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Post by break on Jul 29, 2011 7:30:06 GMT -5
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Max poured the boiling hot brown liquid into the china mug, watching contentedly as the drink rose to near the brim. Placing the jug back down onto the table, which was covered in a pristine purple sheet, Max moved onto the smaller white container adjacent to it. His fingers moulded to the shape of the beautifully designed jug; caressing the contours of the china as one would caress one's great love. Indeed, this was his. The jug full of cream was cool to the touch; a contrast to the slight yet persistent heat of the coffee jug. This sensation elicited a smile on the pale blue-haired boy, a smile that conveyed a subdued joy. It was not often that he did this. Max lifted the jug and poured the cream into his mug; a little trickle at first, which developed into a fully fledged stream. The rivulets of the white liquid danced with the brown, mixing together in a delicate swirl. His actions exuded expertise; to a stranger the eccentric meister may as well have been a barista at DeathBucks. The coffee ritual finished, and Max sat down. He lifted the beverage to his lips, and drank.
It was an odd sight; a large purple table in the middle of the road. And yet, that was indeed what was causing such a commotion. Cars honked their horns angrily; a culmination of their driver's vexation. No one knew when the boy set this up, or even how staging a tea party in the middle of the road had gone unnoticed -- until now, of course. Traffic had ground to a halt; no one dared to plough straight through the table -- a glance into the perpatrator's eyes stopped that notion dead. The way he sat with such an audacious air only served to fuel the anger of those he impeded. A flurry of questions emitted from rolled-down car windows were ignored by Max, and, if he did chose to grace the odd one with his attention, it was met by a contemptuous smirk.
Why, even, was he sat there? What purpose did this impromptu tea party have?
The answer was simple. Max was waiting.
But for whom? Who, out of the tens of thousands that lived in Death City could he be waiting for? Who else would be crazy enough to partake in his scheme?
Again, the answer was simple. His partner.
Maximillian Fowst-Dursley lacked a demon weapon partner thusfar, and, somehow, had concluded that this was the best way to go about finding one. His stained-red eyes searched the streets as time went by, hoping to catch the gaze of one brave enough to approach. He took another sip of his tea, and cut himself a slice of teacake -- "No tea party was complete without one" -- he always said. Max took a bite of the cake, relishing its sweet taste. The remnants of coffee in his mouth were absorbed by it, giving the cake a distinctive bitter after taste. After swallowing, he let a faint chuckle escape his lips, which was cut short by what he saw in the reflection of the scabbard his sword -- Sauberung.
Someone was coming.
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Post by song on Sept 3, 2011 14:43:01 GMT -5
Ein yawned, it was noon but he refused to wake up so early in the morning. So here he was at 12:21 PM finally getting up for the day. Trudging over to the bathroom he relieved himself before staring up the shower. Stepping in the stood there letting the water wash over him as he gave a large yawn. Minutes later he walked out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his wet form as he dried himself off with a white fluffy towel. After searching for underwear and clothes he slipped them on as he went out of his dorm and headed to get something to eat. Whilst walking down the street he noticed a commotion, cars were honking as being stopped by something. After a few minutes of following the trail of cars he came across the most bizarre sight...
A teenager- no doubt from Shibusen was sitting in the middle of the road- HAVING TEA?! His mind unable to understand this and his mouth running before he could stop it- he walked up to the Faust descendant as he yelled. "What the hell?! Why are you having TEA in the middle of the road?!" Seriously there were more normal places to have something drink... But maybe this guy was a loon? From what Ein could gather- he is.
notes;; lazy lazy too lazy for a template or long post =w= |
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Post by break on Sept 3, 2011 16:50:32 GMT -5
Max swirled the tea around in the white china cup, deciding to relish the last few moments of loneliness he had. The way the Faust descendant saw it, in a matter of minutes he would have a sound weapon partner; someone with which he could take on the world. Someone with which he could conquer all. Someone with which he could throw tea parties! How exciting was that? The eccentric meister picked up a crumpet from the purple-clad table, not bothering to spread it with butter before consuming it. On normal occasions, this would have been some kind of sacrilege, but then again, this wasn't a normal occasion.
Despite the pomp and ceremony, the table designated for the tea party only had two chairs; in one of which sat Max. This was a more exclusive kind of party, a more intimate affair. There'd be no one to talk to but the light blue haired meister. Or at least, there'd be no amiable conversation between anyone but whomever it was that had decided to join the party, and Max. Indeed, there were still the occassional shouts of vexation, but by now most people had decided to take a detour. Little by little, the streets of Death City emptied as the adults went to their day jobs and the children either stayed inside or went to more regular social affairs.
