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Post by Rissterus on May 14, 2009 23:26:07 GMT 5.5
Chapter 1: The Discovery of Evil [In this thread, I want Rissterus to discover that Mortia has returned.] [/i] It was pitch black. Rain fell in torrents from the night sky. The only light to be seen was from dimly glowing windows from the town up ahead. The light from the stars were concealed by the dark thunder clouds. The wind suddenly intensified, causing a lone figure to wrap his cloak more tightly around him and looked down to keep his face out of the wind. The gust passed momentarily, but he didn't look up, preferring to keep his eyes on his feet. He was practically invisible from anything further than 15 feet away, due to his black cloak and the darkness of the night, so he wasn't worried about getting attacked. Besides, bandits wouldn't be out in this weather. After several more minutes of monotonous walking, the man finally reached village of Tesmich. The gate-keeper denied him entry, at first; "Halt! Who goes there!"[teal] "A lone traveler seeking the shelter of an inn in your village!"[/teal] the man answered. "We be wary of travelers, these days - especially after nightfall! What be your name?" the gatekeeper called again, still not opening the door. The man looked away in annoyance, not wanting to disclose his name. After several silent moments, he raised his head. [teal] "My name is Rissterus."[/teal] There was no answer from the gatekeeper, but the sound of the bolt being drawn could be heard, and moments later the postern gate itself opened. "Well then, best come in and fine that inn of yours. No sense standing about in this weather," the gatekeeper said, half-stepping out to get a look at Rissterus. "And speaking of which, why be you traveling at this time, anyways?"Rissterus eyed the gatekeeper briefly before answering. He noted that the gatekeeper was armed; a longsword hung visibly from a sheath on his belt. [teal]Interesting...[/i][/teal] He stepped forwards through the gate and looked about at the town. [teal]"The perils of the road are less dangerous in this weather,"[/teal] Rissterus replied. The village wasn't very large, having a population of only 250 (roughly), but it still had a palisade wall. That indicated to Rissterus that the times were troubled indeed; A small village that should normally be peaceful having walls and armed gatekeepers. [teal]Very interesting indeed...[/i][/teal] The dirt streets were narrow, and grass, bushes, and underbrush were growing all around. The ground was uneven except for the roads, and the houses were scattered. It took Rissterus several minutes to find an inn. The village was lighter than the dark streets, as they had lamps (some magical, some not), but most of the houses he was seeing were cottages, not inns. Finally, after coming to a sort of "town square" open space, he found all the large buildings - including an inn. Rissterus stepped up onto the porch and strode towards the door. The Ringlet Tavern was three stories tall, probably being the tallest structure in Tesmich. Because of its height, Rissterus concluded it served as an inn as well as a tavern. It was built on uneven ground, so it was constructed on a raised surface of wood (the height of the porch). It was longer than it was wide, and had an arched, wooden door. Rissterus pulled the door open and was met by light, laughter, and pleasant smells. He quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him to shut out the wind. There was a lull in the conversation as the many of the tavern patrons looked up at the newcomer. The unwanted attention annoyed Rissterus, but they soon went back to their drinks and conversations. Rissterus began slowly moving forwards, scanning the room. It was a bit different from most other taverns he had been to, and yet the same. It was large, like any other common room, and tables were still cluttered around, and there was even a standard bar counter. But the difference Rissterus saw was just because of where the door was. Instead of being at the opposite end of the bar, like most other taverns, it was as if it was located on the side of the building. He recalled the fact of the length being greater than the width, but it really wasn't; it was just flipped 90 degrees, with the door staying in the same place. [teal]Interesting...[/i][/teal] Rissterus moved over to one of the tables on the back wall, which was really the right wall, and chose the last free table. The tavern was probably full because of the storm. The villagers preferred to be together in this friendly atmosphere rather then at their homes with their nagging wives. But no, there was a great percentage of travelers here. He removed his black cloak and laid it over one of the tall-backed chairs, then seated himself. His cloak was drenched from the pouring rain, but it hadn't soaked through like it would've with a standard cloak. Sorcerer cloaks were special like that. So, Rissterus now sat alone at one of the back tables. He was in his white tunic, having removed his black cloak, and now began to ponder whether to order a meal or not. He would get a room, but for now he simply wished to observe the tavern... ((ooc/ Okay, so that was really long. >_< Sorry about that. My posts are never that long when replying to someone. D= Anyone is free to join! ))
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Post by »EVE» on May 15, 2009 6:27:17 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] "Ring around the rosey," the song sang with the wind as she smirked at the person before her. What a coward...! He was a fat, balding man, probably in his mid thirties, wearing an expesive outfit that he bought to most likely impress some mistress instead of his own wife... and instead of spending that money on his starving children. She always did this. She came up with scenarios in her mind to keep her from actually having sympathy for them. It gave her a reason to kill them all, by simply focusing on all the bad and absolutely none of the good. Obviously someone wanted him dead, for whatever the reason may be. It did not matter to her. In the end she would collect her money and move on. The bartender at the Inn had given her a reason, though.
