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Post by Ru'Thor on Apr 3, 2006 14:36:36 GMT -5
Jakkin woke with a smothered yelp, rolling away from Queezle, who had sunk her fox's teeth ever-so-slightly into his shoulder. "What?"
"You were on my foot," she said simply.
"So don't sleep next to me," he hissed back. "It's annoying."
"Little thieves shouldn't sleep with Ryders nearby, you know," she informed him, tail flicking smugly back and forth. "I've been awake all night for you, you know."
"If I thought there was anything to worry about I would've stayed away myself!"
"And I have about three thousand more years under my belt than you do. I'm not ignorant. You honestly trust these people?" Queezle smiled. It looked very eerie on her fox's face. "Then it's your funeral. I'm going to sleep." And with that hushed lecture, she curled up, stuck her nose into the crook of his elbow, and went to sleep.
Jakkin stared at her. "You woke me up for that?" he demanded of her sleeping form, groaning. Without another word, he buried his face against her furry back and dropped off into a light doze.
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Post by Mac on Apr 4, 2006 15:41:04 GMT -5
As far as she could see the plain was filled with fog. Fog and darkness, she thought and a shudder passed through her body. As long as she could remember her dreams had often been filled like this when something was about to happen, most likely something bad.
She wandered silently for a while before reaching a temple. The temple itself seemed to just appear out of no where, for even though there was a constant rolling of fog the mammoth structure had not been visible to her until she was right upon it. She pondered over the only other two times she had been to the temple; it seemed every time she tried not to find it she did and every time she didn't she did. But isn't that how life is?
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Post by Mac on Apr 4, 2006 15:42:20 GMT -5
She thanked Lady Luck that this time there wasn't an assassin that popped out behind the pillars as she cautiously took one step at a time. The entire temple, which was constructed of marble and stone or dreams and wishes, seemed out of place in the dream like world, but the lady, or Sairen as some call her, knew better.
Admiring the handiwork of the artisans as she went by the lady was surprised to see a knight of sorts kneeling towards her. She stopped a distance away from him noticing his tarnished longsword that hung at his hip.
"Selene."
The lady turned and fled at the soft spoken voice for she suddenly knew what the dark-haired knight was telling her.
Her eyes fluttered open to she someone stealing into the woods and she was awake enough to hear voices floating on a soft breeze. In another moment, all things were forgotten as her eyelids closed with the weight of a hundred lies.
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Post by Shira on Apr 11, 2006 20:27:28 GMT -5
Joniak yawned, streching out on the ground, noticing that Shira wasn't at his side anymore. He sat up, his brown shirt sitting baggily on him, noticing that the sun was completely up -the main reason why he had woken up; growing up at the gypsy camp had drilled into him that everyone was to be up by dawn. Joniak brushed back his nappy auburn hair that never seemed to be under control, and blinked several times to clear his eyes. They were a green color, almost jade, but the color around his iris was brown, the color like his father, who had been missing for four months now.
Joniak looked around at the individual members of the group. He saw the women that had caused so much conterversy with the Ryder last night - oh, how he had struggled to keep from laughing when he heard the the Ryder, who had never told them his name, say that he'd love to disembowel her. Today was going to be an interesting day, he thought as he contiuned to look around.
The shapeshifter and thief who had caused this group to meet. They'd be interesting to talk to and find more about. He always loved to learn more about people, and he'd never really met a dijinni before.
The mage who was sitting against the tree, the one who'd said he'd find someone to teach Shira how to really control herself (like that'll be the day, he thought to himself). Something about him sparked up an old feeling of magic in his past, but the memory wouldn't show up. He had the half-day walk to think about it.
And now the Ryder and his dragon. He studied them for a moment before he really noticed the tuft of purple hair coming from the human. What the....? Was it possible? There was only one person in his past who had black hair that faded out to purple at the tips. No, it couldn't be. He was dead. Or was he? Damn raidings. Damn Ryders.
