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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 1:18 pm
Gil'ead is a city in Alagaësia where roughly a quarter of the Empire's army is barracked.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 5:00 pm
((Just to clarify what this post is about to anyone who's completely confused, this is the starting post for a complex plot I'm formulating regarding my characters and the recently-disappeared Asuka. He'll be making an appearance in this post, as well as my other character, and, with the help of a friend, things'll get rather... heated up. Others are welcome (like Saira and Amarylla, for example, as they've known Asuka for a while and are probably looking for him, I'm guessing?), but I'll warn you: Things'll get crazy. Simplicity is out of the question, I think. Welp, here goes. xd ))
In the darkness of midnight, hidden in the cloak of shadows, a single figure darted through the area, nimbly dashing through empty streets and past closed stores. Warily, a set of silvery eyes glanced over the area before fixing upon a deserted alleyway; a rather familiar alleyway in particular.
Oh, but of course. She had used this particular alleyway before many times in the past. For her own dark reasons. Specifically the reason that she needed to hide from people after stealing their goods nearly every other second. And that wasn't exaggeration talking; that was truth speaking.
But I digress.
The slender, feminine figure darted into the alleyway just then, a form slung over her shoulder with careless grace. In seconds she arrived inside a run-down warehouse with rotting goods: it was just a long-abandoned area a particularly rich merchant had stored his goods. Now it was her home and soon-to-be her current captive's prison.
Flinging the masculine form down from her abused shoulder, Cynn narrowed her eyes, glancing over the abandoned building with natural caution before allowing her gaze to drift back to the form.
Greeting her gaze, a halo of vaguely wavy black hair entered her line of sight, slightly unruly from long days of being uncared for. Following that: a slim, unnaturally thin face, pale and faintly unhealthy-looking. Cynn's eyes continued tracing the boy's form, studying him with harshly indifferent scrutiny. He was rather small, looking probably around fourteen, and apparently aslees, as his eyes were closed and he was breathing slightly, if not barely.
Though, to be more specific... he was in a coma.
A smirk abruptly appeared upon Cynn's face.
"He's stronger than he looks, but still too weak. Rather pathetic for a dragonrider."
The words came to her without hesitation. Oh yes. She remembered every split-second of what had occurred several days, perhaps even weeks, ago.
Abandoned by her companion, Minroa, Cynn had wandered toward the mountains, seeking to do something useful. Slaying random poor animals and hunting down every humanoid creature in sight had appealed immensely to her at the time. But then she had seen a boy, specifically a dragonrider, alone with his dragon. And she had found the perfect oppurtunity to pounce.
Her long-time friend, Amaya, had joined her long before she had gone to the mountains. And so, together, the two had ambushed the solitary boy and dragon, crushing them in a grotesque mix of inhuman Shade-Elf strength and power.
The boy had fought for his life, Cynn recalled. Same with the dragon, who sought continuously to defend the boy. But in the end, discouraged by Cynn and Amaya's destructive slashes and blows, both dragon and boy had succumbed to unconsciousness, both blanketed from head to toe in blood. Blood, blood, blood. Metallic and coppery blood. And not only had they been covered in blood, they were covered in bruises. And slashes. Slices. Cuts. Lacerations. You name it.
Or, to be specific, crippling hits.
From the second she had seen the boy falter and fall to his knees, gracelessly falling to the ground, she had known instantly: he was in a coma. Too much blood-loss. Too much damage. Too much pain. His body had gone on auto-pilot; his brain had screamed for it to shut down and recover, somehow; his eyelids had slid closed in a flurry of fluttering eyelashes.
Too bad, so sad.
Poor boy. Heh.
Cynn tugged herself out of the remembrance, eyes glimmering with sinisterly cruel amusement, and let her gaze wander back to the boy, who laid on the cold ground, unaware of everything around him. With a surge of magic and a snap of her fingers, she manipulated the wind around her to tug over several chains from a rotting wooden box and bind the boy's limbs to a rack hidden in the corner. And then Cynn relaxed, reclining lazily onto a chair she had stolen quite some time ago. Then again, the entire place had some furniture, at least. She had lived here for a while, after all. Before she had become a soldier, she had resided her. And then after becoming promoted from that, she had lost her room in the barracks. But who cared? Cynn certainly didn't. Though the commanders had allowed her access to rooms with greater comfort, she didn't bother taking the rooms. She liked the sense of nostalgia and familiarity she gained from resting in this run-down place.
And nostalgia and familiarity were nice. To her, at least.
'I almost feel sorry for that boy. But I shall allow Amaya some time to get here. We did agree to rendezvous here from those mountains. Those pathetic Urgals that had separated us... I should annihilate them next time.'
