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You know how they say that sometimes you see something in slow motion, and you still can't stop it from happening? Well, that's what Dash was seeing right now. He realized Titan was flailing, saw the hilt coming for his face, and felt it connect. Couldn't have done a bloody thing.

Pain exploding over the side of his face, Dash stumbled back, landing quite unceremoniously on his rear, gloved hands clutching at his cheek. His nose was bleeding, and it felt like his jaw was in pieces. Muttering something rather profane from behind his hands, Dash managed to glower at Lok and say something particularly rude and not very princely.

He'd heard Eve complaining about him leaving... And he really did feel bad about it... But really, it wasn't his fault...He looked up, quite surprised when Eve walked up to him, and carefully wiped the blood from his face. He took it, highly confused, and nodded.

Getting back to his feet and sheathing his sword, he looked at the upset Titan and very carefully (his jaw was still hurting) said, "Ow. What was that, Titan?" he stepped back before saying her name though, "Alandra? If you want to go see her, then GO." He pointed to the doorway, "Kyros said she was just down the way." He was glaring, his face already getting somewhat puffy. Titan had nailed him good.



Kyros looked down at Gwaith and Amleth, flashing a very toothy grin. "Hello there, piggish fellow," He gave a nod, mismatched eyes (one red the color of blood, the other a lovely golden color) dancing over Amleth's form. "And don't let Gwaith's constant yammering fool you. Hugeish dragons are better than he'll be any day. YOU, however, have more spirit than I've seen in a long, long time. It's hiding in there, but there nonetheless. You'll do well here."

They walked for just a few minutes more, until a rather agitated looking figure came into view, standing in front of a large covered cart. Her hair was long and cinnamon colored, and upon closer examination, her emerald green eyes would bore into you rather intensely. That didn't stop her, however, from being quite lovely, that is, when she decided to smile. "Hurry up, you great stupid dragons," SHe called out, tapping a food irritably.

((And there's Alandra! In my defense... She was originally created as a tiiiny character, and ended up being extraordinarily fun. So, not bothering to come up with a good name, I just named her Alandra. Shutupallofyou. *points*))

((Haha, since I can actually respond to this, I'm gonna post to it now... >.>))

At Lok's seemingly random outburst (he had NOT been paying attention to the lesbian bit of the conversation - that was when he was busy being hit in the face with swords) he gave a shrug, "I... Have no idea what's wrong with a man." Oh. Wait. That probably sounded a little gay. Well, darn.

"Owwwwowowowowowow." Percy ever-so-eloquently said in response when Lok grabbed his face, quite thankful he didn't hold it long. "Yeah, he did. Damn, I've never seen him flail that much. The whole Alandra thing must be getting pretty bad. I feel kinda sorry for him... A weapon?"

Dash looked oddly at Lok, touching lightly at his jaw. He wasn't used to unexpected injuries. Sure, he could take a sword through the side, or a blast of magic to his chest, but being cracked in the jaw by a flailing man with a sword in his hand was just... unexpected. "What kind do you want?" He had a feeling the wolf wasn't too keen on carrying a sword around... Even if it WAS the best weapon. "You know, this would suit you well." Dash then lifted a rather bulky looking mace off the wall and tossed it to the wolf, "You're both ugly and generally unwanted." Oh gods, he hoped he wouldn't catch another hit to the face for that one.


"Just shut that scaley little face of yours, Gwaith, dear," Alandra said, her bright tone not hiding the irritation in her words. "Or I'll have Kyros sit on you." Kyros, at this statement, grinned.

She then looked to Titan, who had, surprisingly, addressed her directly. That was unusual. "Hmm? Its nice to see you out of that smithy, Titan." Her tone was far softer with the man than it was with his dragon friend. "As for YOU, Gwaith, my panties are not up for discussion. I've already told you that." She did though, blush a bit at the sound of Dash's name. Well, a prince was a prince was a prince. He'd do that to any girl.

"This guy wants to become a hero?" Alandra's green gaze looked Amleth over as she cocked a hip to the side, arms folded across her chest. For a brief moment, one might have glimpsed her left hand - covered in black and blood-red scales. "He'll do nicely. I think we can arrange something. As soon as these deliveries are done, I'm off for the evening. Why don't you close shop early, and we can suit this young man up with some weaponry and training?" She then addressed Amleth directly, "I'm Alandra," She offered a hand (the normal looking one) for the pigman to shake.

((Bahahahah. Dude. Daemyn and Domino *points* We oughta bring them in. AND JAXERAITH! AND SLADE YESYES! *shakes you*))

((=D I have no idea who any of these new characters are...))

