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 Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:22 pm
 Hit me with your best shot.... __________________________________________________________________
Everything had happened so quickly, it still hadn't really sunk in. Artyria let her wolven tail hang limp behind her. She had been adopted into the Demtron 5, and then in a flash, that family had been taking away. She stood in the alley with her back leaned up against a building, the rusty red brick making her black attire and brown fur stand out. She heaved herself forward to wander the streets in search of either work or food. Work sometimes equaling food.
She stuck her paw-like hands into her pockets of her coat. Her concealed weapon was felt smooth and cool against her lower back, tucked in against the inside of her black skirt. Granted it was a little shorter than what she really cared for, but when it comes to running, the shorter the faster you are. She came up to the marketplace, looking about here and there, seeing if there was anything she could either help out with, or get away with only three nickels to her name. She doubted the second and kept an eye out, watching and listening intently. Her blue eyes scanning and her nostrils taking in the scents of the area around her. So much hustle and bustle, she loved it.
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.... because failing to do so will haunt you forever. Quote: DEFINITIONSACTIVITY SPEECHTHOUGHTS((( OOC NOTES)))
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 7:50 pm
Hit me with your best shot.... __________________________________________________________________ Artyria wandered for about an hour or so. It was then that she saw an elderly lady who had been struggling carrying her goods. Well, seeing as there was nothing else much going on, Artyria figured it wouldn't hurt. She sauntered her way over, a fresh sweet smile creased its way upon her features as she caught the elderly lady's basket from dragging on the ground again. She could feel the frailness in just the way the basket was held. The old woman soon had her face turned to the help. "May I be of assistance ma'am? I couldn't help but notice how heavy the basket was."Artyria lifted the basket a little more, watching the elder lady with a wary eye. Sometimes people didn't like help, but it looked as though she got fortunate. The elderly woman smiled broadly as the help was greatly appreciated. "Deary me, I would love to have some help, I live about 5 blocks north of here, and that would make it much easier on me. Thank you dear." Artyria walked with the elderly lady, the scents of the contents of the basket wafted through her nostrils. Fresh bread from the bakery, some fruits (which explained the weight), and a few odds and ends, possibly spices, they were aromatic and heavy. She had to keep her mouth from watering. It was torture, but perhaps it wouldn't be for nothing. They had gotten about halfway there when a familiar childhood foe decided to saunter in from the alleyway. It was the darned bulldog runt that she had fought waaaaaaay before the Demtron 5 became a part of her life. The little brute with wrinkled face had caught the scent of the food in the basket and had come to investigate. Though, he wasn't much little anymore. He had managed to put on a few pounds in muscle and grow about 2 more feet taller than last time. She gritted her teeth as they tried to continue their way past him. It was obvious that he wasn't going to let that happen. Artyria remembered how much she had embarrassed him in front of the Demtron 5 and now was an aftermath of that. Artyria looked to the old woman, passing the basket to her as she spoke. "Here, hold this and wait for me at that bench, I'm afraid I have a bit of unfinished business I need to attend to."The brute heard that last part and chuckled to himself. "Unfinished business? You got that right sweetheart. I won't forget what you did that day, ruined my chance to have a better life. But a little birdie told me that your new family got locked up, ain't that right?"Artyria grinded her teeth and kept her composure, retorting back to the idjit. "It probably wouldn't have been so embarrassing for you if you hadn't been such a weak and stupid opponent to challenge. You're the one that made yourself look like the idiot. You had your chance Brosco, give up the past, eh?" SHe gave him a coy sort of look, her tail was brisk behind her. If that was the only thing the virus affected, she would have not have beaten the brute so easily the first time. Luckily, in her younger years, her adoptive mother was a caretaker for some wolves who were part of a rehabilitation experiment to go back to the wild. And infected at such a young age helped her obtain the utmost likeliness of the creature. Brosco, the brute bulldog, apparently did not like her retort. He pounded his fist into the fleshy part of his other palm. "You're still going to pay for it wench!" He then made a run at her, his hands out front as though he were going to grab her. Artyria readied herself, readying a stance to take her foe head-on. Her weight was shifted forward, but as soon as the brute got within grabbing range, she dive off to one side, grabbing his arm she then used herself as a counter balance and slung him, causing him to go stumbling forward into the pavement. She swiped her paw-like hands. "You're still the same Bosco, predictable. Learn how to fight and then come see me. I'd prefer more of a challenge that just some dead weight!"The bulldog was left cursing and swearing under his breath as he lay there, embarrassed once again, and in front of an elderly person none-the-less. As calmly as she was before, she sauntered over to the elderly lady and hefted the basket up. Taking a glance over her shoulder to glare at the brute. Her blue eyes were piercing and fierce. She brought her face back, calm and well tempered and gave the elderly lady a new smile. "Sorry for the stop, shall we continue?"The elder woman nodded and looked back at the brute who lay on the sidewalk, pounding his fist into the pavement. She looked back at the wolf-girl and continued walking, not sure what to think of it. Perhaps it was none of her business, and she wasn't going to ask. She was grateful more for the help and the protection. They had reached the elderly woman's home. Artyria placed the basket upon the doorstep for the woman. "Here you are. Safe at last. Don't worry about Bosco, his dog-pride is a little hurt, but he won't mess with you because you were with me. If he does, just let me know okay?"
