cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/44/cain-novak
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 2:49:04 GMT
Magnolia Town sits in the distance, awaiting Cain's arrival. He'd been travelling for a while, and the city's bound to have some info relation to his dragon. All he has left are murky memories and his powers. Cain flexes his hand, feeling the venom that courses through his veins. Strange how such a dangerous element could be the very thing that heals him. He suddenly pauses when Aoba nips at map. The paper crinkles in his jaw before he races ahead of him. Cain starts, "Hey, come back here!" His hands grapple at the dog but it comes back empty. He sighs before sprinting after his companion, cringing when his dog suddenly decides to turn into a mini-helicopter. The paper's stuck in the cockpit. He slows when Aoba suddenly stops. It's attention is suddenly raptured on a cute girl, and it whirls its rotary blades just a little faster at the change in attention. Cain approaches, his cheeks dusted slightly with pink from embarrassment. "Uh...hi."aisha loveless
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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 13:02:12 GMT
Some five-six years ago...Aisha's not sure where she's heading-- she seldom is, and she usually relies on Orion appearing to carry her back to a place she can sleep in. It's easy to rely on her little units like that, and she wonders if she should make a round of shops to maybe steal a few new keys or something like that. Unknown to her though, she'd already accidentally dropped a certain silver key on the ground, her position of her shadow blocking the silver gleam of the key. She was going to get an earful from the dragon late, but for now the girl looked about with a wide-eyed expression, her blue dress ridden with mud stains and the ribbons in her hear tearing at the seams. She looked like she'd been in the forest for a while. She was standing on her toes, trying to judge which direction would be the best to head towards, when suddenly an unfamiliar buzz caused her to turn the other way. Her golden eyes came face to face with a medium-sized...helicopter. Okay. That was very strange. She blinked a few times, unsure, before her eyes lit up again in surprise. "Ahh! A helicopter!" she cried, and she seemed overjoyed to see it, despite the delay in her reaction. She leaned forward, the rotary blades spinning and threatening to slice at her eyes, but she stared at it with an eerie, unphazed look, like she was daring it to come closer. Something seemed to be stuck inside the cockpit, but she couldn't make out what. "So pretty."It would be hard, though, to steal a helicopter, she supposed. Yet again, her trance was broken, and she looked over a pinkish brunette. "Oh, hello there." She pulled back so she wasn't that frighteningly close to the helicopter, instead locking her hands behind her and deciding to face the human instead. "Can you believe it? There's a helicopter here." Aisha sounds like she can't quite believe it herself. |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75818/oikawa.png
Profile Image: http://i.imgur.com/SNEeg28.png
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/44/cain-novak
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 13:13:31 GMT
Upon closer inspection Cain could see that there's mud on her dress. The ribbons entwined in her hair frayed at the edges, as if she's been living out here for a while, but her eyes remained bright, especially as she observed Aoba's flying form.
"Yeah, that's my dog. Sorry." Cain sighs, exasperated. He runs a hand through his hair and reaches up to grab its legs, only for his companion to tilt ever so slightly out of reach. He shakes his head, relenting against his dumb dog.
Cain turns to face the girl fully. Maybe that wasn't enough context. "Uh, he's actually a husky. That shapeshifts. So when we came by this toy store, he just really got interested and...yeah." It's a little awkward as he explains. It's not everyday that he has to do this, especially in front of a girl. Being raised by a dragon does have its cons.
"...My name is Cain. What's yours?"
