[ Poll ] Friction (A Fantasy War, Literate RP)

Uhh... yay?

Yay!		34.1%	[ 15 ]
... *death glare*		36.4%	[ 16 ]
*sees the death glare* <.<		29.5%	[ 13 ]
No.		0.0%	[ 0 ]

Total Votes: 44

[Kyorina]

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Aero watched, amazed, as the figure shifted it's position into a dive of sorts--no wait; it was a dive--and increased it's speed dramatically. What were they doing? I guess this is their way of making sure their death is quick and painless...? he thought, skeptical: though his face didn't change. And then he noticed: some of the birds were acting weird... One of them actually stumbled over it's own wings in mid-flight; just as the figure changed back into a free-falling position. It then hit him all at once: he felt stupid for not figuring it out earlier, really.

Person-- Sky-- Wind-- Falling... Duh.

They were a Fleghen[sp?]; he really should've known. Something was off, though... Fleghens could fly, right? Then why had they been falling so fast? And what was with that cry of pain when they landed just beyond the trees? "Ahh; so many questions~! Now time for some answers!" And on that note, he poked his head around a tree and gazed down at the boy: his smile twitching slightly as he caught sight of the boy's alreayd swelling wrist. That looked painful... Gee: maybe a smile was a bit sadistic in this sort of situation...? Naw: he didn't like frowning. "Nnn... You okay?" he asked, unsure at first what to say "No, what am I saying: of course you're not! Well then... Hiya!" Hm... When in doubt: just say 'hey'!

[RikoSeryuji]

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Dawn Skyler
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"I've made peace with my past
so I can look towards my future..."

Dawn stood on top of the tallest peak in the mountain wall, staring down at the Salib desert. Past these sands was the heart of the enemy; the place where she needed to strike. In order to assure the peace of the world, the Shatir had to be sent back to where they came from or destroyed. Dawn, however, wasn't foolish enough to think that she could do such a thing as defeat the enemy armies alone; she wouldn't even be able to make the trek across the desert by herself. No, in order to fight, she would need to be a part of the Ashnar alliance's armies. But that meant she would have to return to Petra for the first time in ten years, back to the people she had ran away from when she was a child. Dawn's deep, blue eyes continued to gaze out into the sands as she considered what it could mean to return after all this time. A gentile breeze flew threw her golden blonde hair as she remembered everyone, including her father, that would not be pleased with her return. And a part deep inside her thought of taking revenge on them all. But she quickly put the thought out of her mind. She was here to restore the peace in the world, not for vengeance.

Alright, Dawn, you said you'd be ready for this. You're not a child anymore, they can't hurt you. Just...forget about the past.

Dawn turned to climb down the mountain range and enter Petra, trying to steady her nerves and heart. She knew that she would end up on the same side as her father; he may have even gotten himself into a position of power where he would be able to control her again. She knew things could go badly, but this was something she needed to do. She was strong enough to handle this, she just needed to keep herself calm.

(( I finally got a post off... ))

[Kyorina]

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{{Oh: that... About that: it's a part of my writing style. Aero couldn't tell from the distance whether Alimbil was male or female, but I didn't want to call him 'it' since Aero knew he was a person. And I never--I repeat: NEVER put someone's name in my writing until my character has heard it for his/herself. My style's close to first person, but at the same time it isn't. It's as if it's from the perspective of a little person watching from the character's mind, who doesn't actually do anything; ever.}}

"Yeah, I'm fine," the boy said to Aero; clutching his wrist. Fine: right. The wide, frightened eyes and the odd angle of his wrist made Aero suspect otherwise. Oh well: no point in pressing the issue. This type of person would probably just deny it anyway. The Fledgren's bright, blue eyes stared at him both cautiously and curiously; and the red-head couldn't help staring back at them. How neat... They were the same color of blue as his own, and just as bright: eyes that let you look right into the depths of a person's soul... Figuratively speaking: that is.

