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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 3:34 pm
The new purpose of this thread is to exist so that those of the original Pieces of the Kingdom RP can go back and reread the good times that had been had, as well as to house any side discussion about the current RP version, including blabbing about plots, roles, and characters, and such. Should this be in the wrong forum as of now, I'll be sure to move it at a more convenient time. Until then, feel free to post here while I compile the second version of Pieces of the Kingdom. To OOC, jump to page 9. To be all nostalgic, continue your downward scroll. * * * * * Standing directly in the middle of the main city of Dabrunasa, I rolled my eyes over the diminished landscape. With how far apart my eyelids stretched, revealing my golden eyes as a whole, I could see everything; the wretched buildings that were torn apart by the recent disaster, the streets, which now held scars from the commotion, the various weapons and items dropped by those who had been released by fate, the bodies reduced to skeletons, whose lives had been claimed by those who forced this upon us, and the blood stains that gruesomely complimented these lifeless bodies. Looking further, though, calling upon the power of my stained eyes, I saw the lost souls floating about and the dreams that they held being dropped into the sky; the infinite abyss. It was a truly amazing sight, one that both held your attention and appealed to your senses in a fascinating, sickening, and terrifying way. Souls rushed about every which way, with some simply heading up towards the sky, or, in some cases, to the ground, disappearing beneath it's crust, while others, ones more significant and noteworthy, used their tails to paint a large picture in the sky. This picture showed Dabrunasa the way it was about a year ago; bristling with life and a place that was seen as wonderful, relaxing, friendly, intriguing, warm, welcoming, active, and worth dying for except for a few minor exceptions, which could be picked out from the crowd thanks to their lifeless looks and face-long frowns. It was amazing, really, how these beings were so discernible among the overshadowing buildings, the millions of shopping booths that inhabited the streets, the flags that seemed overjoyed by the graceful touch of the wind, and the mixing of purple, blue, orange, yellow, and white clouds. I suppose it was because they were adrift in a sea of smiling faces. After all, when a ship is out at sea, it certainly sticks out like a sore thumb amongst all the waves dyed blue. Upon inspecting these faces, I found one that was very familiar. One covered with fur from the chin around to the back of the head, and then some. One who had gills held together by three horns. One that held the hand of a red giant next to him. One whose horns were not quite straight. One who wore a look of uncertainly and fright. One who wore beautiful clothes and had built a physical frame that often was looked at as attractive and, yet, was overlooked by others, particularly women, in the crowd. One who resembled me perfectly in every way. Knowing I had once wished this fate upon everyone whom spat at me, discriminated against me, laughed at me, made fun of me, and disregarded me, I collapsed to my knees and allowed tears to flow from my eyes. I had never felt so alone in my life. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I coughed, then turned my head to the side, seeing a husky, a husky male, standing by my side, trying to comfort me with his touch. I stood once again and pulled him into a hug, which he, himself, returned in a loving manner. This husky, named Farley Brian Grey by his father, was my best friend; my life-long companion; my lover. He pulled away from the hug and looked at me, staring directly into my eyes. I returned his gaze, not really knowing what was going through his head, but I could feel him searching through mine, finding information about this situation that would best help him to help me through it. I had no objections to this, wanting to feel as if someone understood my plight. Luckily, he understood completely, which I concluded when he patted my hips and asked, "You miss this place, don't you?""Yes, I do," I admitted, glancing around. "All the crazed activity, the interesting people, the smiling faces," Farley halted, looking to me as if to confirm his list. "I'd sacrifice it all if I could get it back," I stated, releasing myself from the husky's grasp as I began swirling gracefully through the rubble and the decay. "It's the least I could do for wishing this upon them..."I shut my eyes, so I had no way of seeing Farley's reaction, but I imagine he gazed at my movements, wearing a sad, puppy face. "What are you planning?" He asked, knowing something was passing over my mind. "Someday, I will return here with the pieces of my country," I stated, dancing through the sentence. "The structures, the breeze, the activity, the economic exchange, and, of course, the citizens are all represented by fives pieces of one crystal sphere," My dancing came to a halt as I started straight towards Farley. "I will obtain the pieces and put them back together. I will bring Dabrunasa back."Farley