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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 7:02 pm
An hour or so after mingling with Sokoya, Vince's best interests led him outside of the bar and into the main area of which the ball was being held. Not long after that, having missed the conclusion of the shenanigans with Roen Jaeger, having seen something happened to Saphen, one of his partners of a past tournament, Vince's mind began to wander, wondering exactly what had happened. Apparently, as he stepped closer to the main dancing platform, he witnessed the after-math of a fight that had taken place, and with the looks of things, one of the fighters had been no other than Omi Barsait, a friend of his from the Dark Tournament, as well as a former team-mate from Heaven or Hell.
The dragon had just begun the ascension onto the dancing platform as he witnessed Omi speaking with a young lady, a lady that he didn't rightly recognize. Shrugging, the dragon had decided to save the chit-chat for later when all of a sudden he heard yelling, loud noises, and happened to look over to where a creature had decided to make a challenge to Omi and apparently initiate by... not throwing, but launching a table an incredible twenty-nine feet to where Omi was standing.
Vince's brow furrowed slightly in anger by the pure outrage, especially with the civilians and other people that were wandering around the area; a run-a-way table could be a very dangerous thing to a group of people at an event such at this. Shaking his head and closing his eyes, the dragon willed the connection to his treasure horde open, and with that connection, he pulled from the void a very familiar sight. Instantly, in Vince's right hand, appeared the great-sword which he had used against many opponents in events such as these, and many opponents had he taken the life from with that very sword.
Within a split second, the sword was held in a strange manner, his arm was raised and bent at the elbow, the sword's handle held by his face, the sword pointed straight ahead of him. With a grunt, the man let his arm fly forward, releasing the great sword from his massive fingers. The sword, controlled by a bit of Vince's innate magic, flew straight and true, powered by the man's cannon of an arm.
Mid-flight, the sword would smash into the center of the table, slamming directly through it, staking the chicken to the table and knocking it out of the intended path, stabbing into the ground a few feet off, useless. With that done, Vince made his silent arrival onto the stage, looking to Omi, then at the other man without a word. Those would likely come in a moment.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 7:09 pm
Well, in a way she had won her point, after all, he was the one dressed and rather well dressed to boot. Come to think of it, she didn't even have to drop kick him. The whole party had just been done a tremendous favor in her opinion. She couldn't help smiling back at him and remain smiling as looked back toward the bar. It was rare that someone could look her directly in the eye outside of battle, though most people wouldn't admit it, she figured they found the deep red hue of her iris either strange, disturbing, or a sign of evil intent. Compliments were not something she was used to, so she didn't know how to take them, especially when they didn't ring true.
This was a gathering of fighters, an aura of aristocracy was the last thing one could find here. She had to ponder that comment for a moment. Her tight red dress, the black heels that hurt like hell, her hair kept back in the usual pony-tail, none of it really made aristocracy come to mind. The only way she could fathom or explain his vision was by noting that the members of this gathering lacked class to such a degree that the little bit he saw in her was magnified by comparison. Then again, this 'aura of aristocracy' complement was being paid to her by a guy who liked to prance around naked. Red sighed, she had actually seen at least one other woman here who actually seemed to deserve the compliment.
A small sip of soda was taken, as if she was trying to maintain the idea of how aristocracy would behave.
"I'm at a loss for words," Adaire laughed, "That was the most misplaced complement I've heard. Really, I'm the last girl you could actually honestly say that about."
Adaire tilted her chair back and left her head fall slightly, considering the rows of drinks, then the upper balcony.
"So, do you enjoy fighting?" she asked bluntly, "Are you good at it? By the way, my name's Ada.. err.. I go by Red, just call me Red."
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 7:35 pm
He was no blind man to this Faustina's mannerisms, and couldn't help but shuffle just the slightest bit in a rare show of shyness himself. However, Barsait's smile began to grow with a zeal, tenderness replacing that combat spirit drop by precious drop. It did not seem entirely an act, this fair lady's composure and that quality that had the fresh-off-the-hunt fighter unable to avert his attention with ease.
"Ah, I too am a stranger to this sort of gathering. If however, you would have me.. I would love to dance with you into the night, I cannot think of a more pleasant way to spend the evening ahead." It was no lie. Sincerity were in those words, he wished to finally have time with the date that was intended from the beginning at this glorious spectacle. No more of this bizarre chaos chipping away at time, no more interruptions, no-Quote: " RAAAAAAAAAAAGH! I challenge you to a duel! .. If you can't have your precious debacle with Jocasta, you can have it with me." Immediately, feelings of intrigue, kindness, mild lust, and relief faded away 'til mind consuming irritation took priority, as Barsait witnessed an airborne table with what appeared to be a scrumptious chicken plus silverware fly at him like some damned evil deity was giggling and weaving poor fortune for the [Serpentine Manipulation Artist] at the worst of times.