She found it was... a good enough reason to take the man's life.
He slept with the bartender's wife, got her pregnant, and then planned on buying the Inn and firing the bartender, leaving him pennyless and homeless. Yep. Definetly a good enough reason. Then again, he could have just looked at the bartender wrong and she would find it to be a good reason.
Slender fingers wrapped around the handle of her long and thick sword that was almost twice her height but most definetly just about twice her width as well. And as she pulled it out, it was not shiney nor did it look brand new. It looked dull, thick, some spots even having scratches on them. But it looked deadly nonetheless. She could smell the fear, taste it, hear it ringing in her ears with the sound of the pounding rain on her thin shoulders, "Pockets full of poseys..."
The man looked ready to beg, but she never gave them time to beg. That was a waste of life and a waste of time,"...ashes ashes..."
As if it were slicing the rain, the sword pierced through the night as she swfitly and easily, with one hand, swung the sword in front of her and sliced his head clear off his stubby shoulders.
"We all fall down..."
As the song her mother used to sing to her finished in her mind, she let the rain clean off her sword before she placed it back in its place on her back. She then left the body there in the alleyway, turning her back to it as if it did not bother her. Though she seemed comfortable in the rain, she was actually very cold. She could feel the tingles across her skin, another petal being added to her collection. Maybe she should have worn something a tad bit more decent? Her clothing was practically all leather, skin tight all around and she had no cloake on her. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck but she ignored it. Now where was that Inn again? She expected to stay there only for the night before leaving in the morning anyways. Free meals included.
Finding the enterance, she easily opened it, walking in like a predator and feeling eyes on her. She seemed oblivious as to how she might come off to other people. A tall female...big sword...no decency. It didn't matter. She would never see any of them again anyways. Eve's heels clicked as she walked in, closing the door behind her as piercing hazel teal eyes glanced up at the bartender, giving him a short nod, her face emotionless as she moved some hair behind her pointed ears. Her eyes scanned the room. A table...away from everyone. She didn't plan on having any luck with that considering the place was pretty full...
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Post by Rissterus on May 15, 2009 7:45:18 GMT 5.5
Rissterus had been observing the patrons to the tavern for some time now. There were several large groups of villagers crowded around tables pushed together, and that was where the majority of the noise came from. There were also other groups of villagers around the bar and at other tables. And then there were the outlander, travelers, and whatnot. Most everyone who didn't live in the village itself was visibly armed. Even some of the villagers had weapons on their belts.
This further supported Rissterus' foremost though; [teal]Dark times...[/teal]
One other interesting thing that Rissterus noticed was that there were no military soldiers here. That didn't mean anything, of course, but it still seemed as if the village was anti-northerners.
[teal]Invaders[/teal], Rissterus mentally corrected himself, taking a sip of watered ale. He made a face, not expecting the taste. [teal]Still, the army can't have garrisons everywhere. And why would they?[/teal][/i] He looked around at the room again, his face hardening a bit. [teal]Because with all this animosity festering, there's going to be a civil war.[/teal]
He began to fork some of the chicken on his plate. There wasn't much of it, but that was fine with him; it didn't look very good. [teal]Bah.[/b][/teal] What did he care for wars? He had managed to stay out of the way when the northerners came. He had stood by and watched when they exiled the Prince of Arysia. A civil war would be no different.
He finished his chicken wing and grudgingly raised his mug to drain the rest of its contents when the door opened. The howl of the wind drowned the noise in The Ringlet Tavern as the tall, blond woman strode purposefully into the common room. The assembly turned to look at her for a moment. Rissterus' eyes rested on her features for the majority of the time he spent looking at her. He merely noted the fact that she was wearing less-than-decent clothing, and moved onto her features.
She was tall for a woman. Rissterus wasn't necessarily that tall, but he usually could look most women in the eye. Not this one. She had wet, strawberry blond hair - anybody's hair would be wet if they were out on the streets. He couldn't tell the color of her eyes from here, but he guessed a they were a dark color. On her back hung a monstrous sword. Rissterus raised an eyebrow. She would have to be quite the warrior to wield a sword such as that. But what was most interesting about her was her attitude. She didn't care she was being stared at, and she walked with purpose that could be mistaken for arrogance.
