Post by Lillith on Jan 14, 2005 19:44:08 GMT -5
The Diablo Chopper could be heard from far off, surely anyone within the tavern she had found would haven’t heard her arrival. Cowboy boots that managed to look old yet still decidedly feminine hit the dusty earth beneath her; the gentle tick ticking of the cooling engine all that could be heard. Her attire consisted of denim covered in leather chaps, a white tank top hugging the sweet curve of perfect mounds; her helmet black with mirrored lens. Hands small and delicate looking shifting to unbuckle the helmet strap and pull it free, shaking her platinum mane with a low grumble, her arm wiping over her brow. The gesture was to allow more so the twin Browning Hi-Powers to be seen nestled within her holster. Mercury hues gazed upon the tavern, as was per the norm a slight scowl marring her delicate brow, sweeping the area about her. With a snort she would stalk into the place, her helmet held within tight fingers, tossing shining strands from her face as she checked out those within the tavern. Boots would thud in a sure and steady manner upon the floor as she made her way through the place, the single silver spur adorning one giving off a gentle melodious chime,her skin a creamy tone, platinum mane falling past her shoulders, cascading down her back in silken waves, the Firestar 9mm tucked at the base of her spine. She did not slink through the shadows, not needing to hide, her sheer presence commanding attention, her natural scent of lilac washing through the room. She was Lillith Luminatti, and she had returned.It was time to play again it seemed. Those eyes of hers would gleam past tresses fallen over her lovely face, a coy grin tugging at rose petal lips. So very NOT the Lumination, but it would do…for now.
Toral: Every so often it was good to get away from the Lumination. In fact, it was good to get away from the place on a pretty regular basis, provided all his work there had been done. It could be hazardous to spend too much time there, with a crew of psychotic women and a bartender. Toral had already earned himself the enmity of half those women, and the bartender rarely spoke to him anyway. That was why he sometimes popped out of the Lumination grounds to check in to a different tavern, away from the usual... company, such as it was. Right now he was particularly interested in getting away for a while; if Aeron found out he'd followed her on her errand, she might choke him to death with plants. All of this was the reason behind Toral's entering this tavern, closing the door quietly. (C)
Toral: The tavern was far from the Lumination -- in distance as well as quality. Farther away than a man could ride in a day. But what the hell was teleportation for? Toral bore all his gear, though most of it was in a small pack on his back. What he wore extended to a white cloak, a green tunic, a pair of brown trousers, and a sword-belt. That sword-belt was hung with a rapier and a whip, balanced on opposite hips, as well as a number of small flasks. For a moment, as he scanned the room briefly with bright green eyes, he tried to tame the damage the wind had done to his fire-red hair. Unsuccessfully. He froze, though, and did a classic double-take when he saw none other than the owner of the Lumination -- who heretofore had been MIA as far as he knew -- quietly walking between tables.
Her easy gait and cool mannerisms were a facade really. Ever and always Lillith was ready for anything and everything. Even before she accepted her Power she had keen senses. Now? Now nothing really escaped her. Sounds, smells, and above all.. minds. She heard them all and so very easily. In fact, her recent.. vacation if one could call it had been to tame everything within her before she went ntirely mad. She had worked hard to close most everything and everyone off, allowing only the briefest bits in if only to keep tabs. It was this that allowed her to catch the surpise of toral as he saw her through the room. She would stop, standing still as stonewith her back to him, her head bowed slightly. The tavern lights danced sweetly over her glistening locks, perhaps he would be able to witness the tension that now flowed through her muscular yet still feminine shoulders. Soon enough she would speak, yetthose rosebud lips never moved. turning slowly, swirling hues of pure mercury settled upon Toral, the barest sign of a smile curling her mouth. Within his mind he would hear her, asilver-belled murmur, lilac washing over his senses. Indeed, he might be able to tell that Lillith was far from the woman he remembered. <i>Ah Toral. I'll assume that the gardens are in perfect order then? You being away from home that is..</i>
Toral: Far different indeed. The Lillith he remembered would probably not have betrayed even the smallest hint of a smile, only fried his brain with profanity and abuse that was really most unladylike. When the voice spoke in his head, he suffered another moment of startlement, but it was lesser and over more quickly, quickly enough for him to respond without hesitation. They were an hour ago, he thought back defensively. Unless Adonis struck a match too close to his brandy or Aeron decided to kill the place. He had some trouble establishing a mindlink that could allow for communication, but so long as someone else had established it, he was more than capable of carrying on a conversation. And you? Did the rock you've been hiding under become uncomfortable?
