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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 9:20 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •  The group had been traveling for perhaps another hour or so. They stopped only to allow Mihira to quickly dart into the sky and ensure they were headed the correct way. As soon as she landed each time, they were off again. Looking back, the Learanian soil could no longer be seen. They were in, and turning back now was not an option.
The desert was living up to its reputation. The sun shown brightly and the heat poured down upon the group as if the sun itself was leaking. The only break from the heat were the very few and very short gusts of wind that came through, to ensure the desert could have its fun with its victim for perhaps a tad longer. Many people had tried to travel Sentria on their own, and those who didn't die of thirst or hunger became insane. Out there in the dune sea, it was almost as if the desert itself was alive.
However, Deborah felt at home here in the desert. She had lived a long portion of her life in deserts, and knew how to survive. She looked upon perspiration simply as a way to cool off, and rationed her water wisely. Her cloak only helped to serve her in cooling off. She could only hope the group was doing as well. If they weren't, they would be slowing her down. ..She didn't like to be slowed down.
As she continued to walk, she happened to catch a small glimmer in the corner of her eye. Something was sparkling in the sand. She rushed off to the side, and rescued it from its sandy sleep, then rejoined the group's path. Deborah inspected the item and knew what it was, but was unsure of its worth. Sure, she wasn't the most knowledgeable of rare items. Her people had no such things, but she knew enough. To satisfy her curiosity, she turned to Alihi, to inquire her. "Well now, look what I find in deh sand." She held up a round, red gem, in her hand, to show Alihi. "Dere be many a nifty item in dese here sands. It'd be wise to be on deh lookout for 'em. What ya tink dis one 'ere is woret?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 7:31 am
Joshua was pondering what Charles had said to him. "Illogical... considering he's a walking corpse logic has nothing to do with it." He thought as he trudged through the desert keeping an eye on the ground infront of him. The sands had a tendency to gather long lost items of battles past. "Hmmmm" He mumbled.
"Damned lizard... how dare he ignore me after I climbed up that roof...." Jaren had tried speaking to Ganon but the snake-man had just muttered something about Aruna... whomever that was. "Gah its so hot!" He yelled. Although used to the heat of Jehanna Jaren had never actually tried crossing the desert in a cow suit..... he didn't think anyone had ever tried to cross a desert in a cow suit. Worse he was out of water already in an attempt to wake Ganon up he had poured all his canteen on him last night and then relizing his folly ran away before Ganon could see who had done it. He didn't want the snake-man to sit on him again.....
He was really heavy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:40 am
"If you are to be kind... I'll do anything, Madam Alihi, just point me in a direction, and I will have no problem cleaning out the battlefields." He jumped out of the wagon, and stabled himself. The sand whipped up around him, settling seconds later.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:06 pm
So they had arrived at last at the deserts of Sentria. The scorching heat was definitely a familiarity, back during the war when he and his army went through the Nabata Desert. But that was nothing compared to this place. This certainly was a 'hell on earth', if such a term could be given to the place.
Roy pulled the hood up to shield him from the blazing sun. He would be fine for the time being, as long as there weren't any sandstorms that would suddenly pick up. A more likelier occurrence would be bandits, but everyone was armed.
The young lord then recalled that deserts tended to hold spoils of old. He smirked. If he should find anything, he'd be sure to hold on to it. He'd have to be careful when throwing them carelessly into his bag (Darko had decided to nap there today) unless he wanted to anger the little imp for waking him up.
The young lord glanced over at the others, but particularly the wagon. He hoped his mother would be all right out here. The heat was definitely worse here than back at home. After all, they'd all have to walk eventually through the wasteland. He hoped there was enough water in the wagon for everyone. He had restocked back in Pentheus, but who knew what could happen out here. They were in unfamiliar territory.
His eyes rested on Marina for a moment, before he looked away to survey the desert. What awaited them out here? And would they be able to locate the tower the Wyvern Guard mentioned seeing? Hopefully they wouldn't run into any mirages here, like the last time they had gone through the desert. Damn mirages, tricking him into thinking there were a lot of women trying to call to him to join them in the oasis. Who was he, Sain or Saul? They were usually the ones that had crazy imaginations like that! No...no more thinking about what happened last time. He was ready this time for the desert.
"..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:07 pm
Boy, somehow Deborah was right. But then again, she did mention she lived in these through things like this...if Renais's prince though he could handle such heat like Jehanna...sure..maybe a one time thing but THIS, this was beyond him. The only thing keeping his cool was probably his hat at the moment. He would take off his cloak but that was one thing that was also shielding him from the scorching sun.
