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Bare feet against cold stone, a child lifts her face towards the grey sky and inhales the humid, afternoon air. A pleased smile squirms across her pale lips, wants to get bigger, but she denies it. Only when she knows she isn't being watched does she let the mask slip.

 

This is not one of those moments.

 

Against the advice of work-worn parents, Pamela's group of street urchins have come to the ports of Veelos to watch the ships come in from the swelling sea. The scent of rain clots the air they breathe as they sit on the side of the stone-built harbor and let their young, scarred legs dangle. Ocean spray splatters against laughing faces before the boys of the group stand in the boding presence of a harboring ship. The girls chase after them, wanting to meet the sailors.

 

Pamela stays behind and watches the clouds.

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Viktor, Osborn, had only arrived in the Orisia Isle, less than a few days ago. Yet he was still actively frequenting the harbors, looking for news, or rumor of something, something that might be interesting, or be worth his time and money. Yet so far, there was nothing, and yet despite his age of 28, and his imposing way of dress, and the weapons he carried. He always seemed to make time to play games with the local children.

 

Always joining in for something of soccer, tag, or even just hide and seek. Yet Viktor never won, always allowing himself to be bested by the young children of the Isle, with a smile on his face. In truth, despite his short time being here, he was seen as a father figure to some. Yet he seemed to notice one child, always out of place. That child was one he had never heard the name of, and other children of the town seemed to avoid.

 

Walking against the splashing water of the harbor, soon leaving his jacket damp with sea water, and the shotgun which was held tightly in its scabbard, dripped with sea water. He approached the girl in question, giving a soft smile, he looked down at the girl, and gave a sigh, "Hey, is everything alright? You seem...what would be the word? Lonely, perhaps is what I'm looking for." Viktor said, as he did sit down on the ground next to the girl, his trench coat, bunching up a bit, before starting to pool around his legs, as he sat. "Ohhh, where are my manner? I'm Viktor, Osborn. You can just call me Viktor, or Vic, if your prefer." As Viktor spoke, he turned his head towards the girl, adjusting his glasses with his index finger, so they sat a little higher on his face. Of course his glasses provided nothing for him, beyond perhaps a little assistance, when reading certain text.

 

((I Hope you don't mind...I'm also making a fresh return to this site, so I thought perhaps, this would be fitting, with some of the story behind my own character.))

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A tall man with long white hair and skin as white as snow approaches the child (I couldn't figure out your name) and Viktor.

 

The man wore a long black coat made of some of the finest leather and a 10 foot katana, so large that he will never be able to sheathe it. He walks around with this katana everywhere as if it was his child. His facial expressions are that of a man constantly pondering and his eyes are as green as an emerald almost shining.

 

In a calm, yet intimidating voice he says, "May I sit here?" directing the question towards the two at the harbor. He placed down his katana flat on the ground and sat next to it, staring into the sea, a pass time that he truly enjoys. "It's a good day today." he says in the same manner, "You will have to excuse my rude voice, this is just the way I talk." He then turned his attention towards the kids and their play, however he quickly turned back to the sea, feeling pity for himself.

 

OOC: Brownie points if you figure out who this character is based on.

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(ooc- sorry for the confusion. The character's secret name is Nandag, and the name that she goes by is Pamela. ^^)

 

She hears them coming over the sounds of rolling waves and splattering water, but she feigns ignorance, acts as a young girl too absorbed by the calls of the ocean, the clouds high above, and her own stupid games..For fun, Pamela is trying to find shapes in the clouds, like dogs and mice, when the men approach her. At her age, the Sluagh is too wary not to suspect an ambush of some sort from the two, so she keeps her wits about her, listens to the sounds of their breathing and the rustle of shifting clothing.

 

She knows she can escape if need be -magic and all- , but the play-act is very important too.

 

Outwardly, she keeps quiet as the men introduce themselves, tensing-up slightly beneath their smiles and friendly demeanor. The shy child wants to keep her face forward, but her eyes like to wander. They see weapons, and that is altogether interesting. "Are you soldiers," she asks the men, voice soft but raised over the noisy ocean.

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"Oh no, if I were a soldier, I would not have the time to play games with the children around the city. I'm just a travelling man, a mercenary for hire, but for the part, just another man roaming this world." Viktor replied, with a soft smile on his lips, as he looked at the girl from where he sat. He was rather relaxed, it didn't look like he planned to do anything in reality, beyond just sit, and talk for now. "Are you all alone? If you don't mind me asking, I don't like to see children, stuck wandering alone, in this world. It's a rather safe city, but there are still people, who have only evil in their hearts."

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OOC: Dang it, I thought you got brownie points, WildHunt for a second haha. Anyway, I have bad news, I got work tommorow morning and I need my sleep tonight, so I will post tomorrow afternoon after work. Hopefully, I can post on all my rp's cause right now I have 5 and I think I bit off more than I can chew.

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He looked at the girl and then said as he stared into the ocean, "No, I am a mercenary too." He looked over at Viktor and says, "Don't you think it's dangerous to play with children while holding a rifle, what would happen if it fired?" His white hair blew in the wind as he took a breath and exhaled it in the direction of the ocean to stare at it again. "Now that I think about, why are you alone, where are your parents?" he asks Pamela.

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She suppresses the urge to scoff, saving face.  Veelos is not safe, far from it. Stay here longer than a day, and you don't miss that. The dangers bubble just beneath a filmy surface of street urchins and thieves. This is not your run-of-the-mill port-town. It's a good thing that they carry such great weapons, these mercenaries.

