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 Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:11 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇Daisuke Kotusen  The sun rose over the golden sands of the Eastern lands. The metal walls and towers of the elegant city glinted brilliantly in the golden land. The air was hot, almost chokingly so. The soft, occasional breezes did not lend any relief from the heat, speckled with the scalding grains of sand.
A dark, single figure upon the horizon was slowly coming closer to Aden. The man stepped softly through the sands in black tabi. His pants were black as well, slightly tighter on his form than most. Their length covered the high rise of the tabi, stopping at his ankle. Two large gray belts were on his person, though it was obvious their purpose wasn't to hold up his pants. They were loose-fitting, sagging down to his upper thighs, one crossing over the other, as if an 'X' across his legs. If one had a keen eye, they would see the silver glints in the sun's light from inside the leather. Stuck in place, stabbed in, were numbers of throwing needles, varying in length and in size.
The man also worse a tight fitting black shirt, which was sleeveless. Extending from the shirt was an elongated collar, which stretched up over his neck and throat, and formed the mask that concealed most of his face. In a light tan color, an 'X' formed across where his cheeks and lips were. His arms were not bare however. He had black gloves that extended slightly above his elbow, tightly hugging his fingers and arms. Over his was a simple brown coat, it's collar high, reaching his upper neck. The thin sleeves covered his arms, and it flowed as if a cloak down to his knees. On his back, in an 'x' formation, lay two black Wakizashi. Their wooden sheaths did not seem to be aged, still finished brilliantly.
His exposed skin was pale, despite where he'd been born and raised: In a sun-razed desert. Much of his forehead was taken up with his messy hair. It was a dark brown, nearing a black hue. Some strands, however, were a light, brilliant golden blond. His eyes were lacking in color, nearing the hue of a blind eye--white. However, they were a very dull, dim green hue, as if iced over by something. Perhaps it was by death itself, from how many times his head had come back from ceasing beating, how many times his muscles had reattached themselves. Perhaps it was the time his soul shattered.
As he reached the city, the people in the streets and stores would quickly notice there was something.. off, with Daisuke. He was dancing to music as he walked. His hands were curled inward, his pointer fingers extended to the sky, twitching around to whatever he was hearing. His steps went left and right and forward in a hectic dance. He seemed to be humming along at certain parts, an odd tune in and of itself.
However, he seemed to know where he was going. He made his way through the sand-ridden streets, toward a certain inn. Suddenly, the door slammed open loudly, and the man waltzed in, a cheery air about him, as the dance abruptly ended. He peered around swiftly, his hair in a whirlwind about his head as he did so. His iced-over eyes, more white than green, fell on a few unfamiliar faces, as he tossed the jacket off onto the back of his claimed seat, revealing the two Wakizashi. He sat down at the bar, relatively near them.
Silence died whenever the man showed up. After a moment, he ordered a drink, rum. But then, he began to speak, seemingly to himself. 'Hey, did you see her? That Brunette by the table! She was cute!' "Oh yeah, I saw 'er, Rinz-ee!" 'I told you I hate that name.' "all the more reason to use it, isn't it? Point being, we both saw her. That means your taste in women doesn't suck for this round!"
Another voice came to him, a female's. 'You know she can hear you right now, numbnuts?' "Hey, Ritz! I can damn well feel those! And, as long as I don't mention who I'm talking about, I should be PEACHY! Unlike you, Ms. I-have-a-stick-in-my-arse.." 'Means I didn't kick them hard enough when I had the ability to...'
"Yeah, well screw you too." He pressed his feet against the table edge, leaning back in the chair leaning his head back, to look at the ceiling. The curved sword across his back hung off the chair's back as did his gloved arms. Lightly, he murmured to himself, "Yeah, I wish you still could do that, too.."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:32 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael looked behind Hoata for a few more moments, then realized that he saw a vaguely familiar face... A violet-haired, shady individual who he couldn't exactly put a finger on... He didn't remember who he was, so it probably wasn't important. However, there was another person who walked in... Someone who was so strangely clad that he couldn't help but bring attention to himself, and then started making comments and prancing about like a ninny. He seemed to be talking to no one, but there was something familiar about him... He couldn't place a finger on it, since it was more of a set of descriptions he heard on the underworld grapevine and no real physical identification really struck him. But a crazy guy scampering about armed was enough cause for concern. He took a final sip of the wine and placed both his hands on the top of the table, waiting for one of the shady characters to do something particularly stupid...