simply stared at me, not saying a word. Tears ran from his eyes as his body morphed and turned into my reflection. Amazed by this, I stepped forward once, then again, and again, and again, until I stood right in front of my reflection, which had known shrunk down to the way I was when I was five. A small symbol rested on this reflection's hand, the one that now was stretched across my back. As the years went on, it seemed to grow like a sickness, spreading where ever it wished and growing at its own rate. I rose my hand against my reflection and brought it down forcefully, causing my younger self to smash into pieces. I knelt over and picked up a piece; the one containing my eye, and studied the symbol that surrounded the pupil, the symbol that disrupted the wealth of gold that my eyes have held for almost twenty-four years, then I threw it down, shattering it into a million pieces. I simply turned back around and glanced back at the painting, awed by it's enormous size and accurate display of life. The souls who had painted it were now gone, though, all in there respective resting spot for the rest of eternity. I, on the other hand, simply allowed seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years pass as I look to this painting, savoring its presence and storing its memory within my mind before it started fading and, finally, fell apart. I was drenched by the heavenly paint as it came crashing down and felt pieces of the clouds lap against my face. Truly, I felt as if I was being embraced by Dabrunasa as I knew it, feeling welcomed at last by those who have held a grudge against me. I was so happy... ...but it came to an end as I stirred in my bed. A moan escaped my lips as I glanced to around the room, then next to me. Farley was there, of course, seemingly holding onto me for dear life. I sighed, recognizing that we were in a tavern; an inn establishment with a bar and large lobby, in you will. My legs threw themselves over the bed as I sat up, leaning slightly over so I could peer down at the ground. Another moan escaped my mouth as I stood up, stiff and naked, and began to stretch. I heard the sheets behind me rustle as I went about my exercises. My head wandering towards the source, finding Farley's gaze resting on my body, most likely around my midsection to my upper legs. "Oh, don't mind me," The husky dismissed his existence rather cheerfully. "Continue with your stretches.""You would like that, wouldn't you?" I asked, despite already knowing the answer, grinning slyly. "Of course!""Too bad," I said, savoring the look on his face, which mirrored that of a little child's whom had just had his dreams broken apart. "I'm all stretched out now and, thus, titled a 'flexy dwaggy' again."Farley's ears perked up, "Quoted me, did ya?""Yes, I did."Farley jumped from the sheets and embraced me from behind, causing an inevitable struggle that ended with us pecking each others lips. we exchanged our usual "Good morning!"s, "How did you sleep?"s, and "Good enough."s, took our morning shower, got dressed, kissed again, and headed out into the hall of the tavern, knocking on the door of our companion, Keiya, if you will. He was the only one who wished to join Farley and me on the journey, but some company was better than none. Once we were done waking Keiya up, Farley and I simply headed downstairs. I began making breakfast as he plopped down on the couch and sniffed at the trailing smells with interest. And thus, the wait began. ((Rather abrupt, yet comfortable, beginning, if you ask me. ^..^ Anyone who wishes to join now, please do so by having your characters waking up in a room.))----- Rules for this Roleplay:~ I am running this Role Play, so I am absolute. No one overrides me except for the Captains, Vice Captains, and Crew of this guild. ~ You must be literate or semi-literate. A great example of literate roleplaying is the post I just made. ~ Keep it PG-13. Sexually descriptive posts and brutal/gory scenes are not allowed. ~ Post a character sheet in your introduction. (I will be posting mine in the next post, as this one, I imagine, is already long enough.) ~ Keep this fun. ~ If you happen to come in late find a convenient place to insert yourself into the story. This means in towns, plains, and the such. Never enter during battle unless you've made it clear you will. It only creates confusion and frustration if you don't. Also, read the travel logs to find out where the current roleplayers are. I am personally writing these logs up myself, so they are reliable and, thus, give you no reason to say you have not been properly informed; this excludes the secrets yet to be revealed in the story; I will not be placing those in the travel logs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 3:39 pm
((These are only sample profiles. Feel free to set yours up any which way you wish.))
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Name: Farley Brian Grey
Age: Twenty-Tres
Sex: Male
Race: Siberian Husky Anthropomorphic
Orientation/Occupation: Bi (Or so he's told me...) / Freelancer
Weapons:
~ Lifier - A spear that can change shape at the user's will, but takes a bit of their life force every time it does.
~ Silvéron VD400 - A gun that can make its own ammo by taking in organic elements.
