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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 22, 2008 22:41:35 GMT -5
Dieter held a beer bottle that he'd recycled into a rudimentary blood holder. Plastic bags may be more sanitary but the experience was somewhat diluted by not having a bottle. Dieter loved the invention. A bit after his time, it took some getting used to them, but bottles and glass are the sh*t. Most people take the inventions responsible for mainstreaming their production for granted. Dieter walked up the boardwalk and saw Ashen. Dieter was running a little late because he had to engage with a conversation with Akane in person and get her to think of her measurements. Getting the bra size was a little tricky without her catching on but hey. Now that he thought of it, why would Dieter need her bra size. Ashen couldn't go into the store and if Dieter tried to buy one he'd be seen as a pervert. Maybe it'd be a fun thing to trick Ashen with.
Down across the boardwalk was Ashen staring into the Magical Pet Emporium. Dieter took a swig from the bottle, waved toward Ashen, and then gave a hearty, "Yo, I heard you could use my help."
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 22, 2008 23:17:53 GMT -5
Dieter thought back to 300 years ago. Quite frankly Dieter hated most 18th century fashion. He found that it was impossible to look masculine in most of the Baroque style dress. Dieter found it much more prudent to go with Turkish dress when he visited Europe. However Ashen couldn't have struck further from the truth. What did women like back then? Clothes, Jewelry, good music, a decent conversationalist and some catering to their personality. Well that is to say girls on average. Everyone was different.
Dieter laughed, "you couldn't be further from the truth man. Girls still love good outfits. All that's changed is the style. Oh man China had some ridiculous fashion trends. They made their feet all gross." Dieter lost his train of thought. He couldn't get the mutilated feet that resulted from foot binding out of his head. Why the upper class really took to the idea was somewhat of a mystery to Dieter. Sure it made women jiggle and stumble, but mutilated feet and deformed bones were hardly attractive.
Dieter looked at the bottle and realized that although he had been drinking blood some of the liquor was kicking in. Dieter realized that maybe drinking a bottle of vodka mixed with real Russian blood wasn't the brightest idea. He'd have to shake off the drink quick. He'd done so before and it shouldn't be too long till it's effects wore off.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 23, 2008 13:26:02 GMT -5
Dieter was sobering up a little, "Sure they do. I shwear this is they style. If you really wanted to make a good impression you'll buy only a couple outfits and take her out to pick some stuff up. Another thing you might want to consider, girls like stuff that smells good. You might want to buy some candles or scented soaps for a bath. I believe they like those." Dieter usually read minds to get an idea of what would suite a particular girl's interest. However picking out an outfit that popped into Akane's mind couldn't hurt.
Dieter walked over to the particular outfit in question and said, "this one seems really nice. We should get this one." Sure it was cheating in a sense. He couldn't very well ask her for which outfit she really wanted. Dieter just wanted needed her to think of it. He was running a little late and he didn't expect a mis order to get him this drunk. Sure he noticed. However there's no since in letting all that vodka go to waste.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 25, 2008 23:54:13 GMT -5
Dieter immediately and authoritatively stated her sizes. He paused to gaze his facial expression and then stated, "I have a knack for sizing a girl up. Make sure the bust isn't tight." Dieter put away the particular dress Ashen was holding and pulled out the dress that Akane had been eying. "Yeah thish one looks like about the size you want it to be. I think this would suit her quite nicely. Pluss it was in her head when I shpoke to her." Curse the slurred speach. Dieter hardly realized he was doing it. In another ten minutes or so he'd be 'schober,' but until then, he'd have to keep going through this. Dieter couldn't believe he drank the whole thing. Good choice in blood though. The drink in it was a little unexpected but Dieter wouldn't be picky about a misorder he'd underpaid.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 27, 2008 18:14:05 GMT -5
Dieter felt the buzz starting to wear off. "Chocolate. You can't go wrong with chocolate man. Sweets are always a good gift to the ladies. Don't over do it though. She might take the message as you being cliche and uncreative or that you're trying to make her fat. Either way, that's bad. Some other advice would be to spend some time getting to know her. Date or friendly casual courting, correspondence, or suarres would be perfectly fine. It used to be really hard to get any private talks with a girl without her dad or brother insisting on butting in." Dieter felt the buzz retreating even further. It was fun while it lasted.
"And that's half the point with girls. They want you to cheat if you're going to do something like this. If you sneak in and see what sizes they are so you can pick up an outfit they had eyed they'll be pleased. Just don't answer 'how'd you know what size I was?' honestly. Say you guessed, talked to her sister, an employee that had helped her out and had good guesses based on a picture you brought in. ECT. If you're going to do something do it right and accurate. Now that I think of it, those are all good ways of doing it. Mind reading's just a lot faster."
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 29, 2008 13:46:47 GMT -5
Dieter gave Ashen a look that clearly stated that he was amazed at his nitpicking. "You do realize Chocolate's a lot like blood. No matter which way you swing it, its chocolate. It'll all taste good to her. Sure there are predilections and the occasional person that refuses to taste dwarf blood, but on the whole a girl will eat any chocolate." Dieter then addressed the person at the counter, "give him a variety pack."
"You see Ashen, now she gets to eat lots of different kinds of chocolate and from that you'll know her favorite. Is there anything else you need?"
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 30, 2008 22:53:12 GMT -5
Dieter looked at Ashen, "finally you're eating again. Its not healthy to do that. If you've worked out a new martial arts move go ahead and show me but we should really put the cloths and chocolates down first. To the ally." Dieter walked toward the exit. Good thing he was getting pretty sober at this point. If Ashen actually would pull off something really impressive he wouldn't want to be drunk doing it. He didn't really learn all that much drunken fist. He never could remember the lessons.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jun 30, 2008 23:53:57 GMT -5
Dieter laughed, "that's really good my friend. I've seen a martial style similar to it. Really hard to defend against the multiple attacks. Really I developed a lot of my telekinesis to counter that particular style. I could give you a few pointers. Try poisoning the blades, its a lot better if you just need a scratch and you'll have to learn to concentrate on them while defending yourself and it works better if you can do melee in addition. One guy I met spread some really nasty caltrops around and would use his telekineses to launch them after throwing some sunlances at me. Keep fine tuning it. That looks like it'll be a lot of fun. Keep yourself fed, that'll throw away a lot of concentration and a lot of your power."
Ashen always had a very strong moral backbone. In a lot of senses it was a great strength of his and kept him sane. However fighting with yourself yields no winners. He had to accept that he was a vampire and embrace that fact and know that didn't keep him from doing great good. Feeding on blood seemed monstrous to some but it all really depends how you look at it. Dieter's personal philosophy was that you just borrowed some regenerable life force. It took some restraint and discipline but you could do a lot of good for all of society as a whole. Human, Lycan, Goblin, Dwarven, and Fey could all get along. They all had to eat and there were plenty of times Dieter had observed human gluttony and greed. It just took a slightly different guise with vampires albeit it could be a little bit more directly lethal.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 3, 2008 0:19:04 GMT -5
Dieter gave Ashen a salute. Dieter wasn't exactly sure from which nationality or from which time period or which he might've mixed. He really didn't care, as such the hand signals got to be a kind of sloppy mess. "I salute you soldier. Even after three hundred years you still have much to learn friend." Dieter turned to leave and then said, "don't worry I know you're willing and ready to return like favors. I'm glad to know I've got a good friend. Lord knows I have plenty trying to kill me."
Dieter then started on his way home slinking into the dark alleys and backroutes he normally took to his home.
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