@Scout Since Asta was in the Arena's and Geoffrey worked at a busy inn/tavern, would it be alright if Geoffrey recognized the name?
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I'm so lost... It's been ages since I've been on a site like this... So I like to join any kind of RP. From Fantasy to Reality... I haven't fully gone through the site but once I do I will gladly post things i'm doing or want to even start on this Bio here. Heh Bio... poison... Anywho!!! Alexander Starsion at your service.
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The rap to the temple brought Trent back with a groan and a few curse words. He rubbed the sore spot and felt more like himself. He was suppose to be helping Galahad not bringing him down to his level, but the sounds, the music out here made him feel like he was home again. Still rubbing at his temple he watched the others interact and felt a little self conscious of that. He really only knew Zimmy, Galahad and Lee. The others he had interacted with inside the classrooms, or in Setzer's and Gideon's case when the former felt like dragging him out for physical activites or a random party to get the smaller boy to be more social. He grunted as he lifted himself off the cold ground and looked a little confused when they were looking skyward.
"Zimmy... please tell me that's your fireworks..." he knew better of course. He couldn't hear the tone he always associated to her. It was odd looking up and seeing the airship in a fiery inferno of destruction. He let out a sigh whilst the other's where inspecting what best to do, Zimmy giving her report on the escape pod. Gideon and Galahad pointing out there weren't their nations ships. Trent didn't know what to really do, he did well on magic classes. Almost everything else got by with good graces and tact when answering questions. Shaking his doubts away and putting his grinning face at the others he couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't bring my phone..." He pulled at a tune in the mist and summoned ice to his hands as he walked towards the firepit and felt bad for Gideon he'd be destroying his project.
"Poor Lee," Trent called out laughing. "You should have had your fun." He stretched. Again he called to the Mist, this time to actually use it and not become it's pawn. He would PRAY no one asked about the dancing, the touching, the need to hear their notes played out. This time, he would control it. He brought his left hand down, his right hand he made in a grabbing motion at the flames of the fire. Exstinquished. The light he pulled from th e flames, letting the heat die out and called to his now teammates notes. Their clothing he weaved the light into, his hands making smaller motions as if threading a needle. He kept his eyes open and on his work. If there was other planes up there besides their own, he'd make them smaller targets. Ghostly if he needed to.
"Gideon, remind me to thank your ancestors for the ghost stories of this place. There," he nodded at his work and smiled. "Try not to ruffle your clothing too much, it's a minor spell, won't last for long but it'll give you enough light of which to see enough in front of yourself to not run into a tree." He walked towards Lee, snagged the bottle out of his hand and took a sip. He handed it back, and walked towards the Vehicle of Evil. Did he mess with this enough to get the god awful sound it made to dissipate? He knew little of the monstrosity and decided to leave it to Galahad. He laughed when Gideon mentioned the party of Lee dancing. He had heard wild tales of that party to end all parties. He had stayed in the library, camped out with a book. By the Crystal, his life was boring until now.
He turned to look through the forest towards the blaze and suddenly wondered something. Didn't the radio just mention the princess or something coming for the peace talks. He turned his attention back to the sky and decided this once, he'd lead and deal with the irrate group.
"I'd suggest getting into the vehicle now," he let the magic in their clothing go, allowing for what little he understood of Galahad's innate magic whatever theory take over. He still kept tabs on it, since if he fully turned his attention away from it, the light would wink out. His mind still raced, thinking along the lines of the books he was always reading. What if it WAS the peacetalks being stopped before they could begin? He couldn't shake the thought, he was possibly overthinking the talkshow radio DJ's words over too much. Things like that happened in books and short films, not real life, right?!
He didn't wait for a response, he got into the truck, took his seat and leaned his head back. Let them decide on what to do. When and if they needed a major magic attack done, they'd need him. For now, he felt the urge to just drink and forget their evening was interrupted by a giant ball of death.
"Zimmy... please tell me that's your fireworks..." he knew better of course. He couldn't hear the tone he always associated to her. It was odd looking up and seeing the airship in a fiery inferno of destruction. He let out a sigh whilst the other's where inspecting what best to do, Zimmy giving her report on the escape pod. Gideon and Galahad pointing out there weren't their nations ships. Trent didn't know what to really do, he did well on magic classes. Almost everything else got by with good graces and tact when answering questions. Shaking his doubts away and putting his grinning face at the others he couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't bring my phone..." He pulled at a tune in the mist and summoned ice to his hands as he walked towards the firepit and felt bad for Gideon he'd be destroying his project.
