aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
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Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 6:14:57 GMT
Aisha, of course, fell under the category of one of the mages that this person had tricked before-- of course she'd still received her goods, but it wasn't like she was in it for the money. It was the promise of adventure that had lured her in, and the fact that she never got what she had originally wanted had made her be a general loser to the nobleman after the mission's completion. That is to say, after she found out that there was nothing at all except an empty ghost ship and dust bunnies for treasure. She wanted real pirates, after all. Nevertheless, she'd wound up at Akane beach every time, almost like she was drawn in by every silly request that this nobleman came up with. Probably because she was-- as much as she had gotten acclimated to the disappointment that usually followed these missions, she also had a morbid dread of anyone except her finding the treasure and having an adventure without her, so she'd voluntarily signed herself up for the disappointment. Today, she was dressed in a casual pink shirt and a fluffy white flair scarf, having ditched most of her bags at some low-class resort to retrieve later. In one hand there was a bracelet from which three silver keys glistened, and then in the other there was the crumpled parchment of the mission, hastily taken from some notice board for the other. As she walked, with bright sunspots dancing in her eyes, she almost had a collision with a blue haired mage walking in nearabout the same direction as she was. The keys on her bracelet jangled as she came to a sudden halt. "Ahh! I'm sorry about that--" she started, but then stopped because she recognized the girl-- her hairstyle, like Aisha's, hadn't exactly changed over time. " Rialle," she exclaimed, a smile across her face. Rialle was just as independent as she was, sassy, and three inches shorter than her. There was no reason for Aisha to not like the girl. "You're in Akane?" It was a bit of rhetorical question, but it functioned as a greeting of sorts, Aisha supposed. "I'll take a wild guess and say that Ferdus lured you in as well?" She gave a wave to Hoku as she spoke, playing the part of that one friend that acted a bit more familiar than she actually was, whether to the other person's amusement or annoyance. |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103 
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 15, 2016 13:48:22 GMT
Ah, Akane Beach. Soft sand, crystal clear water, and warm sun with just the right amount of cloud cover. Jaeger didn't come here often, as he wasn't much a fan of swimming, but every now and again he just couldn't resist. This place was just so relaxing, and nobody would bother you if you just laid down in the sand, put on your sunglasses, and passed the fuck out because you had nowhere else to sleep. Yep, life was grand.
As Jaeger snored on the beach, however, Poogie took the opportunity to go on a little adventure. Using his charms to swinedle people out of their most delicious of foods, the little pink pig made his way across the beach on a unique sort of pub crawl. Eventually the little piggie paused, tiny snout twitching as he smelled something familiar. Not something delicious, mind you, but something that often LEAD to deliciousness (after a good bit of rough and tumble).
"Rrrnk! Rrrnk!" he oinked as he took off down the beach towards his floppy-eared friend Hoku. He nudged the other creature with his snout to get his attention, and then nuzzled his little face into Hoku's soft fur.
Meanwhile, a couple of children had begun to build a sandcastle on top of Jaeger. |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 15:27:08 GMT
Aisha was glad to see a familiar face. The only reason she didn't like coming to visit Akane beach for these weird stunts was the fact that she'd be working with group of unfamiliar people, and as awesome as meeting mages was, it wasn't always interesting when she didn't know them well enough, and pairings had ending in disasters before. "I've been doing great. Managed to stay out of trouble for a bit, but this client's got me coming back, I guess." She offered another smile, and then laughed to go along with Rialle's laugh. "Yep." She nodded. " Though it would be nice if that passion led somewhere this time, you know?" A little glint in her eye. "His handsome reward turns a bit uglier when you compare it with finding forbidden treasure, no?" She gave Hoku a wink. " Hoku agrees with me righ---"She gives a bit of a gasp as Hoku's rammed by a pig flying through the air, though her surprise is short lived and it turns into a look of thinly veiled admiration as Rialle handles the matter with ease. "Jaeger? He's the other mage for the quest?" Aisha grins widely. "You sure do get around huh?" Her eyes wandered to Hoku and the pig, now literally in flight, and she gave a quizzical but definitely amused look, before eventually Rialle called for her again. "Ooh, nothing much--" Rialle didn't really need to now about her less than legal pursuits, anyway. "I'm hoping to have one today though." Aisha gave her a wink. "And you? Still travelling around doing odd jobs and missions?" she asked. Sure, Aisha was a mage too, but she took missions only out of personal interest, so it was fun hearing the stories of others once in a while. She was the type that would do a mission, take the profit, and go for months without activity as long as she could indulge herself. While still giving Rialle an ear, Aisha began to walk towards the pier, eyeing the docks to the side for the familiar boat of the nobleman. Sure enough, it was there, in all its red and ivory glory. Aisha made a face in her mind. Too flashy for her liking. Definitely not a pirate's boat. |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 15, 2016 16:17:40 GMT
When presented with Hoku's sweet bun, Poogie had to exercise a great deal of self control not to do a little dance. You see, Poogie LOOOOOVED sweet buns. They were the most delicious of foods. Accepting the sweet bun gracefully - that is, snatching it enthusiastically from Hoku's little hands - Poogie devoured the sweet bun with gusto. The thing never stood a chance. He looked up at Rialle and snorted as she mentioned Jaeger. Jaeger? Jaeger who? I don't know any Jaeger who will definitely want a sweet bun and thus will reduce the total number of sweet buns available for the adorable little piggie.
