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Post by Shemha on Oct 17, 2016 17:06:38 GMT
Marcel was clearly not the font of information she hoped for. It was a shot in the dark really, an assumption that he might know something based on the facts he lived on Earth and the fact he seemed initially worried that she was a member of the SSE. Unfortunately that was not the case. He seemed even more in the dark about it than she. In fact, he almost seemed ready to burst into action at the mention of it. There was that temper again, not the rage she saw before, but enough to likely throw him into a situation that would be dangerous. Perhaps the next time they trained together she would mention it. Conditioning was as much a mental exercise as it was a physical one.
Through his response their pace gradually slowed, Shemha wanting to address his worry before he ran out of the ship in search of a fight. Right hand lifted to wave off the notion that anything happened recently enough to act on, she was mid motion when the over excited boy tripped. Forward he went and right into Shemha. Not prepared for the sudden unintentional advance she did not react in time to catch him, the hybrid smacking against her. Luckily for him her body was rather soft to the touch, chest exceptionally so as his face slapped against it. Her legs tightened in order to keep them from falling which left him at an awkward angle, face pressed to her chest.
”Careful there.” Her hands to his shoulders to stand him back upright. The red Majin, not a sensual creature thought nothing of the contact. ”And if you don't know anything about the conflict then nevermind. It already ended, I am just looking to find out what happened.” It was the truth. Not able to get a hold of Zucceta she was in the dark. All the more reason to remain undercover.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 17:58:46 GMT
Marcel was prepared to make peace with the floor with his eyes closed shut as he believed that was where he was going to land. He thought about what could possibly happen once he slammed against the hard surface. He thought about how crushed his nose would be once this was over. Will it crush straight forward, perhaps it'll bend to one of its sides, and snap. Or maybe it will bend upwards....which he heard could be lethal. What also went through his mind is what Shemha would think, seeing him tripping up like an idiot. He's already felt he's made bad impressions with her in the past, but tripping on his own feet!? He felt like an angsty teen... Then as his face clenched up, preparing for the worst, he found that he had stopped falling. His eyes opened a bit as his head rested against something comfortable, and soft. Pillows perhaps? No...it felt different, really different, better that pillows actually. His eyes then finally focused as he noticed that he was staring at something red, his nose pressed in between something...but what? He then found his shoulders being clenched, and the next knew it he was standing straight back up, staring the Majin in her face as she told him to be careful. Marcel blinked a few times before he glanced down, finally realizing what it was that saved him. It was Shemha yes, but to be more specific....it was her...cleavage....her....chest.... Marcel's face lit up a bright red, not knowing what to think, what to do, but just stand there. Now he's done it....She's going to think of him as nothing, but a dirty old pervert is what went through his head. It was obvious that he has never touched a woman in such a way before...It felt awkward, but dare he think it, pleasant...He then quickly shook his head at these lewd thoughts as Shemha spoke, clearly too caught up in what had just happened to hear her completely. "That was not intentional! P-please forgive me...." he said, repeating, "forgive me" over, and over in a calm yet embarrassed tone as he floated upwards as if he were trying to escape from this only to end up smacking the back of his head against the ceiling which resulted in hims immediately landing back on his feet in front of the red woman, rubbing the back of his head while he winced in pain. "Ahhh...Wh-What was this about a conflict...?" he asked, still rubbing his head, keeping her eyes off of her in the process. He was now trying his best to forget what had just happened. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 18, 2016 19:56:12 GMT
Marcel’s cheeks nearly turned as red as her own when he seemed to realize where his face so recently rested. Now, most females might have thought the whole thing intentional or at the very least, slapped him when he blushed. For if he was truly innocent why was he so embarrassed? Luckily for him, the Majin’s sense of personal space and contact was far different than your average female, no matter what race you might ask. Not a very sexual creature Shemha hadn’t even blinked when Noxa stripped in her ship to dry herself off, so why would she even care about his head pressed snuggly to her chest?