He kept his eyes shifting between the purple-haired character and the raving madman... Waiting to recognize one of them and for them to take a particularly rash and foolish action. His hands were flexing and drumming along the table. His dull eyes lost all their luster and gained every bit of the menacing apathy that's characteristic of Selael Shalehem, Guardian of the Royal Secrets...
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:34 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
Moments prior the arrival of yet two strange characters (one having purple hair and the other a mask-hidden man), Antares finished his food with relative ease; he hadn't realized that he'd be so hungry if not in front of the food itself.
Coming back to what Hoata said earlier, he turned to her and then smiled. "My, my, my, you tend to compete with such a talented performer like me? To add to that, you intend of drawing much crowd than a puppeteer's? Wow... This is going to be interesting." He said and then smiled at her. "Well, the stories are entirely fictional. However, some of the stories that I have came from this strange lad I met somewhere in the West. He was kind and open; he was a storyteller although he was enclosed on the confines of books and writings. He had this strange book that created writings itself by the wave of his quill. It was wondrous magic." He continued on.
When Hoata began another conversation with Selael, Antares moved silently to the back of the room mouthing "excuse me" to the two. In the other side of the room, a leveled platform used by small-time performers was there, completely unused. The puppeteer moved to the platform and then pulled out a scroll from his bag. He spread it out and then, with a short burst of smoke, a some kind of stringed instrument formed on his lap. It was by that time when the two men entered the inn for food and whatnot. He turned to Hoata and Selael after scanning them and then smiled. "Allow me to perform you small pieces that I made..." He said and then began plucking the strings one by one.
The sounds began to reverberate around the room, albeit in a soft and relaxing melody. The melody was light-hearted, clean and smooth. If one would hear it, they would find thoughts of the "sea" and "beaches". After a short intro, Antares stopped and then began the lyrics.
"The sun shone down,
You looked and smiled,
Ever so revived,
By the coolness of the sea,
The wonders of the wind,
The love of the earth,
Forever to remain to thee..."
"The breeze passed by,
I looked and saw you try,
Loved by the light,
Passing through flight,
Shattered memories,
Remade through remaining pieces..."
And then, Antares continued on the composition without any lyrics anymore. The song was undeniably short and that it lacked any deepness of thought; however, it was simple and unassuming. It was created for a friend that was once close to Antares. It was created for his friend's burial. But contrasting to the "ending" motif, the would-be singer composed a more "lighter" form of song. Many questioned him, even to the point of being offended by them; nonetheless, he told them that death was "another great adventure and he needed a song to entertain him all the way." His friend was a jovial person.
Antares smiled.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:41 am
Tell them all to never fear
Tell them what they want to hear
Tell them all the blissfull lies
Watch them leave with hopeful eyes...
 Eric Halen
Your Fortune awaits
--------------------------- The turning of the pyromancer's head instantly drew irritation from Eric. "Damn." He cursed quietly. He didn't want to be noticed, and the fact that the other man kept looking at him showed that either Eric was interesting, or he was familiar. Either option seemed bad in Eric's eyes. Eric shook his head. He shouldn't have to worry, seeing as the fortune teller was on the good side of the law. The worst sin he'd committed was lying, and that was it. Eric sighed. What a dilemma. He really wanted to eat, but he was contemplating leaving the inn, and finding another place to have lunch. Of course, that's when something happened, causing him to stay.
After thinking about what seeing the pyromancer could entail, Eric took notice of a small performance that had been occuring when Eric had entered. It was a cute little song. Somehow, though, Eric could feel as though the tone of the song did not fit what was intended for it. He could just tell. There was something about the song tha just screamed it. This intrigued him, and suddenly, Eric took interest in the performer. It was odd, how Eric always took interest in people, and he was starting to think that interesting people meant trouble. Eric shook his head again, and decide to take a seat at a small table for two near the table where the Pyromancer sat. It was the only unclaimed area left, so he had to sit there if he wanted to eat. How unfortunate. ...Let them waste their wealth on you
though you say what isn't true
Go and live to your delight
The fortune teller strikes tonight
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:13 pm
To live like you is such a dream
Your silver voice and golden gleam
Remaining unscratched by the sand
All shall wish to hold your hand...
