Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 14, 2009 19:23:23 GMT -6
Mavick sat at his desk, in his room, in the home that he shared with his brother. When his brother wasn't out polluting the sea with his stupidity, that is. The little shaman nonchalantly turned a page in the book he was reading, eyes lazily moving over the words.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 15, 2009 13:51:51 GMT -6
Around this point, a massive hand reached down and grabbed the book from the table, holding it high...very high, up in the air, before tossing it to the floor," BROTHER! I'M HOOOOME!" if the little shaman turned around, he would gaze upon the giant armored pirate that was his brother, Lyar. He had been away at sea for couple of months, no doubt a blessing for the little guy, but now that he was back...chances are the now neat house would be messy again in a matter of moments...starting with the muddy boots and the dirty pair of socks already tossed down on the recently sweeping floor (Oh and that dusty old book written by some dead guy, but who cares about that?) ," Did you miss me brother?! I brought you a present!"
Beaming, Lyar reached into a bag he had strapped to his side, and pulled out a purple cloak of sorts, apparently...errrrm, borrowed without permission from a now dead shaman, but he wouldn't tell Mavick that," I saw it was your favorite color, and said to myself: gee, now what 'little' " saying the word little louder than the others as a joke, "Brother of mine would like this?"
(OOC: Unlike past versions of Lyar, he is slightly smarter AND has a bigger vocabulary...and doesn't shout as much!
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 15, 2009 14:17:23 GMT -6
Mavick jumped slightly as his book was taken and someone started shouting, but after eighteen years of the same routine, he was used to it. "Lyar, you dastard!" he shrieked at the top of his little lungs. "You've not been home four five minutes and you've already suceeded at soiling my nice clean floors, interupting my studies, AND p*ssing me off!" He yelled, the tacticians face turning red.
When Lyar produced the cloak, Mavick sighed. "Yes, well, thank you." he replied, taking the cloak for closer inspection. It was then that he heard the word. "I AM NOT SMALL, D*MNIT!" he started off, face turning red again. "YOU JUST TOOK SO MUCH GROWTH THERE WASN'T ANY LEFT FOR ME! D*MN SHAME YOU DIDN'T TAKE ANY BRAINS WITH YOU WHILE YOU WERE AT IT! MAYBE THEN I COULD ACTUALLY TOLERATE YOU!"
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 15, 2009 15:15:03 GMT -6
"Yar har har har!! Ye be funny when ye be angry! Maybe ye'd be less angry if we got ye a girlfriend!" some more mockery here, before he sat down on the chair opposite of his sibling, leaning back in his chair and resting his feet ( dirty feet) on the table, before stretching, ignoring the discomfort of sitting while wearing armor with axes (as FE pirates oddly dual wield, so there.) strapped to your back," So, what'd I miss? I been busy doing me duties fer Ostia and what all else! A privateer's life fer me!" with this, he unstrapped his axes from his back, and just casually tossed them to the ground: one digging into the floor, the other on top of the book Mavick had been reading," So...what's fer dinner? Did ye get a job yet? What have ye been up ta? Ye been a good 'little' boy while yer olda brotha was away? I be wantin' th' details!"
...why yes, Lyar did aquire some sort of accent while away, being the sponge that he is...
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 15, 2009 16:45:12 GMT -6
Mavick's right eye was starting to twitch, his face getting redder and redder. "Brother...Why are you....wrecking...my....room?" he asked slowly, fighting off the urge to bombard his brother with a flux spell. Lyars continued stupidity, however, made it impossible. "JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" he shouted. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOING!? CLEANING UP THE MESS FROM THE LAST TIME YOU NEARLY BURNED OUR HOUSE DOWN! AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, BEING A TACTITIAN IS A JOB, AND ITS A HELL OF A LOT BETTER THAN BEING A D*MNED PRIVATEER, SEEING AS I ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE!"
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 15, 2009 18:28:12 GMT -6
As always, Mavick's outbursts didn't offend Lyar the slightest: it was just how he was. "Eh, yer job is only useful for battles where ye be just standin' 'round and yell at people...actually, that be ye in eh nutshell." What? Lyar just came up with something clever? Madness! "Besides, at least I actively serve Ostia! I live a life of adveture! Sailin th' seas! Fightin' Pirates! Meetin' lots o' people! Much more fun then sittin' in eh dark room, stickin' mah nose in eh book all day!" he smiled, although then took his feet off his brother's table," So...what's for lunch?"