That was not to say she did not find amusement in his reaction though. Not uncomfortable with the interaction, she still understood what sexuality was and he seemed quite embarrassed for having come into contact with her. In such a rush to get away from the situation Marcel slammed right into the ceiling of the hallway, her ship not as open as the hanger that housed it. Through his whole panicked ordeal she simply stood in silence with a small smirk on her face. The lack of response probably made him all the more anxious to get away from her, but eventually she would offer up a reaction.
”Relax Marcel. I am sure it wasn’t intentional. Now, if you are done trying to put a hole in the roof of my ship, would you please continue to follow me.” And with that she turned to lead him down the hallway once more. As formal as her words were, she just couldn’t help messing with him a little. That was what friends did, right? Walking away she called back almost off handedly. ”And do please refrain from slapping my backside “by accident” if you can help it.”
Regardless of his reaction, even if he was left with a nosebleed on the floor, she would do as she intended from the start. Down the hall and to the right steps through one of the hydraulic doors, the portal hissing open as she entered. What lied beyond was a fully functional and stocked kitchen. Like the bar, it went mostly untouched, but there was one particular bag that she more often than not tapped into. Its contents were what she wanted him for. Now let’s hope he could handle himself without making a scene in this room.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 22:30:39 GMT
Still rubbing the back of his head, Marcel turned his demonic eyes back to Shemha as she reassured him that everything was fine, causing him to sigh in relief. He was also surprised about her calm reaction about all of this. He never thought much about her calmness in other situations, but what just happened now...it just wasn't normal in the hybrid's eyes. He was pretty much prepared to meet his step father at this point....or at least prepared to get himself thrown out, never to see the red skinned Majin again. Was it an angel looking out for him this day? A rather pervy angel...? Marcel shook his head a bit from his strange thoughts, and returned his attention to Shemha who made a small jab about the ceiling. "Oh, right...sure." he looked up to where he hit his head, chuckling nervously as the Majin turned around, and continued her walk. Just as he began to follow her, she made yet another jab that....well....wasn't expected. "Your backsi-" His eyes then trailed down to her rear almost instinctively due to her wordings. His eyes quickly rose back up to eye level as he froze there. "Sl-slap it? I would never!" he claimed, making weird hand gestures before stopping. "W-wait, that sounded rude. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with slapping your..." he then paused before flailing his arms a bit. "No, no I didn't mean to word it like..." Marcel grasped the sides of his head as he started walking in the opposite direction of the Majin for a second before pausing, realizing he was going the wrong way before turning around to follow her, tilting his head upwards so he could be looking up towards the ceiling the whole time, rubbing the bottom of his nose with an index finger while not uttering another word as he didn't want things to get worse. It was weird having Marcel in such a predicament. He would usually keep up a calm, professional manner as well even though it obviously failed in comparison to Shemha's. As Shemha stopped to open the door, Marcel nearly ran into her once again, but thanks to the hissing sound of said door, he was able to lower his head back down, and stop in time a mere few inches away from her before quickly backing up some. The poor hybrid sighed, and shook his head before peeking over the woman's shoulder to see the kitchen. It was an amazing sight, and it quickly took his mind off of what had just happened. He remained silent however, and followed her in, his eyes observing the area. "It's well put together, just like the other room." Marcel commented as crossed his arms. Hopefully this won't go as badly as what happened to Collan's kitchen... Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 20, 2016 14:33:43 GMT
Shemha heard Marcel as he fumbled with his words behind her. The playful smirk she wore only widened as he struggled to get a proper sentence out of his mouth. The idea of friendship and the things that came along with it slowly grew on her, moments like this something she would never have even contemplated several months ago. While he continued to compose himself, eyes wandering lower than they should, she led on. For a second she contemplated pushing it further, but she thought better of it. Shemha sense of human continued to evolve, but she was far from being a jokester.
