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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 8:58:36 GMT -5
Brandon stood up, and, to unleash his anger, brought his sword down on a table.
With each hack, slah, and thrust, he enunciated one phrase:
"Samurai - shall - DIE!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2003 9:13:16 GMT -5
Maia was watching with a glance similar to amusement on her face. So the young squire was chopping up a table and shouting about Samurais. Maybe soon she would be learning Demon Magic after all....
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 9:28:38 GMT -5
Maia was watching with a glance similar to amusement on her face. So the young squire was chopping up a table and shouting about Samurais. Maybe soon she would be learning Demon Magic after all.... Um... Why would she be learning demon magic soon...? IC: Brandon whirled to face the demon and gave him another kick. First samurais murder his master, and now, a demon is doing who KNOWS what? Brandon slowly turned away from the creature and remembered the thief. He walked up to her, his hand shaking on his hilt. "Yes, you are half-right; I was a squire. But when those codemnable samurais....assasinated....him...I believe that transfers me to knighthood - all I havent had done is been knighted by the king. Good day," he added, and ran out the door. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2003 9:40:38 GMT -5
OOC: Well, I wanted to learn one or the other, and after I saw you whacking a table, I figured you were bad and the Demon was better so I'd choose to learn from the Demon. And why are you leaving? Are you relaly deserting your master and leaving his corpse to rot with this demon? No offense, mr. Demon....
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Maia watched as he left. Either way, he was still basicaly a squire. He didn't know enough about swordsmanship and sportsmanship to be a Knight. He obviosuly didn't do the honourable thing there. She shrugged, and turned back tot he DEmon to watch what he was going to do.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 10:09:51 GMT -5
Brandon stormed through town.
His mind was blank with rage - what was he going to do?
Cursed samurais... and a fairy... and a thief... and a -
DEMON!
Brandon had left the demon alive!
He ran back in town, looking for the inn.
And that thief! What if she stole his masters armor?
And how was he going to contact any authorities?
He skidded to a halt in the inn and marched over to the girl-thief.
"You," he said, his breath short. "Youre a thief, arent you? If you come anywhere near my master..." he drew his sword. The girl didnt seem to care.
"If you think I'm only a wee squire, then how about I prove I'm not?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2003 10:34:54 GMT -5
Maia really didn't care. "You know, I am actually a matchless dagger fighter. I preffer not to fight with swords. Actually, I wanted you to teach me some fencing and oher forms of swordplay. I hate being ignorant." SHe shurgged, and walked towards the Demon, hoping the squire would get scared she was going to steal the corpse.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 12:22:22 GMT -5
Maia really didn't care. "You know, I am actually a matchless dagger fighter. I preffer not to fight with swords. Actually, I wanted you to teach me some fencing and oher forms of swordplay. I hate being ignorant." SHe shurgged, and walked towards the Demon, hoping the squire would get scared she was going to steal the corpse. Brandon shot his sword in front of her face, the flat of it blocking her way. "Tut, tut. You are not going anywhere near my master. Also, why would anyone with even a shred of nobility teach a THIEF how to sowrdfight?" he said. He looked at her. Hmm... yes, if she was that good with a dagger....could she help him? Brandon lowered his swprd. "Leet's strike a deal. I dont report you, and you come with me to help me in kill those bloody Asian samurais. And I'll teach you to sowrdfight," he added, and extended his right hand. ((BTW, me and my character are left handed swordfighters)) |
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Post by misslynx on Aug 27, 2003 12:43:21 GMT -5
((BTW, me and my character are left handed swordfighters)) A fellow left-handed? So I'm not the only one... IC: Kira opened her eyes again, only to find she was still in the cold alley. "It doesn't surprise me." she said. "I think I'm so tired I can't even create a fireball!" she fought the temptation to fall asleep and got up, walking around in circles to keep herself warm. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2003 13:29:38 GMT -5
OOC: You never confirmed the fact that I was really a thief, you know.
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Maia considered his offer for a second. Then, she said coolly "What makes you think I'm a thief? Just because what - I'm subdued? Unimpressed? Antisocial? How about the fact that I'm wearing a vivid green cloak ... you honestly think a thief would wear something this bright?" Her pale eyes hovered over the sword in front of her face. Fortunately she had over a dozen knives hidden on her body in strategic locations.
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Post by misslynx on Aug 27, 2003 14:38:50 GMT -5
Kira heard distinct voices. They're continuing the fight outside now. Will they ever decide? she thought, now rubbing her arms not to freeze. She explored the destructed area where she was, trying her best not to come too close to the inn. She found the knight arrogant and very easily angered, so encountering him again wasn't one of her priorities.
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 27, 2003 15:05:03 GMT -5
((Hasn't anyone noticed that my body is... uh... what was it, now?... I know, DEAD?????????))
I felt my contact with my body upset-the only reason I could come into the realm of the souls was because I had been in contact with one who had already left for it. If my contact was broken... with a sinking... not a heart-a soul doesn't have a heart-but a sinking feeling, I realized what must have happened.
MORON SQUIRE!
