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paixaorpg2006-10-02 02:17 am
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Everyone's Invited! [complete]
Character(s): Miyabi, Kiriwar, Inu, and B. Jenet. More are welcome!
Content: Paixao's albino settled to have a drink with Kiri-kins, but later it expanded to a party...
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Drunkenness.
Her wound stung a little, but it went away as soon as she spotted a shabby yet somehow welcoming tavern. Beside the medium-sized shack was a water tower with painted flames. Miyabi raised a brow at this, finding it ironically amusing. She sighed, tugging one side of her mouth.
Pushing the chipping wood door, the swordswoman's heels clicked as she calmly proceeded towards the main bar counter.
"Sure is dark," she murmured.
Illuminated eyes investigated the inside: painted walls with different art styles, almost clashing yet harmonizing; soft, exotic music played somewhere in the tavern; a hearty laugh bursted from some dark corner, and the slamming of mugs and chinging of glasses echoed here and there. What a homey and mellow feeling--something she didn't quite expect. The white-haired woman took a seat, exhaling as if she had held her breath for weeks. The seat spun, and she was slightly delighted by that; thus, swinging to the side so that her knees faced the counter's hardwood board, she leaned on an arm and began to inquire of the drinks this prayer had to offer.
Content: Paixao's albino settled to have a drink with Kiri-kins, but later it expanded to a party...
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Drunkenness.
Her wound stung a little, but it went away as soon as she spotted a shabby yet somehow welcoming tavern. Beside the medium-sized shack was a water tower with painted flames. Miyabi raised a brow at this, finding it ironically amusing. She sighed, tugging one side of her mouth.
Pushing the chipping wood door, the swordswoman's heels clicked as she calmly proceeded towards the main bar counter.
"Sure is dark," she murmured.
Illuminated eyes investigated the inside: painted walls with different art styles, almost clashing yet harmonizing; soft, exotic music played somewhere in the tavern; a hearty laugh bursted from some dark corner, and the slamming of mugs and chinging of glasses echoed here and there. What a homey and mellow feeling--something she didn't quite expect. The white-haired woman took a seat, exhaling as if she had held her breath for weeks. The seat spun, and she was slightly delighted by that; thus, swinging to the side so that her knees faced the counter's hardwood board, she leaned on an arm and began to inquire of the drinks this prayer had to offer.