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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:46 am
 These people could not be serious. He had to actually deal with that child around the palace, and Jaren didn't seem to find any problem in being a severe bother no matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, and no matter who was involved. And of course, being Drake's right-hand man meant having to deal with the little turd more often than not. Murphy had dealt with more evenings of chasing down a nude Jaren than he preferred, and he hadn't wanted to see the kid shirtless, much less butt naked in the middle of the desert. He hadn't said anything when Jaren vanished, but the relief practically washed over the Assassin at the news. It was much easier to handle his babysitter, Ali. At least Ali could uphold a conversation and follow orders without pissing himself or destroying something. Again. Murphy had thought he'd actually have himself a short reprieve in the library after everything that had happened; tucked away into the corner, surrounded by a small circle of books and another in his lap, he believed he could actually get some peace and quiet for once. And indeed, for a while, that was definitely the case, and Murphy almost let himself relax. And then Jaren finally reappeared in one of the worst ways possible, and Murphy couldn't quite bring himself to get up in order to drag him off just yet. His previous expression of mild pleasantness vanished, and he frowned silently. Murphy settled further into his nook in the corner of the room and turning a page in his book. "Idiot..." he muttered. Murphy reached up and flicked a lock of hair off of his eyes and read on, keeping an ear on the fiasco across the room. [[assume that if this is, chronologically, shortly after Murphy's fight with Legault, that he got himself changed and went to the library from there.]]
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:08 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxxJust as she and Melethia were beginning to have a meaningful conversation, an unexpected pest erupted into action. Jezebel jumped as Jaren leaped out of the pile of junk and jerked around just in time to see him land right into Melethia's cleavage. Her face sunk at first and then went to a blushing rage. "What the hell are you doing in here?! Augh, no wonder it smells like piss in here! You little piece of s**t!" She jumped over to where he was as Melethia was pounding him. "Move over, let me at him!! I'll cleave him! I'll chop his little twig right off!!"
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 2:07 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME!  Jaren had a tiny inkling that he may have made a mistake somewhere along the way. He had just come to the realization that the colossal chest he'd landed in wasn't actually Ali's when the owner of the busty bosoms in question yanked the myrmidon out of the massive mammeries by the hair (which was very greasy for the tiny cramped space he'd been hiding in had been very hot and sweaty, and so made a delightful squelching sound. Probably left a disgusting feeling in her hand too). Her fist never connected with gut though, instead Melethia was just repeatedly punching the thick tome Jaren had in his hands cleverly positioned in front of his soft stomach. He'd been expecting to bap Ali on the head with it as a joke, but it made a very good shield as well."You think it's ok to put your face into a woman's chest you perverted piece of s**t!? HUH!?"Jaren responded quickly and with no hesitation, "I didn't know you were a woman!" unfortunately. Confounding the matter a second pair of full funbags joined the fray, Jaren couldn't hear what Jezebel was saying but he was aware that two women were fighting over him.
Lucky Jaren. "Ladies! Please don't fight! There's enough of Hero to go around!" he yelled inbetween punches to his book.
Sadly he didn't think she'd heard him, "What's that I didn't hear you!""Wait was that a question?" He shouted back. "Because you didn't put a question mark aft---- PRRRRGH"
The book didn't block his face however and with a loud SPLLLLOORCH Jaren's greasy, sweaty and unwashed hair slipped out of her grip (Leaving a trail of gross fluid behind). The slap stick wasn't over yet however as the book went flying out of his hands and Jaren landed directly in Murphy's lap, nude as the day he was born.
Panicked the naked myrmidon started crawling all over the assassin in an attempt to get behind him and use him as protective cover, he only stopped when he noticed something shocking.
