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 Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 11:11 am
 Isabelle The Barbers Daughter The arrival of a monsterOut from the bleak shadows of the woods shrouded the infamous Stealth Way came a girl with a massive pack for her size, she didn't look much older than 11, 13 at a push, in reality she was 15. The girl had a cold steely glare as she watched the eyes glance back out of the trees although none even made an atempt to attack her. As she came into the brighter light of the afternoon it was obvious why, the girl wiped the dripping blood off of a pair of overly large barbers straight razors before folding them away and concealing them back inside a pocket around her waist. That should show those filthy low life bandits to watch who their attacking, think they can get away with their lives? I think not... She thought to herself as she trotted towards the towering walls of the city known as Chronopolis.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 2:36 pm
A guard was sitting on top of the watchtower overlooking one of the gates. He was so bored. He wanted to join in the festivities, but his shift still had a few hours to go.
He rubbed his eyes as he saw a dot in the distance approaching. "What is this? Another visitor?" Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a little girl. "What the hell?" What was a girl that young doing traveling by herself. She was coming from the route that lead through Stealth Way.
Customary procedure was to check visitors' IDs, but seriously, the guard thought, what could a little girl do? How very wrong he could be!
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Forest was stalking Shravra, her newfound center of attention for today. He had helped her with the burn earlier, and she just wanted to drag him around. The smith always seemed to stay in his shop, and that was no fun at all. Today was the festival, and she was going to make him and whoever else she could grab go to the sword tournament. She was still considering participating herself, though Thomas would probably smack her silly. Eh, whatever. Who cares what Thomas thinks! She had already succeeded in embarrassing him anyway.
"Hey, Shravra!" Forest shouted spotting the smith in the crowd. "Let's go to the sword fighting!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:51 am
SHRAVRA the metalsmith"Hey, Shravra! Let's go to the sword fighting!"Turning round it took him a few minutes to spot the ever more frequently seen girl through the crowds. He had got the paint he needed and had already been back to the shop, dropping it off and picking up his competition sword. A three 1/2 foot blade with a handle and a half and an onyx gem set into the pommel. It had been slung over his shoulder while he had been walking down the street."Ah! Forest. What do you mean? I was already going down to compete anyway. Want to come cheer for me?"The arena was easy to find because of the crowds gathering nearby so the pair just, went with the flow. The arena was a simple wooden platform, circular in shape and about three feet high. There was hundreds of people come to watch in hope that there was someone they knew participating.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 1:14 pm
 Isabelle The Barbers DaughterEntering a new life of lies.The young girl walked towards the large domineering gates set securely into the large protective walls that surrounded this city. A guard on top of one of the watch towers called down at her " Excuse me miss but could you state your business in Chronopolis." He said acting all official. " Me? I am taking over the salon in the main square, you know the one next to the black smiths. The old owner died and I jumped at the opportunity sir." She said politely. " Shirley died? wow, my wife used to go there...huh, what a shame " Right, Ok but I shall need to know your name for Record book." Spoke the Soldier. Darn, quick think of a name... Isabelle, that should cover it " Isabelle, my name is Isabelle, sir." Almost saying The daughters name the Girl now known as Isabelle looked towards the ground with a slight look of disgust. The massive gates creaked and a crack of light began to shine through between the moving hulks of defense. " Right then Isabelle, your free to enter the city. Good luck with your new life in Chronopolis!" The guard cheered down towards her. Shut the hell up you nuisance of society, if i didn't have to enter here with cover you would be whistling out a hole in your shoulder instead of pouring that official safety drivel on me. Shouted Isabelle inside her head as she looked into the streets of the city, stares were coming from just about everyone she seen, as if these doors didn't open regularly. She practiced her techniques on all of them, stabbing, slashing, slicing, smashing untill there was nothing but a bloody screaming mountain of flesh. Isabelle snapped back into reality and cast the dismembering thoughts from her brain, she dawned her large pack again and Walked into the crowds.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 2:58 pm
((Again, sorry for my delay—been busy, and just sort of waiting for some development before Lenore comes in and starts ruining things. razz ))
Lenore, glad for something finally to do, glided gracefully out onto the streets, following the throngs of people to the area which had been set aside for the swordplay demonstrations. She hoped that this would be the turning point of her day. She’d been running around Chronopolis like a mad woman, searching for something (more specifically, someone) who could satiate her lusts, if only momentarily. The longer she delayed, the stronger her yearning grew. If she didn’t have some fool by the end of the day, she’d practically be in a frenzy. When was her last victim? She puzzled to recall. Perhaps a week ago? All the faces blurred together in her mind. It was hard to be sure. All she knew was that it had been too long. She would become reckless if this drought continued. She couldn’t afford to be reckless.
