Fallen
Journeyman Roleplayer
Guildmaster of Assassins
Saura'dae
Posts: 209
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Post by Fallen on Jan 11, 2014 23:53:49 GMT -6
As much as the man enjoyed watching what was happening between the elf and the mystery woman, he was starting to feel uneasy. He could feel eyes on him, to many people had noticed his existence. Damned snow was so bright it was almost impossible to withdraw into the shadows.
Glancing over, he noticed another man leaning against a nearby building. Watching the interaction as well hm? He thought, making a point of keeping his head down. With the cowl pulled low and his scarf up to his eyes, his appearance was still hidden. But he was in plain sight of the other man....
Deciding to stay, he crossed his arms. If anyone was to approach him THEN he would make his leave. When he spoke with anyone he liked it to be on HIS terms.
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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Jan 12, 2014 18:19:39 GMT -6
Sarea let out a relieved breath and sat down in the offered seat beside the woman; thank the goddess she didn't think the young bard was really as dark as she could be. Still, there was something offputting about the woman beside her, as well as the many people sitting around them. Sarea didn't have time to judge though, and she never would, and so she turned to the woman and put on a cute little smirk.
"So what is your name? And what brings you all the way out here, especially in such cold temperatures?" The bard asked inquisitively. She bit her lip, wondering why she'd done the same. No, she knew. She hated it, but she knew.
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Post by Broton on Jan 12, 2014 18:23:34 GMT -6
Broton eyed Ellie up and down with a big smile, then takes a nice chomp of carrot. "On a fine day like this its next to impossible not to be joyful." *chomp*, he reply's to Ellie. "Really whats not to like? Days like these are the best... a cold winter breeze and the smell of energy in the air... cant you smell it?" Broton inhales nice and deep, taking in all the random smells.
He makes a quick scan of the folks in the square, looking for the witch he was told to be wary of. He takes note of the two ladies talking in the middle of the square on the bench and it reminded him of a ying yang symbol... light and dark... but what is which... He also sees other people but the folks sort of just blended into the building around, talking to others or relaxing with a good lean it seems.
"So Ellie I heard that there was a WITCH around here. Have you seen a WITCH around here scaring folks? If there if someone threatening folks around here with harm, thats not good... so do you know of any mean WITCHES around here?" *Chomp* He asks with a happy tone leading to a very serous tone that Broton rarely uses. "Oh, Ellie would you like a carrot? They're mighty tasty" He offers Ellie a carrot form his pack and smiles.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Jan 12, 2014 21:56:54 GMT -6
Ellie sighs and kindly takes the carote and eats it nicely, "No, I haven't seen or heard about any witches. But i can sense some dark presents somewhere. I can smell something dark in th air." She said looking around the town square looking for something that catches her eyes. Sighing she shook her head and sat down on a bench hear her. "Broton, you have to warry of your surroundings. You're acting to cheerful will put a target on your back and will get you into deep trouble. So be on your gard, I still don't trust people here. There are still demons and other dark beings here that will 'destoryed' Wildgard and it's people." She said muching on the carrot.
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Post by Hunter Snowstrider on Jan 12, 2014 22:20:49 GMT -6
Hunter continues to watch the two ladies converse but he couldn't help feeling that he was being watched. He decided to take a quick survey of his surroundings. He noticed a cloaked person watching the exchange of words between the elf and the lady. The cloaked figure watched hunter as well making him feel cautious.
Hunter decided to take a leave but stay in the general area in case something would happen to occur. Hunter wanted to keep his eye specifically on the cloaked figure but felt that he should not approach the person.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jan 12, 2014 23:34:42 GMT -6
sitting on a roof top leaning on the chimney. she turned her head to look at the tussle that awaken her from her nap. " what in the 7 hells is going on here?" she whispered aloud
she glanced around there here 2 females arguing, one had a lovely smell. the other had an fimailir bloody one, where did i smell that before? she looked around more a man leaning on the building to her right, and one right ahead of he---wait is that fallen? wonder if he sees me, maybe its my turn to be sneaky, she smiled and watched, the man leaning on the building, the females, and fallen. lets see what happens
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Post by Miara Darkrose on Jan 12, 2014 23:54:48 GMT -6
"my name is Miara" she smirked at the elf. "i came here for no reason really. i just wanted a change in scenery"
'cold temperatures?' she thought 'oh dear. i had better pretend to be cold. what does cold feel like again?'
"as for the weather i came from a place that has similar weather. the cold doesn't bother me. what is your name?"
more people were gathering in the square, and some of her spectators had left. though another had come. she forced herself not to grin as she recognized this presence, she had no reason to see the newcomer. she knew that it was Ashen, the lavender cat kinto that she had imprisoned only a few months ago. 'too bad she got out, she would have made a nice trophy'
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Post by Hunter Snowstrider on Jan 12, 2014 23:58:51 GMT -6
(OOC: ahahaha shiittt i remember meow.)
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jan 13, 2014 0:14:52 GMT -6
Ashen watched as Black dressed female talked. she couldnt hear her name when the wind picked up but the smell was coming from her, the same smell that was making her heart race...no...it....it couldnt be! she thought to herself, she..she was miles north from here...what in the divines name was she doing here! she wanted to run...run far far away....her legs where stiff and her feet turned to lead....maybe....maybe she doesn't know im here...maybe she is a prisoner too that just smells the same death and doom that she was once saturated in months ago...what if it was her....
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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Jan 14, 2014 0:52:57 GMT -6
Sarea shuffled in her seat, suddenly feeling how chilly it truly was...or was it just this woman?
"The name is Sarea Riel Dirao, Bard at your service!" She exclaimed despite her shivering. "This place is far colder from the Highlands that I come from. You're so lucky to be immune to this land's chills. But alas! they are a lively chill, to say the least."
Sarea had always had a poetic way of speaking simple sentences: for example, 'I'm hungry' could easily become 'My body, now empty, feels the need to fill itself and to sit minutes after as the meal settles in'. Even thinking about her strange way of talking made her let out a tiny giggle, her frosty breath travelling in front of her face.
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