by Vesperis » Thu Jun 25, 2015 5:14 pm
by Horgrif » Thu Jun 25, 2015 7:00 pm
by Lancearc » Thu Jun 25, 2015 7:09 pm
by Tuernia » Thu Jun 25, 2015 7:48 pm
by Totulga » Thu Jun 25, 2015 10:12 pm
by Empire of the Rising Moon » Fri Jun 26, 2015 12:14 am
by Tuernia » Fri Jun 26, 2015 8:31 am
by Lancearc » Fri Jun 26, 2015 8:48 am
by Tuernia » Fri Jun 26, 2015 9:08 am
Lancearc wrote:It took him a moment to realize that he'd been approached, and that he'd been standing there, gawking at this structure. "Oh!" Aldon started, already a bit embarrassed now. "H-Hello! I'm Aldon, of Tolsa. It's good to meet you!" he grinned just slightly.
"That's a very...uncommon name, I take it? Halim, I mean. It doesn't sound like an Inglish name...that's what the people in my home used." Alden pointed out. Surely this person was from some far away place, but...he didn't appear to be some kind of monster. No tail, no horns from his forehead, not even claws for hands, just...oddly normal, save for his surname.
by Lancearc » Fri Jun 26, 2015 9:20 am
Tuernia wrote:Lancearc wrote:It took him a moment to realize that he'd been approached, and that he'd been standing there, gawking at this structure. "Oh!" Aldon started, already a bit embarrassed now. "H-Hello! I'm Aldon, of Tolsa. It's good to meet you!" he grinned just slightly.
"That's a very...uncommon name, I take it? Halim, I mean. It doesn't sound like an Inglish name...that's what the people in my home used." Alden pointed out. Surely this person was from some far away place, but...he didn't appear to be some kind of monster. No tail, no horns from his forehead, not even claws for hands, just...oddly normal, save for his surname.
"I suppose it is, around here anyway." said Abel. "I was always told it meant "gentle" in old Erabic."
His strange last name was something Abel had dealt with a lot in his time in the Near-Greenbacks. People were naturally suspicious of outsiders, and it surely marked him as one. He'd considered changing it on many occasions, but had always decided to be truthful. One the one hand, he wasn't supposed to lie, and on the other, it was one of the few links he had to his parents.
"I'm not exactly from here. I was born many leagues from here, although I've lived in the Near-Greenbacks for a while, in Rowley village. I don't suppose you've heard of the New-Day Saints?"
by Horgrif » Fri Jun 26, 2015 2:41 pm
by Flimxanthia » Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:14 pm
by Empire of the Rising Moon » Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:24 pm
"Rikkard Jameson, of Ayvalon" he told her plainly before lowering his hand "I suppose you're here for the trials as well?"
by Totulga » Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:55 pm
Flimxanthia wrote:Lorens approached the building, duffel bag lazily slung over one shoulder, the weights inside bringing it down with some force. Yet this did not seem to burden Mr Jouns, who seemed far more pre-occupied by the large gathering of youths before him.
You're a youth too, I'm not entirely sure why you're referring to them like that.
Lorens made an effort to ignore that last comment, though it did raise a valid point. No, there's a time and a place for discussions with one's internal monologue.
That's horribly impolite.
He readjusted the bag upon his shoulder, the weight now getting to him. The sledgehammer was probably the heaviest thing in there, most everything else being specifically light-weight. Sometimes he questioned why he kept a hammer. Then he reminded himself that it was for breaking down walls. Then he thanked himself for paying attention.
He would frequently converse with himself. Presumably, it was a by-product of his isolation. He'd gone a good six years or so without much human interaction. What did you expect?
The youths stretched out before him. There were so many. At least five. Most likely more.
He couldn't count particularly well.
Sweet Old Man Jesus, he couldn't take nearly half of them if they noticed him.
But they weren't hostile.
This wasn't a job.
He felt a growing sense of dread. To those of us in the audience, this is what is commonly known as a low-key panic attack.
What audience?
He reminds himself that he is a real human being. He is not a writer's plaything.
Or so he thinks
Why do you have to make comments like that?
Because it means that we don't have to think about that crowd, or the trials at hand.
Sorry. Carry on.
Lorens straightened out his jacket and took a deep breath.
Wow, this place is a shit-hole.
It's fancy and the like, but the landscape is so...
