Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 1, 2013 23:10:40 GMT -5
February 11, 23 CLE
The Sweaty Apple is a seedy tavern, south of Noxus' downtown streets. It's a place you go when you want to get drunk, forget about things, and leave a few worries floating in that smoky air.
One of the denizens of the bar was indeed there to erase some worries- there were lines in her face that were premature for her years, though they're invisible behind a veil of tobacco fog. The Screwdriver she's nursing is wiping those crinkles from the corners of her eyes, too- though the crow's feet, one can tell, are not usually there. Perhaps they've been stamped there by a crow, particularly, one in high command.
She sits in a fairly obscure corner of the bar, hidden behind one of the half-walls that conceals a booth from the vision. Her murky green eyes seem troubled, though their murkiness may only be affected by the deep haze which settles through the building. If one approached, they'd find a clarity hidden beneath thick mascara and silver lines along the edge of her eyelid- the cosmetics she wore provided an armor between the outside world and how she was feeling, which was exactly what she wanted right now.
A bloody crimson lipstick was heavy across her mouth, though impeccably applied- not a trace of it remained on the glass she drank from, nor was it smeared around her lips. It left her looking almost vampiric; not in the vein of subtler, kinder creatures, but of the hunters in the night, whose only purpose in wearing a glamour was to draw in their victims.
She planned on drawing in no victims tonight; it was a warning to those around her, much as her orange tights were. It's a shame they blend in with the smog here, she thinks, taking another long draw from her vodka-laced juice.
Recently, she'd joined a rebellion, then re-thought it, again and again until she was tired of thinking about it. Swain's rule may have been dishonorable, but if honor consisted of this much worry, this much constant concern...? She wasn't sure it was for her. At the same time-
Ugh. I came here to not think about this.
Raising her arm to attract the attention of a frazzled waiter, she could be seen in her booth, half-hidden though she was. A certain loneliness in her gestures indicated she might appreciate sympathetic company- but at the same time, she was guarded, keeping her cards close to her chest. It would depend on the company how she reacted.
Last Edit: Mar 1, 2013 23:10:54 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
Noxus was still a very new place for Nevin. He had moved there recently, but much of the city was still very alien to him. He heard of the sweaty apple from one of the traders he was conversing with the other day. Although he was not usually one for hanging out at bars, he felt that at the very least he would check it out.
He had what he would usually have on: black shirt, jeans and a pair of black combat boots. He really didn't feel like wearing anything particularly fancy that day. He just wanted to relax and maybe find someone to talk to.
When he entered a few of the patrons looked over to him, though most of them looked due to the odd way he looked. He was used to it, after so long of it happening it just didn't bother him like it used to. He eyed around the room before making a bee line to the bartender. He had ordered a simple Frejlordian ale, something that reminded him of his homeland.
When the bartender had brought him the ale he thanked him and paid for it. He would turn to look across the room again, glass now in hand. Through the foggy atmosphere he could make out a woman in the booth. She was noticeably beautiful. Even through the fog and the distance, he could make out her features. He had bit his lip considering weither or not to join her at the booth. He decided to walk over to the booth.
As he approached one could tell there was a slight hint of nervousness about him. Inadvertently, he accidentaly started cooling the air around him and the glass he held quickly became frosty. It was a bit of a side effect of his nervousness. Even after all these years, the magic he held was still hard to control.
"You look like you could use some company" he simply said as he approached her booth. he still did not seem to notice that he was still forming ice around his drink, but it was obvious that the frost was unnatural.
Rose looks up at the man- his height is the first thing she notices, then his drink. The ale is dark- Freljordian, perhaps, and she raises an eyebrow. Most people are here to get smashed and make mistakes, and unless he planned on having quite a lot of that, he wouldn't be succeeding in that goal. The boots marked him as either someone who got in fights, or someone who hunted for a living... the tattoos catch her eye, but she says nothing of them.
He seemed nervous- unusual. Most men were very straightforward, if drunk, and usually disgusting, crude- rude, especially, and she despised it. This was okay, though. If he was really nervous, then she had the upper hand, and that was more than allowed in her books.
The frost around his drink is what interests her, more than his appearance or his approach. She's been seeking someone to teach her forms of magic outside of fire; her mother is already an accomplished fire mage, so perhaps she can learn something new. Whether that would be on her own, or with the help of another, had yet to be seen.
The stranger tells her that she looks like she could use some company. Her clear eyes meet his, the silver around the edges hardening the stare rather more than a naked eye could. The expression on her face isn't cold, but she's not about to welcome him with open arms.
"Take a seat, then, and we'll see." A slow sip from her drink punctuates the pause. "What's up with the ice?" She nods at his glass to indicate the ice she means.
He caught her stare before taking a seat. It was quite hard for him to tell what went through her mind. He just assumed it likely just had to do with the way he looked. He was used to being stared at, so he really didn't put much thought into it. when she mentioned the ice he looked at the glass he was holding. He mentally slapped himself, realizing that he had did it again. It was an odd quirck he had, he often unconsciously created ice or dropped his body temperature when he became nervous or upset.