"..God damn it-"
[SMASH]
A flaming, massive sword crashed into the table before the near wordless Barsait could even raise a finger, slamming both to the dance floor with a furor. Certainly an odd way of dealing with a table, but Omi would have been lying if he wasn't appreciative. Head craned to his left, those dexterous eyes glided over to their savior - a familiar figure in his life and upon the stage.
"..Vince. Much appreciated. Might I ask you the favor to watch over mi'lady? Sorry we'll be unable to catch up, I'm afraid I shall be busy for a couple of minutes." If the flames of battle were waged high against Jocasta, now hell itself was present within the body & mind of dear Barsait. Some b*****d a ways away from the stage edge had just hurled a table at him & the dear Faustina, potentially wounding several of the spectators if things had gone differently due to those tables' damnably high weight.
Fortunately, this time as Omi's right fist happily slammed into the waiting grasp of his left hand and got cracked into place, he was no longer under Sonners' sanctions for this fight. However, this unknown opponent clearly had a problem with Barsait, so it didn't hurt to ask with a loud call-out as the aflame table behind him added an after-glow:
"Oi oi', that was mighty rude. Mind explaining why you did that, have we met before or are you hoping throwing tantrums'll get you a shot at sucking Jocasta off when it's all said & done?" Again, the lengthy haired fighter craned his head a bit to his left only ear-first this time, seeming to be genuinely awaiting an answer.
Omi was caught in two different moods. One wanting to simply murder this table-tossing zealot for interrupting his evening, the other wanting to gauge what set the abomination off and toy with it. In short, he wasn't taking this seriously yet, but fully intended to pummel the b*****d an inch short of death to avoid disqualification in the tournament.
After this long night, Omi felt he'd earned that much.
[1/10]
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 8:00 pm
Even as Faustina's heart lifted with Omi's gentle words, she could feel the danger descend, her face snapping to the side at the loud and very rude interruption booming from the surrounding crowd. In a time long ago, she might have gasped in fright, but by now she was just fed up with it all. She was about two seconds from dealing with the table herself when it was suddenly struck down by a great, flaming sword--a sight which did usher a gasp from the girl, and even a reflexive withdraw closer to her date.
Her attentions moving to their savior, her gaze flickered over the man Omi called "Vince," quickly looking him over before turning her eyes back on Omi. They were wide and solemn, but the rest of her face remained strong and understanding, and she nodded, even though Omi wasn't asking her, and whispered before leaving his side, "Teach him his place."
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 8:22 pm
The giant of a man, standing to seven foot tall exactly, nodded grimly as Omi Barsait shot a response his way. Before responding verbally, however, Vince waited for him to accept the fight and then grinned, knowing full well what was coming next. Vince's eyes slid shut for a moment, even as he finished his walk towards where Faustina stood; at that exact instant, the sword that had skewered the chicken dinner to the dinner table disappeared, relocated back in Vince's treasure trove.
"You've got it, Omi. Show him the fire that empowers your serpents so." With that statement, Vince took his place next to Faustina and stood there in his snake-skin suit, his massive arms crossed over his chest, watching the spectacle with a grin. Faustina had nothing to be worried about when it came to Omi defending himself, and definitely was more than safe with the behemoth of a man standing over her.
A smile flashed across Vince's grizzled face as he looked down to Faustina, his left hand crossing his body to offer her in a polite handshake. "Vincentius Alaphare, participant in this tournament; former partner of Omi in numerous fighting tournaments."
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:18 pm
"Well that's a shame," he remarked about her planned exile of his thigh. Though the bard did suppose it made sense, they were from two different worlds.
Sey, a beautiful white mage who was still alive
Saphen, a whimsical bard on the brink of death.
Just too different I guess...
But the musician's thoughts were interrupted by a question.
Sey "Saphen, tell me more about yourself. Do you compose as well?"
"Compose?" the bard asked as if surprised by the question, some vigor in his strained voice as he replied. "Of course I compose...wait..." The bard's mind was now running on pure adrenaline and holy spirit as his thoughts were racing with ideas.
