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Post by Janus on Nov 8, 2005 16:04:25 GMT -5
"Erm... Sorry.. Well, it's because I don't know what to call you! Jinn sounds rude, and you look more like a kid to me than an adult, so I used it. I'm sure you'll stop hearing it when ya stop looking like the children of younger races."
"..............." There was a pointed silence as Janus just -starred- at Acies like, 'was that an insult or are you just partially brain dead?'. "....I assure you, I am taller than most of my kind." He said in a pouty voice. Sure, he was considered 'young' for his kind but he was certainly no kid! Just... more along the lines of the equivalent of a human teenager.
"Does anyone here know exactly when things are going to start around here," He says as he pushes himself from his spot on the wall "I am beginning to grow rather bored with these useless antics involving a slave."
Anyone ever seen a mouse lunge for a cat? Well that analogy came pretty close to describing the extremely powerful (and theoretically suicidal) urge to strangle the bloody daylights out of the harpy... first harpy he's ever had the misfortune of meeting and he's already treating him like dirt.
~Winged little overgrown bastard pigeon from the Abyss...~ Janus thought venomously as a comical expression of glaring daggers came across his delicate face, red eyes meeting golden ones in a 'come over HERE and say that, jerk-off!' manner.
~Oh yes, I'm so smart. Challenge the bloodthirsty decedent of the people who practically committed genocide on my race, armed with what... a couple spice bottles and granted, very nice silk clothes...~
But there was still that odd tugging at his chest he couldn't explain when he looked at the harpy. Was it... regret? It's not like he's ever met the man, but something in him felt very saddened, a part of him tearfully mournful over something he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
It was as if... no matter how angry or hurtful the harpy could be, this overwhelming sense of melancholy would stay his hand.
Now drowning in his thoughts and curiosities he walked after the two men numbly, biting his lip as he watched his slippered feet disappear and reappear with each thoughtless step.
"You're welcome."
Janus blinked up, his ruby eyes looking rather baffled as if these words were foreign to him. "Ahhh..." He took ahold of his hood in his smallish gloved hands and pulled it around his face, swallowing a lump that appeared from no where in his throat.
"Sounds suspicious to me... I think you might be tryin' to blackmail the... Nice Jinn male! I don't think you can be trusted, Hooded Guy."
He looked side to side at both of them, holding his hands to his chest as he eyed them both and finally said in a slightly waily voice: "You both are so -weird-! Most people want to brand me like some sort of farm animal and you two are being curiously nice... regardless.... I suppose I need some help." He said quietly, looking at both of them with a blatantly cautious look. "... where am I for starters? Basil and I were fishing and... we flew too far away from Terra do Fogo..." He started making dramatic gestures with his hands as he was telling his story, eyes growing wide and expressive. "And then there was this storm! All I wanted was to catch some Iron-Tail tuna, because Thant needed the bones to make me some new spoons as well as I found this nice fern to make a soup out of and I figured the meat could be boiled with it, but FWOOOSH!" Hand spastically move to the side in a flamboyant gesture to indicate a wind. "A squall came in faster than Tzu'Tzu to his meal time! It's a wonder Basil and I survived! I know I'm on the main land... but... I know nothing about the main land." He muttered softly, leaning back until his backside rested against a wall. "I don't know where I am, or where to go... no one can navigate the Sea of the Abyss well enough to take me back to Terra do Fogo... and the people here want me as their bondage bed buddy... I don't understand what's going on... all the stories I've heard, when we used to live in the main land, we got along with everyone!" His hands balled up to fists as he shook them for emphasis. "Now everyone wants my hide! I'm... I'm trying to find Ni'lai." His shoulder slumped. "... but I can't seem to find anything on it... I met another Jinn not long ago... who was enslaved... I wanted to free him but he was too scared to run away... he told me if I wanted to know how to find Ni'lai I had to look for a lady named Mandolin..."
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Post by Fimbulwinter on Nov 8, 2005 18:07:10 GMT -5
Fimbulwinter frowned at the Hurricane and pulled his hood back,
"I am Fimbulwinter Ebonwood, Witchhunter. And dont bother indroducing yourself. The Hurricane has enough of a reputation as is." He said quietly, "I merely wished to offer the Jinn some help."