Skills: Loosely Related Randomness (Or LRR, for those of you who are good at memorizing abbreviations), Manipulating Wind, Swimming, Aiming Firearms
Bio: This will explain Farley's past and hidden characteristics quite well. Everything else is only fur-deep.
Appearance: (See bottom of the post)
Extra Information:
Physical Attributes: Farley...
~ Has white and grey markings, with a small star under his left eye
~ Has a modest muscular build; is a runner
~ Has a loosely curled tail that's quite poofy
~ Has a narrow muzzle
~ Has bi colored eyes; the left eye is blue-gray and the right is green
~ Has a fire tattoo on his right arm
~ Is about 5' 8" tall
~ Is around one hundred and seventy pounds in weight
Character Traits: Farley...
~ Is a major goofball
~ Loves to play around
~ Cracks a joke at serious times
~ Loves to win by a landslide
~ Relies on others heavily
~ Lives in his own dream world
~ Is good in a pinch; has good reflexes on his side
~ Is one loyal pup
~ Is very loving towards his friends and (*coughs*) family
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Name: Daust R. Masana
Age: Twenty-Three
Sex: Male
Race: Mixed-Colored-Furry-Scaled-Dragon of Royalty, I suppose.
Orientation/Occupation: You have two guesses / Cook, Musician, Freelancer
Weapons:
~ Scalechain Gloves - Daust's signature gloves. They are made from the very scales that he was born with, so they are very strong and hold odd properties that are easily manipulated.
~ Ran-Claw and Restricted Chain - Daust's set of daggers. One has the ability to shape shift, whilst the other can grow beyond its size into a full-fledged sword.
Skills: Cooking, Playing Instruments (from Dabrunasa), Manipulating the Mind (both my own and others'), among other things
Bio: "I am Daust Masana, a dragon who has been blessed with golden eyes and cursed with the legacy of Dabrunasa's family line of blood red scales. Due to my "imperfect appearance", namely the furred scales that cover my body, I've been shunned by most, despite my regal upbringing. However, I've been able to get through the hardships in life presented by this thanks, in full, to my brother, Quinlan. It was only after he left, though, that I came across Farley Grey, a great friend who would later become my destined soul mate.
I presided with Farley in the nation that overtook my own, Albastor, which happens to be his homeland. Whilst staying with him, I helped him get over many of the past tragedies he experienced, as well as those that have yet to come. Over the course of the time we spent together in Albastor, I finally found a being who could connect with me; someone with whom I could talk heart-to-heart, man-to-man, without feeling the least bit uncomfortable or ashamed. I found a life long companion that could always make me smile...
And I almost lost him.
I narrowly escaped the death that was being forced on me by Adira Reed and Phoenix Sullivan, two of the biggest influences in Farley's life. They betrayed him; Adira for love, Phoenix for money. After both had lost their lives, Farley mourned for me, as he thought I had been shot to death by Adira, when, in truth, I was merely knocked unconscious. By the time I had fully recovered from my wound, I learned that Farley had become an amnesiac and began wandering about the other nations in search for another life. Obtaining this information was not easy, as I could not simply say I love another man and get out unscathed, I had to disguise my motives. I revealed my mind's healing powers, saying I'd be able to restore his memories and make him suitable to join the army once again.
I quickly found him wandering right outside Albastor, about to reenter, and restored his memories, along with an old promise we had vowed to keep long ago. With his new memories, he decided it would not be beneficial to go back within his city's dome. The officials in Albastor probably marked me as a dead man the moment I stepped into outside their dome, so I was free to pursue a new life with Farley wherever life decided to bring us. No longer bound by Albastor's restrictions on love, Farley and I completed the conditions set by our old vow and took each other's hand, binding us together for life.
To this day, we continue to live with one another, as well as Keiya, as we wandered about the world. Truthfully, I could not have asked for a better ending.
Or, perhaps, that was only the beginning?" ~ Myself
Appearance: (Move your eyes a bit farther down)
Extra Information:
Physical Attributes: Daust...
~ Has blood red and dark blue scales, with fur covering most of his scales
~ Has a generously muscular build; is a weightlifter/fighter/pounder of enemies
~ Has a long tail with fur running down it's top
~ Has a wide snout
~ Has golden eyes
~ Has two crooked horns on top of his head, among others on his face
~ Has a paw print painting on his left arm
~ Is about 6' 7" tall
~ Is well over two hundred fifty pounds in weight
Character Traits: Daust...
