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1025/This Wardrobe Is a Menace!

2014-11-25T09:36:41Z

TerraVerso: Thranduil learns that some fashion choices are very, very bad for fighting zombies. Thankfully Haru is there to run interference.

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|Date of Scene=2014/11/25
|Location=Fall
|Synopsis=Thranduil learns that some fashion choices are very, very bad for fighting zombies. Thankfully Haru is there to run interference.
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|Cast of Characters=143, 592
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Fall is a place of perpetual harvest and autumn. The leaves on the trees are always falling, and the crops are always offering up their bounty. Celebrations of autumn and the harvest are almost perpetual parties here, and sweets and pastries tend to be favored thanks to the 'Halloween' celebrations. But not everyone who looks like a ghoul is in costume. And while there are zombies that live like normal people... there are also those who don't. For every one that does, there's another that only pretends to. For them all it would take would be the sense of life, the scent of living flesh that is oh-so alluring and delicious to those who pretend to mean no harm, for the illusion to fall... The sight of the zombies living as normal people is likely to shock one who is not accustomed to such sights. They mill about the village, stopping to converse with each other (in more than just 'areeeeeeooooww' sounds, mind you... these can actually speak), even harvesting in the fields. There are, however, a few that don't speak with the others. They group together like a typical gang of toughs, in dark places and alleys, peering out to see what mischief they can get into... 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Thranduil loves autumn, and is strolling through the environment, hands clasped behind his back. His long robe trails on the ground behind him yet never seems to get dirty. His long, pale hair blows back in the wind as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to take in the smells of autumn. It's been a long time since he's been near a forest that wasn't tainted and sick.      Glancing around to observe the locals, Thranduil's promenant eyebrows lower when he takes in the sight of undead, the fingertips of one slender hand lightly touching the hilt of his ornanate sword. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Most of the undead either ignore Thranduil completely, merely glance in his direction and then look back to whatever they were doing, or wave pleasantly. There are a few children (somehow) that, much like human children, stop and stare at him in awe. He is so very tall! And pretty! And his clothes are shiny! And he does not have skin missing! Though, that said, these zombies are in better states than some-- only their clammy-looking skin and sunken eyes really betray their undead-ness. Very few have missing skin or visible bones. Most have both of their eyes, and those that don't have been polite enough to not leave it hanging out of their faces. So there's not really much gore going on here. But Thranduil's passage doesn't go completely unnoticed. There are eyes in the alleyways, gleaming yellow, fixed on the Elf-King. The eyes follow him, when he leaves the sight range of one alley, they pop up in another. Watching, following... waiting.... 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Thranduil's senses prickle at the back of his mind, causing him to turn his ice blue gaze toward the alleys briefly, then looks away to continue watching the undead walk. He can't help but feel that something is watching him, so he keeps turning his eyes to the side, then begins walking more swiftly, his hair and robe bouncing slightly with his gait.      His hand wraps around the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it if his paranoia turns out to actually be a threat. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' As it so turns out, this time his paranoia most definitely is warranted! The first sign that something is amiss is that the 'normal' zombies just... disappear. Not literally, no... but they seem to very quickly vacate the area. As if they know something's up. Or that something is about to happen. And... it does. There's a shriek and something leaps out of the darkness of an alley... lots of somethings. They move like a blur, but Thranduil's greater speed is likely to give him a bonus here. He's used to MOVING faster, so he should be able to see things that also move faster than a human. So he'll see what it is. It's a handful of zombies! Their hands reach, mouths are agape, and teeth ready to tear into flesh! 