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 Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 12:13 pm
Shelden blinked and frowned a bit, glancing up at the now resting owl form of Magdalena that was perched on top his head.
"Yes because it's probably his fault all the waters gone...using it for fighting, what a waste..." He grumbled, grabbing the bucket, beginning to feel that he was balancing books on his head for posture with Magdalena perched up there. He lugged the bucket up, walking out the kitchen and to the front door of the inn.
"Snow'll probably work..." He said to himself, opening the door and looking around outside a moment. He spotted a clean patch of snow, deciding that would work and head out towards it, kneeling down and scooping handfuls of snow into the bucket, continueing to hum lightly to himself.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:32 am
All along outside even if he never noticed, several ice sulptures now stood, gleaming in the moon light like gods as if telling a story the sculptures were rather detailed, one could tell Sora had some skill but was rather bored as each depicted one of the people who'd he'd met recently. One even of himself, though the largest and more then likely the most humerous was the one of Shelden.
The elf's sculpture was perfect down to the ears, it wore a large frown and at the bottom in bold icy letters it could be seen clear across the village.
'The Cranky Elf'
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:34 pm
Shelden finished packing the snow into the bucket, figuring he'd have to make a second trip outside once it was melted and purified. He blinked and looked up, noticing the sculptures and tilting his head as far as it would go to the side. He stood up, brushing the snow off his knees and lifting the bucket up before stalking over to the sculptures to inspect them.
He looked over each, eyes narrowing a tad bit when he came across the one that was obviously a depiction of him. Shelden stared at it a moment, an eyebrow rising slightly as a frown of confusion formed across his face.
"Cute..." He grumbled, as he looked it over. It was a fine piece of work, if not a little strange to him. He found it odd how exacted it was. No personal add-ons, no included depictions that might make others think he was a demon or a snob or anything. It all seemed iffy to him. He squinted his eyes at sculpture, the idea that the moment he looked away the thing would explode and he'd be impaled by varying sized ice shards came to mind.
He looked around, finding that no one else was around beside himself. The earlier situations had driven everyone into hiding after all and if they weren't scared anymore, the chances that they were now asleep seemed most likely. In fact he had to one of the very few things still awake at this hour.
Shelden sighed, looking the sculpture up and down before he blinked, noticing the words at the bottom. He read them and frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and feeling a pout come on.
"I am not cranky..." He grumbled, the frown growing a little bigger at the thought. After a few moments he sighed, dropping his arms to his side and re-picking up the bucket. His bottom lip wavered as his gaze was downcast when he headed back inside.
Once inside, he managed to carefully removed Magdalena from his head, setting her in a nice cozy little are for her to finish his rest. Once that was done he grabbed the bucket heading back to the kitchen to make his team thoughts still on his mind as he slowly felt depressed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 7:36 pm
Syaoran Moeroo The skeleton seemed anxious, or perhaps it was meerly distraught at everything that had happened recently. From fighting for his very 'life' to befrending the one who sought to end it. He even now searched for his old life among the mud-coated graveyard. With a silent motion he pointed to the grave he had sprouted up from, by now the mud had filled the casket makeing it impossible to see if anything ahd been burried with him. Near the head of the casket a small marker of stone stood, though no name was scratched onto it, only a few remarks from some anonymous writer on what could only be assumed was what he had done to deserve such an anonymous burial. Lysander stood over the grave for awhile before he sat on a broken down tree to think, he sat for awhile. He always does that when he had to think about things. He looked around to all the other graves, nothing was happening to them, but why this one? He continued to think to himself, minutes rolled by and by as he kept staring at the tomb stone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:06 pm
Name: Syaoran Moeroo
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Bard
Occupation: Entertainer
Magic: In a way
Weapons: A flute crafted from a rare wood enfused with arcane magic, a short sword hidden in his outfit incase thigns get 'rough'
Appearance: Syaoran stands tall at 6'1" and has long crimson hair that hangs low to his waist, his eyes share the color and give off an unerveing sensation if you stare into them. He commonly wears a pair of expensive traveling robes, gold, green, and crimson woven into them. Atop his head rests a hat of a simular design, a crimson plume lineing against the right side of the hat and riseing up slightly behind his head.
Personality: Syaoran is a bard, he loves his work as an entertainer and loves the money he makes even more. Some think he's somewhat of a coward, and in truth he freezes up if it's his neck on the line.
History: can't think of one, maybe later
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"Nothinnnng...." the skeleton groaned, looking at the grave a moment longer before glanceing at the paladin. Did he know a way to discover his real life?.... Was there even any chance that he could find out? An eerie howl was heard as the wind blew, the cloak around the skeleton moveing and revealing his bony form.
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"H...Hello? Anybody there?" Syaoran asked, looking about for a sign of life as he knocked gently on the inn's door. He shivered as he stood there, despiseing the decision to not buy the fur cloak he was offered for only a few peices of gold. "You fool...." he muttered, too cold to even play a song. He knocked one last time before finding that the door wasn't even locked, it opened easily when he pushed. "Anybody h..h....home?" he asked as he shut the door behind himself and dove at the fire, praying this wasn't another illusion.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 5:26 am
Magdalena ruffled her feathers and rose her head lightly, sleepily looking around. She noticed her perch had decided to leave, being alright with that. She rose and took flight, going to the fire place and holding the warmth of its seemingly-constant fire as her new comfort. With a final glance around the currently empty inn, she decided nothing was there worth waking up for. With another tuft of her wings she lay hear head back down in her back and started to doze off once more.
