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post Jun 19 2009, 03:36 PM
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1. Brigh Alexandrova (IB)
2. Tobias Leventhal (Phyrro)
3. Baldur Armani (RedKnightV13)
4. Don Friedemann (baftaboo)
5. Eleanor Oliphiatte (Murasaki)
6. Troy Decker (Erock)
7. Maja Bilic (Foe)

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Jinim gleamed in the sunset, some of its buildings grand and recognizable. Though it wasn't anywhere near as grand as Sienne, the city was impressive in its own right. The most prominent building in the city was the residence of the local nobleman, Lord Ruarc. The city itself seemed to spill forth from its gates, a maze of streets within protective walls. It was a fairly open and airy manor house that wrapped around a central courtyard, and was filled with many delicate and expensive things.

After all, the popular nickname for Ruarc was "the Merchant King", as that was how he got his wealth. Of course, there were rumors that he had used... unconventional methods to attain that wealth, particularly involving criminals and the like. But those were simply the grumblings of disgruntled men. And who could complain when he threw such lavish parties, where even the peasants and workers could attend freely? Certainly not to a stranger or the vast majority of Jinim's inhabitants. You would be a fool for thinking so. Especially since this evening was one of those lavish parties.

At least that's what Brigh had heard, anyway. She had little interest in what the people beleived or who this Ruarc dude was. Her only concern now was making sure she didn't lose the object she came here for. Which was, much to her chagrin, nothing more than a broken, rusty sword. Naturally, she was peeved to have been sent on some fetch errand by Shamus, one of the Milori Horde's leaders, with little explanation as to why he needed it. She didn't even know what she was sent to get until she found the person that had it. The knight never did like his secretive nature all that much, but whatever.

Brigh was here in the city now, so she decided to make the most of it. Since almost everyone was at the manor house (leaving the city itself very well dead), that really only left going there and finding something to do (or sit in her room in an inn all night, but that usually sucks). Brigh felt she deserved a break anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to poke around a bit. Though it was a bit of an inconvenience, she had armored gloves on to conceal her brand. She didn't want to start some uproar today, since she'd never hear the end of it when she returned to Crimea.

When the knight arrived, she saw that most of the guests had stayed in the courtyard before the house. That was probably because drinks and food were being served out there, as well as various forms of entertainment. Brigh admitted that the garden and courtyard looked pretty in the failing light. The guests stood around, chatting with people they knew about their daily lives and other social niceties. The knight had become too absorbed in her surroundings, however, and managed to bump into someone.

"Oh, geez - sorry 'bout that." she said, embarrassed that she wasn't looking where she was going.
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post Jun 19 2009, 10:15 PM
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The sign hanging over the doorway of the building said, simply, "Jinim Inn." Don's hand brushed absently against the bandage on his right arm. The bandits had been quite young—some of them were really only kids—and would have been just about as threatening to Don if they'd been wielding sticks instead of axes. Don had killed two of them, beaten up on a few more, and then they all gave it up. One had managed to get Don with his sword—hence the bandage—but it was just a scratch, really. Don suspected the real reason that village needed to hire an out-of-town mercenary was that none of the townsfolk had wanted to kill a kid they used to live next to.

The job done, Don had ridden as far as this city before calling it a night. Truth be told, the sun hadn't even set yet, and Don had been planning to ride for a while longer, but that bandit group, inexperienced though they were, had taken a lot out of him. His age was starting to catch up with him.

Don tied his horse[1] up in the stable, then entered the inn proper. The innkeeper, an aging, gray-hared man, was standing behind the counter of a deserted tavern. He hailed Don as he stepped through the doorway. "I'll be with you in a second, stranger," the man said, but he did not appear to be busy with anything besides drumming his fingers on the bar.

"How much for a room?" Don asked.

"It's forty gold a night, sir," the innkeeper said.

Don produced the sum from a satchel in his coat, laying it on the counter for the man to snatch up a bit too quickly. Despite having just been paid, Don noticed his purse beginning to feel light. He'd need enough money to last him until his next job, he knew, but maybe he could afford a small supper at the inn. Some bread, at least.

"How much will a decent supper run a man around here?"

The inkeeper laughed. "Oh, you don't want to eat here. Not tonight. Tonight is the eve of Lord Ruarc's party. There's plenty of food and drink at his estate, prepares special in the lord's kitchen, and all free! There's entertainment, too, and everyone from the village is invited." The man smiled, presumably at the thought of this lavish party. "Even strangers like yourself."

