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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 4:43 pm
Mira smiles at her "big sister" and thinks for a momment before speaking her mind. -well...what are we doing here? You haven't really told me yet and why did you let me come with you after the fire?- she ask calmly.
Mira still did not know what caused the fire, she asumed that it was a freak incedent.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:09 pm
Rika sighed and set down her tea, proping her head in her hands. "We are here for a prophecy. A prophecy about me and a couple others..." Rika sighed.
"As for the fire...I don't think you'd remember. I had...I had your memory erased..." Rika was holding her cup again, staring into the tea. Rika didn't want Mira to know, to remember that she had started the fire.
But it was true, Rika had lost her temper...
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:26 pm
Mira listened intently as Rika spoke. She took short sips of her tea as her cat ears twiched at every word. The words about the prophecy were slightly confusing to her but she wondered if she was a part of it.
-Rika, am I conected to that prophecy?- Mira asked calmly before taking a bite of one of the biscuts.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:42 pm
"I can't tell." Rika sighed again.
En appeared. 'The others of the prophecy need to be together for them to figure it out. That's why Rika's been out so much...' The panther directed a well thought glare at Rika.
Rika tosed En a biscut with which her munched happily.
-A day will come,-
-Our deed be done.-
-The rain shall fall,-
-Demons will crawl.-
-Magicks turn good,-
-Violence no longer understood. -
-The time is up. -
-Our world is falling,-
-Falling up.-
Rika recited the prophecy from memory. "I think I understand parts, but falling up....whats it supposed to mean?!" Rika let out a urk of frustration, tugging her hair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:53 pm
Mira listened to the words of the prophecy, but they only confused her. She was horriable at riddles and she knew that her helping Rika would lay in that area.
-Why don't you let me help you find those people Rika?- she asked cheerfuly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 8:53 am
Rika drained the tea from her cup and set it down back on the counter. "No. I won't submit you to the danger of it happening again." Rika would not risk her young compainion.
"Anyways," Rika stood. "You can help me in another way. Stay here and maybe work for the bartender. He's a nice man. And we need some money for our next trip..."
"I hate to ask, but it's needed." Rika pushed in her chair and dropped some change on the counter. "Now you go take a bath, and I will be back later. I'l answer more then."
Rika picked up her staff and walked out, En right behind her. He'd be back soon though.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 10:06 am
Mira gave Rika a quick wave before she left and sighed to herself. She would rather be with Rika, but helping her would be good enough. After finishing her breakfest she hoped down from the bar stool and walked off toward the bath.
She entered the humid room and undressed slowly. Mira wasn't in a hurry so her movements were sloth like. She climes into the warm water and sinks in up to her head. The warmness and comfert causing her to purr.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 4:09 pm
It was still coudy and gloomy when Rika and En left the tavern. When they returned some hours later, more dark grey clouds had blown in signaling another possible thunderstorm. Rika could feel the static in the air.
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 3:55 pm
((>< I'm on after hours, so this might get cut off, but I was having trouble getting it done... But the Bio:
Sachi was orphaned around three years old and taken in my an elderly master of the martial arts. She took after him, and became of his best students, mastering everything he taught her quickly and well, from hand to hand, to weapons, to manners. Her favorite weapons were pole arms, and she learned early on how to weild the naginata, or Glaive as westerners call it. She applied those lessons to the lighter, easier to move spear, and excelled.
Now, she was trying to figure out how to make the prophecy come true. Her Master had spoken of it, and his dying words had been that she needed to make it come true, to see that day dawn, but she still had no idea how to complete her mission.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:08 pm
((>< cool silent. One thing though. Sentou, is the world Sachi(your chara) comes from. But it can be swaped if you like. ^^))
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 4:13 pm
((So how do we get to the other world, or are we already there, and what do I need to be doing?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 4:36 pm
((You can start in the Middle town if you like, or you can be leaving your home world. You'd want to be looking for the Middle town Tavern, thats where the prophesized are haded. ^^))
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:56 pm
Sachi sighed, looking around, and rubbed the back of her head. She could say how long she'd been traveling if she thought about it, actually thought, but right now she was tired, scratched, and didn't feel like thinking. She let her body do the walking while her mind meditated, abosrbing sounds and filing them away: threat, non-threat; deal with now, deal with later.
She used her spear as a walking stick.
The damp air smelled heavily of rain and thunder, and the sharpness of lightning to come. The land had the same damp odor, but less pleasant, as though it had been washed, and washed, and washed, and was ready to dry out. Ready for sunlight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 7:19 pm
Fuyaa decided to continue his travel on foot after scanning past horizons seeing only 'footed' men and women in travel groups. 'Caravans' as they call it - they were people with onerous beasts, mainly oxen, that carry a huge load of tools, trade and food that moves from town to town covering as large economical route as possible before their rations dry out.
Traveling by air in this world is by far more cumbersome than by foot. The excessive and erratic rain forces him to make flight at higher altitudes. The unknown landscape and overcast skies also added their shares to his now fading zeal. Most of the time he would cast off his wings and pretend to be a lone traveler, asking directions to those he would meet, sharing stories and such just to find some odd traces of the prophecy he was to uncover.
He was now on the eastern cliffs of Mt. Liehs, overlooking a bustling town. The directions given to him by the last caravan seemed true. Middle town. To where the prophecy unfolds.
Fuyaa put back his shawl. The sun hasn't set yet. There's still time. He then walked the narrow descending merchant paths to the said town.
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:51 pm
With an irritated growl, Sachi looked for an inn. Or at least a place to relax. She was wet, tired, and bone weary from weeks of travel.
And it was raining again. This place was so full of rain, she would almost swear that water would put out her soul if it rained on her much more.
Home was much drier than this rain-filed place. She was used to sunshine, not clouds and storms.
She found a tavern and stooped inside the door, wringing her clothes out as best she could, and dumping the water from her boots. The innkeeper opened his mouth, and shut it under a whithering glare.
Her bad mood only told her how tired she was. Normally, she would be smiling in good-natured affability.
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