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Speed Dating [Open RP, IC, Probably +18] Revived~

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Sintag

Sintag

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-Rhys has come to a medically sound conclusion.  He'll wait until the Rhino and Soprana Banshee are done talking.  Pausing his pace, he sits down at a table.  He doesn't even notice fhe Saryn Prime sitting across from him until he turns.  ...Oh dear.- "Uh...Hello.  Sorry I didn't see you there."

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Teloch

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2 hours ago, Sintag said:

-Rhys has come to a medically sound conclusion.  He'll wait until the Rhino and Soprana Banshee are done talking.  Pausing his pace, he sits down at a table.  He doesn't even notice fhe Saryn Prime sitting across from him until he turns.  ...Oh dear.- "Uh...Hello.  Sorry I didn't see you there."

 
 

Seonah watched the daydreamy intruder demonstrating his lack of tact with rather scientific wonderment, but when he turned, registered her presence, and attempted to mutter something that he probably classifies as pacifying, he outright made a horrible mistake: he said to the alpha-female he didn't notice her... he said that to the alpha-female who was wearing an outstandingly sustained and modified warframe of quite daring colours, which probably worth alone more than the half of this man's gear including his sodding liset... he said that to the operative wearing the 23-grade stratos emblem on her warframe's left shoulder, the rift and the dragon-rank sigils... Oh dear.

For a barely noticeable moment, her face curved to radiate a glimpse of the scorchingly deep rage this man's called unto himself thanks to his ignorant impudence. However, she swiftly equipped a visually charming smile that somehow felt very very wicked and sinister on the emotional level, "Do you know that grineer border patrols and customs service officers are all equipped with atterax whips? Unfortunately to the trespassers and smugglers of all walks, some people are gravely serious about transitional procedures and security zones regimes," her pretty but fake smile dispersed as suddenly as it appeared; now, her face expressed something close to the severe prosecutor's patience running low, "you have thirty seconds to earn a pardon for flaunting with your peasant manners in front of a lady, and to make it original," she threw with a piercingly-cold and bloody-damn-serious voice.

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The door opens slowly, and for a moment, one might wonder if it was the wind that knocked it open. A moment later, a pointed foot steps in through the doorway. Armored fingers curl around around the door frame, and in steps a rather overly-shy Limbo. He takes great care to close the door behind him, ensuring that it closes with a click, and then just stands there, watching. Nervously, his hands rub together, as if fervently desperate to know what to do, and perhaps he really has no idea what to do. Why is he even here? Who knows.

Making a break for it, the magician finds himself an empty table, grabbing the chair like it was his own property and plonking his butt right down in it. He scoots up to the table, once again glancing around at the hullabaloo around him, watching the other patrons with a curious eye. Very slowly, he removes his Aristeas hat, setting it on the tabletop near his elbow, but leaves his overall helmet intact, his face covered.

Anxiously, he begins rolling the hat between his palms, staring at it as it goes back and forth, back and forth. Under the table, his legs cross from right to left, left to right. This poor sod is a nervous wreck; what is he doing in a place like this? Somehow he manages to order himself a soda. How in the world is he going to drink it with his helmet still on? He manages to blend in somewhat, at the very least. A rather muted off-white was his primary colour, with darkened taupe as his secondary, which covered his chest and leg flares. With his accented metal pieces gilded, and bright blue energy, one might think he was the first Limbo Prime, but no. He's just an ordinary fellow, who seems to be horrifically socially awkward. Someone buy this man a shot; he's going to need it.

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