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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 13:19:24 GMT -5
She ignored the whispers as much as she could, moving steadily towards the figure, her sword in front of her. Once in range, she attacked again, trying to disrupt the spell.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 13:29:47 GMT -5
*The whispers cease as the figure jumps away from her sword, soft pops can be heard and small flickerings fill the air around them for a moment when the spell fizzles. The shadow now drops the dagger, exchanging it for a long sword from its hip, and attacks Míriel in a whirlwind of blows, the blades coming down so fast every time that there is not much room to hit between them though the shadow is getting closer and closer, spinning itself, faster and faster, while the blades keep flashing towards Míriel's arms, chest, sides and throat*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 13:38:35 GMT -5
She parried the blows she could, but as the figure kept coming towards her, she ducked and tumbled past it, ending up where the figure had been previously. She picked up her dagger, hefting it, and throwing it at the figure's back.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 13:50:18 GMT -5
*The figure stops spinning slowly, and dodges the dagger just too late. It scratches the shoulder, tearing the black cloth. Two drops of blood fall to the ground before the shadow jumps at her. One blade is sheathed just prior to the jump, the longsword is aimed at her heart. The now empty hand grabs for her throat*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 14:06:03 GMT -5
She watched the figure jump, slashing at its sword and arm with her sword. She took a step back, bringing her sword in low, going for the legs.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 14:32:52 GMT -5
*The shadow parries in the air, and lands just before her because she stepped back, immediately rolling to the side to avoid her sword. It then- sheathes its sword, and gives Míriel a hardly noticeable bow. From a hidden back pocket on its trousers, the figure takes a very small note, with a small pin depicting a Nightshade flower pinned into it. The note reads:*
Congratulations. You passed.
*The shadowy figure throws it on the ground before Míriel's feet, then grabs the shoulder for a second, clutching where her dagger scratched the skin. But only for a second, because the next, the shadow takes a step back, and disappears into the darkness. A moment later, the door opens a tiny bit again, and Míriel is left alone in her room.*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 14:42:02 GMT -5
She lowered her sword as the figure sheathed his. After it had left the room, she sheathed hers and picked up the note, reading it. She took the pin off it, putting it somewhere relatively inconspicous, but easily showable, if need be.
She sat down at the desk again, treating the hilt of her dagger with poison. As she should have done before. She frowned at herself. She had been sloppy in that way. Keeping working, she thought back to the test and smiled at the figure getting hurt. It would not be very easy curing that.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Jun 6, 2004 18:53:47 GMT -5
She got up and left the room. The bar/restaurant was filled to its limits, and the waiters were busily serving drinks and taking orders. She got out unnoticed, taking a good look around her ash she walked out of the building and headed to the centre.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 19:13:48 GMT -5
*There is a tall man leaning against the outside of the bar*
Morning, Yattara.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Jun 6, 2004 19:25:48 GMT -5
Upon hearing Yattara she looked at the man, not showing any surprise or recognition at the name. Her face was calm while she thought furiously. Who was he and where did he get her name from? For the moment, she decided to play it innocent.
Yattara, sir?
She studied him surreptiously.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 19:32:33 GMT -5
*He chuckles and stands up straight. While she is in this form, he towers over her head.*
Shall I call you Míriel Ithildin, then? Or any of your other names?
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Jun 6, 2004 19:46:24 GMT -5
She looked up at him, unimpressed, and shrugged.
Míriel will do fine. Who are you?
Her face and voice were calm, hiding the anger and thoughts inside her. How had he found out? Some of her previous names were not safe for use, still. For mortal cities, some had a long memory. Very long...
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 19:58:22 GMT -5
*He nods politely*
Then Míriel it is. I? I am no one of importance. I am connected to the Nightshade Corporation, in a way.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Jun 6, 2004 20:08:36 GMT -5
She gave the man a hard look. Of no importance? Pish-tosh.
Associated with the Nightshade?What do you want of me?
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 20:14:33 GMT -5
Just a talk, that is all. My organisation is rather impressed with you, Yat- Míriel.
*He smiles pleasantly, though that smile never reaches his grey eyes, in which she can see herself clearly reflected. It is not clear whether he slipped up on purpose, he certainly doesn't appear to be sorry for it*
We do wonder, however, what someone of your- abilities- would want with us. Though this is not the best place for such a little talk. Would you mind coming to my office?
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