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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Jul 21, 2011 14:36:45 GMT -5
 I'm used to it by now -
another day, just believe,
just breathe,
lying in my bed.
Another day, staring at the ceiling.
It had taken him a grand total of sixteen seconds to map out this town, six hundred feet above that hill at the southern tip that overlooked the elevated railroad tracks. One thing that the blasted appendages were useful for, though he doubted finding transportation of the same vein was of a difficulty that made up for the irritation that came with having his wings poked and prodded at by various children.
However, hexing them would be counterproductive to his goal of attempting to find at least one interesting Soul in the next ten years. They'd all run like rabbits. And it wasn't to be said that he was senselessly violent - far from it.
One tended to become apathetic when their existence stretched into millennia of monotony.
That aside, thinking about it, there might be something to be gained in pursuing the concept of an airship. It would allow him to stop relying on his wings as he hunted every notion of a way to remove them, provide a base of operations, and give him at least something to do.
Ad'hora paused mid-stride down one of Twilight Town's southern avenues dyed a vivid shade of orange by the perpetually-setting sun. The cape fastened to his left shoulder ruffled slightly with the sudden halt, royal blue and gold providing a strange contrast to the surroundings, and his wings half-folded against his back blazed vermilion and russet.
There it was again.
A Soul?... no, the radiations of power weren't something he recognised, but they seemed to follow a pattern, periodically rupturing the unimportant and unremarkable levels of energy that made up the surroundings.
Well aware that he was striking an extremely conspicuous figure, Ad'hora paid little attention to the people around him as instead, his focus was drawn to the metaphysical plane.
Where was it? What was the source-- and was it approaching? It was impossible to tell, being at the very edge of the pond through which the ripples traveled.
Well, he supposed, at least that narrowed it down to somewhere in the direction he was heading.
Strange.
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Post by lulu on Jul 22, 2011 1:26:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]❧ unkown, talk to unknown ever, lasts forever Days off are not one of the perks of being a mercenary. In fact Selphie Tilmitt rarely had a day off, she spent her life running about. Delivering contracts, fighting off bandits or fiends or whatever else her employer could think of. But that's what made today so special. No fiends, no bandits, today was her day off. Well, not really. She had to deliver a contract today, but she finished that hours ago and she had no more orders for the rest of the day. Unless the Garden's newest employer agreed to their terms... Selphie pushed such thoughts from her mind. She really needed this day off.
Twilight Town just so happened to be the perfect place for Selphie's day off. These mini trains gently rolled about town, providing the citizen's main source of transportation. For most people it was a very convenient mode of transportation, until Selphie stepped aboard. The hyperactive girl jumped up and down in excitement. Her emerald green eyes darted from building to building as the mini-train whizzed through Twilight Town. Her enthusiasm knew no bounds, and it caused many of the denizens of Twilight Town to slowly back away.
As the train came to a halt Selphie skipped off. She was sad to see it go, but she had other things to do. The mercenary in the bright yellow mini-skirt looked around the market for the store she was informed about by her train loving Grandfather. Selphie let out a sigh of aggravation, the store was no where in sight. It had the best products for model train construction, it was a shame she couldn't find it. The woman made her way through the crowd, occasionally asking someone if they heard of the store.
"Hey have you heard of Industrial Trains?" She inquired, pacing one hand on a man's shoulder. The man spun around with a wide toothy grin on his face, and the smell of alcohol on his breath. "No cutie, but have you heard of my pants." The drunk man slurred.
The SeeD agent's face turned to one of pure anger. She delivered a swift kick to the man's nether regions leaving him with the words, "UP YOURS!" She then stormed off, only stopping asking a few more people as she made her way through the crowd. The citizens whispered to each other about her harsh reactions, sure the drunkard was probably asking for it. But still, hitting a guy in the dick wasn't cool. The few people she asked gave her a very polite no. It seemed like she made an impression, but that didn't stop Selphie from storming around. Still asking strangers if they heard of the fabled train store. ❧ well it's a sharp shock TAGS: Ad'hora
NOTES: I'm really tired. x,x |
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Jul 22, 2011 10:35:51 GMT -5
"UP YOURS!"
The cry sounded loudly over the heads and self-content whispers of the populace, startling Ad'hora out of his reverie perhaps more strongly than it would have if his conscious had been entirely in the mortal plane. As it were, the person who had uttered those words had just pinged on his radar of sorts as the most vibrant Soul within twenty miles of this point - the combination of sensing her power and the sudden wave of emotion (fury) that accentuated that outburst caused an almost physical shock that had Ad'hora taking a step back as he snapped entirely back to the physical realm.