[teal]What are you doing, Riss? Why are you watching this woman, anyways? Hm. Because she's the most interesting thing that's happened since I walked in here, I guess. Well, stop staring. Time to get finish this meal and get a room.[/teal]
He returned his gaze to his drink and lift the mug once again to his lips. Just in time, too, for a moment later the woman turned and started looking for a table. And she was walking in his direction.
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Post by »EVE» on May 15, 2009 8:05:49 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] Before she could reach the only table that had the one lone man siting in it, the bartender seemed to come from behind his spot at the bar and she slightly glanced down at him as he held up a key and then a pouch that looked heavy with money. Eve took the key before the money. Just like she usually took food over money. Though she may come off as greedy, she actually wasn't. Just, in a way, living day by day like everyone else in the world. Just trying to survive, though it probably came easier for her than others who most likely had people they cared for to protect. Eve didn't much care for humans, even if she was half. It was half of herself she didn't care for.
Eve didn't say thank you and tore her eyes from him as he suddenly spoke, the room slightly hushing. They were eavesdropping. Typical. "Where?"
[/b][/color] It was such a small question, one simple word. The wrong one. In such a large room, he shouldn't be asking such things. But it was his reputation on the line. Not her's. "Back alley,"[/color] she could see the shiver run up and down his spine at her voice. She didn't think it was all that scary, but those who hadn't been around elves very much probably weren't used to how it sounded like some part of nature. Very sing-song, very sweet and smooth. Because she was only half, though it came out rich, accented, and smooth, it also came out bone chilling and captivating. A trick she picked up while training to lure in a victim or two at once. The bartender nodded, though he locked his jaw. She could see the excitement dancing in his eyes. It sort of... repulsed her. Yes, she could be merciless and cruel, but happy to see someone die wasn't exactly her style. No matter who they were, they were still a life. Eh. Maybe her morals were just strange. As he walked away, he started making her a drink, nothing alcoholic for her, as she had informed him earlier when he offered her a drink in the back. She glanced back over at the lone man before taking two long strides, as if gliding, her slender fingers wrapping around the chair, "Mind if I sit here?"[/color] Being polite wasn't her thing, that much was obvious. But she did attempt it every now and again. She ket her hazel teal eyes completely and fearlessly locked onto his, not a single sign of emotion, other than her tranquil exterior, visible. Not waiting for his answer, she took off the large sword on her slender shoulders and let the large hunk of metal lean against the wall right next to her. She didn't think any man could carry it out of there without dragging it anyways so she never bothered really keeping a very close eyes on it. She sat down, all in one fluid motion, and crossed one long leg over the other before a plate was set in front of her along with water. The plate was full of fruit and no meat. She never ate meat in her entire life and she did not plan on starting. Eve plucked a grape and slipped it into her mouth between her plump, rosy colored lips before she glanced up at the man. The red scarf. She's killed three men with red scarves before and each of them gave her a nice, plump petal right on her right shoulder blade. Maybe if she killed this one she'd get a whole new branch? Eh. She did not really have a need for so much power and unless someone was paying her to kill him, she wouldn't touch a hair on his head.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] [/size][/center]
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Post by Rissterus on May 15, 2009 8:43:46 GMT 5.5
Rissterus couldn't help but observe the strange transaction. He had missed wordless exchange at the bar, but when the foolish bartender had hustled after the fair woman, he attracted Rissterus' eyes.
"Where?" he asked.
"Back alley," she replied in a strange, exotic voice.
[teal]What!?[/b][/teal] that was no human voice. He looked at her a little more closely, and since she was nearer to him than before, he now noticed her ears. [teal]Elf? That is strange. I've never mistaken an elf for a human before.[/b][/teal] What was going on here. A location, and a bag full of money - what else could it be? No, it was definately a money-purse the bartender gave the elf. Whatever it was, it wasn't any of his business. Until the elf chose his table.
"Mind if I sit here?" she asked in that same cold, sing-song voice of hers. Rissterus waved a hand, indicating an 'I-don't-care'. He was almost finished anyways. The elf reached for her weapon, and Rissterus mentally froze, concentrating on conjuring up a bolt of magical energy to throw into her face should she attack. At first, Rissterus had had to close his eyes to maintain concentration. Now he could do it with ease, and the only visible give-away to what he was doing was in a twitch to the corner of his left eye. But she merely slung her greatsword off her shoulder and leaned it against the wall.
Rissterus abandoned his quick spell. Wasn't he a bit... cautious? Because the elf didn't even have enough room to attack with that sword, even if she wanted too.