Having waken up early..or rather at the crack of dawn, all of them quickly resupplied on whatever they needed and hit the road. "Well...I guess it could be wo-" his sentence was suddenly cut off when apparantly brought him down and face planted into the sand. Ephraim picked himself up, spitting out the sand that was apparantly sticking around. "B-Bleh! What in blue blazes??" What the hell did he just trip over that suddenly made himself look like a fool? A book? No..it LOOKED like a book..but was a simple plank that had gotten lost in the sands. The lancer stood up, dusting off every single grain of sand that stuck to his clothing.
Seemed like this desert was like any other desert. You look around and your bound to find something..or in this case a random piece of wooden plank. "Hm?" there was a small golden color sticking out from beneath the wood. Ephraim knelt down, digging the object out. A ring? It looked like it was made of copper, couldn't 'be a cheap ring. "Any idea what this is?" Ephraim called to anyone who was listening. If they wanted it, they could have it. The prince had no interest in such a thing anyhow.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 2:16 pm
"Mine!" Jaren yelled leaping through the air to snag the ring from Ephraim's hand crouched on the sand he stared at it hungrily for a moment before secreting it away in his cow-suit. Standing up he looked at Ephraim like nothing had happened.
"Hey thanks for the gift... I'm Jaren.. Oh! I should give you something aswell shouldn't I!" Jaren began rummaging through his pockets that he had swen. "Gah its here somewhere.... AHA!" He shouted pulling out what looked like a mass of cloth. "There we are! Your very own one of a kind cow-suit! Now your ready for Halloween!" He said to the man. "Hopefully we can be friends? Maybe we should watch each others backs?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 2:24 pm
Quite frankly, Ephraim didn't know what to say. This...Jaren...had suddenly claimed the ring in a matter of seconds..and what made it worse what that it was SNATCHED from his hand. The lancer was holding back every inch of his body to NOT punch this guy's lights out. Actually his right arm was shaking and still he was holding back.
"Easy Ephraim...its just the heat..its just the heat..its ju-"
The moment Jaren pulled out the cow suit and offered it to him as a 'gift'. Ephraim pulled his arm back and...
POW
Right in the left eye. The lancer didn't CARE at the moment. Not only was this person RUDE, but by how childish he was acting if he thinks a prince such as himself was going to wear such a ridiculous object. It might have been just the heat, but Ephraim turned, still following the group only fuming a bit by this man's behavior.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 2:54 pm
Marina growled as she strode alongside the group. Who did Jaren think he was, honestly? He was from Magvel, just as she was. Ephraim was a prince! In this world, he held just about as much power as she did, so she wasn't about to go over and start worshipping him, but Jaren was pretty much a dumbass however you looked at it.
She strode over, patting Ephraim on the shoulder. "Well put, Prince. Mind if I clean up the mess?" Without waiting for a response, she reached over and grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him towards her masked face. "Stealing from a prince. I'd question your stupidity if I hadn't just witnessed it." She spun him around and threw him down upon the ground, withdrawing a set of arm shackles. (Don't ask why she's been carrying them all this time, it's easier to explain that way.) She threw them on his arms pinned behind him, locked them, and pocketed the key.
She stood up again and smiled at Ephraim, though only her eyes were visible. "Problem solved."
(fyi, anyone who calls marina a girl will be turned into one personally by her.)
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:02 pm
Roy heard some greedy little voice behind him and glanced over his shoulder. Jaren had just dove for something Ephraim had found and stared at it hungrily before stashing it in his cow suit. He half-expected the cow to mumble "My precious" or something like that. And then...the idiot pulled out a cow suit and tried to start a conversation with the Renais prince. That resulted in a fist to the face. The young lord sighed. He couldn't blame Ephraim for hitting Jaren. Hell, he would have done the same thing if he was in the prince's position. He wouldn't be surprised if someone took advantage of the stunned cow to inflict more insult to injury.
And sure enough, Marina had shown up. She tossed Jaren around a little before putting shackles on his arms. Where did she get the shackles though? It didn't matter. At least now the cow was dealt with. Now all that was needed was another heavy object to drop magically from the sky and land on him, like when Ganon fell from the second floor of the Hostess Cafe and landed on Jaren. Too bad there wasn't a second floor here. Space rocks would be nice though at this moment. Or maybe some dry quicksand. No wait...that would be murder.
He chuckled to himself before he turned away. Something in the sand caught his eye though, so he wandered over to it. He then pulled out a little statue from the sand. It was white, and had the image of a woman carved on it. It seemed...oddly familiar, like one of those little luck statues back in Elibe. But hey, he found something. Hurray for his luck!
