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Loll this will be done by tomorrow afternoon.... I have to head to bed now c:
Thor didn't have much to respond to Loki. There was just so much to say that couldn't be expressed by words, and he only wished he had a silver tongue like Loki's to provide some sort of comfort to his needing brother. Instead, all Thor could mutter out brokingly was, "Brother...oh brother if you only knew."
Ok here is the OOC.I managed to get it up this week after all.
CS:
Name: Jonathan Wilkes
Nickname: Jay
Gender: male
Age: 21
Species: human
Appearance:
Picture please.
Personality:
History:
Markings: Tattoos a shown in picture above.
Family:
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W.I.P
CS:
Name: Jonathan Wilkes
Nickname: Jay
Gender: male
Age: 21
Species: human
Appearance:
Picture please.
Personality:
History:
Markings: Tattoos a shown in picture above.
Family:
Friends:
Personal Attachment:
Other:
W.I.P
Arrogance, Feirs decided, was going to be the death of this city. Too much faith in old ways never worked for any civilization, no matter how strong. Better technology and better strategy would always come along at some point and that would be the end of it. Feirs shook his head, remembering all of those long forgotten civilizations he learned during his time at the academy. He respected the Mage for his confidence, it he knew that thick shell of stuborness wasn't going to be broken easily.
As a Knight, Fiers was trained to listen to everything someone had to say. You never knew what was going to be useful. The Mage had revealed his hand during his rant. If the only thing preventing Coars from destroying this place was some sort of hidden evil that only the Mage controlled, then this Mage was the missing link. The pieces of his plan started to fall into place.
"They kill in order to progress," Feirs shrugged, defending his city's actions quite simply. He rose an eyebrow at the creature. "Of course you have unusual horse creatures." He said shaking his head.
As a Knight, Fiers was trained to listen to everything someone had to say. You never knew what was going to be useful. The Mage had revealed his hand during his rant. If the only thing preventing Coars from destroying this place was some sort of hidden evil that only the Mage controlled, then this Mage was the missing link. The pieces of his plan started to fall into place.
"They kill in order to progress," Feirs shrugged, defending his city's actions quite simply. He rose an eyebrow at the creature. "Of course you have unusual horse creatures." He said shaking his head.
We can continue here c:
Thor let Loki pull away from the embrace, knowing that Loki had allowed it to go on for more than he usually would have anyway. He also didn't saw anything when Loki threw one of his throw pillows at the guard. Afraid that the guard would have taken the tantrum as an actual threat, Thor nodded his way and waved after him, requesting that he close the doors. The guard obliged, knowing that Loki's suffering was not a spectacle to be seen by all of Asgard.
"Yes, brother." Thor agreed. "We all make mistakes." He quickly followed up. "We feel things we shouldn't or don't deserve and it's out of our control." Thor almost smiled at himself, since when had he become the calm and collected brother who spoke of philosophy. "But mother's death was not your mistake, and it will never be. Your imprisonment was my mistake...for not being able to help you. Please, brother, I wish you would see that."
"Yes, brother." Thor agreed. "We all make mistakes." He quickly followed up. "We feel things we shouldn't or don't deserve and it's out of our control." Thor almost smiled at himself, since when had he become the calm and collected brother who spoke of philosophy. "But mother's death was not your mistake, and it will never be. Your imprisonment was my mistake...for not being able to help you. Please, brother, I wish you would see that."
Fiers was more than a little surprised at the mage's outburst. He knew it was not easy to convert to something new was not easy, change was not easy. "Yes, that may be true, but they were few in numbers." He continued coolly, not wanting to upset the man who healed him further. "I'm the last one they send before they come in guns blazing...it's why I came virtually unarmed, to try and persuade you." He said, trying to get through. "They will declare war...trust me you do not want to see them declare war. Your magic is strong but they will obliterate this whole-" he stopped when he saw the picture hanging on the wall of a small blue haired boy in Coars. He tilted his head in confusion, "Is that...you?" He asked, gesturing towards the man.
James watched silently as his soon to be colleagues introduced themes elves to one another and began to get acquainted. He didn't mind not participating in any conversation so much as he was ignored enough at his own home, but he felt he should at least know a bit about the people he would be working with. As he looked around he began to truly admire the diversity of it all. There were all kinds of people, big and small, both genders, and a smile began to form on his face. Hell, the coordinator tapping away on the tablet even had wings. It felt nice not to be the odd one in the crowd.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the woman, accompanied by her..pet robot was it? Approach him. "Looks like it, huh. James is the name they gave me." He said, offering a closed mouth smile. He leaned back in his seat, looking at the place Harper's robot used to be. "Woah that's a neat looking thing," he said gesturing to her pocket, "How'd you get it?" He wondered, a smile full of fascination on his face.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the woman, accompanied by her..pet robot was it? Approach him. "Looks like it, huh. James is the name they gave me." He said, offering a closed mouth smile. He leaned back in his seat, looking at the place Harper's robot used to be. "Woah that's a neat looking thing," he said gesturing to her pocket, "How'd you get it?" He wondered, a smile full of fascination on his face.
Fiers moved his tongue around his mouth as it hung open, observing the mage's magic. He picked up his clothing and began redressing himself. "I appreciate the healing session but...I did come with orders." The words left a bad taste on his mouth. It was true though, as much as the city seemed beautiful and well..magical, he was still loyal to the city that raised him. "I'm afraid if you respond negatively to the city...they will simply send Destroyers your way and there won't be any city to call your own."
James looked at his watch and silently cursed his siblings under his breath.
Sharing a room with two other boys wasn't easy, especially when he was supposed to wake up early. James naturally was an early riser, but that extra hour in the morning was vital to getting prepared for his first meeting with everyone. Light shirt or dark shirt? He had debated with himself. The unnaturally light tone of his skin would stick out no matter what, but at least he wouldn't look too pretentious wearing all white. Nodding to himself, he had chosen a darker shade of clothing to throw on, before grabbing a bagel off his kitchen counter and running out the door.
The building of the facility was intimidating. James ignored the nervous knaw at the pit of his stomach as he strode through the halls, only stopping at the reception desk to ask for directions. A short thank you and a few strides later and he was entering the meeting room. He clenched his jaw when he saw everyone already beginning to socialize, and stood up a little straighter. Everything seemed pretty relaxed, and for that James was grateful. In the end, he just decided to sit down next to some beefy looking guy, Mikhail, and twiddled his thumbs a bit.
Sharing a room with two other boys wasn't easy, especially when he was supposed to wake up early. James naturally was an early riser, but that extra hour in the morning was vital to getting prepared for his first meeting with everyone. Light shirt or dark shirt? He had debated with himself. The unnaturally light tone of his skin would stick out no matter what, but at least he wouldn't look too pretentious wearing all white. Nodding to himself, he had chosen a darker shade of clothing to throw on, before grabbing a bagel off his kitchen counter and running out the door.
The building of the facility was intimidating. James ignored the nervous knaw at the pit of his stomach as he strode through the halls, only stopping at the reception desk to ask for directions. A short thank you and a few strides later and he was entering the meeting room. He clenched his jaw when he saw everyone already beginning to socialize, and stood up a little straighter. Everything seemed pretty relaxed, and for that James was grateful. In the end, he just decided to sit down next to some beefy looking guy, Mikhail, and twiddled his thumbs a bit.
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