Odin Avenue [200]
The western blocks of Odin Avenue are much like the eastern in reguards to the
periods in which the architectural influences are from. The difference is that
the buildings to be found here are of a commercial nature, ranging from
converted old general stores to light industry such as bakeries and shoe repair
shops. Every so many steps, a strong, healthy tree grows..sometimes the
rigorous roots have taken rebellion to their bindings and broken up the street
a little..though for the most part, despite this and the obvious age and wear,
Western Odin is an easy walk.
[Exits : (A)lley, (W)est, and (E)ast ]
[Players : Metal, and Esmerelda ]
[Things : None ]
Metal
**Metal Sonic...the human(?)**
Before you, standing just shy of 5 feet, is a human, apparently about 16 years
old. Your attention is instantly drawn to his eyes, as they are the most
outstanding thing on his body. Both are seemingly normal enough, except for one
thing; the iris' are an unnatural blood red. His hair is a shiny metallic slate
blue, shooting out in several directions and not kept in any particular style.
His mouth is for the most part, an emotionless line on his face, he doesn't
look very talkative.
Over his torso, he wears a heavy black leather jacket, under which is a dark
navy blue Tee Shirt. Covering his legs and waist are a pair of somewhat baggy
blue jeans. His feet sport blood red shoes, matching his eyes. His skin is
unaturally pale and he stares at you oddly. He blinks a few times before
looking away and resuming his business, never saying a word.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
Esmerelda
before you stands a relatively tall japanese schoolgirl at 5' 7". She turns to
you and smiles sweetly..almost seductively. Her face seems soft and gentle,
crafted of a soft white velvet; smoothly curves over the contorts of her face
at eyepleasing angles. Her large, bright eyes glitter at you a depthless
emerald. Her hair is a shoulderlength sea-green. You could almost swear it
moves of it's own accord when you arn't looking... Her lips are a gentle pink,
warm and inviting.
As you tear your gaze from her face.. down lower her body is equally
captivating. She wears a deep green vestlike top fully open in the front yet
tied together just under her chest, the lonely knot straining to hold her upper
portions in place. It's efforts only supplemented by a lacy bikini top beneath
the vest, midnight black, starkly contrasting her pale curvacious flesh
beneath. Her cleavage is pushed together tightly from the constraining
material..but even still her figure is full with an effortless bounce and
freedom. Her arms and shoulders are completely unclothed. Her long serpent
tattoo weaves down her right arm all the way to the back of the hand, weaving
on her sineously graceful skin. Her midriff is left completely bare, showing
her slim waist and flawless abdomine, almost glowing with a soft ivory finish.
The serpent tattoo weaves down among the vague outlines of muscles and down
bellow.
About her hips she wears a full length skirt that tightly outlines her legs
within. The skirt is parted in the front for freedom of movement, however the
front of the dark skirt is buttoned closed to the knee..from there on down the
fabric is open..revealing the insides of her creamy calves.
Her hair is let down to trail around her shoulders in sea green waves and
dangle about her eyes giving her a mischevious shadow playing about her
otherwise perfect face.Her hair is let down to trail around her shoulders in
sea green waves and dangle about her eyes giving her a mischevious shadow
playing about her otherwise perfect face.
All in all, her appearance instantly invokes a longing in males... and terminal
jealousy in the fairer sex. She winks at you...almost breaking the spell as
you realize you were staring..
Carrying:
>Es-chan is currently sauntering along the way as usual..hips swaying in her
unmistakable feminine walk. Arms folded behind her back as she continues to
look around idly...
>Prophet enters, taking no effrot to conceal his presence. His cloak billows in
the wind as he examines the area
>Metal tears in from the east, he nearly crashes into the green haired
woman...again, he stops suddnly, thowing himself off balence and onto his butt.
He grumbles and stands, he peers over at who ne narrowly missed hitting and
merfs. o O(jeeze, this lady gets around)
>Es-chan blinks as she hears the screech of feet coming to a stop.. she looks
behind her..to the figure sprawled before her. Her eyebrow arches as she
intones, "You again? Don't you ever watch where your going deary?"
>Metal errrs and tilts his head a bit, brushing a few metallic blue strands of
hair away from his red eyes. "Yeah well...there was...uhm...corner, and I had
trouble with stopping...and it was...yeah. Sorry."
