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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:16 pm
As a few rays of light pierced through the few clouds that were lazily moving in the sky, clouds that looked like white pieces of cotton, and light up a small town's corn field, Falkor walked passed the town's gate and a few steps onto the main road. The demon-looking swordsman stopped his walk to look around, scanning every house, every shop, everyone in the street with his eyes, slowly moving his head from left to right, and right to left. Many came to a stop a few feet in front of him and stared at him, only to be stared back and walk away quickly. Whispers between town's folks could be heard between two breezes, mothers pushing their child's back lightly to speed up their pace away from Falkor.
A new town, a new sight, new people though, as ironic as it sounded, it really was nothing new to the adventurer. The dark blue armoured man lightly dropped his head, closed his eyes and longly but silently sighed. Holding his giant sword on his right shoulder, sunrays reflecting on his armour and blade, Falkor lifted his head and opened his eyes, once again revealing his dark green irises, and stepped forward towards an Inn where he could rent a room and spend the night later. Small amount of dust lifting up and flying around the swordsman's boots after each heavy steps, people's eyes, still innocent about the outside world for the most part, were locked onto the newcomer and as long as Falkor didn't look back at them, the curious eyes didn't leave him alone as the pseudo-demon made his way to the Inn. Before opening the place's door, Falkor brought a hand to his eyes and with his thumb and index finger; he rubbed both his eyes at the same time. ''Good thing I won't stay here for long... Don't feel like being stared all the time.'' The human lightly growled to himself and pushed the door of the Inn open before stepping in the place.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:23 pm
Crows. Probably the most dormant animal to inhabit the underworld. About twenty of them were flying around the large hall, swooping down deathly close to the blood-filled river, picking up the tiniest crumbs leftover from the nightly rations. Some even crowded upon the high stone walls where the breeze was quite strong, the high ceiling of the hall being a bit drafty and all. But one crow didn't seem too interested in the crumbs left on the ground from the filthy dwellers of Hel. It's glowing red eyes contrasted greatly with the black ones that every other crow had, and they silently watched all of the preperations and quickened movements, not missing an action that any being made. The goddess of the underworld was just as cunning and swift in the form of a crow, and she used this to her desire. It was pleasing to see her minions, large and small, following her orders and training heartily for the up and coming war.
She left her perch on the high rock wall and took off into the heat of the underworld. She swooped down in between two battling Jotun, her glossy black wings beating with swift, easy movements. Flying towards the gates of Hel, themselves, her red eyes caught sight of a familiar face. She started to fly downwards. 'Oh look who it is, my little Lucien'. She began to circle around him, catching a glimpse of the dirty piece of string he used to pull back his hair. "CAW CAW," she squacked. It was like him not to be training and following her orders. She flew in front of him, hovering for a second. Before touching the ground, and before Lucien could react to a full extent, she was no loner a crow and Hel stood before him. Her black gown gracefully touched the floor, covering up her legs. Her hood was up, giving her a mysterious appearance, while her loose curls lay just above her chest. She raised an eyebrow at him, the edge of her darkened lips curving up into a smirk, while her now gray eyes stared him down. As she walked around him, the delicate armor that formed to her chest and torso shone dimly in the dwindling light.
She walked to his backside, brushing her hand across his shoulder as she did so. Knowing that he would dare not move, she pulled the dirty string out of his hair, throwing on the floor. She untied a ribbon that was on the wrist of her skeleton-like arm and took his hair gracefully in her hands, smoothing out his hair into a perfect ponytail and tying the black ribbon with a bow. Hel leaned into his back softly, and put her lips up to his ear. "Now, go be a dear and train with Scarlet? You two are very good fighters, but I'd like to see some training before we go into battle," she whispered into his ear and then walked to the front of him. Taking his chin in her flesh covered fingers, she brushed her long nails on his skin, "Understand?" she said with a slightly more bitter tone. She released his chin before turning around and walking towards her chambers.
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:08 am
Gudrun spotted the armoured man...it wasn't that hard, really...but couldn't seem to remove her eyes from him. Something about him seemed...unearthly. Maybe it was the seemingly large armour he was wearing. Or it could be the way he was carrying himself. Or the fact that he looked so menacing, yet did not seem to threaten the other people around him.
This guy must be quite interesting....
