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| Casiotune | Aug 8 2011, 02:59 PM Post #1 |
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((OOC: Since links are hard to see on this board, anything that is linked will be put in [brackets]. I'll be linking to lots of pictures for visual reference and whatnot. And have some [music] to set the mood!)) Silvan Miser, intrepid merchant and diplomat, as well as a beast-charmer of disputable ability, jumped just a bit as the great doors of [Ishtar] shut behind him sonorously. Now that he was inside, the recurring roar of the ocean was more of a distant rumble, and a thousand voices took its place. The great walled city had once been a trading outpost that spiraled out of control, and he held his bag tighter to his chest as a circle of peddlers, vagabonds and merchants tightened around him. The young man dismissed their offers with practiced politeness and began to make his way through the narrow paths of the [bazaar]. Haphazardly-constructed kiosks displaying all manner of trinkets, foodstuffs and clothes blocked his way, and he craned his neck to take in the view of three and four-story buildings which seemed to have been built and expanded as population demanded. Clotheslines hung in between them with robes and shirts drying out under a twilit sky; it would now only be an hour or so before nighttime. At this point Silvan felt like some self-congratulations were in order. He had managed to avoid his brother's militia, bypass border security, bribe an errant mercenary instructed to capture a "guileless defector of Miser passing off as a lowly but uncharacteristically fussy merchant", swindle an actual merchant out of some quasi-valuable pottery and make his way into the great city. At this point he could dare hope that his siblings had lost his trail and would perhaps give up, returning to their business, which was ruling, or the military or something. He wasn't very sure but that life was definitely not for him. He was, for the first time, free! An entire world of undiscovered treasures, unresolved mysteries and unexplored lands unfolded before him. What picturesque characters would he meet in this hub of commerce? What colorful beasts would he have to subdue with the strength of ancient magic? How long would he able to survive on a bag full of knick-knacks and a couple of deep pockets? "Sir! Sir, you have come upon a terrible fate, have you not?" He stopped in his tracks and looked down. Oh. It was one of those unwashed gypsy boys, making a living on the streets, struggling to see the end of each day. Pity, really. His grimy face was adorned by a smile missing a couple teeth. "W-Well, what makes you say that?" He started to make his way around the boy, bag in hand, but he simply followed suit. "Well sir, simply by the looks of your somber-yet-regal expression I can tell that you carry a great burden. You are a troubled man, but that is the way it must be. The carefree life of the countryman or the foolish waif is not for you. You answer to a higher calling." "Yes, that all sounds very correct," He quipped back, looking around for an inn. "Sir! For only a few coins, I can give you a full reading. You will never wander this world alone again, for the stars will be there to steer your fate! Trust me, this is the offer of a lifetime. I do not put my abilities to use on those whose fates have nothing grand to unveil, but surely yours...!" Silvan sighed and rubbed his temples with his free hand. "No, I'm not... interested in your fortune-telling. That was so very kind of you, though. Maybe you could direct me to the nearest inn or place of rest? A sanctuary for weary travelers like me?" The boy made a face as if he were sucking on a lemon. "Uh, sure. Right there." He pointed nonchalantly to a small adobe building that seemed to be trapped in between two larger establishments. A rusted sign over the door barely read "INN." He figured that was okay. "See, that is how you make yourself useful. Keep up that servile attitude and one day I'm sure you will be a fine... uh, a fine... serf." He dug in his pocket and retrieved a single coin, which he placed in the boy's hand. A dismissive wave later, he waltzed into the dingy inn. The boy stayed behind, standing in the middle of a busy marketplace, looking rather displeased. He put the coin up to his mouth and bit down on it hard. Sure enough, it was the real thing. This was going to be so easy. He turned and ran into one of the many cobblestone paths of the city, a winding, labyrinthine network that reached into the dark alleyways and tight corridors where shady business of all sorts was conducted. The sights, sounds and smells of the bazaar were but a distant mumble to him as he turned corners and darted behind buildings, ultimately reaching a lonely alleyway facing Ishtar's outer wall. Though apparently deserted, a few shadows were huddled up against the far wall, protected by the tall wall's shade. The boy approached the shadows confidently, but not without some caution. He knew what he was up against. Still, if this worked out, he was sure there would be an ample bounty to split. The man back there was no lowly merchant handing out gold coins to street urchins. Clearly he was a man with a sizable fortune and not enough wits to hold on to it. "Hey, fat boy," he taunted, waving the shiny coin in front of him. "Have I got a job for you." *** Meanwhile, back at the inn, our fearless ambassador negotiated prices with a homely girl at the counter, who he assumed was the innkeeper's daughter. First he tried to seduce her. When that fell flat, he tried to bribe her. "Sir, I'm sorry, but there are no rooms available. In fact, the last one was taken just a few moments before you entered, by a man of your trade." "My trade?" "A... merchant?" "Oh." Silvan looked around and saw a tall, somewhat gangly-looking man enter the last available room. He seemed to be wearing a black uniform. Was he part of a militia? What militia? Was his brother still keeping tabs on him? He tried to put such concerns far from his mind and looked at the lady in the eye. "Listen," he groaned, placing his bag on the counter with an exaggerated thud. "I am a weary traveler. A diplomat. Nighttime is coming and I need a place to stay, lest I be robbed and eviscerated on the streets. A man of my standing cannot be cast out to the streets to die without some repercussions." A tense silence fell between the two, or at least so it seemed to Silvan. He was sure that she would budge after that little flexing of political muscles. Silly common folk. Ha ha. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "We have one place available. Please enjoy your stay." *** Silvan had never slept in a stable before. There was a first time for everything, however, and this was an important experience in the road to becoming a seasoned traveler. The groaning of the beasts and the stink of three-foot tall manure soon became manageable, if not bearable, if one could simply huddle in a corner and pretend to be asleep. Faint rays of dying sunlight trickled in through cracks in the makeshift roof. On the other side of the stable slept the [wyverns], probably kept around as beasts of burden. He figured that another man (a lesser man) may have been terrified by their appearance, but he had been raised around such beasts back home where they were used as glorified steed-lizards with peanut-sized brains. They had no relation to dragons, those majestic, elemental beings born from raw nature and meant to protect it. He momentarily wondered if he could possibly charm one of these wyverns into submission. He figured they were more than dumb enough for it to work. But at the time, he tried to focus on resting. ((OOC: So I am setting some things up in the interest of getting character interaction going, but you're free to go about this situation as you wish, so have fun!)) Edited by Casiotune, Aug 9 2011, 03:01 AM.