"Wait, Jezebel... are you... blushing?" Halfway up Murphy, it was Jaren's turn to blush. "That's so... cute I didn't know you could be so adorable Jezzy!" We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:05 pm
In the year 581, the Sentrian royal family had re-established their power in the central capital of Ardinia. King Sharma began reconstruction of the cities surrounding Ardinia with the aid of his faithful wife, Queen Suniti. The grasp of power in the various regions of the country solidified around the capital, which led diplomatic conduct between the various countries, particularly Adliana, which had suffered severe damages from the quest of the Nine Heroes to defeat The Dark God. Spurred by the positive relations between themselves and their nomadic brethren and the majesty of the plains, King Sharma spearheaded the construction of various oases throughout the city to bring the joy such verdant beauty back to his desert homeland. The project, a sweeping success after initial troubles with underground reservoirs, was expanded through the outlying villages around the capital, then reaching through the country. Some of these oases are still in use to this day as rest stops and focal points of construction to new villages, while others fell into disrepair and exist only as deserted remains." 'The largest of all the oases was constructed in the capital itself, in the center of the city. It is said by travelers that the sight of the setting sun catching the light of the glittering water of the fountain in the center of the oasis would cause the water to appear as if it were made of pure gold...' The book's about forty years old now, but everything in it seems to be about accurate still to this day..." Murphy placed a piece of paper inside the book and closed it, reopening to the front cover to check the date. "Yes, about forty years now," the Assassin murmured. Murphy glanced at the front cover of An In-Depth Look Into Sentrian History: 400-699 AC, looked to the other books gathered in a wide circle around him, and put it down carefully on top of a shorter stack near his foot. These, he would borrow to read later, when he was assumed to be asleep. Murphy didn't get many opportunities to read otherwise. "I wonder where I put the Es--"The books stacked in front of Murphy were knocked to the floor as an unpleasantly-familiar figure landed in his lap. Why is he greasy. Murphy went stock-still as Jaren began to clamber over and around his lap, behind him, and clinging onto his back. Why is he naked.
"..." Murphy reached back and, without any concern for Jaren's pain threshold, grabbed his hand in a vicegrip, lifting it off of his shoulder. Murphy turned then, dropping his hand, and stood up. "I don't have time for this." Murphy stooped down, picked up three books from the floor, including the Sentrian history book, and turned to face Jaren. "...And I thought I told you--" Murphy casually lifted himself onto his toes and reached for a book on a shelf high above-- "Oh, oops--" the book 'slipped' from his hand and landed directly on Jaren's head, where he crouched on the floor below-- "--to not touch me."Murphy tossed a glance over at Jezebel, carefully holding the books under one arm, where Jaren's body oils wouldn't damage their binding. "He's all yours." Murphy flicked a lock of hair out of his eyes and walked away from the scene. Going to have to burn these clothes...
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:45 pm
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Legault was now keeling over, his few half-sealed wounds opening up slightly due to the Runesword's unfinished healing. However, he hardly even noticed on account of the fact that he'd gone from chuckles to full-blown laughter. It'd been a long time since he'd straight-up laughed like this, but then he'd have to be Jaffar to not find this scene as amusing as it obviously was. In fact, it was really too bad the guy who'd pounced on Melethia was surely about to die for his sins...but then, he must have been someone important if Murphy hadn't done the deed himself. And also given that he was allowed to live here.
"Heh. All kinds to make a world, eh?" he wondered aloud between pained laughs as Murphy left the room. Legault vaguely noted the inexplicable grease and a slight odor on the smaller assassin that had certainly come off of the very fortunate "Hero" and grinned even wider.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:52 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Her anger had gotten worse. She saw that her hands and gloves were now stained. She liked the gloves. Melethia turned around and started to stomp her way over to Jaren, pulling off her gloves. Her hands, and the scars that were hidden, were now exposed. Her brown eyes were now red, pupils are slits, and her teeth are more fang like.
"I liked those gloves." She stated. Her voice was a growl at this point. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill that piece of s**t!?" She growled again. Something then got her attention. It was the smell of blood and heard laughter. Even through Legault's cloak she could smell it. She turned her head to the assassin.
"Huh," She growled, "I forgot you were bleeding over there Legault. By the way, what's so damn funny!?" She took a few steps over to him and growled. "Do you think it's funny for me to be pissed off!?" Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:01 pm
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Legault straightened up as Melethia stomped over to him, willing the smirk on his face to go away and not even wincing as his wounds stung from the slight movement. "No no, not at all."
