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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 7, 2009 15:51:09 GMT -5
((naw, B is you, Nova is Nova. But there's nothing to be sorry for, I thought you might be assuming that so I mentioned it. In most places, its very difficult to get "turn-based" going because sometimes there needs to be more interaction between some chars than others. It's good to not leave people in the dust, but when one char has no interaction and there is a lot between two others, it has to change up a bit. So no worries, just giving you a heads up in case you were a newbie ))
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 7, 2009 18:51:04 GMT -5
((Not a newbie, just haven't roleplayed in ages. xD Suppose things have changed. And I shall stop babbling and continue the show. Sorry.))
Ocean feared she might come across another of the ravenous battles. Her heart and mind were not in the same place. She wanted to help the man, knowing he was of kind nature, even if it was deep inside him, but she knew better than to stick her nose in places it wasn't suppose to be. Though, that has never stopped her before. She contemplated on this being one of those times. Ocean rested on a compromise, she would hide herself back, in case help was needed, but stay out of the way until then.
Ocean bit her lip, waving farewell to the man, which was a nervous habit that she took up after her father died. She use to be a snappy little kid, until that day, then she started a habit of biting her lip, to keep herself quiet. She took her leave and pin-pointed an area to hide, or camouflage, whichever. Ocean righted herself behind some barrels, in front of a fruit stand, peeking out.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 7, 2009 19:17:44 GMT -5
((Stop apologizing! lol. there's no need to apologize. Its different depending on each place. here, turn based is more of a guideline, to be followed in general but broken when needed. It's fine, we're good, I'm just tryin to help out... There's no need to apologize *shakes head* what is it with women and apologizing for everything... lol)) Cervantes was relieved to see that the girl had wisely stepped aside. "Well boys" Cervantes said, cracking his neck as his voice rumbled like thunder, "Your move." The sergeant pointed to two of his men, then pointed at the girl hiding back behind the fruit stand. "She knows him, take her in for questioning." The sergeant commanded. Cervantes' eyes shot open, they intended to interrogate an innocent girl for doing nothing more than waving. The problem is that the interrogations that these men did rarely left the questioned alive... Cervantes stepped forward, slamming Vengeance down in front of the two men who had started moving, blocking their path. "I'd not do that if I was you..." The sergeant gave the order and the men attacked. Cervantes caught the first blade in his left hand, wrenching it from the man' grip and stabbing him in the neck with his own weapon. He swept the legs of four of the soldiers with Vengeance in his right hand, and then grabbing it with both hands, crushed the four grounded soldiers. The two remaining guard and the sergeant faltered. The sergeant moved first, slashing toward Cervantes' midsection. Cervantes lifted up Vengeance, blocking the strike easily with the massive weapon. He then tossed the weapon aside, and with a sick grin, stepped forward bare handed. He grabbed the wrist of the sergeant and ripped it off with one quick movement. As the sergeant screamed in pain, his two remaining guard fled. Cervantes hurled the sword into the back of one of the men's heads, and let the other one flee, he doubted he could run him down anyway. He looked back over to the fruit stand, checking to see that the girl was alright. He walked over and picked up Vengeance from the ground, raising it off the crushed bodies of the soldiers, even their armors destroyed. He placed the weapon on his shoulder and walked over to the fruit stand. "You need to come with me." Cervantes said, "That last guard is gonna be telling them you are an accomplice of mine... They catch ya, and you're dead for assisting me..." He looked back over his shoulder to a dried goods vendor and tossed him a few coins, taking a few bags of dried meats and fruits. He secured them in his jacket, and then turned to the girl, seeing if she would take his advice.
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 7, 2009 21:18:55 GMT -5
(( I suppose I'll continue. And I can't help apologizing, it's a habit. I seem to always feel guilty.))
Ocean looked at the man she didn't even know the name to. She smiled up at him, even after the events that took place and said, "More action than I've seen in four years, let's go." Ocean waited for the man to take the lead, wondering if she should go and retrieve anything from the bar, or say goodbye to Tommy on the way. She worried about the old man, he has been abandon more then a couple times.
She set down her basket, 'wasn't worth much anyways.' And bit her lip again, waiting impatiently for the man's instructions.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 8, 2009 4:36:28 GMT -5
Cervantes nodded as the girl quickly complied. She seemed to enjoy the action, which was more than Cervantes had expected. He didn't think her for a brave one, but he obviously had made a foolish assumption. Nonetheless, he gathered all he needed and looked down at her.
"If ya need to say goodbye to whoever ya got here, now would be the time to do it. We got about 12 minutes before the guard comes back in force." He said, giving her the option to head back to the bar. He knew they had to get out of the city limits in a hurry, so if she did decide to go back, he hoped she would hurry, lest he had to fight off an army.
He looked around as the bazaar started to bustle back up again, seemingly unphased by the death. They avoided the two standing there, but Cervantes knew that the bustle of the crowd would slow the chase of the guard, and give them time to escape...
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 8, 2009 17:50:14 GMT -5
*ugh.... anything I do right now will either distract from the story or just look stupid :\ in short, I'm stuck >.<*
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 8, 2009 18:11:53 GMT -5
((Not much I can do right now either, 'cept watch and wait for a decent spot to jump in again. ))
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 8, 2009 18:22:15 GMT -5
((We're working on it, I figure once Ocean makes her peace, Her n Cervantes will leave town, where we can catch calvmic and Swytch can follow)
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Post by Rosy on Jun 12, 2009 0:09:05 GMT -5
((A way to introduce my character is to have you two hide in the smithy my chara. works at. Almost a Pirates of the Caribbean thing. Just an idea; you can do whatever you like, lol. It'd make it easier on me though.))