He then listened to the Jinn babble on about a storm and being stranded on the mainland. Then he mentioned having to find Mandolin.
Fimbulwinter flinched at the sound of the name and inwardly swore at himself for doing so. It wasn't that he hadn't heard the name before, but to hear "Find" and "Mandolin" in the same sentence... He mentally shrugged off this line of thought.
It will lead me no where good, that's for sure.
He realized he hadn't asked the Jinn's name.
"How rude of me...Might I ask your name?" He asked the Jinn softly, "And I might be able to provide assistance in..." His throat choked up, but he cleared it and uttered with great reluctance, "finding Mandolin. "
Gods, this has to be obvious now... The questions will be coming soon. No doubt from the Hurricane. He seems far too curious of me for my tastes...
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laertes
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Post by laertes on Nov 8, 2005 21:36:36 GMT -5
"What a useless bunch of...." Laertes had been trying to see if anyone in the temple area had any information, but to his dismay (yet not his surprise) no one in the area had any information.
"Tch" his eyebrow twitched and his mouth winched as someone asked him if he knew any information. 'Are these the fellows in my profession? How depressing...'
Before he would completely lose it on the ingrates he was surrounded with, Laertes decided to seek information elsewhere. He did what he does best in a crowded situation, covering his face with his hood and sliding out of sight as he weaved through the crowd to wards some unpopulated area.
"...And I might be able to provide assistance in... finding Mandolin"
Laertes caught the last bit of their conversation as he spotted the three standing in an alley. 'Hmm, perhaps they can help...'
Making sure his identity was still hidden, he stood in the middle of the entrance to the dark alley, and with his arms crossed and feet spread shoulder width, he spoke in his most business-like tone.
"I couldn't help but overhear you three talking about the missing priestess. Now, I am here to propose a deal...." Laertes begins to walk to wards the three, arms still crossed and his face hidden in the shadows of his hood. "In exchange for helping me locate and seize her captors..."
As he's scanning the three, his vision stops on Janus 'Humph, small fry' Laertes did not hate the child for being a Jinn, he merely disrespected him for looking and acting so unprofessional.
"In exchange... I will protect whomever accepts my offer along the journey to find and return Mandolin. If none of you wish to accept, I would ask that you supply me with any information of the whereabouts of the captors" talking in a business-like tone was proving difficult for Laertes, he was a more to-the-point talker. Nonetheless, he stood there, waiting for a response from the three.
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Yue
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Post by Yue on Nov 9, 2005 6:04:50 GMT -5
Yue had returned Janus smile out of reflex and watched them leave. ‘What a bunch of weirdoes...’ She thought as she looked around yet again. Someone spoke up, asking for information but it didn’t look like the priests were going to give anyone anymore information then what was already written on the parchment. The Vitkatt however didn’t have a chance to get anywhere near it, getting showed out of the way every time she tried. She growled in the back of her throat and started to head away from the crowd but only managed to get pushed around. She was extremely tempted to use her claws and scratch whoever got in her way, but that plan flew out the window when someone bumped into her hard sending her crashing to the ground, and she was sure that she was going to be trampled to death if she didn’t do something. Her yelling didn’t seem to do any good, no one even looked down. In mild panic she did the only thing she could think of.
“Tora transformation.” She mumbled and was surrounded by a whirlwind of cold air making a few people step back and look down... seeing a small white tiger... which looked annoyed? But before anyone had the chance to really react it had leapt away leaving a group of utterly confused mercenaries in her wake... Yue let out small growling sounds as she ran, like she was mumbling something really nasty... then she spotted a cloaked man heading towards an alley, and being curious as she was... she followed, and heard familiar voices. She stalked over to stand besides the cloaked figure as he made his proposal to the other males. She looked between them, probably looking like she belonged to Laertes standing besides him like that.
‘Wonder who this Mandolin person is... oh well...” The small white tiger looked towards the Jinn and looked into his red eyes for a few long moments, she was fascinated by the color, never seen anyone with red eyes before.
