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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 3, 2014 14:38:36 GMT -6
There wasn't a single thing that Romal did that would scare her, and even though she jumped with the sudden smashing of the vase; it wasn't because she was afraid. Short of his becoming a sacrificial lamb, she was okay with whatever her friend did. Though she frowned each time he injured himself and grabbed his hand to drag him to sit down in front of her. Unfolding his curled fingers she dipped her own in his blood and drew an alchemy circle around the palm, picking out the shards with her nails; purposely causing him pain to make him forget. "It's okay Mal. I'm fine, you're fine, Nero's a prick; the world is as it should be for the time being."
Glancing up at him she flashed him a smile before returning to her work, the electricity sparked to life and danced along her hair and body. Palm placed over his the energy flowed through him, though this time she was pulling his own energy and cycling it through her chi currents, adding a few things here and there that would help him heal without making him a walking spark plug. It was just the shifting of his energy, distributing it out to keep him balanced while healing him at the same time. When it was done Azrae examined his hand, happy with the handy work. "The good thing about being my roomie? You never have to go to a hospital, I'm like a Swiss Army knife. I even open beer bottles."
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Post by Romal on Feb 3, 2014 14:46:59 GMT -6
He went to her and sat down as she pushed him into the chair all of it with ease his body not having any hint of fight in it for her. The combination of her letting up and his hand had pulled him back for now and he concentrated to make it work, it was his closest call with slipping up since he had met her again. He nodded lowering his head to watch when she started to try and verbally sooth him while extricating the foreign bodies from his palm it hurt but he had been through much worse so he wouldn't complain.
He caught her smile and smiled back feeling he owed her as much after his display and he would sit quietly now until she finished with his hand, there would be no arguing it.
"Thanks" he flexed his fingers looking at it only the slightest pink of fresh skin was a reminder unless you knew it was there you'd never know,
"I always liked Swiss Army knives"
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 3, 2014 14:55:06 GMT -6
"Must be why you took a liking to me right away. Do you remember when we first met? You were all high and mighty, not wanting me to mess with your hair; and you kept shying away from me even though I kept harassing you." She laughed at the memory, simply because it was some of the best times of her life and he had been such a vain guy back then. He'd let himself go lately, but that didn't make him any less attractive. Reaching up she poked his cheek and then stroked it, smiling warmly. "Even though you have bed head, you're still good looking. I think the two different colored eyes make you more dashing. Like Zorro."
Her hand fell away and she sighed, stretching out some though content that they had their own little world to retreat to. How had they gotten so damaged? "Do you want me to hunt down some Absinthe so we can get piss-face-drunk?" A glimmer of the devil in her eye, ready for trouble.
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Post by Romal on Feb 3, 2014 15:02:38 GMT -6
He called back the memories Azrae spoke about and some of his own. They had laughed a lot back then and even when things started to go wrong or people got jealous over their relationship they were still so light and hadn't been corrupted or twisted by the evil that worked so hard to destroy them. His biggest priority was his family and his looks now it had become so deformed he didn't know what he wanted or what he was supposed to do.
He smiled though at the memories she evoked by reminding him of their first meeting he even managed a small laugh when she said he looked like Zorro.
"Maybe I should be a movie star then" He felt the calm her hand against his face caused and he wondered what he would have done without their friendship over the years, he probably wouldn't have made it out of hell the first time.
"Drunk sounds good. I haven't been drunk for years"
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 3, 2014 15:10:14 GMT -6
Laughing she shook her head, then leaned back and made a picture frame with her fingers, closing one eye and pretending to look at him from different angles. Hands moving around and head tilting this way or that when he mentioned being a movie star. "You totally should, you'd make Antonio Banderas look like a leper. Just don't become Batman, he and Robin have a weird relationship. Oh I know! Try out for the role of Maximus in Gladiator." She laughed again, good naturedly since they were on lighter subjects now, lips pursed in thought she got to her feet then.
"Drunk it is. I'll be back." Heading for the door Azrae left Romal to his thoughts as she went in search of alcohol for them. Drunk sounded like a great idea and it would probably backfire as many of the things they did together often did, but it didn't matter. It was a celebration.
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Post by Romal on Feb 3, 2014 15:41:29 GMT -6
He smiled as she mocked him framing him as though she were about to film him or take photo's he tried to hold still to let her play her game and even at one point managed a shit eaters grin for her.
"I don't know much about films" he shrugged not sure about most of the people she went on about.
She got up and left him alone while looking for alcohol. He walked to the window watching the streets wondering how many nights he would manage to stay here.
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 3, 2014 15:49:45 GMT -6
Azrae returned with a few bottles of Absinthe, none of them were labeled which meant that this wasn't the kind of alcohol you found at a legally owned shop. It was more than likely something she'd gotten at the black market, with someone only she knew about and trusted. Abracadabra - the black widow- hadn't changed her location, and only a few knew where she was. Her alcohol was the best around, and those that got to sample it were lucky to have found the shop. Only because Abracadabra had been wanted to be found.
When she returned Romal was standing by the window, looking out like he was in deep thought. She stood in the doorway and for a brief moment he transformed. Her eyes played tricks on her, showing him covered in blood and his features completely changed. He looked like Damien and one of the bottles she was holding in her hand crashed to the ground, shattering on impact. The sound made her jump, confused she blinked down, snapped out of her torment and stared at the glass at her feet. "Sorry, I umm... tripped."
