forum Harbor Cafe (characters wanted !)

Started April 04, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"Okay," she said, shrugging.

Vivienne clenched her fists as she saw the drugs being exchanged, gritting her teeth but saying nothing. These IDIOTS!!, she screamed in her head, but just pressed her lips in a tight line. "No drugs for me, please.", she said coldly, ordering the caramel cappuccino.

Samandriel looked at her. "You're like 11, no one in their right mind would give you weed."

(your character since she's supposed to be a vampire, sorry if I got it wrong lol)

no, so'k. Viv is half African, I forgot to say in her description that she has dark skin. Her mother the slave was African and her father was a French prince)

Amber shrugged. "I mean, I might, depending on why you want it. But there's no chance in hell I'd ever let you smoke it." She started working on the caramel frappe, then poured the oil into two cups of black coffee.

Samandriel looked at her. "You're like 11, no one in their right mind would give you weed."

Vivienne cocked her head and glared. "I am 456, so you can shut your your mouth.", she snapped. Idiots.

"Yeah, sure, I think I would be able to tell if you were sweetheart."

(no problem, it's my fault for forgetting to put it in the description lol)
(oh, and she's wearing her violet contact lenses rn)

Vivienne rolled her eyes, removing her black fascinator and slipping it in her purse, getting hot in her pastel sweater.

"Yeah, sure, I think I would be able to tell if you were sweetheart."

Viv raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a side grin and flashing a wickedly sharp fang.

Amber handed the guy his coffee, and the vampire her frappe. "Cool it, both of you. It's 7:30 in the morning for Christ's sake."

Samandriel leaned a little closer to her, squinting at her teeth. Gods-forsaken eyesight was acting up. He raised an eyebrow before leaning back. "Well I can tell you right now I'm far older than your little brain could comprehend," he said, allowing the rune tattoos on his neck to spark to life in flares of red and orange

Vivienne scoffed, thanking the girl for the coffee."And why would that make me scared of you?" She took a sip, grinning as she felt a [whole ton] of sugar and caffeine enter her bloodstream. "Perfect, thanks!" She flashed a grin to the girl.

Samandriel took a swig of his coffee, immediately relaxing as the warmth of the coffee spread through his body. "Well, it should make you scared because I so happen to be the second dimensional guardian to ever grace the multiverse with my presence," he said, smirking behind his coffee

"Wow, I sure feel blessed.", Viv sniped sarcastically, a slight French accent hinging onto her vowels. Like I care. "Was that supposed to impress?"

She glared at both of them. "I'm going to charge you extra if you don't cut it out," she said. "Stupid kids…"

Viv sighed, taking another long swig of the coffee. "Désolé. Could I have another one of these please? Helps cut off the blood cravings."

"You," he said, pointing at Amber. "I just gave you 200 dollars. You can fight me for more cash."

"I'd rather not. Honestly, I'd kick your ass," she said, turning to make another frappe.

Vivienne snorted in amusement at the weird 'second dimensional guardian to ever grace the multiverse with his presence's attempts at bravado.

"Suuure," he drawled, taking another swig of coffee. Honestly depending on this kid's powers she might just be able to give him hell due to their location

Honestly, she wouldn't be able to do shit to that guy. At least not without Milo and Asura. She's had an extremely powerful enchanted dagger, but that was about it.

Samandriel noticed the vampire trying not to laugh and shot her a glare. "What do you think you're laughing at?"

(ASURA)

Viv smirked. "You." She slipped off her sweater, unusually hot (since vampires are usually cold). Must be the stupid 'second dimensional guardian to ever grace the multiverse with his presence's fault. Tugging at her cotton candy pink and blue crop top, she finished off her sugary drink.

Samandriel smirked when he realized the vampire was overheating a little. He went closer to her, raising the temperature of his body to deliberately make her feel like it was 100 degrees in the café

Vivienne rolled her violet eyes at him, the temperature rising. To her it only felt like 45 degrees or so (still unbearably hot by vampire standards), but it was making beads of sweat appear on her forehead. She moved away, muttering primitive French curses and sipping on her second frap.

"Samandriel, I know what you're doing and I swear to god I'm going to kick your ass," she said, turning around to face him.

He wiggled his eyebrows and took a step closer to Vivienne, slurping his coffee noisily

Vivienne's heart clenched with intinctive terror, fear leaping to her eyes for only a moment before dissapating. Her knuckles were white and she refused to look at him, desperately trying to fan the flames of her fear. This isn't France, Viv, he's just a blockhead. He's not going to hurt you., she told herself.

She whipped out her dagger and pointed it at him, glaring. "You owe me twenty more bucks for this shit," she said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. She never picks a fight without Milo there.