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

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Entry tags: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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[info]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.

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[info]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.

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[info]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.

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[info]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.]

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[info]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.]

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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?

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