~ Is very serious
~ Is a fair-minded individual
~ Loves a challenging fight
~ Believes he can handle most problems by himself
~ Is very realistic
~ Is good in a pinch; has thinking on his side
~ Is one loyal dragon
~ Is very loving towards his friends and (*coughs*) family, if a bit critical
A Reference Picture of Farley and Me
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:48 pm
(Reserved for location descriptions and travel logs) The Nations of Resenia:~ Dabrunasa ~ Albastor ~ Granlough ~ Keizariya Descriptions (Taken directly from the posts): [ Bold italic text = Nations, Bold text = Capital Cities, Italic Text = Regular/Normal Towns] ~ Granlough - "...a vast, swirling land of hues that originated from the color brown. The sun manipulated the color until it was a bright yellow from the mixtures and various saturations, whilst the shade pushed it colors more towards the darker side of things. Naturally, with Granlough being a desert land, sand covered most of the land around us, save for the areas chosen for buildings to be build, which were covered with oddly thick batches of grass brought to life by the oasis in the middle of this town, going by the name of Gavison. It was odd to see such a spontaneous mixture of green, yellow, blue, and brown, but it was quite a lucky mixture, as it provided us with the necessary colors, blue and green, to fuel our life, protecting it from those colors that wished to take it away, yellow and brown. The sun beat down on this poor town, though, as if to even out its fortune."~ Josef - "It's very beautiful; the whole city rests upon a giant pyramid structure with steps to whisk you all the way to the top, where the palace rests, and back down; the rest of the buildings are sprinkled around on the other levels. The middle of the pyramid is also hollowed out so that the 'second half' of the city can rest inside. It's more leaning towards advanced safety precautions than accommodation, though."Travel Logs:Pieces of the Kingdom, Part One: Granlough~ The journey starts in an Inn with Daust, Farley, and Keiya; the first two of which are married and the last of the three being a companion whom has traveled with them for five years. (Read the character profiles for further information on Daust, Farley, and Keiya.) ~ A new character, Raison, a traveling, freelance mailperson, makes himself known. He is hired, by Daust, to escort the group to Josef, Granlough's capital city. ~ Another character, Kazuki, wanders in the Inn and immediately recognizes Farley, and slowly recognizes Daust. (See Kazuki's profile on page two for more info on his past encounters with the two.) After a brief argument, they get to talking and invite Kazuki along for the journey. ~ The group starts off on the journey, whilst yakking and getting to know each other better or making up for lost time.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:20 pm
Name: Keiya Daisuke Age: 25 Sex: Male Race: Part human, part wolf, part falcon. Orientation/Occupation: Straight/Archery, flying, claws. Weapons: Long bow, claws. Skills: Archery, flying ((The same as Occupation, aye?)) Biography: Keiya Daisuke was born in a land in the sky named Keizariya, which is connected to Resenia by a long ladder, one which nobody has attempted to climb. Keiya was very privileged to live in this land, for it was a near-perfect land; it was ruled by a mighty king, one that everyone loved and appreciated. Or at least, most everyone. Keiya did not believe that this king deserved his position. He saw the king as a foolish ruler, always making stupid decisions and brainwashing his followers to believe him to be right. He thought of himself as a greater ruler, one that could lead his land to victory and triumph. He shared his thoughts with some of his close friends, and eventually formed and was the leader a secretive group that was against the king. The group was loyal, strong, and almost good enough to fulfill their plans to overthrow the king and finally have Keiya as their successful ruler. That is, until someone outside of the group got word of their existence. The dirty rat snitched on them, and the whole group was forced to take the leap of faith into the clouds towards the world below. The group stayed together for a while, but eventually they all began to betray each other, and they split up. Around this time, Keiya came across a young couple, a husky and a dragon by the name of Farley and Daust. They were both around the age of 18 at the time, still yet to be wed. They instantly got along like brothers. He's very friendly with Farley, but tends to pick on Daust at times... testing his last nerves n' such. It gets pretty humorous at times! Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:36 pm
Keiya stirred in his bed, being woken from a deep sleep. He turned his head and opened one eye slightly, only to see a stream of sunlight pouring into his dark room through a crack in the curtain. He groaned sleepily and covered his head with his pillow, trying to get just five more minutes of sleep.