 

The sluagh thinks that it's very interesting that the two of them happen to share the same occupation. Coincidental or perhaps purposeful? Were they a team? She keeps her guard-up as one berates the other for that rifle.

 

Head down, hands in lap, shy glimpses.

 

"My uncle. . .he works here-and-there," she explains carefully, leaving the rest to their imaginations. Pamela doesn't have parents. Her father was a sailor who was lost at sea, and her mother got very sick and died, leaving her small child to her only brother. "Are you- . . .are you here to kill someone?" She gives the impression of a nervous yet curious girl.

 

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"I'm not here to kill anyone. I am but a simple travelling mercenary. I have not been hired, however to be honest. You caught my eye, child. I thought maybe, you might like someone to speak with, I know I am likely an old man in your eyes, but call it my own, brand of kindness." Viktor replied, giving a please smile, as he sat there, shotgun still rest against his back. "If it were to misfire, it would fire into the boards of the dock, sir. After all, I prefer to take my shotgun, by the stock, and the trigger. Rather than grabbing it by the pump."

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"Well put, it does seem that your gun should fire at the ground. Just be careful not to scare any of the children.

 

As for me, I have returned from an assignment and would rather not speak of it. After I complete an assignment that has stained my sword, I like to come and watch the ocean. I feel like the currents sweep away all the blood that has stained me and ruined my pride and honor. But this is my job, someday I will see my true dream become a reality and perhaps no one will ever again have to stain their hands to get their way. For now I must stain my own for others to live stain free."

 

The man turned to Pamela and Viktor, "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, I am Htor Ifes. It is a pleasure to meet the both of you."

Edited by SushimanII

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Above them, the clouds roar, dripping black and heavy with contained rain. Over the scent of sea salt, Nandag can smell the storm coming. She likes storms. They make her giddy.

 

She also likes secrets and would very much like to know about that assignment the poetic one called Htor is adamant about keeping to himself. The one called Viktor presses on about her being alone, to which Pamela shakes her head. "I'm not lonely. I. . .I like to watch the clouds. . .See?" She points at the electrically-illuminated clouds. Once upon a time, she and her kin flew with those clouds, wings batting against pounding rain. The good ole days, when people feared what they did not know and the sluagh could exploit that ignorance.

 

"It- . . .It's good that the sailors made it, y-yes?"

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"To be honest, I don't even know where they have gone. Or why they went or even who they are, I am more or less indifferent to that subject," says Htor. (I almost wrote the wrong character lol).

 

The winds seemed to pick up speed and the clouds in the distance seemed to be unfriendly. "Well, looks like a storm is starting to approach." Htor looked at the storm deciphering how long it would take for it to get here but he doesn't have enough expertise in that area to get a number. Seemed the children also noticed the storm and started running back into the city to take shelter.

 

"Perhaps you should start heading towards your uncle's where you will keep warm." states Htor, "I'll even escort you to him to keep you safe from these streets."

 

Little did Htor know that the storm was coming much faster than anyone expects. On top of that, the storm harbors a secret that Htor and Nandag must be ready for.

 

OOC: There isn't too much action going on in my other rp's so I'm gonna send some this way, I hope you don't mind.

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Odan hadn't been in the port town for too long, he was just passing through when he had gotten sick and needed to stay in the area.

As he walked he saw two large men, with prominent weapons, sitting next to a small child.

She looked rather shy and awkward, and he hoped they weren't causing any problems for the little one.

 

He wasn't an exceptionally tall man or one of imposing looks, and this often worked in his favor.

People often assumed he was weak due to his pale skin and light hair. They must have thought he was sickly, but he could hold his own with even some of the tallest men he'd come across.

 

Odan was ready to deal with the men at least long enough for the small girl to get away if need be.

"It seems you have some impressive friends little one" He said as he made is way toward the group.

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(ooc- Sounds like a plan to me! Welcome, OneEyedCat! ^^)

 

Oh, but things are only just getting interesting. Storms are only worth watching when they are at their peaks. Deafening thunder and needle-prick rain drops. There's that old chill in the air, and she can hear the children growing further and further away as the clouds roll closer. The wind breathing over exposed skin and through long hair. Phantom feathers bristle.

 

Obediently, Pamela nods to the man's suggestiong. "Y. Yes. He'll. . . be wondering where I am." She intends to stand but stops when pin-pricked ears hear footsteps clatter against the cobblestone. Pamela, however, doesn't turn until the man speaks.

 

She gives him a long, considerate look before speaking, eyes down now as if the girl were bashful. "We're . . .watching the clouds."

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The storm seemed to approach at a very fast rate, almost impossible rate. However, Htor found no problem with this as he believed that the wind must be strong enough to be blowing it towards them. Htor turned towards the man approaching them, "To be honest we are simply mercenaries, relaxing on the days we are off from work. This girl happens to be sitting in a good ocean watching spot, although I do feel that we are connecting in sorts..." However, he seemed a little unsure of his last statement, since his trust is something he finds hard to give out. After only a few moments Htor's comment a loud screech echoed across the harbor, a deafening screech meant to scare off any who dare appose it. Upon the screech being heard, on the waters can be seen a small wave but under it seems to be something. "The hell?!" exclaims Htor.

 

OOC: Alright, so there is a monster carrying this storm and a large monster at that, which plans to attack the harbor. I am thinking Kraken but not so sure if that's what I want. You guys can decide what it is and when it appears, if you don't do either by my next post time, I'll do it myself. But don't think like I am forcing you, just telling you it's a free game npc.

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