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| Unholy Katanas; [p] Raphael | |
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| Zakiya | Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:26 pm Post #1 |
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Zakiya didn't know exactly where she was, she constantly got lost in this place, going one way then the next, looking for a way out of the city, but also trying to figure out wheres where, it was very confusing, probably due to her memory loss. She wondered often who she was before and if everything was as confusing, but somehow she doubted that. She wished she knew who she was before, was she always a good person, who not? Since she found herself in a ditch, she didn't remember anything, she didn't know if she found anything so terrifying as that. Now, she found herself on the docks. She walked down a street towards here, and was fascinated by the large boats, and wondered how they worked them. She walked along the docks, making sure to stay out of everyones way. Her boots hit against the woden planks as she went, and her blond hair blew in the air, whipping around her face, and sometimes getting caught around some of her armor she wore. The two katanas she had that were sheethed in hard scabbards hit lightly against her side as she went. Her eyes were filled with curiosity, and she looked ahead at boats, and wondered what it would be like to sail on one, it might be nice to try one day, when she figured out what to do now, since it wasn't that long since she woke up remembering nothing. She pushed those thoughts out of her head as she walked on. There was only one thing that bugged her about the sailors and such, was that most of them where drunk idiot thieves who deserved to be in bars. As she went, she often saw eyes looking at her, probably because of her slender non-warrior looking build. She ignored most of them though, and kept walking. The armor she wore felt cold against her skin, well, the bit of armor she did wear, and it didn't help with the cool breeze that blowed through. She wore her armor and stuff, that had the winged gloves and boots. She had this outfit when she woke up, even with the two katanas, that had strange markings on them, she had no idea what they meant, those strange symbols - but any celestial or demon would - but they gave Zakiya a strange feeling whenever she brushed a finger on them. Her thoughts suddenly darkened with confusion and uneasiness, as she wondered what they meant, and why they gave her and unholy like feeling. She stopped in her walk, and shivered slightly, but not from the breeze, simply from fear of not knowing what the two blades were, she only knew them to be elegant katanas, but anyone who saw them would know something was strange about them. |
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| Raphael | Wed Apr 16, 2008 4:42 pm Post #2 |
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The salty air of the Taras docks were filled with the shouts and commands of both sailor and captain alike as ships were either being docked or preparing to disembark. There was a great deal of vulgarity present as well, as the men who went out to brave the variable dangers of the ocean were hardly gentlemen. More often than not the women who made their lives at sea were eve worse than the men, swearing and threatening to compensate for their lack of numbers within the crew. Perhaps it was some small miracle, then, that the self proclaimed 'Noble Thief' and famed pirate Raphael Sinclair had managed to hold onto his higher education and aristocratic upbringing even among the very worst society had to offer. He was aboard his ship, Sin, now. His men gone into town to drink away their cut of the most recent of spoils. Personally he had absolutely no desire to piss away his coin and riches in taverns and with filthy whores. Though he commanded a crew of cut throats and ruthless murderers and thieve he could never be called one of them. His noble birth, for one set him apart even without the scholarly education he possessed. Pirates were some of the greatest sailors Imythess had to offer, to be sure, but the majority of them knew little beyond the sailing of a ship and which end of a sword goes into the opponent. One should never also forget their capacity for rum, a drink Raphael himself had tried only once, was simply legendary. No, the young pirate captain truly did not belong with the men he sailed the seas with, would always be an outside to them, but was feared and respected all the same. No doubt that fact only made him even more intimidating to them. The knowledge that, although he was not the type for piracy, he stayed. Not for fame, not for fortune, but for adventure. the thrill of having total freedom to do whatever he wished no matter how high a price such a life earned for his capture. So there he lay upon the crimson stained railing of his personally designed ship, seemingly oblivious to the way the water caused it to sway and roll about. His hands were up behind his head, serving as a makeshift pillow while one of his feet lay flat upon the railing, his knee bent and up into the air, and the other simply dangled off the side. By all appearances he was soundly asleep, basking in the warm glow of the sun with a steady rise and fall to his chest. It had been over a candle mark since he had positioned himself thus and not once had he moved or shifted. From where he lay he was clearly in sight from the docks. Something that would have been cause for concern had the city guards not been good friends of his. Whoever said money could not by everything clearly had not been very rich. A series of loud whistles and lewd comments caused Raphael to open his emerald colored eyes, at last, siting up with an annoyed sigh. The people who frequented the docks clearly needed a lesson in manners. Not only was it incredibly rude to spoil a contented man's nap but whoever proved to be the target of those snide remarks was probably scared out of his wits after looking upon only a few of the dirty stares that would have followed her. Even honest sailors, good and respectable men though they claimed to be, would not hesitate to have his way with a beautiful dame whether she desired it or not. Provided, of course, that any one of them could get her alone. So disgusting and perverted were many of them that they would even take turns. Taking hold of a spare rope he had tied to the railing the young pirate captain swung out over the rail to land gracefully upon the dock only a few feet in front of the woman who was attracting all the attention. The effect his sudden rousal had on the men and women of the docks was immediate, casting them into palpable silence while he straightened, combing the fingers of one hand through silky, sandy blonde hair. There was the beginning of a smile working its way across his features but as that crystalline gaze turned to the woman he froze. Hair as golden as a setting sun hung down just past her waist, framing a face of such delicate beauty it was difficult to look at anything else in her presence. There was gentle serenity in that angelic expression, such tranquil innocence that the tell tale stride and set of her shoulders seemed to be ling to him. She moved like a fighter, carried herself with a warrior's deadly grace. Yet her sparkling eyes seemed distant as if she was at least partially withdrawn into some inner brooding. So much so that she had not even seemed to notice the men who had called after her. Standing in her path, now, he could only dip into a graceful bow, the decorative hilt of his saber clearly visible at his side as he bent to thier goddess in human form. "I bid you good day, my lady, and would humbly ask your name... Mine is Raphael." |