Ten minutes later, he managed to convince himself to get his lazy butt out of bed. He stood up, donning only his boxers, and began stretching all of his muscles out. When he finished his routine, he slipped on his pants and coat, then head downstairs.
He emerged from the staircase to find Farley sitting on the couch and Daust cooking in the kitchen. He perked up his ears and hopped onto the couch next to Farley, grinning happily and wagging his tail back and forth, "Morning, Farley! How'd you sleep?" he greeted happily. He stretched his neck over, looking towards the kitchen, "Whatcha burning in there, Daust?" he asked with a sly smirk.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:48 pm
My eyes were immediately pried away from the steaming pot as the words "burning in there" slipped through my ears. Unfortunately, it failed to slip out the other and, thus, remained in my head. Keiya, oh Keiya, knew very well I took it as an extreme offense when someone accused me of burning food and such. In fact, I am sure all cooks of my nature took offense in this way. I never asked them, but I was quite sure. "Why do you not just jump in the pot and find out?" Was my response as my hand wafted the steam and my fingers pointed accusingly at the pot.
Farley must've recognized my frustration in a heartbeat, as he interrupted the argument-to-be by throwing his arms around Keiya, wagging his own tail happily. I found my lips to release a sigh as I removed the pot from the stove's burners, causing a bit of steam to sting my snout, see: my nostrils, and set it on a kitchen towel. I removed my oven mitts and began setting plates atop the kitchen's bar top. Food smoothly flew through the air as I flipped it up into submission with a spatula and onto two dinning plates, one meant for me whilst the other was meant for my love, Farley.
Once ready, I set Keiya's plate up as well and left it on the counter. After all, I am sure he would not wish to taste the burnt quality of my cooking. Farley gladly accepted his plate, though, and began picking at the meal placed upon it, lifting it in front of his face to gaze at it in a dim witted fashion before slurping it in between his lips and swallowing. I followed suit, eating in a more civilized manner as I glanced cautiously over at Keiya.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 7:04 pm
~UNDER CONSTRUCTION~ Name: Raison (Ray) Henry Smith. Age: 21. Sex: Male. Race: Furry. (Part hyena.) Orientation/Occupation: Hmm...we'll try this for once. Bi. / Freelance Mailperson. Weapons:~ Deca-Bladed Rod: As somewhat suggested by the name, this is a brons [bronze] staff that has ten small knobs in various places on its body, to which the user can attach knives. Not only is the rod able to fold into itself twice for the sake of easy storage (i.e., Raison's mail bag), but the knives may be folded along the edges of the blade to make their storage easy as well. (To "activate" the knives, one wound simply need to press a small button on the end of the rod. Convenient, no?) ~ "Last Resort": Given this nickname by Raison, Last Resort is a special pistol that holds within it a secret chamber that bullets pass through when fired. This chamber may be filled with any liquid substance, and is logically used for lacing said bullets with deadly poison. (If you see Raison using this, you know he's desperate. Guns are not his weapon of choice, nor are any other long-range weapons.) Skills: Above-average speed, very high intelligence/perceptiveness, and somewhat amazing reflexes. Bio: Hailing from the desert nation of Granlough, Raison (who tends to use the nickname "Ray" at times) has never really had a place to call home. He and his parents had been traveling merchants within the nation for his entire life and then some, but when Ray was only eight years of age both parents were struck down by a terrible plague that had been sweeping Granlough for over two decades. (Ironically enough, a cure for this plague was discovered and distributed only a single year after their death.) Fulfilling their final wish, Ray promised that he would live his life to the very fullest...which in his case meant continuing to adventure across Granlough. And perhaps someday across other areas as well. At first he tried taking up the merchant trade that his parents had left behind for him, but he soon learned that he just wasn't cut out for it. (Mostly due to his rather young age.) The small amount of wealth his parents had left him was now completely dried up due to his failures. But determined as he was, the now fourteen-year-old Ray began doing odd jobs for anyone who might have benefited from his services. It was an interesting life and all, but unfortunately many of these jobs included rather shady business. And often brought very grave danger upon young Ray. (They also provided him with keen survival instincts, not to mention varied knowledge in many different trades.) Thus, on his eighteenth birthday, Ray made another life-altering decision. He would from that point on take on the one