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Re: The 99 Red Ballons « Result #1 on Sept 11, 2009, 1:28pm »
Alright, the conversion to Atis is mostly complete. Now all we need is a map and maybe some discussions concerning what needs to be changed from the Atis outline and the Never Story original draft.
Kraven, contrary to his warrior persona, hated fighting simple civilians... Even if they were freedom fighters, just recruited off the streets, that gave him just enough justification to slice their throat. This was a whole different matter; he had no clue who Gaki was...
He looked over Gaki before he lunged, which gave him just enough of a mental picture to find his weak spots. He had soft, beige hair, just long enough to make a ponytail just at the end of his smudged green bandanna. That ragged piece of cloth itself was something to look at; it's loose stitched white poke-dots were horrible, giving it an aura of meaning to him. The rest of his cloths, a ragged off-green cloak kept on by a very ornate single shoulder plate that was coated in a blue paint, a particularly bland, dirt stained green shirt, and faded, un-hemmed black pants, matched the rugged stubble on his cheeks and the cold, hazel eyes that glared with savage intent. That, in itself, was his his true weakness: his lack of tapped potential...
Gaki swung, but his punch did not land. Kraven's retaliation was too quick; a dodge to the left, his hands placed on Gaki's back, and a shattering knee to finish him off. A power shot to the ribs from Kraven would kill a man; he was feeling gracious...
The knee landed in the gut, pushing Gaki a few inches into the air. He did not go farther then that; an elbow was crashing into his back. Gaki fell to the floor, coughing up a storm and holding his stomach as if he had just been disemboweled. Kraven took no breaks: a few more ferocious kicks to the stomach was all it took for some girl to step in...
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Re: RP style « Result #3 on Dec 29, 2008, 11:26pm »
As Valiae eyed some peculiar looking roots of questionable legality, she heard the yell of a young man, followed by the sound of a man tossing another out of the shop. Curious as to what this considerable din was about, she turned her attention to the two quarreling customers just outside. Already, a small crowd started to gather around the two as the two spaced themselves, ready for a bloodletting. Usually, Valiae did not interest herself in such "entertainment." However, one the brawlers Valiae immediately recognized.
"Ga...ki?"
Gaki, in a fit of rage, lept quickly forward to the right, then lunged right at the corn-haired prettyboy. His fist, however, made contact with nothing but air and left him open for counterattack. He mentally cursed himself for such recklessness.
Re: RP style « Result #4 on Dec 24, 2008, 5:11pm »
(Note: This is scratting some of the past posts, and putting in a simpler, easier to follow bit of information)
Xatcha had many coustomers, most of which were the mediocre hand-me-down soldiers that wanted a few spices for the rations. Gaki was one of the few who seemed genuinely interested in her workings. The last time he came in, he was walking aside a fair lass. She was a bundle, and Xatcha's soothsayer qualities got the better of her; peering into the future was forbidden by local government who feared the tellings of more war...
Kraven and Xatcha walked to the corner of the store, doing their best not to draw attention towards themselves. That was when Gaki walked in...
Xatcha whispered towards Kraven, keeping her voice near inaudiable, "That boy has great things ahead of him." If it wasn't for Kraven's attention being payed to Gaki, he would have heard her little outburst. She continued, this time making sure Kraven could hear, "You've got your mission, so I don't want to be seen with you until you're done... Do I make myself clear?"
He glared at her; her power was durived from confidence, and he hated it. He began to make his way for the door, dodging through shelves that held smelly jars, forcing himself to be inconspicuous. Unfortunately, Gaki stepped in his path before he could change it...
Kraven scrapped Gaki's shoulder...
"Hey, pretty-boy over there!" Gaki shouted, "Where're you going off to?" Kraven did not want a fight, so he continued on as if nothing had been said before.
Gaki grabbed the shoulder of his jacket and pulled him to center. Their faces meet...
"How's the ass grabbing been lately, you dirty sonovabitch?!" shouted Gaki. Kraven was shocked, a silent, mouth-gapping gaze was all that was offered to him. Before he could explain that he wasn't the man he was looking for, Gaki punched him with all of his might.
If it had been anywhere else but the face, Kraven might have taken it a bit better. Instead, he went flying off, crashing into one of Xatcha's tables, which so happened to be rittled with more spice jars then any other table in the shop. Shards of glass and clumps of nameless spice were sent everywhere.