Concentrating for a second, she teleported to the ground, a light breeze the only sign that she was there. She watched the man as he entered the bar and followed suit, still unnoticable to the human eye.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:15 am
As he stepped in the bar, Falkor felt his hair move slightly due to a small breeze, and felt as if someone or something was staring at him still. The heavy swordsman slowly and lightly turned his head around and, from the corner of his eye, he looked where Gudrun was. He stared at the same spot for a few seconds as he stopped his walk into the Inn, though to him, no one was actually there; he couldn't see the Valkyrie. Falkor perked an eyebrow, looked back in front of him and walked to the Inn keeper to ask for a room.
The bar was being invaded by an awkward silence the second Falkor stepped in the place. The many ignorant eyes were eyeing him, most of them were men being afraid this demon-looking man might actually be one of these demonic beasts, coming to Midgar, to their small town, to accomplish any wicked mission given to him by his possible mistress; other men looked at Falkor, trying to challenge and intimidate the dark blue man, but it didn't work. When Falkor finally made it to the Inn keeper, he put his left gloved hand on the counter, the hand that wasn't holding Shame on his shoulder as well as the hand which didn't look demonic, and leaned forward slightly.
''S-sir... We... We don't have anything you'd possibly want! Please... We don't want any trouble''
''I'm sure you do, my good man. I want a room for the night.''
''O-oh! W-why yes of course! A room, yes, yes we have that! I'm... I'm sorry. It's just with the way you look, I thought yo-''
''Spare me your explanations and give me the damned room. I don't care what you thought, because obviously, you thought the same as all these other people. The towns folks here seem to share one single mind and know nothing of what's outside the town's gate.'' Falkor cut the keeper.
''Sorry...'' Replied the man, lowering his head, taking a key and giving it to the demonic swordsman.
Falkor reached down for a bag that was tightly attached to his belt. He opened it with his left hand and dived in it, taking out a few pieces of gold. He paid the keeper for the room he was going to rent for the night and took the key. Falkor walked to the stairs that led to the second floor, where the rooms where, but once again stopped his walk right in front of them. He turned his head and looked to the side: a waitress, slightly different than the others, was biting her lower lips as she looked at him, possibly intrigued by who he was and what was under the armour; she wasn't what made Falkor's head turn around though she thought so. Falkor looked to the woman's right, where the door of the bar was still opened. He looked towards Gudrun for a few seconds, still unable to see her, but certain something or someone was there. The adventurer shook his head, thinking he only needed to sleep and he was only imagining things, walked up the stairs, making them creak under each heavy steps, and finally made it to his room where he used the key to open the door, walked in and closed the door behind him.
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Romeo for Tay Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:38 am
The fluttering of wings sounded above Lucien, but he paid no attention to it. Crows were always around the Underworld, and these days, for him, it was a common thing to see. He started to whistle a small, high-pitched, annoying tune to himself that was completely random when the bird cawed it's head off to him and even landed before him. Well, that was odd. He stared at it curiously, but when Hel, their mighty Deity, appeared before him, the only thing that came ot his mind was: 'Uh oh.' he gulped, knowing he wasn't training, but really, he was going to get around to it! And although her features were darkened by the hood, Lucien knew too dearly... He stood perfectly still as she tore the string out of his long and annoying hair, which gave him a major pain of disappointment. But, as wonderful as she was, she tied it back up, almost perfectly, and Lucien was very grateful.
His eyes danced curiously across her face as she explained her slight orders, and after she let go of his chin Lucien could only murmur a quiet 'alright.' Scarlett... now, where had he heard that name? Well, she was a fellow demon recruit, so he must've seen her around. Parting ways with the Deity, Lucien began down the road at a quick strode, wanting to find Scarlett and begin training as soon as possible. Warm-ups before the battles were always great, and Scarlett was a wonderful fighter! Yes, he remembered her now. The cracked, old and dark walkway finally came into a desolate, dark dirt ridden place, where giants and many other creatures made themselves useful by training and battling one another. They were fierce creatures that made Lucien clumsily have to step out of the way as he eyed everyone, wanting to find Scarlett. He wasn't about to back down on any orders.