The bard's right hand quivered for a few moments, as he reached into one of the many pockets hidden in his robes. Surprisingly free of blood, to Saphen's relief, was an ocarina that the bard removed from his robes.
The ocarina itself was wooden, the stain that protected the natural wood only enhanced it's color.
"I will..assist you," he whispered as he placed the instrument to his lips. But it seemed he didn't have enough fingers to play, his other hand unavailable due to obvious mortal dangers. So how would he help anyone with his bardic gifts?
It seemed that this question was answered rather quickly...his right sleeve rustling on it's own accord before something began to peak out of it. Several plant tentacles slithering around his arm, each one with a thorn at it's tip. It was these very thorns that covered the last remaining holes on his ocarina with ease, the remaining few that were left over dancing like charmed snakes around the instrument itself.
It was these tentacles that began to tap gently against the side of the wooden instrument. Two keeping a steady beat while a third added a side beat to the constant rhythm of the first. But these soft taps soon began to sound like a powerful drum beat. It was evident that magic was at work here and it was that very magic that grew even stronger as the bard began to play the melody to this tribal song.
His fingers and vines covering and opening the various holes on the instrument to change notes as his eyes slowly closed beneath the mask. It was as if the bard was attempting to summon the very ancestors that once helped these tribes many years ago to help Sey with her office. This very same magic was now flowing through the white mage, enhancing her healing abilities...but even with this boost there wasn't much time.
She had to work quickly...or it was all over...
This mi'lady...is all I have to give...but at least I can die as I have lived...An artist... the thought was fleeting...his mind and his heart...lost once more in the music.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:15 pm
Furrowing her brows as he rummaged through his clothes, Sey realized only after he'd positioned the instrument to his face and the vines slithered out of his sleeve that he was about to play something. She'd merely wanted him to speak, not begin to strain himself further and play a song! "Saph-"As he began his haunting melody, Sey felt a quiver of energy run up her spine, drawing her focus back to his dire wounds and the situation at hand. Feeling as though there were hands helping her, guiding her and lending her energy as the music continued, the healer pressed her deity's holy power through the whole length of his arm and purified the poison left in his limb. Working quickly and letting go of her death grip on his thigh, Sey took hold of his shoulder and jarred it roughly back into place a cry escaping her lips at the effort. While his body was numb enough that he wouldn't have felt much of the pain, when she thrust her tiny hand inside the wound she'd created he was bound to feel something - or simply just cried out at the sight of the woman's hand wrist deep inside of his body. "Falis, give me strength." She said calmly, wriggling her fingers for a moment and grabbing the elastic, severed ends of the artery and vein she had cut. Warmth blossomed from her hand just as light radiated from the fingers in his wound, the healer sealing his injuries from the inside out before finally retracting her hand from his body completely, gloved hand mired in gore. If not for his song she didn't think it would have been as successful but here the bard was, in her arms with his bones unbroken from the mysterious poison. She smiled at the thought, chest rising and falling rapidly with her exhausted breaths and she laid her bloody hand on his head to comfort him. "Thank you for that lovely song. Are you feeling alright? Are your bones aching differently, as though the poison would twist them again? Though, keep in mind that soreness and tenderness is to be expected after experiencing such a trauma. " The words fell from her lips in rapid succession, her relief evident in her mixture of thanks, worry and healing advice that came unbidden. It would be clear to her musical patient that she was simply glad that he was alive.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:56 pm
(( A Paradox? A Seyradox! - stomps and roars - )) While Seyumi Kaikou was comfortable risking her life for complete strangers, ruining such a lovely evening gown that was so painstakingly tailored to her by the Priestesses was something she'd not dare to do. Knowing her penchant for ruining any sort of pretty clothing, the Priestesses gave her a gift - a pen that was capable of taking out any stains that she'd inevitably get on their masterpiece - though they warned her to use it only in the direst emergencies as there were possible side effects. Taking one look at the blood covered fabric, Sey decided that if this wasn't an emergency, then nothing else would be. "What was I supposed to say?" She mumbled, grabbing her clutch with her blood covered gloves and taking out the slim pen to hold it in her hand. It still had a little tag on it that said " FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY" and Sey ripped it off, flipping the card over and reading the words aloud. What happened next, Sey was not prepared for. In a surge of light and cheesy music, she was suddenly as naked as a newborn babe, her only provision of modesty being the fact that no one in the ballroom was capable of seeing her bare skin through the light show that sparkled around her. The pen in her hand seemed to have momentary control over her body, contorting her form in a series of graceful and acrobatic twists as her element danced around her, clothing her in some strange and unusual ensemble that was reminiscent of a school girl outfit or... A sailor's. Making her final twirl and finding herself swathed in glowing fabric, high heels with matching accessories, hair curled and with her nails and make-up completely done, her body suddenly contorted once more into a ridiculous pose and her mouth opened, yelling out in a clear tone that rang throughout the ballroom. "I am Seyumi Kaikou, Soldier of Light and Justice! In the name of Falis, I will right wrong and triumph over evil... And that means you!"
