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| Topic Started: Nov 1 2017, 11:50 PM (63 Views) | |
| Nylaathria Theberos | Nov 1 2017, 11:50 PM Post #1 |
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After being holed up in her apartment for so long, Nyla decides it's time for a shopping spree. She walks out from the high-rise building, wearing her usual long skirt and a simple blouse. This time though, she carries a large tote bag instead of a normal purse. Inside the bag are the usual things: makeup, hair brush, some money, a hand mirror; but she's also decided to bring out her crossbow, keeping it as hidden as possible. Her ears are neatly tucked away behind her hair as she walks down the sidewalk, towards Westfield. Nylaathria keeps her head held high, looking over each and every person as she passes them. Her long legs stride forwards at a steady pace, heels clicking audibly along the concrete. She pauses once in front of the shopping center, letting a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. What should I buy today? Maybe a new bangle set, since the other is now incomplete. I should get some new clothes too, treat myself a little. I do need a coat though, so that is definitely on the list. Nodding to herself, she continues forwards into the building. Voices coming from all ages assault her ears the moment she steps inside, but she doesn't falter -- Nyla has been here so many times that everyone in The Village knows her by name. She takes a moment to stop inside the Starbucks on the ground floor, ordering a tall Skinny, Sugar-Free, London Fog Tea Latte to-go. The girl smiles wide at the barista, finding his stutter amusing as he gives her her order. After paying, she walks back out, heading to the right to window shop for a short period of time. Pretty shoes, but last season. -- New store, new store. -- That one is going out of business soon. Nylaathria stops in front of FCUK, smiling at the acronym. She takes a sip of her tea before heading inside, browsing through their new selection of coats and jackets. None of them interest her much, though, so she heads back out shortly after. Too much faux fur. All of them were either too small or way too bulky. Lost in thought, Nyla doesn't notice when she runs right into someone, nearly dropping her bag and spilling her tea. She usually has good balance, however these shoes are new and she chose this day to break them in. With a frown, the tall girl takes a moment to gather her bearings. "My apologies, I was not paying attention." Speaking first, before looking to the stranger that she almost knocked down. |
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| Ariel Hawthrone | Nov 2 2017, 09:52 PM Post #2 |
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Ariel didn't like doing mundane things. She didn't like going out to eat, she didn't like going for strolls across the street and she didn't like going shopping. They were all things that got in the way of her life's duty. Unfortunately, the whether was getting colder, and there was no "perfect body temperature" rune to stop her from getting too cold. All of her jackets were bloodstained, and Ariel found it quite unmannerly to attempt diplomacy with bloodstained clothes. So there she stood, in the worst place in London: Westfield. She made sure she had her Inane Blade on her person. She never went anywhere without it. She could never forgive herself if a demon cursed an innocent human to starvation right in front of her and she didn't have the means to stop it. Even was Ariel wasn't on duty, she was on duty. It's been her life since she completed her training at the Nephilim Institute. She made her way into the shopping centre, and started looking around the stores. Noticing a brand called FCUK, she rolled her eyes. Humans are so immature. She thought to herself. However, there was a jacket in the window that caught her eye, so she decided to make her way in. Once inside the store, she examined the jacket in the window. Leather, nice. She proceeded to check to see if the jacket actually had pockets, which it did, much to her liking. She grabbed one of her size off the hanger, and made her way to the till, paid for the item and made her way out of the store, only to bump into someone. "It's okay." Ariel said, quite bluntly, before pushing past her and making her way out of the shopping centre. She wanted to get out of Westfield as quickly as possible. |
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| Nylaathria Theberos | Nov 2 2017, 10:34 PM Post #3 |
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She raises an eyebrow at the blunt manner of the woman, turning around to watch her walk off. Nyla didn't get a good look at Ariel's face, or else she would have recognized her as high up in the Nephilim society. Curious though, she decides to follow the woman. I could at least advise her to return that ugly jacket. It is not worth almost €200. She weaves through the crowd, towering over most women and some men as she tries to keep an eye on the red-headed woman. It doesn't take long for Nylaathria to catch up, although she keeps three feet behind Ariel during the rest of the journey towards the exit. I can return whenever I feel like it. This is more entertaining. Once the two reach the door she quickly overtakes the woman, sliding in front of her to block the way out. Nyla slips into a French accent, for her own amusement. "You should know zat ze French Connection 'as 'orrid lines. Your coat iz probably fake, and it iz not worth ze price you paid." She takes these extra moments to study the woman carefully, taking in any and all notable features, as well as observing her expression and body language. "You are in a rush." It isn't a question, more of a statement. A small smirk plays at the corners of her mouth, and her icy blue eyes are full of mischief. The girl waits for the woman to reply, making sure to keep her whole body in the way of the exit. The blunt mannerisms makes her wonder if Ariel will be nervous, or something else, facing a confrontation. Nylaathria also starts to recognize her, but she cannot confirm that the woman is a Hawthrone until she gets back to her laptop. |
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| Ariel Hawthrone | Nov 3 2017, 04:48 AM Post #4 |
