Rygdea
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Post by Rygdea on Jul 27, 2012 18:37:46 GMT -5
Damn if this wasn't a long time coming.
On most days, having a bunch of Academy troops going out and spending an evening doing nothing more than getting drunk would have Rygdea giving them hell the next morning. Tonight, Rygdea didn't mind it one bit. Heck, he encouraged it. After what these men and women had been through, going to war with a foreign army, fal'Cie and a time guardian and coming out on top, they deserved to have a little fun. As he stood with arms against the counter of a bar that had catered to distraught soldiers and spur-of-the-moment trysts, Rygdea witnessed and all kinds of congratulations, drinking games and expressions of emotions all shared by a bunch of people glad they'd finally won that good fight they'd been working at ever since the Academy had been formed. A two-drink limit had been imposed, and Rygdea had willingly let them loose. It was good to see these people genuinely happy for a change.
With a shake of his head at the happenings around him, Rygdea turned back to face and lean on the bar, gulping down the last of his drink just before a young lady - a major - with the reddest head of hair he though he'd ever seen offered to buy him a fresh one. He gave her an apologetic look, or something close. "'Fraid I'm full-up fer the night, but thanks," he let her down easily, before putting a strong grip on the shoulder of the guy beside him whom he'd been talking to for the past several minutes. "Now this man, on the other hand... Took out sixteen Milites on his own an' hasn't had a drink all night. Give 'im a hand with that problem, will ya? Two of ya can get ta know each other." Stepping away from the two of them with a wink, he crossed through the troops on his way towards the other side of the room.
Rygdea was here to have a good time and let the troops know they'd done a damn good job against impossible odds, but he'd mostly wanted to make sure the troops were going to stay in line and not spill out into the streets like wild bucks as the night went on. They were celebrating this occasion right, though, and they didn't need Rygdea hovering around to babysit them anymore. He did have his own matters to attend to now that the burdens of the past few years had finally been kicked in the ass, hopefully for good. Heck, Rygdea had missed the past few months of this madness in a fancy crystal, sleeping his life away. Something had always told him he'd be coming back eventually. Call it more of that old idealism that Raines had driven into his mind back during the Cavalry days. But, hey, Rygdea had been right. And a few things that had occurred to him he needed to take care of when he woke up were fresh on his mind with the battle over, specifically some details involving a specific tan, leggy brunette he was about to be late for a meeting with, if he didn't get out of this place as soon as possible.
He rapped on the wall loudly a few times with his fist to get everyone's attention. "Sorry ta leave the party early, fellas, but it turns out Pulsian huntresses don't take waitin' around too patiently," he announced, giving them all a casual salute to a chorus of boos, whistles and comments, plus a few returned salutes. With a smirking grin, he turned to get out of the place, before looking like he remembered something and stopping to turn back. "An' buy Raines a drink on my tab if he ever shows that flat face of his, will ya? Etro damn 'im if he doesn't need one after all these years." With one final chorus of calls, Rygdea stepped out into the night, glad that it didn't feel like the sky was falling on his shoulders for once. Tagged - Fangy Fang Fang Words - 700-some Muse - Good at the time? Place - Some bar in Academia Outfit - Uniform Notes - Muahahaha.[/size] |
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Jul 30, 2012 13:15:48 GMT -5
 God damn!
It felt good to be alive.
Fang stood underneath the stars, head tilted back, eyes closed. This would be great, except that she was standing in the middle of the blasted city of Academia. Damned cities. Opening her eye, Fang glanced around her, the hustle and bustle of the city only seeming to intensify when it came toward the night. Well perhaps not intensifying, but a different sort of bustle anyway. No longer was it moms walking the streets with their children. No, now was the time that the ‘rougher’ crowd came out. The classic example came in the form of some brawny guy walking close to her, not that it could be avoided, with her standing in the middle of the pathway. Still, she didn’t give him any attention. It was clear to her that he was intoxicated when he finally did address her.
Men…
No, she didn’t want anything that he would be trying to give out. He didn’t seem to understand the simple ‘Get lost’ that she told him though. Starting to stride away, Fang felt her arm get ‘captured’ in his grasp and reacted instinctively. Whirling around, Fang took a hold of the front of his shirt and bodily threw him onto the ground. “I said get lost,” she muttered out, stomping on his stomach on her way over him and onward in her journey, grinning at the ‘umph’ that came from the man. Rygdea…always late when you needed him.
Actually, she needed a drink.
They’d saved the damned world again, Fang thought that she deserved a drink or two, some time to relax, not get some intoxicated man offering things she didn’t want, and then to seek out that cowboy and give him hell for-…something. She would come up with a reason over her drink. Fang was sure she could come up with something. And besides, giving Rygdea hell was always fun. But first, a drink. Hell, she didn’t even know where the damned bars were around here. Or at least, a good one. Fang wished that the little place she had stopped at during the fireworks was here, or at least, some place like it. Because…being around too many damned Cocoon citizens at one time was just rough on every level. Too full of snots that thought they were all that. Funny, because they were running around like chickens with their heads cut off when Cocoon had been falling out of the sky.
