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| LadySabre | Jul 1 2006, 02:16 AM Post #41 |
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Norban watched as the woman seemed to be thinking about what he'd said. He knew that he'd spoken clear enough for her to understand, because she'd answered him just a few moments earlier. He was about to repeat himself (slower this time) for her, when she spoke up in agreement. Good - he didn't have to use other means to convince her. He scowled at her laughter. Talking with the dark woman was not a laughing matter. It could be quite the opposite, actually. Sometimes talking with her could be rather frightening and intimidating, especially if she was unhappy with you. Even in the few hours he'd known her, he'd found that he liked her much better when she was a dark woman (a HAPPY, dark woman, nonetheless), than when she was a demon woman. Neither form was very fun to be around, but at least they were both quite lust-worthy. Norban watched the woman finish the mug of ale the barman had brought her. He was somewhat impressed by her capacity to choke down so much poison in so little time. The respect she had just been given silently was immediately retracted as she grabbed the mug that had been poured for Norban. Even if he didn't want it, it was still his. And now she was just wasting his time (no, not his time - Lady Sabre's time) by showing off or being stupid... or both. A small growl started at the back of Norban's throat as she linked her arm with his. Gently, he pulled his arm out of hers and shook his head at her. "Don't like touching," he said in his grumbling, canine voice. "Name is Norban, not 'Oh Furryone'. Quickly to the Lady..." Motioning with a sweep of his hand, he began to lead her in the direction he smelled the dark woman, and now her dark steed at a brisk pace. |
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| akuma4486 | Jul 1 2006, 03:27 AM Post #42 |
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Through out the arrival of the new guest, the exchange of words between the priestess and queen, and the relentless assault on its own character the creature stood there. It watched with uncaring eyes, no emotional response given to the harshness of the priestess' words. It had gotten time to think, think of why it did what it did. Why had the idea seemed like such a good one when it was obviously close to the worst. Its confusion had stemmed from the incident. Its brow furrowed in thought as it stared past them all, into nothing. Its soul purpose for a short time was to find a purpose and yet that was only because of the insecurity with this new found freedom. Yet not realising it until now, and now bound once again by oath and blood. It frowned, its own stupidity insulting it more than Victoria's words had. Still, the incident back at the prison was the worst part of the confusion. It had been reaching out so desperatly to find a reason to be and then a plan came to it. That was what was not fitting, it had made a decision on its own without influence from another. Although ignorant of its own current facial expressions it had been paying close attention to that of the others. Its eyes went to the new comer then to Gwenefiere once again. The hostility had left its eyes now and it stood still. Now it would wait for the business with these others to be done before speaking its part, though it was likely they would not listen. |
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| petenick_1984 | Jul 1 2006, 11:54 AM Post #43 |
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Nicholette's good humor was beginning to sour as the wolf began to clearly get annoyed with her. What the hell was up his fuzzy ass? Life wasn't mean to be lived so pissed off all of the time. And for this dark lady, she meant nothing to Nicholette. His persistance made her wonder the intentions of this dark lady. Maybe she meant to kill Nicholette, that's how it was faring so far. Well, she wouldn't die so easily. Nicholette kept close, on the right of the wolf, just enough behind for him to lead but for the wolf to know she was following. Waiting until they walked just out the front door, Nicholette noticed a couple horses tied outside. Atleast she had a get a way plan. "Mind if I smoke?" Her words muted slightly by the cigarette in her mouth. Nicholette asked as she had already pulled out the box of matches and and struck one, raising the box a bit higher than normal. The match flared, sulfer burned her nose slightly. A familiar and almost welcomed scent. It had to be killer for the wolf, considering his sense of smell was so intense. The sulfer would surely cause his eyes to water and burn the nose with the burning of the sun. Dropping the match and box just as it was ablaze, Nicholette quickly grabbed the lower, smaller sword better used for close combat, unseathed it with fluidity and swept up with the blade before the box and match hit the ground...she had practiced close combat more than most. Considering the detal of her job, getting close was always the best way to defeat your opponent. The edge so sharp, the skill of her master not only extended to trained combats, but to swordsmithing as well. The two blades she carried were his own favorites. Granted they were never enchanted by any means, but their physical features rivaled that of many. So sharp was the blade, that it would pass through bone without resistance, even if one had little strength. Being so lightweight, Nicholette had no problem weilding it or using it, and with that lack of resistance it was easy to have stealth and speed. The actual sheath was fitted perfectly to the sword, it would not fall out, but it would not have any friction as it was removed from the casing. Nicholette moved back as she swung, if he were to swipe at her, she would have to give herself a little breathing room. OOC: ok, this is the first time I have ever really fought in rp...so if I mess it up or do something wrong, please let me know. LOL in all the time I've been doing this, I have never really had to fight. She is trying to kill the wolf, so I left it up to you....lol That's why I used this char. If she ends up dying, its ok...lol |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Jul 1 2006, 06:19 PM Post #44 |