He sighed, and finally found Shira at the base of another tree, her cloak having blended her into the shadows. Are you okay? he asked her mentally, but he felt the mental walls she'd put up.
Joniak whistled twice, two short notes, and she stirred before taking the hood down. He repeated the question.
Dream of Jared and how I really met him. And we shouldn't talk like this most of the time - everyone'd get too suspious if we're too quiet.
He nodded. Just one more question. What was the Ryder like?
Uh...cocky, and a bit... She tried to think. Cocky is the only word I can think of. Why?
Joniak just shook his head, then laid back down to finish waking up as he waited for other's to do so.
(apologys to Ru for havin' to wait, and me and Rie ain't gonna be on tomorrow -field trip))
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Post by Lali on Apr 12, 2006 11:25:41 GMT -5
Calypso sat there with his eyes closed, having released the temperature, but keeping the sun clear of clouds to allow its light to wake him up properly. Joniak's whistle would have woken him if he hadn't already been awake. But it did let him know that someone else was up already.
After a few moments he opened his eyes slowly, and looked around. The others all appeared to still be here - as did all of his belongings. He admired the thief's restraint. He moved his head a little, raising one hand to rub his neck, and stretched.
He still had a couple of biscuits in his pack, and promptly reached out to undo the ties, open it up, and dig one out. Semi-stale oat biscuits for breakfast. Delicious. Not that it worried him - he'd buy some more supplies in Rosenguard, and, if he really had to, he could live off the land for a while. But he was used to being on his own if he was going to do that, and his methods of catching animals weren't exactly normal. He had to use his magic for that, as he didn't carry any weapons other than his staff, and he didn't have the patience to set traps.
So he sat and munched on the biscuit, which wasn't as bad as some things he'd eaten, and looked over at the Ryder. Seemed like they weren't going to go anywhere without his approval, so he'd have to wake up before they could move on.
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Post by Ru'Thor on Apr 12, 2006 14:23:53 GMT -5
"Don't-"
Jakkin's mumble was cut short as he found himself with a mouthful of Queezle's fur. He let out a "Pff!", blinking his eyes open and sitting up in confusion. He sighed when he realized where he was, and carefully shoved Queezle, still in fox form, away from him.
He sat cross-legged and stared blankly at each of the group in turn, a frown on his face. This was a stupid idea. There were too many people! It was much better with just Queezle and himself- no, it was better with just himself. Queezle wouldn't be around much longer, anyway, he reminded himself, stretching his arms upwards before he stood. He counted the days.
"You would've thought he would want to be awake before everyone else," he commented sourly, not using the Ryder's name as he nodded in that direction. Queezle's ear flicked, apparantly she hadn't been asleep at all.
"You would've thought you would, too, but that didn't happen, now, did it?"
Jakkin ignored her comment, plucking a blade of grass from the ground, sticking it between his teeth so that a good bit still stuck out, and chewing on it.
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Post by Mac on Apr 12, 2006 16:16:19 GMT -5
Reluctantly she was forced to rise from her much needed slumber as noise woke her. Rubbing sleep from her eyes she checked the sun's position to find it was much later than she was use to rising. It is because of what has happend, she reminded herself as she strecthed her arms to the sky with a yawn and stood to begin tacking her mare.
"I should have brushed you down with grass last night, Iralle." On any other day she would be finishing breakfast with her three children, but now she was emotionally and physically sore along with being hungry. The thoughts of hunger and thirst brought her to munch on mixed-nut and fruit bar, her husband's recipe, and to take a swig of water from the dragon-hide water skin that had also belonged to her husband.
Tears whelled in her eyes only to be sniffed back as Sairen focused sadness on repacking the saddle bags. All she had to do now was to saddle Iralle and tighten the girth. She looked about, spleased with her self that she was bothering no one, and no one was bothering her, at the moment.
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Post by Riemman on Apr 13, 2006 7:31:29 GMT -5
Riemman growled softly to himself. As everyone else had decided to get up already he figured that any more attempts to go back to sleep would fail miserably. It was daylight anyway, and he'd never be able to sleep in the light hours.