"Poor Lee," Trent called out laughing. "You should have had your fun." He stretched. Again he called to the Mist, this time to actually use it and not become it's pawn. He would PRAY no one asked about the dancing, the touching, the need to hear their notes played out. This time, he would control it. He brought his left hand down, his right hand he made in a grabbing motion at the flames of the fire. Exstinquished. The light he pulled from th e flames, letting the heat die out and called to his now teammates notes. Their clothing he weaved the light into, his hands making smaller motions as if threading a needle. He kept his eyes open and on his work. If there was other planes up there besides their own, he'd make them smaller targets. Ghostly if he needed to.
"Gideon, remind me to thank your ancestors for the ghost stories of this place. There," he nodded at his work and smiled. "Try not to ruffle your clothing too much, it's a minor spell, won't last for long but it'll give you enough light of which to see enough in front of yourself to not run into a tree." He walked towards Lee, snagged the bottle out of his hand and took a sip. He handed it back, and walked towards the Vehicle of Evil. Did he mess with this enough to get the god awful sound it made to dissipate? He knew little of the monstrosity and decided to leave it to Galahad. He laughed when Gideon mentioned the party of Lee dancing. He had heard wild tales of that party to end all parties. He had stayed in the library, camped out with a book. By the Crystal, his life was boring until now.
He turned to look through the forest towards the blaze and suddenly wondered something. Didn't the radio just mention the princess or something coming for the peace talks. He turned his attention back to the sky and decided this once, he'd lead and deal with the irrate group.
"I'd suggest getting into the vehicle now," he let the magic in their clothing go, allowing for what little he understood of Galahad's innate magic whatever theory take over. He still kept tabs on it, since if he fully turned his attention away from it, the light would wink out. His mind still raced, thinking along the lines of the books he was always reading. What if it WAS the peacetalks being stopped before they could begin? He couldn't shake the thought, he was possibly overthinking the talkshow radio DJ's words over too much. Things like that happened in books and short films, not real life, right?!
He didn't wait for a response, he got into the truck, took his seat and leaned his head back. Let them decide on what to do. When and if they needed a major magic attack done, they'd need him. For now, he felt the urge to just drink and forget their evening was interrupted by a giant ball of death.
@Mogtaki If you wanna go first, I'll work on mine to get Zander and Geoffrey to follow their respective people.
Alright. I'll get a post in today. It'll be via my phone, so I'm liable to think it's longer than it really is, but I'll get it in. Also, I'm pretty happy now, knowing that Daryll is less drunk than anyone else except Setzer and perhaps, with her absurdly powerful liver (???), Zimmy.
Unless anyone has objections, I'll move everyone into the truck and start driving.
Mind if I sneak in a post or should I just wait for you to finish?
Update
Still chipping away.
The evilness of that is very very scary... Writer's Blocks are the bane of all RPer's exsistance....
Yes yes yes, I know. I'm late. Won't apologize because it'd sound drawn out and sad. Had a shitty day at work, pulled a double and didn't feel like doing anything.
Geoffrey bit into the inside of his lip as Nymira cut off from the rest of the group and went off after whatever had gotten her attention. He followed along, thanking the people who had answered Ethan's questions, patting old lady's hands, ruffling the hair of a few kids and altogether just making it seem like they were in a rush to get their sibling back. This was a rather oddball group. He wanted to find the little girl in time before they broke the city limits.
He titled his head as Nymira cut into an alleyway, but shrugged it off for now. She was a big girl, she could handle herself better but if a group of slavers had gotten Amune, even with Wyth beside her. He ran a hand through his brown hair in frustration. He'd double back when Ethan had stopped talking to citizens.
Zander followed at a slower pace, he kept his eyes open for what was around them and watched Wyth move as well. The drugs in the beasts system breaking down was good, but that didn't help his own system from the shock of healing the moor cat. Perhaps he shjould have sent Cecil or Geoffrey to get catnip. It would have been slower in the long run, but would have been less taxing on himself. His wooden clogs clacked on the cobbled street, street vendors still peddled their items, sometimes shouting to others across the way in a friendly yet rivalry that made a few locals roll their eyes.
For such asmall town, it seemed packed full of more life than where they had just been. It felt more carefree, save for this small hiccup going on in their lives. Amune taken, and his feeling of dread deep down in his system didn't help either. Should he open his mouth, tell Ethan he had an idea on who took the brat? No, silly and in bad taste. He'd keep his mouth shut for now, and play it by ear. They hardly knew him after all. Geo wouldn't overstep his bounds either. As they come to a halt, he turned to Cecil when Ethan spoke about breaking into groups. When he opened his mouth, Geoffrey's voice cut over his own.