He set the glass down thinking for a brief moment in how to explain it. It was quite a long story, but he decided to keep it simple "Ah right, the ice. um... you see, i know a bit of magic. Mostly how to create ice" He exhaled a bit deeply trying to calm himself. he felt like he had been holding his breath. 'was i holding my breath?' he thought to himself.
"sometimes i accidentally create ice, when i get upset or nervous~" He explained. He knew that he looked nervous, and he was. there was no point in him trying to hide it.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 13:48:22 GMT -5
She raises an eyebrow as he sets the glass down- the ice around it began to dissipate, so it was clearly something he'd been doing. Calmly, she listens to his explanation, though a smile threatens the corners of her mouth; he was holding his breath until the very end of the little speech. Such open hesitance isn't common in Noxus- perhaps he's from elsewhere.
Her train of thought is interrupted as he offers the final piece of his explanation. "...when I get upset or nervous~" His tone of voice doesn't go unnoticed, but she pays it no heed. Flirtation, in this place, is an inevitability to deal with, and at least his is polite.
"So you don't know how to control it?" There's an almost-visible drop in her demeanor before she nods. "That's a shame. The name's Sonder, by the way."
She holds out a hand to shake, feeling a little more comfortable in giving her surname, as of yet. Should he accept the hand, it'll be warm- the heat under her skin is more noticeable than that of most people; she might even seem feverish.
Last Edit: Mar 2, 2013 13:48:50 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
He listened intently as she spoke, nodding slightly as she asked if he couldn't control his power. there were few that could help him with it, he met few mages in his lifetime that werent trying to kill him. There were even fewer that would even be willing to help, much less talk to the man.
It was a bit odd for him to have someone that was nice enough to hold a conversation, especially in Noxus. Most people when they looked at him would quickly say 'go away' or simply stare. when she gave her name and brought out her hand, he smiled a bit. He would return the gesture holding out his own hand to shake hers.
"Pleasure to meet you miss Sonder, my name is Nevin." His hands were quite cold even compared to a normal persons body temperature, likely due to his still nervousness. When he felt the contact of her skin on his hand, he noticed the considerable difference in body temperature. it would seem he wasn't the only one with an unusual body temperature.
His nerves jittered at the warm contact. He would look at their hands. there was a barely noticeable shift in the air around their hands, likely due to the air trying to cope with the difference in temperature.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 15:00:59 GMT -5
Under any other circumstances... she would have told him to leave, but the ice looked like a potential tutor, to her. Maybe they could learn from each other; she had a number of textbooks at her apartment that she'd be willing to share, if he'd be willing to teach her. At the same time- that would be assuming she wasn't a dirtbag like most of the men in Noxus, but so far, he didn't seem it.
Rose was, at first, tempted to stare. Facial tattoos, even in Noxus, were unusual, and they didn't look to provide any indication of his origins. On the other hand... she was used to stares. People on the streets, especially men, were prone to conduct entire conversations with her chest.
"You're not from around here, are you? And it's just Sonder, no need for a title." The cool skin of his hand forced her to suppress a shiver. She was used to the difference between herself and that of a normal person, but this was a much more marked sensation of cold. Perhaps it had to do with his magic, just as hers. The smile that had threatened her features earlier returned, though small, and she nods at the seat.
The young mage takes her hand from his as she sits, not wanting to encourage him any more than she had. Noting the darkness of the corner table, she blinks- now that someone was sitting with her, she may as well light the candle, and allow him to see her more clearly.
Snapping her fingers to produce a small flame, she presses it to the wick of each candle stump on the edge of the table, lighting them fairly handily.
When they finished shaking, he brought his hand back down on to the table. He nodded when she spoke, noting to remember to just call her Sonder "alright then, Sonder." He watched as she made a flame with her fingers. It was a bit of a shock to him, as much as her warm skin. He would have to inquire about that, but later though. She asked him a question and it would be rude of him not to answer it.
"You would be right, I'm not from around here. I was born in Freljord. I recently moved here, less then a week ago." As he was speaking he began to notice her features more. The candle made a warm light dance on the features of her face. Now that it was clearer to see her face, he could see her beauty even more. While he liked the fact he could see her clearly, he kind of wished he couldn't because it made him more nervous.
he went to grab his glass from the table to take a sip of his ale. The ice began to form again around the sides of the glass, and began to seep into the liquid. He tried his best not to stare at her. It would have been rude of him. He knew all too well how uncomfortable it was to be stared at, although for him it was a different reason to stare at her, then people usually stared at him for.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 16:12:12 GMT -5
She was grateful for the slight suppression of magic that her corset granted; without it, the candles likely would have exploded. The curiosity in his face is clear enough, but she decides to wait until he asks to assuage it.