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| TranceHime | Aug 9 2011, 01:55 AM Post #2 |
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Outside of the inn with which a seeming merchant entered, and then promptly left and moved to the stable, stood Ren Fenghu, successor of a powerful martial arts sect turned sort-of-fake-exile. She had pursued this merchant earlier, and stood still from a distance after he entered, and then moved to the stables. Fenghu looked about her surroundings and noticed that there weren't many places to conceal herself so she could rest outside. Cursing to herself inaudibly, she muttered words of indignation towards the civilization of man. "No trees? What is this, Metropolis?" she said mockingly, recounting the books she read on the advancements of man and what they could be capable of out of a morbid curiosity back in her homeland of Kuntian. She sighed to herself and ignored the other passersby who gave her curious and fearful stares, either because of her choice of dress or because of the fact she looked more muscularly defined than a street thug and could probably break somebody's bones effortlessly if she wanted to. She entered the inn and spoke with the girl at the counter, who didn't look all too impressed to see this stranger from another land. "No more spa--" the girl was cut off by a reasonably soft, but powerful voice from Fenghu. "I am not here to stay, young miss," she said. "I am looking for a merchant who entered but left. Where is he?" she asked. The girl at the counter looked unimpressed for the most part. "You know him?" "Of course not. I just need to warn this stranger that he may be in danger." "Stables." "Thank you. May good fortune befall you." Fenghu said solemnly before opening the door and getting out of there. In her wake was a very confused girl who wondered just what the hell a girl in oriental garb has to do with the guy who just asked for a place to stay. Fenghu sniffed about and recognized a stench, one mixed of manure and of... something strange, she couldn't put her finger on it. She followed the scent to the stables, like a dog on the hunt. She entered the stables quietly, letting out more of the darkening skylight rush into the stables. Inside, she could see the sleeping wyverns. She kept her footsteps soft and called out just as softly into the stables. "Young merchant." she said, trying not to wake the wyverns, reminding her of the ancient dragons she used to talk with back in Kuntian, who were advisors of her father Ren Tiantou. |
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Spades Slick | Aug 9 2011, 06:08 AM Post #3 |
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"Look, Mr. Bubbles, an angel!"