Drumming her fingers idly across her lap, yawning languidly, Cynn let her eyes fall half-lidded as she watched the boy. Amaya had the dragon with her, so now, it was time to wait.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 5:48 am
OOC -- just reading...xD
Wait ...what if Amarylla got a premonition of where Asuka was?!?! (she's gotten premonitions before, before the RP closed downb and then was rebuilt xD And I base the 'current' Amarylla after the 'old' Amarylla, like the mysterious disappearance of Ilik.... Still trying to figure out a good excuse for that one xD. Anyhow, YAY for your post!! Poooooooooor Asuka!!! And Azura~
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 12:08 pm
((Sure, that works. Amarylla could have premonitions about Asuka's location xd . However, we can't have her premonitions going into exact specifics as to where he is, though they can give her glimpses of his whereabouts. Amarylla can see where he is, but we could have it that she has no idea where he exactly is until Azura comes into the picture. Bwahaha.
This is so coincidental... it's like how Eragon attempts to rescue Arya in the book. Thing is, the roles are flipped; the girls save the guy. Tee-hee.
Welp, I just need to wait for Inosento to post. Lalalalala~))
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 2:54 pm
 [[Gah... writer's block is so evil sometimes >.> But the premonition thing sounds like fun. Asuka shall be saved! -cough-soon-cough-]]
Centuries old, and yet still with the appearance a young, albeit especially attractive, lady. Many said it was impossible to cheat time, but this one found it such an easy thing to do. She was easily over six hundred years without effort.
Though if you said that to her face, she'd probably maul you.
Amber orbs glittered both notoriously and viciously as they glanced upon the dark and empty streets—their fine gleams putting even the most well-polished of gems to shame—in a lazy attempt at analyzing whether or not there was potential danger on the street. Easily she used her dark magic to knock a group of drunken men out—they had been spying upon her with a familiar mischievious glint—and laughed, the sound sending tinkles of bell-like chuckles floating through the air like a choir of angels all on its own. Pathetic. Truly pathetic. Idiots~
Her melodic voice sounded unabashedly as she hummed aloud with graceful abandon, clutching a lumpy sack with a single hand—she wasn't even sweating at all despite how heavy it appeared. Glancing at the sack, she flicked it playfully with her free hand, despite the corrupt smile twisting at her plump, rosy lips, scoffing. "Notachance~ you never had a chance from the very start, didja? Poor little guy... oops, I'm sorry, girl, I mean."
Amaya's tone was carelessly derisive and painfully condescending; her vanity made her easily egocentric and self-centered. Her beauty and talent had effortlessly caused her ego to swell to the size of the moon—scratch that, to the size of Jupiter, should the planet have existed in this reality—and she certainly wasn't afraid of flaunting it. Actually, she couldn't have cared less if others knew she had a particularly gargantuan ego. Or if they knew she was beautiful. Hell, she knew she was beautiful. And she basked in the stares and admiration and lust that swirled her way. It was just who she was:
A being of corruption and vanity.
Oh; and beauty, don't forget that.
With a toss of her slender, heart-shaped head, Amaya continued stepping through the streets in a promenade of softly-clicking boots, dancing to a beat of her own—a beat only she could hear. She always marched to the beat of her own drummer, danced to a song of her own, walked to a beat of her own. In other words—she did things her way. It was always her way or the highway.
That was rule number one of The Guide to Understanding Amaya.
Not that any of her friends from the past—particularly Cynn—had ever bothered to find or read such a book. But that was what she liked about that particular half-breed; she read Amaya like an open book without even trying, what with her painfully calculating and indifferently intelligent eyes. Needless to say, Amaya was jealous of that single, powerful ability of reading others' emotions. And that was saying something.
Because she was never jealous.
She was the one with the beauty, the looks, the charm, the talent—everything anyone could have possibly ever wanted. And Cynn was the only one she envied. Needless—again—to say, their friendship was a very odd one. It certainly won the cake in even the circle of weirdest friendships to compete with.
A twisted smile quirking at her lips, Amaya shook her head out of her thoughts, slipping into an alleyway. As she continued on through the overpowering darkness, her keen eyes caught sight of a door that was practically invisible—that was how well it blended in with the wall—and she stepped closer. In a single swift motion, Amaya flung the door open, marched inside, and shut it behind her in one smooth action. Facilely, her amber eyes caught sight of the familiar Cynn lounging in a chair nearby, as well as a boy chained against a rack. Cocking a quizzical eyebrow, Amaya stepped over to Cynn and dropped the sack at her feet. It didn't move.
"Urgals... annoying little pests, ne, Sinny? And I'd have thought that you said you had everythin' under total control. You lier."
With a snort, Amaya kicked the sack—which contained a certain blue dragon unconscious in its depths—and curiously let her gaze wander back to the boy in the corner. He looked like a child; weak, vulnerable, vaguely terrified. His body language screamed it out shrilly. But even so, Amaya felt not a single morsel of pity. Not a single shred of remorse. She was like that.