Amleth flushed at Kyros' claim. Having people say nice things about him was strange...and really nice, now that he had pushed away the nagging voice that said that their opinions would change soon. He rubbed at his nose. “Um... th-thanks.” He gave the larger dragon a sheepish grin.

As they came to the cart, Amleth caught sight of the impatient, but very pretty, woman awaiting them. As he was introduced, the pigman tried to straighten from his perch on Gwaith’s back. “Um, hello! I’m Amleth, and it’s nice to meet you, um, Alandra? Er...” He wobbled on his ‘steed,’ before deciding to clamber off. “Th-thanks, but I don’t want to slow you down or anything, I’m kind of heavy, and I can walk myself and all...”

He glanced up at the newly arrived Titan, noting the red face and flustered speech. “Ah...” He smiled, then looked back to Alandra, and took the hand she offered, giving a small shake. “So, you’re a trainer, too? Thanks a lot, I really appreciate any help I can get.” He paused a moment, considering. “I’m sure that with both you and Titan helping, I’ll be able to get good fast! Err. ...You are a trainer, right? Sorry, I just assumed, I don't know that, but...” He stopped. "Right then."

He looked over the boxes that the dragons lugged around. He didn't want to rush whatever they were doing for Alandra, because of course it was important, but he really did want to get a start on work. He shifted a bit, hoping to mask his impatience.

((You're not allowed to say your posts blow if they're like five times longer than mine D<))

((Ahhhh, my turn... D: ))

"Believe me, she would have saved herself," Dash murmured, rubbing at his jaw. "Eve, you're one of the most insane people I've ever met. It's a wonder you fit into the whole 'princess' category at all, really." He paused, then added hastily, "That was a compliment, you know." He didn't need another incident. Especially when she was too-closely examining the weaponry.

"That's the point, Sally," he said lightly, flashing her a somewhat dimmer than usual smile - half of his face was swollen. Somehow, though, he made it look cute all the same. It left though, when he realized he'd said the exact same thing as Eve, and at the exact same time. "They use 'em to protect themselves. Humans don't really have any natural weapons. An ogre or a troll on the other hand, does. Unfortunately, they tend to be used for more than just protection." The Prince made a face at Eve's swordplay around him, and blew some hair out of his eyes, "MY hair's fine, Eve," He said, moving his head slightly away from the blade, "And I'd certainly not use a scimitar to cut it if I wanted to..."

Getting back to Lok, Dash shook his head, "A big pain, mostly. She's one of the princesses in the stories Eve doesn't inhabit... If you think Eve's fiery, well... Alandra's unpredictable. And Titan's after her, while she barely sees him, the poor guy." He then gave a bit of a nervous smile at Lok's thread, lightly placing his hand on his injured jaw. Nooooo thank you. He didn't need another embarrassing hit. "Light and quick?" His eyes searched the available weaponry, gaze falling upon a twin pair of daggers, and then a thin, long metal pole. A bo staff. Pulling both the staff and the daggers (they were held in either side of a belt) from the wall, he held one in each hand. "What about either of these?" They'd at LEAST be more useful than a pillow. "And Sally, you oughta at least carry something with you too. There's a few short swords and daggers over there, if you wanna take a look at those. Or, Alandra's shop has some interesting longer ranged weaponry."

((haha okay! Dash done... I'm FINALLY finding out what sort of character he is *laughs* little late, ain't it? XP))

Alandra did her best to ignore Gwaith's tauntings, and instead turned towards Amleth, who looked far more nervous than he should have been. Poor guy. Kyros, on the other hand, was grinning widely, not to be intimidating, but he was just amused. "No problem, Ammy. Can I call you that?" He flexed his wings, settling them back at his sides. "Good. Anyway, no need to be nervous. We've all been in your shoes before. Green as green can be. It'll take some practice, but we'll work those little butterflies out of your stomach." He grinned again and then set about helping Titan move boxes.

Alandra, meanwhile, gave Amleth a quiet little smile that made her once-irritated face light up like the princess she actually was. "Nice to meet you too, Amleth." She returned his handshake with a much stronger one, and patted him firmly on the shoulder. "Heh, I don't normally train, but I think I can make an exception in your case. Dash asked for it, and it seems the stories have been a bit off lately. So hell, why not?" Putting her other hand on his shoulder, she turned the pigman 90 degrees, gently, but firmly leading him down a separate road.