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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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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 16, 2016 13:24:44 GMT
She gave the man a strange look, as though she was concerned for his well being. After all, a man going around chasing helicopters and then trying to convince other that it was a shapeshifting husky probably had a few screws lose, but then again, so did a fourteen year old girl who walked through the woods dreaming of becoming a pirate and ruling the world. "A dog?" she asked, pronouncing the word slowly as thought to ensure he would get it and all its implications. Her deliberate manner of speech broke when the helicopter proceeded to juke out the brunette, at which she laughed with no holds barred, clutching her stomach and then slowly forcing herself to stop as the man continued to speak. She nodded as though she was impressed. " Ehh?" she asked, in a voice implying she clearly didn't believe what he said, but was willing to 'play along' nevertheless. But then the stranger added the rest of the story and Aisha couldn't really pretend to take it seriously anymore-- she was fourteen! She had to be given some credit, right. It was annoying if he thought he was fooling anyone. "Oh c'mon mister even I know that sounds stupid." She rolled her eyes. She pouted at the fact that the brunette was still going on about that. "Stop making fun of me," she whined. At his introduction, she seemed a bit surprised, before saying, "Oh, okay," not quite sure where the sudden name-exchange was going. " I'm Aisha." No nice to meet you and no handshake-- she didn't know much of manners outside the usual customer-worker thing, and that never involved exchanging names. It was okay if she told someone her first name. He didn't look like an undercover cop or anything. Hm, should she have lied? Was that what a pirate would have done? The monologue perplexed her, and so her attention was diverted from both Cain and the helicopter for a bit. Notes ■ cain novak ■ squints that aint a husky friend |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Profile Image: http://i.imgur.com/SNEeg28.png
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/44/cain-novak
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 13:29:46 GMT
It's obvious that she doesn't believe him. The look on her face says it all. She even laughs at his misery, which did look pretty silly in retrospect. Fortunately, she decides to play along anyways, agreeing in a slight lilt of her voice that sounded somewhat patronizing.
Cain lifts his chin in uncertainty, looking down his nose at her. "I'm not even that old, please don't call me a mister." He says first, "And I'm not making fun of you. If anything, Aoba's making fun of me..." He drifts off, side glancing at the machine. It mocks him with a click of its legs. Or...blades. Whatever.
Cain's clueless to normal social conventions. He's gotten better recently, but a lot of his skills are still rather poor. The lack of handshake doesn't bother him, but he knows from enough to at least continue the converstation somewhat.
He can feel the conversation start to end, so he simply smiles and waves. "Well, it's nice to meet you Aisha. I hope you have a nice day."
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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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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 16, 2016 13:38:55 GMT
Her eyes flash dark as Cain looks down on her, the male a little too tall for her liking. She doesn't like being short, but that's okay. He sounds a bit annoyed, but who wouldn't be? And the helicopter seems to take her side, too, clicking and whizzing as though it was mocking Cain. She waves a hand airily at the sudden stillness to their conversation. The man in front of her seems weird, but in a creepy sort of way, not the interesting kind. Call her judgmental, but he looks a little plain, and Aisha's already set to head to the next town and rob some merchants, so she doesn't want the conversation. And if she doesn't want it she's more than willing to leave it behind. "Right back at you," she says, in a friendly, rather agreeable tone, waving at him first and then to the helicopter, before spinning around a little too dramatically and skipping off towards the west, hoping that Magnolia was somewhere around there. She'd guessed wrong twice already so hopefully the third time would be the charm. Even though the mud of her dress made her look like a forest dweller, she walked with the skip of a princess, barely avoiding the odd tree branch when it swung her way. Now that she was gone, with her shadow trailing after her, the sunlight that pierced through the scanty canopy made its way to the body of a silver key, and Aisha' most beautiful possession. With its head fastened to the shape of an egg, and a tiny little silver dragon guarding it, wings wide and mouth gaping, it made for a beautiful piece to any collection. Unfortunately, it was surrounded on all sides by mud and weeds, and somewhere far off in the world of celestial spirits, a purple and blue dragon flinched in its sleep, getting the eerie feeling it would have to pick a few fights the next time it was called upon. |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Profile Image: http://i.imgur.com/SNEeg28.png
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/44/cain-novak
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 14:58:08 GMT
She says her own goodbye in an agreeable tone, turning around with a flourish and skipping away. Cain can't help but laugh at the site; it's cute. Maybe she's one of those people who get a kick out of adventuring, who knows. He shrugs. He's eventually going to forget about this encounter anyways.
