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Post by Jerrielle on Jan 25, 2016 16:51:36 GMT
"Ummm... Excuse me, sir...?" Scylia asked the man in front of her with big, teary eyes to the older man who was reading a newspaper, sitting down and most likely waited for his luggage to swing by. "Could you help me with someting?" The older man looked up from his newspaper, only to see a small girl in front of him. "Hm? What do you need, little girl?" He asked in return, givng her a friendly smile. She, on the other hand, didn't feel like being very nice. Not after that... But she forced herself to be nice to him, despite just calling her a little girl. She had to take this in strides. "Yes... Well, I need some help with my luggage... It's a really big trunk, and I don't think I can lift it by myself, you see..." Scylia put on her best puppy-dog like eyes as she could... And sure enough, as expected, it worked. "Hm? Sure." To this, the toddler's face exploded into a wide, cheerful grin. "Oh, thank you, sir!" She replied with a deep bow, before forcefully taking his hand and dragged him over to the mass of humans, awaiting their luggage. Of course, lots of security were around, people from both the I.A.C.S.B and regular guards stationed all over the place. Luckily for her, the Tepes had at least been kind enough to fill in the papers necessary for her to be able to bring her axe. For what she knew, it had been a hassle, but luckily enough, even the Tepes couldn't let a lone vampire of theirs go anywhere unarmed. Or perhaps they just pitied her for being a child, and decided to help her with the paperwork for that reason. She didn't know, nor did she really care. Her trusty weapon was stashed away inside her trunk, along with all of her clothes and necessities. "Oh, sir. There it is! The bright pink one!" Scylia exclaimed as childishly as she could muster, hopping up and down as the trunk slowly made it's way to them on the treadmill... The helpful, kind man picked up the bag with a suprising amount of struggle. Aging wasn't easy for humans... Once she had gotten her trunk back, she bowed to the kind, old man again. "Thank you very much, kind sir." Her parting words were chipper and sweet, just like what was expected of a 5 year old child. The man was left there, stupefied at why the girl had no parents helping her with this. After a moment of thought however, he dismissed it as the girl visiting her grandparents or something. Kids these days.
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Post by Deshi on Feb 3, 2016 2:32:04 GMT
This day or rather the last two weeks had been rather annoying. While it was not unusual for the young master to have guests that occasionally stayed from time to time at the manor, having a demanding guest stay for two weeks was enough to have anyone pulling out their hair. This guest that had come was a unfortunate business partner that came by from time to time to throw around his weight rather than perform business.
You see, the young master would fly to another place to conduct business with the house she had relations with. As a way of ensuring her ladyship came back in one piece, an arrangement had been made that for the duration of her away stay, the Antiqua household would gain a member of the business house as their guest. When the business was completed, the business partner took back their member and the young master was returned. Should anything happen between times, each side has something precious from the other to compensate the loss with. A fair deal….despite the misery that was associated with the bargain.
And why did a demon such as himself stick around for such misery? Well, that was simple. He was the only one with enough calmness to keep the house from falling apart in the face of the little monster who had come to stay them. If it weren’t for him, his master wouldn’t have a sane household to come back to. No…it would’ve been destroyed by the brat; however, that was a tale for another time.
In any case, today was the last day of hearing the brats whining and demands, so the demon made sure to personally see the kid off. He gave the other staff a well deserved break to recover from the brat’s abuse. While he wasn’t pleased with the task, he was able to pretend he was happy with the situation for the two hours he was stuck with the brat before his flight came to take him home. Two hours of nonstop talking and demands quickly wore on the demon’s nerves making him want to crush the chubby cheeks that held such frowns.
Luckily, for the brat the plane was on time and quickly took him out of harm's reach. Had there been a delay and Alexander just might’ve gone after the kid, business partner or not. In any case, as soon as the headache was literally in the air and going far away from himself for now, the demon would leave one terminal and head to another to pick up his master who arrived an hour after the brat left.
It was a relief on various levels to see his master back safe and sound, but being the professional he always was he simply remained polite and respectful until his master broke the rule with a hug. A very odd concept to the demon, but one he was slowly learning to accept as a natural greeting.
Once Aria was back and done with her greetings, the pair would walk over to the crowds that waited at the luggage pick up area. While Aria went to the bathroom, Alexander was left for the moment waiting for his master’s luggage.
As he was waiting, he took note of a man struggling with a pink trunk that looked as if it was almost too heavy for him to lift. By some miracle, the guy had gotten the case to a little girl and before deciding to leave?
How strange. Why would an adult leave a child like that? Was she not his responsibility? Hmph. Humans...Still, he supposed it didn’t matter really. Alexander had other concerns to be worried about rather than the behavior of adults or children. He would refocus on the task of scanning luggage.