For many long moments she would stare upon him from across the room, seeming so very close, and yet miles away. Her smile would fade at his last remark, and there, the old Lillith he had come to know and love sprang forth. Almondesque eyes would narrow, her lips would thin and she would give a derisive snort, now finally speaking with her true voice. " Don't talk to me like you have any fuckin' clue about where I've been or what I've been doing. I'm surprised you're still around really. Still snooping I assume? Butting your nose in where it doesn't belong?" She would sneer, still even this look managed to give her an astounding beauty. Turning from him she would find a stool at the bar, smacking her palm upon the rough surface hard and calling to the tender. " Whiskey and a glass.. now." Glancing over her shoulder slightly she would speak to Toral again, her timbre now holding an agitated growl. " Sit down before you annoy me. I have questions and you will give me answers."
Toral: Every so often it was good to get away from the Lumination. In fact, it was good to get away from the place on a pretty regular basis, provided all his work there had been done. It could be hazardous to spend too much time there, with a crew of psychotic women and a bartender. Toral had already earned himself the enmity of half those women, and the bartender rarely spoke to him anyway. That was why he sometimes popped out of the Lumination grounds to check in to a different tavern, away from the usual... company, such as it was. Right now he was particularly interested in getting away for a while; if Aeron found out he'd followed her on her errand, she might choke him to death with plants. All of this was the reason behind Toral's entering this tavern, closing the door quietly. (C)
Toral: The tavern was far from the Lumination -- in distance as well as quality. Farther away than a man could ride in a day. But what the hell was teleportation for? Toral bore all his gear, though most of it was in a small pack on his back. What he wore extended to a white cloak, a green tunic, a pair of brown trousers, and a sword-belt. That sword-belt was hung with a rapier and a whip, balanced on opposite hips, as well as a number of small flasks. For a moment, as he scanned the room briefly with bright green eyes, he tried to tame the damage the wind had done to his fire-red hair. Unsuccessfully. He froze, though, and did a classic double-take when he saw none other than the owner of the Lumination -- who heretofore had been MIA as far as he knew -- quietly walking between tables.
Her easy gait and cool mannerisms were a facade really. Ever and always Lillith was ready for anything and everything. Even before she accepted her Power she had keen senses. Now? Now nothing really escaped her. Sounds, smells, and above all.. minds. She heard them all and so very easily. In fact, her recent.. vacation if one could call it had been to tame everything within her before she went ntirely mad. She had worked hard to close most everything and everyone off, allowing only the briefest bits in if only to keep tabs. It was this that allowed her to catch the surpise of toral as he saw her through the room. She would stop, standing still as stonewith her back to him, her head bowed slightly. The tavern lights danced sweetly over her glistening locks, perhaps he would be able to witness the tension that now flowed through her muscular yet still feminine shoulders. Soon enough she would speak, yetthose rosebud lips never moved. turning slowly, swirling hues of pure mercury settled upon Toral, the barest sign of a smile curling her mouth. Within his mind he would hear her, asilver-belled murmur, lilac washing over his senses. Indeed, he might be able to tell that Lillith was far from the woman he remembered. <i>Ah Toral. I'll assume that the gardens are in perfect order then? You being away from home that is..</i>
Toral: Far different indeed. The Lillith he remembered would probably not have betrayed even the smallest hint of a smile, only fried his brain with profanity and abuse that was really most unladylike. When the voice spoke in his head, he suffered another moment of startlement, but it was lesser and over more quickly, quickly enough for him to respond without hesitation. They were an hour ago, he thought back defensively. Unless Adonis struck a match too close to his brandy or Aeron decided to kill the place. He had some trouble establishing a mindlink that could allow for communication, but so long as someone else had established it, he was more than capable of carrying on a conversation. And you? Did the rock you've been hiding under become uncomfortable?
For many long moments she would stare upon him from across the room, seeming so very close, and yet miles away. Her smile would fade at his last remark, and there, the old Lillith he had come to know and love sprang forth. Almondesque eyes would narrow, her lips would thin and she would give a derisive snort, now finally speaking with her true voice. " Don't talk to me like you have any fuckin' clue about where I've been or what I've been doing. I'm surprised you're still around really. Still snooping I assume? Butting your nose in where it doesn't belong?" She would sneer, still even this look managed to give her an astounding beauty. Turning from him she would find a stool at the bar, smacking her palm upon the rough surface hard and calling to the tender. " Whiskey and a glass.. now." Glancing over her shoulder slightly she would speak to Toral again, her timbre now holding an agitated growl. " Sit down before you annoy me. I have questions and you will give me answers."