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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 4:46 pm
London, Twin Kingdoms
Far along the rainy coast of Europe, lies the twin islands of what was once the backbone of western civilization. Tir na nOg, formerly Ireland, is now the second strongest Elven presence on the planet, a second extension of the Brotherhood's power. It is a strong Elven foothold in Europe, and magical gateways connect it to Tir Tairngire. The U.K., unchallenged master of foreign diplomacy, has allied itself to Tir na nOg, successfully transforming both states into a singular government known as the Twin Kingdoms. London, the capital of the U.K., and in accordance to the Twin Kingdom Treaty, the capital of the Twin Kingdoms as well, has done it's best to fight Zahn propoganda and retain it's peaceful relationship with other European governments. Though the vast majority of European Metahumans seem to be flocking to Rhine-Ruhr, many of the more magically-affiliated metahumans seem to make their way to London. London is known for it's incredible presence of Night Ones.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 5:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 6:06 pm
The chime above the door to the shop rang as it slammed closed; good byes were muttered and figures parted company. A tall slender elf made his way down the dark lamp lit street hugging his jacket in an attempt warm his frozen limbs. Glove covered fingers fumbled for the card board box slipped into the back of the oversized jeans drawing out a cigarette and a neon pink lighter. A spark of light brought on a sigh of relief and warm smile as the elf took a long, well deserved breath of nicotine. It had been too long!
The cigarette and the scarf wrapped around his neck made the long walk back to his flat seem a lot less foreboding. Though London was relatively safe for his kind rebels were known to hide in the shadows awaiting the passing of an innocent meta-human and in this barren landscape where his gifts were of little effect the familiar weight of a cigarette provided more comfort then you'd realise.
(Short, but its a filler till i figure out what i#m going to do. -glares at Nekoyasha for the teasing post-)
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:29 am
((I'l be here waiting. No worries about the wait, Cen wont want to run out on his life that quickly))
The dark elf carelessly tossed his keys on to the floor as he entered his flat; cautiously picked his way through the scattered books, socks and other random articles to reach the kitchen. All of which in utter darkness, the light bulb in the front hall had blown a few days ago; luckily the nocturnal creature had eyes made for such situations even still it was nice to have a little light. He thought to himself as he flicked the switch in the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove to boil.
Kicking off his shoes and slugging off the heavy jacket Cenuva made himself comfortable on the kitchen counter, cross legged watching the steam rise from the spout of the archaic metal antique that played such an important role in his life; it was the provider of caffeine and soup, all this city-adapted elf needed to survive. Absently he nibbled on his nail thinking about the letter he had received that morning. It had been a notification from an old friend from back in Tir na nOg, one of his most influential mentors had fallen whilst travelling in Africa; a rebel group had taken on the green haired Night One believing him to be an evil omen.
It had been a long time since he had thought of his past, ever since coming to London he had thrown himself into this new, industrial world, where races intermingled and the ways of the past were lost, there were no future plans past what to do the next weekend, but now, now he had something else. Apparently the Elder Perin had been offered a place in Atlantis, helping with the reconstruction of the landscape, his untimely death had left the position open and now it was being offered to him. Before leaving the sanctuary Cenuva was well on his way to becoming the next biomagics master, he had taken his place as Apprentice to the Elder Perin upon coming of age, a few years before he left for London.
What to do? Stay in London living a careless life full of drinking, work and friends or travelling to a new world possibly putting himself at risk. His brow creased in concentration as his brain started to scream over the conflict. It took him a few moments to realise that it was actually the kettle calling.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:34 am
Iluday finally brings himself down for a landing in an alley, deep within the labyrinths of London's back alleys. He quickly removes the invisibility surrounding his body, then collapses to the ground, exhausted. He supposes he should find a place to crash, but he doesn't even have the energy to do that, and it'd have left him penniless anyways. He decides that he'll just have to trust himself to sleep light here in this alley, and cover himself in case of attack. He quickly drifts off to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 9:07 am
Steaming cup in hand Cen moved across his flat stepping carefully over an empty pizza box, the room smelt faintly off burnt toast and cigarettes and as much as the young elf hated the cold the smell was worse. He unlatched the French windows with one hand sipping from the steaming coffee with the other and stepped out onto the tiny balcony that over looked an alley and another towering town house. The air outside was bitter cold, each breath came out as a puff of steam, in a moment of childishness he blew out watching as the tendrils of mist twisted in the air before fading into the night. Carefully setting the chipped mug on the brick wall he lent back into the living room and pulled a blanket off the back of a chair to wrap around himself.
