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Test RP
Jun 24, 2005 17:58:14 GMT -5
Post by Oz on Jun 24, 2005 17:58:14 GMT -5
Ok, guys, here it goes. This is the opening post for this little test RP. In this thread just post your character introductions (in story-line type style, not a character sheet, please) and write about meeting each other or whatever it is you want to write about. And now, for the opening post, I'll have more guidelines for you at the bottom. ...............................................................................................
The salty tang of the ocean air penetrated Jin’s nose as he closed his eyes and tried to block out the sound of his co-captain’s newest set of complaints. Well, new wasn’t exactly the best term for these lamentations, rather his most recent set of grumbles phrased in such a slightly new way that Jin couldn’t just smile and nod his way out of them. He and Dorne had been over this a thousand times over, and just like the first nine hundred and ninety nine times, they still couldn’t do anything about it. Pushing his white hair out of his eyes, Jin rubbed the crest of perception that started at his temples and then circled around his eyes. He and Dorne usually got along just fine, but when there were no other outlets for the other man’s frustration, it always ended up being aimed at Jin. Understandable, certainly, Jin admitted. But goddamn annoying nonetheless. His old business partner and co-captain of their joint vessel, The Strike and Blossom, Dorne had sweat gushing out of his pours as he slowly drifted his tattooed arms back and forth in the wind. The crests of control that decorated these arms was also one of the few reasons that The Strike and Blossom’s crew hadn’t completely died off yet. Dorne was a wind mage, and as such, had been able to move the ship forward by coaxing the otherwise calm ocean breezes into life. “I can’t keep this up much longer, Jin. A few more days of this and I’ll be more useless than you. Rakiri has been doing his best to keep the holes sealed up, but we still don’t have a clue if that Carthaul naval ship is still trying to find us. And one more encounter with them,” Dorne snorted, staring at the ship that the combined efforts of the crew was barely managing to keep afloat, “We won’t get off as easy as this, I can tell ya.”
“Those floating tubs couldn’t catch up with The Strike and Blossom even if we were dragging our anchor the entire time.” They surprised us last time, that’s all. It won’t happen again. “Hey, Jin, guess what?” Dorne snapped. “We don’t even have an anchor anymore or did you forget? Rakiri snapped it off and hurtled it at them in our last ditch attempt to run the hell away! They might just be floating tubs, but we’re just a pile of driftwood right now with too many holes in it for comfort.”
Jin fought a sigh again. Dorne had plenty of reason to be mad of course, weariness, frustration, the fact that he’d been working for days and Jin had been effectively useless for these last two weeks. Nothing he could say would soothe Dorne’s temper, so he just plowed straight forward with the truth. “I’ve been checking our course everynight. If you’ve kept those winds blowing northwest constantly like I told you to, we should be able to see land by tomorrow and be able to reach Matoyas by a day or two after that.”
“Hmph, Matoyas. Just the place I want to be. Pigs on four feet and pigs on two feet. They got nothing else there. What a place to hire our next crew.” Jin allowed himself a smile since the first time in days. “Dorne, Dorne, Dorne… Who said anything about hiring?”
Dorne’s expression soured. “Her Majesty won’t like that.” Jin shrugged. “True, but Her Majesty does understand the deeds that must be done in the name of necessity. Plus we’re not part of Her Majesty’s navy. We, my friend, are Privateers.”
“Legal pirates, some call us.”
“And how very right they are.”
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Ok, here are some guidelines. #1) Please write at least two paragraphs. No less, but you can go much more if you want. I'm one of those that thinks the longer the better in most cases, but we do want at least two paragraphs. #2) Remember, think Medieval time period for the small city of Matoyas. What this means is that most of the roads are mud, with maybe the main street and nothing else being cobbled. They have a town militia but no serious form of law enforcement. Keep in mind stuff like this.
#3) This will have you guys starting or going towards Matoyas for whatever reason you can come up with. Maybe it's just the stopping point in your journey before you continue, maybe you used to live there and are just coming back to visit. Hell, maybe you've always lived there. As long as it makes sense, go with it. #4) Have fun and make this kick ass.
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Jun 24, 2005 20:44:02 GMT -5
Post by David the Knight of Night on Jun 24, 2005 20:44:02 GMT -5
A man rode into town on the back of a white horse. He was well tanned and looked noble on his horse in his white jacket and vest. He rode to the town square and got off of the horse to stand on the statue of the Founders of the Town.
