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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 4, 2006 16:07:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, and last time I checked Elves are still under protection from the law, and until that changes, she isn't to be touched. Got it? Or do I have to drag a few of you to Calios?" The young looking man grinned mischeviously.
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Post by Methren Zur'an on Feb 4, 2006 16:12:13 GMT -5
The sailors exchange a few looks. The man who seems to be in the lead is still weighing that stone in his hand.
"Why don't you drag her off to Calios, eh? For her protection, like. Or maybe you'd prefer to drag her off someplace else. You a bit into Elves?"
The man grins wickedly. Methren narrows her eyes. She is fuming.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 5, 2006 3:46:41 GMT -5
"Cuz she needs to commit a crime to go to Calios instead of a safe house. Kinda like you're doing in. Lessee... disturbing the peace sounds good. Wanna add resisting arrest to that? Oh oh, maybe we can just skip the paperwork and go to assault on an officer!" The man pulls up, his lower lip trembling violently as he shuts his eyes hard and tears begin to pour out. "I'm so sorry, Eldaris, they just kept attacking! I had to kill them! I'm sorry! Gods, why didn't they just stop...? Hehehe, so anyways, wanna give it a go? I haven't added killing sailors in the defense of a Drow and on the side of law to my list of life experiences yet."
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Post by Methren Zur'an on Feb 5, 2006 3:57:37 GMT -5
The sailors are beginning to give each other slightly worried looks. Even though they'd be five to one (or two), they do not seem to quite like the odds. Eventually their leader shrugs and carelessly tosses the rock into the waters.
"Yeah whatever. C'mon mates, looks like the law prefers Elves over honest people."
He and his friends start walking away past the guard.
"Elf lover."
Methren straightens her back and wipes a few stray white locks out of her face. She sniffs indignantly.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 5, 2006 4:01:59 GMT -5
"Mmm, yeah, done that before. It was fun." The man grinned, exposing teeth that were much like those of a Human's, with a few jagged and sharp additions here and there. "Pft, go back to your sailor sex fantasies, berk."
That done, the guard turned to Methren, that grin still plastered on his intense face. "You know, last I heard, Nightshade likes its people alive."
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Post by Methren Zur'an on Feb 5, 2006 4:07:50 GMT -5
The sailors walk away, muttering amongst each other. Methren promptly glares at the guard.
"I don't know what you'rre talking about."
She tosses her head up with a haughty gesture and moves to step away, going the opposite direction from the sailors.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 5, 2006 4:12:41 GMT -5
"Pft, of course you do. I'm on the Nightshade payroll, I happen to know that you know exactly what I'm talking about. So get the Hells back to headquarters, they're starting to lose you pointy-eared, arrogant little lot."
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Post by Methren Zur'an on Feb 5, 2006 4:16:57 GMT -5
Methren raises an eyebrow and gives the guard a good thorough look. She gives a little shrug.
"... and who might you be?"
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 7, 2006 12:26:13 GMT -5
The young man grinned. "Dyso. You can call me Dyso. Now head back! Much as I'm more than willing to chit chat, you got to get back safe and sound. Stay out of sight, too."
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Post by Methren Zur'an on Feb 7, 2006 12:45:00 GMT -5
Methren nods shortly, though she looks a little puzzled at the words "chit chat". Without a word she turn and walks away, trying as best she can to stay out of sight.
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Post by Elanor on Apr 8, 2007 10:09:46 GMT -5
Elanor hums a Viktor song and runs her fingers up and down the back of Dragon's hand, and eventually up his wrist and his arm into his sleeve, turns to him, kisses him- almost on the lips, she just swerves to the side and kisses his cheek. She laughs and blushes a little. "So, guess his ship should be here somewhere." She pulls her fingers down his arm again and takes a small step back.
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Post by Viktor on Apr 8, 2007 16:51:31 GMT -5
There is a large ship on the harbor, very much a theatre ship. It has the traditional mermaid at the prow, bare-chested as many are, and large lettering on the sides that proclaim the name of the ship, announcing it as the Archon. Large, thin wings spread out to the sides, so thin that you could see through their pale blue membranes. There were no sails on top of the ship, but it was large enough to support several small 'buildings', spread at random intervals.
Dragon smiled, blushing just a little, and kissed her back, managing to get her on the very edge of the cheek as she was turning away. "I'm gonna assume it's the one with the wings."
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Post by Elanor on Apr 8, 2007 16:58:54 GMT -5
Elanor laughs. "The most dramatic one here?" She fumbles for his hand and entwines her fingers with his. "Let's go then."
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Post by Viktor on Apr 8, 2007 17:00:55 GMT -5
There is a long thin plank to the ship, with about a dozen some odd guards surrounding it and keeping a constant vigil for dangerous fangirls. One of them raises a hand as they approach, and clears his throat. "Welcome to Viktor's ship, state your business and then get lost."
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Post by Elanor on Apr 8, 2007 17:05:59 GMT -5
Elanor raises a haughty eyebrow. "My name, young man, is Aerlinn Golwen, Councillor of Eluria. This is my friend and colleague, Ritsart Berseba. Get out. Of my way." She makes an imperious, impatient gesture.
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= Ban/lock smilie
