Kalia
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Post by Kalia on Oct 3, 2008 23:31:45 GMT -5
Runa gave him a slightly startled look, mixed in with bewilderment...What was she doing in her spare time? Did he seriously ask that question? She glanced up at the bartender, who gave a small nodd...the guy, was probably getting a bit too drunk to ask her...or, chances were he wasn't from around here...The later of the two was more obvious...
"I don't have spare time..."Runa replied cooly, looking over at him. She killed, but htat was by request. True, she did enjoy sunsets over the sea, walks in the park, sitting on the roofs enjoying the view...but, alas, that wasn't their, or anybody's business. Sometimes, it wasn't even her own either...She had only the mission, and she stuck to it.
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guy
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Post by guy on Oct 8, 2008 5:42:04 GMT -5
'Ah..." Guy responded. He took a sip from his mug. He wished he could find one normal person who would actually be interesting to talk too.
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Post by Runa on Oct 12, 2008 13:35:29 GMT -5
The thing was that Runa was quite interesting to talk to...unfortuantely, no one ever bothered to see that, thus, over the years, she has become rather hostile, and few of words, when in truth, she could run a whole debate on any topic, from Weather to Politics to History to Crops...
"What are you doing here?" She asked quietly, glancing over at him again. Curiosity, sparked a bit in her, though nothing gave it's pathetic light away to anyone around her.
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guy
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Post by guy on Oct 15, 2008 18:56:06 GMT -5
"I just came into port from protecting a merchant ship from pirates. It's been about a year since I've been in this part of Forinasi, since I also travel with the trading caravans. Currently, I'm looking for work," he said as he sipped from his mug of ale.
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Post by Runa on Oct 18, 2008 17:12:57 GMT -5
Runa nodded slowly. It was not uncommon for people to come here with traiding ships, and then look for work, temporarely, while their ship is at port, or before they find a new ship to go back to where ever it is that they came from. He should be able to find the job in no time, concidering that the port was always busy with life.
"I see...Where is it that you came from then?"She asked quietly, taking anotehr sip as well from her cup.
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guy
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Post by guy on Oct 24, 2008 18:58:54 GMT -5
"We sailed south for several weeks, and then we came to port. From there, we traveled to Ruby Mountain, and from there, we traveled further inland. Then we retraced our steps, and sailed back to port here. It took roughly a year including the traveling of our caravan," Guy replied. "It brought us close to where I used to live, and so I visited my sister's grave site."
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Post by Runa on Oct 25, 2008 20:00:41 GMT -5
Some shadow seemed to flicker over in her eyes, as she quickly drowned it with her cup, when he mentioned a grave. Yes, she killed, she murdered...but she hated the word grave. Hated the word Dead. Hated them with pure hate. Odd, concidering her job. Yet, never the less, she was rather, parodoxical person. (If that's the right classfication) One, may even concider her a hypocrite in a way.
"Sorry, to hear that."Runa answered setting her glass down, her eyes moving to him again. "How did she die?"
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Post by guy on Oct 25, 2008 21:10:07 GMT -5
Guy looked at the woman, trying to assess just how much he could trust her and how much he should tell her. He finally decided to tell the story, but instead of saying Waefae and blood revenge or sanguine revenge, just say marauders. "My sister and I were sitting out on the porch of our house when a band of marauders came down upon us. We rushed into the house, trying to find our weapons to defend ourselves. One of them was a wizard, and I got hit by a lightning bolt and was unable to defend her. I escaped and harassed the rogues, but the burned down my house and killed my entire family. I finally came back to the charred remains of my home to find my sister Leana barely alive. I couldn't save her. She died in my arms," he fought back tears as he finished his story. "I was left to bury my aunts, uncles, sister, mother, and father, and my cousins. We all lived in the same house. It's the way of the dragon to stay with the family at all times." His voice was hoarse by this point, and he finished drinking his ale. "I found the letter tucked in the only surviving book from my father's massive library. He was a merchant and collected rare books from all over the world and from far and distant lands that I had never heard of."
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Post by Runa on Oct 27, 2008 4:41:13 GMT -5
As soon as he began to tell his story, her eyes moved away, still watching him, as always, but from the corner of her eyes. Slowly she continued to sip the whiskey, trying to reason when would be a good time to stop, in oder to remain sober...She has not yet mentioned this, nor will she ever, but, if he had not replaced the names, then this might have had a whole different outcome to it...concidering, that she was one of them. Distant, off on her own, but one of them never the less.
"I see...Sorry to hear that..." Runa nodded a little. She couldn't care less, but even she had to admit, that this would suck if you were in his place. Her voice how ever, bore no emotion. It rarely did.
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guy
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Post by guy on Oct 27, 2008 20:34:54 GMT -5
Guy could feel the change in her mood just by the slight shift of her eyes. Something he had said must have gone against the grain, and he began to wonder if he should have not said anything at all involving that day. "Well, don't be. It's not like it was your fault," he mumbled.
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Post by Runa on Oct 28, 2008 18:44:44 GMT -5
She smirked a little, finishing her cup. "I never said I was sorry. Just said that I was sorry to hear that."She said, explaining herself a little. Never before in her life being used to it. Usially, people understood exactly what she said from the moment she said it...then again, he was an outsider so it was alowed...to a sertain extent that is.
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Post by guy on Oct 28, 2008 20:05:07 GMT -5
"My mistake..." he mumbled as he once more turned red, embarrassed that he had misunderstood her meaning. "But saying your sorry for having to hear a sad story doesn't seem to make sense to me...." he replied, trying to salvage some of his dignity, but most likely just making the situation worse.
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Runa
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Post by Runa on Oct 29, 2008 17:39:07 GMT -5
She sighed, pausing for a moment, as she thought this over. She was having difficulties expainig herself....
"Ok...Let's put it this way. I'm not sorry that you lost your family. Many people did, and feeling sorry for them won't do a thing. It won't bring hte family back, nor would it punish those who did it. Thus, there's no point in petty emotions. How ever, I was sorry to hear that. In other words, offering some sympathy." Runa explained in a cool monotone. Her voice bearly changed though out the whole conversation up to this point.
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Post by guy on Oct 29, 2008 19:36:12 GMT -5
Now he was really embarrassed. "Sorry for the confusion," he mumbled as he looked down at his hands. "So, do you know where one can get a job around here?" he asked, a feeble attempt at changing the subject before it got any worse.
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Post by Runa on Oct 30, 2008 16:29:12 GMT -5
Runa smriked. She could feel the tention and the emberesment that washed over him...Though, on the other hand, she could openly read his emotions, just as if he were a mare book. His emotions were open on his face, and his eyes did little to conceal his thoughts. Or, maybe, it was because she saw those expressions, and emotions, one too many times, when she have spoken to, or seen relatives, or loved ones of those she murdered.
"Maybe....it depends on what kind of job you want." She answered calmly, as she finally churned her head fully to him. Her eyes seemed to flash wildly for a moment, before the fire quickly died down, drowning in their depth. The small blue and purple braids standing brightly against the pale white of her skin. Her big red eyes as captivating, just as they are dangerous. Whispers spread like a wildfire though the tavern. She's gonna kill him.
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