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There's A Certain Charm To It; Knight, Cynder, Keeper
Topic Started: May 17 2010, 04:17 AM (144 Views)
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KNIGHT--
Knight muttered under her breath. Sure, she loved it how she could just set up a makeshift camp out in the feilds, but plains had more wind than many other climates, due to their lack of anything to hinder it. And he tent had been made a little weak, as it was simply some large sticks and some cheap but heavy cloth she'd gotten in town.
So obviously, she had returned to her current 'home' after exploring surroundings all day and finding odds-and-ends helpful jobs that she could pick up a bit of cash to get what she couldn't find for free, only to find that the cloth had been blown off her tent. Lucily it just fell and was draped protectively over what belongings she kept in there because they wouldn't fit in her purse. One of the thin, long logs she had gotten to hold it all up seemed to have fallen over from the force of the heavy cloth collapsing on it. Half a foot at the end burried in grass roots and dirt, and surrounded with head-sized rocks where they shown above ground, she had used the skills she'd learned from building forts with cousins to make sure those logs were hard to knock down. But that also ment they were a pain to stand up. The hole she'd dug in the ground to stand that one up was now widened by the angle of the falling wood, and the dirt didn't just fall back in place, held back by the grass roots. And the grass roots defiantly didn't fall back in place. She'd have to dig some out elsewhere and stuff them into where they had been moved aside to keep the log standing.
The girl sighed and dropped the metal stakes she had gotten to hold down the tent by where she had dropped her purse. Galilei was perched ontop of the fake-leather bag, leaning over to observe the patterns of the bugs traveling in the shortened grass. "I've heard that some bugs communicate by the way they walk." She told him, "'Cept that might've only been bees, and You are quite unlikely to find many of those by looking down there. If any truely live on Planet."
The faedragon looked at her for a short instant, not really knowing what she was talking about. He seemed to know it was relevant, but turned back to his obeservations. The small dragon was doubtlessly an interesting companion for the quickly bored girl. And he wasn't much help when it came to things such as rebuilding the tent. She turned away from him and proceded to dig up grass roots and dirt to fill in the extra space in the hole, before righting the log. Atleast getting those tent stakes would make this task alot less common of a practice.
((Cyn'll havta post when she can. Don't know when she's gonna be on again :/))


THE KEEPER--
Walking calmly against the wind and looking for something that might help him get off and/or discover something about this strange world, The Keeper walked on the perimeter of the field, taking in his surroundings as he went. It was only a short time of walking until he saw a small, primitive structure in the field and a girl wandering about to fix it. He laughed inwardly as he watched. Is she making a child's play-tent or is she honestly thinking that an unstable structure made of sticks and cloth can shield her from the elements? He wondered. Maybe I should go help her... Or maybe I should just watch her fail at making shelter. He laughed, but she somehow reminded him of someone he once knew long ago, maybe when he lived on Galiphrae or were they a saiyan on planet Vegeta, he couldn't quite remember, but this girls attitude made him think of the past.
In his rememberance he almost forgot to ignore the cold of the wind blowing on him from what he at least thought was the planet's East. He wondered if he could use his key to bring his TARDIS to him on this planet, or if, despite all his repairs he could still not do anything with it, even to help this girl. He decided not to risk further damaging it. Still he wondered who this girl reminded him of. Despite how he normally treated this kind of situation, he found that he could not get this question out of his head. He also found himself approaching her.
He felt the tall grass hitting his legs with ever step that he took as he walked nearer the girl. He wondered how intimidating he must look to her in his puple SOLDIER uniformand silver helm completely covering his eyes as he came nearer in his average, professional-looking stride. If she screamed, even a bit, he would laugh, and rather hard at that. He wondered how she would react seeing a strange man walking toward her in this sort of a fasion. Especially with a sword on his back.


PIF--
One, two, three, four. Two, two, three four. Around and around a body made of leaves waltzed with a ragdoll of an upright Epolos. Huh? From out of the forest, drenched from a near-drowning in the river, and sandy from a romp on the beach the creature made of discarded vegetation made its way to stir up some dust on the plains. Following it was an ghostly orchestra, playing classics such as Bach, Vivaldi, and Mozart.

Then he encountered other beings. Stopping, its leafy face stared around, before splitting into a grin. Then its body split into two; one was decidedly masculine, the other decidedly feminine. Certain twigs and bits of plains grass were helped to flesh out such an outline, faces being more easily recognizable now. Each of the PIF's puppets of mass destruction grabbed a partner of the opposite sex, whirling them around in complicated manuevers, and never letting thme stumble.

Should one of them stumble, they'd get a sharp twig in the ribs, or the cheek, or the armpit. Lucky for them, a strong breeze came through and was the destruction of the leave-people, sending them whirling around into small flurries, before settling down. The ghostly instruments fell with a crash; the inner workings of the cello revealed a Future-Sight Mirror left for Knight, as it did sort of crack open on her foot.

