OOC: i know, i know; i get that all the time. im just the sh#$, ya know? it's gotta be the Double Z's. the chicks totally dig 'em. who needs lil when you got me? hes a total drag, yo. BIC: "Sooooooo, Where we heading?" Asked Veina. She had been following Tristan for quite some time now and was getting rather bored of it. "must you always run your mouth like that?" he had only known her about 5 minutes and she was already a nuisance. "must you always be so kind to me." Veina shot back with a grin. "A girl can only take so much flattery, you know?" Tristan sighed. perhaps it would best to ignore this one. before long, the two of them entered the slave shop that housed Rubira in it. He was glad to see she was still there. he half expected her to have left. "how they doing, Rubira?" Tristan asked flatly while nodding in the direction of the children.
"Strange." commented Nas aloud soon after losing contact with the owl. what just happened? "Ben, there's leechers plaguing the woods. this city is about to be attacked on two fronts." still this did not explain the phenomena taking place in the woods. ooc: argh! the psp sucks! Lil, we need some action with the soldiers.
spoilers: ed digs roy in a mini skirt.
ooc: lol no need to get upset. i just dont want things to get out of hand again. last time was pretty bad and i've learned since then. yeah i read 42 after writing that. sounds a little out of place but i think it could make for an interesting story if you play your cards right. im interested to see how things play out. just remember that things rarely go as planned in this rp. most of it i make up as i go. so there will be moments where you'll go like 'what the f just happen.'
ooc: is that so? well thats news to me. even tristan didn't believe in them, and hes well versed about the world and its history. it kinda sounds like some 'i knew it all along' bs to me. i mean only a few demons have escaped and caused trouble. most of what they've done has been discreet. ya gonna have to make a demon that has history with your char to back this up.
OOC: looks like we got ourselves a writer here. Very nice. BIC: The barn owl witnessed all of it. The girl burned the Leechers to a crisp. What was she doing here? She's not the source. thought the bird, without realizing those thoughts were not it's own. Keep looking. If there's Leechers, there's trouble. The owl continued it's flight deep into the woods. A lone Leecher, probably a scout, leaped from tree to tree. It's direction was back towards the unnatural aura within the forest. Don't loose him! came the voice in the back of the owl's mind. The owl pursued the Leecher relentlessly, all the while following the instructions of the voice in it's head. She had to follow it. For some unknown reason, the Leecher was important. Under normal circumstances, the owl would have never dared to follow a Leecher. Leechers were bad. They would eat her in an instant given the chance. However, with the voice lingering within its head, this was no normal circumstance. For an instant, The owl could have sworn that the Leecher had noticed her following him, but only for an instant. The Leecher continued to run away from her. Did it notice her or was it her imagination? As the thought cross her mind, she suddenly realised that the voice was no longer in her head. On top of that, the atmosphere had too pure of a feeling to it. the owl gazed at it's surroundings. Something was putting it's feathers on end. It was then that it noticed that it lost track of the Leecher. The Owl perched itself on a nearby branch. It was feeling rather nervous. "Normal owls would never follow a Leecher, would they now?" Came a raspy voice from behind the owl. The owl leaped into the air, out of startlement, and took flight, except it wasn't getting anywhere. The Leecher had a firm grip on both of its legs. The Leecher gazed hungrily, at a the bird, with its lidless eyes. A vicious grin spread across its face. "My, you certainly do look tasty." The Leecher openned it's mouth wide as it drew the owl's head towards his mouth. This was the end. The owl knew it, but then, the Leecher stopped short of chomping down on the owl's head. A strange silvery creature stood on the branch before the two. It had no eyes, and yet it gave off the feeling that it saw every movement that took place around it. Something about the creature brought a shudder through the owl. The owl suddenly heard a whisper in it's head. Your mind has been tampered with. Death is the best solution. Those words were the last thing it knew before the creature sliced the owl in two.
spoiler, hughes dies :D
Ignoring Tristan's rude attitude, the cylain grinned and held out her hand. "Name's Veina, thanks for asking!" She said with an accent. "And your name is.... Tristan, was it? Hmm... that reminds me of a certain outcast prince. Funny ain't it?" Narrowing his eyes and staring at Veina's hand as though it were poison. "Yeah... funny." Turning his back to the girl, Tristan began laying out plans in his head while heading for the nearest alleyway. His movement was abruptly put to a halt when Veina suddenly hugged Tristan's left leg with both arm. "You're not gonna leave a poor little girl, like me, here alone now are you? Can't we be friends mister Tristan?" Pouted Veina. Tristan arched an eyebrow, if he didn't know any better, he would have thought for sure that she was a child. "Little girl? You know, to humans, a girl your age is typically refered to as an old hag." Veina grinned broadly before releasing his leg. "Ooooo, mister Tristan has a mean streak to him." "WOULD YOU STOP CALLING ME MISTER?!" "Whatever you say," began Veina, with her arms crossed, "Sir Tristan." Veina's grin doubled in size. She was going to have fun with this one.
OCC: Wow 2 pages in and things are already interesting. you guys are the best no questions asked. well guys im in florida vactioning. internet connection sucks a$$. and im using my psp to access it. btw sammy has not been captured yet i say we let things unfold by theirself. its more interesting that way. and damn it. i dont have enough room on this thing to make a decent post.
huh, that's not such a bad idea.