The statue was stashed in his bag before he got back up to his feet. Well, there wasn't much to do here at the moment except walk to where ever the tower was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:21 pm
All that ruckus got Ephraim to start rubbing his temples. Surely it wasn't the heat now but man, this was not a good way to start the afternoon, especially in the middle of the desert.
Someone patted him on the shoulder and he turned, staring at the person who addressed a few people to turn back.
"Well put, Prince. Mind if I clean up the mess?"
Prince? If this person knew he was a prince then that can only mean that he was from Magvel as well. He kinda just watched the feminine boy man handle Jaren then suddenly tossed aside. Amusing if you asked him but he got what he deserved for the most part.
"Problem solved."
The person commented. The lancer couldn't help but crack a smile "That's reassuring" he commented. "I don't think I ever got your name" now that he thought about it, he really didn't. But it might also be good to talk to a fellow from the same continent since there wasn't much that he knew.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:15 pm
When we get home, I know we won't be home at all... ... This place we live; it is not where we belong. • ◄AKIHI► •
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"... That so did not happen that way!" Alihi scowled at Akihi, arms crossed over her chest as she walked. The whole hour that they had been traveling, the Kaua twins had taken the opportunity to reflect on past times. It was an effective time-burner, after all, and it distracted the two from a certain little girl. "I remember that I was the one that won!"
However, it also spurred a bit of... debate over the discrepancies that they had when something didn't quite match up. "... I don't think you did... At the last moment, you messed up and I took the victory."
"That is not true!" She shot back, shifting the pack on her back.
Akihi sighed heavily, pressing his forehead against the palm of his hand. "... I think I'd remember something like beating you in a stuffed animal war..."
"Well, I think that-- huh?" Alihi turned away from Akihi for a moment, looking to Deborah. She stared at the gem for a few moments before her eyes widened slightly. "That gem is worth two-thousand and five-hundred gold." She rattled off quickly, the information permanently implanted into her brain after being a tactician. His eyes flickered over the sand, as if expecting something to pop out immediately. "It was the same way in the Nabata Desert... I remember finding treasures there as well." She nodded slowly, reminiscing. How much easier things seemed back then...
Alihi turned to Charles and smiled kindly. "Just "Alihi" is fine... and thank you."
Akihi shook his head slowly, clutching Excalibur and his personal tome close to himself. "... I'm so right..." He grumbled under his breath.
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♦ ◄ALIHI► ♦ And I miss who we were, and the town we could call our own... ... Going back to get away after everything has changed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 5:58 pm
He glowered down toward the merry band of travelers as they slunk onward. The distance from which he viewed the caravan helped to conceal him within a veil of sand and a curtain of a nearly opaque bronze-like color, although he was positioned high atop an elevated dune, his form exposed to the unforgiving landscape that was the desert. His fine, dark robes billowed with the scathing wind, ebony hairs lashing at his cheeks. If it weren't for the display of swelling sands, he would have been far more distinguishable.
Needless to say, he wasn't exactly transparent.
The mage was seated upon the massive midsection of a slavering behemoth's back. He did not straddle it as though he was its master, but rather sat with both legs slung to the left, more as if the creature had merely picked him up from some obscure place. Filaments of the beast's furs were bristling in the gusts of sand and provided a perpetual impression of still movement. Three pairs of broad, pointed ears jutted up from three beastly heads. But they were all of one being, a monstrous entity which stood proudly upon the empty dune, sporting the mage like an accessory to its power and status.
The rider's garnet eyes sailed over the landscape, fixated upon the caravan ever encroaching upon his territory. His companion glared in a similar fashion at all the morsels of meat and bone and blood that were in danger of drying up in the sun. Growls of various pitches sounded from the three heads, each with its own texture, its own gurgle or snap or sputter. The mage reached up and absentmindedly massaged his fingers into the base of their necks.
Soren narrowed his eyes. Indignation blazed in his vision, his cold and unforgiving expression unfazed by the buffeting sands. Their merry little band had a lot of nerve marching in the way they did. They could at least have sent a message or something; they could have waited for him to send out invitations. But he supposed all was well as long as they actually arrived.
Still, they were very aggravating. He wasn't particularly certain as to why he was annoyed, but he was. Perhaps the mage was more antisocial than he'd realized. An unpleasant noise spurt from his companion's rightmost head, something like a snort and a cough, and he silently dismissed it as being a result of the sand.
