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The anti-lucky charm.
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@Luna
That would be great, i'm having difficulties getting on. More and more people want to swing by the house too late at night. So thank you.
That would be great, i'm having difficulties getting on. More and more people want to swing by the house too late at night. So thank you.
@Luna
I only have one pc but yes he is very free at the moment, if no one bumped into him.
Where do you want them to meet at?
I only have one pc but yes he is very free at the moment, if no one bumped into him.
Where do you want them to meet at?
Sinys: His room.
The air itself had tasted stale as he breathed in the dankness from his sweat in the air. Unsatisfied with himself as ever his morning ritual turned into a struggle to continue through the day. It had been continuing for the past two weeks with little rest other than what classes he actually attended. In his arrogance he did not see why he had to be there when his father's murderer still breathed. However he had currently been working on his fourth full itteration of the forms he normally only did twice. He decided to double his workout wanting more results than what he had already, and for now his youthful body was allowing it. Signs that most people would recognize in the mirror easily passed right over his head.
Perhaps he intentionally avoided other sentient beings for the fear of hearing such things. Now was not the time for rest, the lull held no promises for peace. The things he valued most in his forms was the flexibility it gave him. No matter how he moved it had stretched his muscles that he didn't know existed previously, and toned him from the constant motion and weight shift. On his last stance he faultered stumbleing as his foot touched the floor remembering the blunders he made on the battle feild past. The exsessive blood spilt on that Cosh, and of course speaking out of place to a stranger. It was funny to him. for the first time he felt comfortable to speak to a stranger. He reflected the latter subject and decided that it was not so much as comfortable as his lips had loosened in the heat of the battle. The thought made him consider the things that could be given to enemies if he chose to follow the feeling again. Not that he knew anything, in fact he fear what he didn't know more. Slowly he took off the weights he placed on his wrists and ankles sighing heavily as they hit the floor with an obnoxious thump. He really didn't want to think of how heavy they were. His body didn't seem to care as it informed him that each weighed about fourteen pounds of dead iron.
Making his way to the door a little sorely he pulled up his robe over his thin but ropey muscles. When he closed the door he did not worry about blowing out a candle. Closing the door he began to walk down the hall following his nose to the kitchen, something delicious was being made and he couldn't remember his last warm meal. His head felt a little light as he traveresed slower and slower to his destination. Eventually he took a knee and rested for the time being. He evened out his breathing carefully and stood when he was ready.
A thought invaded his mind before actually entering the kitchen, he took a strip of cloth and tied it over his eyes. It had been one thing to be around mages whom get to see the extra ordinary. The concept of disturbing a poor cook creeped up on him quickly. He wondered why he thought of doing just such. He had always considered his village to be ingorant of the needs of a blind person, this thought presenting itself to him brought on just one more. So far not too many people seemed to think he was blind here, at first. So he tried making it a little more obvious. Leaving his home had most certainlty been a double edged sword. His weapon was cutting him from inexperiance of this world.
Stepping into the kitchen Sinys began hunting for food, mostly fruit, bread, soup and vegtables. He knew that he was in need of real sustenence, for now his mood for meat out weighed what he was finding. His nerves were on end with the thought of flying kitchen knives being pointed at him without his knowledge. The thought was ridiculous but it still sat in the back corner of his mind screaming assurance. He had heard of such things by word of mouth. That kind of information isn't to be trusted. During the search for food he made a very rough map of the kitchen in his mind. Each solid surface traced with his bubble, anything moving outside of his range before he got around would remain hidden. There was also the smell of food masking most of his nose power, he had a love hate relationship with the thought.
The air itself had tasted stale as he breathed in the dankness from his sweat in the air. Unsatisfied with himself as ever his morning ritual turned into a struggle to continue through the day. It had been continuing for the past two weeks with little rest other than what classes he actually attended. In his arrogance he did not see why he had to be there when his father's murderer still breathed. However he had currently been working on his fourth full itteration of the forms he normally only did twice. He decided to double his workout wanting more results than what he had already, and for now his youthful body was allowing it. Signs that most people would recognize in the mirror easily passed right over his head.
Perhaps he intentionally avoided other sentient beings for the fear of hearing such things. Now was not the time for rest, the lull held no promises for peace. The things he valued most in his forms was the flexibility it gave him. No matter how he moved it had stretched his muscles that he didn't know existed previously, and toned him from the constant motion and weight shift. On his last stance he faultered stumbleing as his foot touched the floor remembering the blunders he made on the battle feild past. The exsessive blood spilt on that Cosh, and of course speaking out of place to a stranger. It was funny to him. for the first time he felt comfortable to speak to a stranger. He reflected the latter subject and decided that it was not so much as comfortable as his lips had loosened in the heat of the battle. The thought made him consider the things that could be given to enemies if he chose to follow the feeling again. Not that he knew anything, in fact he fear what he didn't know more. Slowly he took off the weights he placed on his wrists and ankles sighing heavily as they hit the floor with an obnoxious thump. He really didn't want to think of how heavy they were. His body didn't seem to care as it informed him that each weighed about fourteen pounds of dead iron.