What the-She suddenly found herself pointing directly at a pair of combatants completely engrossed in their battle a little ways away between the crowd that she was gathering with her ridiculous antics. Feeling her feet surge forward underneath her, Sey squeaked while her body was moving around on it's own accord, loping gracefully through the crowd despite the towering shoes and making unnecessary hand poses all the while. Possible side effects? Could they have understated it even more?! Old Man KB KB roared at Connor, spittle flying from his mouth as his ear was torn away. He sought to close his mouth in on the man's neck, his fangs aiming to break the skin and free more of that delicious blood. From the outside looking in it might have seemed like they were just violently necking. It became clear he was going for the left carotid artery. ![User Image]() 3/10 She got close enough to the fighters to see KB's fangs bared, lunging for Connor's throat and heard her own voice cry out. "In the name of Falis, I will conquer evil~!" And then she shone like a star, bringing the pure light of her deity into the ballroom and, hopefully, driving the infernal beast away from the man's throat and keeping him from needlessly damaging a life.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:57 pm
themightyjello "Ah... ah... ah... I... ah... Okay. Well. That's... good... and, um..."
Well, he certainly felt right awkward about this now. He hoped that she hadn't gotten the wrong idea from him about why he had offered to help but... at this point he wasn't sure what the wrong idea was anymore. The boy's hands balled into fists at his sides and he could only seem to stare down at the floor for some reason, unable to raise his eyes to look at the fae directly.
"Don't be so nervous!" Stella snickered, giggling behind her hand that she held to her mouth. His flustered face and stammered speech amused her greatly. She tried not to embarrass Anson too much, but the fae appeared to be wholeheartedly enjoying herself with his reactions. The mischievous fae just had a knack for playing around. With an entire summer to herself, how could she not? The season had only just begun.
After her giggle fit subsided, she offered him a charming smile, and batted her eyelashes femininely. He seemed to be ready to make another attempt at speaking, so Stella quieted herself and waited for his response.
themightyjello "Well... actually I was hoping to just be able to count you among my friends but..." Anson stammered slightly as he tried to make his sentences come out the way that he wanted them to; momentarily licking his lower lip at a pause in speaking without even thinking, "that's good too. I think."
"Well, DUH~!" Stella exclaimed, "Of course, silly!" Stella's wide-eyed face was bright and cheerful, taking a few steps closer to minimize the proximal gap between herself and Anson. She slid her arm over his shoulder, keeping hip-to-hip with the Paladin.
"We'll be friends, mm'kay~?" the Fae said, and dipped her left pointer finger gently underneath his chin. "But if we meet in the ring, don't think I'mma go easy on you~" She gave him a little wink, and nudged her hips playfully against Anson's side. "I'll be going all out~"
Perhaps Stella might've toyed with Anson a little longer for her own amusement, but it appeared that the Paladin and the Fae had some uninvited company.
The Crossed Fox Oh hey look, a pretty woman! Yasuo's attention was diverted to the woman who was begging for the shinobi's help. She had pointed to James Eredas - that guy from team whatcha mahuzit in HoH. This young woman had come with Roen as well, so she seemed to be pretty legitimate in her claims for help. Too bad Yasuo was in a different state of mind. He went off, "What's yer name lady friend?"
Stella looked confused, tilting her head to the side in bewilderment. "But... didn't I already introduce myself?" the Fae asked, puzzled. Was this not the ninja that she met in the spotlight? It seemed that he was slightly... impaired, for the time being. Stella shrugged it off, and concluded that it would be her cue to leave the Paladin to his own devices.
"Well, Anson, I think it's best that I take my leave. I'll see you in the ring, yeah~?" Stella bid him goodbye, gently separating from the Paladin's side. In parting, she blew him a kiss, before her hip-sauntering stride made her disappear into the crowd of the ballroom.