 Fiore Halen
The shining star of Aden
--------------------------- The ground shifted under foot while a purple haired man walked the streets of Aden. His gold earings and ring were modest signs of his position in the city. Fiore, the eldest child of the noble Halen family strolled past the stands along the sides of the desert streets, smiling in a proud, almost intimidating manner. Behind him, two tan women with long dark braided hair followed loyally. As he walked, he could hear small women call out his name. "Fiore! Fiore!" Poor Fiore was obviously being shown far too much love. Perfomers stopped their acts, either because they respected the noble man, or because their audiance was too captivated by Fiore's presence. Some women began to run up to him, only to be brutally pushed away by Fiore's brunette followers. "How dare you even speak his name!" They told the poor girls. "Be nice, you two. We musn't be rude to the great people of this city, even if they are only poor deadbeats that will never have a future." The two girls gave a "hmph", and continued to follow. "We must atleast give everyone a chance to get near me. It would be cruel to deny them that." The girls groaned. "Yes, Fiore." Fiore chuckled, and continued on his little stroll through the city.
Fiore enjoyed the attention, not that he didn't get enough of it at home. He was the golden child, hence his large wardrobe of golden yellow clothing, and small bit of golden armour he wore for protection. It was symbolic to him, and it also served as a status symbol. He could afford it, the others could not. He could not bear to go on without such love an affection, not that he would ever have to really worry about that. He was a noble, and he accepted it. He was a god among insects. Anyone socially lower than him was nothing. That was how the world worked. Those of high social class and great wealth were the deities of the world. Anyone who opposed them were struck down. Fiore gave another proud chuckle at that thought, and continued his walk. ... It's a wonder how you hide
The cunning plot on the inside
Go and take what you still can
The crown shall go to the noble man
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:57 pm
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
 Hoata 
She listened to Selael as he told her about traveling down to the waste and shuddered at the though. She went here once but she would never set foot inside of there ever again. The place was dead and scary, not to mention all of the monsters that crawl around down there. She refuses to go back. stretched and looked over at Selael only to find him glancing past her. She looked over to find another man with a funny looking hat on his head. He seemed to be looking for someone.
Hoata glanced over at the man at the table as he was talking out loud and he seemed to be carrying on a conversation with someone. She glanced around but she didn't see anyone with him. How odd...she thought. "Mother always told me to stay away from the crazies...who is he talking about?" she mumbled to herself.
Her eyes met his for only a moment before shifting her gaze over to Antares. She sat quietly and listened to his song. It reminded her of her favorite place to travel to. It was past the plains and along the coast. She wanted to find her way back there whenever she got the chance. Then once he had finished she gave him a smile. "Very lovely, Mister Antares. You have an amazing voice. Not wonder you can draw a crowd...but so can I." She was very impress by the man's talents but she wanted to prove that she could be the competition that she believe she was.
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:04 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael couldn't help but be slightly bemused by the argument between Hoata and Antares, though only to the point of letting out a short breath that would almost pass for a laugh. His mind was preoccupied now, and the fact that some weasel who might have recognized him sat next to him was unimportant right now... The thing that caught his attention was the madman that just stepped in, trying to remember where he heard about someone like him through his ears in the less-than-reputable underbelly of the world... His father still had some friends in low places that he uses to get information, though it's usually very scant, considering that, while the son of a man well-regarded by the thieves who avoid the feather, he was at the same time an unsavory person for any criminal to be around... Let's face it, Selael is a scary person, and anyone who'd be willing to kill you and not give it a second thought would be unpleasant to be around.
He heard some things about a fortune teller conning people out of money with phony fortunes, though Selael dismissed it and figured that was ANY fortune teller. What caught his attention from the grapevine a while ago was something different... A crazy thief who seemed to talk to himself a lot, and perhaps had a certain bit of resistance that'd make him tougher to deal with than the usual fair... A bit of an understatement in the underworld, as even stranger allegations swore this guy was immortal. That, however, is something Selael found hard to believe, considering the guy was a thief. After all, what could an immortal possibly need to steal? Question was, was this guy that crazy thief, or was he just a heavily-armed lunatic? He waited for him to do something... Just waited, keeping his hands on top of the table.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 5:25 am
Tell them all to never fear
Tell them what they want to hear
Tell them all the blissfull lies
Watch them leave with hopeful eyes...
