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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:18 pm
 The man noticed a strange structure in the built of Light's energy pattern. The man smiled a bit nervously as he felt Light's energy gather back up. He then looked suprise and turned his head towards his door and he was looking as if he was amazed and simply thought to himself Two more entered the city... Who are they... He then turned back and looked down at Light as the man was standing up. "Hey no problem it's not like everyday you can save a Legendary warrior right? Hahaha. By the way my name is Seijuro Schif--" Just then a ton of images flashed through Seijuro's mind causing him to remember something that frightened him, something extremely odd and he snapped back into it and looked back at Light. "I'm sorry, My name is Seijuro... Uh... Hiko. Yeah Seijuro Hiko." The man reached his arm out in order to help Light get up on his feet and from then he told Light already he was willing to escort him to the castle.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:29 pm
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".....Seijuro it is then." He had hoped this man didn't expect to try deceiving the half-angel but he had just been saved by Seijuro. That rather outweighed whatever the tall framed medic was hiding at the moment.
"I am curious, though. You seem to know a bit too much about me...given I haven't been here that long. But whatever, I really do need to speak with Sola..." Light's voice softened as he looked down and away from Seijuro. It saddened him to know he had to tell the Queen that Inferno and Rorek were dead.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:35 pm
Upon entering the grounds, Rose immediately felt the powerful presences that existed within the walls. She never knew how she was able to feel such things, but she always had that handy little knack for doing so. Her eyes scanned the area, her senses flaring out. She took a deep breath. There was a metallic scent, one that didn't belong to her arm. That of blood. But yet not ordinary blood at the same time. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked around, sensing the newfound disturbance. She found not too far off there lay blood on the ground; splattered. She walked over to it, inhaling the scent. She would make sure to find this person and help them, whoever they were.
She knelt down beside a droplet and scooped a little up with her finger and brought it to her nose. Definitely not fully human, she analyzed. She looked around, this time a little more carefully. There were a couple more drops up ahead. A path she could follow. Standing up, Rose sped up her pace to find this hurt person in hopes she could be of at least some help. There were many buildings around, but she had to find the right one. She had trained herself from a young age to track, and she wasn't going to be doubtful of her senses just yet, even if she was only human. It was the least she could do.
At last she found a small hut. But there were two scents in their. One of which was the owner of the blood, she was sure of it. The other, a stranger. Maybe an enemy. Taking a deep breath and deciding not to interrupt, she leaned a little closer to the closed door. She heard their voices, and it didn't sound as though they were fighting. Instead, she found herself a tree and sat underneath it, patiently awaiting for the victim to emerge of the hut, and then she would pursue what had happened. She thought herself one of rational decisions, not of reacting upon spontaneous impulses. She sighed. They might be a couple of minutes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:28 pm
The Dark Elf continued through the streets His arms raised as they allowed his hands to rest behind his head, fingers softly curling around the hoop of the anchor, for some reason it comforted him to do so. His feet continued to carry him, even though his thoughts were else where, and as expected, in no time he found himself down one of the less populated alleys of the city. The smell of dry blood, body oder and other unspeakable scents seemed to fill this dark skin's nose. Suddenly the sound of snickering echoed behind him, shortly followed by a few in front of him also. His Golden pools softly reached the corner of his sockets. His body shifting as his right hand fell away from the anchor, whiles the left hand slowly moved down to grip under its "T" bar.
The sounds of movement seemed to get closer till a small group of thugs, all wearing one kind of upper body clothing, probably symbolizing their gang or group. The Dark Elf simply allowed its lips to curl into a grin, as his head raised, white locks of hair shifting slightly. "Aye Aye ... Shouldn't you boys be home with your mothers?" With that little insult it set the group off, it seemed this group has been beaten a few times, considering how quickly they were to anger. The leader charged towards Senther, drawing a knife of all things as Senther then wasted no time. The Anchor pulled from his back, the leather reinforced straps weaving away from his body as he would have swung it towards his right. with this motion the pure weight of the anchor was causing the motion as the leader went in for the stab the anchor swung back, catching the blade and knocking it off course.
Then as the leader went to jump back holding the dagger his body jerked, He couldn't pull away. The reason? The knife seemed magnetized to the anchor with such strength that it would of been hopeless to even try to pull it from it. Those dark lips parted to expose the pure white teeth beneath. Using his own body weight he then kicked the anchors lower half, knocking it upward in an arch like fashion. As it swung up it caught the jaw of the the gang leader, with it the cracking and splitting of bone and teeth mixed with the blood squirting into his mouth like a ripe fruit all mixed as it send the gang lead up a good 10 foot before sending him crashing into his cronies behind Senther. With this motion the anchor slammed down upon the stone street behind Senther as his body twisted to now face the group. A smug grin of his face as he hinted for the others to have a go. Before he could finish the gesture they had dragged their leader off into the darkness of the deeper parts of the streets.