"Cecil, keep tabs on these three. I'm going to see if I can get to Nymira," he was already heading off back the way they had come. "Zander, if ya find Amune don't do nothing stupid right off, poeople like this leave traps for more... Cecil, don' know ya well but if it comes down to it, ya life and their life is more important than some slave trader's. Don' forget that." With that he sped off in a run, back down the street, dipping and weaving his way between the flow of the street. A few called him names, told him to slow down, but Geoffrey was already gone.
Zander huffed and shook his head, he walked the way Ethan went, patting Wyth on the head and looked at Cecil, "For a bum like him to read this situation... It's a seriously worrying thought... Come on you two, we've got a brat to save. Hopefully," his eyes pinned Cecil down for a moment. "It doesn't come to fighting. You've got enough going on in that little head of yours. Even if you won't speak plainly about it, it hasn't gone unnoticed." He shrugged and continued to walk the way Ethan went in still a lazy manner, his eyes taking in the stales around them.
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Geoffrey couldn't remember which alleyway Nymira had gone into, but he took his best guess at it. If this was his own home, for as much as he visited he didn't fully know the layout well enough, he'd have gotten onto the rooftops, and travelled that way. People would have yelled, but it would have also alerted the guards to something being amiss besides a random murder. He couldn't pick out a trail in this alleyway, so when he came to a small fork he took the left way in hopes of coming across her trail. This was getting to the point of ridiculousness. Why the Dimuran decided to go off on her own, he didn't know. Backup was on the way, it wouldn't do to have more than one of their party turn up missing at a time. Shaking his head and suddenly feeling paranoid, he stopped in his tracks, pulled out an arrow from the quiver and spun on his booted heel. Nothing was behind him. He let out a sigh of relief but kept the arrow tight in his balled fist. It wouldn't do, for someone to catch him off guard like they had Amune. Though he wasn't much of a melee fighter, he was sure an arrow in the eye would deter even the most persistent of foes.
Catching his breath, and his ears open, he could have sworn he hard footsteps back the way he had come. Letting out am aggravated sigh, he doubled back and this time took the right fork. He couldn't make anyone out in front of him, and was suddenly glad it was daylight. Doing this at night, would have made him more paranoid then not.
He titled his head as Nymira cut into an alleyway, but shrugged it off for now. She was a big girl, she could handle herself better but if a group of slavers had gotten Amune, even with Wyth beside her. He ran a hand through his brown hair in frustration. He'd double back when Ethan had stopped talking to citizens.
Zander followed at a slower pace, he kept his eyes open for what was around them and watched Wyth move as well. The drugs in the beasts system breaking down was good, but that didn't help his own system from the shock of healing the moor cat. Perhaps he shjould have sent Cecil or Geoffrey to get catnip. It would have been slower in the long run, but would have been less taxing on himself. His wooden clogs clacked on the cobbled street, street vendors still peddled their items, sometimes shouting to others across the way in a friendly yet rivalry that made a few locals roll their eyes.
For such asmall town, it seemed packed full of more life than where they had just been. It felt more carefree, save for this small hiccup going on in their lives. Amune taken, and his feeling of dread deep down in his system didn't help either. Should he open his mouth, tell Ethan he had an idea on who took the brat? No, silly and in bad taste. He'd keep his mouth shut for now, and play it by ear. They hardly knew him after all. Geo wouldn't overstep his bounds either. As they come to a halt, he turned to Cecil when Ethan spoke about breaking into groups. When he opened his mouth, Geoffrey's voice cut over his own.
"Cecil, keep tabs on these three. I'm going to see if I can get to Nymira," he was already heading off back the way they had come. "Zander, if ya find Amune don't do nothing stupid right off, poeople like this leave traps for more... Cecil, don' know ya well but if it comes down to it, ya life and their life is more important than some slave trader's. Don' forget that." With that he sped off in a run, back down the street, dipping and weaving his way between the flow of the street. A few called him names, told him to slow down, but Geoffrey was already gone.
Zander huffed and shook his head, he walked the way Ethan went, patting Wyth on the head and looked at Cecil, "For a bum like him to read this situation... It's a seriously worrying thought... Come on you two, we've got a brat to save. Hopefully," his eyes pinned Cecil down for a moment. "It doesn't come to fighting. You've got enough going on in that little head of yours. Even if you won't speak plainly about it, it hasn't gone unnoticed." He shrugged and continued to walk the way Ethan went in still a lazy manner, his eyes taking in the stales around them.
