Post by Mariel Hughes on Aug 12, 2011 20:18:57 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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She can rob you blind,,
With just one look,,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Siria is my name. Nice to meet you as well.” –she blinks before tilting her head—“So you’re just filling in for the former interviewer? Something about being beaten up in the past by clowns, burned by mages, and occasionally suffering a smack in the face? Huh, so you’re a student. Awesome. We’re going to have so much fuuuuuuuuuuuuun with this…” -she smirks as a glint twinkles in her eyes—
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I’m nineteen and was born on November ninth (9th). I was born in Balamb town, but now I came to Destiny Island. I really don’t have ties anywhere, since I keep traveling!” (Neutral)
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"A date. Me with you? Seriously?” –she shoves his face away from being near hers; hearing him smack against the wall behind him—“Ha! That’s a new one, since you’re pretty old aren’t you!” I can’t believe he actually leaned over the desk to ask that! Didn’t he expect not to be hurt?
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Magic, because I’m a sorceress…” –feels uncomfortable now— Why did I mention that?! Now I’m not going to be left alone!
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
". . ." –she glances toward the roof— “I’m done talking with you now.” –she gets up an d begins walking out of the room; rather hastily—“Later!”
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Tsk. I’m five six." (5’6”) –she continues to walk before glancing over her shoulder— “Why exactly are you following me? I don’t need you to follow me! I can fight on my own! Stop embarrassing yourself by tagging after me like a dog!” This is beginning to get embarrass me. Everyone in line is waiting and here I am trying to escape this interviewer! Wonder how new members are going to feel about this interrogation?
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"!!” –face is flushed as she turns on her heel, pointing accusingly at the interviewer— “Why would you even ask that?! Aren’t you married or something?! Or—“ –suddenly she jumps up and kicks the interviewer— “Stalker! That’s what you are!” –she places her hands on her hip and sticks out her tongue—“Now go find your wife, or something near a companion, and snuggle with them!” –suddenly she is clung to— “I didn’t mean me!! Get offa me! I said oooooooooffffffff!” (Slim, petite, and rather agile)
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
-while she’s wiggling free from the hugging interviewer— “W-what!?" –manages to knee the interviewer to free self- “W-well, if you must know I wear what I am currently wearing! Personally I never had this much hassle until I meant you!” (Bikini-like top, covered by a rather large cloak that remains open. Shorts and classic boots)
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I look quite familiar to this Black★Rock Shooter character…why do you ask?”
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
-suddenly she grumbles; face flushing— "How did I walk into that one?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I’m not liking this certain stalker that keeps following me!” –watches the interview point at himself—“YES YOU! Anyway..! I like stars, walks, fresh air, a good dance, good music, hmmmm…home cooked meals.”
“Now I don’t like dogs,and that Paopu fruit on Destiny Island that people try sharing with me. People who think they know it all. Oh and I don’t like hot dogs either!”
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I have a habit of making origami stars, and drawing stars! My secret is I tend to over eat from time to time!” –her eyes narrow—“What? Can’t a girl eat? Fine, fine! I have a nasty time not accepting help from people! I am able to fight without needing to be guarded! He he! Guess I’m pretty stubborn? Mainly when it comes to guys! I’m not sexist, I just don’t need a knight!”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I’m done talking to you!” –she attempts to walk away—“I am myself! I’m myself!”
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"No we are not!" –wiggles free once again—
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing? What kind of dancing?" –she blinks before tilting her head—“Rooms? Why would I share a room with a stalker like you?” –gives him a swift kick to the knee—“Stop asking such things already!”
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Cedric is my father and my mother is Ivana. O’Conner is our family’s last name.” –she tenses—“You’re not clinging to me and stalking me to send me back home, right? I’m old enough to be on my own!” –suddenly she puts her hands on the interviewer’s shoulders—“Do not tell them you saw me! I don’t need a Knight or whatever!” –suddenly she stomps on the guys foot—“I didn’t ask for a hug!”
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I have an older sister Miya. Would have thought with her name meaning, she’d get this curse – erm, gift?” -suddenly shoves the interviewer away from her face- “Believe me, she wouldn’t like your kind! Plus, you’d have to get passed my older brother Koren’s judgment!”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I recently became a sorceress, if that counts for anything. I honestly don’t get why I was chosen by the previous to be her successor.” –she blinks; glancing up toward the roof again—“After that, I just left my home and ended up at some bizarre place called Destiny Island.” –she gives a light smile—“So, guess I’m just a runaway now? I have no ties anymore to anyone..!”