Don nodded. "Maybe I'll head over there, then." Don was a little tired to be heading off to a party, though, and anyway there was ale there, and Don made a point of avoiding both drinks and drunks. It was not that long ago that he'd been one, himself.

"Well, I'm on my way there myself," the inkeeper said. He reached under the counter, and after a moment produced a small bronze door key. "Up the stairs, first door on your left."

"Thanks."


Don's room was small and bare, with a tiny bed that sat so close to the ground Don at first mistook it for a mat. There was a small nightstand beside it, and resting on its surface were a lone candle and some matches. Don struck one of the matches and lit the candle with it,[2] then removed the sword belt around his waist—carrying his two sabers—and the baldric around his shoulder—carrying his broadsword, Bergelmir. He laid both out on the floor beside his bed. Then he collapsed on the bed itself, the wooden frame creaking under his weight. It'd been a long day.

His stomach growled.


[1] A brown mare; the village that had hired Don had given it to him for free as part of his pay. They said it was a token of their gratitude, but Don suspected they just wanted the man who had killed two family's sons out of their town as soon as possible.

[2] By now it really was sunset, and the room had hitherto been lit only by a sliver of sunlight peeping over the horizon.
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post Jun 20 2009, 09:10 AM
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Ah, life was grand! While the setting sun beamed down proudly, wrapping the world's inhabitants in the day's last batch of warmth, a nice, light breeze danced around the city, and there emanated in the air a general feeling of ease. It was likely that none appreciated it so much as a single, clean-cut young man moving through the streets, taking it all in. He bore a young face with attractive hazel eyes and cloaked his thin body in a simple, white, sleeveless shirt and khaki shorts, the two segmented in the middle by a brown belt that held an array of possessions. While his wavy brown hair sidled to and fro with the winds whims, he paced slowly so as to avoid colliding with anyone—for he would often close his eyes for an extended period and breath deeply as he walked, finding this night to be one of those in which he was simply happy to be alive. The weather was not all that helped him, however. As he moved, he slid a gloved hand down once, only once, to fondle a fresh pouch of gold at his belt, which had not belonged to him when the day started. With a chuckle, he let go of the satchel and looked ahead, into the near distance, at what was most assuredly his goal.

The city itself was moderately large, insofar as that the area he found himself in featured a good amount of second-story buildings, mostly built with quality brick, and contained many people, each attending to their own activities. A large manor stood two city blocks from him; he pondered it as he walked. According to the populace, it was tradition in Jinim that the local nobleman would harness his overflowing estate and spend a single night dispensing capital freely into a large, extravagant, city-wide party. The food—free! Attendance—free! It would not be possible to create an event that Tobias Leventhal would find more interesting, and more of a pull. The minute he caught wind of the party, he made course for Jinim. It was not as though he had had much to do before, skipping from town to town as he looked for items that met his fancies and people that would please him, all the while making his best attempt to just enjoy the life he had and the legs he walked on. Perhaps that, too, was what brought him to Lord Ruarc's manor, not so much that he would have a night of free fun with many valuables lying around for him to take an extended look at, but that he would spend the night enjoying himself, with even less troubles than usual on his mind.

So it was that while he had been thinking about all this, Tobias had unknowingly sped up, and he now found himself outside of the mansion's doors. They stood a good 30 feet from him, rising high above his head, ornately fashioned with polished wood and metallic frames and handles. He made no effort to move towards them, though, as the main party seemed to be centered in the courtyard he was now entering. He smiled; it was pretty as well. Once inside, he moved along the right edge, quickly measuring every person around him and the various placements of the objects outside. As he did, the pleasant melody of a live performer drifted around his ears, tickling them softly.

After circling it, Tobias began moving closer towards the middle. He made inadvertent eye contact with a young woman as he walked, smiled charmingly out of courtesy, and moved on. Without having done much yet, he was already enjoying himself. For a few minutes he simply looked around, eating when he felt hungry and gazing around, looking for conversation (for he was not shy) when he was bored. The smile he had brought with him had never faded, which was not unusual for Tobias. Finally coming to a stop, he ran a hand through his hair a single time and took a sip from the cup he had eventually found himself holding, relishing the feeling and taste of cold punch sliding down his throat, replenishing him.

Ahhh...

Life truly was great.

"Whoa!"

