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Post by zuyuri on Sept 11, 2023 3:41:31 GMT
Dorothea saw the quick way Caspar took a drink to mask any criticisms. She knew that kind of behavior. Years of theatre let her see when people were pretending to like performances. She stole a look over. Relieved she couldn’t hear the performance in full. The singer finished screeching and put the microphone back on the stand. The DJ gave a strained smile before looking through the sign ups on his computer. Through the muffled noise, Dorothea heard her name called. She handed Caspar the buds with a grateful smile and walked into the stage. The song she picked was a strategic move. Her siren song would effect men to take out the bad singer. In a way, she was saving the day. Er, night.
The song was “Walk Away” by Kelly Clarkson.. Pop was not here forte, especially with a gruff belt, but it was either now or never. As she sang, she saw several men’s eyes glaze over as her sing affected them. They moved towards the door. The drunk singer’s walk was slightly stilted, but she was getting the desired result.
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 14, 2023 3:01:37 GMT
Caspar was pretty sure that Dorothea sang in a way that could be called palate cleansing. Or perhaps it was because they had a previously bad singer and then someone who actually knew what they were doing. Still, it was refreshing and eased the nerves that had been set on edge by the poor performance. The previous singer looked a bit too drunk to sing straight, let alone walk straight. For all he knew, they could sing perfectly well when sober. He found himself smiling as he listed to Dorothea, relaxing and feeling at ease.
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Post by zuyuri on Sept 14, 2023 4:09:38 GMT
A few people were looking over as Dorothea crooned into the microphone. This was not her best ierfitnsnde, and after seeing the desired bad singer leave, she had prayed the siren sing was able to turn off. No one looked glazed over, thank god. Caspar looked at ease, and it made her worry some. Had she accidentally turned the charm on him? It wasn’t her intention, she swore. The song ended, and she stood stock still for a moment. There were cheers from sections, and she stepped down from the stage with a small little hop. On her way back to Caspar, someone stopped her and declared she sung like a goddess.
“I…well I wouldn’t go that far,” she said.
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 17, 2023 3:35:21 GMT
Caspar watched carefully from his perch. The person seemed to be invading Dorothea's personal space. He would interfere if he felt she needed the rescue but wanted to give her the chance to tell the person off. He liked the way she sang, but he didn't think it was worth invading her personal space for it. Then again, alcohol made people do weird things.
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Post by zuyuri on Sept 23, 2023 17:42:18 GMT
The starstruck fan pulled out a small business card. Dorothea scanned the contents cautiously. Printed on it was a record label, complete with address, name and phone number. Dorothea smiled as gracious of a smile as she could. A compliment she could take, a record label not do much. The last thing she wanted was her voice ended up being recorded on the radio and accidentally sending the world into a tizzy.
“Oh, my friend is here. Excuse me.”
Sidling past the fan, she returned to her spot back to Caspar.
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 12, 2023 2:40:29 GMT
"Worried I was going to have to come save you, but you handled that pretty well," Caspar said.
He wondered if she got that a lot with her power. He did when it came to time in the gym. Plenty of people wanted to stare in awe at the guy who could literally bench press them. He tended to go on off periods, so he didn't have to deal with the staring. Late at night or at odd times during midday when he could get away with it.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 12, 2023 20:50:18 GMT
Dorothea fluffed her chestnut brown hair with a wry smile. "Oh, sweet of you to try to come to my aid. I wouldn't have objected. Sure, I like to solve things on my own, but some times a little backup can be nice. So, thanks for doing that." She took another sip of her drink and whirled back to face him. It would probably be a while until her next singing. They had closed sign ups, so she had some time to just relax and chat with what she hoped was a classmate she coul chat with outside of the glee club or halls.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 18, 2023 4:26:21 GMT
"I would have stepped in if it escalated." Caspar said. "I'm a good shield."
He smiled at his own bad joke. He was a protective sort. He knew it. And he didn't want to step on toes by being too overprotective over someone he just met. Still, Dorothea was a nice girl and people at bars could be assholes. He had been watching during the entire exchange, just to make sure his help wasn't needed.
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Post by zuyuri on Nov 18, 2023 17:22:12 GMT
“Is that one of your hero’s tools, too?” Dorothea quipped.
Heroes that carried shields were strong defensive fighters. That or maybe Caspar wanted it as extra defense since, like he said, he had helped a team fight a monster. It was smart to gave an extra layer from such a threat. She still remembered the time a monster crushed one of her performance venues. Oh, there was much angry singing that day.
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Post by skyeknight on Dec 31, 2023 16:23:35 GMT
"My shield? Yeah. Gonna have to talk to the support team again. They won't be happy with what happened to it in the last fight. But in my defense, we were fighting a hydra. And... I was the tank."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Once he pulled up pictures of the shield, he passed it over to Dorothea. It looked more like a crumpled tin can that had gone through a papershredder with teeth, but he was proud of it. He had protected his team from some serious bodily harm. Granted, their professor got hurt, but he stepped up after that. He still had a lot to learn to assure that it never happened again.
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Post by zuyuri on Dec 31, 2023 20:47:20 GMT
Dorothea swiped through Caspar’s pictures. The shield looked like a chew toy at the mercy of a big dog who needed to play. She knew the monsters that some times appeared were bad, and her biggest interaction had been the projection head in Wizard of Oz. No wonder Locklear got hurt! “And how did you guys eventually take the hydra down? They grow back heads, right?”
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Post by skyeknight on Jan 25, 2024 2:08:31 GMT
"Honestly, we wouldn't have made it through the fight if it weren't for a guy who could use fire power. I think his name was Zuko?" Caspar shrugged. "He helped cauterize the wounds we made so the damage stuck."
He grinned to himself. It had been quite the fight. He was actually just happy to be able to sit there and drink like he was. If he had been bullied any more by the creature, he might have had to go to the hospital for a checkup. Which would have been a bummer.
"He made a girl's scythe super hot and she sliced through the hydra like butter towards the end of the fight!"
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Post by zuyuri on Jan 25, 2024 2:38:32 GMT
“I have to say, that’s a rather inventive way to stop a monster. A one and done trick.” Of course, a tiny part of her wanted to quip on the appearance of Zuko. Did his fire powers mean that he, too was hot? A blush flashed on her cheeks as she pictured it, but of course her imagination was always a better painter. “Wait…Zuko. I recognize that name. I…met him when we were kids.” And his mother was an absolute raging bitch. “Sounds like you guys made a really good team.”
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Post by skyeknight on Jan 25, 2024 3:06:20 GMT
"I was just a meat shield. Not sure how much help I was," Caspar grinned. "But I'll learn better for next time."
He was just glad that he was strong enough to fight them. Plus, he didn't have to hold back when it came to monsters. At least now, when he went to pick up delicate things for the next few days, he had a lower chance of crushing them or breaking them. He smiled to himself, proud of his efforts today.
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Post by zuyuri on Feb 5, 2024 4:33:29 GMT
Dorothea smiled softly. Caspar may have said he was a meat shield, but at least his heart was in the right place. The world needed more heroes like him. He may not have been in front of the hydra up close, but taking the stand was heroic enough. She raised her ginger ale and tapped against his drink.
“I’ll still toast to that. Don’t sell yourself short, Caspar.”
As she brought her drink away, she heard her name called once again. “Welp, back to the stage I go. After this, though, I’m heading back home.” Her vocal chords needed the rest.
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