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Jan_Tanner

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:35 pm


((I take it you haven't looked in the OOC then...))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:38 pm


(( well i have and I think you should just let it play out instead of forcing it forward. There's not really and end, or not anytime soon anywasy so there is no reason to rush.))

Sir Fig of Newton
Crew


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:39 pm


((yes I have... and I still say the same thing... save your post until Crow posts the time change))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:42 pm


((well then next time say the same thing first, becouse I know better then to go off posting things like time changes in the storyline without approvial. If you didn't want me to post the time shift then just say so first, it's not like I posted this five seconds after Raven said I can move on to the next day))

Jan_Tanner


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:48 pm


((you should have known.. God.. get over this whole... its not my fault thing... its really starting to bug me))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:09 pm


(((Alright gentlemen, here is the deal. The part of the story with Khastur, Issildia, Archer and other assorted characters has only recently hit nightfall. So either you can use this time to put in some character development to aid in defining your characters...which is what I would recommend. Or you can pull a time jump and run on ahead if you can't think of a more subtle plotline to follow until daybreak. Like I said I would take this chance to work on some character development at the Larovian camp, defining the motives and the personalities of your characters. )))

Issildia Nevar
Crew


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:10 pm


((Alright.. I have a flashback/dream to get to *poofs into another post*))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:12 pm


((*sighs* no now I get to go have fun deleteing my last posts and figureing out how to add depth to my character -_-))

Jan_Tanner


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:14 pm


((already done))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:16 pm


((thanks.... I might have wanted to save that so I could have posted it later... but I guess I can still go back a hundred or so pages to see if I can get it again))

Jan_Tanner


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:18 pm


((your in luck shmucko... I saved it... ))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:19 pm


((lucky break I guess, can you PM it to me so once this whole night/day thing is over I can use it again))

Jan_Tanner


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:21 pm


((ugh))
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:45 pm


Grevious smiled in his meditating as a fond memory rose up from his sub-concious. This happened a few time before so it was no suprise to him. As he rembered, the temple came into view and he watched the scene before him as if he was watching while looking through a mirror. The memory was back when he and Sin were sparring at the temple. The monks had fromed a large circle around the two and at one area two others stood apart from the monks. One was a slender woman with long curly golden hair that reached her sholders and a beautiful smile that was formed into a smirk while she watched the two fight.

The other was a large man, bigger then even Grevious and he looked more like a blacksmith's son then a monk. He looked like he was falling asleep on his feet as his eyes opend and closed slowly and he waved back and forth while standing there. Grevious was standing at one end of the circle smileing with his arms behind his back and a small smile playing across his face. Sin was standing oppisite him. He stood as if he just finished running for his life. He was sweating and panting and his eyes were a strange red color as crimson veins could be seen all over his body.

The woman spoke up as Grevious stood faceing Sin calmly.

"Comeon Grevious I want a chance to spar agenst Sin too, finish this off already... you've been toying with him for the better part of the day!"

Grevious sighed and nodded. Sin her the woman shout to him and scowled before slapping his hands together, fingers pointing outwards, and rotateing his palms in a full three hundred ans sixty degrees. Sin shouted something then streached his arms behind him and from his hand fire flashed outwards and started forming a ball a few inches away from his hand. Grevious smircked and made similar hand motions as Sin charged forwards, the fire in his hand about the size of a base ball. Sin jumped into the air and thrust fowards the ball of fire. Grevious simply swung his arm in front of Sin and suddenly a massive surge of snow matarilized and crashed towards Sin. Grevious smiled as Sin was tossed backwards, his ball of fire put out with a massive burst of steam, and crashed into the gound, surrounded by snow.

"Weak as always Sin..."

Jan_Tanner


Xander Seviaden

PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2006 11:05 pm


Zeno's wings barely grazed the top of his small triangular abode as he huddled over his assortment of knives, giving each one the same care that the first had recieved. Until he reached the one that had been wrapped at the very center of the fur cloth, the blade with an ''S'' embedded in the hilt.
The only blade he had been given that was in his collection.
The candlelight flickered off the bejeweled athame' as he closely examined the blade and in turn every spec of dust on its handle. No one but he ever touched this blade, and the blade never missed its mark.
Zeno's polish rag ran over the golden blade slowly, working out every blemish and dislodging the dirt and grime it had acquired through months of travel. He lost himself in the steady process but was brought back to reality as his thumb accidentally slid along the edge of the blade, slicing it open.
His blood slid down his thumb to fall and form a red-puddleon the ground in front of his crossed legs, but his mind had slipped back to some years ago...
A smaller winged being sat clutching a bloody palm, a golden knife sat on the ground next to him.
"Zeno? Oh no.. you cut yourself didn't you? Alright, come over here and we'll clean it up." A soothing female voice spoke quietly to him as she bent over to pick up both the child, and once he was perched on her hip she bent again carefully to pick up the now bloodied blade. She wiped the blood from the blade off in a bucket of hot water she had poured from the kettle moments before, originally to make herself some tea. After the blade was clean she slipped it into the lining of her apron, then turned to Zeno's hand.
"Alright, let me see", she said playfully setting the teary-eyed child on the ground, "well you're lucky Zeno, its not deep and we won't have to cut of your arm." The woman said in mock seriousness as though she were a Village-healer. Her words were just silly enough to make her grin widely, and leaven the mood so that Zeno gave a small laugh. "We'll need to clean it out though, and it may sting a little... but your a big boy so it won't bother you will it?"
"No Kara, I can take it." The small child spoke softly, preparing for the pain he knew would come. Kara dipped a clean strip of cloth, she had folded into quarters, in the warm water and then gently scrubbed away the now dry blood that had formed around the small wound. The only sound Zeno made was a slight sniffle from his previous tears.
"Alright you're all cleaned up," Kara said kindly, adding in a stern voice," Now I'm going to give this back to you, but you have to promise to always be careful when using it ok?"
"Ok, Kara," Zeno said happy to have his first knife back into his possession. Kara turned her unwinged back to the child and walked back to the kettle to heat up another pot for her tea.


Slowly, Zeno dragged himself to the present and turned his attention to his dried cut. Pulling his pack closer to him he unbuckled the latch and pulled it open, searching around with one hand for the clean strip of cloth he knew would be there somewhere. He finally pulled his hand out clutching the small rolled up cloth. After pulling loose the tether that held it in its roll with his teeth, he grabbed a piece of one end again with his mouth and his free. With a rip sound he tore a long strip from the cloth, then set the remaining cloth on top of his pack to be rolled up.
With the end of the thing cloth, he scrubbed away the dried blood and then wrapped the entire strap around his thumb finally securing it by tucking an edge into the folds.
Zeno rolled his wound-cloth back up and secured it with its leather thong, then placed it back into his pack, only after he tore another strip off for the golden blade. Reverently, Zeno picked up his dagger and wiped the blood off of it, then picked up his polish rag and finished what he had started. Before another memory claimed him, he lined his daggers up next to his staff so that he could place them across his clothing when he woke, and leaned his head against his stuffed pack and fell asleep. His blades meant a lot to him, as did his staff, but the only blade he hid from sight was his golden dagger.
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