Permitted RPers
Shiny
Myself
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Sorry anyone who thought to jump in on this, I'm afraid this is our little encounter for now. x3
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It'd been so long. Even with coat wrapped tightly about himself and hood tugged up over his head, this cold was something he'd not had the fortune of in some time. The onyx towers rising sternly were gently wreathed in frost, the air so cold and towers so tall that vast whisps of snow white air could be both seen caressing the stone blocks. Not a single whisp would near ground, the level of consistently sparse flows of people amongst the perfectly angled black colossi. This city was described by travellers as the neon crypt thanks to the way buildings were made in this city. Featureless besides the glowing signposts, even windows were only manufactured so that you can see out due to a dspecially layered exterior made encessary because of the escalating deaths due to harsher winters. The sliding black doors had become the same way. Children always told stories of frozen ghosts wandering the street waiting to suck out the heat from your body! It made the traveller smile every time he heard it.
As such cold was common here citizens dressed heavily,giving the metropolis a somber scene and making this black clad individual no unfamiliarity, even as he ducked into a neon signposted (like everything else in this city) bar. Opposite to the streets of the city every doorway stepped through brought a tantalising new cacophony of smells and a welcoming tone of warmth that would make even the harshest and most dejected ice elemental long for it.
Breathing deep, long sigh of relief Karu gave a tug at his sleeves, the film of ice breaking away and melting before it even touched the ground. As customer he slung his jacket up onto the hooks beside the door of every building in town and turned to observe what had been set out before him. For such an externally repressed people, you'd need only walk through a door to see the cornucopia of fashion and sublime pieces of clothing worn beneath those comparitively distasteful coats. Passing chilled hand over colder still face he took a seat near one of the grand fires in this spacious early neon-futurisitic inn. Even the fire was simply a hologram with a main heating unit fitted into the false chimney. Leaning over the black leather chair he'd taken he gave a small pleasentry of smile, nod and wave to the bartender.
Within minutes the bartender brought over small shot mix of cointreau, tequila, grenadine and orange juice plus a further twisting half-pint glass of fresh mango. As it was his annual trip here they had accumulated a keen rapport, if not somewhat agreeably impersonal for the first few hours while he settled back into the closed environments. As such he knocked back the pleasing little mix and topped it with the glass of fresh juice. As far as Karu could tell, it was going to be a wonderful trip.
Shiny
Myself
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Sorry anyone who thought to jump in on this, I'm afraid this is our little encounter for now. x3
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It'd been so long. Even with coat wrapped tightly about himself and hood tugged up over his head, this cold was something he'd not had the fortune of in some time. The onyx towers rising sternly were gently wreathed in frost, the air so cold and towers so tall that vast whisps of snow white air could be both seen caressing the stone blocks. Not a single whisp would near ground, the level of consistently sparse flows of people amongst the perfectly angled black colossi. This city was described by travellers as the neon crypt thanks to the way buildings were made in this city. Featureless besides the glowing signposts, even windows were only manufactured so that you can see out due to a dspecially layered exterior made encessary because of the escalating deaths due to harsher winters. The sliding black doors had become the same way. Children always told stories of frozen ghosts wandering the street waiting to suck out the heat from your body! It made the traveller smile every time he heard it.
As such cold was common here citizens dressed heavily,giving the metropolis a somber scene and making this black clad individual no unfamiliarity, even as he ducked into a neon signposted (like everything else in this city) bar. Opposite to the streets of the city every doorway stepped through brought a tantalising new cacophony of smells and a welcoming tone of warmth that would make even the harshest and most dejected ice elemental long for it.
Breathing deep, long sigh of relief Karu gave a tug at his sleeves, the film of ice breaking away and melting before it even touched the ground. As customer he slung his jacket up onto the hooks beside the door of every building in town and turned to observe what had been set out before him. For such an externally repressed people, you'd need only walk through a door to see the cornucopia of fashion and sublime pieces of clothing worn beneath those comparitively distasteful coats. Passing chilled hand over colder still face he took a seat near one of the grand fires in this spacious early neon-futurisitic inn. Even the fire was simply a hologram with a main heating unit fitted into the false chimney. Leaning over the black leather chair he'd taken he gave a small pleasentry of smile, nod and wave to the bartender.
Within minutes the bartender brought over small shot mix of cointreau, tequila, grenadine and orange juice plus a further twisting half-pint glass of fresh mango. As it was his annual trip here they had accumulated a keen rapport, if not somewhat agreeably impersonal for the first few hours while he settled back into the closed environments. As such he knocked back the pleasing little mix and topped it with the glass of fresh juice. As far as Karu could tell, it was going to be a wonderful trip.