From the ragdoll Epolos came a pitiful mewl and a Terror Wyvern emerged, just looking for someone to terrorize, now that the crazy entity had released her. Glaring around at the two humanoids, she hissed, flaring her miniature wings. She couldn't be very old, with her dimunitive size--either that, or she was the runt of the litter. Either way, she was, now, semeingly focusing on Keeper... with murder in her eyes.


KNIGHT--
It was Senta who alerted Knight of The Keeper's presence.
The small, young tzingane had been unnoticed till this point. Knight had been wondering where she dissappeared to, but wasn't worried anything would happen to her. Turned out she was just far enough out of the way to be unseen in the tall grass that surrounded the spot Knight had mostly cleared. The tent had fallen over on top of her while she slept, waking her with surprise. Yet after realising she was too light and small to really fix it, she moved into the tallo grass to be protected from the wind as she waited for her bonded to come, yet she had gotten bored with the time it was taken, and fallen back asleep. It was broad daylight after all. Not her time of activity. Actually, it was odd to see the humanoid so wide awake at such a time, but good that she was trying to fix the tent.
The Tzingane had just awoken to find that Knight and Galilei had returned and went to see if there was anything she could do to help with the tent. However, she saw a stranger first. "She wonders why someone is taking a walk so far out in the feilds." she asked her self aloud, half hoping Knight would have an answer.
The humanoid looked to the fox, surprized, than followed Senta's gaze till her eyes rested on the man as well.
He was a complete stranger, and no features of his face could be found through the mask that covered it.
But she didn't have much time to react or question the man. Another figure approached. Wait... One? Or Two? Well, what ever it started as, it was two now. And she didn't allow her mind to grasp around that fast enough to react to being suddenly swept up in some extravagant ballroom dance.
At first she didn't know what was going on, managing to stumble once or twice and regretting it. But she was graceful, and loved a good real dance like this, so before long she had managed to find the rythem of the music they were dancing to and mostly keep up. It had been a while since she'd gotten to dance. Last time it was with her Dad at the parent-child night of cotillion lessions. Those classes were one of those things you loathed when you had them and missed when you didn't. A large grin adorned her face. This girl was not simple to torture. There was something slightly likable in almost anything.
But suddenly the wind started to pick up again, and the leaves floated to the ground. The girl collapsed, grin turning into childish giggling and laughter.
She looked down as something hit her foot. A cello? One of her friends played that for a month or so, so she could recognise it admist her inablity to tell one instrument from the other (except the drums, which she could play). A bass guitar was different from a normal guitar? No way! But this was defiantly a cello. She knew that much. And it was broken. Something was shining from inside. A mirror? Something wasn't quite normal about it... Maybe she'd have to ask around to figure out what it was. She'd put it with the rest of her inventory in her tent and it would be of use later, perhaps.
There was no time for her to move and do this, however. The plushie was ripped open from the inside, revealing a small dragon-like creature. If it didn't look like it was about to eat the stranger, she would've found it's size adorable. But it didn't look all that happy, and was thus not adorable. What to do, what to do? She didn't even know the guy, but she couldn't let him be killed by an over-grown lizard. Golden rule. Would she want a stranger to let that thing eat her? But there wasn't much that could be done. What? Pick up a twig from the leaf-person who had fallen and jab the beast with it? That would just enrage it and make it attack her. The man had its attention. And he looked armed. He would be able to fend it off, atleast untill she could help.
Slowly and quietly she turned over onto her hands and knees and tried to sneak back to the tent. She'd have plenty in there that could be weopens. Or atleast 'please don't eat us, take this instead' bait.


CYNDER--
Run-ning run-ning run-ning run-ning. Cynder's callused bare feet padded out a swift rhythm over the dirt and grass flattened by the wind. Twigs and small pebbles dug into her feet, but she ignored the tiny twinges of pain. Running outside was no fun if you wore shoes. And anyway, it didn't hurt that much. She didn't even feel exhausted. It gave her a rush, if anything. It cleared her head of all the confusion and stress she had felt lately, since being pulled into this strange new place. It had taken her an entire week to almost get used to the Weyrd, and still she couldn't get used to the fact that this was her home now, and the home she had known was unreachable. It was hard to think about. There were so many things she missed. But rather than think about it, she preferred this. The mindless task of placing one clawed foot in front of the other in quick succession, wind blowing her hair behind her shoulders, wings folded tightly at her back and tail streaming out behind her.
Run-ning run-ning run--ning?
She came to a sudden halt, earth spraying the denim capris she was wearing. Is that...a dragon? If it was, it was a small one. Absolutely minuscule compared to how she imagined them when she read all those fantasy books. Its wings were pathetic-looking next to her fourteen-plus foot wingspan. She spread them unconsciously as she was thinking this, the sun shining through the slightly translucent orange-red material.
And was that another humanoid? A toothy grin split her tan face as she sped towards him. She was in a personable mood, and she wanted someone to talk to. She'd been too antisocial for days. "Hey!", she called out to the figure, happily. Hopefully he'd be friendly (for the figure was definitely masculine). She needed a friend right now.
Oh wait.
She'd forgotten about the dragon.
The grin slid off her face as quickly as it had come. The dragon was glaring in a hostile way at the figure she'd approached. It was already angry, and she may have just succeeded in diverting it's anger onto her.
Wonderful.


