Bellua giggled as she was spun by her dancing partner a cute young woman showing her a local dance, she wasn't complaining, she had come for the library maybe find some information on monster hunting equipment or a more detailed account of her magic. This wasn't so much a consolation prize as a willing diversion. She didn't get to dance often and learning to do so was fun, this young woman, who's name escaped Bellua at the moment, seemed to be having fun as well. Her smile was good enough reason for Bellua to bail on her plans, she giggled as she tried her best to follow the 'gyrating' movements she made. She didn't even care that it was getting dark and that she could hear someone screaming for help not too far away, wait what?
"Oh no, no, not now I'm Busy!" She complained before turning to the young woman and clapping her hand together and giving a small bow. "Be right back! I'm pretty sure Duty calls." She totally shouted turning around and running towards the source of the noise. What was she dealing with today? Mugger? Murderer? Malformed monster? Arsonist? Oh hell she ruined the cool little M thing she had going there, wait, maybe she could get it going again. Mayhem? Eh good enough, more important than that was who was screaming? She turned a corner not familiar with the city and not caring what the street name was to find... oh no, no, no, she did not just bail on dance lessons with a cute girl to go and deal with a couple having a dispute.
Their they stood, the destroyers of her day arguing over something so intensely that the woman had actually taken to calling for help to get the guy in trouble. It had worked really well apparently as despite their continued arguing several other people had apparently rushed to the area to help only to be either confused, infuriated or a combination of both. Bellua feeling perfectly dejected and not even caring that one of the other potential hero's had gotten involved and the two men had began to throw down. She walked back to her dance teacher to find a man standing there talking to her and oh please tell her she was about to get cheated of her lessons because she was really hoping to enjoy today. "I'm back," She said trying to uphold a cheery disposition despite how annoyed with everything she was. "Who's tall, dark haired and beautiful? friend of yours, you didn't say you were in the market for men." She asked noting that the man had a strange feminine charm to his appearance. Oh well hopefully she'd get back to her dance now before she had to go do some research.
"Who's tall, dark haired and beautiful? friend of yours, you didn't say you were in the market for men."
Interesting comment for a person to make. He turned to look at his complimenter, a young lady, fetching eyes, shortish hair. His gaze quickly scanned her to her feet, then back up to her red eyes, never changing from his stoic calm glare. He shrugged underneath his large black fabric coat, its red trim matching his eyes. His hands still in the pockets at his sides. "She's not." Drago responded shortly. "Besides, I'm not much of a shopper in this particular Market". The man then turned back their female acquaintance. "You're sure?" He got a nod in response. "Tch.." came the sound of his tongue sliding forward and hitting his teeth, a sound of either disappointment or frustration.
Drago had come here to ask about a job recently on a job board, and just found out it had already been taken. Just his luck unfortunately. It was also part of that lack of luck that he came across the angry couple on his way here, they were so irritating that he couldn't focus on the problem and instead left. Most likely like the rest of the crowd that went at the woman's ridiculous cries for help. He looked back at the blonde newcomer, most likely the one that got the job before him. He looked her over quickly again, and agreed that she could most likely get the job done, it wasnt anything major or tough. we
First come first served after all, and she was here first. He shrugged again under the thick jacket, "It seems today I have no luck, or sense of timing."
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jul 10, 2015 16:19:31 GMT
"Oh of course you're not a shopper, your attitude says that much, you're the merchandise, cutie." She said looking the man up and down not making a single effort to hide her appreciation for his form. A great example of the male body with a feminine charm. He was probably real popular with the ladies until he glared at them like that. Even then there are some ladies who like that. Some men to, she smirked as he gave off a distinct 'I hate everyone' feeling. This man was not a happy camper, but then again not everyone had a firm grip on their wants and needs like Bellua. She gave the man a smile as he complained about a lack of timing sense and luck. "Oh I bet the little lady here and I can turn your luck around, I'm not doing much else right now, how about a dance lesson or two? Oh and don't give me the whole. 'I don't dance' line you boys tend to give me Everyone can dance some people are just better at it than others like our teacher here." She giggled giving the woman a wink as she took the man by the hand.
