Well Hello There... [pg 13]

[Ari Phoenix]

The angel left, and she was still drunkenly. The cool nights air wasn't so good on someone who was warmed by booze, and the flames with in, especially for a Phoenix like her, who was preffering to remain in human form. She started walking back towards the bar, swaying back and fourth as she moved. She still had her true eyes on her face, so it was a rather strange site. She just continued to move, thinking about how warm it was, as she held herself for warmth.

She felt a chill as the wind picked up, and even worse so, she felt herself sniffle. She didn't think much of it, since her mind was so much slower right now, and she fell to the side and hit a building. Drunk and walking, were not that good to her right now, as she was still just a clutsy as usual. She shook her head, and continued to move towards the door, getting back to her feet, and using the wall, which seemed to bounce away from her and towards her, as a guide rail. She just didn't know what she was going to do, besides sit down and talk more with the Old man in the bar and cafe.

She slowly found herself nearing the door. She thought about how pretty the door was, and started to move closer, unaware of anything, but the cool night air, and the wobblyness of her drunkness, which may have been added to thanks to the help of a certain interfering angel. She saw how things had calmed down inside, and was wondering what to do, when a guy came up from the outside, and spoke. He sounded like he was silver tongued, as the English would say. He spoke as if his tongue was silver, and his voice seemed to hold some tinges of protectiveness, and femininity. She just smiled with that drunken blush, and looked at the guy in the pink shirt.

"Seme or Uke? Shonenai-desuka?" She spoke, asking if he took or recieved, and if he was really a one who was of boys love. It was a sorta polite, if informal way of asking if the guy was gay, but it was unlikely that he understood at all, especially if he knew japanese, and knew she wasn't speaking it properly. Still, she swayed against the door for a second, and then gave a soft smile. "Made mada da ne, Aori-chan go inside now, warm up, before Aori-chan get cold, ne?" she asked, before opening the door, but as she did so, the cold and the warmth started building and caused her to sneeze, luckily, the resulting blue fireball went straight up into the air, and disappaited.

She giggled. :Gomensai, Aori-chan ish a little dwunken wight now." her body seemed to be making it make her even more drunk over time, but that was a strange reaction, it seemed to be caused by the burning that happened of the alchohol. She just giggled, and opened her top a little. "It's Still so hot in here, but Aori-chan won't get sick in here, ne? she asked, as she started towards a table, not remembering she was going to ask White more questions.

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Coyle, seeing this apparent need to return to the cafe, kindly steered the girl away from the bar and out into the cold night air - a worthwhile place to be if ever he were to taunt some of the more bold villagers out here. He knew they were watching.... Waiting for him to leave her alone long enough to pick her off. White had left her alone. Coyle knew enough about the pecking order to know this was a green light for the rest of Colleger to get more friendly. Perhaps this would not directly affect White, but it sure would **** him off. Good enough. Truly great annoyance was built from the ground up - and Coyle intended to make his foundation solid.

Just as he successfully steered Aori - as he gleaned her name off the top of her head - from the bar though, he heard what she was saying.

Well, not heard. He understood. Coyle - technically speaking - did not know how to read, write, or speak any language. He did, however, know how to decipher pure meaning and intent from life. Much easier - and unlike inefficient languages, there was only one specific way that mortals thought. He knew the universal language to everything they did in a way then. Nothing escaped him, even if it was mumbled. So he caught her meaning quite clearly, and now, in the middle of the street while the wind was blowing and the ravenous vampires were waiting for him to drop his guard just long enough to pluck the drunk girl from his sight, he simply laughed.

...did he take or receive? That was funny... She was a very funny little creature; as the high, sweet laughter would dictate. He thought she was just wonderful...

"Oh, I do a bit of both," the smile was innocent, but the words were oddly poisonous as he spoke. "I do a bit of everything, really... Whatever strikes my fancy. But you'd be the only one that knows that... Forward as you are in your blissful inebriation."