>Prophet rubs his chin with a gloved hand. . o O ( Amusing machine. )
>Es-chan narrows he eyes at you mysterious for a moment. Shockingly she turns
around to you, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she taps her
foot..shifting her weight to her other foot..hips shifting, "Where are you from
deary?" Shocking in that she's actually ASKING you something..this imperious
lady looks like she rarely gives people the time of day.
>Es-chan of course..either doesn't notice Prophet..or choses to ignore him..
>Prophet doesn't seem to care either way
>Metal shrugs. "Not frm around here. But even if I did know, i don't see why it
would be any of your business. What about you? I've only seen you stalking
around here recently...."
>Es-chan smiles her full lips wanely, "I don't see why it would be any of your
business." she dittos, "...but I am curious as to what you -are-." she
questions.
>Metal snurks a bit, crossing his own arms and standing rebelliously. "Isn't it
obvious I'm a robot? Sheesh. What about you? Just a normal human with hair
thats DYED green or something more?" He hesitates on that last bit, saying it
quickly.
>Prophet . o O ( Not much discretion. )
>Es-chan answers, "I happen to like green deary. And robots obviously don't
make themselves... so I wonder..whom manufactured you ne?" she questions.
Metal raises a finger "THATS where I draw the line. My secret."
>Es-chan ooohs? She smiles widely..leaning down a bit more..so she's only a few
inches above your eyelevel, "Is that so little robot? And why is that hrm?"
>Metal shrugs you off and avoids your eyes "Mainly because it's none of your
business. The fact that I don't care where I came from anymore has a role, and
also the factthat this isn't even what I originally looked like. I'm actually a
robotic hedeghog."
>Prophet raises an eyebrow at that
>l me
Magus(#708PB$)
The man standing before you is fairly tall, a hair over 6'2", you'd guess. His
build and appearance is almost completely hidden by the heavy, hooded violet
cloak he wears. The cloak itself flaps slowly in the breeze... even if the air
is perfectly still. Every so often you can catch a glimpse of a pale-skinned
face under the hood, or the appearance of a gloved hand, but such opportunites
are rare.
Carrying: (Currency: 566 pesos)
Midgaard City Map(#798)
>Es-chan lifts her wrist to her mouth to cover her giggling, "Oh really deary?
I see your creator had a sense of humor."
>Metal rolls his eyes, "Have you ever seen a kid with black spikey hair and an
affinity for apple juice? His name is Sonic. He's actually a hedgehog too. I
was originally built to mimic and kill him."
>Es-chan giggles. She places her hands on her knees as she leans down
further..now at your eyelevel as she smiles, "Tell me more."
ponder This is a prodigious waste of time...
>Prophet . o O ( This is a prodigious waste of time... )
>Metal stares cold and hard into Es' eyes, his own beginning to glow a bright
crimson. His arms remain crossed. "Like what?" he asks coldly.
ponder Besides, this line of interrogation won't work on this subject.
Prophet . o O ( Besides, this line of interrogation won't work on this subject.
)
>Es-chan giggles, "Why did your master feel it so incredibly important to kill a
hedgehog?"
>Es-chan isn't so much interrogating Metal... she seems to be getting something
else out of it..
>Metal snorts. "because he was an idiot with an overinflated ego. The hedgehog
was his worst enemy, so he decided to fight fire with fire, he created me, sent
me out to kill Sonic, but made my....'brain' a bit too realisticly, and gave me
free will. His own stupid fault."
>Es-chan ooohs, "Is that so deary? I wonder.. where is this overinflated
egotist now?"
>Metal smirks. "Different dimension."
>Es-chan ooohs, "So I take it you and this Sonic are the only ones one this
world deary?" she questions.
>Metal shakes his head slowly "Sonic and i are the only ones from Mobius on this
world."
>Es-chan ooohs, "Mobius is your world deary?" ^_^ "That sounds like an
interesting place...."
>Metal shrugs. "Would you call a world that is half lush vegitation and half
overrun by a diabolical mechanical tyrant interesting?"
>Prophet speaks up. "Yes."
>Metal shoots his gaze to Magus now, not even noticing him earlier. "Oh...hey."
>Es-chan giggles ^_^ "I suppose not terribly interesting deary.. so I suppose
you wouldn't have any internal skematics of your own design handy would you?"
>Metal replies quickly and coldly "No."
>Prophet speaks, apparently directed at Es-chan, "You can possibly have been
expecting him to say 'ya'."
