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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:54 am
They wouldn't love me if they knew what I look like...
"Oh...um..." she blushed, not quite comfortable with having the question reversed. Glancing up at the man, she smiled as if she found herself to be very silly indeed. "Nothing much. Just... the usual. Prayers. The chickens. Feline spoke to me just before I came here. Very boring. Very me."
Nodding her head as if to end that particular thread of the conversation, she turned towards the table he was working at. "May I take a look at the spell...? I'm fascinated by languages. I've probably never come across one as complex as what you work with, though..." she admitted humbly, head slightly bowed.
...Beneath these robes, and this dye, and this stupid fancy title.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:03 pm
Do I control the blades in my hands?
Storm looked up after their session had ended. He []ihad in fact, enjoyed the ride. She had too, as she slumped off onto their mossy bed with a sigh.
Looking over, with a smile and that not murderous glow in his eyes, he said simply,"I think I might be able to get used to that."
Or do they control me?
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:13 pm
 I am gone from my home, my world...
He sighed, needing something to do.
He fiddled with his daggers, tiny in his hands. The stones in the pommels glimmered, thankful to be back in his hands.
They were Ioun stones, magical and extremly powerful in the realms. They had served him well during his campaigns in the Astral Sea, And his journeys throughout Faerun.
Not it was time that they served again.
His armour and clothing on, he started the long and arduous task, carving the unique and intricate sigils into the stone walls.
the blades, infused with the stones carved into them cleanly, never losing their edge. It took him hours, until the rain came down as fast and hard as was possible in nature.
Then the storm got worse. His movements, the carving and the patterns, they all beat to the rythm of the rain, the crash of the thunder. it was a dance, and it was magical. He carved the symbols, both arcane magic and divine, praying to Mystra for the spell he was weaving.
At the end, he span into the center of the room, hurling the now unfused stones into the walls.
they slowed exponentially when they came toward the walls, and started floating around the room, a complete circle.
The sound of the storm was no longer there.
"Show me My home."
But it is really gone from me?
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:47 pm
I don't like to think of myself as "evil," as such...
Cressa glanced at him strangely, unsmiling.
Letting out a deep breath, she sat up and adjusted her hair, proceeding to stand after a few moments.
"Well, I'm VERY bored now. Stay over there, would you, while we wait? No more of that touchy nonsense."
...I much prefer the term "morally challenged."
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:48 pm
Do I control the blades in my hands?
"If you insist." he said, shuffling over to the other side.
She wasn't very amused at this point.
The rain wasn't letting up, and probably wouldn't, and Storm did not want to be cooped up with someone even unwilling to talk, even in such a cramped and awkward setting such as this.
No matter how much he tried, he simply couldn't really fit into the other side without touching Cressa, most likely making her further annoyed.
He slumped backwards in exasperation, falling into dark thoughts.
What would he do here on out? Was his vows to the priestess really the right thing? And how did this Drow woman know of his Bhaal blood?
He looked up from his thoughts, towards Cressa.
Her hair was tussled, but still rather neat, her robes laid out on top of her again, wrapped in them even. He eyes shone in what little refracted light there was in the jungle, staring out into the pouring rain.
"So," he said, breaking the long, perhaps quarter hour silence.
"How much do you truly know of us Bhaalspawn?
Or do they control me?
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:37 pm
"Just let me give you everything, as I desire..."
Jessie couldn't help but beam back at her as she gladly accepted his praise. Well, he didn't even consider it to be praise as such. It was just the truth. It was how he felt.
But god, she was beautiful when she smiled.
It also seemed that she was the only person who could catch him completely off guard and leave him speechless, as she did then. "I... erm..." he replied, almost bashful in his uncertainty.
"That is... thank you for..."
The right words then came to him unbidden, as if they'd been waiting there all along. "For just being, Coline."
A short, comfortable silence passed, during which his smile took on a certain tenderness. Affection seemed to radiate between the couple. It made the room seem a whole lot brighter.
"And for putting up with my nonsense," he chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. A hand came up absently to stroke the side of her head, ignoring the slight unpleasantness of her dripping, water-sleeked hair just for the opportunity to be that much closer to her. Between them, the sopping robes were a cold, dark barrier they couldn't get within inches of. The water-laden material couldn't do anything, however, to inhibit the aura of love that swelled and permeated through the entire room.
There wasn't any distance between them. Not really.
"...And believe me when I say that I love you."