[teal]Hm. I should've noticed she was an elf immediately,[/teal] He thought, taking another sip of his annoyingly liquid ale. [teal]She's to slender to be able to wield - let alone carry that thing![/i][/teal] Then, as she sat down, it came to him; she was a half-elf. Cross-breeds were not un-common in Arysia, just in Rissterus' personal experiences. He set down his mug just as a plate of fruit was placed in front of her. For a moment he just watched her. She was so effortlessly graceful in all her movements... Rissterus decided that alot of other men in this tavern were jealous of his position at this table.
And Rissterus would've gladly traded with one of them. Well, not with one of the men at the boistrous tables, but still. He had guessed what had transpired between the bartender and the half-elf. She had either stolen or murdered for him. And he suspected the latter.
Rissterus was tired from traveling all day, mostly in the rain. He was tired, and didn't want to have to get into a fight. He was contemplating surrendering the table to her completely, but curiosity kept him in place.
[teal]"So tell me, half-elf,"[/teal] he spoke, [teal]"are you a mercenary?"[/teal] His tone was completely neutral, as if he was striking up a casual conversation.
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Post by »EVE» on May 16, 2009 1:57:22 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] Eve's eyebrow arched as she looked at him. Half elf? She didn't like being called anything, to be perfectly honest. She preferred people just speak. She did not need to be addressed as 'miss' or 'misses' or 'ma'am'. No. That was all too complicated, and made her feel old when she was actually very young. She finished swallowing her grape and locked her eyes onto his as her fingers seemed to delicatly pick up a large strawberyy,"Do not call me that,"
[/color] she stated emotionlessly before taking a bite of the strawberry, easily licking off anythig on her lips, "and if you think I am,"[/color] she glanced down at the strawberry before looking up at him, "then the answer is yes."[/color] She remembered how a man once asked if she was from a brothel. She gave him the same answer. If that was who he thought she was, then that was who she was... to him. Obviously she knew what her occupation was. It was fairly obvious considering the large blade and the skin tight clothing she wore. She finished the strawberry before pushign the plate to the side, finished. She was full, surprisingly. She never really had a big stomach. It was probably how she stayed so thin, aside from the constant excercise. Eve never really had conversations with people unless it was business, but maybe she would make an exception just this once. Maybe he had a job for her to do? "I've killed a few men with that same scarf as your's,"[/color] her hand had reached out shamelessly and lightly stroked the material, before pulling away and almost smirking... almost, "It was worth stealing their magic."[/color] The eighteen year old strawberry blonde stood, taking a small sip from her water and then reaching out for her blade and putting it on her thin shoulders against, "If you have anymore questions,"[/color] she glanced down at him, "I'll be in room thirteen."[/color] An open invitation for him to question her? Sure. But she knew people were eavesdropping. But she also knew that they would not dare go to her room, whether they were alone or not. All they did was take a glance at her blade and all thoughts of stealing her into their bed for the night was put to rest. She turned her back to the man with the red scarf and walked with that eerie grace again right up the stairs, feeling the eyes digging into her back. It did not matter, once again. And when she got to her room, she slipped off the giant sword so it barely made a sound against the floor and the wall and turned on a few lanterns using the mass amount of magic she had gathered over the years. She had a feeling, in the pit of her stomach, that the man in the red scarf would knock on her door sometime during the night. If not, then oh well, he didn't. But for now, she remained ready in case he did. Because people were usually curious about her. And people were usually very predictable.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] [/size][/center]
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Post by Rissterus on May 16, 2009 10:28:55 GMT 5.5
"Do not call me that," Eve stated blankly. Rissterus shrugged, [teal]"As you wish."[/teal] He personally wouldn't care if someone called him 'human', especially if they did not know his name, but everyone was different. He suspected that the half-elf before him wasn't truly bothered by what he had said; nothing in her tone implied that. But then, people tended to hide their feelings under a mask.
"And if you think I am, then the answer is yes," she replied to his question. Rissterus nodded an acknowledgment to her statement. So now he knew the answer was probably "no". She was not just simply a mercenary. There was something about the way she said it - more specifically the wording - that made him disbelieve her. And then, he also took her to be the type of character which you believe the opposite of what they say. But first judgments could change. Or be wrong.
He took a last drink of the diluted ale and decided to leave the rest. However, before he rose from the table, Eve reached across the narrow table and stroked his red scarf, saying, "I've killed a few men with that same scarf as your's." Rissterus' expression remained the same as it had seconds before, concealing his thoughts. Her arm was so close to his head he could almost smell her skin. But instead of being aroused, like one of the other scum-bags in the tavern, Rissterus felt the urge to recoil. It took him a moment to answer her chilling statement. "It was worth stealing their magic," she added, withdrawing.