At Jakkin's comment, he smirked slightly. "I already was," he replied, amused. He still didn't bother to even move out of his curled up form or open his eyes. He was comfortable. But unfortuately, comfort was a luxury that he couldn't afford to indulge in this late in the morning.
With a small sigh, he uncurled his body and stretched, catlike. His turtleneck had somehow been pushed down on the right side of his neck, facing the other people in the clearing, and a small silver cat charm on a silver choker chain glinted slightly in the early morning light.
Riemman turned to Kyvvas, looking through the medium-sized pouch hanging around the wyvern's neck. As Riemman was the "strange" Ryder that despised using the usual saddles, any provisions that they carried were carried in there. Taking out a large, soft cloth, he proceeded to rub down Kyvvas's scales, murmuring out a sheepish apology at ignoring his wyvern friend.
Kyvvas preened and replied with an assurance that it was okay.
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Post by Shira on Apr 14, 2006 22:06:51 GMT -5
Joniak stood up, and his brown trousers, which matched his top, showed how thin he really was. But he didn't care about how his body structure was - his attention was focused on the necklace around Riemman's neck. This particular necklace had been on the boy that had purple hair in his past, and while genes could be the same, this necklace couldn't.
"Hey Ryder, where'd you get that necklace? Steal it off some dead kid's body?" Joniak had real problems with Ryders who abused their powers around the gypsy's camps, and there was no way that necklace could've been duplicated. Zaza had made the necklace especially for 'kitty,' as his name had been.
Shira was going to kill Joniak if the Ryder didn't. How dare he do something so... so... gah! That added another week on his punishment right there, and ideas were already running through her head on how nice it would be to cut him up piece by piece.
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Post by Riemman on Apr 14, 2006 22:19:23 GMT -5
Riemman stiffened immediately, and his hands clenched into fists from where they were resting on Kyvvas's side. Said dragon gave his Ryder a worried glance.
'Calm down, Riemman. Don't let him get to you.'
Riemman ignored the dragon, dropping the cloth on Kyvvas's back. Bringing his hands up to his collar, he calmly lifted the neck of his shirt to cover his necklace. If Joniak had only called him a thief, he would have gritted his teeth but ignored it. But he had accused him of desecrating a dead body, and a child's one at that. That he could not forgive.
It didn't help that Joniak had accused him of stealing his own most precious possession, the one thing that was his own and he'd had for almost his entire life. The necklace was treasured, and for someone to call it a stolen prize...
He turned slowly to face Joniak, and with a speed he had worked for years to obtain, he rushed forward and slammed him sharply up against a tree. He could hear Kyvvas's alarmed cry, but ignored it.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you right here and now," he growled out, his purple eyes flashing as he glared at Joniak, his right hand clamped firmly around the man's throat.
((OOC: Just in case anyone would consider this godmoding, I have Shira's permission to mess with Joniak a little. XD))
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Post by Shira on Apr 15, 2006 11:33:32 GMT -5
((And, unfortunately, it's true......And I said a little! Not for Riemman to do that! Grr....too late now.))
"Because I know you," he gasped out quietly. It wasn't until the purple eyes came into view that he clearly understood. "Zaza, my grandmother, gave it to you on your fifth birthingday."
What should I do? Even though she was still sitting down, she had placed both of her hands in the opposite sleeves, and the buckles undone to the dagger sheaths. If the Ryder was going to hurt Joniak, then she'd leave him with some pretty facial scars.
Nothing, Shira.
"I'm sorry for offending you like that, Saix." Joniak whispered, dropping his eyes as he pressed himself farther against the tree, trying to make it so that he could actually breathe.
((A submissive Joniak. How interesting.))