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OOCLY: ALright, My post is going to jump around a bit. So bear with me...Lol Previously... Gwenefiere allowed the messenger a walk with her. She would have felt the tingle of ill will had it been there, but mayhap he was just good at hiding it. She let him follow though, seeing as he seemed to have pressing matters with the priestess. She did not go out of her way to make the journey there easier either. No comment came from the queen though. It was not to be rude, but she had too much on her mind and didn't really even hear him. *Jumps back in place* Gwenefiere smiled as well. She remembered well all those times Victoria had sat out in a chair as Gwenefiere had worked, peering at the medallion as it glinted in the sun. Transifixed and taken by the energy that seeped from it. They were vague but fond memories. In her present state it was hard to remember, but she knew that once she was back to her true form, then it would be fresh and open for her to once again explore willingly. Her eyes ventured to the creature, the one who had said he was without purpose. She did not believe that. Mayahp his maker had given him a purpose, but that was lost with the mans life. He had to make his own, magickal being or not. She would speak to him in time though and help him sort out what the priestess could not. Though, she was sure hat the priestess knew just about as much in that direction as she. Returning her eyes to the Priestess. She understood her fear and anxiety of the situation. Gwenefiere wished really that the events of the day had been a little les trying on all of their minds, but alot had happened. They also had a great advantage over the enermy. She was not exactly familier with all that ahd happened, but she would hold confrence the next day, in the castle. There was much to be discussed. "Victoria..." She said with a mixture of concern and calmness. "You know that I have never chosen a man over you, Nor would I..." She lifted a brow and a small smirk played over her lips. "In fact, we fought over men some. I am here because I have to be, and because that is what I am. It does not make you second though." SHe tried to fix any misunderstandings, because at times she had a bad way of miswording herself. "You are the Priestess, and my best friend. Love and friendship are two different things, that can also be melded, and are in their own ways, the same. I would choose neither you nor another man over one another, but would rather that we could accept eachother." Gwenefiere looked at her with care shining in her human eyes. But her words brought forth her strength and will. Her word was power, and she did not speak a word that she did not mean. Surely the priestess knew that. She did. But Gwen knew that she had been alone for a long time. That was not fair. But It was not fair to ALain either. He was guilty by qassociation that was not even meant. SHe had risen to the Beach, then made her way hell bent to the castle. Then, collapsed in the temple where the golems had bathed and dressed her. Well, after that, Alain had come to her temple and the connection sparked. It was by neither of their choices, but by fate, or some cunning force that held power of their lives. Goddess or not, Gwenefiere was still inable to control destiny, or what ever you wanted to call the twisted energy.Her thoughts moved briefly to Alain. She wondered how he was managing on he search. She quickly returned her thoughts to Voctoria though, lest bring the womans wrath upon herslf. "I see how you would feel that way." Gwenefiere said, dropping her eyes to the floor. "But You know me better than anyone. We have stood side by side to rule this continent for thousands of years. Do not doubt me now, when you need me the most, and I need you as well. This is bigger than us, this is a whole civilization that lives by our word. Let us not let them down." She looked into Victoira's face for understanding and embraced her. It was definately good to be home. She listened with interest as Victoria then verbaly assulted the creature. She had momentarily forgotten about the man, who smelled much like a wolf, but he would be brought once again to her attention in later context. He was an odd character, the thought played blindly through the back of her mind. He was not of Dhenn Blood, but he was something close. She decided she would interrogate him later. "I do not think that it is his fault that he is so trapped without. He did not ask for this to happen to him." Gwenefiere brought up, as she stepped towards a book shelf, fixing one of the tomes that had fallen mishappen in it's place. The Binding was busted and needed repairing. "Have you thought that maybe his master was killed before he could finish the creatures spell? Or Mayhap the Man ent about it all wrong. Wither way, I think he may have little control ovre his being, and is tormented by it." SHe looked to him without feeling. She was thinking, trying to put in something to his favor. Mayhap he did take advantage of