Shurikai

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

@Jerkchicken
That is for me to decide, thank you.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

Mara

Marmalade stopped spinning about and looked at Elayna, her eyes full of determination. "That's right, I am entering. I'm going to prove to everyone how strong I am!" A grin formed on her face as she clenched her fists before herself. "A battle between us would be exhilarating! I look forward to the chance." She held her hand out for the dancer to shake.

It wasn't long after, Mara realized her brother was missing. She jumped down, and looked around the group. Every moment that passed, she became more and more worried.
"Kest? Kest?! Where are you, brother?"

Kest

Kest sucked in his breath sharply as Veragwen pulled up his shirt. Even if she was a guardswoman, it certainly had to be inappropriate for a woman to do such a thing! Before he could protest, she had rubbed some kind of ointment over his wound. He winced again. It had been deeper than he had let on, but her hands were gentle. Some woman had walked up to Richard and started asking if he was okay. Where were all these people coming from? Taking a look around, the area wasn't exactly romantic, but it was as personal as it was going to get tonight. Bunch of criminals, some guards, a boy, and a strange woman were all about to witness what he had hoped would be a private conversation.

"S-so.. Veragwen, I was wondering.. uhm.." Damn! Why did he have to be so bad around women?! All he wanted was to ask her out on a date. Why couldn't he just do it?!
She is right here in front of you! SAY SOMETHING!
"I w-was.. w-wondering... wondering...... "
COME ON! JUST DO IT! YOU'RE A MAN AREN'T YOU?! His mind was screaming at him to say it. What did he want to say again? Looking into her eyes, he suddenly lost all willpower. He sighed, "I was wondering if you were okay.."
Damn it...

"Come on.. we should be getting back to the festival..."

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

Cayenne

Ahhh! BREAD!
Bread was, of course, the best breakfast any soldier could ask for. At least, for the second in command of the 74th Armored Division. Cayenne munched away on his fresh baked roll. The butter had melted into it, mingling the flavors. Oh! Man did not deserve to taste such divinity! The smell alone was enough to bring great men and women to their knees. The savory scent had a small whiff of sweet; it made him drool a little bit as he breathed in. He licked his lips and gingerly took a bite of unparalleled perfection.
His bliss was short lived as his commander entered the mess hall and told him to get ready to ruff up some recruits. Cayenne hated dealing with tenderfoots; most of them didn't even know which way to point a blade. Hopefully they would get lucky this time.

Cayenne walked into his division's barracks and observed the recruits. As the youngest to achieve his rank, he was well known among many that aspired to be a soldier. He was not known for the fear he invoked, but the courage he inspired. The 74th division was considered one of the easiest to go through when someone spoke about it, but that illusion is quickly dissolved once they started their training. It was his and his captains duty to weed out the weak or those ill suited to combat. Everyone else was fair game. The second in command walked down the rows of beds. Everyone was laughing, chatting amongst themselves. Their carefree attitude reminded him of his first day; a young boy that only wore the face of an angry teen, not speaking to anyone. He smiled. Good times.

Some of them recognized Cayenne and brought themselves to attention. The others laughed at their fellows, acting so serious for another recruit.
"Line up!" The commander shouted from the entrance, causing those that had lazed about to jump to their feet. Some fell behind, earning hard stares from the others. "Since the higher ups haven't come to snag any of you yet, you are still under my command. If you do end up going to work with an advanced squad, then may the Gods have mercy on your soul..." Many of the commanders disliked people like Lyona and Cerylia, but Cayenne felt like they were only misunderstood. Such beautiful women couldn't have malice in the hearts for no reason. He had asked Lyona out twice and got knocked out cold each time. Since then, he has kept a respectful distance from her. "I expect you all know your superior, Cayenne Ro'ni. You will obey him as if you were receiving your orders directly from myself." he nodded at his second in command, having him take the lead knowing that the young man was far better with the next words than he was.

