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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 1, 2015 20:01:33 GMT
Opal StroleLogan sat on the couch of the base in tiger form. He swished his tail in the air in front of him, watching it with boredom. 'When is Opal gonna get here?' He thought. His ally, Opal, A.K.A Shadow, were plotting to take over the academy and kill every last half-blood, with Logan being an exception. He let out a roar and shifted to human form. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out some raw meat, put it on a plate, and shifted back to tiger form and started to eat it. Opal was late. Well, she was a human, and because of that she could not get through the forest as easily as a half-blood. He began to think about their last encounter. Why did he kiss her? Why did she kiss him? A sound interrupted his thinking. His tiger head turned when he heard the trapdoor open.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 20:23:27 GMT
A black-haired woman in thigh-high boots threw open the trapdoor of her base and climbed down the steps, running her hands along the smooth railing. Pausing at the bottom of the steps, blinking at the large cat on the couch, she sighed. Though she had never seen Logan in all his size, quite a big cat even for a tiger, she hardly flinched. If anything, she was a little annoyed.
"Okay, firstly, since when did we have a fridge?" Opal asked, perching on the small bit of space by Logan's hindquarters. "And secondly, don't you dare get meat on this couch, or even scratch it - it's black leather, quite expensive, even for my taste."
With a bit of a sigh, Opal tugged off her boots and tossed them towards the stairs, her cheeks pink from the cold air outside. drawing her legs up and resting her arm on Logan's flank like he was an armrest, she rested, glad for the heat of the base and Logan's soft fur.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 2, 2015 19:36:38 GMT
"I installed a fridge." He said, as he shifted into human form. He looked at Opal curiously. "So has anything happened?" He asked.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 19:59:16 GMT
Opal nodded carefully, wondering if the meeting would end up similar to their last one, with the essence of Logan's lips still on hers. "I managed to hold Rosemary in the storage room and beat some things out of her. She wasn't as useful as you anticipated. Fairly dumb, to be honest," Opal responded, shifting her weight as Logan shifted his form. She hesitated again, unlike her in some ways. "What happened the last time we met? Was that... meaningful, or.. were you just... I don't know, excited?"
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 2, 2015 20:11:06 GMT
Logan gave a grin, but frowned when he found out she was useless. He then hesitated. He said quietly, "It was meaningful."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 20:31:28 GMT
Again Opal nodded, but with less assurance. Rubbing her arm self consciously, she inhaled, not really knowing what to say. "Uh, you wanna do target practice or something? I dunno."
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 4, 2015 21:05:53 GMT
"Uh, yeah sure." He said, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been trying to learn to use more weapons than my claws, like archery, or something."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 6, 2015 0:01:44 GMT
Things were awkward. Opal knew it, Logan knew it by the tone of his voice, and any God or Gods that existed knew it. Standing and rubbing her hands together nervously, Opal nodded. "I have a bow and arrow. It's been a while since I last shot it, b-but I could teach you a little or something." The assassin licked her lips, pulling the hem of her black dress down a bit so it wasn't higher than her knees.
Ducking into the storage room, Opal selected a wood, engraved, glossy bow from the wall, lifting it off it's hook, and sliding an arrow out of the sheath resting against the wooden wall on the floor. Stepping back to the wall, she faced across from the large metal target propped against the wall, making sure Logan was nearby.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 6, 2015 0:17:17 GMT
Logan leaned against the wall, his eyebrows raised in interest. "Go on," He said, motioning for her to shoot.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 6, 2015 2:26:19 GMT
|I just want to say I saw your post in the what-if game, and I don't think Logan and Grant would make sense for friends. After all, that would be going against Logan's personality, and Opal might be forced to silence him..|
|That reminds me.. reply to our special PM, and are Opal and Logan going to have a moment again?|
"Okay, this bow is for more experienced shooters, so it's going to be difficult for you," Opal began, standing shoulder-width apart. Twining the tip of the arrow into the thread-wrapped wire, she raised the bow, resisting the urge to just fire. "You want to make sure that your shooting with the correct hand. Then, make sure you know how much damage you want to cause." Releasing, Opal sent the arrow straight into the center of the target. Slinging the bow over her shoulder, she held both thumbs out in front of her, nodding for Logan to do the same. "Squint with both eyes one at a time. Whichever eye doesn't make the front thumb move is the side you'll hold the bow on. I'm a right-y."
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 6, 2015 12:27:41 GMT
(I meant him being friendly with grant as an act  ) (And, sure) Logan squinted, he was a right-y. He took the bow from Opal, grabbed the arrow, put it to the string, pulled back, and let go. And it hit the metal target. He grinned, although it was hanging on the edge of the target. He handed the bow back to Opal, and yawned. He looked at the clock(?) and checked the time. 10:56 P.M. Man, it was actually pretty early for Logan to be yawning. With his eyes alert, he watched for what Opal was going to do. |
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 6, 2015 23:55:13 GMT
|Don't forget that bow and arrow is more of... a less modern weapon, so he's not going to be perfect with it. This is like an Egyptian king shooting off a sniper.|
Opal bounced her head around. "Better than I thought," she praised, sliding a third arrow from the bag and notching it. "Remember that every arrow counts." With only a bit of effort, Opal raised the bow, pulled back the string, and let loose. Releasing a satisfying fhoosh, the arrow slid right through the first arrow, slitting it neatly.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 7, 2015 1:01:47 GMT
Logan gaped in awe. "Nice shot." He said to her. He needed to talk about what happened their last meeting. "Opal, about what happened last time, I didn't mean to do that, I was just-" Logan was cut off.
(Make opal cut him off by kissing him.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 7, 2015 2:07:39 GMT
|Hmmmm...|
Standing there, a weapon in hand, Logan beside her, Opal was moved. She couldn't get their last meeting out of her head, and before she could help herself, she had dropped the bow on the ground with clatter and moved close to Logan. Just as quickly, she pulled his face closer with her hands on his neck, closing the gap between them completely, almost leaning back with her relativity in size.
Opal couldn't help herself. She had still been entranced by Rosemary's question about love, and she really just wanted to feel it, feel another person against her (wait what) and to know they were there when she needed them. It almost felt too good to be true that he had been so close, and she didn't want to hear him finish what he was saying, not if it was that he just wanted to be allies, and not much more.
|I really want you to reply to our thread.... heheh|
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 7, 2015 16:12:33 GMT
Logan's eyes widened in realization that Opal was... kissing him. He closed his eyes and after what feeled like an hour, he leaned away. And he then whispered something he thought he would never say to a human: "I love you."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 8, 2015 1:30:04 GMT
There wasn't a response that Opal knew to concentrate what she was saying, so she just stood there, awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Chewing on the inside of her lip, she rubbed the back of her neck, looking elsewhere, blushing. I love you... she couldn't figure out what it would feel like to love. Was this love? Maybe it was?
"I..." Opal muttered, casually turning her eyes back to his.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 20, 2015 15:41:58 GMT
Logan blushed, and, not knowing what to, he got up, and quickly left.
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