occupation that had proved the most interesting for him- Freelance Mailperson. The demand for such mail people was in high, as crossing the desert which sat in the center of Granlough was a difficult trek. But hardened by both his racial traits and his past experiences, Ray quickly proved himself to be just the man for the job. Thus, he stuck with said job until present day...yet, he was beginning to crave something more: To travel to the farthest corners of the world. He had the skills and intelligence to do so, that's for sure. All he needed now were some good/trustworthy traveling companions, and he'd be set... Summary of Personality: Kind but cautious around strangers, devoted to those who have earned his trust, and shrewd towards those who have lost his respect (or failed horribly at earning it in the first place). Also equipped with a fair sense of humor, as well as the ability to be deathly serious when need be. Tends to be quite devoted to his work. Appearance: _____
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 7:23 pm
Keiya peered at Daust for a moment, watching him set the plate on the counter and sit down to enjoy his own meal. He slinked up to the counter and grabbed his plate, then seated himself between Farley and Daust and clunked his plate on the table, "Oh c'mon, Daust. You know I was only joking... what is this slop anyways?" he asked with another smirk as he poked the food with a fork.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 2:54 am
"Wha' sisi' alwa's?" (What is it always?) I asked, heavily transforming my tongue so that my nation's slang dialect would flow off it instead of the one I have come to learn from painstakingly persistent vocabulary studies. "A nameless batch of poison, that's what."
Farley quickly intervened. "Guys, come on! It's a nice morning; don't ruin it," The husky said, putting more emphasis than I have ever heard into that last part. "Besides, we can't have you two bickering this whole journey."
"Perhaps you are right," I admitted, setting my plate onto the table in front of me. "I promise not to bicker as long as Keiya does as well."
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:08 pm
"Okay, okay! I promise I'll behave. I just LOVE messing with you, Daust. You're so funny when you're peeved!" Keiya snickered, eying him. He saw Farley shoot the famed "don't-start" glare at him, so he just looked down at his food and began playing with it with his fork, pushing it to one side of the plate and then half of it to the other, "When are we leaving to go on this journey, anyhow?" he asked, testing a small bite of his food and wagging his tail slowly behind him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:24 pm
{I think I made it in record time...}
That was Raison's final thought to himself as he slowed to a walk and entered the tavern. Glancing at his watch to confirm his previous thought, he soon found himself grinning. By a full fourty-five minutes, his record had been shattered.
His grin still holding strong, the hyena furry paced his way to the check-in counter/bar and made an odd series of knocks on the countertop as opposed to using the bell.
Recognizing the knocking pattern, the innkeeper quickly but carefully set down the case of alcoholic substances he was about to carry off somewhere and whirled around to face the guest of honor.
"Well, well. It's been a good while, Smithy."
Ray nodded as his tan-colored arm of fur instincually reached inside his messenger's bag slung around his right shoulder and produced from it a letter.
"Sure has, Amber."
The two had just traded some friendly blows. The innkeeper had added a Y to Raison's last name (Smith), and Raison in return left out the S from the last name "Ambers." Both grinned very wide as Raison handed over the letter to the innkeeper. They'd now initiated a little game they played every time Raison came 'round.
"For me!? Why. You shouldn't have."
"Nope, but here it is anyway. Straight from one Charles Sunnert."
Innkeeper Ambers' face suddenly grew much more serious, and thus so did Raison's.
"What could he possibly want? Another handout?"
"Believe it or not, no. He's come into some money recently, and would therefore like to pay off his debt in full."
Ambers' face lit up, and he quickly opened the letter to find a rather large sum of currency within. Quickly jamming this into the register, he strode his way over to a wall near the entrance. (Raison followed.) Hanging there was a small glass case with a lid held in place by a lock, which he quickly dispelled with a key from his pocket. He removed the lid carefully and set it down, then reaching inside and untacking one of many pictures from the wall. He crumpled up the picture and threw it behind the bar, then picking up/locking the lid back into place.
"Well, this guy's off my blacklist...anyway, here's your pay."
He reached into his wallet and pulled out a small sum of currency, handing said currency to Raison. (It was customary for the reciever of the letter/package to pay the freelance mailperson.)