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Ariel would raise an eyebrow at Nylaathria's remarks about the fake coat. She knew what she meant by that remark, but she honestly didn't care, and honestly mocked the mundane worries of humans. All the demons out there, and this woman was concerned about the brand of her jacket. It was black and it would keep her warm, that's literally all she cared about. "It's a fake, huh?" Ariel said, turning around to face the girl. "It's funny, because when I looked at it in the store, it seemed that it was indeed a jacket." She then let a small smirk appear on her face. She loved being rude to rude people. When the girl made a remark about her being in a rush, Ariel just frowned. She crossed her arms and turned her attention to Nylaathria, walking right up to her. When the two were so close, Ariel began to internally prepare for her rant. First, she needed to analyse who this girl is. Giving that Nylaathria's ears were covered, Ariel did not pick up on the fact that she was an elf. She had no demonic marks, so she just assumed that she was human. "Yes, I am in a rush." Ariel sneered. "I'm heading to combat training so I can protect pathetic morons like yours from getting ripped apart by demons." |
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| Nylaathria Theberos | Nov 3 2017, 07:12 PM Post #5 |
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Nylaathria grins at the woman's rude tone, and to normal humans her smile might seem unnerving. "Moron? How amusing that you folk feel the need to protect everyone from those pests. Many that I have come across are too lazy to continue a fight if their target is capable of handling themselves. Why do you Nephilims work so hard, alone in your big Institute, instead of teaching humans how to fight?" She drops the French, speaking in her normal American accent. Many elven communities don't bother training in the Institute, since they have their own styles of combat and their own agendas to follow. Nyla raises an eyebrow, studying the woman again as she continues to speak. "One would think that a woman of such..high standing..would be kinder in public. Although not that high, I suppose, considering.." Her personal studies always include keeping up with the ranks of those on both sides, in case she ever needs to get herself out of a fix. The Nephilims are surrounded by gossip, especially the high-up families. Plus, if you know your opponent by name, it usually makes them confused for a few precious seconds. Nyla is only bluffing though, anyways, seeing if Ariel will confirm her suspicions on who she is. The girl continues to smile, looking down at the red-headed woman. "And as for the fake comment -- I was simply stating how low the quality is for such a price. I do not doubt it will rip easily during your next mission. Would you not rather have something better suited for your line of work?" Despite her height, Nyla still has the figure and features of a teenager, so the way she speaks would be another clue that she isn't human. |
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| Ariel Hawthrone | Nov 3 2017, 09:15 PM Post #6 |
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Ariel would let out a scoff at the woman's comment. As far as she was concerned, this was just a woman who had no respect for the people who fought and trained so hard so that the Middle Realm would not fall into the hands of the Fallen Angels. It was typical of humans to not understand the threat that the Fallen brought to this realm. Ariel didn't excuse the fact that they have only known about the supernatural realm for less than a year, they all saw the final battle. They knew what these demonic creatures can do. "Tell me, how do you expect a human to hold its own against vampire without combat magic?" Ariel asked. "Or against a rouge werebeast, a warlock, an archdemon? They do come to the Middle Realm, sometimes, you know. And they're dangerous. They don't just curse people for a week." "I don't need to be kind to people who annoy me." Ariel explained. Before turning around to walk away. She didn't even want to hear her explain about what she meant by the jacket, if she didn't understand that all Ariel meant by that remark was that she didn't care about brands, she was obviously not intelligent enough for her time. |
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| Nylaathria Theberos | Nov 3 2017, 11:28 PM Post #7 |
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Since they're still inside the shopping center, Nyla doesn't dare remove her scarf to show the woman what she actually is. Foolish girl, calling an elf a moron. We are among the most intelligent of races. Since Ariel went to find another exit, she moves out of the door she was blocking, to the parking lot. Nyla is a bit annoyed at the demeanor of the Nephilim, her heels clicking along the concrete as she walks away. Talk about a day ruined. Maybe I should head out somewhere tonight. I really would love some relaxation away from home. Her thoughts shift back to the woman, though, and Nylaathria frowns. She shoves past some people on the crowded sidewalk, heading back towards the high-rise buildings. The girl tosses her half drunk tea into one of the bins she passes, careful not to brush her hair back while in public. Mother would have laughed in her face if she said that to her. What a stupid, rude little woman. Her pace is fast, and she ignores the small pain in her feet from walking so much in the new shoes. She's been in much worse pain before, this is nothing in comparison. Though, she nearly trips when one person gets directly in her way. Nyla curses in French, looking down to them with an annoyed expression. The human child looks absolutely frightened, and her expression softens when she realizes that. "My bad, little one. Run off to your parents," she speaks gently, giving them a little nudge. The kid stares at her for a few more seconds, before running down the sidewalk. Nylaathria brushes down her skirt, before continuing towards her apartment building. The doorman greets her with a nod as she slips inside. OOC: Scene closed. Thanks Bethan for joining! |
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