Lunch...Dinner...it was all just the time to eat lots of food to him.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 15, 2009 20:32:35 GMT -6
Mavick snorted. "Dearest brother, the only difference between a privateer and a pirate is that your actions are pardoned by the Marquess. Other than that, your just like any other half-witted scoundrel on a boat." he replied bluntly, picking his book up off the floor. "And for your information, if it wasn't for tactitians like myself, there wouldn't be an Ostia." He pointed out, dusting the book off. Yet again, Lyar asked what was for dinner...or lunch...whichever. "How should I know?" he asked with a scowl. "I'm not cooking for you, if thats what you think."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Jul 15, 2009 21:27:32 GMT -6
"Psssh~! Remember what happened five years a-go in Ostia? Where was ye tacticians then? Probably sitting round a table debating how to surrender our glorious land? That's th' problem with people like you: you may have th' brains, yet ye lack common logic." it was odd to see Lyar angry: you could hear it in his voice, and yet he still had his happy smile on his face,"Well, I'm going to go out and have some fun...maybe find some other kids and play tag! You can either sit in this dark room and read books that make no sense, OR: you can tag along and actually get some sun for a change, you pale faced midget."
Lyar was probably one of the only people in the world who could possibly get away with that, as he put back on his socks and boots. Then got his weaponry, and exited his brother's room, then the house in general, stepping out into the sun...it was a nice day indeed
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 15, 2009 21:59:13 GMT -6
"Bull sh*t! It's not my fault whoever was leading that battle was so damned incompetent!" Mavick shouted back. And, while it was true, Lyar could get away with constant short jokes and live, it didn't mean he would get off scott-free. As the pirate stepped out the door, the window from the second floor opened. "DIE!" came a shriek, as the midget landed on his, clasped his arms around the privateers shoudlers, and comedically tried to choke him and kicked at his armor.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Jul 16, 2009 15:31:21 GMT -6
Despite Mavick's feeble attempt to strangle him, Lyar was smirking: His trap worked perfectly. He used his LITTLE brother's hatred of the word LITTLE to trick him into coming outside and intot he sun for a change! With this, he then cleared his throat, and with a grin, stated," You've just been tricked...PIGGYBACK TIME!" With this he grabbed Mavick by the arms so he couldn't escape, and dashed off and down the streets, little kids and adults alike laughing at the sight, while little kids ran after them, wanting to be the next on the ride.
Running down the streets, you could see that Ostia was still repairing itself from five years ago, though things were obviously improved: most of the rubble had been cleared up, new homes and shops were built, and a park was also formed, where a statue in the middle read:
'In honor of those who lost their lives defending our country. Never Forget. Never Give in.'
"Well now brother, having fun for a change?!"
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 16, 2009 16:14:18 GMT -6
Mavick slowed as he started processing what his brother said. "...Wait...No, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he shrieked as Lyar started running. "WAAAAAH! STOP! YOUR GOING TO DROP ME!" He pleaded, a rare moment of little brother-ness seeping through.
As Lyar came to a stop, Mavick had failed to notice that his grip had tightened into an iron hold around the mans neck, clinging for life. "N-no!" he retorted. "Th-that w-wasn't fun, damn it! Stop treating me like a child, Brother!"
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 16, 2009 20:18:34 GMT -6
"The day you learn not to underestimate me, then get out and see the world, is the day I will see you as a man." you would notice he dropped the now apparently fake accent, as he set the little boy down next to the park's fountain, and turned to the kids that were just starting to catch up," Now then brother, try and explore town a bit and actually TRY and make friends, while I play with the neighborhood kids!" with this, he ran off to begin giving the children piggyback rides: Lyar was known around the parts to be great with kids despite his profession...
...apparently, Lyar had been getting smarter and smarter as he traveled. Not even close to on par with Mavick of course, but he had gained some cunning and some more, much needed, common sense.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 19, 2009 18:28:59 GMT -6
Mavick stared after his brother, mouth hanging wide open as he ran over the facts of what just happened. And again. And again. And yet, it all came down to the same answer. "...Lyar...tricked....me..." he mumbled. Wide-eyed, he began to walk home, muttering those three horrible words the whole way.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 26, 2009 15:17:02 GMT -6
-some time later, after playing with little kids and telling them stories of the high seas-
The door of the Grim brother's house swung open, as Lyar burst in and shouted comically,"MAAAAVICK! I'm HOOOOOOME!" with this he kicked off his, once again, muddy boots, dropped his weaponry onto the floor, and removed his armor in a nice, a lyar tidy (oxymoron) pile, before walking into their kitchen, and rested his feet on the table as he sat uncomfortably in a chair that was too small for him. He realized his error, and went around to the much larger chair...now to think of what to have for dinner...and then bug Mavick...at the same time.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 26, 2009 17:17:44 GMT -6
Mavick let out a weary sigh at his brothers booming voice. "You don't need to tell me, Brother. I could hear you enter a room if I was deaf!" he shouted back from the kitchen, chopping onions. He heard the lug sit down behind him, and sighed. "Wrong chair, Lyar." he informed without even turning around. It was a sixth sense he'd inherited after living with the lovable fool for so long.
"So..." he started, dropping the onions into a pot of stew. "I've been hearing a few things about some new leader of Eutruria. You sailor-types hear alot of gossip. Have any information I might find useful?" he asked, stirring the stew, before tasting a small bit of the broth.
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