So close together // Typhoon blind date - Vandal and Fischer

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Fischer was ever so conscious about how she acted around others, much like Vandal. Often though, she acted the same way. Professional, serious, but warm, unafraid to show a smile and be casual, but still, with some elegance. It was a demeanor she picked up when she was leader, even as a diplomat. Being able to bare a smile to those who really didn't care if you were there or not, or being able to show strength to her people when she felt her weakest. It was a constant battle of catering this perfect Rochelle to everyone she came across, maintaining a simple but courteous neutrality.

It often sounded boring to act this way, but it was who Fischer was, truly. She didn't want to be the one to say the wrong thing, the one that was mean or the one that was careless. Reliable, and trustworthy, were things she actively sought out to be. Without someone like that ... well, she knew how scary things could be. On the other hand, though, she knew that she needed to treat herself differently lately. After her entrance ritual, she was left feeling dirty and unwanted. Learning that her father was a polluted, evil god ... it broke off a part of her. That's why she was now Fischer, trying to quench the fire of the past that had it's flames licking at her heels.

So, in an attempt to freshen her mind, she'd done quite a lot of grooming before the blind date. It wasn't in her character to do so, after all, but it's what Rochelle thought she would do. Nothing extremely out of the blue, she just gave her fur a good cleaning, and had found some oils that smelled of peony and bergamot. The wolf applied them sparingly, as they wore quite strongly on her, but just enough to give her a relaxing splash of scent. In the light, her fur was a warm black, the hints of brown dipping through at the tips. It wasn't until she was nearing the room that she began to feel anxious. It was the anticipation, she knew, but it almost made her feel sick, like she had to lay down.

But she willed herself to walk through the door, and she was glad she did. "Oh, Vandal ..." The lupine exclaimed in almost a whisper. "I'm glad it's you." Fischer still did sound a little bit shocked, but she shook it off as she padded towards the pillow opposite of the maned wolf. As she went to go sit down, her amber eyes caught sight of Vandal's bowtie. It suited her well, she thought, but then again, she was wondering if she was under dressed. For a moment, Fischer looked at Vandal, before declaring, "You look very nice ..." It was a friendly tone ... but she altogether felt conflicted. The blind date still had a sense of intimacy that she couldn't shrug off.

How platonic could things be in this space? Rochelle trembled a bit, almost feeling she could blurt out her whole life story to the winged creature, like she could share all of her deepest secrets. Instead, she stood, heading for the drinks and snacks. "Do you ... would you like anything, Vandal?" She blurted out, reaching for some water for herself. Fischer could feel her face burning ... she didn't want to act so weirdly around the poor girl, but the anxiety was creeping back up on her. She was so unsure about the blind date now, afraid of how the end of her night would look like ... would she say something she didn't mean?