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For Aldous Hogarth, this was, thus far, a good start to a hopefully decent day. Of course, he tended to rate his odds of having a "decent" day as low. Surely these people knew who he was. He was Aldous freakin' Hogarth. The last, as far as he was concerned, of the Hogarth line. He had surely dishonored the family name by moving to thievery, but they had dishonored him. In any case, it was time for a new name. Whatever name he was under when he was staying here? He would be known differently on the morrow. "Steve Huxley" had a nice ring to it, but he decided that maybe that wasn't right. For a brief few moments he kicked ideas around in his head, briefly coming across "Arcturus Jones" and laughing aloud just in time to only-half overhear the barely-audible sound of people talking. He could recognize very easily the muffled sound of distant conversation, and that was something that had served him well in his days as a thief. Of course, his curiosity was piqued pretty quickly; he sure didn't like the idea of missing out on something important. Usually, though, he's be a little careful and eavesdrop, but this time? Screw that. He wanted in on this! Then, collecting his elongated bonesaw and holding it in his left hand (he was right-handed), he made his way out of his room and over to the counter, to speak with the girl who was still on duty, turning away customers. "Pardon me," he spoke, "but I believe I heard a bit of noise down here. What's all the ruckus? Ah, yes, and please ignore this. I simply carry it in case the need to defend myself arises. One can never be too prepared!" The girl just nodded; in the back of her mind she was thinking that this guy was clearly nuts. "Oh, someone was just looking for a merchant who's sleeping in the stables." "Very well," replied Aldous with a nod as he made his way with quick yet deliberate steps toward the stable. Yep. Definitely a nut. Unlike Ren, though, he stayed outside the stables, just off to the side. Watching for thieves, or something. With eyes carefully on the barely-open stable doors and as much of the nearby town as he could fit into his field of vision. |
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| Excellent The Resplendent | Aug 9 2011, 07:48 AM Post #4 |
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Anyone who'd spent a moment to learn the layout of Ishtar would be quick to ascertain the west wall was the absolute best place to be around on a balmy afternoon. But because it was the worst place in cold weather it was largely the domain of the poor. But today the weather was nice, and Keyu lounged in the shade, staring listlessly at the occasional cloud that crossed the the sky, whose was cerulean giving way to indigos, saffrons and fuschias. occasionally he reached into a sack of day old breads and stale muffins he had earned loading, unloading and guarding the flour shipments from a mill to a few of the bakeries. "Hey Fat boy" said a voice, breaking him from his blissful reverie. "Have I got a Job for you!" The filthy Gypsy boy, Fingry, waved a gold coin irritatingly close to his face. Keyu quickly shoved a bun into his mouth. Something about that sort of gesture so close to his face made him hungry. He then Offered the sack (nearly empty now) to Fingry, who took two rolls, and grinned his snaggletooth grin. In the year or two since Keyu had befriended Fingry he had watched his friend rapidly grow in esteem and respectability among the thieves, beggars and other rabble of the streets. No doubt to Fingry's masterful planning and cunning. Though usually successful, Keyu usually did not enjoy the jobs Fingry assigned to him, but the shiney gold coin assured him there would be meat soon in his future if he went along with Fingry's suggestion. The thought of the fat greasy kebabs he'd earn set his mouth drooling. Fingry dabbed Keyu's cheeks and chin with a ragged cloth "So I take it you're in?" He said with his sly grin... Fingry told him about the Merchant, who was no Merchant, and the Inn, and as many other details as could be spouted quickly. When Fingry was satisfied Keyu understood the plan well enough he planted an encouraging slap on his bottom and said "GO, FATTY, GO" Keyu Took a swig of water from his bottle, and stuffed the rest of the bread into a satchel and made off, with great haste, melting into the long shadows of the evening. Bounding between alleys, creeping through villas and sliding over rooftops, Keyu made his journey even quicker than his friend had, and soon found himself. in sight of the tiny inn. He paused to catch his breath and survey the scene. There did very clearly appear to be a man who was a Merchant but not quite what he appeared. But he sounded nothing like Fingry's description. Instead of exotic robes, he had some sort of dark uniform. And while Keyu usually took Fingry's definition of "unarmed" with a grain of salt, the flamberge the man was carrying was entirely beyond concealing. But Keyu could tell the man was carrying no small amount of gold on his person... and best of all his attention was focused on the door of the stable, with the occasional flickering glance to the surrounding area. Keyu dove once more into the shadows and circled around the Man in strange Uniform, until he was on the side of the Stable which the man could not see. With a few gentle leaps he clambered onto the roof of the stable, making only the gentlest of creaks when he settled on the roof, Which he was certain the animals inside would ignore, and began to watch the man who watched the stable doors..... |
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| Casiotune | Aug 11 2011, 07:49 PM Post #5 |
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((OOC: Sorry for not posting the last couple days! Got unexpectedly busy. Should be fine now. As an aside, if you have any lengthy OOC thoughts about the RPG, I've made [this thread] for those purposes.)) The evening sky darkened and the stables turned pitch-black. A soft yet firm voice could barely be heard over the snorting and shuffling of the beasts. "Young merchant... ?" The exotic lady took careful steps into the confines of the stable, making sure to avoid this or that pile of wyvern manure (which is the fourth-worst kind of manure), periodically calling out into the darkness. It wasn't too long until she spotted a huddled mass leaning against the far wall; she could sense its continuous movement, following the rhythms of sleep. Almost inaudibly, she edged closer to him until she was a mere couple feet from the man. "Young mercha--" "Ah-ah-ahrghwhat?!" A stupefied Silvan rose gingerly to his feet, still half-asleep, swaying in place like an undead wraith. His eyes focused on a tall and statuesque silhouette in front