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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:00 am
Yeah, she's the person I've known the longest... of my online friends. I've been RPing in her Boo Bar for 2 or 3 years now.
*continues with vanishing*
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:10 am
Maluc_Fieri ((Damn Ratchle... good to see you here... This is a great surprise. I didn't know you had any Ivalice Alliance experience... when did you play XII?)) Edit: *vanishes due to lack of computer time* (Started playing Thursday at Uhleesha's house. Logged eleven hours, broken into two sessions by a deep, contented sleep. *curses thy lack of internet access* Figures you would've figured out how to do it mentally by now! Edit: Heheh... Mally...)
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 6:47 am
The swarthy young centaur finished the task in no time flat. Such things came easily to her, and she quickly wrote down the runes and their meaning. If she was not mistaken, she had cracked eighteen letters of the alphabet-- only eight more to go. Rhiu scanned her translation book from front to back and found nothing. Heaving a sigh, she rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands once more, growing tired. How long has she been at this? Four, five hours maybe? Time seemed to have stopped in her little dormitory.
Getting up from the floor, she parted her curtain and stole a glance outside. The stars were dancing with the moon in the sky, crickets chirping softly in the tall grasses outside her window. Nightfall had descended upon her faster than she had thought. The centaur figured it was about time she went outside for some fresh air, if not to clear her mind.
From the corner in the room, she grabbed her dirk and looped it around her waist with the belt. You could never be too safe, at least in Rhiu's opinion. Without question, she stepped outside her dorm, locked the door and continued on her way down the empty halls. They were creepy, she would give them that. The shadows seemed to move with every step she took, the moonlight illuminating very little. She had seen things more scarier and more fearful than shadows, so she wasn't really bothered.
In a few minutes she had made it out into the garden that was just beyond the entryway of the Order's halls. There, in the middle was an elaborate fountain with, of course, a humongous statue of Hashmal himself in all his glory. Rhiu was drawn to it. Folding her arms across her chest, she glanced to her left and right, then made her way across the greens of the garden.
The statue itself stood at least eight feet tall, not including the edifice of the fountain. Hashmal stood in a most dignified manner, his hammer-hands were positioned in a way that would evoke a strange sense of gentleness. At this, she openly scoffed, for Rhiu never thought of Hashmal as a gentle being.
In that state of deep pondering, she was withdrawn back into her own world. A world where things were backwards and upside down, a world full of what-ifs and hows-that. Then something flew from the corner of her eye. Something small, winged and round and white, adorned with a flowing tail of gold. Startled, she whipped out her obsidian dirk with expert speed. The centaur's heart was beating a mile a minute, the blood rushing in her ears.
The small white blur landed with a dull 'thud' in the tall bramble adjacent to the fountain. As quietly as she could, Rhiu stalked over to the over grown bush, and, with dagger forward, parted away the weeds. Inside she found a small white puff, cowering. She could tell by the way it was moving, that this creature was injured. Without giving it any more thought, she gently gathered the puff up in her hands and headed back over to her dormitory to care for it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:25 pm
Lungs fill with rush of crisp air. Oxygen extracted from that air and dispersed through the blood. The diaphragm contracts, expelling the carbon rich gas; the exhaust of this biological machine. Opening my eyes was proving to be a bit harder than I had anticipated. Everything has just been so unsure lately, I had to time my optic input precisely. There was a randomizing wheel of possibilities spinning out there in the visible word, I just knew it, and it would stop on whichever was in place when I opened my eyes. Now. The urgent neuron split and forked, working its way into the muscles of my eyelids, ripping them open. I grinned at the surrounding walls. I'd managed to end up in the same reality I'd left. Score. Said reality found me leaning against a wall in the common room of the Order of the Leo, clad in lightly reinforced leather armor with a trainer's sword of traditional Western style at my hip, arms folded across my stomach. Leaning my head back against the wall, I couldn't tell up from down and it felt great. My brain ordered my eyes to jerk and spazz about as it tried to find a reference point to make sense of what was going on.
(Am I too forward to assume the existence of a common room? It's simply enough changed to speak of these halls that keep getting mentioned.)
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:05 pm
She smiled. Good, at least she was holding the image well. Alundra arose to her feet and clapped upon Mithras's victory and for his gaining another rank.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:20 pm
((No, there's a common room. You're right in your assumptions. I think I'll go home and make a nice layout of the hall of the order Leo.))
