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Post by annabelle on Sept 18, 2009 20:27:26 GMT -5
Annabelle shook her head as she burst in with, "Nonsense, Granddaughter! You'll do a fine job. Stupid Vincent may have created you but I'm sure you don't think like him. If you did, you wouldn't be nearly as skilled as you are."
She looked over Mark and Yeligar again while she raised an eyebrow.
"And what are you two doing? We're looking for our supplies and heading to Ketulunanox, you're apparently lost," she'd pointed to Mark, "and what about you? Smoking like a chimney I see. Life isn't good enough for you?"
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Sept 18, 2009 20:56:46 GMT -5
"Well, Ma'am, I am training my heat skills with my lance here." Yeligar said, he did not answer the last part.
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Post by Selina Baumon on Sept 19, 2009 21:43:32 GMT -5
(MIND IF INTRUDE HUR HUR HURRRR?  ??) It was supposed to have been quiet out here. It usually was, anyway. But there were noises. Odd noises. Selina grinned when she heard them--people. Other people were out here. And they weren't Celtik. Or anyone else she recognized. She couldn't really contain her excitement. She shook so much and with an ecstatic grin, she bolted towards the temple only a few ways north of where she stood, her laughter echoing loudly. "HeeeheeeeeheeeeHAAAAHAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" |
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 20, 2009 14:08:02 GMT -5
*Mark was about to speak when crazed yelling echoed through the town. No one he recognized, so he turned his head to see a women charging right at them, Mark sat up and held out his hand.*
Mark: Halt, crazy person! *He yelled as if it would stop her.*
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Post by Selina Baumon on Sept 20, 2009 14:33:49 GMT -5
And stop her it didn't. She did stop nearly ten feet away, crouching low for a second before springing in a leap towards the grouping of people. She landed right in front of Mark.
People, people everywhere! There was one, two, three, four of them...and this one had the fun hair!
Selina let out an excited squeal as she eyed Mark and his spiked hair. She certainly looked interesting for someone travelling in the land of ice and snow--she wore a short brown skirt, long boots, a fuzzy, brown bikini top and all that could be seen of her face was a bright blue, glittering mask with blue feathers that sprang out in all directions near the top, her long white hair flowing out from behind it.
"Your hair is alive...why are you here? Are you here to take the mountains away on me? They're mine, you cannot have them!"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 20, 2009 14:38:38 GMT -5
*Mark was a bit nervous with having someone who he didn't know so close, he liked his personal space.*
Something is wrong with this person, plus what did she mean by 'your hair is alive'?
*Mark, not knowing who she was tried playing this as a kind person who was ignoring her... problems.*
Mark:Do not worry, I'm not here to take the mountains away from you, me and my companions are just passing through.
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Post by Selina Baumon on Sept 20, 2009 14:55:16 GMT -5
Selina was silent for a moment. She then suddenly flipped her mask up to reveal her face, pale and with bright blue eyes that stared wide into Mark's.
"That's good because they are mine and the sun would not like if you took them on me," she answered and then reached her hand out to run her fingers through Mark's hair, "it's all over the place...why does it do that?"
Who were they? Why were they here? They were apparently passing through...
"Who are you? Why do you all dress like that?"
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Post by glitters on Sept 20, 2009 14:59:25 GMT -5
"W-we've come from all different parts of the land, ma'am," Jasmine had spoke up quietly, though quite afraid of the strange woman's appearance and behaviour, "we're healer and sage from the twilight kingdom..."
She'd obviously referred to her and Annabelle.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 20, 2009 15:02:43 GMT -5
*Okay, panic made: strange girl running hand through his hair.*
Okay.. don't panic... don't panic. *he took a deep breath and hoped if he did nothing she would go away, just answer her question and IGNORE THE HAND*
Mark: Well... uh... my name is Mark and I dress like this because... I'm a soldier, yeah, a soldier. *he said trying to come up with an answer that kept the word 'hero' out of it. Although the hand really didn't help his thought process,* and I don't mean to sound rude, but, could you take your hand out of my hair?
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Post by annabelle on Sept 20, 2009 15:12:14 GMT -5
"Jasmine," Annabelle hissed as she briefly gave the girl a swat with her staff. She stared down the strange woman, knowing she'd seen her somewhere before.
Or, rather, heard of her. She recalled hearing of a woman with hair as white as snow and a blue mask rampaging through a village once. They'd considered her harmless, curious, a little odd...
She gripped her staff tightly, lip curled in disgust as she quickly spat to Mark, "Kill her. Now."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 20, 2009 15:14:35 GMT -5
*Mark was happy when she hit the hand away from his hair, thank god, he thought, nice old lady to save him... then she ordered to kill her and gave her a odd look.*
Mark: No offense ma'am, I need a reason to kill someone. *He crossed his arms.* I'm not going to kill someone just because she has a couple wires loose in the head.
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Post by Selina Baumon on Sept 20, 2009 15:22:01 GMT -5
"Ooooh, a soldier..." Selina had giggled and the moment he requested she pull her hand out of his hair she stopped. She stared at him for a moment, hand still on his head.
She was about to grip a chunk of his hair and rip it out when the old woman commanded that she be killed. Why would she have done that? Unless she knew who Selina was, and if she did what were the odds she'd find someone like that out here in Ghiaccio? You'd think they would have avoided her kingdom if they knew...
"It wouldn't be nice to kill me," she answered with a slight whine to her voice, "but you're old and crazy, so I can forgive you--I'll help you go to sleep, okay?!!"
And in one smooth motion, Selina flung her hand out and used it to send a startling, spiralling beam of energy towards the older woman.
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Post by annabelle on Sept 20, 2009 15:24:24 GMT -5
Annabelle growled and gave her staff a swift twirl, breaking the beam into five segments. She glared at Mark.
"Is that enough of a reason for you?! She's a psychopath!" she spat and began to power up a spell of her own to throw back at Selina.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 20, 2009 15:26:31 GMT -5
*Mark blades summoned into his hand right when the beam was fired, without another second he took a swipe at Selina to try to back her off.*
Mark: Sorry, don't worry I won't hesitate now. *He said with a cold glare.*
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Post by Selina Baumon on Sept 20, 2009 15:31:33 GMT -5
Selina screeched as she backed away from Mark and Annabelle.
"You know, if you're going to be this rude I won't let you into my kingdom ever again!" she pouted as she blasted another beam towards Mark this time.
"Actually, that's mean, too. I should let you back into Ghiaccio...as my coat!" and then she laughed maniacally, very much like she had before, her voice echoing throughout the walls of the temple and ringing in the hero groups' ears.
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