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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 17:17:39 GMT -5
*Death turned back to War in confusion for a moment. But he did hate it when parts came loose. So embarrassing.*
((But I like him all vulnerable. He's so...naive. Like he's been stuck outside of humanity for the whole of existence. He just wants to be one of the cool kids.))
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:18:02 GMT -5
((Okay I laughed out loud with that last line there. Seriously.))
She laughed a little, a brittle laugh.
"No, you and I are never ones for peace. But an alliance may be profitable."
She followed his glance and winked.
"I suppose a miniskirt would be out of the question?" she said, big green eyes wide and innocent, her lips a little moue.
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Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Jan 12, 2010 17:26:54 GMT -5
In the growing throng of people, Olivier had somehow managed to lose Laurent, and had been free to chat among the other party-goers without having to worry about what his uncle would say or do.
Because of the nature of the gathering, it was with some surprise that Olivier actually managed to find another familiar face (well, one he was better acquainted with than most): Evelyn. With a smile, he made his way through the crowd until he'd reached her.
"Evelyn! So good to see you!"
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 17:29:54 GMT -5
*He shrugged and scanned the crowd, a small smile forming at the sight of Alexander. Without looking back at her he spoke.*
"Miniskirt? For you or me?"
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:34:29 GMT -5
She laughed hard.
"I am not sure it would look good with your legs," she said, grinning.
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Post by Evie on Jan 12, 2010 17:36:44 GMT -5
In the growing throng of people, Olivier had somehow managed to lose Laurent, and had been free to chat among the other party-goers without having to worry about what his uncle would say or do. Because of the nature of the gathering, it was with some surprise that Olivier actually managed to find another familiar face (well, one he was better acquainted with than most): Evelyn. With a smile, he made his way through the crowd until he'd reached her. "Evelyn! So good to see you!" Her mouth formed into her social smile as she turned to face him. "Olivier! How have you been?"
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Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Jan 12, 2010 17:37:43 GMT -5
Her mouth formed into her social smile as she turned to face him. "Olivier! How have you been?" "Wonderfully! Isn't this party something else? I don't think I've seen such a turn-out before!"
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 17:39:42 GMT -5
*Death's gaze shrewdly followed War's, pausing on the same man. At least, he assumed the same man. But he didn't let go of Demiselle's hand. With any luck at all, War would be characteristically distractable and leave them be for the time being. He wasn't sure he appreciated War being lecherous around her. Or...well...it was kinda cool in its own way, but he wasn't sure she'd appreciate him not minding. So he hoped he wouldn't have to deal with it.*
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 17:40:20 GMT -5
*Again he shrugged. He was getting good at that.*
"I can just as easily appear as a woman as a male. None of us actually have a gender. Just something to make it easier for the cave painters to conceptualize. Hell more conflicts have been started by your gender than males."
*He inclinded his head towards Death.*
"Take Skinny here... nothing stops him from being her. Though it might make things a bit awkward."
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:43:24 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow.
"It would only make it awkward for those who've met him and lived," she pointed out. She slipped an arm around her husband.
"Are you staring at Alexander the Great?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 17:43:38 GMT -5
*Death's gaze instinctively dropped. Why did he have to bring that up. It had been weird enough trying to assume a male role, but this? What would Demiselle think? But he was distracted by her question.*
"Oh, uh...just didn't expect this to be his sort of scene, that's all."
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Post by Evie on Jan 12, 2010 17:44:24 GMT -5
"Wonderfully! Isn't this party something else? I don't think I've seen such a turn-out before!" "Oh, I'd say the Opera House throws some pretty crazy ones, and Venice blows them all out of the water with Carnavale, but this isn't half-bad," she laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen this many titles in the same place."
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:47:11 GMT -5
*Death's gaze instinctively dropped. Why did he have to bring that up. It had been weird enough trying to assume a male role, but this? What would Demiselle think? But he was distracted by her question.* "Oh, uh...just didn't expect this to be his sort of scene, that's all." "Hmm," his wife replied. She glanced at him. "For the record, dear, I care little if you are male or female; it does not matter. You are still you."
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 17:49:36 GMT -5
*Death couldn't resist a sheepish smile. Even if she was a hard ass, it was nice to see a woman in this age so open to gender-role and identity.*
"Thanks." *He whispered softly.*
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 17:49:54 GMT -5
"Met him and lived... Yeah. I don't know anyone that fills those shoes."
*War turns and stares blankly at her. His tone does nothing to hide his sarcasm. Not that they usually do. He shakes his head as he nods toward Alexander. He speaks again, mostly to himself.*
"Shouldn't titles eventually drop off? I mean if you don't do anything to maintain them. Or does someone have to challenge him for it? Maybe there should be an item to show who owns the title. Like a amulet or crown. Or a belt... a big one."
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