Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Sept 1, 2012 20:12:39 GMT -6
This particular blue-haired girl's head snapped at the warning, and then gaped at the projectile. She briefly considered trying to stop the blade with a well-timed Flux, but that would take more time than she had, so she decided to just to leap, ungracefully, to the side, a cat's indignant sounds of being rudely awoken emanating from her bag. She landed odd, on the tips of her toes, resulting in her falling forward with a little surprised noise, attempting to keep her balance by sticking her arms out like a bird, and then trying to protect her face as she fell forward.
She laid there for a moment, taking stock of the current situation: she was here in Bern, her best friend (the one who wasn't a feline) and her other companions most likely far away, laying face-down on the street of some city she didn't know the name of, and a sword had just been flung at her. She flipped herself back over, leaning up on her palms, and then pushed herself back onto her feet. Her bag lay there on the ground, but she wasn't too worried about that right now; Solomon could take care of himself for now. She scanned the area quickly, getting her bearings once more, and then identified the obviously different person who had warned her.
"What was that!?" she shouted, primarily for a lack of other, more inventive things to say. Honestly, how often was a sword launched at you? Especially without somehow provoking the wielder into doing such an insane action. She held her arms at her sides, and her face was more surprised than anything; again, the pure shock of it had seemingly destroyed any showmanship she possessed.
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Post by Kenshin on Sept 2, 2012 7:08:02 GMT -6
Kenshin was pleased that she was taking good care of the blade that once belonged to him. "It's no longer my blade to wield, the spirits don't see me fit to hold a sacred weapon such as the Falcatta. Even the hilt felt foreign as I tried to pull the blade from it's resting place, you are the owner of the sword now. Don't think you have to wield a sword to defeat another with one Wyatt, the hardest battle I ever fought was against a man holding a mighty axe much larger than yours, to answer your question, no I do not plan on entering. I'm only here searching for an old friend for advice. I figured with an event like this I'd run into him, he has always had a tenancy for violence." Kenshin shot a quick look to Yaen to see if he'd react in case he knew the person he was talking about. Kenshin figured the group of them just standing in front of the stand must have been bad for Valcrist's chance of making gold.
He focused his attention to the replicas on the table before him, picking up a sword he looked at it for a second and placed it back down and spoke louder than he had been. "This is some fine work you have here. If I wasn't a warrior I'd pick one or two up myself." Kenshin then lowered his voice back down to what he had been using before. "If I wish to get a good enough seat to watch the fighter I might want to try to my way into the arena now. Good luck to those of you who plan on entering." He could see people trying to make their way towards the stand now, he even heard a few of them say something about if it's good enough to get phrase from the Crimson Demon it was worthy to buy. As he walked away he turned to Valcrist and gave him a wink.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Sept 2, 2012 9:35:20 GMT -6
Yaen released Valcrist and patted his shoulder. Wyatt's challenge did not go unheard, in fact, it brought a small smile to the Sacaen's face. "I would like that very much. I look forward to meeting you in the tournament." he replied.
As Kenshin spoke, Yaen started to nod without really realising it. He knew all to well what he was speaking of. He had been there, after all. That axe had nearly cleaved him in two. At the mention of Alan, he tensed. Would Alan really be here? Before, he hadn't been sure, but then, it was his homeland, and the man was violent.
"Pardon me, friends. Valcrist, please don't run off this time." he said, moving past them to follow Kenshin. "Kenshin." he stated once he was sure the crowd around them would hide his words from the others. "Do you truly believe that he will be here?" he asked. His smile was gone, his face set like stone. There was a look in his eye, not quite a fire, but a smoldering. "In five years, I've not once dared take a single step into this land. You, if no one else, should know why I would come here now."
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Post by Jya on Sept 2, 2012 18:46:47 GMT -6
Jya had wondered the busy streets, trying to find any sign of Lyrt. She had even forced herself to ask about the girl. As time dragged on, she realized that her friend might be as frustrated as she was with not being able to find her. She took a break by buying a snack off of a food stand and trying to relax in the shade of an alleyway. It wasn't until the commotion did she finally perk her attention back into her surroundings.
She had noticed something rushing through the air and she guessed that it was perhaps a piece of rock. By the reaction of a number of people she piqued out of the corner to find a sword sticking out one of the stalls. It seemed familiar and with a drone mentality she moved beside it. Sure enough as she bent over and dislodged it, this was Lyrt sword. That more than likely meant she was close by.