Senther's expression dropped to a more serious one, his hands gripping the anchor as the markings glowed, it now seemed weightless as it would then be placed back onto Senther's back, his eyes showing a little concern. "Even here they deal with thugs..." He shook his head before looking over the buildings to see the Arena in plain sight as he simply gazed upon it pondering. ~Could my work really be useful in a place such as this?~ He thought to himself before shaking it off, he then began to walk once more, now with his target in clear sight.
((I had nothing else to do okay? >_<))
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:44 pm
(( I re-read Roreks post and My post is a bit off but ******** it you can work with it XD )) Seijuro looked a bit suprised at Light's question but really shouldn't have been suprised either. "You mean you don't know?" Seijuro asked as if there was something he should have known. Just then Seijuro looked up and just before the door swung open Seijuro already turned around and looked at the door then it swung open and a young girl was in a panicked state and yelled out. "SEIJURO THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!" Seijuro's eyes widened then narrowed back to normal he gripped his sheathed blade and ran out the door. "Light excuse me for a bit! I'll explain later!" Seijuro vanished from in front of the door but in reality was simply moving at a god like speed but just as he jumped from his spot he locked eyes onto a girl sitting in a tree his eyes locked onto her for a bit before he turned his view back in front of him and continued foward and the little girl suprisingly keeping up with him. If Light wanted to follow anyway that was up to him, if not that was his choice. As Seijuro would appear for a single second within the midst of the crowds everyone would exclaim random happy remarks. "Look its Seijuro!" "Hey Seijuro will take care of em!" "Go Seijuro you know what to do!" It seems Seijuro has been around for much longer than the Light would have assumed. Seijuro arrived at the scene of the issue a couple of gang members getting into it with a group of people. It was obvious even all of the gang members put together could not equal 1/4 of what this man was capable of but it was Seijuro's duty to prevent a slaughter and Seijuro landed in front of the gang and the crowd seemed to cheer softly for his appearance. "Hmph I don't get what you are doing here and I know these men are wrong for approaching you but I am sorry I cannot allow you to take lives in my prescence." Seijuro then unsheathed his blade and as he placed the point against the ground it easily cut through like if it was a hot knife cutting through butter. Seijuro had a giant smile across his face and Seijuro was a huge fan of battling. And It was obvious that Seijuro was taller than the man but only by a few inches which was a bit suprising to him and much more muscular than the man. Seijuro was extremely far from being ignorant he did not take these things into consideration as if he would win. He simply adored outer apperances and appreciated the beauty of things. "I Am Seijuro Hiko, Defender of Riverrun!" The crowd roared as everyone backed up as far as they could and even the gang members behind Seijuro backed off and his cape/coat flowing beautifully with the wind. 
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 9:13 pm
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"................."
Not about to question what was wrong, Light pushed his shades up once and reached up and over his back, a dark mist forming from his hand and over his back. The rectangle frame of his sword came into view as he gripped the hilt of Fuuinshin. He'd fix it to his back as the mist dispersed, the half-angel following suit as he chose to disappear from the hut.
Stepping outside he'd glance over to where the commotion was coming from. His white coat flowed gently around his frame as he ran his gloved hand through his blonde hair. He paid no mind to whoever was lurking on the tree since he could feel no malice from her and if she wanted something of him she simply had to approach. Regardless Light would keep his presence weak as not to attract any trouble. It was crucial that he made it to the castle without any problems.
"Something is....wrong."
Light muttered to himself as Fuuinshin pulsated very subtly over his back. He could not quite grasp just what was wrong but he could feel that something just wasn't adding up. Unfortunately he had little time to meditate on that. He would walk ahead and try to avoid the commotion for now...
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:20 am
((I apologize for taking a little bit of Jilly's character beforehand... but it has to deal with my character's reactions.))
Rose sat in awe of what had just occured. First an incredibly tall and fast man slipped by, definitely the unknown scent. And now this being was walking by her, appearing to hardly notice her. But she noticed him. He was the owner of the blood, yet there was not a drop on him. Immediately she assumed tha the had been healed, and, obviously, without her help. That seriously irked her.
Curiousity bit at her, for she had to know what was going on. Standing up, she followed the strange being, unaware of his great stature he seemed to hold. He walked with such a dominating figure, it was almost as if he didn't realize it was so. Power clung to him like a second skin, and Rose was speechless. Just his presence could probably take the air from her lungs, cease her heart, let alone his actual strength he seemed to hold. She silently followed, a good distance behind, as to seem a mere spectator and not an intruder upon his personal well-being. But she wanted to be closer, to talk to him; to see if he was alright, but she couldn't bring herself to. Her strength seemed all but deminished in his presence, and that drove her curiousity even more.
"Hey... wait up!" she managed to call after him, after finally deciding to communicate with someone who probably had a vague idea as to what was really going on around these parts. She had talked to various bartenders and waitresses in local towns, but they had nothing to say about Riverrun, and she was deathly curious.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:59 am
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(( It's simple perception. No worries. ;p ))
"Hm..?"