When Syaoran knocked it hadn't really bothered the nodding owl, but she woke and brought her head to front to look at the one who had woke her. Her large black owl eyes blinked at the stranger coming in, her head tilting to the right before she put it up and tilted it to the left. She let out a soft 'hoo', a sort of hello to the stranger.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:15 pm
Syaoran's eyes grew large as he heard the sound, jumping in the opposite direction and looking at what had just startled him. "Wh...What the heck is an owl doing in.... indoors?" he asked, still shivering slightly from the cold. "Someone must be trying to... to kill me" he muttered, a hand grasping his chest as he glanced around even more, the owl seemed like the inn's one and only resident.... it was eerie. Slowly he moved into a much more dignified position, sitting cross-legged where he had jumped to, and watched the bird causiously.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:36 pm
Shelden poured the boiling water into the mug over the tea leaves, humming a bit as he watched the water slowly changed a yellowish-green color. He searched around the kitchen, locating the little pot of sugar and adding about half a cup to the tea. He stirred everything together, adding a squeeze of lemon before picking the mug up and blowing on it. He took a small sip and sighed, blinking as his ears perked at the sound of someone calling.
He looked towards the kitchen door, taking a sip as he walked out. He blinked, spotting Syaoran sitting in front of the fire place, apparently eyeing Magdalena's owl form cautiously.
'Was he here before?' Shelden thought, tilting his head a bit before walking forward until he stood only a few feet behind the bard. He took another sip of his tea before speaking.
"Err... hello there? Did you just come in?" He asked, taking another sip from his mug as he waited for an answer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 8:06 pm
Syaoran about jumped out of his skin a second time, spinning around as he lept to his feet. "Lord in heaven! Where do you creatures keep comeing from?" he asked, putting a hand to his head as he looked at Shelden.
After a moment Syaoran regained the composure. "Oh.... you're that... cranky elf, arn't you?" he asked with a smile, recognizeing Shelden from the snowman outside. His right hand gripped firmly on his flute out of habit, people had tried to steal it one too many times.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 8:16 am
Shelden frowned as he took another sip, an eyebrow raising slightly as he looked Syaoran over.
'I knew I should've melted that thing...why didn't I? Stupid, stupid mistake...' He thought, lowering the cup and squinting a bit.
"That's someone else's opinion... and they really have no right to speak..." He said, grumbling the last part more to himself then to the bard.
"The names Shelden Featherswift actually. Nice to meet you," he said, setting his mug down carefully before looking at Syaoran again. He blinked, noticing the flute clutched in his hands.
"You play flute?" He asked, looking at him curiously. "Are you a bard by chance?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 10:04 am
"It's a pleasure" Syaoran said with a smile, bowing in a practiced manner that hinted perhaps at a talent as an actor. "I'm Syaoran Moeroo, traveling player, actor, and entertainer... so yes, I am a bard" he said with a smile. "And I appologize for calling you a cranky elf, it was the only name I knew you by" Syaoran said, smileing as he loosened his hold on his flute.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 10:50 am
Magdalena blinked at Syaoran's reaction, putting her head upright once more to scratch her neck. She ruffled her snow white feathers comfortably, waking up at the new stranger. He seemed a bit too jumpy. Maybe he was hiding something, she thought. Upon his mention of being a bard, she decided that he was probably just a poor nervous soul.
Magdalena looked over at Shelden and gave a chirp before tilting her head to the other side. She was curious about him, and the bard as well. Soon, she had an idea. With a 'hoot' she spread her wings and flew to the bard's head. She looked down at him, shifting about his head a bit before stopping and staring down to his face.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:01 pm
Shelden blinked and nodded.
"That's alright. We all have to start somewhere when it comes to naming..." He said, ears twitching slightly as Syaoran told his profession.
"Huh, that's really cool to hear. I've only seen a few during my travels, though they're always interesting to listen too. Do you tell stories? Or act out events or anything?" He asked, trying to think of what he'd seen bards do.
Shelden blinked and gave a slight smile, glancing at Magdalena as she took a seat on top the bards head.
"I think she might like you, a good way to start..." He said, watching the two a moment before picking his mug up and drinking some more of his tea.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:14 pm
"I feel as if a great burden has been place on my shoulders..." Syaoran muttered quietly as the owl landed on his head, looking into the bird's face a little aswell. "Maybe, but I sure wish 'she' wouldn't sit on my hat like such" he said with a smirk. "I used to act out events, yes, when I was part of a troupe, but now I usually just play, not so many are interested in stories now adays"
"Do you think you could remove your... pet from my head?" Syaoran asked, growing slightly annoyed with the white owl peering into his face and weighing his head down.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 4:51 pm
Magdalena seemed a little put off at Syaoran, as he muttered and asked Shelden the favor. Ruffling her feathers in somewhat an irritated mannor, she 'hoot'ed again and flew off onto Shelden's head once more. She faced Syaoran, just staring at him with her large eyes.
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