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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jul 8, 2013 9:39:23 GMT -6
Tuatara was sad a moment when Richter said he hadn't seen Aeros. But only for a moment, because Richter made the point that it was probably good that Aeros wasn't around. At least that's what he got from it.
"His name is Manis," Tuatara said. A grin played at this lips. "He's real good with a sword. Or at least he was. Never as crafty as me, but he was really skilled." He stared into space for a moment as they walked. "I think it's been eight years since I left home. I've met a few people that remind me of him, but they couldn't of been him. Most were too young to be him. The closest was this green haired Ilian Aeros and I came across while we were in Lycia."
Tuatara looked around. He hoped Richter knew his way around the tents, because he didn't. "I'm sure he's somewhere out of trouble, maybe even has a family. At least I hope so. I don't want him being like me, getting into messy situations and stuff. He doesn't have my luck." He laughed, a big grin on his face.
"What about you Richter? All I know about you is you're awesome at fighting, I've thrown my shoe at you before, and you and Clair are... cool," Tuatara said. "That and y'all have saved my skin several times and given better ways to use my skills." He still had a grin. He wouldn't let Richter get away with asking all the questions.
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Post by Mana on Jul 9, 2013 16:59:50 GMT -6
"Well...I must admit that the ruin don't give me many good memories. Although meeting you guys was certainly a great thing, of course." Mana rubbed her cheek as she continued placing her gaze at the sky. He was right. That ruin was really something. She still remembered vaguely how she lost consciousness and had some bad dream.
And then Elias mentioned something about Ostia again. They hadn't told her much about the calamity they experienced there. She had a feeling that they had quite interesting experience, either good or bad, in the destroyed city. "You really went there again? You should have invited me. Well, at least you should have waited until we can go together," she said, chuckling. It wasn't that she really wanted to visit that mysterious ruin again, she just felt like to say it. Maybe she would someday, just to sate her curiousity about that place's true nature. "Anyway, you, and us, have quite good luck to be gathered together again, you know. Probably it's something called the strength of friendship." Mana was someone who believed in something like bond between people or destiny but she wouldn't disagree that it might be luck that got them meet again.
"Geez...Maybe I can't avoid Wyatt forever, huh? I wonder if I should apologize..." she grumbled to herself. She wondered if Elias sent her back alone to give her a private moment to speak with Wyatt, to solve their dispute.
Mana ignored his suggestion to go back and started to tell him stories. "Well, not much happened after I left you guys. Just went to some town and had fight with mercenaries before I went to Wyatt's forge. That was a hell. I thought I would die there. Maybe I would if Yaen and Wein didn't help me. Oh, there was Zelphiam as well." Mana started to tell Elias about her little adventure, just like he did. She blushed a little when she remembered how she met her first love. There was also another story about her meeting with a weird man, which was actually her father, but the girl didn't recognize him. "Hmm...I also met a strange man. He gave me...this weird inside my chest but I can't really describe what it is." She then sighed and turned at the mage. Looking from his face, he seemed a little better after a little rest.
Another red figure appeared, and this one turned her fangirl mode on. "Kenshin!" Mana got up, she looked excited. He looked just fine, which made her glad. Kenshin had been taken away after the chaos in the arena by some soldiers so she had been a little worried. But before she could say anything more the living legend spoke first and invited her to his room. "Huh?" That was...something. She wanted a chance to talk or spar with him, and now the chance came from Kenshin himself. The Sacaen girl failed to notice his serious expression and smiled happily, probably too happy. "Okay! I am definitely going to go your room tonight." Mana didn't even care what he might want to talk about, it wasn't important for her. "By the way...Did you come to us because you wanted to race too?" she asked.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 10, 2013 18:10:58 GMT -6
"As far as I knew, you were off having fun in Sacae. Little did I know you were off having fun in Bern instead." He laughed. "I went alone, solo, one on one to go kick that ruins butt super hard. And I did, there was this crazy thing inside. I don't really know what happened or how it happened, but there was like this giant see other places thing that let me see other places and junk and it was cool, but that's how I knew that Wyatt got his butt smeared by that dragon. So I teleported to Bern. Somehow. There was something magicky about that ruin that let me teleport halfway across Elibe. It was so cool. Maybe after everythings not so janky we can all go there?" His arms stretched out at either side of him as he lay there, his chest puffed out in some sort of show of confidence. When she said something about the 'strength of friendship' or something super corny like that, it made him happy. He always thought of himself as some kind of friendless mutant that everyone was simply too blind to see his awesomeness shining like a lighthouse in the middle of the sea or something. It's a problem that seemed to come up a lot with him actually, like it was some kind of theme to his life. So, whether or not it could be honestly be said as true it didn't matter that much to him.
