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| [p]Running on Thick Ice; For Sebastian(The Tazdril One) | |
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| Quinn | Tue Aug 3, 2010 2:39 am Post #1 |
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(OOC Note: The post refers to Jessie as a she, although Jessie thinks she is male.) Jessie stepped carefully off the ship and onto the boarding ramp. It rocked with the violent seas, her vision impeded by blowing snow. Her gloved hand grasped the rope railing tightly as her feet faltered. Ice packed onto these so fast! Impact. Jessie hurtled facefirst into the wharf. She made no sound, slowly lifting herself away from snow and slush matted planks. She slowly turned her head and glared at the men who had harassed her. She stood up, ignored their commentary and gave them a rude gesture for their troubles. She hurried down the pier, not wanting to make any more attention. Wind dragged at her clothes, waves careened over the colossal wharf. The breakwaters had failed in the face of this storm. Lightning lit the scene, overwhelming the flickering lanterns for a split second. Men shouted over the roar of mother nature, only to be overwhelmed by a crack of thunder that shook the pier. Men prayed to the fallen gods, Jessie Lagan saw no need. Storms happened. Jessie rushed up stone steps into the great ice walls that hemmed in the city, and the storm became a roiling black mass overhead, pouring rain into the city. The warmth forced Jessie's coat off, revealing her slim form. Many made fun of her for being so unmasculine, but Jessie didn't care. She could beat them in a fair fight. Her mind came back to why she was here, finding the dangerous fire mage Aztol Nilbosh. There was a bounty hunter's guild on this street, that's where she would meet her partner. She rushed down the street, coat billowing out behind her. The guild was clearly marked, and even dominated a large structure. She entered the building, pressing open the heavy doors. She walked between the large tables of mercs talking and to the bar, where the guild's administrators worked. "A pint of lager and I'd like to know where my partner is for this Aztol Nilbosh job." Jessie asked. The man looked down at his form. "Mister La-, oh, hello Master Lagan! He'll be at the table in the corner." The thoroughly confused looking secretary said. The man pointed over to a table. Jessie nodded and weaved her way between the tables and to the table, sitting down at it. "So, what's your name, and your fighting style? I'm Jessie Lagan, an archer." Jessie asked. |
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| Sebastian | Wed Aug 4, 2010 12:45 am Post #2 |
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Sebastian reclined in his seat, his ankles folded, and one arm dangling over the back of the chair. His hood was down, and his blue skin had a dark tone to it in the light. His bright azure eyes had retreated behind pale eyelids, and his mat of thick alabaster hair was brushed away from his face, put up in a short, sloppy ponytail. A deep scar traversed the bridge of his wide nose, and his upper lip and jawline were decorated with patches of white, wispy facial hair. Puffs of blue-white steam rose from his mouth with every exhale. He sighed, wondering if he had missed his partner. He had shown up only minutes later than arranged, but past experiences kept him from doubting that imperfect punctuality could lead to loss of his partner, and a job. Flicking open his brilliant eyes, he tilted his head back, pretending to be awfully interested in the craftsmanship of the beams running along the ceiling. He had begun counting potential nests for insects in the wood when a light thump at the other end of the table interrupted his game. "So, what's your name, and your fighting style? I'm Jessie Lagan, an archer," his partner shot at him. Sebastian's neck came down like a hinge, and he squinted at Jessie. Hadn't he been told his partner was a man? He cupped his chin with his large, gloved hand and answered him. "Sebastian," he said simply, "and as for my fighting style, imagine a polar bear with the agility of a fox and the harshness of a blizzard. Now imagine it wielding blades." He had been partially joking in his answer, but the intonation of his voice did not denote humor. It was heavy and metallic, warm, yet unwelcoming. His eyes made one more scan of his partner and finally fell on his chest. The playful smile on his face hardened to a puzzled frown, before his eyes flitted back up to Jessie's face. "An elf?" he asked. |
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