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leave a message. will get back to you soon.
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
The fact that she's still sitting, and doing so, so straight tells him that she is gonna allow it. Let's give it a try.
He uncaps the lipstick and instead of applying it on her directly, he takes some it with his ring finger. At least it's not bright red but what people would call coral, maybe, some sort of pink if they are not into color names. It shouldn't look so intimidating that way.」
Pucker up and open a little.
「Well, he does seem to know what he's doing. That might be the strange part but, hey.」
Think of it as war paint, that's the way I see it anyway...
I'll survive. Oh, wait, no, you forgot to add, dead. 「Oops, too dark? He snorts anyway, what can he say? He might not be sure what his type is even, shut up.
It's painless and quick, just a few touches on her lips and he's done, he doesn't want to put too much of anything on her but it emphasises her lips a little more. See? Easy! He just makes it look so, too much practice.
Without asking this time, he gets something else from his bag and puts away the lipstick, brining a cute little brush and red powder, he attempts to apply some on her cheekbones, just a poke or two.」
This is the last thing. Unless you want some color on your eyelids...
[For someone who isn't used to dolling up, Rey is a pretty tame subject. But when you're so prone to focus for long periods of time, she can sit still just fine -- even if her face is being poked and powdered at.
[She sighs, that "nudge nudge" practically audible.]
Come on Rey, you're loving it. He's not even going to suggest the painful part of it all. But he does take a eyeshadow palette. He stares at her for moment without really looking at her, and down at the colors... Sigh. He shrugs to himself.」
[There are a lot of things that would have surprised Rey a few years ago.
[Now? Not so much. Atem might not have told Rey, but she recalls seeing the weird child he was, huddling in a barrel in the cellar of her Speakeasy. The way he dressed definitely left implications of what Atem just confirmed. He might've said he was a king, but sure as hell not that.]
Ah. Guess that makes sense. [Somehow.] You know, that probably explains a lot.
[She probably shouldn't talk when there's a guy holding implements close to her eyes, even when she has them both shut now. It's a quiet reflex she has to avoid.]
「He's been doing this for a long time now, or at least he used to, it's just some eye shadow, he's not gonna hurt her for moving. He also seems to be almost done, smearing with his thumb a little of it instead.」
[She manages to open the other eye that Atem is done with.]
You strike me as the type of guy who's used to just doing whatever the hell he wants. Don't have to be a king for that, but... [Le shrug. She closes her eye again and waits for him to finish.]
[Isn't that always how it is? Oh well. Rey could ask him about it some more, but maybe later.
[And it's probably for the best not to go overboard with her. Rey probably wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise.]
You are? [She looks at him. Blinks a few times. Her face feels weird, for even as little as he did.] If there's nothing else you want to ask, speak now or forever hold your peace.
[Pulling his leg, huh? Rey brushes off some strands of loose hair from her neck. She cants her head before turning to Atem and recites, totally serious, from memory:]
Strophe, ultimate goddess, still you give to your poet the brilliant idea the flame familiar I, to you, while you gush vividly from my heart will offer for a ryhme the ice cold breath of a man about to die.
[As she finishes, she adds:] Like a beautiful day in May, from Andrea Chénier. Obviously the aria's not sung in English, though.
Excuse you. There's a lot you don't know about me.
[Or the other people that Rey has been, for that matter. While that's not necessarily a bad thing...
[Atem doesn't think she'd actually do it, does he? Well, he'll be surprised when she does, in fact, take him up on his challenge -- although it takes some focus not to let the godly influence of auto-translation get in the way of her singing in another language. Does the bathroom have A+ acoustics, or is it just her?
[Either way, when she's done, she clears her throat, coughs into her hand.] Sorry. Not much of a tenor.
[It's not all that often that she sings. Even with the karaoke setup she has at the Speakeasy, she's never shown off. Maybe in the shower or while she's working, but rarely for an "audience".
[At Atem's question, Rey just gestures at her glammed up hair and face.]
Well, you're looking at some of them. I also suck at the harmonica, among a lot of other things.
「This is the best day ever. For reals. Her singing not only makes him happy, but Tripod observes at them both from the entrance, his big cute eye going between the two and before Atem says anything else he makes these cute sounds at Rey.」
Seems he liked it too.
「Everyone is cute in this house! Nick too, surely!」
I'll clean here if you wanna go ahead to the Speakeasy.
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「So carefree, why lie?
The fact that she's still sitting, and doing so, so straight tells him that she is gonna allow it. Let's give it a try.
He uncaps the lipstick and instead of applying it on her directly, he takes some it with his ring finger. At least it's not bright red but what people would call coral, maybe, some sort of pink if they are not into color names. It shouldn't look so intimidating that way.」
Pucker up and open a little.
「Well, he does seem to know what he's doing. That might be the strange part but, hey.」
Think of it as war paint, that's the way I see it anyway...
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Sorry to break it to you, but you're not my type. Also too young.
[Sorry not really sorry.
[She snorts, shakes her head, breaking her forced pokerface.]
All right. War paint it is, then. Fine.
[He does seem like he knows what he's doing, at least. That's more than she can say for herself.
[Adjusting her smirk, she then bites the bullet and does what he asks, feeling ridiculous doing so.]
