Jill
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Roleplay posts: 397 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 5, 2015 14:18:56 GMT -8
It was late afternoon. The last of the sun's late autumn heat was being slowly swept away by the gentle breezes that ran whimsically across the vast expanse of sand and red rock that made up the Valheecius desert. A tall mesa overlooked what appeared to be a single lake, one which seemed to support no life at its edges, yet harbored the growth of a single palm tree from it's watery center - a lone telltale sign of something more to be known about such a scene. Yet it wasn't out of curiosity that Jill found herself atop this mesa, but out of refuge, as she had just spent the day figuring out the nuances of this illusory place, and how best to find her way out. Here, from a vantage point that required great vigor and athleticism to climb, she found comfort enough to consider resting for the evening. The solitude was an excellent sanctuary in which to practice magic and organize her thoughts.
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Fenris
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Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 5, 2015 20:22:57 GMT -8
Fenris preferred solitary places. He sensed the approach of another however, was he disturbed? Even he was unsure. He saw the female sitting there contemplating mysteries. He could feel her pensive mood, as the wind whispered secrets to him that were for him to know. What was the woman doing here? Was she seeking solitude as he was? Perhaps it was best to just ignore her. A grey cloak hanging off his frame obscuring it from view, his hood drawn up. He turned his gaze to the woman, studying her the same way a wild animal looked at something new.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 5, 2015 21:42:18 GMT -8
Odd how some time passed before she became aware of him; perhaps she had been so absorbed in her thoughts she wasn't paying enough attention. Soon she noticed him, and saw that he was looking at her. A light, girlish voice called out to him almost nervously. What she had gone through this fateful day had really left her anxious.
"Um.. h-hello? Who are you?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 6, 2015 9:39:46 GMT -8
"Fenris." he said in a deadpan voice. He did not ask her for her own name, as he rummaged in his cloak for a pipe. Upon finding it, his eyes narrowed as he tapped a container full of dry herbs into the wooden bowl, with a light movement of his fingertip. He looked at her and tilted his head in a way akin to a predator fixating her with that gaze, before a match lit up the bowl and he took a puff watching her.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 6, 2015 13:46:55 GMT -8
At first, she pretended not to care. That Fenris was even here, and that he just started smoking in front of her. But as a minute, maybe two, passed by slowly as she stared indifferently down at the lake, she broke the awkward silence.
"So um... what is that? You wanna share?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 6, 2015 18:47:23 GMT -8
Wordlessly, he passed the pipe over to her. He did not say much, merely looked at her, his coarse beard accentuating olive skin. His dark brows in a neutral expression. Finally he spoke in a low tone. "What brings you so far up here?" he asked as he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as if studying her.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 6, 2015 18:51:14 GMT -8
She starts smoking the contents of the pipe, ever the psychonaut she was.
"Just... resting, I guess."
She still sat with her legs dangling from the cliff-like edge of the mesa, her thin twin scimitars and their ornate scabbards criss-crossed casually against a nearby red boulder.
"What about you?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 6, 2015 21:30:30 GMT -8
His eyes flicked to her twin-scimitars, a quick glance that took the shape of them in. A glimmre of interest lurked beneath the surface of those brown eyes, as they glinted a slight yellow in the half-light of the dusk, similar to some predatory animal. Dusk was one of his favorite times of the day, he saw the moon peaking out like a massive ghost in the sky obscured by the twilight still but coming to fulfill its shift of dominion over the sky. He did not answer his question, and instead was silent for a few moments. "I rarely see those kinds of blades he said."
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 6, 2015 22:58:53 GMT -8
"Oh, these?" She looked to her swords. They were very thin and moderately curved for scimitars, making them not too dissimilar to small sabers.
"I haven't had these ones very long, but I think they're nice," she said, handing the pipe back to Fenris.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 8, 2015 22:50:48 GMT -8
"They are not commonly used... I have only seen such weapons wielded a handfull of times out of many battles... Most prefer the katana or the longsword or their bare hands..." he told her. "Tell me." he said as he took the pipe back. "Did you learn the particular methods of wielding such blades?"
