Micheal wandered in a haze, unsure of what to do, or were exactly he was going. Was there someone at the knighting ceremony with him? he couldn't even remember that much. But he let his feet do the walking and tried to sort his thoughts.
He needed purpose. Something, anything familur.
The sound of snide comments drifted out the door. He had no idea what was going on, but... he walked in.
"Oh who are we insulting?"
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My character's name: Micheal Character's journal link:linklink BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and well build it is clear that Micheal once worked hard for a living. His hands contain calluses from handling a plow. His face is tanned along with ever bit of exposed skin, a testament to how long he was out in it. On his right arm is a series of scars as well as a tattoo of a tiger. Under the jacket on his shoulder is another tattoo of a star.
Micheal has a nice red cloak that was torn at some point. He still wears it. he also has a tool belt full of little items designed to be helpful in a bad situation. Over his shoulder he has a heavy ax slung which he carries with ease. He has a smile full of adventure, and a touch of mischief.
The Semblance of Unity
Nio Love
hi oh wait this is not trisha. sorry.!
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:24 pm
It had not taken long for Mildred to become completely engrossed in her attempts to salvage as many of these materials as she could, so the nearby voice made her jump with a start, sending her toppling over into the pile of pages beside her.
She'd just stacked those.
"There are no angels in heaven. Only the stars and the celestial bodies that accompany them," she flatly corrected him, in a matter-of-fact way that implied this was something she undoubtedly knew, despite being utterly incapable of remembering how. "But yes. These are books."
The dilapidated tome in her hands was nearly falling apart at her touch, which pained her to register. Trying to help, and she was destroying it instead.
With a sharp sigh, she clutched the book a little tighter and looked back up at him. He resembled the blur of the sun, but was slightly less painful to stare at.
Slightly.
"Or they were books, I suppose." A solemn shake of her head was the single acknowledgement she made to the second man who approached her, accompanying her regretful news. Her thumb brushed a flaking layer off of the cover as she glanced back and forth between them, never seeming to actually manage to really look at either. "When does a book cease to be a book? How much of itself must be lost before it is not a book at all?"
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My character's name: Mildred Kercher Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
But she does not have glasses. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
As the two men were fussed over and treated, Ruth stepped back out of the way. There was little she could do that the others hadn't already done and it was always amusing to watch how people carried themselves.
The massive marvel of masculinity seemed to have found himself another lady to woo and Ruth sidled up to Flower. The movement was small but pointed, as her elbow lightly nudged the other woman. The blonde would have given a conspirator's wink if her eyes were visible. She did so anyway and whispered (though it sounded more like she intoned) "All the type of blooms you could be and you chose a Wallflower?"
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My character's name:Ruth Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, blonde, and frail-looking, Ruth's eyes are always obscured either by her bangs or by a headgear. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
The Semblance of Unity
Sheyenne Thunderstorm
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:27 pm
Estel smiled as Johan sat down without complaint. When Shun sat down too, her smile grew wider. "What did you learn this time, then?" she asked, addressing them both.
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My character's name: Estel Herald Character's journal link:Here. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Short black hair. Violet eyes. Petite, delicate-looking. Sixteen years old. Dressed in monochrome colors - black cloak, black-and-white dress, white apron. Crescent pin in her hair. Rank of character: Knight-apprentice. Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:31 pm
"We came to that conclusion ourselves shortly after we concluded the match." Johan admitted to the brown-haired man. "Johan. Johan Klarstein."
He turned back to Shun.
"I have to assume that whoever trained me forced me to use my off-hand." he replied. "I doubt I would have been able to continue with any strength otherwise."
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Miliardo Kason
Blade Kuroda
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:31 pm
After a while, Shayne finished up with Shun's arm. "There you go. Next time take better care of yourself okay?" He told the dark haired guy as looked up at him. "Also, didn't you just told me to leave my doubts behind?" He added in a more serious yet gentle tone of voice. "So there wasn't any doubts about helping a friend in need." Shayne smile grow wider.
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of characterapprentice-knights.
