Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz God, the pissed off look on her face was priceless she really needed to loosen up around him. He'd lived a fine life of spontaneity before being chained to her, it was what made his existence...well, not dull. It kept things interesting. And besides, all his life he was treated like a rebel. Treated like an outcast, like a sideshow. Why shouldn't he act the part? Because some asshole Americans were afraid of magic? If he really wanted, he could show them what kind of magic to REALLY be afraid of. If they thought the Council of Ten was powerful, they'd crap their pants if he was ever let free again. Truly free. Nonetheless, he let her go on her little tantrum spree it wasn't like anything he said would change her mind of him anyway, and he didn't really feel like explaining himself to her. Nowhere in the contract did it say he ever had to justify his actions unless it would deliberately put her in harm's way, and if she honestly thought he would mess up a simple teleportation, then he had no business being a warlock. These 'normals' were the reason he ended up in that isolation chamber apparently trying to save them from the beasts that saw them only as food wasn't good enough anymore. Lock up the heroes, and let the fat pigs in the pretty houses boss them around. Great way to run a society. He supposed he should tone it down after all, he was trying to keep her secure until she was able to take the throne for herself. The intoxication of finally being able to roam free relatively speaking of course was addicting, but a day or two and he would be over it, and likely starting feeling mad at being literally bound to this girl that seemed to just want him gone. But then...That would be half the fun. Daddy wanted him around, even if begrudgingly, and the princess wished he would just vanish. It was like he'd found the perfect person to be stuck to. Someone that could actually stand up to him and tell it how it is, and him just not giving a fuck. And where would the fun in that be? Teleportation's not nearly as dangerous if you know what you're doing. he replied calmly, only to be led inside by the hand. Well, at least he would get to eat. He could smell the oil, hear the sizzling of the pans and woks, practically tasted the szechuan beef on his tongue. Even after devouring a whole lasagna, Stella would find him with a healthy appetite. And the warlock certainly didn't miss the hostess looking at them, or rather what Stella was doing. Evidenced even more so when the princess promptly released his hand. Guess she didn't want people getting the wrong idea. the warlock mused within his head, still feeling a slight pressure on his knuckles from her deathgrip outside. Maybe he shouldn't have surprised like that, but she would get over it. They'd have a nice dinner and go home to repel each other all the more. The princess might think him stupid, but he didn't make it this far by not being observant. Observant and somewhat of a general dick. His green hue reflecting a soul full of humor, he soon sidled in across from Stella, opening up his own menu...Only to look up when she commented about her lack of currency and identification. The money problem was something he could deal with, and the lack of ID was a moot issue. Giving a fake but rather convincing sounding sneeze, he just replied, Sorry, I have a slight bullshit allergy. Having decided on what he would be ordering, he placed down his menu and added, For the sake of fun though, let's go ahead and assume you're not full of it. He then paused and leaned back in the comfortable chair, Clearly you've never heard of the dine and dash. Believe me when I say having our 'talents' makes it so much easier to do that...But honestly, it's your call. Giving her a challenging look, he just grinned even wider, I can eat like a hog and just 'poof' without a care in the world. But I have a feeling someone like you wouldn't want to emulate a Dreg like me, am I right? He then did something rather childish, but it clearly wouldn't faze him He wagged a finger in her face, keeping his voice low as he said And besides, you promised. What would people think if Ellastaria Durante never upheld her word? Before either of them could say another word, a young Asian man - couldn't be more than twenty years of age - walked up to their table, dressed in the 'traditional' white shirt and black pants of the waiter at a restaurant. This was Frank, son of Jiao. Looking to Stella, he then said a little more loudly but not obnoxiously so, What's good here, darling? You seem to be a regular. Mind giving a hungry man some insight into what the choice plates are? The young man gave a slight bow, Hello, Stella. I see you brought a friend...And as to your question, sir, I highly recommend the sweet and sour chicken and the fried rice. Ric shot the young man a smile, Well now, that sounds just dandy. I think I know what I'm getting. Might think about some potstickers too haven't had those in a long time. Stella might it odd that he was choosing now to behave himself though even that didn't seem to help him with their situation. Some of the other patrons were looking over in his direction, clearly taken off guard by his strange attire. A tidbit Ric did not overlook, thoughts of mischief already forming in his head he knew he shouldn't, but man the temptation was overwhelming!