In the kitchen she left him to head into the back. The item she wanted was propped against the far left corner. All around her the pantry was stuffed with various foods and spices, enough to prepare a number of meals for a score of guests. Like the kitchen itself the storage area was pristine, untouched almost. Majins ate, but they didn’t need to do so in the same fashion. Hydration and the like weren’t really a problem for them so it really came down to a form of entertainment if they so chose. What she wanted to retrieve was exactly that. Another friend of Shemha’s, one she met by chance at a bar introduced her to them and now the Majin was hooked.
Scooping up the large bag, the plastic transparent, Marcel would see it full of an array of pieces of something, the color variance ranging from white to red and onward to dark green. As she stepped back out to the main room, she hefted the bag up onto the counter. Her nimble fingers began to work at the tie around its top, easily working the small wire free. ”I am not sure if you have ever tasted these before, but so far, they are the single most delicious thing I have come across on this planet. Reaching into the bag she picked one of the green things up and popped it in her mouth. The chewy gummi dog treats had such a wondrous texture. Abundant with flavor Shemha smiled as she enjoyed her first one of the day, the expression almost girlish. With a wave of her hand she motioned to the bag.
”Try some, have as many as you would like.” The bag stored more than enough for the two of them to enjoy, Shemha having made sure to purchase a hefty amount.
(Basically gummy bears, but dog shaped)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 16:57:49 GMT
Law waited in the front of the kitchen, watching Shemha head deeper in. He didn't want to make her feel like that he was stalking her. It was already bad enough that he fell into her....buxom. While he waited, Marcel briefly walked around the area he was in, his arms still crossed as he inspected things. He didn't want to touch anything he wasn't allowed to since of course he didn't want to come of as one.....those house guests you hear about a lot. Plus he didn't want to end this with him getting thrown out of the ship.... Despite the Majin's rather...awkward comments, Marcel had a feeling that she was joking which proved more to him that she considered the hybrid a friend which made him a little happy. But then it also got him thinking about making some jokes himself in return. Pretty much most of their time together, he has either questioned her, stayed quiet, or fumbled his words around over things that most others would've just laughed at. If it wasn't obvious back then to her that Marcel was, well....'innocent' then it should be obvious now. He stood there, and pondered about things he should say while resting a hand on a counter. They should really make books for these sort of stuff, he'd think to himself. He closed his eyes, trying to mentally picture the Majin, thinking of something to joke about. It was a no brainier what would first pop up in his head.... "Oi....." he muttered to himself, thinking of how much of a perv he was, even though he was pretty much overreacting to that small accident. His head then perked up a bit as he thought of something! She's red! Her entire flesh, her smooth, slender looking skin was a dark red. Perhaps he could make a small jab about that? Just then, the Majin came back up, holding a large, clear bag with all sorts of colors within. The hybrid listened to the praise his friend gave to the little treats inside before plopping one into her mouth, the smile she gave shortly after furthering her liking for what ever they were. Marcel walked up to her, and gently placed a hand in the bag before taking one out. Whatever it was felt squishy, and were shaped like a dog. Marcel continued to squeeze it in between his thumb, and index finger until he realized something.... It was RED....and GUMMY! He then had an idea.....sort of. After plopping it into his mouth, he began to chew, feeling the sides of his mouth curl up a bit almost instinctively. She wasn't kidding when she said it was delicious. It certainly beat the stuff he hunted back in the forest. "You weren't kidding...." he agreed before placing an index finger up. "But....." he then pointed to her. "I'd prefer to try the original...." he said before trying to force a chuckle out which died out pretty fast. "Get it, because you're red, and....gummy...." the failed attempt at a joke could easily be taken the wrong way, but it totally went passed the hybrid's head....mostly because he was cringing over how pathetic it sounded to him. "Heh....heh....uh.....yeah....." he simply stayed quiet after that, quickly getting another one, and placing it into his mouth as he looked away, mumbling "Sorry" in between is chewing. Shemha(Marcel! King of Jokes!)