Now happily wrapped up he lent against the railing and watched the stars above him peacefully. That was until something moved past him, it was invisible to the eye but he sort of... felt the shift of something. Frowning he followed the movement down surprised to see a figure appear out of thin air as the facade fell with the body. It was a bloke by the looks of it, it didn't look like he was planning to get up anytime soon... perhaps he was hurt... "Bloody hell" Cen muttered under his breath as he shrugged off the blanket and propped his mug against the wall. Not sparing a moment he dashed across his apartment slipping his feet into some clogs and wrapping a scarf around his neck. Not bothering to the lock the door behind him.
A few moments later he stood over the body, poking the still warm figure with the toe of his shoe and frowning. "You alright mate?" He quested in a hoarse British accent, his Irish twang almost buried under his new tone.
When no reply was given he crouched down to shake his shoulder trying to stir the man from his slumber, pleased that he was still breathing. "Helloo, anyone in?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:34 am
Iluday is forced into consciousness quite suddenly, and he looks around groggily trying to figure out what time it is. It looks like he hasn't been sleeping long. Then he notices the man...er, elf, standing over him. "Oy, hey, yer an elf, I'm sorry, it's been quite a long trip, I don't really got the energy to get up right now...I just need a quick nap and I'll be..." Iluday can't even finish his sentence before drifting off to sleep again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 3:27 pm
Iluday is awoken for a couple of seconds as someone lifts him up to carry him away. "Hey, thanks bud-" However, he can't even finish his sentence, and drifts back into sleep. It could just as easily be a kidnapper or thief carrying him away, but at this point, there's not much he could do to stop him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 6:17 pm
After a good long sleep on the sofa, Iluday reawakens to find that his surroundings had once again changed. This always seems to happen to him! He sits up on the couch and looks around the room, which, though it doesn't have the nicest of decor, feels quite cozy. He still isn't sure whether he's in danger or not yet, but at least he's not all tied up this time. He lays back on the couch and waits for the owner of this place to return from wherever he is.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 4:53 pm
After resting for a few moments young Cenuva dragged himself out of the room, deciding he realy should get some sleep after a long days work and being so charitable. Fogetting the long cold coffee that still stood on his balcony he retired to his bedroom making sure to lock the room. The elf was no idiot; the stranger in his living room may be helpless and conked out but who knows what kind of maniac he might be! Cen liked his body the way it was thankyou very much; better of safe then sorry.
At 6.20 exactly the alarm standing on the shelf on the other side of the room went off, playing 'wake up its a beautiful morning!' as if to mock the sleepy elf. A well aimed sock managed to knock the infuriating object off the side and onto the floor putting an end to the noise and saddly his clever plan to move the alarm clock away from the bed to avoid damage and encourage a speedy rise effectively minimising tardiness at work.
Half an hour later he pulled himself from the bed still wrapped in the cosy, body-warm sheet, and wondered to the kitchen. Tea was made in a trance like state as was the walk to the sofa and the TV. It was only when he tried to sit down was he confronted with a shock.
"AH! Who the hell...?!?" He screamed out, tea was thrown across the rooma and the sheet was dropped, revealing a boxer clad, confused elf; who, in his half asleep state, had not quite remembered the avents of the night before.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 1:13 pm
Iluday is re-awakened by screaming, and comes to a groggy start as he tries to figure out what's going on. He must've fallen back asleep after laying back down, but this didn't explain what was going on. As a box of tea comes flying at him, he quickly redirects with a concentrated blast of wind, but he brings it back around to himself, snatching it out of midair. "Hmm, tea, can't say I have much of a fondness for it, but I am a bit parched. Now, look, I don't know what's going on either, but I'm sure we can both just calm down and figure out what I'm doing here reasonably. Say, you're an elf, aren't ya? Wait, that's not important at the moment. So, why am I here?"
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