"As you can see, I'm only slightly short. May I interest you in a free drink to make up the difference?"
Once finished counting and pocketing the money, Raison shrugged as Innkeeper Ambers made his way behind the bar, already knowing how his deliverer would answer.
"Works for me."
He set a very large glass (resembling what us Gaians might call a beer mug) down on the bar, smirking slightly.
"The usual?"
Raison now also found himself smirking as well, perfectly understanding the joke being made.
"The usual."
Suddenly, a water bottle came sailing through the air at a rather high speed, and without warning. Not too fond of the thought of letting such a projectile come crashing into his forhead, Raison's clawed left paw suddenly shot up and stopped the drink midair, clutching it tightly in its grip.
"Thought you had me that time, didn't you?"
The innkeeper only chuckled and sighed.
"Meh, there's no beating you...anyway, back to work with me. Have a good one."
"Same to you."
With that, Raison removed his attention from his old friend and began to glance around the place.
{Yup, nothing's changed...}
To anyone who might have been watching him, he'd likely seem very bored all of a sudden.
And he was bored, so go figure.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:47 pm
I could not help but notice this new fellow. Smith was his name? No, it was customary, at least in Granlough, to refer to someone by their last name when consulting them with a business manner. Unfortunately, this stranger, Smith, did not know of my last name, so I had to approach this carefully, if at all. I considered approaching him, though, as he seemed to be a natural fighter. The weapons attached to his belt ((I am assuming this, Nick, please correct me if I am wrong)), his convincing build, and blocking skills, illustrated by his ability to catch the cup mid-air. I got up from the couch and collected the plates from Farley, Keiya, and the table, then headed over to the kitchen, greeting the Hyena as I went by. "Hello, there," I said pleasantly as I passed by, placing emphasis on my body by nodding my head and focusing my eyes on my feet as I walked past him.
I set the dishes into the sink and began to wash them, allowing the warm water to run from the faucet freely as I did so. Hopefully, from the action before this one, the hyena, Smith, would have directed his eyes towards my waist, as intended. If so, he would've seen the weapons on my belt, namely my infamous glove and pair of daggers, and conclude I was not partaking in a peaceful journey. This "journey" bit could be drawn as a conclusion from my clothes, as they were light and partially revealing, due to the fact that this was a desert area and I intended to cross it. The most notable thing, of course, would have to be my actual size and build, which would hint, above all, that I had been through campaigns such as these many times before.
Then again, I may be giving this "Smith" character far too much credit. We'll simply have to see, though.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 11:34 pm
[[I'm not sure if he'd have a belt, Chris...we'll work that out later.
But now that you've got me thinking, I do believe he'd keep Last Resort in a secret compartment of his messenger bag. It's kinda like a secret weapon.]]
Raison did indeed notice all the things suggested by Daust's narrator, as perceptiveness had become his nature. However, he wouldn't let on to this so easily.
Besides, he had nothing to fear from them. So why fret yet?
After all, he had no intentions of joining this apparent journey they were on, as he knew nothing about it or them yet.
As far as these strangers were concerned, they would simply be some interesting individuals to meet...perhaps even potential customers.
He called after the golden-eyed dragon pleasantly enough:
"Good morning."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:45 am
The dreadful "Good Morning" hurtle had been jumped over, but this was only the first step; there was plenty more to overcome on the mini-journey of hiring this hyena, Smith, to aid us. A warm smile spread over my lips as the hyena answered. I figured avoiding coming off as a complete brute, as many things about me suggested, would be particularly good in the way of not scaring him off. And so, to join the smile, were many other soft features of my face, amidst all the horns and scales. There was the whiskers dropping over my lips, the chin hair, my golden eyes, round snout, etc. Hopefully, this hyena, Smith, would take all of this at face value.
After setting aside the clean dishes on a fresh kitchen towel, I directed my attention fully towards Smith. I tried to establish eye contact with him, illustrating interest and such despite the rather boring way my facial features often expressed themselves, though, whether or not he returned my gaze was completely up to him. I decided to give him a bit of motivation, though, just to ease things along. "What's it like?" I simply asked, then went on to elaborate on the quesiton. "To travel these parts, I mean. Must be very harsh, yet very rewarding."
I rested my arms on the counter, slightly bending over to eliminate my often hesitation-inducing height for a brief moment.
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