Well, whatever. They were just stupid, that wouldn’t change. And Fang disliked them for it. Generally speaking of course. Hell, if it weren’t for needing to talk to Hope about a few things, Fang wouldn’t be in Academia right now. And now that she had talked to him about it, she would be hightailing it back to the wilderness soon! …As soon as she got a drink. If anyone wanted or needed her, they could just come and find her. She was sick of this place, the technology, and the people that seemed like they owned the place now. Rolling her eyes, the Pulsian stalked her way through the city to find some place that she could put up her feet and relax for awhile. Seemed like it would be easy in a place like this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 709 Muse:; Good! Tagged:; Rygdea Location:; Academia Outfit:; Made iiiiittttNotes:; Not good...but I had no other ideas XD Listening To:;[/b] You were Mine - Dixie Chicks |
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Rygdea
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Post by Rygdea on Aug 1, 2012 18:19:13 GMT -5
Right, if Rygdea knew Fang, he knew that the farther away from the center of this city he got, the closer he'd be to finding the particular brunette. Rygdea's loose gait, with him not giving a second look to all the street scum out at this time of night, carried him far out from the bar and even out past Academia's dumb-assed elevator system. He was sure Fang could paint up her description of Academia's ridiculous parts much better than he could. But, ah, he wouldn't get to hear it if he didn't get to figuring out where she was. He knew she'd be in the city, probably somewhere between the outskirts and Academia - she and Hope were having some kind of meeting. Fang didn't stick around in the city any longer than she had to, so she'd probably be making a beeline to Hope's office and a beeline back to whatever it was she'd been hunting or doing before having to set foot in the metropolis here. Heck, Rygdea would be lucky to find her before having to track her down all the way to Taejin's Tower. Worth the pursuit, but still a heck of a task this late at night.
...Or not. Rygdea had just brought his head up from the sidewalk below his feet when he could have sworn he saw the back of a slightly wild head atop a woman's body. Rygdea stopped amongst the thin crowd to angle himself to get a better look at the figure. Yep, that was Fang, not a doubt in his mind. Where was she headed off to? Looking for him? He'd mentioned to Fang he wanted to catch her while she was in the city if he could get loose from the frat party quick enough. Wasn't too much of a stretch to think she'd trotted over this way long enough to see if he was free yet. Yep, Rygdea was free. Free and ready to finally get a hold on this life of his and put it back on a track he'd enjoy, not just one that made him feel like he was fulfilling some kind of duty to society. He'd already done that long enough. Now was the time to live a little, and living a little required the presence of this gem he and Raines had found tearing corpsmen to pieces in that reactor all those whoever-the-hell knew how long years ago.
Rygdea was already off after her by the time he'd realized it was really Fang he was seeing, and though she had some purpose to her steps, it didn't take him all that long to catch up. He fell in behind her, shadowing her steps, as his eyes lingered to the sky above. "Some night, ain't it?", Rygdea asked her in greeting, planting a light smile on his face and looking back down at her as he did so. His shoulders bounced in a brisk shrug. "The boys at the bar weren't gettin' too rowdy, so I let 'em off the hook earlier than I'd planned. Figured certain women might like some company if she wasn't headed back out to spend the night wrestlin' down a behemoth with 'er bare hands." His eyebrow raised to her to indicate it was a question. Nope, he wouldn't have been surprised if that was exactly what she was heading off to do. Heck, he'd join her. Some end to the evening that would be. Words - 622 Muse - Excellent! Notes - Shortness for bridgeness. XD[/size] |
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Aug 2, 2012 0:10:56 GMT -5
Well hell, was getting a drink really worth staying in this blasted place? Fang stared at the elevator system in front of her, a scowl written on her features. She hated this god – damned place. She hated it’s stupid technology that didn’t really help, and she hated the damned people that thought themselves too good for Gran Pulse, but infested it with their stupidity, and she especially hated the stench of…civilization. With every grouping of people, came the smell of city, so strong at times it burned her sensitive nostrils. She would much prefer the wilderness. The smell of dirt and grass, of the wind in her hair and the flowers blooming around her. That was where she would rather be, and damn it all, she would get there even sooner then she expected if this city kept on annoying her.
Hope and his need to have a meeting. Rolling her eyes at the contraption they called ‘helpful’, Fang just placed a hand on the wall and vaulted over, landing on the bottom lightly, knees bending only slightly to absorb the fall, before she straightened up and started walking forward again, muttering to herself about the dumb-assed inventions that the Cocoon citizens thought was necessary for a city to run smoothly. What had ever happened to people using their damned legs and actually walking down steps? Was that too god damn hard or something? Hell, no wonder almost everyone from Cocoon had been soft. That wasn’t true in everyone, of course. Cid Raines, Rygdea, Snow, Light…they were all strong ones. To impress Fang was rare, but they had each impressed her in their own way. A feat for each and every one of them. But hell, almost everyone else…was just sniveling little brats that couldn’t wipe their own backsides without instructions.
That right there was her opinion of this damned city and those that resided in it. Thus, Fang kept to herself most of the time, staying out in the wilderness when she could. There was nothing as exhilarating as sleeping wherever you damned well wanted to, with your blanket that of stars, listening to the sounds of the wilderness around you. Well fine, they wanted their damned town? Keep it, but if they started thinking they could make all of Gran Pulse into something like this, then they were damned wrong. She would fight them tooth and nail before she let them do that. Hell, she’d win too, damn it.
