Michael
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2006 20:27:21 GMT -5
Feel free to butt in anytime whatsoever! ..................................................................................
The sounds of drunken laughter fill the air, the smells of alcohol strong enough to weaken his senses...
The Sunken Flagon, the only inn that charges decent fee for a nights stay... But with that cheap cost, the price is higher with noise and disturbence...
"Oi! Will ya'll shut the bloody hell up?" Michael shouts... Only a few people stare at him angrily... "Why don't you shut up and let us be?" A man says, a pot bellied fat bald man... In a drunken haze, can't even look at me straight...
*sigh* There has to be a better way than this... Michael murmurs to himself... Michael stands from the stool at the counter, he pays his overnight cost, and his Rum fee, starts to walk toward the door.
"S'cuse me sir, but I can't let you leave here..." Says a short man, by his accent, English... "I got a message for you..." The little Englishman swings a punch at Michael, and like normal, Michael just grabs the man's fist and twists it upside down and pulls him out the door. "Must you really start a fight?" Michael says, pointing his paddle at the short fella... "Message from the boss, he still wants you dead... He's paying a fair bit for you too matey..." He replies, about to strike again, but instead pulls out a knife from under his jacket... And swings it towards Michael's belly... Michael jumps backwards and smacks the fool on the head, instantly knocking the man out... Do they ever learn? Michael continues to walk along the path, the sun setting over the docks, beautiful scarlet sunset... And the perfect time to gain some cash from raiding bandits... But he senses someone watching him, pausing, and turning his head to the side, Michael carefully listens, he knows someone is directly behind him... Spying on him, believing they are well hidden in the shadows....
________________________________________________ (OOC: This is the part where anyone can join, as long as you are the one hiding from my character... Welcome to all who wish to spontaniously join too!)
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Post by lor344 on Dec 10, 2006 11:18:00 GMT -5
Lyra was walking silently down the streets, her blonde head low and eyes to the ground. She shivered slightly in the cool night air and brought her coat around her tighter but it did little good. She always felt cold.
Around her were the sounds of city folk and the occassional ranting drunk, whom she paid special attention to avoid. She wasnt used to this, she didnt know where to go, she missed her master in an odd way.
Deep blue hues flicker upward at the sound of a door opening and a man walking out. His figure was sillouetted almost magically against the scarlet sunset and she quickly stops where she was in the shadows. Her eyes were fixed on him and she remained silent and motionless; hoping, pleadingin her mind he would not find her. She simply wanted to get out of here undetected and as quickly as possible.
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Michael
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Post by Michael on Dec 10, 2006 17:17:47 GMT -5
(OOC: Yay, a person replied... Thanks) ---------------------------------------------------- Michael can't barely smell the shadowy person amongst the salt air and the stronger smell of rum. Damn Bandits... Will they ever learn? He thought to himself. Michael dropped his shoulder bag and lifted his paddle onto his right shoulder. "Alright now, come on... I know you're there," Michael shouted, grasping his paddle tighter. But he could smell the person hiding in the shadows, he smelt fear, and he heared small murmers of hope... The person was a female, no doubt terrified... Michael started to walk backwards after picking up his sack towards the girl... "Hmm? Don't be scared now, I won't hurt you ma'am..." He explained. But as he said these words, the time had come, at the worst of them all too..
"Hey, Michael! You're time is up!" shouted a Bandit... Who the hell? Now? He whispered to himself... He suddenly dropped his sack at the girl's feet, "Stay still, they haven't noticed you," He whispered, knowing if he barely saw or sense her, they sure as hell can't find her there... "You know the price on your head is getting bigger by the day, Boss wants your head on his desk," The Bandit says, and gesturing for more to come... And with this gesture, another 4 bandits decide to join in the game... "Not now, try tomorrow," Michael calmly explained, but the were too ignorant and drew their swords... "CHARGE!!" Yelled the Leader... And all at once they ran towards Michael. But as swift as he was, dodged all the strikes, and with a few of his own, struck down 3 of the bandits... "Begone, I haven't the time now..." He told the leader as he grabbed both his neck and sword arm. He was close to angry and tried to hold it in... So, instead Michael threw the Leader back, and pointed his paddle to the remaining bandit, "Begone!" He yelled... The bandits got up and run into the alleys.... "You okay ma'am? Sorry about the fright..." He apologised, picking up his sack, "Need a hand?" He gestured his open hand to help the girl, smiling cheerfully as though nothing ever happened...