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Thranduil's sword is drawn and swept in a wide arc to try and clip at least a couple of them and remove their heads. He tries to compensate for being taken slightly off guard. He wasn't expecting these, so he is a hair slow to respond.      "Begone, foul creatures. You are not welcome."      The Elvenking takes several steps back to try and give himself more room to swing his ornate sword, grimacing as sharp fingers scrape his skin. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Snip! One of the zombies no longer has a head! It stumbles, and its arms wheels about comically as it seems to search for its missing head for a moment, before collaping. Headless zombies usually means dead zombies. Well, re-dead zombies. The zombies don't seem to be heeding Thranduil's words, though. In fact a few start to laugh. At least they can understand him, or at least they seem to be able to. Scrape scrape... hands with sharp, split nails grab for the Elf-King. Delicious flesh-- WHAM! A large rock flies in from seemingly nowhere, knocking one of the zombies grabbing at Thrnaduil away. The zombies pause a moment, to see what happened. There is a young man a short distance away. Human, given his ears. Dark skin and brown hair, spring green eyes, and a bit of a moustache. His hair's partly in a topknot, but left mostly down. He wears a long light green tunic with dark-green trim, greyish-brown sleeves and pants, and darker brown shoes and ankle-wraps. The clothing might look familiar. This young fellow runs over to where Thranduil is... though 'run' is not exactly what he does. With a sweeping motion of his hand, he raises a large enough stone from the ground for him to stand on, and sort of... flies over. "Are you all right, sir?" Yeah, even Haru knows this pointy-eared dude is a person of some import. 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      The Elvenking's outfit isn't exactly meant for combat, so his usually graceful movements are a bit restricted. He grunts and sweeps his sword out again, merely blinking when one of the zombies is wrecked by an incoming rock. He expects to see Toph but sees a young man instead. "You seem to have changed, Toph." He says flatly, placing his other hand on the hilt of the sword to swing down at another zombie. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Thranduil's strike takes the arm of a second zombie! As it reels in surprise from losing the limb, its balance upset, the young man sweeps his arms upwards, raising a stone from the ground, and then using a punching motion to send it into the same zombie. There's now four zombies left. As for the young man, it's not just his looks that are different. Toph's skills involved a lot of slamming her feet into the ground, in fact most of what she did involved her feet. This fellow seems the opposite, using his hands to move the stones. He's very much the 'crane' of 'tiger and crane'. His eyes are focused, and he's looking around, so he lacks Toph's blindness. All in mind, this is probably not Toph. In fact, he blinks. "Oh, er... s-she's my teacher, sir," he ventures meekly. DEFINTELY not Toph, with that attitude. 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Thranduil locks his gaze upon Haru, giving the zombies an opening to get their hands on him. He runs one through with his sword, then trips as one snares his movements by unintentionally standing on the long train of his robe and he clatters to the ground, his sword escaping his hand and slides across the ground. If one were to pick it up, it would feel very light, like an extension of the arm. It might also feel as though it has a faint buzz to it. Thranduil tries to get up, unhooking the lower clasps of his robe, revealing the fact that he does indeed wear clothes beneath the long flowing garment. The Sindaran Elf definitely looks angry at this point. "Your teacher. How can she be your teacher when you are obviously older?" Being attacked by the undead and he still finds time for snark. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Now knocked down to three, the zombies take the opening Thranduil provides as he trips on his robe, to lunge at him. That's when the young man interposes himself between the Elvenking and the approaching zombies. And here he displays some of Toph's technique here, slamming a heel onto the ground with a forward 'scuffing' motion, to send up a wall between himself and the zombies. That should give Thranduil enough time to stand up. It gives HIM enough time to answer truthfully. He doesn't completely take his eyes off the zombies though, instead he turns around to look at Thranduil. "With all due respect, sir... if you'd seen exactly what Sifu Toph can do, you wouldn't need to ask that," he replies to the question. Seems he DOES have some backbone! "Toph Beifong is the greatest earthbender in my world. She learned to earthbend from creatures that do it as easily as breathing. She does it that easily too." When the zombies come out from behind the wall (these aren't the stupid lumbering ones, after all) he shifts to a battle stance. Hopefully Thranduil's gotten up off the ground by then! 