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Post by guy on Jun 16, 2008 16:34:00 GMT -5
Guy Fawkes stepped off of the ship's gang plank and stepped onto the wharf. It felt good to have solid ground beneath his feet again. He smelled th fresh, salty sea air, and wrinkled his nose as the sharp smell of rotting fish began to take over. Well, at least I don't have to worry about pirates on the land... he thought to himself as he walked along the wharf. He had been sailing with a merchant for a job, and he was now just returning from it. He would probably head to the royal city after spending a few days at Sapphire City, that is unless he found a more permanent job than being a guard for a merchant ship. He headed towards the nearest tavern and stepped inside. He let his eyes adjust to the gloomy and smoky interior and walked over to the bar where he sat down and ordered a mug of ale.
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Post by Runa on Sept 22, 2008 19:33:17 GMT -5
Ports, and taverns...not always the best mix, especially in a city full of merchents, pirates, and various other beings that show up there. Many a thing pass though those doors, and many news go though the mouths of the visitors. The word on the street, or the word from the port, they call it. That's the thing to ask for if you want the real deal around here.
But the word on the street isn't allways the news, and the prices...Sometimes, and most often it is, it's the rumors about the newcomers...or the ones that have been here quite a while, though still remain a mistery for the population. And, concidering that the population in taverns, isn't exactly of the brightest kind, most often the word is wrong...No, of course, like all things, at times it is right, and even more true, then people can imagine, but sometimes it's just off and out there.
The case that was sitting next to him, belonged exactly to that category. It was a woman, no older then 20, or at least she looked so. Her jet black hair raised up into a high ponytail, that fell to her shoulders and down her back, glistering in the dim light with the shades of blue and purple. Her two braids, one blue one purple, hanged as always from the sides of her face, casting a shadow on her cheeks.Her black clothing stood out against her absurdly pale skin. Her bright blood-red eyes half covered by her long eyelashes.
She was still, the only movement indicating that she's contious being the mere movement of her delicage fingers spinning the cup before her. Half full...Wiskey...It wasn't her first, as one might tell by the looks the bartender was throwing her. Nor was it the first time here. By the reactions of people around her, she was a regular customer.
In the taverns that chained though the whole city they said her a mercyless, bloody, assasin. No feelings, no hesitations. Just instinct to kill. They said that she was created when the Wizard took power in order to wipe his oposers. They said that she has killed masters that tried to get close to her, or try to talk to her. Some said that she murdered over 5,000 people, some said over 10,000....They said, that to look into her red eyes, ment to see death...They weren't that far off...She was an assasin..yes...a dangerous one at that...but, she did not kill that many people, only slightly over a thousand...Nor, was she created...She was made, but not created. Molded into whom she was, if you might say. But, dangerous never the least.
And by the looks of it...he was sitting less then a foot next to her....
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Post by guy on Sept 23, 2008 17:43:48 GMT -5
Guy looked over at the interesting looking woman sitting next to him. She looked like she'd seen a lot of action in her life, and he knew to be cautious in taverns especially since he was being hunted down by Waefae. He really didn't want to get into a fight at the moment, and he didn't want to say something that would probably get him killed later on, so, he just sat there drinking his ale. He began observing the patrons coming in. They seemed to have a respect for this lady, whoever she was, most likely a renowned assassin of sorts.... best to not get involved then... he thought to himself as he glanced at her again and took another sip of ale.
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Post by Runa on Sept 23, 2008 18:14:27 GMT -5
The woman was still next to him. Staying like this for quite some time, before the red of her eyes flickered to him. A flash, a moment, one might think only a trick of light, for she has not moved a mustle, continuing to look at the cup with her eyes half closed.
"Interested in what you see?" Her voice came out of no where. Harshed, low, soothing voice...yet, frost bitten, and diattached. She didn't want to be heard by others, and it showed, as her eyes flickered to him one more time, before she finally stired. She picked up her cup, taking a large sip, as she settled back down. Almost as if she were a statue. Moving only due to the trick of lights and shadows, and the skill of the creator.
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Post by guy on Sept 24, 2008 19:13:19 GMT -5
Guy glanced at the woman when she spoke. "I'm just trying to read your personality," Guy replied slightly embarrassed that he had been caught observing her. "I noticed the patrons respect you, and I'm trying to figure out why." He took a long sip from his ale.
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Post by Kalia on Sept 25, 2008 15:14:00 GMT -5
Her bright red eyes flickered to him, as the corner of her mouth twitched into something that resembled smirk. Oh, he was too funny.
"Don't bother. You won't get anywhere.'she replied simply, taking another sip. No...he was wrong...it wasn't respect that he was seeing, but hate, fear...yes, nothing more, nothing less. She knew the stories that they have made up for her, and she knew how she was called among them...it wasn't someething out of respect. Surpressed rebelion...Pathetic attempts to make them seem more bigger then they were. And as for her personality...he shouldn't even bother. No one knew how she truelly was...heck, not even her knew it...it would be a waste of time, if he was stupid enough to admit thta.