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He might not be sure what his type is even, shut up.It's painless and quick, just a few touches on her lips and he's done, he doesn't want to put too much of anything on her but it emphasises her lips a little more. See? Easy! He just makes it look so, too much practice.
Without asking this time, he gets something else from his bag and puts away the lipstick, brining a cute little brush and red powder, he attempts to apply some on her cheekbones, just a poke or two.」
This is the last thing. Unless you want some color on your eyelids...
「Nudge, nudge...」
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[For someone who isn't used to dolling up, Rey is a pretty tame subject. But when you're so prone to focus for long periods of time, she can sit still just fine -- even if her face is being poked and powdered at.
[She sighs, that "nudge nudge" practically audible.]
Might as well. Go long or go home.
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Come on Rey, you're loving it. He's not even going to suggest the painful part of it all. But he does take a eyeshadow palette. He stares at her for moment without really looking at her, and down at the colors... Sigh. He shrugs to himself.」
Close your eyes.
「Dun dun dun!」
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[With one eye closed, she glances to Atem peering through the other, brows scrunched together.]
You're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you?
[Admit it.
[Huff. And so she does, eyes closed. She thinks this is a waste of time, but just get it over with.]
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I guess it's bringing me memories.
「What are your thoughts on golden eyeshadow? Because that's what she's getting.」
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Memories? Do I even want to know?
[Hey now, Rey. There are plenty of guys who wear makeup. Mostly the ones she can think of are models and actors, though.]
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Makeup was an everyday thing when I was alive. As Pharaoh I had to look... perfect all the time.
「Wait, he cant recall if he's told her that part, he's told her about being a king or something close, right?」
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[Now? Not so much. Atem might not have told Rey, but she recalls seeing the weird child he was, huddling in a barrel in the cellar of her Speakeasy. The way he dressed definitely left implications of what Atem just confirmed. He might've said he was a king, but sure as hell not that.]
Ah. Guess that makes sense. [Somehow.] You know, that probably explains a lot.
[She probably shouldn't talk when there's a guy holding implements close to her eyes, even when she has them both shut now. It's a quiet reflex she has to avoid.]
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「He's been doing this for a long time now, or at least he used to, it's just some eye shadow, he's not gonna hurt her for moving. He also seems to be almost done, smearing with his thumb a little of it instead.」
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[She manages to open the other eye that Atem is done with.]
You strike me as the type of guy who's used to just doing whatever the hell he wants. Don't have to be a king for that, but... [Le shrug. She closes her eye again and waits for him to finish.]
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I think that's a bit of a misconception. I couldn't do everything that I wanted, you know?
「Eh, you win some, you lose some.」
I'm done.
「He could have gone further but he figures that's good enough.」
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[Isn't that always how it is? Oh well. Rey could ask him about it some more, but maybe later.
[And it's probably for the best not to go overboard with her. Rey probably wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise.]
You are? [She looks at him. Blinks a few times. Her face feels weird, for even as little as he did.] If there's nothing else you want to ask, speak now or forever hold your peace.
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Hehe... [She lightly touches the side of her hair with a lipsided grin.] Haven't looked like this since going to the opera a few years back.
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Opera...? Really?
「Her??」
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What, that really surprises you? That's why I learned Italian.
[Not that that's super obvious.]
action. ah that icon is so cute
「Not obvious at all, lady!」
action. she can be p cute sometimes, nurr.
Strophe, ultimate goddess,
still you give to your poet the brilliant idea
the flame familiar
I, to you, while you gush vividly
from my heart
will offer for a ryhme
the ice cold breath of a man about to die.
[As she finishes, she adds:] Like a beautiful day in May, from Andrea Chénier. Obviously the aria's not sung in English, though.
[But it was one of Undine's favorites.]
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「That's actually, nice. He seems surprised, pleasantly so, all she has to do is look at that smile.」
Are you sure you're Rey?
「Inner joke? Get it? Inner? ... :)」
Now sing it in Italian!
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[Or the other people that Rey has been, for that matter. While that's not necessarily a bad thing...
[Atem doesn't think she'd actually do it, does he? Well, he'll be surprised when she does, in fact, take him up on his challenge -- although it takes some focus not to let the godly influence of auto-translation get in the way of her singing in another language. Does the bathroom have A+ acoustics, or is it just her?
[Either way, when she's done, she clears her throat, coughs into her hand.] Sorry. Not much of a tenor.
[Still, she can sing. So there.]
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And when she's done, Atem's grin couldn't be bigger.」
Wow... I mean, bravo!
「There, some clapping and all.」
Is there anything you're not good at?
「She's pretty amazing!」
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[At Atem's question, Rey just gestures at her glammed up hair and face.]
Well, you're looking at some of them. I also suck at the harmonica, among a lot of other things.
[Don't even get her started on being social.]
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「This is the best day ever. For reals. Her singing not only makes him happy, but Tripod observes at them both from the entrance, his big cute eye going between the two and before Atem says anything else he makes these cute sounds at Rey.」
Seems he liked it too.
「Everyone is cute in this house! Nick too, surely!」
I'll clean here if you wanna go ahead to the Speakeasy.
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