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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 6, 2005 14:42:01 GMT -5
Reaching the gates of th city, Bakura pulled his coat around the Millennium Ring before anyone could see it and decide to try and jump him for it. He gave the guards a cautious glare as they let him through the gates. He trusted no one, not even himself at times. Trust was for the weak, he all ways liked to say. In this age, trust seemed to enjoy stabbing people in the back...
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Post by ShadowDragon on Dec 6, 2005 19:48:25 GMT -5
*Is thinking about joining, but is trying to figure out as whom to join...*
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Post by Hiei Jaganshi on Dec 7, 2005 14:15:45 GMT -5
((I talked with Sesshoumaru, and have decided to join as a made up female tai youkai. I will post here in the RP before posting her profile, if only because I still have to decide on a)her name, and b)how to describe her thoroughly. If anyone has any suggestions for her name, feel free to tell me, okay?))
Slightly scornful golden eyes stared at the reflection in the ice mirror. The female demon sighed, raising fingers tipped with razor-sharp claws to gently trace an old scar. The scar began next to her nose and trailed down to her jawbone, marring her once-flawless face. There was another scar, on her right cheek, that began next to her pointed ear and followed the line of her cheekbone down to her jaw. Her fluffy black mane, draped over both her shoulders, rippled as she shook herself. She snarled, and her hand flashed out, shattering the mirror. She never flinched, not even when an ice shard came perilously close to her eye. She stalked over to the middle of the room with a slight limp in her right leg. The scar causing the limp was hidden beneath her black hakama. Her left arm was scarred so badly that she was lucky to be able to use that arm at all. Another scar on her back was hidden beneath her dark purple armor. Her eyes began to glow red as her face stretched out into a muzzle. “I am sick and tired of this place. I will not remain where I do not belong,” she growled as she reverted to her true form, a giant black dog about half as big as Sesshoumaru. The ice house shattered around her body as she bounded away, fleeing the City of Ice. As she ran, she finally allowed a few tears to fall as she thought, 'Not only have these scars robbed me of much of my beauty, but I guess I am the last surviving inu taiyoukai.'
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Post by Pyris on Dec 7, 2005 21:43:27 GMT -5
Pyris raised an eyebrow at the newcommer.(sp?) "Well, what did you say your name was again? I'm more than willing to pay you what I have." She followed him calmly, sheathing her sword completely. Her chain whipped at her thigh as she walked cautiously behind him.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Dec 7, 2005 21:54:34 GMT -5
"I didn't. My name was Sesshoumaru."
He was glad to hear he would recieve pay for this, since it had been a while since his last meal. Game had become scarce in the forest.
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Post by ShadowDragon on Dec 8, 2005 16:50:47 GMT -5
"Aren't you cold??"
"No, not particularly." A lone figure sat by the entrance to a cave, watching the blizzard outside. If this continues on much longer, we will not make the deadline.
"You sure?? it's pretty cold outsi-"
"I am well aware of the temperature."
"Alright, alright...sheesh, sorry. Y'know, people aren't going to like you too much if you don't change your attitude, Kratos..."
The figure turned his head and said over his shoulder, "I do not need to be well-liked, only well-paid. And I am not cold."
"Suit yourself." A second figure huddled closer to the blazing fire, wrapped tightly in many layers of clothing, a fur coat, two scarves, thick mittens and boots, and a heavy wollen hat. Only his eyes were exposed to the biting cold. Those eyes were currently staring at the figure sitting away from the fire, who had his back to him. What is with him? he thought. That Kratos...almost as cold as the weather outside...But, still, I guess I can't complain; he's saved my life at least a dozen times, or more...
"Are you hungry, Tristan?" Kratos suddenly asked, interrupting the man's thoughts. Tristan looked down a bit, thinking.
"No, not really..."
Good, Kratos thought. We're out of food anyway...
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Post by ShadowDragon on Dec 8, 2005 17:11:29 GMT -5
Kratos and Tristan had been travelling together for nearly a week now. Tristan had been looking for someone to protect him as he crossed the perilous snowy plains between the small village he had been visiting, and the city he lived in. Just in time, Kratos had come to the village, and Tristan had sought him out and asked Kratos to protect him. After settling out the fiscal details, Kratos had agreed to travel with him. Tristan only had one condition: He had to get back before his wife's birthday, which, at the time, had been eight days away.
It was now just three days before the deadline, and Kratos knew he absolutely had to get to this man to the city--for is he didn't, Tristan would dock his pay by half. He thought about this as he willed the storm to pass. Half...harsh terms, but I was in no position to bargain...And, indeed, it had been quite a while since his last job--nearly three weeks. And his last job had not payed enough to sustain him for that amount of time. Kratos had gone for nearly four days without eating before he'd met Tristan.
Thankfully, though, Tristan had been willing to give him money before the trip to stock up on provisions, and Kratos had gotten as much food as he could carry--which was quite a lot, considering the special bag Kratos carried with him.
As a travelling mercenary, it was required of Kratos to travel light. This would have presented a problem to him, as it often took several days to cross the land between cities, and Kratos could not carry that much food with him, but, because of the sack that now lay next to Tristan, near the fire, Kratos could carry a very large amount of items with little trouble.
This was because of the nature of the bag. it was enchanted to shrink any item placed within it to one-twentieth of its original size and weight, yet still be easily retrieved. One merely had to think about the item one wanted, and the bag would bring it up, to be taken out and restored to its original size and weight. Apart from his sword, Kratos considered this to be his most crucial item to survive. Indeed, his bag and sword were the only things he owned, anyway.
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Post by kai on Dec 8, 2005 20:30:05 GMT -5
Unfolding his arms, Kai had grown used to the cold. Shivering one last time, he came to a stop beside a cart of bread, the owner sat behind it on a stool, hunched over trying to warm himself. Kai looked up at Eyrie, who sighed.