“Ali,” Aria’s voice came from his left as he reached out to pick up one of the pieces belonging to her. “Let’s help her,” the young woman would say in gentle tones causing the demon to narrow his eyes as he looked to the side at her. She was giving him an innocent grin as she pretended to be focused on the luggage. She knew how these deals worked and so she gave him the space needed to decide.
The decision was final as the next piece came around the track. The demon would allow Aria to get her own luggage, a light giggle escaping the girl as she secured the piece. Without a transfer of words, the demon decided to bow to his master’s request, but rather it was out of respect for her or a natural instinct to protect something small or fragile was questionable. In any case, reddish violet eyes drifted from Aria to the little one with the large case.
Being on his best behavior, he would drift over to the girl.
"Pardon me my lady, but do you need some help with your luggage?” the demon would say his tones polite, his smile gentle as he came to a respectful stop before the very small child.
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Post by aerial on Feb 3, 2016 4:28:15 GMT
Some people say that size doesn't matter. Whether or not this is true is up for debate, but it sure does make a difference. For one thing, a larger suitcase could fit more items, and the one that had just appeared on the conveyor was large enough to fit the girly pink trunk as well as its owner with room to spare. Unlike the smaller item, the monstrous portmanteau was designed for professional use, aside from the travel stickers that dotted its toughened-black leather shell. Switzerland. Congo. Indonesia. The list goes on, some had even begun to overlap. Needless to say, the suitcase had a distinctive character - much like its owner, who now proudly sauntered through the busy airport.
Much like his luggage, this was a monster of a man and some may even wonder if this specimen was truly human. Standing at almost seven feet tall with grey hair styled into a mohawk there was certainly nothing subtle about the man. Any hope of blending into the crowd was shattered by a pink Hawaiian shirt that being worn over a black shirt with a large smiling face plastered in from. Both pieces of clothing doing little to hide the musculature underneath. The man clearly didn't care, a fact attested to by the expensive pair of tinted aviator glasses that completed his ensemble. Spotting his equally notable baggage, the giant approached the luggage carousel and stopped at the recently formed pair who had managed to block his path to his goal. With an almost goofy grin, he put his hand in between the two in an attempt to squeeze through - vain as it was - and voiced his request. "Pardon me, die Kleinen."
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Post by Jerrielle on Feb 6, 2016 11:33:42 GMT
Scylia stopped when she heard someone talking to her, and turned around, with a childlike smile on her face. "Oh? Sure! Thank you mister! That's really nice of you." The little toddler said cheerfully. She wasn't about to say no to a little more help. She was new around here, all things considered. Besides, the trunk was rather heavy, even for the little girl. Sure, she could bring it with her for short walks, but if she needed to walk any longer stretches, this trunk would tire her out. Plus, with such a small body... what would happen if she had to walk up a staircase or something? This trunk... really was in the way sometimes. "Really, thanks a ton, sir!" The girl would stretch out a small, gloved hand to offer the man a handshake. "I'm Scylia. Nice to meet you! What's your name?" She would then plaster on the most charming smile she could muster without cringing. Keeping up this demeanour around others could get... tiresome at times, but she knew that things were better off that way... If she suddenly started acting like an adult... well, that would certainly raise some eyebrows.
When the large man tried to squeeze his way through, Scylia hid behind Aria's Legs. He was indeed a bit scary... even for her. There was something with him that Scylia wasn't 100% comfortable with... Perhaps it was just his choice of clothing, or his IMMENSE size. Was that... german he spoke? She had heard german multiple times in her life, but the girl never bothered with learning the language. She was more comfortable with English and French. Much easier on the tongue and less... brute sounding.
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Post by Deshi on Feb 6, 2016 20:57:20 GMT
Children were always an odd affair for the demon. While he did not mind them, he often found himself quite perplexed as to what to do exactly when it came to them. The smaller and more helpless they were the more awkward the situation became; however, despite how confused this made the demon, he always managed to play off the awkwardness well enough by mimicking to a degree what he saw humans do with their own. The case with this little one would be no different.
From the moment he offered helped, the small one took it with ease making the demon wonder if she was naïve and trusting or perhaps simply use to being in such a situation…which made him wonder if that large trunk was all she had to her name. Hmm…a curious thing indeed, but one the demon did not think too hard upon as he nodded at the child’s thank you as he gave her a small smile in return.
“It is my pleasure to help,” he said as he moved to grab the case; however, he would pause as the little one introduced herself and held out a hand. An interesting gesture from a child, but then again what did he know? Perhaps some children were taught manners unlike some he could think of. In any case, as she held out her hand with that cute smile, the demon would do something that was rare for him.
