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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:52 pm
=|Echo Iselsi|=  Echo returned to the inn he was staying at. He noticed a woman had taken a room here as well, though she wasnt a ordinary woman...she was easily a fighter. most likely a merc since she didnt have a guard symbol. though he didnt care. the 2 rebels and the guards were his target.
Echo had his hood covering his face. his bright teal eyes gave him everytime so he hid them. "Mr.Iselsi, your room has been prepped just like you ordered."
Echo only turned and nodded "Thank you..." He continued his room passing Nika on his way to his room
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:30 pm
 • • • | | = ή ї ĸ ǻ = | | • • • < °°° questioning authority °°° > Nika looked over her shoulder before she had closed her door, seeing a figure in full armor move past her. Her pale gold eyes followed the man quickly, remembering the features to a dime. With that quick glance she moved into her room and closed the door quietly. She threw her pack in the corner of the room and plopped onto the mattress, surprised it was so comfortable. She let out a soft sigh. So what if a man with armor was there?
He's just a person, so why am I worried? I'm the Nightingale for God's sake! I've done so many missions, it makes everyone else's heads spin!
¤ It's better to burn out then fade away ¤
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:55 pm
=|Echo Iselsi|= Echo completely ignored the girl. He wasnt worried about her at all. There was only one person he feared and that was his ex-commander, and he wanted to kill him. Echo walked into his room and took off his armor lay down on his bed. Time to rest, then find those 2 rebles, kill them, then the royal guards... they will pay dearly Echo slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:06 pm
 <..:::Ira:::..>Ira walked out of the shop and into the light. her katana on her hip. It was sharpened to a perfect point. Just what she'd paid for. She walked away from the shop and strolled around. She didn't have anywhere she needed to be. She was just wandering around. A soldier stopped her and began interrogating her. She ignored his questions. Then he tried to take her blade. She punched him hard in the chin and then grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder. "No one touches my Blade." she growled as she left him there
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:07 pm
 Nyx: Youngest Princess of Astra
She took a deep breath as her best friend moved up beside her, letting it out in a sigh of soft relief. Letting him put her arm over his shoulders and leaning against him, she smiled some. She would have to figure out something to give to him or something to do for him when this was all over.
The soft touch he used to brush her hair left her in a shiver. She wasn't sure if she contribute it to his touch or her pain, but was sure that the shiver could have meant more than she was thinking about at this time. "Thank you, Blaze," she said softly in return, swallowing as the started to walk again. "Where will we go?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:16 pm
 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Wondering the streets of the city, Lynda enjoyed the activities taking place in the city. Listening to the calls, the offers, and children playing, she had to stop herself from getting caught up in it all. Handy a few children pieces of candy, Lynda ruffled the hair of one boy, smiling broadly as he ran to catch up with his friends. Losing site of the children, her expression quickly dropped. Remembering she was on a mission, Lynda scanned the area, searching for any source.
Feeling completely hopeless after a few tries, Lynda sighed in defeat. Throwing her hands in the air, the desperate woman roared into the air, only retrieving a few glances from the commoners. "Where in hell does this man live?!" Aggravated to no end, she wasn't in any better of a mood when a group of men who seemed to be from the royal guard came running in her direction. Standing her ground, she watched them slow their movements eventually coming to a stop. Opening her mouth to speak she was quickly cut off by a booming voice of man. "Lady Lynda, it seems that the Princess and her companion have escaped. From the looks of it they are heading towards the outskirts of the city," he stated bowing deeply in apology. Feeling a vein pulsate on her forehead, the woman restrained herself from screaming to the top of her lungs. "What are you waiting for?! We must prevent them from leaving the cities walls! Look for any sign of them, I don't care if it means force! Find them." Fuming, Lynda clinched her fists.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:26 pm
Marcus NataliMarcus was quiet for a moment, the only sound of their footsteps.
" There is a place in the desert. An ancient ruin that is protected by the tribes from outsiders. I was hoping we could escape there. If we can convince them. It is our only option. Every place else will most certainly be searched." Marcus told her. " There, we can set up a base of operations. Hopefully find some allies. Try and take back the empire..." He trailed off, knowing his plan sounded impossible.