Kraven, now furious with the unwarented agression, grabbed Gaki by the scruff of the neck, and tossed him out the one of two windows that decorated the shop's front.
Kraven stepped out of the new opening as Gaki scrambled to his feet. There were onlookers gathering. And with that, the brawl was on!
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Re: RP style « Result #6 on Dec 8, 2008, 12:34pm »
((CUT! Now wait a second here. Gaki is assaulting KRAVEN! Gaki's sister was felt up by a random guy who LOOKED like Kraven, and now Gaki wants his ass. Unfortunately, Kraven turned up at the wrong place at the wrong time. GAKI IS NOT ATTACKING A KRAVEN LOOKALIKE!!! Just thought I needed to clarify this...))
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Re: RP style « Result #7 on Nov 26, 2008, 8:23am »
(BTW, Gaki and Valiae are barely even acquaintances at this time. You might've caught that in my last post, when Valiae only refers to him as a young man with no extra adoring luvy-dovy crap. But, by any means, the show must go on...)
As the old, senile hag walked off, Gaki scratched his head at her confusing, meaningless words. He had only come by to prepare for the mission that crotchety old commander promised him. In a way, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, although he was assigned mere messenger duty. It seemed like it was only yesterday that the commander told him, after screwing up training for the third time, that a snowball had better chances in hell than him being a lowly squire for a footsoldier. Now his sister could stop harassing him for being a filthy bum with nothing to do but spend her hard-earned money at the tavern, like some drunk.
Turning to the merchandise, he found a young woman with long, black hair and some normal looking leather and plate armor, though it looked nothing like the outfit of the local militia or the Resistance forces. Her face looked oddly familiar, however, as if they met somewhere before.
But, before he could think on it any further, he was pushed aside by some unknown force. Turning around, he saw the blue-coated man old hag Xatcha was talking to, walking away from the stall. He remembered a similar looking blue coat, one that hung on the back of a corn-haired sleaze that groped his sister that one time. He remembered when his sister told him all about it, but he was never able to find such a man until now.
"Hey, pretty-boy over there!" Gaki called out threateningly, "Where're you going off to?"
As the blue-coat ignored him, he ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around so that their faces met. He looked as if he was in his twenties, a low-down bum in fancy clothes.
"How's the ass grabbing been lately, you dirty sonovabitch!"
(Oh, and Kraven, Gaki's sister was felt up by a guy who just looks like your character. Just wanted to let you know.)
Re: RP style « Result #8 on Nov 25, 2008, 8:38am »
(Burn in hell all of you)
Xatcha introduced one of her most recent customers. They were not aquantied very well, and the only reason Xatcha even remembered Gaki's name was because the young man had visited most recently yesterday, and with a woman at his side. Oh yes, the smell of love was in the air. Xatcha was most definatley going to pick fun at Gaki with this factor.
"Come to find some gift ot trinket for your dear lover?" She teased.
Xatcha didn't expect Kraven to stick around much longer. Despite the introduction to Gaki. As far as she liked to know about Kraven, he would head out to work on this new project the moment he could. The sooner the job was done the sooner he would get paid. Xatcha made her way behind the counter as Gaki made a quick glare at her tease. She assumed he would be bying something. There wasn't much else she could do for the boy but sell him things. Local lore and news wasn't her specialty, and her directions were few.
(short, but Im tired. So if you complain then go to hell.)
Re: RP style « Result #9 on Nov 23, 2008, 7:21pm »
(hmmm, well this is interesting)
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Kraven whispered, "I'll do it..."
With that, the pair whisked out of the back room, back into the aroma rich shop. She unlocked the door just in time to watch a slim younger looking lad come trotting in. His golden brown hair was a tad darker then his own, flashing a more southern appearance, which was quite common in Jyra's rich population of immigrants. He wore a green bandanna with a pair of white circles stitched upon it, giving it a more rugged look. It covered up everything but a patch of hair in the front and the long pony-tail that extended out the back. His cloths were dreary: A plain green shirt and an odd cloak. It was worn, torn, and dirty, barely hanging onto the fine blue shoulder piece that was fastened onto his right shoulder. It had some weird writings on it, but none he could make out.