"Citizens of Matoyas!" he said in a commanding tone. "You must leave the city! A army of one thousand marches here, not two days away! They have come to conquer this port in the name of Lord Ciost!" (pronounced 'psyoust')
The citizens muttered between themselves. They knew of Ciost. He was a neighboring feudal lord who had conquered many lands around him. In bars people put bets on how long it took him to come for the nearest port, Matoyas.
The man, his message delivered, rode off. He smirked, knowing he would be back for the city in a day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edit: I feel really outclassed here, stuck between two long posts and my really short one. But I have nothing else to do. I'll make up for it when I come back and invade.
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Jun 24, 2005 20:53:12 GMT -5
Post by Quites on Jun 24, 2005 20:53:12 GMT -5
The small town of Matoyas was hot at midday. The bright sun beat down on the winding streets, drying up even the most effusive personality and fraying tempers and causing fights on almost every corner. But amid the hustle and bustle of the patrons of the packed marketplace, there was one man walking calmly, whistling a jaunty tune as he went. The man was wearing breeches, a shirt, and a vest with many different sized pockets, and a long bullwhip hanging coiled at his hip, but what was really eye catching about him was his flowing crimson cloak that streamed out behind him as he walked quickly through the dusty streets. His name was Master Teyric Onwaje Bysben the Astounding, he was a magician, and he was in a bit of a sticky situation. This was not unusual; in fact it was his custom to stir up a bit of trouble when he arrived in a new town. It was necessary to keep the locals on their toes. Plus – and this he freely admitted to himself – it was really fun. This time, it seemed, Though Teyric’s whistling never faltered, the man’s eyes darted from side to side, surveying the street around him almost nervously. Suddenly, he stopped short as he turned a sharp corner and caught sight of the men for whom he had been watching out. They were two tall, broad, big-chested fellows, each with the large brass earring of a slave clamped upon his left ear. Teyric’s eyes widened and he tried to abruptly turn and go back the way he had come, but then, as he turned around, he caught sight of two men behind him, almost identical to the two in front, and remembered that he was being followed as well. His eyes narrowed, and he began to calmly scan the street around him for some sort of escape route. As he turned back around, however, he suddenly saw one his pursuers turn and catch sight of him, let out a roar, and begin racing towards him. He blinked, and his eyes widened. Oh my. Not good. He froze in place for a moment, wondering whether he should stand his ground, then his resolve broke and he turned and raced off into a small alley on his right. The ground was smelly and it got dark and damp almost immediately as he raced into the small space between the two buildings. For a moment, his hopes rose as he saw the dankness of the alley, he began to think he might escape, and he hazarded a glance back behind him to check the progress of his pursuers as he ran. That’s when he crashed into the wall. It was a tall dividing partition of roughly hewn stone and mortar that cut off the alley from through traffic, stretching about twenty feet tall, well above his head, and when he collided with it at full speed, it hurt. As soon as his head cleared, Teyric stared up at it from flat on his back, squelching slightly in the rank mud, and cursed his luck. The irony was that this was not the first time one had caused him problems. Abyss, why do they even build the cursed things anyway? he thought. Then he was suddenly cut off by the sounds of heavy footsteps slapping in the mud coming towards him quickly. He levered himself into a sitting position, crossed his legs with his back to his pursuers. The wait was excruciating, but no, he forced himself to wait wait for the right moment to start the trick, the audience must be yours, until the sets of footsteps one, two, three, now four pairs of footfalls were just the right distance three paces, close enough to think they can see, but not close enough to detect what you’re doing and then suddenly he bellowed, in the deepest voice he could muster,
“HALT!”[/b]
For a heart-stopping moment, he was afraid they wouldn’t listen, but then he heard the footsteps slow and suddenly cease. He waited for another moment, then stood slowly, letting the cloak stream up behind him, then turned rapidly, a look of horrific anger plastered on his face in the shadows underneath his hood. “Who dares to pursue me?” he roared. The men, he could see, were already looking a bit perplexed. There was something to be said for a long, mystical, mysterious sounding name and title, besides all of his tricks: they had heard of him, and, just as he had been hoping, they were not entirely convinced that he didn’t really have numinous powers beyond the scope of human ken, despite what the tavern owner had told them. He suppressed a smile. He didn’t, of course, which was what had gotten him in trouble with the tavern owner, but these lowly guards weren’t positive. It now occurred to him, for about the third time