He would kneel down so that he and the child were more leveled with each other. Whether it was to reduce the intimidation factor or something else that caused the demon to do this was questionable, but the action did suggest he was not bothered by her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to kneel. Besides, how could he be mean to something that was so cute and seemingly innocent, hmmm?
Regardless of his reasons, he would take the smaller hand in his own and give a gentle shake in return.
“The pleasure is mine, Scylia. My name is Alexander,” he said in tones that was fit for a gentleman before he released her hand and stood back up to retrieve the luggage. As he moved the luggage to his side, he had to wonder just what was in it. Yes, the demon was strong, but this was a bit weighty for a child to be lugging around….let alone an adult, so…How did one so small travel with such a burden? Perhaps he would’ve asked, but at that time, Aria came to his side with her rolling luggage and a second bag on her shoulder.
As she approached, she would give Scylia a gentle smile.
“Well hello there. My name is Aria. I am glad to see you two are getting along well. But hun are you here all alone? Was someone suppose to pick you up?” she would ask the child as Alexander remained quiet with the suit case. Peace would last for a few moments and then that dude came. You know the dude in public places that simply doesn’t seem to understand the written rules of personal space and what not? Yeah. That guy.
That guy came in the form of a hulking giant that seemed to be more focused on the direct path to his luggage than actually considering not being rude. Perhaps the guy figured since he was the biggest here that he could just move those smaller than him out of the way. Or maybe he simply didn’t care what he did.
In any case, when Scylia ran behind Aria, the young woman instinctively shifted so she was more behind Alexander. While she was not exactly a coward, she wasn’t about to just randomly go up to the giant either. She wasn’t sure what he would do so when in doubt she let Alexander handle the threats or other males that seemed too imposing for words. For now, she would take to protecting the little one if all else failed.
Alexander, on the other hand, was as calm as ever when it came to such things. Even if the guy had a foot over him and acted in a way that would’ve made the more arrogant snap, the demon was not afraid of him, even less so when he had things to protect. He would easily step back slightly with the push, highly aware of the two females behind him.
“Go right ahead,” the demon would say in cool tones not exactly being rude, but not pleased by the behavior either. Regardless of the remark, the demon would only give the guy a curious glance as he went for a rather large case of his own. What was with everyone and giant suitcases today? Was there some sale on these hunks of luggage he was missing out on and on that note what did this strangely dress man have that he needed such a large case to begin with?
How strange. How very strange.
Well,he suppose if nothing bad came out of the situation, then he had nothing to worry about. So shrugging off the behavior, he would look at the two ladies with him.
“Well?" he would ask, seeing which lady was going to give an order or if they would remain staring at the giant all day. Honestly, he didn't understand their concern with him.Maybe it was a female thing...
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Post by aerial on Feb 10, 2016 3:06:43 GMT
To intimidate someone does not necessarily require effort. Given his size and demeanor, it was a truth that the giant had learned long ago, and accepted soon after. There were even times that it proved to be useful, particularly in his previous professions, and it sometimes helped with his current one. That being said, seeing the girl hide behind what he could tell was her junior merely pried his grinning lips wider. It was interesting, but it wasn't his business to interfere. That is, as long as they didn't make it his business.
"Just here to collect mein belongings, kleine Frau. No need to be scared of this old man." He laughed, finding the situation kind of ironic. Lifting the massive suitcase with one hand with almost contemptuous ease, he continued. "I am certain the little carousel will appreciate it." With a relieved groanin of steel, the gears of the conveyor took immediate advantage and proceeded to ferry luggage around to the other waiting. The grey haired giant certainly wasn't the only one waiting as Lakecrest was a hub of activity after all. Having finished his business, the man gave the small group and appreciative nod. "Well then, good day to you all."
As the scene unfolded, several of the passers-by begun to whisper to each other and looking at the passing titan with a look that was usually reserved for ghosts or living legends. The man didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he showed no signs of caring. As casually as he approached the small group, he turned sharply on his heels and proceeded towards the exit. Though after taking several steps, he turned back to the group - to the well-dressed man in particular - and gave them a knowing smile. Tilting his dark tinted glasses to reveal his eyes for the first time, revealing two orbs of pure white - he had no pupils in either eye.
"Ruhigen Tag." He said, before starting to walk once more. Those that were paying attention would notice two interesting patches on his suitcase. One that had a picture of a goofy looking tiger drawn in a way reminiscent of old cartoons. The other was smaller than the others, but it stood out due to the elegant and stylized script. It certainly did not fit the terribly dressed ogre who owner it. Written across the small rectangular patch was the word Regrets.
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