The elderly woman smiled and nodded. She had actually ran into that brute and some friends of his, so she had not been outside shopping for some time. Hence as to why her basket load was larger than normal. "Well, I'm off to try and find a temporary job. Have a good one okay?"Again the elderly lady nodded and this time waved her goodbye, thanks was etched into the fibers of her wrinkled kind face. Artyria turned and walked off back in the direction they had come from. Perhaps if she saw the old woman again, she would have to ask if she could use her as a reference. Again, back to the market. Square one..... again? Artyria shook her head. She had provided a service, and to what cause? Voluntary work she supposed. If she couldn't find work, then she was looking for another rebel group to join. Good places to run into those types were most likely the bars or the taverns. Soon enough, about midday, tired of looking for work, she sauntered into a tavern to have a seat, and a glass of water to drench her growling stomach. The keep didn't look happy to have a loiterer, but heck, she just didn't have the money. _________________________________________________________________ .... because failing to do so will haunt you forever. Quote: DEFINITIONSACTIVITY = Whats going on. SPEECH = She's talking. THOUGHTS = She's thinking. ((( OOC NOTES))) = That's me, the rper talking!
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Ishkuun the GuardianDevil
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 1:03 pm
How long had it been since she dared to step paw back into this part of the city? The air was thick in smells she had long forgotten about leaving her in a mess to try and figure each one out. Blue audits kept perked atop Saiaya Whitetail's cranium, twisting and turning with each sound that was heard all around. A long ebony tail with blue markings swayed behind her as she remained lurking in the shadows of alleys. She had refused to step foot into the streets, she didn't even know why she was back in this hell-ridden city.
Though something had driven her to come back. A longing she had since snuffed out over the years, but was now back to haunt her. She had managed to sneak out of the damnable city, lived in the furthest part where she could go unsupervised and undisturbed from the rest of the city except the other rebels that had managed to find the place. Her face lifted as her hair and a black cloth caught the wind and danced languidly in it. The fresh sent of baked goods, roasted meat, and the rest of the food smells made Saiaya's mouth grow dry in hunger. Though she'd managed off scraps back in her little 'base' as she figured it was, there was nothing like smelling fresh cooked meals in this part of the city.
A heavy sigh escaped her as she drew her arms up to cross over her chest while she crossed a foot over the opposite ankle turning her face to the exit of the alley. Jeans clung to her hips, before loosening out as they flowed down her long legs, and a simple black sports bra covered her chest. A spiked collar adorned her neck and even stranger, was the piece of metal strapped to her back with two leather straps the crisscrossed around her front. A sword, something very uncommon in this day and age, but Saiaya was an expert in handling it. She hadn't a clue about guns, but the old man that had raised her had been a craftsman. It was he whom crafted such an item for Saiaya to protect herself with.