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"!!” –she gives him one last swift kick before darting down the hallway—“I knew there was something up with you, stalker!! Everyone get out of here!”
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center][/i] Zidane?! Suddenly his tail bristled from receiving that title. Not because of the wealth (though that was nice to him with liking Gil), power, or a kingdom of his own, but merely at the fact they assumed he married. Unless they were messing with the blonde, both clearly had no idea what Dagger had done. Let alone, the fake Queen’s talk of marriage, or even the using of their song against him. If they’re reasoning would be they never even appeared in Alexandria, Zidane could accept it.name. Zidane.
age. Already been given~
rp experience. Long enough~
rules. Thundaga..!
rp sample.
The begging of being spared would have brought delight to most. Zidane wanted to keep messing with the jesters, but he couldn’t let a guard catch their meeting. Freya had spoken of quite a lot of back stabbings in politics; and if these two stayed only Archades and being linked with Alexandria meant – if caught – would appear as if some plotting went down behind closed doors. The presumed King of Alexandria didn’t need that on his shoulders.
Once Zorn and Thorn were dropped, landing on their butts made Zidane want to chuckle, their instincts kicked in and they instantly retreated. The blonde’s lips curved upward. How amusing both of them were when realizing they were generally screwed in a situation. Zidane would have labeled it as karma for the past. If they didn’t provide the right answer, maybe Zidane could get something out of this? Suddenly an answer was spoken. Damn. A loud sigh as Zidane dropped his arms,”I guess I could trust you. I’m taking one heck of a chance with believing the both of you.”
Zorn spoke up and mentioned Fayt. ”You know Princess Blueberry? Ha, explains how ya got here. Princess would allow every stray in, it seems.” The blonde’s lips curved upward at imagining Fayt being the one who dragged ‘his Bell’ into the castle, and begging Larsa to let him stay. Suddenly all amusing thoughts were lost as Thorn spoke, breaking the mirroring speech once again.
”I wouldn’t know,” the arms crossed once more, before Zidane brought his right hand to his chin. The actor made the appearance of a rather deep thought, but in truth Zidane already knew the truth. Kuja automatically would erase their existence – much like he had done with Mikoto’s assassin in that plot – and Dagger more than likely could be swayed. However, even Zidane didn’t think she could trust them. Seriously, why would she? They extracted Eidolons from her, after all! After all of that – Wait[/colour] – Zidane perked up at sudden realization. Would she accept them, considering Dagger was letting Kuja be her royal advisor.
Dropping both hands to his side, before placing a hand on his left hip, Zidane spoke. ”You already know Kuja’s say,” a slight shake of his head before the monkey boy sighed. ”Dagger, I don’t know.” He wasn’t lying about his “wife’s” decision, after all with Kuja in power. Zidane had grumbled over it in the past swearing up and down Kuja forced her into the deal, but then that image flashed through his thoughts. Garnet had linked an arm with Kuja and allowed him to escort her off the airship. It wasn’t until he thought on it to realize her smile was so heartwarming. She’s accepted him with open arms. I should do the same. Oh, he already had quite some time ago.
Lashes fluttered as the blonde caught onto him zoning out. Shaking his head once again, his gaze fell to the jesters. ”The choice is yours. I’m not forcing anything on ya.” Zidane skimmed at both jesters, kneeling down to eye level. Typically not a wise move but the blonde needed to see something. The tail flicked with curiosity with the spotting of an earlier run in with something, or someone. Suddenly a glint came in the “King’s” eyes as his lips spread into a mocking smirk,”By the way, you both look pretty bad. What ran you over?”
Unknown to the supposed King, a woman lurked at the far corner. Lips spread to a small smile, as she released a stifled giggle. Brushing at her curls, the chocolate irises narrowed as she listened. Etoile would wait out this little meeting, questioning how long Zidane would play this role. Rose lips brushed against the fan tip as another giggle escaped. How amusing her sudden ‘babysitting career’ was truly becoming. To be able to state how adorable it was the blonde was titling himself King to former Alexandrians. My how the gypsy provided much entertainment. Now, what where those names..? She’d have to find out soon enough.
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