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Post by Aranel on Feb 25, 2007 20:20:17 GMT
[ModNote: Aranel was last seen in A Bite To Eat.] Aranel stood and stared at her sword with a distinct frown upon her face. She shuffled her feet, cleared her throat and looked up at the pile of hay filled sacks which she intended to thrash. Aranel held her sword firmly out to the side as her eyes flitted about her target. "Right" she murmered to herself before taking in a deep breath. She swung the sword up towards the sky and paused for a moment. Aranel's confused frown appeared again. She took a moment to think, then nodded to herself and resumed her previous position. "EAT SHINY, POINTY THINGY! MR HAY MAN!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she lunged and proceeded to thrash the sacks of hay to pieces. Aranel's sword dropped to the ground as a pout appeared on her lips. She folded her arms and shook her head, "Need a better war cry" she mumbled during her sulk. |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 26, 2007 19:15:04 GMT
*Young Grimwold strolls - not something that comes naturally to ogres, but he is always working on it - through the village. He is pleased to be taking a break from the Crazed Heifer: the air had grown stale and, after his conversation with Zeytan, YG wants to think. Leytan, whom he has just heard so much about, is an irritatingly intriguing character... "EAT SHINY, POINTY THINGY! MR HAYMAN!" *The violent cry bursts through YG's pensiveness like a swooping bird of prey. He knew of no villager named Hayman, but the man must surely be in dire trouble if he wasn't even able to scream out in fear of the attacker. With hardly a second's thought, YG grips his club and storms toward the sound of the cry, ready to save poor Hayman from brutal assault. A few moments later, YG is standing in front of the remains of a haystack, looking with embarrassment at a young lady with a sword and wishing he would get his blasted breath back so he could stop panting.* |
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Post by Aranel on Mar 3, 2007 14:24:06 GMT
Aranel looked up from her pouting and smiled, "Afternoon" she greeted Young Grimwold.
She unfolded her arms in a sigh and picked up her sword. Aranel stood and looked at the hay which was scattered about the place, she bit her lip in thought then looked up at YG, "What sort of war cry would scare you?"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 3, 2007 16:32:38 GMT
*Young Grimwold is vexed - mostly due to his lingering embarrassment over the 'hay man' misunderstanding, but partly due to the question. It would be rude of him not to answer it, but he does not welcome it. So much of the time, YG is struggling and striving not to scare people, not to come across as little more than an...*
An... an ogre's cry can be really rather scary. I know that when I hear one, there is quite often a war being fought.
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Post by Aranel on Mar 3, 2007 17:50:03 GMT
Aranel smiled politely, "I think that'd be enough to scare anyone!", she looked back at the hay "Let alone a sack full of hay".
She let out another sigh and shuffled her feet, "I just can't get it right", she looked up at Young Grimwold with wide and worried eyes, "I don't think I'm able to scare anyone".
Aranel prodded the ground with her sword, "And it's a silly sort of warrior that can't scare anyone", she looked back up at YG, "Isn't it?"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 3, 2007 18:16:12 GMT
*YG ponders this. What should somebody who wishes to frighten no one say to somebody who, it seems, wishes to scare anyone? He looks at the girl's sword.*
If you could scare anyone with just a war cry, then would you need to be a warrior at all?
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Post by Aranel on Mar 4, 2007 12:33:30 GMT
A smile appeared on Aranel's face and her previously worried eyes sparkled in cheekiness, "Indeed!"
She pulled her sword out of the ground and gave a toothy grin, "I suppose it's more fun to surprise someone anyway. I do love surprises"
Aranel looked about the place then looked up at YG, "How do you fancy a walk? Spy someone to surprise....Oh it'd such fun!"
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Post by Leytan on Mar 6, 2007 0:21:36 GMT
*Before YG could anserw Aranel. A scruffy young Urchin clutching a bunch of what apperd to Young Grimwold to be scrolls came dashing by. Unable to see where he was going clearly due to the ammount of paper he was carrying he triped and fell flat on his face in front of The young Warrioress and Oger. The papers went flying every were.*
"Bloomin Heck."
