Ōn’nyosh: Snorts in amusement. No, I’m Sir Grand Jackass, at your service. He tosses his juggling balls up, bows deeply at Christina, then straightens and catches the balls with ease. Though, my real name’s Ōn’nyosh. Now, what name would best suit you, oh Tall Fox Lady?
(Ōn’nyosh is only 5’11”, so yeah, lol)
Christina: Snorts derisively Call me anything but Christina and I'll gut you like a pig.
(Damn. Christina towers over him by about 2 feet, lmao!)
Ōn’nyosh: Hums in thought. He snickers at his own thoughts, then shrugs. Alright. No guarantees on the name calling, though. Chuckles.
(Yeah, like he cares though, lmao!)
Christina: Scowls May as well turn you into charred toecabbage then. A black flame appears in the palm of her right hand
(Lmao, true)
Ōn’nyosh: Pauses at the sight of the flame, intrigued but also wary. Now, hold on a moment. The reason why I can’t guarantee it, is because it’s quite literally my job to insult people. So, name calling is a habit. But, I’ll make you a deal. I will do my best not to call you anything disrespectful, and you don’t incinerate me with that evil bastard of a flame there. Agreed? I can also throw a ball at Nightowl Gone Wrong over here… points at Mirada… for your amusement. Ōn’nyosh grins hopefully.
Christina: Purses her lips, trying not to laugh That would be. . . acceptable. She extinguishes the flame, then points at Mirada Hit him already.
Mirada: Surprise dances across his face. Wha-
Amber: Laughs, slightly impressed by Ōn’nyosh but trying to hide it.
Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles. Then tosses his three juggling balls into the air, catching two and slapping one away. The ball went flying for Mirada’s face.
Christina: Tracks the ball easily, then turns back to On'nyosh Can I have one of those balls you're holding?
Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles. I could answer with a really dirty joke, but I’ll spare you for now. Tosses a ball to Christina. I’ve got pretty much a dozen or so of these little juggling balls, so if I lose one, it’s no big deal.
Christina: Rolls her eyes Whatever. She takes the ball, then launches it at nearly the speed of sound at the alabaster white figure that just walked in
Dane: Catches the ball easily. It dissipates into a cloud of nitrogen Very funny, trying to kill me as soon as I get here.
Mirada: Hey! Ducks quickly. What’d I ever do to you, Sir Jester? Rolls his eyes. And I don’t recall offending you, lil miss sunshine!
Ōn’nyosh: Laughs at Christina’s comment. He watches, then chuckles. He then turns to Mirada. Well, for one, you called me ‘Sir’. Fuck titles. Two, you look like a fucking paintbrush vomited on a black sheep. He laughs.
Mirada: Anger flares in his eyes and he storms closer till he stands toe to toe with Ōn’nyosh. Well, at least, I don’t pick fights with new guys. Or flirt with wounded women. He jerks his head in Amber’s direction.
Amber: Nostrils flare. You know nothing about me, newbie.
Mirada: Shakes his head violently. I know enough to know you deserve better than the likes of him.
Elijah: Sigh and takes Sadie’s hand, kissing it. I promise, someday, we’ll go on a proper date. Whenever there’s peace and quiet. He runs over to Mirada and Ōn’nyosh ready to break up a fight.
Christina: Nods in agreement Besides, I find your mere presence offensive.
Dane: Sighs This entire group is offensive.
Ōn’nyosh: Doesn’t flinch at Mirada’s presence. I insult everybody. I don’t care who. His eyes narrow threateningly. I’m an asshole, but I, at least, know how to fucking treat a woman, you cocksucking prick. He notices Elijah. Please tell me you’re not with this fucking asshole. Because I have no qualms about beating the shit out of anyone who mistreats a woman!
Elijah: Shakes his head at Mirada. Not cool, man. You don’t know her. Don’t make assumptions. Turns to the jester, placing a hand on his shoulder. No, but I don’t want a fight either.
Mirada: Sneers at Elijah. Oh and who do you think you are, justice of the peace?