"Chop chop, hop to it, there's a good boy, I'm not taking no for an answer!" She flashed the man a fanged grin before pointing at her impromptu dance instructor. "Let's get that beat thumping again! And you there mister if you want out of this you better be much stronger than you look because I am planning on having fun today~" She laughed, dragging him a suitable distance away. "Come on! You need a bit of joy injected into your life and from the sounds of it your plans just suddenly fell through yeah? Or do you have something more important than allowing a pretty girl to cheer you up?" She teased feeling more aggressive than she normally was with strangers, oh well, giving a random stranger a happy ending to his day was fine once in a while right? It wasn't like she was hurting anyone and if she managed to make mister doom and gloom here crack a smile then mission accomplished.
"Its not that I don't da-" And then he was pulled before he could finish the complaint, this woman was an annoyance. That much was certain when she arrived for the client. She wanted to dance, he didn't, these were needless complications when there was a job that needed to be done. "Listen Ma'am I appreciate the "Cheering up", but I'm content enough as it is." He did not need Joy injected into his life. However it seemed this lady wasn't going to let up. He sighed as he used the momentum presented by her pulling him, to swing her around in a little twirl and end up behind her. "So I'm going to take my "Joyless" Self and leave, nice compliment by the way, real hurtful." He paused. "I feel Real hurt." He let go and stood there. "Okay?"
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jul 13, 2015 17:54:02 GMT
"Oh, I suppose you can dance." Bellua replied as she rolled her eyes as her unwilling partner, he was quiet good at getting out of a situation perhaps better than she was at dragging people into things. She spun around lifting her arm up in order to complete the turn before bringing her self back towards the sulking pretty boy. "Nice try but you can't be 'content' and 'joyless', Doesn't work like that big guy." She said despite the fact that she and this man were about the same size really. In fact they could probably switch clothes, no wait, he didn't have the hip to pull off her outfit shame really because that would be a fun thing to just do. Well maybe if they were friends, otherwise it would be too weird.
"Hurt? I hurt you?" Bellua asked genuine concern filling her voice as she stared into the man's eyes intensely. There was a brief moment before realization then filled her expression. "Oh! I said something hurtful, I'm sorry It's only a bit of teasing, not meant the hurt, just irritate a bit. But seriously, you really look like you need to do something fun, and it's not like I'm working and your plans fell through why not humor me? Or do you really have something more important to be doing?" She said in a soothing voice, giving the man a soft smile instead of the cat grin that had graced her face before. "Or am I just that annoying?" She asked, part of her expected him to just say she was, it would explain a lot about his personality. She hadn't let him go instead holding onto his with both hands now, he probably thought she was annoying. For some reason that thought irritated her, and that for some reason made her eager to keep going.
Drago raised an eyebrow at the lady, she was being assertedly aggressive in her attempts to acquire his attention. This did in fact annoy him, however he refused to acknowledge her aggressive approach. His plan originally was to get a quick job, do it, then spend that money on dinner. Now he was being accosted by a woman he believed was doing the job he was after, however it turned out she wasn't. All he wanted to do was mind his own business, and not get involved in other peoples, and now this crazy blonde lady, was trying to drag him into her business without his permission. He sighed and looked around, the sun was setting and it was quickly becoming night time, the time for crooks and loners.
"Fine, if you feel I should do something with my time that is 'fun'" his sarcasm when he said the word fun could almost be tasted on the air itself. "because my plans fell through, then how about a fine dinner on me, that was also part of my plan. Just without a guest of course." He bowed. "I must insist my refusal to dance with you, uh...Ma'am." He waved his hand as he didn't have anything to call her, not knowing her name. "Its late and by all means people should be winding down for the night." Truth be told this was his morning time. He normally slept during the day to avoid the daylight, mind you his version of sleep was "Iffy" at best and nonexistent any other time.
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jul 22, 2015 22:04:57 GMT
"You, mister obvious night owl, can call me Bellua, or Bell, or Bells or, well whatever I don't care you can all me 'That annoying chick' if you want. But Bellua is my name and despite your admittedly entertaining Sarcastic antagonism, it is ever so nice to meet ya." She said grinning at Drago She leaned over looking at her dance instructor who looked like she was waiting for someone to tell her she could leave and waved at her. "I'll come back later sometime." She giggled before she straightened up and the look on her face became serious as she stared at Drago. "Dinner sounds lovely though I am pretty curious as to why you refuse to dance with me. You were clearly showing off that you could before." She stared a hole into Drago her face relaxing and becoming neutral as she changed tactics. "So what's the name of the anti-hero looking man who is tolerating my company this fine evening?" She asked, he was going to be difficult to deal with, and if she tried to brute force things he'd just bail on her possibly use his magic to escape. Still she wasn't going to back down just because this guy was a tough customer. At the very least she had to make him give her an earnest smile.