[teal]"I would deny you the possibility of stealing mine,"[/teal] he retorted steadily, managing to keep his composure. Eve could only have said what she did to intimidate him, or notify him that he was next on her list to die. He wasn't about to let her kill him. [teal]"I would be required to kill you, if you tried."[/teal]
[teal]And I'd be perfectly willing to do so,[/i][/teal] Rissterus thought. He probably came off as sounding arrogant and egoistical, but he felt he was perfectly capable of pulling off his boast. [teal]In fact, perhaps it would be wiser to simply do kill her now and get it over with. But that would be stupid.[/i][/teal] He dismissed the idea.
"If you have anymore questions," she said, standing, "I'll be in room thirteen."
Rissterus rose as well, gathering his still-wet cloak. [teal]"Good evening,"[/teal] he answered with a slight bow, more out of habit than of wishing to be polite. She left, and Rissterus began to slowly walk to the bar, quoting her last words in his mind. [teal]Why did she say that?[/i][/teal] It was practically an invitation.
He felt eyes on him as he paid for one of the cheaper rooms on the third floor. [teal]I really need to replenish my purse,[/teal] Rissterus noted, exiting the common room into an adjacent hall. He had never been financially secure, but he usually had enough coin. Perhaps he'd seek out some bandits; they always had money on them.
He found the stairs easily and ascended them. Near the end they began to creak, but he arrived safely at the top. He strode down the hall till he came to door 22, which opened into a small, cramped, furniture-lacking room. Rissterus made a face.
[teal]How unpleasant.[/i][/teal]
He hung his cloak on the single hanger on the inside of the door, and let his pack slide down to the floor next to the bed - which was a cot raised five or six inches of the floor by little legs of thin wood. The blankets looked ragged, and there was no way he was going to sleep on the pillow. He sat down on a three-legged stool that was not nearly tall enough for him and began to think about his experience over dinner. The only word he could think of to describe it was 'strange'.
Rissterus stood again and began to pace around the room in tight circles, rubbing his chin with his left hand. [teal]"If I have anymore questions she'll be in room thirteen. Those were her words. ... Why would she say that? She wants me to come, obviously. But why? She also made that comment about my scarf. Hmm. Perhaps she wishes to kill me?[/teal] He wasn't afraid; he was merely analyzing and trying to figure out the half-elf's reasons. [teal]Perhaps she thinks I'm interested in her. She probably assumes everyone is. Hmm...[/teal] If there was a window, he would stop pacing and go over to look out it, but there were only two rooms on the third floor that had windows, and his wasn't one of them.
[teal]Well, regardless of why, I must decide whether to go or not.[/teal] Rissterus didn't particular care for the idea of leaving his room - small as it was - to go visit the strange half-elf. He didn't even know her name. And he couldn't see how she could help him in the near future, so he didn't really care.
[teal]But if I don't go, then she would think I'm afraid of her. Which I'm not.[/b][/teal] Now that was unacceptable. Rissterus generally held a principle of not caring what people thought of him, but it was sometimes quite hard to uphold... He turned towards the door. He had decided to visit her at room 13 after all. [teal]Besides, she could use a dent in that ego of hers. Just because you have a big sword doesn't mean everyone cowers before you, half-elf.[/teal]
He descended the stairs to the second floor, then proceeded to room thirteen. He quickly reviewed through a list of spells he could use in this scenario and knocked purposefully.
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Post by »EVE» on May 16, 2009 23:29:47 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] A huge ego. It was not something Eve had, but her mask did. Deep down, she was probably as insecure as the next person, though she did not entirely care about what people thought of her. It was just that, over the years, people tended to simply keep their distance over her sword or whenever they saw her tattoo and knew what it meant. They thought that, because she was an elf, she could kill them in a heartbeat. They were wrong. Sure she was strong, but she was only half an elf, so maybe she'd be able to kill people in two heart beats instead of just the one.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she stood in the balcony, having undressed already and put on something...well, honestly while she was growing up none of her outfits seemed revealing. Eh, maybe it was just how she was brought up. Regardless, she had changed into tiny, skin tight shorts, a tube top that only covered her breasts, and then she had a soft, see-through bully skirt on that reached just below her ankles. Her sleeping attire.
Eve could hear the ran hitting hard against the roof of the balcony as she watched it pour all around her. It was hot in the inn, so thankfully he gave her a room with two windows and a balcony. As she stood there, simply looking out at the town below, she could hear the screams in her head. The screaming, the begging, the pleading of every single one of her victims. She could see their faces and the look of terror but the one that stood out the most to her was her mother's... And Eve didn't even kill her. She had killed herself.