Eric Halen
Your Fortune awaits
--------------------------- The menu on the table drew Eric's attention back to what mattered: Food. With a small grin, he picked it up, and began to skim over it. What kind of food did they have, and what were all the prices like. Eric must have been crazy to think they he could eat there. That meal would cost him so much money that Eric would be eating crums for the next week. Eric sighed. Why, oh why did he choose that particular inn for food? The answer was beyond him. Maybe he could haggle for a cheaper price. No, that was too risky, and not very ethical. Then again, it's politeness or life. Eric had to think about it for a moment. Finally, he had it.
It didn't take long fro a waiter to come take his order. "Hello. I would like the sand bug plate, along with a tossed salad, and a glass of water." The waiter nodded, and began to walk away. "Wait! I have a question." The waiter looked back to Eric. "Could I get the water free?" He asked. Saving on the water would give him enough moeny to scrape by. The waiter looked at him, confused, however he couldn't quite resist the small action Eric had taken. Eric had used his ability to influence people's decisions. It wasn't the best, but it often worked on weaker willed people. The waiter nodded, and walked off. As the waiter departed, Eric got a shiver. He had this feeling he would have to hide very soon. ...Let them waste their wealth on you
though you say what isn't true
Go and live to your delight
The fortune teller strikes tonight
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:07 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇Daisuke Kotusen Daisuke still rested in the chair, his feet pushing it away from the table. The Chair was perilously balanced on the rear legs of the chair, leaning so far back it appeared as if he was going to fall down at any instant. His head was tilted upwards, observing the ceiling with his icy colored eyes. He blinked slowly, as if in a daze of some sort, his gloved hands dangling off the sides of the chair, his fingers outstretched lazily, as if sleepily trying to reach the floor below.
Suddenly, the usual chatter of the bar ceased behind him. A soft, light-hearted melody tickled his ears. Looking over swiftly, he found sight of the puppeteer. He swished about in his seat to the music, seemingly enjoying the piece. The man seemed to forget how precariously balanced his chair was. Swishing about, he leaned slightly farther back, sending it's back into the floor as the song ended, a loud wooden clatter ringing out. He quickly sat up from the over turned chair, and blinked widely, before walking toward Antares. 'I hope that chick you like saw that.' the voice continued to giggle. His brows narrowed for an instant as he whispered, "Hey, shut it, you. I'm not the one who TRIPPED. ON. A. BUG."
The man had left his coat there, and as he left, the barkeep laughed,placing a bottle of rum down for him. Bottled, so that he could leave with it, so as to not show his face to any nobles or possible targets. They could easily peg him as a thief in such attire, but they had no proof. But were they to see his face, they could get him legitimately arrested.
He regained quickly from the near-argument wth the voice og Ritsuko, and it was hard to have heard or noticed his look to begin with-- the mask muffled his softer words, and his messily-tended to hair hid his brows from sight. "Hey! That was a good song!" he said through his tight mask, offering a gloved thumb up. His head turned at a female's voice, a rather attractive sounding one.
His eyes widened as he noted it was the brunette he'd already scouted.. Draw a crowd? 'Well, she already drew us in!' "Aaah! Neat! So we have another performance?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:46 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael released an audible snort of contempt. Did that imbecile just ask for FREE WATER? In the DESERT? That was like asking for a free bar of Gold out west. "Oh please, let me have a free bar of gold, it's not like you'll be using it for anything." Yet the little puke has the audacity to ask for it here... Just who did this creep think he was? Probably some noble with too much air in his skull... Typical. And what's worse, the waiter actually allowed it. Had the entire country had its Spines removed? Selael muttered under his breath, "It's people like him that make my job necessary..."