of him. He immediately jumped in place, now fully alert. "Wh-who are you?" He stated firmly, quickly digging into an inner pocket of his jacket to retrieve a small pocket knife, which he rather suspected would be ineffective against this foe but still had to be good for something, like intimidation, right? *** Aldous strained his vision to peer into the stable, though he could barely see a thing. The stink wafting out of the place wasn't very enticing, either. There was a sudden proclamation--it sounded like a male voice--and a thud. He wondered what was going on in there. "Um, sir?" The man turned on one heel to see a rather miffed, portly girl, the one who was working the counter, standing directly behind him while clipping her nose with two fingers. "Sir if you please. You're letting all the stink in. This cannot be good for my business. Do you have any business in the stable? Would you like a rent a wyvern for your travels?" She didn't wait for a reply. "If you wouldn't, then please head to your quarters and have a good night's sleep, sir." With that, the girl turned around and marched back into her room, seemingly not intimidated in the least by Aldous' uniform or weapon or anything else. Upon the slamming of the young lady's door, the inn fell silent again, as at this point no new guests were entering and everyone else had retired into their room. Keyu remained rigidly in place, not moving a muscle or making a sound, observing his target and waiting for him to move. |
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| TranceHime | Aug 12 2011, 01:57 AM Post #6 |
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Fenghu sighed softly as she saw the panicked figure now on his two feet. It turns out he was trying to sleep. Oops! She rolled her eyes and continued looking at this man, upon further inspection he appeared to be older than she was. "I'm not here to hurt you, sir," Fenghu said softly. "You can put that... knife away." she continued, keeping herself straight. "I'm sorry to wake you from the throes of slumber, but you... Are in danger," she suddenly said with a tone of urgency in her voice. "Someone, who I suspect is outside this very stable right this moment," she continues as she cautiously looks around, to this man, Fenghu would seem... otherworldly. "Is out to hurt you. Badly. I suspect it's a job. Or for money. Motive matters little to me... But it's not safe to go out." Fenghu hears the girl from the counter from earlier chiding somebody. "Look. I couldn't care less if you had royal origins or if you were just some street child, but I don't like it when I see troublesome incidents. Especially those I have the power to stop. You can choose to believe me and do something about it, or you can not... Or be vulnerable to death as it creeps from behind." she suddenly throws down a mouthful on the man, no doubt, she knew she was being a bit too straightforward. She didn't care. She sighed and looked outside. "So... It's your call. This is just a friendly warning. You don't need to know who I am... For now. You do need to know that you're under threat and you'd better take good care of yourself." |
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Spades Slick | Aug 13 2011, 06:53 AM Post #7 |
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Really, Aldous thought there was something a little... odd about that girl, but he didn't think much about it. Sure, the stench was a bit murderous, but could it really be smelled from the inn? Well, maybe that was an experiment worth trying out. He waited until the young lady had made her way back inside, before he made his way there himself. However, about halfway there, he started to get the feeling that there was something he was supposed to be doing at that stable, so maybe now was a good time to actually go investigate. With that, he began to make his way quickly toward the stable again. He had a feeling that he was being watched, though, so tried to make this extra-quick and he threw away stealth entirely. As soon as he made it there, he opened the door, raced in, and pulled it shut behind him. Immediately this felt like a mistake. Pinching his nose and cringing, he looked like he might turn a little green at any second. "Wow... I didn't think it was going to be this strong." Of course, his attention turned toward the other two. "Oh, excuse me. I hope I'm not interrupting, but I am getting the feeling that someone is after me, perhaps after my life or my belongings. Is there something we can use to barricade this door with?" He made his way toward the pair and spun around on his heel, pointing his sword menacingly toward the door. "No matter what the case, I have a very bad feeling about this. No matter what we do, I would advise we all make quite sure we are ready to not get turned into fleshy bricks, especially not if we're planning on stepping out." |
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| Casiotune | Aug 13 2011, 07:50 AM Post #8 |
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The exotic lady--it took Silvan a double-take to understand that this was indeed a lady--was quick and succinct with her explanation. Apparently she was a good Samaritan who believed him to be in some sort of unspecified danger, and recommended that he watch his back. This struck Silvan as deeply suspicious. Of course he was in danger! He had some sort of Amazonian queen--honestly he couldn't make out the details, in the darkness of the stable she was just a silhouette with a sweet voice--standing right in front of him! Perhaps this was her less-than-subtle way of announcing that she was about to beat him to a pulp and loot what was left of him. This poor, cursed soul! So close to freedom and independence--a meek dream crushed, a fledgling pigeon's wing broken! A poor crumpet left un-buttered! Ah, that last one was unnecessary. "So... It's your call. This is just a friendly warning. You don't need to know who I am... For now. You do need to know that you're in danger and you'd better take good care of yourself." The lady sighed, as if regretting the whole thing. Or maybe she was dry-gagging over the stench of the stables. Frankly, it would be nice if they could take this somewhere else. Silvan didn't trust her, of course. He raised an eyebrow and lowered his dagger-holding arm, which by now he had figured would have been painfully ineffective, anyway. "... Well." He pinched his nose, but then realized the nasally tone made him sound ridiculous, so he just put up with the smell. "I am quite thankful for the words of caution. Seldom does one come upon a soul as charitable as you." He put the dagger back in its pocket. Carefully walking around her, while giving her a wide berth and also staying away from the slumbering wyverns, he made his