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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 6:52 am
Hynuwa walked into the bedroom/living room from the kitchen with a small circular dish in the palm of her hand. "Mr. Jrint, you shouldn't be sitting up," she told him, hopefully snapping him out of his trance of the sword. She had noticed him staring at it. Many men do stare at that sword as Baylu passes by... Setting the medicine she held down on the nightstand, she began to carefully unwrap Atreyu's wounds. To her surprise, they were nearly healed. Areyu, having an Earthian focus of chi, would have healed faster than other, but Hynuwa did not believe him to heal this fast. Rolling up the sleeve of her gold and maroon robe, the sounds of ornaments jingling was the only sound in the room.
Taking up the small dish in her hand, she began to rub the medicine on his hands. It was a cooling mixture that felt good on the skin, plus it was the best for burns. As she caressed his skin with the gooey medicine, she couldn't help but feel a little excitement in her stomach. "You've done very well," she told him, grabbing a towel near by and wiping of her fingers. Standing up from the bed, she let her sleeve fall back down to her finger tips as she walked back into the kitchen. A small blush flushed her cheeks as she stood in the kitchen to clean up her alchemy mess.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 7:44 am
BayLu_Eras Oh, how much did Baylu want to shov one of the liquor bottles up all their asses. At first, when she met these guys they seemed pretty cool, but now all they did was try to butt into her life. She ignored Vaakine, because if she were to reply to him, she may scare away the customers. "Why...would you of all people be given orders to speak with my emperor. And I'm pretty sure you weren't in Latha, because it takes over a month to travel one way, plus only Lathians can pass through the barrier into that realm unless you contacted our high priest to let you pass which I highly doubt,"she told Kai, trying to keep her voice down. However, her tone was not friendly, but very stern with her words.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:49 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 11:32 am
Baylu smiles and says to the girl who just enetered, "Love the entrance statement."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:45 pm
Stepping into the bar with a heaved sigh, the mercenary Omi Barsait had arrived at this odd bar. It had not been long ago that he'd had his match against the contestant Ki'oshi, and his body was still reflecting the match - sore and painful in several places. However, he was starting to feel a little limber - more importantly, hungry - and after having spotted this establishment, decided to take a stroll on in.
When posed the question of smoking or non', he replied simply, "Non-smoking, thank you. Aaaaand.." Being seated at a cherry wood table which looked rather nice in conditioning, Omi pondered over the menu for but a few quick moments, before responding, "Glass of cold water and some beef stew'd be quite fine, thank you mam'." The waitress took the menu, and walked away - leaving he to lean back in his seat, yawning loudly.
The excitement of the first match.. the thrill of the victory, the constant counter assaults of he and his opponent - the addreniline was starting to give way to merry exhaustion. And, after slipping both his chain mesh covered arms behind his head - clothing remended from the earlier mess it had been, the mercenary waited for his meal patiently.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 12:36 pm
While in the kitchen, Hynuwa recieved an order. Smiling, she began to re-brew a beef stew. It was one of her favorite things to make and also eat. Taking a small serving spoon, she dipped it into the pot of carrots, potatoes, beef and peas to take a small sip. With a content smile on her face, she laid the serving spoon on the counter, pouring a rather large portion into a bowl. After setting the bowl on a plate with a spoon and crackers, Hynuwa exited out of the kitchen, rounding her way about the tables to find a single man sitting with his arms behind his head.
"You look rather comfy," she told him, setting his bowl of stew on the table in front of him, "and exhausted. You've fought in the arena, yes?" she asked politely as the waitress came to set his cold glass of water in front of him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 3:11 pm
It wasn't just the recent arena match that had Omi weary. Before and immedietely afterwards, not even a few moments after the mercenary felt his condition to be proper yet again, he had gone to the local gym - and began his training yet again. Working his body to a point of sheer exhaustion, before forcing himself at it once again.
A warm meal was definetely a welcomed relief to this, as his amber brown eyes came upon the bowl of stew set in front of him. Blinking just once, his eyes fell upon the person whom brought it to him - and he replied in a friendly tone, "Sort of. Heh, thank you very much. And yes, just had a match the other day."