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Geoffrey couldn't remember which alleyway Nymira had gone into, but he took his best guess at it. If this was his own home, for as much as he visited he didn't fully know the layout well enough, he'd have gotten onto the rooftops, and travelled that way. People would have yelled, but it would have also alerted the guards to something being amiss besides a random murder. He couldn't pick out a trail in this alleyway, so when he came to a small fork he took the left way in hopes of coming across her trail. This was getting to the point of ridiculousness. Why the Dimuran decided to go off on her own, he didn't know. Backup was on the way, it wouldn't do to have more than one of their party turn up missing at a time. Shaking his head and suddenly feeling paranoid, he stopped in his tracks, pulled out an arrow from the quiver and spun on his booted heel. Nothing was behind him. He let out a sigh of relief but kept the arrow tight in his balled fist. It wouldn't do, for someone to catch him off guard like they had Amune. Though he wasn't much of a melee fighter, he was sure an arrow in the eye would deter even the most persistent of foes.
Catching his breath, and his ears open, he could have sworn he hard footsteps back the way he had come. Letting out am aggravated sigh, he doubled back and this time took the right fork. He couldn't make anyone out in front of him, and was suddenly glad it was daylight. Doing this at night, would have made him more paranoid then not.
Ow my wallet. It's only my first day here and I've already spent $120, and only 20 of that was on me, and half of that was on food
Jesus!!! What are you all buying for people!?
BTW I posted the rough draft not the one with the added paragraph that deals with the music and how he sees it and it's dangers... SORRY!!!!
Trent lay back peacefully on the cab, bottle in his hand with maybe two mouthfuls left in it, feeling nice and fuzzy inside. When Lee hollered at him, Trent lift his head up and grinned at Lee, "Ya snooze ya lose buddy!" He tapped the bottle against the roof and went back to laying down. His ears picked up the soft musical notes of the Mist being used and turned his head to watch in awe as Zimmy did what Zimmy did best. She floated in the sky and with each drop of her magic he heard the pitch and tone of the song the Mist sang change and become louder. As she glided across the ground it had been like the beginning of a string quartet, into the air sounded like trumpets and when she set off her magical fireworks, the Mist's music was drown out by light and fanfare. He clapped and laughed in turn as she hit the ground, knowing full well they could all take a hit like that, get back up and not have to worry about Theta getting on them for healing.
Speaking of, "OI! Theta! I'm only what an inch taller than you!" It was massively delayed and his head swam when he pointed mockingly at her in horror. "Galahad and I could possibly summon the spirits," he continued as if he hadn't missed a few minutes of time whilst he indulged himself with Gideon's alcohol. "I wouldn't want to know what would answer though... speaking of which..." He slide down the truck's windshield, off the hood and laughed like a little kid the whole way down. He grinned stupidly at Galahad, bowed mockingly to him and stepped away. Taking a deep breath of the crisp clean air, he listened intently for how you could always find the Mist. Notes to a song he didn't know the words too. Notes that he couldn't describe even when he had wanted to. Perhaps that was why he liked hearing this groups stories. Where they were from, how they became who they are, because this song felt old to him and it wasn't even near the end of it.
Stepping away slowly at first he drew his hands to the sides and let himself dance. If the other's teased him for this, he'd claim it was the alcohol, for now he danced to the music only he could hear. It didn't have steps to it, he just moved with it, weaving in and out his hands moving around him pulling at the notes to help him keep beings out with ill intention and yet still allowing his friends in and out if need be. To make sure this was better understood by his magic as he passed out wards he'd dance back into where the truck was. He brushed Gideon's shoulder and listened to his quiet note for a moment, he traced Lee's eyebrow and grinned with his eyes closed at him. He tapped Theta's temple and did a few quick steps away from her, Daryll he poked his sides trying to get a chuckle from him as he went. He passed by Setzer and didn't need to touch him to hear his note, the note he was most intrigued by resounding in his head as he moved and danced away again. Last he dipped backwards to Zimmy's still prone form and ran his forefinger up her spine laughter still in his voice.
Their tones didn't harmonize. Some of them had the same feeling to them, whilst others clashed against the general sound they emitted singularly as a person. He couldn't put his finger on any of them, but he enjoyed their sounds. He wanted this warding done, so he pushed himself towards their sounds and the sounds of the area. From the cries of the woods which to him had the sounds of a flute playing slowly, to the burnt out lodge that had a harp tune playing it's melancholic tone for anyone who would listen. He dipped, skipped, and just fell fully into his being that could hear the sounds around him. He loved it, and was terrified that he would never come back from it. Dead for having burned himself out.