This conversation was not going exactly the way he wanted. And it always went exactly the way he wanted. Something was severely impeding his ability to penetrate the shell of apathy around the jewel of the knighthood, or so he considered her. He thought it was time to turn on the charm, but he found himself running on empty when he attempted it. His expression went from smiling, to confused, to smiling, to confused, to smiling, to UTTERLY SELF-BETRAYED.
"Yes." That was his response to her questions, which of course made no sense because he hadn't actually been listening - nor would he have had anything to say about it if he had. "Indeed! Come, let us - "
Competition leered it's dangerous head, as a man who was actually able to speak around her began to discuss the books with the woman Robert had already assumed he was going to marry and bear a baker's dozen worth of children with after being crowned King.
Dillon was treated to a puffed up chest and crazed, overly angry glare. Robert reacted like a predatory beast whose territory had been encroached.
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Zyphiris
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My character's name: Robert Morris Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688713 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER The thud you are now hearing is the sound of ladies around the world swooning, and Sir Robert is not sorry. With a broad chest and muscular arms, he embodies strength and power, enough to wield his massive greatsword, [ THUNDERFURY, BLESSED BLADE OF THE WINDSEEKER ]. It's his duty to seek the greatest of glory, even if he has to save every single damsel in distress all at once with his hand tied behind his back and his eyes closed. He'll do it, you know. He totally will. Physical Description: Sir Robert is draped in glistening knightly battle gear, covered by a silk robe that looks way too expensive for actual fighting, but that's fine - he dramatically rips it off before a fight anyway. This is immediately followed by a slow motion whip of his lustrous man of gold hair, that always seems to be blowing charmingly in the wind that doesn't necessarily exist.
Even indoors. HorseShire Horse named Galaxy Rank of character apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:34 pm
There was a surprised shout, a shhh, and the cavernous hallways of the castle did nothing to muffle the sound. Two knights arguing. Two Great Knights arguing.
-"Misplaced the map," continued the first one, a knight in Green, most likely Sir Gawain. Despite common belief, he was a rather short man, with a long beard he called his alchemist beard, which he refused to trim for any reason. As such, there was currently a small collection of tree branches, flowers, paper clippings, and most likely even a small bird's nest hidden all in his beard, "you can't just misplace the map of all of Camelot."
"I didn't misplace it," clarified the other Great Knight, as tall as the other was short. He carried himself with the sort of air one would expect from royalty, proud and regal, wearing an elaborately ornate gold cape. Despite extravagant appearances, he was always the polite, reserved sort of knight, making Sir Galahad quite the eligible Great Knight bachelor of all ladies (and potentially men). He adjusted his spectacles, "you, told me you had it. You said things were under control. Well, things are clearly not under control if the Great King is missing."
The words missing (missing, missing, missing) echoed down the hall, and the two of them froze in silence, staring up at everyone else in the vicinity like two deer caught in the middle of some hunting party.
"You... didn't hear that did you," deadpanned Gawain.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:40 pm
At least this lot was compassionate; he watched as the injured were attended to and merely stepped back once it looked as though the floor wouldn't be stained further with blood. The noise and small crowds forming deterred him from speaking up; a book would do until whatever happened next.
Which, as it was, was the sighting of two of the great knights themselves. Jack immediately snapped his book closed and bowed his head in respect in case they came their way, but their conversation unfortunately carried down the way. "Missing?" he echoed as he raised his head, stunned and incapable of stopping himself from speaking out of turn. "Sir Knights, I don't mean to intrude, but is something the matter?"
Zoobey
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My character's name: Jack Hawthorn Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER [ x ] Talltalltall, sharp green eyes, blond hair, jagged scar on left side of face, somewhat stoic look Rank of character Knight-apprentice (1d4)
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:41 pm
The room had probably changed a bit since the last time either of the Great Knights were here: Estel and Rhiannon had spent some time neatening things up, earlier.
That meant that several of the maps previously strewn about the floor had been spread out neatly on the table in the center of the room - and most of the books returned to the shelves.
Estel, who had most definitely heard that, peeked out the hall. "...I... think we did, sir. Would you like us to pretend we didn't? Or is there any way we can help?"