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Post by Fimbulwinter on Nov 9, 2005 23:26:40 GMT -5
Fimbulwinter frowned at the Harpy wondering why every Harpy he'd ever met was rather rude.
Honestly...intruding on a private conversation. The nerve of some people. Should I offer the Harpy help? I know precisely what he's in it for. The money. There is probably no cause, no real reason besides money. That's how most people are. Even the Hurricane over there. My bet is he wouldn't be doing what he does if he wasn't getting well paid for it Fimbulwinter thought to himself.
"Well sir, before we go making any blood pacts," Fimbulwinter said, sarcasm dripping from his words, "Perhaps you'd like to inform us of who the hell you are?"
He smiled slightly at the Harpy and shook his arm ever so slightly so that a small throwing star fell into his hand.
Just in case He thought bitterly, This Harpy looks to be a bit...edgey.
(( Sorry Laertes, nothing personal. Fimbul just has a thing about Harpies... ))
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Post by Acies Valdun on Nov 10, 2005 0:00:06 GMT -5
Acies huffed softly as the Witchunter introduced himself, only making himself look worse in Acies'eyes. He'd heard of Witchunters before... Nasty folk who hated magic users. Megeliasis had saved Acies' hiney too many time for the Mercenary to hate spell casters, and those who would train themselves specifically to kill one didn't look so good in his book. Still, he might not have been so bad. At least he could talk about himself... A little.
Next the Harpy would show up, spouting off about wanting to protect all those he travelled with in exchange for some information about Mandolin's whereabouts and who her captors went. Aparently, the one called Fimbul didn't care for the Harpy... Being an Ex-Thief, Acies was good at spotting subtle hand movements that others might miss... The witchunter was preparing a weapon. Hell, this was only going to end badly if they fought.
"Bah... Go with him if ya want, Jinn Friend, but I'm not gonna. Hey, Wings! I know a place we can get all of the information we need and then some! C'mon and follow me, I'll feed ya while we're at it." The male slowly walked up to Laertes, patting the Harpy lightly on the chest to make sure the winged man focussed his attention fully on the smaller merenary, so no fighting would have to erupt in the alleyway.
"Good luck, Ebonwood. Say... If you find Mandolin first, I'll buy ya a beer!" A few hoots of laughter would follow the statement, as Aciesl ooked back up at Laertes. "Coming, Wings?" After that question was asked the Ex-Thief walked at a leisurely pace back out into the main streets, heading for the best kind of place to find information in a town... The pub!
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Post by Janus on Nov 10, 2005 12:34:31 GMT -5
Janus looked to the small gathering of people they had managed to scrounge up and took a corner of his cloak, sticking it between his teeth and pulling down on the fabric in a nervous gesture as the Harpy decided he wanted in on the conversation as well.
-ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump- his heart wasn't helping with the way it was pounding and racing in his chest.
"M... my name?" Janus repeated softly, blinking as if he had never been asked that question. Really... he never had. Most people just call him 'Jinn'... the people in his home always knew his name... so it was odd indeed.
"...J-....Janus. Janus Nels'Rhada." He managed to get out smoothly despite the small stutter in the beginning. "...I'm... just a simple cook. I'm... rather good at a flute though?" He offered, feeling overwhelmed and intimidated by the group of persons which towered over him. Even short little Acies seemed to 'tower' in mere presence.
Then there were some strange words with far too many insinuating meanings behind them as the group spoke of finding this 'missing priestess', once again as he bit and pulled at his cloth. Eyes looked up and he spotted a small white tiger starring... right at him? He blinked, slightly confused as to why the catlike creature found him interesting.
The Laertes locked eyes with him, and he was rather certain his knees were threatening to knock together. He heard horror stories about how battle hardened the Harpies were... Janus never so much as picked up a weapon, let along knew how to use one. He was deft with a knife... for gutting fish, peeling fruit and anything else relating to cooking that is.
But the harpies words were annoying him... all of them were. Save Fimbulwinter, the odd edge to his voice led him to believe there was a degree of concern on his part... but everyone else...