Aoba returns to its husky form as soon as she fades out of view. "You're an ass, you know that?" Cain says, rolling his eyes and ruffling his hair. If anything, he's just glad that it happened with a stranger. The husky just barks in affirmation. The map's nowhere to be seen, and knowing Aoba, he probably ate it. At least he's in Magnolia now.
Cain shrugs, facing the way that the Aisha went and following in her footsteps. He'd taken no more than a couple steps before something catches his eye. It glitters in the sunlight, and as he picks it up he can see that there's a little cute dragon underneath the mud.
Cain rubs the key clean on his pants. It's a nice antique, and it'd probably fetch a good price at the local shop. It's too bad that he's not that type of person. That girl doesn't deserve to lose something, especially something this pretty.
He'd better catch up to her before she's gone. He runs, Aoba on his heels. One she's in earshot he waves and shouts, "Um, hey!" He pants slightly. Cain sticks out his fist before uncurling it, the key shiny in his palm. "You forgot 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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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 16, 2016 15:03:23 GMT
She frolics a little, she can't help it. Things like this are exciting. She doesn't notice the change in weight that comes from not having the Key of the Dragon on her anymore-- the world feels light, so she thinks nothing of herself feeling light, either. Orion's key, as always, is tucked inside her dress, dangling from her necklace and finding its home against her chest. She usually keeps Hydra in her pouch, which, unknown to her, got a little hole in her in her latest scrape. So in the end, the safest place turned into the worst one, as Orion rested peacefully with only a thin blue dress as armor. She's making her way towards Magnolia pretty fast-- she's always been a brisk walker unless she's feeling distracted, and despite her height her legs are long enough to carry her swiftly. She's not distracted now, but then the voice she heard minutes ago calls out to her. And she turns around, the skirt of her dress flipping in the wind. She pushes it down with one hand as the wind kicks up, the gesture more like second nature to her now.
"Oh!" She seems super shocked, and then very embarrassed as she runs up to Cain to retrieve her key. She snatches it from his hand and hols it up to the light. "Oh God! I dropped him. Oh god, oh god, he's going to kill me the next time." She then mumbles something about unruly lackeys, before forcing her attention away from the pretty key and turning back to Cain, though she honestly doesn't seem nearly as concerned for the later. "Ahh, thank you so much! No really, you're a life saver. It's not every day you lose a dragon, bahaha." She gives him a million-dollar smile and seems just about ready to turn back and head on home and completely ignore whatever else he had to say, but then Aoba catches her attention. "Eh! You--it's actually a dog!?"This just keeps getting more interesting. She looks up a him, as though waiting for an explanation she'd already received-- obviously. He'd said it was a shape-shifting husky at least thrice, and she was the one that didn't believe him. |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Profile Image: http://i.imgur.com/SNEeg28.png
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/44/cain-novak
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 15:10:43 GMT
She's a prett fast walker for being such a short person. Cain's panting by the time he's caught up, but that's partly due to running after Aoba and partly because he's a little unfit. He stays silent as she snatches the key from his palm and holds it up to the light, as if to make sure it wasn't a fake.
Him? If she said that a key would kill her then that'd be pretty weird too. It pales in comparison to what happened earlier. She starts murmuring, and Cain only makes out the words 'unruly lackeys' before she turns towards him.
"Yeah, no problem." He breathes, but she continues. Cain pauses. She can't possibly be another dragon slayer? Plus -- keys or whatever, they can't hold a dragon anyways. Not a real one. Cain snorts. "That can't possibly be a real dragon, can it? Have you even met one?"
Aoba barks, wagging his tail and smiling. He's glad he's back to his dog form, although there's no telling how long he'll stay in it. Cain can't help but be sheepish.
"Yeah, that's his actual form."
