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Post by Plot Device on Jul 18, 2012 9:12:22 GMT -6
The guard looked up and down Jya, his eyes narrowing. There had been reports of late, in Lycia and in Bern, of an assassin of short and slender build who wore forest green, and always left a piece of green cloth covering their kills. Normally a color wouldn't be enough to arrest someone, but with so much of it, and matching the limited physical description, they could throw caution to the wind.
"I need you to come with me." He said, placing a set of manacles on the girl, who was not resisting him. She meerly looked lost, confused too. Maybe he had gotten the wrong person? Jya was lead through town and back to the guard barracks, where her weapons and gear were confiscated and she was lead down a long stone hall. The other thieves would be able to see her passing through the window in their cell, and would likely have plenty of time to check since the clinking of the manacles was a perfect indication of movement in the hallway. She was ushered past the room, and placed into another. This room was solid stone, no windows, and the door was a solid slab of metal with a sliding sight plate. Clearly a room for more...dangerous...criminals.
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Post by Mana on Jul 18, 2012 13:14:00 GMT -6
"Ouch..." Mana felt a little pain when Wyatt applied some treatment for her fresh wound, the ointment gave some sore feeling on her wound. It was helpful because at her current state the girl would have a great trouble bandaging herself. "Well...Thank you, Wyatt. And don't worry about it. I won't do it again, probably."
As he explained to her, they started moving throught the crowd again at steady pace. Mana seemed a little troubled with his answer. Well, she just had to find another arena to prepare herself for the upcoming tournament. But maybe that had to wait until her hand recovered fully, with Wyatt's Vulnerary she should be able to use her hand again in a few hours, although her injured hand probably needed to one day to recover fully.
"That's... frightening. I am not used with that kind of attention. Great! Now I feel a little scared," she remarked at his explanation. Although she said that the girl didn't show much fear and fidgety in her face, yet she felt anxious deep inside her heart. Mana shrugged and chuckled when Wyatt said he wanted to give a try himself. It would be interesting to watch him, and hopefully the next arena would be more fair than the previous one. "Sure you can have the next arena. I can't fight with this hand anyway. You must win or I would get mad," she said with a small giggle at the end.
After they walked a little further into the city, Mana spotted another arena not too far from where they walked. She didn't have any trouble with the crowds surrounding the arena because it was located in the lower ground. Looking at the fighters, who looked like a rather skilled swordman and a young double wielding axe-user, Mana grabbed Wyatt on his arm to stop him. "Hey, how about that one? They look better than my opponent! At least they know how to handle their weapons. Not sure though, we need to watch closer to know," she said. At the same time the spectators cheered when the swordman landed a finishing blow to the axe-user and knocked him unconscious.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jul 18, 2012 20:03:07 GMT -6
“Again, who said anything about a dress?” replied Richter, crossing his arms over his chest. With a small sigh, he gave Clair a good once-over. To be completely honest, imagining her comfortably in a dress was near impossible, and wouldn’t be surprised if it ended up making her attract more attention than not. She was an Ilian, and it wasn’t unheard of for Ilian nobles to go about in battle gear, but that ivory white and scarlet trimmed armor was far too conspicuous. It practically screamed for the attention of assassin daggers.
“I figure we could get you a set of armor that attracts less notice,” Richter said, before directing his gaze to the spear in her hand. “And bind that spear in cloth or something. It glows like a candle.” Then looking Clair in the eyes, the pink haired Ilian rubbed his chin. “That way, you wouldn’t look out of place in a crowd of rowdy tournament goers, but you’d also fit in talking to the men if it was necessary.” Richter nodded in satisfaction at the suggestion. It seemed like a suitable compromise to him, and he hoped Clair would agree. There was little doubt in Richter’s mind that the rebels would attempt something during the tournament, especially considering the moves he and his men would be taking against them along with the local garrison, and he wanted to be prepared, preferably in secret.
After all, this wasn’t Richter’s first tussle with rebels. No, he had felt the full force of angry rebellion at its peak, and it had almost killed him. Even being one for a time, he now understood how they worked. Rebellion is like a rash on the skin. It starts off mild, ignorable, but the more you scratch it and prod it, the more it acts up. It becomes painful, and burns. Brute force never works. It only makes it worse, and causes it to leave scars that never quite heal.
“Does that work for you?”
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Jul 18, 2012 22:08:15 GMT -6
Wyatt laughed a little at Mana. [red]"Well you'd sure build a name for yourself if you cut yourself before every fight!"[/red] He said with a smile as they started off again. [red]"Besides, it would be a big insult to your opponent if you were too scared of the crowd to give them your best. You got really mad at me when you thought I was holding back, they would probably be really annoyed if you couldn't fight 'em with all your strength. So next time, just think about the other fighter. You've got your duty to give them all you've got, and you cannot let any distractions get in the way."[/red] He said as the moved down the street, and found a new arena. This one built into the earth, so it must have been a more permanent one. Good, he was tired of the shady fights.
