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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 26, 2019 13:31:46 GMT -5
(Cool!
Thayer Mac Giolla Bháin Thayer, the older of the two twins, has her father's looks and her mother's spirit. Long brown hair flows down her back, stopping at her hips and she usually kept two small braids in her hair. Unless she and her sister were ever trying to trade places. Sharp features and high cheek bones made up her heart-shaped face, giving her a more delicate look than how she really was. Hooded amber eyes shine with mischief from under long lashes. Standing around 5'6", most people would mistake her for a noble's daughter. In a way, they would be right. Her frame wasn't slender and graceful that radiated self-importance, but held a pleasant fullness that would come from having money for meals on a regular basis. While average with sword play, the 20 year old woman cares more for the art of magic. It's the powers of the unknown that hold her fascination, that draw her into the realm that scares many. If you are looking for a reliable person to help aid in times of trouble, Thayer is not the one to go for. Sure, if there's a good reason for the woman to help, then she will make an effort to right whatever has been wrong. Money is usually a good motivation. Most of the time, her means of helping tend to create more problems than they do to in solving them. Sure, she might save a couple of people from a collapsing building, but in doing so, she might risk the destruction of someone else's property in the process. She lives by the reasoning that the first option is always the best option, never thinking about the consequences that would follow until after they have happened. There had only been a few times where the woman had truly regretted her actions, and made attempts to make amends. However, even those occurrences have yet to bring any sense of caution to her ways.
Let me know if there's anything I need to edit on her.)
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Feb 26, 2019 17:46:02 GMT -5
Esra or more commonly known as 'Ez' is a thin young man with a tall stature. He has medium length naturally bright blond hair, but it is usually brown and covered in mud because well, Ez is usually covered in mud. Born and raised in the slums of Rouen, Esra has taken up pick pocketing and looting to survive the unforgiving city. However not everything is about him and he knows that, in fact he has taken up residence in an abandoned church on the outskirts of town where he lives and provides for several other orphans. His bubbly blue eyes are dull and lack much emotion except for pain, worry, and anger. He wasn't always like this, in fact he and his best friend Tahmus who was a brother to him, often used to go gallivanting in the streets as a pair. The two were inseparable, they ate together, slept together, and even stole together. That was up until six years ago, when the two boys had just turned fourteen, they didn't know their real ages and made up their own birthday, and Tahm passed away unexpectedly. And what I mean when I say 'passed away unexpectedly' I mean he was brutally murdered... on accident... maybe. To be honest Ez didn't know why the girl murdered his brother or even if she had meant to, but all he could remember was her face. The look of apathy in her hooded amber eyes filled Ez with rage. He wanted to chase after the girl who killed his best friend but how could he leave Tahm, bloodied in the streets?
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 26, 2019 20:54:20 GMT -5
(Okay. I apologize if my post isn't the best. I promise, it'll get somewhat better as we go along. Hopefully. If you don't want the font/color in my posts, just tell me. I like to make each response different so people can tell which part of my response is for them and what's for someone else.)
It had been four long years since the last time she walked through the streets of Rouen. A decent sized city maybe five days ride from the capital, most of its visitors are people moving inward from the coast, looking for rest, goods, or a place to lie low. While it wasn't the largest city on the map, the city was still divided into two parts: the section where the high and mighty paraded around in fancy silks, and the slums. It was easy to tell which area you were in by the condition of the buildings and the company that walked beside you. Most folks didn't have any business in the slums, but the brown haired woman in her forest green cloak was heading straight for it. See, what most folks didn't know was that prices were better in the slums. People were desperate for anything, and would usually sell supplies and food at cheaper prices than they should. Hunger and threat of loosing their home to debt collectors usually did that to people.
Thayer casts her sights around the different store fronts, trying to remember where the book store she dealt in last time was. She was fairly certain she had taken the right direction. Over the bridge that ran through the swift running brook that cut through the southern corner, isolating it from the rest of the city, and second turn on the right. Yet so far, her searching had only brought up futile results. Perhaps she should ask for directions? Then again, how hard could it be to find one book store? Ten more minutes passed, and the woman was about to call it a quits on this road when her eyes found the faded signed swaying on one good rope. No one had bothered to fix it, and she doubted anyone ever would. Satisfied, she crossed the street and entered into the store.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 26, 2019 22:34:20 GMT -5
( Thanks! Who wouldn't want one? xD I'd give you one (not one of them specifically, but I plan on breeding at least one of them), but I feel like you're a little far away. xD ) Alia was running late this morning. She'd returned late last night from a "brief" mission that had taken longer than she'd intended, and had therefore gone to bed late, which resulted in her sleeping in. Now, she was hurrying past the Dragon stables in an effort to be a little less late. It didn't really change much. When she arrived, she was surprised to see her student practicing with a bow. No arrows to be seen. Alia stopped and watched, unobserved, for several minutes. She wasn't an expert bowman by any means, but she knew enough to tell that Anya's stance was good, better than Alia's own, perhaps. She watched for a couple more seconds, then stepped forward where Anya could see her. "Good morning," she said. "That stance is looking pretty good. Who taught you? And where did you get the bow, if you don't mind my asking?" It didn't look like one of the standard issue Rider bows found in the armory.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 27, 2019 9:33:53 GMT -5
(Haha, that you're probably right. But I wouldn't mind driving a distance, lol. Especially for such cuties.)
