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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 10:27:51 GMT -5
Today's Setting: Traverse Town, 3rd District
Presets: No PvP fighting, as I haven't been fully approved yet. I'm assuming generic bouts against NPCs and mooks are fine, though. n_n
Stumbling through the large gates linking the 1st and 3rd Districts of Traverse Town, Thane rubbed his bleary eyes. He direly hoped a saunter about the town would do his restlessness some good. Spending three hours in his bed at the inn wasn't quite what he'd been looking for when he'd retired for the night.
Sigh.
The silver haired man trudged about the open bottom level of the District, stopping in the center of the plaza to stare at the perpetual nighttime sky. "If it's always dark here, why aren't the people here always sleeping?" A chuckle escaped his lips; eternal slumber didn't sound very appealing, to be honest. The crimson-clad Bezirkian kicked at some dust, whiling around. He'd stay out for an hour, then hopefully go back and sleep at the inn. |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 10:40:12 GMT -5
[ooc: coughcoughcough. Let's not mention that this character has yet to have her profile in even the final drafts section]"Probably because they need to eat," a scarred soprano said matter-of-factly.
It belonged to an equally scarred woman. She wore a dark hoody, and black leggings, leaving most of her visage obscured. The only obvious fact was that she was short and of a slight build. She was sitting on a park bench, feeding what appeared to be winged lizards. Both the bench and the lizards were out of place, but Traverse Town being what it was, had never been logical. Worlds were continuously merging into its core and aspects of world could pop into existence anywhere - trees might take root in the middle of streets, lampposts appear on rooftops, grandfather clocks in someone's shower stall.
"What are you doing here, stranger?"
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 10:43:33 GMT -5
A black-haired mop of hair swayed beneath a pink, cowboy hat. The baleful bluesy whine of a harmonica peeled through a corner of the third district as a traveler, likely some sort of entertainer, worked through his tunes on a balcony. At first he didn't notice the presence of another man, but after a mistake or two, one of his eyes opened, and he found himself sighting up a large fella with white-silver hair. What looked like a smaller figure as well.
Tch. Perfect.
He said something, though the cowboy couldn't hear it. Surely he'd been noticed by now, especially with the warble of his offkey harmonica. Though Lysander felt there was something strangely romantic by his rough, untrained musical style. Throwing out his silver cleavers into the air they floated in a circle, and Lysander hopped off the balcony he was upon, using them as hovering stairs till he got to the ground. "Evenin'."[/color][/size]
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 10:52:21 GMT -5
Thane turned his attention behind him, where a slight woman sat upon what seemed to be a randomly placed park bench, feeding winged reptilians which he knew could not have hailed from the world they were currently inhabiting. His mouth curled up into a slight smile.
"Of course. They're not bears or the like, so I suppose they'd need their eats." A cacophonous whistling tune had floated (or perhaps staggered?) down on Thane's reply, growing more pronounced as the seconds passed. Ignoring it, he was about to respond to the woman's inquiry when the whistling reached its peak in volume. Another figure had entered, the perpetrator of the queer in-harmonics.
'Interesting crowd.'
"Evening to yourself, stranger. I suppose we've all popped up quite conveniently here, haven't we?" Bemusement filled his voice as he looked to and fro from the others. |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 11:00:27 GMT -5
"This is a traveler's world." The lady said simply, her voice gravelly but curiously high-pitched. As if to lend if credence to her statement, a duck leaned out of one of the buildings, white feathers in a tizzy as it shooed away the lizards in a warbling and heavily accented English before ducking back into its presumed home. She finished handing out the bread crumbs and watched dispassionately as winged lizards grabbed the crumbs and ran.
Finally, she got up.
"Evening." She greeted. |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 11:03:25 GMT -5
[Only problem with this new skin... I can't read any of my favorite colors. Orange this time?]
The cleavers floated around in a dancing parade, folding themselves together and sliding back into Lysander's duffel bag, back over his shoulder. He tipped his hat in the smaller figure's direction, who he was on the assuming side that she was a woman. "I'd agree to that. Got a bit of a waystation feel to it. Howdy ma'am."[/color] He added politely, taking note to take an extra second or two to gaze at her pets before reinitiating conversation. It wouldn't be polite to skip over the things that made a person unique. Everyone likes to be noticed in a little way.
Lysander hadn't been back here in quite a while, and he certainly hadn't studied the nature of traverse town. But then, he wasn't much of the thinkin' type.[/size]
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 11:14:11 GMT -5
A quirked brow was sent in the direction of the duck. 'Did it just... speak?' Admittedly, Thane had seen far more intriguing curiosities, but still... Talking ducks. He shook his head and turned back to the conversation.
The floating blades that had served as the other man's stepping rails paraded around their owner before flying into a bag. Another interesting sight. Well, judging from everyone's clothes (his included), that had to make the whole trio an interesting sight.
