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 18, 2016 13:48:56 GMT
Aisha gives him a dumbfounded look-- she can't stand how ignorant this person sounds. Sure, that's something coming from her, but who does he think he is looking down on her like that. And his little bit about the clestial spirits. Sure, she's had Orion carry her dozens or times but she doesn't want to hate on them. They'd become weak that way. ANd plus they're super cool, and yeah, sure, they're lackeys but lakceys get love and affection. It's not like it's an equal share-- there's a reason for a contract and everything, after all. But she feels like explaining it would get a monosyllabic "cool" from the guy. And honestly? Now that she thinks about it, his hair isn't that nice, either! Aisha' turning all red in the face, and she can't respond when he says the first thing because she's not quite sure where to start-- but then he accuses her of being a bad guy and she can't tolerate than even more than the rest of his continuous insults.
"I-I'm not a bad guy!" She's instantly defensive. Speding the weekend barefoot running fom searchlights taught her that much. "W-well, I don't know. Are pirates bad guys? I wanna be a pirate." She says, almost as though she's confessing something to him, in a matter-of-fact and far too frank tone. She gives him a look like he's stupid. "Obviously bad guys are trusted! If they weren't they'd be limited to doing lame stuff. The more they trust each other, the better." Yes, she's satisfied with that response. "Trust is necessary. I'm a celesital mage, okay? I know that much."[/quote] |
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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 18, 2016 14:46:47 GMT
It's obvious that he's hit a nerve. Aisha's face blooms into shades of red -- but not of embarrassment or modesty, but of anger. It's a little amusing, but Cain also feels guilty at the same time. There's probably another side of the story, but he can't exactly find the reason to care, as mean as it sounds.
"If you're not a bad guy and you're not a good guy, then what does that make you?" He asks, and by the time she's answered he's a little more exasperated.
"Pirates are considered bad guys, you know." He says. She's practically as clueless as he is. "They steal, they pillage, it's like everything they do is bad." He rolls his eyes, growing more condescending by the second. He leers over her, lips turned into a wolffish grin.
"Yeah, with each other maybe. But would I trust you with my life at this very moment? Probably not." Cain scoffs. He's being a jerk at this point, but the girl's going to have to learn one way or another.
"I bet you couldn't even win against me."
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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Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 18, 2016 16:20:31 GMT
It's quite clear that Aisha's emotions aren't the most stable things in the planet by now, and her jumping from pouty to cocky to straight up pissed are probably sings that bore a little deeper than simply teenage hormones. Unlike Cain, Aisha really wants t get through to the boy, but yet again unlike the male, she can't really find a way to put all her thoughts into concrete words. It's frustrating.
"You can't honestly still believe that the world is good and evil, can you!" She shook her head, showing that two could play the condescending game. "I thought you were smarter than that, Mister." Despite her quick answer of a pirate and her second and more well-worded response, a little bit of Aisha's mind's corners couldn't help but get worked up at his question. What did that make her? Sure she wasn't good or evil, but what was that little part called? But then the mister tells her that pirates are evil, and Aisha looks positively scandalized. Her arrogance flies out the window and she's left gaping in horror. "R-really!?" she asks, her childhood dreams practically shattered before her. But then she smiles bit. "But I mean, stealing can be fun sometimes." She didn't know what pillage meant, but she supposed it was something interesting. Better than whatever it was that heroes did. The rest of what he says just purely disheartens the girl, making her go from confidence to almost shattered, and it's really just sad when she finds that pirates, too, are not the dark knights she wanted them to be. But then his last challenge makes her smile-- it spreads slowly, like a virus, until her whole face is affected and she's looking at him with a strange, fixated gaze. "Oh..?" she asks, and her tone is different from the fast-paced yet completely nonsensical rebuttals. The very speed of the conversation shifts, along with the mood. "Are you saying you can beat me in a fight?" she asks, the key that was pressed tightly in anger between her finger now being allowed enough room to breathe so that she could twirl it with more ease.
"So when you lose, you'll be my lackey?" The words are ridiculous, but the tone is anything but. |
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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 18, 2016 16:32:19 GMT
Cain only narrows his eyes at the response, suddenly a little more annoyed. If she wants to be a pirate, then she's obviously a bad guy. He huffs, brushing off the comment like it's nothing. He's not going to let a little girl rile him up, and over such a simple argument. That's part of being a good person, after all.