"... you are all so full of empty concern." He said finally, pulling the fabric out of his mouth and made a small grimace. "I admit that I need to find this Mandolin person for selfish reasons as well, but I'm at least also concerned for her welfare. She... she was a leader wasn't she? This shouldn't be a matter of 'I show you mine if you show me yours', it's a matter of restoring her to her people! What if she's a mother, or a sister, or a wife... I don't know anything about her but someone out there obviously misses her, and it shouldn't be a matter of beating eachother but a matter of helping someone in need! I'm not entirely comfortable with the little note on the sign that says: for her safe return, or for the heads of the one's responsible for her death... does anyone ELSE find that incredibly morbid?! How about we tone down the greedy bastard levels and try to familiarize ourselves with common decency?"
Though the Acies fellow seemed nice... he was dragging off Mister Gold and Scary and where the harpy went, Janus did -not-. Or at least that's what he would go with. Besides, Fimbulwinter couldn't be all -that- bad...
"... I think I shall go with him." He said quietly, bowing politely. One again he turned his attention to the tiger once again, quirking a brow and strangely not intimidated by the cat. Animals generally didn't frighten him, just humanoid creatures... besides, he had his ability to charm creatures if they got overly aggressive.
"Well, mister Fimbulwinter, if we're going to help miss Mandolin I think for starters I need to understand who she is." He folded his arms across his chest and quirked a white eyebrow from underneath his cowl. "... I get the distinct feeling you might know a thing or two about her... so if you want to help me, I need to be able to help you."
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laertes
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Post by laertes on Nov 10, 2005 14:54:00 GMT -5
"My name..." said Laertes as he pulls back his hood to let the wind flow through his hair "Is Laertes Kelomar."
He looked at the three as he said his name 'Hm, none of them seem to know who I am, good' he thought to himself as Acies walked up to him.
He had a slightly annoyed expression on his face as Acies patted him on the chest
"Well, at least someone isn't afraid of a mere harpie. I'll take you up on your offer, Hurricane. I doubt these two want very much to do with me, anyways."
His attention went back to Janus as he spewed out his little speech 'Heh, this little one seems afraid of me, how amusing' and as he he spun around to follow Acies to the pub, he turned his head and directed his cold eyes to wards the Jinn
"And for your information, Janus, I have no need for the money. I am merely going to serve the scoundrels who captured the priestess their just deserts."
He turned his head back to wards where ha came and started to walk out the alley.
"Wether or not she is deserving of my protection will be judged when I see her." He said with his usual, cold tone.
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Yue
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Post by Yue on Nov 10, 2005 15:13:42 GMT -5
Yue listened to the people around her, but found Janus the most interesting, he was the one that was the least interested in hunting people down just for money, sure money was good but you could live of the forests if needed money just made people greedy. And he was cute, in his shy blabbering way.
"Well, mister Fimbulwinter, if we're going to help miss Mandolin I think for starters I need to understand who she is." He folded his arms across his chest and quirked a white eyebrow from underneath his cowl. "... I get the distinct feeling you might know a thing or two about her... so if you want to help me, I need to be able to help you."
When they were done talking and Acies and Laertes had left, but not after Laertes had put his two cents in, Yue trotted over to the Jinn and grinned at him, which would be seen as slightly odd since she was an animal. What she did next though would probably freak a few people out.
“Yer eyes are so cool!!” The catlike creature said as it looked at Janus and swished its tail from side to side slightly before she was surrounded by a white whirlwind, and when it faded a few moments later Yue stood there, still grinning at the Jinn.
“And ya are cute as well, I’ve never seen a Jinn before, but I have a good first impression of them now.” She said and winked up at Janus with her cat like eyes. She brushed her black bangs away from her eyes before she held her hand out towards Janus.
“I’m Yue of the Vitkatt tribe, pleasure to meet ya.”
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Post by Fimbulwinter on Nov 10, 2005 20:05:18 GMT -5
Fimbulwinter watched the Harpy, Laertes, and the Hurricane depart with no real remorse. However he smiled widely when Janus introduced himself and agreed to come with him.
Good. It's too damn lonely on the roads anyways. Besides, if he's half of a cook I'll be eating better than I have in ages. Fimbul thought.
