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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:10 pm
"You were following the Watch." She answered. She was a little pissed off since Roy took her tome. She knew she wasn't going to get it back. "And I usually see the touchy-feely coming Spitfire."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 6:37 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy  "I'm a temporary Watch Member, so of course I have to follow them." said Roy calmly. He then smirked at her next words. She usually saw it coming? That was comical. "You were following me Mel. After my time wandering the wilderness and fighting in the war to protect my homeland, how could I not notice that I was being followed? You should have been expecting some touchy-feely. After all...you are dealing with me." he replied, a devious look in his eye. Ah, it was fun to tease the only other Dragon noble he knew. 
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:04 pm
"Really now Spitfire. You like to mess around with all the woman?" She said. "I must be a good catch then." She smiled. "The only other noble you know with dragon in their blood. I even have red hair and a love of fire."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:21 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy Roy chuckled. The drinks he had earlier that night were almost wearing off, but he was mostly sober. He knew what he was doing. He began to approach Mel slowly. "But of course Melethia. Although, there are certain women I'm always serious about." he said. He was pretty close to Mel now. He lifted one hand up slowly to her cheek and caressed it gently. He smirked. "Two red-haired dragon nobles with a love for fire. Wouldn't that be an interesting relationship we would have?" he teased, though it was tough to tell if he was actually serious due to the poor light.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:28 pm
"Yes it would be." Melethia looked around, "It is getting kinda late Roy and I have nowhere to go." She said sweetly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:34 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy With her words, Roy smiled. A lost kitten with nowhere to go. Excellent. "Would you like to come rest at my place? Though...it's actually just a one-bed room at one of the inns. I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing the bed." he said with a smirk. He lowered his hand from her cheek before turning around and walking back a little. He picked up her Elfire tome and slipped it into his bag (for he and the book were in the shadows again. He stepped out again and looked at Mel. "Are you up for it?" he asked with a smirk.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:46 pm
"Sure. I don't mind. I had to share a bed ALOT of times in life and it wasn't always with guys or people that I like. I've got stories." She said with a smile. "Can I have my Elfire tome back? I'm not going to hurt you with it." She was telling the truth. She wasn't going to hurt Roy with her tome.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:49 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy "I'd like to hear some of your stories, but let's save that for when we get to the inn." he said, looking up at her. He then patted his bag before holding his hand out for her to take. "You'll get your Elfire back once we get to the inn."
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:52 pm
"Fair enough." Melethia said. "Living 1000+ years can lead to some great stories."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 1:23 pm
Three were left. Four had gone before. The events were now on a declining slope, rushing ever faster towards the conclusion that would soon come. But the others didn't know what would happen. None knew, save for the one who was orchestrating this grand scene. All the pieces were in place. All were beginning to form opinions, thinking they had ideas, thinking they knew what was occurring. Thinking that they were right. They were learning nothing. They were still trying to kill him. None of them understood. None of them could possibly understand. He had been enlightened. He had been shown how badly these things had gone, what horrors had been caused by their actions and were STILL being caused. From where they were. . . could they possibly ever understand? It didn't matter. He would do as he must, and then just when they thought they had everything understood, he would flip the chess board, sending the pieces flying in all directions.
Another day was over. Two murders had been found this time; he would adhere to his strict guidelines one more time. One murder per day. No murders in the daytime. None would witness the actual act; no more than ten civilians would witness the scene. He would not be seen in connection with the actual crime; in fact, they had no real proof that he had committed them yet, only circumstantial, although he had more or less admitted it to Isadora. And the stomach was always cut open; the reason for this was unknown, even to the assassin. He only knew that he must do so.
The next murder could not be done in the town proper, in order to keep with his guidelines. This one, if done within the town, would certainly attract attention; so instead, Kishuna was sent to capture the target - a middle-aged man. A rag soaked in a chemical applied to the mouth and nose knocked him out, and the morph warped to a safer location, bringing the man with him. There, Tura prepared the body and the next note, then returned with Kishuna to the spot he would set it up. There was a chute overhead; it seemed to be used for garbage. This was where the corpse was hidden, note pinned to its chest this time. Then the chute was closed, and a piece of paper was attached to a rope that, when pulled, would open the chute and release the body.
This small note would read:
From the darkened skies
Source not nature nor divine
Snowflakes are falling
And then, from above them, shaken by the movement of the rope by whoever was reading it, small white flakes would begin to fall like snow. . .
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:02 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< Another day had dawned. It hardly even occurred to Leon that the night had gone by so fast, after all, what had happened on the Night watch wasn't too distant in his memories. He recalled the dame knight falling to the ground, a cut on her neck. Although he'd applied the Vulnerary to it, she was still knocked out cold and in need of carrying.