Perhaps there's still time to leave?
by Horgrif » Fri Jun 26, 2015 6:08 pm
Empire of the Rising Moon wrote:Aliz looked coldly into his eyes, and after a second of thought gave an answer in a cold, yet somewhat enchanting voice, "Aliz Kik, of the Kik band." She raised her right hand to show she was not armed, as a show of peace. Her tone of voice then changed to sound somewhat normal as she continued, "I am here for the trials. I find the whole thing exciting and mysterious don't you think?" She then looked around to the others who have gathered and then went back to the conversation, "Quite the turn out for people wanting to join in the trials huh? I'm pretty sure that I will pass, and more than likely you considering the shape your in. But some of them.. I just don't think they will make it. Hey, do you think you can help me out if we encounter each other in the trials? You know, because it would benefit both of us right?" She then eyed the mans burns, and not wanting to sound rude, but out of a half-faked curiosity said cautiously, "I noticed you have some burns, where might you have gotten them?" She hoped that it would be something interesting
by Flimxanthia » Fri Jun 26, 2015 6:17 pm
Totulga wrote:Clarise stood there at the back of the crowd not quite sure where to begin. She had never been the most social of people, then again it was for the best back home. Most people did not look at her with much sympathy back there. She was viewed as an out cast, as someone who didn't belong, she often felt lonely but could never show it.
Now here, trapped but dozens of observing eyes, she felt desperate to be part of something. She didn't want to be viewed as weird or strange, she had to find someone to talk to. It was in this moment of mild panic that she spotted a rather peculiar looking chap approaching the crowd. "Now is her chance," she thought and rushed forward to great him, her coat whipping about her legs at the sudden change of pace. She marched right up to him and said, "hi my name is Clarise. It is a pleasure to meet you." She gave him a general smile and cocked her head to the side trying to seem cute and more approachable. She hated awkward situations.
by Totulga » Fri Jun 26, 2015 6:30 pm
Flimxanthia wrote:Totulga wrote:Clarise stood there at the back of the crowd not quite sure where to begin. She had never been the most social of people, then again it was for the best back home. Most people did not look at her with much sympathy back there. She was viewed as an out cast, as someone who didn't belong, she often felt lonely but could never show it.
Now here, trapped but dozens of observing eyes, she felt desperate to be part of something. She didn't want to be viewed as weird or strange, she had to find someone to talk to. It was in this moment of mild panic that she spotted a rather peculiar looking chap approaching the crowd. "Now is her chance," she thought and rushed forward to great him, her coat whipping about her legs at the sudden change of pace. She marched right up to him and said, "hi my name is Clarise. It is a pleasure to meet you." She gave him a general smile and cocked her head to the side trying to seem cute and more approachable. She hated awkward situations.
Holy fucking shit on a stick someone's talking to you.
Fuck. Words. Yes. Them.
"HI. Yes. Hello." Lorens raised on hand awkwardly and waved slightly.
Smooth, dipshit.
Oh fuck off.
The young man shuffled awkwardly for a second. People were so much easier to deal with when he was taking from them, or incapacitating them whilst their backs were turned. Hey, maybe you could inca-
This is why you have no friends.
Just ask her how she's doing. Just do that and see how you go from there. Maybe offer her a knife. People like knives, right? And it's not like you're lacking in them.
Lorens is considering this suggestion, but he soon realises something. His internal monologue has less experience with people than he does. Logically, it would make sense for him to ignore himself and instead cut the bit about knives.
Ha... Cut the bit about knives.
I'm hilarious.
He brushed some dirt from his jacket.
"You like knives?"
Nailed it.
by Flimxanthia » Fri Jun 26, 2015 6:44 pm
Totulga wrote:Clarise gave a mental sigh of relief, they did have something in common. She smiled and laughed then said, "yes I absolutely love them. I was an heir for many years in my village after all." She lifted her hand as if holding a blade, "they are truly a form of artistic expression . The way they feel in your hand, the glint on the tips of the blade in the candle light. The feeling of resistance when the tip first pierces the flesh," her hand gently closed around some invisible blade, her finger pressing tighter against the hilt, "it is like a gentle kiss against the flesh before you slide the blade delicately into the soft tissue and feel the squirm as if even long dead tendons wished to resist your will. Oh the power in your hands, how a simple delicate touch of one finger can cut so deeply and methodically." She was practically brining before she composed her self and gave a slight chuckle," I hope I am not sounding too excited by the idea, I just work with knives all the time and have come to appreciate a fine blade. What did you say your name was again"?