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| Zakiya | Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:58 pm Post #3 |
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Zakiya shook her head lightly, and bent her head and walked on. Her hand falling to her side, away from the katanas. Her gaze looked at the wooden planks of the docks. She heard the men whistling and shouting, but she paid no attention to that. Just because she woke up with no memories a few days ago, doesn't mean she doesn't know what man is an idiot and who isn't. She glanced up though, slightly, to gaze at the ships again with her silvery eyes. They looked almost like the shining steel of a blade, holding a deadly piercing gaze. A silent sigh passed through her lips, as she looked at them, and wondered if she had ever sailed on one in the past. So many things she wanted to know of who she was. Losing ones memory was a tiring thing, not knowing if you knew anyone around here, not knowing any familiars facing, feeling completely alone in a cloak of darkness. She ran a gloved hand through her silky hair, and it fell onto her shoulders, only to be blown around her face by a calm breeze. The smell of the sea was a calming one, and filled her with curiosity of how it must be on the sea. She looked past the boats and too the waters. The waves were calm, but rushed over to the shores, and crashed on them, soaking the ground more, and rustling rocks as the water pulled back. She suddenly stopped, as a strange feeling pulled at her, almost like something was warning her about something, but she didn't know what. At the same time, the men stopped calling to her, but she had barely noticed, since he had ignored them before. She tilted her head up to look at the man who had swung down in front of her. A hand instinctively slipping onto the hilt of her right hand katana. Her breath seemed to have caught short when she saw his features clearly, and she was quite at a loss for words. She stared at him with wide eyes. Her silver eyes shimmered with light from the light of the sun. The man bowed to her, and she just stood there, tensing up slightly. Zakiya took a silent deep breath, then glanced at his saber, and it was a most beautiful blade. She looked away from the sword, and back to the mans face, and looked him over. He has to be the most handsome man she has ever seen. "I bid you good day, my lady, and would humbly ask your name... Mine is Raphael." "Uhm... m-my names Zakiya." She said, then bowed slightly herself. "Pleasure to meet you, Raphael." She said, and calmed herself from her shock at first. She straightened up, and pulled a strand of hair from her pale face. |
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| Raphael | Thu May 1, 2008 8:41 pm Post #4 |
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The infamous and noble Captain Sinclair straightened with a charming smile on his features, emerald eyes sparkling with an unhampered joy that seemed at odds with the way the people of the docks so obviously feared him. Nice people were not supposed to be ruthless, the mind reasoned, and he seemed very nice at the moment. That could be because he was in front of a beautiful young woman, or it could be simple amusement from the way everyone sat in tense silence waiting to see how he would react to being awakened. Either way it did not change the fact that he had the goddess of beauty in mortal form standing before him now and even bowing slightly as she introduced herself. The tension in the air lessoned considerably with that smile, the people who were at one moment poised for flight able to relax as they saw he was taking no offense to their rudeness. "It's a pleasure, My lady." Raphael replied, taking her hand in a smooth motion and bending once more to brush his lips over the knuckles though they be gauntleted. His hand rested lightly upon the handle of his saber as he did so, its design fine and intricate in the daylight. He had not missed the admiring gaze this woman had given the blade and he had to admit he could not help offering the same kind of admiration for her two katanas. There as a difficult blade to dual wield, as their shape and weight were designed for a two handed fighting style. That she had somehow managed to acquire the skill of not only fighting with one hand but two at once spoke multitudes of her prowess. He wondered, idly, if she could best even him. Zakiya... the named echoed over and over in his mind like a musical angel song. A name both as exotic and rich with enchantment as the very woman it belonged to. Again he took in her appearance, the gleaming armor that protected her body, naming her a warrior of some sort. The delicate and flawlessly smooth features of her face, delectably curved and tanned into a luscious bronze. Then there were those eyes... like pools of liquid silver staring up at him and through him as if she could see straight to his soul. Just looking into them now sent a shiver up his spine, and not in a bad sense either. Raphael had always been the kind of man who was drawn toward adventure and excitement. Standing before this woman now, looking deeply into those eyes of quicksilver, he felt the stirrings of adventure, of exploring realms unknown. This was a woman worthy of his interest. "You know it just so happens I was on my way into town to find a decent meal. Care to join me?" |
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| Zakiya | Tue May 27, 2008 7:42 pm Post #5 |
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She wasn't expecting such kindness from this man. He looked like a gentleman, but he owned a boat it seemed, and well, normally people like that were mean, though, this was the first captain she has ever met, and maybe all of them weren't too bad. She rid herself of that thought, all of them were bad, she just happened to meet one who was alright. She let Raphael take her hand, though, she felt herself blush ever so slightly, though it was barely visible when the man brushed his lips over her gauntlet. She didn't quite know how to react to this kind of treatment. It was all so new to her. After a while, when Raphael straightened up, she slowly removed her hand from his, as it made her feel strange, uncomfortable, but also right, which freaked her out. She looked behind Raphael to the ships, and even as she looked at them, she felt the mans eyes on her. She turned her gaze to him, her eyes seeming to be dull, and almost a inner coldness in them. "You know it just so happens I was on my way into town to find a decent meal. Care to join me?" She thought a moment, and decided she was hungry, though, she still felt somewhat nervous going with this man, especially since she just met him, and she doesn't even know who she really is. She felt just like a empty shell with no meaning in this land. She looked into Raphael's eyes a moment, then managed a small smile. "Why not? I'd love too." She said. It was a just to meet someone, to actually know someone in this world, but she still wished she could meet someone she knew, she was sure that would fill her emptiness she felt. ((OOC: sorry its so small...)) |
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