" I don't know what else to do Nyx...but we have to try and stop the Order."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:49 pm
  Zellana twisted in her bed, shifting from one side to the other. Finally she opened her eyes, slowly at first then fully. Sitting up in her large bed she yawned, "God, what time is it?" She asked no one in particular, mid yawn making her question seem as if it were being sung by an opera singer. She slowly wormed her way out of bed, and stood up, bare feet on the cold tile floor. She gave one more yawn before going to the rest room to take care of the daily essentials. Exiting the rest room, clean and awake, she made her way over to her closet. She opened the oak wood door and peered inside the walk in closet. "Hmmmmm..." She thought, I still can't believe I have a day to myself. Zellana had a day of leave from working with the Royal Guard, it was the anniversery of her mother's death. It took alot to get a day of leave, and even then you could be called into action at any time, but major events and events where you were considered emotionally unready for battle usually got you a free day. Zellana returned to looking for something to wear. She usually wore the same thing, white silk shirt, black leather pants and black boots, but it was getting to the point that people were starting to question if that was all she had in her wardrobe. Walking inside she glanced around, "I guess it is all I have..." She thought aloud, "No wait..." She caught sight of a black silk shirt, though it was true she only owned black leather pants and one red gown for special occasions. She sighed, grabbed the clothes she would be wearing and got dressed. "I must go shopping soon..." She mumbled to herself. Standing up she walked to a wall rack and grabbed the very large sword hanging there. It was as tall as her, and heavy as hell, but she grew used to the weight and could swing the blade surprisingly fast. She slid it into the leather loop at her back that served as a make shift sheath and walked out of her room, and out of her house. Zellana looked around, she had her mother cremated so she had no grave to visit, this left her the entire day to herself. She didn't know what to do though, her life was dedicated to the Royal Guards, when not patroling or fighting she didn't do much of anything. With a small sigh of indifference she began to walk down the street, hoping for something to happen and break her from her boredome. Zellana liked living in the city and could not imagine living anywhere else, the noise, and hustle and bustle of the city calmed her. She made her way through the crowds, wandering aimlessly. She could tell she was being avoided by some people due to her rather large sword but paid it no mind. They think I'm weird now, but when the city is in trouble I know who they will be running to get. She thought defiantly. Looking around she noticed she had wandered into the Theatre district, and not only that, but she also noticed she was lost. Damn this district, its set up like a maze... Zellana looked around trying to find her way out. Maybe I should not have been wandering so aimlessly. She thought bitterly. With a sigh she picked a direction and began to walk again, Who knows, maybe I'll discover something new.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:23 pm
 Sabine -o- Winters• • • ((I'm so sorry for just leaving! u__u My friends called me up to go see a movie and halfway through it I realized that I hadn't said goodbye or closed Gaia!))
Sabine smiled, and wiped at her eyes a bit more to brush away any more offending tears that rested there. She saw him pull away and yawn, and that made her look away sadly. Her careless nightmare had roused him from his sleep... and after using his magic to get her away from the guard, he must have still been exhausted.
"You're still tired... Hell I would be as well." She said quietly, sitting up a little on the couch. She was exhausted too. "How about we rest some more... and make it a dinner instead."
She was pretty sure he had some questions about the events that had taken place earlier, and she figured that a lot would come out during that time. She looked up at him and shook her head before leaning over and brushing a few strands of his blond hair off of his face.
"It was annoying me." She said with a smirk before leaning back.
Sabine hissed again as she felt the pain in her shoulder and still in her chest. That wound would hopefully be gone soon, but whatever she did in her shoulder felt like something else that would need to be looked at. She was exhausted too... but with the feeling that another nightmare would take over her mind she felt that she could go without. It wouldn't be the first time she hadn't slept. Hopefully he couldn't see it in her eyes.
"Seriously... go back and get some more sleep. It can't have been more then 2 hours, and I really hate the fact that I woke you."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:37 am
 Iliad looked at Sabine and smiled, "Thanks for your concern but I'm not going to be able to get back to sleep," He stated, Not after this... He said. Talking with her about her nightmare just reminded him of his own, I havn't ever thought about my father's death, I did when it happened but it slowly drifted from importance to a sad memory. That was only half of the dream though, the other half, where I'm older, world weary, and about to he hung from a gallow... That really freaked him out. The future was always something on Iliad's mind, he liked the idea of planning ahead and knowing what life had in store for him, but if that was it, Iliad didn't want to think about it. Iliad was brought back to reality by a simple gesture. He looked at Sabine and smiled, "Thank you, that was sweet of you." He then seen her look of discomfort and sighed, "I'm sorry, I don't have anything here for pain, like I said, I usually don't get hurt." He smirked at the last part of his statement. Listening to Sabine he let out a sigh, "Like I said, I'm not going to bed, but you need some sleep." He paused, "A peaceful sleep, maybe if I stay here you won't find it neccessary to let your mind drift off to a dark place, and if it does I'll be right here to wake you up before it gets too bad." He doubted she would go for it, but he had to ask. He felt bad for her, cursed with such a nightmare, plus she really did need sleep. Unlike him she took quite a beating and would need a good rest before she could begin to heal in earnest.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:33 am
 †I am Noseraia... It was like a soft, gusting wind was rushing past this man, who stood about six foot five. His clothing ruffling to the side, and lashing out ever so slightly. His hair also doing the same, trying to mimic the clothing as best it could as he looked about. Little to no wind, though was actually blowing, it was just what happened to him, such was because of Leviathan. His protector, and god of sea, wind, and fire. Which, didn't really say much, but his prayer beads were producing a wind about his own body, a physical protection.