"Very glad that you'll accompany me, Janus." He said with his usual nonchalant tone.
The Vitkatt introduced herself in her animal form. He'd encountered the Vitkatt before. Interesting people with a rich heritage.
"Pleasure to meet you as well, Yue." Fimbul said kindly, "Janus, we should head to the temple of Tatriel. Chances are that the Priestesses there might know what Mandolin was last up to. You're welcome to come along, Yue. After we get some information from the Priestesses, we should head to the Inn and rest up. Chances are we'll have quite the journey ahead of us."
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Post by Janus on Nov 11, 2005 12:46:08 GMT -5
Janus frowned at Laertes as he spoke coldly on the matter of retreiving the estranged priestess from her captors, curling his bottom lip between his teeth before folding his arms across his small chest and giving a rather 'put off' look.
"Feh! Typical." He muttered, grumbling to himself. "And 'mere' harpy my ass, the stories my clan tells me, everyone should fear your kind, blood thirsty mongrels." He grunted, his lips set into a firm line of annoyance.
Ruby eyes carefully watched as the two men departed the allyway, turning his attention then to Yue and Fimbulwinter; fingers threading together as he looked thoughtfully, curious as to the catlike creature's presence... until she spoke. His expression only changed by a raise of his eyebrows as she commented on his eyes, grinning lopsidedly as he rubbed the back of his shyly, blinking in surprise as the girl he bumped into earlier appeared before him.
"Heh, well Jinn aren't common around here anymore... I'm glad you two aren't ready to flail the skin from my body." He blushed a bit, exchanging glances with them both and showing his gullibility and friendly nature finally and dropping the paranoia as the Harpy had left the general vicinity.
"Nice to meet you miss Yue, mister Fimbulwinter." Janus said politely, looking around a tad nervously. "I hear that the followers of Tatriel are a bit kinder to Jinn...so perhaps I can find shelter there, though I'm concerned with leaving Basil unattended for too long."
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Post by Yue on Nov 11, 2005 13:30:23 GMT -5
Yue watched with a smile as Janus blushed and smiled slightly as he spoke, the Vitkatt couldn’t help but think of it as really cute. She couldn’t phantom why people would hunt his kind down if they were anything like him they should be adored by most people. She let out a small laugh at the flail comment and shook her head slightly then tilted her head slightly to the side and looked at Janus with her grey-blue cat like eyes.
“Well I assure ya Janus, I ain’t that nasty. I only kill what I’m gonna eat, and no offence to ya, but I don’t think ya would taste that good in a stew, yer to bony for that.” She said with in a joking tone and winked at him.
"Janus, we should head to the temple of Tatriel. Chances are that the Priestesses there might know what Mandolin was last up to. You're welcome to come along, Yue. After we get some information from the Priestesses, we should head to the Inn and rest up. Chances are we'll have quite the journey ahead of us."
Yue smiled widely at Fimbul at his offer for her to accompany them.
“Nice to meet ya as well Fimbul! And ff it’s alright with you guys I’d really like to tag along. I ain’t going no where specific at the moment. Dunno where I’m heading to be honest.” She said and scratched the back of her neck a little. “But ya don’t have to worry, I ain’t gonna get in the way or nothing.”
"Nice to meet you miss Yue, mister Fimbulwinter." Janus said politely, looking around a tad nervously. "I hear that the followers of Tatriel are a bit kinder to Jinn...so perhaps I can find shelter there, though I'm concerned with leaving Basil unattended for too long."
Yue raised an eyebrow at the Jinn then let out a small laugh. “Ya don’t have to call me ‘Miss’. It sounds so... um... formal. Just call me Yue... Hey... who’s Basil by the way, yer pet? Why didn’t ya just bring it into town?”
