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- Saul Stormbringer - 02-25-2012 [html]
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Most of the day had passed the man by and he'd been too busy to really clock that the sun was sinking and the air was growing colder. His life had been turned on its head so thoroughly that the man had no idea how to sort it all out. He'd taken the biggest step in his life and he'd left Ichika. It was too much to deal with and the young Stormbringer felt as though there was so much he hadn't discovered about himself yet. A bit of soul searching shouldn't be begrudged to him- it was his life to live and he had the choice to live it where he wanted. After dropping Gypsy and Maia off in Casa di Cavalieri with Dixie and Wayne, Saul had set off towards Halifax. Of course, he would never have guessed the events of the evening on that night. He'd bumped into two complete strangers, who had introduced themselves as Niernan and Bran Stormbringer. He never would have thought that he'd meet some more relatives and he'd stayed with the comical brothers for the night before they'd gone their separate ways. Saul was sure he would see them again before too long. If I had words to make a day for you, @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... +Light+Two); #saulTXT { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #saulTXT .quote { height:200px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VOypx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center center; text-align:center; font-family: } #saulTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #saulTXT .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:50px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #saulTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #saulTXT .txtooc { font-style:italic; } #saulTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #saulTXT b { letter-spacing:.5px; } #saulTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #saulTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; } </style>[/html] - Artemis Marino - 03-02-2012 [html] Thanks again for starting! The silver princess of the Dreamers did not make it a habit to venture far out of the pack's territory, but she had slowly come to accept the city as a relatively safe place to go, and she knew that it held wonders her budding medic mind would surely appreciate. It was with an excited bounce in her step that she had set off earlier in the day, and her satchel was nearly filled to the point of overflowing with all of the supplies she had nicked from various human buildings. She had even returned to the hospital that she had visited with Aeron. As the sun began its descent, however, the young Marino started to feel a bit nervous about being so far away from home. Artemis had seen enough bad things in life that she knew the risks of being out alone and unprotected. She tightened the blue and ocean scarf around her neck, silver and sapphire locks fanning out over her shoulders. Sounds made her jump, and as she walked, she hoped she would be able to get home soon, perhaps check on Cypress' wounds before she settled in with a medical book to study for the rest of the night. The girl stopped, however, spotting someone up ahead. For a moment, she considered walking by them quickly so that she could get home sooner, but with a second thought, she decided that it would help ease her mind if she was not alone. The male did not seem threatening, and though she knew that looks could be deceiving, she was willing to risk it, jumpy as she was by being alone. "Hello," she called out in her lightly accented tones. .missymarc1-box {width:243px;height:288px;float:right;} .missymarc1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .missymarc1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .missymarc1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:700px; background-color:#d5cbd9; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/90X2S.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #61606a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#61606a; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 03-02-2012 [html]
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An expression crossed the grey man's face that was a rarity in itself. Being an optimistic, happy person wasn't something Saul had to work at, it came naturally for him to see the world in a lighter shade instead of looking at the shadows around him. The expression on his face in the dusky light would probably have been described as brooding, although not so far as moody or pissed off. Green eyes were fixed on the bottle, an inward war raging in his head. He should throw it away, get rid of it so that it couldn't cause damage. But on the other hand, he reasoned, he'd come down here to experience more and he supposed that included alcohol. A smaller part of his brain told him to keep it so that he could trade it, but he wasn't sure what to think of that voice. It was an easy way out but Saul felt that he should at least keep hold of it for the time being. Making his mind up, he nodded his head unconsciously to himself, green eyes lifting to the sky. If I had words to make a day for you, @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... +Light+Two); #saulTXT { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #saulTXT .quote { height:200px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VOypx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center center; text-align:center; font-family: } #saulTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #saulTXT .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:50px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #saulTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #saulTXT .txtooc { font-style:italic; } #saulTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #saulTXT b { letter-spacing:.5px; } #saulTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #saulTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; } </style>[/html] - Artemis Marino - 03-02-2012 [html] c: "I'm fine," she said, a bit too quickly, her tone naturally stubbornly defensive. Despite the way she felt a tiny bit frightened of being alone out here in the dark, Artemis had never been one to admit to such things, and she certainly would never let a stranger see her in such a position. The Italian Dreamer had far too much pride for that. The quick words were followed by a sheepish smile as she realized that the answer was given too quickly to be completely plausible. "I just get nervous about being far from home in the dark, that's all." There, that was not a terrible answer. It was nothing she could not admit to. Her soft blue eyes fell on the male's own satchel and the bottle in his hands, one of her own slender hands falling to rest on the faded leather bag at her hip. "What have you got there?" she asked bluntly, though not rudely. The silver girl was curious about both the contents of his bag and the contents of the green bottle. She had never had any experience with alcohol, or any mind-altering substances at all, in fact. She hardly even knew what it looked like, and so she did not recognize it for what it was. "Oh, I'm Artemis, by the way. Artemis Marino," she added, the name giving origin to the accented tones as she approached Saul with more energy now, deciding that he was not a threat. Or so she hoped, anyway; she was a risk-taker at heart, no matter how nervous she may be about some of them. .missymarc1-box {width:243px;height:288px;float:right;} .missymarc1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .missymarc1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .missymarc1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:700px; background-color:#d5cbd9; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/90X2S.