way towards the stable doors. "Indeed, I would love to thank you and perhaps discuss the matter of this... Incoming peril... further. But outside, if you please. This place reeks, as you surely have noticed by now--" Certainly he did not expect the door to swing open at that moment, hitting him squarely in the face. Silvan was sent reeling and nearly fell backwards onto a large, albeit neatly-stacked, pile of manure. Instead there was a loud thump as his back hit the wall. The noise startled many of the wyverns, who slapped their tails against the constraints of the stables. The man who had entered--the light pouring in from the door revealed that he was the man with the black uniform from before--seemed to look at him, concerned, but quickly rattled off a speech of his own. It appeared that someone, or something, was also after him. That makes two of us, Silvan figured. Then he realized that if some other person had spontaneously run into the stable for fear of his life, then perhaps the danger out there was real and immediate, and the lady wasn't lying, nor did she have any ulterior motives. Yeah, right. "Tag-teaming curs!" Silvan spat out, fetching a small, wooden instrument from under the fold of his vestment. He considered a better insult for the would-be bandits--"cowardly brigands," perhaps--but then returned to his spiel: "Clearly the two of you are in cahoots! Thinking you could dispose of this lowly merchant and take his hard-earned belongings without anyone noticing, huh?! Well!" He raised the Faun's panflute quite almost to his lips, shooting a quasi-intimidating stare in their direction. "This arcane instrument commands forces that you would not even understand. If I play even one note, its power will take hold of the draconian beasts here with me, which will proceed to tear you asunder!" Silvan was quite proud of himself. *** The innkeeper's daughter was quite displeased with her guests. She practically fell out of bed when a sudden crash coming from the stables shook her out of sleep. Groggily she got up and lit the lantern on her nightstand, rubbing her eyes and cautiously venturing out of her room. Sure enough, it was the stables. That imbecile. And that shifty woman. And that eavesdropper. She was going to run them out of this town if that was what it took to get a good night's sleep. |
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| TranceHime | Aug 13 2011, 07:57 AM Post #9 |
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Fenghu glared at the fellow who apparently took her warning as a threat, and soon realized that this fellow had been squarely smacked in the face by the door opening, and ANOTHER man entered... Fenghu assumed this was the person the innkeeper's daughter earlier was chiding. Fenghu had attempted to be discreet with this, but with the folly of the panflute-wielding merchant, she had no choice but to deal with the consequences of her mistake. "You are a blithering fool," Fenghu said, chiding the merchant. "I don't know who you are, but if you don't want to believe me, go ahead and tame those wyverns to do your bidding. You will shoot yourself in the foot and take the both of us with you, which is what you clearly want." she says, shrugging. For the most part, she ignores the man in black, and turns her back towards the merchant to face this man in black. "You feel it, too? Someone is watching this place. This is dangerous. We must leave." she says, gripping her saber tightly. |
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Excellent The Resplendent | Aug 13 2011, 02:04 PM Post #10 |
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After the Innkeepers daughter gave a stern talking to to him, the man in black was moving like a yo-yo. If his purpose was to confound Keyu, he seemed to be making a good job of it. When Suddenly he made a mad dash directly for Keyu. Well the stable Keyu was quietly perched on. But Keyu was stunned by the the action for a flicker of a moment. And that moment cost him his chance to finish the job quickly with one pounce. But he leapt down when the man charged through the door, the stink of sulfurous Wyvern refuse stinging his nose. The man's quick dash told Keyu he didn't want to let him have his run of wide open space, so cornering him in the stable felt like the most secure plan. His feet slapped onto the ground quietly when he was struck by the realization... the man in black was a thief!. The fluid movements gave him away. But he clearly wasn't with the local guilds, else Fingry would have never sent him after him. Which meant he was on the move for some reason. Something he would want to keep in mind to tell Fingry later... But thinking time was over now. Behind the door he could feel the long wriggly sword the man held... and what was that? He wasn't alone? At least one more sword drawn. Keyu was going to chew Fingry's leg off. Keyu would have preferred simply backing off, but he hadn't failed a job yet, and didn't mean to start now; So he decided giving whoever else in the stables time to prepare was just going to make a bad situation worse. Keyu backed up and then slammed himself into the door, tearing it off the hinges and using it as a battering ram to knock over Aldous and Fenghu, who were standing in front of the door, pinning them beneath the door he Hammered his fists down with the intent of crushing them beneath it. CRACK CRACK CRACK His pummelling split through the night, as well as parts of the door. Also the Wyverns were getting pretty riled up and stuff. |
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| TranceHime | Aug 14 2011, 03:11 AM Post #11 |
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Fenghu heard the sound of a door crack off its hinges. She tried quickly to get back, but there just wasn't enough room to maneuver. The door fell on both her and the man in black, and soon she could feel that whoever knocked the door down was trying to crush the two of them beneath the weight of both this assailant and the door. Fenghu cursed to herself softly for allowing herself to get into this situation. The wyverns probably didn't take too kindly to this commotion either - they seemed to be visibly agitated by the noise which was disturbing their slumber. CRACK! BANG! The sounds reverberated in Fenghu's ears, but she did not flinch. Since she was on the ground, she suddenly curled herself up and slammed her feet against the door in resistance to Keyu's thrashing. She strained herself to try and resist this powerful force, and soon, with both her feet locked against the cracking door, she soon drew her saber and jammed it through the door in resistance. "You need to try harder than that!" Fenghu said, almost in a taunting manner. |
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Casiotune | Aug 14 2011, 06:46 AM Post #12 |
