|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:28 pm
*He thought hard and smiled* "I'm good at being squishy like a grape" He laughed. He though harder, "well i guess becuse of that skill... i'm good at hand to hand ccombat.*
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:35 pm
Kiera nodded in approval and slapped her hands together. "Alright!. Now we have something to work with. So you say you're good at hand to hand? That's great. Given your size, that would prove an adcantage against larger fighters. You would be able to move faster and easier. Not to mention have more energy, in theory." Kiera brought her hand up to her chin in thought.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:41 pm
*The boy nodded* "Once in this battle were i fought alongside and met Ms Eve... i used these knives... and..." Surly enough Keira would ahve remembered the sudden vision when she met the kid. Him covered in blood with three knives, and the battle won. He wasn't sure to be proud of it, or did he know where the skill came from. He just had it, never picke don up till then when eve handed one, it was like he instantly knew. Next thing he knows hes a expert at the resteront witha knife and he fought in that battle on his own. He looked to the ground, "I sorta black out... but not fully... it was like i was there but i was just so... diffrent." He looked to his hand, "I'm not sure it counts as a skill though. Since i never learned it..." he replied in thought and confussion.*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:50 pm
Kiera grinned from ear to ear. "Those kind of skills are the best." She turned on her heel and walked back over to the Halla, and began to stroke it's muzzle again. The Halla seemed content, it knew it was safe with Kiera. "Skills like those are the best because they're like an instinct. You don't know you can use it, you just do." She looked to the floor then back to the boy. "And sometimes it could mean that you are more than what meets the eye. But who knows." She yawned and looked to Cyril. "You brought food?" She looked helplessly. Cyril nodded and dangled a basket in front of him. "Freshly baked this morning~" He teased. Kiera puffed out her cheeks and stormed over to him. But as much as she tried to reach for the basket he was just that little bit taller than her, and she sighed in exasperation. "Give it!" Cyril laughed. "Wha' do i geet in return?" He asked with a grin. Kiera smiled before kissing him. This caused him to loosen his grip on the basket and it fell into her hands. She immedietly stole it away and hugged it close, away from him. "Mine~" She smirked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:02 pm
*THe boy laughed, keria was becomeing alot diffrent then he thought previosly. But the nodded, "But if it's instinct then..." He stopped and thought a moment sitting on a log. "Mabe then what i need is to see how good at it i am. Or mabe another way to use it." He knew one thing as he stood up, "i wanna learn somthing new though! This way i can do all sorts of things deppending ont he situation." Besides that he didn't own any knives, nor did the adults let him keep one when he did get one. and suddenly he held the biscket as if out of thin air he had it, "I got it i got it!" He teased Keira ignoring his gut telling him not to tempt doing so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:10 pm
Kiera pulled another face. These were her precious goods. She looked into the basket to find a whole bag full of cookies. She immedietly pulled one out and stuffed it into her mouth. These cookies were courtesy of Amnesia's and Cyril's mother. Whom she had met many, many times before. And surprisingly, everyone in their village loved her, just as Cyril and Amnesia did. Maybe this was because Kiera could be herself here, it was unknown. Kiera looked back to the boy. "How'd you do that?" She questioned with a smile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:16 pm
*THe boy grinned* "Its easy when others arn't paying attention. Cat sorta tought me." He chukkled, "well actully i read all the books about Ms Cat when she left me behind years ago and i sorta wanted to try it, that and i lived off the streets, so i'm sorta use to takeing stuff to servive" He laughed relizing it was perhaps somthing else he could do well.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:21 pm
Kiera turned her nose up as she put another cookie in her mouth. "Hmph. Their kind won't do much for your attitude, i'm afraid." She looked away as she continued to eat the cookies in a slump on the cool, gassy floor. Cyril then came to join her, sitting behind her then picking her up to put on his lap. Only to steal one of her cookies. "Hey!" Cyril just smiled with the cookies on show in his mouth.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:26 pm
*The boy smiled and held out the Biscket for her* "YOu can have it back i was just playing Ms Keira." He replied with a warm smile as if inniocent. He looked up to Amneisa, "I don't know how to get here since we teiported, but i promes i wont tell anyone about this place. And when i promese i Mean it." He pointed tothe village, "Is that where your from, where is it exacly, what si called he asked now starting to let questions flow from his motuh."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:33 pm
Kiera looked to them both expectantly as Amnesia looked down to the boy, unsure. "Hmm. Well. Yeah, me and Cyril are from that village. And we're in England, just so you know. That village down there is called Felixstowe, in the south of England." She looked to the village and smiled.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:35 pm
*The boys eye grew* "ENGLAND! That around the world almost..." He looked to Keira, "wow you can teliport us around the world ALSOME!!!!" He laughed and laid down on the log staring up at the tree tops and beyond to the sky of clouds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:43 pm
Kiera blinked lazily and relaxed in Cyril's lap. "Well. It would be a pointless ability if it didn't do long distance. How would i have got here in the first place? Boat?" She laughed. Manual travel woulf be out of the question, especially with someone as lazy as her. "And unfortunately, it rains a lot here. Expect rain at any spontaneous time." Kiera didn't mind anyway, she loved rain. Which was unusual for someone like her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:50 pm
*The boy laughed, "I just hope i don't mess up and you poof me somwhere and leave me there..." He shivered, "guess i better be carful" He laughed. "Oh yea i heard you were fire like your dad, how is it you like the rain then? Does it like cool you down or somthing," He asked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 2:01 pm
Kiera chuckled. "People always tend to stereotype me to one of my parents. But i'm a mix of them both. And therefore nothing like them at all. My fire that i got from my dad mixed with my mothers thirst for blood, and therefore it made a completely new type of fire that likes to fester on contact. So i'm not proper fire, not really." She looked up to the sky and let Cyril cuddle her. "And besides. Who doesn't like rain?" Amnesia immedietly replied. "ME."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:08 am
*The boy shurgged* "I didn't before. I remember when i was on the streets it was always ruff finding a place to get out of the rain. It fine when it's just a drizzle but... not when it's pooring hard." *Suddenly like before that one other time, Keiras head suddenly seemed to instantly have a vision. This time again it was of the boys past. Question was, why and why only about him...*
((Flashback))
The rain was pooring hard upon the empty night street. Puddles were everywhere, flooding the streets. As the rain would thicken the boy was suddenly thrown out into the street on his back. Four large kids, ovously bullys smerked and turned away. The boy at first just sighed and refussed to get up. But the rain got harder and he stood up slowly looking around with a wounded arm. We walked over to a door, knocked... no one home. He tried another, they turned him down. Soon the boy is seen in a allyway culed up into his knees inside a old rotting cardboard box, he was soked in the water and looked as sad as ever. Then suddenly the owner of the store next to eh allyway took the box away from the kid, yelling him to go some place else...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