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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 15:21:59 GMT
She hears him panting as she's checking out her key, watching it for any cracks or anything. She snickers mentally at the image of the boy that she wrongly guesses is much older than her, wondering how he can pant after such a short distance. Oh well-- she supposes that she's the only crazy one that's been walking in forests ever since...well, a few months ago. But that's not important. She gives him a strange look, like he's from some far off continent or something. "What?" she asks, not sure of what he's asking. Hasn't he ever seen a celestial spirit key before? It's a pretty common type of magic, given that all you need is some mana and some keys. And plus silver keys (though not quite as pretty as this one) tend to decorate magic shops of all shapes and sizes. She scoffs. "Haven't you heard of a celestial key before?" she folds her arms, looking almost excited to play the role of someone who knows more. "Well obviously Hydra counts as a dragon. So..yeah? I guess?" She seems confused by the question. Granted her experiences with Hydra were weird and frustrating, especially seeing as to how similar she and the dragon were, but that didn't make Hydra any less "real..." Unless... Her mouth hangs a bit, but she quickly closesly, not giving in to the complete state of shock quite yet. "You're talking like you've actually met a dragon before." She gives him a sharp glare-- a strange thing coming from a girl that was behaving like a freshly born adventurer a minute ago. "And what's with that snort! You're rude."She's pouting again. Whatever, she's frustrated. |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 15:27:47 GMT
Of all the cities hes been to, Cain's never paid much attention to the keys. Sure, they're pretty. But he's entirely unaware of the powers that a celestial spirit key holds. "Uh...no." He responds, confused. It seems like he's been super confused lately.
"I mean...sure? Like is it one of those really old dragons? " Cain says. He's uncertain. Maybe it's some other power, but he's pretty sure she's not one of them. She's not exactly...mature enough. Plus, he's never heard of a key dragon before.
Her mouth hangs open ever so slightly, eyes widening by a centimeter. She closes it, of course, but there's no denying that she's a little shocked. She even gives him a little glare.
For once, Cain feels a little arrogant. He probably shouldn't reveal that he's a dragon hunter, but he can't help it. If anyone knows about real dragons, it's him. "I have...I was raised by one, actually." He says, smiling fondly at the memories.
Cain snorts again, a little louder just to spite her. It's a little fun messing with Aisha, actually. "Pft, like you haven't been rude to me either?"
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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 15:35:12 GMT
"I don't know," she says, rather blandly, before realizing her reply is a little too bland. "What, you just go around asking the celestial spirits their age-- oh." She gives him an area you serious look, and scoffs. "You don't know?" She smirks son after. " It's magic, obviously. The best kind. You haven't seen someone use it? It's really pretty..." She sticks her tongue out. "Not like I'm going to show you, though," she adds, childishly assuming he'd want to see her magic in action. It wasn't like she was lying magic was definitely one of the more beautiful kinds she'd seen. "Huhh...No way! You're--you're a dragon slayer?" She gives him a look of awe before it abruptly turns into a fit full of giggles. "What! You don't look like one at all. Aren't they like scary and monsterous and really strong?" she asks, coincidentally (but perhaps intentionally) implying that Cain is neither of those. But then he's switching from his sheepish look to one of superiority, and Aisha begins to feel uncomfortable. Her eyes don't go back to the friendly snort or the childish elation, remaining thin and narrowed, lids forcing the gold irises to tiny slants. "You can't honestly expect someone to believe that a helicopter turns into a dog. You were practically asking to be made fun of-- but whatever, whatever!"
She shakes her hands imperatively, like a child that doesn't like the way the conversation is heading. She gives him a look like all his previous wrong doings are forgiven, as though he's ever asked for forgiveness of any sort. "Anyway, you made me really mad, but you know, you're a dragon slayer, so that's that. So I'll give a life time offer-- do you maybe, wanna be my lackey?"
She smiled broad in all her fourteen year old glory. It was almost cute how she thought the world worked, but also, at the same time, a little disturbing. |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by cain novak on May 16, 2016 15:37:15 GMT
Cain's guessing that the celestial spirits ave something to do with the stars. That's actually pretty cool. He's always had an affinity for the starts and space in general, and luckily there's someone who uses the magic right in front of him -- although he spoke too soon. She's petty and refuses to show him.
