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[LORD] Tyki Mikk (noahism) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-07-02 20:57:00

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euphemia li britannia, kitty pryde (aoa), lacus clyne, miranda lotto, penelope garcia, spike, tyki mikk

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[Hey look it's Christmas. Holidays are something Tyki tends to try and shirk away from but there's no escaping on trains to other cities when you're stuck again in an underwater dome. So while he'd love to spend most of his hours in the sweet comfort of his bar (and he will,) he does have a few people to seek out today. Gifts are worth giving when they accompany flirtatious behavior and pretty women. So it's not so much of a surprise when the majority of these "gifts" are to said pretty women.

And well, Spike, whose outstanding survival of impromptu brain surgery has Tyki setting aside a good rack of booze to take to him later. Strong, strong stuff. Only the finest for fellow murderbros.

He'll be at the Devil's Compass through-out the day with the occasional exception. If you hate holidays, come drown your sorrows. If you'd prefer to celebrate with drink and friend, come as well. Just don't sit next to the sad souls, if you'd please.]

[Private to Kitty Pryde]

If you're free, come by for a drink.

[Private to Penelope Garcia]

Hello, love. I've got something for you, in holiday tradition.

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fields_of_hope
2013-07-03 01:46 am UTC (link)

[Lacus needs no particular invitation to drop by the Devil's Compass. She's never been one to require one, but now especially she knows that she's more-or-less welcome. One of many unspoken accords between she and Tyki that may not hold up as well if she tried to force him into the explicit.]

[A tuft of snow follows Lacus in, some clinging almost protectively. Most of it is dislodged with a toss of her long hair, then left to waft to the floor as she makes her way to the bar proper. A large package is placed atop it, heavy despite how easily she'd handled it. Leaning forward on her elbows, she waits for Tyki to find time for her.]

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noahism
2013-07-03 01:53 am UTC (link)

[He's got his back turned at first, sorting which bottles to send to his dear vampire of a friend but sparing a glance back over his shoulder. His brows quirk and he briefly returns to shuffling glass around before turning to the bar and her in turn, one such bottle still in his hand set aside; he'll pour himself something later.

His eyes flick over the box, but fit better on her.] How may I warm you up, love?

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	fields_of_hope 2013-07-03 02:04 am UTC (link)
	[Her smile quirks as she puts his question off with a graceful flick of her wrist.] I expect we'll get to that a bit later. For now, I've brought you something. The occasion seemed to call for it. [Her playful eyes belie the formality of her words. Since he so enjoys having her cast off such gilded words in favor of sullied ones.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

noahism
2013-07-03 02:12 am UTC (link)

Mm, you shouldn't have. [He says with the same sort of formal words, the formal glance down at it and a skimming of his fingertips across the box. He was never one to much enjoy gifts received, lifestyle always meant living light. But he combs back his hair and offers her a semi-curious glance, attempting to scope out her expression before opening it. Which he will do in just a second, slow but not deliberately so-- there's a brief unfamiliarity with unwrapping things despite the few years he did spend at Christmas in the Kamelot Estate.]

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fields_of_hope
2013-07-03 02:20 am UTC (link)

Perhaps not. [There are so many things they shouldn't have and yet they have. And do. And may again. She's left quite a bit of wiggle room for her perspective on him, pun very likely intended.]

[With dancing eyes, she watches him dissemble the box. Inside are eight Pilsner beer glasses and eight wide-bowled wine glasses, all hand painted with a compass symbol which has the phrase "alea iacta est"> written in a hemisphere within the center circle. Below the image is the bar's name, written in font that's just slightly too haphazard to be formal, yet is perfectly formed and lettered.] I thought you might find them useful.

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noahism
2013-07-03 05:06 am UTC (link)

[He picks up one of the glasses after unwrapping the lot, and there's a notable lack of glances upward at her for a moment. He rolls a wineglass by the stem in his hand, looking over the design with a thoughtful and distinctly relaxed look on his face. Softened considerably.

He sets it down to see it upright on the bar, dark eyes finally glancing up at her. His smile follows.] 'The die has been cast', I like it. Thank you.

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fields_of_hope
2013-07-03 06:21 pm UTC (link)

You speak Latin. [She looks very pleased, her smile losing its prim and defined edges in favor of something more genuine delight.] I liked the implications of that phrase, the idea of leaving yourself to inevitable chance once the throw is made.

[It fits a number of things well, she believes.]

I could think of only one thing more suited to you, but I didn't bring it with me.

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	noahism 2013-07-04 05:11 am UTC (link)
	A word or two. [Phrases, more like. His head cocks to the side at her next words, brows raising in a clearly intrigued fashion. Go on.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fields_of_hope 2013-07-10 12:08 am UTC (link)
	Then, I'm glad I chose one you know. [She would have explained if not, but it seems to fit nicely together this way.] [As far as the other gift, Lacus' cold-reddened lips curve upwards in a sweet bow, playful and teasing. She well knows he can't resist that smile.] I was hoping you could meet me later on. It's rather awkward to be carrying around. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2013-07-13 08:06 pm UTC (link)
	[Well, he's baited successfully.] Alright. Name the place you want me, and I'll be there when you want me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fields_of_hope 2013-07-14 02:05 am UTC (link)
	[Her smile shifts to another he'll know well, that plainly says she's got what she wanted. Like a cat being scratched just right.] I'll be waiting in one of the beach huts after lights out. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2013-07-14 05:33 am UTC (link)
	[The look he gives her is one of a wholly invested man. Who wants it to be lights out now.] I'll be there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fields_of_hope 2013-07-14 09:24 pm UTC (link)
	[One last flash of that smile, and she slips away from the bar and lets herself out the door. She has another bar to visit and a number of other gifts to deliver before then.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2013-07-15 03:04 am UTC (link)
	[He sighs. She has him wrapped around her finger, doesn't she. He looks down at a dirty glass by the bar and with a grunt, resumes cleaning it.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fields_of_hope
2013-07-16 01:34 am UTC (link)

[Hours later, the festivities are winding down and the streetlights are lit, the final flakes of snow glittering their soundless way to the covered ground.]

[Yet another glow is present at the beach, where Lacus has set up a roaring fire in one of the huts. The cloth shades over the windows are pulled, but for the main doorway. Just outside the door, stuck upright in the snow-covered sand, is a fishing pole. It's wooden and not at all modern, but Lacus has made some ofher own modifications which will make it easy to use with a smooth casting, a good strong line, and a reel and handle that can work with any size catch.]

[Dangling from the hook is a bit of paper on which she's written quid pro quo. Expires at daypost.]

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noahism
2013-07-23 01:31 am UTC (link)

[The only way this would be more appealing were if the snow and cold were gone, sands inviting and the water warmer. But nonetheless he goes along as agreed, dusting snow off his coat as he approaches the hut and having his eyes droop to the fishing rod when he comes close to it. He stoops for it, giving it a moment of admiration and seemingly weighing it in his hand appraisingly before snatching the note and reading it.

Well, well. He steps inside, offering her a grin.] You know me well.

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	fields_of_hope 2013-07-23 01:35 am UTC (link)
	[She had been seated by the fire, back facing the doorway, but Lacus stands when she hears him and turns in a smooth, floating movement.] I should, by now. But there is much I still need to learn. [A nod at the fishing pole, though by the look on her face it could be the bit of paper she's referencing.] What do you think? (Reply to this) (Parent)

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