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Post by lor344 on Dec 10, 2006 17:37:33 GMT -5
She merely watches him, mscles tensing when he addresses her so forwardly, so harshly. Was she truely that obvious? She takes a slight step back from the figure, not daring to make a sound. She saw his expression soften and felt a twinge of relief, perhaps he wasn't too bad..
But soon she pressed herself back against the wall, silent as instructed for fear of being found. The last thing she needed was to have to reval her secret to a bunch of strangers.
Her eyes drift to the stranger's sack before watching the battle. Bandits? Did he have a bounty on his head? It certainly seemed so. His fighting style was rather good, well, compared to the others. He would be an interesting opponent to say the least.
Then it was over. A small smile plays across Lyra's lips and she takes his hand gently with a warm smile "Thank you...are you alright?" she asks. Her voice was soft as though it was not often used.
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Michael
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Post by Michael on Dec 10, 2006 20:58:49 GMT -5
"Good... Why shouldn't I be?" Michael said, his optimism getting the best of him. He aided in pulling the girl off the floor... "My name is Michael, and sorry about before, did I scare you?" His innocence has always been both his downfall and made him more trustworthy. "What's your name? Need help?" He kindly asked, he had nothing to do since the last of the bandits would probably keep to the alleys, and only the foolish venture into there...
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Post by lor344 on Dec 11, 2006 16:47:56 GMT -5
Lyra blinks and looks down quickly, had she said something wrong? "No reason...' she whispers and glances back up to him, brushing blonde stands of hair from her eyes. "Im Lyra. And no...you didnt really scare me " she reassures him, hoping he would believe her. She knew all too well it certainly didnt seem so.
She shivers slightly, involuntarily, and pulls her coat more tightly around her while she looks to the hem of her dress just above her feet "I don't think I'll be needing any help thank you." she murmurs curtly.
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Michael
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Post by Michael on Dec 11, 2006 20:58:19 GMT -5
"Ahh, yes... Lyra? Pretty name..." Michael complemented, smiling widely at her, "Why were you hiding? There must be something wrong, it is me?" He laughed. It usually was because of his size that people found him rather frightening... But he was a giant with an even larger sized heart... Michael lifted his sack over his shoulder, sighed and looked towards the sunset... "You hungry? I could do with a feed... Whattya say? My shout..." He asked, as gentlemanly he was... Over the while he built quite an appetite. Michael smiled as he prepared himself.
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Post by lor344 on Dec 11, 2006 22:39:17 GMT -5
A small smile plays across the girls lips and her deep blue hues flicker to his eyes for a moment. "Thank you" she replies warmly, it wasnt often she received compliments. "I apologize if it seemed I was hiding, that was not my intention...you seemed a bit, well, preoccupied" she attempts to explain.
She blinks, following his eyes to the sunset and stares at it for a while, somewhat mesmorized by the array of colors before them. "Food? Perhaps, yes that sounds nice. Please, what do you mean by shout?" she asks in confusion, looking back to him.
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Post by Trey on Dec 11, 2006 23:00:28 GMT -5
A crash emitted from the Sunken Flagon, followed by a drunkard, carrying with him a half empty bottle of red wine. He staggered from the door, feet eager to keep their balance like that of a toddler just learning to walk. The man spun around, suprizingly without falling over, and looked at the burly man that had followed him out.
"I've had enough of your trouble for tonight, you filty drunk. Go find your way into some other bar before you get your ass beat."
The man merely lifted his bottle, swaying drunkenly, his back exposed to the two outside. A symbol was covered by his dark brown robe's hood, so all that was visable was the bottom of a detailed and vine-covered cross and the bottom half of a gold-inlaied circle around it. Terribly messy brown hair topped him off, making him look even more ragged than he already did.
The burly man slapped the bottle from his opponent's hand, causing it to crash messily onto the ground. The drunkard turned his head to his spilled wine. "Shit." His eyelids dropped low into a comfortable glare. "Now what am I going to drink?" The lantern on the outside of the tavern lit his face from the side, casting deep shadows under his eyes and nose. His chin was cast in it's own shadow that matched the colour of his hair, giving him a scruffy look as if he hadn't shaved in a couple days. Pelstos let his hands fall to his side as he contemplated the disasters of him getting more sobre, seeing as he had only started drinking a few hours ago...