What had remained of his drink now splayed out over the lawn, spilled carelessly as he had been bumped into from behind. Rapidly checking to make sure none of it had gotten on his clothing—reassured when he confirmed that it hadn't—he turned around with a blank face to see who had hit him. His was an attitude devoid of anger, displaying simply curiosity.

"Oh, geez - sorry 'bout that," cooed the offending party. It was a woman, wearing green and brandishing mid-length brown hair. She didn't appear to be much older than Tobias himself, but he wasn't quite sure. He did know that she had been courteous enough to apologize, which was good, but from the serious look on her face, appeared to be taking her offense hard. Never one to get in a tizzy over simple accidents (and holding a fond annoyance for those who did), Tobias turned quickly to offer her his smile, reaching out his hand.

"Ah, it's no problem ma'am, you have my word. I'm fine. Perhaps it was I who was in your way."


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post Jun 20 2009, 10:11 AM
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"Mmmmm... how the hell did I end up here?" Troy asked himself as he wandered the streets of Jimin. The city was small compared to Melior, but was much more quaint and inviting. His first job brought him to Begnion, but ended quickly as the bandits were scared away. He had not had the taste of a real battle yet, and he wanted to.

He had heard from the townsfolk there was a party, and being quite bored, decided to come. He was not quite sure where to go. He heard it was at the manor, but he had no idea where that was. After wandering for some time, he spotted a small boy, wearing shorts and a white shirt. This boy seemed like he as going to the party, so he decided to follow him. After a while, he got even more bored, and decided to to yell out to the boy. He opened his mouth when he realized the boy had stopped at a big manor house. The gates were huge, and Troy found himself in awe. He had saw bigger gates, but he had never seen such ornate ones. The rumors about the "king" being filthy rich were very true.

However, the boy had not went in, but instead walked into the crowd at the courtyard. Try decided to follow him. He looked around, at all the locals. He soon observed that he was easily the tallest person here, standing a fair amount taller then anyone else. Troy liked being the biggest person in a crowd, so he put on a smile. He grabbed a glass of wine that was being served, and began to drink it. It was watery, nothing like the much more potent beer he was used to. He did finish it, not to be rude. The boy had now started to move, and Troy saw him flash a smile to a young lady. Troy looked to his sides to see many people, mostly woman, give him a long look. Troy realized how tall he was for the second time, and that made him feel even better. He flashed back smiles to everyone, and set his sights back at the lonely boy.

"Looks like he's met a friend.." Troy thought, observing the spill. Bored, he closed in, but not too close, so as not to seem creepy. It looked like a fun party, so he decided to stay for a while.
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post Jun 21 2009, 01:07 AM
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Keni was away on business. Rin had never returned. What was a girl to do? Of course, Eleanor couldn't let herself just be locked within Kennith Astra Adair's manse in Sienne for forever, so she simply packed a light bag, took some money, and told the servants (who were her good friends) that she was going to travel and that she would be back soon. With that, she left Sienne and began to wander.

She ended up in a lavish, walled-in city. Apparently, it was called Jimin, and someone was having a huge party. She smiled happily as she walked inside, her mind calmed with a carefree attitude. She drew a few looks and stares, but she paid them no mind as she walked down the main street and to the large chateau where everyone was mingling.

When she strode into the courtyard, more eyes and faces turned her way. She smiled happily and continued her walk inside, plopping herself down on a chair as she was weary from her wandering and she wanted to rest. A man came up to her and asked what she wanted to drink. She simply asked for some water. The man bowed and left. She smiled as she watched people walk by and stare, noticing her wings or her lavish white dress. It was new; Keni had bought it for her before leaving on a mission with the holy guard. The man quickly returned, handing her what appeared to be a wine glass but filled with water. She thanked him and gave him some money as a tip.

And there she sat in her chair, a veritable throne for her, the queen. She hummed a short melody as she sipped daintily from the glass of water and surveyed the partygoers in the courtyard. She noticed a woman bump into a young man, but nothing could make her smile waver. For now, she was happy to simply sit back and watch the party. Ahh, if only Keni were here. She would ask him to dance with her.
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What a great night.

After his most recent mission, Baldur had decided to take a small break from work and take a small vacation. A laguz friend, one of the many he'd rescued since going AWOL on the Temple Guard, had suggested he go to Jinim, where the famous nobleman Lord Ruarc was throwing one of his much-appreciated city-wide parties. Having no other plans himself, Baldur decided to give this party a chance, since he was nearby Jinim at the time anyway.