And yet she was still a few hundreds of yards away, and by now he could see the ripples through the crowd as she passed. The thicker grouping of citizens was the one she was wading through, while the magician himself was standing at the far outskirts of the shopping street, just under an arch, on what was presumably a tram track.
Flaring his wings out just enough that they wouldn't get pinched against the stone, he leaned back comfortably, content that the aforementioned female would soon be heading his direction.
He hadn't forgotten about the presence he'd come across before. Closer to the mark, he put it aside for later, even as the rhythmic thrumming of that familiar energy almost beat as a heart in his ears.
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Post by lulu on Jul 24, 2011 0:01:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]❧ unkown, talk to unknown ever, lasts forever The sound of Selphie's heavy leather boots slamming into the stone walkway was drowned out by the sound of the crowd. They seemed to move on with their lives after Selphie made her 'grand exit'. She was no longer important to them. But that didn't bother her, she just wanted to find the model train store. Then she stopped in mid step. Her eyes grew wide. Wings... That man has wings... Selphie thought to herself in shock. Her mouth was slightly a-gape as she stared at the man with wings just under a large arch, as she gawked at him like he was some kind of zoo animal.
She shook her head and looked away. It was rude to stare... Probably.. The woman's eyes continued to stare back at Ad'hora from the corner of her eyes. Sure she saw people like this before, but he was just so WEIRD. Then she had a bright idea. The SeeD agent sprinted up to Ad'hora, wildly waving her arms at him like she was some kind of wacky waving inflatable arm tube man "HEY! HEY! HEY! BIRD BOY!" She practically screamed as she ran.
"Do you know where Industrial Trains is?" She asked, barely resisting to make a bird reference. He had wings, and so do birds. So the two must be related. Furthermore Selphie didn't even break a sweat, even though today was fairly hot. Which alluded to her physically active life style. ❧ well it's a sharp shock TAGS: Ad'hora
NOTES: I'm really tired. x,x |
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Jul 26, 2011 15:35:06 GMT -5
The girl in question, something close to a flashing beacon in the mass of gray that was this crowd, openly stared at him as she made her way out of the press of people. Fake-ignoring her, Ad'hora lifted a gloved hand, making as if to examine his nails, impossible through the white fabric - but he picked off a piece of imaginary dust from the tip of his finger anyway.
"HEY! HEY! HEY! BIRD BOY!" the girl screamed, arms flailing as she ran the last few yards separating them. Nonchalantly looking up - and now he was perfectly in character, not a trace of his sociopathic tendencies to be seen on his features, instead a gentle and practiced smile gracing his countenance lightly - nevertheless the very corner of his mouth twitched at the name. Bird boy. Eloquent.
"Do you know where Industrial Trains is?" she queried, and again the barest trace of condescension manifested - this time with the barest flick of a wing. But the grin remained firmly in place, perhaps even turning stony with over-practice, and he regarded her with pseudo-sympathy.
"I am afraid I don't," he said. "I am not a resident; merely a traveler."
He hated behaving.
"I'm sure that since you have been searching for so long, you must know this town well by now. I offer you a bargain; if you would show me around, I would help in your search. A deal?"
Not that he cared about her or her trains. Merely he would get wherever he was going faster with a scapegoat to lead... and maybe he was getting a little hungry.
"Are you named?" he asked placidly, his soft tone belying the black malice that lay beneath his handsome visage.
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Post by lulu on Jul 26, 2011 16:11:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]❧ unkown, talk to unknown ever, lasts forever The bird man seemed very off. Selphie couldn't place her finger on it, but something bothered her about this man. Everyone else in Twilight Town was very very average, yet this person stuck out like a sore thumb even though his personality seemed to fit right in. The girl shook her head. What could be the harm of talking to strangers? "Sure, why not."
"I'm Selphie, I'm visiting all the way from the Balamb Garden." She replied. Her body was rigid as she saluted the man, it wasn't unusual for the SeeD agent to greet strangers like this. It hinted at her mercenary background, and that was often enough to keep the stupid ones from assaulting her. Her hand fell back to her side, as she resumed her previous bouncy posture. "Soooooooooooo..... Whats yours?" Tilmitt inquired. Her eyes darted from place to place, although she was polite enough to ask him his name it was clear that she wasn't paying any attention. Her only thoughts were of the glorious Industrial Trains.
