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Post by Inkshade on Jun 17, 2012 16:13:19 GMT -5
(includes barracks, a dining area, all that jazz)
Iola saddly eats her breakfast. Thus far, her search for a master had been unsucessful. Granted she had only been here a few days for the tournament, but it was still disheartening.
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Post by shadow wolf on Jun 17, 2012 22:41:39 GMT -5
the door to the dining hall opened and in the doorway stood Sebastian waiting holding the door for Ceil to enter, Ceil walking in and sat rather far away from Iola, he didn't have very good people skills. "Master, what would you like me to get you this morning?"
"just coffee please, Sebastian im still kind of tired..." he said as his eyes trailed off to look straight at Iola.
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in his barracks, Vanishk laid in silence thinking about his first match and how it might go and if not most if he could make his father proud by winning.
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Post by aura on Jun 17, 2012 23:34:53 GMT -5
Ark walked through the halls of the arena. He had read on a flyer in Plarya of a soon to be held tournament at the League, and decided to join.
However it was not for the reasons you would consider. Ark did not seek money or glory, no he merely wished to be around those great warriors he had heard about.
Ark smirked as he thought of the great opponents he could face, and the new friends that he may stumble upon.
Needless to say, the boy was excited. A bit too excited that he couldn't see where he was going.
Ark looked up just in time to crash into Sebastian. He fell sideways unto a table in the dinning hall, knocking over platers, plates and goblets. Food went everywhere as did water, wine, and mead.
Needless to say, Ark was covered.
"Uggg.." Ark sighed as he slowly rose, all faces in the room turned toward his clumsy act. "Sorry...Sorry...just focus or your breakfasts everyone...I'll clean up here..."
Ark wiped off some eggs from his scarf and sighed again.
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Post by shadow wolf on Jun 17, 2012 23:44:24 GMT -5
Sebastian reached his hand down to help Ark up off the floor. "I'm very sorry about that sir. don't mind the mess ill clean it."
As he lifted Ark off the floor, before anyone could even see it the mess was gone. Every thing spotless, besides the broken table and all that was left there was Sebastian with a Apron and a mop. (Note: He wasn't wearing the apron 5 seconds ago)
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Post by aura on Jun 18, 2012 23:18:58 GMT -5
Ark blinked twice. "Oh...umm...thank you?" Ark quickly scooted away and grabbed something to eat. He sat away from everybody else who had saw his incident. He began to watch the other members around him. He knew some, if not most were competitors, and he could fight any one of them.
Ark smiled at this fact. Some friendly competition is just what he needed.
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Post by Dynamax on Jun 21, 2012 11:26:53 GMT -5
"Tch." Looking on at the mess was a woman who sat alone. A member of the Wild, a particularly savage one named Tira, called the Merciless for her ruthless nature. "Witless fool."
"Wow, someone's a cold hearted bitch." Standing along the wall, arms crossed was a famous Mithril Golem, Barbados. A tournament veteran and a regular semi finalist. "Can't stand the sight of weakness or frailty or something like that?"
"I will not talk with a failure like you." Tira says.
"Riiight, and you know nothing about that Miss took two Rites to become officially a huntress. Yeah...I heard of you. I do my research. Gonna get mad Miss Merciless?" Barbados says.
Tira hisses. "You are lucky that I'd be disqualified if I attacked."
"Yeah...that's why you won't." Barbados laughs.
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Post by outerlimits on Jun 21, 2012 17:55:58 GMT -5
"Keep the shit talking to the arena you two. There'll be plenty of time there to show just how much you don't like each other.," says a man a table away, an open bottle of alcohol in front of him next to a plate of eggs, bacon, and grits. Odysseus was his the name of this rugged person. He had been a champion in the League the longest out of everyone that was currently in it, having joined up 2 days after the League opened for business.
Taking a swig of his drink, he stabs into an egg and takes a large bite out of it. "Thanks for cleaning up after the new guy there Sebastian. Awfully nice of a demon like yourself to do something like that.," he comments while chewing.
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Post by Dynamax on Jun 21, 2012 20:36:15 GMT -5
"This wildcat isn't worth trash taking Old Man, I just hate being around her type. They keep thinking they can take me and I just end up getting disappointed. I wish she'd just shut it, that's all." Barbados says.
