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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 2:22 pm
Cruise Vizierre thought it would be best to play along and lie. "You talking about that old crystal in the mountains..." he said cluelessly, lying through his teeth, " Is that why your heading there?" "As for monsters I haven't come across any yet though they say demons from another realm have been roaming about on this continent." He continued walking and waited for her to respond.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 2:47 pm
"Heh I see..." Vizierre said.
He continued walking then somthing caught his eye. He sheathed his sword and strayed off his course to the left. He knelt down and pulled out a torn page from a book. Vizierre was infront of a strange looking plant. the plant was exactly similar to the one in the page he held. A small grin lit on his dark face. He turned his head towards the female grinnig behind the darkness of his helmet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:02 pm
::as they continued to walk, the draconic sense became alert again, detecting his diversion for a moment; however, it couldn't supply the information fo what. She slowly began to misjudge that it could be him obscuring shard information:: Maybe he knows about the shards? What can I say to bring the information out into the open....
She cleared her throat, her voice now taking on a vibrational hum, a lingering evidence of her draconesque heritage.:: Do you know much about the shards, sir? Like what they do...how they function? If, pray I say--they function at all if it's not a whole?
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:09 pm
Vizierre studied the sheet carefully. This was it. This was the root for the ption he needed to make. He pulled out his leather satchel and placed the root of the plant inside. He stood up and turned to her. The moment she mentioned the shards some anger built up inside of him revealing only a fraction of his power. His eyes slanted and his grin turned to a frown.
"Why are you so curious to know about these shards girl..." He said in a stern yet grim voice which seemed to echo as a whisper from all around the area.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:18 pm
::the static hum of his anger brushed about against her sensitive skin, but she pushed it away immediately when she heard his comment about her growing curiousity. She decided to be more meek with her questions, not to let him catch on. Her voice grew softer, though there was a strength in it that now rang -a solemnity that wasn't there before.::
I apologize, Vizz, my curiousity seemed to know no bounds, and I guess I just assumed that it was general gossip about it's powers...::Her voice was coated on with a demure sugar-sweet like quality, her rather deceptive nature giving way to White Rapture--finding futility as Black Rapture. Her hands withdrew from the back of her head and were placed in her pockets, fiddling for a stick, or a toothpick to nibble on.:: But I guess I was wrong--you seem more of an herbalist or bontanist...
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:32 pm
"Its for my arm... well to grow it back anyway... Its a component I need for a potion"
Vizierre looked at her. She looked slightly innocent and decided to let her slide. He turned his head towards the north and began walking that way.
"come the temple isn't that far now"
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:38 pm
::her mien slowly began to transform as her second personality began to emerge from the dark grasps of her vicious other self. The draconic essence murmured in the depths of her mind, too occupied and interested at the specimen before her to really take on the same yet different people altering inside of her body. Her hands were folded sweetly and were placed on the small of her back. Her stride grew much more lady-like, the pride and slight aggression vanishing as some sort of lively yet weak self began to come for their replace.::
Oh dear...you've lost an arm...? That's terrible!! How did you lose it? ::her voice was genuine in it's caring; the deceptiveness, no matter how discreet, also melted away with the receding dark side of herself.::
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:49 pm
Vizierre realized he made a mistake by telling her that. He was never really good at lying considering he never need too. He began to ponder a lie. A second later he thought of one.
"My arm was poisoned with a deadly venom. I had to pull it off"
Her turned his head slightly and could faintly see the base of the mountains.
"Were almost there..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 6:57 pm
::being White Rapture, she did not prod more on the fact. No matter what incessant hisses the dragon made. She glanced at him, giving a look of true sympathy.:: I am sorry that you had to endure such a violent poison...I would of healed you. ::she smiled at him, her cheeriness slightly playful.:: And thank you so much for your assitance! For walking me over here, I mean..
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:06 pm
" No problem, I have somthing that I need to atend to here anyway..." Vizierre said
He stopped about 20 meters at the base of the mountain and turned around to the girl as if to confront her. He unsheathed his sword and slammed it into the ground between them.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:12 pm
::her smile instantly faded as the dragon within her blood growled heinously, feeling the tear of vibrations and the cold, steel molecules of sword come into the presence between them. The unfortunate transformation of Black to White was truly putting her at the disadvantage. As White Rapture, she had no will to fight, let alone the ability to fight - unlike Black Rapture. Her body began to tremble slightly, the large, luminous green eyes widening.::
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:18 pm
" Now... Answer me truthfully" Vizierre same in his cold dark voice, " Why are you so interested in this place?"
A dark red pentagram began to glow from the top of his hand and his strength began increasing dramatically as he gripped his sword. He was glaring at her with hatred. He knew she herself didn't have a shard but He was unsure about her if she was trying to protect them. His tattered cloak began flowing wildly like roaring flames and his tail flickered behind him.
"Answer the Question..." He said, his voice growing darker and colder.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:29 pm
::though she tried to control her trembling, it still appeared - but not violently, thank god. She had lost her voice, and with teh lack of will to lift her twin daggers, she wished to settle this without bloodshed, though her heart thumped almost out of her chest. She stepped back, the emerald eyes still wide with potent fear.:: Vizierre, I don't know what you're talking about...There isn't anything important in the ruins except for broken buildings and a temple...::her voice trailed off, more than a question than a statement.:: Is there...?
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:35 pm
"English must be your second language... Because thats not what I asked..." Vizierre said, His anger was seeping through his control.
" Now.. Answer the question... Why are you so Interested in this place..."
Vizierre was not about to ask again. The game he was playing with her before only pent up more anger inside of him. He leaned forward and gazed into her eyes.
" Well...."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:39 pm
::her shocked posture soon turned into something stalwart, her iron resolve and will shining through. Her voice was calm and still hung sweet, though it now was gaining some strength to gain ground--what was Black Rapture planning, that made this man all of a sudden so distrustful? She often wished she could meet her dark side face to face - though that would be physically impossible.::
And I have answered you...there is nothing of interest, it's just a safe refudge...There is nothing important to me there. Why do you insist?
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