She wondered were it could be. Her mind raced searching for a solution, and then she got a bright idea. Bird boy had wings. Why didn't he just fly around, carrying her? A birtd eyes view was the perfect solution. With a grin Selphie began to speak, not really caring what Ad'hora was about to say or was saying. "Hey, I have a GREAT idea." ❧ well it's a sharp shock TAGS: Ad'hora
NOTES: I am now in a library. The woman sitting next to me is eating hard candy in the most obnoxious way possible. Please shoot me. |
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Jul 27, 2011 15:14:06 GMT -5
"Sure, why not. I'm Selphie, I'm visiting all the way from the Balamb Garden."
And she was a competent SeeD, it appeared, as the sharp salute she snapped off was for all accounts perfect in posture and angle. At this knowledge, a small quirk of Ad'hora's lips betrayed the pleasant surprise of learning such.
"Soooooooooooo..... Whats yours?"
"You may call me Seven," he replied, dropping into a low bow at the declaration. Then as he rose, he elaborated. "I am but a humble magician with only an ordinary stage name. My apologies."
The statement was, of course, a fragment of a lie. Ad'hora was many things; a minstrel of magickal arts hailing from Alexandria was but one of his dealings.
"Hey, I have a GREAT idea." Selphie interrupted loudly, and the Seven persona blinked in surprise whilst Ad'hora inwardly rolled his eyes.
"Do tell," the magician allowed, folding his arms and leaning back against the concrete arch. For her sake, I hope it doesn't involve flight.
After all, he was not a personal taxi service.
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Post by lulu on Jul 29, 2011 13:48:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]❧ unkown, talk to unknown ever, lasts forever Seven? The hyperac tive SeeD thought to herself. What the he ll kind of name is that.,,,, Is nine afraid of him? She almost chuckled at her own childish joke. "Pfffttt.... That's a lame stage name. Try something cool like Houdini, or Bird man. She said without thinking. Selphie's mind slowly drifted back to her not so brilliant plan. Unfortunately for her it did involve flight.
"Weeelllllllllllllllllll......." Selphie said as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. What she wanted to say was have bird man fly her around, so she could find Industrial Trains. But what she said instead was, "OH MY GOD!" Selphie's eyes grew wide as one of the small and slow passenger trains rolled by the pair. "LETS TAKE THE TRAIN!" She practically screamed in Ad'hora's face. Although she probably just managed to annoy the bloody hell out of him, at least she didn't bring up the flight thing. She had a sneaking suspicion that he would drop her.
So Selphie reached out to grab the man's arm, not really caring if he wanted to go with her or not. She then took off like a mad man after the train, not really caring if Seven was running with her, being dragged behind or if he was just smart enough to stay behind. At this point the SeeD agent was probably asking for a good smack to the head. ❧ well it's a sharp shock TAGS: Ad'hora
NOTES:LIBRARY KEYBOARDS ARE THE WORST. Half the keys stick and you have to press it a MILLION times to get the right letter (I have h copied because it just doesn't work.) But if you even brush the space bar it puts like five spaces in. 3:< Also the man next to me smells like a horrid version of axe. Please shoot me. Also, sorry that Selphie is so demanding. |
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Aug 7, 2011 17:35:35 GMT -5
"Pfffttt.... That's a lame stage name. Try something cool like Houdini, or Bird man."
Ad'hora scoffed, momentarily losing his Seven persona as he regarded the girl with blatant irritation. "A name like those would paint myself as someone tactless and crude. Seven is anonymous, and yet memorable. This is the reason why I did not inquire to you, Selphie, as to what I should be called."
At least he was mildly gentle about it. Really, internally, he was twitching. Suppressing the urge to smite her where she stood. And damn, was it hard to fight that down.
Selphie shrieked something about trains and touched him, wrinkling his crisp sleeve as her grip tightened, tugging it along. Ad'hora made to pull it out of her hand, eyes sharp, but her single-minded determination ended in him being pulled along with the SeeD girl. At this point his good-natured persona fell completely, and the delicate and reserved expression was lost to, instead, a complex scowl. "Unhand me, wench," he growled, attempting to dig his heels in. "Release me, or so help me, I will hex you where you stand!"
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Post by lulu on Aug 7, 2011 21:12:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]❧ unkown, talk to unknown ever, lasts forever Selphie collapsed to her knees as the train roared by. It was gone, removed from her grasps forever. She did not hear Ad'hora's complaints or snide remarks, she was too busy balling. Wait this was his fault. He was the one that struggled and stopped her from catching the trolly. Selphie would kill him.
The SeeD agent quickly rose to her feet and spun around. The sorrow from her face was gone now replaced with only one thing, rage. With a grunt, similar to that of an enraged bull, she charged forward. Taking no concern for her own safety or the man's hexes. Within seconds she clossed the gap between the two and her two skinny arms lanced outwards, grabbing for the man's collar in a attempt to pull him close.