She did not need to scan the area, as she looked back, the girl was still there. She waved the sword in the air to indicate that it was indeed her before looking over to what it could have struck. For a moment she did not recognize who the person was but it clicked together.
"Isabel?" she asked, her voice uncertain and a bit confused.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2012 0:23:38 GMT -6
Lyrt watched in horror as the sword sped away towards the poor girl who seemed blissfully unaware. Had she not heard the war- Oh she had. The girl immediately snapped to attention her jaw dropping as the blade caught her eye. She leapt out of the way just in time Lyrt giving out a sigh of relief at her safety.
The girl seemed to be unharmed yet her balance had forsaken her and she tumbled over. Eyes widening in horror Lyrt sprung up to her feet letting put a soft hiss of pain as her ankle shouted otherwise. Slowly she slipped back to her knees watching quietly shame filling her. Her actions had injured someone, and if she hadn't called out a warning possibly killed them. It pressed into her heart the girl trembling in self disgust.
Gritting her teeth she stumbled over to the girl she had nearly injured and bowed low careful not to place all her weight on her sore left ankle. "My clumsiness injured you...I am truly sorry and will compensate in any way that I am able for any damage I have done to you or your property. I...I have some bandages and...ah...salves for bruises and..."
The snowy haired girl babbled on about everything that she had on her that would be of any use while digging through the bag strapped to her back. "Please do tell me what I am able to do for you..." A familiar voice piqued her memory and she glanced to the side keeping her back bent all the while. "Jya!" she called staring at her with wide and happy eyes pleased to have found her at long last.
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Post by Kenshin on Sept 3, 2012 1:36:06 GMT -6
Kenshin had figured Yaen would follow him if he knew who he was looking for. Turning around he met eyes with him, his expression was as serious as Yaen. "I am truly unsure if he will be here or not. I seek answers, he once held Malte after we defeated that 'hero' I need to know what happened to it." raising the bow up a bit "I'm sure you know what this is, I had used the Falcatta to seal it with Hannon's grave and when the spirits chose Mana to draw the blade it was released as well. I do not wish to make the journey to see a true legend to return it but I will if need be."
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 3, 2012 10:52:06 GMT -6
"No need to be nervous," said Richter, attempting to assuage Clair's jitters. "You've fought and killed men far more adept than an average tournament junkie." The pink haired commander placed a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder, giving her a small pat on the pauldron. "This should be easy for you."
As the line nudged slowly forward, however, the Illian couldn't help but let out a low growl. He wasn't nervous, but he was getting agitated. They'd been in this line for at least a half an hour, and until they got inside the arena, there wasn't much to do but stand around and watch the multitudes of people mull about as the crowing of the merchants and showmen rang through the air.
"I just hope this line gets moving. I'm ready to crack some skulls."
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Sept 3, 2012 13:14:30 GMT -6
At his voice the girl seemed to jump, startled and said "Ah...oh I am hearty and well, I thank you for your concern though." She then smiled and hurried off as though she was on a mission. "That reminds me I need to get in line for the tournament."
After looking around for a couple of minuets he spots the line and gets in line behind a guy with a lance swirling around some alcohol in a bottle."Hmmmm.... a drunk fighter could be dangerous in the tournament because they might not know when to stop." He thinks.
looking around the square once more, Edrick notices some fighters of some renown in line and just wandering around the square. "This will be a tough tournament, I will be lucky to make it four rounds let alone win this whole thing." He says at in a low voice. And he turns his focus back to the line, just waiting for the arena to come into view.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Sept 3, 2012 16:49:50 GMT -6
Of course he knew what the bow was, it was one of the most sacred thing Sacae possessed, maybe even moreso than the Manni Katti itself. Out of respect, he bowed as it was presented. "I will pray that you find him first, Master." he replied. "For when I meet him again, one of us will die." Yaen confessed, staring dead into the master swordsman's eyes. "Perhaps it is wrong to say so. Perhaps my desire is selfish and wrong. Perhaps it makes me no less the monster than he is. But I will kill him."
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 3, 2012 17:53:23 GMT -6
Oh thank the universe, first Kenshin and then Yaen left to go do something. He could survive one, but both at the same time gave him panic attacks. Letting out deep breaths, he began to relax. Kenshin bought something, but he wasn't really paying attention to that. He would freak out over it later, but now he's just happy that they were gone.
"I'm sorry for that Mana, I was just looking for any reason to excuse myself. I'm not really good around certain people" He didn't even know what he would of said if she had went off with him. Probably just embarrassed complaining that would make her want to punch him. Assuming she doesn't already.