She took off from his shoulder, and fly up, then down, going for a dive at the owner, who looked up, yelped and scurried backwards, falling off his stool. Kai grabbed two loafs of bread and darted down the street, turning at the allway, and disappearing from sight.
Eyrie pulled up, and flew over the man, then went farther up and over the building rooftops, before ducking down into the narrow allyway and landing beside Kai.
The two had not eaten for a course of 3 and a half days, usually going for much longer, between a period of 4 to 7 days. The cold didn't help much, just made it worse.
Sitting down against the wall, Eyrie beside him, Kai tore one of the loafs in half, handing one half to Eyrie, who took it in her talon and balanced on one foot while eating with her beak. Kai tucked one of the loafs away, and began to eat his half as well.
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Post by Pyris on Dec 8, 2005 23:06:10 GMT -5
Pyris smiled a girlish smile. She hadn't been able to do what she alone had wanted in such a long time. "Well, nice to meet you Sesshomaru. I'm Pyris. Did I already say that? You'll have to exscuse me, I don't remember much. If I forget something I should remember, remind me. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to go to a hotel or something, to get something to eat. I'm kind of hungry. You? Room and board is on me as long as we travel together." She said this with a faint smile. The conversations she held with others always seemed shallow and empty. As if they didn't really exist.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2005 23:36:29 GMT -5
A few moments later, Bakura haulted at the bread cart, quietly examining the wares. Ignoring the stares and whispers of a few people who recognized him, he purchassed a loaf and began to walk away. He felt someone lay a hand on his shoulder and he stiffened before turning to face the stranger. The man was rough looking and his face held a natural scowl. "Why didn't you just steal the bread, thief?" the man asked, pretending politeness. Bakura smirked in response. "I only steal when I get paid for it," he replied calmly. "Not what I heard," the man insisted. "Heard you've got the stickiest fingers in these parts." Bakura's eyes flashed and he turned away. "My occupation doesn't concern you," he assured the man before continuing on his way.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Dec 9, 2005 10:09:15 GMT -5
Sesshoumaru's eyebrows raised slightly.
*This Pyris girl is slightly annoying, but I suppose if she is my meal ticket, then she is better than nothing.*
"You certainly talk a great deal, do you not?" he said to her boredly.
There again, that reminded him of his dearly departed ward, Rin. She had been the only human he could tolerate, and it seemed that Pyris was going to be the only hanyou he could tolerate, almost in Rin's memory one could say...
Sesshoumaru sighed. There was a first time for everything, he supposed.
Taking a look around, Sesshoumaru looked for a good inn. He soon located one that he remembered had an okay reputation, though he wasn't sure how they would react to his demonhood. Never was he certain on how he would be treated. But one thing was for certain; he would not tolerate any sort of disrespect. His way of life and his past actions would not allow it.
Not to mention that he didn't have any sort of affinity with dragons. It was a dragon that killed his father ultimately, and he held no pity for the creatures. That's why he chose to live such a lonely life.
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Post by Pyris on Dec 9, 2005 10:16:03 GMT -5
Pyris smiled a vague smile and followed Sesshoumaru to an inn. She stepped into the doors and looked about her with slight awe. <I've never been in such a large building before. > She looked at her quiet companion momentarily. "Are all the buildings this big?" She ran her fingers along a nearby bookshelf, slowly reading random titles along the dusty spines.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Dec 9, 2005 10:46:33 GMT -5
Sesshoumaru shrugged slightly.
"That is all in the eye of the beholder," he replied. What he really meant was that he had seen bigger buildings in his day.
(So who's gonna be the innkeeper person? You or me?)
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Post by Pyris on Dec 9, 2005 10:55:22 GMT -5
( I can....)
The innkeeper peered over his counter at the pair as they entered the room. "Don't touch those, girl." He settled slightly, still standing. "Welcome to the Nightchester Inn...How many will be staying, and for how long?" He took out his scroll and pen. "I'll need your names, and your signatures here." He ex-ed the paper with stressful marks upon the parchment and passed it towards Sesshoumaru.
Pyris jerked her hand of the bookcase and stepped up beside Sesshoumaru. She nodded to the innkeeper and took the pen from his leathery hands. "Two. We will require dinner and breakfast. We are only going to stay for one night." The childish vision of her face had vanished, all that remained was a somber expression. The chain on her side lapped at her leg as she moved her body with the scratching of the pen. She handed the partchment to Sesshoumaru calmly.
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Post by ShadowDragon on Dec 9, 2005 12:27:25 GMT -5
"Do not touch that!" Kratos yelled, turning, and catching Tristan pawing at his bag.
Tristan started. "I....s-sorry," he said quickly withdrawing his hand. "What dd you...keep in there, anyway? Besides food, I mean..."
"That is none of your concern, Tristan..." Kratos turned back to the blizzard outside. "It is beginning to die down a bit out there. We should be going soon..."
"Go out there?? But-"
"Do you want to get home in time??"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Then do not complain. Let's go."
"Now?!?" Tristan stared at Kratos.
"Yes." Kratos stood, walked further into the cave, and kicked snow over the fire, putting it out. "Now." He picked up his bag, and returned to the entrance of the cave, looking back at Tristan, who hadn't moved.
Tristan was staring back at Kratos with a forlorn and bewildered look. "That...That was the fire! It's still snowing out! We can't leave!"
"If we do not arrive in you city within three days, we will miss your deadline." And I will lose half my pay, he reminded himself silently. "Come. We have to get going." Kratos disappeared into the whirling snow.
"H-hey, Kratos! Wait up!" Tristan hurried after him, casting one final look of longing at the still-smoking remnants of the fire.
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