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Post by BeeBR00741 on May 13, 2009 10:34:53 GMT -5
Ocean sighed as Tommy closed up the bar, sitting on a bar stool, bored out of her mind. "It's okay Tommy, I'll wash the dishes, and tidy up the area, you've had enough excitement for one night." Ocean got up and went to the sink, to do just as she said. She doubted she would forget tonight, until something better came along, but her curiousity was still there, in her mind.
She began to sing an old song her father use to sing to her, "Horsey horsey don't you stop Just let your feet go clippetty clop The tail goes swish and the wheels go round Giddy up, we're homeward bound. "
She smiled in remembrance of the old song, such an odd man to sing that type of song to her. Ocean giggled, as she finished up the dishes, catching a rag to wipe up the bar counter. She wondered where the two men had moved off to, curiousity striking again.
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Post by The Mammoth on May 14, 2009 18:50:18 GMT -5
Cervantes laid there for a while, staring at the stars, naming the constellations to himself. Before long the silence was broken by a few drunken teenagers wandering around. They got quiet once they saw him laying out there, and soon after some authorities came by.
"I'll have no vagrants sleeping in the streets." the man said.
Cervantes lifted himself up, looking at the man, an obvious town guard. His face instantly struck a sense of fear into the guard, who no doubt recognized the infamous man laying before him. There were numerous bounties out on Cervantes, most he was able to avoid through intimidation. The ones who couldn't be scared off were soon found without their weapons, sometimes dead, sometimes alive.
"Now now... I'm not hurtin' nobody..." Cervantes said, a look on his face that threatened the guard without saying a word.
The guard coughed, replying quickly, "Uh... yeah... carry on." before turning to walk away.
Cervantes stopped him as he left, "Dog..." he said, reaching into his pocket as the guard turned around, "I cause no trouble, you don't tell your boss I'm here." He said, throwing the man a few coins worth more than his past few nights salary. The guard caught it and nodded, walking away. Cervantes grinned as he laid back down, knowing that soldier was the only one who would patrol this area tonight. The good thing about these times is most guard were easy to bribe...
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Post by Novalyyn on May 19, 2009 2:40:18 GMT -5
Calvmic lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed behind his head. He did enjoy civilization, with its roofs and walls and wonderful cushions of all sorts. Well, this would be his last night in such comfort for a bit.
Smiling lightly, the man closed his eyes - and promptly opened them again and rolled out of the bed, an instant before if burst into flame. He looked at the burning mattress only a moment before rushing over to grab his bag and running from the room in only a loose pair of pants. Calvmic didn't have to wonder what had just happened - one of those d*mnable witches had found him.
They were the main reason he couldn't stay in one place for too long. Granted, he wasn't the sort to commit to things either and would likely have kept moving around anyway, but mortal danger overtook that. He had some idea why they were after him, too, something about being unnatural, dangerous, destructive. More likely they were just jealous of a male having as much power as them. D*mn priestesses. He was just thankful for whatever it was that always warned him - a sense of the magic perhaps? Bah, all that mattered was that he yet lived.
The innkeeper looked up as Rhynn ran by, but Rhynn did not stop, only mentioned that there was a fire and someone ought to do something about it. He didn't know where the magic-woman was, and that put him at a disadvantage. With any luck, she still had to check his bed to see if she'd succeeded in killing him; better yet if she simply assumed he was dead and let him be. So out he went, ready to engage her should she be right there, but to some degree just as happy to see no one waiting for him. He much preferred to fight men, given the choice. It was certainly better then spontaneously combusting.
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Post by BeeBR00741 on May 22, 2009 7:19:31 GMT -5
And so the chores only took some hour or so to do, she was hoping they would distract her from her thoughts. Sometimes Ocean thought she may be schizophrenic, but who could she ask without seeming crazy, no one wanted to be put into the loony bin. Her heart told her she should leave the bar, and continue on her dad's legacy, and prove to him she was hid blood-daughter, but her brain told her the smart thing to do was to work off her life, even if it meant misery.
Ocean put her clean clothing away and changed into a night gown. She sat at the window seat, gazing into the sky. The stars always amazed Ocean, she someday wished she could find all the alignments.
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Post by The Mammoth on May 22, 2009 17:51:26 GMT -5
Cervantes looked up as the man from the bar was bolting past him, obviously running from something. He shook his head, knowing that this man who so readily won the duel earlier was running like a madman away from something. But, that was not Cervantes business, and he did not care.