And where the hell was Rygdea? The only reason she was still in this blasted excuse for a place to live was because he’d told her that he wanted to meet up before she ran off back into the wilderness. Well, if he hadn’t gotten his ass out of a party by now, then screw it, she was going to get out of this damned place-…oh wait, a drink. She’d wanted a drink, and if she was honest with herself, Fang would accept the fact that she did really want to see that blasted cowboy, and that cheeky grin of his, that just begged for her to-…well, that was beside the point.
The voice came from behind her. If she hadn’t recognized it, Fang would be whirling around with a lance blade to their throat. This damned place had her on edge, and she was just itching to toss somebody a few feet or the like. A fight with a behemoth would suffice as well. Hell, she just had adrenaline that she needed to get out of her body. Instead, though, she slowed her purposeful step, head twisting around to look at the-…still damned fine looking cowboy that was now beside her. “Took ya long enough,” she complained in good nature. "Gettin’ drinks without me? Tch, an’ here I was, hopin’ fer somethin’ ta’ drink.” And hell, how had he read her thoughts? With a shrug, Fang grinned cheekily at him, “Aww hell Ry, how’dja know I was gonna go wrestle me a behemoth, eh? Gotta let off some steam in some way every toime I come inta’ this damned stinkhole.” And if it weren’t for him, she would be back in that nice, comfortable wilderness, not caring about this place. Shouldering past someone, Fang ignored the glare that was sent her way. “So, ya’ managed ta’ get yer handsome ass away from tha’ party,” she said cheerfully, not wanting to admit that she was glad that he had done so. Even if a minute prior she was hating being in this filthy city, it didn’t seem so bad when Rygdea was there. She felt some sort of connection with him. Maybe because he had never looked polished, or…even from Cocoon. Nah, he looked the part of a man, and that’s the way men should be. In tune with their own masculinity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 982 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Rygdea Location:; Academia Outfit:; Click here!Notes:;This post was slightly better anyway  Listening To:;[/b] Clincher - Chevelle |
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Post by Rygdea on Aug 14, 2012 11:46:59 GMT -5
Ah, well, Fang didn't look too pissed with him just yet. She was definitely as sexy of a woman when angry as a man could find, but the last few dozen hours had been too damn good for Rygdea to want anyone upset with him, least of all the lady before him. "Ah, just one. I barely even know I had it. The boys bought me one of those kiddie drinks. The half-fruity things ya talk about us 'soft Cocoon people' drinkin' sometimes," he told her with a wink. Fang did love her rants sometimes about this, and he quoted, "damned city an' damned technology." He couldn't say he didn't agree with her in some ways. The whole reason the fal'Cie had eventually gone corrupt was, he believed, because they knew they had everyone on Cocoon in their back pocket to lead around like helpless sheep. But he also had a feeling that the past thirteen years had toughened up those same people, even if they did have their big city and now, this big planet to keep them safe. Going through mass exodus, the collapse of a planet, the end of time and a battle between worlds only left strong people alive. Rygdea was starting to feel pretty proud of these people he used to think were zombies.
But that was sure a sentiment for some other time. Rygdea had a huntress to spend time with. "If you were thinkin' 'bout buyin' us both a few rounds, I'm sure I've got room for 'em," he joked, patting lazily on his stomach. "But yeah, I'm up for a few drinks, girly, if I can pull ya away from those, ah, primal urges." He put an arm around her shoulders, shrugging his own opposite her as he did so. "The ones involvin' behemoths, that is." Thank Etro this woman could take comments like that from him without getting offended like most of the women - boring women, that is - that Rygdea had gotten to know back in the military academy. Whereas they would answer him with a slap and a few stomps in the other direction, Fang always handled the comments with a little more grace. Besides, she should have come to expect this nonsense from him, especially when he was in a good mood. Heck, he couldn't remember being in a mood this good. She should give him credit, anyway. At least he didn't mention anything about "letting off steam."
He flashed her a grin at the mention of his "handsome ass." "It wasn't too hard. I'll trade off a bunch of drunk men an' girls who don't fit their trainin' bras yet for a real woman any day of the week." Much as Rygdea thought of the troops, especially the one in the 1st Regiment whom he'd known for all these years now and hand-picked himself, Fang still too precedence over them when they weren't all getting shot at and especially after Rygdea had spent all these months in silent crystalstasis. He'd thought about them some while he'd been in that weird half-sleep, yeah, but Fang had been the predominant subject on his mind during that time. With all that had happened, he hadn't even had the chance to tell her that was the case, which was exactly the reason he'd told her he wanted to meet her tonight after her conversation with Hope and his babysitting. If they could chat over drinks, even better.
"We can get outta uptown. The bars aren't as good up here, anyway," he informed her, motioning his head down the street. "I got a place in mind. Actually tried ta get Hope down here once ta have his first drink. I still don't think he's touched alcohol once his whole life." Words - 680 Muse - Excellente! Notes - Nothing. XD I wasn't pleased with this.[/size] |
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Aug 25, 2012 7:06:46 GMT -5
A laugh came when he mentioned the kind of drink he’d had. “That ain’t even a drink Ry, gotta step things up a bit!”, she mentioned along with a light slap on his shoulder, catching the wink that he gave her to go along with it. Well hell, he was right! Or rather, she was right. Aside from a select few, most of the Cocoon citizens just drove her insane with how weak and lily livered they were. They whined about anything and everything, especially if it was something that, heaven forbid they live without. They wanted their technology and their advancement that had been on Cocoon on Gran Pulse instantly. Without it, they would whine and complain some more. They wanted everything exactly like it had been there, only here. Well that was all fine and dandy, but Fang didn’t want things like they had been on Cocoon exactly. Some parts? Sure, she could admit that Cocoon had been superior in some aspects…but hell, at least they could get food without the help of some Fal’cie here on Pulse!