"I know many of you are looking for an easy way into the Imperial Army, thinking its all just a bunch of lazy men and women that do nothing all day." Cayenne paused, giving the recruits a moment to realize they've made a mistake. "You are wrong. The division whose barracks you now stand in is part of the Armored Division, do you know what that means? It means we are the first on the battlefield. First to strike. First to show the enemy how strong our nation is. That also means that we are the first to fall." He walked along the row of greenhorns, inspecting them. Many now held fear in their eyes, but a select few still showed determination. One or two just looked like they hated everything. The commander simply looked on, a smirk across his face. "War with Tormin is on the horizon, making death even more of a reality. We need only those that can look into themselves and find the courage to fight. This isn't a place for fanciful dreams, ideals, or the faint of heart." Cayenne walked over to the entrance to the barracks and pulled the door open, "This is the only chance you will have to walk away."

Both he and the commander had been surprised that none of the recruits had left when he opened the door. Perhaps Cayenne hadn't scared them enough. They led them outside to run some laps. Stamina was important. Plus it was a good way to get them to work as a team.
"Remember! The Armored Division is about teamwork. Stay together. Get too far ahead, you will die. Lag behind and you will be left behind. Find the pace that gives your group the best odds of survival." They were new. Cayenne knew none of them would care too much about staying together as a group. They had already broken into two distinct sets; one holding a steady speed while the other thought this was a race to see who could finish first. He had jogged behind the group, setting the initial pace, the second group kept to it. Nice and easy. After the first lap, he had broken off to the side to watch them. He made notes on who was doing what he said and who was not. He had set only five laps, an easy number for any recruit. The first group finished way before the second, causing him to scowl.
"Just what were you hoping to accomplish, recruit?" he was speaking to one of the more speedy ones.
"What do you mean? I finished the race." At his answer, Cayenne picked up and swung a heavy wooden stick at the boy's leg, causing it to buckle. Everyone took a few steps back, each extremely surprised.
"The point of the Armored Division is to stay together. We are a group, we stay as a group. I want you all to run five more laps. This will be the punishment of anyone who thinks its a good idea to run ahead." he pointed the stick at the boy who was now rolling around on the ground, holding his leg. "Don't forget your friend here."

After fifteen laps and three more bruised legs, the group finally figured out how to move as one. Satisfied, the commander allowed them to take a break. Cayenne brought them all small plates of food and cups of water. He overheard a couple recruits talking.
"Man, I thought I was lucky getting into the 74th division, but that Cayenne guy.. he is a hardass."
"I know! I can't believe he punished the ones that ran ahead of everyone. I thought the army wanted soldiers that pushed themselves."
"We should have left when we had the chance.."
"Being a single unit is more important than fighting alone." as he spoke, the recruits jumped. Some of the others turned to watch, amused that they had gotten caught talking about their second in command. "Some of the others don't put such heavy strain on working as a team, but if you fight alone.." he paused and held out his hand to one of the sitting recruits and pulled them to their feet, "who will be there to pick you up when you need someone?"

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

@Jerkchicken
Minigames of any kind you can think of.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

Mara

Thinking too much..? Was dancing really just letting go of herself? Was it just like this..? All Mara knew was fighting, was swinging her scythe like dancing? It spun her around, kind of like what Eleyna was doing to her. Now that she knew that, Mara felt the restricting pressure and nervousness fall away. She closed her eyes and imagined her weapon in her hands; not having the weight was going to throw her off, but she also would be able to go faster. Mara could see a vast battlefield before her. She rolled her head, loosening the tight muscles. Repeating the process through her body, just as she did every morning before practice.

If you looked away, you might have missed the small yet sadistic smile that crossed Marmalade's lips. Before her was not the crowd of onlookers, but a gang of enemies that she needed to defeat. Her arms went up, arced to the right to create a powerful upward slice. The rest of it came naturally as she slipped out of battle and into a calm but enthusiastic dance. Elayna had been right. She had been thinking too much about what she was required to do. Despite making a show of her combat skilled, Mara was actually having fun. This dancing business wasn't so bad after all. The crowd was equally surprised. Some tension still lingered, but most of it had melted away. Finally, they saw her as more than a fish girl. More than an abomination. As an equal.

Kest

Kest was much faster than the grunt wielding the dagger, able to parry his attacks with ease. The other one was much quicker. The punching dagger he brought with him was simple and straight; there would be no way he could attack with his weapon. He gritted his teeth as he began to tire. Why wasn't that kid he brought helping them?
An opening!
Just as he blocked the rapier with his own blade and moved to connect his fist with the attacker's stomach, some kind of sonic wave erupted from the girl they were fight for. He and his adversaries covered their ears, unable to handle it. Once it had gone, Vera saw to the rounding up of the thugs.