Coyle was happy. Very happy that his point had been gotten across. He was jubilant, and as he scanned through the pinpoints of light that were the leering eyes of the monsters around him, he could only laugh at them too. The lights flickered slightly, but they did not leave. No, they wouldn't... Vampires were persistent things. But he was worse. So much worse... and he'd prove that now.

"So, Aori," the beast said, childishly - almost as a child would ask a teacher how to color in the lines of a picture, "tell me something about yourself. Anything... We have time."

And noticing that she was shivering, Coyle did something he rarely ever did anymore - he conjured up his most favorite kind of magic. Fire magic. With a quick flourish of his fingers, there encased them a small circle of illuminating flame that both lit the area around them and gave off a pleasant warmth. It also shone very briefly bright enough to reflect off the pale faces in waiting, but the light quickly died down. Coyle pretended not to notice the restlessness about him as he snapped and there appeared a set of comfortable looking chairs for both him and his new guest.

Normally someone might find it strange that they were having a seat in nice furniture in the middle of the street at night, but these were petty details to Coyle. Why not, he asked himself. And there was no reason against it.

"You're special..." the beast commented. "Don't be ashamed. It's a pretty imperfection that adds to the beauty of the world... It's a good thing. Now talk to me. I want to know all there is about you."

[Ari Phoenix]

The shemale only smiled, as she looked on in inebriation, and enjoyed the feeling of the heat surrounding them. "You wish to hear about Aori, fine, Aori will speak of Aori." She said, her voice barely able to contain a level, instead going back and forth from quiet to almost loud, and back. She just sat in the chair that she hadn't seen, though she was outside now, and that was alright, as fire wasn't good inside buildings, she had learned. It usually got peoplei n trouble anyways, and as such, it was alright here.

" Aori is a blue Phoenix, born to a mommy phoenix, and a daddy phoenix, in japan. Though it ish funny, becaushe Aori fits the traditionally Ashian phoenixes, as a Hermaphrodite shtyle Phoenix." she slurred. She didn't know she was slurring, but she was still completely hammered. "Aori-cwan ish the shtrangesht pershon she knows, For she could have been a normal girl, or a normal boy, but instead, was in between, She has a boy'sh lower part, but in the shape of a girl over all, and even her voice ish female." she started, just rambling on, her Phoenix eyes just looking at the boy, with the Fairy like gaze that had happened from her eyes coming out.

She then added on. "Aori ish hot, but Phoenixesh don't get hawt...do dey? I mean we Phoenix are Immotal and ash shuch, we live almost eteranlly...but we are made of Fire...sho shouldn't we not be able to be hot?" she thought, as she looked at the strange person in front of her, who used fire magic. She didn't even know if he knew what she was talking about, but in her inebriation, she didn't care, and adjusted her collar to her robe, so it was down to her shoulders, revealing a lot of neck, and more cleavage. "Aori likesh girlsh, they are nice, and kind, and smell good, and are soft...unlike guysh, who are hard, and mean, and pick on Aori in the Shower, just becaushe Aori is like them, and not like them..." She spoke, thinking about how she had to Shower with a Heavy Shirt on in Gym, or shower with pants on if she was in the Girls locker.

She then looked at the Stars. "Aori-cwan wantsh to fly into the Shtarsh shometime." She added finally, slurred, as she looked up, the cute blush on her face from inebriation. She didn't even realize she was saying half of what she was saying, she was just doing the easiest thing, which was complying to the Beings wish for her to talk about herself. "Ish that sho wrong?" she added, still slurring like crazy. She suddenly looked down, and noticed her own, slightly modest cleavage. "Why doesh Aori-cwan hide shuch thingsh? Aori-cwan should put her body on dishplay, and show the people that she isn't ashamed of what she ish." She stood up, determination in her slightly fairy like eyes. She then fell backwards onto the chair, dizzy.

