Comments | paixaorpg: OM NOM NOM NOM POPE!BALLS [complete]

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OM NOM NOM NOM POPE!BALLS [complete]

Jun 22, 2006 12:35

Character(s): Sima Yi and Corinthian.
Content: In which Sima Yi wants a job. In which the Corinthian wants to eat Sima Yi's eyes. In which someone does not get what they way DDD:.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday Night
Warnings: ... none... yet, but if you look at the subject line, we may have to add some later DDDDD:

( The most disconcerting thing about this Paixao was slow transporation. )

sima yi, the corinthian, morem o lisboa

Comments 32

agilely June 22 2006, 17:41:29 UTC

"...Is anyone about?"The voice was almost vibrant to his ears, eyes snapping away from the journal he had been studying for quite some time now. His knowledge of such doubled ever since he last used it, maybe even tripled. Why, his ability to learn things vastly than a regular human being is also useful when one was dragged into a completely different dimension. The former strategist was extremely lucky that God had given him such wisdom ( ... )

ora_serrata June 22 2006, 18:27:36 UTC

This was Sima Yi? The Corinthian raised an eyebrow, a finger going to the bridge of his nose to adjust his sunglasses. Hn. Well, his eyes weren't blue, which was nice. Hardly ugly either. All and all a good outcome.

"...Mr... Sima Yi?" He inquired, as carefully as he would upon meeting a Lord or Lady. He was amused by the fan, however, but chose not to comment upon its appearance.

"We... ah, 'spoke' over these journals? I'm Jack," The Corinthian waved the electronic journal idly. He wasn're sure as to the best way of carrying the blasted thing yet. It was just too big to fit in his pocket.

agilely June 23 2006, 01:57:20 UTC

"Ah, so you are Mr. Jack," he said, more to himself than to the older man. Yi moved to the left, making room for 'Jack' to come in. His free hand welcomed Corinthian. "Please, come in," he assured, lifting his gaze upon the other once again.

Slightly his right eye twitched: a bad omen. As his expression, for a split second, turned into a frown and back to a calm, content one, he brought the fan against lips, covering his smirk. "I did not expect you to come this late at night, Mr. Jack," he said honestly. Things like this would've been easily predicted if he could read the stars... which does not exist here.

ora_serrata June 23 2006, 02:03:12 UTC

"...care to take our matters... out doors? Tonight is such a nice night. Gorgeous, in fact."

And he smiled, pleasently. He could play nice if he was asked to, or if he had to. The Corinthian made sure that his expression was non-threatening, it was a practiced motion.

"Why shut ourselves away indoors?"

Besides, outdoors people would mind less if there was... commotion. Though, judging from Sima Yi's appearance and (a fan? What?) it would be too much of a problem.

agilely June 23 2006, 12:49:33 UTC

Surely something was up. Sima Yi could almost see through the plan too easily. However, what the man want from him? He was unsure of, but the ideal thought is, Yi play along, and react at the final minute. For such a bright person as Sima Yi, this plan was rather... dull and risky. He had nothing to lose. "But of course, my lord." He remembered that he didn't have to call the other by the formalities, so he quickly corrected himself. "Or rather, Mr. Jack."

When he felt that he finally had control over his smirk, he removed the fan away from his mouth and to his chest, vaguely fanning himself. "Though it is rather ironic to discuss private matters in the public, Mr. Jack. Almost suspicious, I would say."

Well, that didn't take too long before he brought the fan back above his mouth, snickering this time.

ora_serrata June 23 2006, 14:40:11 UTC

Smile. Well, of course it was suspicious. The Corinthian might be able to navigate humanity with some sort of grace, but subtly was not always his strong suit. He had little patience for waiting for his prey.

"...perhaps. Call it a whim, would you?"

It didn't matter, indoors or out. Out was just so much nicer. He'd gotten away from killing people in bathtubs, there just wasn't enough room to really stretch out and enjoy.

agilely June 25 2006, 00:04:39 UTC

"A whim it is then, Mr. Jack," he agreed without much thought to it, which was rather strange for him. Perhaps he was underestimating this man, whom he may deem as his enemy if any suspicious thought came to mind. With a Chinese man running about from a totally different world and timeline, trusting anyone may be a long progress for him.

"Shall we leave? The sooner we get this over with, the better."

ora_serrata June 25 2006, 01:02:25 UTC

"After you," The Corinthian waved a hand, indicating that Sima Yi should leave before him. He'd follow, of course, like a good gentleman a step behind. This was all going rather well. Though the fan still puzzled him, so he decided to inquire about it.

"...do you find the weather too hot, Mr. Yi?"

agilely June 26 2006, 12:29:54 UTC

Sima Yi bowed once more before heading out the door, a tad nervous. Anyone would be. Everything just added up to become more suspicious than it should be... or should it? At this point, the strategist was too puzzled to conclude.

"...What?" Yi found himself saying as he was not ready for the question. Well, that was a bit too sudden. He landed his gaze upon his fan and smiled. "It is just a fan, Mr. Jack."

ora_serrata June 26 2006, 12:33:47 UTC

Just a fan. The Corinthian smiled.

"Right, it's a very nice fan." Was his reply, hands sliding into his pockets. Because people carried fans like that with them places. Of course, not many people were named Sima Yi and looked like that either. He headed down the stairs of the hotel jauntily, resisting the urge to whistle.