhead. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't name the animal at all! "See anything interesting to look at?" he asked at last while turning his head slightly to stare back at a human that was looking at the two of them. It might be because they where both Magi or that Sterling had a face full of metal. Who knew but he didn't like it. | WORDS | xxx. | TAG  Fiamma Maritz | NOTES | xxx. | MUSIC | xxx. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Oct 19, 2016 19:22:43 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Had she struck at a soft spot there? Heh. Maybe it was a bit mean, but Fiamma couldn't help the sly grin that snuck into place on her expression as she took some amusement out of Sterling's reaction. He seemed earnestly embarrassed— a surprise given what she'd seen of his personality thus far —so she was merciful enough to at least not poke at the subject any further. She just contented herself with the satisfaction of that small victory. They'd done nothing but snark at one another since meeting so it wasn't as if Fiamma's words were that off color.
❝Uh huh... it is pretty cute.❞ All in all, a very fulfilling reward for their limited success at the game.
The conversation soon moved on to talk of naming the stuffed animals and Fiamma looked at the other magi with her lips pressed into a vaguely disgruntled line. She was well aware of her own lack of skill in this venture, but still. ❝Feral,❞ The scaled magi echoed in close to a deadpan before holding up the panda plushy. ❝Does he look like a 'Feral' to you? He's as soft as a cloud and his nose is heart shaped; I feel like there's something fundamentally wrong with giving him a badass name.❞ Maybe Cadence would have an opinion the next time they saw each other? Brainstorming cute names seemed like something that would be her forte.
Spending the next minute or two quietly ruminating on the subject didn't provide Fiamma with any more ideas and, not being too concerned with the subject, she decided to just shelve the decision for now. It wasn't really that pressing of a matter to name a stuffed animal that would end up sitting on some shelf in her house. He could be nameless and still serve as an endearing decoration. Well, they were back to the central walkway of the boardwalk now and that presented Fiamma with the choice to commit to either venturing further down (for more exploring) or turning the other way to head out of the area completely and ending her day trip. Brave the crowds and satisfy her curiosity, or start making her way back to the peace and quiet of Arecia. Hmm.
The inner debate was cut off by Sterling's voice, snapping at a human who had been caught staring. Fiamma blinked her way back into alertness and turned her head to lay eyes on the culprit— female, late teens to early twenties maybe —who seemed thoroughly caught off guard by being called out. She had friends, too; two boys around the same age who were only now looking their way. And Fiamma supposed that there was ample to look at, given Sterling's piercings and the fact that (even with a hood covering her horns) one could easily spy her scales and slit pupils just by looking closely. People liked to stare. The girl looked to be about to sputter out some apology but, before she could get the words out, one of her companions threw back a heated glare along with a response of. ❝What? You've got a problem with her?❞
Ugh, really? Of course this had to happen right at the end of the day.❝With staring, yes,❞ Fiamma ground out from the other side of Sterling as her eyes flashed with an irritated gleam. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Sterling Quinn on Oct 21, 2016 4:23:29 GMT
Well, you're a hot mess I'M FALLING FOR YOU Did she slam into a soft spot? It was possibly. Sterling was a very gruff fellow that was always looking for some kind of fight. But he was also a very soft heart individual when his heart felt like actually being soft. Thus, he often shoved it away somewhere unreachable and ignored it until he felt like paying attention. Which was never. Sterling sighed and looked at the bear in her hand. He had personally thought it would work as a fine name for a bear. "Bear's are pretty mean things." he pointed out and then popped the bear on the heart shaped nose. "And yes, if you add a little food dye to the fur I think he will look rather feral." he chuckled lightly. "I can even draw a pair of angry brows on him, the big blocky kind." He added in with a knowing smirk. Sure, she might not like his idea but that was just tough cookies. He found it amusing honestly. "I just think you're not all that creative with names." Then again, neither was Sterling. The fun and games would of continued if it wasn't for the humans that had captures the magi's attention soon after that comment. He hated when people stared. It made him uncomfortable which in turn pissed him off. He never liked the idea of people looking at him when he wasn't working. Human's were judgmental. Even though his antlers were not showing it still made him feel like he was out in the open and under a threat. Sterling was very insecure about himself and his appearance. It was really the root of all his anger half the time. He turned fully towards the human that spoke up at them. He really hoped they where being shit heads just because of the metal on his face rather then staring at their magi traits. "We don't like staring, kid. Teach the girl to keep her eyes to herself." Cause if not, Sterling would be more then happy to teach them how to do just that! | WORDS | xxx. | TAG  Fiamma Maritz | NOTES | xxx. | MUSIC | xxx. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Nov 10, 2016 22:00:55 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see It would have been quite nice to go on bickering over something as menial as what to name a stuffed animal, but alas the two magi didn't have the chance now that this new distraction had butted its way into their conversation. Could Sterling have just let the staring go without comment? Technically, yes. However Fiamma really didn't mind that he had called the girl out; she hated to be gawked at by humans who thought that they were exempt from being polite. Not even polite, actually— was it so hard to not be massively rude and gawk at strangers?
Ah well, the notion of scribbling angry eyebrows on her prize and painting his fur with the blood of imaginary enemies would have to be left unaddressed for now.
Fiamma watched with a wary, distrustful gaze as the boy who had spoken up seemed to swell with indignant anger. He was the only one showing any backbone at the moment (the girl looked a few notches from terrified and the other male just appeared uncomfortable as he glanced between his friends and the two magi) and Fiamma couldn't help but worry over how he would react. Yelling and slinging insults was one thing, but it would put them in a terribly difficult place to have to defend themselves here. ...they would win, of course, but there would be security crashing in before you could mutter "I didn't hit him that hard." The words of two magi would not hold too well against a trio of whimpering humans.
❝What did you say about her? You piece of—❞ The apparent ringleader of the group had no qualms with going right back at Sterling, more furious than before, yet before he could finish spitting expletives the girl gripped his elbow and whispered something inaudible to Fiamma's ears. Her body language was pleading (not to mention guilty when she glanced quickly toward the magi), tugging him back from taking any more aggressive steps forward and it was a safe bet that she was trying to convince him to let it go. ❝Hey, come on, man. It's not worth it and you're just gonna upset Alison. We've still got the ferris wheel to get to.❞ The third member of the group of humans spoke up with palms held out placatingly to his friend and— with two people now urging him to lay off —the boy seemed to lose his fire, grumbling lowly but loosening his posture.
Ugh, thank the Gods that that hadn't blown up. Not to say that there wasn't still tension, manifesting in the growl that threatened to form in Fiamma's throat as she eyed the humans and the sneer that colored the boy's next words. The disdain there was obvious. ❝Fine, whatever. Fucking freaks aren't worth it.❞ Oh now that made the thought of ripping this kid a new asshole sound real tempting, but the shorter fire magi contented herself with returning the sneer from beside Sterling. The girl resumed tugging on her friend's (boyfriend? collared dog?) arm to lead all three away soon after and she risked another look towards the magi that shone with a silent apology. Tch, maybe she shouldn't stare next time.
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