But of course, she had to remember that not all of the citizens of Cocoon were like that. Hell, Rygdea, Raines, Hope, Light, Snow, Serah, Sazh…all of them had shown their strength to her. And they were all from Cocoon. Funny how that went. “An not all a’ ya are soft,” she mentioned with a grin and leaning closer. “Jus’ ninety nine point nine nine,” came out a second later, accompanied with a wink to match his and a hearty laugh. With very joke, though, came a truth. Fang didn’t have the highest opinion, generally speaking, of all the people that had come from Cocoon to live on her home world. She made no point in trying to cover that up either, or any of her opinions really. They were her opinions and the entire world was entitled to hear them.
Glancing over when he mentioned not minding a few more, she grinned. “Oh really? I’m the one that’s dead fer three years an’ makin’ no money and I have ta’ buy?", she teased, before shrugging one shoulder. “Yeah sure, I’ll buy. Long as ya' don’t drink 'til yer fallin’ over,” she determined. Mainly because she didn’t want to pay for quite that much alcohol, and it would take a lot for him to get drunk.
The arm around her shoulders didn’t bother her; in fact, Fang slid her own around his waist. Snickering at his over view of what she should forget, she gave him a look from her knowing green eyes. “Jus’ the behemoth ones, hm?” That sounded just like him, and of course, Fang knew what he was getting at. “I moight be able ta’ jus’ forget them. I dunno yet.” His grins were just as charming as ever. Keeping her stride matched with his, Fang looked over at him when he explained how he had gotten away. Raising an eyebrow, she returned the smirk. “Well than, it’s a damn good thing ya found a real woman,” she mentioned, her grin still on her face. She knew exactly what he was getting at, of course. And it wasn’t offensive. Real men and women found real men or women, it was as simple as that. And of course, while she might not approve of Vanille finding a man like Rygdea to flirt around with, she herself was of a different breed entirely.
Obviously.
She didn’t mind following his lead in terms of where to go. Fang admitted that she didn’t know this city, and didn’t really care to know it. As far as she was concerned, it was a bit of Cocoon on Gran Pulse, and she didn’t like that idea. But if she got a drink out of the deal, she couldn’t say much. “You find us a place, an’ I actually will buy. Aren’t I a lady?” She almost stopped dead when he mentioned Hope and drinking, then had to laugh about it. “Hell, ya almost had me thinkin’ you’d converted Hope ta’ appreciate alcohol.” Running a hand through her hair, she grinned over at him. “But he still has a ways ta’ go to become a real man, eh? Better get on trainin’ ‘im Ry.” Fang saw plenty of bars as they strolled along, but Rygdea had said that he would pick out the place, so she left it up to him to decide where they were going to head on into.
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Post by Rygdea on Sept 2, 2012 17:29:40 GMT -5
"Heh, we'll call it a soda, then. So no, I haven't had anything ta drink," the soldier concluded, with a shrug. It was basically true. Hell, it took four or five real drinks to get Rygdea feeling like he'd had anything alcoholic in his gut. It was probably the same case for Fang. He knew well enough, after all these years since she was freed from crystalstasis, that not even the strongest of Cocoon's food and drink was enough to sate someone used to Gran Pulse's native foods. She could undoubtedly drink circles around any of the military girls (with some of the men thrown into that category, too) back at the celebration. As much as Rygdea thought of all of them, most of them were still kids in a way, fight or no fight. And he supposed Fang was still kind of right about most Cocoon citizens...the majority of them were still soft. The fact that they'd needed another planet built for them told that story from cover to cover. Still... "I think we can knock it down ta about ninety-nine eight by now," he joked, bringing his hands up to clasp behind his head.
Now this was more of an evening excursion to Rygdea's liking. Yep, no immature reactions from this lady. He gave a slow nod to her question about the behemoths. "A few drinks might convince ya one way or the other," Rygdea told her, with a grin that would have shamed a hyena. It was a good thing she liked this kind of banter from him as opposed to the way she took it from the average person. If she didn't, he knew where he'd be. On his ass on the ground. Rygdea could fight, but Fang conquered, and it was a thing of beauty. Ah, yep, he had a few "conquering" lines up his sleeve too...
And speaking of, what kind of a guy would he be if he let the lady pay, anyway, especially after all this time? "Hey, I was dead for fourteen months, if ya don't recall," he told her slyly, before digressing and trying to sound as serious as possible. "Nah, I've got the tab. The guys know me there anyway. I can't have ya scarin' 'em half ta death when they don't get the change right." Cutting his eyes at her, he let his expression fall into a quick smile. "Poor bastards, runnin' around behind their 'mild-mannered' little wives." Rygdea wouldn't say they were normal people. He didn't know enough about normal to judge, with all he'd been through in the past decade or so. Still, if that's what the average guy wanted out of his life, Rygdea wasn't about to stop any of them. Wasn't any of his business, anyway, until that sort of strained relationship turned ugly. Weird thing to think about, as happy as he was with his life. Other men would tell him he was getting old. Since when had late thirties become old?
