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The Will of God

Looking in confusion of the direction which the man that had pushed her over had run, her attention was called back to a voice in front of her. A pale, dark haired man of gold stood before her and offered her up. She stared up at him with a small blush at how kind and... handsome this knight was. It was like out of a manga or something. She attempted to play the part of a brave heroine, someone who could brush off her mild pain like it was nothing. Instead all she could manage was a stammered squeak.

"Th....Thank you..." She grabbed onto his hand and allowed him to hoist her up. Blushing a little still and sorely rubbing the painful spot on her chest, she listened to what he had to say. Be safe... Terrorists... Thought she couldn't comprehend the gravity of the situation due to the *ahem* glorious flowing locks of the beautiful man in front of her, it was when he pulled away that things began to register. "Wait!" She called as the man pulled away. "I... I did see him. He ... um, bumped into me." She pointed in the direction the hurried man had left. "He went down there..."

She couldn't tell if the man had heard her or not, and instead of trying again, she looked to the citadel. If they were under attack... then the Jester....

Without wasting another moment she began to book it for the citadel, more determined than ever to make sure no one was hurt. It's not like she could do much, but she wanted to know that... well... wanted to know what? It didn't matter, she guessed. She simply needed to be there. She could feel it. Evie thought back to the man and the woman she'd passed, that had helped her. Could it be... they were the Knights of Ragnarok? She'd only seen photos of them in school; even though it wasn't like the knights were in hiding. That man... was so.. heroic... Her eyes glazed over and the familiar hunger welled in her heart as her feet pounded the pavement up to the Citadel, not noticing a large shadow passing overhead. She wanted that. To be like them, the Knights. She wanted to be more. To be anything but the already established identity of the boring, depressed, fangirl of Evie Rul.

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Yggdrasil nodded, his angel already in flight and out the door, her grand shadow passing many on the street as she searched for Midgard and Niflheim. He looked to the main chamber before looking at Asgard, and nodding. He walked up to the grand doors and paused.

"Yuki," He began in his usual quiet voice. "There's something... I need to ask you." He knelt his head down, his platinum blonde hair falling in his face a bit and darkening it. "If you had the chance... to go back and not become a knight of Ragnarok.... Would you have taken it?"

The Will of God

Oh... goodness... just what roads did she have to take to get to the Citadel...? As Evie ran through the streets and darted down alleys, her book bag jiggling with each step at her side, she cursed herself for not knowing the directions to the massive building that lay center in the city. It was getting closer though, and that's all she could note. She rounded the corner of an alley way, looking up to see the citadel near---

BAM!

It was a head on collision. Her and a man with dark hair and a trench coat had bowled into each other, apparently the two of them running at top speeds. His weight being heavier than her own, she toppled beneath him. The two bodies that had collided at full force had come to a dead stop in the middle of the alley.

"Owwwww...." Evie moaned beneath the body of the older boy that had crashed into her. She pulled herself up, rubbing her chest where it hurt the most. "S-Sorry... I... um..." She stammered, having no idea who this man was.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

oh, okay ^^;

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Jira looked at the red headed girl... and.. oh no... how she was looking at him... with those...

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Jira couldn't help blushing under his mask at how cute she was with those puppy dog eyes. He suddenly felt extremely shy and twirled his fingers around each other whilst looking down and walking sheepishly past her to the man. Once her adorable face was out of his line of sight, he breathed a sigh of relief. He began to fish out his rupee satchel when he noticed something. He quickly snatched up the pot closest to him and raised his hand to his mask. He twisted the knob over his right eye, and the lens extended, narrowing as though it had been made into a traditional magnifying glass. He quickly inspected the pot... and looked up at the merchant. For once since he'd gotten here, he was legitimately angry.

"Fool,
These are not your pots
What you made with your tool.
The glaze?
Clearly mass produced
Homemade?
That price needs to be reduced!
This clay?
From two cities down!
Liar,
Clearly these pots aren't from your town."

Jira twisted his eye lens back into place, in a huff. He pointed at the rupee in the old mans hand furiously.

"Twenty for the broke.
We're leavin' now
Forget we ever spoke."

He turned back to Felicia, instantly his anger melting away upon seeing her, as well as his dignity. He held himself though as he stepped back through the alley, ushering her through with a gloved hand on her back. "Ah..." He started to rap, but then stopped when he looked at her. He paused for a moment and then looked down, blushing once more.

"I didn't mean to...er...
Give you a fright...
B-but uh, If you would
Come accompany me this night..."

Why was he so nervous now? Is it because he realized how cute she was? He didn't even finish his rap, he just awkwardly shifted. Boy it was sure getting foggy out... Oh.. wait no, all his blushing just steamed up his goggles. Damn... Slowly, he slipped off his mask entirely. He was focused on wiping off his lens so much that he wasn't looking at Felicia. His hat was no longer on, revealing his bouncing blonde hair. His piercing green eyes looked down at his mask. As he sighed, the muscles around his jaw tensed and relaxed attractively. He peeked up at Felicia, finding himself blushing once more. His long eyelashes only accentuating his eyes when he blinked before sheepishly looking down again.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

slow down O_O wait till you're accepted

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

@ Puddin yes.

@ Inuyasha It's your adopted NPC o3o do what you like with him. I no longer have any control over what he does, It's primarily up to you. However, to answer your question, yes, he was wavering on betrayal

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

"Even if you could," Azga chided, his voice's gentle tone continuing as he fed his friend. Suddenly, he set the bowl down, as though bothered by a thought. With a smile erased the flicker of his tension, Azga rose. "Wait here. Everyone's gathered so I must make an announcement."

With that, the amazing man stepped around the carriage, letting the illusion of he and Drina fade as his long legs went up one step on Drinas cooking carriage.
"Attention Lovelies!" Azga grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. "Change of plans! We're going to be stopping in the nearby village and setting up our entertainment section there for the night. West, Faye, this town is riddled with the clergy so it's going to be tense. I expect both of you to keep an eye out for your post and send the signal to the main attraction booth. We'll be out of there before nightfall. Continue on with your meals and start packing up once you're finished! This is a special stop~" The witch grinned as though he intended to say more, but didn't. He merely frolicked back behind the carriage once more.

Sitting beside Drina again, he looked into his eyes and gingerly held his bandaged hands. "Drina. I need you to stay with the carriages."

Solitaire: A Game of Patience (OoC)

"Ah... Ichiro...Haruka." Not noticing her frigid manner, he leaned down a bit. "What's a young girl like you doing spending time in purgatory?" He asked, his voice soft as he was unwilling to bother her.

the demon nation (nura clan based)

"Poo," Erai said as she finished off the last soldier... nothing remaining but a few entrails,eyeballs--her least favorite part of a corpse, and puddles of blood where the rest of the soldiers had stood. "That had been so fun too..." The Jurugomo stretched and walked toward Lorenzo, her expression lazy and her belly full. All without changing her humanoid appearance.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Accepted! ^^