And boy was he glad he did.

The party was amazing. Great food, strong drink, and gorgeous women. LOTS of gorgeous women. It was like a buffet of women, and Baldur dug right in the moment he arrived. Being on vacation, he was already in a good mood. Add to that a good dose of what he liked to call "Potion of Courage" (or alcohol, as it is more commonly known) and Baldur was the life of the party wherever he went. His daunting size caught people's attention, and his savage appearance, which usually scared people, gave him an excitingly dangerous quality that attracted those around him. Forgoing his typical attire, Baldur sported a fine silk shirt, comfortable pants, and a flowing crimson cape. At any given moment, one would see Baldur amidst a group of at least three men and women, entertaining them all with stories of his martial exploits and selfless defense of his friends. Admittedly, many of his stories were exaggerations, but as he saw it, a woman's outfit was as much an exaggeration of her beauty, so fair is fair. Besides, everyone seemed to enjoy the yarns anyways, even the men whose toes Baldur was occasionally stepping on in flirting with their women.

Baldur was sitting with one such group, playfully teasing one of the dolled up women for her extravagant hairstyle, when he noticed a slight commotion over to the side of the courtyard where a young man in a white shirt and shorts and a young woman in heavy green armor collided, the boy spilling his drink on the ground. In his current, faintly inebriated state, Baldur found the sight hilarious, and let out a bark of laughter. Gracefully extricating himself from the embrace of one of the painted ladies he'd surrounded himself with, Baldur bade them a good night and wandered over to the young pair, thinking to introduce himself.

Half way there, Baldur's attention was caught by the entrance of a striking beauty in a long white gown. The apparent Heron Laguz sat in a chair nearby, ordering a drink from one of the many servants around and calmly watching the people in their revels. Her face held a pleasant enough smile, kind but not inviting, but as they locked gazes for a moment he could see her eyes had a vacant look to them that unnerved Baldur. He'd seen that look before in the eyes of soldiers as they committed horrible atrocities, their minds retreating behind a veil of nothingness, allowing their bodies reign to do whatever they must. The heron's gaze passed on, and Baldur's uneasiness passed with them. Regaining his happy demeanor, Baldur continued on and called out a greeting to the fumbling youths.
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"Ah, it's no problem ma'am, you have my word. I'm fine. Perhaps it was I who was in your way." the man she bumped into said, who seemed far more curious than angry. The man didn't seem to mind the fact that his drink had been spilled, perhaps because none of it landed on him. He wore a white sleeveless shirt as well as shorts, and had brown hair and greenish eyes. She was relieved and grateful he wasn't mad at her, since he was actually a bit taller than her by about three inches (Then again, she had armor and he didn't).

"Oh, that's good. Glad there's no hard feelings or anything. Some people have a tendency to freak out over small things like accidents. Glad you're not one of those people, ya know?" Brigh replied, smiling. She shook the hand the man had offered in return.

She took a quick glance around her, and saw a man that was nearby and a bit taller than those around him. He didn't seem to be doing much at the moment, though. There was also a big guy drawing a crowd around him, noticeable by his red cape. He seemed to be the type that would be talked about as the "life of the party" for weeks afterward. Brigh then noticed the heron, which put her in an "oh shit!" state of mind for a moment. Laguz seemed to be like walking Branded detectors - some were just uneasy, while others figured it out instantly. If she was a typical laguz, then she'd simply ignore her like she wasn't there and all would be good.

But then again, you never knew.

"I'm Brigh, by the way. Pleased to meet you, sir." she said to the white-shirted man happily. The knight heard a shout, and saw that the big guy was heading towards them. "Hell, why not?" she thought, waving in response. He seemed like a good guy, and probably fun to talk to. What could possibly go wrong here?
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The new crowd that appeared around the two young people completely blocked Troy's view. He didn't fully care, as the two looked like they would not fight anyways. He tried to remember the last time he was at a party, but he couldn't. He hadn't been to a party of this size before. He looked for heavier alcohol, but, alas, there was nothing but wine from the "fine" northern vineyards of Begnion. He saw a few very pompous and rich men in one corner, no doubt discussing the latest gossip from the capital of Begnion.

He was suddenly shove from behind. Surprisingly, Troy fell back a couple steps. A big, big jolly man came towards the crowd, carrying with him the eyes of several dames he must have been hitting n earlier. His red cape flew behind him, and Troy quickly contemplated grabbing for laughs. Realizing he didn't want a fight, he decided against it.