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Thranduil rises to his feet and adjusts his crown, looking around. More zombies are coming,, and his sword is just out of reach. He looks to Haru and retorts "She is an ally to the woodland realm. She created extra caverns so that we may have a safer place to retreat to should we be under seige by the forces of the Necromancer." One of the zombies manages to crosscheck him, sending him crashing back to the ground in a heap of silver robe and nearly white hair. He is not having a very good day it seems, but it gives Haru a chance to be a hero and save a King! 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Haru takes the opportunity, though only because Thranduil is in trouble. Toph would have earthspiked the zombies into oblivion. Haru, on the other hand, gives a focused kiai-cry of effort and quickly kneels to slam his fist into the ground. This sends the piece of ground that the zombie's standing on into the air. It's not likely to be fun for the zombie once he lands again. Concentrating on the zombies, Haru again interposes himself between the Elvenking and the remaining two threats. He sweeps his hands out, then presses them down at his sides, palm down. The ground under the zombies abruptly drops, leaving them buried to their waists. They're not out of the fight, but they'll need to dig themselves out to threaten them further. Which they quickly begin doing. Thranduil has a free shot at the both of the remaining threats. "I think I heard about that," Haru replies. Well, read a report, anyway. He's still looking at the zombies, though. Just in case. "I'm glad it'll help." Surprisingly no, Thranduil's attitude isn't getting on Haru's nerves. Thranduil can't be as bad as the five years the Fire Nation held his village hostage. 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Elven Elbows seem to be rather tough as Thranduil demonstrates by thrusting his back to knock down one zombie, and as he straightens he seems to take something from his boot and and swings his left arm out, the light gleaming off a dagger as ornate as the sword as he sweeps it across its midsection. He has a few scrapes upon his right cheekbone which seems to pain him more than it should. The heel of his boot also connects with one of them, giving him enough time to fully straighen and prepare to fight the next group. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Haru's impressed by this man's agility. Even in that outfit, the only time he'd fallen had to do with the zombies, not with his own issues with the robes. Luckily there aren't 'waves' of zombies, only two individuals left. And those are sort of multitasking between digging themselves out of Haru's trap and trying to grab the Elvenking. Or Haru, they're not picking. They're just hungry. Thranduil's dagger rips into the chest of one, prompting it to screech loudly and flail its arms. The second gets a boot in the face and bends back sharply. Something cracks at about the level of its legs, and it also screeches and flails. Haru winces. Augh that sound they make is horrible. he doesn't go on the offensive though, he's waiting for them to act, and aside from grabbing at him (which is relatively easy to dodge), they really haven't. 

:'''{{#var:592|Thranduil (592)}} has posed:'''      Thranduil is finally free of the zombies and straightens to his full impressive height. He has cuts and scratches, one cut near his temple trickling blood down the side of his face. His clothes are tattered and torn, and the look on his face is one of Dread. Elves tend to become overwhelmed by dread, especially when there's undead around. He wobbles on his feet, moving his hands out at his sides to try and balance himself, but after a few moments just crumples to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut. At least they won, right? 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' And in response, Haru just... freezes, looking confused. D-did he... just faint? ...Well, this is a complication. Quickly getting over the surprise, Haru heads over to the fallen Elf-King, and tries to check on him. If he's fainted that probably means he's injured somehow. So battle has to stop. Haru will put an end to it quickly. He sweeps his arms up, to raise the area of ground that he and Thranduil are on, and levitates it into the air. Then he directs it to leave the area, quickly! 

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A Mage, An Earthbender, And A Dragon Walk Into A Bar...

2014-06-30T20:09:22Z

TerraVerso: Pretty much exactly what the title says. Hijinks ensue.