But alas, soon he and Hoku were airborne, heading straight for Jaeger. As they landed directly on top of him - sending the castle-building children scattering, the man woke with a start, the wind knocked out of him. Hoku called his name, and Poogie stifled a grunting little laugh.
"Hooooooooly shi-hey it's Hoku. What are you doing here?" Jaeger sat up, taking the two small creatures in hand and moving them to the beach next to him. He stood, brushing sand off of himself and frowning. He'd have sand in his pockets for WEEKS.
"Wait, if you're here then Rialle must be around too. Well, I'm awake now, so I may as well go see how she's doing. Maybe she can buy me a hot dog or a sweet bun or something."
He headed off in the direction that he assumed Hoku and Poogie must have come from, considering the long trail of peoople who were shocked and surprised by the flying rabbit and his piggie friend. As he went, he ran his fingers through his hair. Yep. Sand. Sand all up in his hair. Great.
Arriving at the pier, Jaeger produced his switchblade comb from his pocket and began to run it through his glorious pompadour, repairing the damage that had been done by sand and sun, and removing the sand at the same time. Oddly enough, Rialle was with some other woman. A woman with an interesting set of keys on her wrist.
"Rialle, I didn't expect to see you here today. Any particular reason Hoku and Poogie were power-bombing me in my sleep? I may never recover. Who's this?" |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 16, 2016 12:23:42 GMT
"Oh, man," Aisha made a face. " If there's anything that's the pits its all that effort gone to waste." She laughed at Rialle's comment on the nobleman's disposition, and then gave her own comment. "Definitely. Anymore of these goose hunts and there's bound to be a dent even in his heart and his wallet." But she shrugged and, trying to end on a more positive note, she said, "But I'm hopeful, you know! And hey-- isn't this our first mission together? Which obviously means something cool is going to happen yeah? A water mage and a celestial mage." She gave the girl a grin. She didn't know explicitly that Rialle was a water slayer, so there was that. But she guessed enough that Rialle was a water mage of some sort, and as for the rest of the truth, it was simply never come up. It wasn't like Rialle had ever gone out of her way to ask Aisha what her keys were, so it wasn't surprising Aisha hadn't bothered to inquire. And then the conversation widened, and all of a sudden there was a man with an obnoxious pompadour standing besides her, and Aisha watched with full interest as the comb he produced forced its way through his hair and forced sand to fall back onto the beach. She couldn't help but give a twisted smile-- for some odd reason this man reminded her of all the countless customers that would visit Hargeon, and the nostalgia hit her like a brick. "Nice to meet you, there," she said a little sarcastically as the man asked Rialle directly who she was instead of just asking her. It was more of a childish complaint than anything, although she did feel overlooked and the sudden new people gathering around. "Jager," she tested the name on her tongue a bit, and then waved happily to the man-- granted, a little too childish, but whatever. First meetings should always be off on the right foot. “Ria, my Pearl of the Sea! Aisha, sweet Aisha… and whoever you are,” Aisha turned at the sound of that voice, greeted with the rather eccentric appearance of Ferdus for the upteenth time. She was used to it, but always baffled by his seemingly never ending collection of pirate hats. Maybe she'd have a collection like that too, some day. Ferdus was greeted by one of her waves, and Rialle said pretty much everything on her mind, so she didn't say much. " Ditto," she echoed, but then added, "This time don't forget the extra two for Orion and Hydra." Last time it had been quite a disaster, with Aisha jumping the gun a little too unprepared. The nobleman chuckled and reassured her, and then trotted to the edge of the pier, where seven little anklets awaited them. Wearing them, as she had been told on her first day, would allow the user to breathe under water. They were pretty, and extremely useful, and Aisha had always wanted to own one, but alas she always wound up with people around her on these missions so she never got the chance to take one for herself. [/quote] |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 17, 2016 2:52:18 GMT
"Nice to meet you, Aisha. Correct me if I'm wrong, but are those Celestial keys? I've never met a Celestial wizard before. You'll have to show me your spirits sometime." He put his comb away and straightened his jacket. He'd become more curious about Celestial Spirits as of late, especially in regards to how they might interact with his own magic.