However, he couldn't afford to lose his focus now, The (supposedly) Mad Thief just knocked over his chair... In and of itself, that wasn't unusual. After all, who wouldn't expect a crazy b*****d to knock himself over? Although he kept drawing attention to himself by talking to himself... Selael got up and picked up his cane, hobbling over to the part of the room the madman was in. He seemed to be wanting to get a better view of the performance that was to come, though his real purpose went into action when he seemed to "Trip" and "Fall." He reached his hand to the ground where the madman landed and whispered quite softly, "Bicallis Cineris." The Spell wouldn't take effect now, but it would once the man left the building... It was the best Selael could do at the moment, to track his movements and ensure he didn't go after the feather... Or, at the very least, he could verify his identity as the Mad Thief described in the underworld grapevine. He slowly picked himself back up and began walking back to his own table, the cane carrying him the whole way back.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:54 pm
~Calti Ahari~ 
Calti looked up as a waitress approached him, but he waved the young woman away. He did not wish for anything, and even if he did he had hardly the money to pay for it. He knew the prices were probably particularly high in a place like this, as well. He was planning on saving that little money he did have, and adding to it the longer he stayed here.
He however, was not desperately worried about his money supply being unable to be replenished. Calti was an entertainer for a living, he could always think of something. Plus, he didn't have a dreadfully low budget on his person. With all the expensive baubles,and jewelry, not to mention a few other fine trinkets, he always had something to sell. If only he didn't get so attached to each of them.
With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair though he did not feel comfortable. Glancing around the room, he took in the sights of all the curious looking people, and sighed lightly. The one he still wished to get nearer too, for whatever reason, was Hoata. What drew him to her, he knew not. But, he had stood up before he knew it, and started in her direction.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:22 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
Antares soon joined his original party once again after the performance and smiled at Hoata's comments. "Thank you so much, Lady Hoata." Antares said at her and then chuckled. "Coming from a performer like yourself, it means a lot to me; however, I have no plans on letting you get a 'larger' crowd than you." He added and then laughed heartily. It was quite obvious that Hoata created an immediate rivalry with the puppeteer regarding crowd pleasing; the latter, of course, took this as a challenge and he had no plan on getting beaten by a woman who danced for entertainment.
He had nothing against performers like Hoata, no; however, Antares found it more pleasing to see other elements do the entertainment instead of "actual" performers. It was like watching inanimate objects come to life to perform for one's fascination; it was beyond anything one could imagine. Puppetry would, as Antares thought about it, give the audience the feeling that they have the power to recreate life by watching a performance of these mentioned things. Recreation. It was a magic too good to behold. However, it can be done through puppetry.
"I have strange opinions regarding entertainment, Miss Hoata, so..." Antares drifted off and then shifted his look around him particularly noting the strange extremely watchful aura of Selael; he just went totally silent after the puppeteer's performance. On the other side of the table, Antares noted of the strange man who ordered water for free; a little bit ridiculous but somehow passed the waiter's scrutiny. The puppeteer turned at once to avoid further embarrassment from the estranged man's side. Then, of course, there was the man who managed himself to fall over from his chair and gave Hoata strange looks (despite his face being hidden from a mask).
"Well, perhaps a little bit of an example of your own version of performance, Lady Hoata?" Antares suddenly offered, smirking a little for the dare. It would be a shame if the girl would refuse, of course, then, it would mark as 1 to 0. Antares laughed to himself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:21 pm
Tell them all to never fear
Tell them what they want to hear
Tell them all the blissfull lies
Watch them leave with hopeful eyes...
Eric Halen
Your Fortune awaits
--------------------------- What others had quickly taken notice of had only just now dawned on Eric. There was a crazy person in the inn. Eric looked over to the masked man who was talking to himself, and sighed. "Well then. He's weird." Shaking his head, he began to look around the inn, and take in the sights. He noticed a few woman looking at a man, and he noticed a couple singing while eating their luncheon. Suddenly, he found himself observing the pyromancer. What was he doing. Eric noticed that he had grumbled over something, and walked over to seemingly get a better view of the show. However, Eric observed somthing odd when he tripped and fell. It wasn't out of the ordinary for a crippled person to fall like that. It was what happened after the fall. Eric had seen the man reach out his hand and mutter something. Eric could tell that it wasn't him throwing out curse words due to the fall. Eric begna to wonder about it. Who was that Pyromancer again? What was his big plan? Then it hit him. Eric rummaged through some past events, and it clicked in. That man was a protector of the feather. The feather Eric had helped to steal, and then helped to protect. Eric hadn't forgotten about that deal he had made.