Not caring if she actually got a hand on him or not Selphie unloaded her rage upon him. "You... Made... Me... Miss... The... Train..." She paused between each word, letting out one angry puff of air after another. "DO YOU HATE TRAINS?" She screamed, by now a crowd was forming around the two. It wasn't every day some girl went psychotic and threatened a guy with wings. "DO YOU? BECAUSE I OUGHTA CUT YOU FOR WHAT YOU JUST DID" She screamed in his face, unbeknownst to her the trolly had already returned and slowly rolled along the tracks behind her. ❧ well it's a sharp shock TAGS: Ad'hoho
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Aug 8, 2011 15:36:20 GMT -5
With a sigh of relief he wrenched his arm from her grasp finally, a twisted smirk lighting his face as the trolley left the station before they arrived. Ad'hora massaged his wrist gently, the mercenary's grip having left painful marks where she clamped down on it like a bird of prey.
Taking a good amount of pleasure from seeing her dreams crushed, Ad'hora made to leave, but Selphie's noise and sudden charge caught him unawares as he turned to look at her. Suddenly her grip was twisted in his shirt, and the man cursed his lack of brute physical strength as she easily held him captive, nearly spitting into his face with each word.
"Remove your filthy hands, whelp," he said lowly, nearly twitching with his own anger at being so easily manhandled by the female SeeD. He didn't struggle, though, merely focused all of his ire into a single heated glare, even as she screamed, attracting a crowd around them.
Neither of them noticed the train rolling gently down the track, behind Selphie as it was.
Of course, offhandedly, he could sense the Souls of the people around him, and while he was unbelievably ready to curse Selphie to the depths of hell, her Soul was more valuable than theirs. If he wasn't careful, though, his magick could react to his fuse and kill the girl currently holding him by the shirt.
The trolley door opened, and a boy around twelve or thirteen with short-cropped brown hair was the first one to step out. Focusing in on his Soul, Ad'hora raised his left hand in the boy's direction, voice laced with undertones of power. "Stay."
The Stop spell halted the nameless and unimportant child against his will, the frantic darting of his eyes the only signal of his conscious. Behind him several more passengers were jostling to get off the train, but as it eventually dawned on them that the winged man was holding the blockage in thrall, fear took them and they shrank back.
Along with the crowd around them. Most could do nothing but morbidly watch, curious as to what the man would do.
Ad'hora stood still as a statue, visage twisted into a scowl as he regarded Selphie. "Relinquish me, or the boy dies."
One could only imagine the reaction to that threat. As it were, he didn't wish to cause a trail of bloodshed wherever he went, but the man could already feel the unsettled magick roiling within him, eager to expend itself. And it was merciful to the city that he target a citizen, of course - to cause damage to the surrounding area would be far more costly than a life.
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Post by lulu on Aug 12, 2011 15:15:34 GMT -5
To put it simply she wanted to punch the guy in the face. Filthy? Whelp? The SeeD agent didn't take to insults to kindly. Her fists balled in rage, but something stayed her hand. Children. Selphie loved them, she always went out of her way to make sure the kids were happy. Specially the ones she looked after in Trabia Garden.
So she let go of Ad'hora. As long as he held the boy by the throat, Selphie wouldn't lay a finger on him. The boy was more valuable then her rage. Yet her fits were still held tight, her rage was still as hot as ever. "Fine, you win." She said, putting stress on the win part. The mercenary was barely able to hold back the words 'for now'.
Her mind raced, once he let go of the boy she would strike. Her eyes darted around looking or weapons or advantages she could use in the local area. It would be tough with this crowd of people, but she couldn't risk letting bird boy go free. She knew there was a good chance he would hurt someone else, after all he threatened a child. Who knew what his limit was?
[OCC: Sorry it's so short. :c ] |
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Aug 21, 2011 11:30:15 GMT -5
Ad'hora scoffed, but contrary to the noise, a sardonic smirk spread across his face as she released him. True to his word, with the drop of his left hand, his hold on the boy was relinquished as well.
The world was still for a moment.
The magician flared his wings, extending them to their full span for emphasis as he cleared his throat. "Your presence is no longer required. Move on, lest you wish to die."
He saw the SeeD's processing of the area, after all, and figured he'd do her a favor. There was no one of worth here anyway, and what better fun than to let her take a few shots at him for his methods? To see a SeeD in action...
The people did scatter. Very quickly. And once the area was clear, the trolley having rattled off to some other location, Ad'hora stepped back six times, placing enough distance between them to make his intentions known.
"Strike me," he bade, wings now tame and half-folded behind his shoulders, arms spread wide to present himself as the target.
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