Luckily, this competition was one of the few Lenore looked forward to. What female wouldn’t? The sweaty bodies, the bulging biceps, the rippling pectorals…. She shivered in excitement. Here was where she would find her next plaything. It had to be here.
While Lenore’s main objective was the watch the competition, she couldn’t help but find a section of the audience where there was another possible victim. She gravitated towards where Haucon and Aidan were watching, keeping one eye on the competition, and another on the tall human. She smirked, a dark and foreboding look coming into her eyes. Yes. She would most definitely find what she sought after here.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 4:58 pm
triggerperfect,
[[This oughta be fun.]]
As Aidan was waiting for a response to her suggestion from Haucon, her thoughts and senses wandered. There were more spectators gathering by the second, and she was becoming a little nervous in her observation of the growing numbers. This feeling was intensified as a she sensed something, or someone who's gaze was fixed on the two companions. Instinctively her whole body stiffened, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Moving her eyes through the crowd around her, Aidan searched for the source of her apprehension. Everyone around them were moving, which combined with her slight build and height, made it difficult for her to locate just what was paying so much attention to them. Aidan was forced to turn her head to continue her search, until her eyes--black in the current setting--found what she had been looking for. In a gap created as two people moved in opposite directions, and in the moment that the Elf caught sight the woman, her grip on Haucon's hand tighten noticeably.
The stranger was a vision in red. Her beauty far exceeded that of any human woman Aidan had ever seen. It even rivaled the grace of members of her own race, though two such different entities would be nearly impossible to really compare. The sheet of blonde hair, alluring expression and... exotic choice of clothing made even the unaffectable Aidan feel slightly uncomfortable. She was so perfect. Too perfect. It made Aidan sick to watch her. In the second she was able to catch a glimpse of Lenore, two things happened. At first, the elf felt a surge of adrenaline shoot from her center and she almost left Haucon in the crowd to be devoured. But, as she was preparing to move to safer quarters, she felt her hand inside Haucon's. Looking down at the entwined fingers, all thoughts of escape were pushed into the back of her mind. As he eyes met Lenore's, she felt begin a quiet calm seep into her gaze. Aidan, for whatever reason, seemed to welcome her challenge.
And the elf felt herself smile.
love you long time..
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:58 am
((sorry for the delay...no excuses >.<))
Haucon was considering Aidan's explanation of the situation. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind, still thinking about what the general populace might say if they saw the Master of Horses with the town apothecary. Chronopolis was a big city, but still both of them held fairly notable positions in the area, and Haucon was not at all interested in a scandal, especially over what he assured himself was only a budding (and seemingly blossoming) friendship.
He was lost in his own thoughts, when he felt Aidan's hand squeeze his own. Having not yet noticed the other woman, he looked down at his hand and subsequently Aidan. He shook his head to clear briefly. "Yes, I think you should sit on the fence, then at least you'll be able to see you know." he blurted out, preoccupied before he realized that Aidan's attentions were elsewhere. He followed her gaze and met those of the woman in red, if you could actually say she was "in" her clothing, as very much of her seemed to actually be out in the open.