in the past hour, that he should have picked a smaller, seedier tavern, where the guards were less watchful and there were fewer penalties if it was discovered that you didn’t do real magic, but the price would have been lower, and the girls uglier. The girls… he smiled inwardly again. His father had always told him his women would be his undoing one day, but he had never learned, and probably, he reflected, never would. He was a sucker for a pretty woman, and he probably always would be. He suddenly realized that the guard was saying something and forced himself back into the present. Straighten up, he reprimanded himself. You’re in a bit of a bugger of a situation, pay attention. “We wuz tould getcha an’ brink ya back ta tha inn, Wizard.” The leader said, and Teyric forced himself not to shoot back “It’s ‘Magician’, not ‘Wizard’, you halfwit.” Oh, well, he thought. It sounded more menacing that way anyway. He conjured up his best evil laugh of derision. “You think a mere four men can stand against the awesome ability of Teyric the Astounding?” He emphasized the word “astounding”, because he had just thought up that new addition to his title several weeks ago, and he was still rather proud of it. He laughed again, and then his voice became quiet as he pointed one finger with his right hand at the front guard, causing him to shrink back. “You have no concept of the power that resides within me.” That’s right, he thought as the four stared at his pointing finger. Keep them focused on the hand you want them looking at, and they’ll never think about what your other hand is doing. Suddenly, he flashed a smile as his left hand came up and threw something violently to the ground. Immediately there was a flash and a tremendous bang as the blasting powder went off, and smoke billowed up into the faces of the startled guards. The four guards coughed and yelled and staggered back for a moment, then, as the smoke dissipated, all four of their mouths hung open in disbelief. The magician was gone. Then searched the end of the alley where he had been standing and found only two scorched markings on the soil. Then they fearfully retreated from the alley. Ten feet up in the air, hanging from his bullwhip, which was wrapped around a bar sticking out of the wall about fifteen feet up, where he had whipped the end then climbed up the whip as soon as the charges had gone off, Teyric the Astounding smiled at the thought of all the stories they would tell about how the powerful magician they had been sent to catch had vanished into thin air. ***** Holy cheese that was a freakin' long post. I didn't really mean to write that much. I just kinda got caught up in my character creation. ...And dang, this is a test RP, out of continuity, right? ...I might just have to use this same opening for the real one, if that's good with y'all. Thanks, by the way, Oz. This is gonna be rockin'. _Teyric the Astounding
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Jun 24, 2005 21:51:17 GMT -5
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Jun 24, 2005 21:51:17 GMT -5
Mimiko Takayana sighed as she pushed her way through the crowds of people in the marketplace of Matoyas. She didn't have to push through too many people, because they generally avoided her anyway, staring at her with wide eyes, refusing to sell her goods, and yelling that she was a "cursed one"!
It wasn't Mimiko's fault that she was a tiny fourteen-year-old girl with the crimson eyes, crimson hair, and extraordinarily pale skin that marked the liniage of a "demon". She loved her red eyes and her pale skin, it made it easier to hide from bad men in the snow in the winter, and she loved her crimson eyes because they looked unique, and different was good. She loved to play with her long, silky red hair, and let most of it hand down loosely while a few strands were made into a bun at the top of her head to pin her red bow on it so it looked like she had a giant red bow floating on her head.
Mimiko sighed as she pushed her way between two really fat and smelly men. She didn't like crowds that much, she wanted to go back to the village, with the smell of the pines and her father's cooking. But the thought of her father only spurned her to move faster.
Faster, faster.
She realized that she looked somewhat more financially wealthy than most others. Not many people had long soft yellow pull-on coats, as plain as they might be. She loved the coat, and wore it even thought it was hot. It had long sleeves and was very plain with only a breast pocket and two pockets on the sides, but it went down to six inches above her knee and it made her look as if she was wearing a dress, which she wasn't, since her pink cut-off shirt and brown shorts were under it.
Besides her jacket, the only things visible were her long white dancers tights, clunky penny loafers, and brown pack slung on her back that held her equipment. Her pocket knife was safe in her pocket in case a mean man tried to mug her or touch her in a not-nice way again, and in her right hand was her safety, her security, her magical talisman: the Jirai Bell.
Now, she wondered where to go, since "Anita" didn't seem to be there...
"Citizens of Matoyas! You must leave the city! A army of one thousand marches here, not two days away! They have come to conquer this port in the name of Lord Ciost!"
