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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 12:22 am
Aurak hears a small ring and snaps his head around to look at the paladin, holding a small, silver bell in her hand. Faintly he hears the pad of footsteps. Shortly a group of chefs appear in a rush, slowing down and moving to their assigned possitions by each person. Aurak Looks around a little, the chefs seem to be standing too stiff to be comfortable. Out of his right Peripheral vision, he sees a young woman approach him with some large pillows. Aurak watches her give him a delicate bow. Bringing his right hand from behind his back and transfering the picture to his left hand simultaneously, he takes the pillows with a great amount of respect and watches her bow again. "Th-Thank you." He says quietly and turns back to the mistress to hear what she has to say. Quote: These people took the time out of their day to create for you. It is their passion, their art and their life. I asked you to not be late in order to show them the well deserved respect they have earned. Would you tell them to their face that you were late, thus perhaps ruining what they have put so much in to? Aurak looks back to the chefs and to the other guests, the chefs stands still as stone statues. Looking back to the paladin, he thought. Well, I wasn't technically late. I arrived in here on the stroke of six, so that shouldn't count me as late... right?Quote: Before we begin, anything, I will ask that you show your respect to them in whatever way you wish. You must do this though. It is your first lesson. Showing respect to even those viewed as quite low in society is vital. He looks confused at the paladin a bit then realized what she was saying. I see now! He thought happily. This is like a test almost. A test to see how one would react or interact in different situations, using this abbey as the school. Hmm, Interesting. Smiles lightly at the paladin, understanding completely. Quote: I believe the phrase “Treat others as you would wish to be treated.”, sums it up. From the right side of him, Aurak sees the chef by him place the dome-covered plate in the center of the table, then watches that chef line up against the wall with some of the others. He sets the pillows so that he balances them on his right hand, he uses his other hand to pick up the chair and bring it around behind himself, then places it back down on the floor. Now where the chair once stood, is an empty spot to place the down pillows. Placing them down one at a time until he had no more, he counts three pillows were brought to him. Aurak turns back around to see that chair hasn't moved from it's spot, he picks up and light-weighed chair and takes it over to a chef, seeing as he won't be using it.. Walking back to his spot, halfway there, the picture he was holding stealthly slips from his hand and floated towards the paladin and skids about three feet closer to her. He stops behind his spot and turns to the chefs and bows to them respectively, before turning back around and waits at his spot. He looks at the paladin, waits for what she'll do next. Then something diverts his attention. A little scent... a sweet smell of meat... one that tickled his nostrils a bit. He took in that wonderful scent, that wonderful smell a little. Mmmm... I smell pork, beef, lamb and chicken. Mmmm, tasty. Aurak licks his teeth underneath his lips, saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth, now a little eagar to start eating. "You have to wait before you can just start." He reminded himself He nods to himself a little, regaining his control and looks back at the paladin. ((WOW! I think this is one of my longest posts EVER! Deugaro also gave me a helping hand. Thanks man! ^_^))
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 6:00 pm
Mira quickly straightened up as the woman at the head of the table stood up. Listening to her speech, Mira winced at the lecture. It sounded eerily like the lectures she used to get from her mother and teachers. 'Treat others as you wish to be treated', right?
Heaving a small sigh, Mira stood up from her chair, looking around to the other guests to see what they would do. She saw one person hand a chef a chair to sit on and the others doing various things. Mira smiled lightly as an idea came to her.
Bending over, she picked up her pack and rooted through it to find what she was looking for. As soon as she got the object, she strolled over to the nearest chef with it in her hands, it was hard to tell who was the Head Cook, and bowed to him deeply. "I thank you and all the other cooks for this wonderful meal and hope that I have not insulted your passion. As an apology, I wish to give you this painting that I created a few years back in gratitude to the ones who fed me."
Mira handed over her spring landscape painting, smiling brightly as the cook recieved. "It is my hope that you will hang it up where all of you can see it and be reminded that after the cold of winter always come the warmth of spring."
Bowing again, Mira sighed in relief that her gypsy mentor had pounded into her head that being polite and formal never hurt anybody's feelings. Retaking her seat at the table, she waited for the signal to start eating. She was starving and couldn't wait to eat what looked to be delicious food.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 6:31 pm
Deugaro Deugaro had finally made his was to the kitchen with both his mind and the abbey intact, with a small bit of help from that man. "Blast it all.", He thought angrily. "I wont have enough time to finish the brew."He quickly searched for a decent sized kettle, amazingly making little noise whilst browsing through the pots and pans. The dark haired male found what he was looking for. "Dakoon." He murmured. A strong gust of wind blew through the kitchen and into the dining hall as an onyx shaded oval opened and within an instant Deugaro leapt through, leaving only a boot print and a few disturbed pots behind. He appeared little more than five feet in the air, about a mile east from the abbey. "Now that I have some room I can release some of the taint." After a series of locking mechanisms the gauntlet fell off and struck the earth hard, leaving a small depression in the ground. His charcoal colored digits had little time to revel in the sunlight as they were quickly stabbed into the soft dirt. "I am sorry Earth..." Poisonous energy lanced out of his fingertips like burning stingers. However, the assassin would not scream as he had long ago learned to endure. So he watched the trees around him decay and collapse on themselves in agonizing silence.