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Coyle sat in his comfortable chair, legs crossed and hands folded together like some kind of responsible adult creature-thing. In all reality though, he was roiling with boredom - simply seething with it. He did not care about this girl-boy thing or its problems with itself, nor did he find the revenge business much fun.

Nothing was fun anymore... He used to be happy. He used to see the world for the first time and be awestruck by its uniqueness - its individuality and beauty. Now though, he'd seen it all. You look at one patch of atoms you look at them all... So sad, but it was true. The only thing that held even the most remote amount of interest for hims now were living things. They were still as much a mystery as he'd first found them. Life... this strange concept of beginning and end. Being and unbeing. Coyle did not know how to do such things, thus they fascinated him. He could not die, as far as he knew - in fact the very thought a few thousand years ago would be ridiculous to him. But now... now there were these "rules" and he must follow them... and this made him interested. These creatures and their rules...

Like, why must something be male of female? Since he was already on the subject, it did seem odd for them to pick just one. It would benefit the race better if they were all both - seeing as they needed genders and all. He'd never understood this procreation thing either. Something to fill a void with..? Maybe the void of passing life? He was not aware of any such procreation where he came from. Things were and were not. They would always be and never be. They were what they were, and then they were another thing entirely. It was all very simple, and none of these rules applied nor ever could be applied. What Coyle came from was madness, and this ordered world was lost on him - save the freedom of individuality.

So he sat there, playing by these rules and having his dearest baby Mel and protecting her from evil things like White who were meant to harm her unspeakably - he did not know why this was bad, but it was and he did not doubt it now that he had in fact a baby of this place to deal with. She followed the rules, even if he did not have to. She must, so he must, and he would do so to the point of encasing his Mel in his own protection. Nothing would bypass him. Nothing.

And if it meant mustering the patience to **** with White, he'd do it. If if meant smiling and laughing at this cute little mortal's story, he would do that too. Not that he was bored by it per se - just less interested than he would have liked to be.

"Interesting," the best murmured.

Actually... wait, what was that? A chance... to understand something. That was interesting.

"Why... is your gender so important?" Coyle asked, suddenly, without the guise of childishness to soften his features but still retaining that innocent glow. He was, after all, innocent. Pure. He knew nothing of this - was a foreigner that must learn. And he had learned, and he had mastered. But just because he'd lived here a while didn't make it home. He'd like to know... things.

"Isn't it better?" he followed up. The vampires didn't concern him now. He wanted to know this.

[Ari Phoenix]

She was caught off guard, by a question about why Gender was so important. She thought about it, trying to be knowledgeable, though it wasn't going to happen, she was just too drunk. So instead, she stood up, and looked at the person. "To Immortal Creatures, it eventually doeshn't matter, but to Mortal creaturesh, it alwaysh mattersh, becaushe it ish part of Identity, becaushe most mortalsh are either female or male. I am shomething in between, sho I don't fit in ash well." The Phoenix just spoke, as she tried to understand it better herself.

She then decided to try it from another perspective. "To be male or female, shuggests a role in life, that a Mortal or Immotal may lead, Femalesh tend to be kinder, and take care of the softer tashksh, but males tend to be cruder, atleasht that was how they were explained at one time, I am not that old though, as I am young, but I shtill will probably be alive, when mortals move onto a new shtyle of living, and a new mind shet." She explained,, "Thoshe like me, tend to not have a role, ash thoshe like me, and shimilar, are sheen ash not normal, and ash shuch, we don't get to do either role, though we could do both." She threw that in, under the thought that it might make sense.

She wasn't the best, but during each of those thoughts, she went over what she had been told by her parents, and how the Ancient Asian phoenixes could switch their genders at will, and how she might one day gain that ability, but also how males were usually head of families, seen as pillars, and given the stronger and more brutal tasks. The Females in the past were seen as home makers, and sometimes struggling harder for certain tasks, such as gaining respect, or gaining eqal rights. She just knew that the importance of gender was mostly implied by the "Superior" race, the Humans, who most mythics had to hide amongst. That meant that some of the Mythological species had to blend in, and soon, they had taken on some of the concepts and mindsets of the lesser race.