He blushed furiously, almost as red as...as...well, whatever it was that this woman was wearing, for it was plain that she was indeed a woman. Conscious thought seemed to evade Haucon for a moment and he felt somewhat hypnotized, to the point of not noticing the black wings which sprang from the shoulders of the lady. He was almost unaware of Aidan's hand in his, but someone in the crowd jostled him and he returned to his senses. He coughed and quickly turned away from her, afraid to make eye contact again. Trying to shake the knowledge that they were being stared at he turned to Aidan. "You'd think she'd be cold in that wouldn't you. I swear the lengths some people go to..." he said laughing nervously.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:20 am
 Isabelle The Barbers Daughter I'm not alone in this city?The crowds were all moving almost as one and having nothing else to do Isabelle went along with the flow. These people are too peaceful for whats happening in the outer world, something is definitely different here, and what I would give to upset this, this dream and slaughter them all, one, merry, smile at a time! She was keeping her composure at least, even if in her head she was screaming for a chance to murder. The masses seemed to slow and stop at what appears to be an arena, there was competitors striding around with all manor of swords, long, short, rapiers and claymores. She took off her pack and sat on top of it giving a few more inches of height and a seat to look out over the crowds, it was from here that something caught her eye, a person, no, she was something else, a demon. Why is there a demon here, I thought this place was unoccupied just now. I suppose there would always be one or two outcasts wandering the streets, I wonder why she is here, prey maybe? Isabelle took a closer look at the woman, she was good at hiding her obvious demon traits, but the aura surrounding her was unmistakable to someone that had been close to enough demons. Isabelle followed the woman's fixated gaze to a couple standing near the fence. Ah, so she IS hunting...
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 1:07 pm
((Oo… fun times! And quick note: Lenore’s wings are furled tightly and are covered by a draping of red cloth across her back—the only part of her that is truly covered.))
In her stilettos, Lenore stood several inches taller than most people in the audience, and so was able to monitor most of the scene without travail. She relished in the stir she had caused, particularly in the young human. There was something… special about breaking one so young and tender. His blush only enticed her further. As Lenore’s gaze met his elf companion’s, they flashed steely, as if to say I dare you to try and stop me.
She found her way a few steps closer, easily maneuvering the large crowds, though being careful to disguise the movement as an attempt to get a better view of the arena in front of them. Quickly becoming more obsessed with the human male, she gave him an appraising look from the corner of her gaze, all the while seeming interested in the activities of the ring before her. He was fairly tall, though she had a few inches even on him in her stylish footwear. Kind eyes and gentle features betrayed his relative youthfulness, and his musculature betrayed him underneath his tunic. Warm, brown eyes and jet black hair seemed to compliment his tanned skin. For a human, he was quite charming.
Indeed, as the trapped soul in the young girl had assessed, Lenore was hunting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 6:56 pm
((If you haven't already, please try to gravitate toward the swordsplay competition.
*cough* Malaroth's sword wielding characters))
Forest skipped beside Shravra. "What? Okay!" She didn't know he knew how to fight with a sword. "So, who do you think you'll fight? Anyone you know?" The black haired teen merrily bounced alongside the smith.
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Because the swordplay tournament was one of the longest standing, most popular, and well attended competition, Lord Thomas himself had an obligation to spectate as well.
"What shall the prize be?" Allen had asked him earlier.
"Stuff Forest into a cannon," Thomas had said, and was duly reprimanded by his High Guard Captain. "Fine, it's a surprise. I'll think of something that meets your standards." At the moment, the lord was still formulating a prize. Quite obviously, a trophy or medallion of some sort would be involved, and he could simply conjure it up. The second part of the prize, perhaps monetary or somewhat useful, was still in the works.
Because of his special status, Thomas had been given a box office seat, which he was now asking if anyone wanted. "Would anyone like a front view?" It was a tradition of his to give his seat away.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:10 pm
triggerperfect,
[[Sorry if I'm a bit off today. It was the first day of a new term, so my brain might be a bit dead. sweatdrop ]]
Aidan's mind moved fast. She knew that, in this place, it would be hard to outrun a demon. Her eyes darted around the competition grounds. There were very few revenues of escape in such an open area, and with the whore's attention completely fixed on them, there really would be no way to run without being followed. The elf's face grew blank, as she considered options. For now, she decided to remain where she was. Aidan did not bother to answer the Stable Master's attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Instead, yanking on Haucon's arm to force him down to her level, she brought her lips to his ear. She was almost positive that the woman would understand what was transpiring, but she spoke to him anyway. "That thing wants you," As she spoke, her breath stirred the short hair around his ear. She noticed that Haucon was blushing, and felt a stab of jealousy. "Now isn't the time for that..." Aidan thought, frustratingly pushing aside the emotion. Feeling a bit like a cornered animal, in this inescapable sea of people, and under the fearsome gaze of the demoness, Aidan's grip on Haucon's hand became even stronger than before. She unconciously dug her nails into his skin. Continuing to hold him near her eye level, she locked gazes with him. "I wouldn't be surprised if she kills you once she's finished. Please," And, she was pleading now, "Do not give her the chance." The expression in her face was difficult to understand, and before Haucon had a chance to try, she let up the pressure holding him down, though her hand remained tightly closed around his. Aidan was reasonably sure that the demoness would not want her cover to be blown in this sea of potential victims, so she hoped that Haucon's rejection would be enough to discourage at least a public scene, though she knew this might not be likely.
love you long time..
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 10:33 am
Haucon was somewhat confused about what was going on. At least initially he hadn't really perceived the red woman as a threat, but based on Aidan's reaction he started to change his mind. He was somewhat surprised to hear her call the woman a "thing" and shuddered briefly at her assessment. He couldn't deny that she definitely seemed to be staring at him and her gaze was hypnotic and piercing. Her urgency was conveyed through the sudden and sharp pain of her hand digging into his.
He nodded to Aidan. "What do you propose I do?" he asked deliberately not glancing toward the woman.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 6:22 pm
Shizuru waited for Cassie's response, but some random guy jumped into the bar and started shouting about some sword competition starting. "Oh, Cassie, this one's always fun to watch. Want to come?"
The doctor headed out of the bar toward the sword competition and assumed Cassie would follow. She'd also be able to see how everyone got hurt in the competition. It was getting old, but something new came up every now and then.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:16 pm
Lenore smiled to herself, a darkly secret and alluring gesture. She lowered her eyelids, narrowing her eyes just so, so that the general expression acted as in invitation to interest and intrigue. Several men nearby who were not the targets of that look craned their necks to try and push their way into her view. She flagrantly disregarded them. Her vision had tunneled so that she could only see her chosen victim.
The little elf had it completely right: Lenore would not stop until she got her way. A public scene would be… unfortunate, but if necessary…. Well after all, that fine little investigator had yet to pin anything on Lenore. She knew how to dodge any official inquiry.
Even so, Lenore had best be careful with this. Such affairs required delicate handling when the target was not so interested. At least, she mused, he hadn’t turned away until after his diminutive female friend had made comment. That gesture alone was telling enough to admit to the practiced whore that the boy would not be terribly opposed to the idea… after persuasion.
She debated how best to proceed. Now was not the best time for an approach, what with his finicky companion madly whispering and doubtless restraining his actions. No, she would have to stalk for a bit. Wait until they separated… Lenore was convinced she could take him for a tumble if she could just get him alone a moment.
Without any more pretenses of watching the ring, she ardently gazed at the young human, mind reeling as she machinated ways to somehow part the two companions.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 2:42 pm
Isabelle The Barbers Daughter The growing tensionIsabelle sat watching the demon, after all it was more exciting than the swords contest, well it was for anyone who had noticed the atmosphere around them. Her lust for blood was boiling through every vein in her body, she hadn't had a decent kill in months and watching one unfold was horrendous, but blowing her cover was unacceptable, so she watched with a gaze as intense as the demons, her eyes stabing into the back of their heads with the overpowering desire to mutilate and kill. I AM GOING TO GO CRAZY IN THIS TOWN! I've been here what, an hour? And I bump into a situation this intense without having anything to do with it! I need a mark, and soon.
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