Victoria, but Gwenefiere wasn't sure if it was out of a need he did not understand or just that he felt provoked. Without the knowledge of what had happened, she had no way to say what happened. But she felt a bit of concern for the creature. "Victoria...Mayhap he needs to build a personality. Maybe he has one, but does not know where in it's existence it is. If it truely had no personality, it would not have been affected by your blood." It was a good point. "Calm yourself though, You have been through a lot and need to sort all of it out before you rashly jump to conclusions." The Queen lay a supportive hand on Victoria's shoulder, to share the calm that Gwenefiere closely associated with Victoria. At the Mention of the other, Gwenefiere's face lit with rememberance, and turned to him. She really didn't know anything about him accept for the fact that he had brought the invitation to Marsopt. "I couldn't tell you much..." She said, with a half smile. Turning to him as well, she admired him. A bit on the doggish side, but not troubling to the eyes in the least. "He brought this for us. He said he wanted to speak with you as well. I allowed him to come with me. He dosen't seem to be harmful...or he would have no longer had his head. I'm not in the mood for drama..." "State your business with the priestess." She said not quite flatly. A touch of her own arrogance flodded from her rose colored lips. She was curious what this one had to say to her. Handing the Invitation ot VIctoria, she smiled. "This is for you as well." The Priestess would read it later, and make a decision. Returning her eyes to The other, she listened with intrest. She saw his own intrest moving between her and the priestess. It was understandable. They were two very beautiful women, with wild hearts and untameable ways. Quite irriststable really. |
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| LadySabre | Jul 3 2006, 04:57 PM Post #45 |
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"Always, General," Sabre chuckled quietly. She followed him to where they could both take a look at the map in the light better. A scowl remained on her face as she thought about who had been in possession of this map and almost had the chance to use it. She just hoped they hadn't had messengers or other copies of the map. Her eyes moved back up to the General as he spoke out again. "That is understandable, General. I can possibly call in a favor from an... old friend... if need be. The lycan forces will be doing much better, I expect, as they are now aware of the threat those with an X on their shoulders pose to their city and their Queen. Speaking of which... I do not want her majesty to be worried about this for the time being. She and Priestess Victoria need time to get re-acquainted. Until they are back together and on good terms, this city will never be the same and neither will be able to weild as much power as she should. If anything, I believe we should keep a small, informed group of lycan guards near their location so that once they do reunite and see the city in disarray, they will be able to be informed and help out. If what I've been hearing and seeing about our enemy is correct, we're going to need much more than physical force to defeat him." She stopped rambling and nodded. She feared nothing, especially not death. She'd been there and back... twice. "As have I," she murmured. "T'was no problem. Alain and Norban helped." As the General grabbed a guard and hoisted him in the air, Sabre's eyes scanned the streets for her servant. There was no sign of him yet. She frowned and turned back to the General as he finished dishing out orders to the wolf. She nodded to the wereguard as he scurried past, bloodied scroll in his hand. Moving to the General, she put a hand on his shoulder. "I understand what you say, but I do not understand how peace feels," she whispers. "It must be nice..." Turning her attention back to the streets, she finally sees something familiar making its way towards the temple - a large wereguard with a breastplate. She perks a brow at the extra two wereguards. Needless to say, she would be making fun of Norban later. An idea strikes Sabre and she turns to the General. "My servant, Norban was a member of the enemy's army - he still wears the breastplate they gave him as one of the more powerful wolves. It has the symbol of our enemy upon it. Perhaps if you saw it, you would know who we are dealing with and how to combat him better. The woman they have in tow with them may be a spy for the enemy. She slipped out of the alley near the guard barracks after Norban, Alain and I cleaned up the place," a small glint of fire in her eyes told the General she was not talking about with soap and water, "so I sent Norban to find out why she'd been eavesdropping. He comes with her now," she said pointing down to the small group. |
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| LadySabre | Jul 3 2006, 04:59 PM Post #46 |
