Post by Queren Arden on Jul 4, 2013 22:03:59 GMT -5
The other girl, whom was almost definably a Pi Fae like herself, called herself Sefarina. Sefarina and Queren- their names were as much giveaways as their appearance. Did Pis just have a thing for unique and strange names? Sefarina kept drinking, but Queren’s attention wasn’t on her anymore. No, it was on the male who had left his jacket behind and left in accordance to her French words. She frowned. Queren had been warned since she was young that there were people out there who hunted her kind, these Hunters, skilled in many areas.
Jumping up suddenly from her barstool, she took another swing of her drink, emptying it, before setting it down and determinedly walking over to the booth that the strange male was at. A lot of people gave her weird looks, but most of them were used to (and annoyed by) her drunk behavior. Sheslid into his booth, giving a quick glance over at the bottle he had. “That wine is shit- take it from the French,” She commented, before getting down to business. “Who are you. Kyrian- yes, I caught that part. But who are you?”
Her eyes, the glaze of alcohol still slightly present, were determined and focused on him. Her body swayed slightly, more evidence of the drunkenness she was experiencing. She was a slightly violent drunk, but tended to be more of a bi-polar one, switching between happy carefree moods and angry ones. “You aren’t from around here, or have been gone a really long time. You know at least four languages. Your body is a fighter’s body; it’s more rugged- not clean and pristine like gym body builders. You went at first opportunity to the two ones who are more different than others in this bar. So I repeat. Who are you?”
Post by Kyrian Tidus on Jul 6, 2013 12:09:21 GMT -5
Kyrian thought about the female's name, Sefarina, quite odd. The male had begun to suspect that the women weren't exactly human, in fact, not human at all. They seemed to be completely used to their hair, acting as though it were natural, they seemed kind of out of place, and both had very short tempers... Kyrian suspected that the two might be Pi Fae, from what he had experienced of Pi.
Kyrian watched as the blue-haired one with the really bad attitude got up from her barstool, took one last swig of her drink, and walked straight towards where he was sitting. The female slid into the booth seat across from him and told him that his wine was shit; quite rude. She then went on to question who he was, as though expecting him to just give out his information to a rude, nosy person. Though, Pi were like that.
Kyrian looked at the female, noticing just how focused her gaze was upon him; she really wanted to know 'who' he was. The female listed her observations that somehow made her suspicious/wary of him: he wasn't a local, he knew multiple languages, he had the body of a fighter, and he went to help two women who seemed to be having a problem. Someone was highly paranoid, another thing that seemed to be common amongst the Fae.
The elemental responded to the female's observations, "You, also, are not from around here. I guess you know at least three languages, if you do know Italian, which I'm assuming. Yes, I do indeed had a fighter's body; training with the Katana does that for ya. And, lastly, I went to see whether or not I could help to women who seemed to be having a problem. Before I tell you anything, though, would you finally do something that isn't rude and be polite enough to let me know your name?"
Post by Sefarina Ashe on Jul 7, 2013 17:36:59 GMT -5
Sefarina watched as the woman got up from her barstool and stalked towards the man, sliding into the booth across him. She blinked, pressing her lips together as she watched the two talk, a slim green brow raised. What could they be talking about? She was curious. And, though curiosity killed the cat, she decided to act upon it. But, first, she needed a reason to follow after the other woman. Pearly whites nibbled at a lower lip, and she burrowed closer into the jacket. Well, duh! That was it. She could go over there pretending to give him the jacket back. She was going to return it anyway, considering the fact that she didn't wanna be in debted to him. The young woman stood, making her way through the crowd towards the two sitting at the table. As she got close, she slipped the jacket off of her shoulders and held it out to him. "Here. You forgot this."
Post by Queren Arden on Jul 7, 2013 18:33:00 GMT -5
Queren had been raised by a family of Pi, like herself. Information was a free and given thing. Almost very Pi was candor, especially Queren. She could not technically lie, the words unable to pass her lips by the power in her blood- but she could deceive, she could trick, she could twist things. Still, she was used to people being honest, even if the honesty was hidden deep and cleverly in their words as Fae tended to do. She smiled and laughed slightly when he assumed she knew three languages, and let him finish his words before shaking her head no. “In fact, I do not. I only know two- I never had time to learn another language, especially fluently. I know Italian as well as any idiot who thinks they know the language because they can say more than ciao bella.”
She was intrigued by the fact the man used a katana, which was either hidden or not present, as people would not be very open to letting someone walk into a bar with the Japanese sword. She raised an eyebrow at the fact he just wanted to help though, and nearly commented before facing an interruption. Sefarina had appeared, holding out the jacket.
“You know, he did give it to you.” She reminded the girl gently, wondering her real motives for coming over. She knew her species quite well- many were curious, using pretenses to nose into things. Queren herself had been curious, but had been much less subtle due to the drink.
Post by Kyrian Tidus on Jul 8, 2013 14:50:32 GMT -5
Kyrian raised an eyebrow at the female's correction of his mistake, telling him that she only spoke two languages. He then chuckled slightly at her pretty much calling the general tourist population idiots. The female's honest nature and loose tongue further gave Kyrian reason to believe her to be a Pi, based on his previous experience with Fae. The male had a smile on his face as he replied, "Sorry for assuming the wrong thing, then, hun."
Kyrian could tell the female was about to say something else before the other one, Sefarina, walked up to his booth, holding out his jacket. 'Here. You forgot this,' the female said, and Kyrian raised an eyebrow when the unnamed female answered for him, letting Sefarina know that he had willingly given her the jacket. "She's right, Sefarina. I gave that to you of my own free will. Trust me, I won't miss it," Kyrian said with a friendly smile upon his face. He doubted, however, that the jacket was the real reason the female had came over to his booth. It was more than likely her curiosity that had driven her to them.
