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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:07 pm
Scyre chose an apparently vacant room to claim as his own.  So far, it isn't very cozy. There's a bed and a table, only that. In the corner of the room, though, next to the bed there is a stack of four bulging suitcases. He has yet to unpack his things.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:12 pm
Scyre tugged off his long coat, revealing his bare, muscular chest, and threw it over the table.
"Oh yeah, this place is going to be just a barrel of laughs." He said sarcastically, "What have I gotten myself into..."
With a heavy sigh, Scyre flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"I wonder where they are now...Scievera, Nikki, Horo..." A sigh broke his voice, "Do they even want me back? Need me? I'm not exactly the most reliable person, and I use that term loosely, out there."
Scyre seemed quite content talking to himself, but there was always that void that only others could fill. The warmth of friendship was the only bandage for that wound. The only problem was, Scyre didn't want to hurt anyone else, didn't want to endanger anyone aside from himself.
With a snap of his muscles, Scyre hurled up from the bed. He ran a hand across his dirty stubble, and reached into his pocket. He produced a shiny pocket knife and flipped open the blade. He set the blade against his cheek and....
SHHHHK -- a swath was cut through his short beard, across his cheek, showing the light skin beneath it.
Scyre grinned at the feeling, somehow feeling like himself again.
He set the blade to his chin...
SHHHK--
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:43 pm
Scyre ran his fingers over his now smooth, soft chin. He looked down to the room's waste bin, empty except for a thin layer of shaved-off facial hair, and smiled in satisfaction.
"That's better...Now, for a bath."
He glanced around the room, through his long, blond locks, his gaze resting on the door labeled 'BATH'. Swiftly, Scyre moved across the room to the bathroom.
He'd be feeling better, no doubt, after a bath.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:30 pm
((OOC: I changed my profile, it's on page 6.))
Scyre stepped out of the bathroom, his clothes looking as clean as he(Which was very!).
Scyre's blonde hair had changed. It was now neatly cut so that it gradually got longer from the back to the front. In the back, his hair reached a little past the base of his skull, and in the front it stretched down onto his chest. His bangs were parted down the middle, while the rest of his hair was swept back smoothly.
"Ha, I'm finally starting to feel like my old self again." Scyre said to himself, pulling on his long coat. It had cleaned itself, as it appeared, because there was little evidence of the hard life this young man had endured.
In fact, there was little evidence of that life left. Scyre's eyes still held that sorrowful depth, but it was now mixed with a controled, excited edge. Scyre wanted to get back to fighting, his body practically ached for it.
Scyre grinned excitedly as he fastened his coat from the waist up to cover his bare chest. The hood was flat against his back and his keychains were dangling from his belt loop as Scyre exited his room and went back to the Lounge.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:29 pm
Scyre appeared in his room and took off his tattered long coat. He laid it out carefully on the floor, making sure everything was in line and where it was supposed to be.
"That could have been better.." Scyre said with disdain, thinking back to Beast's Castle and his fight with Kajime.
With a resigned sigh the tall blonde went over to his bed and stretched out on it. Within seconds Scyre was fast asleep, and his wounds were already beginning to heal.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:42 am
The large man appeared in his room, with all of his belongings that he could save from his home.
Unpacking would have to wait, though. He had business to tend to, and a friend to lay to rest. The bags and swords went on his bed, and Scyre rifled through his clothes suitcase. He pulled out the dark blue urn.
"Ha! It didn't leak." He said offhandedly, holding it close to him.
With that, Scyre melted away again, this time to his childhood home.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:43 am
Syric grabbed a suitcase and sat on his bed.
"Let's see..." He muttered to himself, flipping open the bag.
It didn't take much rifling before he found a small, black leather bound book.
He flipped page after page, most of the book was filled with notes and the odd doodle. Finally, towards the back of the book was a list of names, with a world 's name next to them.
"Let's see if he's still there..." Syric said, tapping the first name on the list.
It read; "Firebrand", Port Royal(?).
Syric stood, ready to leave for Port Royal.
...Until he noticed how much he needed a shower.
He chuckled to himself, walking toward the bathroom.
"It can wait, for the moment." He shrugged, grabing another suitcase and flopping it onto the bed.
The small book bounced onto the floor, the list of names face up. Most of the names were either illegible or scribbled out, most except for the top three.
The names read:
"Firebrand", Port Royal(?)
Pale Blue Saint, ?
Tivona Gallows, Gunsmoke
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:36 pm
After the shower, Syric had gotten dressed in some old clothes, which he had brought from his place in The World That Never Was.
They fit him a bit more snug than his old clothes, but not enough to be uncomfortable. They reminded him of just how much he has grown over the years.
"Ha...My teenage years." Syric chuckled, looking himself over.
His gray leather coat fit him like a glove, the dark blue shirt underneath it fitting him like a second skin. It outlined his every muscle, and it made Syric a little uncomfortable, like he was suffocating.
But, he'd get used to that.
"I don't think Falk will be happy to see me..." Syric chuckled, sliding his hands into the back pockets of his faded gray jeans and looking down at the floor.
His damp blond locks hung down over his face to frame his vision.
"Ah well, he shouldn't be too much trouble." Syric smirked, raising his gaze. "But, he never was one to bargain with..."
Syric thought for a moment, tapping his steel belt buckle absently.
"Port Royal seems the best place to start looking for him..." Syric moved his hand from his belt buckle, his fingers grazing his key chains slightly.
Syric then melted into the floor, off to Port Royal.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 9:46 pm
Syric appeared in his room, with his hooded sweatshirt and long coat under his arm.
He plopped his bundle on his bed, and a shimmer of gold could be seen.
Falk's rapier. He had picked it up when no one was looking.
Syric glanced around the room for a moment, then left to search for the other Chasers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 6:29 pm
"Man, this is going to be so cool!" Manton exclaimed, flopping down on the bed.
Syric closed the door behind him, and then made his way into the main part of the room.
"You're getting in way over your head." Syric said in a matter of fact way, "I won't let you go, just to get yourself killed."
The teen sat straight up in the bed and swung his feet over the edge to face Syric.
"What?!" Manton asked in disbelief, "I can handle it! I took care of myself during the fight with Falk!"
"Falk was just a mouse compared to the Order." Syric boomed, "You're staying here."
Manton was angry now, and the happy excitement was replaced with stubborn refusal.
"But, mom..She would have wanted me to fight along side you!"
"Tivona has been avenged. You're not going, and after the battle you're going back home!"
"But.." was allthat escaped Manton's lips before he collapsed onto the bed.
Syric had appeared as if he had barely moved, but he quickly extended his arm and held a pressure point on the teen.
Manton would be out for many hours to come.
After making sure Manton would be comfortable when he awoke, Syric dug through his suitcases, getting ready for the imminent battle...
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 9:05 pm
Syric entered his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He moved over and placed his bottle on the nightstand.
"Ah, man." He sighed, rubbing his face, "Strange."
Syric moved to his bed and sat, his head in his hands. Letting out a long, drawn-out sigh, the large mancould help but grin.
"What am I going to do?" Syric rumbled, looking up and grabbing his bottle of rum.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:59 pm
A few minutes and a fourth of the bottle later, Syric was still sitting on the bed, with his head in his hands yet again.
Something nagged at the back of his mind, reminding him of something...
But, what? What was it that was so important...
The large man pondered for a long moment before his sight was lured to his closet door. The door was cracked ever so slightly, but his suitcases and a chair leg could be seen.
Syric had forgotten about the things he saved from the mansion.
The mansion.
"Scievera!" Syric exclaimed, jumping up and going for the door.
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