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|Date of Scene=2014/06/30
|Location=Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiverse
|Synopsis=Pretty much exactly what the title says. Hijinks ensue.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' There's always a large variety of people in the Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiverse. It's not altogether unusual to see a knight armored in medieval plate sitting at the bar next to a man or woman in a skintight cybersuit with lines of power running all through it like it was a wearable circuitboard. It's a great place to people watch if you want to see the variety that the Multiverse has to offer. One of the people here is a young man with bronzed skin, brown hair, and light green eyes. His hair's pulled up in a topknot and bound with a metal ring that, besides being green, is otherwise unadorned. As if to help the Chinese imagery, he's wearing a men's cheongsam, loose pants, and slipper-shoes as well. And he has the beginnings of a moustache. It's just an idle moment for him, it seems, and two small rocks levitating over his hand seem to chase each other around. Though he's not touching the rocks, his fingers move as if he were manipulating baoding balls-- those Chinese hand-exercise balls-- and in response the rocks move accordingly. 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima is still feeling her way around the many, many, many lands that make up the Multiverse, so her knowledge of what happens to be decent places to sit down and rest are limited. However, via word of mouth, she finally makes her way into the establishment and upon entering it, she looks back outside towards it's...unusual location and appears similarly vexed. She gets over it soon enough however, and takes a seat at the bar, the dragon curling her tail around her stool. She picks up a menu and takes out a rolled up magazine of sort, setting the latter on the counter and the former above her snout, beginning to read what tasty treats were served here. 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' Hayate Yagami manages to make it three steps past the threshold of the door before remembering to setting her conference call the private and dimming the floating display. She hadn't remembered, herself. The waitstaff was astute enough to remember for her with a polite tug on one empty sleeve of the long coat thrown over her shoulders. Then they had tugged on the coat a little harder and ushered it away into the coat room and started quietly chasing after the distracted lady with her coat ticket. Hayate is distracted not because of the conference call - the same old boring weekly status reports from department neither hers nor remotely related to hers - but rather the very urgent and pressing crisis threatening the integrity of Section Six's highest command. One that requires the personal involvement and immediate mobilization of such heavyweight assets as herself. The coffee machine broke. So it is that with some quiet desperation and urgency Hayate flings herself into the nearest open seat at the bar and scarcely waits for the seat the swing back into line before looking around for the bartender. Hoping to catch his or her eye and resolve this crisis in a t- Or she can just watch the distracted employee stare at some guy over there juggling rocks. That's fine too. It's not like her headache needs soothing coffee. Must be a new hire or something. Who even stares at -juggling- any more, in this place? It does strike Hayate, after a few impatient seconds, that it is some mighty -slow- juggling... 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Now see...dragons are a Big Thing in Haru's world. So when one with a body shaped like a human walks into the bar, of /course/ he's going to look. In fact, the levitating rocks stop abruptly, and fall back into his hands when his eyes go wide. He doesn't speak up, and after a few moments he gets the idea that staring isn't a good idea. He looks back to the rocks that had fallen into his hand and closes his hand around them, turning them into dust and directing the dust into a trashbin. He may not have noticed Hayate yet. 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima hadn't done a particularly good job of noticing either of them, as they were just rather normal looking patrons despite Hayate's floating..display of immediate confusion. She waves down a bartender and speaks in a low whisper towards him, obviously placing an order of some kind. She nods in agreement a moment later and the bartender takes off to fufill his job description. In the meantime, she goes back to the magazine she had brought with her, but closer inspection revealed it to be a catalogue with plenty of orderable things in it. She taps her foot-claws idely against the ground while she gingerly goes through the thin paper pages, every now and again pointing towards something that caught her interest. 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' Of course, once the big distraction is gone, Hayate could get back to the business of patronizing the bar. If she wasn't prevented from doing so by the very sensible practice of serving those who came first. The bartender turns to the fellow seated to her r-DRAGON. Dragon dragon dragon. All of a sudden, Hayate's headache doesn't seem particularly threatening any more. And the conference call is forgotten completely. There's a staff member gently pushing a bit of paper into her hand, which also goes ignored. Dragon dragon dragon. "Ahem," Hayate clears her throat, in preparation for fulfilling her current life's goals. "Coffee, please. House. Black. And the sugar on the side. Thank you." 