Azrae's face was whiter than it normally was as she bent down and sliced open her palm, letting the blood drip and mingle with the alcohol before clapping her hands together and transmuting the bottle back to its original state, the liquid clean and clear jostling inside. Quickly she set the bottles down on the coffee table and set out two glasses, opening a few bottles with a grin. "This is the immortal's drink, what Zeus and the Olympians drink. It's contraband and more effective then the regular human alcohol."
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Post by Romal on Feb 3, 2014 16:00:26 GMT -6
His arms had folded over his chest as he settled on watching cars go back and forth into the night some more urgently then others, he couldn't remember the last time he had been in a car but he had never really enjoyed it, nor any vehicle not the way in which Caine enjoyed his motor bikes.
He wanted to open the window to get the air going around the room but he decided not to, keeping their space enclosed for just him.
The bottle smashing made him jump as he hadn't heard the door. He spun in time to see Azrae cut her hand and he moved over to help her but by the time he got there she had turned the bottle back to the state it should be in.
"Sounds like a good time in a bottle then" he murmured worried as he doubted she tripped.
"Your hand ok?"
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 3, 2014 16:08:28 GMT -6
After she poured him a glass she waved him off, holding her hand up for him to see that it had already healed. The same pink scar on her flesh but only for a little while. She downed her first shot and sighed, happily. "It's fine now, no worries. Swiss Army Knife, remember?"
Pouring herself another drink she raised a brow, waiting for him to pick his glass up. Then she remembered her other present and pulled out a comb from her pocket, getting to her feet and combing Romal's hair back and then parting it to the side with a grin. "Here you go Mr. Congeniality, I've bought you a comb for your dashing good looks and these silky tresses of yours; A-la Vanity Fair."
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Post by Romal on Feb 3, 2014 16:21:45 GMT -6
He smiled when she showed him her hand and it looked perfect he walked over and picked his own glass up where he filled it knocking it back with a little of a flinch at the strength of it. It was about time he had something with a kick he poured himself another one and held the bottle out for her.
He looked at the comb with a question but dipped his head down so she could do what she wanted to do. He laughed lightly as she combed it into the style he used to have it in.
"How kind of you" he took the comb looking it over. "You think of it all"
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 3, 2014 16:38:26 GMT -6
"Of course I do, I'm going to be your manager when you go to Hollywood. I can't be incompetent. We'll need to get you a car and some nice shades, then make you a stern silent type because you're not very good with people. The ladies will love you." She made a big deal out of it, holding out her arms and being dramatic even though it wasn't necessary. It was nice to pretend they could do other things and get away from their cursed, shitty lives every once in a while.
Holding out her glass for a refill she grinned, reaching over as if she were going to mess up his new/old hairdo. Though she could tell he enjoyed the drink, it really did have a nice kick. "To Hollywood and being sickeningly rich." Her glass clinked with his after her refilled it and she knocked it back, feeling the warmth spread through her body.
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Post by Romal on Feb 4, 2014 5:01:55 GMT -6
He decided to join with her game occasionally pulling one pose or the other a pout here a scowl there, jutting his chin out to the world all in the good nature of their distracting tactics. "You'd be a good manager, take no shit from anyone and you know where I am at all times anyway" he took a drink again getting another. It felt good to loosen up even though he knew he couldn't shake the shadow that was Nero in his mind. "I could develop a complex where I feel superior to everyone else, only eat fresh to the second food and develop a drink and drugs habit" he painted the picture though it wasn't believable "You could have a small dog in a handbag called Fifi"
Pouring her more when she moved for him to he downed his other allowing her to mess up the hairdo she had just arranged for him. Filling his glass once more he clinked his against hers. "To Hollywood, being rich and rehab" he smirked shooting back yet another drink planning on being so drunk nothing could reach him.
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 4, 2014 9:59:04 GMT -6
While he posed and she drank there was also a lot of giggling going on, his words were making sense for about one second before she forgot about it and instantly focused on the next slew of words. When he mentioned the stupid miniature dog in the handbag she slammed her empty glass on the coffee table. "Hey! Do I fucking look like Paris Hilton to you? I'm going to have an English Bulldog named Jacques!"
Refilling her glass Azrae smiled and clinked her glass with his. "To drugs, hopefully sex, and lots of alcohol! Oh yeah and rehab. Let's face it Mal, you need to get laid as much as I do."
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Post by Romal on Feb 4, 2014 10:06:22 GMT -6
He laughed as she had a temper tantrum about the fact he said she would have a little dog. He very much doubted Ashall and Jeko would be willing to take such small forms but the thought made him laugh more. "Oh Jacques sounds like you have already put a lot of thought into this Hollywood thing"
He could hear by her voice that she was getting drunk a little faster then him but then again he was bigger and he could feel the effects blurring everything slightly around him.
He clinked his glass against hers as she made a toast but he didn't comment on his sex life it was far to complicated with Lita. "Maybe I'll rent you a Male Prostitute for the day"
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Post by Azrae Sevar on Feb 4, 2014 10:17:40 GMT -6
Azrae choked on her drink just as he announced he would rent her a male prostitute, her nose wrinkled after she finished coughing up the alcohol which burned her throat and left it feeling more than a little raw. "No fucking way! What if he has crabs?! I'm sort of immortal, if he gives me crabs they might turn sort-of immortal!" She burst into another fit of giggles and poured herself more of the special absinthe.
It took her a few minutes to get back to the talk of Jacques and she frowned. Trying to remember what kind of dog she said she'd had. Then she thought of something else and grinned, taking another slower sip of her drink. "Of course, I'm your manager. I have to think of your future. And instead of getting me a male prosti why not just set me up with one of your brothers? Vaughan will do nicely."
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I am so happy to see that