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Post by Shemha on Oct 23, 2016 0:11:08 GMT
Shemha didn’t hesitate to take several more of the candies while he inspected his first. Even for her, when introduced to them for the first time, the investigative Majin took little time to look them over. He on the other hand, seemed concerned that the snack might hold some hidden feature. This was all from her perspective of course, her calm eyes locked on him. The more likely reason behind his prolonged inspection of the gummi dog was to prepare his little joke.
Now the two had only know each other for the better part of a few days, their friendship still in it’s early stages, yet he likely held an understanding of the woman’s sense of humor. Rather serious and quite to the point about most things, the joke in the hall a moment ago was something rare indeed. To press on with the humor was no doubt a mistake, especially when it was a joke made at the bubblegum woman’s expense. The calm stare that she held after the comment showed she was not amused.
That was her intention though, Shemha was an expert at control over her own emotions and expressions, but even with that skill she only maintained that solemn look until he predictable looked away. It was then that the rather girlish laugh escaped Marcel’s companion. An honest and true laugh, it carried for only a few seconds before one of her delicate looking hands pressed to her mouth to quiet herself. Humor was something she apparently accepted, but within limit. After all, she was a lady and boisterous laughter was not proper.
None the less, his joke landed.
”I failed to notice the connection between the two honestly, one hardly compares themselves to candy I suppose.” A happy smile followed the words as she reached in for a literal handful of the snacks. With a light hop she was up on the counter top, popping gummy dogs into her mouth periodically as she continued. ”So…tell me Marcel, how do you like my ship now that you’ve seen most of it?” The question mostly an attempt at small talk. That was another thing friends did, right?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 1:15:59 GMT
The silence was KILLING Marcel. He knew his joke was bad, but he'd expect to get at least a pity chuckle. Then again this was Shemha he was talking about. Upon their short time together, the hybrid quickly picked up on her mainly serious, and rather blunt personality. If there was a person you wanted to get a dead serious honor answer from, this Majin was certainly the person to go to. He was honestly expecting her to literally kick him off of the ship any second, but instead he heard it. A....laugh? At first, it caused the hybrid to flinch a bit, believing she was do something to him, but then a few seconds later it finally clicked to him that she was....laughing. He wasn't sure what exactly he was surprised about, her laughing, or laughing at his joke. Perhaps it was the pity laugh he was looking for, or it was just that bad that it was funny? He looked back over to her as she continued on for a bit. He had heard her laugh before when he made that comment about accidentally destroying her ship during their first meeting, but it seemed different now then it was before. He actually liked the way she laughed, causing him to smile a bit. Was it because of how it sounded, or perhaps it was because it came from someone like her, making it feel special somehow? He wasn't quite sure why he liked it, but he did. She stopped, and commented on the comparison in which Marcel replied by saying, "Well you see, it's because you're re-" he then paused, and shook his head a bit. He remembered hearing from somewhere that jokes were always ruined if they had to be explained, or something along those lines, so he didn't want to take that risk. He then leaned up against the counter Shemha sat upon, placing his hand within the bag, or at least attempting to since he wasn't really paying attention. He thought it would be rude to sit upon her things without permission, especially if they weren't meant for sitting even though the Majin was clearly doing it. Then of course it was her ship. Speaking of the ship, Shemha would then ask him about it, what he thought of it. "Your ship.....?" he looked to her before taking a good look around the kitchen. "I suppose you could say I fell in love with it the moment I gazed upon its exterior." he chuckled softly as his head turned from left to right to inspect the area still. "Did you buy it, or did you perhaps build it yourself?" he questioned, wanting to keep the conversation going. He really enjoyed talking to her. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 24, 2016 4:46:34 GMT
As Shemha munched on her gummies, she failed to realize how much the relationship between the two of them evolved in the last hour. Upon his initial arrival he posed a rather serious question, calling her out on her allegiance to the SSE. For one of the first times since her arrival on Earth, she was honest with someone about it. It wasn’t that she outright trusted him really, but that she knew his secret as well. In the very least, she assumed he would understand her desire for discretion.