A new person entered the area, and after some chatter, approached him.
"Yeah, not a problem." Kest said as the noble and the girl walked back toward the event. He looked at Murasame as she passed by. She looked so.. familiar. Who was she? He paused for a moment and stared at her as she walked off. He continued to watch her as he made his way over to Veragwen.
Who was that girl?

At Veragwen's question, Kest broke his focus and looked at her. Now that the question had been asked, he felt a sharp pain on his side. Feeling around, he winced as he found the shallow cut. He hadn't even noticed the man with the dagger get to him.
"I got hit, but its just a scratch. Besides, what man could resist coming to the aid of such a beautiful woman?" He wanted to sound tough for her, but the truth was: it hurt. A lot.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

Soon as he edits his history, yes.

@Jerkchicken
Please do more in your next post so people can interact with your character. I don't want anyone getting left out.

@Zarkun
Hopefully with my next post for Marmalade, you will have something to write.

@Renny
You should be free to make another post since you ended your last one at a sort of vague time, unless you are waiting for someone. Let me know!

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

@Fabricant451
Nah, Cayenne just has a thing for hard hearted women, so I want to put him where she is. Eventually.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

I'm totally not waiting for @Fabricant451's post. >.>

I should probably write Cayenne's intro though.

[Ebonfort] The Edge of the Map

Dain sat up quickly, causing him to grit his teeth as he stretched the muscles in his back. Of course they would be sore. He knew flying all morning would be a bad idea. Still, he wouldn't have made it in time if he hadn't. That was besides the point. What had woken him up? It sounded like a cat. Did that grey tabby come to his cabin to try and get him again? It was at that moment the fairy realized he hadn't even locked the window to his room. He had been lucky that no critter had come in and attacked him. He would need to be more careful.

Looking around, Dain could see that it was still light outside, but just barely. He couldn't have slept that long, right? After such a wake up call, it would be difficult to get back to sleep. He stood, the bed was still very much made, so he decided to leave it be. Walking over to the edge of the bed, he looked at his water skin on the bedside table. He stretched his back and opened his wings. They felt heavier than he was used to; it did not feel good. He was going to have to get over it if he wanted to go meet the captain.

The fairy jumped off the bed and huffed as he flew through the pain. Dain picked up the nearly empty skin and poured the remaining contents down his throat.
"Going to need to get this refilled..." He was not sure were exactly he could do that, though. He fastened it to his belt and picked up the key to his room. He would need to find a place to put this too. Carrying it around all day wasn't going to make his life any easier. Perhaps he could stash in one of the other rooms for the time being. He had to go through the crew quarters to get to his room. That would be a good place to start. He glanced up at his trunk; would he need to prove that he was a Knight? He looked at the door. It might be suspicious for a "trader" to carry around their luggage. He decided to leave it.

He exited the room, checking for felines before stepping out. Satisfied it was clear, he locked up. It was still a little painful to fly, but not as bad as before. Still, the dull throbbing was distracting. As he entered the crew area, Dain could see a few of the members sleeping. He wished he could still do the same. Darn cats. Good thing he couldn't, though, since he had a date with the good ol' captain. Dain would need to ask him his name, can't keep calling him captain.

After some snooping around, Dain found a beam with a crack in it. Which was a miracle in itself, since it was so dark. He held up the key, squinting to try and make out the size. It was tight, but he managed to squeeze the piece of metal into the wood. He made sure he could get it out. It was up high enough that a curious onlooker would need to stand on something to get it out; he hoped no one was persistent enough to try. Still, he found his hiding place inadequate, and pulled the key out, figuring it was safer to just carry it.

Thankfully, the path to the outside of the boat was pretty straightforward. It was kind of stuffy below deck and the cool air of the ocean was very refreshing. Dain took a deep breath, letting its saltiness fill his lungs.
What a beautiful sunset.
It was almost as amazing as the ones seen from Silvermist. Hadn't been out to sea for a day and he was already wanting to go home. He chuckled quietly; if it hadn't been for his mission, he would still be home. Alone. His smile turned into a frown. Being different wasn't easy. He always did his best to try and make friends, but it never really worked out. BAH. This was his chance to make some friends! He wasn't going to let the fact he was a knight or a lonely little man get in his way!