He had to shake his head at the comment about Hope, though. She was gonna kill that poor man, and that was an impressive feat considering how powerful he'd become. But he was the guy dating her best friend in the world, which put him on thin ice automatically. Thank Et- or whoever was up there now that Hope was both a good and a strong kid, because if he wasn't he'd have been stomped underneath Fang's foot by now. "He's a work-in-progress. But honestly, I know ya wouldn't want 'im takin' Vanille out to a bar on a night like tonight anyway." He shrugged. "I'll work on gettin' 'im up to speed. Villiers, too. I don't care how much of a hero he thinks he is, the guy needs some pointers."
The conversation had carried them as far as the bar, as it would turn out - a smaller place on a corner. Not bright or flashy, but with a bunch of good patrons and, if the night was right, a pretty decent band playing. Rygdea didn't hear any music this particular rise of the moon, but that was all the more better. Tonight was less a band kind of night, more about appreciating the little things. "Here ya are, girly," he chimed in, angling their little procession towards the doors. "Yeah, the place doesn't look like much, but that's the charm. I got plenty ta look at anyway." With that said, Rygdea pushed open on the door to carry them inside, to the tune of eyes headed their way. Those were some jealous eyes he saw among the men - just the way he liked it. Words - 854 Muse - Good! Notes - Rygdea did not wanna come out for this...my apologies. u.u[/size] |
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Sept 14, 2012 23:09:23 GMT -5
Damn, but she had missed this. Soda...that was the sugary liquid they liked to drink, right? The closest they’d had to ‘soda’ back in Gran Pulse when she had been alive had been dissolving sugar in water and drinking that. The only time she had been introduced to that sticky stuff was her time on Gran Pulse, and she couldn’t say that she had drank that if she had the option of good clean water. The food of Cocoon had been a lot different from the food she was used to. Really, she was used to fresh meat mixed with spices and wild plants that were freely found. They’d had gardens and crops of course in the ancient world of Gran Pulse, but she’d been on the run so much, especially in the months originally branded a l’cie, that she hadn’t had any time for the soft things in life. And now she just didn’t want to eat the food the Cocoon citizens thought was delicious. How could anyone think that food was delicious? It had no taste, except, of course, for their sugar filled products.
No, she didn’t hate these people, not really, she just found it hard to give them any sort of respect. That was, after all, earned, and not easily so when it came to her. A few still managed to impress her though, like the one walking beside her. Raines, Hope, Snow, those kinds of people had impressed her and she respected them for their strength. Rygdea did have to defend those of the same background as he, which she could understand, and so she didn’t begrudge him of that. Instead, her lip curled into a half smile, “Alroight, we’ll go with that number. It’ll probably get more as toime goes on. It ain’t so people friendly down here as it was up there,” she mentioned a little more seriously. It was true. They could make their cities and ‘civilize’ this place, or try to, but they’d never tame it. And how appropriate. It was beautiful because it was so wild and rugged. She hoped it would never change.
And that he wouldn’t change. The grin was blatantly suggestive, but she didn’t mind. Hell, Fang had a hard time admitting to anyone that she actually missed them, but damn, she had missed this cowboy. So much so, that her face was downright cheerful. Leaning toward him, she winked slowly. ““Oh, so ya think so? You’d best get on convincin’ me then, don’t you think?” What more of an invitation did he need? Knowing him, he’d get the hint.
And she didn’t even have to get the bill. “Well that’s a damned good thing, ‘cause I don’ have a cent to my name. I was gonna toss the bartender around a few toimes an’ scare ‘im into lettin’ us have free drinks.” Fang was just being honest in what she had been going to do, best to tell him her game plan before they went in and actually did anything. Thankfully, he had money, so she wasn’t going to have to worry about, but he had her snickering about the mention of the wives, still, she made no comment. Wives were probably supposed be mild mannered and meek, but she’d be damned if she knew anything about either one of those qualities. Vanille maybe, but not her.
And speaking of Vanille. Fang’s face instantly darkened a bit at the mention of Hope taking Vanille out to the bars. “Hell no, I’d rather he not take her to any bars. Vanille can’t handle her alcohol. She’d be a gigglin’ mess a’ emotions. Though I think Etro help him if he ever does. I think he’d be the miserable one a’ the two. An’ as fer Snow, he jus’ needs some shirt advice.”
And finally, the bar. Fang didn’t even correct him on his pet name, just settling to walk through the doors and be damned happy she was getting a drink. After spending an entire day in this hell hole, she sure needed it. “If ya say it’s good, then I’ll believe ya.”, she mentioned without really thinking about it, but snapping her eyes over toward him at the mention of his being enough to look at. Not really having a comeback for that, since it was true, she just let out a husky laugh as they walked in the doors, her eyes sparking like they always did when she was amused. “Oh hell, Ry, if ya weren’t so damned roight, then I’d…looks like they can’t keep their eyes offa ya either,” she said in amusement, nodding her head slightly toward the turned heads. Of course they weren’t noticing Rygdea. Fang wasn’t cocky, she just knew her own appeal, but she put a hand on her hip and walked deeper into the room, toward the table she wanted, ignoring the eyes that followed them. Hadn’t they ever seen a Pulsian before? Stepping lightly, she settled herself in the table away from the thickest part of the crowd, positioned so she could see all the exits. One couldn’t be too cautious, especially not in this damned city.