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Post by outerlimits on Jun 21, 2012 21:41:59 GMT -5
"Hey now, just because I'm forty-five doesn't make me an old man.," Odysseus says, gesturing with his bottle at Barbados. "Besides, you're older than me last I checked."
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Post by Inkshade on Jun 21, 2012 22:20:01 GMT -5
Iola watches with interest. She had chuckled at Ark, smiled when Sebastian helped him, scowled at Tira, and now had a little smile, finding the bickering old men cute. Odysseus was only a little younger than her father, which made her smile, and Barbados looked a bit like her favorite toy from when she was little.
Ewan leans back with his feet on his table. he bites into an apple and scoffs "If that's the new competition, bringing glory to Naho will be easier than I thought. Eh Alabastre?" he mutters to himself.
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Post by Dynamax on Jun 22, 2012 10:58:48 GMT -5
"But you meat bags age. I'm the same as I ever was." Barbados says. "Maybe a bit less polished but yeah...still the same Barbados who when 50 minutes with you in his first semi final match."
"And lost." Tira says.
"Tira, do keep your mouth shut. you're discrediting our species." Another Wild spoke up, this time a male.
"Sevak, don't talk to me you disgusting half breed." Tira hisses.
"My, such charm. The males of your clan must be lining up...to marry all the other single women so one of them doesn't get forced upon you." Sevak says.
"Hey, if i can't bitch, you can't either." Barbados says.
"As you wish." Sevak says, quieting.
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Post by aura on Jun 23, 2012 21:21:37 GMT -5
Ark watched as competitors chatted and talked. He smiled and simply people watched. He tried to avoid direct eye contact with anyone, especially some of the poeple that sent back glares instead of friendly smiles.
"Let's hope I can make some friends." Ark muttered to himself.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Jun 23, 2012 22:29:39 GMT -5
Andrew and Jesse entered the dining area, Jesse with his nose buried in a book, not bothering to look up as Andrew led the way to where the food was. "Jess, it's rude to read while you're in company." Jesse didn't respond verbally, though everything about his expression said he didn't give a damn. This was a new book and it was good, and he wouldn't stop reading, thank you very much. Andrew just rolled his eyes ever so slightly at that, well aware of exactly what Jesse was thinking.
"Jess," He repeated, voice far firmer this time around. As he spoke, he loaded two plates with food, not bothering to verbally ask Jesse what he wanted. "Put the book away, please."Jesse didn't and Andrew rolled his eyes, leading the way to the seat near Ark. "Mark your page and close, please. And stay shut.. Thank you." He added as the corner of the page folded in and the book snapped shut without an ounce of force from Jesse.
"I hate you," Jesse hissed when the book refused to open, no matter how hard he tugged on the covers. "I was reading that."
"And now you're not," Andrew pushed a plate and utensils towards Jesse. "Eat, Jess. Read later." He looked to Ark, "I apologize if his manners offend you, he's...not the most polite of men." He tucked Jesse's book into his bag, "It's best to just ignore him." Jesse simply scowled in response, looking infuriated.
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Post by aura on Jun 23, 2012 22:49:59 GMT -5
Ark smiled. " Oh. Don't worry. I know quite a bit about apologizing...and manners....I just bumped into someone and knocked food all over the place!" Ark said in a strangely happy tone.
"My name's Ark. I'm kinda new here. I heard about the tournament and decided to come see what the arena is all about. So how about you guys? What're your name's and what's your story being here?" Ark asked.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Jun 23, 2012 23:26:01 GMT -5
Jesse snorted softly at Ark's tone, though he aborted his laughter at the look Andrew gave him. When Andrew still didn't lighten up, he began to eat his food moodily, grumbling softly. As he did so, he slid his feet out of his sandals, propping them up on the seat across from him.
"I'm Andrew, this is Jesse, we're from Darhvar and we're Silvertongues," He kind of figured that was obvious after what he'd done to the book, but there was no guarantee Ark even knew where Darhvar was. "We're also pretty new here...mostly cause our nation rarely competes in the tournaments. So, Ark-"
"What do you do?" Jesse finished Andrew's sentence for him, but his tone was completely different. Andrew had been interested, Jesse was clinical. "And how?"
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