Her new goal was to make this man crack a real honest to god smile. She wasn't gonna leave him alone until that happened.
“Anti-hero is a bit of a stretch, I prefer Tall, Mysterious, and handsome” Hmm he was unsure where that snark came from, but he rolled with it. A cocky grin forming on the corner of his mouth. “My name my special guest, is Drago.” He introduced himself with a nod. “And I refuse to dance with you because all I know are dances of Vallish royalty, and one of the trademark moves is to expressly stomp on your dancing partners left foot every third pass of the beat. I’d rather not do that to a young lady who probably has wonderfully lovely toes.” His sarcasm rolled over itself like a waterfall. “The vallish are really quite spiteful people, specially their royalty.” He turned and started down the street. Where were they going to eat, in fact why was he letting her come with him. “On the conversation of normal acts of certain civilizations, normally when someone asks a name, they give theirs first.”
Originally the plan had been to invite her than in her moment of thanking the young dance instructor, to ditch using his magic. However this girl was eccentric enough he felt he should not use his magic around her. Always easier to be safe rather than sorry when people were possibly hunting Dragon Slayers.
Post by Bellua Daemon on Sept 18, 2015 3:02:15 GMT
"Oh, ho~ so you can feel something other than brooding. That's a good sign, maybe you and I will get along a lot better than we thought." Bellua smirked, giving him a look and shaking her head. "I did give you my name in fact I gave you several names that you can choose between, ;Bellua, or Bell, or Bells or, 'That annoying chick' if you want'. But like I said before; Bellua is my name. It's pronounced Bel-lu-a but most just say Bella it's easier. And I wouldn't be so hard on the Vallish they're no more spiteful than us Arbelessians but I don't even know if my home country is left standing so I guess it doesn't matter." She said grinning before nudging him and flashing him a grin. "Why yes, my toes are quite lovely thank you so much for noticing."
This guy was as mixture of annoying and fun, she bet if she stuck it out for a while she'd find something interesting, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait what? Vallish Royalty? This guy was from Valland? Like the super empire that had been conquering other countries left and right for like hundreds of years? Like the empire that her home had been at war with for...well ever? Wow, he kinda looked like a normal human being and not the monsters that her teachers tried to convince her they were. Go figure, her teachers were just as big of dicks as she thought.
"Oh hey I remember Arbelessia, fancy name for a place that was a little shit hole because of Valland. I wonder if it was a pretty place before the whole, eons of war thing. Do they have history books that date back that far? Art from before the whole "We've been trying to kill each other since before history" era's of our home countries past?" Drago mentioned as he continued to walk. "I dont really blame you guys for being spiteful, Valland deserved to burn." As he said that he spit into a dark alleyway. Talking about his homeland really made him feel like shit, too be fair Valland was a shithole that had gone from what they claimed to be to what it was when it fell. A place that once stood to protect people from the unfairness of government without solid systems, who wanted to stand separate from corruption and darkness, was apparently the first to fall to it.
Made sense if you really thought about it.
He still needed to think of somewhere to take a young lady to eat, however he didnt really know the area very well. So he decided with the secondary course of action. Asking.
"Im not really good with these surroundings, any suggestions on eaterys?"
Post by Bellua Daemon on Sept 21, 2015 1:26:15 GMT
"I don't think we do, even if we did, the old man never would've given us anything that might've talked about peace. Useless and distracting he called it. The only thing that mattered was resisting 'Those damn bastards mongrels of Valland, and driving them from our borders!' and all that sweet, sweet, propaganda and political talk. They didn't even give us a reason, can you believe that? Not a single, 'This is what our beautiful home used to be like before those devils came to take it from us!' just 'Kill, destroy, resist!' No real reason to fight just expected mandatory patriotism. 'Die for your country, defend your home!' Pfft yeah right. I don't have a single thing other than my parents tying me to Arbeless. I hope my parents are fine but the rest of the country might as well not exist in my opinion." She said raising a hand and shaking her head in clear disdain, disgust, and other synonyms for dislike. It was a bit hard to feel loyalty to a country that demanded it without giving much reason. Oh well, moving onwards and upwards.