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Norban sighed as the woman he was escorting to Lady Sabre began to get visibly annoyed. He rolled his eyes as she slowed her walking speed some so that she was following him on his right side. Sucking in a deep breath, he made sure to keep himself alert. Angry, annoyed women were not good things to have following oneself. Angry, annoyed women were not good things to have in front of oneself... or anywhere near oneself for that matter. "Me no care. We outside, so smoke drift away. Smells better than dirty wolf," he growled, trying to keep the conversation as light as he could without making it too friendly. She wasn't his friend, and she shouldn't be treated as thus. For all he knew, she was an enemy, but he figured he would try to keep her in a good mood as long as he could. He heard the sound of the match as she struck it across the side of the matchbox. Another, more distinct and familiar sound entered his sensitive ears, though, and the fur on the back of his neck bristled. At first, he was afraid someone was about to attack the lady he was escorting, but as he spun, he realized, to his dismay, that SHE was attacking HIM. With a look of surprise on his face, Norban hopped back. The tip of her sword scraped across the metal of his breastplate, making a loud grating noise. This attracted the attention of a pair of wereguards prowling the streets a few buildings away. Drawing their shortswords, they charged forward to see what was going on. Norban held his hands up as if to say "Whoa". He mentally scowled down at the large gash now on the front of his breastplate. "What are you doing?" he growled at the woman. "You said okay to go see Lady Sabre - why you attacking Norban?!" By now, the pair of wereguards had reached the scene of the fight. One growled something beneath his breath and both Norban and Nicholette would quickly find they could not move their bodies in any way, shape or form. "What going on?" one asked Nicholette. The other kept his eyes on Norban. The wolf was quite obviously the one being attacked in this situation and hadn't seemed to throw any attacks back at the woman, but that wasn't to say he didn't initiate the fight verbally. Narrowing his eyes, the wereguard quickly widened them again in realization and nudged his partner quietly before whispering something to him. This caught the first guard's attention and he looked over to Norban as well. "Need help?" he asked the large wolf, whom he now recognized as the Lady Sabre's new pet. "Don't know. The dark woman wanted to speak with her," he tried pointing to Nicholette, but found he still couldn't move his body. With a mental shrug, he continued, "so she said okay and I was taking her there, but now she tries to kill me! What for?" he snarled at Nicholette. "You supposed to be living when the Lady sees you 'cause she wants to talk to you, so Norban can't kill you. Making it very hard for Norban to do his job. Not very nice of you, you sneaky woman." The wereguards exchanged glances with each other. Never had they had to deal with a situation quite like this. With a soft shrug, the first wereguard moved to Nicholette, taking the sword from her hand. Sheathing his own, he pulled her hands behind her and tied them together with a bit of rope from his belt. There was still an extra few feet of extra rope, but he continued to hold her hands together after they were tied. Men were fiesty when tied up, but women were tricksy AND fiesty. If Lady Sabre wanted to speak with this woman, he'd make sure she was able to. Nodding to his patrol partner, the second wolf let the encasement spell drop from the forms of Nicholette and Norban. The first wolf's muscles tensed, just in case she decided to do anything. The trio of wolves then began to head down the street once again in the direction of the temple. Norban made sure to keep himself behind the woman, so the figuration ended up with Nicholette in front, Norban and her captor in the middle and the second wolf taking up the rear. OOC: WooT! Old school!... just didn't really know how that forcefield thing that we had in the yahoo group worked, so I made the wereguard set it off (note the mumbling beneath his breath). LoL. Ah well. Thought it'd be fun. Haha. I also didn't want Norban and Nicholette to fight because I rather enjoy the RP with her around, and Norban, too! LoL. So I didn't want either of them to die. Perhaps they can spar later. ;P |
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| petenick_1984 | Jul 4 2006, 06:28 PM Post #47 |
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Nicholette bared her teeth as the wolf had gotten himself out of the way of her sword and kept his life. Noticing the other wolves coming, Nicholette was unable to resheath her sword, thus caught in action. However, she was not expecting the paralyzation she felt suddenly. Fortunately it happend to the wolf too. The other two were not affected at all, and she figured they were the ones to create the effect. It seemed the wolf she had been engaged with was not an equal to the others, this she could try to use to her advantage. "Liar! He tried to rob me when I came outside for a smoke, see!" Nicholette looked at the fallen match box and cigarette, "I was just too fast and he didn't realize who he had messed with, that's why you saw him not attacking. I have no idea who this woman is that he's talking about. This is my first visit to this city." As the wolf took her sword, Nicholette could have cussed him out for even touching it, but she wasn't in the position to agrue at the moment. Being tied was never pleasant, but she was familiar with it. Especially considering her first job was as a prostitute. If there was one thing men liked, it was to be tied up but even more so tie the women up. She could get out of the knot the wolf tied easily, but for now she would cooperate. Being tied actually reminded her of various encounters she had had earlier in her life. One john was going to kill her afterwards, but he too could not keep her bound. So he wound up dead instead. She couldn't run until she had her sword. Nobody touched her sword and got away with it, much less took it away from her. Walking she turned her head to talk to the wolf. "So why isn't he tied up?" Stopping quickly, Nicholette leaned back against the wolf that held her, supporting her enough to