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Rygdea
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Post by Rygdea on Sept 25, 2012 18:31:56 GMT -5
Rygdea believed he'd never seen a wink more charming than the ones Fang could produce on the spot. For a while there, he thought he'd never get to see it again. The prospect of being in crystalstasis for all eternity had never been something Rygdea liked, but it was something he'd come to accept. Now that he'd been so graciously brought out of his extended nap, he could really let himself focus on what he would have missed out on if he'd still been stuck in that slab of crystal - before, he didn't want to get attached to any of it. But seeing this huntress and hearing her words...hell if Rygdea wanted to think about missing out on all of this just because a fal'Cie had wanted him to do one damn easy job. The thought made him give Fang an extra squeeze around the shoulders before he cocked his head a little, answering her oh so subtle questions. "Who says I'm not already?", he asked her back, with a sly look, one that would probably be familiar to her, crossing his features. He had to add a little teasing in there, too. "Gotta get a head start. The drinks might make it a little too easy."
He busted out into a short roll of quiet laughter at Fang's explanation of how she was going to "pay" for the drinks if Rygdea hadn't freed her from the burden. "That was exactly what I was afraid of." Because if those men were getting hauled around by the collar by their mild-mannered wives, as Rygdea had heard them complaining about so many times, Fang could just as easily tear that collar off and force-feed it to them if she put her mind to it. "Most days, I like the guys that run the place. Wouldn't it be the worst thing ta see ya put 'em outta business by tossin' 'em around a little...or the funniest thing." He shrugged, with a smirk. "We'll pay 'em this one time. Don't get too disappointed 'bout it, girly," he said, poking her lightly in the side to reinforce the point.
Rygdea had needed no one to tell him what Fang's reaction would be to his bringing up the prospect of Hope and Vanille hitting the bars. Snickering a little, he shook his head, his mop of hair moving with the motion. "Hope's probably got that figured out, too, even if he ever did wanna take her out for somethin' stronger than a strawberry milkshake." He quirked an eyebrow. "Ya haven't seen 'er drunk, have ya? Boy do I know I don't wanna see it." Much as Rygdea liked Vanille and could appreciate her charm as much as Fang's, there was no question about what it would mean if her usual bubbly self got a hold of something that could make even the manliest men bubbly themselves. Just thinking about it gave Rygdea a little headache, as did having to think about Snow's appearance from the time he'd passed him a couple of days before when Fang mentioned his need for a shirt. It was the first time he'd seen him since the Lindblum, and hell if something hadn't happened to that boy in translation. "He needs ta do something about that wild head of his. I hope Serah gets a hold of him with a pair of shears sooner instead a' later."
Man, it was good to have a talk like this again and not have to worry about being in crystalstasis in the next breath. The walk to the bar didn't take any time with them passing the time so easily, and things didn't let up once they were in the bar. Grinning at Fang's words, Rygdea gave all the eyes set their way a good, old-fashioned stare down as they made their way towards a table. As they passed a table with a particularly interested party of men around Rygdea's age, he gave them a nod. "Fellas." They all nodded back, borderline hilarious in all their differing reactions, before Rygdea turned his eye away from them and back towards the beauty leading the way that had them spellbound. He could understand them, definitely, and being a man not prone to any kind of jealousy helped with that.
Finally, though, Fang grabbed a seat that was to her liking and had herself a seat before Rygdea could do the courteous thing. Completely unperturbed, Rygdea dropped into the seat beside her at the corner of the table, taking in a breath and one scan of the place before his eyes settled on Fang again. "Now, how's this look to ya?" Words - 848 Muse - Excellent! Notes - I got my Rygdea muse back with this! [/size] |
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Oerba Yun Fang
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Sept 27, 2012 0:11:25 GMT -5
 Had it been anyone else that she knew, Fang would have just scoffed off his words, but with Rygdea, she had no doubt that he meant what he said and was already convincing her. And damn he wasn’t! After all, here she was, going to a bar and allowing him to make her spend even more time in this damned trap of oxygen they called a city…and willingly to boot! What was she going to do with him anyway? No one other than Missy could get her to willingly spend time in this damned place, and even Missy hardly was able to accomplish it. So it was working…not that one could blame her. There’d always been that level of appeal he had, that just begged to be tampered with, and who was she to deny the appeal? She settled on simply smiling instead of replying to that. He didn’t need a reply anyway, since he already knew just how damned appealing he was, and that he was obviously winning, since here she was, strolling through the streets of Academia instead of beating her path back out into the brush again.
And he was even going to pay. Today was her lucky day wasn’t it. She should probably try to keep herself out of trouble, even if she didn’t really give a damn if she messed with some Cocoon citizens heads. What else were they good for aside from amusement anyway? He seemed to find her explanation amusing, and she found herself grinning along even if she was dead serious while he might think her joking. She wasn’t joking…if she got free alcohol out of the deal, than Fang would have no time throwing a few people around. What were they going to do? Call the police with one of the main influences in government there to back her up? She didn’t think so! So she could do whatever the hell she wanted to, but he was right, they should probably pay. “This once,” she agreed in amusement, tugging at his long hair with her hand in return to his poking her side. “Next toime, we get ta’ scare us some bartenders.”, she concluded with a nod to accompany her statement.