The night was unusually hot, the humidity rose and fell, and it was almost impossible to sleep. Cervantes found himself sweating just by laying out there. However, by a few hours, the heat had passed with clouds that had rolled in, and a cool wind started. Before long, Cervantes was asleep, his breath coming and going slowly and steadily.
The morning came quickly, Cervantes was awakened by the sunrise. Rising to his feet, he grabbed Vengeance and began wandering around, looking for a place to eat before he moved on. No doubt the morning patrols would be quick to alert the guard of his arrival, and he would either have to be long gone, or go to murdering half a dozen soldiers...
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Post by Novalyyn on May 26, 2009 2:59:13 GMT -5
(( Sheesh, I put my char in a compromising situation just to make it easier to join with ya's, and instead your responses make it harder. o.< ))
Calvmic was a bit irritable when he awoke, and for good reason. He'd intended to enjoy the comforts of a nice bed the previous night but had been chased out when it had burst into flame. Then he'd had to run through the city only half-dressed, and hoping he wasn't being followed. When at last he was convinced he could stop, the best place he could find to sleep short of the wilderness - which would have been most unpleasant to get through in the dark - was a barn on the fringes of the town. Now he'd been woken by some dumb rooster, only to discover that, despite the blanket he lay on, bits of hay had gotten stuck in his hair and clung to part of his body.
How annoying.
The man was quick to pack the blanket back up though, figuring he could get more hay unstuck later on, as he hadn't really asked to use the barn. He was fully dressed soon and sneaking back out, careful to avoid any residents of the farm who might already be awake. While some types of trouble could be rather fun, at present he'd be quite happy to simply be on his way.
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Post by BeeBR00741 on May 28, 2009 18:33:24 GMT -5
( Its' funny how we seem to be carrying on our own little stories, meanwhile our characters still do not intertwine, any ideas to get it moving along?)
The blinding sun awoke Ocean as she sat up in bed. Her ringlets splaying in every direction. Today was Ocean's market day, her responsibility to go and get the goods for the bar. She got up and lazily made her way to her dresser, picking out a pair of peach-toned leggings, and a medium length dress to cover them up. She hated being a girl sometimes, especially when she was expected to act a certain way.
She picked up a good sized basket and called up to Tommy, "Heading out old man, be back soon." On her way out she thought up a little tune in her head and began humming. Ocean loved the mornings, they were always so crisp and beautiful, it took her breath away walking out that door every day.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 1, 2009 17:21:30 GMT -5
*guess its finally time to make an entrance... whhhatchatchaaa*
The morning dawned upon a stirring city, the marketplace already bustling with civilians and merchants going about their business. On one such busy corner, an odd young woman sat, her body positioned upon a thin bamboo mat for mere comfort of being separated from the ground, her mind deep in a trance with her legs crossed upwards and arms held to the sides in a meditation form. People stopped and stared momentarily before passing on; some, out of ignorance for thinking she was doing as such for a stunt, dropped coins nearby her, some landing between her curled thighs.
Shar could care less about the stamped metal that landed around her, but nevertheless accepted these when they were not already snatched up by street urchins or common folk. The "tattoos" on her face - ritualistic markings of her clan - stood out even upon heavily tanned skin and what could be considered peasant clothes, but her figure was not dissatisfying to the eye, despite the simplicity of what covered it. Thin and nearly petite, she was, however, powerfully built, and scars marred (or perhaps enhanced) her beauty from a life of hard work and consistent daily exercises and training. At the moment, her eyes were closed as the meditations continued, oblivious to the world around her.
She had come here for a reason; elder members had sensed a disruption of the natural flow here, and her strict orders were to merely observe it and report back. Of course, she rarely followed those orders, her hatred for those whom misused what gifts they were given burning so harshly that she usually ended up fighting off or even slaying the ones she was sent to find. The fewer there were the better, she reasoned. However, this time, things were more complicated than they were usually; she sensed two sources instead of only one, although the brighter of the two had fled sometime since her last observation. That left he with what she was sure to be her primary target, although no doubt Shar would follow the other when she could - in other words, when she finished with this one. Suspicions arose, but she reacted upon facts, mostly when they were staring her in the face. For now, though, she wished to ponder what she knew, and snapped her concentration only when certain adventurous street trash attempted to grab the coins between her legs.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 1, 2009 19:48:12 GMT -5
Cervantes had taken a wrong turn, one that would cost him the calm exit he was seeking. With one turn, the hustle and bustle of a bazaar greeted him, as well as the attention that a man of his stature got. In front of him stood two city guard, swords pulled, knowing exactly who they saw in front of them. The guard, scared out of their minds, hesitated to move forward. Cervantes kept his weapon lowered, and raised his other hand in the air, showing he did not intend to fight. The guard were not buying it...