He looked at the blacksmith for a moment. He was sure his name was said somewhere in the conversation, perhaps many times, but he wasn't really in the position to pay attention. "I'm being rude. We've met but I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Valcrist Terris." He had a small, uneasy grin that would probably snap the second the fragile peace of mind he established crumbled underneath itself. The tournament will put him at ease though, surely. Hopefully. It wasn't for a few hours though. He held out a hand to the blacksmith, trying to be friendly. "It's nice to see you again."
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Post by Mana on Sept 3, 2012 18:28:32 GMT -6
Mana had a questioning look when Kenshin stated how the spirit had chosen her. The spirit might have done it, but the girl still didn't realize what fortune had fell onto her. Then, he said this sword belonged to her now, which made the Sacaen girl both happy and proud although slightly embarassed for the recognition she just got. When Kenshin was going to leave the scene, and Yaen went to follow him, Mana felt a bit disappointed for not be able to talk longer with them. Yet, she seemed content for the little time she had chatting with Kenshin. "Ah...I wish we could talk longer..." she grumbled.
The other swordman, Valcrist, suddenly asked her a weird request. He wanted to talk with her in private, seemingly asking for her help. Wondering what he wanted, Mana only answered his request with another questioning look. But she agreed anyway and nodded to the man. "Alright," she answered shortly, not sure what he was going to tell her. There was one problem, though. Yaen went to catch up with Kenshin and she was going to have some talk with Valcrist, in private, thus it meant leaving Wyatt alone. Although she felt bad for leaving Wyatt, she couldn't just refuse Valcrist. It probably wouldn't be long, anyway. "Lets go then," she said as she returned Falcatta to its sheath.
"I'm sorry for that Mana, I was just looking for any reason to excuse myself. I'm not really good around certain people"
"Huh?" Mana frowned at his statement. Suddenly, drawing her sword again seemed to be a good idea. But she wouldn't. "Oh, you didn't have anything to say. Okay, apology accepted." Yaen and Kenshin seemed to be good persons so there must be a good reason why Valcrist wanted to avoid them. Mana seemed displeased with how he explained it and sighed as she put her hand on her waist. "I wonder why you tried to avoid them, though. And Yaen, he is your teacher, isn't he?" she asked after Valcrist finished telling Wyatt his name.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Sept 3, 2012 19:50:42 GMT -6
Isabel sort of just stood there, looking at this... Wow, what kind of hair color was this? Sure, her's wasn't exactly the most normal of all colors, but... Wow. This girl's hair really popped. An apology was made, and the shaman's indignation subsided... Which allowed her to more rationally respond to the offer of medicinal aid. "Oh, look, I'm fine." she replied, holding up her hands to reveal that she still wore her fingerless blue gloves. Her forearms had a couple scrapes on them, and, in truth, the rest of her wasn't doing so hot after that little fall, but in light of what could have happened, it wasn't the worst outcome possible. "Or at least, I will be fine. Don't worry about it; I've been in more threatening situations. After all, I am the great-"
"Isabel?" an all-too-familiar voice called out. The blue-garbed girl spun on her heels, looking for the tell-tale green blur but being disappointed to not find it. Maybe it was just her imagination; she had just been moping about-
"Jya!"
So this was either some cruel joke or... Nope! There she was! "Jya!" Isabel yelled out, looking in the same direction as the girl who had launched the sword at her was. And there she was; her assassin friend, in much less conspicuous clothing! She then stopped, noticing the sword in Jya's hands, looking back to the snowy-haired girl, and then back at Jya. She completed this little cycle several more times before deciding it was best to stop being an idiot. "So, um. Yeah. I'm the great Isabel LeFury and... I... Okay, I'm lost. You two know each other, I get that. I don't really care how right now, but... Jya, I'm really excited to see you again, but does your companion here launch that sword at strangers often?" She stood there at the beginning of her rant, but by the end, she was moving back to pick up her bag, which she slung back over her shoulder and opened a bit to reveal the irritated head of a certain black cat. "And you must excuse me, I'm usually more... Polished than this." she started, directing this to the unfamiliar girl. "It isn't very often, though, that I get a sword thrown at me. Spears, throwing axes, arrows, even fireballs, those are things I can handle. Throwing swords... You might be onto something there."
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Post by Jya on Sept 3, 2012 20:23:28 GMT -6
Jya looked from Isabel to Lyrt, noticing a similar pattern in their face. They both seemed to be happy to see her to say the least. It actually made her a bit unsure on how to respond to the two. Should she move over to Isabel and greet her first or perhaps over to Lyrt and return her sword? She struggled for a moment but found that she would have no place to put the sword, all her sheath are full. So she offered her sword up to Lyrt first.