A shifted was heard, claws scraping along the cement and instantly Saiaya tensed as a single audit flipped around to listen. Although she was blind, her other senses had grown exponentially thanks to the old fox. She wrinkled her nose as she bent her knees a bit. Just as the other person came around the corner she sprung into the air grasping hold of the buildings roof's edge and hauled herself over to where she crouched and perked her ears once more.
She stood up straight and stretched her arms high above her head hearing a few bones pop. It was time for her to step out onto the streets. Most would stare, for her left arm was something odd. Some even called it demonic. That only ended up getting to meet said arm claw to face. She sniffed indignantly before walking to the other side of the roof before simply leaping right off and landing with a hard thud back into an alley before she hesitantly stepped out. Her ears twisted almost anxiously, but when not a word or sound was made from anyone whom were walking on with their business Saiaya gave a little sigh and slowly began her way down the street.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:08 pm
Cha had just hit another dead end in the city. He realized this was his third time getting lost this week. He decided to just look around and enjoy everything that was going on. By a force of habit he looked at his watch just to realize it didnt work.
He was starting to get hungry when he saw two guards coming his way. Dont worry he thought to himself just stay calm and turn the corner as he did so he saw the guards harrass another man so he left in a hurry.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 4:36 pm
Eventually Cha stopped running and decided that he was safe. He was starting to get tired and thought that he should probaly go back to his "house" which was just an abandoned store with a secret cross space. I should really get a real house he thought as he walked down the road but then again i would barely ever be there
He came up on the store and circled a few times to make sure there wasnt any guards and was about to go in through the back door when he decided that it was a nice day to stay outside. so he sat outside the store, people not even bothering to pay attention to him.
He reached into his pocket and realized that he had an odd coin with a faded bird on it. he decided to keep it since he liked the bird. He saw a sewer hatch and decided to see if his little hang out was still down there so he got up and snuck down the hatch.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 4:03 pm
Jace Galdrin sauntered about the marketplace with an air of bored-ness. The boy almost blended in completely with the crowd, almost. His skin was a browny splotch in some areas, and all the colors of the civilians clothing in others. Of course, to really blend in the chameleon-boy would have to go starch, but he wasn't much into that on every day. He had been slumped about the rebel hideout all morning, like every morning until his brother had nagged him into getting up. He had returned after a short walk to find Jude gone and he hadn't returned hours later, which left Jace in a position with two options. Option one: find another rebel or whoever to hang around with. Option two: go do something. For Jace, option two was the backup, and backup had been needed. Not one person was 'not' busy that he knew, they all had more important things to attend to, so he took it upon himself to do something and run their errands, or to whichever more interesting a place showed up first.
The more interesting place: a tavern. He wasn't a 'drinker' per se, but he wasn't against alcohol either and he had credit today. There was no problem in rewarding all the hard work he'd done that day with a little refreshment, was there? He didn't think so, anyway.
The place was musty, sort of badly lit by old flickering bulbs hanging in places from the ceiling. Most buildings had moved on to different lighting styles, but it didn't hurt to be authentic. Jace noticed a few people inside, most looking like they grew up in the place, a few like they stopped there every once in awhile. One woman, a feline or dog meld, caught his eye. She sat alone at one of the tables to the side of the room, sipping at a glass of water.
He passed her and slid onto a barstool and picked at the wooden counter top for a minute with his fingernail before the bartender came over. 'What'd'ya need?' the deep voice of the bartender came. "Two; one for me, one for her," Jace said nodding his head back at the loiterer. He took the two glasses the man came back with and moved again, leaving a credit bar on the counter and making his way back to the woman. He liked to talk to people, if it was the one thing he didn't mind doing. She seemed like a likely enough candidate, even if she did refuse the drink.
"Why so lonely? No friends to accompany you on this hot day?" Jace said in his friendliest voice, setting the glasses down on the table and scooting into the seat opposite she. With his luck she'd be the type to smack the boy and leave in a huff, but his luck varied as chaotically as his mood did, which was more than a healthy person's should.
((That took a lot longer to get some free time for this than I thought, sorry it took so long.))
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jess inc o g n i t o Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:59 pm
OoC: Okay... so i really don't know what to post, where is everyone??
