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Post by Danielle Otis on Jun 19, 2012 16:15:18 GMT -5
Dani grinned, nodding. "Oh, I must ask. Why the hell are you so tall?" she had to lift her head up to look at his face. And even then she couldn't see his face with the mask on.
He finished off the drink before he answered her question, "Part giant, I will keep growing for awhile actually." the comment had made him just about spit his drink everywhere.
Post by Danielle Otis on Jun 19, 2012 16:18:32 GMT -5
Dani giggled a bit, before finishing off her drink herself. She set it on the counter, and asked for another. While the bartender was handing her a new one, Dani spoke once more, "That's pretty cool actually! How tall do you think you'll grow to?"
"Oh probably only about 7 and a half. I am getting close to forty and my body is half dead so I won't grow as well or as quick as I used to." He tried to explain the situation but if you weren't part giant you wouldn't understand nearly as well. Not to mention that she would not know that his body had started to decay from an angels magic so that took off some growth for sure.
"What did you think the holes all over me showing my insides were?" he laughed, "Ya magic is a bitch. since it was magic that did it I suppose that's why there is no real terrible side effects."
Post by Danielle Otis on Jun 19, 2012 16:30:59 GMT -5
"And, what sort of art do you make, if you don't mind me asking?" she smiled slyly, taking a sip of her beer. Devan was getting more and more interesting by the second.
(( So does Devan know her or something? Or more or less he just reminds her of stuff? XD ))
(( lol he is literally insane, she just reminds him of stuff XD ))
Hmmm, how to phrase this politically correctly? "Body art," he shrugged giving up on trying to soften the sound. "I manipulate bodies to send a message, inspire people and give fear to others. Remind them what is out there," he pointed into his chest, "and what is in here."
Devan set down his eleventh, "Maybe I can show you some time, you might enjoy it?"
Now he had had too many beers to be in his 'nice' phase, "My other hobbies include measuring pain, you know there are two incredibly strong emotions out there that are basically drugs. Love, and pain...." he broke one of the bottles by squeezing his hand. Shards stuck into his palm as he continued to smiled at the girl. "I prefer to study the powers of pain, the more you can take I believe the stronger you are..." he glanced between his hand and Dani, "How strong to do you think you are?" he said with a creepy smirk.
Post by Danielle Otis on Jun 19, 2012 16:47:01 GMT -5
Dani continued to stare. Normally she was fine on her own, but this was sort of creeping her out a tad. She felt like trying to find Dosise, or someone. Someone she felt safe around. "In the sense of the amount of pain I can take, I believe I am fairly strong. In that sense." Stop talking you idiot, this guy is clearly off his rockers! she thought to herself after the words slid out of her mouth. Secrets she could keep, but things directly about herself? It was hard for her to keep quiet about that.
He reached over and brushed the the side of her face with the back of his bloody hand. Some of it dripped onto her, "Have you ever, tested, your strength? I mean one can only assume unless you have tested yourself."
Although just about drunk he was still aware of what he was doing, "How about we get out of here....have some fun?" chains jingled and screams echoed in his mind. She would make a beautiful canvas.
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Post by Danielle Otis on Jun 19, 2012 16:53:15 GMT -5
"I'd rather not. I'm quite content staying here, thanks," she lightly pushed his hand away, taking a deep breath in. Best idea was to stay in the pub, where there were a lot of people. She ignored the blood that dripped onto her. All she focused on was his face. If he grabs my arm, he can easily lead me out of here. Even if I scream for help it looks like he'll easily kill whoever tries to stop him. What the hell do I do?!
Devan just laughed. Was this girl serious?! He did find her tough composure comical though. He slammed the bar with his healthy hand really for no apparent reason. It looked almost like a violent slap of the knee when someone was laughing hard, but of course more violent and not his knee.
His two short swords sheathed on the back of his hips knocked against the wood of the chair as everything lose on his body shook from the slam.
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Devan eventually calmed down. "You are too funny, batting my hand away, acting so tough. Please, you are a little girl. Take a lot of pain? I am sure breaking a nail hurts but that isn't what I had in mind. LET'S GO, I will show you what I mean."