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Lukal
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Post by Lukal on Nov 11, 2005 15:59:15 GMT -5
Unlike most people, Lukal was busying himself away from the hustle and bustle of Illirion. His eyes felt like they had lead weights hanging from each lid. Sleep had been coming with more difficulty, what few hours he had to rest seemed consumed with nagging thoughts and bad dreams. Still walking, his free hand rubbed the cuts upon his wrist where manacles had dug in a bit too deep for comfort. Fingers rotating an enchanted metal wristband he wore, which helped masked the bruises and cuts as well as act as a elemental implement. A hand reached up to rub his mis-matched eyes, brushing aside a dark array of auburn locks from them as he did so, before moving errant strands of brown behind his ears. Though they seemed always to fall back over his green and dull brown eyes, eyes that if you looked long enough could be mistaken for a galactic spectrum or perhaps it was the other way around? Second glances...they were rarely granted.
The figure plodded on, exhaustion overwhelmed his body as boots were scrapped along the ground. How many days had it been now four…five?
Lukal the infamous alchemist? At least they can’t get into my dreams.
Steam rose eerily from the thick tree-tops as the sun peaked from behind the mass of vegetation, illuminating the terrain from the umbra of its sleep. Wanderlust ran thick in his bones, since he had already been somewhat rambunctious even from a young age, wondering off and falling down hillsides and into rivers, exploding things. His little escapades almost sent his poor father to an early grave when the lad had failed to return home after a day of chasing rodent’s, killing insects and trying to perform very catastrophic alchemy. And boy did he get the beating of a lifetime for that little mishap. The brunette was always getting rebuked for his little spectacles. Ah sweet fond memories, the youth grinned and carried on walking all the while pondering over how his gaffer was doing, his gaffer being his dad, who happened to be only seventeen years older, still the word gaffer always made the pair laugh out in unison.
Silence…and then, “OH EVENTIDE, please save my sorry ass!” He boomed across the land, arms flaying in the air like a madman he ran a good hundred yards before skidding to a halt only to topple of over some sort of large green rock and flop about like a turtle flipped on his back. Struggling with his cloak hands tousled back the folds of material and as he lay there just about to get onto all fours, something large and bug eyed was in his face. “Sweet Eventide what the fu-! ARGHHH!” The youth screamed, clutching onto his cloak for all it was worth and shuffling backwards and away from the, “D-D-DEMON!” A finger pointed accusing at the Tzu'tzu, “St-stay back.” Index finger was pressed against the creatures head, trying to force the rather large insect away with little affect. In a fright Lukal had taken a phial from his bag and lobbed it at the creature’s shell, the liquid content sloshing about and exerted a faint glimmer of light from within it’s glassy confines, it was only a moment later did he realise that he had literally thrown away a bottle of his infamous ‘false dawn’ potion, you fool. It was never retrieved, cowardness had claimed the boy.
Scrabbling up the brunette managed to grab some honey and nut sweet loaf and once again resumed pelting small inanimate objects at the creature, after some parchment with this work and insignia on, some clothing, an apple and finally some blue giggle berry seeds were sent flying, before making his get away and running for all it was worth away from the critter and towards the heart of Illirion. “ARGHHHHH!”
Never pausing once Lukal just entered the grand city, and blended in with the rest of the citizens. The Temple of Vau-cheth, bobbed into view and it seemed something was up and so Lukal slowly made his way towards all the commotion. That was the plan, however he had only taken a few steps when a pair of strong calloused hands harshly grabbed at his limbs, not caring if the lad already sore tender skin and cuts were reopened upon contact. The men took the boy aside, away from too many preying eyes and into a less crowded lane away from the main area that surrounded the temple.
There were five men altogether or six and one slowly broke away from the group. Coming around to the front end of the auburn haired boy the tall formidable Lord leaned over, snatching at some of the strands to pull the brat's head up to look him in the face and into his odd eyes. "You enjoy your freedom too much…maybe I should kill you..." Letting go he stepped back and muttered snidely some sarcastic comment, causing the rest of his pathetic goons to guffaw. Pausing he considered punishment, though hesitated, "It would be much easier than attempting to train you like some ungrateful hound. Like father like son. A worthless whore! Your nothing more that my little slutty alchemist. Well, well fancy finding my little treasure here, I see you must be here for the ‘Mandolin Blackwood, High Priestess of Tatriel’ escapade, so which one is it…fame or fortune?”