She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she almost didn't hear the knock on her door. She twitched her fingers and the petals all along her back and ribs seemed to move as if the wind outside were moving them. Just as her fingers twitched, the door opened by itself. She took a deep breath and turned , walking back into the room to see the man with the red scarf. She almost forgot about him. She conspiciously erased any emotion that could have been visible on her face as she put her two hands up slightly as if to show him she wasn't armed. Her large blade was next to the door and all of her daggers were on the dresser next to it, all of different shapes and sizes and about twenty total.
Once he could see she was harmless, she crossed her arms over her chest,"You have more pride than I thought,"
[/color] Men usually had more pride than women. Eve was able to swallow her pride when necessary, this man seemed like he couldn't. Maybe he felt he needed to prove something to her by actually taking up on her invitation? Regardless, she did not invite him here to kill him. That much was obvious despite the many weapons across the room from her. She literally killed no one unless she was being paid somehow. But she did not only kill people for a living. If someone needed protection, she also played as a body guard, though she would never remain a body guard permanently. It was usually scholars who were traitors to the government that asked for her protection. The reason she did not like being a body guard was because they would grow attatched to her as if she were some warm, fuzzy toy. She never remained attached... Because it would only leave her disappointed in the end. The wind blew in with a low howl and, with another twitch of her fingers, the door to the balcony closed, the petals again dancing cheerfully and full of life against her skin. Ink she would never be able to erase unless someone sucked all of the magic out of her body.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] [/size][/center]
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Post by Rissterus on May 18, 2009 0:58:01 GMT 5.5
The door swung open by itself, which Rissterus immediately credited to magic. He stepped in just as Eve turned around raising both hands. But what stood out to Rissterus more than the fact that she was unarmed was her change in clothing. Now, instead of wearing the skin-tight leather, she wore practically nothing. Some tight shorts, a top that left her entire stomach uncovered, and a see-through skirt which Rissterus assumed to be silk. What was she trying to do, seduce him? Was she a whore? Rissterus couldn't help but wonder.
"You have more pride than I thought," the half-elf stated, folding her arms.
Rissterus raised an eyebrow. [teal]"You practically invited me,"[/teal] he replied. He observed with interest the winding tattoo which seemed to be woven around her entire body. It was no normal tattoo; it was magical.
[teal]"Now then, I believe it is you who must have questions for me."[/teal] He had, after all, asked only a single question back at the table. He didn't believe he had given her any inclination that he had more about her. He certainly could ask a great deal of questions about her, but he didn't feel the need to do so. After all, he was gone in the morning... Traveling east.
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Post by »EVE» on May 18, 2009 3:01:28 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] "But you actually took up the invitation,"
[/color] she stated simply in response to him saying she invited him. Yes, she did. But as she stated, he didn't have to take up the invitation. He could have ignored it, but he didn't. However, Eve truly had not invited him to her room to have a nice little chit chat about herself. That was the last thing she wanted. She did not like talking about herself, despite how she may come off as to people, "You believe correctly,"[/color] she chuckled, the first sign of emotion since she walked into the inn and just as quickly as it as appeared, it faded away, being replaced with her icy demeanor. She took a seat on the table in the center of the large room and crossed one smooth leg over the other. She wasn't trying to seduce him. She wasn't exactly the kind of person who relied on her looks to get her through each day. If anything, she simply relied on the mask she wore. This case it was no difference. "I have a proposition,"[/color] Eve locked her icy hazel teal eyes onto his as her fingers drumbed her slender fingers only once on the cherry wood, "I told you earlier, about the significance of your scarf,"[/color] a little recap never hurt anyone, "No, I don't plan on killing you,"[/color] her eyes seemed to dart down to his scarf and then back up, "At least, not unless someone pays me to,"[/color] though she didn't look like she was joking, she actually was, "I was actually hoping,"[/color] she crossed her arms over her chest instead of having them behind her keeping her upper body up, that way he would look directly at her face and nowhere else, "that you could teach me sorcery, magic, whatever it is you do. I want to learn as much as possible,"[/color] she could feel the petals twist ing around on her ribs, "and in return, I offer my services to you. "[/color] And by services, she did not mean sex and she was damn sure that he would not see her as some whore who wanted to get laid. No, by services she meant be a body guard, kill people for him, keep people away from him...Basically anything physical except if it was sexual. She had more pride than that. She had her reason for wanting to learn magic. Well, honestly, it was to get the tattoo they put on her off her. Why? Though it was beautiful and defintely something people would find attractive, it was actually...The fact that she would know when she was going to die. Something she simply could not live with. She wanted to learn as much as possible about magic so that she could remove it and actually live her life to the fullest instead of, when seeing that cherry blossom branch starting to wilt, think of how it would be when she would die in the next few seconds....But by then she would already know...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] [/size][/center]
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Post by Rissterus on May 19, 2009 8:04:26 GMT 5.5
"But you actually took up the invitation," Eve countered. Rissterus remained silent, not denying the fact. She continued; "You believe correctly." She said it with a faint laugh, proving that she was not, in fact, devoid of all emotion. However, it was gone a moment later. "I have a proposition..." Rissterus' brow twitched. A proposition? That was something he did not foresee. "I told you earlier, about the significance of your scarf -"
[teal]That again?[/teal][/i] His thoughts must've brought some strange look to his face, for Eve quickly assured him that he wasn't her next target.