Vanishing in the same way he had when he'd promoted Rhiu, Maluc appeared in the main hall of the order, Mithras' new bow hanging in mid-air just as Rhiu's sword had. Looking to the wall, Maluc found a seemingly familiar face, though he couldn't place where he'd seen it before. "How do you like the hall, newbie?" He asked a playful smile coming to his face as he eyed her sword.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:31 pm
That voice. My eyes snapped onto the source of the vibrations as fast as they could, to the delight of the wrinkly organ betwixt my ears. Previously self-satisfied lips stretched and expanded their expression to the eyes of the face, joy practically exuding from the pores of the humanoid. "Grand. Simply grand." My arms uncoiled themselves and my hands met, lacing the fingers of each hand together. I stretched out, up, and then cupped my head with my hands. "Such magnificence is wasted on my meager taste palate, but I have a vague sense of something much greater than myself at work." My eyes couldn't stop moving over this familiar figure's frame. Of course, it was my brain re-asserting its rights over my body - not my overflowing excitement - that forced this constant motion.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:34 pm
Noticing everything she wasn't saying, right down to the jump in her heart rate, Maluc's grin widened. "Would you like to see my favorite room?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:38 pm
"Only if it would befit the host for me to soil its fine floors." Shaking my hands free of each other and sweeping my bent right arm in front of my torso, bending curtly at the waist, I bowed in a half-jesting manner.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:47 pm
"On the contrary, I think it would suit you quite well." With a snap of his fingers, they were in a dark room. Black tile along the floors, each adorned in golden trim, the white stone walls worn and stained from dozens of sprays of blood trailed from countless blades in motion. The ceiling high from the ground, unable to be seen, the only proof of a ceiling's existence being the stagnant darkness that hung over their heads.
"This is my private training room, I call it the battleground. Would you care to have a friendly sparring match with me? I'm interested in seeing how well you wield that brand new blade of yours."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:01 pm
The muscles of my back tensed with anticipation as the smell of the room swarmed my nostrils. There were lingering memories in the tiles, reflected for fleeting moments in their ebony surfaces. Pupils swelled, snatching what light they could as the near non-existent beams bounced off whatever they could find. The judge's voice cut through my greedy absorption of the room, but it took me a half-second longer to register what he said. I was mildly startled by his meaning. "What, this thing?" I asked, turning to draw the weapon. "I found it on the way here, nothing special." Extracting the (or at least as I remember it) unassuming blade from its drab leather sheath, I held it horizontally, not a foot from my chest.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:12 pm
Mithras' eyes widen for a moment, a slight smile on his face. He bows and remains in that position until his Judge fades away. "Thank you sir. Again, this is indeed an honor."
He rises to see his shining new bow hovering in mid-air before him. Mithras carefully walks up to it and grasps it with two hands, admiring it's craftsmanship and drawing a sense of strength from it.
"Things happen for a reason. I am where I'm supposed to be I guess. Simulation Abort."
The Colosseum and all its wonder and gore fade away into digital mist and Mithras is left standing in a now vacant room."Time to be social," he says to himself with a chuckle. He had lost track of how long he had been hanging out in the firing range. Now would seem like the appropriate time to get some air and rest. He walks out of the basement-like complex, out of the firing range, and back into the Hall of Leo.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:14 pm
"I say brand-new, because it's so obvious that you've never wielded it before. I wonder if you even know how to fight with a blade at all." Reaching to his side he gripped a handful of nothing a drew his sword from it. The blade was long and red, shifting from the gaze as a mirage would. It seemed to be bleeding heat from it in the way the air moved from it, but only cold be felt from it. "So? Shall we dance?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:23 pm
I laughed. "If you would so waste your time." I was vividly interested in the sword the judge produced, and I was always glad to watch him battle even if I was at the business end. Taking a step back, my left hand tightened on the oaken hilt grasped within it and raised above my head and to the left, tilting the tip downward and towards my right foot. I stretched my other arm out, down, and slightly behind me, fingers splayed. My left knee bent slightly and the right foot slid back a few inches, twisting to have the inside facing my soon-to-be opponent. "Lead and I shall follow." I spoke as solemnly as one could with a grin splitting their face in half.
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