Cain huffs and relents. She may be the most childish person he's ever met by far. He brushes off the obvious insult, crinkling his nose. Cain's powers aren't the strongest, but he's a dragon slayer for sure. "Yeah, it's why I don't usually tell people that." He says, his voice tinged with annoyance on the edges. Cain shrugs, he won't let her get on his nerves. He shrugs. He can admit that he's a bit lanky. "Look, I'm not here to actually slay dragons or anything. I just want to find the one that raised me."
He looks down on her again -- something that, he's noticed, she's not very fond of. Cain can kinda tell. Her voice is just slightly more hostile, her eyes missing its warmth. It's a little amusing, especially when it comes to their height.
He laughs. The situation's actually kind of funny when he looks at it that way. "You can't expect someone to believe that you have an entire dragon held inside a key either, can you?" He says, easily countering it with his own smug grin.
Compliment or not, Cain refuses to be anyone's lackey. He can't believe that Aisha just made that offer -- if she thinks that he'd accept, then she really is a child. Kid or not, Cain's smart enough to know that agreeing to it would be like hell. He reels back, his expression a mixture of disbelief and exasperation.
"Uh. No thanks. I don't do world domination."
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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 13:39:52 GMT
She grins, glad that she's able to annoy the stranger. It wouldn't necessarily be as fun as making him squirm, but the look he's giving her now is okay. Aisha seems to take his words seriously for a bit-- just because she was a celestial wizard didn't necessarily mean she liked the stars or whatever, so she could feel him, in a way. But she couldn't hide her disappointment when he explicitly refuted the one thing she wanted to ask-- did he go around slaying dragons? Too bad, it would have made him the best lackey to have. Aisha pouted again. "What are you laughing at!" she asked, giving him her sharpest glare, which wasn't all that terrifying, but hey, it was worth a try. She folds her arms, the key to the gate of the dragon still pressed firmly between her thumb and her index, obviously enraged even more by what he said next. "What! Literally everyone knows you can summon spirits using keys." Okay, maybe she only found out a year or two ago but hey! That wasn't important here. And then the next thing he said made her jaw drop in both awe and disappointment. "Aww- how did you know?" she asked. It wasn't like she'd asked him to be her lackey specifically for world domination, but the Mister had found out anyway! But her shocked turned into puffy-cheeked disappointment as she began kicking the mud with her toe, which seemed like a bad idea since the only thing she was wearing were a pair of sandals.
"Why not though!" she asked, defiant yet again. "Why would you want to be a good guy?" she asked, like there was zero reason in the world to want to be normal and do the right thing. |
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cain novak
Freelancer
if you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks
Posts: 23
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: POISON DRAGON SLAYER
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Post by cain novak on May 18, 2016 3:43:54 GMT
Cain's lips twitch upward as he sees her pout. For all that she glares, it's actually not that intimidating. It's even a little cute, if not for that bratty personality. He shrugs, not at all concerned with the fact about a spirit summoning key, or whatever. It's cool, but he doubts that he would ever attain the skill to do something like that. Plus, he feels bad for the poor celestial spirits trapped in her grasp.
"So you get your 'lackeys' to fight for you? Sounds like something an evil dictator would do." He grins, gaze drawing downwards. She couldn't have a mindset of more than a twelve year old. He hopes this girl grows out of it as she ages, or else she's going to be in a whole world of trouble, and no one's going to be there to save her. Perhaps it's a lesson better learned.
Cain tilts his head in confusion, eyebrows narrowing. World domination is certainly not on a lot of people's lists. He may sound like an asshole, but he acts with entirely good intentions. "Why would you want to be a bad guy?" He counters. There's a lot of reasons why someone would want to be a good guy.
"You know, people actually trust you if you're a good person. Not to mention, I don't know, making friends?"
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