Good post. For your next one, I want you to remember to read what you're posting out loud to yourself and to take your time. No one is going to fault you for that here. Theres nothing hugely wrong, but how you state a few things is choppy. I had to go back and read things over a few times and mentally add in words to get the full picture. You know what I'm saying? Specifically the part about the gauntlet. It felt as if you had a tiny it more to say about that, or a bit more detail to add.
Thats about it.
Sorry it took me so long to get to post. :3
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:40 am
(Sorry about the mix up. For some reason I thought Deugaro was a dragon-kin. Ooops. My fault. Also, I might be allowed on more often soon. Hoping for it. I edited my character’s history a little. Same basics though. Just changed a few details. Also, helps him fit in with the story and how exactly he got here, or anywhere for that matter.)
Liran turned around after the guy entered the kitchen. Shortly afterwards, the dark vibe vanished. Weird. The vibe vanished. Liran thought. A ringing noise and the sound of several feet snapped him back to reality. Liran turned and saw several cooks walked in with silver platters in their hands. The cooks moved gracefully, and with great skill across the room and set the platters down on the wooden table with a light clank. The paladin/mistress started to speak with an authoritative tone:
“These people took the time out of their day to create for you. It is their passion, their art and their life. I asked you to not be late in order to show them the well deserved respect they have earned. Would you tell them to their face that you were late, thus perhaps ruining what they have put so much in to?”
Liran began to flush because he was guilty of the crime. She continued on:
“Before we begin, anything, I will ask that you show your respect to them in whatever way you wish. You must do this though. It is your first lesson. Showing respect to even those viewed as quite low in society is vital. I believe the phrase ‘Treat others as you would wish to be treated.’, sums it up.”
The bible popped into his mind. He couldn’t think of where he heard that or something similar in the bible. The movement of everyone snapped him back to reality once more. Liran walked slowly up to the cooks along the brick wall with his head hanging low in despair and humility. Liran began to speak with a tone of humility, and spoke softly, but loud enough all the cooks can hear:
“I’m sorry for my lateness. Please forgive me. I will work for your forgiveness if you wish. Just ask what will need to be done and when and I’ll do it. Thanks for the great meal. May the lord be with you.”
Liran turned around and walked slowly up next to Raoden‘s seat and sat down. Liran forgot Raoden was even there. Liran looked around at the glimmering platters set in front of everyone. He bowed his head and started his prayer of thanks.
(Yeah. One I believe that is truly worthy for posting)
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:21 pm
(Heh Seiryu and Suzaku are supposed to help each other! Right Aeros? I understand what you are saying that I forgot to put in, I get this sudden burst of inspiration and then when I need detail poof. Gone. I'll try to put detail back onto the gauntlet.
... er, Would you be mad if I said I borrowed the your writing form on your bio?)
Deugaro removed his talon from the ground. Dirt had ground it's way into it's rough texture, turning it from charcoal to a dark brown.
He grunted and picked up his discarded gauntlet, it's obsidian sheen dull under the dying sun. He pulled back his red cloak and set the metal on his hand and closed three rings underneath the armor's hood that kept it close to his arm and respun the three locks.
Hearing the satisfying clank of locking metal he set about getting back to the Garden Shrine. He started by removing the top half of his clothing, exposing his torso to the world. A red muscle shirt was the last article of clothing for his upper half, minus his headband. It slowly unraveled from his shoulders, sliped around his chest and stomach and finally stretched out behind him. They were great wings of vermilion hue, a trade mark of who he was. The Phoenican tied everything together in his cloak and held it tightly in his talon.
"Why did I bother bringing the kettle?", He asked aloud. "My brew needs no contamination, and that means it needs to be made in a room... I'll have to make do with the kitchens."
He raised his feathered appendages high before bringing them down sharply, sending him high into the air and creating a large dust cloud underneathe him.
He glided for a short while in the general direction of the Shrine, the occasional flap to keep him airborne, and soon arrived in the Shrine's courtyard.
He calmly reclothed himself and set off towards the abbey once more, making small adjustments to his wear.
From here he could hear the sounds of dinner occuring, the scaping of silverware on plates, the unveiling of main courses...
That was no place for him, someone who couldn't even taste food. His eyes drifted to a rampart wall that looked to be in the best shape.
"I'll just have to begin my medicine's cooking up there... nothing should get into it."
Even now he took his time, admiring the sights and sounds of evening life, on his way to the walls. The quiet man picked up stray pieces of wood he could use for kindling and soon had an armful that could keep a fire going throughout the night.
His small area for his camp was soon set up, his borrowed kettle filled with water from his canteen and his mixture of herbs. Deugaro took out a piece of flint and striked it against his talon, creating enough sparks to light up the large ball of dry grass he had scrounged up.