Now, how on Gaia would Stella regain her spotlight? With both her glamour and spunk intact, she would surely reign.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:10 pm
Sey In a surge of light and cheesy music, she was suddenly as naked as a newborn babe, her only provision of modesty being the fact that no one in the ballroom was capable of seeing her bare skin through the light show that sparkled around her....
A later tabloid would have a blurry, vaguely Sey-like figure that was glowing and appeared to have a distinct n****e and to be totally Photoshopped, with a controversial headline regarding sexy alien priestesses that were out to sterilize the Gaian fighters to allow them to invade in the next generation when the fight genes were all bred out. Naturally, the scientific community would laugh, teenage boys would furiously masturbate to the picture, nobody else in the media or otherwise would remember this, and the tabloid itself would go out of business shortly after reporting that the Boiled Leaf Movement was funded by Gaiantologists.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:33 am
[ By their powers combined... Anson 2 merges with Anson 3, forming Religious Voltron! ]Summerfae
"Well, DUH~!" Stella exclaimed, "Of course, silly!"
"We'll be friends, mm'kay~?" the Fae said, and dipped her left pointer finger gently underneath his chin. "But if we meet in the ring, don't think I'mma go easy on you~" She gave him a little wink, and nudged her hips playfully against Anson's side. "I'll be going all out~"
"Like-" Like what? The word he was looking for just didn't seem to be there when he tried to say it and - Oh! "Likewise! ...Likewise."
"I mean... of course. In the ring," he stammered in reply with the fae woman's finger pressed gently under his chin and her hips drifting against his side. The ballroom seemed to have heated up easily another five degrees over the past minute and he could feel a bead of sweat running down the back of his neck even now; it made the boy even more self-conscious because of it, paying too much attention to his surroundings and not enough attention to his composure. Yet for some reason all of that attention was not focused on the demons, devils, and undead that stood all around them in the ballroom but instead upon Stella's shade of lipstick and how close she was standing; giving the boy a feeling of being fearful that she might try to kiss him again without warning... only it wasn't exactly fear.
"I- I mean no disrespect," he started again after a moment of her teasing; placing his hands upon her shoulders to distance himself slightly and swallowing the lump in his throat before trying to speak properly again, "but... yes, if that is our fate then I shall promise to do my best when we meet in the ring. It wouldn't be a fair match any other way."
"I am grateful though... for your friendship. And I hope that you will seek me out if you ever find yourself to be in need, Miss Stella."
Anson knew that he had just said it, but in that moment he began to wonder if he would be able to handle the kind of gratitude that she might show if she really did need his help in some way. After all, he had given her a bandage and gotten a kiss in return; if he had actually used his powers to heal her injuries instead of simply bandaging them then there was no telling what...
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(Clicky)Summerfae
"Well, Anson, I think it's best that I take my leave. I'll see you in the ring, yeah~?" Stella bid him goodbye, gently separating from the Paladin's side. In parting, she blew him a kiss, before her hip-sauntering stride made her disappear into the crowd of the ballroom.
The presence of the inebriated ninja snapped Anson back to reality in an instant, immediately bringing back his composure and dignity... well, after he took an instant with his back turned to the room in order to use one of the remaining napkin shreds to wipe the traces of Stella's lipstick from his face. In that moment he also realized that he'd been clutching the rosary in his left hand so tightly that the point of it had even gone so far as to break skin, leaving a small red dot in the center of his left palm where blood had welled up beneath the skin but was not enough to flow out on its own.
"Enjoy the rest ball, Mi-" this time he did manage to catch himself, "Stella. And try to keep from getting yourself hurt again before the tournament begins."
With his right hand held across his chest and his left at his side, the young Paladin bowed respectfully to his fae companion and, after one last friendly smile given, turned to face Yasuo instead.
"It seems I have a friend in need." -- A minute later -- The Crossed Fox ...after having made contact with Ansons left forearm, Yasuo back pedaled with a drag in his feet to his right side in order to create a short initial distance between the two. When he noticed Anson move forward, he smirked and leaned back into his opponents direction - hopefully catching off guard. "YEAH!" he yelled aloud - uh-oh, it was that time again. The shinobi's clenched left arm flung out in an uppercut-like fashion, a mid blow just waiting to explode into Ansons stomach. And man would it ever! After making contact, if such as made, Anson would also find himself flung in the opposite direction of the punch - as the shinobi would take a moment to bring his right hand behind and push the kid away in a dazzling display of a drunken fight. 2/10
"...huk!"