Then, there she was, sitting on a rock as she admired something in or on her hand. It was a bit high up, but Lucien made the climb up easily and quickly. Before even speaking to the woman he gave the battle grounds one last glance, as he saw so many of the warriors serving under Hel in her underworld fighting. It was a magnificent thing, and gave Lucien a feeling of angst in his heart as he longed to truly battle in the real events. But, pushing that aside, he finished his way up to Scarlett, clearing his throat as he did. He couldn't remember if he had ever really spoken to her, but there was always first-timers. "You are.. Scarlett, correct? Why, our wonderful Deity has caught me off-guard in my wanderings, and since the both of us are such wonderful fighters," He paused a moment, a wide and almost cocky grin on his face, "We are to begin preparing for battle by training with another! I believe it an honor these days."
He moved a bit closer, a grin falling across slightly pointed teeth, "So, do you accept a small challenge, then, miss Scarlett?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:30 pm
As Scarlet sat on the rock high above the river of Blood, high above the stench of death, she kept her eyes closed and listened to the sounds of the dead. Normally all she'd be able to hear were screams from those being tortured, shameless crying from those who refused to accept their afterlife, the crows picking off peices of flesh; these were the familiar sounds of Hel. Now however, those sounds were rare to hear. Screams might come from those who were wounded in training, but the scream never held the same amount of pain to it.
Scarlet sighed, she missed those days, those sounds, and yet, as the new sound of metal on metal, the new smell of sweat over that of death, made her heart beat faster. It signaled the arrival of the coming war with the gods, with the mortals who would get in the way, and it signaled the arrival of more death and destruction then anyone could ever imagine. Thoughts of angels falling from the skies, their blood spattered wings, ruining the pure white colour; thoughts of Gods falling, as they deserve to, and finally of Hel, rising to her rightful place.
These thoughts caused Scarlet's blood red lips to lips into a devilish grin, and she knew that if she did more than required, and managed to live, that Hel would reward her, in some way. What she wasn't sure and before she had time to think on it, she heard a noise of someone coming closer. When they were close enough Scarlet opened her eye and glanced over; it was Lucien. She closed her eye again, he hadn't seen her, he was too busy looking below, and even when he coughed she made no motion of turning to him.
Listening though to his speach, she couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his mention of 'our wonderful Deity' and even at the word 'honor'. When he finally finished Scarlet waited a moment, thinking in her mind what to do. If Hel had instructed him to train with her, she couldn't get out of it, not that she minded showing him a thing or two, or having a worthy opponent for once, it was . . . his manner. His was cocky, arrogant, and a suck-up.
Finally she parted her lips and spoke, her voice as cold and smooth as ice, "Well if our 'wonderful Diety' " she started, mocking him, "commands it, then I suppose I have no choice in the matter. As for a challenge," at this she opened her eyes, locked them with his, and rose to her feet without breaking the contact, "if you think you can keep up, I'd be willing to show you a thing or two" she finished.
A grin spread on her lips and she stared at him for a few seconds before falling off the ledge. She looked up, and in mid fall, she opened her wings and soared back into the air, lifting herself to the height she had started from, though she was now a good ten feet away. She pulled out her sai's, one in each hand, and looked at Lucien, her black hair had fallen partly over her red eyes, yet they were still clear, as were her lips; she was still grinning.
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Romeo for Tay Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 3:22 pm
"It wasn't to be taken to any offense to Hel, of course." Lucien murmured under his breath as Scarlett mocked his words with a teasing grin. He looked as if to pout, but had no feelings for the matter, it being completely forgotten when she took up the oppurinuty of battle. He could've been bouncing on his toes, of course; but then she dropped from the rock, spread out her wings which he had entirely forgotten about, and was now hovering in the air. Now, how was he supposed to keep up in the air? It wasn't fair. But life wasn't fair, and the battlegrounds was going to treat Hel's Force's no differently. Regaining the angst in his heart, he tilted his head to the side, looking at Scarlett curiously. "And yes, it is an honor to fight such an airborne warrior, Scarlett. We all seek the best of challenges these days, wouldn't you think?"
Now, demons always had their capabilities; look at Scarlett, with her wings. Many others had similar attributes, like some with even dragonic, devilish wings, or horns curling around their heads. Maybe even a tail, for great agility and balance? It all depened, on well, something that Lucien couldn't comprehend. His, in fact, was just a brute of a mind. Not much, a bit of runt you could say, but he didn't abuse it. And in the next moment, grinning as he did, Lucien back up a few feet, then sprinted forward, making a one-stand jump to try and hit Scarlett out of the air after quickly pulling the spear off of his back. He only had one chance, and the fall from the cliff would hurt, but the outcome was never to think about, only to act. At least, that's what Lucien thought.