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My character's name: Estel Herald Character's journal link:Here. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Short black hair. Violet eyes. Petite, delicate-looking. Sixteen years old. Dressed in monochrome colors - black cloak, black-and-white dress, white apron. Crescent pin in her hair. Rank of character: Knight-apprentice. Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
Marzena had been in the shadows, flipping through a book and peering at the spectacle that was a man glowering at another as though he was some sort of threat to-- oh. Was he really going to attempt to indulge in romance when he should be concentrating on their fight?
"You've got to be kidding me." She muttered darkly. This was the kind of people she was going to work with?
And yet she still watched, because it was somewhat amusing, until the voices of two Great Knights arguing made her tear her eyes away.
"Of course we can hear you." She said dryly, snapping shut the book she had been examining earlier. "What do you mean he's missing?"
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My character's name: Marzena Adriatico Character's journal link:X BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Marzena could be aptly described as an ice queen; it is rare to see her even break a smile. With a head of long platinum blonde hair, she wields a longsword with a fiery determination. The best way to gain her respect is through one's wit and strength, and she is a loyal ally once she deems you worthy. Rank of character Apprentice-knight. (1d4) Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
zoobey
kuuropii
look she's here!
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:43 pm
"I don't have friends," Shun said dully to Shayne. Shaking his head, he looked to the black haired apron girl and shrugged.
"No matter what damage your foe has sustained, they are not out of the fight until they are out of the fight," he replied to her. He turned back towards Johan and nodded. Shun used the katana with both hands... using with one seemed like it would be somewhat less effective. But the other man managed.
He gave pause as he heard two voices within the hallway. Two of the great knights were out there. Slowly, he rose up from his seat to see what was going, halting when something that shouldn't be said ended up getting blabbed.
"The great king is what." he deadpanned out.
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My character's name: Shun Kuroda Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark haired and cloaked. A sheathed katana rests at his waist. Rank of character apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Zee Oddwyn
Sheyenne Thunderstorm
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:44 pm
“A book ceases to be a book...when it no longer contains the knowledge it was guardian of?” He was far less eloquent than the well-spoken lady, and an embarrassed blush crept upon his face. “But what could steal from books in such a manner, rather than have their physical selves destroyed-”
For some reason, he felt as though he knew the answer. He too, was missing some of him, his memories.
“And uh,” his gaze met Robert's, who was clearly not pleased with him. “What do you suppose, fellow good sir?”
Nothing Yet
Nio Love
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My character's name: Dillon Avery Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A average looking young man who appears slightly more rugged due to recent events. Has a light-hearted demeanor, although often caught spacing out in deep thought Rank of character Apprentice Knight Sacred Points obtained: /100
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:46 pm
"I totally heard it." Micheal gave the knight a small smile. He didn't have any memories but, he seemed to find the situation slightly amusing. He probably shouldn't.
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My character's name: Micheal Character's journal link:linklink BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and well build it is clear that Micheal once worked hard for a living. His hands contain calluses from handling a plow. His face is tanned along with ever bit of exposed skin, a testament to how long he was out in it. On his right arm is a series of scars as well as a tattoo of a tiger. Under the jacket on his shoulder is another tattoo of a star.
Micheal has a nice red cloak that was torn at some point. He still wears it. he also has a tool belt full of little items designed to be helpful in a bad situation. Over his shoulder he has a heavy ax slung which he carries with ease. He has a smile full of adventure, and a touch of mischief.
Llyr just nodded because that definitely seemed like the right thing to do. He glanced over Dillon's shoulder in an attempt at seeing what was written on the pages of the book, but there seemed to be no real explanation for them other than a great deal of confusion.
His attention was drawn sideways, to the two men who had just entered. Llyr absentmindedly drew closer to the shelves, and to the shorter woman who had just entered, a look of annoyance on her face as she stared at the knights with unabashed irritation.
"I fear," said Llyr delicately, to no one in particular, "that this is possibly a Bad Situation."
A pause.
"Could you possibly explain what you have lost, and perhaps we can help find it?" he asked kindly to the men, giving them an encouraging smile. "Perhaps we can be of assistance."
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My character's name: Llyrendil Character's journal:Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: See avi! Character rank: Apprentice - Knight