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Post by Riemman on Apr 15, 2006 22:46:41 GMT -5
((LoL. Sorry, but that was the tamest I could see Riemman reacting. And I could make some comments to that last comment about Joniak being submissive, but I won't, for sole reason of keeping this thread relatively PG. XD))
Riemman's hand unclenched numbly as he took a shaky step back with wide eyes and a breathed out whisper of "Joniak". Not a moment later, a defensive expressionless mask clamped down firmly on his features. "Saix died a long time ago, Joniak. I'm all that's left."
He turned , walking back towards Kyvvas, who was making worried and irritated comments that he merely ignored for the moment. This complicated matters. He thought that part of his life was dead. Sykken! He wanted it to be dead! It would make things so much easier.
His eyes widened. Letting out a low, angry growl, he turned and punched a nearby tree. He was supposed to be arresting Joniak! At first he had merely thought it was some other person with the same name, but finding out that it was Joniak changed matters drastically.
Whirling, he faced Joniak again. "I'm supposed to be arresting you! I can't do that now! Curse you, Joniak! Why do you have to make things difficult? You always make things difficult!" Riemman sounded extremely frustrated, and, honestly, if no one else were present he'd have broken down by now. As it was, it was taking all his self-control to reign in his emotions this much.
((For those of you that have not yet read Riemman's character quiz thingy, or you just forgot, sykken is favortie gypsy curse of his.))
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Post by Ru'Thor on Apr 17, 2006 6:45:52 GMT -5
Jakkin opened his mouth- predictably to make a sour comment- but Queezle changed her form to that of a dark woman with black hair, and clamped one hand over his mouth. "For once in your life," she said, "be smart and don't say anything stupid."
Jakkin glowered at her before he ducked away from her hand, muttering something along the lines of, "Not what she looked like," before he returned his attention to the Ryder and-
"Wait a second!" Jakkin whirled to face Kilik, snapping, "His name's Joniak? Ha!" He crossed his arms, glaring at her. "If 'Elric' isn't his real name, I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and guess that 'Kilik' isn't yours."
Queezle snorted, but kept whatever comments she had in mind to herself.
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Post by Shira on Apr 17, 2006 13:58:41 GMT -5
"Nope," she said, "It's Shira." As to prove her point, she slipped the cloak off of her right side, and rolled up her shirt sleeve. Tattooed in brown ink on her upper arm was: Sheridan Ri'eck "Shira" App. Mage Thievery/Lying He didn't move, however - Joniak was still too dazed to do anything. It didn't help any that Riemman was yelling at him about things that he had absolutely no control over. ((Anyone who was kept in a Ryder jail for more than a week got a tattoo, just so you know.))
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Post by Riemman on Apr 18, 2006 7:24:15 GMT -5
Instead of being the sobbing, bawling, mess he really wanted to be, Riemman was off pouting and fuming. He knew in some nagging, insistent corner of his mind that he was acting like a six-year-old, but at the present moment in time he didn't really care.
Kyvvas instead, was getting increasingly irritated with his Ryder's behaviour. Ambling clumsily over to Riemman, he unfurled a wing and promptly bashed him on the head.
'Ow! What the- What was that for?'
'You're acting dumb.'
'.......Yeah, maybe.'
'We're supposed to be heading over to Rosengard. If we find out that the two of them are innocent, then we don't have to worry about arresting them. Problem solved. And the girl's name is Shira.'
'...Kay.'
Breathing a soft sigh, Riemman rubbed at his temples, trying to ward off the impending headache. Turning to the others, said briskly, "We're supposed to be heading towards Rosengard. We've already burned a lot of good daylight, so get ready to leave."
The fact the main reason much of that good daylight had been burned was becasue of him was a fact that didn't really need to be mentioned.
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Post by Mac on Apr 18, 2006 16:02:23 GMT -5
Sairen absorbed the scene like a sponge absorbs spilled water, she held it all to be sorted later. For the most part she was confused, amused, and intrigued all at once; never before had a drama like this unfolded before her except in story scrolls and books she read to her children and in theatres. She watched the Ryder, girl and boy with a slight smile as she tightened the girth making Iralle snort.