Unfortunately, he had to go and mention Missy and bars. Fang really did hope that Hope would just realize he should never take Vanille to a bar…ever. Not only because Fang would kick his ass for getting her into that situation, but because heaven help him if he did. He would be in for a real treat if he took Missy out to a bar. A real treat. Shrugging when he asked if she had seen Missy drunk, Fang glanced over toward him. “Ya know how kids are. Soon as they figure out adults don’ want ‘em ta’ have somethin’, they try ta’ get it. In our case, the group got ahold a’ some when we were still kids in a lot a’ ways.” Fang could still remember those days with fondness. Their group in Oerba had been pretty damn kids, but they’d also been a pretty wild bunch. Hell, each one of them had lost someone in the War of Transgression, and all had hopes of becoming a l’cie to be able to get back at Cocoon for what the war had cost them. Yeah, they’d been a rowdy bunch, and though they were mostly adults in their life experiences, their bodies didn’t know that when it came to holding their liquor. “Let’s jus’ say, tha’ I don’ ever wanna see her tipsy ever again. Ya think she can talk now…ya just wait until she’s had a drink. She’ll go from laughing in hysterics ta’ sobbin’ all over yer shoulder.”
It was relaxing to talk about old times and the people that they knew, damned relaxing. Old hobo head was a serious case that needed some help in his public image. Though Fang had always wondered if he was bald under that cap, she would almost rather he put it back on then let that fuzzy mess of hat hair flying everywhere. “Don’ ever do tha’ to yer hair Cowboy. I sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead in public with ya,” she said firmly, not in the least big joking. Yeah, Serah was going to have her hands full trying to make that one worthy of stepping out in public.
Knowing what kind of reactions she was getting, and not particularly caring, Fang continued walking through the different tables, winding her way around until she spotted somewhere that she would like. The thought of waiting for a man to settle you into your seat had never been anything she had had done for her, and so the thought never even crossed her mind. She was self-suficient with most things in life, and though she didn’t need a man’s influence in her life, she did like it. There was a big difference between needs and wants. Tipping her head up and resting her elbows on the table, Fang watched her Cowboy settle himself and then leaned back, tapping the table top while her eyes swung around the building, checking every exit. “Damn good,” she agreed. Lifting a hand to signal the waitress that walked around, Fang grinned over at him. “Sure ya wanna pay an’ not raise a bit a’ hell?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 1092 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Rygdea Location:; Academia Outfit:; That one! Notes:; Rygdea had better always accompany her on trips to bars, otherwise she's going to get herself in a lot of trouble... Listening To:;[/b] The End of Demise - Three Years Hollow |
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Rygdea
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Post by Rygdea on Oct 9, 2012 14:10:37 GMT -5
"Alright, next time, we can throw the 'tender on his ass a few times if it'll entertain ya."
Oh boy, so Vanille had gotten ahold of some alcohol before. Rygdea was partially surprised that Gran Pulse - had to remember the Gran, or Fang'd kill him - had survived it. Of course, he wondered the same thing whenever Fang had a drink. Reminded him of why this lady here beside him got along with her cheery, hyper little friend. They were both powerful forces when they wanted to be. Half-smiling as he listened to what she had to say, he ended up letting out another short roll of laughter at her words. "Well in that case, I promise if I ever see Hope goin' anywhere around 'er with anything that's got an ounce a' liquor in it, I'll wring his arm, Academy Director or not." Not that he wouldn't have considered doing just that before, because hell if Rygdea didn't like Vanille a whole lot, but now his fears about what she'd turn into if she ever got hold of something intoxicating just reinforced his notion.
Now, having the little lady's older "sister" around in an intoxicated state was a whole different matter.
All too strangely, their conversation broke into one about Snow and that horrible head of hair he'd been hiding underneath that ratty cap. Rygdea liked the kid, yeah, but damn if he didn't wonder if he didn't have a lick of sense about anything outside of punching bad guys and loving Serah. And he gave a strong shake of his head at any notion he'd ever end up looking like a pecked Chocobo. "Hell no. Villiers has all rights ta that look. I'll stick ta bein' lazy with mine." Rygdea wasn't one of those guys who went around crazy about his hair, even if that seemed to be what a lot of folks in the military liked to joke about. He just kept it long because it was easier than trying to keep it short, and because Fang seemed to like it. Back in the day it had been a way of rebelling against the military types that told him it needed to be short for him to keep up appearances. Heck, that was one of the ways Fang was right about Cocoon. They cared too damn much about...protocol. The way Rygdea saw it, if you did your job you did your job, didn't matter if you had hair halfway down your back.
...But that was a different thought for a different time.
He considered exploring Fang's ever-suitable hair, but by that time they were where they needed to be and Rygdea had to attend to the fact that he was trotting along with the woman who would easily be the best-looking they'd seen in a little bar like this one in years. But that task was done as soon as it began and they settled into Fang's choice of table. Right, so her first impressions of the place were good. Rygdea studied her expression, noticing her motion to the waitress and giving the approaching young lady a glance before his eyes turned back to Fang. He acted as if he was thinking about her question. "We'll see how the service is first," he told her, with a wink that the waitress couldn't see as she stepped up to their table. As Rygdea took a glance up and greeted her with a nod, he noticed a slight twinge of apprehension as the watiresses' eyes swept over Fang...as if Fang was the worst thing she'd run into this week, what with the battle and all.
