Post by Batman on Mar 22, 2017 23:33:04 GMT -5
The figure dresssed in a 21st century gray business suit with a red dress shirt collared up to his throat stepped into the tavern. The features one would notice about him immediately were the fiery blonde hair spiked up and with two blonde curls on each side of his head gnarled in the shape of demonic horns. His aura of charisma stretched into the hearts of everyone around him bolstering their emotional energy. The damned and the forsaken would feel the darkness within them charge with fervor and rejuvenation by their Lord’s presence, not that he regarded himself as their Lord anymore, for you see Lucifer <I>quit Hell just as he had quit Heaven.</I> Lucifer approached the bar and conjured a Vodka martini into his hand. Those hazel eyes studied and waited for a person of use to him to arrive, those glossy amber eyes made of serpentine design and reptilian scales surrounding them did their best to camouflage into his human-like skin color.
O-Ren Ishii "No... no... kohai. Make sure that Sophie is settled for the evening. I will return later this evening, or perhaps tomorrow." Her tone was soft as she murmured into her cellphone, her right hand blocking the screen and her mouth as if she desired to obfuscate her voice. After a few moments, the call ended, and the phone was placed down onto the table before her with a delicate sigh. The woman, petite in stature, was clad in a kimono of mostly snow white; silvery pale snowflakes embroidered thruout the fabric. Her hidden blade, at her side and her hair, affixed in an upward twist and secured in a bun. Her skin, the color of pale sandstone and her eyes, a dark chocolate and a light scent of orchids lingered in the close proximity of the woman. A heated flask of high caliber, nestled before her and alongside a small stack of notepads and a pen. Her dark gaze peered up towards their new guest with curious intent. Almost a protective stance, despite the subtlety of the action.
Airen Well, now it seemed that the place was picking up. Gently looking up from her book, a smile formed on those pouty lips as she gazed around the tavern itself. Right now, this seemed to be the only place she enjoyed going do that did not make her want to burn it down. Perhaps she should bring her small circle of friends here, at the least, there is never that obnoxious male who comes about, incoherent, or inebriate that pull right up to your table and makes you regret your vow of not harming humans. But, let us not dwell of the past. Gently the woman raised her hand, and a waiter approached. She ordered a simple bloody mary, and to hold the mary, and he looked at her for a moment, before he moved and told the bartender her thirst. The male soon returned with her drink, and she smiled under her hat, gently taking the glass, holding her pinky out as she placed her glass to her lips, and then pulled away, a sigh leaving her before she gently stuck her tongue out, and ran it against her-
Airen lips and skin, before her tongue found its way back in her mouth, and once more, the glass also found its way back to her lips, taking small to moderate sips. Tis was going to be a long night.-E
His keen eyes took note of the woman's apprehension, it was admirable to see a smart creature that assessed a genuine threat where it existed. He had no intention of smiting anyone today, but sometimes fools forced his hand. Lucifer allowed very few 'mistakes' to be made in terms of influence of his agenda. And if one person thought they could getaway with disrespecting Lucifer, well...then there would be many of Lucifer's enemies looking to do the same, for this reason his pride was strong and his arrogance well supported by historic facts. He spoke with ease to the woman that his serpentine eyes fixated upon. "Hello..." He stated with a warm voice and a sharp edge to indicate he wasn't a man of mixed words. "I don't suppose I've done anything to warrant your blade's thirst?" [c]
He took to approaching her the teasing sensation guilt tickled the back of her neck like fingers dancing upon the skin as an indication that she should put as much distance between herself and the man as possible. "<i<b>L</b>ucifer <b>M</b>orningstar.</i>...How do you do?" The other woman, Airen hadn't quite made it on the Fallen Angel's radar, the woman was low profile and minding her own, it seemed.
O-Ren Ishii She was a woman who was eternally cautious, especially when in proximity to those she cares deeply for. If she had been alone, perhaps the caution would be slightly less. She was not afraid of death, but perhaps there was something to be said for things worse than death itself. The damned and the infernal, being feasted upon by the fiends and being serenaded by the cacophonous wails of the condemned. It was something that O-Ren perhaps had glimpsed upon near death, and it was something that made her contemplate. A nod was given to Lucifer's greeting. "Konbanwah." She stated in a light tone upon his approach to her large private booth, her eyes remained locked on him and taking in the finest of details about him. "No, and I would prefer it to remain that way." It was she alone who dictated who she would keep a distance with, be it near or far - no one else dared to have a say in her motivations and actions. She, too, had a sense of pride to her person and she has considered that +
O-Ren Ishii that right hard earned through her years of strife, struggle, combat and discipline. She had felt the fine hairs prickle at the nape of her neck, and she noted the sensation. She made no motion as if she noticed it.
