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 Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 2:27 pm
Darke SaysVS 10 Peisio in The Great Dragon Extermination - Ongoing
Mae's first mission with the Guardians finds him on an enormous dragon hunt with a few other members. It sounds like a few children have been attacked... Mae can't allow that to go on without some interference on his part!
Darke's thoughts. Results: 10 Victories!
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 4:16 pm
Tailor Training Solo
The Use of Spare Time
"Pretty sure there are more useful things we could be doing right now," Darke rumbled, only barely trying to conceal his annoyance as he watched his boy pluck away at a piece of cloth with needle and thread.
Mae snorted, trying not to let his own frustration at how often he pricked his finger with the needle show. Even if it did seep through the Bond like ice melting over carpet in summer. "You were there for those dragon attacks. And now with all these Mara flying about, I really don't think you can have too much armor."
"Uh, I almost watched you drown in a lake while fighting those dragons. I don't think more armor would've helped you there," the Alihora scoffed incredulously. He rose from where he lay on the rug and plodded over to observe the work over Mae's shoulder. As he gazed down at the boy's work, he snorted out a puff of air in his Orderite's ear. A thick, heavy white cloak. Yeah, such a thing would do him wonders while he was fighting Mara, dragons, or whatever the hell else. If he'd been wearing something like that when he'd fallen in the lake, Darke doubted he would've been able to reclaim his boy from those shining waters...
Mae reached an arm back to pat the Alihora's nose. As his fingers came into contact with wet, silky feathers Darke huffed and recoiled, having been instantly assaulted by the coppery tang from his boy's digits. "The very least you could do is be more careful."
Mae sighed and splayed the heavy fabric out across the table. With all the tiny red splodges that dotted the seams, he was starting to wish he had some sort of dye or something. He'd look so much cooler riding his trusty Khehora steed while swathed in a cloak made of pure night, instead of a white one repeatedly stamped by pinpricks of red failure.
He groaned and leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head as he tipped the chair far enough onto its back two legs that he could toss his feet up onto the table. "You really don't think it's neat to be able to do this kind of stuff on your own? Anyone can go out and buy armor, but I'm an adult now, and I think having a nice variable skill set is always a good thing," Maeron informed his companion as he tilted his head back to stare up at Darke's icy eyes.
"You can have more useful skills," Darke retorted. "Something less- Less... Silly-looking."
Mae huffed and let the legs of his chair crash back to the floor. With a sweep of his arm, he collected his belongings from the table; cloth, thread, pins, needles, and the explanatory tome. "Well, when you think of something you find less embarrassing, please feel free to tell me. In the meantime, I'll be finishing this on my own. Someplace you can't judge me." The Orderite boy flicked his hair and strode off down the hallway, leaving Darke to simmer in his agitations and thrust notions of exactly how he felt about the situation down the Bond. Results: Mae crafted a Simple White Cloak!
Words: 529
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:33 pm
Tailor Training Solo
No, Really. Stop.
He was starting to feel like he may almost be getting the hang of it. He still had to stare at the exact location of his stitching for several straight seconds before actually doing anything, and he lacked the practiced ease that most grandmothers had with these simple patterns, and if he focused for too long, his arms still turned to jelly and he was forced to occupy his time with something else for the day. But he was getting it, even if it didn't sound like it.
After his first two 'successes' (as well as the strange mish-mash of curious weaving that happened in between), Mae realized that he didn't have to follow the exact patterns in the scrolls to the letter. Well, he could, and it would be fine, but he could always improvise and come up with a better fit. He'd decided on pants today, because why not have the entire set so he could walk about in all his tacky glory?
Tacky.
That's what Darke thought it was. The Orderite knew his companion wanted to support him in all he did, but somehow, all he saw was 'tacky' whenever Mae proudly tugged on a new garment that he'd made all by himself. It would be cool. It had all the potential for coolness that Mae thought it already had. But it wasn't. Not yet. Right now it was still tacky. As much as Darke despised not being around his boy, the two partners had quickly come to an understanding that perhaps it was best if they weren't together during the times when Mae wanted to play with his pins and needles and thread. The negativity and hesitance seemed from Darke through the Bond and made the Orderite grouchy, defensive, and abrasive. Besides, Darke was a full-grown Khehora. He could hunt on his own without worrying about his Expert Warrior Bonded, right?
Mae sighed softly, rubbing at his eyes to clear away the fogginess of staring at something for too long. It was annoying (and slightly saddening), but for now, this was the trade he had to make. He was granted a little bit of alone time to practice at his leisure while Darke went off and experienced tiny moments of what a feral Khehora might feel like.
'I don't like it. I don't know why there are those Khehora in an uproar about the Bond. It's boring. It's lonely. It's depressing,' Darke's thoughts nudged against his own. Mae could sense the Alihora in the treeline, could feel his brooding from here.
As the Orderite stretched, he retorted, 'No one told you to leave. But in any case, I'm packing up for now, so come on back.' Relief spread through him. he was fairly certain it came from Darke more than himself. 'Besides, I don't think you'll have to worry about being seen with a 'tacky'-looking Orderite for too much longer. It's not great, or even very good yet, but it'll be decent enough for public before you know it.'
A swirl of nondescript thoughts danced through his mind as Darke struggled to settle on what he should say next. As long as Mae didn't purposefully try and embarrass him around the other Guardians, then he really should try and support him. He was obviously going to be on this kick for a while longer, regardless of what the Aiskalan said, so... 'Just keep practicing.' Results: Mae crafted a Plain Stitched Trousers!
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 2:47 pm
Darke SaysSerenia Defenders - Done!
Weird stuff has been happening near Mae's home on Serenia. By the sound of things, it's happening elsewhere as well. As a Guardian, Mae is tasked with defending Civilians and taking down any Mara he sees.
Right after we split from out unit, we ran into this poor defenseless girl trying to save her farm from an attack. She obviously didn't have much training and no weapon to defend herself... How could her parents leave her alone at a time like this? In any event, we stepped in and managed to save her! She was cute and very spirited. I kind of liked that about her, but I guess Mae wasn't quite as amused by it. he really does have so much trouble interacting with other two-leggers.... Results: Met Sueno.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 11:22 am
Darke SaysVS 2 Dark Mage Mara with Sueno in Just Listen! - Done!
As Mae works with the Guardians to be rid of the Mara threat on Serenia, he comes across a farm owned by a girl named Sueno and her family. To protect her, he has to fight against even more Mara.
I ain't afraid of a couple of Mara, and I ain't gonna wait for Mae's slow Guardian escorts to catch up to us! Not when a little girl is in trouble! As I expected we managed to save the day on our own. No one got hurt, except maybe a bit of Mae's pride. Results: 2 Victories!
Words: 694
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