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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 9, 2010 22:14:29 GMT -5
Yeligar stood at the base of Profeta's Cave, and looked at some wooden soldiers, and a map of Crepusculum. He took a puff of his cigar, and then he went back to looking at the map. "So, if Trucido's forces strike here, then Milicia's may have her forces her, in front of them, then we can come in on both sides and box them in..." He murmured to himself, "...No, they may spilt up and attack us. Too risky"
He removed the blue soldiers, and left the red ones in their block formation. Yeligar was too involved with his map to notice someone coming up towards him.
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Post by Celestia Angelina Chère on Jun 15, 2010 19:56:28 GMT -5
"Sir Yeligar?" Celes asked quietly.
She'd been wandering for who knew how many months, but a tale and a long string of confrontations and conversations had led her to this very moment, to these very beings, to this very cave. She wasn't one to believe in fate, but if she did, this was the closest to it.
"I'm not sure, but I think you're planning for war... but if you are? I want in."
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 15, 2010 20:10:49 GMT -5
"Guh!" Yeligar was a bit startled by the quiet voice, and looked at Celes. "Oh, it is you Celes, from the one city with all that snow, Moscow, I believe it was called." He moved his soldiers to a corner, and told her, "I...am not planning for a war. I just think with the recent events and such, that having a battle plan pre-made will be the path with the least amount of deaths. So, how are you adapting to Allorum?"
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Post by Celestia Angelina Chère on Jun 15, 2010 20:21:28 GMT -5
She blinked, as she prepared her answer. "I've met alot of interesting people. I've gotten my Runic powers back under control... it just took some time. I've been meaning to thank you for your help in Moscow; you helped me get back on my feet."
Unbidden in her mind, an unwanted thought pushed through. "I still miss Destine..." She cut it off before she could go any further. Looking to Profetta, she smiled. "I believe we've met... I'm sorry, I can't remember your name, which is horrible.. I only hope you can forgive me this."
She felt bad that she couldn't remember the woman's name.
(OOC: I assume Profetta is there?)
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Miri, EarthGuard
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Post by Miri, EarthGuard on Jun 15, 2010 20:41:13 GMT -5
"A battle plan... things are becoming dire with the Sumata, aren't they, Warlord?" asked a dark figure from the shadows, watching - she had found the cave and began to listen, forgetting to unmask her presence once she was inside. She was good at hiding; being open... not so much.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 15, 2010 23:02:25 GMT -5
"Well at the Black Rose Ball, let us say tensions were high. I don't know what the Sumatas is going to do, but we have to stop them soon." Yeligar said as he looked at the map, "I want the upper hand if the Sumatas strike, or we have to strike them."
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Post by Profeta on Jun 15, 2010 23:06:34 GMT -5
"Hello Celestia. It is fine that you do not remember my name, I do not expect everyone to remember my name the first time we meet." She said as she walked out of the cave. She had her umbrella, and it covered her head, and she turned to the cave, "Hello, Miri. How are you doing?"
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Post by Tempest on Jun 17, 2010 4:31:44 GMT -5
Tempest looked down from the cloud he was floating on, wondering when he was going to go down to the cave or not. It's no time to be nervous, he told himself, you just need to ask her about something, that's all. He still needed to talk to Profeta about his father, not to mention the mess he had gotten into with the Heroes/Sumata fight thing. Tempest moved above the entrance of the cave, keeping some distance from the ground. He saw someone with an umbrella come out, but he couldn't see who was under it. He leaned a bit too much over the edge of the cloud, and plummeted over the side toward the ground. Tempest could only mutter a "Gah!" before he hit the dirt between the umbrella person and the cave.
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Post by Profeta on Jun 17, 2010 21:51:35 GMT -5
Profeta turned around, and she looked at the person that fell. She smiled and walked over to Tempest, as she offered her hand to help him up. "Are you ok, Tempest?" Profeta asked him.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 18, 2010 0:33:34 GMT -5
"Uhh... yeah." Tempest took her hand. When he was fully standing, he started brushing his clothes off. "Ummm... how did," Don't ask it, don't ask it, don't ask it. his mind kept saying, but he ignored it, "you know my name?" He felt his mind mentally slap his forehead.
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Post by Profeta on Jun 18, 2010 8:53:31 GMT -5
"I do, Tempest I foresaw you in a vision." She said, " And do not worry about it, a lot of people asked me that question. Now, I believe you have some questions for me." She walked over to a rock, and she sat down on it.
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Post by Celestia Angelina Chère on Jun 18, 2010 21:54:08 GMT -5
Celes looked to the newcomer, unsure of who he was. However, she would keep her quiet for now. She sat down and began to listen quietly. She would take as much away from this meeting as she could.
(OOC: Sorry, my internet has been disconnected... it might be on this weekend.)
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Post by Tempest on Jun 19, 2010 20:41:41 GMT -5
"Well... Ok, but I'm surprised you're not angry at me for almost falling on you." Tempest scratched his head, not knowing how to ask. "I need to know if my father is still alive," he blurted out.
(Alright, just to clear confusion... Tempest's father went looking for his mother, who had died when Tempest was born. His father traveled all over the world. Four years before present time, he decided to give up and go back home to finally meet his son, but on the coast of Tuono, a freak accident happened and the boat that he was on sunk. There was an old, forgotten temple where his boat sunk at. He died and was reborn as a wolf with lightning-yellow fur and no memory except that he needed to find a young boy he knew, yet didn't know. What you tell Tempest will be up to you.)
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Jun 19, 2010 21:14:21 GMT -5
Ayalan meanwhile, slowly approached the shape of Yeligar, with a determined look in his eyes, as he stood across from the shape and his figures.
He stayed silent, looking over the battleplans, and looking at the scene behind him, before looking over to his area, where an arm once would put itself out to shake the warlord's.
"...What're we doing? I'm ready to rush in at any cost," Ayalan forced a grin, but he still was recovering and getting used to using one hand for everything, as the wrapped up part of his arm seemed to just be lifeless.
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Post by Profeta on Jun 19, 2010 22:43:38 GMT -5
"It wasn't your fault, dear." She said as she looked at him, and then she sighed, "Your father is alive, but not in the state you knew him. He is looking for you, but for a reason he losted with his old body."
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