Location: Conner's
Interactions: @Vague o3 | @ArgonianScum | @Abroxis
Mentions: @happydeath
Time Of Day: Early Afternoon
Anxiety was the quickest way to ruin a mission, so a flame had to burn confidently. That was what General Hikmah always told her when she was nervous. It always worked, before. When he was only a few rooms away. When everything was only training and the next mission. When she just had to be the best and pull pranks.
Now, she was a guard, hanging out, with high class and commanding sirenian demons. Commanding sirenian demons that were very, comfortable with each other, shooting harsh words and quick wit like bullets and received them like gifts. She saw many of her peers in training do that with each other. She, well, she had to train, get stronger, and pull pranks then set-up others. She was busy. So, to be so quickly added to Ladies Airen and Fuctner (Dyle, because she was on a first-name basis somehow) and Sir Yew’s trio so quickly was, odd. They were quick to pull her along and ask questions that she never thought about before. It all kept her overwhelmingly quiet, as her mind raced with questions. Like, what does she do? What was Conner’s? Why did they have preferences? What did she prefer as attractive (because that was what Lady Airen meant, right?)?
Shula knew what was attractive, power, sharp looks, seductive attributes, and more power. She knew she was not attractive to others, but what was attractive to her? The gender choice was simple. Males made sense to her but none she had ever met riled or stoked her fire, like Avaddon.
Shula froze a bit. She was definitely not attracted to Avaddon. He was her ward, her leader, and the nicest idiot she ever met. Plus, that was just absurd. Shula shook her head and focused on the trio in front of her. Sir Yew was hungry and he probably did not want to wait on her. He also asked her questions.
She sat next to Sir Yew and quickly glanced around the wine-red accented old-fashioned restaurant. There was an exit in the back, though it was through the kitchen, there were bathrooms to the left which was where there were windows, and the main exit entrance they came through. With that noted, Shula focused on the trio of sirenian demons.
“I’m sorry for staying quiet, I’m grateful for your guys’ company. I’m just, uh,” Shula twiddled her thumbs as her fire grew in heat and warmed her skin, reddening it a bit. “I’m not used to being out in my free time. Not because of my superiors!” Shula said quickly. “I just don’t remember what I like to do that doesn’t have others wishing they never met me.” Shula shrugged. Then she looked at Sir Yew. “But I remember telling you that there is no Mrs. De'Angulis, sir.” She smirked.
Interactions: @Vague o3 | @ArgonianScum | @Abroxis
Mentions: @happydeath
Time Of Day: Early Afternoon
Anxiety was the quickest way to ruin a mission, so a flame had to burn confidently. That was what General Hikmah always told her when she was nervous. It always worked, before. When he was only a few rooms away. When everything was only training and the next mission. When she just had to be the best and pull pranks.
Now, she was a guard, hanging out, with high class and commanding sirenian demons. Commanding sirenian demons that were very, comfortable with each other, shooting harsh words and quick wit like bullets and received them like gifts. She saw many of her peers in training do that with each other. She, well, she had to train, get stronger, and pull pranks then set-up others. She was busy. So, to be so quickly added to Ladies Airen and Fuctner (Dyle, because she was on a first-name basis somehow) and Sir Yew’s trio so quickly was, odd. They were quick to pull her along and ask questions that she never thought about before. It all kept her overwhelmingly quiet, as her mind raced with questions. Like, what does she do? What was Conner’s? Why did they have preferences? What did she prefer as attractive (because that was what Lady Airen meant, right?)?
Shula knew what was attractive, power, sharp looks, seductive attributes, and more power. She knew she was not attractive to others, but what was attractive to her? The gender choice was simple. Males made sense to her but none she had ever met riled or stoked her fire, like Avaddon.
Shula froze a bit. She was definitely not attracted to Avaddon. He was her ward, her leader, and the nicest idiot she ever met. Plus, that was just absurd. Shula shook her head and focused on the trio in front of her. Sir Yew was hungry and he probably did not want to wait on her. He also asked her questions.
She sat next to Sir Yew and quickly glanced around the wine-red accented old-fashioned restaurant. There was an exit in the back, though it was through the kitchen, there were bathrooms to the left which was where there were windows, and the main exit entrance they came through. With that noted, Shula focused on the trio of sirenian demons.
“I’m sorry for staying quiet, I’m grateful for your guys’ company. I’m just, uh,” Shula twiddled her thumbs as her fire grew in heat and warmed her skin, reddening it a bit. “I’m not used to being out in my free time. Not because of my superiors!” Shula said quickly. “I just don’t remember what I like to do that doesn’t have others wishing they never met me.” Shula shrugged. Then she looked at Sir Yew. “But I remember telling you that there is no Mrs. De'Angulis, sir.” She smirked.