I grasped at the thinning and shattering thread connecting my soul to my body. Even as I held it, it was desintigrating. I slowly pulled myself towards my body, not quickly enough. Then, I didn't know why, but I felt hands pushing me back to my body, I glanced back, and saw the soul of the knight. I managed to reach my body, with his help. After I had a secure... hold... on it, I turned back to the knight. Thank you, I told him, my lips never moving. Your duty is done. Go join the spirits of goodness in the place you know you must go. The knight smiled, and started glowing. His spirit started getting smaller, more transparent.
He had let go of his duty to the living world, and embraced the duty of the dead.
I slipped into my body, only to be met with intense pain, pain I hadn't felt since I'd mouthed off Dad and he'd shown me what it was like to have a Torn Soul... No, it can't be! My soul can't be torn! It was impossible to suffer any injuries in the Land of the Souls!
Soon, I realized what the pain was: my body had to be dead in order to release my soul enough to get to the Land of the Souls. When you go back to your body, you keep a firm hold on the Soul world, until your body regains its signs of life once more. Now I knew why. I waited for what seemed like years for my heart to beat again, to breathe again. As soon as I could, the pain began to go away. When my body was back to normal, and the pain gone, I looked around. There was the knight-no more glimmerings of his soul remaining-and there, on his other side, was a girl in a bright green cloak, and the squire. Judging by the distance and the position in which I had landed, I knew there was no way the girl could have gotten me over here.
Quick as lightning, I got my feet under me and sprang at him, gouts of flame coming out my back, dissappearing to reveal great red dragon wings. I flew to the squire, taking a deep breath, and breathed on him with the fires of the dragons.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 19:55:17 GMT -5
((Hasn't anyone noticed that my body is... uh... what was it, now?... I know, DEAD?  ??)) I felt my contact with my body upset-the only reason I could come into the realm of the souls was because I had been in contact with one who had already left for it. If my contact was broken... with a sinking... not a heart-a soul doesn't have a heart-but a sinking feeling, I realized what must have happened. MORON SQUIRE! I grasped at the thinning and shattering thread connecting my soul to my body. Even as I held it, it was desintigrating. I slowly pulled myself towards my body, not quickly enough. Then, I didn't know why, but I felt hands pushing me back to my body, I glanced back, and saw the soul of the knight. I managed to reach my body, with his help. After I had a secure... hold... on it, I turned back to the knight. Thank you, I told him, my lips never moving. Your duty is done. Go join the spirits of goodness in the place you know you must go. The knight smiled, and started glowing. His spirit started getting smaller, more transparent. He had let go of his duty to the living world, and embraced the duty of the dead. I slipped into my body, only to be met with intense pain, pain I hadn't felt since I'd mouthed off Dad and he'd shown me what it was like to have a Torn Soul... No, it can't be! My soul can't be torn! It was impossible to suffer any injuries in the Land of the Souls! Soon, I realized what the pain was: my body had to be dead in order to release my soul enough to get to the Land of the Souls. When you go back to your body, you keep a firm hold on the Soul world, until your body regains its signs of life once more. Now I knew why. I waited for what seemed like years for my heart to beat again, to breathe again. As soon as I could, the pain began to go away. When my body was back to normal, and the pain gone, I looked around. There was the knight-no more glimmerings of his soul remaining-and there, on his other side, was a girl in a bright green cloak, and the squire. Judging by the distance and the position in which I had landed, I knew there was no way the girl could have gotten me over here. Quick as lightning, I got my feet under me and sprang at him, gouts of flame coming out my back, dissappearing to reveal great red dragon wings. I flew to the squire, taking a deep breath, and breathed on him with the fires of the dragons. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" roared Brandon, flame searing him. He fell forward and rolled to one side, his cloak aflame. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the demon in its full hideosness. Pain had no meaning for him; he demon had tried to take his master, and was now trying to take him. He flipped off his cloak and lunged, steel connecting with flesh. ((Yup, CONNECTING - and lets say, if the demon lives - he had sure as heck better steer clear of my character for the rest of the plot  And we thought Brandon hated you NOW... )) |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 19:58:16 GMT -5
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" roared Brandon, flame searing him. He fell forward and rolled to one side, his cloak aflame. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the demon in its full hideosness. Pain had no meaning for him; he demon had tried to take his master, and was now trying to take him. He flipped off his cloak and lunged, steel connecting with flesh. ((Yup, CONNECTING - and lets say, if the demon lives - he had sure as heck better steer clear of my character for the rest of the plot And we thought Brandon hated you NOW... )) FYI, I ONLY mean the demon - no personal offense to you whatsoever. |
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Post by misslynx on Aug 27, 2003 20:02:46 GMT -5
Whoa, seems as if the fight's getting harder! I think I'm going to check it out. thought Kira, walking towards the inn. She hid in an alley, looking at what was going on. The knight was in fire, the demon had sprouted wings and a girl with a vivid green cloak was standing there, watching the spectacle unfold. She knew the demon would be far more powerful than the knight. Magic could always beat a sword, when it was well used.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 27, 2003 20:14:56 GMT -5
Brandon felt as the cold steel pierced the demons flesh. Brandon hit the ground, and, righting himself best he could, jabbed upwards, hoping that not only was the demon still there, but it would pierce his body ((but not yet hitting him so you better do a barrel roll CrazyWriter )) |
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And we thought Brandon hated you NOW...