Mimiko's mouth curved into an O as she heard the words of the beautiful man who was obviously very wealthy on his white horse. She also felt angry at the mention of Ciost. Her daddy hated Ciost, spoke against him with a passion. Plus, she learned in class that Ciost was responsible for the massacers of many people and the burnings of many villages. I don't think daddy would mind me taking a detour...
" WAIT!!" She dashed after the handsome man as he road off, and he stopped his horse and looked at her oddly as she stood next to him. She took a moment to catch her breath, then straigthened her outfit with her free hand and took a deep breath.
" Yes?" The man asked, and she hurried up, using proper noble language she learned from daddy, no pheasent word slurs.
" I-I...well...Since you are fighting against Lord Ciost, and since you look like someone in the position to help me...I was wondering if I could become your subbordinate to help you fight Ciost. Please, just hear me out! My name's Mimiko Takayana, and despite my age, I am actually a very good Fire Manipulator, and I am working on some high level spells. I am quick and agile and can fit into small places, so I could be a spy or something, or I could fight on the main lines. And I also many not be very physically strong, but I can wield a sword somewhat and can use knives to a decent extent. I could be a nurse as well, since I know first aid, I just...you see, my father was an alchemist for Lord Egon (a main emperor of other lands fighting against Ciost), Yukihito Takayana, and he hated Ciost with a passion, and he is dying, so helping fight Ciost would be sort of like fufilling his wishes and..."
Knowing she was taking too long, Mimiko quickly finished up. " You do not even have to pay me! I have one-thousand gold pieces, so I can handle myself, and I know how to hunt and what foods to get from the wild, so you do not have to worry about supporting me. Just...please, may I help you?"
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Jun 24, 2005 22:13:06 GMT -5
Post by David the Knight of Night on Jun 24, 2005 22:13:06 GMT -5
Syn was surprised. He hasdn't seen someone more eager to join someone haphazardly in a very long time. He sighed. He really could use someone at his side, but she wanted to fight against Lord Ciost. Syn didn't especially like Ciost, it was his army, Syn was just leading it. Overall, this would be very helpful, and it would only require a bit of lying.
"Here," Syn put a hand down to pick her up and sit her on his horse. "Let's get out of town, this place is unpleasant."
They rode for a hour, getting far away from the city and starting to get into the countryside. Syn hoped that she wouldn't think that he was taking her out to kill her. Finally, Syn arrived at his camp. Behind him, about a mile back, there was an army, 5,000 strong. This was Syn's Conquering Army. They were Lord Ciost's men, but they owed their allegance more to Syn.
"Here we go." Syn jumped off of his horse and helped Mimiko off. "Now, I will properly introduce myself. I am Syn Karakin." Syn smiled, watching her to see if she recognized the name. He went on. "Now, before you overreact, just listen. I lead Lord Ciost's armies. But... I plan to betray him and take Matoyas for my own."
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Jun 24, 2005 22:18:16 GMT -5
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Jun 24, 2005 22:18:16 GMT -5
Mimiko's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. She looked from side to side, then at Syn. This was...interesting. " Well..." She shifted from foot to foot. " I suppose that since you're...if you don't mind, I like to use phesant speak...since you're planning on betraying Ciost then it's okay, and besides, I've only heard one point of view about Ciost, maybe...something...I don't know, I'm sorry I don't make much sense, just...I'll help you, as long as we don't kill VERY MANY innocent people, is that okay?"
She beamed at him and set her pack on the ground, stretched and yawning. She felt surprisingly pleased with herself, even though things had taken a very unexpected turn. " So, what can I do to help, Syn, if I can call you that? I like to use first names, I think using last names are stupid, since if you're at a family reunion or something and you call someone "Mr. Soinso", then all of these other people think you're talking to them and...stuff." She was rambling again, Mimiko tried to get back on track. " So what can I do? Nurse? Fighter? Cook? I make good soups!"
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Jun 24, 2005 22:28:44 GMT -5
Post by David the Knight of Night on Jun 24, 2005 22:28:44 GMT -5
Syn laughed. "The truth is, we haven't really done anything!" Syn chuckled as he told her. "We march in with our pointy spears and shiny armor, and the people just accept it." In a darker tone, Syn explained about the real battle. "The only time we actually had to fight was against the northern province. Let's see... what was his name... ah! Yes. Lord Hirke (he-erk). We took the countryside and sieged his capital of Cion for 35 days. We finally thought he had enough, and we broke out our siege equipment and attacked." Syn looked into the fire he had started. His normally good-looking face now had a dark and sad look. "We were slaughtered. The only reason that we won was that we had several heroes that infliced incredible casualties on the enemy." Syn looked at Mimiko, seeing what her expression. "But we won, and that's what counts, or at least to the Ciost."