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The innkeeper's daughter considered simply marching right into the stable and showing those three troublemakers the door. It wouldn't take long. She had her trusty broom with her. Agitators were unwelcome in her establishment. Right as her resolve solidified and she took the first step forward, she saw a strange, corpulent thing drop from the stables' roof without making a sound, moving with surprising grace. It then proceeded to rip the door clean off its hinges and charge into the darkness of the building. Perhaps she'd need a little backup. *** Silvan found himself paralyzed as the strange character burst through the stable doors, tearing one off, and ruthlessly slammed it on the two bandits. How serendipitous! Truly this was divine intervention. Had his savior hesitated another instant, he might be dead, or perhaps have been forced to call upon the panflute's powers. The wyverns thrashed in their constraints, letting out panicked roars. It then became rapidly clear to Silvan that this third uninvited guest was not necessarily on his side. Oh well. He put the panflute up to his lips and tried to form something that perhaps sounded slightly like a melody. It seemed that the panflute's tune hadn't caught the stranger's attention. He was too busy pulverizing the other two with the stable door. The lady bandit seemed to be resisting, however, and retaliated with a sword strike. Silvan looked around frantically to see if his half-assed spell had succeeded in the least. One of the wyverns was not thrashing about like the others; it stood perfectly still, looking off into nothingness. Silvan thanked various gods under his breath and lifted the latch to the beast's quarter; it didn't move. Perfect! With the grace of a drunk ape the young merchant clambered onto the wyvern's back, sat up, looked forward, and saw that the others were apparently busy in their own conflict. He pointed one arm out. "Forward!" In an instant the wyvern sprang to life, all three tons of it or so, as it came charging out of the stable. Without a girdle, guiding the beast's movement was difficult for Silvan and he wasn't sure of what to do beyond tugging at its trunk-like neck. The wyvern spit and gargled, clawing at the soil beneath it, and gyrated in place, facing the chaotic scene at the other end of the stable. Silvan realized that perhaps the wyvern had been woken up against its will, and was annoyed by all the racket. He didn't realize this fast enough. Before he could even order it to do anything, the animal charged again, full-speed against the unknown aggressor, who fortunately had his back turned to them. The wyvern lowered its neck and, with a powerful crash, rammed the stranger head-on. The door-wielding assailant, or whatever he was, went careening straight forward. Silvan tried to locate the two bandits, but couldn't spot them in the darkness. The wyvern began to move under him; clearly he wasn't very in control here. "Uh... I warned you! I warned all of you!" He shouted out to no one in particular. |
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| TranceHime | Aug 14 2011, 03:26 PM Post #13 |
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Fenghu could feel the door's weight suddenly become light; the intruder had been knocked clean off his feet by a rather cranky wyvern, and soon Fenghu kept her saber again and crawled out from underneath the door, standing up and dusting her now quite dirty self. She glares at the merchant with the flute, eyes piercing like daggers. "You idiot! The person the wyvern charged was the one I was warning you about! The stranger in black and myself mean no harm to you! Imbecile!" Fenghu scowls at the merchant as he himself tries to make a warning out of defiance. "Bandit? Me? Well, I will be seen as one now due to your self-righteous folly! Curses!" she squeals, appalled that her charity at warning a fellow about... whatever that thing was which tried to crush them with the door, was turned down... Not only that, but he even considered HER a threat! It was absolutely audacious, not to mention downright ungrateful. "This establishment is probably going to have ALL of our heads for this, and this is all your fault!" Fenghu spat with all the rage of her rather spiteful ancestors. She would definitely not want to have anything to do with this brat after the events that have transpired. |
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Excellent The Resplendent | Aug 15 2011, 01:43 AM Post #14 |
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Keyu could not recall ever being knocked into the air by anything. The experience was very surreal and disquieting. More than anything, as he crash tumbled and rolled through the dirt, he felt foolish to have ignored the third figure. He rolled over again, on the filthy ground and sulfurous wyvern manure. To his advantage at least it was still dark enough for him to melt back into the shadows, and slink away. Or So he thought, when to his surprise (and some degree of terror) the Woman with the blade began to angrily chatise the third man on his feisty wyvern"What a terrifying woman... " he shuddered slightly. But this was his last chance to salvage this ruinous evening. With a final moment to catch his breath he rushed at the Fenghu in the middle of her rant with a clothesline, then darted past her to give an elbow drop to the supine Aldous and the remains of the door. The door fell apart into splinters. And he snatched up Aldous from the debris and sped out the door into the streets. He'd hoped to simply put the man unconcious and rob him gently, but in Keyu's mounting frustration it seemed it would be most expedient to find an empty alley and bite his throat and.... But first he'd need to find an empty alley... |
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| TranceHime | Aug 15 2011, 08:30 AM Post #15 |
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Fenghu could feel the presence of that thing, and quickly she spun in place and almost stumbled... She was getting rusty, but nevertheless, she felt the being dash past her with some great speed, and literally broke the door down and snatched up the man in black, Aldous, and literally ran off with him out into the streets. Fenghu looked at the man on the wyvern for a moment, glaring for a moment, but soon her eyes drooped, her angry demeanor now twisting into one of regret. "Forget you," Fenghu said. "Go and play with your beloved animal friends, chase me if you want, I have someone to try and save." she groaned, before running out into the streets similarly in pursuit of the beastly child-person-thing. As she ran, she kept a hand on her blade. Edited by TranceHime, Aug 15 2011, 08:33 AM.