((Oh yeah, bringing one of my favorite characters over.))
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Post by lor344 on Dec 13, 2006 16:31:54 GMT -5
((can't post yet...well I could...but he has stupid questions left unanswered...))
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Michael
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Post by Michael on Dec 13, 2006 20:34:17 GMT -5
((Sorry, been busy last few days...) ----------------------------------------------- "Shout? Haven't heard that term in this neck 'o' the woods then... Shout means I am paying for the food and drinks tonight since I am in a happy mood, I will buy whatever you want for free... 'Sides, I'm STARVING! What do you want to get?" Michael happily replied, looking at the drunkard who just recently slumped outside the tavern... The man, looked familiar, Hmm, vine and cross? I've seen you somewhere... He thought to himself, straightening himself up, Michael dropped his sack and started peering inside for whatever left money he had, about 100 pirate dubloons... "Say, you raised 'round here? Whatsayou matey?" He asked the drunkard, trying to gain his attention, "You think these dubloons are worth something here?" Michael showed the amount to the man, smiling occasionally at Lyra.
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Post by lor344 on Dec 13, 2006 23:10:02 GMT -5
Lyra blinks then smiles slightly "Really you needn't do that I barely know you" she insists. Honestly, all her meal and nothing in return. That was an outrageous proposition. Her eyes flicker from the door back to him and she smiles kindly "As for the food itself it doesn't matter really so long as there's no meat...' she replies.
She jumps slightly at the man that had ambled out and looks to the shattered glass on the ground. Stepping slightly behind her new companion she looks over to the newcomer, returning Micheal's warm smiles mostly with puzzled expressions.
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Post by Trey on Dec 14, 2006 2:58:27 GMT -5
Pelstos lifted his head, his brown eyes sizing up the man weilding a paddle. He scoffed a little, wrapping his rope around him a little tighter. "Around here? No. I wasn't. I was raised somewhere much more," he paused for a moment, searching for the proper word, but only finding one suitable for the situation, "Sheltered. I've been here for a couple moons now, though." The drunkard seemed relatively sobre, which worried him a little.
"Most of the men here'll take anything as long as it's gold or silver." Striding over to Michael, he quirked an eye into his pouch, "Dubloons? I don't see why they wouldn't. Granted I haven't had anything to pay these folks in a while." He waved his hand, gesturing to his demeanor, which apparently was sobre and refined, "Which is why I'm obviously very sobre and focused."
Pelstos swayed a bit, allowing his robe to part at the top, revealing a deep black tunic and a strange pendant. The symbol on the trinket was much more ancient than the symbol of the Order of Qothi on his back, and the small pendant glowed a light iridecent green...
Tilting his head, the man wearing the high priest robe presented himself with a delicate motion of his arm, "My name is Pelstos. Nice to meet you folks. Now if you wouldn't mind, I've got to go find myself some bottles of sin to sink into."
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Post by lor344 on Dec 14, 2006 16:15:36 GMT -5
Lyra blinks, feeling suddenly exposed when Micheal had left. She shifts uncomfortably and looks between the two in silence. His appearance was a bit welcoming, he didn't look like those that had been attacking Micheal earlier. But still, his clothing was unfamiliar, the symbols were strange. They made her uneasy and curious.
She tucks some blonde hair behind her ear lightly, still making little noise and simply listening to them converse. Bottles of sin? Was he some sort of demon? She bites her lower lip lightly, begining to contemplate all possible meanings.
((Aw poor thing she's so sheltered x3))
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Post by Trey on Dec 15, 2006 1:31:29 GMT -5
But he couldn't just walk away.. The girl looked rather jumpy, and he didn't like making people feel jumpy. Not in this state anyways. Pelstos turned to her, smiling kindly, "You don't recognize the symbol on my back do you? It's the symbol of the Order of Qothi." He wouldn't lie to her.. but he wasn't going to tell the whole truth either, "A priesthood that follows and worships the Goddess Qothi. You needen't fear me."
((Just some background information so you all know, Pelstos wears the garb of a high priest of a well established order and temple. He wears a pendant around his neck that he'd found buried deep in the archives. It glows when there's demonic auras about and will glow brighter the stronger the aura. Although he wears such garb, he is no longer a member of the order. He often drinks a lot now, and is banned from returning to his old temple and everything he grew up to know. Don't you just want to be him?))
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