"Well that depends on which places you want to eat at. The fancy looking places are easy to spot buuuuut~ if you want real food, the good stuff? You gotta look a bit harder. The better food places are quaint and only open when they like the customers you see? Though I don't have enough cash for either of those... We should find a nice medium somewhere, do you like noodles? Or are you expecting/wanting a proper dinner? I think there is a pretty good one nearby that serves proper food as well as noodles, it's not too expensive either. It's the one with the cute waitresses that occasionally come outside to welcome guests. It's all really fun looking. It plays rather interesting music you can kinda hear it from outside." Bellua explained rapid fire.
Drago stopped on the spot as soon as she started describing the place, she couldn't be serious. She wanted him to go anywhere near there? He just stared at Bella in a semi-state of disbelief. However compared to the other places she expressed a disturbing lack of interest, so she was either messing with him, or she was serious, and from what he knew of her so far, it was a good amount of both. So quickly without hesitation he sighed.
"Normally i'd mention another food joint suggestion you made, and say we should go there. However it really seems you have your heart set for this place, and you've apparently been waiting for some time to drag someone there." He stopped and just stared at her, mostly because he was upset at her, and mostly at himself for letting her win like this. "So whatever, lead on." He said with a shrug sliding his hands into his coat. He already had figured out that tonight was going to be a lot more dull than his previous plans had let on. However that seemed to not be the case anymore, now it was a lot more annoying, so it seemed to be back on schedule to some extent.
Bellua stared at Dragon as he stopped and stared at her, it was a an awkward moment. Then he suddenly started talking as if she was trying to force him into the last shop she mentioned and she raised an eyebrow. What was he thinking? By this point she was convinced that he simply didn't listen to people must be how he deals with people. He totally ignored the first time she gave her name, not sure whether or not it was by accident, or if it was for that corny line about 'giving one's name first' he fed her. Now he was insisting that she had her heart set a on a place did he not hear the other options?
"Okay." She said a chipper note in her voice, on the one hand Drago clearly had a hearing problem. On the other hand at least she get to see some cute maids so that was a plus, as long as that one maid who ran the place like it was a military installation wasn't there they would be fine. "So what are you craving then? Something bitter, something sweet? A nice cup of coffee?" She asked innocently, if he was going to limit his options she was going to milk it She hadn't had the chance to come here before without the crazy chick giving her crap, now maybe that she had an escort she'd be able to get in easily. Crazy chick must have teleportation magic or something being everywhere at once like she was all the time.
Last Edit: Oct 6, 2015 22:43:24 GMT by Bellua Daemon
(Dragon, dat spellchuck? Or just self correcting?)
"I prefer tangyness, do they typically eat eastern style food?" He asked out loud. If he was going to learn more he might as well actually get INVOLVED in this strange relationship between him and her. "Im thinking if they have some normal Vallish food I may go with the Teriyaki style Ramen dish, with a small side of Takoyaki and custard pudding for desert." He continued. "Otherwise I have no idea what I want, but i'll decide when I get there, come on you know how I am. Edgy, dense, fickle, hard of hearing" he shrugged as he finished his sarcastic input.
"How bout you? I take you for the spicy kind of young lady." He asked as he continued forward. "You know, heat of passion, emotion filled, less logic, more go with the flow kind of person. Tend to always find yourself in some sort of mess, and enjoy combat right?" He paused.
Post by Bellua Daemon on Oct 26, 2015 15:59:17 GMT
"Vallish food has such exotic names." She giggled happily before giving him a sly grin. "Well yes, you are in fact hard of hearing, dense in the head, fickle, and so edgy I think I might've cut myself on your winning personality~, But you're also rather nice polite when the mood strikes you and you have a winning smile." Bellua said nudging against Drago, she said happily. She blinked as if coming to a realization and smiled at her escort. "I think they just might serve some Vallish food there I remember some of those names on the menu. I bet that you could get some if you asked." She insisted triumphantly.
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"Well I like all kinds of food, each taste is new and interesting in it's own way, Spicy food are pretty good though. So is sweet food I looooove hunneh buns, sour stuff is so strong but I can't resist subjecting myself to it! oh and salty food are practically addicting, I'm working up an appetite just talking about it! Oh I'm not drooling am I that would be so embarrassing I'd have to roast the witnesses or something to hide my shame! Pffthehehehehehe oh goodness I went on a tangent there for a second sorry about that Drago." Bellua responded eagerly, she gave Drago a happy look. "You're pretty good at reading people aren't you? I guess the Vallish nobility isn't worthless like I was lead to believe."
Last Edit: Oct 26, 2015 16:00:00 GMT by Bellua Daemon
