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Post by Vespa on Dec 17, 2008 0:14:10 GMT -5
It had been a long day and unlike most Aidith hadn't had much to do as far as business today. This happened to be the kind of day she dreaded. Always did she try an subdue whatever absent minded thoughts with activity mostly centered around others; anything and anyone but herself. Time to herself was misery waiting to happen. She attempted to keep her mind on business, what she should do in the morning and who she could possibly disturb this evening, but her mind was snatched away by the sweet scent wafting from a door she almost passed. A donut shop she hadn't been to before towered to her right. She stepped to the window and looked over the colorful assortment.
Inevitably the smell danced in her mind with the very memories she tried to suppress and a somber nostalgia fell over her like a lead blanket. She sighed heavily to herself as the scenes of a past romance and a better life played through her not so subconscious. Regretfully she opened the door and stepped inside.
Lost in her own memories she wandered towards the counter. Her hand passed over the back of a chair as her eyes wandered. To any one on the outside she'd look strangely absent minded but to her there was so much more to see then a slightly loopy older woman in a donut shop. Upon arrival to the front counter she pressed a hand to the glass and looked over the shop's assortment; not entirely with the intention of picking something.
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Post by Rook on Mar 10, 2009 14:35:22 GMT -5
Rook however, had every intention of picking something. After stopping a group of kids from beating the crap out of eachother and then posting the results (which had come close to being the rupture of the internal organs of a twelve year old kid) on some video blogging website Rook was unfamiliar with.
This kind of thing typically would sink his respect for his own kind to an all time low, but he had shaken it off easilly enough, called the medical specialist and carded the kids, one or two of them maybe would get corporal, but the rest...
He sighed, pressing firmly on the breaks of the hovercar as it glided smoothly to a stop, a metallic clanking sound growled from within it's mechanical depths as it began to lower to the ground swiftly and produce a small step ladder.
Rook ignored it and leaped out of the car, and on to the heated street, the concrete was damp with tiny runs of melted snow beneath the tough soles of his large clawed footpaws, which made shoes unnesacary and nearly impossible.
It was chilly today, or else they wouldn't have turned it on. Rook turned the corner, pausing as he stopped in the window of the shop and watched a large family of mongooses go in and out, smiling as he observed the child which appeared to sport a pair of small wings.
He waited for them to proceed and opened the door, letting a draft of chilly air into the warm sweet scened shop, his nose drawn to the comfort and innocence the smell of sugar induced, as well as the oddly childlike hunger Rook had for sweets. He diddn't eat much, but he had his weakspots, among them a cold can of beer, specially prepared minestrone, a rare steak...and one of his worst weaknesses...donuts.
So cliche he thought with a weary grin as he held the door open a bit, watching an attractive snow leopard pass as she went by. She diddn't so much as give him a glance untill she was outside the shop when her blue eye glinted over him and perhaps crinkled into a sweet youthful smile, it had been brief and hard to tell, but he had time to grin back as she turned the corner.
Rook knew he was old and taken, but good old fashioned chivalry and charm was something even feminists appreciated, and he was always in the practice of exploiting it. Why the hell not? Life was too short not to look, especially when for the longest time that was all you did at all.
With the ego boost he proceeded to close the door (thankfully stopping any of the tenets in the shop from jumping him) and even before he fully entered he saw the doe elk, the Seraphim and his grin became wide and wolfish.
A seraphim in a donut shop? Rook was extremely curious. Seraphims had lives yeah, but they seldom got out. Then again Aidith had radiated a sense of naivety to him, that other Seraphims simply did not have.
She was a special case.
And how could he resist razzing her to take his mind off what he had seen?
He closed the distance between he and the counter, claws ringing the bell a little as he made his order.
"Three please, chocolate with jimmies, thanks sah".
He took them and then turned to the elk smiling "'Ello Sehr'Kerrigan. Never figured you'd have a sweet tooth too".
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Post by Vespa on Mar 14, 2009 13:30:57 GMT -5
Not quite a sweet tooth, just sweet memories of better days. She could almost smile they were so good. Her eyes still glazed as the scratch casually made his order. It wasn't until he spoke that she snapped out of her reverie. Peaking her ears as she turned to him. She was a bit surprised. She wasn't much of a chatter but she didn't take Rook as much of a chatter either.
“Ah, ArchAngel Rook.” She bowed her head slightly in respect. There wasn't much to say to him. She couldn't very well admit why she was here, neither did she have a sweet tooth. Simple pleasantries never seemed to fit into the busy schedule of a Seraphim. Instead a slight pause gave her just enough time to come up with something relative to the context while remaining enigmatic.
“So it would seem but I'm afraid I'm only visiting.”
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Post by Rook on Mar 16, 2009 16:24:22 GMT -5
"Visiting" a donut shop?