"I don't expect much resistance, but I am curious to see what you can do. Show me your skills."
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Jun 24, 2005 22:38:25 GMT -5
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Jun 24, 2005 22:38:25 GMT -5
Mimiko frowned sadly. She had heard about Cion, even up in her tiny mountain village. " I knew about Cion. One of the women in the mountain village I lived in, Rina, had a husband that fought in the siege called Armand. He didn't come back."
She bent down and pulled out her bell, trying desperately to smile again. She had to try to be happy to the others could be happy. " This is my talisman, the Jirai Bell. Daddy gave it to me for my eigth birthday." Standing tall, she gave the bell a shake. It made the sound of a gong and the fire rose up into a barrier. " I know all beginner and middle-grade spells, though a few higher middle grades still stump me, and I know only a few basic higher spells. I can make barriers..." She chimed the bell again, and the fire molded into a long tendril that whipped around. " Whips..." She shook the bell again, then gripped the handle in both hands, pointing it at a tree. The fire materialized into a blast and smothered the tree. " Blasts...That kind of stuff. I'm not sure how large of a fire I can handle, but I managed to manipulate a hut fire in order to save an old woman that lived their." She swung the bell again, and the fire returned to the campfire, leaving the tree burnt.
She grinned at Syn. " Was that good?"
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Jun 24, 2005 22:45:03 GMT -5
Post by David the Knight of Night on Jun 24, 2005 22:45:03 GMT -5
Syn grinned. He had seen better, but why bust her bubble? "That was pretty good. How old are you supposed to be now?" He dragged two small logs over to the fire as chairs. He offered one to Mimiko. "Who is your father? Wait, who are you?" Syn said, surprised that he just now remembered he knew absolutely nothing about Mimiko.
While he was waiting for her answer, Syn ran over the town in his head. Small gate, small walls. Not a very good defensive position. He was glad he brought only a battering ram, that is all he would need and it wouldn't destroy any of the buildings. He shyed away from reducing towns to dust before conquering them. What was the point of conquering rubble?
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Jun 24, 2005 22:53:24 GMT -5
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Jun 24, 2005 22:53:24 GMT -5
" Well..." Mimiko sat on a log and smiled at Syn, then put her head on her hands and rested her elbows on her knees. " I'm fourteen now, and am going to be fifteen we think in the winter. You see, my father, Yukihito Takayana, isn't really my father. I was born to a rich woman and man, but as you can tell, I have the traits of a "demon child"."
Mimiko sighed sadly but continued. " They dumped me at the village of Kaori in the Senir Mountains, where Yukihito met me. He was one an alchemist for Lord Egon, but was exiled for who knows what reason. He taught me Fire Manipulation and how to cook and stuff, and I couldn't have asked for a better daddy!" She laughed, the quieted.
" He is...was...my only friend. I went to school and such and completed my education, but none of the other children wanted to hang around me because of my looks. Well...a few months ago...daddy got very sick. He's dying now, and I'm looking around for a woman he used to know so he can see her one more time, a girl named "Anita". It felt bad to leave him at the hospital, but he gave me so much...I wanted to give him something in return."
She smiled sadly again and blinked a few times, fighting back the hot feeling pressing at her eyelids. " The kids don't matter, anyway. Someday I'm going to become a Fire Master and teach kids at a magical university, it's always been my dream to do that. I have a ways to go, though, and I know I'm not the best..."
She trailed off and turned to Syn again. " So, what's your story, stranger? And how did you get white hair? I mean, not that I don't like it, it's very pretty, but you're so young..."
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Jun 24, 2005 22:57:37 GMT -5
Post by David the Knight of Night on Jun 24, 2005 22:57:37 GMT -5
Syn though, wondering how much to divulge. Almost noone new anything important about him, and he never made an effort to find someone who he trusted. "Well... I am 26. This," he took a hand full of his white hair, "is a result of several . . . severely unpleasant experiences in my childhood." He stopped to think again. "I feel sorry for you. While I know the loss of parents, I never had a substitute father. I spent my childhood in slavery."