Corrik heard the approach of the shorter girl, but kept the piece of information to himself. Why? Who knows? Maybe he just wanted to see if his Rider could tell she had an audience, or perhaps he didn't want to break her concentration. Either way, Anya was caught unawares when she heard her mentor speak. Slowly releasing the draw string, she turned to face her. "Thank you. I'm probably not doing it right completely, but I'm trying to remember as best I can. Seth was showing me how to shoot yesterday, and he was kind enough to let me borrow one of his bows. I hope that's alright." The girl added the last part of her statement because she wasn't entirely sure if she was permitted to have a weapon yet, even though she had no arrows and was still in possession of her knives.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 27, 2019 19:10:03 GMT -5
(Lol, thanks! X3)
Anya gazed at Alia in confusion, wondering why she was reacting such a way. Yes, she knew people had mixed feelings when it came to Seth; she heard some of the whispers, and he even admitted it himself. However, her confusion turned to shock as the shorter girl continued. Corrik let out a low rumbling growl. "Yes, that Seth," she answered slowly. "He promised to teach me archery on our trip here. Genevieve sent me to tell him that she had another mission for him, and he ended up giving me my first lesson. Um, but why did you call him... Dragon Slayer?" The words felt wrong coming from her mouth. The young woman didn't like the idea of anyone killing a dragon, even though she knew that dragons died in battle just as humans did. Not to mention difficult. Surely, Seth couldn't have managed it. Stel, maybe, but Seth.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 27, 2019 20:29:55 GMT -5
Anya shrugged. "Not much," she admitted. "We spent two days on the road the the Circle, and then we spent a couple of hours together yesterday. We've both been busy, so we haven't seen each other until yesterday, and even then, I hadn't expected that to be a long interaction." She had really thought he would thank her for showing her concern and bringing Genevieve's message, albeit sarcastically, and send her on her way. She really didn't expect to start archery training and go on a little outing with the man. "He also mentioned he doesn't like social interactions, so I guess that played a part in it as well."
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 27, 2019 20:46:16 GMT -5
"Hm," Alia hummed, then shrugged. "Well, that's certainly more time than I've ever spent in his presence," she said. "And certainly more conversations than I've had with him, too. I always thought it was because he was just a jerk, though. He doesn't exactly act socially awkward." She puzzled over that for a moment, then shrugged one shoulder. "Well, anyway. Would you like a quiver and some arrows for that bow? We can stop by the armory and find you some if you want. A bow isn't really very useful without them, after all."
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 27, 2019 21:29:44 GMT -5
( Have you ever seen the movie Quest for Camelot? )
Alia waved off her concerns. "Of course you can. You have to sign them out, so the Master Armourer knows to replace the arrows, but that's not much of a hardship. Or, once you start making money, you can get arrows custom made. Which I highly recommend. The standard issue arrows you'll find for free use in the armoury are good enough in quality, but they could never beat custom made ones." As she spoke, Alia led Anya across the grounds, into the building, and through the halls to the armoury. Once there, she opened the double doors with a flourish. "Alright! Let's find you some arrows!" she said cheerily.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 27, 2019 21:41:00 GMT -5
(No, but I looked it up and it looks really cool! How have I not heard of it sooner?)
