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 Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:42 pm
POD_AngelOfDestruction "S-ss-sire we ummm the blacksmith Saibara i-is not here right now...I heard he went to Rotterdam...", a voice from one of the houses replied as some of the village men tried to pull the old man's corpse out of the beast's path.
"Well then," he began, drawing the blade 'Meiringan' once more, "I have no more use for you if that is the case."
With that being said, he lunged forward, bringing the dark blade downward upon the strongest man he saw amongst the weak, defenseless humans of this town.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:42 pm
nEOROTIC_nARCOTik "Flattery will get you everywhere. Hmmmm..." She drew the word out, considering, even as she rolled her eyes at Raul's tone. Yes, it was true that the man-thing would likely remember them, or at least him, but Kalasin didn't trust strangers. "I suppose I should ask you where you're heading, then, but it doesnae really matter.." She mused aloud. Kalasin's fingers came up to tap at her chin lightly as she thought. "Safety in numbers, aye." Studying the man on the bed, the girl's entire face seeming to frown. Her eyes narrowed and she made one of her act-first-think-maybe decisions. "Ah, well. I dinnae particularly trust you, but I suppose I can always kill you in your sleep if you try anything." A spark of humour lit her face briefly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:52 pm
POD_AngelOfDestruction Another laugh racked Raul's bandaged body, sincerely amused at the girl's wit only to start coughing at the effort he is exerting to sit up, let alone laughing loudly. As his chest finally ceased to hurt, he smiled at Kalasin, patting the back of her hand as she clasped her hands on her lap. "I'm headed to Transylvania, I do not know where you are headed but I can assure you that while we are together on the road I will guard you with my life..." She snorted. "Guard me with your life, eh? Do I look like a bloody hot-house lily that'll wither and die without the proper protection befitting a lady? No." She settled back in her chair, her hands tenting in front of her face as she observed the man, wishing she knew him well enough to smack him for talking like an idiot. "Worry about your own life first, and then the verbal abuse you're going to have to put up with second. As to where, I'm not really going anywhere. I'm just going."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:56 pm
nEOROTIC_nARCOTik She snorted. "Guard me with your life, eh? Do I look like a bloody hot-house lily that'll wither and die without the proper protection befitting a lady? No." She settled back in her chair, her hands tenting in front of her face as she observed the man, wishing she knew him well enough to smack him for talking like an idiot. "Worry about your own life first, and then the verbal abuse you're going to have to put up with second. As to where, I'm not really going anywhere. I'm just going."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:06 pm
POD_AngelOfDestruction "Oh? Quite an attitude you've got there my pretty, I didn't mean no offence at all when I said I would guard you with my life.", he then continued with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "What verbal abuse?..." A raised brow in response. Kalasin tsked. "What did I say about the name-calling, hmm?" Then she chuckled. "Take no offence at me taking offence; the attitude willnae bite if you leave it alone." She got up and stretched her arms out in front of her, trying to work the kinks out of her shoulders. It was a while before she said anything else. "I fear I dinnae quite have a hold over my temper," Kalasin said finally. "It may get the better of me, and you may be called anything from a bumbling fool to... well, something entirely less pleasant." She shrugged. "And replace 'may' with 'most likely'."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:41 pm
nEOROTIC_nARCOTik POD_AngelOfDestruction "Oh? Quite an attitude you've got there my pretty, I didn't mean no offence at all when I said I would guard you with my life.", he then continued with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "What verbal abuse?..." A raised brow in response. Kalasin tsked. "What did I say about the name-calling, hmm?" Then she chuckled. "Take no offence at me taking offence; the attitude willnae bite if you leave it alone." She got up and stretched her arms out in front of her, trying to work the kinks out of her shoulders. It was a while before she said anything else. "I fear I dinnae quite have a hold over my temper," Kalasin said finally. "It may get the better of me, and you may be called anything from a bumbling fool to... well, something entirely less pleasant." She shrugged. "And replace 'may' with 'most likely'."
He then yawned, as if talking was draining the life out of him, "How long before I can get out of here? I hate being a bother to anyone..."
(oh have you seen my other roleplay btw? razz )
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:52 pm
POD_AngelOfDestruction "Oh I am quite used to getting called names...", Raul smirked as he replied, looking out the nearby windown as sun shone upon the room. "My teacher Trystan would always call me the meanest names all the time...", the man then laughed as vivid memories of his younger life rushed through his mind, and then with a grin he continued, "And I'm not calling you names at all Miss Kalasin...I just find you quite a really exquisite being to be around with, thus pardon me if I try and flatter you..."
He then yawned, as if talking was draining the life out of him, "How long before I can get out of here? I hate being a bother to anyone..."
(oh have you seen my other roleplay btw? razz ) {( White Lies? It looks good =D )}
She glanced over, deciding it would be healthier for everyone if she compeltely ignored the first part. "They dinnae say. Bloody doctors..." Kalasin grumbled, putting her hands in her pockets. "I dinnae think it'll be too long, but the idiots wouldna tell me anything. Had t' say I was your sister just to get them to let me in here. Secretive morons. But probably not too long." The teenager sighed. "I'm not tiring you out, am I? I could go..." She offered.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:42 pm
Swordsman...hmph, figures Relanna thought, a tad begrugdingly. But she pushed the thought aside not wanting to be rude. She gave Varen a reasurring grin over her shoulder. She trusted the man's jugdment, and since he hadn't made any move yet to interfere, she figured she had nothing to worry about.
She giggled again when he asked why she was here, and smirked at him, "I take it that means you do not know who I am," she stated, amused, "But I suppose I never really have been popular among you soldier types and such. I am a singer, to put it simply, and this lovely city just so happens to be the last stop in my latest tour," she made a dramatic movement with her hand as she gestured to the surrounding buildings and sighed, "My final performance is tomorrow night, and then I'll have at least two whole months of no busy work."
((just to let ya'll know, I'm leaving tomorrow to go to choir festival, and I won't be back till Sunday))
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 4:59 pm
{Leaving Arbroath, Scotland}
The town of Arbroath, Scotland was a ghost town, all her people slain. Buildings were splotched with blood that had flown astray as the demon sliced and smashed his victims. The streets were soaked with crimson pools. Standing in the middle of this disaster was none other than Tai, whom was heading towards the city's exit, planning on finding the blacksmith Saibara. Thus, he began his journey towards Rotterdam.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 10:44 am
Wandering through the main ballroom, Warren could see countless statesmen and legislative workers, not to mention numerous guards, however, none seemed to match the description he was given regarding Alexander Whitefield.
Little runt must be hidin'...
As one man passed by him, Warren caught him by the arm and asked him,
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know where I might find Mr. Whitefield? I have an important dossier I am supposed to deliver to him."
"Erm, not entirely certain, monsieur, but I believe he was speaking with one of the Transylvanian royalty earlier, he might still be with him."
"Thank you."
Dammit all to hell...
Warren Knight was a paragon of assassins and interrogators, but when the target cannot be found, he's stuck as an actor in a legislative suit.
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