Unfortunately, Legault broke out into a wide grin afterward and starting chuckling to himself again. "Okay, yes. But to be fair, it suits you." He winked after that statement, not bothering to clarify.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 12:16 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames The wink and the complement made Melethia blush slightly. She sighed, taking off Legault's cloak and tossing it at him. This made her fangs actually now visible. She looked at him and sighed again.
"Thanks I guess," She said, walking over to the pile of things she thought was worth keeping and grabbed whatever she could.
"Can you stand Legault?" She asked. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 4:11 pm
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'Ahaha. Somehow reminds of the Dame Knight...' he thought, noting the brief expression on Melethia's face. Past that tinge of red, he also noticing those fangs of hers. Not that he was actively paying attention to them, but they looked natural now for some reason.
Still smirking, Legault caught his coat and stood up straight. "Of course. But whether I can walk depends on if we're going anywhere. If you're finished, I'd like to go and rest in...wherever I'll be staying."
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:23 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames "Well Legault finding a place to stay is simple." There was a smirk on Melethia's face. "I just find a room I like and claim it as mine. If anyone has a problem with that then they can go screw themselves or try to beat me in a fight." The half-dragon walked slowly so Legault could keep up with her.
"If you need help or rest let me know." At this point her facial features were more human again. Even though she was looking for a room she was still a bit distracted by Legault's winking and his words.
"What did he mean that being pissed off suited me?" She thought to herself. "Did he think it was cute or something? Does he think I'm cute? If he does he needs a reality check." She stopped at a room that caught her attention. She looked around with her eyes.
"Well it looked big enough for me to do what I want." She mumbled. "There looks like there is even two beds." She motioned to Legault. "I think I found the room come on." She walked into the room waiting for Legault. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:35 pm
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"Right. So I guess we'll just be assuming no one will mind, then?" he asked quietly, more speaking to himself than to her. "As for walking, I'll be fine. That kid seems to be moving like there was never any fight to begin with, so a proud warrior such as myself should be able to bear the pain." He was obviously joking when he said that - an assassin was far from a proud warrior. Still, he got to live another day, and that was always nice.
It did bother him that that Murphy kid had recovered so fast. Or at least masked his discomfort well. Sighing, Legault came upon the room Melethia was talking about and gave it a once-over. Nothing special, but at least it wasn't the desert. "How fortunate...I assumed I'd be sleeping on the ground like a proper prisoner." He chuckled a bit, knowing that he was technically supposed to call himself a bandit now.
Still, he felt that earlier rage from earlier boil up once more. The need to blame someone for his situation right now. Whether it be Melethia, Murphy, or Drake...someone had to pay, in the end. Not to say he'd kill anyone, especially not Melethia (who had brought him here but sort of saved his life in the process), but currently he was looking forward to the time when he could abandon this accursed desert and search for anyone else from Elibe. Fulfilling a life debt to Melethia came second to that priority, unfortunately.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 12:28 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia closed the door behind her and Legault and set the stuff she carried down on a bed. She then looked at it looking for a heal staff for Legault.
"While I go looking for the stuff I need, I'm going to need you to undress a bit to show me where all your wounds are." She said. "I know some of them reopened since you thought I was funny while being pissed off. Smart thing to say to your healer." The half-dragon found the staff she was looking for.
"Well I found it." She said looking at it. "Hmmm..." Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 12:41 pm
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Legault sighed and began to take off the parts of his clothing darkened by old and new stains of blood. He wasn't particularly squeamish about stripping down so that a woman could examine his wounds. Sure it was a flattering thought that a person of the opposite gender would admire his form (scrawny though it may have been), but there was little more than that.
"All right then. Enjoy." Legault smirked and indicated that everything that needed healing was visible.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:25 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia turned around to see Legault. "I've seen better." She thought as she walked over and inspected his wounds.
"Well, nice to know you won't die from these. Some will leave scars though." She looked at him now eye level. "Though judging by the fact that you already have two on your almost flawless and handsome face, I doubt you'll mind." Melethia got up and pointed the staff at Legault as it starts to glow. Legault then starts to glow as he gets healed. She noticed though there was something around his midsection wasn't healing quite right. The half-dragon got on her knees to get a better look at it. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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