lift her feet, take the wolf by his neck and pull him down. Would he not comply with her force, his neck would snap with the pressure. Nicholette had some killer legs... At any release or slack in the grip on her hands and she would be free of the ropes as well. And once he was down, she would position herself so that were she to become paralyzed again, all of her weight would go to his neck, thus snapping it as well. And she would be on top of the brawl one way or the other. "I suggest you return my sword." OOC: its actually 4 wolves to make the field, but its ok, I'm just glad you remembered them! lol Nicholette is just a freak, that's why she is this way...lol Nicholette is a bounty hunter through and through, so when it comes to escape and all that, she really has her bases covered, so I hope that works. As for lots of other things like magic she is really weak. I just don't want it to seem like I am god molding or anything. |
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| the_marauder | Jul 5 2006, 10:07 PM Post #48 |
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Winking at the queen, he walked into the room. "I couldn't have said it better myself, your highness," a low chuckle under his breath. Continuing forward in the priestesses breath taking presence, he thought to himself, Damn she's sexy when she's angry Taking her hand, Crisping kissed the top. "So you must be the priestess?" looking to the other being in the room, he didn't really know what the hell it was, "Do you need me to dispose of this entity?" He got down to buisness. "Your presence is requested at Casino Kelpie. It is a benefit for the recent tragic deaths of two young girls. My master requested yours and the queen's presence more than anything else, as two of the most beautiful and influential people. It is good to have popular faces aiding the families of the victims. For you, the queen and a guest of choice for each, everything from the drinks to the rooms is a gift. All proceedes that day will go to the families." With a short bow, he kisses her hand again and turned to focus his gaze back upon the queen. |
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| LadySabre | Jul 6 2006, 12:23 AM Post #49 |
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OOC: Hey, Alain - I'm gonna move Sabre and Shale and company's posting back over to "A Different Patrol" so that we don't get in the way of Akuma, Vic and Gwen's posting.
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| LadySabre | Jul 6 2006, 12:49 AM Post #50 |
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OOC: Well, err... That wolf was a special one... *shifty eyes* LoL *hops back IC* The wereguards looked down at the matchbox Nicholette stared at while trying to tell her side of the story. One wolf smirked in his canine way and nodded. "Welcome to Ombra di Notta..." the wereguard said to her with a chuckle that sounded more like a mix between a snarl and growl. He was glad she was cooperating somewhat as he escorted her to the Lady Sabre. "There. My master is ahead," Norban growled up to Nicholette. He stopped short and his eyes narrowed as he watched the bitch flip the wolf holding her hands tied tightly. Letting out a large, menacing bark, he pulled his sword from his sheath. She was beginning to get on his nerves. The dark woman could easily see what was going on, so if he spilled her blood, she would know that it was not his fault. The wolf on the ground now growled lightly, but was smart enough to keep himself still beneath the pressure of her body. His partner snarled from behind Nicholette, but he seemed to see what her plan was should he try anything to help him. Norban didn't care whether the guards died, but he sensed their comraderie and knew that Sabre would not be happy with him if he did anything rash that would jeopardize one of their lives. From atop the temple stairs, Sabre watched the woman she guessed had been slinking around in the alleyway flip one of the wereguards over her head and onto the ground... while tied up. She perked a brow and grinned some... until the woman kept herself on top of the wereguard as if threatening his life should either Norban or the guard's partner try to help him. With a growl, Sabre held out her hand in front of her. A flashing white portal opened before her and she darted in. Not even a second later, she appeared in the middle of the street behind the woman. Althea rest lightly between Sabre's fingers as she held the blade up to the side of the woman's neck. "You would do well to get off of him, ma'am," Sabre said with a quiet smile the woman couldn't see unless she had eyes in the back of her head, but that was easily heard in her voice. "If I'm correct, you're just the woman I wished to speak with. I'm sorry if any of these pups threatened you or frightened you in any way, but rest assured you're safe with the General and myself so long as you do not act out brashly." Sabre slowly moved Althea back and away from the woman's neck, but the sword was ready at any moment to shock her. If the woman so much as moved the wrong way, she would have a bolt of lightning sent through her body, causing her to convulse and twitch. "Now, if we can try to be civilized, I'd like to invite you to my house. It's just down the street. If you'd rather the wolves not accompany, I can send the two guards on their way, but Norban stays with me as he is my protector. He can stay outside, however, if that would make you more comfortable. I just have a few questions for you. Nothing too dangerous, I promise," she chuckled quietly, sending the woman a playful wink. |
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