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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:29 am
Alice Wiess Eddard leaned against the door frame not paying attention to much around him including Vince. The tailor meant well, but the chemistry between the two was basically nonexistent. She had to give Vince credit for trying to reenact with the stubborn serious soldier, but was ineffective. When she revealed her new appearance, he was the first to voice his positive opinion making her confidence sky rocket. Zecane was thorough impressed and probably wondered if she was the same person. Gently he caressed his hand under her's and she blushed an even more deep crimson. "Thank you, all of you. Vince I'm going to leave my items here at your shop. Your coming with us to the ball are you not? I'm sure they'll be plenty suitors to entertain." She said, pursuing him to come. "Shall we go? Oh Zecane, I over heard some police talking at the bath house and they said their captain is out enjoying the ball so it would be a waste of time going to the headquarters."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:06 am
 Zecane Raz-gar "I am coming to the ball of course, one of the perks of being the brother of a captain." Vince chuckled. "Yes you may leave your items here, I will be locking up after I change. I know there many at the ball." he smiled before heading to the back to his formal wear. "I had a feeling he was already there." Zecane said. "I will just speak to him there about the incident." he added. Vince returned a few minutes later, wearing a handsome, gray suit and vest with a black tie. He walked over and stood next to Zecane, once again it was hard to tell the two apart which the brothers enjoyed. " Yes, now that Vince is here. We can head out." Zecane smiled.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 12:34 pm
Eddard Wolfencrest "In this world you don't grow old...." Flamboyancy being a failing trait in Eddard's eyes, cause him to be a bit put off by Vince, but never the less, the man extended his hand to shake Vince's. "Thank you, it's also pleasure to meet you as well." Eddard being courteous. Vince was harmless and seemed to respect his space, so Eddard had no reason to be rude or insulting. Though after his greeting, he remained as silent as ever listening to the couple chat about the ball, and inquisiting on whether or not Vince would be intending. "Well now that everything is taken care of, shall we make our way to the ball?" Eddard said, his tone a bit lighter than usual, hoping that he did not seem as though he was rushing them. "Being weak, cowardly, and foolish will earn you an early grave."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 12:53 pm
Alice Wiess Vince wouldn't miss the celebration for all the money in the world. He exchanged his outfit for a more elegant gray attire and once he rejoined with the group, they were ready to take off. Alice wrapped an arm around Zecane's pulled him along eagerly gesturing for the others to follow. [Exit]
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:32 pm
Eddard Wolfencrest "In this world you don't grow old...."Seeing as everyone was ready to go, Eddard made his way out of the door. Heading into the direction of the ball. "Being weak, cowardly, and foolish will earn you an early grave."[exit]
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 2:34 pm
Trisha Nivea Military Police"A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done."
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Trisha walked through out the streets in the Inner ditrict. Seeing the fancy over exaggerated clothing sickens her. There are people in poverty and these nobles won't even throw a dime their way. She sighed, citizens greeted her and had meaningless conversation.Looking around she noticed other Military police leaving probably some ball was going on. Despite the fact she'd probably be stationed there to keep the peace. Her long brown curls bounce with every step she takes as she turns around and heads toward the ball. She might as well right?
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╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ʟocɑтιoɴ ⇨ Behind Wall Sina ж coмρɑɴy ⇨ No Oneж мood ⇨Proud
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:13 am
 Olletta sits in a short narrow alley between two small buildings. A filthy, worn ragged cloak is wrapped around her small body as she is huddled close to one of the buildings. The cloak is green and appears to be a very old Scouting Legion cloak; however, the wings on the back are almost scratch away. Some small holes have made their home in the fabric and some dark stains of old blood taint the fabric. The stains, however, show signs of trial and error in removing the red dyes. The cloak must have belonged to a Scout that had fallen and before it could be burned, was snatched away from its owner before the flames could claim it. Not many people notice her for a large barrel keeps most of her hidden from sight; however, she could see them. Them being the people that walk past her little spot. She waits....waits to see whom her target may be.
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