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| Seiss | Jan 7 2009, 10:42 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Seiss Roleplaying Experience: quite some time, stopped and started, then stopped, then started again (the tale continues....) Preferred Roleplay Style: Fantasy Roleplaying Sample: Sample: Location: somewhere Time of Day: night to early morn "I'm Ji." A girl with the gentlest smile.... "Seyren," a voice not his own.... A waver of colours and she was gone. Laughter... laughter that came from a group of eight. Voices of them all engaged in a lighthearted discussion- a banter with Mai, Asami's hyped response, Ji's chatter and Seryel's shy nature forgotten. Stig and Fury were too engrossed with each other, enveloped within their own blissful world. And Tryst, always watching them while strumming an instrument. The soft music that weaved in and out of their consciouness seemed to be part of the words that were exchanged, as if it was Tryst's way of being involved. He couldn't understand. Why were they so happy? Slowly in odd muffled hums, their voices faded and Tryst's form reappeared. He was seated on the dusty ground, a lute on his lap. Seyren saw himself leaning his head tiredly on his shoulder. A bitter smile and a turn of Tryst's head and he raised a hand to rest on Seyren's unkempt hair. "I need sleep," his own voice sounded strained and incoherent. "Help me." A flicker of understanding passed Tryst's eyes as he nodded vaguely with a crooked smile. His hand left Seyren's head and rested momentarily on the strings of the lute. Then with a soft sigh, he picked it up, curled a hand around its neck while the other plucked and fiddled with strings on its belly. A soft soothing tune washed over him in calming waves and soon enough, Seyren's eyes slid close. The wind that revolved around them both faded in a whisper while the gentle music from the lute continued alone. Another waver.... Swirls of wind whipped about him as he swung the iron bars to pierce tainted bodies. Their broken sharp edges weren't the enough to disintegrate them, but etched on the rusting surfaces of his makeshift weapons were glimmering runes. Seyren could have ripped them easily apart with twisting gusts, but he was saving the reserves of his magic for the others. A stumble from Stig, a mistep from Tryst, Mai satggering back from the brute force she could never match, Seryel had to be under his shield as she worked to restore the others. Whenever they lost their balance, the subtle wind was there to push back on their feet. A little gust to flare Fury's fire, a constant swirl of air ro steady Asami's feet and Ji... he made sure no debris from the earth blurred her vision, to rocks to trap her feet. Whenever a demon approached her blind side, he never failed to send a gust of wind powerful enough so she would pay attention. She would usually turn, and destroy the scheming rat. His senses were acute and precise, encompassing the others in constant vigilance. He may have loathed his master when his was younger, but he loved the old man now. His body was a flexible weapon, his mind was the blade and his senses were his shield. He prefered to hold back on the use of offensive magic, keeping it to the last. Should the others begin to falter, he would draw on the strength of the wind with whatever energy he had left. He didn't have to though. Tryst, with his immaterial blade always managed to finish the demons. Always. A blackened claw swiped towards his face so swiftly that he only had time to harden the wind and turn his head. It was only a slight movement on his part, but it was all it took for him to drive the iron bar throught the demon. It was charging so swiftly that all Seyren had to do was offer the iron bar for the creature to impale itself. A thick blanket of darkness consumed him and flung him into the void. "Nothing to be proud of...." A voice... his own? "...it's just an illusion- the honour, the fame, pride...." Tryst.... He stood before Seyren, head bowed and face turned away. Oddly enough, Seyren had a genuine smile on his face when he regarded him. "Tell, me, Tryst, even if you don't love books as much as I do... have you ever read a story before?" "In my younger days, yes," Tryst replied softly, a questioning gaze turned on him. Seyren's smile softened. "Once upon a time, there after and happily ever after- a beginning, journey and an end." A wry smile quirked Tryst's lips. "You don't make sense." Then, everything trembled and blurred, colours fading into nothing.... Sun of dawn bled a blood red colour into the horizon. A lone figure cut a solitary shape stark against the fiery sky. Ji. Everyone seemed so upset. But what was this scalding sensation that sunk in his chest? '...when you share someone's pain...' His master's words- he couldn't quite recall the rest. Something inside was sore and a gentle breeze rose in response to his emotions. He didn't know why he couldn't move his feet forward, why he was such a coward. He always remained in the shadows, surrounded by the wind. That morning, he sent a gentle zephyr to help ease her heart. Separated. He felt it, like a sixth sense. His light steps thread the ground silently as he went on a frantic search. It was late, very late. The moon was already high up in the sky, its silver glow dulling the shimmering light of the stars. What was he searching for? A clearing... an ethereal sight stole away his breath as he stumbled to a halt. Silver beams filtered through shapeless gaps of the translucent canopy above, sprinkling white glowing dusts on the pale coloured pillars and chalky steps. Tiny beads of dew dotting the lush carpet of grass shimmered like sprinkled diamonds while the sheen of waxen leaves gleamed a faded emerald. Everything seemed to glow and flicker, iridescent under the undulating moonlight. There was a figure... her form was perfect. The way her arm was raised and held in place with ease drew the essence of grace he never knew one could possess- Her feet moved in measured steps in a pattern he couldn't recognise. Entraced, he didn't dare to move as he watched every fluid twirl and every gentle flow of her swaying hips. A dance? He couldn't find words to describe and he couldn't find an explanation to fit, but that mirthful smile, the slightest turn of her head, the entire choreography of her elegant movements wove a silent song of its own. Then the vision of a dream ended the moment her movements stopped. He stared back dumbly when her eyes widened in what he thought as shock, too drunken from her enchanting performance. Her arms fell hastily back to wrap around herself and her eyes lowered. "...how long have you been standing there?" she finally asked, her voice soft but filled with dismay. He felt heat creeping up his neck and to his face. "I- was just- I'm sorry, I'll go and wait outside...." Where was outside? wasn't he out in the forest? Most importantly, did he do something wrong? She hadn't been able to look at him until then, but even in the midst of her furious embarrassment she had to laugh. "...Seyren, you are outside." Her arms began to relax from their tight grip around her chest, and she took a small, shy step in his direction. "You won't tell anybody, right?" A lungful of breath rushed from his lips. He didn't even realise he had been holding his breath. Was he? He gave a small smile in return. "I've not seen a thing." -- "Why was I chosen, master?" No... not that... he didn't want to hear the confusion in his own voice. Not again. "Why me, why us?" Tryst.... Seyren fought to open his eyes, breath heaving in ragged gasps. His body tensed and sprung upright as his eyes snapped open. A sudden sting from his elbow made him flinch and cradle his arm. Apparently, he had drifted off to sleep when he was lying down for a short rest. "Where are you when I need you most, master?" he murmured bitterly, jaws clenched in resentment. "Why won't you answer me?" No reply came for him. The night was quiet, save for the chirping of crickets, rustle of leaves and the flow of water from the river. The stars above glimmered, forever silent with secrets of their own. Solitude had always been his ideal companion, but not tonight. How ironic- he was pining for a man whom he hated throughout his childhood days. He sighed and pushed himself to his feet, examining the biting pain at his elbow. It was only a small scratch and a bruise. Kneeling down at the river bank, he dipped the wound into the cool water. [I am sleepy, nuts and a tad touched in the head, I am hoping I did this right....] Edited by Seiss, Jan 7 2009, 12:34 PM.
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| Silvermourn | Jan 7 2009, 01:09 PM Post #2 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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