However, as the conversation continued from that pivotal moment, the topic became lighter and lighter. Now they were even to the point of making jokes, a causal exchange between friends. With that a partial goal in her mind she still failed to realize how different she was acting compared to her normally calm and somewhat emotionless self. Even so, it continued as he asked about her ship, the red skinned woman more than happy to share. Although, he gave her far to much credit to assume that she built it herself.
”Oh I purchased it. I like to believe that I have many talents, but constructing a vessel such as this is most definitely one of them. I did customize some of it though, well at least as far as to provide custom schematics to the production company. They allow special orders so I made sure take advantage and get what I wanted.” She commented before downing another gummy or two.
”It was not cheap though, I can promise you that. What about you? Own a ship or home somewhere? We don’t always have to meet at my place.” The Majin mused. In some cases that sort of phrase implied more than just friends meeting, but of course that is not what she implied. Shemha was rather dense when it came to true romantic interaction. She did not possess any such feelings for another at this moment and had no experience with it. That lack of experience sometimes left her open to statements that might be taken the wrong way…or they might not.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 16:30:09 GMT
There was something about Shemha that made the hybrid feel happy about being around her, and also happy about himself. She was the first person that he ever directly told about his demon half, the half that he loathed the most about himself, the half that made him go through so much torment throughout his childhood. The fact that Shemha didn't seem to mind, or care about this half of him was enough for her to earn his trust....which could potentially bite the hybrid in the butt one day, trusting someone so easily like that. Law listened to the Majin's every word about the ship, being intrigued with both it, and her story. She didn't craft the ship herself, something he wasn't too surprised about however. Judging from her power, she seemed fully capable of building it herself, but at the same time she didn't seem like that type who'd go through all that when she could get others to do it for her, but who wouldn't? Marcel wouldn't. He's the type who would try, and build a ship from scratch despite having little to no knowledge on how to do so. Also, he doesn't know how to fly one to begin with. Heck, he doesn't even know how one of those orb space pod like ships work, and they are rather simple! "Oh, I bet it wasn't." Marcel nodded some, chuckling a bit as he popped another one of those mouth watering gummy dog shaped snacks into his mouth. He really loved the taste of these little things, but wasn't eating as much at Shemha due to it being hers, and he didn't want to take all of them. Although, he probably couldn't even if he had tried judging from how the Majin was stuffing them down. Before he could place another into his mouth, Marcel paused half way though as she brought up the question of where he lived. He found it a bit strange that she'd add ship into her question, due to how ignorant he has been about them, but that wasn't the main thing about the question. She wanted to know where....he...lived! Marcel hasn't lived in a house since he was a teen. It's not like he was kicked out of his home or anything, he chose to be 'homeless' making the Bamboo Forest his home. He wasn't sure why he chose this other than it just felt natural to him. Then there was also the way she worded the question, quickly making the hybrid believe that it was for more than just visiting.... Marcel paused a bit, thinking if he should tell her. Living out in a forest didn't seem anywhere as impressive as living in this....Enigma.... He did take the risk on telling her about his demon half however which was more serious to him than this, so why not? "M-me? Well...I actually live in well....the forest...." he paused a bit, the snack still in his hand, and uneaten. "Bamboo....Forest...." he quickly cleared his throat. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 26, 2016 1:22:45 GMT
Shemha snacked on her own handful of treats as she awaited his answer. Never one to rush another in this sort of situation, she sat in silence for as long as it took him to answer. However, when he finally revealed where he lived, she visibly paused. Eyes on him she hesitated a moment, unsure if this was another one of his jokes. Could she really be faulted for thinking that? The light humor tossed back and forth between them, she was in every right to think this was another joke. However, when he said nothing further after clearing his throat she let a halfhearted smile take shape.
