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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:21 pm
"Of course, Dear Hashmal, I would never do such a thing to a companion," she answered, watching him fade. She wasn't exactly sure how, but this lesser form allowed her long bouts of freedom from her stone, although on occassion she did have to return. Her elder form made it as hard to keep a form as it most likely did for the lion.
Once again, she took to the halls. Freedom tasted ever sweet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:42 pm
Feeling the seraph as she entered the hall Maluc knew that if Hashmal had let her enter than she was indeed no threat. blinking from his stance in the courtyard to his throne at the heart of the hall. Maluc closed his eyes and watched his hall from his heart.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:03 pm
*bows* thank you my lord. i admit, i was surprised to learn such a thing but i will continue to flaunt it!
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:10 pm
Good to hear, but get rid of that old banner, Daredevil.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:15 pm
Satisfied, Rhiu stopped her dance and continued to stomp out the flames. She stared to look around herself conspiratorially, and decided to travel the great halls of the Order of Leo by herself. She always made she to keep one hand on her weapon (a simple black dagger, so unlike a Dark Knight) at all times. Who knows what could happen, even in the most holy of places. One couldn't be too careful around here. On this walk accompanied with not one but herself, it allowed her to reflect upon herself as a person (or, rather, centaur) and what being a Dark Knight really meant to her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:31 pm
*hoped it changed* okay, i updated it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:36 pm
Indeed it has... Nice new look btw. Love the way the axe goes with all the black.
Seeing that Rhiu was looking more inside herself than around her, he left her to her reflection.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:56 pm
After much wandering, Altima found herself before a statue of Hashmal, and she stopped to admire it. It was indeed a striking, stone copy of her companion, and she smiled. "I must wonder if there is one of myself?"
Of course, her stone was within Virgo's halls, but the seraph did not stir in there just to admire the scenery. If she did anything, it would be to materialize far away from the stone. If she appeared just beyond it, there was a good chance that the holder would put her back in. At least, that was what she believed. After all, she had just been newly reborn when Ramza attacked her and sent her back in. The hume had no idea what it was like to be kept within a stone for centuries, a millennia! Though...if the holder had any intention of doing so, she knew not.
Ignoring the presence of any others, she strode on.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 12:41 am
Sibyis's soft boots barely made a sound as she wandered aimlessly through the tall maze of bookshelves, her fingers lightly brushing the dusty spines. Too busy contemplating her own thoughts, she cared little for anything else other than pursuing her own studies. A brief thought flickered through her mind as her thoughts drifted to the others, but she quickly shook her head. No, there was no time to find those troublesome squires, she had better things to do than worry about them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 1:54 am
*sighs and listlessly throws a paper airplane.*
Energy leaving...no mischief...must...cause...excitement... X_x
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:59 am
The female centaur never thought she was above or below anyone else. She always thought of the squires as someone on an equal plane. Just because they didn't have a fancy title like Rouge, Scholar or Riskbreaker, doesn't mean they are any less of a warrior. She had seen some of them at their best and it often made her jealous (such skill they possess!). Her hoofs echoed softly on the cobble stone beneath her as she continued to travel down the hall, green eyes spotting the familiar form of YamiNozomi. Once again, the girl in red had taken it upon herself to throw copious amounts of paper airplanes. This annoyed her. Does she know what that paper could have been used for? Rhiu thought to herself as she ran a hand through her spiky, platinum hair.
Silently, she cantered over to purple-haired girl and watched her for a few moments, seizing her up. Rhiu had to think of something to say without insinuating anything rude or derogatory.
"You know," she said, her voice a perfect mezzo soprano, "that paper could have been used for something else than paper playthings."
She raised a thin, white eyebrow, and raised a hand to itch above one of her massive red horns. Though her attempt seemed to be in vain, she heard that listless sigh that fortold something is wrong. And YamiNozomi seemed to be bemused with something else, not caring of some freak's rambling about the usage of paper. Her eyes were cast downward. By now, she had grown accustomed to such treatment.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 12:51 pm
Mithras opens his eyes after a long meditation to realize that he had been promoted. "Great Hashmal, indeed I heard your voice in my thoughts. Glory to Leo. Power to the Alliance." He stands up and notices that time had passed since the night he sat here to meditate. He wished for solitude and now he was ready to be at least a little more social. He dusts off his pants and begins to wander about the Halls of Leo to look for his fellow comrades.
And indeed, he comes across a seemingly annoyed Rhiu and places a friendly hand on the female centaur's arm. "Sister, please do not fret so."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 5:45 pm
She wasn't annoyed at the fact that this purple-haired girl was wasting paper, she was more annoyed that she was being ignored. It had happened on numerous occasions, her centaur visage a likely factor, or it could possibly be the demonic horns which took residence on her forehead.
What ever the case, it was more likely that Rhiu was simply thinking about it too much. She had never met this girl before, for all she knew YamiNozomi could be mute or deaf.
Rhiu was about to turn away from her when she feels a hand grasping her forearm. For a second, she was ready to brandish her dagger until she realizes it's just Mithras. Her eyes narrow to slits, giving him a quick once-over. This young man is garbed in holy gear, a kindly dragon resting upon his shoulders. It's like he is the opposite of her, for she is covered in crimson and black and dirty bandages. In relief, she sighs, turning away from YamiNozomi to properly face him.
With his comment of calling her 'sister', she got the impression that he was, in his opinion, some sort of holy man or monk. She allowed her eyes to travel away from his inviting face to the empty, dark halls behind him were she knew the Library lays. Rhiu tried her best to smile amiably, though she felts she failed miserably at it. Trying to picture her own smile made her shudder visibly, assuming she is bearing fangs.
"Thank you for you kinds words, holy man," she said, green eyes trained on that golden keyblade. How it made her cringe; such a godly thing could strike her down so easily.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:19 pm
Seeing the twisted concoction of emotions strewn across her face and feeling it in her aura, Mithras could not help but smile at her with the utmost kindness and sincerity, "I have sinned enough to be anything but holy, sister."
He removes his helmet, revealing his short cut blue hair, the bangs of which fall over his glasses, "If you don't mind my company, I would very much like to take a walk to the Library with you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:39 pm
The female centaur did not believe Mithras when he said he done his fair share of sinning. She also didn't put much faith in his smile, for she got mixed signals. Pity? Presumptuous arrogance? Rhiu was never good at reading people, nor did she trust them much, either.
Her green eyes flashed from his golden weapon to his face, where he proceeded to remove his pristine helm, revealing a shock of electric blue hair that came over his eyes in shaggy bangs.
"Please, call me anything but sister," she asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Though she never grew up with much of a family, she felt weird being called 'sister' by anyone else she was not related by blood with. It was one of her pet peeves, besides paper-wasting Rouges.
When he mentioned the library, Rhiu saw no harm in walking with the fledgling Hedge Knight and decided to appease him.
"If you so desire, Hedge Knight."
They walked in silence, the only sound echoing throughout the halls where her heavy hooves and the soft cooing of the dragon still wrapped around his shoulders. Finally, Rhiu stopped in front of the door and turned to face the assumed holy man once more. Being half-horse, Rhiu easily towered over Mithras by a good half-foot, looking down when she addressed him.
"Do your duties call you here, too, fellow knight?" Her eyebrows were raised, a swarthy hand placed upon one of the great doors hiding the Library behind them.
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