She nodded to Titan, giving the particularly nervous man a somewhat devious smile. "C'mon then, Titan... I'll leave Gwaith and Kyros to the supplies. They KNOW what they're doing." That sentence was more directed towards the dragons than Titan. Kyros in reply gave an indignant snort and finished loading the cart. "Good. Alright, Titan... You'll help him pick out a weapon. I've got quite a few things in my own shop... Some of your work too, I might add... We'll find something there for him. But you're better at weapon choice than I am... So you two get to collaborate that." She grinned at both men, "This'll be fun. I haven't had a good training session in AGES." Still pushing Amleth ahead, she picked up her pace, "Let's get moving. We're wasting daylight."

((OOOH. THERE. POST. And it was SOMEWHAT LONG. WHUT? HAhaha and yeah, Teufel... They are awesome characters. XD; I dunno how long they'll be around in THIS Rp, but Aka and I just had so much fun with 'em, and they fit here PERFECTLY. The end! biggrin ))

((Hehehe, I planned on it... but I figured Amleth should have some fun doing SOME training just for a bit... I mean seriously... it's HIS MOMENT! It'll be just for a bit until I'm like: OMG BORED. and jump things ahead... I already has a plaaan... kkukuku.

... But yeah... we will do that *laughs*

...WTF NESSA. HAW. XDD That means Seth MIGHT be near by O.o.))

Lok was hardly listening while Dash spoke. Even if he had changed in some ways, he would never change in others... especially in the way when Sally prodded him he snarled and batted her away in that half hearted fashion he always did.

"Lay off!" He said sourly.

He only looked at the prince when he had brought up some options of weapons. THAT had caught his attention. It seemed at the moment the dark man had rather selective hearing.

He strode over to the blonde and stood before him, his chin in his hand. His eyes traveled from one to the other before he took the twin daggers out of their belt and into his hands. He weighed them in his palms, eyes sharp and calculating. That glint of predator shone in his eyes.

"... I don't want to fight with a stick." He said of the bo staff. "Wolves don't FIGHT with sticks." He added for good measure and the look on his face dared anyone to mention he was not a wolf and wasn't going to be one anytime soon. In his world he at least still a little bit like a wolf... and also if he ran into his old pack... or... himself? The Wolf... he was NOT going to fight them with a STICK. That was just embarrassing on so many levels.

He then gripped his new weapons and tilted his head.

"Okay." He decided suddenly and began to stalk away with a definite purpose away from the shop. "You go learn magic, Sally. I'm going to go find someone to teach me how to use these." Though, he paused, returned, and grabbed the belt from Dash and strode away once more and into the bustling streets of Camelot.

((hahaha, I have an idea of who will teach him too... it'll be... funnnn... > biggrin ... AND TO GET AMLETH ROLLIN'))

Titan seemed rather winded by Alandra's devious smile. It might have been particularly odd for any man to find that sort of smile attractive, but perhaps Titan just found anything the fiery princess did to be attractive.

Gwaith rolled his eyes at the dirty blonde and with his tail shoved him in her direction. "Go on then! I'll do this HORRIBLE SLAVE LABOR for your sake..." He winked as Titan stumbled and glanced back at him. "I'm counting on you, Titan... don't let me down! You'll twist Alandra's panties yet!"

Titan scowled and made to kick at his dragon, but thought better of it and jogged to catch up with Alandra and the stout fellow. He fell into stride beside them... and then behind... and then beside... and continued this odd indecisive dance the whole way to the young woman's shop.

When they arrived into the humble shop Titan instantly felt comfortable. This was something he knew.

"Alright." He said to Amleth and led him along the wall. "I think I know just the thing for you." He grabbed one of Amleth's arms, raised it above his head, and then watched it fall. "A short sword, I think... nothing fancy, something light, and easy to handle... your hand is a good form for it." He ran his hands along a few that hung on the wall and plucked a rather simple one with a slightly decorative handle.

He placed it into the pig man's hand and then released his grip on his arm.

"How's that feel?" He asked of him, eyes continuing to look along the wall.

((... WHEEE!! WHE! ETC!!..))

Sally was about to protest to being left so suddenly but both prince and ex-wolf were walking away and she was being dragged in the opposite direction. "Be careful Sparky! You too Dash! Watch out for Lok for me! And and...and...ummm...owwwww." She stumbled a bit as Eve pulled at her. She didn't know that not only was Eve going to let her learn magic...but also give the girl a make-over as well.


"s**t...s**t...s**t..." Came a chant in the other direction Eve and Sally had gone. Leaning against a wall was a tan skinned woman. Her short silver hair was cut at an angle to just below her chin. She was wearing a dirty pair of jean shorts and a torn black tank-top. Her leather boots were scuffed with fraying laces and tarnished buckles. On her arms and legs were tattoos galore with plenty of scars mingled in. The most prominent of scars though was the one that ran from her hair line, over her cloudy blue eye, and to her chin.