Making his way to the door a little sorely he pulled up his robe over his thin but ropey muscles. When he closed the door he did not worry about blowing out a candle. Closing the door he began to walk down the hall following his nose to the kitchen, something delicious was being made and he couldn't remember his last warm meal. His head felt a little light as he traveresed slower and slower to his destination. Eventually he took a knee and rested for the time being. He evened out his breathing carefully and stood when he was ready.
A thought invaded his mind before actually entering the kitchen, he took a strip of cloth and tied it over his eyes. It had been one thing to be around mages whom get to see the extra ordinary. The concept of disturbing a poor cook creeped up on him quickly. He wondered why he thought of doing just such. He had always considered his village to be ingorant of the needs of a blind person, this thought presenting itself to him brought on just one more. So far not too many people seemed to think he was blind here, at first. So he tried making it a little more obvious. Leaving his home had most certainlty been a double edged sword. His weapon was cutting him from inexperiance of this world.
Stepping into the kitchen Sinys began hunting for food, mostly fruit, bread, soup and vegtables. He knew that he was in need of real sustenence, for now his mood for meat out weighed what he was finding. His nerves were on end with the thought of flying kitchen knives being pointed at him without his knowledge. The thought was ridiculous but it still sat in the back corner of his mind screaming assurance. He had heard of such things by word of mouth. That kind of information isn't to be trusted. During the search for food he made a very rough map of the kitchen in his mind. Each solid surface traced with his bubble, anything moving outside of his range before he got around would remain hidden. There was also the smell of food masking most of his nose power, he had a love hate relationship with the thought.
@Fallenreaper Later I meant, mostly about the time I saw earlier in the roleplay.
*Hits the floor with @Demonic Angel* Hello again ^.^
@Fallenreaper Thank you for the extra two days, but if anything a collab or three can happen if needed.
@Fallenreaper Thank you for the extra two days, but if anything a collab or three can happen if needed.
It must be a time for the dead to come back to life, hello again everyone.
Sinys: Lyn's Hunt
Sinys shivered when he heard breaking glass, well there went that prospect. Then he felt an intense and obviously magical heat, from that he gathered two ideas. The first was practical, the second... Well the second was down right scary. Though why was it that Sinys could not feel the heat anylonger? Was her emotions a fuel to her strength? Did she doubt herself as well? She had too or losing her glasses would not be such a bother. He placed a hand on Helena's shoulder gently "Hone your anger, burn it coldly or it could get in your way. Embers are hotter and last longer than a flame." He said sensing her anger lightly, and was trying to think of something worth saying. He was honestly surprised that he picked up on it at all.
He hoped that his words were comforting her as much as he could "At least you have something left, don't belittle it or I'll be offended." He said not knowing how to convey himself properly. Most likely he seemed to be lying, he was most certainly blushing from embarrassment that he had dampened her spirits.
He decided to give her the ideas he managed to gather "First could you light an arrow for me?." He begged a favor holding the arrow up shallowly. He only waited for a short amount of time before nocking the bow and adjusting for angles again. He was going to fire either way "Now, see if you cannot touch the beast and release your frustration on it point blank. Maybe even use an arrow as a conduit?" He suggested hoping to rekindle her attitude. He released his arrow and started forward satisfied with his vitals recovery "When we get out of this alive, I'll show you how to fight blind." He said flatly, he was not entirely sure that they would come up victorious. However he wasn't going to give that impression at this point.
He reflected on whether or not his words would hold weight so he turned and made an awkward smile in stride "I do a good job hiding that I'm blind right?" He asked with the voice he reserved for his mother filled with warmth. He didn't like doing such, but he saw value in this one. It made his hands itch for a fight that would push himself further.
Sinys shivered when he heard breaking glass, well there went that prospect. Then he felt an intense and obviously magical heat, from that he gathered two ideas. The first was practical, the second... Well the second was down right scary. Though why was it that Sinys could not feel the heat anylonger? Was her emotions a fuel to her strength? Did she doubt herself as well? She had too or losing her glasses would not be such a bother. He placed a hand on Helena's shoulder gently "Hone your anger, burn it coldly or it could get in your way. Embers are hotter and last longer than a flame." He said sensing her anger lightly, and was trying to think of something worth saying. He was honestly surprised that he picked up on it at all.
He hoped that his words were comforting her as much as he could "At least you have something left, don't belittle it or I'll be offended." He said not knowing how to convey himself properly. Most likely he seemed to be lying, he was most certainly blushing from embarrassment that he had dampened her spirits.
He decided to give her the ideas he managed to gather "First could you light an arrow for me?." He begged a favor holding the arrow up shallowly. He only waited for a short amount of time before nocking the bow and adjusting for angles again. He was going to fire either way "Now, see if you cannot touch the beast and release your frustration on it point blank. Maybe even use an arrow as a conduit?" He suggested hoping to rekindle her attitude. He released his arrow and started forward satisfied with his vitals recovery "When we get out of this alive, I'll show you how to fight blind." He said flatly, he was not entirely sure that they would come up victorious. However he wasn't going to give that impression at this point.
He reflected on whether or not his words would hold weight so he turned and made an awkward smile in stride "I do a good job hiding that I'm blind right?" He asked with the voice he reserved for his mother filled with warmth. He didn't like doing such, but he saw value in this one. It made his hands itch for a fight that would push himself further.
Post is up, sorry for the wait ^-^ divine intervention or a tree...
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