"How'd you end up in the Sweaty Apple a week after getting here?" A laugh escapes her, and it's a more honest sound than she would have cared to admit without the aid of a few drinks. "This isn't exactly a tourist trap."
The waiter finally stops by the table, and she waves him over, ordering a Flamespitter.
Ice forms when he's nervous, hm? An awful lot of it is forming now... It was practically a guarantee that it was her appearance affecting his nerves, though she wouldn't mention it. His face could have been considered attractive as well, she supposed, even if the tattoos were a little barbaric. Then again, she had quite a few piercings along her ears- that wasn't too different, right?
Last Edit: Mar 2, 2013 16:13:01 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
He would smile a bit when she laughed. he thought her laugh was nice, her voice in general in fact. It was odd for him to have a woman laughing around him, it was nice. When the waiter came by, he asked for the same ale. he was about half way done with the one he had, but figured he would need another one shortly to calm his nerves abit, without making him completely drunk, he wouldn't want that.
He turned back to her, taking a sip of his ale. "I was talking with a trader a few days ago. I had finished doing a bit of business with him, and after a bit of small talk he suggested it to me. He said it 'wouldn't be as likely to "rough up the new guy".' he said with a light chuckle.
he looked towards the candle then back to her. "I do kind of wonder about yourself, namely your own ability to create fire." He was fairly curious about it. He thought it Ironic that she would happen to have magic ability, and have it be a polar opposite to his own ice ability. 'life isn't without a sense of irony it seems' he thought to himself.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 17:27:33 GMT -5
His smile softens his face somewhat, which makes him look a little less imposing. It's comforting, though she knows better than to base such things on appearance. He seems- decent, and his origins in Freljord indicate he might be more trustworthy than most.
What landed him in Noxus, though...? She brushes the thought aside. The weight of her small dagger in her pocket is a comforting presence, and with it, she can take care of herself. He doesn't appear to be even carrying weapons, and he's not wearing any armor that she can see.
"Well- this tavern's just as likely to rough up someone as anyone else, but it's slightly lesser known- hence, my curiosity." She exaggerates the formality of the last few words, making a joke out of the higher diction.
When he asks about the fire, she nods, anticipating she might be questioned about it. "My mother was a fire mage, so it's something of an innate skill. That's all I can do so far, though." The candle flame flickers as she looks into it, reflecting in her eyes. There's some sadness there- perhaps over her lack of skill- though if he mentioned it, she'd deny it with fierce determination.
Amusing that he'd be able to manipulate ice, though. ...That could be interesting.
he had chuckled a bit when she made a bit of a joke as she commented on the place. it was a bit unusual for her to be at least accepting of him so far. Most wouldn't give him the time of day, much less talk to him for so long. it was refreshing
when he explained about her power, he was impressed, though her aparent sadness she had when she looked at the candle concerned him a bit."well that is quite the skill you have" He complimented. "Certainly better than what I can do. I can only create a little ice, thats about it. It really isn't as impressive as what you can do." He said, in the hopes it would make her feel a little better at least. In reality he could do a bit more then just create a little ice, but he always tended to underplay or shrug off his own ability. He never did like to brag.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 18:26:39 GMT -5
As he'd hoped, it brings a small smile to her face. "I suppose- I just wish it had a bit more utility. Without conscious thought, I've been known to blow things up; it's not useful." Her shoulders rise and fall as she gestures- a few sparks flicker at her fingertips, punctuating her point about conscious thought. Were it not for the armor sewn into her corset, she'd likely have set a few small fires- but as it is, they fizzle out quickly.
I'd planned on asking if he could teach me, but it looks like that might not be viable. Ah well- at least it'll help keep my mind off things. But maybe an outside opinion could be helpful...?
She reads like an open book, as much as she'd like to put up a front- and the alcohol hasn't helped her powers of deceit any. It looks as though she wants to ask a question, but is uncertain how much she can tell him.
He nodded as she explained her power to him. He still found it amazing and useful. When she created the sparks on her fingertips, he looked intently. The sparks catching his eye as they soon flickered away. "that sounds alot like the similar issue i have with my power. Regardless, I still think you do quite well for yourself." he commented as he took another sip of his ale, finishing the first one of finally.
He had taken note of her features. She had a look on her as if she wanted to say, or ask something. He didn't know if it was something he had done or said, but it did concern him a bit. "Is something on your mind, Sonder? you look like you want to say something." he asked in a soft and concerned tone, wondering what might be bothering her.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 19:14:50 GMT -5
"Ah-" For the first time since he's seen her, she seems hesitant. "Just have a lot on my mind. Let's see, you got here a week ago... you probably haven't heard about the Exile's speech?" The words escape her before she can check them; the alcohol's loosened her tongue somewhat. The way he asked was nicer than the typical way one might; apparently Freljordians were more polite.
So much for their barbarism, hm?
She takes a long sip from the Flamespitter; if he hasn't heard about the speech, this'll be a long story.
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