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| Bloody Salutations; Alianna, PM for entry | |
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Mon Mar 9, 2009 5:18 pm Post #1 |
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Christopher walked through Kellen, bumping into several people, and muttering small apologies. He seemed almost like a man possessed by some demon, only dimly aware of what went on around him. He was staring down at a small letter, seeming to look THROUGH it, rather than at it. He swore softly under his breath, and then stepped into a rather large man, who lashed out a hand and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. His voice sounded dim and full of rage, the sort of man who thought with his muscles instead of his mind. A thick rumble issued from his throat, and he peered down at Chris, standing a good half foot taller. "You gonna apologize for bumping into me? It's manners, y'know." Christopher looked up at him for a moment, as if contemplating the consequences of not doing this, before nodding his head just slightly, and letting out a hollow, "Sorry." that rang hollowly. He began to walk off, before a hand lashed out from his side, slamming into his head hard enough to rock it. "Like ya mean it, man! I want to hear you apologize like you really are sorry! Didn't your parents teach you to be polite?" Chris, still reeling from the blow, didn't even take the time to think about his response. "I couldn't say it like I meant it if I wanted to, which I really don't. And something tells me 'manners' to you is being intimidated by your size." Steam almost seemed to issue from the man's ears, and his face grew livid at this. "You little...I oughta kill you for talking to me like that! No one insults me." He curled out a fist, and struck Chris hard in the nose. There was a crunching sound, and blood began to stream down Chris's nose, staining his clothes. Oddly enough, he took no notice, only pulled his lips back into a mirthless and hollow parody of a smile, the blood beginning to stream into his mouth. He spoke with a slight gurgle, and spat some of the blood out. "Did that really make you feel better? Is it fun picking on people that won't fight back?" As he spoke, his hands began to make small signs in the air. The brute seemed shocked and taken aback by Chris, but he finally regained his composure, balling both fists up. "I'll crush you, and then we'll talk about who's picking on who! I just asked that you show a little courtesy!" His fists both lashed out at the thin man, who had by now spoken several sharp words. His own hands rose lazily, and grasped the wrists of this gargantuan, squeezing hard enough to cause the man's eyes to bulge in fear. Chris's nose was still streaming blood, and he seemed even more like someone possessed now. "Do I look afraid, big man? Do I scare YOU?" As he spoke, he squeezed even harder, causing the bones in his wrist to ache savagely. "Is it unsettling to see someone smaller than you standing up to you?" He yanked his hands savagely, causing him to lurch forward. The moment he did, Chris's forehead shot forward to strike his nose. The giant staggered backwards, clutching his nose and groaning in pain. "I just shattered your Ethmoid bone, big man. You're no different from any other person, and I hope I taught you that." He spat a glob of blood on his shoe, then turned. "I don't like magic much; it can't be trusted to do what you want it to all the time. I don't even understand WHY it does what I want it to sometimes. But I'm not above using it to teach a lesson to someone like you." He turned away, and then sighed as he probed his nose. "This'll take time to heal." |
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| Alianna | Mon Mar 9, 2009 6:03 pm Post #2 |
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Alianna was walking through the village. She streached and began to look around. She was trying to find a place to buy meal and a room. She finally spoted what she was looking for. Then all hell broke loose. Men were fighting. She folded her arms as she watched the fight. Men always fought. Though she herself liked to stay out of the fray, watching was enjoyable. There were many others standing around gawking at them as well. She took this advantage to liberate a few people of their gold. She slipped her newly aquired money into her own purse before stepping around the fight towards the tavern. It looked like the fight was about over now. She walked into the tavern. It did not take her long before she found an empty seat and made herself comfortable. |
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Mon Mar 9, 2009 6:38 pm Post #3 |
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Chris strode into the bar, his nose still askew, and his shirt stained with the mixed blood of himself and the giant. He nodded silently to the bartender, who was already reaching underneath the bar with a vague smile on his face. Christopher sat in the only other empty seat, and examined the peice of paper once more, seeming quite distressed by it. The writing on it was quite feminine, and the corner was stained just slightly with blood. He quickly looked up at the bartender as he brought him a drink, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a gold coin. "Take it, it's of no worth to me." "Oh, but this is too much, Chris. I couldn't take this from you in all honesty." Chris looked at him with something close to a smile, and then waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, we go through this all the time. I overpay for my drinks, you feel bad and try to give it back, I won't take it. We argue for about 5 minutes, and then I tell you to drink the excess alcohol yourself. So just get a mug and sit down, let's both save some time." He turned away from the bartender, who was already skittering off, and tapped Alianna on the shoulder. He gave a polite nod, and then held out the paper to her. "Please, this paper is the strangest thing I've ever seen." Blood was still crusted around his nose and face, and it had already begun to dry on his shirt as he spoke. The letter was written in bright pink ink, and smelled strongly of some flower. It read: "Dear sir, I have noticed you many days now, and I cannot stay silent anymore. I love you, so much it consumes my every thought. Please be mine. Meet me in Kellen within the week, I await happily." He cocked his head, then stared at her. "Please, help me to understand." |
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| Alianna | Fri Mar 13, 2009 4:06 pm Post #4 |
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Alianna looked up to the man when he tapped her shoulder. He was still bloodied from the fight. So he was the one who had won. Her first thought was that he should do something about that nose and that he should wash off the blood. THe she cocked her head curiously as he showed the letter. It was pink. She hated pink. Why did girls think it was such a pretty color? There were other colors which she found much more attractive. She raised an eye brow as she read the message. Then looked to the man before looking back at the note. Was some air headed woman really in love with this man? Well she had heard that love was blind. "If this letter was indeed ment for you...that means some air headed young lass fancies you," she said. "But trust me...girls like that are not worth your time. They are weak and will pinning for you to away be around to shower them with gifts and love." |
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Fri Mar 13, 2009 4:44 pm Post #5 |
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At this, the man's empty grey eyes seemed to grow clouded, as he spoke. He sounded the way some child would, when asking some question they felt was foolish. "But, love is not some corpreal thing. How can you shower someone with something which has no form? And if a woman is so weak, how do they still manage to control a man so skillfully?" He finally shrugged, and then waved a waitress over, speaking with her for a moment before moving to the bathroom with an almost haunted demeanor. The bartender gave a solemn shake of his head as the man passed by, and began to polish his mugs once more. When Christopher returned a minute later, his face had been cleaned of blood, and his shirt was slung over his shoulder. He wore nothing but a thin undershirt, and his muscluature was quite obvious now. He looked like he could break the average table in half with a well-placed punch, though he walked as timidly as if he was as fragile as glass. He gave Alianna another curt nod, and sat back down in his seat, grasping his mug and drinking from it almost greedily, yet still carefully enough to avoid dropping any on himself. |
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