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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 12:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 12:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:55 pm
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Wir stops for a moment to admire a dark purple plant before asking, "A desert? Vith ze sand an' heat? 'Ow dread-fool... zoh, ze Repense 'ome eez not much bet-tair, from ze vay mos' react to eet. Massive cave complex, built so zat ze wind from ze surface flows through to make zis... von-dear-fool, eerie music."
He sighs, ears drooping. "I miss eet... very, very much... zoh eet eez too late to go back, I vill make ze most of my time 'ere."
"Zoh zat oo were trusted enough to act as a proxy lee-dair for oo'r House eez ah-may-zeeng... an' I admit, zat... size-shift-eeng spell oo 'ave mus' come een han-dee... nice to see oo fll-sized, as vell." From this distance, his 'eyes' can clearly be seen behind his glasses. Or rather, his lack of eyes.
The sockets were empty... instead, a dark mist swirled about inside his head, small flakes of silver glimmering inside... like stars. As the connection between stars is made, one of the silver sparks shoots from the corner of his right eye, across to the other socket and vanishing out the side... a 'shooting star'.
"I 'ave always enjoyed ze comp-an-ee of dan-sairs... Een my time vork-eeng for my House, I vas a diplomat an' a mag-eek oo-sair... zoh most-lee, I vas a diplomat. Ze art of peace eez... an 'ard art to mas-tair, but... vorth eet, I bell-eeve."
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:41 pm
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"Ac-too-ally... zair are... some groups I vould razzer see defeated, on-lee rem-mem-baired in his-tor-ee. Sometimes, peace cannot be reached. I do not see zis as a fail-eeng on my part, simp-lee as an oppur-toon-itty to make ze world... bet-tair."
His body and voice vibrated with youth and a type of 'life' that didn't quite match up with his aura. Like how the most vibrant, lifelike painting one could find would still be a painting... and thus, unreal.
"I 'ave no love for zose who vould conquer and destroy ze theengs of beau-tee..." He reaches forward, putting his hand upon one of the trees. "Back 'ome, we 'ad zis vaterfall... I vould visit eet vit my friends every third day. Ze water vas always warm, no matter ze season, an' eet vas surrounded by zese... glow-eeng crystals that sang when oo touched zem... but... zese warriors decided eet would make a good place to keell each ozzer, an' soaked eet een blood, smashed ze crystals, an' ruined ze waterfall..."
He shook his head, "I nev-air forgave ze survivor. I myself prosecuted him. 'E vas found guil-tee, an' was tasked to repair ze damage 'e 'ad wrought." He left out the part that he was tasked to repair the damage after his death sentence as an undead, but that knowledge would have served little purpose.
"Life, beau-tee... I cannot sit an' rest vhen I see zem een dan-gair... I am no warrior or warmage, but... I 'ave my vays." He gives her a nervous, apologetic smile.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 3:03 pm
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She could hear the emotions behind the words and was saddened at the end of the waterfall he loved so much. She almost wished that she could restore it for him, but knew from a couple of hints in his words that him returning back home was all but impossible.
She gave him a smile in return after his last words and found that she had to add something to it, "I have never been a warrior or sorceress, but I know those who are....they have fought and recieved wounds, but they have also fought in the way of words. Some of them are rather well versed diplomats. Sometimes, certain ways just work better." her voice was soft, the truth of what she spoke of lighting in her eyes. "And here with the Karaneshii Clan, the way of peace and caring for those of our "family" have become some of the most important ways for anyone. They flourish and are stronger for it. And I have not seen that outside of few friends and allies in a long, long time and i will do anything in my power to keep it so." then she blushed bright red. She hadn't realized just how much of her own dreams she had spoken of til then.
Feeling a little awkward now she jerked her gaze up towards his face and quickly said, "Sorry," but it was rather high pitched and rushed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 3:10 pm
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"Nev-air." He states, shaking his head, "Be sor-ree for lov-eeng zose oo care about. Eet eez ze most noble theeng oo' can ev-air do. An' I am hap-pee I can hear of eet from oo." The batlike man nods, "The links between people are fass-sin-ay-teeng. I can teenk of lee-till else zat I enjoy more zan people."
"Zoh..." He looks from her, rubbing the back of his head. "I do enjoy see-eeng ze reddish hue of oo'r face. Eet eez an at-trac-teev look." The tips of his ears turn a slight reddish color, and he clears his throat.
Quickly changing the subject, he states, "Can oo tell me abou' zis... Kara-nesh-ee? Eet sounds... von-dear-fool." He looks around, fixing his glasses once more, "Any-vun who keeps such a place of von-dear on zair grounds are vor-zee enough, een my opin-ee-un."
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 3:40 pm
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((Sorry. XD I know it's tough, though I think it adds to the character more than stating 'he has a french accent'. With the typed accent, it actually seems like he -has- the accent.))
"Eet eez said zat ze Light shines brightest een ze Dark... I've spent most of my life een zee Dark, so I 'ave no qualms wit eet." He watches her spellwork, offering her a smile, "Oo are very talented," he comments, "Vhere I come from, ze con-jur-a-shun of elements eez a tough theeng to do. Calabrians like myself focus on ze... abtract-shuns... of ma-geec."
The man reaches up, taking off his glasses... the other hand reaches within, pulling out a swirl of the black energy within. Placing his glasses back on, he looks at the misty energy, calmly shaping it... until the mist hardened into a ball of black material... and it opened up, forming the petals of a rose, with a shining white 'pearl' in the middle, glittering softly. He pulls his hand down, forming a 'stem' from the obsidian rose.
He offers it forth. "For oo... an example, zoh I'll admit to oo-seeng more flair zan vas needed. I 'ave a weakness for theatrics vhen eet comes to beau-tee... an' beau-tee-fool females." He grins widely, laughing in a good-natured manner.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:41 pm
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