Being the only member of cavalry on the case, of course he volunteered, and he had also stayed up to guard the FEF crewmember outside her door (of course not watching her sleep, that would be rude!) partly due to his own fear of the nightmares he had before.
He was at the Watch House, and didn't event realize he'd drifted off to slumber... standing straight up! He could have been followed to the Watch House's medical quarters, ambushed and would have been completely unaware. How shameful!
He looked inside to check on Isadora, that being the first thought he had. "M'Lady Isadora." He said, his voice calm but at the same time hopefully loud enough to wake her. "'Tis mornin' 'lready. I carried ya back 'ere on Anri to get that cut 'o yers healed by the Watch Medics' staves. C'mon, we gotta eat now, I dun' think this case be close t' over.">{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:24 pm
At first, it was blissful. Then suddenly, she felt something aching against her next. Isadora moved her hand against her neck to rub it. Why was her neck aching? Not to mention her head too.
Suddenly, she remembered what happened last night. The murder and Tura.
Isadora sprung up the bed so sudden. She felt the pounding of the headache came to her, causing her to lie back down. It was then that she heard the door opened and someone was addressing to her.
When the headache was gone, Isadora slowly got up and looked to her surrounding. She noticed that she wasn't in the castle or FEFGA's house. And standing beside the bed was Leon. Isadora let out a groan, thought back of what Leon said.
"Thank you, Leon. I must have passed out from lack of oxygen and sleep deprive." Isadora said as she pulled the cover away and got up. Having breakfast would be a good idea and to replenish her energy. However, she had other things in mind.
"I'll get the meal later. Right now, I need to see the clue from the last crime scene and to speak with Captain Ghis and Amelia. It's a matter of urgency." Isadora said as she looked around while grabbing her boots and wore them. Where was her sword and shield? She had them with her.
After finding her sword and shield, Isadora buckled her scabbard to her belt and headed to the door. As she opened the door, she turned around to explain to Leon. "Last night before meeting you and the others, I was stopped by Tura."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:41 pm
Melethia's eyes opened a bit. She was in a room that she was sharing with Roy. Speaking of Roy she was to the side of him in the bed. They didn't do anything, get your minds out of the gutters. Her hair was down and her jewerly was gone, but she was still in her dress. She did tell Roy a few stories about her past. She even got Roy to tell one. She noticed that Roy's arms were around her waist.
"Perfect." She thought. "I can't get up with out waking him."
She went to reach something and noticed that one of her gloves was missing. She looked at the scar on her right hand. She remembered how she got it like it was yesterday. She frowned a bit. Scars always made you think of events of the past.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:45 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia felt quite relaxed as the General headed down the street. Without her weapons or armor, wearing casual clothing, she looked just like any other member of the city. Being off the job for the day meant not having to work patrols, stay up to the wee hours of the night or wake insanely early... handle more murder cases...
Amelia shook her head sharply from side to side and kept walking. She didn't want to think about that, not now when she wasn't working. It wasn't her problem. It wasn't her issue to handle. It's not my fault. It's not Dad's fault. It can't be.
Amelia ran a hand through her hair and looked up to the sky. It was still morning, but the sun was already bright and the sky was cheerfully blue. Amelia looked back to the street and continued to walk, brushing one hand against her shirt. The crowds were thin, and she paused as she neared the center of town, the crowd all but gone now.
...Was that the smell of blood?
It was faint, but...
Amelia turned towards an alleyway. There was still no one around. Amelia quietly headed through the momentary darkness, emerging on another street, next to what looked to be a closed inn; whether it was in need of renovations or simply closed, Amelia didn't know. But that wasn't important--she was focused on a rope dangling near the wall with a square of white paper attached to it.
Amelia hurried over and studied the paper. She held it up in her hand, resting it loose to her palm. "From the darkened skies, source not nature or divine, snowflakes are falling..." Amelia murmured, reading aloud the note. She paused. Was... was this...
"Tura? Tura!" Amelia shouted. She looked up, eyes wide, and lowered her arms near her sides; as she jerked her arms down, however, she inadvertently tugged the rope down as well.  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX"What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:59 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy Roy was still sleeping when Mel woke up. They did not do anything dirty last night. All they did was share some stories from the past, then go to sleep while sharing the bed. Nothing more. His arms were wrapped tightly around Melethia's waist. How he ended up there, and when was anyone's guess. His breathing was relaxed and he had a peaceful look on his face. He looked almost kid-like when he was asleep. Hard to believe that this young redhead lord was an adult. He was wearing an undershirt and cotton pants as his pjs (he had taken his armor off to sleep). He nuzzled up against Mel's body, rubbing his face against what he thought was a pillow but was actually Mel's chest. "What a soft pillow...zzz..." he mumbled in his sleep, face pressing against Mel's activity.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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