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima food finally arrives with as much fanfare as it deserves...which ain't much. It's a giant plate of barbecued ribs, with a massive side of white rice. The dragon leans over the food and takes a deep sniff of it. Seeming pleased, she takes a deep breath an exhales slowly, shooting a small, well controlled carpet of flame over the ribs, toasting the barbecue sauce to perfection. When she's given the utensils (a Fork, Spoon and Knife respectively) she speaks with the bartender again, and after a brief visit to the back, a pair of wooden chopsticks are presented. Now officially happy, she bids the server on his way and expertly starts to pick up clumps of the rice, eating it fairly quickly. 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' The flames are briefly reflected in Hayate's coffee. Briefly, not because of the regrettable end of the display, but because of the entirely commendable end of Hayate not having any coffee in her. The sip is followed by a gulp followed by a smiling, satisfied sigh. And then a quiet, almost inaudible rumble. Hayate blinks and sets the almost-empty cup back down onto its saucer with a hesitant clink. She knows what the rumbling was. She knows what needs to be done about it. The dragon eating ribs is still -fascinating- to watch. And that means that the dragon right there cannot possibly help her with this next thing. Now, if someone looked properly susceptible and vulnerable to... a-ha~! "Heya, the top-knot little brother there. Can you help me out with a problem?" 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' The sudden gout of flames is, of course, enough to startle Haru, and he scoots a little farther to the side. Fire Nation and all. Kind of leaves a little mark on the psyche. He's not exactly /afraid/ of fire, per se. He's just very cautious around those who use it that easily. Then again... dragon. Kind of expected. It's Hayate's speaking up that get his attention and bring it away from the fiery dragon-woman over there. "Huh?" He turns his head in her direction and blinks. "A problem? Uh... well, I can try. I'm not sure," he offers. 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima continues to eat some of the rice, as soon the a sliding cup of tea arrives. She catches it and sets it on the other side of her plate, digging now into the main course. She quite expertly pulls out each and every bone from the rib, either by sliding them out thanks to the well cooked nature, or pulling them upwards for the tougher ones. Thankfully, it's quite well done, so the bones slide out with ease. She makes a rather disturbing pile of them next to her plate, which leaves her with a long strip of mostly undisturbed meat. To that, sticks it in her mouth, and much like how one might slurp up a peice of spaghetti, slurps up the entire rack of ribs, until her cheeks puff out obscenely. She chews it for a few moments and swallows it, a fat yet sharp tongue going around her lips to remove any excess barbecue sauce. The Dragon looks pleased. 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' Hayate answers a bit slowly, on account of watching noodle-ribs-cuisine being practiced a meter or so away from her, and also watching to make sure that she doesn't end up with bits of sauce on her uniform. None dared. "Yeah, the topknot-little-brother. See~" She holds up a charge card, fished from the shallows of a uniform pocket, "I want to order lunch to the expense account, but I'm only allowed to do that here if it's either meeting for official activities, or for an internal group meal. Now, I came here all alone, and if you don't have lunch with me, I'm going to go hungry. You won't let big-sis down, will you?" 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima , only as she picks up the bones and starts to messily crunch them, realizes that she's being...watched. She slows her eating down so that she could talk, sucking in one of the bones in her mouth and crunching it clearly in half as she turns to look towards Haru and Hayate, her earfins wide with confusion. "What?" 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' ...Okay. watching dragons eat is creepy. With that decided, he turns his attention to Hayate. Official activities? "Oh, er... well, I could. What would you be saying we were meeting about, though?" he inquires. Karima's looking at him suddenly has him hunkering down a little. If she can bite bones in half, he definitely doesn't want to have her upset at him. He doesn't want to be next on the menu. "Um... n-nothing." 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' "Thanks!" Hayate fetches two copies of the menu off of a nearby stand and neatly drops one into Haru's lap. Clever person, really. Likeable, too. "Ah, well, let me just hand you one of these badges from the contractors I work with. What did you say your name was, again?" Hayate fishes around in a pocket and then pulls out a rather large, prominent badge on a rather short lanyard, proclaiming the wearer to be with Sunflower, a courier service. A craunching noise breaks Hayate's thought and she turns towards Karima while still holding the badge out in the air, dangling for all to see. "What?" 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima 's tail lashes against the ground with a gentle *Thap!* noise as she turns her full attention on the two. While the female doesn't appear to have been looking towards her, the guy on the other hand, was. She rests her hands in her lap and crosses them one over the other, leaning on them to keep hunched body up. A brow very slowly raises. "Don't play dumb with me human. What is it? Do I frighten you?" 