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Entry tags:
- * event - blind dates,
- bonechill (mario),
- canas (fire emblem),
- cyrus (pokemon),
- doopliss (mario),
- falkner (pokemon),
- ghor (metroid),
- giovanni (pokemon),
- hawke (advance wars),
- izzy/zubat (pokemon),
- joshua (fire emblem),
- lash (advance wars),
- link (zelda; twilight princess),
- lyn (fire emblem),
- max (advance wars),
- ocelot (metal gear),
- pit (kid icarus),
- rhys (fire emblem),
- rouge (sonic the hedgehog),
- sable (animal crossing),
- sabrina (pokemon),
- samus aran (metroid),
- slippy toad (starfox),
- tony (mother),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon),
- volgin (metal gear),
- weavile (pokemon)
BLIND DATES GROUP 2
What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.
[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!
The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.
Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.
Find your table!
OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.
[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!
The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.
Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.
Find your table!
OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]
no subject
It was strange to be in such an unfamiliar atmosphere, with odd music and odd furniture. Taking out a coin to occupy his time, Joshua fiddled with it by clinking it across the fingers on his hand as he waited for the other person that would supposedly show up.He had signed up by going with the flow, really.
Besides, lady luck said today would be a good day.
no subject
Someone must have slipped his name into these damn things again, but at Raikov's urging, Volgin roused himself to go, reminding himself of some of the bodies that he had seen around the campus. It must have been Raikov's idea that he was trundling here in the first place, if to get him out of the dorm to do something other than drive his fists through the latest arrivals at the junkyard.
Not that this ... "blind date" concept guaranteed anything willingly.
(Like that stopped him.)
So the scar-faced giant was there, checking the information and... that must be him. He rose a brow, double-checking and...
My my.
Upon making his approach to the table, he might have triple-checked, even: This was no bratty bitch of a... "koopa", but quite a fetching man in... rather interesting garb. A uniform, perhaps? He had never seen him around here before. Not many men had his Ivan's tastes either. Volgin had come to accept whatever reactions there were to his massive physique, almost none of them positive. He did not care. (Acts of brutal sadism worked well for muscle tone.)
This was too good to be true.
Volgin's strides were confident and powerful, and there he was, playing innocent as much as a man with half face could. The card delicately pinched between two massive fingers, the giant's gaze roving over this possible newcomer. Such a lovely face. Maybe Volgin should have reconsidered and opted out of striding over in a turtleneck and slacks. And jackboots.
(And rubber gloves.)
"Table D76, yes?"
This will end well.
A gut feeling told him that he would have to watch his actions, and construct his words very carefully.
"Bingo," Joshua said to Volgin with a flash of a grin after smoothly slipping his coin back into his pocket, thin hand raising to show the card that he had. When compared to the giant, Joshua looked much more lean than usual - his waist probably at least half of Volgin's. It was a touch disappointing to find out that his dining partner wasn't going to be a beautiful women like he hoped, but Joshua could roll with the punches.
This will be MAGICAL. ... or at least sparkly.
His dress aside, he had donned his political mode of socialization not unlike his dealings at the Kremlin or some such; he was willing to spare the fewest pleasantries he could squeeze out of his violent self for a face not unlike his Vanya. And he loved every inch of his snowy, perfect Vanya.
(Wonder where he was.)
"A pleasure, then." The usual barbs of his voice had been retracted, for now. He still had something of a strong accent. "I'm Yevgeny."
IT ALREADY IS SPARKLY!
*TWINKLE*
"Yes."
The Soviet had noted that pause in Joshua's words. He sat there, with all the tension of waiting for a very adverse reaction when the realization hit.
Three... two... one... and...
*SHINES*
"Well, it can just be a get to know each others as friends thing. 'Stead of a date. How's that sound?" he played with the small card with nimble fingers, bright grin returning to his face. He wasn't one to overly care about appearances, nor was he easily intimidated. Mainly, he didn't really care that much about those aspects, unless the person proved to be a dangerous one.
omg a shiny *grabs pokeball*
To that, he adjusted himself in his chair. Damn thing was too small for him, like everything else. Creeak, shuffle, groan.
"Oh. How disappointing." Volgin leaned in. "But you're still here, with a face like mine..." A chuckle. "I suppose that would merit some credit for you, Joshua." As he pulled back, he tasted the name on his tongue, let it roll off.
/USES SELF DESTRUCT
With a wave of a hand Joshua dismissed Volgin's words, not backing away but not leaning forward like he did. "I've seen worse," he remarked. "And now I'm earning credits?" The question wasn't serious, meant more as a joke. It was hard to tell that Joshua felt a tad uncomfortable with how Volgin had said his name, and there was still no obvious visible reaction.
SUNNUVAAAAAHHH...!
Hm.
"So, your..." He was looking for an appropriate word. "... Outfit. Tell me about it."
He took a moment to see if they were in the smoking section or not. As the realization that the Soviet Union was dead sunk in deeper and his time in the military, his privilege, and wealth grew further and further behind him, he had been filling the gap with cigar smoke. The giant had been smoking more than usual. He could use one now.
MUAHAHAHAHA
"My outfit?" The thought that his clothing was weird hadn't occurred to Joshua, his head tilting downwards and gaze shifting to quickly examine the garb. "It's what every swordmaster wears," he shrugged, not sure what to say about it. Though his might have a slight spin to it, a bit fancier than the usual - due to how he had received it from someone in the palace a long time ago. When he had left, the outfit was brought along for the day when he could dub himself a swordmaster instead of a myrmidon - a level higher.
wibble~~~ 8<
Now, the simple mention of "swordsmaster" brought a piqued brow.
"You speak as if it is a common thing." His tone was that of an observer: Some of the residents of the Academy had very much indicated they were from another sort of existence. Although, as far as the giant could tell, any indication of magic might as well have been a fancy, obtuse term for what was properly termed napalm. "Where are you from?"
/fainted
"Jehanna, in magvel," he then said, voice turning fond and almost reminiscent. As much as the desert hated him, it was still his home and his land. Including the people, the society, the culture, his right to rule and right to protect. The experience of dining in a modern restaurant was not something that Joshua was familiar with, thus he had no idea about if the food was late - or even early, in a fancy place like this.
"And you?" Volgin's appearance was unrecognizable to any certain region that Joshua knew of, and certainly dissimilar to the airy clothes that he was used to seeing in Jehanna. The weather there was hot and dry, never cold and wet.