With a grunt of effort, he hoisted his body up once more. Preferring to have a better look at the world around him instead of the world about him for a minute. "I dunno if you should apologize or anything, but it would suck if you two stayed mad forever. Mad is, like, the lamest emotion. It's not helpful, makes you do stupid things, and you always feel crappy afterwards. Though fury is kinda cool, that's like beyond mad, that's when you do cool things like jumping off houses and blowing up walls and junk. Happy is best though, because when you're happy you're happy. Everyone likes being happy, right?"
"Wyatt must have just escaped his whatever and then met you, sounds like Wyatt has been busier than the both of us combined. Geez. I'll have to pester him later and get him to tell me what happened. I doubt you have died though. Good guys like us just won't die like that, not enough drama or fun. It needs to be a big, triumphant moment! Or maybe a lame stupid one to hammer in the stupid 'death is not dramatic' point or something. Never in some kind of medium not cool but not generic type of situation. I mean, you know the legend of Crowley right? He like took on the entire etrurian army before getting killed, that's awesome. We're cool guys like that, when we die it better be just as cool." Elias ranted on, missing the bit about a 'Zelphiam' or 'Wein' or 'Yaen' though he seemed to catch the second bit just fine.
"A weird man? Giving you weird feelings in your chest? He might have been a wizard! Or you had indigestion or something. Sometimes I get it super bad and I get weird feelings in my chest too." He punctuated the thought with a thump on the chest with his fist.
Some random guy decided to come up and be all rude and junk and completely ruined the moment geez what a dork. Elias sort of pouted in the background as Mana seemed super happy and energetic over the visitor. One of her friends or something. She called him Kenshin, and perhaps Elias should have cared about that. There was a time in his life he would he freaked out, screeched, jumped up and down and begin to fan his self for fear of being too hyped. Now he was just all... eh... about it. Like there was a small part of him that cared, but it was being drowned out by the vast majority of not caring. He didn't exactly seem very heroic anyways, he just seemed super broody and sad about everything. Kenshin even gave him a glance and Elias just shrugged before standing. "It's alright, you should go ahead Mana. I need to go fetch my staves. I left them like a million miles away."
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Post by Richter Abend on Jul 10, 2013 20:46:39 GMT -6
"Me?" asked Richter, shrugging his shoulders casually. He never did like talking about his past, but Tuatara had been open enough to answer his questions, so he probably owed the young man some answers. "Well..."
The commander trailed off. Where to start? Tuatara had showed up during the Prophet's Sacaen campaign, so it wasn't like there was any need to hide that black spot in his past, but that also meant there was less to talk about. Perhaps his childhood? It was painful, but admittedly easier to talk about now. Perhaps time was healing wounds, just as it should, it just took longer with the pink haired Ilian.
"I grew up in Ilia, as you already know," Richter started, covering the basics. "My father was an ex-mercenary commander, and both of my brothers followed in his footsteps, each coming to command their own mercenary companies before they even turned twenty-five. I was to follow suit, but before I could, the Bernese soldier rebellions happened. We were all sent out to fight, but during the battle of Engadine Valley, my brother was defeated and captured by slavers. We and the rest of King Bern's hired mercenaries eventually settled the rebellion, but our family was never the same."
The commander paused, both in movement and speech, while staring at the ground. He kicked a rock at his feet, before letting out a long sigh.
"When I was 20, the of mercenaries that ran the area we lived in came around on a typical money run, but they were a bit rowdier than usual. They threatened and killed one of my friends who initially resisted payment, and when I stood up to them, they killed my mother, father, and my oldest brother. I was not at home when they burned it, and my sister Mary survived by hiding in the cellar. We were all that was left." Richter blinked back a small tear. It had happened, yes, but it was about time he got over it, and he definitely wouldn't cry about it in front of Tuatara.
"I left home to find the men who killed my family, but I never found them, and before I knew it, I found my destiny tied to Etruria."
He looked back at Tuatara. The pink haired warrior was quite sure why he had opened up to Tut, but it didn't seem the wrong thing to do. "You know most of the rest, and anything else probably isn't all that important."
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jul 13, 2013 10:19:53 GMT -6
Tuatara nodded as Richter finished talking. It seems family problems are always problems. He smiled at the thought, but quickly wiped it away. Nothing about Richter's story had been funny. So he's got missing family too...
"Well, I'm sure your sister's safe and you'll find your brother," Tuatara said some-what casually. "I know I'll find mine. Gotta make sure he hasn't been too lazy all these years." He laughed a little, looking around at the tents. They all looked the same to him so he wasn't sure how close to Clair they were.
"But first I suppose we have a battle to win, damsels to rescue, whatever it is you do these days," Tuatara said with a smile. He stopped for a moment. Well that's odd... he thought, the smile fading a little. Haven't talked like this since I left home. He continued walking, his smile returning. Some people never change. He rolled his eyes at himself and followed Richter.
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