*The young lad mutterd out load and began collecting the papers together. It now became obvius to Young Grimwold that what the lad was carrying resembled in some ways a book yet with out a cover on it. The Young lad looked up at Young Grimwold and smiled a mischevius grin.*
"Ear Gov'nor you want to but a copy of The Warlock street journal?? It's the newest way of getting news and gosip about it's putting those Turbador's out of work. an it only 1 Gelp."
*YG was about to respond when a name on the front page of this strange book caught his eye. The name of LEYTAN.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 6, 2007 17:42:31 GMT
[OOC: Young Grimwold's perceptions - i.e. how things appear to him, what 'catches his eye' - are not really for others to decide. I know it's rather rude, but if you don't mind, I'm going to ignore that post; partly because I'm a bit uneasy with the concept of printed newspapers/journals in the Knightmare realm; and partly because I think YG's interest in Leytan would be a distraction at this point. I do hope to follow it up in the future, however.]
*Despite his reservations about surprising an unwitting local in the way that he has just experienced (or worse still, in the way that the hay has just experienced), YG feels a nervous excitement at Aranel's proposal. It is not often that he gets an invitation to spend time with someone. YG is reminded of his friend Robin, with whom he has failed to maintain contact. He eyes Aranel's sword. For all her warrior aspirations, she has a child-like eagerness that YG, who isn't entirely sure when he last had fun, finds appealing. And if nothing else, he'll get the walk he'd planned.*
Thank you, yes, I'm... I'd be glad to accompany you. I'm Young Grimwold, by the way.
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Post by Aranel on Mar 6, 2007 18:01:20 GMT
[OOC - it is bad manners in an rp to assume how other characters will react, unless those characters are yours and controlled by you.]
Aranel grinned and held out her hand for YG to shake, "I'm Aranel. Aranel Coamneieh."
She hadn't had much excitement in recent days, training had taken up most of her time - she was glad to finally have a chance to have some fun.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 6, 2007 18:14:42 GMT
*Handshakes have always proved an awkward moment for YG. He extends his large hand towards Aranel's... and waves meekly at it.*
Sorry. I... I tend to avoid shaking hands, because with me, it can quite easily become breaking hands. And-and in your case, a damaged hand would be a damaged sword hand, which I'm sure you wouldn't welcome. I expect it would be safe if I were shaking another ogre's hand, but any ogre I did that to would think me markedly odd. That is, if they didn't think me odd beforehand. Ah, I said hand. No pun intended.
*YG bows his head, embarrassed at his babbling.*
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Post by Aranel on Mar 6, 2007 19:51:18 GMT
Upon YG's wave at her hand her expression dropped into that of confusion.
She looked up at him. A smile slowly crept onto her face as he began to waffle.
Aranel let out a small laugh and shook her head, "Come on then!".
She began to walk, swinging her sword beside her.
"Soooo....", Aranel attempted to strike up conversation, "What's your favourite colour?" she asked rather dreamily - as if thinking of an answer for herself
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 7, 2007 16:00:29 GMT
*A voice inside YG says, "Red. BLOOD RED!" He is disgusted at this unwelcome cry from his ogre side, and forces himself to consider a better answer, a proper one.*
I'm not certain that I have a favourite. I think... I think it might be grey. There was a lot of grey where I grew up. So many textures, and shades; such diversity, in a colour that many would dismiss as dull, unappealing, neither one thing nor the other. But I like that. A balance between the complete certainty of white and the total mystery of black.
*YG worries that he has just assailed Aranel with utter nonsense. But at least it wasn't an ogrish response.*
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Post by Aranel on Mar 7, 2007 18:15:12 GMT
Aranel's eyebrows raised and her eyes widened. She pressed her lips together. She was totally confused.
After a moment of silence she smiled in response, "That's nice".
"I like...blue!...Yes I think I do like blue. Colour of the sky and all. It's a nice colour. Sort of...hopeful."
She looked about the place and smiled at people who passed by.
Aranel did like smiling a little too much, she'd probably put it down on a list of hobbies.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 7, 2007 19:08:20 GMT
Blue was a rare colour in the Dungeon. I don't know why. It almost seemed to be forbidden... or hidden. I can't quite explain it.
*Thinks: And if I tried, I'd risk boring you even more than I doubtless am now, and who could blame you?
YG reminds himself that silent self-deprecation, however deserved, is not useful when socialising. He decides to turn the conversation toward Aranel.*
Do you know the Dungeon?
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