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Post by Roara on Mar 21, 2008 19:07:20 GMT -5
(Bad idea Pinata. Hehe I forgot to tell you something.. I will PM you)
Evan laughed as Pinata fruitlessly made a move on her. Seeing as some color was finally emerging in the group, he decided to stay up and see what happens- then fall asleep and rest until the following day's travels.
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Post by Vaidia on Mar 22, 2008 11:02:46 GMT -5
Emerald eyes, so perfectly green, caught the ember glow of the fire and flame's light remained there as she stared at the flames. To what would normally bring warmth, did nothing for eyes which remained as cold and brittle as ice. The man's words would not do anything to her, for she had no reason to feel reaction. There would be nothing done to him but a simple reply, a rare one that brought her rarely heard voice to light.
"You may not," The reply was polite in content, but the manner of speaking was distant hostility and filled with cold mistrust. It told more of her feelings of these people than any explanation of words could, as she intended, so nothing more would have to be said.
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Post by Roara on Mar 22, 2008 12:48:14 GMT -5
He saw it coming, but didn't think too much of it, anyways, he could hardly keep his weary eye lids open, and he had finally found a position of comfort.
"Both of you get some sleep.." He mumbled just loud enough to hear before he fell out of consciousness.
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Post by piñata on Mar 22, 2008 14:31:11 GMT -5
Pinata shrugged, neither hurt nor offended by the brushoff, and took a swig from the flask he had previously offered the woman before capping it and placing it carefully back on his hip. One grew a thick skin where rejection was concerned, after three hundred years of trying. Not all attempts were unsuccessful, but enough were that he didn't let it get to him.
He did wonder about her, though. She hadn't even revealed her name, and the mistrust in her voice simmered beneath the surface of his thoughts in equal measure. He figured Evan trusted her, or she wouldn't be out here with them... but he would keep an eye on her.
Thoughts of betrayal clouded his dreams, and he slept fitfully. His dreams were filled with dark conspiracies and horrifying images, including one scenario where the woman slit Evan's throat in his sleep.
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Post by Roara on Mar 22, 2008 15:43:28 GMT -5
(yeaaaaarg Pinata no morning yet!)
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Post by piñata on Mar 24, 2008 10:15:52 GMT -5
(It's not morning yet. He's just up extremely early. Unless, of course, you needed him to be asleep for something, in which case I'll edit. Also, this needs an OOC thread.)
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Post by Roara on Mar 24, 2008 13:39:45 GMT -5
(OOC Made. Get your butt back asleep.)
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Post by piñata on Mar 25, 2008 10:44:43 GMT -5
(Post fixed. Can we get on with it now?)
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Post by Roara on Mar 26, 2008 0:20:02 GMT -5
(sorry I will post tomorrow)
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Post by piñata on Mar 26, 2008 9:53:38 GMT -5
(Fat lot of good that OOC thread did us, eh?
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Post by Roara on Mar 27, 2008 20:20:47 GMT -5
Evan's dreams were clouded. The first were of him and his wife, on their honeymoon. The sky reflecting off of the lake were brilliant, pillars symbolizing the temple below rose up around them. Then, there was one of him in a haunted dungeon. At the end of his dreams, his most prized posession was stolen from him. The dream shocked him, and he sat up quickly, patting his chest looking for the lump that meant the amulet he had been given to bond him to her.
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The group seemed to have nothing of interest. Maybe a few weapons, but he didn't need them. He searched through the bags, the pockets, and even the ears. On the last one- the short one in black, he did find one thing though. It was an amulet. One with a silver symbol on it, and writing in a language that he had seen but had no understanding of. He slid it off and examined it in the dim sunlight, trying to make out the words.
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Evan couldn't find it. Then he heard it, the sound of tiny pieces of metal clinking together. He stood up slowly, and reached for his sword. He drew it as quietly as possible. Holding it in his right hand, he reared, then lunged ferociously.
Where there should have been a man with a sword impaired through his chest, stood a tree, a sword stuck in it. Evan yanked it up and looked around quickly.
"Is it worth that much to you?" The man asked, in a voice that sounded like a clowns, but echoed and had a trivial tone to it.
"If it is, then you will have to take it from me." He said, and started floating down the path, like he was being carried on a platform by slaves, one arm supporting the head that held the spike whiskered mask.
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Post by piñata on Mar 28, 2008 8:34:28 GMT -5
Pinata heard the sword slamming into the tree, and drew his own weapon. Turning in the direction of the man's voice (and realizing he lacked any other ranged weapons that couldn't be easily blocked), he raised his hand and sent a particularly large fireball in the thief's direction. "What'd he get?" he asked Evan.
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Post by Roara on Mar 28, 2008 10:03:57 GMT -5
"Something too valuable to lose." Evan said, running after the masked thief. He reached a bend, only to see that the one he was after was nearly around the next.
"Come on, take only what you need!" Evan yelled, and took off after him.
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Post by piñata on Mar 28, 2008 10:12:03 GMT -5
Pinata heeded Evan's words, taking only his sword and whatever he was wearing (pouches of money and jerky, the ubiquitous hip flask and several daggers). Everything else could be replaced. He didn't have time to waste rousing the woman gently, so he simply kicked her in the back as he ran past.
(OOC: Yes, Vaidia's going to hate me for that, but our characters look to be developing an antagonistic relationship anyway.)
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Post by Vaidia on Mar 28, 2008 23:03:21 GMT -5
((Barrrg... I would post that early but I'm still sleeping/Just waking up... Eh, oh well. I'll work with what I've been given))
She had fallen asleep quickly, allowing silk-sweet darkness to take it's hold and drag her gently into it's nurturing cradle. Her mind had fallen easily into this dark, for the days exhaustions had gnawed away any quibbling will she had to be the one of wisdom and remain free of this too tight envelope of dear regenerative action. Yet, she was in control enough to keep her mind from sharing it's stories with this dark, as she always did, for to dream would be to bring unnecessary reminders and distractments from her goal. To stray or falter, even a little, would mean one moment less that she would be closer to finding him...
But, so deep was this exhaustion brought sleep that, where she would normally awaken in all but a breaths disturbance in the air, it took someones harsh action of a boot to the back to bring her to consciousness. Immediately, she wound about, skimming a calloused hand across the ground and then wrapping it around her blade and then swinging it toward the attacking foe--
But it was only him. She would give him a scowl, one that would give death if acted any further along. But, on the same reflex of her blade not striking him when her woke her so politely, she would bring her mind to focus on what was more important: The why.
It seemed as if some sort of commotion was occurring. Had she been foolish enough to rest through it? How dare she, to be alert was in her duty, written in her blood and mind. Had she truly made such a mistake, one that cost so much as a loss to the lead one traveling here? To amend, she would certainly have to catch this thief (Her subconsciousness had managed to pick this much out).
Rising, taking only her blade and blank coat of arms (which she slipped on rather quickly while dashing forward) , the fully conditioned body of a seasoned warrior made it's way, charging forward to the commotion ahead of her.
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