Looking at the mission flyer, Jaeger nodded. "Sunken treasure, eh? I'm not huge on swimming but I AM huge on big money so count me in." That was around when Ferdus showed up, offering a grand greeting that fell somewhat short when it came to Jaeger himself. He tried not to be insulted, but he had to admit to himself that it bugged him a bit. He was sure that his name was more recognizable than that. Oh well.
"I'm assuming this clown is the client?" he said quietly to Rialle, and then heard about the underwater breathing 'doohickies', "Oh thank god, I was worried I'd have to turn my head into a fish again. Was not looking forward to that."
Taking off his jacket and slinging if over his shoulder, he gave Ferdus a strong thumbs up. "I'm ready whenever you guys are. Rialle, you mind leaving Hoku here to keep Poogie company? He's not much for the water and doesn't do too well on boats. Kinda like you and trains, and you and cars, and you and motorcycles, and you and skateboards, and you and scooters, and you and roller skates..." |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 17, 2016 15:30:59 GMT
"Ah? No, no, you're absolutely right." She nodded, happy that someone acknowledged how cool her keys were. It could be because she'd discovered her magic absolutely unintentionally, but she cherished it and all her spirits a lot more than anything, as annoying as they could be sometimes. "I'd be more than willing," she said, a smirk lighting up her face. Aisha gave the man a quizzical and yet definitely amused look when he mentioned being turned into a fish again, and just about then decided that this group was definitely one her favorite mage groups she'd encountered by far. As Rialle whispered her ear, Aisha giggled and nodded. "And mine-- we actually ran into some mermaid fins..." she would have continued but of course, but the topic changed its course and she suddenly remembered. " Ah right-- you're a water mage, aren't you?"
Ferdus confrimed her suspicions by saying she didn't need her little water anklet, and as Aisha sat down by the pier, instantly working on getting her anklet tight enough, so she was a bit further from the group. "Are you a--"But then The new guy, Jaeger, began to go on about her motion sickness, and Aisha did a double take. "No way, you're a slayer too, huh?" She gave Rialle her wide eyes happy to have met her third slayer so far. Thankfully Cain had already numbed down all the rumors she'd heard concerning them, so she didn't ask why Rialle didn't look like a dragon or anything dumb. Yet. [/quote] |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 18, 2016 1:15:13 GMT
Jaeger smiled at Aisha, glad that she was willing to show him her spirits. He was eager to test a theory he'd come up with, and finally had a chance. Hopefully they could do so once this mission was said and done. Speaking of this mission, Ferdus started to go on about some pirate or other. It was actually a pretty cool story - like something out of one of Jaeger's favorite comic books. A sunken, booby trapped ship? Sounded exciting. Jaeger leaned against a nearby mast.
"So what sort of traps are we talking about here? Poison-tipped darts, spike pits, giant saw blades meant to cut your head off?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Think there might be Mimics? I've never see one in person, I'm not even sure they're real!"