Taking the cold glass of water first, Omi immedietely rose it to his lips with his right hand, taking a long sip before sighing contently. Then, setting it back down, the same hand took a spoon - left hand raising the bowl, and the mercenary began to eat contently. After several quick paced bites, he turned a question to her with the same tone of voice, looking to have relaxed considerably. "How about yourself, if you don't mind me asking? Do you just work at this establishment, or are you a spectator or contestant as well? Ah, sorry." Forgetting he hadn't even introduced himself, Omi gave a sheepish laugh. "The name's Omi. Your own?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 8:26 am
"Hynuwa," she answered with a smile that would melt any cold man's heart. "From the land of Latha," she told him with a small bow. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Omi," Hynuwa voiced in a melody of words. "I'm a healer. I've come with Madam Captain Eras," she told him directing her eyesight over to the young lady working behind the bar. "She is a contestant. I am here to make sure she does not die in this tournament," Hynuwa explained, answering his second question. "I am not one for battling," she said with a small uneasy laugh at the end of her sentence.
It had made her feel quite uncomfortable working in such a place. Although, by orders of her majesty, it was Hynuwa's duty as a priestess and loyal citizen to obey the empire. In all her years in the temple, the girl had never expected to be stuck in a place like this. With an unexplainable saddness in her eyes, Hynuwa bowed to Mr. Omi. "Please, excuse me," the robed girl said in an apologetic voice as she turned to leave.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 9:08 am
"Hynuwa. A very nice name." Smiling warmly, Omi heard her explanation of why she twas here, and truthfully, he understood. The infirmary here was all well and good, but only so much could be done with it.. now that he thought of it, the mercenary wondered if his friend, Shilon, would be performing healing services, now that his.. 'identity' had been revealed, so to speak.
However, as she gazed at him with such a level of sadness in her eyes, turning to leave - Omi nodded with yet another kind smile, though a little disappointed she was leaving so soon - and added, "It was nice meeting you - see you around, Hynuwa." With that, the mercenary directed his gaze back onto the beef stew ahead of him, with-holding a soft sigh.
"There are truthfully some very kind people here.. not to mention some old friends here and there. I suppose one could get used to being in a place like this-" Immedietely, his thoughts were jarred to the situation earlier which involved the one known as "Cziri", and his amber brown eyes, which but moments ago held a merry hue, seemed to fester in light rage. ".. What am I doing? I can't screw around and relax, there's far too much malignant here at work.." Grasping the bowl edge, Omi began to down his beef stew in a hurry - loving the taste, but more concerned with finishing it as soon as can be to leave here.
"Vincent, guide my hand."
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 4:40 am
He's going to die...
That was the only thought coming through a certain red-head's mind as she watched with a jutted hip at the tv screen up above. It exhibited a blonde, somewhat sleepy looking knight being outnumbered by one person. Boom gave a sigh shaking her head as she let her eyes drop from the screen down to the drink before her.
Her green army helmet sat beside her, hair in her usual pig-tails, and her clothing that of her first arrival at the tournament. The faux trimmed shrug she wore barely staying on her shoulders as she brought her head back and drained the glass. Slamming it on the table with along with a smack of the lips she poured herself another shot.
She left the drink to sit for a moment glancing up at the screen, smoothing out her mini-skirt and shaking her head, "Why the hell did he enter this competition?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:16 am
Tilting her head full of wrangly white hair to catch a glimpse of the TV screen Baylu asked, "Friend of yours?" Turning around to lean against her side of the bar top, Baylu smiled whimsically at the gal sitting with the empty glass. Her tattered eatherly toned wardrobe dangled daintily from her arms. It had gotten even more ragged from her match with Rovell Survo. "Care for another?" she asked already holding the bottle in her hand.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:22 am
{{Atreyu exits through back door}}
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 5:05 pm
Boom nodded her head and gave a sigh, "Yep... But mainly my fault... I fronted him the money." She swirled the drink in her glass for a moment before downing it again this time more lady like before placing it on the bar.
"Yeah... More I drink less I see... Less I worry about the money I'm losing with him..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 5:24 pm
"Tshh," Baylu said, making a burning noise with her teeth while pouring the liquor into the empty glass. "The match isn't over yet right?" she said trying to give the woman a little hope and optimism as she put the bottle away.
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