[red]"Hmm, my turn eh? All right then!"[/red] He spoke, stepping up to the ring side. [red]"I'll fight next."[/red] He said to the announcer, who turned to look at him.
[green]"Another axe guy, eh? You sure you even got a chance in there kid?"[/green] He asked, eying him up and down.
Wyatt just smiled. [red]"I think I'll do all right, what are the rules?"[/red] He asked, checking through his weapons. Only his hammer and his fire axe. The latter would be a bad call, he might destroy the entire ring! So it looked like he was using his smith hammer for this fight.
The announcer looked over his choice of weapons and arched an eyebrow, before palming his face. [green]"Fight goes until one yields, can no longer fight, or I stop the fight for any reason. That's more for stubborn people that are gonna die, but it can happen for other reasons."[/green] He explained. [green]"We have a few weapons here if you need one, that might not be the best tool for the job."[/green]
Wyatt looked over to the side at the weapon barrel and grimaced. [red]"A real smith would never use a weapon belonging to someone else."[/red] He said, hefting up his maul into both hands. [red]"I learned, worked and lived by this hammer, and I'll fight by it too!"[/red] He said, resting it onto his shoulder as he looked at his opponent. An unarmored swordsman, so did he practice Sacaen style? That might be troublesome, but at least he had more experience with it now then he'd had before.
[blue]"So, the last guy uses two, and you think just go with a bigger one? Come on."[/blue] He said, thinking the match already over just looking at Wyatt.
[red]"I'm hoping for a good fight. I'll try not to disappoint."[/red] Wyatt responded, as he stepped into the center of the ring.
Now that he was here, maybe Mana was right. The cheers of the crowd, all the noise around him, it was a little bit distracting. But he was already at enough of a disadvantage in this fight, and to top it all off one of his own hits might kill the swordsman if he connected. If he pulled them, he'd lose speed and he'd never hit them, but if he swung full force, he might crush his ribcage.
To win this fight he'd need to find a solution, and fast.
[green]"Begin!"[/green]
The swordsman rushed at Wyatt, bringing the small blade in a quick arc. Wyatt was no longer in it's path, as he'd deftly moved himself to the other side. It was at this point that he saw the sword's path curving, coming around for a slash shaped like the crescent moon. Wyatt hoped back quickly, the blade nicking his chest and drawing a tiny amount of blood. The swordsman stopped for a moment, flicking the blood off of the blade.
[blue]"Not bad. Most people can't dodge the 'Dance of the Crescent Moon' that well. I'm impressed."[/blue]
Wyatt just arched an eyebrow. [red]"You named your attacks? That seems a little...arrogant to me."[/red]
The swordsman shrugged. [blue]"Maybe."[/blue] He responded, moving in for another series of attacks that kept Wyatt on the defensive as he jumped and dodged around them.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jul 19, 2012 13:02:46 GMT -6
She's very strange, Tuatara thought as Mel ranted. Small and firery, reminds me a bit of myself. Though I don't hand out death threats to everyone I meet. And then Hiro grabbed her, giving her a big ole wet one. "Oh...okaaay..." There was a long bout of silence. "...Ooookay, well, um, I'll just give y'all some privacy," he said quickly turning and facing into a corner. I guess some people don't have standards.
Where are you Aeros? I'm surrounded by very strange people and I can't find Richter either, Tuatara thought, still standing in the corner. There was some noise and movement outside. He moved to the door, keeping his back to the other two. A guard rushed some girl in green by.
Huh, they got someone else, Tuatara thought. They really are serious. Maybe that dude in the purple is right. I guess I can wait a bit before I continue searching. Besides, that Captain Saint guy said he'd check out my story..... well his lackey did. Meh, I'll get out soon, I'm sure.
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Post by Jya on Jul 19, 2012 15:08:09 GMT -6
Jya didn't resist arrest. It would be extremely stupid for her to do so, especially when she was so far into the city. With such an event going on, then that meant there were plenty of guards to go around. She didn't turn or look around either, she simple allowed herself to get shackled. It was hopefully a misunderstanding, she was honestly unable to think of a reason why this would happen.
The guard continued to not explain a thing and she felt uncomfortable in asking. She tested the weight of the shackles as she was guided to the prison. As her stuff was being taken, she couldn't help but stiffen from the lack of weight. Her weapon was precious to her as they had saved her life a number of times and it didn't help that a guard raised an eyebrow as he sorted her things.