"Umm yeah, it has been awhile!" she exclaimed soon remembering the circumstances of their separation. Now how was she to explain herself before her and Calvin. As she looked around, she saw no signs of the young bard and found that she would only have to explain herself to one person.
"Sorry for not being able to find you Lyrt, I sort of, somewhat, got arrested for mistaken identity I would think," she explained or at least tried to. It wasn't completely true and the fact that they had a reason to be out for her head made her uneasy. She never imagined of being part of a wanted list but that was the least of her worries now.
"Now umm Isabel, why are you around here?" she asked, purposely trying to avoid explaining herself and her sudden disappearance. Now that she thought about it, she really should make her way towards the arena.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 3, 2012 21:54:55 GMT -6
Wyatt felt himself swell up slightly as Mana's comment. He'd worked on a legendary weapon..that was so. Now he hadn't taken it to a forge yet, he'd mostly just used his whetstone to keep the blade pristine, and shined it (when Mana didn't do it herself, which was rare). Still, the comment did remind him of some of the incredible things he'd accomplished. And then, they all ran off. Mana and Valcrist to one side, Kenshin and Yaen to the other. The latter two seemed like they had something personal to discuss, and Wyatt was more then happy to let them go on their own. He drifted over towards Valcrist and Mana as the older smith re-introduced himself.
[red]"Ah, I am Wyatt...of Laus I suppose."[/red] He said, finding it awkward that he was the only one gathered without either a last name or a title. He took Valcrist's hand and gave it a hearty shake, noting how timid he seemed to look. [red]"And I'm not surprised at that Mana. Yaen is kind of a...forceful personality. Valcrist doesn't seem like the kind of person to like that, even if Yaen is a better sword fighter."[/red] He remarked, watching the crowd start to funnel in.
[red]"It's just as well though, I don't think any of us act like our usual selves in front of Yaen!"[/red] He said, elbowing Mana gently with a laugh. [red]"So...you cam here to sell some souvenirs?"[/red] He asked of Valcrist, minding his tone. It wouldn't be right to judge someone else over something superfluous like that. After all, there was just as much detail and skill that went into making a weapon look good.
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 3, 2012 22:28:43 GMT -6
With a firm shake of the hand, Valcrist was feeling comfortable again. Wyatt even seemed to be trying to cheer Valcrist up, which he did not expect. "It's nice to meet you Wyatt." Or meet again, they didn't really meet before though. Valcrist talked to him once and only really asked if he had heard of his village or something, he couldn't remember well. It was probably some self-conscious thing.
Mana asked why Valcrist was so uncomfortable around Yaen, and he thought for a moment. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why anymore. "It's not only that Wyatt." Valcrist gave a small shrug, an awkward smile on his face. Scratching an itch that didn't exist and suppressing his empty laugh. All the stupid things he did when he was uncomfortable. He tried his best to not show it, his best wasn't very good however. Putting his arm down, he cleared his throat. "It's not them, they're very fine and well people. It's me. Yaen was my teacher over a year ago, but I ended up running away from him. I was... scared. It's hard to explain, but I'm ashamed of myself and every time I see Yaen and Kenshin, it just reminds me of that." It was a time of bad memories and even now, almost two years later, all that has happened and changed, he still felt like a weak child when Yaen was around.
He let out a small chuckle. "I looked up to Kenshin, you know? I even had long hair like Kenshin's before, I was a fan. It was stories of his actions that inspired me to begin traveling. It's a little jarring to see him in person. Yaen was my teacher, the first person to help me learn to fight, laid the foundation that became the groundwork of my swordplay. I looked up to them, both of them." He let out a small sigh. "Eh, it's a boring topic, you didn't ask for my life story." He added with a smile and wave of his hand, brushing the topic away.
Valcrist took a few steps to behind his stall again after being pulled away by Yaen. "I didn't come here to sell my items though. I'm just selling them while I'm here. I came to watch the tournament. If I can make some money while I'm here with my blacksmithing, it's even better." He looked at one of the souvenir weapons then back at Wyatt. "There's not a lot of call for actual weapons to be honest. This town is full of compotent smiths, and the fighters in the tournament are almost always carrying their own weapons. Occasionally someone will want something, but replicas and imitation weapons are much more popular and sell better. People want mementos of this event, not actual combat tools."
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