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Jun 24, 2005 23:00:39 GMT -5
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Jun 24, 2005 23:00:39 GMT -5
Mimiko's eyes widened, and she realized that this would be a time to backpedal. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm not good with people..."
After a moment of silence, she put on a smile again and grinned at Syn. " So, what do I exactly do in this army thingermabobber? Do I fight and stuff?" Her stomach growled, and she frowned. " Oh, almost lunchtime...do you have any ingredients to make soup? I could make us both lunch, I know how to make good soups!"
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Jun 24, 2005 23:12:30 GMT -5
Post by David the Knight of Night on Jun 24, 2005 23:12:30 GMT -5
At first, Syn cursed himself telling too much, but then he realized that he could trust Mimiko. Afterall, he had to. She was his new assistant. Syn then laughed, here she was, apologetic about digging too deep, and next she's making soup. "Sure, there should be food at the mess tent. Would you like to meet my army?"
Syn lead her through the woods into a large clearing. There, thousands of tents in orderly lines greeted the eye. Syn lead Mimiko to the stage and announced in the same loud, authoratative voice: "Hello! I have someone to introduce you to!" Syn motioned at Mimiko. "This is our new sorceress and assistant!" The army cheered and started chanting "Mim-i-ko! Mim-i-ko!"
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Jun 24, 2005 23:24:59 GMT -5
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Jun 24, 2005 23:24:59 GMT -5
Mimiko's eyes widened, then she gasped, hand rising to her throat. " Me...sorceress...assistant...me...me..." She coughed a bit, blushing bright red. She decided to do one of two things: faint or make soup. And she didn't like the idea of passing out on a stage.
"Um...HinicetometyouallnicearmycampyouhavehearI'mmakingsoupanyonewantsomeplentyofsoupforall!" Mimiko exclaimed to the crowd before dashing past Syn, face blushed abnormally red.
Once in the mess tent, she grabbed a random pot and a knife and proceeded to chop things up. She chopped up an onion. She chopped up a potato. She chopped up a slami. She chopped up a cabbage. She nearly chopped up her arm, but she stopped herself in time and told herself that she needed to calm down more before she caused bodily harm.
But it was so hard to not scream " SORCERESS?! ASSISTANT?! ME?!" at the top of her lungs, so she did the next best thing. She looked to see if anyone was coming.
Then she began to spin in little circles, arms stretched out as if she was a fan, spinning around and around. Heck, it beat screaming or fainting or chopping one's favorite coat to pieces.
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Jun 25, 2005 0:30:14 GMT -5
Post by Lecky on Jun 25, 2005 0:30:14 GMT -5
“Gimme that stone kid.”
Flokki gritted his teeth, but kept walking. He didn't want to have to deal with this right now. The man behind him began to walk faster to keep up.
“Lissen kid, if ya don’t gimme tha pretty rock, I’m gonna beat your head in.” The man brandished a large club at him.
Flokki stopped, and the man almost ran into him. “Please don’t threaten me. It makes me feel... uncomfortable,” he stopped and turned around. “And I’m not a kid.”
The man was at least a foot taller than him and rather well built. Flokki had to incline his head to look into his face.
“Wha’ are you crazy?? Do you wanna get beat?”
He looked around for something to give him the upper hand, but, seeing none, decided to stall. “Do you realize the power of this stone?" He held up the sapphire in his hand, "It’s magical. If I wanted, I could turn you into an .. Anteater. Now, if you turn around and leave now, I might not hurt you, however, you’re trying my patience.” He wasn't any good at intimidation.
The man seemed to think about it for a moment, then raised the club.
Flokki jumped back, but there was no need. The blade of a knife appeared in the man’s neck. The club slipped from the man’s hands and fell to the ground, followed closely by its owner. The small girl that appeared in his place with a bloody knife was a sharp contrast.
He opened his mouth. “You.. Killed him..”
The girl smiled at him nonchalantly. “He was about to kill you. What do you care?”
He could never hide his astonishment when she did something like this. It was just so unpredictable. She reached up and closed his mouth. “I think Lein is looking for you. I think he needed a tree or something like that. See ya later Flokki!” She turned and ran back the way she had come from.
He looked after her for a moment, still dazed at the horrible crime she had just committed. Then he realized that he was in an ally with a dead man. He turned and walked rather quickly out into the street.
“Needs a tree or something,” he said under his breath. He hated it when people didn’t take what he did seriously.
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