She also thought about how the Animal kingdom didn't care so much, and how almost every creature was naturally bi, besides those that were not limited in their existance. She could only assume that mostly it was used in Self image, and nothing else, besides how others saw you, and how they got confused about her all the time. She had confused a ton of people who knew, so those who ddin't, didn't seem so likely to judge or mistreat her, and those who didn't know, also didn't either push her away, or ask her a ton of strange questions.

"Aori-cwan doeshn't know if she likesh girlsh becausse of her gender, or becaushe of shomething elshe, but she knows that Female Gender ish the one that she likesh." she commented under her breath. Her breasts revealed to the air, still covered mostly, but were pale because of the lack of sun they had recieved, since the only times she ever had them out in the open air, in the sun, was when she was in her true form. "Thish Life goesh to the Birdsh" She finished, as she hoped it helped him, even though it probably didn't. She then started trying to imagine why she liked girls.

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This was quite a rare moment in Coyle's history. He was, of course, a monster. Evil. A miserable creature sent to cause pain and suffering across the span of the earth. He didn't mind this title much, but it kinda implied certain things. He tended to kill and maim and bother more than live in peace, for example. But he was perfectly capable of being honest, sweet, nice, compatible. Just because he decided one day that he was going to devote his life to the greater evil didn't mean he couldn't switch if he wanted to.

So this was an odd moment for him - he wasn't specifically trying to do anything wrong right now. There instead came a glimpse of his vast intelligence - only rumored of or boasted about but rarely ever seen except in the way he used it as a knife to cut others down with. And Coyle was drastically intelligent - startlingly so, with a clean, defined set of morals and understandings and a scholarly lust for knowledge that rivaled any upstanding person's.

"Such things are implied," the beast said, offhandedly, as if it were very easy to understand. "Roles that are crafted due to differences in gender, race, age, size... they mean nothing unless you make them mean something. They have no logical value, especially in the case of male and female. Things like age can help in hard labor - where the young can withstand toil and regenerate faster than the old - but in cases where such small things as personality are concerned, gender is hardly an issue."

He flourished a hand, boredly.

"Everything here focuses too much on differences... Where I come from, there is no difference; because there is no individuality. Everything is everything else. That's why I came here - it's a lot nicer to the individual. But you seem to take this for granted... Making rules that turn the gift if knowing chair from table into such horrid things as racism and sexism. It's a waste of something not everyone has." He laughed at this. He'd thought it odd ever since he came here. Blacks were "different" from whites... what for? Both of them tasted good. Both could be forced to work and plead and beg. Both bled to his liking if he hurt them. There was no difference - although to be honest just like you like the red car more than the blue one, Coyle tended to like white better than black.

White showed veins, and he wasn't good with that anatomy stuff. He really hated hitting something important as soon as he hurt someone and having them die right there on the spot. So white was better. Aori was white. Asian white, but she had lots of veins.

"But that's all just silly thinking," the beast finally said. "Caring... Empathy. I don't have that. People's thoughts overall don't affect me. I am neither man nor woman; young nor old; black nor white. I am nothing and everything, and whatever I appear to be is only based on what you'd like to see of me."

It was true. He'd done a bit of research when picking a human form, and he found the least threatening kind of form was white, scrawny, small, young, and with beautiful features. It was what most people responded to with "empathy" and what he could use to manipulate them. It was all very easy, because people by nature had these strange prejudices he could exploit. But it made no difference to him.

He made an argument to her statement - it was true he wanted to know why this was so important to her, but at the same time she thought so very much like a mortal, like a physical being. He was often confused by this thought. It made no sense to him; but then again he was raised in a very different atmosphere...