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #61606a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#61606a; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 03-02-2012 [html]
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Green eyes widened softly as her reply came immediately after his own question, a sign of nervousness maybe, although it came across as defensive. An eyebrow quirked softly and a crooked smile replaced the softly drawn one from before, as she seemed to consider what she'd said. It took her only a few seconds to correct herself, to which Saul allowed himself a small chuckle. She didn't seem to sure of herself or her surroundings and he admitted that it was a little bit cute. That's understandable, miss. Dark things lurk in dark places and you'd do best to avoid them. Saul told her, voice light and tinged with a care for the girls well being. Of course, as soon as the words had left his mouth, he cringed, thinking how cryptic they sounded. Not me though- I'm not bad. That came out really badly... He babbled, the tips of his ears heating in embarrassment. If I had words to make a day for you, @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... +Light+Two); #saulTXT { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #saulTXT .quote { height:200px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VOypx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center center; text-align:center; font-family: } #saulTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #saulTXT .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:50px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #saulTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #saulTXT .txtooc { font-style:italic; } #saulTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #saulTXT b { letter-spacing:.5px; } #saulTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #saulTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; } </style>[/html] - Artemis Marino - 03-17-2012 [html] Sorry, some things happened and I didn't have it in me to post. :< Artemis knew about the dark creatures of the world, more than she wanted to admit. Her innocent nature had been threatened by her dramatic injury and the months that followed, but nothing could ever compare to knowing that a woman had brutally murdered her best friend, cut off his tail, and then joined his pack as if it had never happened. Worse still, she had gone after Parker next. Artemis nodded half-heartedly, knowing his words to be all too true. Even then, she knew that he could easily tell her that and mean something completely different, but she could not live life afraid of those who were not Dreamers. "Nice to meet you, Saul," she said, closing the rest of the distance between them, no longer feeling frightened or concerned. He wasn't from a pack, but that didn't mean anything, and she wondered briefly where he was from, exactly; she didn't know much about the city, having always stayed close to her own pack's territory. "I'm looking for some medical supplies, or books; I'm learning how to take care of injuries and stuff. And I think you drink that stuff, but I never have," she added, gesturing towards the bottle he held. Perhaps he already knew that and did not need instructing, but she took his unsure words to heart. Artemis had never drank before, but it seemed only logical. .missymarc1-box {width:243px;height:288px;float:right;} .missymarc1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .missymarc1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .missymarc1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:700px; background-color:#d5cbd9; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/90X2S.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #61606a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#61606a; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 03-19-2012 [html] If I had words to make a day for you,
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The female in front of him seemed a little preoccupied and the male took a moment to look over the bottle in his hand. It must be wine of some sort- the bottle looked similar to the ones that Nayru used to bottle the wine they made in Ichika. He thought about the only two times he'd drunk alcohol- Nayru and Gideon's wedding, so long ago and now tainted with dark thoughts and broken hearts. He'd woken with a bad headache, a dry mouth and a weak stomach. But he'd found Tawny then, her hands cut up from the plane of glass she'd been transporting. Less often than he should, Saul thought about Tawny and he felt so guilty when he did think about her. As well as Wretch, he'd lost track of the step-daughter who had meant a lot to him. Sadness weighed his eyes as a light voice interrupted his internal berating- a pleasent response to their exchange of names. The pleasure's all mine, Artemis. He offered with a gentile smile. She was a nice girl, and she seemed relatively untouched by the cruelties of the world. @import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= ... +Light+Two); #saulTXTa { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #saulTXTa .quote { height:200px; width:300px; float: right; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/VOypx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center center; text-align:center; font-family: } #saulTXTa p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #saulTXTa .quote p { text-indent:0; padding-top:40px; font-family: 'Shadows Into Light Two', cursive; font-size:18px; line-height:24px; } #saulTXTa p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #saulTXTa .txtooc { font-style:italic; } #saulTXTa .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #saulTXTa b { letter-spacing:.5px; } #saulTXTa u { text-decoration: underline; } #saulTXTa b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXTa b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #saulTXTa b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; } </style>[/html] |