Her grungy fingers fiddled together anxiously as she kicked at some dirt and knelt down groaning. "Where the ******** is he?" Some yelping caught her attention and she shot up like a bullet just as a young scrawny pale boy darted towards her, waving his hands around like a monkey with its tail cut off.

"NESSA! HEY HEY HEY!" He called out in a cracking voice and came to stand in front of her, panting and trying to catch his breath. Nessa wasn't exactly patient and she pushed him into the wall.

"YOU ******** SCARED THE s**t OUT OF ME! DAMN IT!" She growled loudly and let go of him. "So where is it? Show me the damn loot."

The boy pulled at a bag that was slung around his skinny shoulders and handed it to the short woman. A wide smile came on her face as she examined what was inside. She carefully pulled out two ornately decorated twin blades as well as plenty of gold coins and jewels. "s**t. Boy you're getting so much better!" She let out an excited laugh and put the treasure back inside. Her cloudy eyes lightened and she put it around her shoulders, patting it with care. "She actually did pay in advance. A woman of her word..." She paused and raised a silver brow. "I hate honest people." She cleared her throat loudly and spat into the dirt near a group of women who squealed and darted away from the strange thief.

"You disgusting...vile creature!" One of the women called out at her and Nessa gave them a bored look and raised her lip in a weak snarl, as if they weren't worth her time.

"Thank you. I've never been given such a grateful compliment before." She laughed at the look on their faces and shrugged. As she began to turn they called back out to her.

"It wasn't a compliment, you filthy whore." They all gaggled like geese before letting out shrill screams when their dressed were torn revealing their undergarments. Nessa seemed to be still, though it was no doubt she had somehow done it without moving.

"Perhaps. But at least I'm not as blunt in my services as you are. Sex is something sacred, or so I heard, perhaps you should listen." She gave a rude gesture with her hands and continued to walk away, letting the group try to find somewhere to hide their exposed bodies. Her partner trailed behind her curiously.

"You shouldn't have done that." He sighed and shook his head. "If he finds out..."

"Ah Hell, like I give a s**t?" She rolled her eyes and shoved her way past the people that dared get in her way. Two people in particular caught her eye as one yelled out for something about training or another. "Anyways, he will never find out...if you don't TELL HIM. You always tell you stupid boy. I swear...it's like having a little brother or something. Then he starts wailing on me about having to stop hurting people and s**t. Even though he does it, just not as obvious as I do. Then he doesn't give it as much as he should that night. And it's always your fault. So you keep your mouth shut or I'll slice it off." With this warning she followed said two men and tried to get a closer look.

"Do you think they could be the people we're supposed to ya know...knock off, Sam?" She asked the young boy, drawing closer to them.

"Mmmmm she never did give us pictures did she?" Sam replied.

"No...she should have, but for the price she's paying us? I'll deal." She scratched her stomach and coughed. She was a decent range from Lok and Dash with a new sword in her hand, leaving Dash weaponless. Once again she appeared to have not moved an inch. Sam was watching her with a nervous look.

"Mighty fine sword you have here, little lady." She said, her accent a bit deeper as she spoke. She ran a finger over the blade and let it draw blood. The drop of dark red liquid ran down the sword and she eyed the two men...oh three...from the corner of her eyes and smiled a wicked toothy grin. "Hey Sam? How much do you think this'd sell for?"

"Nesssaaaa...please..." He groaned and pulled at his curly brown hair. "You always make such a big deal out of stuff." He stopped as the sword was swung to his lips with such a speed that made it impossible to see move. "...bah...bahh...DON'T SLICE MY LIPS OFF!"

"No...just shut up...I think it'd sell nice. Maybe you should consider it? Seeing as how you probably need it?" She held out the sword to the prince with the same exact look a drunk surgeon would give his victims. "Oh! Wait! You're the prince. Right...then maybe I should sell it instead...seeing as how I am actually the poor and dirty filthy street rat."

Sam sighed loudly and rubbed at his filthy forehead. "Nessa...please...the prince? OH MAN SHE SAI-" His mouth shut and he grinned crookedly at the glare he received. "Shut up Sam! Right." He laughed again as Nessa twitched and looked back over to Lok and Dash before noticing the knight and raising a brow.

"Him? I could always teach you instead."

((Haha I DUNNO...I wanted her to interact with them...And I left the ending like that...cause I dunno who this knight is, and if she knows him or not, so it could work for both a stranger and someone she knows. Cause ya know...she wouldn't act much different.))