Again, she was not an overly caring person in most regards. Raised by a mercenary she understood the main focus of your life should be on what was beneficial to you. Ront trained her to be ruthless when needed, no remorse for those that fell on hard times if it in anyway hindered her plans. That was in truth, part of the reason the Majin joined the SSE. Its rulers were strong individuals as that did as they pleased…even if they had done little since Shemha joined their ranks. Still, that was who she thought she was.
However, over the last days she started for the first time to question if that is what she wanted. Never in her life had she asked herself that, always looking to please others instead of herself. It left her in a strange place, uncertain about how to proceed. Her interactions with Marcel today were her fist steps into that uncharted land of friendship. She liked the warm waters, but was still skeptical of the depths.
That being said…Shemha already extended once today with the truth of her allegiance…why not one more time? Finishing the several last treats in her hand as silence fell over them she let out a sigh before she hopped off the counter, booted feet tapping to the floor.
”Marcel, come with me.” Her tone bordering between authoritative and a request, the Majin still working on how to speak on a less formal level. If he was willing to follow she would move to exit the kitchen for a moment, not bothering to put away the bag of treats.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 1:46:41 GMT
Still with the chewy snack in hand, Marcel looked away from Shemha. Her silence wasn't really a comforting one to him. She must have been not impressed, the hybrid thought. But who would be impressed with someone who basically just said that they were homeless? He was a fool to try his luck again, believing that the Majin wouldn't mind once again. Of course it appeared like he was wrong....Marcel looked over to Shemha who just simply stared back in return. Unlike back then he didn't look away. He just gazed into her eyes, waiting for her to say, or do something. What was going through her mind at the moment was anyone's guess, but Marcel had an idea. She was just sitting there, silently judging the man, probably thinking that he wasn't clean, that he carried various diseases, or something, or maybe she was trying to figure out how he kept his attire so neat despite living somewhere that wasn't well that neat. There could be a lot of things going through her mind, as there was, Marcel's. Once she finally moved, Law quickly looked away, just now realizing that he was staring. He heard her boots thump against the floor as she landed. Well, here we go....she was ready to kick him out, he bet, but instead came a command to not get out, but to follow her instead. Law stood up straight, a somewhat puzzled expression on his face as he began to do as she said. Her tone was also a bit off, sounding a bit more demanding than her usual professional self. Where was she going to take him? Perhaps she really was going to kick him out! Or maybe bash his head into the wall for being basically a bum....which really didn't make all that much sense, but the hybrid was feeling pretty paranoid right about now. Still, he followed her without question....and with the gummy dog like snack still in his hand. He was pretty much unaware of it at this point as he was now distracted by his curiosity, and paranoia... Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 27, 2016 23:39:21 GMT
Back through the ship the two of them went. Shemha of course stayed in the lead as they walked. Without a word though she brought him into the hall and through another set of sliding doors. It was relevant to note that the door she stepped through was one he had yet to be through himself. Two times he ventured onto her ship, but there were several parts still a mystery to him.
The room they stepped into consisted of what could best be described as a living room mixed with a bedroom. To the right sat a long couch against the wall, two end tables set at each of its arms. Across from that was a small desk, wooden in nature and with a small television mounted on the wall above it. Farther back from that, on the far end of the room when compared to where they entered, was a full size bed. To complete the area, a door led out the back to a short hall with a closet and bathroom. Like everything else in her ship the items were quality, but not overly lavish.
With a turn she looked to him, arms crossing over her chest.
”Marcel, this is one of two guest rooms within the Enigma. For as long as I am on Earth and nothing pressing comes around, you are welcome to use it as your own. I will give you access to the ship as you see fit so you can come and go as you please. All I ask is that you do not invite others without first consulting me, fair enough?” It was likely sudden to offer such a thing, but she was decisive in all her choices. Shemha had quite literally just offered him a place to live if he so chose to accept.