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Post by guy on Sept 26, 2008 19:59:12 GMT -5
"I'll take your advice," he replied as he took another sip of ale. He put down and pulled out a note he had found a few years ago tucked in the only book that had survived the fire that had destroyed his home. He tried not to think about it as he opened up the folded paper and saw his sister's hand writing. The paper was worn and stained with tears. He fought back tears as he looked on the long, graceful curves of his sister's hand writing, the only remaining thing he had left of her except for his memories. His hands shook as he began to read it. Dear Guido, We've always been friends. I know that when the day comes and I am no longer with you, that it will be hard for you. Please remember the good times we had, and not the end of them. I've always loved you dear brother, and I always will. Even when I'm gone, I'll always be alive in your memories. This letter is to help you move on after I'm gone. I know you will want revenge, but you must not descend to that level or you will be no better than the murderers who hunt us now. No matter what happens, no matter what you do, or where you go, you will always have a special place in my heart, and I hope that the same will hold true for me in your heart, even after death. I remain, dear Guido, your most beloved sister, Leana The letters had been written in red, and the date was two days before November 8, the day that she had died. Somehow she had known that she would die soon, and that he would struggle with it. The letter had helped a little, but it did nothing to quell his anger, hatred, and confusion towards the people who had done this to his family, how they had found his family, and why he felt like a coward when he had tried to defend them but knew that there was nothing he could have done to save them.
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Post by Runa on Sept 27, 2008 11:16:37 GMT -5
The woman said nothing, though her eyes ran over the letter, before she looked up. Glancing over at the bartender nodded a litttle. He nodded back, bringing another bottle of the whiskey she liked. As long as she didn't get drunk, the bartender couldn't care less. She was silent, didn't cause any comotion, and payed her price...alas, when she was drunk, even one word that she heard and didn't like could set her off...From his past experience it was not pleasant at all....
"Runa...are you..."He started out meakly, no he didn't even need to finish, she already knew the question.
"Yes." She replied simply, opening the bottle and pouring some of the contents into the glass. She has done this everytime that she murdered someone. She'd come here, and drown it in alcohol. Alas, she was not always able to holdherself at hand.
"She killed again..."The murmur passe though the lips of the people there, reaching Guy's ears as only a faint whisper.
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guy
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Post by guy on Sept 27, 2008 18:46:54 GMT -5
Guy heard the hushed whispers go around the room. So they feared her, he thought. She either put on a facade of being heartless and really hated having to kill people, or this had been a person she had once known, he continued to think. He found the thoughts intriguing. He knew better than to ask though. He carefully folded the letter and put it back into his breast pocket. He pulled out the book that had held the letter in it, and began to read, being careful not to damage the already fragile pages that had been burned.
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Post by Runa on Sept 29, 2008 16:14:39 GMT -5
He figured it out...in a way....marely scratched the surface...barely, but despite of that he did. It was true, she was once bright, happy...alive....but then, something changed in her life...a brutal, sudden change that broke her, and she became this. But she didn't care. Tis what she accepted herself to be now, and for ever. Once, in the rare few precious times, one may get the chance to see her...To see Runa, how she once was, but that is rare. A fleeing moment in the eternity.
She took a drink, before growling a little, as she looked up. Her red eyes flashing with anger, as she sharply churned around. Her gaze slowly going over the room, hushing everyone on the spot, making them quickly look down.
"Don't...push it..."She growled darkly, her voice grim, before she churned back. She had heard th whisperes that passed the tavern....
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Post by guy on Sept 29, 2008 19:16:07 GMT -5
Guy looked over at the lady. She was getting irritable. Best to stay out of it and keep quiet, he thought. Guy knew what it was like to want to be left alone and not want to remember what had happened. Whatever had changed her must have been big, like what had changed him into the somewhat of a recluse, even though he was more willing to trust you and become a friend. He turned another page in the book of sonnets. He took a sip of ale. A faint smile hinted at his lips as he remembered that sonnet number 18 had been his sisters favorite. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all to short a date. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed. And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed. But the eternal summer shall not fade, Nor loose possession of that fair thou owest, Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternal lines to time though grow'st. So long as men can breath, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. He hadn't even realized that he had been reading the poem out loud.
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Post by Runa on Sept 30, 2008 4:47:55 GMT -5
The whole time he was reading Runa's eyes slowly drifted to him, as she watched him read. She slowly took another sip of the whiskey, as hse listened to the sonnet. When he was done, she remained silent for a moment thinking.
"Is that Shakespeare?" She asked quietly, this time churning her head a little, as she glanced up at him. True, she still didn't look at him directly, but at least now a bit more of her face was seen as the shadows were pushed back a little by the dim light.
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Post by guy on Sept 30, 2008 18:25:25 GMT -5
Guy looked up from his book sheepishly as he realized he had been reading out loud again. "Yes..... How did you know it was Shakespeare?" he asked. Now he was really curious. Considering the bizarre circumstances he had found the book under the first time he and his sister had gone through their father's massive library, he had no idea if Shakespeare was even from Forinasi. "I used to read and recite that poem to my sister," he mumbled as he scuffed the toe of his boot along the floor. His face turned a crimson color as he pulled at the collar of his tunic.
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Post by Runa on Oct 1, 2008 4:37:49 GMT -5
Runa shrugged taking a nother sip, as her eyes moved away again. They never stayed on one person for too long, that is save the dead...but they are not exactly to personlike for that matter...
"No clue...Just knew..."She replied shrugging again. She knew many things...some were even those that she couldn't possibly recall at random, but sparked up to the occasion.
(Sweet! So I am right! *Happy face*)
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guy
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Post by guy on Oct 1, 2008 19:48:18 GMT -5
"Ah..." Guy responded. He closed the book and put it back in his cloak pocket. He swirled the last of his ale around in the mug and watched the fire light play in it's dark shadows. He finished drinking it. He signaled for another mug of ale. He accepted it from the bar tender and took a long sip from it. "So, what do you do in your spare time?" he asked.
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