He stepped into the store with pride; he seemed happy about something. Xatcha shewed Kraven away just in time to meet with this lad, "Oh, Gaki, how were those..."
Kraven wondered a while, looking at all of the weird things that Xatcha sold: A rain stick for example. It was a piece of carved wood filled with pebbles placed in it, once it turned, it sounded like the rains. There were stone Judbeast, which some used as holy icons. Wooden swords, which were quite out of the ordinary for Xatcha herself (pacifism and everything). And at the front table and desk, incense as far as the eye could see. The over whelming smells made Kraven chock a bit; he was never a herb kind of guy.
After a few whispers, a trip around the shop for odd things, and a big laugh, Xatcha waved Kraven over. She announced, "Kraven, this is Gaki."
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Re: RP style « Result #10 on Nov 21, 2008, 7:57pm »
Just adding another pair of eyes to the scene
It was near noon when Valiae woke, rubbing her eyes as bright sunlight poured into her room. It was with strong reluctance that she rose out of bed. The nightmares that had started since her departure had still not let up, and they still kept her up for most of the night. Additionally, there was the racket from the adjacent room that kept her up the better half of the night. Clearly, some people did not know moderation during the late hours, especially when there was alcohol involved. How she hated the stuff.
But then, at the thought of alcohol, she recalled no memory of ever reserving a room in this town, or even lying down to bed. What she did remember, though, was ordering warm cider and being looked at funny by the bartender. She remembered getting her order, but then details got blurry and...
She then let out a surprised gasp, as if she had woken again from the nightmare, and quickly patted herself down. She had been stripped of her armor, but her clothes were still oddly intact. When taking a quick scan of her surroundings, she found her leather breastplate hanging on a makeshift rack, with her other pieces of armor piled nearby. Clearly, it didn't seem as if she was drugged. There were no signs of anyone else using the bed she was in, and the room smelled relatively nicer and looked cleaner than it would have if she had truly been assaulted. But, if she didn't have any reservations at the local inn, where was she?
A knock at the door was soon heard, and from the other side, a grizzly male's voice:
"Oy, you awake in there?" His tone was friendly enough, not having a demanding tone, but rather a sincere tone. Valiae felt she could answer safely.
"...yeah." Valiae spoke weakly, still somewhat asleep, "You can come in."
The wooden door opened to reveal a husky man with a hairy beard and hairy arms. What bulk he did have seemed to have come from years of hard work, something he probably was no stranger to, seeing as he looked about in his fourties or fifties. In his gruffy face, however, he carried no look of malice or harm.
"So, ya passed out last night after downing that mug of cider. Maybe you're not too suited for alcohol after all, if just cider does that to you.
"Eh, d-don't worry about it. It was a long day yesterday, and I was a bit sleepy," Valiae responded sheepishly.
"Well, next time you're sleepy, I'd stay clear of this side of town," He chuckled a bit, "You're lucky I decided to put you up for the night. Had I left you sprawled out in my bar, some crazy-ass fool would've had a lot of fun with you last night. Heck, you could've ended up in some dark alleyway, robbed of your clothes, belongings, money, and dignity. I've seen it before, honey, and it ain't pretty."
"Uh... thanks, then," Valiae replied, unsure whether to be truly thankful, absolutely frightened, or just sickened to the very core, "I guess you'll want to be paid...?"
"Nah, I don't get girls like you visiting around here too often. Usually, the cute ones are the ones used more times than any sane man would think. You're like a fresh breath of air in this dump, though. Quite unlike the quality trash I have hired here. Get yourself dressed, and I'll prepare some breakfast for ya, if you don't mind."
"Yeah, sure."
After getting on her breastplate, plated skirt, arm guards, plated gloves, leather boots, and scabbard, she headed downstairs where a sloppy looking pair of eggs, undercooked ham chops, and an oddly yellow mug of milk awaited her. The food was barely fit for the pigs, and the milk she didn't even attempt to drink, but the hospitality was welcome. After Jay, the bartender's name Valiae found out, denied another offer to pay, she packed her things and went out the front door into the town.
If she remembered what that young man from yesterday, Gaki, said when he gave her a tour of the town, north led to the merchant district. Her first assignment as a mercenary would begin in two days, so preparing for the trip would be her priority today. Who knew what awaited her now. But, if the nightmares were representative of anything, the bad would come before the good.
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