O-Ren Ishii "No... no... kohai. Make sure that Sophie is settled for the evening. I will return later this evening, or perhaps tomorrow." Her tone was soft as she murmured into her cellphone, her right hand blocking the screen and her mouth as if she desired to obfuscate her voice. After a few moments, the call ended, and the phone was placed down onto the table before her with a delicate sigh. The woman, petite in stature, was clad in a kimono of mostly snow white; silvery pale snowflakes embroidered thruout the fabric. Her hidden blade, at her side and her hair, affixed in an upward twist and secured in a bun. Her skin, the color of pale sandstone and her eyes, a dark chocolate and a light scent of orchids lingered in the close proximity of the woman. A heated flask of high caliber, nestled before her and alongside a small stack of notepads and a pen. Her dark gaze peered up towards their new guest with curious intent. Almost a protective stance, despite the subtlety of the action.
Airen Well, now it seemed that the place was picking up. Gently looking up from her book, a smile formed on those pouty lips as she gazed around the tavern itself. Right now, this seemed to be the only place she enjoyed going do that did not make her want to burn it down. Perhaps she should bring her small circle of friends here, at the least, there is never that obnoxious male who comes about, incoherent, or inebriate that pull right up to your table and makes you regret your vow of not harming humans. But, let us not dwell of the past. Gently the woman raised her hand, and a waiter approached. She ordered a simple bloody mary, and to hold the mary, and he looked at her for a moment, before he moved and told the bartender her thirst. The male soon returned with her drink, and she smiled under her hat, gently taking the glass, holding her pinky out as she placed her glass to her lips, and then pulled away, a sigh leaving her before she gently stuck her tongue out, and ran it against her-
Airen lips and skin, before her tongue found its way back in her mouth, and once more, the glass also found its way back to her lips, taking small to moderate sips. Tis was going to be a long night.-E
His keen eyes took note of the woman's apprehension, it was admirable to see a smart creature that assessed a genuine threat where it existed. He had no intention of smiting anyone today, but sometimes fools forced his hand. Lucifer allowed very few 'mistakes' to be made in terms of influence of his agenda. And if one person thought they could getaway with disrespecting Lucifer, well...then there would be many of Lucifer's enemies looking to do the same, for this reason his pride was strong and his arrogance well supported by historic facts. He spoke with ease to the woman that his serpentine eyes fixated upon. "Hello..." He stated with a warm voice and a sharp edge to indicate he wasn't a man of mixed words. "I don't suppose I've done anything to warrant your blade's thirst?" [c]
He took to approaching her the teasing sensation guilt tickled the back of her neck like fingers dancing upon the skin as an indication that she should put as much distance between herself and the man as possible. "<i<b>L</b>ucifer <b>M</b>orningstar.</i>...How do you do?" The other woman, Airen hadn't quite made it on the Fallen Angel's radar, the woman was low profile and minding her own, it seemed.
O-Ren Ishii She was a woman who was eternally cautious, especially when in proximity to those she cares deeply for. If she had been alone, perhaps the caution would be slightly less. She was not afraid of death, but perhaps there was something to be said for things worse than death itself. The damned and the infernal, being feasted upon by the fiends and being serenaded by the cacophonous wails of the condemned. It was something that O-Ren perhaps had glimpsed upon near death, and it was something that made her contemplate. A nod was given to Lucifer's greeting. "Konbanwah." She stated in a light tone upon his approach to her large private booth, her eyes remained locked on him and taking in the finest of details about him. "No, and I would prefer it to remain that way." It was she alone who dictated who she would keep a distance with, be it near or far - no one else dared to have a say in her motivations and actions. She, too, had a sense of pride to her person and she has considered that +
O-Ren Ishii that right hard earned through her years of strife, struggle, combat and discipline. She had felt the fine hairs prickle at the nape of her neck, and she noted the sensation. She made no motion as if she noticed it.