Lucien attempted to strike Scarlett down by knocking the edge of her wing, but who knows; Scarlett, having the wings, could probably manuever easilly. Shewas a hard warrior through his eyes, and probably much more skilled, and a little n**, even a bump, to one of her wings wasn't going to kill her by bringing her to the ground. Maybe Lucien should start thinking first, to make things easier. But it was already done, and he would have to expect the unexpected from Scarlett, if it was true.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:12 pm
Gudrun watched the man walk away and was ready to follow him into the inn when she noticed his eyes were trained on the spot she was standing in. She dared not move, in case he had managed to spot her somehow, even being invisible to the human eye. A heavy sigh escaped her lips when he turned and conversed with the inkeeper, seemingly in a not very happy manner. When the armoured man turned and looked at her again, it greatly unnerved her, made her more paranoid than she had ever been before. She would have to have a talk with this man.
Cracking her knuckles, the wings on her sandals flitted, making a slight humming sound as she rose into the air up to the second story. She peeked into all the windows until she found the right one and peeked inside, taking care to place herself as flat to the wall as possible.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:30 pm
"Feast your eyes upon it my boys," Styrbjörn, slammed his empty cup down to the table, "It looks like I drank her empty! I think I need another pitcher!" Everyone laughed as he took another mug full of the intoxicating beer. A smile grew on his face as he looked within its heavenly brown hues, with another swig to his mouth, he was ready to go on with his story, of course, boasting as loud as he could to all of the others.
"I remember a day when was 8 years old," he took a rather large bite out of turkey drum, and continued to talk while the mouth attempted to escape from its torturous demise, "we went on a journey and found this little city that said they could hold up against us, well that made us smile as we tested them to it. I drew my dad's battle axe, and whacked at least half a dozen of them down on the ground at that first little battle. Ah such a glorious da-"
A man butted in, "I thought you said when you fought in a war when you were 7, you had so many injuries that you couldn't get out of bed for two years!"
Styrbjörn eyes lit up, "Are you calling a liar!" His legs were already up on the table all he needed was a good momentum and with that he swung himself to stand up on it. With a mighty half eaten turkey leg he pointed it at the man who accused him of lying and yelled in a bellowing voice, "I am no liar," he swung his turkey leg to make an explanation and piece of the meat flung to the table barely missing the man.
Although every one here was anxious to get into a battle, no one here was going to mess with a man who had a turkey leg for a weapon, especially if it was Styrbjörn. "No.." the man hesitated with the previous thought well in his mind, but had to ask anyways, "I was just wondering how you could be at both places at once."
It seemed like Styrbjörn had a story for everything, and as he still stood on the table eating eating his turkey leg, and smiling between every bite he finally spoke to the man in a low hush voice, "I was going to get to that if you let me explain it. You see, I only slain half a dozen men that day because I was was still suffering from the injuries. I should of been in bed, but the sound of battle was by far just too tempting, I am sure you all have done the same, haven't you?"
Everyone, being like him, a brave and courageous lad who wanted to be braver than the next shouted back in reply to him that they indeed had too. Immediately stories broke out everywhere as they started to talk about their trials as well. Styrbjörn simply smiled, and got off the table, so he could reach the pitcher of ale much easier. Still his feet plopped back up on the table as he returned to his position of drinking and eating while talking.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:48 pm
Scarlet listened to his words from his place on the ledge, but she wasn't paying all that much attention, when she fought she no longer listened to what her opponents said, it was all in one ear, out the other. Of course, there were certain key words that she would stop and listen to if she heard, like in training, the word 'stop', 'that's enough', and of course, she was trained to always listen to Hel's voice. Lucien's however, was not one she needed to pay any attention to, though she listened anyway.
With a smug voice she replied curtly, "We do what Hel commands, nothing more." She was not about to get into the conversation and was pleased that it wasn't about to continue as she saw Lucien back up a few feet. Her grin enhanced, she knew what he was going to do, and wondered why, but only for a moment, it really didn't matter why, what mattered was that it was happening.
Her eyes watched his movements carefully and as his feet left the cliff and there was no turning back for him, she sumersalted backwards and glided to the side, still watching him, his weapon was ranged to an extent, and she was well aware of that. She also hadn't moved over a great deal, and upon gliding she had uncoiled her tail from her waist, he thoughts were to catch the fool as he fell.
