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Post by The Hackfather on Jul 19, 2008 22:08:10 GMT -5
"Hey, which one of you is handing out Guild Keys?" Rykala says, emerging from a corner room and walking into the main hall.
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Post by Lunar Knite on Jul 19, 2008 22:20:59 GMT -5
"Not me," Volkur says. "Anyway," he continues with what he wanted to ask. "Rykala, have you joined an arena team for the Demon Palace yet? I know we were talking about it before, but there wasn't an answer."
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Post by The Hackfather on Jul 19, 2008 22:29:25 GMT -5
"No, not yet...I know its soon..." Rykala says, then looking at the blue haired girl, curious as to why she was here.
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Post by Squall on Jul 19, 2008 23:14:25 GMT -5
"I am simply trying to socialize more. This game is made to be played with people together, correct?" She says.
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Post by The Hackfather on Jul 19, 2008 23:20:11 GMT -5
"Yeah...okay..." Rykala says in response to KOSMOS, having no real problem with inviting her to the guild as the popup would appear in KOSMOS
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Post by Squall on Jul 19, 2008 23:27:52 GMT -5
"By the way....I heard something about the Demon Palace. May I ask what it is about?" She asks.
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Post by Lunar Knite on Jul 20, 2008 23:49:45 GMT -5
"The Demon Palace is the arena for PCs leveled from 1-50," Volkur says. "I was planning on asking Rykala here if we could form a team, though we would need a third member."
Volkur pauses for a moment before a look of recognition appears in his eyes. "Oh! How about you being the third person on the team? It'll be great, two beautiful women..." Volkur trails before he says a little too much.
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Post by The Hackfather on Jul 25, 2008 15:29:55 GMT -5
"Well that's awfully presumptuous..." Rykala says.
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Post by Lunar Knite on Jul 25, 2008 18:36:04 GMT -5
"Ah...I'm sorry, I should have asked you first. Will you join me in the Demon Palace tournament?" Volkur asks Rykala.
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Post by The Hackfather on Jul 27, 2008 19:19:34 GMT -5
"Yeah I already said I would, but what about our new member ?" Rykala says, diverting her eyes over to KOSMOS.
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Post by Lunar Knite on Jul 29, 2008 15:46:48 GMT -5
"Well, it's up to her," Volkur says before turning to look at KOS-MOS.
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Post by Squall on Jul 31, 2008 0:43:51 GMT -5
KOS-MOS clocked her head a bit at the sight of the two PCs.
"Very well. It gives me an opportunity to experience PvP battles first hand." She said.
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Post by Lunar Knite on Jul 31, 2008 1:05:18 GMT -5
Volkur gets a wide grin on her face at KOS-MOS's agreement. "All right! I'll go and register us then!" Volkur says in excitement before he starts to walk out of the @home. He then suddenly stops. "Oh wait, what should our team name be?"
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Post by The Hackfather on Jul 31, 2008 13:06:05 GMT -5
"I don't care, as long as it isn't something stupid." Rykala warns Volkur, knowing his inner black man would often put his foot in his mouth at times.
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Post by Lunar Knite on Jul 31, 2008 14:24:34 GMT -5
Volkur laughs nervously at Rykala's warning. "Don't worry, it'll be a great name!" Volkur reassures. Volkur then exits the @home.
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Post by Nue on Aug 2, 2008 1:32:21 GMT -5
The navy-haired brandier gated in the @home, in hopes she was here. The swordsman crossed his arm, his faint footsteps echoed through the halls of Wolf's Blood @home. Nue scanned for any life, catching Nordfru grunty from the corner of his eyes. "Hey, grunty! Have you seen Rykala anywhere?"
"I haven't" -oink- "I haven't seen her all day," said the the caretaker, leaving Nue with concern thoughts. He recalled the last time he saw her. He gathered books from the library and skated his way back home, before he caught her jugging down by his house. They shared a moment, however, everything must come to an end, right? After that, he hasn't seen her since.
"Alright, thanks" Nue muttered, leaning against the wall in hopes of Rykala's arrival.
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 4, 2008 0:39:13 GMT -5
In one of the backmost rooms, a PC was sleeping in a hammock hanging against a wall. She was quietly dozing off...her ears and tail twitching...seemingly almost unwakable. Its unknown how she got in here, since the grunty hadn't seen her..  |
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Post by Nue on Aug 4, 2008 0:58:46 GMT -5
Nue didn't stop his search just yet, checking all of the rooms. The thought of her being alone crossed his mind, but with each room he opened, no life. Searching the backrooms, Nue found himself a strange player he wasn't to familiar with. He didn't notice her around the Guild, so she was a guest? He assumed at least. She slept in a hammock that hung against the wall. Nue arched a brow, examining this unknown player. Ears, tail, and everything.
"Excuse me, but just who are you?" Nue called out, in a tone rather loud and would surely wake her up.
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 4, 2008 22:12:24 GMT -5
The PC opens her eyes...startled, looks up, and glares at Nue. She is silent for a moment...but she then yelps in surprise. A bow manifests in her hands...as arrows are nocked, and fired with gusto and ferocity at Nue...filling the Brandier's body with many pointy sticks of wood.