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 9, 2015 8:43:23 GMT -8
"Yes, I am quite versed with the blade," she said, now with a slight smile. Just by having a sword and asking this question, Jill figured he too had invested his time into learning the art. Now, it was her turn to ask, "um... what's a katana?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 10, 2015 14:37:27 GMT -8
"Bwaha-hahahaha!" he laughed at her question. "That's awesome." he told her in reference to her not knowing what a katana was. "I'm sure you have seen it... Many oriental people from the west of these lands use them. They have a circular guard, a two handed hilt with no pommel, and a straight single edged blade." he said as he yawned.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 10, 2015 19:15:03 GMT -8
Jill shot him a somewhat annoyed glance; he made it seem like she was sadly lacking in a bit of common knowledge.
"Hm."
She decided to change the subject, at least for a minute.
"So.. how did you get up here?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 11, 2015 12:02:00 GMT -8
"I climbed." he said simply. He had not said it to mock her, he found her lack of knowledge on the weapon refreshing as it was widely considered "the best of swords." though this was nonsense as far as Fenris was concerned. "You?"
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 11, 2015 13:23:45 GMT -8
"Yup, I found it too! If you follow the rocks over there the right way, and you're strong enough, there is a way to climb," she said. The mesa seemed an impregnable fortress with walls near vertical in places, there there was one climbable path up to the top. Fenris must have taken this way, too, and he may have found it first. She didn't ask.
"So... what brings you out here?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 11, 2015 18:31:48 GMT -8
It was a complicated question. What had brought him to these places? He always did favor far off areas, away from others. He wandered, that was what he did, unsure of purpose and surviving for survivals sake. It was a rather tedious existence as of late. "I find it peaceful I suppose... I don't like crowds, and I feel ill at ease within the trappings of civilization. My home is in the setting of the sun, the wind that whispers and bellows through the pines." he said with a sigh as he stretched feeling restless again already. He did not like to stay in one place too long usually.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 11, 2015 19:04:39 GMT -8
Quite poetic was his answer, one that she could sort of relate to. She loved solitude and satiating curiosity... she was as much at home (literally, in a sense) out on her own as she was back in Karast, to which she was even better adapted.
"So are you any good with that sword? Do you practice often?"
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
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Post by Fenris on Oct 11, 2015 19:43:36 GMT -8
He chuckled at her question. "I like to think I am, but what is my opinion worth in such matters?" he asked. "All that matters is whether who is alive and who is dead after ones blade is sheathed..." he brought up the scabbard of that custom grosse-messer. "This is merely to keep up appearances..." he threw the blade aside, and in his hand a quicksilver liquid left his palm and solidified as it stretched into a perfect simulacrum of the weapon he had just carelessly tossed behind him into some rocks. It was almost transparent sometimes, shining silver at certain angles, while at other times being dark. Alternating between light and shadow. "Do you wish to try? I will blunt the edges and the point..."
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Oct 11, 2015 19:54:14 GMT -8
"You mean... practice with you? Sure, I suppose," she said, getting up promptly to retrieve one of her scimitars. She'd opt to challenge herself with the fairness of choosing a single blade over dual-wielding, in order to match Fenris. There was still just enough sun for a bout or two.
This was reminding her of home, and for a moment, she felt relieved of the oasis she had found herself entrapped in.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Oct 11, 2015 20:06:35 GMT -8
"Feel free to use the second blade." he told her. "Two blades is not necessarily an advantage against one..." he said as he lowered the sword to waist level, his arms half extended blade slanting upward as he bent his knees and shifted his left leg forward. "Merely a different tactic..." the footing would be treacherous, this was certainly a bit extreme for a spar. Never the less, he dipped the point of his blade for her throat lowering it slightly as he closed in two strides. The movement was not really a thrust, or even an attack, merely seeking to make contact with her throat with his blade, an almost "lazy" opening.
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