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 15, 2009 21:06:43 GMT -5
(( SO sorry guys, My exams start this week, and I've just been cramming, I'd like to post right now, but I'm afraid it would be very short and uninspiring, so if you can wait one more night, I'd much appreciate it, once again, I'm sorry for making you wait.))
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 16, 2009 5:29:38 GMT -5
((fear not, but use the DISCUSSION THREAD We should delete all these OOC posts to stop the clutter! Ze! lol))
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 20, 2009 19:47:43 GMT -5
"I think I'll say goodbye to Tommy before we wander away.." Ocean replied looking in the direction of the bar, not waiting for the man to make a move, she scurried over the the two story building. She rushed through the large door,"Tommy!Where are you?" She asked the seemingly vacant bar. She rushed to the storage area, hoping she'd find a trace of him anywhere. Ocean's palms were sweaty and she had a very bad feeling about the events to occur in the future. She hurried back to the front of the bar, unsure of what to do. Ocean hurried up to the second floor, going to gather a few important items like her locket, her only piece of her mother she knew, and an old dagger that had belonged to her father.
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Post by Rosy on Jun 20, 2009 20:43:00 GMT -5
"That's good for now; take a break."
Blanche dropped her hammer and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her father Ivan, a huge, tall muscular man with a short beard, did the same as he placed the half-finished sword back into the furnace and worked the billows. The furnace glowed an angry red as the wood started burning hard.
"Blanche," he asked, "Have you ever thought of getting married?"
Blanche's heart stopped for a second. She knew exactly where her father was going with this. "Well..."
Ever since Blanche was 13, her father had been bugging her about getting married and having children. Of course, it was relatively common for a girl to get married young and have children young, but Blanche didn't want that.
She understood why he kept asking, though. The smithy was a family business, of sorts. Because her father was the oldest in the family, it got passed down to him, not his younger brother. Blanche was an only child; her mother died when she was very young. If Blanche didn't produce a male child, an "heir" if you will, the smithy would pass to her uncle, who had several sons who were older than Blanche.
"I don't want to get married," Blanche muttered.
Ivan continued to work the billows, ignoring what Blanche said.
"We need to finish up; tomorrow we start a shipment of knives." Ivan was the only blacksmith in Burgham and often got large orders for knives, nails, or cooking supplies from the merchants.
Blanche sighed. She rolled her shoulders and put on a tired smile, as she said "Let's get to it, then."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 21, 2009 4:26:22 GMT -5
Finally, after much effort, the mage had been pinpointed. Her eyes opened at long last, sweat visible upon her brow, even though it was not even mid-morning. Moments ago a young woman had rushed by her, but she was of no coincidence yet; finding this wytch was priority in her mind. Standing up, Shar collected some of the coins that had been left by her, leaving the rest for the street rats that she noticed nearby. Dropping these in with the rest, she tucked the small sack in just above her left breast, up and out of reach from miscreants - the second pouch upon her waist was more important to her, but would have a better chance of being returned as the items it contained were of little value on the street.
The wytch-mage would most likely sense her before she got within a hundred feet, and would either vainly ignore her presence until it became completely known, or panic and either attack or run. The latter was favorable, as it gave her something to do. Before she even took five steps, however, a line of robed monks walked slowly on by in her direction, most probably belonging to the local church or whatever that thing was called. One of them, however, was different; on his hand was a symbol familiar to Shar as a royal seal was to a king. Before she could get away, however, the hand grabbed her by the wrist, twisting slightly to prevent her from using countermeasures. "You should know well enough by now to keep your guard up always, Fowling," the figured uttered in a most sinister tone of voice, snappy as usual though hushed in volume.
Shar let a low growl of frustration escape her as the figure dragged her along, knowing she'd been tracked all the way here. What angered her was that she never even knew it, even though she could have if she tried. "Master..." "No, be silent you. You have your orders, or did you conveniently 'forget' them again? Or perhaps you were expecting to get away with another struggle in 'self-defense'?" "That time I truly was-" "Save your stories for one who cares. You are not to kill or even harm this one... let the counsel decide her fate for once. If you take matters into your own hands one more time... by Ha'ravel the Grand Eldar will have my head on a platter for sure. You won't be so lucky." "But sensei, are they not our enemies? Are we not to hunt them down? Is that not what you taught me to do? If not, then why so much training for something that will never be used?"
The man's voice sighed from somewhere behind the darkness that shrouded his face as the two continued walking. "Your training was in the case that all other methods failed first. When will you get it through your thickheaded skull that you are brittle, easily broken?" That comment stung, and Shar felt as though her chest had been stabbed. He carried on "You have your orders, now follow them, to the letter. Do not forget from whence you came, child."
Finally, the Master released her hand, melding back into the crowd no sooner after having done so. Shar was angry; she had every right, privilege, and opportunity to do the old bastard in, but never the moment. Even for her, whom thought known every trick he had, that man evaded her like a most crafty fox. Truly infuriating he was.
Still, with him watching, she had to obey. She knew that much; to do otherwise would mean death slower and more painful than she could - or cared to, for that matter - imagine. Grumbling curses upon him, she quickly stepped into an alley, away from the prying eyes of the average civilian and city guard. Just watch, huh? The hell does he think I am, his b*tch? Fine... if she gets away though, I'm pitting the blame upon him. See if that old bastard keeps pushing me around when he takes a nice long dirtnap into eternity after that fiasco.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 25, 2009 15:17:50 GMT -5
Cervantes was watching outside as Tommy returned, obviously going out to buy the liquor for the bar as he was pushing a cart with numerous barrels on it. Cervantes nodded, Tommy's face showed immediate concern as he went inside. Cervantes shook his head, waiting patiently as he waited for the girl to return, he checked the alley, ensuring their escape route was still good...
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