He noticed a strange looking lady sipping a drink and watching the crowd around the two "lovebirds". [Troy smiled thinking of that.] No one noticed, but her behavior gave her away as a laguz. A heron laguz, actually. Troy hadn't seen a a laguz seen he left Gallia for the road. Troy decided to check on the two youths, and simply put his head up, and he saw into the crowd easily.

"I'm Brigh, by the way. Pleased to meet you, sir."

"Wow, that was so polite. And cheesy, very cheesy," Troy thought. Troy hadn't grown up around too many royals, but he saw a few in Melior, and they acted just like that. Whether the girl was of blue blood would be found out.

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The young woman was friendly, and Tobias immediately knew that he would enjoy speaking with her. He had anticipated that the party would be worth attending simply due to the valuables involved, but it was entirely possible that things would go even better than expected. With a slightly relieved face, the woman countered his response.

"Oh, that's good. Glad there's no hard feelings or anything," she smiled, "Some people have a tendency to freak out over small things like accidents. Glad you're not one of those people, ya know?"

The thief, completely still while she spoke, nodded in response to her question, a pleasant look adorning his own face.

"I'm Brigh, by the way. Pleased to meet you, sir."

Just as she finished, there was a loud yell from another part of the courtyard. Inexplicably, a large man in a flowing red cape was making his way towards the pair. Tobias, confused initially at the sheer impulsiveness of the act, found himself rather impressed on second consideration that the man would approach two strangers; it was a sign that he, like Tobias, was one who put stock in the enjoyment of one's time alive. The thief resolved to speak to this man, whom he took a quick liking to. Brigh, as she called herself, waved to the man as he approached. With a lighthearted smile, Tobias put his own hand in the air to welcome the big visitor as well.

While they waited, he turned back to Brigh with a measured amount of cheer.

"The pleasure is mine, Brigh. Call me Toby."

The night was young.
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Dead, the one person that seemed to be able to understand her, understand how things worked. Now, no one did, and she had no one to look towards, no connections. The Feuerwehr? They didn't matter. Nothing did not but pain and a wild urge to find someone who understood things the way Treues had.

So she disappeared from Feuerwehr, cut down her hair and added a hooded robe to usual garments and wandered off without a plan, satisfying hunger in whatever opportunities presented themselves. Currently that was in the form of a very large social gathering in some Begnion city. The rest of the city was a ghost town, and any chance at filling her hunger in a quieter place simple wasn't there.

Hungry and tired from her walking, as it had been days going from one settlement to another, her worn down body stumbled more than it walked. Her left hand wandered down to her belly and plucked away at a piece of corrupted skin beneath her clothing. She was really, really hungry.

Food, there was plenty of it at the gathering, but she had to get to it first, and her weak legs buckled as she was on her way to some, stumbling forward to the ground, a mess among her robes. A man nearby mumbled something she couldn't make out, but his hand was outstretched towards her, a gesture of aid.

He was nice enough to offer a hand and help her up off the ground. He and she alike would be rewarded with life's greatest sensation. Her hunger would finally go away, for a little while. She placed a hand on his shoulder and opened her mouth a sliver, "Pain."
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The party was already well underway when Don arrived. The sun was down, now, and the manor grounds were lit by torchlight. The bulk of the party-ing was taking place on these same grounds. Don navigated the throngs of people. There was a time when Don would have been perfectly at home at a party like this—not so much, anymore. He was sociable to all but didn't quite socialize. There was a servant carrying a tray of what looked like fruit juices, and Don approached him.

"I'll take one of those, my friend," he said.

The servant laughed. "Oh, you don't want these. They're for the children," he said. "Not a drop of ale in them."

"Perfect," Don said. "I'm a kid at heart, you see."

Don got his drink and moved on. He stopped and chatted with a few people, one of them a fellow mercenary. He waved at the innkeeper, who had managed to get himself piss drunk since Don had seen him last. He smiled at a few pretty girls. None of them smiled back.[1] Don stopped for a while to watch a man juggle torches. He dropped one, and there was a brief commotion when the flame caught the tip of his pantleg, but the man was quickly put out,[2] and Don moved on. He grabbed a chicken leg, and struck up a conversation with a man by the buffet.

"So what's with the sword? You, like, a mercenary, or something?" the man asked.

"I am, actually," Don said. His fingers brushed against the hilt of Söldner, at his side. "Never leave home without it."