..."At least, not unless someone pays me to." That, right there, proved his assumption; she was a killer. Mercenary, up for hire. He took a side-step, casually putting himself between her and her large collection of edged weapons which were lying visibly on her dresser.
And then a random thought struck him; [teal]She has a nice room, compared to mine. That bastard...[/i][/teal] The bartender probably gave the very finest room to this assassin - probably as payment for a murder. Or maybe it was just because the half-elf could pay, and he couldn't.
...Sometimes reasons were simple.
"...teach me sorcery, magic, whatever it is you do. I want to learn as much as possible. And in return, I offer my services to you."
A look of confusion flashed across Rissterus' face as he registered what he had just heard. He had missed the first part, but he quickly put it together. And then he started laughing.
[teal]"I'm sorry,"[/teal] he chuckled. [teal]"I don't take apprentices."[/teal] The very idea was ridiculous. He was only 26 years old. Most mentors were thirty-five or older - the professional ones, anyway. And he had no time to be a tutor; he had things to do, places to go...
But, he didn't want to get himself killed by laughing at her, so in order to smooth her feathers, he began to explore the possibility of letting her tag along with him, though he wasn't seriously considering it.
[teal]"Tell me, though, what would I need your services for?"[/teal] It was true he wasn't the most skilled swordsman, but he wasn't so weak he needed a body guard. But then again, the times were getting more and more dangerous...
((ooc/ Cruddy post. >_< ))
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Post by »EVE» on May 19, 2009 8:50:36 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] Eve's eyebrow arched as she saw him laugh and she simply looked at him with that dead serious look on her face. She obviously wasn't joking and did not plan on laughing anytime soon. She waited until he stopped chuckling and moved on to something more serious instead of stating the obvious.
"Times are dangerous, sir,"
[/color] she stated simply, "Everyone is desperate to get as much protection as they can,"[/color] her eyes had gone to his arms and legs then his torso as if analyzing how much muscle mass he actually had, and the way her eyes moved-so quickly-obviously she found nothing that serious, "Or they learn to protect themselves,"[/color] her eyes landed back on his, "by getting a tutor."[/color] It wasn't like he was going to just learn how to punch a person in the face. Hell, she never trained anyone before but if she trained him the way her trainer had done so to her, he would be able to wield her massive sword in only a few weeks. She only figured this because he was a man. It had actually taken her years to even be able to lift that thing, but she started when she was very young and learned much more before she was able to even look at such a sacred sword. Her hazel teal eyes seemed to dart over to her sword and back at him. She usually did not kill people voluntarily and she knew she could easily get passed him if the time came if he decided to insult her. She probably wouldn't kill him because of a few simple words...Just scare him enough that he would think twice before disrespecting her... Maybe it was the years of being disrespected that made her as tough as nails. It wasn't always fun being ridiculed and put down for being the result of some rape. And for being a half breed which wasn't accepted in the elven community she once lived in, "And if teaching you how to defend yourself without magic won't convince you,"[/color] she seemed to hop right off the table, her feet not even making a sound against the usually creaky floor boards as she seemed to practically glide towards the night stand and grab the bag full of money the man had given her earlier, "This might."[/color] She didn't know this man. She didn't know if he wanted money,protection, or something else. Regardless, she planned on giving it to him. He was the only person in her entire life other than her trainer, that did not leave when she sat at their table. That did not cower when she came close, that did not give her some dirty look or whisper behind her back disgusting and degrading comments when she could so obviously hear them. The only person. Not even her mother, her own flesh and blood wanted to be in the same room with her, claiming she was some demon child... And in a way, she was giving the man credit where credit was due. For once she did not feel like an abomination and the last time she felt this way was with her trainer who was practically a father to her and was basically the one who raised her...And he hadn't been an elf. He had been a human. He taught her everything she knew from scratch and she was hoping this man would teach her as much as he knew as possible, whether he knew everything or not. She just... needed to get this thing off of her. But she did not want anyone else to do it. Not when she had no one to trust. Eve put the bag of money on the table for him, the top of it opened so he could see the contents. Obviously, there was enough in there to buy at least three or more of those giant swords of her's, plus a few unrevealing outfits. She was desperate to learn, even though her desperation was conspicious and subtle.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] [/size][/center]
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Post by Rissterus on May 19, 2009 9:24:36 GMT 5.5
"Times are dangerous, sir. Everyone is desperate to get as much protection as they can." Rissterus bit back a hasty reply. He thought she was referring to him. He should hire her because he was desperate for protection. However, her next words seemed to change the meaning of what she had just said; "Or they learn to protect themselves. By getting a tutor." That obviously was a reference to herself. Rissterus lifted a hand to his chin. This woman was quite something. He took his time in forming a reply, not wanting to set her off. There was something about her that made Rissterus... wary.