As she was guided to the cell, she noticed that there was a number of empty cells that they passed through. The expression on her face was mix of frustration and absolute confusion as they continued to pass through the rows of people. Even when she entered her locked room, she was definitely feeling even more uneasy. It would have been pitch black if not for the torch in the room and as she examined the door, there wasn't even a handle for her to push or pull. She had no choice but to sit herself against the wall and hope that it was all a horrible mistake.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jul 19, 2012 17:41:03 GMT -6
Mel stared at Hiro a brow raised as he pressed his lips in, what was he trying to do? Whatever it was it did not seem to be working in his favor in the slightest stretch of the mind. A kiss was meant to be shared between lovers, or someone trying to seduce another. Yet there was no flare of affection, or anything other than annoyance. It was like he was just flicking her on the arm. It was known never to prod an angry lion, or something like that. She wasn't much of a lion, but she sure could dish out similar enough to one against one measly shackled man.
Slowly she lifted her arm as if to wrap it around the man and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. Slowly she knitted her fingers through his hair getting a good grip before pulling it downward with a sharp tug. In a flash she had kneed him venomously between the legs.
"So you really get off as a pervert huh?" a malicious grin was plastered to her face as she stared up at him for a moment and moved to kick him again.
"I wanna stab you reaaaal bad right now" she said with a sarcastic tone running her hand back carefully through her hair to pull it out of her face staying oblivious to what was happening out of the cell.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 19, 2012 17:45:34 GMT -6
The Falcoknight cleared her head. She wasn't going to be pushed and pulled around by her own indecision on matters she was fully committed to. She just wasn't sure she completely agreed with Richter's assessment that they should disappear. When she'd made her way here, it had been with the intent of changing the situation. Rebels, and Ilian forces would be forced to stop and listen, because the conditions would be changed. They counted as a new faction entering the field. Hopefully, one that could find a settlement acceptable by both sides. Yet, she'd found herself thinking in terms of warfare again so quickly.
Richter seemed pretty set in his mind. At least Marcus had proven himself adaptable.
"I don't approve of hiding ourselves, and I don't like what it says we came here for." The Falcoknight's voice took on a quiet, brittle undertone about it. Most of this plan ran counter to her own inclinations. She maintained a steady calm as she continued. "I'll work with it for now though. Unless something changes drastically before the day of the competition."
If this action complicated things in the future for them, Richter would be staring down a big fat "I told you so." It might work out for them though. Just not in the same way she'd planned for.
"I trust Lord Martyn won't mind if his lady is armed." Her mouth twisted into a smirk as she looked over to Marcus. She wasn't thrilled at the moment, but she was going to try to keep from raining on the others' parade. Now she had to go and find a smith to make some armor for her as well. Apparently, hers was too shiny. Bleh... wrapping the lance in anything was bound to look strange....
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jul 21, 2012 12:41:20 GMT -6
Marcus smiled at Clair's remark. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the Falcoknight during his time away from the group. Now that he was back, he felt like he belonged to a group again, a piece that fit snugly into a larger whole. It was also relieving to be with people who knew who he was. He didn't have to be Marchamut, God of Thunder, or Renly the Etrurian priest around Richter and Clair. He could simply relax and be with friends. At least until he had to become Lord Martyn.
Marcus gave Clair a mocking smile. "My Lady can arm herself however she chooses. After all, we are Ilian nobles, not some Lycian Marquess who sees it fit to prance about in finery," Marcus added. He tried to keep himself from laughing, but failed as he let out a high-pitched fit of laughter. This whole charade amused him greatly. He almost couldn't wait to pretend to be some highborn noble, and having Clair as his Lady Martyn was an intriguing prospect indeed.
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jul 22, 2012 7:53:12 GMT -6
Hiro had hoped Tut would have called for a guard by now but he hadn't. "Ah," Hiro gasped, falling to his knees, in sock and confusion. He turned around? He thought amongst the pain. That little bastard, Hiro went to help him and that's how he repays him? Groaning in pain Hiro stumbled to his feet, bend with pain. "God damn, it wasn't the best kiss I had either but that's no damn reason to do that. If you would like we can practice later." Hiro blew a kiss to Mel as he winked with his good eye.
Tut had seemed occupied with something at the door, was a guard peeking in and saw the kiss and the events after? Maybe not they would have stepped in out of fear Hiro would do something to the girl. Hiro couldn't hear much after the knee to the manhood, his ears were ringing. This girl had some real anger issues, maybe she needed to get laid or something. "You and that kid should get to know each other and hang out after I, single handily, get us out. It will do wonders for your people skills"
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jul 22, 2012 13:49:13 GMT -6
Mel watched the pained male taking a seat lazily and leaning back against the wall with a soft smile. "Now you are speaking sense, go single handedly get us out.."