"Yeah, well, don't go stirring up any trouble or nothing," the man said, walking away. "Bleeding sellswords," he muttered.

Don tossed the bare chicken bone aside and leaned against an abandoned food stall. He sighed. His bed back at the inn was seeming more and more appealing. A young man and woman collided with each other nearby. They were hailed by a second, laughing young man a short distance away. His boisterous greeting betrayed him immediately as an outgoing fellow; an entertainer; a teller of tall tales; the life of the party, in short. He reminded Don of a decade-younger version of himself. Don briefly considered mingling with them.


[1] Well, one did, but then the man at her side expressed a desire to run Don through with a rapier, and Don thought it fit to keep walking.

[2] Although the man—who was after all paying more attention to the flames in the air than the one at his feet—had to be physically redirected towards his burning trousers, at which he was so shocked as to drop all three torches into the grass, which did not help the situation one bit, as you can imagine.
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Eventually, Eleanor became hungry, so she looked around and spotted a table full of food. A happy smile crossed her lips as she quickly stood and began to walk there. She saw many fruits and vegetables as well as pieces of fish, and she almost ran to the table. However, on her way there, she ran into a muscular, older man. She fell over backwards after the impact, unable to keep her balance. The man seemed unmoved.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" she cried, looking up at the man. He had dark brown hair and light blue eyes. There was a bandage on his arm. He seemed like just a normal person except for the fact that he was tall, burly, and carried a sword. A small amount of fear shot through her mind. What if he was unhappy, and decided to stab her on the spot? She hoped that he would be kind.
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post Jun 26 2009, 09:09 AM
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The dark magic transferred silently from Maja's palm and sent squirming through his nervous system, every new ground gone through increasing his sensation of pain, increasing her satisfaction in watching his pain. As he fell to the ground, inhaling in short gasps that grew into full wails she stepped back slowly. The world around her was gone, nothing but a pale memory, as she took in the sight with her full concentration, wishing she could be the one wailing on the ground instead of him.

Without any surprise a few of the more easily disturbed women in the vicinity let out a scream, confused at what just happened. The victim himself too busy dealing with his glorious sensations to be able to speak, as Maja pulled up her hood and finally broke her stare and headed off. In one way she was full, in other she was still quite hungry. So as many of the party-goers turned to see what the fightful commotion was, she tredged forth towards some food.
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post Jun 26 2009, 08:33 PM
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Startled by the commotion, Troy went over to investigate. He had seen what happened, but he wanted to find out. As he made his way over to the crowd around the painful man, he saw a strange looking woman leave the scene. She had eerie pink hair. She totally creeped Troy out.

"I'm totally creeped out right now." Troy thought to himself. He made his way ti the man, and bumped through the crowd. He was now spasming quit violently. Troy was shocked, this man was quite strangely moving. He took out some sort of laguz medicine Nalf, his laguz mentor, gave him.

"Use this on people that freak you out." The man was totally freaking Troy out, so he put some of the medicine into his mouth, and the man cooperatively swallowed. His movements lightned up, bu he still spasmed. Troy had some of it left. He was going to find that really freaky girl. The one with pink hair, and the crazy robe.
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post Jun 27 2009, 02:34 AM
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OOC: I'm thoroughly creeped out that someone would write that. I'm not judging, but wtf man? And dammit, now I've gotta do something about it cause my character's a good guy and you just did something horribly, horribly evil. Bleh... :P

All hell broke loose.

One moment, Baldur was having the time of his life, drinking, partying, and chatting with beautiful women; and the next he was mired in a sea of panicked people screaming bloody murder. And apart from the blood, it seemed they were right on target. Baldur instantly sobered the moment the victim screamed, and he was on the scene in a flash, pushing his way through the crowd to get to the source of the commotion. The first thing he saw, naturally, was the man writhing on the ground in pain, but what really caught his attention was the devilish figure with vibrant pink hair that had apparently caused the man's suffering as it began to slink away from the scene.

Baldur's first reaction was to help the man, to try and ease his suffering in any way he could, but he knew he couldn't just let the culprit go without retribution. Torn between duties, he was relieved when a tall dark man stepped in to help the victim, feeding him some kind of herbal medicine that subdued his thrashing. Freed from one obligation, Baldur pursued the other, and he charged off after the sinister pink haired lady. He caught up to the slow moving creature instantly and dove to tackle her to the ground before she could get away.
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