Anya fell into step behind her mentor, taking note of her words. "When exactly will I be able to make money?" she asked. Through missions, she knew, but she was far from being sent out on any missions at this point. Surely there were ways for newer Riders to make money to buy supplies and equipment needed to improve their skills and live properly. After all, how was she to get proper armor or weapons if she didn't have money saved up? How was she to buy food and clothes? The Circle might lend them certain things, but she doubted she would be supplied with everything she would ever need free of charge. Upon reaching the armory, her eyes widened as the doors opened, revealing the lines of weapons along the walls. Stepping inside, she let her gaze study the lay of everything. She wasn't sure if this selection was equal to or less than Seth's own personal collection since she wasn't sure how many weapons there generally should be. The space was a little smaller, she felt like, but that didn't mean it was lacking any of the blades, hammers, bows, and other deadly objects.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 27, 2019 21:52:29 GMT -5
( No idea, but the reason I brought it up is because there's one song in it that I think suits Seth quite nicely. It's called I Stand Alone. You should be able to find it one YouTube if you want to listen. ^^ ) "You'll make most of your money through missions, and you'll start being assigned missions when your training is done, and Genevieve or one of the other higher ranking Riders has assessed you and deemed you ready," Alia explained. She crossed the room to a smaller side room, which she opened to reveal ammunition of all sorts; namely, quivers full of arrows. "You probably won't get any good missions right away," she continued, "because the best and highest ranking Riders get first pick. They usually either go for the easiest missions, the highest paying, or the closest combination they can manage. That leaves us lower ranks with difficult or low paying jobs that are so easy they're boring. Sometimes we get lucky, but not usually. But I guess you want to know how to make money before you start going on missions?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 27, 2019 22:15:56 GMT -5
(The idea of Seth breaking out into that song while Stel watches, not amused, is extremely hilarious. XD It fits him so well! Thank you for sharing that.)
"Understandable," she murmured. It was the highest ranking and more experienced Riders that knew what they were doing, after all. It would only make sense that they have seniority over the options of available missions. So that left the question: If Seth had the choice to take the last mission he was sent out on, why had he come back so furious? He accused the leader of the Circle about the mission being a trap, but wouldn't Genevieve have informed him about all the details before he went out? At the sound of Alia moving away from her, Anya tore her eyes from the racks to see where her mentor was heading. There was a side room she hadn't noticed before, which seemed to be the destination of the other woman. By the time she reached her side, the doors had been open to expose the ammunition. "Yes, I was going to ask about that," she confirmed. "After all, it'll be at least a year, I'm sure before I even learn a fourth of what I should now, and I would like to be saving up as much as I can. If, gods forbid, something happens and this doesn't work out, I at least want something to take back to my family."
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 27, 2019 22:36:20 GMT -5
( That would be funny. xD You're welcome! I officially commend it as his theme song. ;D ) Alia nodded. "Figured as much. All new Riders, including myself, had the same question. After the revelry of being a Rider had passed, anyway." She shuffled through a couple quivers, each filled with arrows. The fletchings on each quiver full were slightly different from their neighbours, to indicate the length of the arrow and the general use: hunting, battle, or training. She spoke as she searched. "You can earn money in a variety of ways here at the House, though it can be hard to find a job opening. The older Riders sometimes hire the trainees for this or that, but again, it can be hard to convince one that you have useful skills. It would be easier to find work in town. Most anyone would be willing to hire you just because you're a Rider." She found a quiver filled with arrows with yellow and grey fletching. She held them out to Anya. "Here. Take these out into the training room and see if the length is right for your bow. There should be a target out there somewhere."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 27, 2019 22:53:03 GMT -5
(Seth's secretly lover of singing, he just won't admit it to anyone. XD Please do because I doubt there will ever be another one so perfect.
Hold up. What if Silas hires Anya to do errands for him? Would that get under Seth's skin? XD)
"I could offer my assistance with a stables maybe," Anya mused. "It'd be something I'm familiar with, and no one would really have to train me in all the basics." Not a glorious job, but it would offer her a little taste of home. In the passed few weeks, she was beginning the miss her little home and all of the tedious work that comes with running a farm. She still had a little bit of that in caring for Corrik, but it wasn't the same. It was just now the time of year where the summer crops would be ready for picking. Once everything with picked and stalks burned, it would be time to prepare the ground for the fall. She hoped her family would be able to manage well without the aid of Corrik, who had learned how to help plow the fields as good if not better than any horse they had owned.
Turning back to the present, the young woman took the quiver offered to her with a nod. "Right," she said. Turning around, it took a moment to remember where the training room was, but after a brief pause, her memory recovered. This room, she was sure, was no where near the size of Seth's training room. In fact, she was sure Seth's was easily four times this size. She shouldn't really be comparing the two places, but it was hard not to when the man had such a place in his apartment. Stepping up to one of the targets, Anya pulled out a single arrow. As best as she could, she took up the stance, drew as far back on the bow string she could, sighted, and let the arrow fly. It wasn't a true shot, yet it wasn't the worst either. The arrow still ended up embedding itself into the third ring of the target. Using her left hand was still a little strange, but she couldn't deny that the results were better than when she shot with her right.
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