The waiter came over, and dropped off Eric's meal. Eric looked at the plate, staring at the cooked bugs with uncertainty. He picked one up, and popped in in his mouth. Chew, swallow, ponder, decide. Eric's face warped a bit, then returned to normal. "Ugh. Not horrible, but I'm never going to order this again." He shook his head, and looked over to the table, where the pyromancer had just sat down at. "Excuse me, Mr. uh.... uh..." What was his name? Sam? Silus? What was it? Selael? Yes, that was it. "Mr. Selael. I have something I need to tell you" Eric looked at him, trying to convey the importance of his message.
Eric couldn't believe it. After all that time, he was still doing that weird sibling a favor. It was now Eric's secret job to use his ability to keep an eye on the feather. Now that the odd siblings weren't around, there was no one to report to except... The pyromancer. ...Let them waste their wealth on you
though you say what isn't true
Go and live to your delight
The fortune teller strikes tonight
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:40 pm
To live like you is such a dream
Your silver voice and golden gleam
Remaining unscratched by the sand
All shall wish to hold your hand...
Fiore Halen
The shining star of Aden
--------------------------- It was a beautiful day outdoors. Fiore was quite happy. He didn't have much to do that day. He was set. He had his little followers, and he had his adoring fans. "Fiore! Don't you think we should eat something? The sun is high in the sky, so it must be time for lunch." Fiore looked back at the brunettes following him. "Girls, we eat luch when I say we eat lunch." For a moment, there was slience on the streets. "And so, I say we eat lunch now." Fiore laughed, and continued to walk along. The brunettes squealed with delight. "Yay! We're eating lunch with Fiore Halen!" They yelled it out so loud, it could probably be heard throughout the whole town. "Hmm. We're quite far from the Halen house, so I guess we'll have to eat somwhere else." It was time to find a decent place to eat.
The serach for food began, though it was really no trouble for Fiore. He was set. He could eat anywhere he wanted. Absolutely anywhere. There were no limits at all. Fiore walked around the streets looking for a place to eat. e walke by a small diner without even giving it thought. It was too simple, and cheap. The food there would have to be sub standard. Fiore continued to search about. The girls behind him pointed out an eatery where many rich people dined. Fiore looked at it, contemplating whether it would be worth it. In the end, he shook his head. "I've eaten there before, and I don't like their selection." The girls groaned, and the trio continued on their search. It seemed there would be nothing that would meet Fiore's standards. Sudden;y, he stopped. He looked to the side, and saw an inn. "I've heard this place is quite good. What do you two think?" "Oh. Fiore, this place is a great place to eat. let's eat here. They have a very good selection." "Then it's settled." "We're eating at an inn with Fiore! This day is great!" The poor girls were yelling out very loudly. They were a public disturbance.
... It's a wonder how you hide
The cunning plot on the inside
Go and take what you still can
The crown shall go to the noble man
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:35 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael sat in his chair, his sunken eyes staring off into space, keeping his hand on his cane. It wasn't a few moments of vaguely hearing Eric say something and repeatedly hesitate until the cocktail party phenomenon kicked in and the sound of his first name being spoken caught the attention of the Pyromancer. He turned his head slowly over to Eric, his eyes meting with the fortune teller's for a moment... Staring into those blank, nearly dead eyes would not be a pleasant experience for Eric the second time, especially considering that it was the owner of those eyes that burned down the Valdigraph home in the name of the Feather's safety, and for many other reasons that he would not speak aloud for the sake of the plan he had in store for those who would attempt to steal the feather later on...
However, Eric seemed to have some sort of information... Whether it be true or false, whatever he said might be vaguely useful, as it might convey some kind of sentiment he wasn't previously aware of that might indicate whether the next thief would be noble or of the thieves' guild, since, as of this moment, he honestly had no idea. He folded his hands on top of the tabletop, Selael spoke in that characteristically dull but nonetheless menacing voice, something reminiscent of a rusty razor...
"If it is so urgent, you may speak."
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