She sighed softly stretching out her arms and lacing her fingers as she rolled her shoulders getting comfortable in her place. "Well you had better hurry up, I am rather impatient..." Her mind drifted to her apples, they were still good for now and their crisp taste was much desired. For now she was tired, and all she really wanted was to sleep. Yet she did not in any ways feel safe enough to sleep around either of the strangers. People mostly caused problems when not watched closely.
"Mmm..." Mel grumbled softly pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. "Hmm...how much longer? If you are as good as you seem to act then you should be able to get out quickly."
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Zero
Myrmidon
Wandering the world to perfect his technique and find his rival.
Posts: 62
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Post by Zero on Jul 23, 2012 2:41:59 GMT -6
Zero heaved out a dissapointed sigh upon Kenshins's response but it was all too true. Kenshin was a rather famous swordsman at least from where Zero was raised he was considered famous. That fame would without a doubt mean Zero wasn't the only aspiring swordsman to have seeked his tutiledge. Even so just being able to meet him was enough to make Zero feel elated. That was, until he felt something metal strike the back of his head a couple times. Turning around in discontent he rubbed his sore head and spoke out.
"Ok now who is the wiseguy who keeps hitting me like that? I know there are some exciting matches going on but you'll have to wait patiently if you want a better view! W-Wait a second"
Zero quickly took notice of the light blue haired Sacaen woman behind him,something about her seemed very familiar to him,her garb was that of a Sacaen plainswoman,she was carrying a sword on her back,and she had light blue hair almost like his but even lighter. Still he couldn't but his finger on it completely. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew this woman,like he hadn't seen her in years or something. Zero nervously turned around,pondering this thought in his mind,surely hoping the woman caught a glimpse of his own face as well.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jul 23, 2012 10:28:18 GMT -6
Tuatara turned, not surprised they were still at it. "Ok, save it for the honeymoon. They just escorted a girl in green into a cell close to ours. Maybe she can help. Or we can help her. Or something." By now he had gotten over his surprise of those two's lip action.
"So, I have decided to hear your plan too, Mr..... whatever your name is," Tuatara said to Hiro. "Though as the lady says, make it quick. I'm getting bored." And then he sat on the floor."And, I'm hungry."
These guy's are nutter's, Tuatara thought. How am I going to get out of here with these two? He has an over sized ego, and she seems to think she's evil and malicious. And I am outta luck. I knew I shouldn't have followed those guy's into this stupid building. It probably wasn't even Marcus!
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Post by Kenshin on Jul 24, 2012 14:04:17 GMT -6
"After I'm done here I'm going to return to my home for a while, you're always welcome to visit. A lot of the swordsmen there had trained along side me for a few years, I'm sure they'd be glad to train with you."
Kenshin had heard the crowd talking about a Space an swords woman who just recently won her battle the this new girl seems to be from Sacae as well. "Excuse me for interrupting but are you the women I hear the people talking about?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 24, 2012 22:24:03 GMT -6
"Good. I expected nothing less." Clair had been trying to make a joke, and she'd tried to speak in a light tone, but the fact was, she was serious as well. She was still working on her full intent, but the Ilian Mistrals would be friendlier to whatever inconvenienced her than she would at this point. A disguise? It seemed like such a pain. She'd take preparation and a straight up fight over subterfuge any day.
She glanced over to Marcus as a thought hit her. Both she and Marcus both looked very young. Early twenties. People would assume they were newlyweds, or something under this disguise. The Falcoknight fidgeted and bit the inside of her lip as a way of venting some of the energy tied up with all this. She wasn't particularly thrilled with the concept. It wasn't anything to do with Marcus. At least he was a friend, and "Lady Martyn" could do far less for handsome young men. She'd never payed much attention to the scar across Marcus' eye, and while she felt no added draw to men with scars, it did add a sort of rakish and serious mix to his expressions. He really did look like a cute young guy (despite her knowledge that he was likely far older than her). So why was she still disturbed about all this, while the other two seemed to be able to relax. Other than the reasons she already knew, at least.
Part of it might have been the relationship that she and Richter were moving into now. Was simple play acting enough to bother her? Is that all it took? It seemed more likely that the complexities and limits a disguise put on her were the most likely culprit. Things Richter probably hadn't bothered looking deep enough to perceive, or hadn't thought of. There had to be better ways to use her time. Another part of her wondered if maybe she was simply mad at herself for being so focused on duty all the time. Even she recognized that she had a hard time relaxing for a break.
"Well, what now? We could take a look through the streets. I could find some new armor. I could really take care of that without any help though."
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