Christina: Sighs as the smell of ozone overpowers everything. A great charge of electricity starts to raise the hairs on everyone, and a numb sensation slowly creeps through nerves and muscles. A large discharge of lighting leaves a smoking crater in the ground, inches away from Mirada, Elijah, Dane and On'nyosh. Her eyes are glowing gold and electric blue, and a sense of danger permeates the air That's enough of that, boys.
Dane: Flinches, eyes wide Yes, ma'am!
Ōn’nyosh: Snorts, brushing off Elijah’s hand. Good. I usually don’t start fights, but I’ll fucking kill to defend a woman. Turns to Mirada, his expression turning into a fierce scowl. Listen close, you fucking Nyffaen’Srin, stay the fuck away from Amber. If I catch you looking in her direction, I’ll… He pauses when Christina strikes. He glances at her, impressed. He glances back at Mirada. I think you get the fucking point. He turns away and walks off toward Amber.
(Note: Nyffaen’Srin means ‘Ass-Sniffer/Snorter’ in On’nyosh’s native language. And, in this case, it’s a bad insult)
(Meep, you beat me to the punch. I had to change my reply before posting, lmao!)
Christina: Scowls Well this woman needs no protecting. I'm sure I showed that much.
(I laugh Ass-sniffer. I like that.)
(Grins Sorry, not sorry, lmao)
Ōn’nyosh: His mood seems to lighten a bit at that and he chuckles. I noticed that. And, that, Christina, was fucking marvelous. Though, I will gut a fucking asshole for looking at any woman, including you, the wrong fucking way. That’s just me, though. He continues toward Amber.
(Lol. Yeah. Ōn’nyosh’s native language is very creative, snickers. Though, I only have like… 3 words, lmao!)
(Lmao!)
Christina: Puffs up a bit Yes, it was quite amazing, wasn't it. She sighs You have a weird way of being noble.
(I grin Would you like help with the language, or no?)
Ōn’nyosh: Mhm. Though, it reminds me of an annoying blue lizard I once met. He used a lot of lightning, and he can’t take a joke worth shit, fucking Fathead Blue-Toe. But, besides that, I fucking loved it. He then snickers. That’s one way to put it, I guess.
(Hmm… maybe, indecisive shrug. Though, I know one reason I have so little on it is just the simple fact that I haven’t really been working on it. But, mere technicality)
Elijah: Flinches and slow grin spreads on his face. God bless the strong women. He glances over his shoulder to wink at Sadie.
Mirada: Steps back. He’s not deterred, he’s just angry. His eyes become mysteriously bright, an odd pull to them, hypnotic. He turns to Christina, his gaze meeting hers. Nice lighting. He nods towards the others. Strike them.
Amber: Finds herself scurrying towards Ōn’nyosh. She runs a hand over his face to check on him, then catches herself, her eyes becoming like steel again. Good. You’re fine. She turns on her heel and moves several feet away, steam emitting from her nostrils.
Christina: Narrows her eyes at Mirada, and she starts literally smoldering Trying to Charm the kitsune, are we?
Mirada:Shrugs, a cocky smirk on his face. Nah. Just offering a… suggestion.
Ōn’nyosh: Smiles lightly when Amber checks on him, then watches her walk away with concern. He slowly followed her, gazing at her patiently. Lovely Amber, you do not have to shut yourself away near me. I understand why, but I want to assure you that you are safe around me. He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it. He ignored the conflict going on between Christina and Mirada.
Christina: Bursts into black flame, her eyes turning crimson Here's a suggestion: cho hilm elohk noi.
(Cho hilm elohk noi is kitsune for: shut up if you like your testicles still attached. Simple and to the point!)
Amber: Eyes him with suspicion, but allows him to kiss her hand. She watches the conflict with unease, unconsciously unfolding her wings. I think… Well… If you really want to get to know me… She smirks, quirking an eyebrow. ….you might should see me in my true form.
Mirada: Woahhh, lady, chill. He walks backwards, pretending to rewind himself. Let’s start over, shall we?
Christina: Glares at Mirada, her black flames now a foot long across her entire body Don't even bother.