He continued this for a bit, just dancing around to the music he could hear knowing Galahad was probably right behind him, making some excuse for his sudden touching of everyone. Trent had only told Galahad about how he perceived the Mist. A symphony that didn't feel complete, like pieces of it where missing in his head and it bothered him. At the Citadel he could hear the song of their Bonding Crystal so clearing it drown out almost all other noises, so he had turned to Galahad for help in getting his magic reigned in. He didn't regret calling the other Teacher when they were alone. It made things interesting and if anyone asked Trent, he would say Galahad was wasted on being a warrior.
Coming back around to where he started, he could feel the sweat covering his body and shivered even though he felt warm. He sat down by the fire and the others and lay on the ground. He was breathing heavy and trying his damnest to get the music to go back into being background noise. He'd wait here, in the grass, for Galahad to help him get it out of his head. Lee would notice too and probably drag him over to the other's as well. Unless he was already drunk and passing around bottles of booze. He stared up into the sky, silly grin on his face, listening to their sounds resonate with each other and was glad Zimmy had invited him to join their group.
Speaking of, "OI! Theta! I'm only what an inch taller than you!" It was massively delayed and his head swam when he pointed mockingly at her in horror. "Galahad and I could possibly summon the spirits," he continued as if he hadn't missed a few minutes of time whilst he indulged himself with Gideon's alcohol. "I wouldn't want to know what would answer though... speaking of which..." He slide down the truck's windshield, off the hood and laughed like a little kid the whole way down. He grinned stupidly at Galahad, bowed mockingly to him and stepped away. Taking a deep breath of the crisp clean air, he listened intently for how you could always find the Mist. Notes to a song he didn't know the words too. Notes that he couldn't describe even when he had wanted to. Perhaps that was why he liked hearing this groups stories. Where they were from, how they became who they are, because this song felt old to him and it wasn't even near the end of it.
Stepping away slowly at first he drew his hands to the sides and let himself dance. If the other's teased him for this, he'd claim it was the alcohol, for now he danced to the music only he could hear. It didn't have steps to it, he just moved with it, weaving in and out his hands moving around him pulling at the notes to help him keep beings out with ill intention and yet still allowing his friends in and out if need be. To make sure this was better understood by his magic as he passed out wards he'd dance back into where the truck was. He brushed Gideon's shoulder and listened to his quiet note for a moment, he traced Lee's eyebrow and grinned with his eyes closed at him. He tapped Theta's temple and did a few quick steps away from her, Daryll he poked his sides trying to get a chuckle from him as he went. He passed by Setzer and didn't need to touch him to hear his note, the note he was most intrigued by resounding in his head as he moved and danced away again. Last he dipped backwards to Zimmy's still prone form and ran his forefinger up her spine laughter still in his voice.
Their tones didn't harmonize. Some of them had the same feeling to them, whilst others clashed against the general sound they emitted singularly as a person. He couldn't put his finger on any of them, but he enjoyed their sounds. He wanted this warding done, so he pushed himself towards their sounds and the sounds of the area. From the cries of the woods which to him had the sounds of a flute playing slowly, to the burnt out lodge that had a harp tune playing it's melancholic tone for anyone who would listen. He dipped, skipped, and just fell fully into his being that could hear the sounds around him. He loved it, and was terrified that he would never come back from it. Dead for having burned himself out.
He continued this for a bit, just dancing around to the music he could hear knowing Galahad was probably right behind him, making some excuse for his sudden touching of everyone. Trent had only told Galahad about how he perceived the Mist. A symphony that didn't feel complete, like pieces of it where missing in his head and it bothered him. At the Citadel he could hear the song of their Bonding Crystal so clearing it drown out almost all other noises, so he had turned to Galahad for help in getting his magic reigned in. He didn't regret calling the other Teacher when they were alone. It made things interesting and if anyone asked Trent, he would say Galahad was wasted on being a warrior.
Coming back around to where he started, he could feel the sweat covering his body and shivered even though he felt warm. He sat down by the fire and the others and lay on the ground. He was breathing heavy and trying his damnest to get the music to go back into being background noise. He'd wait here, in the grass, for Galahad to help him get it out of his head. Lee would notice too and probably drag him over to the other's as well. Unless he was already drunk and passing around bottles of booze. He stared up into the sky, silly grin on his face, listening to their sounds resonate with each other and was glad Zimmy had invited him to join their group.
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