A normal person would have yawned by now, but Deugaro could never sleep. His closed eyes played him nightmares of a past life that would shake even the most cruel of people. He couldn't even enjoy death as it brought him back into life almost as quickly as he died.
"Who is enough of an idiot to actually want eternal life?" He asked the wind bitterly.
He would recieve no answer.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 5:22 pm
A Ronin walking down the path finds himself lost in thought. Only those who are strong may endue what lies ahead...Perfect. He walks on, his hand resting on his Katana whilst moving fluidly through his surroundings, his traditional Japanese Kimono flowing loosely with his movements. Upon reaching the heavy wooden door he opens it and steps inside the monastery, speaking with a voice that echoes through the empty hall. "Hello?" Smelling food and hearing voices emerging from the dining hall he proceeds to wander through the monastery searching for it, taking in the scenery that harkens back to ancient Japan, the place of his birth. As he enjoys the scenery he discovers the door to the dining room slightly ajar and he quietly slips between the two wooden doors, unnoticed except by the cooks who stand on the opposite wall, quietly taking a seat on the cold stone floor away from the others, head lowered in dishonor. Sitting there he begins thinking, I've missed the serving, I cannot join them, it would dishonor those that have made the meal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 6:28 pm
Deugaro ( Heh Seiryu and Suzaku are supposed to help each other! Right Aeros?) ((You got that right! lol))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:19 pm
Attention:
First, yes I haven't been grading. There is a reason for this, several in fact.
#1 Work. Yes, I work for food and bills and all that lovely stuff. My dead line is approaching so theres a huge push to get this database done.
#2 I would like Omirao and TwoDou to post before I start grading once again. :3 This is because before I grade, I will make another character post. So you guys will have some time while I grade to figure out how you will respond to it.
#3 I have dedicated my roleplaying life to eating dragons.
That is all.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 12:56 am
((0_o ... scream Why IS you eating DRAGONS!! There must be no eating of dragons! I is fan of creature called dragon! I is as bad as Sasuke fan-girl... ninja ))
Raoden jumped slightly when he hear the ring of the bell. He looked around, startled as the cooks flood from behind the woman. He tensed, flustered as he watched the procceedings enfold. He'd never been faced with this kind of situation before. What should he do? What would bring the least amount of attention to himself? He stood staring at the food on the table, the conflict and confusion obvious on his face, his fists clenched, and his shoulders tense. I don't know what to do! he wailed mentally. How could he bring himself to face people after he'd spent so much of his life avioding contact?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:53 am
Van watched the other guests get up and give the chefs their due. Feeling shamed by how the others were giving their praise, he knew there was only one thing he had to give. Van sought out the chef that had placed the delicious smelling food before him, he bowed deeply and said, "I, unfortunately, have nothing to give you as a token of appreciation. I sincerely hope that for the moment my gratitude will suffice." He raised from his bow and turned on the spot heading back to his seat. Keeping his gave low Van hoped to keep others from seeing his humiliation. He deserves so much more than just my thanks, but I had nothing to give.
((I would have posted sooner, but I just got power back this morning crying I was off since Thursday morning.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:19 am
Quote: (0_o ... icon_scream.gif Why IS you eating DRAGONS!! There must be no eating of dragons! I is fan of creature called dragon! I is as bad as Sasuke fan-girl... icon_ninja.gif ))
It was actually a joke directed at Aeros. =>>= If you had checked out the "about me" section and then my comments in my main profile, you would understand very clearly.
XD
D:
No one post now, I have to go in to work for a bit, but I will be back and get my posty done by tonight. That is unless I have to (read surprised mg omg omg I want to go) play with my mother's new kitten.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:14 pm
She had only heard of this place, it's ruined look and beautiful gardens had attracted her a few month back. But as she was in need of back home, she left and vowed to return someday. And this some was today.
As she was left to wander on her own, she noticed movements inside the three storied building.
'Someone already lived there.' She concluded.
Her gental red hair brushed back with the finger of the wind, her dark brown eyes were thoughtful and intelligent. There was a grace in her movement that told of her class.
Coming to the door, Sophie raised her gloved hand and knocked at the wooden door pain in a shade of grean-brown. A door nobb moved and she saw eyes grow onto the expressionless face of the metal feature.
Suprised, she screamed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:19 pm
Quote: XD
It was actually a joke directed at Aeros. =>>= If you had checked out the "about me" section and then my comments in my main profile, you would understand very clearly.
XD ((I knew it was. whee I just felt like posting.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:37 pm
No_1_cares Omirao Quote: XD
It was actually a joke directed at Aeros. =>>= If you had checked out the "about me" section and then my comments in my main profile, you would understand very clearly.
XD ((I knew it was. whee I just felt like posting.)) ((Hi...it's nice to see someone else here))
Actually, that goes for you too Aeros D: No more extra chatter. I should probably make an OOC thread for this place. Ill ask Penden about it.
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