Seems his inconspicuous intentions were quickly refused by someone. Light only turned his head to peer his eyes over the rim of his shades towards the girl who apparently was lurking outside of the tall medic's hut. His gaze was half concealed as he tried not to look too intently at her. Although the first thing he noticed was her eyes. Her curiosity and her slight intimidation were noted as he pushed his shades up once and fully turned to face her.
"You are...?"
Just what had this girl wanted of him? Did she know him as well?
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:15 am
"Curious," Rose stopped dead. "Have you any idea as to what is going on?" Rose didn't quite want to spill out her identity just yet, as to the fact that this place was still pretty new, and anyone could still be decieved as an enemy. Rose positioned herself so that if she ever needed to, she could attack or defend herself... or run for her life. Whichever it came to.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:29 am
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"You're serious..."
Light wasn't too amused that she had simply wanted to know what was going on. Despite the half-angel not even fully aware of what was going on in Riverrun he didn't really have that at the top of his priorities.
"What makes you think I know more than the locals here..."
Light arched an eyebrow, and tilted his head down, his blue eyes peeking over the rim of his shades once more as he smirked a little from the way Rose was positioning herself. This girl had been lurking around just to ask him this and now she was prepared to fight.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:37 am
She bit her lip. So what if she had made a wrong assumption? Apparently this guy wasn't from around here and didn't have much of an idea, making a perfectly fine person to relax around... if even a little. Rose relaxed her shoulders a bit and stood up straighter, trying to recompose herself. The first impression she gave to him of herself probably wasn't a good one. She needed to rebound from that, and fast.
"My apologies, I thought you were from around here, as you gave me that impression," her eyes darted around warily. She didn't want a crowd watching her slip. Not now. "The name is Rose," she said, matter-of-factly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:51 am
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"Name's Light..."
The half-angel observed Rose for a moment and stood up straight again, crossing his arms as he did. "Seems you're not from around here either, then. You've come to....train? You don't have much experience fighting do you?"
Although Light was busy he had a rather important motive behind inquiring Rose of her fighting abilities.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:58 am
Rose folded her arms and smirked at Light. "You men and your superiority complexes. I'm just... a little off today," she said, attempting to sway him into showing a little sense of humor. After all, she might as well just have slipped and fell on her butt for a first impression. "I'm more of a healer than anything else, to be specific, so I only fight if I have to; a cheerleader, if you will," she smiled. Of course, she was so not wearing a skirt anytime soon, and she was hoping he wasn't planning that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 12:11 pm
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"That was a bit naive to say. Regardless, healing is an commendable skill. It may be much more valuable than knowing how to fight...especially when the Vaste Lorde strike again."
As Rose could tell by now, Light wasn't quite up to joking around at the moment. His comrades were either dead or missing and there was no telling when Riverrun would be attacked again.
"Ah wait...Riverrun was attacked wasn't it...so then why is everything....fixed?"
Light started to ramble on as he darted his head from one side of the street to the other.
Was it magic? Some sort of alchemy? There was little way the city could have been repaired in such short time. Unless...
The half-angel ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled softly to himself. "Maybe I'm still unconscious..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 1:22 pm
 Senther suddenly stopped in his steps, a crowd had gathered, how very strange, he must not have been paying very much attention. Those piercing gold panes gazed in front of him, seeing a group of people seeming scared and worried. Had he done something wrong within the small time of getting within these city walls? It seems that he may have ended up hurting the wrong people and now seen as the assaulter rather then the victim. He slowly turned to see the man who had approached him, acting all mighty, which was then backed up by the crowd. Senther really didn't need this, but it seemed one thing led to another and it ended here. He would allow his gaze to fall upon the man his white locks flowing from the slight breeze that made there way through the streets. He would grip the large weapon upon his back, pulling it this time up and over his head, the anchor twisting over his head weightlessly before finally the weight seemed apparent as it slammed down into the street's pathing, forcing it to indent and crack outward. "Listen mate, I don't want to hurt you." He stated with a tone that seemed to show slight concern, mainly because of the crowd that had accumulated but that didn't bother him soon as his focus was upon the male before him. He noticed the male had slight more height and body build but ones power could not be judged upon outer appearance alone. Which was why Senther also didn't underestimate the male before him. The bracelets beneath his arm warmers and boots seemed to glow brightly almost making the clothing above them illuminate. It was picking up levels of power mainly from the man before him. There wasn't that much that seemed special about Senther, only that he was a dark elf which had few advantages to it. He also knew how to transfer his own energy into that of electricity. The anchor seemed to hum now as the blue twisting markings upon it began to glow as then Senther turned the hoop upon the top of his weapon, suddenly that electrical magnetic pulse shot through the ground, seeking the next closest object to output itself through. This was obviously going to be the Mans sword, the charge of the electro-magnetic pulse was negative. Meaning when it finally shot up the mans weapon, it would force his hands off the weapon with enough force to make his arms swing back. Senther would be simply grinning as he would await for this to happen, considering the pulse would get there almost as soon as he twisted the ring. If the Pulse did reach the mans weapon it would last for a good 30 minutes till he could hold it without worry again.
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