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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2004 10:42 pm
*The air shimmers, as if a heat thermal had suddenly risen above the grass. Two men step out of the haze, looking around for other people.*
*Viper looks different than he had before. Gone are the sunken eyes and tight skin. As is the thin dead looking hair. His skin is still pale, but it fits him like the work of a master, smooth ivory flesh molded over steel cord muscles. His ash-grey hair is almost luminous and falls in ripples across his shoulders and back. His shabby ill-kept clothes have been replaced by durable fabric of a proper and even extravagent cut. His new jacket looks to be made of something like leather and suede, collared by decorative blades of golden metal with triangular spikes pointing downwards. His eyes are the same vibrant red at first glance, but under closer inspection one can see a sense of stability and purpose instead of madness and insanity. On the whole, he might even be considered hansome.*
*The other man is slightly shorter than Viper. He stands just under six feet with brilliant blue eyes and metallic grey hair that juts out to one side, sharp as needles. His eyes seem to have a depth to them that betray his soul, one not given, but one that was earned. He wears a pair of green boots, loose black pants and a comfortable blue button up shirt. He also has a serious cast to his person.*
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2004 10:59 pm
*IV balls his fist as he stares at it, and releases, continuing this cycle of clentching and unclentching his fist, seemingly studying the backside of his fingers as the knuckles let out a soft crack as air bubbles escape from between the joints from the strength of his grip. To those who could detect magical auras he'd be giving off a rather strong one, but it seems as it hasn't been tapped very much lately. Through a slit in his shirt the hilt of what would have to be a foil, or similar weapon, rises just over his shoulder, a small grey strap of some sort holding it down. How exactly he is carrying the weapon is unseen, but the way it moves with him it would seem either very close, or inside his skin. He glances once towards Viper as he realizes their surroundings had changed. Beyond the glance he just scanned the area once quickly before going back to studying his palm, muttering something about hating living plants. Every once in a while as he clentched his fists the veins below his rather pale skin seemed to be a deep black as if death coursed through them, yet others the veins appeared as any normal human's would.*
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2004 11:18 pm
Hmp, no one. Give me a second to feel the traces nearby and we shall be on our way.
*Viper closes his eyes and places his chin on his hand, on finger tapping his cheek.*
Got it, the trace is old but I have it. Shall we?
*The shimmering heat reappears, and Viper steps through with IV behind him.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 5:39 pm
*Cali skips into the forest* lalala hehe *hoping nobody sees her or hears her she reaches the pond she sits down*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 5:47 pm
*Cali starts singing a soft tune she hurd from her mother*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 8:48 pm
* a cold chill moves threw the air as a mist crosses over the pond, freezing it solid, the mist swirls around and takes a human shape and turniung solid and revealing Breg* I alwys liked this place
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 9:19 pm
* as he steps onto land 15 small steel orbs fly and zip around him * there you are.... * a rusteling in a bush reveals a 4 foot long pithon * keeping an eye on things for me? * he picks the snake up with his right hand , he speaks a quick spell and the pithon is absorbed threw his arm giving breg instant memories of what the searpent experiensed and observed * I ssssee.... * his eyes flicker back and forth from normal and yellow searpent eyes*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 9:41 pm
* turning around his body begins to change back into myst* I need to keep a closer eye on these clowns
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 12:59 am
*In less then the blink of an eye he apears on a pond in the garden.Taking soft steps he walked across the water,pushing up his glasses so they'd rest where they should.He then looked down to see some small fish swimming about under his feet.With a smile he continued to walk to the waters edge,then started to walk into the garden.*
((Goodnight all,Let's say KB fell asleep in a bush ok?And no,There will be no poking of the KBness with a stick.That's final. xd ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 12:26 pm
*Yawns softly and rolls out of a bush.As he got to his feet he stretched,then twitched.Rolling his eyes he pulled a twig out of his hair and tossed it aside,then brushed himself off.Since when do I fall asleep without knowing?In bushes?Ughh...Slowly he made his way out of the gardens towards the Dojo.Nightmares had plagued his sleep,and were slowly being remembered.He shuddered at the thought of it all.*
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 5:39 pm
Throwing the doors of the dojo open she stalks into the garden, reaching over her shoulders she grabs the cowl and settles it over her head, tears were now hidden under the cowl and cloak. She wound her way through the garden, ignoreing any who may stare or speak with her, she wanted peace and she wanted to be held...
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 5:41 pm
Focht walks into the gardens after Heswina, he wasn't out here for her sake, it was for his weapon. Using her scent he follows her and finds her.
"Heswina... my weapon please?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 5:43 pm
Stopping beside a long line of rose bushes she crumples down on her knees, she was so aborbed in her thoughts she failed to regester Focht's voice, or his presence for that matter. She was sitting down, both legs bent off to left, as she used one hand to support herself, the other was used to quickly swipe away tears that now threatened to pour onto her face. She was sobbing, yet refused to cry, her face was red and eyes were filled with tears.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 5:48 pm
Focht sighs, cursing his gentlemanly nature as he sits infront of her indian style and pulls a small folded piece of cloth, offering it to her. It wasn't anything fancy.
"Hey, whats wrong?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 5:50 pm
"I...I don't know what to do anymore..." She greatfully accepted the small peice of cloth and dabbed her upper cheeks with it, tears were now pouring down her face. Her voice was meek and somewhat frightened "Is it wrong to be afraid?" Her eyes were down cast as her cowl hid her face.
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