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Haru picks up the dropped menu before it hits his lap, and turns it right side up. He blinks at the badge, though. Well, it's temporary, he figures, and accepts the badge. That is, if Hayate has the presence of mind to release it. If not, he can wait until she does to accept it. Once he's sure she'll hear him, he answers the question of his name. "Well I actually didn't but, I'm Haru. Nice to meet you," he offers kindly. Suddenly Karima's... well, basically calling him out. With all the unknown around him, it's easy to slip back into the cowed ways of the mining village while under occupation. But... not this time. Why? Because Toph would kick his behind, that's why. So instead, he takes a breath, squares his shoulders. Looks to Karima. "There are dragons in my world, and they're thought of as divine. Between that and seeing how strong you are? Honestly, yes. I am." 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' Hayate does, indeed, release the badge so that Haru can put it around his neck. Or not, as it might. His answer jolts her out of her mild confusion at the dragon's comments and questions. "Yagami. Nice to meet you. And... you, too." She directs towards Karima, ever so slightly leaning forwards and edging into the space between the two. She was not about to have her lunch dat- erm... 'meeting partner' be unduly interrupted. At least not before lunchtime. The dragon can come too. "Would you like to join us, or are you full~? Perhaps dessert?" 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima smiles towards Haru when he speaks plainly towards her, snickering after a moment of thought. She speaks thoughtfully. "Isn't that sweet? Most times when I hear of my kind in different universes, they're either jackasses or killed repeatedly. But as long as you are with the Union, we're on the same side, so there's little need to worry about me." She perks her brows when Hayate invites her over and looks back towards her plate of half eaten food. She shrugs and stands, grabbing the large plate with her hands and her tail wrapping around the cup. She brings them over towards the shared table and puts them down in roughly the same order she had it before and sits down, her tail bringing up her tea with a sip. "Haru and Yagami is it? My name is Karima. And if you are still ordering, I was thinking of getting some crab. You...do have that here, yes? Steamed crab?" 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Haru scoots a little, so that he can give Hayate room to give Karima room. Though her mention of dragons in his world gets a kind of embarassed look. "Well... a while back the Fire Nation decided to hunt them for sport. Whoever managed to kill one would be called a 'Dragon' himself. That's the Fire Nation, though." He says it as if it should be clear. He's not dressed like Fire Nation, after all. It's even possible that his allegiance could be guessed, just from the fact that he's wearing green and brown instead of red. 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:''' "Ah, Karima. Hi! Oh! Crab! If that's right..." She makes a complicated sort of frown at the air, along with a quick flick of a finger, and brings up what appears to be about six or seven different watches and dials and calendars of strange shapes and persuasions for inspection. The array hovers there for a few seconds while she finds what she needs, and then blinks out just as abruptly as it arrived. "It's a good season for it, actually. Still first molt season for- ah, Karima, Haru, have you ever tried soft-shelled baby crabs from the Yargsentse? They're best deep-fried with salt and pepper, I think. Bite-sized... erm... well, for all three of us, and crispy throughout. Let's get two orders to start..." Hayate, immensely relieved that lunch was going to happen after all, starts pestering the waitstaff and being rather graphic about just how she wants certain things. Other than a, "No allergies, right?" slung Haru's way, she seems to have temporarily escaped the conversation." 

:'''{{#var:235|Karima (235)}} has posed:''' Karima finishes off her plate of rice while they were waiting, chopsticks scooping up just about every single last grain on the plate. When the question is posed about her eating a specialized crab, she shakes her head. "Crabs are much smaller here, so it takes awhile to actually make an impact. Where I come from, they're often times bigger than I am with the biggest being the size of a house. You get one of those guys down into a massive boiling pot and you've got dinner for a week or more. Like imagine a peice of crab meat the size of my arm." She gestures towards her arm for reference, sticking it out lengthwise. Going back to Haru, she frowns a little bit at that, rolling her eyes. "Just goes to show not everyone with fire powers is a nice person. They don't deserve the power of fire. I had to work to control mine." 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' "Allergies? Not that I know of," Haru replies. Blinking at the strange shapes Hayate summons into the air around herself. He also seems quite surprised at the accounts of crabs that large. "That seems like it'd be hard to catch, though. Well, without it eating you first..." He shakes his head regarding the subject of 'nice' people. "No. The Fire Nation definitely isn't 'nice'..." He sighs, eager to change the subject. He looks to Hayate, and nods. "That sounds good to me, though." Referring to the tiny crab bite thingies. 

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