The guest rooms in her ship saw almost no use, Noxa the only one to spend a night. With her own personal Captains quarters, she had no need of them. The option was open to him, but like with everything else, she would not force the issue if he chose to decline. Marcel might have his own reasons for doing so.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 0:20:17 GMT
Walking through the halls behind Shemha, Marcel's mind began to wander. Despite his calm exterior, the hybrid was very curious, and nervous on the inside. He didn't know where the Majin was leading him to, she just remained quiet through the entire walk. Was she about to send the man to her torturing chamber!? Does she even have a torturing chamber!? The hybrid then thought about how ridiculous that sounded in his head. Why one earth would this woman put anyone through such a torment over not having a home. She could actually be insane however....her calm nature all being a ploy to capture poor souls such as himself into her 'web' where she 'devours' them. That sounded even more ridiculous than the last however....Or, maybe she did think the hybrid was dirty, and was going to force him into the....shower. Quickly, his cheeks lit up once again at the thought. Oh, boy here we go again..... The red skinned woman led her new friend into a room that he was unfamiliar with. Oh, no, this must be it....the hybrid was thinking to himself. As soon as they entered however, he raised an eyebrow as the red illuminating his cheeks slowly vanished. Yet another well kept area in her ship, but with a bed, couch, and a television among other things. Was this...her bedroom!? Marcel stared at the back of the Majin's head. Now he was really curious about what was going on through her head. As she turned to face him, the flustered hybrid shied away, his mind on other things, things that even he himself was still completely clueless about. She would then explain how this was a guestroom, causing the tensed up hybrid to loosen up a bit, but still not sure what she was going on about until she continued. His eyes widened a bit at the woman's generous offer. She was giving him a place to live? "R-really?" he questioned, walking past her as he took a good look around. "This place does look nice...but it's not like I've been kicked out of my home, or anything like that." he turned towards her. "I actually prefer, 'roughing' it out in the wilderness." he admitted, placing a hand on the coffee table in the process, his eyes lowering down to the table. "But this room does look comfortable..." he pondered. It has been awhile since he actually slept in a bed, or had a room....or a bathroom. He looked towards the bed, staring at it for a bit a brief flashback of sleeping snugged in his bed when he was younger went through his head, but quickly he shook his head. "Thank you, so much for the offer, Shemha. It means a lot to me." he looked towards her with a small smile. "But I cannot accept this. I haven't even paid you back for what you did for me before." the expression on his face a calm one with his eyes still widened some. He was torn between the offer, and the forest mostly because of his pride which he amazingly did have. He just couldn't accept this offer no matter how grateful he was, and tempting it was.... Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 30, 2016 20:24:37 GMT
”I can respect that, but know the option is open to you in the future if you wish to take me up on that.” She responded with a small smile. Shemha felt she understood his reasons behind the refusal and she was fine with it. Like with everything else between them, she would never force an issue. On top of it, the rooms sat empty so often she had no real use for them so if he did ever change his mind it was very likely that they or at least one of them would be available.
This day was strange to her. It began with him questioning her on her allegiance to the Empire and ended with her offering him a place to stay. Had you asked her what she thought would happen today, that sequence of events was likely the last one she would list. Overall though, she was pleased with it. This new shared trust between the two of them, as risky as it was, felt…good. To trust in another left you with that warm feeling, the sense that someone else cared about you. It was foreign for the Majin, but increasingly welcome. Now hopefully he didn’t betray her.
’Shall we return to the kitchen and get some real food? I know I don’t require much food, but I am unlike most, you must be starving and it is almost dinner time. What do you say?” What they would cook she was unsure, but the kitchen was fully stocked. For the most part it would be up to him, Shemha willing to cook anything he desired. Warm smile still on her face, she motioned back towards the hall and the way they had came, allowing him to take the lead as he now knew the way to get to the kitchen. (End thread?)
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