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:44 pm
((Hey peeps! Does anyone know what happened to Grunny? I haven't seen a response from her in a while...))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:04 pm
((well, her character is in the infirmary...but as for the person...your guess is as good as mine))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:09 pm
((When did that happen? I thought my character was still talking with her...))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:29 pm
((Mabo it is Inu's character that is in the infirmary not Grunny's. Not sure what is up with Grunny though Rocket.... D; ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:49 pm
((frick...sorry, my bad. I got the two mixed up.... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:34 pm
 Evelyn  Evelyn rolled her eyes at Xeiashi when be pushed her hand away. People always looked down on her nurturing instinct until they needed it. She had get to realize the boy was less than clothed until he put the B.O.O. robes on, at which point it was far too late for her to be taken aback. She quickly realized that she would not be able to stop Xeiashi from going to the Practice Hall, but she could delay it for a while. "Garçon, I will take you to the books, if you will come with me to get food. I do need to check with Professor Panda about the location of the Overseer..."{{It's all good! And I'm sure that Grun-Grun will come back soon.}}
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:02 pm
As much as she would have wanted to admire Jessie's features, beautiful thing that he was, but having his face in such close proximity with hers was something she was still getting used to. The swell of confidence within her began to subside as he pulled away and rose a hand to stroke at her downcast wet locks. Coline quickly averted her gaze, an evident shade of red forming on her cheeks yet again. How many times has this happened today?
"W-We should probably head downstairs now. The Priestess should be waiting for us." she said, taking a step towards the door, only to stop mid-way as a thought suddenly occurred to her. "Or... would you rather we stay up here? I'm sure the Priestess will understand once I explain things to her..."
Yes, there was plenty to explain, wasn't there? She couldn't even begin to imagine how she was going to say that she and the Captain were... were... The recruit shook her head--she'll worry about that later--and turned to look back up at him. "I'll have to take care of a few things first, but I promise I'll be back right away."
[Training End: Wounds of Glory]
[Training Start: Rally the Troops]
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 12:49 am
So would you mind if I bared my soul? If anything, Jessie's smile only grew wider as she moved away. This was thanks to an unintelligible combination of "Coline is so beautiful" and "I love her so much." It wasn't at all certain where one ended and the other began.
Her suggestion, needless to say, caught him off guard. He hadn't quite managed to forget what they were meant to be doing, but... well, you know. Most of his concerns seemed to untether and float away when he was near to her.
"Well..." he began thoughtfullly, arms folding "Really, I feel duty-bound to be at your side while things are explained, since this whole thing is my fault in the first place..."
However, this wasn't the end of the matter. He quickly continued "But if you feel like my presence would be more of a hindrance than a help, I suppose that my place is up here, out of sight. We can always come down together later, anyway."
The Captain's smile returned in full force. "It's your choice. What would you do with me?" If I came right out and said 'You're beautiful'?
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:38 am
I don't like to think of myself as "evil," as such...
Cressa glanced over to the man, arms folded.
"I know that you are the mortal progeny of the Lord of Murder," she replied quietly, leaning against the rock "Created only to facilitate his return and plagued with an unending lust for slaughter."
Cressa looked away again in the silence which followed, seeming to lose interest in the conversation to such an extent that they might never have been speaking at all. She watched the rain for a few moments and then, blinking as if she'd suddenly remembered something, reached into the pockets of her cloak where it lay on the ground, having to bend down to search it. She pulled out a familiar wrapped jewelry box and straightened up, examining it.
Unceremoniously tearing the paper off and tossing it onto her cloak, she opened the box... and sucked in her breath.
"Ussta yah... Ilhar de Llolth," she breathed, fishing the delicate piece out by its solid gold chain "Jal uoi'nota!"
After staring at the sparkling, priceless artefact for a few moments, her face contorted. She stamped her foot, hand holding the necklace curling into a tight fist as she shook it.
"Fa'la nindel zatoast!! Horrid, horrid vith'rell! He never gives ME anything like this! He never gives me anything kku'jal!"
She seethed, the gift Jessie had put so much time and care into choosing clenched hatefully in her palm. "That b*****d. Let's see his little b***h fish her trinket from the s**t!"
With that, she hurled the precious, delicate object out into the downpour. It fast disappeared - leaving Cressa to seeth in its wake, part of her appeased, but most of her left feeling empty, as if a hole had been punched through her stomach that would never quite heal.
...I much prefer the term "morally challenged." (( Accompanying voice clip found here! ))
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