Post by Rainier "Oz" Schiffer on Oct 5, 2011 21:33:20 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Life was supposed to be a film, was supposed to be a thriller
Was supposed to end in fire
But life turns out it's nothing but a dream
And that I'll miss it when it's gone
I want the story to go on and on but it can't go on... Where's my unhappy ending gone?"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
He appears to be gearing up for a long-winded response. "Rainier Nehemiah Schiffer, to suit your fancy. Of course, that may be my name... or that of some poor, unfortunate sod that made it here in several pieces. Your pick! 'Rain' or 'Schiff' for short works just fine, unless perhaps you're here on business - if so, 'Oz' would be the name of choice."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
Somehow, continuing to speak to him sounds like a bad idea. "Twenty-four years of age. As to the date of my birth - let us just settle on my tarot; the Hanged Man. That ought to sate your curiosity. I owe my roots to the continent of Ivalice, from a country far north of what was once the Republic of Landis."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
He pauses and looks at the interviewer incredulously, before laughing merrily. "'Young'un'! That's a new one. I suppose you'll next call the Archadian Judge Magisters spring chickens, hm? And something one comes to learn quickly in this world: every wish comes with a price. If a date is what you wish... what would you be willing to part with?" He winks. Saucily.
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Learning magic was never high on my list of priorities, nor do I hold any particular talent for the field... I'm quick on my feet and deft with a dagger, and that seems to suit me just fine."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Ah, ah, ah. There is a certain amount of talent to which I can attribute my current state of living, but one does not simply come into their own as a master of the art of subterfuge! I'm almost offended!"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"A ripe five foot eleven, all seventy-one inches of which are thin, gangly, and... ah, how do you say... noodly." His smile is ridiculous; he looks like a space cadet.
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Your forwardness is refreshing - I seem to think we'll be excellent friends, don't you agree? But more to the point, I may be tall, but I am also thin... or more aptly, as some have said, stickly."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Ah, that mostly depends! Back home, one needed the heavy garb to survive the winter. But now, as I am, my location and current occupation seem to influence my choice in clothing. Most of the time, you'll see me in unassuming traveling clothes - and probably a cloak, though I do tend to have a wide range in that category. At my least formal, of course, would be a black tee and a comfortable pair of slacks." He pauses. "The eyepatch, of course, is a story of its own. My left eye gives me problems of a sort, oftentimes leaving me with no solution but to cover it. However, it's also effective for differentiating between Oz the information broker and my non-working persona: a meager disguise though it might be, people tend to remember Oz as 'the man with the eyepatch'. Needless to say, with or without is a tactical decision, and one influenced by a myriad of factors, each of which as important as the last!" You may have noticed by now that he tends to be... long-winded... and random.
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Fai D. Fluorite of Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE fame, or so it seems."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"He must be a handsome devil of a man, if we look so much alike." The idiotic smile is back.
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Hmmm." He tallies these on his fingers. "Likes? Information and money are two evident things, one of which factors rather quickly and smoothly into the other, thanks to my field of employ. For the third? A good mystery novel. Dislikes... those nasty Malboro creatures, mending clothing, and the peculiar feeling of lonesomeness."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"As I said, fast friends! Perhaps kindred souls as well. I do have a nasty habit of whittling away my earnings on a fine cask of wine here and there, but then again, who doesn't? As for secrets..." He smiles; this time it's not quite so airy, but has more of a cunning look to it. "Well, you'll just have to find out, won't you?" (Too many to list. If one is necessary: the aforementioned "problems" with his left eye stem from a black magick curse that has infected his iris.)
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"There isn't much to say about a boring old Ivalician such as myself. Sorry to disappoint." It's almost surprising how short his response is.
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Like two peas in a pod, you might say!"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Perhaps a change of clothing first? And you'd best have your method of payment handy when this activity commences. I'd hate to have to start you a tab."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"...." He only smiles. Guess there's only so much he'll answer about himself.
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I've little to say about those that don't exist, I'm afraid!"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Long ago, I sought fortune in the great city of Archades by the buying and selling of information. With the right bit of information, one can veritably plunder the treasuries of some corrupt politicians. My locales may have broadened, but my expertise remains as it's been." A quiet smile, this time. It seems he's lost his hyperactive tendencies, if only a bit.
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
He raises an eyebrow. "That sounds... unpleasant. Then again, the logic of magickers..." His expression goes sour for a moment, before being replaced by another smile. "Have a fun reincarnation, friend!"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. lightnin'~
age. fifteen.
rp experience. six years.
rules.he can't even-THUNDAGA.
rp sample.Lightning could only watch with eyes narrowed and sharp as ice, feeling eerily comfortable with being caught in the middle of a battle between Arbiter and summoner. She didn't know the woman (humanoid, yet not human, not that this fazed her) by any stretch of the imagination, but at the realization that the creature that had been following them was but another manifestation of Odin, it felt planned that she was here - "brought into" the situation as it were.
Perhaps it was the strange parallel between what her response would have been and what Freya Crescent spoke that forced her into action. Perhaps it was the urging of some higher power. Or, perhaps, it was Odin's - her Odin's - immediate surge forward the moment the other woman moved, hooves clattering against the cave floor and echoing 'round them as Lightning, urged forward on her mount, twisted her gunblade to free one of her hands to use in swinging herself off of the horse, dropping to the ground in front of Freya.
A flashy interruption and interception, but she made do with what Odin had given her, of course. Both of them.
"Listen well to their words." Odin had cantered to a stop with a loop 'round, pawing at the ground several feet away from the other woman with clear anxiety.
At this point in time, one would expect the hero to unleash some sort of motivational, heartfelt speech on second chances. The stage was certainly set for Lightning to make such a statement. But at the dramatic pause, she merely shifted, stepping out of the way of the woman with the spear. "Revenge doesn't solve anything," she said as she went. "But you can make your choice."