She had trained others before, and apparently this one would be no different. They all seemed like brainless zombies to her, not thinking, not acting properly, and how they planned to win the war with that mentality was beyond her. Though, Scarlet had heard of Lucien's skills and knew that he wouldn't be completely hopeless, or at least she hoped that he wouldn't be.
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Romeo for Tay Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:19 pm
A sudden thought of distress shot through Lucien's mind Scarlett dodged his attack. He couldn't think for a moment, only knew the air screaming in his ears as the ground grew closer and closer. He made an odd little noise, because he only knew what he could do; and that was to face his mistake. Which he did, hard and unfulfilling. Maybe it was to Scarlett, but the days of back pain following wouldn't be. He landed against the ground like a bullet on his side, skidding forward as his spear flew across the area, dust piling into the air everywhere. He coughed and spit the dirt out, quickly and cursing as he jumped to his feet and ran over to get his spear. Because pain was only a message.
The curious demon covered his eyes with one end, trying to spot Scarlett as the dust cleared from the area. He was no longer straight below her, so he couldn't tell his bearings, until it finally cleared enough to where he saw the other demon, a shadow against the moonlit darkness. He threw his head back, noticing his hair had come undone, and was in his face and flowing and whipping around his body. Grinning, he walked forward slowly, holding out his arms, a sign that he was only waiting for Scarlett to come down. And spitting continously, with the still clearing dirt.
Around them, spectors who had finished their training gave curious glances, but like they did many others, it made no difference. Grunts could be heard coming in and out of Lucien's brain as he heard the other forces of Hel battling their outs, it feeding his hunger for a good fight. They scream and cried aloud, they yelled their victories and graces to the deity Hel. Adrenaline was finally starting through Lucien, which is what cleared his mind of all thoughts.
Because right now, there was only Scarlett. "Come and get me, already." He murmured in a slightly hoarse voice, eyes glaring brightly with excitement.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 11:57 am
Scarlet watched Lucien fall, and, instead of swooping to save him, she let watched him fall, watched him hit the ground, and shook her head as his weapon went flying out of his hands. Hopefully the pain would remind him to think next time.
She was shocked though to find how fast he moved to get his weapon after impact, that was a refreshing change. Many of her past opponents had whimpered and not moved until it was too late, this changed Scarlet's mentality towards her opponent, he did apparently know what he was doing. The early mistake was not to discredit him, though, that did not deflate Scarlet's confidence nor her ego.
The dust cleared enough for Scarlet to notice that he had spotted her, not that she had moved at all, but, any advantage that she might have gotten from the dust was now over. She mulled in her head what to do, the only benefit to not being on the battlefield and to be training was that she could think of multiple options rather than to just fight and try to survive.
This sense of training was only confirmed as the sounds of fighting grew ever more silent as more and more demons stopped to watch. Not that Scarlet minded, it was common place these days to watch others train, you learned from them, and watching the other fall was always a pleasant sight. Scarlet's thoughts didn't linger here however, instead they fluttered back to what she was gong to do about the current situation.
She could make the battle more even by fighting on the ground, or she could attempt to take him from the air. Then another thought occurred to her, she'd take full advantage of her wings, along with fighting on the ground.
She lifted herself a few feet in the air before swooping down to meet Lucien, halting mid-air when she reached the dust, and then, using her wings she beat the dust towards Lucien, hoping to block his view more, while clearing her own. She wrapped her tail back around her waist, and descended lightly while her wings beat the dust forwards.
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Romeo for Tay Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 12:33 pm
Lucien was growing impatient with Scarlett, as she obviously pondered on her plans for the battle. He put his arms down, only to realize their was a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Which must've been from the fall. He pushed it aside, gritting his teeth slightly, until he grinned and saw Scarlett raising into the air. But a moment later she was diving, Lucien was getting ready to strike, but was completely overtaken by the demon beginning to blow all the dust. It got in his eyes, mouth, and whipped his hair all about. Angrilly and filfthy, he put his arms to shield his face, and although it helped it still didn't do much to keep the dust out of his mouth.
Spitting a few times, while still trying to keep an eye on Scarlett, the last of the dust was finally fading away as Scarlett ever-so-slowly lowered tio the ground. He acted as if he was still sufering from the dust, spluttering the dust, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't be sure if Scarlett would eer fall for such a thing, but he had to try. Then he grinned, gripping his spear tightly, running forward and leaping out to Scarlett the wooden end of his spear. Instead of going straight forward, he was sure to go high enough to he could hit down on her left wing, eager to bring her down to the ground where his advantages were and he could take pride as winner in the end!