Recent events had been...most intriguing. Of course he well understood everything that had happened, everything that was happening, and all that would happen. But he still developed a sort of delight in all the misery and chaos. He was especially pleased by how it was arranged to keep things in order for him. However, the mage did recognize that to ensure things remained in order, he had to take charge in some instances. And so here Soren was, watching the caravan from that dune way up high on the back of a slobbering monster. He monitored them with hints of interest and hints of disgust.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:13 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom was glad for the time spent resting in the inn; even long after they had left the city and were already in the desert, Blossom still felt energized, strength buzzing in her limbs from a full night's sleep, thankfully one without any sudden awakenings.
True to her word, she looked much less forlorn that late morning. She didn't look quite herself, but she was certainly much more cheerful, that much could be clearly seen. She clasped her canteen between both hands as they walked across the sands, Vezra glimmering in the bright sunlight, strapped sturdily against her back.
How much water had she drank? Blossom had lost track at this point, but judging by how infrequently Deborah was taking a moment to let that lifebringer go down her throat, she was probably drinking too often. Blossom had to resist the urge to gulp down another mouthful as they kept going, her tongue growing dry. She wasn't good with hot weather; she tolerated cold temperatures and sleet and snow better than burning suns and shimmering heat.
But she couldn't exactly change the weather or summon up shade, now could she?
Blossom slowly moved towards Ganon, still holding her canteen. She finally allowed herself to take a small sip, just enough to moisten her tongue and her throat. "So," Blossom said after coughing slightly. Even if you tried to be careful, it was difficult not to get a little sand where you didn't want it. "How are you holding up so far?" the little Hero tilted her eyes up towards Ganon's scaly face, using one hand to shield her eyes from the harsh glare above her. Ganon's vantage point almost created a sort of corona around him, so as Blossom adjusted her position just slightly, she could lower her hand; his head was blocking the sunlight from scorching her eyes.← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXX
Like in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:49 pm
"Prrghhh!" Jaren said as the man hauled back and punched him in the eye. You see Jaren had never met Ephraim and didn't know he was a prince... The man knew nothing about politics and hadn't even recognized his own prince yet... let alone another nations.
It left him very confused as to why the man who was nice to give him a shiny wouldn't accept his gift of friendship "He must have been so happy with my gift he confused the reaction for enjoyment with anger!" Jaren thought as he hit the sand. To make matters worse some Macho-Chick had shackled him.
"NOT AGAIN!" He wailed dropping to his knees tears in his eyes. He gripped the cow-suit and picked it up standing behind his back. "Hey Macho-Chick!" He yelled making fun of the fact that this guy wasn’t very manly. "Give me that key!" he then dropped his shoulder and charged the man-girl.
Joshua intervened before the fool got his head cut off and stuck on a pike by the person in black. Grabbing Jaren by the shackles as he bolted past him he yanked his fellow country-man back hearing a satisfying"GURK!"
"I wouldn't suggest doing that. Whomever that is doesn’t seem like someone you just want to charge at." Joshua whispered in his ear. "Look Perhaps you should unlock him." He said louder. "Although a little... excitable he seems to want to help Ahili and her daughter and could be a valuable asset I haven't seen him fight yet... and at least he hasn't turned away any possible allies or acted like he was leading this expedition?"
Perhaps Joshua shouldn't have made that shot at the person in black but it didn't matter. The King wasn't here to make friends. He was here to rescue a young girl. And this stranger was being foolish first they chase away an ally but then they lock up another one?
"Despite what you think you can't do this on your own so lets try to get along."
Jaren had surprisingly remained quiet for the entire time Joshua spoke. Quite truthfully he wanted to tear the Macho-Chicks head off... but refrained instead. He wanted to make friends with people perhaps him and this person could become friends still. "Ummm I was going to give it to the blue-haired boy who gave me the ring but... I can make another for him.." Jaren said quietly. "So how would you like a cow-suit? Oh! I’m Jaren by the way in case you didn’t know!" He began struggling in Joshua’s grasp in an attempt to get to his new friend.
Joshua would have face palmed had he not been busy holding the myrmidon back in which he now guessed was... enthusiasm to give the man in black his very own costume.
Looking up at the others he said. "At least he’s trying."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:58 pm
[[Sorry for making this OOC post here, but Joshua doesn't seem to look at the OOC thread at all.
Two things.
1) Vika clearly stated that Marina is supposed to be considered a man in-character. Calling 'Piers' a "Macho-Chick" isn't considering her a man. <_<
2) Ephraim didn't give him the 'shiny,' Jaren stole it. So either Jaren's completely delusional or I don't even know what.
Just pointing it out.
Also, starting a fight amongst the rescue team is NOT a good idea. At all.]]
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