THE KEEPER--
As he approached the girl to help with her tent, he had been attacked by leaves and twigs and spun around in a random and unseemly fashion that he didn't recognize from any of the planets he had previously visited. To his relief, however, a wind picked up and blew the leaves and twigs away from him and left him with bruised and quite possibly bloodied ribs. As soon as they were down he quickly thrust his sword off of its magnetic holster and into the grond where most of the leaves had landed, yelling at them to "Stay down!" That was when he had noticed the dragon.
He held his soward up and prepared for it to take the feeling it had seriously enough to attack. Then he heard a girl scream at him from aways away. What is it with this planet, he thought, first a dragon and now a distraction from the situation, which will probobly become a battle soon, what next? Oh, and I forgot the leaves that tried to dance with me in an unrythmic fashion. They could have at least used a Time Lord dance that I could have actually danced to...
He went on complaining like this for a bit, but his eyes stayed directly fixed on the dragon's. If he shifted his gaze even for a moment, it would attack then and defeat him easily. not easily, on second thought... probobly not even defeat him... He was a half-saiyan with mako energy coursing through his vains... Who could know?


PIF--
The Wyvern, with her sudden amount of company, let out a racous howl before she wiggled her way into a standing position. As young as she was, there was no possibility of a fair fight. Weaving her head from side to side to glance at all the flesh before her, she cried out again and then set her sights on The Keeper and that strange thing he was pointing at her. She was fascinated. Chirruping in a much nicer way, she stepped forth with another pleasant chirp. Before he knew it, she was sending a barrage of questioning emotions into his mind. Apparently she'd forged that mental bond with him that meant he had a shiny!

The Keeper -

The Little Bumblebee Terror Wyvern

The warnings of bright yellow and black, and all the toxic shades in between, stripe across her body and give her the look of a sleek, dangerous wasp. Even her tail has a silvery sheen, mostly black with only a bit of yellow, that makes one imagine it has the same sharp, stinging qualities as any bee would. Whirling yellow-black eyes are unnerving when they glare your way, despite the fact that hse really doesn't mean it. She's about as harmless as a little bumblebee!

Really, she is. For the most part, she is a total sweetheart, but has a nasty reputation simpyl for being a Wyvern, and for the fact that she feels she must uphold that legacy. She can't be seen as a stupid little weakling, now can she? Nope. So she has a thick hide to what people do and say, but will never be much of a physical fighter. Intimidating and a slight bully? Definitely. At the end of the day, however, all she'll want is some cuddling and love.

[ reminder: please name for the official records, and congratulations! ]



KNIGHT--
Knight had made it a short ways towards her tent, dragging the mirror so she wouldn't forget it out in the grass. But she stopped in her tracks when she heard the terrible howl the creature gave off. The sound seemed to be a reaction to someone calling. Knight stood tense, ready to move if she was attacked, either fight or flight. Her tail bristled, and her underused wings spread slightly for if a sudden take off was needed. The sound she heard from the creature next gave no fear of attack, however. It was a harmless, light sound for such a beast.
Curious, the girl turned her head to see what was going on.
The creature was looking curiously at the stranger man and his sword. What was so amazing about that blade? It wasn't even a long sword. If Knight had a sword, it would be a long sword.
The dragon could now be called adourable. There no longer seemed an immidate threat from the small thing, and it's bright colors and curious expression deifiantly made the girl want to pet it like a little puppy dog. Then again, she was the kind to see a mountain lion and be all 'oh, its so cute I wanna pet it!' and then she would've gotten her hand bitten off if she tried.
Standing up, she took in her surroundings. The one who had called out was a girl, probably about her own age. In fact, there was something about her that looked familiar. Who...?

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The image of his blade, a small confuzed emotion, and the small backthought of the need for a name rushed into his head as he looked into the small dragon's swirling eyes. He had to address them seprately in his mind to ensure that he got them all. First, the fact that the thoughts weren't his... In all the worlds he'd been to, he had never heard of anything speaking mind to mind. It was truly remarkable, but with the thoughts rushing at him, fe couldn't... Remark on it... yet.
The wyvern reminded him(and probably everyone else there) of a bee. So the name in his mind instantly became devora. He knew that he was going to be the only one to have used latin enough to be fluent in it, so a latin word would be fine.
"This?" he asked. " it's a sword. It... cuts things..."

((Her name is now Dvora))
Edited by The keeper, Jun 28 2010, 10:04 PM.
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