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Spades Slick | Aug 16 2011, 11:28 PM Post #16 |
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Keyu's real trouble was finding an empty alley before Aldous woke up. That may not sound like a tall order, but it really was. A stable door, being large, was pretty easy to notice, and pretty easy to dodge, since it wasn't exactly big enough to cross the size threshold that made evading it legitimately troublesome. Aldous had let himself get hit. To be fair, he underestimated his captor's physical strength, so he did feel a bit of pain when he came to, but it wasn't enough to stop him slipping out of shark-boy's grasp. Sure, Keyu would notice a missing Aldous, possibly one fleeing to higher ground, but by then it would be too late. His wild movements served to keep his target from grabbing him again as he made his way toward the nearest building he could climb up to gain a height advantage on his foe. If he's lucky, thought Aldous, I'll just turn him into an oversized splotch of lard on the street. This was so far from okay as to be ridiculous. He knew he'd have to get out of town, but that was going to be on his terms, not this idiot's. Help wouldn't hurt, though, he thought, reclaiming his battered blade that he'd managed to conceal fairly painfully. |
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| Excellent The Resplendent | Aug 21 2011, 02:06 AM Post #17 |
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Keyu skidded to a stop and whirled around, as the wriggling and nimble Aldous slipped from his grasp and tumbled away behind him. Evidentally He hadn't been unconcious enough. However instead of using his superior speed to bolt away, he was dancing tantalizingly close to Keyu, staying just outside of his grasp. And he still had a sword Concealed. Keyu was almost sure the man in black wanted to finish this for good. Keyu's mood left him inclined to indulge him. Keyu engaged in a dance of feints, and easily dodged charges, as each opponent tried to take the game to their preferred field. Scaling walls and jumping from ledge to ledge would only make Keyu a fat target, but in the darkness he'd be able to turn Aldous's chaotic movements into a pile of mangled limbs. That was Keyu's intention until he saw the strange Foreign woman in red charge directly at him from the stable. Keyu was doubtful he could deal with the lady without the element of surprise and cover of darkness, let alone while dealing with an evasive man in black. He backstepped away as quickly as he could from Aldous, and frantically tried to find somewhere dark... |
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| Casiotune | Aug 21 2011, 03:20 AM Post #18 |
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"Forget you," Fenghu said. "Go and play with your beloved animal friends, chase me if you want, I have someone to try and save." And then she left. Silvan sat atop his wyvern with mixed feelings. On one hand, this evening had turned out as badly as possible, and then some. On the other hand, that bandit lady had a lot of gall to be pinning this on him. First those two invaded his sleeping quarters, which he had paid for, and attempted to rob him blind. Then some sort of door-wielding chub-monsters breaks in and tries to murder them all. He frankly failed to see how this could possibly be his fault in any way. In fact, everyone but him was at fault for this! He didn't go around breaking doors and stealing from people, except for that one time which totally didn't count. He felt the rhythmic rise and fall of the wyvern's heavy breathing under him. Silvan figured that this monster would still remain under the spell of the Panflute for a decent while. And he figured he might as well get the most out of it. "Charge!" The beast sprung into action once more, scrambling forward on all fours. (Admittedly wyverns were not the fastest mounts out there, but they were mobile and durable on many different types of terrain.) He raced out of the stable, the pale full moon under him--it was already giving way to the earliest morning light. The cold wind cut at his face in a way that was invigorating as he charged full-speed across the town plaza. This didn't last for long, as soon the wyvern stopped in its tracks and stood on its hind legs in fright; Silvan nearly fell off its back. He was about to chastise the animal when he realized why it had done that. He was standing in front an armed regiment of spear-wielding members of the Ishtar guard. He looked around and realized that not far from him were the bandits, the female one seemingly about to spar with the door assailant, but they were also frozen in place. A tight circle of at least a hundred soldiers had rapidly formed around him. He realized that they had probably been waiting around the stable for quite a while now. Somebody must have tipped them off. He spotted the miffed inkeeper's daughter in the back row, sticking her tongue at him. The four adventurers and the wyvern stood in place, revealed by cold moonlight, as the soldiers pointed lances at them, unflinching. A distinguished figure stepped forward. He was a fat, middle-aged man adorned with exotic jewelry, and the guardsmen in his way stepped out respectfully. He exuded a regal aura. A second man stepped forward, by his side. He was thin and tall, providing an almost humorous opposite to the first man. Silvan couldn't distinguish his features beyond that because he was draped in long, black robes and wearing an odd hat. Furthermore, under the moon's gleam, he realized that he was wearing a sort of silver mask with a mocking, grotesque face. The first man cleared his throat. "Well," he began, rubbing a thick mustache between his index finger and thumb. "We simply cannot have bandits disturbing the peace at this hour. Frankly I was not about to get out of bed, but I was assured that this was a situation in need of containment." He looked back at the stable, which was dilapidated. "I suppose that was correct." He motioned to the thin man, who retrieved