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Post by Ryoku on Aug 30, 2007 17:36:02 GMT -5
Ryoku looked at the clipboard in her hands, smoke from a cigar in her mouth trailing after her as she walked, glancing back up her tired sky blue eyes scanned the music hall, a line of maids, hotel workers and chefs, all stood stick straight as if in the army. "Well everything seems in order, banner, balloons, photo collage, and all the courses for the banquet is underway... looks good" A small mew of agreence was heard from her small black cat Nao on her shoulder, the one that normally resided on her head, She smiled and patted it's head, Ryoku handed her clip board to a maid who bowed quickly upon receiving it, she walked towards the large banner over the twin oak doors to the hall, which read 'Hakkyou Reunion' she sighed and tugged on the collar of the white mens shirt she had over top of some black khaki's, it was quite a year for her, she knew Hakkyou was struggling since she went on her "soul finding" leave of absence, but found herself right back at her families inn... it's seemed to be stuck in the Hakkyou family tradition to be owner, ever since her great, great, great grandfather opened this place, here on the lovely island of the rising sun, to bad no one was as interested in the Japanese country side as they were the busy metropolis' here, not to mention her only book keeper ditched and went back to Tokyo, it was a miracle Hakkyou's staff was still here to keep it somewhat erect.. Ryoku glanced at the clock, it was almost 12:00, she motioned to a maid who quickly shuffled over. "I'm going up to my room to change, make sure to get me once guests start to arrive.." The maid bowed again as Ryoku walked out of the music hall and headed to her bedroom.
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Post by Kitari on Sept 5, 2007 19:51:39 GMT -5
So much time had passed since he returned back to this quaint little inn. He had been gone for so long. How long ago was it that he was here? Two years? That’s right. Two years at least. For two years he traveled the world. All that great adventure and stuff: climatic battles, over blonde and busty damsels in distress, and he lost a lot of friends. All of them went their separate ways. His heart was never the same after his journeys, but now that he was alone again he found himself returning to this inn. A lot of things happened here along with memories. Some of the best memories he had came from here. So when he got the invitation for the reunion he came back, filled out the form at the desk, went back to his old room, cleaned up, and headed for the music room.
Time had been kind to the Cain Knights. His vampire blood made him ageless. The battles and years he spent away made him much stronger as well. Sunlight no longer hurt him. It weakened him, but he no longer feared it. He looked exactly the same two years ago, except with shorter hair and dressed a whole lot nicer. Those ragged clothes and that tattered red coat were long gone. He even wore a pair of thin classes which made look distinguished. Kitari had a touch of wisdom with him this time around. No longer that careless, loud, perverted, and annoying vampire.
Dressed in his best. Well as best as he could afford right now, he came down into the music room. He wore a black suit with a gold tie. Something he picked out at a close out sale. Not the finest clothes in the world, but they were both his size and on sale. Hopefully with some dimmed down lights he would look better.
The music room seemed the same as ever. The air of the inn was so relaxing to him. Upon his way down he bumped into a familiar face. The owner of the inn herself. It was strange to see her again. She disappeared before he left and he had no idea where she went, but now this chance meeting gave them a good opportunity to talk. “Miss Ryoku.” He stated and turned to the side to make room for her to pass. “Is anyone else here or am I the first one?” He gingerly asked not wanting to add any bad feelings to it since if no one else showed up… he was sure Ryoku was going to be devastated. Kitari being considerate of others… that was new.
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Post by Ryoku on Sept 6, 2007 17:48:26 GMT -5
Ryoku was just about to step up to the first stair when a voice stopped her. “Miss Ryoku.” She turned to face a well dressed man in glasses, strangley she felt she knew him, but had no recolection off hand, Nao didn't seem scared, as he continued to sleep on her shoulder. "I don't mean to be rude... but, who are you?" Ryoku took the cigarre out of her mouth as she spoke.
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Post by Kitari on Sept 7, 2007 15:47:24 GMT -5
Kitari held his tongue from saying something about the smoking. Kitari used to smoke also. Then he quit after all. The cigarettes were more of a habitual thing to him then an actual crutch. Still it was a rather unhealthy thing for most people do. Yet the issue here was not the cigarettes. The issue here was the fact the inn keeper didn’t know him. They met once. It was a brief encounter within the library. There were a lot of things that happened while she was gone. Good or bad, most of them were linked to him in some manner.
“I’m Kitari, I’m a resident here on the third floor. Room 315. I left for two years and I just came back. We met once if you don’t remember. Of all the time I spent living here, I only seen once. Well twice counting today.” Kitari stated and awaited her reply with some hopes that it might jog her memories a bit.
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Post by Ryoku on Sept 8, 2007 17:40:39 GMT -5
Seemed the minute he mentioned the library it hit her, suprised that through such clutter in her head the face came to her. Though she realized this, no real spark of recognition showed in her eye's, partly due to her inability to be moved by much, and her issue with people reading her eyes, resulting in control over what they showed. She nodded, moveing her cigarre to the side of her mouth unaware (or not careing) about what the man may think. "I do remember. Your the odd boy with the strange attraction to tattered items of clothing." She also recalled the same feeling of being on the defense when he appeared, but she kept that part to herself. "I wont forget the name this time.." She glanced at Nao, who was laying limply face down, like a lump on her shoulder, he didn't appear all to worried allowing her to relax as she shifted her foot preparing to leave. "Well the banquet is set up help yourself I hope to return to attend within a few minutes.."
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Post by Kitari on Sept 10, 2007 7:53:29 GMT -5
Boy? Did Ryoku just called him boy? Kitari was a very old vampire. One of if not the strongest ones in existent and she called him boy? Kitari was a changed man, but he wasn’t going to let it slid. There was still that pride as a vampire that he had to answer to. Not right now, but he’ll get back at her. Not in a very large way, but he’ll certainly get some form of payback. Now that he was thinking about it, it had been some time since he last fed. Though she was a smoker, Ryoku would make a interesting meal.
There was just this attractive aura around him now. It was like a light switch he could turn on and off at will. A light that drew in all the little prey around him. “Miss Ryoku…” He stated her name lightly. The power of influence he had was wrapped into voice, mixing hypnotizing charm with every word. “I would appreciate it if you stay… perhaps a little longer?” Kitari made sure to look into her eyes using them as almost a gate to draw her into his power. With his current power as a vampire, overtaking by force or simply taking control of her mind was something he sure wasn’t out of his ability. Yet those ways were far too crude for him. This was way was better. Besides he only wanted a little payback, he didn’t want to bring her any real harm.
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Post by Ryoku on Sept 10, 2007 14:16:31 GMT -5
The minute the words slipped from his mouth it hit her, like a knife, unknowingly flareing her anger. Ryoku stood up pin straight, and glared down at him, the same feeling returning, that, feral competetive streak, her unknown defenses raiseing. She fought to look calm and keep cool, she took the cigarre from her mouth, and put it out on the heal of her shoe. If it was at all possible her voice had lowered "I'm sorry but I have to decline." It took some energy out of her as she spoke, as if she was fighting her own will, her muscles leaping as she held herself back. "But I will see you again I'm sure." Ryoku turned on her heel and headed up the stairs, her fist's shakeing and strangley, her teeth acheing.
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