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Post by Enizo on Nov 26, 2012 20:03:24 GMT -5
Enzio was nothing special... while Kazan didn't outright say that, that's what was going through Enzio's head. He clenched his hand into a fist as he looked at the destruction around them.
Why did he feel like he was somehow responsible for this?
He looked over at Kazan, for a bumbling idiot he was incredibly strong and dare Enzio say it: he had some knowledge in that thick head of his.
"I suppose I won't be sitting in the grass for a long time now..." Enzio sighed, he was going to reach out to shake Kazan's hand when the girl approached. Judging from the accent he'd say she was from Ignis.
Enzio didn't know why she was asking about that Seigmand, but she picked the wrong person to ask. Someone looking for the then-king would mean she had some type of power (a citizen wouldn't just ask for a meeting with a king). He waited for her to answer Kazan.
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Post by Lysolette Volkanon on Nov 26, 2012 20:55:16 GMT -5
Kazan's answer was less then satisfactory to the young fire spirit, in fact, it was grounds enough for her temper to start rising. That smug grin, the way he called her "Lady", his postulating answer, everything just served to burn at her from the inside out. Breaking any semblance of grace or etiquette she previously held, her somewhat shy and inquisitive visage quickly dissolved into a stern grimace as she voiced off at the young man.
"None of your damn business, that's who's asking! I'm not asking about your king, or his people, or anything tangentially related to Seigmand Dezmar, I'm asking where Seigmand Dezmar is! So if you're gonna waste my time with with stupid patronizing crap, then, then..." Lysolette paused, her voice seemingly stilled as her fists clenched, her eyes glancing around erratically. With hints of hesitation behind her actions, she turned and hammered her fist against a still standing column beside her, leaving a deep indentation within the structure. Giving a deep breath, she looked back at Kazan and wiped an errant bang out of her view.
"Just...just forget it..." She grumbled as her eyes broke away, Lysolette suddenly having realized her social faux pa. It was different dealing with people she knew. People she knew she could read, at least well enough to know when anger was appropriate, but with strangers, it was completely different. They were unpredictable and, to an extent, it had Lysolette walking the razors edge of social anxiety, her discomfort serving as the perfect fuel for her anger.
Crossing her arms, she simply turned away from the two, eyed the ground, and walked, thinking perhaps she might try again, once the anxiety and frustration of her first attempt dissipated.
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Post by Enizo on Nov 26, 2012 22:42:50 GMT -5
Enzio's eyes narrowed at the lady. After all of this, he could hardly believe he was being screamed at. One thing was for sure though: her temper certainly matched her nation.
"Normally I'd want to question what type of relationship she has with him..." Enzio said before turning around, "But I'm warn out... and there are bigger fish that need frying than Seigmand Dezmar. Come on Kazan. The King will want blood and it's our job to provide the instruments capable to draw that blood."
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Post by Andy Jammer on Nov 27, 2012 14:43:05 GMT -5
The person, known as the Siren, nodded, "I will meet you at Ghiaccio."
Andy didn't catch most of their conversation, but Ghiaccio he recognized, his head then laid against the dirt and fell unconscious.
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Post by Eli Ventus on Nov 27, 2012 14:49:27 GMT -5
Eli tried to strike Bart, but he had vanished at the time, when the warrior's berserk state vanished his wound kicked in. He was now reluctantly sitting as Juno tended to his wound.
"We gotta find Alessia," Eli said, he expected Juno to chime in.
"No Eli."
Eli turned to her surprise and Juno averted her gaze, but continued, "The thing is...I felt something, during the battle someone was arriving on Allorum. Someone strong, a hero who hasn't been seen in awhile and his return brings questions."
"Who?" Eli asked.
Juno paused, making sure she had the name right, "Mark Angelus Fri."
Eli's eyes widened, "Mark!? H-he was one of Profeta's Heroes! Well maybe not officially, but thats what his trading card says!"
He whipping out from his jacket a collection of cards, shifted through them, and pulled out a Mark Fri one. Juno resisted a giggle.
"Yes, once you get patched up we'll go find out what's going on."
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The Other
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There is no joy in domination, unless it's taken by force.
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Post by The Other on Dec 1, 2012 20:21:57 GMT -5
The Other's mood shifted subtly from annoyance to bemusement at the golden-haired man's words and actions. To question his analogy alone was cause for his interest to wane from the shielded heroes and solely to the svelte man. Yet while he could not read the hidden fear within this one's eyes, he took Ingway's second statement as a cautious retreat of his impudence.
"Mmmmm, it is refreshing"- No, not quite the right wording he was looking for.-"or rather, intriguing to garner respect from one of your kind without seeing fear seethe from your fragile form. Loose as your tongue may be, at least you recognize the greatness of I, Lord Other, as I stand before you." The Other's attention drifted briefly away from the man. He could sense the unmistakable bloodlust that carried through the air in some far off screams. Wherever it was, it called to him, drove his feet to carry him towards the excitement that awaited him.
"Follow if you desire mortal, I imagine your brethren are as driven towards those screams as I am. You might wish to hurry if you don't wish to see them hurt. Or not, whichever." He spoke straight ahead, not bothering to twist his neck to watch what Ingway would do.
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