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Post by Jules on Feb 8, 2008 21:06:37 GMT -5
Zizzy gave him a sincere smile. Now that all her indegressions agaisnt him seem to have been cleared, things might be a bit easier. Unless she suddenly discovered he was violently allergic to electricity, or terrified of storms, or was actually standing on his feet.
"Probably not as disruptive. I've got a talent, it seems." This time, she seemed sincere enough. He was probably dropping hints a plent for her to leave him alone, but she didn't really feel like picking them up. It wasn't every day a girl got to talk to a Prince, and it probably wouldn't happen again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 23:39:47 GMT -5
"Quite the talent," he agreed with dry humor.
A few well-used escape routes surfaced to his mind, but oddly, he didn't feel the need to use them. Not yet. This was still solitude; they were just experiencing the same solitude at the same time. Then again, he didn't have much experience carrying about a decent conversation. He plunged ahead anyway.
"Tell me about yourself, Zizzy."
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 0:01:21 GMT -5
She blinked. Hadn't he just been shy? And now he was bluntly asking her about herself? Zizzy guessed that this was probably more due to a lack of social skills then tactlessness. Besides, she didn't mind.
"It's a short story." She said with a laugh, and decided she was going to sit down to tell it. He could stay standing if he liked though, Zizzy didn't paticularly care.
"What would you like to know? I could babble endlessly if it was everything, but I'm pretty sure I'd put you into a coma."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 0:16:44 GMT -5
He followed her lead and sat next to her. Definitely still peaceful, he decided.
"You can tell me whatever you'd like. I can't say that I care about your history. Just who you are now."
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 0:56:26 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed.
"I don't have much of one anyways. But who am I now? I'm pretty young for a Nightmare. I hate rubber. I like chinese food, and anything so spicy it makes my eyes water. I love electronics. I'm a complete nerd. Good knock knock jokes are rare, so you gotta love them." She paused, first realizing that she was more listing off what she liked and disliked. Secondly realizing she was babbling. Taking a deep breath, Zizzy shrugged. "I don't really know who am I? I haven't been through enough to really define myself beyond what I scare as. Which really isn't much of a definitions."
She looked over at him, hoping that hadn't come out as cheesy at it had sounded to her.
"What about you?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 1:05:42 GMT -5
He narrowed his eyes, studying her thoughtfully. The crease between his brows smoothed and his eyes crinkled, though he did not smile. "You're very honest and forthright," he said softly. "A noble trait. I hope, being young, that you don't lose it."
As the question turned on him, his mouth tightened and he turned to stare out at the waves. The water reflected oddly against his eyes. "Not much to me," he muttered. He glanced back at her and one side of his mouth went up. "I like Chinese food too."
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 1:23:03 GMT -5
"I hope so too. I could not juggle more then two lies at once." She remembered silently a few fatal attempts at hiding something big from others. She'd been figure out in hours, mostly because her cheeks glowed heavily when she was lying. Stupid embedded lie detector.
She caught his eye and smiled slightly. He was quiet, but that wasn't such a bad thing. And he didn't seem bothered by her previous babbling.
"You do? We should get some sometime." If she took a moment to think this over, Zizzy might've been floored by the fact she was asking the Prince of Nightmares to go get Chinese with some nobody sometime. He'd probably say something polite and then she'd never hear from him again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 1:36:44 GMT -5
He stared at her blankly, trying not to look as surprised as he felt. After over centuries of living, he didn't think he'd ever been invited to eat somewhere by a girl. Especially one he'd just met. It was a foreign sensation and he wasn't sure he liked it.
"Why not now?" he asked, simply because why not now, if they both liked it so much. It was nearing lunch time. After he'd said it though, he realized how presuming and unconventional it was. However, being raised by two egotisical parents stopped him from muttering the additional, "....if you want," that he wanted to.
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 1:50:21 GMT -5
It might've been presuming if Zizzy wasn't the largest slacker Morpheus had probably ever seen. "I've got nothing better to do." Surprised he hadn't just brushed off her quite forward invitation and ran off to the castle, she smiled. Zizzy stood and brushed off the seat of her pants.
"I've been hankering for it now for a while." Zizzy felt slightly odd. What if someone saw them? The Prince and some unimportant Nightmare at a random Chinese restuarant? Princes should be hanging with the social elite. Zizzy was not the social elite. "You got anything else tucked behind those rocks? A horse, by any chance?" She joked.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 2:08:44 GMT -5
"What?" He stopped being amused by her use of the word 'hankering' and blinked in confusion. "Oh." His eyes widened a little. "Yes. Hold on a moment."
He stood to his feet and climbed between the two carefully arranged rocks and retrieved his weapon artillery. He tugged on his boots, gloves and cloak, and then arranged the variety of weapons to his person. He jumped off the rocks and strolled back, looking quite formidable in his I-do-nothing-but-train-by-myself get up, excusing the fact that he was still more or less damp.
"When I said there wasn't much to me, I was speaking meta-physically," he explained with a trace of apology.
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 2:21:09 GMT -5
"By jove." She declared mockingly when he returned. "I'm surprised the rock was big enough to hide that all." But it was all friendly jest, and she didn't really get why he was apologizing. Oh well. It wasn't as though he was being profuse about it. "All ready, then?"
She hadn't brought anything besides herself to the lake.
"So, why?" She asked, indicated the weaponry now over-adorning him, making him much more formidable. Zizzy hypothesized that she would not have started to talk to him so easily had she first seen him with the artillery.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 2:28:32 GMT -5
Well, she wasn't slowly inching away from him at least.
"Why?" he asked, a shade tiredly. He took the initiative and began the walk from the lake back to Chimera. Because I don't have any real powers. No electrocuting people out of the water for me. He shifted his bow on his shoulder, exhaling carefully.
"Well, because." He glanced at her, dead serious. "You never know when you may need to simultaneously pierce, slice and puncture someone."
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 2:34:54 GMT -5
Zizzy was surprised by his intensity, but none the less, responded with a light "Suppose you don't. Especially in Chimera." She didn't really care around weapons, but it was a common practice, if not to the extent that Armand had taken it too. She detected something odd about the way he'd deflected her question and it had piqued her curiousty.
She walked along side him. "Are you often presented with these opppurtunities?" she asked, wondering if people often proffered themselves to be sliced and diced by Prince Armand. Maybe he had assasination attempts every other day. Maybe his scaring ability wasn't strong enough to protect him. Unfortunately, niether was Zizzy's. It had been the water that had amplified her power, but she on her own couldn't produce that much electricity without a cloud, which was incredibly annoying to have hanging over her head.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 14:14:51 GMT -5
He chuckled softly. "I was kidding, mostly."
But he'd much rather keep things light, in jest. "I suppose I don't usually have to use them on a daily basis. It's just habit to have them with me." That, and he didn't usually spend time in public, so there was no reason to wonder if people might look at him like a quasi-ninja in need of psychiatric help.
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 16:43:19 GMT -5
"Alright, just don't get us kicked out of the restuarant." Zizzy may have been not the most sympathetic creature, but she could at least observe when there was something there. And Zizzy could tell there was something more to the weapons that he was admitting. She supposed it was normal enough. They'd only just met and it was unlikely they'd see eachother again. No need to get dark and heavy.
It didn't take long until the outskirts of Chimera began to pop up. Which made Zizzy wonder exactly where they were going to go, and how much it was going to cost. She didn't have so much money in her pocket, but she could probably get away with ordering a soup. Spiciness seemed to equate price, so that was, unfortanetly, out of grasp.
"Know anywhere good? I like Mao, it's just a few blocks away. It's not exactly the cleanest place, but it serves killer food."
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