a long, ornate artifact from under his robes, which looked somewhat like a cross between a scepter and a trumpet. The man raised this curious device and pointed in the general direction of the four. And the wyvern. Unfolding a scroll, the fat man continued. "It seems that the most sensible thing would be to administer an immediate sentence. There is ample evidence for the disaster you have caused us. I propose immediate--and permanent--banishment from the city of Ishtar." The thin man took a step back and corrected his aim. The fat man smiled. "And I will be sure to inform your family of your latest whereabouts, Silvan," the fat man groaned. His smile was full of malice. It then suddenly clicked. Under the cover of darkness Silvan had not managed to realize it until then, but now it was painfully obvious. That man was Salawar Zamangol of House Zamangol, a powerful family of merchants who held an iron grip over this region, Ishtar included. He was the ruler of this city. And then a flash from his History of Magical Armaments class came back. That thin man was holding... oh crap, was it what he thought it was? He didn't have time to reply. A blinding flash filled his head, lasting only a microsecond. Then it all came flooding back--the scent of dewy grass, the light of the moon, the rumbling of the sea and the cold wind... Wait. Silvan looked around to confirm his suspicions. Just as he thought. He was now at least a mile away from the city of Ishtar. And so were the two bandits, and the assailant. They had all been banished by that weapon, which had the power to transport its targets away to preset destinations. Under their feet lay a wide, stone tablet set in the ground with runic inscriptions all over. Also, he was still sitting on the wyvern. He bet the innkeeper's daughter wouldn't like that. An odd silence fell between the four strange characters and Silvan's new wyvern-steed. Nobody seemed particularly overjoyed to be in this predicament. At least all of their belongings were still with them. "... Uh." Silvan paused, trying to assess the situation. "Well. I believe that we are now out in the open, at night, and the gates of Ishtar will not open to us again... for a considerable time, at least." This did not seem to be making things better, judging from the faces of the two bandits. The mysterious assailant had his back turned to him. "It is probably in our best collective interest to avoid separating for the moment... So I believe introductions... May be in order?" |
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| TranceHime | Aug 23 2011, 10:17 AM Post #19 |
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Fenghu did not look very much impressed at the situation. She eyed this seeming beast-tamer with a look that screamed unforgiving rage and hatred for a moment before sighing and sitting on the tablet, legs crossed, hands on her knees. She tried very hard not to let her anger consume her and simply eviscerate this Silvan right on the spot with her blade, for she believed this character to be quite idiotic. She kept breathing in and out quite deeply, the observant would notice she's doing this to try and quell her rage. Weakly, her voice still trembling, Fenghu speaks. "Ren Fenghu. Call me Fenghu." She eyes the others who she ended up landing herself with. "'Exile' of a faraway land. You don't need to know much more than that. It's none of your business. Now leave me be to my meditations." she sighs before closing her eyes and just sitting there. Trying to calm herself. Rage. So much rage. Fenghu secretly hopes she doesn't have to deal with these idiots much longer. |
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10:56:00 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) Good luck, Ruro. 10:56:02 (Sakura-Rurouni) talk to you folks later o/ 10:56:05 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) offers strawberry cake 10:56:34 (Sakura-Rurouni) takes a bite, then leaves a small kiss on Trance's cheek, complete with strawberry icing. 10:56:47 (Sakura-Rurouni) I should be nicer to you. I love having you around, Trance. :3 10:56:50 (Minna-Dietrance_Wilcke) curtseys. 10:57:15 (Sakura-Rurouni) ruffles Trance's hair one last time, then takes off 10:57:17 *Sakura-Rurouni quit (Quit: "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zig-a-zig-ah~") 10:57:35 (unlableable) Ruro x Trance yuri anyone? | |
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| Excellent The Resplendent | Aug 23 2011, 09:48 PM Post #20 |
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The incidents that occurred were a blur in Keyu's mind. Facing, One then Two, then suddenly a legion of guards, a rambling official and then... the open night sky and a hard stone platform. He'd been run out of towns before... But never quite like this. The Proposition of the man on the Wyvern was utterly foreign to him... a sort of collective truce after being banished. People didn't suddenly become friends after a fight did they? But the bruises he'd recieved from being rammed by a Wyvern made Keyu extremely wary of underestimating this strange man. Furthermore, the fearsome foreign woman had agreed, though now seemed to be focusing all her ire and aggression towards the Man on the Wyvern. Which relieved and confused Keyu deeply. Keyu gently knelt down and placed his Trident on the ground and pulled off his hood. He rose and stepped back bowing his head shyly, mumbling in a soft whisper "uhh.... Keyu" He glanced at Fenghu and Aldous "...I'm sorry ... I threw a door at you..." He looked at Silvan to get a clearer look at the odd man. his Eyes widened in shock it became clear to him, with his gold, and a strange silly manners that This man in fact was the one he had been sent to rob. "...I guess I was actually supposed to be robbing from you...I'm sorry" He confessed bluntly, then turned to Aldous "Sorry... I guess I got confused..." He turned his head to the ground and shuffled his feet, incredibly unsure what he should be doing next.... |
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