Careful to hide a majority of his current frustration the boy glared at the ground pointedly ignoring those who began to gather, most seemed more interested in the disappearance of this priestess anyway, which was a good thing. When the Lord’s polished boot's came into sight, he did his to keep from spitting upon them. Couldn't let the blue blood think he was truly in control now could he? Unable to hold back a hiss when his hair was yanked, his eyes narrowed. A lineless face contorted slightly to show some loathing of the person before him. Enjoyed his freedom? The bastard called this freedom? “Don’t talk about my fa-” However before he managed to finish his sentence a swift backhand was aimed his way, causing his head to whip aside so that soft silken hair covered a delicate face in mild defeat.
I hate you.
{{ooc: Ah got bored so here is Lukal’s first post an it’s probably a one off post he’ll no doubt wonder off in a bit or something. Hmm was it a bit OTT? Oh just re-read it, it has nothing to do with the plot...damn tangent's!}}
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Post by Fimbulwinter on Nov 12, 2005 15:41:46 GMT -5
Fimbulwinter decided to inventory all his weapons as Yue and Janus talked. He did this, of course, without them even noticing.
Short sword, check. Throwing stars, check. Daggers, check. Boot knife, check. Throwing knives, check. Looks like I've got it all. He thought blandly. He nodded a 'You're welcome' to Yue, and said,
"We can talk as we walk, you know. The Temple of Tatriel is waiting and we have preparations to make after we visit the Priestesses, after all."
Fimbulwinter wasn't one for idle chat, often, and preferred to get things done then move on. He turned and started walking towards the Temple of Tatriel.
(( Post yer following comments then we're movin' to the Temple, ladies. If anyone wants to join in, feel free to at the Temple of Tatriel. After they post, this thread should be locked. ))
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Post by Janus on Nov 15, 2005 15:31:14 GMT -5
“Well I assure ya Janus, I ain’t that nasty. I only kill what I’m gonna eat, and no offence to ya, but I don’t think ya would taste that good in a stew, yer to bony for that.”
*blinky-blink* Janus pursed his lips thoughtfully and put his hands on his hips, the general 'attitude' of his stance was screaming loudly and he held a finger up in the air in a protesting/lecturing manner.
"I will have you know that I am -not- bony, I am 'lean'. And I'm rather fond of my looks thank you. Not to mention the long string of innuendo that can brew from your statement but I think I'll be kind and not subject you to my ill thoughts." The brattish tone in his voice was heavily evident as a small smirk crossed his face and shrugged his shoulders.
“Ya don’t have to call me ‘Miss’. It sounds so... um... formal. Just call me Yue... Hey... who’s Basil by the way, yer pet? Why didn’t ya just bring it into town?”
"Basil is my friend." He said in one of those overly lovey voices that make you stick your finger in your mouth and gag. "She's a Tzu'Tzu... I don't think she's scary at all and very cute... but a lot of people have been rather terrified of her for some reason..."
"We can talk as we walk, you know. The Temple of Tatriel is waiting and we have preparations to make after we visit the Priestesses, after all."
"Walkin'-talkin'-talkin'-walkin'..." Janus chanted as soft soled shoes padded on cobblestone pathways following the cloaked figure ahead of him, bopping from side to side as if dancing to a song in his head in a happy manner. "You think these priestesses have brandy? Or rum? Or wine? Oooooh wine..." The Jinn chirped happily as he marched along. "And I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed! I new copper pot! My old one is rather beat up since my little incident with a very 'hands-on' anti-gentleman thuggy lookin' pug-mug...." He huffed, and after his little mini-rant a fine pointed ear twitched. Blinking, he whirrled on his feet, walking backwards as he looked at the horizon, sharp red eyes peering as if searching for something.
~Neeeeeh! I hope Basil is alright... I have that funny feeling... the 'somethings up but I'm not directly involved in the plot but need to make some sort of gesture to show concern' sort of way....~ Dismissing the feeling he closed his eyes happily as he walked backwards, whirrling around on his heels again without looking. His foot came down sure enough, his toe found a loose cobble stone, sending him inevitably wheeling his arms wildly to regain his balance. Losing the battle to gravity he flopped forward and smacked his nose into a wall, making an undignified sound as he rubbed his face.
"My nooooose... my poor nose..."
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