Taking another swig of water the lady rolled her stiff shoulders. How she longed to strecth and be rid of the rigid dress! Loosening her dagger at her belt Sairen checked her saddle bags one last time before looking to the Ryder and the wyvern, who obviously would give the say so, with her amused smile.
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Post by Lali on Apr 18, 2006 16:19:34 GMT -5
Calypso didn't know who to stare at first. Joniak. Awake and needling the Ryder, and giving out his real name. And bells were ringing from that name. Not just the face that seemed familiar.
Shira. Shira. Apprentice Mage, as her tattoo said, and that backed up her entire story in one little permanent line. Now her real identity was out in the open - and the same for Joniak, and even the Ryder, that left him, Jakkin, and Sairen. He was pretty sure Jakkin was being honest about who he was - his irritation with the djinni when they were introduced more or less proved that, and the woman... well, it seemed unlikely that they were all lying about their names. So that just left him. One little cloud of deceit in a suddenly sunny sky.
Ugh. What about the Ryder? Saix. He was busy trying to keep control of the situation, but in truth he looked like he was about to cry.
All in all, he reflected, these people seemed to have enough problems of their own not to be bothered with his.
He finished his biscuit, and tied up his pack again, standing and slipping it onto his back, then picking up his staff. He glanced briefly between the Ryder and Shira, then said, "Well, I'm ready."
He'd talk to Shira on the way - if he could get her a little away from the others.
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Post by Shira on Apr 19, 2006 14:55:04 GMT -5
Because of the little problem with Saix, neither of them were close to being ready, but Joniak quickly found their horse eating a tuft of grass on the outside of the clearing, and had quickly brushed him down.
"I'm getting some water," she said, walking on the beaten down path that lead to the low creek, after fixing her shirtsleeve. There was a drought going on north of Rosenguard, and all the water seemed to be in short supply lately. She bent down next to the creek, a steel flask in her hand. After rinsing it out, and filling it back up, Shira closed her eyes, concentrating on something, and flask in hand.
"Shit."
She dropped the flask, falling on her bottom. Whatever had just happened, it didn't feel good. Her stomach had immediately started to hurt the moment she had started to heat up the flask for some tea.
"You okay?" he grunted as he lifted the saddle off the ground and onto the horse’s back.
“Mmm…..yeah.” Guess there wasn’t tea this morning. At least there were some apples that she had bought yesterday that could be used for breakfast, if her stomach decided not to send them back up, like it had been wanting to for the last few weeks when ever she ate. She picked up the flask –thankfully she had remembered to cap it before she had tried to heat it up- and walked back to Joniak. “I’m walking,” she said, not really feeling like wanting to get tossed around on the horse that never listened to either one of them. That’s what you got when you borrowed a horse from the camps with out asking.
“Is something wrong?” Joniak asked her.
She just glared at him. “We’ll talk later.”
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Post by Ru'Thor on Apr 20, 2006 19:12:41 GMT -5
The dark woman disappeared, and in her place a shimmering dragon identical to the one from the night before hovered in the air where her head had been. "Somebody's craaaanky," she said in a singsong voice, her gaze sweeping around the little band in an instant so that it was clear that the 'somebody' she was refering to was more than one person.
Jakkin ignored her, ducking away from her wing as it beat the air dangerously near his head. He felt a little better now that he knew who Ki- Shira and Joniak really were, but the djinni was really getting on his nerves.
Again.
OOC: Augh! I wanted to write more, and that is a HORRIBLE place to end a post, but I have to get offline.
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Post by Riemman on Apr 21, 2006 7:31:06 GMT -5
Riemman's left eye twitched. He had a feeling that the stupid djinni was counting him as one of the "cranky" people. He chose to focus on his current task of finishing to polish Kyvvas's scales. Kyvvas was currently in the middle of berating him. He wasn't listening.
Turning around, he observed the group as they finished their own preparations.
((Sorry this is such a crappy post. I gotta go.))
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