The dust covered a lot of the other battle fields from Scarlett's strong winds, and alot of the other forces began their sputtering and growling at one another. Some thought it was their partners, others only knew it was Scarlett, a lot of them watched and laughed at Lucien, but others could just ignore it. Terrain could be an important thing in battle, and if a little dust was going to stop them, how would they know where the enemy could be and kill them in an instant? Why, those others welcomed to dust, and Lucien would've just been disgusted if he wasn't busy. Too bad, though; being laughed at was already bad enough, as their gazes followed to Scarlett, only waiting to see what would happen. Her ariborne tactics were quite amusing as Lucien tried again and again to bring her down.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:30 pm
Falkor closed the door behind himself as he entered his room. He lightly pushed the old, wooden creaking door so it wouldn't slam and possibly wake up anyone would enjoys a nice nap during the day. As the door closed, Falkor let his head drop forward slightly, a silent sigh escaping his lips under his mask. The swordsman turned around and walked to his bed, each step making a metallic sound; heavy armours made heavy sounds, and Falkor's armour wasn't any exception to the rule. The human put his giant sword down on the bed, resting it there while wondering what he could do to kill some time; of course he could always try to look for a fight, but in a small, quiet and mostly country-style town? Not a lot of warriors, and not such a good idea. The man in dark blue armour walked to the single window of his room and opened it, obviously not knowing a Valkyrie was actually right beside the window. He didn't push the two small glass doors with full force though; they made a nice more or less ninety degree angle with the Inn's outer wall, so not smacking Gudrun in the face.
Falkor leaned forward, putting his two hands down on the window's edge and looking away; a forest could be seen from his room, outside the town though not even five minutes of walk from it. Maybe he should go take a walk in the see of trees, though he might end up getting lost in his thoughts and not make it back before the sun goes down. Forests and woods, nature basically, had always been Falkor's favourite places to be. His eyes went from the green space to his dirty, brown demon looking arm. His right arm's armour part clearly showed the sign of battle, rough times and struggles. It was dirtied by blood and dirt and it reminded Falkor he hadn't had a bath in a few days; last time he washed himself, he had to bathe in a river at night, river that surrounded a merchants' town, where he had been stalked by two young ladies whom were too curious for their own good that night. The former knight stood up straight again and turned around on his heels, walking towards the bed where Shame rested. Slowly, he took off every pieces of his armour; helmet, arm parts, chest plate, leg parts, gloves, boots and full-body chainmail. Taking off his armour revealed Falkor's body. It was marked by many scars, each of them being the mark of a battle with a fierce opponent. Falkor's body was rather muscular; not giant-like muscular, but it showed it definitively trained and was strong for a human. Mid-long black ebony hair fell on his dark green eyes as he passed a hand through his hair and looked toward the bathroom. He was not completely naked yet, only wearing light silk shorts. The man walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him in case a maid came in without knowing he was there. He stripped down to nothing, took the water buckets placed beside the ivory bath and dumped the water in the bath. He then stepped in the water and washed himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:03 pm
A smile spread across Gudrun's face when the man she had been following opened the windows; it would make it easier for her to observe him more. She ignored the fact that he seemed to notice her earlier, her curiousity playing a more important role than ensuring she wasn't completely discovered.
Tilting her head, she managed to catch the view of the man taking off his armour. With each piece that rested on the floor or the bed, her heart raced a little bit quicker than the previous moment. This spectacular piece of human was not what she was expecting under all of that heavy metal. Out of habit, she gripped her earlobe between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it slowly. Her eyes travelled from his dark hair to the green of his eyes, drinking in the vision of him.
Her grin got even wider when he got up and left to go to the bathroom, possibly to have a bath; she could see a bit of shiny grease in his hair...as well as smell him a bit.
Could my day get any better?
Gudrun floated into the room and inspected his armour without touching it, looking at all the grooves and gashes of battle. After only a few minutes, her eyes drifted to the bathroom door, at which the object of her eye was behind. Dare she teleport in there, he would probably feel the slight breeze which would seemingly eminate from nowhere. Instead, she would wait here in the bedroom for him to come out, and so took a place in the far corner of the room, opposite the window.
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