"Stand back, or we will kill you." the guard said, as half a dozen charged around the corner, opposing the movement of the crowd that was standing back. Cervantes continued not to move, still attempting to say that he didn't want a fight.
"I ain't lookin' for a fight, boys..." Cervantes said, his hand still in the air.
The guard still didn't stand down. Their sergeant ordered them to detain Cervantes. However, none of the men really wanted to move on a man so infamous for his quick and brutal dispatch of many.
"Last warning... Leave me be... I don't wanna fight... Just wanna make my way out of here..." Cervantes said, lifting his weapon to the ready.
Of course, the last thing he wanted, was to see the girl from the bar walk around the corner, facing the confrontation head on. Cervantes saw her as far too innocent to need to see the bloodshed that was about to come...
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 3, 2009 8:20:50 GMT -5
Calvmic got out and away without trouble, though he had come close to being spotted before he was far enough off to not be of any concern. Not in so much of a rush now - and a bit more awake - he'd discovered that he'd been off in the wrong direction, not far off from where he'd come from on his way in. So now, he was headed partway back into town to correct his path. He briefly contemplated going in far enough to get a decent bath so he could be rid of the smell of hay that no doubt still clung to him, but he couldn't be sure he wouldn't be attacked again, and he'd heard there were hot springs along his chosen path anyway.
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 3, 2009 17:59:48 GMT -5
Ocean turned the corner and noticed one of the men from yesterday. She broke into a smile, waving shyly. He looked like he was being confronted by guards, them holding angered looks. The man didn't seem like he was up to no good, so she was confused. Ocean wanted to eagerly ask a question, but instead she just stopped in her tracks, looking like a confused fish, mouth a gap.
She told herself she should say something but the man looked concerned and irritated. She had decided, "Hello again, and good morning to you as well," Ocean curtsied in front of the guards,"Is this man causing a problem?" Ocean asked ever so innocently, batting her eyelashes.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 3, 2009 20:57:47 GMT -5
Cervantes gritted his teeth as the girl intervened. That is exactly what he didn't want to happen. He assumed she was so naive that she didn't realize she was speaking on behalf of a murderer, bounty hunter, and assassin. Nonetheless, he appreciated her stepping in, even if he knew the reaction from the guard would be nothing different.
"Girl! Stand aside! We'll not have you interfere with justice!" The sergeant howled.
"Dog, are you that blind?" Cervantes voice rang out, "Let the girl go, she was thanking me for dispatching the trouble makers at the bar last night..."
"So you admit to MORE murders?!" The sergeant hissed.
Cervantes shook his head, "There is no convincing you idiots..." He paused, looking to the girl, "You best do as they say..." Cervantes told her. In the past, he might have used her to escape, but not anymore. Especially not this one, he felt sorry for her, that she was in such a place, a sign to him that he was truly going soft. He chuckled to himself for a second before raising his weapon up to a fighting stance. He hoped the girl would listen to reason. He hoped she understood that in some realms, there was no chance for redemption, only justice by the hands of the law. But, if she was anything like most people in this world, she'd speak before her brain told her not to, and wind up in far more trouble than she needed to be in...
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 6, 2009 21:41:05 GMT -5
*i... really don't have anything, if that's what you're waiting on x-x*
The commotion coming from down the street was beginning to get upon the nerves of Shar. Whatever was happening, the human emotions emanating from them were interfering with her meditation. For now, she continued to ignore her environment, though she felt that soon she would be dragged into whatever foolishness was unraveling around her. In the meantime, finding the location of the magic-misuser was all-important, as would be her capture if deemed necessary.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 7, 2009 9:04:52 GMT -5
((Waitin' on you B, don't be afraid to move on with something even if everyone hasn't posted. Give them an entrance or make them catch up, . We don't have to do this "turn-based" style. ))
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 7, 2009 10:56:47 GMT -5
((sorry, I was under the impression we were doing it in an orderly fashion, or I would've posted by now, unless you are talking to Novalyyn xD -is confused- ))
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