"What the hell?! Why are you having TEA in the middle of the road?!" Shouted the voice that accompanied the footsteps. Max could hear the faint tapping sound of feet on concrete as whoever he was destined to meet came closer. A small smile claimed his features, a reaction to the indignant response to his actions. Max arose, a freshly filled teacup in hand and a purple top hat on his head. He offered it to the stranger, apparently unaware that he was angry with him.
"Oh I'm sorry, did you want some?" |
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Post by song on Sept 10, 2011 13:28:51 GMT -5
'Definitely a loon' He concluded mentally before frowning at the male before him. What the hell was this guy thinking? Having a tea party in the middle of the street? Ein's mind couldn't wrap around this as it was too bizarre for him to comprehend... Sighing with frustration he declined the offer of tea as he decided to sit down. This was probably the most stupidest thing he had ever done, but seeing as the cars were taking a detour he could rest easily.
"I rather not- not a tea fan..." He grimaced at the sight of the tea, but didn't mind some of crumpets, having himself take a crumpet and biting into it he relished the taste. He didn't care if he was sitting in the middle of a road eating with a strange blue haired student- he was hungry dammit! "Sorry.... for yelling at you." He swallowed the food. "But what are you doing out here anyways?" He couldn't help but ask as deep blue eyes bored into soft red ones. Maybe this guy wasn't as crazy as Ein thought... maybe. |
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Post by break on Sept 11, 2011 14:17:18 GMT -5
"I rather not- not a tea fan..." Those words...were like sacrilege! Max was stunned. In all his years he'd never known someone who didn't like tea. Everyone liked tea! That was an infallible fact! His statue-esque behaviour was halted by the site of the stranger taking a bite of a crumpet. At least that was one law of physics he adhered to. His shock-striken expression was replaced by that of a warm smile as the blue-haired meister decided to just watch the other boy eat. He'd had his fill this morning before he set out to do...what ever one would call what he was doing. Surely there was a more succinct term for having a tea party in the middle of a road? Max's smile grew slightly when he realised that there was: crazy. He'd taken a leap of faith; a shot in the dark, and had come up lucky. And that thought made his very essence tingle with delight. In fact, he was so lost in the exquisite feeling that he hardly heard the other boy speaking. However, he was able to make out the words.
"Sorry.... for yelling at you." He said, apparently apologetic. Max simply shrugged and smiled. He was used to it, and actually found other's rage quite amusing. The fact that he could push people's buttons so easily with a simple act...okay so maybe obtaining the cloth hadn't been so simple -- Bavaria was not the easiest of places to get things imported from -- but that didn't change the fact that he'd managed to piss off a lot of people in a short space of time. He'd actually expected the person who dared sit in the seat to be angry, that was the purpose of the tea party. Not only was it a handy tool for finding him a partner, but it was also a social experiment; the details of which he would scribe later. For now, he figured that he should engage in the conversation a little more. The other boy asked him what he was doing out here.
"Well, stranger I came out here to have tea, obviously." Replied the eccentric meister, wondering why the other boy seemed to be staring at his eyes. He was so pale that people normally assumed that he was albino, and so he wasn't used to this. Max's mind raced, trying to find the answer to his question. He came up blank, however, and so decided to use the conversation to distract himself.
"Uhm, anyway...I actually was waiting for someone to join me." He continued, a faint German accent draped over his words like a curtain. Max paused for dramatic effect, inwardly excited over how the stranger would react.
"You." |
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Post by song on Oct 2, 2011 0:05:21 GMT -5
[WOO! I got my muse back for Ein and I will try to get more active now. No concrete promises though.]
Me?
He meant him right? As in Ein? As in the kid who was moody as hell and hated to be around people? That HIM? Okay it was official- this guy had some screws loose. No one, bar a very small few a handful really- could stand him. Why you ask? Well it was easy. He was cold, arrogant, and distant to name a few. Why would anyone in heaven or hell's name be interested in HIM?
"Uh... I'm sure you got the wrong person..." He spoke, his voice slightly toned with shock and confusion. This guy- he was so weird, the way he acted, the way he dressed... No doubt he was loaded. Really they were like night and day here! There was no way that this guy was waiting for him- this had to be some sort of prank.
"I don't know what the hell kinda joke this is, but I'm not laughing." His voice was trying to sound angry and indifferent but it was failing miserly at the moment. Why? The guy wasn't that attractive (In his mind) and he seemed a bit off his rocker, so why couldn't he keep himself aloof around him? What was this feeling...? Squashing the feeling down as much as he could he gave a withering glare at the light blue haired German before crossing his arms, trying to look intimidating.
"I REALLY don''t know what you are thinking, and I don't want to know. But I'll bite- why were you waiting for me?" He questioned his tone once again curious as he looked straight into the teen's ruby red eyes, blue eyes searching for anything that indicating he would lie.
Because you never know who to trust these days....
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