A smile on his face, Dain glided up to the door the captain pointed toward earlier that day while dodging others. He waved to Darshane when he saw him, unsure if the burly darfellan could see him. The key he held nearly slipped out of his hands. It was turning out to be a real hassle. Less so than an actual human sized key, he expected.
He landed in front of the door and raised his hand to his face. If he knocked on such a large door, would anyone even hear it? Worth a shot. If he couldn't get the captain's attention, he would just get someone to help him. Another frown crossed his face. He really was helpless in a humans world. He knocked on the door as best he could, looking around for animals of the nightmarish variety. Darn cats.

[Ebonfort] The Edge of the Map

Dain nodded at the captain and took the key, oblivious to his suspicion; though doubt was already swimming through his mind. Was telling the captain really the best idea? After all, most people in Azure Strand dislike the Knights for all the discomfort they have caused. Not that the fairy knew anything about the situation other than the martial law they instigated. He didn't like the idea of martial law, but following the rules was something he found important. If the ones the Knights were trying to catch were causing the towns people harm, he was all for it. Something nagged at him, though, at the back of his mind...
He shook his head, that was silly. It had to be.

Dain remained atop the crates as the boat cast off. He watched as the town slowly faded out, replaced by the blue of the ocean. It was frightening, leaving land for the first time. A grimace formed on his face as any chance to change his mind slipped away. No turning back now. Still, despite the bustle of the ship, the gentle rocking was somehow calming. It wasn't unlike the sway of a tree branch in a breeze. Once the town completely disappeared, he decided to go check out his cabin. Wherever that was. The captain had no time to show a single passenger around. He was on his own! A small adventure around the ship! Since he was so small, he wouldn't get in anyones way. Probably.

Taking a look around, it seemed like there was only one way to go. Dain picked up his trunk and flew down toward the opening. All this flying was really starting to wear him out. The weight of his armor was also taking its toll on him.
"Got to find my room here soon or I'll be sleeping on the deck." he mumbled the words to himself, and continued onward. It didn't take long for the fairy to become lost. Following what seemed like eternity, he happened upon a merchant.
After asking about the cabins and many polite refusals to purchase his wares, the merchant gave Dain directions. Once he had followed them, he realized that he had passed his cabin, not once, but twice! Some Knight he was. By now, he was absolutely exhausted. After a small amount of trouble opening the lock, the fairy finally entered his room.

Dain's first thought had been to simply get into the bed and fall asleep, but his Knightly senses kicked in. First things first: he had to hide his armor and maybe get something to eat. Flying most of the day had left him famished. After a quick look around, he picked an out-of-the-way spot he hoped no one would look. There was a shelf off to the left side; it held little more than a candle and a mug someone must have forgotten when they inspected the space. He had no idea how his lockbox would move with the rocking of the boat, but it was a good temporary hiding place. He flew up to the shelf and positioned the trunk next to the candle and scooted the mug over to the other side. Hopefully no one would see it.

Once he was satisfied that he had secured his belongings, Dain took a drink out of his water skin. The cool liquid felt nice as it flowed down his now dry throat. It gave him a little extra strength and he floated down to the bowl of food on the table next to his bed. A nice tug tore a piece of bread free from the giant loaf he was given. He would not be able to eat all of this. Did the Knights really only supply him with human sized food? He figured that there must not have been any fairy bakeries in Azure Strand to send him this. Perhaps he could work something out with the captain. There was no need to be wasteful.

The captain! Dain had forgotten that he was going to meet with the man later that evening. He was the one who suggested it; how could he forget?! It was still early though.
"I should get some rest while I still can. All this flying can't be healthy." He was a fairy who enjoyed walking, only flying when he had to. The preference to walk came from how different he was to the other fairies. While they all had pretty, whimsical wings that sparkled as they flew, he had these. He flexed his wings, showing the bright red pattern on his otherwise dark colored appendages. No one ever made a fuss about it, but he always felt a little bit... alone.

Dain shook his head again, it was no time to be thinking about these things. He could ponder the strangeness of his wings another time. Why did he always get thoughtful when he was tired? He really didn't know. He yawned; this entire journey really took it out of him. He made a mental note to start flying more so it wouldn't be such a hassle. With the last of his strength, the tiny being drifted to the bed and settled down. It didn't take long for him to pass out.