Even more excited now that there was some chance - even if it were a chance he'd fabricated entirely - that he may encounter a rare and dangerous monster, he leaned forward towards Ferdus. Hopefully the man's story would be able to confirm whether or not mimics would be a potential threat. |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
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Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 19, 2016 14:31:53 GMT
Aisha giggles at Rialle's questions, and as though what she was holding back was some sort of secret, she whispers (loudly)-- "Because it was their tails-- shed mermaid tails. All white and sickly, floating across the sea." She tries to make it sound exciting without paying much heed to Rialle's blunt questioning, and hopefully her expertise pays off and she manages to get an excuse to bug Rialle into another seas visit later. Sure, they haven't started the mission yet, but Aisha has a feeling she'll enjoy herself. "--Oh," Aisha says, and then watching Rialle slump onto the boat, she skips on to it, unaffected by the sways of the boat. If anything, Aisha's probably the veteran here when it comes to boats. Maybe not the sea, seeing as Rialle's magic practically guaranteed she couldn't be trumped, but boats were what she grew up with. She gigles and reaches over to pat Rialle. "You've seen one, you've seen them all, huh?"Aisha's not paying attention to Ferdus's speech to the pompadour-wearing man, instead rather happy with her psoition on the boat. She looks over to Jager when it's done. "Are you ready?" she asks, out of politeness, but in the end, she ends up waiting only a few seconds for him to respond before turning back to Rialle. The sickly condition of her friend puts a soft smile on her face, something that could easily and yet wrongly be interpreted as pity. With both hands, she attempts to hoist Rialle up and into the water. Hopefully the slayer wouldn't resist-- Aisha has a gut feeling it's what her friend would've wanted her to do. [/quote] |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 20, 2016 2:48:21 GMT
Jaeger casually leaned over and rubbed Rialle's back when she bent over the side of the boat. Friends don't worry about silly things like social barriers - if your friend is gonna puke, you rub their fucking back. That's just what you fucking do. No exceptions. He continued to listen to Ferdus as he rub-rub-rubbed.
"Knife sharks? Now THOSE I'll believe when I see. I mean, how would a shark even HOLD a knife? It's just so impractical. I mean, unless someone helped out by like tying the knives to their fins but that's hardly a viable solution. Unless maybe the Mimics were PRETENDING to be knife sharks, but that wouldn't make much sense because who would happily approach a knife shark only to discover 'Oh shit, that's a mimic'?"
Not noticing that the boat was slowing to a halt, Jaeger made an impatient face. He was ready to go already. What was taking so long? He wanted to see some mimics!
"Are we theeeeeeere yet?" |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 21, 2016 2:11:36 GMT
"Kya--!" Aisha let loose a girlish scream and Rialle attempted to through her overboard, which, due to the dragon slayer's strength and Aisha's own fragile body, almost too easily succeeded. The celestial spirit mage was tossed into the sky, clothes and all, and landed with an unceremonious splash into the water. Bubbles followed her struggle to control herself once beneath the waves, before she realized it was okay if she breathed under water. When she did she switched from frantic flailing to childish pouting. "Aahhh, Rialle's so lamme," she complained, to no one but the deep blue sea. The ship was moving further away, and Aisha was a pretty competent if not out right great swimmer, but she wasn't in the mood of chasing after a ship of all things. Upon her own remark against the water dragon's temper tantrum, there was a voice from the key that she hung around her neck. "Obviously. You invaded the space of someone that was motion sick and then tired to shove them into the water.""Shut it," Aisha warned, but her smile was still present. Unlike Hydra her other spirits, she couldn't really get mad at Orion. They'd known each other for too long. She began swimming towards the ship, glad that it had stopped not to far from her point of landing. "Hyaa, but you know, she really can't take a joke aimed at her can she?"
The key trailed along, bound to her neck by a black thread. "Well you know hardly know her. Why would she?""Are you her mother or something!" Aisha groaned. It was like having a debate with her conscience, which didn't make sense because the girl was positive she had no conscience to speak of. Orion filled that empty hole, in a way. Either way, she wasn't mad about being thrown into the water-- she would hardly ever do something as a prank which would offend her, after all. She was just mad that her own attempt hadn't worked.
"Any way, we're going to play a prank on her."
"..."The celestial mage could practically hear Orion's eyeroll. Aisha began swimming deeper, positioning herself far under where the other two would likely land. She didn't quite think a dragon slayer sense of smell would work so far under water (at least, it was enough to make her want to try, because every time she tried something with Cain it would always end up a failure), and she made sure to stay out of view before casually trying to grab on to one of Rialle's legs.