"Just because it's fun doesn't mean it's moral." He says, rolling his eyes, and stealing is definitely on that list. Sure, it's a little fun, but then he imagines the victim. Depending on what got stolen, it could range from a minor inconvenience to anger and grief. The guilt stops him from even attempting something like that.
"Sure, I can take on you no problem." He says, putting out his hand as if to measure her height. Aisha looks entirely too weak to be able to fight by herself. But I guess the spirits are another thing. He thinks, eyes watching the way she grips the key ever so slightly harder.
He's sure he's going way over his head for this, but he can't back out now. He can't go back on his word when he's already said it. Cain smiles, pushing down the slight panic and puts on a false bravado. He has to put a couple precautions, at least.
"If I lose, sure. Only for a week, though. Then you have to let me leave."
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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 19, 2016 14:18:59 GMT
Aisha groans loudly. How does he not get it? " I don't want to be moral." She was sick of being moral. So sick she threatened her whole family, and she hated the fact that her first ever lackey was going to be such a stuck up snob. He gives her a glare like he's better than her, and Aisha can't wait to wipe it off his face and watch it be replaced by the look of agony. She grabs the hand that reaches out to her, slowly but calmly, not with the intention to hurt, and then shoves it back, hoping to make a little distance between the two. "You're too close," she complains, rather curt for her usual responses. The lackey'd learn his place soon enough. Either way, she walked backwards to obtain a suitable arena-- the terrain was varied and they weren't quite out of the forest so there were trees everywhere. A perfect place to call Orion-- oh, wait. Didn't the boy know nothing about celestial spirit magic? Aisha grinned, and then put the silver key the boy had given her into the satchel by her side, removing instead the necklace that had been semi-hidden beneath the colar line of her dress. It was attached to her neck with but a single black string, and the key itself was extremely lackluster. She pointed it to her left, like she was inserting it into some invisible door. "Do you want the first move?" There was a sudden blinding light from the tip of the key, but it sson disappeared-- and though anyone could have sworn there had been some sort of silhouette or a man or something behind that light, once it dispersed there was nothing there.
"Well, either way...Don't forget to say uncle when you give."Notes ■ cain novak ■ SUMMONED: ORION, THE HUNTER USED: AURA OF THE HUNTER (1/3) MP: 5-1=4 |
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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 20, 2016 14:02:58 GMT
"Do you even knew what it means to be moral?" Cain asks. It's not like being moral sucks all the fun out of him. There's no joy in being locked up. Aisha grabs the hand and gently pushes it away before shoving it back at him, a hidden threat felt through her actions and words.
His smile turns wolfish at the edges, excited at the possibility of a fight. Cain backs up to the edge of their makeshift arena. He doesn't exactly know what to expect with Aisha, but surely she'd do something knew.
Aisha, with the key that'd he'd picked up, only puts the key in her bag. Then with a flourish of her wrist, brings out a key connected to her necklace. It's simple and black, a strange contrast to the first one. With her own grin she points it to her left and puts it into an imaginary door.
Before Cain has a chance to answer he's blinded by a sudden light. He shields his face, and by the time it's faded there's nothing there. He frowns, eyes scanning the field for anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing to be seen. It isn't a bluff, surely. There must be more to this.
"Sure, but I don't think I'll be the one saying uncle." He says, before cupping his hands together. With a deep inhale, he opts to go for a more long ranged move. Cain releases a beam of poison, headed straight for Aisha.
USED: POISON DRAGON'S ROAR
MP: 4
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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 20, 2016 14:16:25 GMT
Aisha glares daggers his way. Does she know what being moral is? Who doesn't? Who, in their whole life, has ever not been suffocated with tiring rules and mindless oppression. Maybe she's being childish-- it's not like she thinks moral people can't be fun. It's just why would anyone be moral and inhibit themselves from... different kinds of fun? Right?