Aero's mind was snapped back into reality for the second time that day, as the boy's hair fell to cover one of his eyes and he asked a question. "Hm? Arava?" the flame-haired man echoed; laughing slightly at the question. "Didn't you notice? I would think you'd have had quite a nice view on your way down~" He would've thought that the bag of groceries in his hand with the symbol of Arava printed on it would've clued the boy in. They were only about...Hm...A little under a mile away from the city.* "And I'm--" Aero paused as he began to introduce himself: taking a moment to think before deciding to take a leaf from his brother's book. "Hm... Heheh: give me your name, and I'll give you mine~!" he sung, though it sounded more goofy than cool coming from him: whenever Gale had said it, he had always seemed so...You know...Mysterious, and cool!

{{*A mile is much shorter than it sounds. Ten minute walk if you're unencumbered, maybe even less since you wouldn't have to worry about traffic here.}}

[Kyorina]

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{{Naw: it takes a while to get used to the small nuances of difference between Rps and other writing. ^^;;;}}

Aero took a step back as the boy grew annoyed by his comment; though the grin still remained on his face. It almost always remained on his face... "Alright, Alright... Don't mind me; it's in my nature~" he said; laughing hopelessly as he ruffled his long, flaming-red hair. An amused smirk on his face; he pointed in the direction he had come from and continued "It's roughly a mile to Arava from here... Maybe less. It's pretty easy to get lost in the woods around here, so I'll take ya: mkay~?" Aero knew all--or almost all--that woods have to throw at him... Ha: he'd probably be a Ranger if he gave a damn about nature! But no... People always got that wrong about him: he didn't care about nature, but he was ever-wary of it. Gesturing for the boy--Al, as he called himself--to follow him, before finishing "Oh right! I'm Aero, by the way: nice ta meet'cha Al~!"

{{Crappy post... Sorry 'bout that. Dx>}}

[Harlequin Marionette]

Ledaeha was almost in the hall by the tme she heard Eoghans words. She paused for a moment, pale hand touching the door frame, her head half turning to get a better view at him through a sidelong gaze. "Do what you must." She said gently, the bitter cold never leaving her voice. She walked the halls, Netharitus joining her side quickly like a lost pup. Her other servants stayed behind except for Na, whom was not a man, but a monstrosity made of flesh and bone. He stood about nine feet tall, his body like that of a gorilla as he lumbered about on his front arms. He did not speak, he didn't have to. All he did was have to protect the Lady, and he did his job well.

It took nearly an hour to get to a portal from the castle, but Ledaeha was not impatient. She had all the time in the world before, why get antsy now? She went first, not certain who all was going with her besides Netharitus and Na. The towering portal swam with colors unfamiliar to her, feelings were hard to read. A few years ago she had lured Netharitus to her through a portal, he died for her, and lived for her all the same. It felt strange throwing her body like he did, trusting the world to deliver her safely. She did it nonetheless and felt a sensation that was difficult to describe or even remember. The portal made a sharp sound like a crack, and a shudder of energy plummited out into the darkness throwing her onto the grass of the other world with a soft thud.

The dark lady stood, the grass caressing her feet like a long lost lover. Her eyes were closed, and she stood there, uncertain if it was night or day. Her skin thrived in the air like it was on fire, and she breathed in the air deeply almost brought to tears. That of course went away, and her eyes opened inspecting all that was around her.

[Not sure if it was day or night. x3]

[Kyorina]

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Aero did a little twirl as Al asked what direction Arava was in, and stopped in point in the correct direction. "Iiiiiiiit's this way~!" he sung, his paper bag clutched in the other arm. Actually: he should probably hurry back anyway to make a proper meal... He had a couple ingredients that tend to spoil moderately quickly, and he didn't want to ruin his first good meal in ages! The thought of a simmering stew, relatively fresh salmon, and maybe a nice apple sometime afterward occupied his thoughts as they headed in the direction of the city... He could hardly keep himself from drooling at the thought of it~! Hm... Oh no: what if he couldn't eat it all by himself!? The thought was so horrifying! All that delicious food going to waste... No no no: he couldn't allow that to happen. "Hey, Al..." he began, "Are you at all... Hungry~?"