"Boo!" she cried out, and then would quickly let go if she sensed any sort of viscous backlash from the tempered slayer. After all, getting her own bit of fun turned against her was not something she's want to repeat. She'd laugh, probably, and then wave with a smile. It was hard to get Aisha seriously mad or offended, after all (probably the only reason she was well received) and Rialle was definitely a friend of sorts. She would then turn to try and locate Jaeger-- he seemed like the more business-like of the bunch. But honestly she was mostly curious as to how his hair would look under water. |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 21, 2016 3:59:06 GMT
"Welp. Up and over then, I guess." With that, Jaeger took off his jacket, boots, and pants and leapt overboard in nothing but his boxer shorts and sarashi. Hitting the water with a splash, he realized in that moment that he'd made a grave error. His memory flashed back to mere minutes ago - Rialle telling him to put on a shiny bracelet. He'd ignored her, and neglected to put it on.
He wasn't wearing his underwater breathing doohickey.
As the bubbles from his impact rushed past him, he was briefly obscured from view. He had to make a decision in that moment, and it was a decision he was indeed loathe to make. His magic allowed him to breathe under water pretty easily, but he hated to use it. As the bubbles cleared, he used his Take Over magic to turn his head into that of a giant, gaping carp.
"Alright," he blubbed, trying to change the subject before it could even become a subject, "Let's get to treasure hunting, shall we?" |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Post by aisha loveless on May 21, 2016 6:36:28 GMT
Aisha giggled enough at Rialle's reaction, glad the girl wasn't annoyed this time, or she'd seriously start suspecting so lack of fun in the dragon slayer that had first seemed so appealing. Rialle seemed shocked and mildly irritated, with more of a "What am I going to do with you" look with that whole headshake. It was funny to watch, at least. Aisha's eyes soon grew bored of Rialle, looking to her left to find--- a fish. A look of horror came over her, as she sudden suspected some kind of monster wearing Jager's clothing, but instead came to the realization that it was Jaeger. Aisha burst into a fit of laughter, catching herself quickly and then wiping a non-existent tear (or maybe there was one) from her eyes. "Oh god, we're probably the oddest trio you've ever seen, Ferdus," she said, looking over to the client in question. Sadly, the man wasn't paying her much heed, and instead rattling on about a device that was handed to them. Aisha took it and examined it with the curiosity of a cat, before looking back up at the group. "I'm used to going about this alone, but hey, you can't waste such an opportune moment." She kicked herself so she wasn't walking on the ground-- swimming would likely be easier, and positioned herself by Rialle. "I'm excited to see some hyper-powered dragon slaying magic in its element." She had once fed Cain with poison to see how it'd go, but surrounding a dragon slayer with their element and begging them to fight in it was a different matter entirely. "Though I wouldn't mind going with Mister Fish head Jager, either. Ahh, it's up to you honestly. Who ever wants mine and Hydra's help."It was a Wednesday, so she couldn't call on Orion. Somehow, it didn't stop him from speaking to her, though. |
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Beast Fist Jaeger
Magic Council
Posts: 103
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: TAKE OVER
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Post by Beast Fist Jaeger on May 21, 2016 16:09:59 GMT
Jaeger had known it was a mistake to come on this mission. Anytime he ended up in the water, he ended up with a fish head. Unfortunately, however, he had no other means of breathing underwater. Any cool-looking aquatic monsters had eluded him up to this point. What a shame.
"Splitting up sounds potentially hazardous," Jaeger said, ignoring Aisha's nickname for him, "Especially since the client is coming with us, which is pretty unorthodox if you ask me but hey not my call. It might be best to travel like a school of fish - somewhat in unison, but with a certain amount of autonomy. Branch out on our own but stay within a certain distance of one another. Besides, it's a fucking sunken ship, how hard can it be to find?"
Jaeger looked down, deeper into the water. He couldn't see anything from where it was, but there was a fair distance down to go. He suspected he'd have an easier time seeing in the murky depths than his friends, considering his eyes were those of a fish. Stupid as it looked, the fish head came in handy. |
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