Lance Firebrand
Freelancer
Posts: 64 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: FIRE GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/30/lance-firebrand
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/48/gods-breath-lances-plotter
Alias: Phoenix
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Post by Lance Firebrand on May 15, 2016 13:25:55 GMT
Lance exhaled sharply, he had to take up a job request and finish it as soon as possible and he couldn’t afford wasting time just to not take the train. He stood there, his eyes narrowed as he gulped at the bare thought of traveling on that damn thing. “C-come on.. just a little bit of effort and I’ll be fine..” - he said to himself before he took a few steps forward towards the train’s entrance, standing there for a few moments before he entered in.
It was not moving yet, but it was easy to tell he was already feeling sick. His skin was growing pale, while his eye twitched slightly. He glanced around, looking for a free seat until he found one.
Too bad that as soon as he did, the train suddenly took off, much to the God Slayer’s annoyance who was already sloping over. “I-I want to go home..” - he muttered in self-pity and regret, he should have picked another mission, possibly one close enough that he wouldn’t have needed a vehicle for.
Among the rest of the people in the train, ohe sat down in a shabby manner and leaned his head backwards. His orbs felt like they were spinning even faster at each jolt caused from the train’s movement.
It was an uncomfortable dizziness which also caused nausea, his brain couldn’t really make sense out of what was happening at that point even if he had never realized why he suffered from motion sickness. It wasn’t really serious to him but it could be really bothersome and even worse it could come up during a fight, that he’d never forgive. The guy who would usually destroy anything and anyone that stood in his way, was now harmless. “A-are we there yet?..” - he spoke up continuously and aimlessly as there was currently no one to answer him at the moment.
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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 16, 2016 13:16:56 GMT
Aisha, on the other hand, hadn't quite been seated when the train took off, and found herself lurched backwards all of a sudden-- her kneeds wobbling as her hands gripped wildly for support.The first thing she caught on to was a pair of seats, occupied by a peculiar man with nice, black hair. A pretty man, Aisha judged solely from his hair, and although her plan had been to find an empty seat and have Orion open up and sit next to her (she had to do this after she got on the train or else she'd pay more for the tickets), she supposed she could sit next to him. She folded her dress all neat and crisp before sitting down, expecting him to look up from his rest or whatever to at least look at her. Instead she got a mumbled are we there yet. On any other occasion she'd have been fuming at how rude that behavior was, but on this instance, the look on the male's face reminded her of some other person she knew all too well. She began giggling, trying to suppress it at first but then eventually giving up. "--Ahh, oh man. Sorry about that, Mister--" in a tone that suggestion Aisha was anything but sorry "-- It just. You just reminded me of someone I know, that's all."She gave him a small smile, but it seemed a little malevolent, and almost lopsided, like she was enjoying watching the man in front of her smile. "Idunno, it depends," she muttered at his question, knowing it was quite a while before Akane beach, but not knowing, alas, where this man was getting off. If he was going all the way like she was, the ride was bound to get interesting. "You heading somewhere far?" she asked, wonderingly idly if conversation was too much to bear for the man. Even if it was, she'd probably keep it going. |
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Lance Firebrand
Freelancer
Posts: 64
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: FIRE GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/30/lance-firebrand
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/48/gods-breath-lances-plotter
Alias: Phoenix
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Post by Lance Firebrand on May 18, 2016 14:21:38 GMT
Lance really wanted to get out of that train as soon as possible, it had just taken off and he couldn’t handle it already which was a shame considering all his confidence in his own fighting skills, too bad they couldn’t help him with motion sickness. Not too long after the train took off, a young girl apparently decided to take a seat even if he didn’t really notice until she giggled. He didn’t really recognize her magical signature, nor did he care. It could be whoever in front of him in that moment and he’d simply ignore them and continue cursing to himself in the attempt to ignore his sickness but ultimately feeling worse.
“T-the.. h-hell are you laughing a-about?.. T-this is not f-funny..” - he said, pointing out at the girl briefly before he let his hand fall to his side again. He had no idea of who he reminded her of, perhaps an old friend or just an acquaintance but in the end it didn’t really matter.
For a moment, he let his eyes set on the woman and twitch slightly, he really had no idea of who she was. She was literally like any other person on that train; a stranger, perhaps he had destroyed her house or something like that, else he wouldn’t really know why who would be so sick to enjoy a man suffering like that.. --that’d be pretty much Lance himself if only it wouldn’t be him suffering.
He let out a grunt and leaned his head backwards once more, mumbling to himself repeatedly before he made an effort to speak up. “..U-unfortunately.. yes..” - he replied, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Why did I take the train?.." |
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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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Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 19, 2016 13:46:10 GMT
Aisha gave him a wry smile. "For you, it probably isn't" she said, and then used one hand to cup her chin, leaning into it with the smile only getting wider as she did so. "But you know, just imagining it from my side." He was behaving in such a cute way, Aisha couldn't help it. She blinked as the finger was pointed to her, before smiling again as it fell to his side. "Sorry, sorry," she said, in a tone that didn't suggest she was sorry at all. She thinks about it for a moment. "So are you just, always motion sick? I mean isn't just a part of your lameness or...?" All the motion sick people she'd seen so far had been dragon slayers, and so she was understandably curious. Was it that all dragon slayer would be motion sick, or all those who were motion sick, would be dragon slayers? That was the question.
"Aww, Mister." She pouts, taking his side for a brief minute as the older man confesses that hes going to be here for a while. "That's so sad-- I almost feel bad for you. And of course, in order to answer your other question, we have uhh... at least thitry more minutes? Don't take my word for it, I haven't really done this route before," she confessed. Aisha then straightened out her dress, seemingly utterly unphazed by the fact that the man in front of her could puke on her at any moment. Honestly, she was used to Cain, so this was going to be a breeze. At least, for her it was. "But now that we're here, we might as well talk, yeah? What's your name, Mister?" After all these years her habit of calling everyone and their mothers Mister hadn't quite changed. |
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Lance Firebrand
Freelancer
Posts: 64
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: FIRE GOD SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/30/lance-firebrand
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/48/gods-breath-lances-plotter
Alias: Phoenix
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Post by Lance Firebrand on May 21, 2016 22:08:38 GMT
Lance let his eyes set on the girl sitting in front of him, not really giving her the nicest of looks while she looked like the happiest person on the world. He didn’t really know if there’d be anything worse at the moment-- perhaps sitting with Ryder, or Rialle but this girl was really something bad. He grunted, holding his stomach gently as he just continued stroking while leaning his head backwards once more.
“I.. ugh-- I bet ya’ don’t have many friends, am I right?” - he tried to make a comment on how sadistic her behaviour was, and tried to hurt her in a non-physical way. Not like he had any friend or something like that, but it didn’t really matter to him.
Although, he was really about to lose it once she spoke of his ‘lameness’, he didn’t really know if she meant something in particular or something like that. Would Lance have not been suffering from motion sickness, he would have not hesitated to hit her with one of his spells but he was as vulnerable as he could in that moment. “Ugh.. may all gods be damned for making me meet this girl..” - he mumbled, loud enough for her to hear.
He didn’t really comment for the next minutes, he didn’t even know if he should have taken her seriously at that point and even worse was that he was still suffering from motion sickness. “..Lance. And.. I don’t have anything to talk about.” |
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