He chewed that one over, taking a delicate bite into one of the chocolate glazed confections, chuckling as he flicked a sprinkle off one whisker. Rook usually was not one to pry, but he couldn't help but be curious...suspicious even...for some ridiculous reason.
He savored the rich taste for as long as he could stand it and then ordered a bottle of cold milk to go with it, not quite smiling, but seemingly in a pleasant enough mood throughout the transaction.
Finally after taking a sip he turned back to her with a casual question, silver eyes glinting. "Do you know someone here"?
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Post by Vespa on Mar 16, 2009 22:16:09 GMT -5
Standing idly as Rook enjoyed his purchase was a bit uncomfortable for the Seraphim. Her eyes wandered slightly, still in the world of th past, until the past slowly shifted to the present. Simply being in the shop was no longer a pleasant walk down memory lane. Memories of the good times drifted away and now left a vacant void Aidith had since done her best to avoid. She hated the feeling more then anything and even ten years after the incident she was far from getting over it. Such is the problem when feelings are left abandoned to fester deep inside the recesses of the subconscious where they are no longer kept in check.
I all bitter irony Rook questioned her response in a way that would almost catch her most precious realities. Her eyes darted to the hybrid before she caught herself, leaving only the look of attention and hiding the fearsome surprise hidden within herself.
“No, I cannot say that I do. But it is sometimes wise to reaffirm one's connection to those whom we have pledged our protection. Don't you agree ArchAngel?”
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Post by squeaker11 on Mar 18, 2009 19:14:01 GMT -5
Raziel wandered into the donut shop, carrying a messenger bag full of books. Homework. He probably picked the worst place to do it, too. The sweet scent was distracting him. But, first he had to find a table. Glancing around, he noticed an empty table and dumped the bag on the surface. Then he noticed the people he was sitting near. Seraphim Aidith and ArchAngel Rook? Raziel was a bit baffled. Being only seventeen, he still figured that older people never went out. Then he shrugged. Not much sense in wondering about it. Instead, the apprenticed smiled and nodded in respect towards his elders, hoping they would see since he couldn't exactly say anything to them.
Taking a deep breath, Raziel sighed and walked up to the counter. That darn smell was getting to him. Grabbing his trusty notepad and a pencil from his pocket, he wrote "two rasberry jelly-filled and small coffee, please" and showed it to the furre at the register. She smiled and nodded.
"I'll be right back with those," The wolf replied, disappearing momentarily only to return with what he asked for. "Here you go." She smiled again, causing Raziel to turn away out of shyness. He took the donuts and coffee, nodded in thanks and scurried back to his table.
Taking off the mask that covered his mouth most of the time, Raziel sat down and rummaged through his bag, trying to find his homework among the mess of notebooks and library books. He found the book he was looking for and stuck a hand in his pocket, only to realize he had left his pencil and notepad at the counter. He sighed and nibbled on one of his donuts, gazing blankly at the workbook. Oh, how he hated math.
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Post by Rook on Mar 21, 2009 13:35:38 GMT -5
Rook quirked an eyebrow "If you'll forgive me assumptions Sehr, I spend a lot of my time among the general public, so I have no need to reaffirm my connections" he gave her a small smile "I assume it's different for the Seraphim"?
He took another bite out of a donut, washing it down with a sip from his glass of milk, he quirked an eyebrow as he noticed Razor was there, a fledgling. Or was he an apprentice? Rook knew it was his job but couldn't remember for the life of him. Pondering for a moment, he gave Aidith a curt not and walked over the the lad. Rook usually wasn't the sociable type, but he liked to keep tabs on his charges.
"Selphen" he said looking down at the working student "How has your training with Zarek been going"?
[assuming Zarek is still his mentor]
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Post by squeaker11 on Mar 31, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -5
Raziel jumped at the sound of Rook's voice, nearly choking on his donut. Setting it down, he turned around and smiled at the ArchAngel in greeting. Turning back to his bag momentarily, he fished out another pencil and a piece of scrap paper. "Good day, Sah'Rook. Training's been tough, but I'm learning a lot, so that's good." He wrote on the paper. Setting the pencil down, he grabbed his coffee and took a sip. It was black, though he usually liked to put a little sugar in his. He glanced over at the front counter and noticed that the girl about his age was no longer at the register. Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"I think you forgot these. That would be troublesome." The wolf grinned, handing him his notepad and pencil and rushing back to the counter before he could thank her. Raziel felt his cheeks grow hot.
Remembering Rook was there, he set down his coffee and wrote, "How has your day been, sah?"
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Post by Vespa on Apr 20, 2009 20:13:50 GMT -5
[Way yo break the cycle guys!!]