{{Uh-oh! Mom's starting to get suspicious: time to put my ninja skills to use. >_> <_< >_>

-poofs-}}

[RikoSeryuji]

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Nimbus Skyler
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"I'll use any tactic, no matter how dirty
in order to secure my people's future..."
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At the meeting of the representatives of the Ashnar Alliance, some may have realized that one of the seats for the representatives of Petra was empty. It was bad form for a politician to skip out on a diplomatic meeting with the other nations, but this man had something else on his mind. He would leave it to his colleague, Thomas, to play nice with the other representatives; they didn't need him there and his attention was more deserved in other areas. Nimbus rubbed his sparse beard of graying blonde hair as he sat in his chair, reading over the various documents and reports that were strewn about his desk, all regarding to the battle at hand. As he continued to read, he was disturbed by a young man similar in age to what his daughter would be.

"Master Skyler, the scout team you had sent to the Salib Desert has returned. They were unable to provide any new information regarding to the Valara army."

Nimbus's assistant, Roanoke, had been an extremely loyal and useful follower. He believed in Nimbus and his goals, and had been like a son to him for the five years that he had known him. The young man had a scrawny build and messy, brown hair. He was completely inept in combat, but his brown eyes still had a ferocity in them, as if he would stop at nothing to fulfill his goals. Readjusting his monocle, Nimbus rose as the young man entered the room.

"No knew news? As I expected, a direct counter-attack, even with all of our forces combined, is doomed to fail. We must find some other means of striking back..."

Nimbus sat again, once again sifting through the papers on his desk. There had to be something, some mode of attack that they were overlooking. As he continued to look, however, Roanoke spoke, sounding confused about something.

"Sir, I don't understand...why are you trying to do this by yourself? You don't have permission from the royal family to plan our nation's battle strategies...And the other nations are all after the same enemy. Wouldn't it be wiser and quicker to collaborate and come up with a plan together?"

Nimbus did not stop his search, though he did look up at the young man for a second. He was no blind follower, he had a brilliant mind and knew how to use it. That was what made Roanoke so useful; the fact that he was willing to look at things for himself and second-guess his superior allowed Nimbus to see what he was doing in another light. It allowed him not to be bound to the idea that he was right; it forced himself to prove it.

"The Shatir are not our only enemies. After the battle is won, the nations of our alliance will go back to being separate. While in the past, there was always a balance between them, after the battles erupt, many nations, especially the ones closest to the conflict, will be ravaged by losses. Petra and Arpa, both will most likely suffer greatly if we all play our equal parts, and afterwards, we will need to fight eachother for the dwindling resources. And what if one of the better off races decides to prey on the weakened human race? We humans already lack the magics of the others, so what chance will we stand. You see, even in victory over the Shatir, the Human race is far from safe. What I am doing is taking precautions, making sure that when it is all over, Petra is in a favorable position so that such a fate does not befall us. As a representative of Petra, that is my true duty."

Looking at the map of the lands, Nimbus could only frown. Any plan of attack that he could devise from the current information seemed to favor Arpa, which could attack from the sea. What he needed was more information on the Shatir themselves and their capitol city; but the regular scouts could not survive the trek through the desert to reach it. He needed to think of something; there was only so long that he could stay away from the alliance meetings without arousing suspicion from the other members...

((Yay, my evil goodguy (wtf!?) had a minion! Don't worry, Roanoke will rarely show up, and can't beat anyone in a fight, ever...))

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

'By the grace of the father and purity of my heart...

Avalon started to drift to unconsciousness, his tail flapped lightly against the wood of the cart to show he was alive for the most part.

@~the past
He looked about, the air was warm, children ran about, playing with wooden swords and chasing after each other. The men cleaned a fresh kill as the women prepared a pot for cooking, some of the older kids either studied or watched the young'uns. Avalon walked through the town, his tail swayed behind him as he looked at each of his clan-mates. His clan, his friends, his allies, his rivals, all his family.
Avalon started to approach the draco mountians, moving for a water fall for him to find peace with in his mind, to focus on his studies and not everything else. Numerous flat stones darked the moving pool of water, none of them occupied, Avalon gracefully jumped to one, quickly slipping off the wet surface and falling into the water. He swam to the surface and chuckled, climbing onto a stone and sitting cross-legged on it.
He lowered his head as he started to focus, his ears drooped a bit. Time didn't matter to him, he lost track of it in his focused haze. His focus was suddenly broken at the sound of a scream, he jolted to his feet and jumped to the edge of the water. His heart suddenly ached as he ran, he smelt blood, a lot of blood.

... I seek solace for my broken soul'