"Good evening, good evening." He almost stated it as if to get the greeting out of the way, though he was simply acknowledging everyone's presence simultaneously. "It's pretty quiet this evening," he added, turning his eyes to the sky again. "No Heartless, either." |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 11:27:20 GMT -5
"Is that what they're called..."
The lady shook her head. She hadn't been here long - merely on the tail-end of a small job. It was practically finished already. She spared a quick glance for the cleavers and snorted. Not delicately, either.
"It is a nice day," she admitted.
It was partially her fault. But that was a story for another time.
"I take it that we are all new to these parts?" |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 11:34:37 GMT -5
Lysander couldn't help but smirk when the woman snorted at his cleavers. Some sort of humor issue? Perhaps she had had some horrifically hilarious event with the blade in her past, and now whenever she saw a fearsome cutting edge she couldn't help but giggle? Who knew. When everyone was a stranger, there wasn't much to know. He adjusted the pink-dyed, swallow-tail coat. "Bit chilly for my tastes. Good night for a fire."[/color] He mused, thinking of times he'd sat around a campfire with his father, and listened to stories.
"I've been around before. Not terribly long though.[/color] Honestly he'd only just woken up from the demise of his world a little less than a month ago, perhaps. But he'd been drawn back and back again to traverse town.[/size]
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 11:40:29 GMT -5
"Fire..." The word reverberated in his mind. A man of the forge was always drawn to the flame; it was how they were brought up. "A fire would be nice. Throw in some marshmallows, and maybe chocolate and crackers." Mmm, smores. The silver haired man quickly pushed the thought away, else he incur the rumblings of his stomach once more.
"I've been around as well... I'm just stopping by to see some old sights before I set off again."
A light smile drew upon Thane's face. Yes, he'd been to Traverse Town many times since his world was devoured. He had not seen Alastor in that time, but he had made his friends and enemies throughout the worlds. Perhaps tomorrow he'd return to the Coliseum; they seemed to welcome him back there... But maybe they just needed more fighters to satisfy the crowd. |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 11:45:37 GMT -5
"Then both of you are more familiar than I."
A heartbeat of a pause.
"Would you happen to know of a Master Reilonde? I hear he is an alchemist of some skill."
Hidden behind the veil of the hood, her eyes were indecipherable. In fact, on second glance, one might notice that she had but one of them: the other socket was empty. |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 11:53:10 GMT -5
Lysander cracked a smirk at Thane. The man sure knew what a good campfire consisted of, and anyone who could appreciate something of the nature, could be appreciated in return. "Yessir."[/color] The cowboy commented, more to himself than to either of the others. He thought of the adventures he'd had so far. His encounters with the dark, and the light of the world, and those who he had fought to protect since waking up here. He could picture names and faces.
"Master... Rellonde?"[/color] His brow furrowed quizzically before he finally shook his head. "I apologize. 'Fraid not."[/color] He looked semi-expectantly to the larger of the three.[/size]
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 12:01:09 GMT -5
Why are you looking at me as if I can answer?
That was the question Thane's eyes granted Lysander's gaze. His smile grew a bit; he had no knowledge of the woman's inquiry, either. So, turning to her, he began his response, but not before something caught his view.
Or rather, the lack of something. Not wanting to be rude, Thane did not press further into the suspicion, but he could have sworn his passing glance had only picked up one eye from the female.
"Unfortunately, I do not know of the alchemist you speak of either. Though, if he is of such proficiency that you speak of, someone would be bound to know of his presence."
The man nodded slowly, looking again back and forth between the others. He realized then that he could not put names to this pair of faces. "Aha, well. We've greeted each other, yet we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Thane. Pleasure to meet you all tonight." |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 12:11:47 GMT -5
Ah. It had been worth a shot.
He was the last person she needed to have a chat with. Everyone else had already been accounted for. Master Reilonde, however, had proved to be most elusive. An annoying gentleman, he.
"Leo." The swordswoman replied shortly, considering pseudonyms but discarding them as mostly unnecessary. Leo was a surprisingly common name in these parts, and there were enough different worlds here that no name really stood out. Hers was short for Leonalinda. An ostentatious horror of a name, as far as she was concerned. Even her family name, de Truda, was more palatable.
She paused, allowing the cleaver-man time to make the proper introductions. |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 12:19:08 GMT -5
Cleaver-man, however had gotten lost in thoughts. Thoughts of searching for missing people, and discovering secrets. Thoughts delving into the meaning of a name, and the history of a name. Thoughts exploring... No, thoughts that weren't allowed to explore there. Not in that bit of his mind. What a liar, callin' himself a 'not thinkin man'. What a liar. He shook himself awake. "Oh, yeah. Yes. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Callix Trane O'Dess." He spoke with an extravagant flourish. "Sharpshooter extraordinaire, and travelin' one man circus show. The most astounding single act in all the worlds."
His introduction was fanciful, and emphatically gestured throughout, but Lysander had a good sense of humor, and most of that had been done on purpose. Minus a wink towards the lady, Leo. Nope, no one was hiding under that. Just a goofy carny.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao