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| Shhhh...I'm hunting birdies.; [P] Lancer | |
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| Grave | Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:00 pm Post #1 |
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Up above the waterfall city the skys were dark with a dense cloud cover, and lightning darted back and forth thought the skys in unnatural patterns. Every so often if you kept your eyes upward a great thunderbird would pass by in a somewhat mesmeric show of aerial skill, followed shortly by yet another bolt of lightning streaking through the gray skys. Stein walked down the road as if it were just another sunny day in the park humming and mumbling a song as he went, keeping his eyes locked upward as the great beasts overhead passed. Upon his back rested a almost comically large backpack which almost seemed to...squirm if you paid close attention ti it. The backpack was sealed tightly as to make sure its contents would not be able to escape, Stein regarded it as his secret weapon for his latest whim of a quest. The next question that crossed through Steins mind was a big one, for him anyway. ”How do I get the birds to come to me....” Still walking down the street he started yelling up into the sky while still paying very little attention to where he was going. “HEY BIRDS COME HERE FOR A MINUTE! COME ON COME HERE.........HERE BIRDY BIRDY BIRDY!” About that time all his yelling was followed by a dull thud as he walked directly into a wall and fell over onto his back. Seeming as though he hadnt even realized what happened Stein continued to walk in place while laying on his back yelling up in the sky. ”HERE BIRDY!” |
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| Lancer | Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:02 pm Post #2 |
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What a spectacle Cascadia truly was. It's beautiful, graceful appearance, many different artisans which in turn created their beautiful craft and the simple fact it floated in the sky, accompanied by the myriad of gleaming waterfalls could only make this city hated by those whom were not observant enough to simply gaze in awe at its astronomical aesthetic glory. Unfortunately, Lancer was one of these people... In his travels, he had been many different places; some comforting, some hostile and others boring. But this place, Cascadia, apparently some wonderful city full of Master Craftsman ready to extort the most gullible of people to buy their phony, manufactured work and the fact it floated in the sky, apparently because of some stupid stories made up to tell the children and make them want to come even more. Lancer hadn't liked this place since he had heard about it back in Kellen; it was a place of tourism; funneling people in as much as they could in order to fill their already bulging pockets even more. This, of course being the misanthropic man that he was, was Lancer's view of the city; a vial of extortion and money laundering. He didn't go somewhere to simply ogle at the aesthetic beauty of a place; that was for people without any purpose in life. He was there for work; which as of late had been rather sparse for the travelling vigilante, mercenary, bounty hunter, handyman, jack of all trades which he had slowly been turning into. Organised groups, private militaries and even one of the goddamn Churches had stood between him and work; simply because he hadn't any ties with any big and well known conglomerates. Lancer was simply an angry, misanthropic fighter who wished to make his living out of simple means; well, mainly ones that included fighting, as that was his main area of expertise. Anything else was either too boring or not within his required skill set... But he'd still give it a go, regardless... If the chance ever arose. So, he had ended up in Cascadia. Rather reluctantly, he had spent his dwindling amounts of money of hiring out an inn for the night before, where he'd go an 'explore' or in more colloquial terms 'job hunt' the morn after. The stay at the inn, as much as he hated to admit it was comforting and nice; a stark contrast from sleeping on the stone-ridden floor or in the branch of a tree; the ever present threat of Goblins or Bandits coming and mugging him the night looming over him like a plague. But now, he had no such fear! All he had to fear was these con artists and their merchandise. And this is where we pick up on our hero, as he was quietly progressing down one of Cascadia's many roads, still unsuccessful in his hunting for job. His cloth covered spear, with its vermillion tip just noticeable served exceedingly well as a form of staff and cane, which enabled him to almost look like some form of sage as he walked, but was of course obvious enough to be a deadly weapon. Of course, his rather lovely blue armour (which went rather nicely with the spear) was already enough to make him stick out like an Orc amongst Goblins, but the spear just tipped it into the area of being an Ogre amongst the Goblin Horde. But, of course, Lancer hadn't a care in the world what others thought of his dress sense, or rather lycra-style tight-fitting body armour for that matter. His travels had left him observing some strange man as he himself made his way down the same street as the polearm wielding vigilante. This guy was weird... Shouting at lightning? Lancer had no idea there was anything up in the sky other than the storm; well, he hadn't really bothered to check either. His curiousity gained the better of his common-sense once again, and his will to search for a job soon subsided with this odd, odd person; so, without further adieu, he made his way over to the man on the ground and leaned over, looking at him, with his trademark scowl plastered on his face. “Yo.” |
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| Grave | Sat Feb 12, 2011 5:10 am Post #3 |
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Stein went quiet for a moment as he stared upward at the man standing over him. As normal with Stein several things went through his mind, sadly non of then relating in any way to the man standing over him. ”I wonder....does everything taste like chicken....or does chicken taste like everything else....?” Blinking rapidly a few times as if reassessing the man Steins face became somewhat puzzled. ”Hi birdie! You do not appear to be a bird....I could have sworn I was yelling for a bird....you just look like a grumpy man....or....maybe...a grumpy bird man?.... Reaching to his side he opened up his pack a slight bit reaching down inside it to pull out a giant three foot long worm that was about as big around as his fist. With little hesitation Stein shoved the worm upwards towards the mans face. ”Would you like a worm grumpy bird man? That should cheer you up. All bird like worms, it will make you grow up to be a big birdie and all strong like.” For the most part Stein just laid before bursting out in one of his somewhat creepy laughing fits and after a few moments returned to a somewhat cheerful smile while waiting to see if the man was going to take the worm or not. |
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| Lancer | Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:51 pm Post #4 |
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As Lancer finally brought himself closer to the man whom had piqued his curiosity, he soon began to realise how different this one was from the rest of the caste in the city of Cascadia. If he wasn't the form of some twisted experiment, probably labelled as some beauty enhancement knowing Cascadia, he was one weird undead, who had no qualms in coming out in the day time. At that time it seemed to trigger in Lancer's mind; he never got to meet normal people; he never got to just stop a random person in the street, scowl at them and then engage in a meaningful conversation about the economical situation of Kellen, no! Instead, his wacked curiosity always drew the man closer to oddballs and weirdos who Lancer would inevitably end up hating; then again, even if he did have a normal conversation with one, he'd probably hate them afterwards too. As he felt his brows furrowing, more in confusion than his trademark expression of anger, the man began to speak. Well, he was quite perceptive, wasn't he? Noticing -that- quickly that the man whom had decided to greet him after his trip to the floor wasn't indeed a creature of the avian variety. Well, at least he didn't appear to be some massive bumbling madman who would never shut the hell up and let lancer get a word in edgeways. Even so, perhaps Lancer's snide self was just an extraordinarily good read of character; it wouldn't be the first time that he had been right; first impressions often gave good examples of what the people would be like all the time. Lancer had been looking down upon a strange guy, scowling; that fitted the cerulean clad, spear toting vigilante quite well; in fact, it almost fit the man down to a tee. He decided not to give the man a response at first flinging the statement mentally aside; perhaps as a rhetorical question or just simply a stupid mumble from the man. A 'grumpy bird man'? And then, his following statement was even more goddamn stupid! Was he serious, truly? Offering Lancer a worm even though he wasn't even sure if he was a bird?! The sheer stupidity of it was almost causing Lancer to have an aneurysm. Why couldn't he just meet a normal person? Was he truly hated that much? Perhaps he should turn to religion; perhaps if he devoted his life to something stupid and unreliable, he'd be rewarded... Pfft, even the thought annoyed the man. Once again, he'd just have to ride this situation on through. As the man produced some giant worm and thrust it at Lancer's face, the vigilante hopped backwards; quite impressively clearing a distance of about a foot between them. “That thing ain't coming anything near me, you hear? I'm not no bird, and I sure as hell ain't gonna get much stronger just by eatin' it...” |
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