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Post by Nue on Aug 4, 2008 23:42:28 GMT -5
Right, a majestic sapphire. Left, a burning pink. The different-hued brandier wasn't backing down, staring deeply into the player's pair of hazel. Stronger he grew once melded with Neo-Fidchell. Silence hung in the air for a brief moment, but the brandier didn't break eye contact. She yelped in surprise, drawing her bow from subspace which clearly reminded him of Rykala. He recalled the memories of practicing her bow, using self-projected arrows and shattering boulders into thousands, maybe even millions of pieces. Just who this player was, Nue was uncertain.
Nue drew his blade from subspace as well, using pinpoint accuracy the navy-haired swordsman blocked many of her arrows, but he couldn't block them all. Even so, he stood like a warrior. Grabbing the arrows, he broke them each one off, showing little signs of pain. He drew his blade out in front of her, ready to strike when the moment called. This time, he wouldn't hesitate to attack.
Nue was a nice guy though, giving her one final chance to identify herself...
"I don't want to cause any harm. Who are you and how did you get in here?" The magical swordsman muttered, the serious expression remained dominant. A hint in his eyes signaled he wasn't playing any games with her..
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 5, 2008 15:36:22 GMT -5
"Who am I? Who the hell are you? You come into my house and draw a weapon, I should have you arrested for that!" the girl yells, aiming the bow again at Nue...irritated with his continued defiance. She gritted her teeth...as the arrow would have energy shimmer around it...if she fired it, it would cause the entire room to explode, even if it missed, and if Nue moved, she would fire..
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Post by Nue on Aug 5, 2008 15:59:58 GMT -5
Nue wasn't intimidated, it seemed this intruder's thoughts were more twisted than she believed. The magical swordsman recalled of being a Guild member. Technically, he couldn't be arrested for being a part of a Guild he was accepted in. Nue's plan wasn't going as accordingly. He didn't lower his blade, he wouldn't.
"Who am I? I'm Nue, member of Wolf's Blood. I've stated who I am. Now, I won't ask again. Who are you?" Nue's eyes hinted that he was determined to wipe this player out if he must. He wouldn't hesitate either.
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 5, 2008 17:28:00 GMT -5
"...I don't know....I just woke up here..." the girl says...not lowering her bow...and rather being ever close to releasing the arrow into Nue's skinny bum. She really didn't like how he was demanding so much, it wasn't her fault that she arrived here.
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Post by Nue on Aug 5, 2008 17:53:08 GMT -5
Confusion. The feeling hung in the air. At the moment, Nue felt she was of no harm. Even she must strike, then so be it. The young brandier lowered his blade, staring her deeply in pair of hazel hues. "You woke up here...?" He questioned, slowly decreasing the distance between the two. His footsteps silent as ever.
Will she release that arrow? Or will she let a stranger help her recover her memories and how she got here? Time will surely tell...
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 5, 2008 20:45:57 GMT -5
"Isn't that what I just said?!" the girl says, hissing like the cat she looked like, her tail arched and the hair standing on end. She glares at him, then backing away a step...not releasing the bow yet...or the arrow.
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Post by Nue on Aug 5, 2008 20:57:57 GMT -5
Majestic sapphire and burning pink hues studied her movements. She took a step back, wasn't much as Nue's legs continued to carry him over to her. Her hissing didn't frighten him, she could probably kill him right on the spot if she wished. Question was: will she? Navy-colored hair masked the young man's face, a look that could make even the purest of women into sex addicts.
"Strange, that's all." Nue muttered, before an idea rang through his head. A test he wanted to study, "Rykala?" the blade brandier asked, wondering if that was her all this time? He couldn't say, this was far beyond his head.
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 5, 2008 22:43:16 GMT -5
"That sounds...vaguely familiar..." the girl says...holding her head slightly, dropping the bow into subspace, but then running out of the room quickly, trying to get away. She had a migraine start up, and she was going through an engorging pain as her incomplete memory was getting to her.
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Post by Nue on Aug 5, 2008 22:53:25 GMT -5
Nue didn't intend on stopping her. After all, it was a test to see how she reacted. One minute, she was threatening to kill him with a ever-present bow and arrow aimed directly at the blade brandier. And after mentioning Rykala's name, pain surged through the young female's head. Nue observed her run out, deep within his own train of thought. Strange really...
At this point, Nue was planning on what he should do next? Run after her and interrogate who she really is, or let her deal with it herself. He hoped she would come back and discover who she really was. The problem is, if he didn't hunt her down, he might never see her again.
What should he do? What should he do? What should he do?
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Post by The Hackfather on Aug 5, 2008 23:03:08 GMT -5
The girl meanwhile hides in the ceiling rafters of the @home, using her cat-like agility to silently walk above the area. It was larger than one might think, and she had to get away from the light. She had fragmented memory, and she had a hard time figuring a lot of things out. She was asleep most of the time awake and thihs was the first time she spent any real time trying to figure things out.
So confusing.
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