"And if teaching you how to defend yourself without magic won't convince you," she spoke again, suddenly springing from the table on which she sat. She swiped up a bag of money from the table. "This might." The bag of money - which Rissterus recognized to be the one from the bartender - made a heavy clinking noise as it was set down before him, proving the value of its contents.
Rissterus was now quite taken aback. This whole conversation had been completely unforeseen. He wasn't sure how to deal with it, at the moment. The money normally wouldn't have tempted him, but it would make things an awful lot more convenient for him. And he could probably get the half-elf to do more for him than just pay. But still, he had no idea where to begin with teaching someone how to use magic.
By now, he had lost all humor and sarcasm. He felt like he was fighting losing battle, like he was trying to find another reason to say no. He sighed, exasperated.
[teal]"I don't even know your name. You don't even know me. What makes you think I can even teach you anything?"[/teal]
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Post by »EVE» on May 20, 2009 3:19:56 GMT 5.5
• • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] "It takes more than a simple exchange of words to get to know someone,"
[/color] they were words her master had told her. But she didn't add the rest of it. The fact that it took more than a lifetime to understand the person across from you because, just when you think you have them figured out, they'll turn around and do something very unexpected that will make you evaluate them differently. Also, as people grow older, they change, even if the changes are small. "And my name is Eve,"[/color] she held out her slender hand as a sort of peace offering and of course to politely shake his hand as much as she wasn't a fan of politeness towards others, "At least you won't have to call me half elf,"[/color] she added, "because I'm half human, too."[/color] Despite the fact she did not like either side of herself, humans were a lot more accepting of her than were the elves who were so set in their ways. It was known to many that they did not like half breeds, or pretty much any other race other than their own. Well, with many clans it was that way, though there were always exceptions. Obviously, Eve did not plan on going anywhere. Despite the way she tended to intimidate people, she was actually a bit friendly, if she really decided to open herself up to those kinds of emotions. Though she did end many lives, she helped save a few. Maybe that was why they called her Eve, like the fist woman to walk the earth. Maybe her mother preditced that she would be the start of something new? Regardless, she did want to live to see whatever happened in her life, but she did not want to know when it would end because it would ultimately effect every decision she would make from there until she truly did die. "And the reason I think you can teach me magic,"[/color] she locked her eyes onto his, "is because you showed up and did not stay in your room afraid I'd come and kill you in the middle of the night."[/color] He wasn't afraid of her, or he didn't let on that he was afraid of her, "You accepted my invitation."[/color] It was the simplest reason as to how she knew he could teach her something. Strange how the littlest decisions could spiral into so much more.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size][/center] [/size][/center]
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Post by Rissterus on May 23, 2009 5:47:03 GMT 5.5
[teal]"...Rissterus,"[/teal] he stated, lightly shaking her hand. [teal]"I'm unaccustomed to dealing with ... people like you,"[/teal] he was going to say "your kind", but that would've sounded insulting. [teal]"So you'll have to excuse me."[/teal]
"And the reason I think you can teach me magic, is because you showed up and did not stay in your room afraid I'd come and kill you in the middle of the night. ... You accepted my invitation."
Rissterus kept his ice blue eyes locked with hers, fighting off the intimidation he felt. [teal]"Well, Eve,"[/teal] he said, after no response came immediately to mind. [teal]"assuming we do come to some mutually beneficial arrangement, what then? We merely travel together?"[/teal]
Surely there must be more to it than that. Eve's terms were quite loose; she would act as a body-guard to him, perhaps give him some sword training, pay him, and accompany him on his journeys, just for the sake of learning magic? Either she was desperate, or she had something up her sleeve.
[teal]Curious...[/teal] Perhaps Rissterus would agree to this strange proposal after all, if only to see what happened. [teal]Be careful, Riss, you may be gambling with your life, here.[/b][/teal] But that was unlikely.
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