"What can I get the two of you?", she asked, leading Rygdea to instinctively toy with the edge of one of the menus despite the fact that he always knew what kind of alcohol he wanted. He figured he may as well go first. "Whiskey, neat," he told her, prompting her to write it down briskly and then look again on Fang with that same touch of nervousness. Rygdea would have said something, but he sure didn't want to embarrass the poor girl. Words - 740 Muse - Excellente! Notes - Nothing really. I hate the ending of this, but I didn't exactly know a way to move forward just yet. XD[/size] |
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Oct 10, 2012 12:34:32 GMT -5
Fang was more than happy to settle for throwing the bartender on his ass a few times the next time that they came back to the bar, so she nodded and relaxed a bit. Hell, that meant that they’d be back for another drink, so Fang had no problems with that. And the next time, they would do things Pulsian style. Back in the day, as in, hundreds of years ago when she was growing up, Fang had often arm wrestled for a free drink, or spared with the owner for one. That was just the way things had been back then. Rugged and completely wild, with everyone knowing everyone and their previous history…the name of their dog and their crazy uncle they didn’t like to talk about. Perhaps that was another reason why she hated it here in this big city. You couldn’t turn to the person beside you and even know their name, let alone their family history and things like that. And times sure had changed from when she was growing up. She doubted anyone would get a free beer by arm wrestling with the owner. But…that was why memories were good for that.
Well…maybe not memories of a drunk Vanille. Fang still felt terror whenever she thought of those memories. Hell, Vanille just…had never been able to hold her liquor, or anything. There had been times, especially when they had first met, that Fang had thought Vanille’s parents had smoked a few too many odd weeds around Gran Pulse while she had been around. As much as she loved Vanille now, Fang still wondered about that a few times, especially when Missy did that crazy wild giggly thing she did. Yes…some memories were just better left to be forgotten.
How drunk Vanille led into Snow and that wild hair of his, Fang would never exactly know. But it did, and so…well that was that she supposed. The thought of that crazy hair he’d been hiding under that hobo cap of his made her dizzy. Had he been secretly taking lessons from chocobos? How did he possibly think that it was appealing to the eyes? Fang would never understand that move…but hey, kudos to Serah for loving him despite that head of hair. Wild was good, and long was good, but not…whatever the hell you called that mess of blonde spikes. Snow obviously needed to take lessons from Rygdea, who had the hair part of his looks down pat, at least for her taste. Reminded her of the rugged landscape of Gran Pulse and the hunters she had grown up with, who had never worn their hair like the cropped hair of most of the soldiers that were running around. Instead, they had kept it long and untamed, tying it back if it was in the way. Perhaps that was what had attracted her to the man she was with right at the moment from the first she had laid eyes on him. He went against the grain of the sissy Cocoonians. “Makes me think a’ the hunters I grew up with,” she commented while they walked into the bar and found some seats, not paying much attention to what she was saying while she was studying the layout of the place.
And wondering why the hell everyone had to have their places enclosed instead of open. Was it some trend or something? She didn’t like being in an enclosed place, suffocating with all the strange people from their strange world around. Well…whatever, she couldn’t really find anything wrong with the place, and it was a hell of a lot better than the sophisticated places where people sipped their wine with their finger sticking up and talked about politics. Very much better, so she could settle into it and be alright.
Last chance to bust the bartender up. She caught Rygdea’s wink and smiled, but couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of disappointment. People around here didn’t raise hell enough, she had determined. Was it just fear of being thrown into some jail or something? Tch, people and their putting so much stock in their authority figures and security. She thought the old ways were best, where justice was served by whoever had been wronged, but that was apparently too physical for these people, so whatever, Fang supposed she’d have to go along with it. Shame though, it was a whole lot more fun if you could bust a few places up and run like hell with your buddies. While she waited for Rygdea to order, Fang thought about it a few extra seconds. When she glanced up at the waitress, Fang realized that she looked utterly terrified. Quirking a brow, she almost asked about it, decided not to, and ordered herself. “I’ll have brandy.” While she scampered away, Fang glanced back over at Rygdea. “She’s jumpy,” she commented. The girl quickly scurried back with their drinks, placing the one in front of Fang with shaky hands. “Thanks.”, Fang said shortly, sending the waitress another look while she hesitated, as if knowing she should be nice to the customers, but scared for some reason. “So…uh…Pulse is-”, the girl started hesitantly.
Almost instantly Fang’s expression darkened just a little bit. “Damn it.”, she softly muttered out, before looking up at the waitress. “It’s Gran Pulse! How many toimes do I have ta' explain this?”, she snapped out, keeping her face in as controlled an expression as she possibly could. “Oh...uh...I’m sorry.”, she squeaked out, before making up some excuse and scurrying off, tripping over a chair on her way. Fang rolled her eyes heavenward. “They jus’ don’ learn…”, she finally muttered in exasperation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 1152 Muse:; Great! o.o Tagged:; Rygdea Location:; Bar Outfit:; That one I linked! Notes:; Everywhere she goes, terrifying people Listening To:;[/b] Blow me away - Breaking Benjamin |
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