>Es-chan giggles, "He would have been honest deary. And he obviously does not."
^_^
>Es-chan straightens back up again. "So then deary..is that all there is to you
my little metal puppet?" she smiles
>Metal growls a bit "YOUR metal puppet?"
>Prophet chuckles, slightly.
>Es-chan awwwws. She reaches out and ruffles Metal's hair, "You certainly are
cute for such a feisty automaton." n.n
>Metal folds his arms and sneers. "I was probably built that way."
>Es-chan comments with a wistful smile, "I would be as frustrated as you if I
couldn't destroy my sworn enemy like you."
>Prophet . o O ( Ah, now I see where this is headed. )
>Metal shrugs. "Sonic is not MY enemy. He's just...annoying."
>Es-chan ooOOohs, nodding, "I see. Consoled yourself have you. I suppose it
is noble to settle for a distant second best.." she comments n.n
>Metal nods solemnly. "I don't care if I'm #1...I wouldn't care if I was just a
bum either."
>Prophet . o O ( How trite. But I suppose this manipulation will work on someone
as simple as Metal. )
>Es-chan patpats you on the head, "Ahh.. even better deary. You've come to
terms with your utter pointlessness." she giggles ^_^
>Metal rolls his eyes. "Whats your point?"
>Es-chan giggles again, smiling, "Good question deary.." she leans over a bit,
"What IS your point?" eyes twinkling with mischief.
>Metal blinks slowly. "-YOU'RE- the one trying to superimpose yourself."
>Es-chan comments, "Am I? Or maybe I'm the least bit curious as to what some
spunky automaton will occupy himself doing since he's deprived of any form of
meaning or destiny. Afterall.. if you were to simply stop working.. would
anyone care? I wonder if that question weighs on your little metal
shoulders.." she smiles..now she's just being insulting..eyes glimmering
maliciously.
>Metal shakes his head. "You don't seem to understand. I am not an automation. I
am myself. I don't CARE what anyone thinks of me and I don't CARE about any
orders given to me in the past,"
>Es-chan ooohs, she leans back up, "So you will content yourself with running
back and forth across the streets..just waiting until your own parts begin to
grow old and fall apart..lacking purpose..lacking meaning.. just ending up a
pancake on the road someday.. is that what your saying deary?" she giggles.
"Strange way to express independence deary.. only to trap yourself in your own
loop of nonchalance."
>Metal snorts loudly "Sure. I can run, that keept my parts in goof health. As
for lackin pourpose and meaning, I really really don't care at all. I need
those just as much as I need friends. Maybe I am trapping myself, but who
cares? If I die, no one will notice, I haven't made a name for myself, nor done
any outrageious acts." He is obviously getting a bit irritated, "and another
thing...just who do you think you are to be able to meet someone on the street
and degrade them for no reason you don't even know my NAME, much less what I'm
like."
>Es-chan grins, "I do such things because I can. And you amuse me." as you
realize now..she wasn't doing this to interrogate you for your past..which she
could use to her her own gain.. or to suade you into being an ally. She is
just doing this -JUST- to be cruel, and because it creates a cheap smile on her
face. She winks at you before turning around..giggling to herself over the
little metal thing..before slowly turning to other thoughts on hand..
>Metal growls and tears after the woman, stopping neatly and evenly in front of
her. "And you STILL don't even know my name!"
>Es-chan giggles as she looks down to you, "Why should I bother to learn it..if
you don't care about me or anyone." she smiles, "It would do me little good to
know your name."
>Metal blinks as that hits him like a brick. He smirks a bit and narrows his
eyes. "You're right." With that, he flashes a smartass grin and shoves past
you, walking the opposite direction..
>Prophet speaks, apparently directed towards Esmerelda, "What a pointless
exercise."
>Es-chan giggles as she catches you on that one. Smiling like a cheshire cat as
she continues sauntering. She answers Prophet, "Not pointless at all. At
least I have a smile on my face..unlike some." she grins triumphantly. As she
feels quite satisfied with the world. Maybe she's insane? That must be it.
Eitherway she's SUCH a Bitch.
>Prophet . o O ( Perhaps I overestimated her. )
>Indeed. She's too petty. Ignore her.
>Magus steps back. He takes a moment to survey the surroundings, then chants - a
second later a dark portal opens behind the wizard, and he simply steps back
into it, with both him and the portal disappearing after.
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