Though, he began to walk slowly, his hair and clothing falling flat against him, as his eyes began to scan about the area slowly. Nothing really caught his attention, just people walking by, as he was doing. One hand resting outside of his yakuta, whilst his arm was rendered immobile in the fold of the baggy clothing. His other arm sticking cleanly through the proper sleeve, and clutching at a single fist sized bead. He did not know why he was here, but instead, had just let his feet do the walking.
Which all led to him being here, looking upon different faces, different people, and all magic users. Soon, he was philosophizing, spouting words to himself, though in a loud enough manner, anyone close enough to him would be able to hear. "Oh now, why is it each person has their powers?! Why can't we just use them as we please? Will it kill us if we over do it?"
Then he bumped into a person, not even bothering to say "Excuse me" or "Pardon me", instead he just kept walking, wondering upon everything in existence. ...I am the wind†
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:28 am
• • • | | = ή ї ĸ ǻ = | | • • • < °°° questioning authority °°° >Nika had drifted off into an unexcepcted sleep and groaned. She was losing her touch. Falling asleep so suddenly? She could have been killed. Sorely, she moved her body to the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. Turning on the faucet, she hoped into the grimy shower. It skeeved her to no end, but she didn't mind. The opportunity at a warm shower was the best thought she could think of. The warm needles pierced at her skin lovingly, some stinging resulting. After a thorough washing, she turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a soft white towel around her body.
She stepped out of the room, fog following behind her. She opened her pack and found a spare pair of clothing, putting them on quickly. She shimmied out the door, locking the door behind her. She exited the inn and moved through people, in and out of the crowds. Her sword jingled every time she swerved through a man or a woman. A tall man bumped her shoulder roughly and she went back a step.
Rude huh?
Nika continued on her way.¤ It's better to burn out then fade away ¤• • •
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:14 am
=|Echo Iselsi|= Echo woke up from his sleep. It felt nice to get a good night sleep for once. something bothered his hand and he down at at it with a surprised kind of look. there was a thin briuse that ran from the top of his hand down to his wrist. this must have happened when i caught that one girls sword in full swing.. Echo put on his armor and began to walk outside. He would find those 2 no mater what today. He began to ask people around that area if they had seen where they went, but to no avail. the guard that Echo knocked flat out however didnt have much trouble finding him.
"You there, you are under arrest for assualting the guard" The guard ran at him with his sword out and aiming straight at him.
"Im not a guard, i hate the guards and ill kill the guards... lucky day for my friend" The Dru'Kai Dream Skinner was back and not very happy.
The guard, feeling threatened swung at echo with his Broad sword at echo head but never made contact...in fact it was the last thing he saw. echo again grabbed the sword slid behind the guard and dislocated his shoulder and side smacked the back of the man head with his guantlet. "Pathetic... why they fired me in beyond my comprehension but ill show them it was their worst mistake."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:51 am
†I am Noseraia... It was by mere coincidence that he turned around to actually see who he'd bumped into. A small smile lifting his lips, as he shut himself up from his random babbling, his head tilting just slightly to the side, before he began to follow after the woman. Intrigued, both hormonally as well as scientifically. Usually if he'd ran into someone they would have said something, a remark, or an ask for an apology. This female did neither, and to tell the truth, in his own eyes, she looked rather....ravishing.
In a matter of minutes, and a few extra long steps, he was standing next to the girl walking with her. His one arm resting in it's sling while the other moved with his feet, back and forth. Almost to the point where he was touching the girl with his swaying hand. Then he spoke up, a voice, deep, punctuating, and dark. "Might I ask...who are you?"
Then he looked to her, his hair slightly falling into his face as he did this. The beads wrapped neatly around his shoulders, and arms buldging over his clothing. Though they did not seem anywhere near heavy, at least not on this almost seven foot male. ...I am the wind†
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:06 pm
<..:::Ira:::..>Ira walked away from the man, heading towards the Main Gate. She was growing sick of this city. As she walked she was two people conversing about apparently one running into the other. Oh well. It didn't matter to her. Ira stopped as a group of kids ran past her, crossing her path. She didn't mind children. They were a gift. But many people didn't think of them that way. She watched them go and continued on her way. Her sword moving slightly as she walked in the direction of the Main Gate.
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