-not supply enough force to stop the incoming arm from powering through his defense and into his stomach. The trajectory had changed slightly; making the point of impact a few inches lower; and the force behind it had been diminished, but Yasuo's hand to hand skills were definitely not second-rate even in this condition.
With his right forearm bracing downward on Yasuo's left arm the boy's feet slid out behind him from the reduced power of the blowback and the boy hunched forward from the blow to his midsection. Together these meant that he was leaning forward onto the ninja's arm to support himself and, if Yasuo had truly devoted himself enough to the strike that he would be able to send Anson flying then likely the two of them would be close to leaning forward into each other at this point.
"H-HA!" was the young man's shouted response to the antics of the man across from him; turning his raised hand sideways with intent to take advantage of the situation and attempting to slam all of his weight down with the edge of his forearm onto the meaty part at the back of Yasuo's right shoulder.
The ninja had stopped his movement with that attack but if Anson could bring Yasuo to his knees with his retaliation then he could still recover from the disadvantage.
2/10
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:16 am
Content with the stingingly alcoholic beverage he'd been delivered, Grisaang turned around on his stool and faced the dance floor as he idly sipped at the rim of the glass. His eyes roamed over the various prospects in the room, and out of nervous habit, he began to chew on the rim of the glass, but only with the tips of his fangs. The resulting pressure against his fangs and gums was calming, and helped him take the edge off his hunger.
The scent of blood had tainted the air this evening, and his attention was highly drawn to its source. As he peered around, he could see two commotions that caught his interest. Within moments, he watched as those commtions became one.
A blonde-haired man had been struck, revealed himself to be a fellow blood-drinker and was now about to have his scuffle interrupted by the white mage who had been healing... the helpless... had-been-bleeding... bard... There was beautiful crimson everywhere...
And just as Grisaang stood himself from the bar to approach this ideal scenario, a large table flew through the air not too far in front of him, was intercepted by a flaming sword, and was now lying in a flaming heap.
His right hand pushed the tip of its index finger against the nosepiece of his Romanis, and he stepped momentarily between the fighters, and then beyond them to approach the bard. He was still several yards from the previously wounded and probably still weakened man, and it would take Grisaang a moment to reach him.
As before, people unwittingly gravitated away from him. As for the fighters he had stepped between, he was nearly certain he would proceed unnoticed, the only indication that he had passed them being a staleness in the air that sometimes followed in his wake.
Just a dozen or so more steps, and he would be upon the musician.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:43 am
So many different foods she had never even seen before suddenly filled her eyes and her nose. Shadow wanted to try everything, partially out of dying hunger, the other part out of curiosity. A grin spread across her face as her sparkling amber eyes fell upon what her mate was eating. Baked turkey legs had to have been amongst her favorite foods.
Shadow reached to pick one up but remembered what she was wearing. Cursing silently in her head she reached for a napkin of some sort to pick the leg up with. She couldn't afford to ruin this dress; it was the only clothing she had aside from her armor.
Shadow couldn't devour the food as quickly as her mate could but she made a nice pace for herself. While she ate she inspected everyone around them: flying tables, flaming swords, blood everywhere, fighting, dancing.
Shadow cocked her head to the side in slight confusion. Was this how humans conducted their high-class balls? She simply shrugged as an answer for herself and continued to inspect the people around them, rather than the actual commotion.
Shadow couldn't help but have her eyes traced down to the floor. There were just so many shadows! Nearly a playground for her, she thought with a small laugh. Her eyes happily followed one shadow to another to another to another until something struck her to the core.
Shadow set down her food and slowly began to crouch, her eyes narrowed and locked. A low, menacing growl came from within her as her ears flattened themselves against her head and all of her teeth began to show.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:57 am
How quickly the mood of their venture could change. Drejak was in the middle of a third plump turkey leg when his ears picked up the distinctly feral sound of his mate's growling. Calmly, he set the half-eaten morsel upon a napkin and turned to look down at her as she crouched.
"Ki- Shadow," he started, reaching out to place his left hand upon her right shoulder, "What is it?"
He knelt beside her, and turned his gaze to follow hers, searching for what had her so worked up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:03 am
Shadow couldn't bring herself to speak just yet. Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of what her eyes were telling her. If there was ever ONE constant anywhere she went, it was that there would be a shadow.
How is this possible? Her mind screamed repeatedly.
She felt her mate's hand on her shoulder but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. Finally in a quiet voice, so quiet she wasn't sure he would even hear it "That...man has no shadow." Another growl would escape her as her fur began to stand up.
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