| Subject: Mensa was always over rated |
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Date Posted: 20:13:36 08/27/09 Thu
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tarot
's message, "you're not mensa canddidates, are you." on 12:12:51 08/26/09 Wed
Ivory flesh, tanned by natural light from Ra’s glorious rays, flinched as fingers wrapped around her upper arm and yanked her backwards into the very shadows she’d been trying so hard to avoid. Mix matched eyes glanced outwards, one the color of green the other blue. A trait few if any save one, which the blonde knew, could boast of such physicality. Catching the mental thoughts the other human was given off, Alicia allowed finely tuned jaw to clench, words of annoyance kept back as she quickly was released and sized up, the woman making a weak attempt to reach Zeth through their bond. ”It won’t work.” Opting for mental words, already she could sense another around, though where she wasn’t sure – and it wasn’t the burly human or beast in the corner. Focusing again, keeping her rising temper in check, Alicia added. ”There is some spell on the place, makes muddling around nearly impossible, also Zeth couldn’t even finish his message to me, which makes me assume something’s knocked him out of commission.” Had she known what she’d of seethed with anger at the accuser, her step-son, though as it where she simply hadn’t known. It’d been luck and fate perhaps that brought her to the Underworld. Hopes of finding Brillian, the child’s mother, or perhaps Zeth himself, neither she’d succeeded in doing.
As if eyes had filtered over her very revealed flesh Alicia had shivered though mixed tones had slanted in obvious distaste. She could have only hoped had the male the chance to quench such thirst that it would not drive him to wish more, as it had Zeth. Though she’d never wish to test that theory to begin with – not now – nor ever. Thankfully she’d been spared such thoughts, the vampire kind much easier at cloaking their thoughts then average humans as Ashena or in the more rare cases herself.
The approaching figure of Tarot, who’d never been at their side, caused Alicia to instantly bristle. The woman was obviously irate and her mood carried, especially as slender hand was reached out and brushed against her skull in a patronizing manner. Thankfully Alicia had fortified her surroundings with a thin line of air. The hit still stung and her clock was still easily rung, but it’d do far less insult then it would Ashena. “No shit Sherlock.” The sarcastic tone bursting out before the blonde had a chance to curb it – she was on edge. “I knew one of them would be here. That’s why I was standing in the open, far better than being grabbed within the shadows when you can see nothing coming.” She said this shooting a glance at the actual human in the room. Alicia could be bleed dry, but she wouldn’t die. She could be starved, stabbed, drowned, and still she’d not die. Coma would most likely be induced and had been a few times in the past years, but death just would not find her. That was not to say pain could not. Pain of the body, mind, and heart, all affected her still. And it was these that kept her seeking less violent and death-like situations when able. Today didn’t seem to be one of them.
“Whose the pooch or should I say what’s the pooch?” It was slinking from the shadows towards them and Alicia didn’t really wish her pretty flesh to have added scars to it, there were still faint ones upon her wrists and the one against her neck from when she went through the window…no need to add more – I have enough thank you.
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