"So, what're we gonna do with the kid, Sinny? Hand him over to the king? Torture him some more? Exploit his abilities? Or better yet, gain his trust and turn him into our own, private killing machine? Sounds nice, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 3:42 pm
OOC --
Sorry if I post OOC here often...xD Just surveying the RP LOL... By the way, you're such a GREAT RPER, InosentoSORROW! And I call you something else besides InosentoSORROW...?
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 4:24 pm
[[It's fine XD. I can see why you'd want to stick around... but mainly, the point in this is to show what happens with Asuka and Azura in the latest plot mangling Syn and I are doing. So, of course, we'd love it if you, AvaJay, and anyone else involved in this plot stuck around to read this ^^
And thank you very much ^^ I appreciate the compliment, though my RP skills still need a lot of improvement, in my opinion XD. And you could call me Inosento or Mayu, if you want. But I'd prefer Mayu. XD]]
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 5:45 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:20 pm
Another yawn.
The boredom.
Itching for some kind of entertainment, though neglecting to allow the desire to show at all, Cynn watched over the boy carefully, as though checking to see that he was still there. There was no doubt that, eventually, his companions (Or former companions, at least, Cynn mused wryly) would probably come back for him sooner or later. The problem for them was whether or not they knew his location, however. Interesting. How in the Empire would they find out the boy's location again? Scrying? Simply searching? Using some kind of forbidden magic to reveal where he presently rested within?
Who knew.
"It's disgusting how this boy actually is similar to me," she mused aloud this time, tapping her chin. "We were both abandoned by our companions. The irony."
The intelligent half-elf irately blew a lock of dark hair out of her face, letting her silvery eyes drift to the entrance of the forsaken warehouse. Looks like Amaya is here.
Her thoughts were proven correct when the form of a slender, foxy woman appeared in the threshold, as she had opened the doors, and stepped inside, with that familiar twisted smirk quirking at her lips. Cynn shook her head, heaving a sigh at the other female's obviously sinister aura. (Did she even bother to conceal her presence? She lacks serious stealth and tact...) Her eyes watched, slightly curious, as the lady stepped over and dropped a sack at her feet.
Standing to her own feet, Cynn unclipped the sword resting firmly against her back, swinging it easily through the air for a practice slice, and flipped it toward the sack, jabbing it uncaringly with the sharp tip. Though the sack responded with a semi-choked squeak of indignance, it soon stilled, the blue dragon within lost in unconsciousness. Cynn vaguely wondered if she could just suffocate the annoying creature by tightening the sack to a point of which air could not enter the rough folds at all.
Cynn twitched as she was addressed by Amaya with a nickname that only all too familiar. "Shut up, will you? I told you a million times, Amaya." She stressed the name, spitting out her words as though they were venom. "Do not call me by that name."
Smothering her irritation and focusing on the half-Shade's next few words, Cynn semi-listened, only slightly interested. "So what if I lied? You do it tenfold." She stretched, lazily, with her usual feline grace. And then she did a double-take, blinking at Amaya, caught off guard.
"How in the world would we gain his trust? Surely he'd remember us from that fight..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 5:04 am
OOC --
Oh, by the way, you should read up what's going on in Farthen Dur.
smile
And, I have a 'bad' character too, in Uru'baen at the moment. Right now, Galbatorix is being attacked, but once everything is cleared up, I am sure Clarisse could come and help out Amaya and Cynn. twisted She hates Amarylla, Asuka, Saira, and Kirana...actually, not so much of Kirana....xD
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 7:49 am
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oo can i join?! I just made an evil girl, Janel smile I may not be on like lots but i can occasionally post as like a side charrie
k?
she can stand guard, etc. & if i don't post for 2 days or more u can godmod her a bit
i mean, otulissa can godmod her; she's like ALWAYS ON 0_0 lolz
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:37 am
OOC --
Oh, I will go check out your new character! ^_^
LOL... yeah..I am not always on...
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 4:00 pm
(('Gotcha. I'll be reading 3nodding
And the idea of more evil people joining in with the fun is a good idea, bwahaha. Sure, go ahead; after all the crazy action's over, you guys can get your characters to join in, if you want biggrin
This is coming along pretty well heart .
*pokes Sorrow and waits for next post*))
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 5:22 pm
OOC -- LOL, okay!! smile Maybe I could 'sneak out' of the predicament... LOL...Hey, could you make a post in Uru'baen when a guard or somebody tells Clarisse to get to Gilead to help out?
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 4:32 pm
Janel stood in the darkness near Cynn. The mercenary-girl was somewhat loyal to Galbatorix, but was only doing this for money.
((yay4$$$$$$$$))
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