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Zelgadiss Greywords ([personal profile] chime_ra_tilt) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2010-12-27 03:32 pm
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When the door next opens, it lets in a gust of hot, dry air, full of sand and grit. It also lets in a tall, thin, chimera who hasn't seen this place in weeks, and who is, strangely enough, vaguely glad to see it.

At least the bar will offer a break from Lina and Gourry's incessant whining about food - as though constantly describing what kinds of food they'd like to eat at the moment helped anyone else with their own hunger. He was sure he wasn't alone in wishing they could alight upon a topic that would offer a distraction from their lack of food, rather than accentuating it. It only made things worse.

Lina would, of course, smite him for having hidden food from her, were he to smuggle food back to the group. So it's without guilt that Zelgadiss crosses to the Bar, takes a seat, and orders a large glass of water and a meal big enough for three people, all for himself.

Though... maybe he'll take some back for Amelia.
theresnodoor: (17: Stunned staring)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
That is a lot of food for just one person. Rachel, sitting nearby and still struggling with the oragami book, blinks.

And hey, she'd comment, really she would, except one of her closest acquaintances reacted badly when she made a joke about stale bread and found out most people in his world are starving to death.

She tries to hold her tongue with newcomers these days.
theresnodoor: (17: Checking it out)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's easy not to stare, except for one thing: all the distinctly inhuman-in-appearance creatures she's ever met were... well, not human. In Milliways, it seems, you can never quite be certain.

So there are more looks his way than she'd normally be offering, frowning curiously while she struggles with her paper.

She can't see much of him anyway, and what she can could very well be a trick of the light. Besides, no one starts a conversation with 'Hey, you look weird,' and for very good reason.
theresnodoor: (17: wtf just happened?)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

Of course, there are aliens that look vaguely humanoid, and some people she's met have talked about ghouls, mutants. All sorts of things, some even human if drastically altered.

The cloak he's wearing, however, is dirty, dusty, and a little ragged at the hem. She can accept his general appearance, even ignore the belt on his hips, but unkempt outerwear? Oh no.

Which is why she's likely frowning at him if he happens to glance her way.
theresnodoor: (17: Too cool for you)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Though she shakes her head, Rachel keeps her frown. Even as she lifts her gaze to his.

"I was looking at your-- what is that, a cloak?"
theresnodoor: (17: Gracing you with my presence)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Rachel lifts her eyebrows and lets silence sits for a beat or two. There's nothing of course about a cloak. Who wears cloaks?

Honestly.

"That's it. I was looking at it. The hem's getting ragged."
theresnodoor: (17: Glamour girl)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
The girl, it should be noted, is wearing jeans, sweater, and boots, all extremely well-cut and flattering, professionally (or appearing so) tailored, and in perfect condition.

And even if she weren't living in the building that provides said clothes, she'd be wearing something similar, in similar condition.

For now, she simply shrugs. "Hey, you wanted to know why I was staring, right? I told you."
theresnodoor: (17: I'm done talking now)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Rachel frowns, irritation touching her features. "Sorry for being rude, then. And I don't know, maybe because it's plain? If you're using it to travel around then no wonder it's dirty, but I didn't know that, did I?"
theresnodoor: (17: The beast in me)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a slight stiffening at her shoulders. That's all the sign Rachel gives of her fury while she places delicate hands on the counter and gets to her feet. Her height at five-foot-eight is not especially impressive.

The look of silent rage in her eyes is slightly more so.

"Listen, pal," she says quietly, "maybe you hadn't noticed but you stepped into a pan-dimensional bar a little while ago. On a given day, I can meet anyone from junior high students on Earth to pretty much the equivalent of a demi-god so maybe, just maybe, you should realize how utterly insignificant you are and that maybe, just maybe I won't figure out who you are or what you're doing by looking at your freaking cloak."
theresnodoor: (17: Glaring)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
All terribly apparent - if she'd noticed him when he came in, rather than after he'd been eating for a time.

Eyes narrow and flash blue and her hands turn into tight fists, jaw setting in a firm line.

"People will stare at anything when they're bored. So your significance on that end? About equal with a cockroach.

"I apologized for being rude. You're the one insulting me like you've got any right or excuse to do it."
theresnodoor: (17: You're disgusting)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Rachel stares at him, mouth slightly open, in pure stunned shock and rage.

Her rudeness?

Her inability to entertain herself?

We're all just people?

"If we're all just people then you've got no more right than anyone else to walk up to someone and start insulting them," Rachel snaps - loud, practically spitting the words in outrage. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
theresnodoor: (17: Haven't I killed you yet?)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
This is not the rage she'd wanted or missed. It's the sudden, insulted anger from misunderstandings and the frustration of being unable to convince or prove her point. It's someone smirking at her anger and twisting her reactions to suit their purpose.

"Fine," Rachel says - and it's a low growl that doesn't fit in an utterly normal, slender girl. It would be better in a grizzly bear's throat. "You've got the right to be a jackass. Glad you're enjoying it."

She slams the book in front of her closed and stacks the paper on top, dragging it to her roughly, prepared to leave.
theresnodoor: (17: Run before I catch you)

[personal profile] theresnodoor 2010-12-28 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
She snarls - truly snarls as she passes him, heading determinedly for the stairs.