Aidith could have been pleased, as always, with some casual conversation and it almost showed on her face. Until he proceeded to eat rather slobishly in front of her. And while standing no less. Her face dropped once again in a firm gaze as he asked her a question only to disregard whatever answer she might give and moved on to another conversation. This was quite off putting as she had to remind herself that he was quite good at his job and it would do no good to try and reprimand him. This was only the second time she had ever met the man and his reaction was a bit hard for her to process. Most individuals of lower standing some how scrounge up an acceptable among of respect behave somewhat civilly. But this Rook character had his own ways. She could tell he wasn't about to let her status intimidate him and quite honestly she appreciated the fact. But he was one of few and as of yet she didn't quite know how to deal with that breed of interaction.
In the end she was closely tied to the Council and that simple fact meant she was regrettably required to maintain a personal image many found tough if not near impossible.
For this encounter she gathered herself and brushed off the persistent chip that often tried it's best to make her shoulder home and noticed the young lad who Rook had abandoned her for. The synapse' fired and there he was, a very small file. An apprentice. There wasn't much need for her to interact with those of such low rank and honestly she couldn't conjure some scheme to introduce herself. The only 'scheme' she had wasn't the kind she would participate. She might work off intimidation but the situation hardly called for it. A little wolf girl dodged around her and suddenly she felt in the way. Taking her cue she stepped towards the door. Snapped out of fantasy this visit down memory lane was quite over.
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Post by Rook on Apr 28, 2009 7:21:12 GMT -5
Rook thought back on his day, the bloody, sweat drenched faces of the kids, their squalling as he pulled them apart, giving the one gasping and bleeding on the floor room to breathe, restraining them from killing eachother as the ambulances and their lights filled the air like enourmous dragons.
He paused for a moment, taking another bite out of his donut.
"It's been arlight so far".he said with a shrug and a smile, he flicked his ear in concern as he watched the Seraph sweep herself out of the door like a procession. His smile slowly became a smirk "Excuse me for just a moment, Raziel" Rook set the remains of his donuts and milk next to the bow, licking the last traces of sugar from his whiskers as he stepped out the door, shook his pelt and was assaulted by the cold.
The older man stopped for a moment with a small sigh as he watched her walk for a few feet, and then, before she could turn the corner he caught up with her, gaily in step, and apparently unaware that his 'rudeness' had sparked her leave.
"Seraph, I still don't understand" he said, not quite touching her (he at least did not have the audacity for that, even if he liked touching people to begin with) but making a motion as if he had hold of her sleeve, like a crazy man selling watches.
"Who goes into a donut shop to see the sights? Is there a dangerous mafia ring that makes regular appearances in there"?
If so I should know of it. he thought, with a tinge of jealousy, though he knew this was not the case.
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Post by Vespa on Jun 8, 2009 22:52:43 GMT -5
Out of the door she turned down the sidewalk. Her body closed into itself to guard against the chill. On to new things she started the chore list cycle in her head. It was back to the office to get more work done.
From behind a voice picked up and the drooping ears of the elk perked as she turned to his 'grasp'. She hadn't for a moment expected him to continue the conversation but he was there, standing behind her in a curious pose. Turning fully and stepping from his out thrust hand her brows furrowed. He insinuated something far more drastic then anything she had intended. But this should probably be expected from someone in the Angel's position. Aidith shook her head lightly before she spoke gently.
“I apologize for the misconception. I did not mean to propagate such an inference as the one you have made.” She dared not tell the honest truth and formulated a truthful fabrication. “I simply meant that spending so much time amongst those of far more, privileged, stature makes it quite easy to forget that there are others we are here to protect.”
Rook was not in the same place as Aidith; she spent many days debating with Council members and others with very deep pockets. Though this fact is indeed a reality of Aidith's life and she sometimes forgets what it's like to encounter those without the lessons and training in formality it's far from the truth behind her visit. No matter how the hybrid tried to reach this hidden truth, though, there was no way she would ever reveal her inner workings. The detachment is suspicious to say the least, but it's all most will ever know. And quite likely all the ArchAngel would ever know.
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Post by Rook on Jun 9, 2009 4:14:32 GMT -5
Rook raised an eyebrow but he said nothing as she explained herself. He felt a tinge of guilt for following this woman- and yes even possibly harassing her into admitting something he really had no business asking about. But Rook had never been one to beat around the bush, especially not when he was curious.
Her countenance invoked something almost like a bully in him.
She was the kind of person who made Rook self conscious about himself. He really should not act the way he did, assassins, garbage men were better unseen and unheard. As an Overseer and an Arc Angel of such a high rank he should have carried himself with more dignity, his voice should have been clear and constricted, his posture straight and imposing, immaculate and unreadable.
But he was not, he was a nosy vagrant in ragged company.
And to be honest, though he did not voice it, his inflection, his expression, mannerisms practically intoned the fact that he did not believe a word she was saying.
"Ah" he began falling a half step behind her, but not ceasing his scan of her facial features.
"That seems... reasonable" he twitched a whisker and raised an eyebrow in a small smirk. "No donuts thought, huh"?
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