by Totulga » Fri Jun 26, 2015 6:55 pm
Flimxanthia wrote:Totulga wrote:Clarise gave a mental sigh of relief, they did have something in common. She smiled and laughed then said, "yes I absolutely love them. I was an heir for many years in my village after all." She lifted her hand as if holding a blade, "they are truly a form of artistic expression . The way they feel in your hand, the glint on the tips of the blade in the candle light. The feeling of resistance when the tip first pierces the flesh," her hand gently closed around some invisible blade, her finger pressing tighter against the hilt, "it is like a gentle kiss against the flesh before you slide the blade delicately into the soft tissue and feel the squirm as if even long dead tendons wished to resist your will. Oh the power in your hands, how a simple delicate touch of one finger can cut so deeply and methodically." She was practically brining before she composed her self and gave a slight chuckle," I hope I am not sounding too excited by the idea, I just work with knives all the time and have come to appreciate a fine blade. What did you say your name was again"?
Sweet Old Man Jesus, she's absolutely insane.
Marry her.
Literally fuck off, mate. You are not helping.
Neither is that attitude.
He took a breath, and ran a dusty hand through his dirty and damaged hair. Those within went quiet, which was convenient, to say the least. Those fuckers can get incredibly rude. Obnoxious, too.
Lorens grinned. Knives were something he knew. He hadn't killed before, but he'd definitely made some people's lives very difficult. Like, bleeding out in the wastelands difficult.
"You're fun. I like you. I'm Lorens."
by Flimxanthia » Fri Jun 26, 2015 7:04 pm
Totulga wrote:Clarise gave a small laugh and covered her mouth as if embarrassed, "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said giving a small curtsy. "You must tell me all about yourself," she said and laid her coat on the ground and sat down on one side of it. "Please, have a seat. I want to know all about you." She was very happy to be talking to someone who she could relate to. She wondered if he had also had to drag members of his own village out of bed by the hair, slit their throats, and then serve them to the rest of the town. "So," she said, "where are you originally from"?
by Empire of the Rising Moon » Fri Jun 26, 2015 7:06 pm
by Totulga » Fri Jun 26, 2015 7:15 pm
Flimxanthia wrote:Totulga wrote:Clarise gave a small laugh and covered her mouth as if embarrassed, "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said giving a small curtsy. "You must tell me all about yourself," she said and laid her coat on the ground and sat down on one side of it. "Please, have a seat. I want to know all about you." She was very happy to be talking to someone who she could relate to. She wondered if he had also had to drag members of his own village out of bed by the hair, slit their throats, and then serve them to the rest of the town. "So," she said, "where are you originally from"?
Before you say anything, I've got this.
If you're sure, Captain Brainypants.
He's totally going to fuck it up.
Oh for sure
Lorens awkwardly removed his bag from his shoulder, laying it down gently on the dirt. Sounds of metal brushing against metal came from within. He paid no mind to this, however. Instead, he chose to sit down.
"I have absolutely no idea where I was from. Everyone I knew is dead and I can't remember much about them anyway. It's a good time."
That could have gone worse, actually. Given the rarity of his conversations with people other than himself, it could be said that this went great.
Or it could be said that you're totally useless.
Or it could be said that you should ask her a question about herself.
Shit, you're actually right.
"How about you?" He asked hesitantly. Because apparently that's how he does things. Christ, this kid needs some self-confidence.
Actually, he needs hobbies.
But now we're getting off topic.
by Horgrif » Fri Jun 26, 2015 7:37 pm
Empire of the Rising Moon wrote:Aliz looked at the younger man in the shade that Rikkard pointed to. She observed him for a few moments while he sniffed at vials filled with some sort of liquid or goo or something. She quickly noticed that he did not look like one that would be able to do much in the way of physical applications. "That might be a little difficult" She paused and gave it a few moments of thought as she observed Rikkards breastplate. Would it be worth risking myself more to get the help of a single man? Although it might be two men if both of them succeed. This is a tough decision that might influence who I can control at this moment. She then gave out a deep sigh and responded to Rikkard, "Fine, I will try my best but he doesn't look like a man that would be able to pass even with a little assistance." Although he looks like someone that would easily be dominated, so that's a plus.
She gave out her hand for a handshake. "I hope we will become well acquainted. When we're through this, we should do something fun."
by Empire of the Rising Moon » Fri Jun 26, 2015 7:51 pm
by Aona » Fri Jun 26, 2015 7:57 pm
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