really? :D its confusing for me!
ok cool. so what do you think of the new tsubasa chapters?
OOC: heehee that wuz dumbb! BIC: Van Helsing stepped forward and smiled. "Yeah, I was just going to ask that." Edward frowned. What on earth are we going to do when we find him? I mean... I can't just walk up and bite him in the throat... "A sword!" Lestat cackled, throwing back his head so his white teeth flashed. "My God, little Bee, you think you need a sword? You could throw me across a room and through a wall and you... your thoughts dwell on a blade? My Lord..."
Eleanor cried out and ran on her injured leg over to Tristan when she spotted him. "Hey," she said, kneeling down next to him and cringed at the weight on her foot. "Wake up," she spoke a little louder, nudging his shoulder as she pulled the back off of her back. "Wake up!"
good! hey have you been posting on pezz's new thread? its fun! :D
good! :D ill try to catch up and post today!
haha! that was awesome! hes the cutest thing ever! oh and btw are tristan and nas still near where eleanor left them right now?
hi there!! how have you been? :D
lol not yet ill have to check it out!
Eleanor slowed as she ran, her ankle starting to buckle under her. All the streets were starting to look too similar to her, and a sense of panic began to rise in her throat. Stay calm, she thought. Control yourself... just look around... "Tristan?" Eleanor whispered, peering down an alleyway. "Tristan, are you there?"
lol well hopefully he'll see her in action sometime soon! :D
OOC: omg that one lady doesnt like this thread anymore so much that she doesn't post on it... :(
OOC: woah i didnt know Nas was so frikkin awesome! lol Eleanor sat at the table in the center of the floor and watched the old woman move about the small room, lighting only one candle that hung on the wall. The thick wax of the old stick burned harshly, the smoke thickly coating the air in the tiny area, and Eleanor coughed once. "I have money," she began suddenly, the gold Tristan had given her still in the sack tied to her belt. "And my friend and I are in a hurry." The old woman spun with a dull flapping of her greasy rags and sat opposite Eleanor, staring into her eyes. Eleanor tried not to flinch back as the woman held her gaze. She had the odd instinct to put a hand to her dagger's hilt; the old woman's harsh stare made her feel naked. "You have your heart set on quite the imporant man," the woman began suddenly, not blinking or moving her eyes. "Lord Tristan, a pure-hearted, charismatic man whom fate has handed a harsh deal in life... you help him, but not for the money." Eleanor scoffed, though the words made her feel uncomfortable. "I need the money," she snapped shortly. "But more so, I need those herbs and potions or we will both become infected and die... so wishes cruel fate." The old woman seemed pleased with the last statement and laughed weakly, letting her eyes finally drift away from Eleanor's. "I have this," she said with a small sigh, and reached into the folds of her ragged dress and cloak. She removed a leather pouch full of some heavy paste. Untying the string, she opened it and showed it to Eleanor. "Apply this to any open wound," she said calmly, almost to herself. "Smooth it over clean cuts and bind the wound for several days. And this..." She pulled two clear phials out of her dress as well. "These both contain the same amount of herbs and potion, one for each of you; it rids the body of sharp pain from injury." Eleanor sighed with relief and took the medicine. "Thank you," she said. "Have you any bread or water?" The woman reached under the table and pulled out a leather-worn traveling sack. "There is food and water in there," she said, handing it to Eleanor. Eleanor took the sack and put the medicine in it before swinging it onto her shoulder. "Here," she said, reaching into the pouch of gold coins and pulled out a heaping handful for the woman, placing it on the table. "Watch yourself, child," the woman said as Eleanor stood to leave. "Fate courses too close and too strongly in those of power... watch yourself lest you and your heart get caught in the mess." Eleanor nodded, though she didn't understand, and left the small house quickly, running as lightly as she could back toward the alley she'd left Tristan. What an odd woman, she thought as she went. God, I hope he didn't wake since I've left... last thing I need is to lose him now...
Eleanor walked into the house, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of the small main room. The walls and the surroundings were exactly as she had hoped; covered in jars and sacs and cabinets of herbs and medicines.
Eleanor ran the same thoughts to herself in her head as she moved through the sidestreets of the city, starting to get desperate. I just need some help, she continued in her mind. Tristan needs help; how is he supposed to help these people, this country, if his little wound gets infected into something life-threatening? And it'd be all my fault... some body guard I'd be! "Looking for something, child?" Eleanor turned and jumped at the question, pulling both her daggers from their sheaths. "Who's there?" she said, peering into the nearest shadow. The female voice cracked into a laugh. "Just an old woman," it replied. Eleanor relaxed slightly when the woman stepped out into the pale moonlight of the street. She was dressed in rags and her long grey hair was piled in a loose bun at the back of her head. "From what I understand you carry a burden of fate, little one," the woman whispered, almost to herself. Her eyes bore into Eleanor's as she stepped forward. "You and your companion... your auras are covered in the fingerprints of destiny, coated in the touch of fate itself. And you need... help." "I never said that," Eleanor began shakily, a little put off by the woman's words. "A paste, some potions, wrappings, bread, and water, my dear?" the old woman cackled happily, smiling with a few remaining teeth at the shock on Eleanor's face. "If you wish to help the man you care about so much, come this way. Maybe something extra could come along... if fate allows, of course." Eleanor frowned as the old woman turned and stepped into the nearest house, as rundown and ugly as the rest around it. She doesn't even seem to care if I followed, she thought, putting her blades away. As if I can trust a crazy lady like that... "What's your other option, dearie?" the woman's voice echoed happily as she held open the door for Eleanor. Eleanor found herself smirking as she decided to follow.
lol no its a different anime... ppl have told me its good so im gonna check it out :D
lol i havent heard of that one... i think i need to watch "this ugly yet beautiful world" next
haha yeah i saw it all over your siggy and stuff and thought it must be good so... lol im on episode 11 right now
cool i might be able to put it up before work if not ill do it later tonight... or early in the morning lol
yeah lol ill get through it. :D so is it ok if i have eleanor find a psychic healer to talk with and get some medicine before the night is up? ;)