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 11:49 am
Hit me with your best shot.... __________________________________________________________________ Ice blue eyes darted upward as she was addressed. A new curiosity sparked in her. His skin was very different indeed. A soft sigh came from her as she spoke back, her tones proved that she was bored. "Nah, just got done visiting an old friend that I hadn't seen in a while." She grinned as the memory replayed of the bulldog brute going face first into the ground. But he didn't know that, unless if he was there. "So what brings you here?" She asked back, hoping his answer was a little more interesting than her own. She didn't like to talk with strangers much, but she was feeling pretty awkward without the Demtron5 around. Blasted guards were on everyone's back lately. She eyed the extra glass he brought over, wondering what sort of plans he had. Her wolf-like ears stood atop her head, perked in a curious sort of manner. It was obvious he had her attention. __________________________________________________________________ .... because failing to do so will haunt you forever. Quote: DEFINITIONSACTIVITY = Whats going on. SPEECH = She's talking. THOUGHTS = She's thinking. ((( OOC NOTES))) = That's me, the rper talking! (((OOC: Sorry that was short, I hadn't been back this way in a while! <3)))
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jess inc o g n i t o Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 4:21 pm
The dark haired boy inched the chair he'd claimed forward, closer to the table. She seemed bored somehow, the tone of her voice dragging on her tongue, scraping as it passed her lips to produce a soft lazy sound. A vague answer followed by a peculiar smile he couldn't quite decipher. "Same old, same old; just around." he replied, glancing around the room at the other occupants. He really hadn't been doing anything, there were no specifics to give to her question, nothing to disclose further. He was a lump and he knew it.
"That being said, I didn't bring these over here to tease you," he said following her eye to the glasses. He pushed one of the two forward across the slick table towards her, careful not to push it too hard so it fell off, potentially creating a bigger mess than he was aiming too. "Help yourself as long as I get a name," he smiled. It was the least he could ask for in exchange for the beverage, "I'm Jace." Now she had his first name and a drink, fair enough, right?
He paused a moment, waiting to see what she would say. Possibly she would just get up and walk away, maybe he was being a bit straightforward with such a stranger? But then, he figured in the end it wouldn't bother him one bit either way, she was just another person at the tavern, in the city, a lot would walk away. "Do you visit this friend often? Down around this area?" He may have been a lazy a**, but he still lived close to, if it wasn't considered in, the market; he hadn't ever seen her before. It wouldn't be overly difficult to recall, he thought, someone who was covered head to toe in thick brown fur.
(( &iiFaery: I don't know where the other two are, I think somewhere in the streets/market somewhere sweatdrop but Jace and Artyria are in a tavern somewhere in the market district. ))
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 12:28 pm
Hit me with your best shot.... __________________________________________________________________ Artyria eyed the glass before letting her small smile drift into a bigger one. She took the glass and placed it up to her lips. after taking a draft of the contents, she placed it back upon the surface of the table, it was still half full. "I'm Artyria Rensfold, but if you prefer, you can call my Tyria or Artyr for short. Nice to meet you Jace. Nah, lets say that firned is more of a childhood rival more than an actual friend." Her blue eyes seemed to dance over Jace's face as she committed his image to memory. Something about this particular person was certainly different. She shifted uneasily. She didn't normally take to strangers, and besides, the cool metal behind her reassured her nothing would happen. Now if only the Demtron5 hadn't gone and get themselves captured. "Did you hear about a rebel group that managed to get themselves captured? Rather rediculous I'd say. Some say the group hadn't moved their base for a month, so they were easy to track and keep an eye on." She tried to start a simple conversation, wondering where he stood on the lines of this huge mess. Was he one to obey the nightly rituals of the guards, or was he just as rebellious as she is? This was kind of her test, just curious to see how he would react. She placed her paw-like hands around the base of the half full glass, as though she seemed distracted be thought. __________________________________________________________________ .... because failing to do so will haunt you forever. Quote: DEFINITIONSACTIVITY = Whats going on. SPEECH = She's talking. THOUGHTS = She's thinking. ((( OOC NOTES))) = That's me, the rper talking!
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