"Don't act like you know me, Mister~ And anyway, I don't have Uncles, so it'd be weird for me to say that. Not to mention totally out of character." As she speaks and clashes words with Cain, still calling him Mister despite the fact that he doesn't look that much older than her. The fight begins, though, and Aisha's not the kind to speak until she knows she's won. Before that, though, there's a tiny detail-- she can see it in her lackey's eyes, a little light and excitement. Seeing that, her grin digs a bit deeper. So he does know how to have fun. Aisha knows that it's a risky move, sending Orion out with the intent to take a snipe, mostly because it'll leave her defenseless in front of a dragon slayer. That kind of danger gets her excited, though, and it's probably because of how stupid the notion is that she's tensed and completely anticipating his move. The girl, as nimble and as agile as she looks, attempts to quickly duck out of the way, not realizing that the terrain is a little more tilted than she expects. She rolls, and rolls down hill a little, mud scraping at her bare skin and dress, with little branches and stones giving her some scars. Much, much better than that giant blast of purple whatever. When Aisha's regained her balance, Orion's already taken his shot, his position in the trees revealed. She only sees the tiniest motion of an arrow slicing through the air. It's headed straight for Cain. Notes ■ cain novak ■ DODGED: POISON DRAGON'S ROAR NOW IN: DOWNWARDS, UNFAVORABLE TERRAIN. AURA OF HUNTER (BROKEN) LOOSED AN ARROW (ORION'S BOW) MP: 4/5 |
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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 20, 2016 14:56:07 GMT
Aisha is as childish as she expects, and brushes him off with an excuse that she doesn't have an uncle. What if he didn't have an uncle either? Cain snorts, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. If she wanted to prove that she isn't childish, then it sure isn't working.
His attack misses, and Aisha's rolled out of the way of his attack. He doesn't realize it's a hill however, with the rocks and sticks to cushion her fall. He feels a bit guilty, and before he has a chance to say anything he hears the whistle of an arrow.
He's glad that he's a dragon slayer, because he can hear the arrow before he sees it. The object slices trough the air with precision, and Cain brings his hand to grip at the rapier's handle. His eyes widen, pupils turned into slits before throwing his sword forward. A wave of poison encircles his sword before it's launched in the direction of the arrow. A dragon head swallows the object and heads straight to it's source -- to the celestial spirit that'd she'd summoned before, Cain realizes.
USED: POISON DRAGON'S LUNGE
DEFLECTS ARROW
SENDS POISON AT ORION
MP: 2
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 21, 2016 3:25:05 GMT
She's so sick of it, how Cain keeps acting like he's so much better than her because he's moral and boring and probably older. How can he be so arrogant and more than that, condescending, without any sort of reason. it's just like someone to act as though they're better without ever hearing the whole story. Aisha wants to grumble some more, but she's already rolled out the way, and Cain's already turned to attack the arrow with a sword. Aisha would have attempted something, but it'd be hard to run up hill, so she'd just stay out of the way now. The sheer amount of skill it'd take to deflect an arrow with a sword is pretty interesting, and she can't wait to have him under her thumb. Even if it's just for a week. Because she's certain she'll win. Her spirits have never quite failed her. She attemps to move quickly while Cain is still distracted, hoping to get into a better position and leaving the battle to Orion. "You can't lose!" she says, and she doesn't need to say for who, because she's obviously not encouraging Cain. -x- "I know," Orion grumbles, unheard by anyone except himself. Aisha's such a handful. He doesn't know who his opponent is, but he just assumes it's some figure of authority she got into a row with. He doesn't mind the mindless fighting. It's interesting-- but this time his cover is blown quickly. His prey is fast and sensitive. To sound? It will be difficult to maintain any sort of obscurity, then... Thoughts zoom around his mind, zipping from one end to the other as he moves fluidly, taking a knife from his belt to try and parry the strange, smoke-like dragon. Unfortunately, it seemed to phase right through his knife, disblancing the celestial spirit was he wasn't quite sure what was going on. The poison attacked his chest, but seemed to phase right through that, too, and it wasn't until after that Orion suddenly felt a gripping pain in his chest, enough to make him fall off the branch he was perched on, as he did a mouthful of blood was forcefully spit out of his mouth. -x- "Ehh? Poison?" Aisha's eyes lit up as she watched the fray ensue. "That's sweet." Her eyes dulled in bliss, thinking of all the ways it would be possible to use such a weapon. -x- Orion began a tumble down the trees, but the trees were practically his home, so it was easy for him to get his bearings and latch on to a branch with his free hand, the other dangling his cross bow. He needed to act fast.
"Sorry, Aisha. I'm taking the lion's share," he said, with little regret and more as a warning, as he began mass-consuming her mana. His mage was still young and this technique took a bit of a toll on her body, but whatever. He was excited to be hunting a magical opponent for once. Strength began to flow in his hands, and he dropped the bow entirely. He propelled himself quickly to the ground, rushing at Cain with a more straight forward approach. He would try to dodge anything that came in the way of his attack, and finish by trying to tackle the dragon slayer to the ground. Notes ■ cain novak ■ HIT BY: PD'S LUNGE AURA OF THE WILD: ACTIVE (1/3) STRENGTH = +B-CLASS ORION USED TACKLE! MP: 1/5 |
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