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Post by Sylvester Hands on Oct 16, 2004 20:48:00 GMT
* Hands looks on in shock, thinking that the time may very soon come for him to act. *
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Post by Midnight on Oct 16, 2004 21:01:27 GMT
*Midnight's head felt like it was exploding.. A howl of pain escapes her lip's, reverberating around the square. Some of the villagers stop their fighting to look at the woman making the strange but very pain filled noise. Midnight stagger's to her right and losses her balance falling to the ground and rolling and then she stops. Her eyes are closed and to all appearances unconscious.....*
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 16, 2004 21:54:14 GMT
*Though it pains him deeply to stoop to such an underhand tactic... A challenge is a challenge.... Indeed, it was Midnight herself that tought him THAT trick so many years ago in the clearing...*
*She cannot fight if she cannot even keep control of her senses. The duel would be lost... He cautiously walks over to where she lies, keeping the staff to bear in case of trickery...*
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Post by Leytan on Oct 16, 2004 22:06:55 GMT
*Coriolis is surdenly aware of someone watching him intently there stare is burroing in to the back of his head. Then he feels a decided drop in the tempreture it feels like the buterest of winters he has ever encounterd, he can actualy see his breath hanging in the air as he breaths.*
"Not very sporting that, now was it."
*The low, emoitonless voice said, there was an air of mence about it.*
*It came from behind him.*
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 16, 2004 22:22:34 GMT
One does what one must.... No matter what the cost may be...
*His cloak billows backward with deceptive speed. In reality, a fast moving staff is what causes the movement...*
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Post by Leytan on Oct 16, 2004 22:24:13 GMT
*Not fooled Leytan quicklre side steps and ducks.*
"You've got rusty watcher since our last encounter."
*They are now eye to eye.*
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 16, 2004 22:56:40 GMT
What would you expect if you steal and damage the teachers prayer wheels, hmmm?
*A flash of steel cuts through the icy air causing the condensation to form a familar shape from long ago...*
Only ONE of the two were ever recovered, THIEF!
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Post by Leytan on Oct 16, 2004 23:02:59 GMT
"Mercenry or Soilder Of Fortune if you please Watcher. Theif sujest someone of low skills. I was meraly hired to steal that artifact."
"Nor was it me who damaged it, that was that poor young lad who one of your cohorts decapitated."
"As for me I'm hard to kill. But realy Wathcer I am shocked at you, I thought a warrior of your skills wouldn't need to cheat, to beat an opponat?"
"Or have your skills deminished that much in the interveing years since our encounter? I seem to remmber they were a tad rusty then as well."
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Oct 17, 2004 0:25:39 GMT
* Hands decides to wait until this fight is over as well, but keeps an eye on Midnight in case she wakes up and sneaks away. *
[OOC: Is Leytan now visible?]
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Post by Midnight on Oct 17, 2004 8:55:36 GMT
*Midnight's form is still apart from the up and down of her chest as she breathes. Her lip has begun to bleed due to it scraping on the ground as she rolled and several cuts and scrapes go down her arms.* *Though the stillness of what can be seen should not be trusted...too much. Midnight makes use of this interuption to give her head some time to ease in it's acheing. The hit to the head doing more than causing pain. The hit had caused another flashback. A familiar one. It was a flashback of a bout long ago. In a clearing. This time though instead of watching the bout like she did on he first spirit-walk she was playing the young girl's part....she relived the trick the young girl had done.....that SHE had done.* *Then voices echoed round the ring..both loud defiant, angry voices. Midnight knew them both even though she had only briefly met Leyton. With a mental sigh she waits.* *Thinks* Patience is a virture...that I haven't mastered yet...  *Minutes pass by and she get's fed up of waiting, despite how interesting the conversation is. She slowly "wakes" up and while neither man notice wallks off to get the stave that was used by Janis moments ago...* |
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Hakonatu
New Settler
A link to the past, or a threat to the future?
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Post by Hakonatu on Oct 17, 2004 18:56:29 GMT
*Walter leaves Catherine Barter's shop, he is disappointed that the brawling is still going on and reaches into his pocket, he finds his pocket knife and gets a good grip on it, ready to draw it on a would be mugger. To avoid this scenario he heads into an alley at the side of the shop, hoping to find Leytan and tell him of their newfound accomodation.* |
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 18, 2004 11:56:39 GMT
*Meanwhile, It has proved wise for the Atlantean to maintain his more 'subtle' countenance...* A mans worth is never measured by his muscle, fish man! A mans worth is measured by his actions... YOUR actions are what cause you to be worthless! *Coriolis own staff whirrs menacingly toward the barely visible form. Each attempted blow being blocked at high speed by it's intended target...* SHOW YOURSELF ATLANTEAN! Or are all of your race sssssssssssulllied by their inate cowardlynesssssss??  |
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Post by Leytan on Oct 18, 2004 12:34:07 GMT
*Leytan became visabal.*
"No use trying to insult my race Watcher. Or have you forgot?"
"I have No Race of my own, I'm an outcast from both the Atlantian culture and The Winterian race."
"Zenaphobic bastards the lot of them"
*Leytan almost spits this out in a breif moment of rage. But as quickly as it comes it is gone.*
"Intresting theroy and phliosaphy that one watcher."
A mans worth is measured by his actions
"Bit hypocritical wouldn't you say? I meen you preaching that to me. When you have just used some rather underhanded tricks on the young maiden."
*Leytan's Pirecing blue eye & his deep emeradle green eye bore a hole right through Coriolis he feels uncomfortable as if Leytan is looking right into his soal.*
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 18, 2004 12:55:16 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from A Death in the Barn.] *The ringmaster enters the square to the scenes of chaos and brawling* "*sigh* A Civil brawl, how well order is maintained by the town watch." *The ringmaster swirls round and deep freezes a large strong man who was attempting to lacerate him with an iron bar that appeared to have been pulled off a fence. Rob has drawn mild attention to himself and the thug's fellow friends, 4 similarly built men encircle the ringmaster, one with a chain, the other with a knife and the remaining two with planks of wood.* "It's one of those day's isn't it, why don't you put down the weapons, and try something constructive like poetry?" *Succeeding only in talking them into more violence rather than a career change to poets then Rob decides he'll have to fight. * "Very well, ladies first then girls, you can make your move." |
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Post by Midnight on Oct 18, 2004 13:09:29 GMT
*Midnight had grabbed the stave that she had sent skirting along the floor. Her head was pounding and her body sore but seeing 4 men surround someone she decides to help seen as this brawl was her fault. With a sigh she swings the stave low hitting one of the men's ankles and bringing him down with a thump knocking him out. Then she see's that it's RMR in the middle.*
Good to see you RMR though wish it was under better circumstances...though this may be my fault really....
*The man with the chain takes a swing at the intruder and catches Midnight's wrist. The chain wrapping itself round her wrist and the man pulling her towards him.*
Really we must get to know each other first....
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