Ryugexu
Accomplished Bobbyer
Without Fear... I step forward.
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Post by Ryugexu on Jul 6, 2010 0:13:37 GMT -6
[[Reville isn't racist- he hates everyone equally. ]]Reville accepted the note as pressed into his hands. "Right, thank you Lahsoka." Reville flinched at the anger which lurked in Unti's voice. He had not intended to anger his savior. Knowing the power Unti possessed, and Unti's condition, he knew it was best to back-peddle as quickly as possible, ignoring all dignity the noble boy usually held dear. "Unti, forgive me, I meant nothing ill about you. Calm down a moment, I- I-..." Reville spoke quickly, "I'm no bigot! I had a question and I had hoped you'd understand the answer. Guards only smell of death in times of war, but then they also smell of battle- mud, blood, and sweat. He only smelled of death. That's not normal. I.. I'd even say that the guard isn't actually a guard!" Reville was tense now, perhaps even frightened of the situation... No longer he held only a mild paranoia.
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Post by ElliBleu on Jul 7, 2010 0:13:38 GMT -6
Well, that was new. Lahsoka hadn’t been chided like that since she’d scattered the camel herd as a child. And- loathe as she was to admit it- it stung quite a bit, this reprimand from a stranger. A hurt expression flicked across her face before she twisted it into a scowl at Unti’s back, full lips threatening a pout. She would be the first to admit that the Gerudo had their flaws, social seclusion being a rather prevalent one, but the proud woman had her fingers tightening on the glaive until they shook at hearing her people insulted so openly.
“I hate bugs,” she muttered darkly as the door swung closed, crossing the room to pick up her pack and set down her bow, glaive, and quiver. She was starting to understand why the Gerudo kept their halls free of men. Quietly excusing herself to Reville, Lahsoka slipped into the washroom to hurriedly change clothing. It was a small comfort to be in fresh clothes after such hectic events, and donning the traditional, iconic purple of the Gerudo helped improve her temper a bit as well. Returning moments later to again swing bow and quiver across her back and reclaim her glaive, the woman paused on her way to the door and turned to Reville, unsure of what assistance he required but a bit wary of offending him by offering too much after the last scolding.
She chewed her lip a few moments before reaching out to brush fingertips against the nobleman’s wrist, letting Reville know she was nearby. He felt tense, almost trembling in his apparent anxiety. It made Lahsoka wish she was a bit more motherly, a bit more practiced and doling out comfort and a bit less temperamental and rough. Darting her tongue over dry lips, Lahsoka kept her arm within Reville’s reach should he require it, but far enough away that she hoped he wouldn’t feel insulted and think she assumed he required such treatment. “Well, I suppose we are moving out, then.”
With a minute sigh, Lahsoka attempted a grin and lightened her tone, leaning in a bit closer to the shaken man. “Don’t let other’s harsh words rattle you too much, dear sir. I have always been told to trust my instincts, and so I can’t rightly ignore yours. This Unti may have his tunic all a-twist, but I’ll be mindful just in case. A little caution never hurt, right?” The door creaked as she pushed on it with the base of her weapon shaft, covering her uncertainty at again having Blen so near by offering Malon a grin. She remained standing a polite distance from Reville, turning once more to speak to him. “I need to gather the rest of my gear and my horse, would you like to come outside or shall I come fetch you when we are ready to depart, sir?”
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Mort
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Post by Mort on Jul 17, 2010 19:50:26 GMT -6
Malon was caught for a moment as to whether Sgt. Blen was referring to the oddness of his horse or the masked man walking past. Nibbling her lip, eyes bright at the thought of some gossip, the rancher waited long enough for the man to move out of earshot. Giggling, she leaned against the gray and closer to the soldier. Gossip didn’t come around the ranch too often.
“Strange doesn’t cover it. I’d think by the look of him that he came from beyond the desert, but then he would have had to got past the Gerudo.” Her voiced made clear just how possible she thought that was. She knew, and knew the soldiers would know, just how tight the Tribeswomen patrolled their sands. “That’s about the only uncharted area to enter by, yeah? Though,” she paused to redirect the gray’s toothy search of her pockets, “given how much everything is changing, some path could have opened up. Wish I had time to go poking around.” Giving him a quick smile, the gray a friendly pat, and a hearty wave to Lahsoka, she returned to the barn, tying her hair back as she went. Time to muck out the stalls.
The mare stamped nervously as Nied pattered in tight circles around her legs. Finally giving in to her annoyance, the deku yelped as his top leaf was snapped off. His fingers fumbled against the barren stick jutting from his head, horrorstruck as the horse thoughtfully munched the leaf. Then she jabbed her snout forward again and he dropped, squeaking in panic, to the ground. He’d never thought his life’s goal would devour him so literally.
Then she just snuffled his head of leaves as though she found the scent pleasant and watched him with bright eyes. Now circling him, she frisked her tail and rolled him over with another push with her nose. Hesitantly going along with it, he was just glad that he made a better air freshening plaything than snack. Suddenly he found himself in a four-barred cage of her legs as she stood tensely over him. He peeked out from underneath to see Ilorbo stomping over. Attempting to sidestep from under the horse to speak to the man, he settled on squatting to peek up as she shifted to keep him nestled beneath. She lowered her head, mane shaking out as she stomped her hoof in warning.
He waved, glowing eyes squinting into amused crescents. “I think she likes me.”
[Calling the mare Rhiannon – born a generation after Epona to the same dam. It was the second thread to come up after entering “Goddesses related to horses” after Epona :D And don’t worry Mickey, she is just angry that Unti is angry and coming after her Highly Entertaining Moving Plant.]
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Ryugexu
Accomplished Bobbyer
Without Fear... I step forward.
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Post by Ryugexu on Sept 7, 2010 12:14:06 GMT -6
Reville was caught off-guard by the small brush of soft fingers against his wrist. It was surprising and so soft, it reminded him of home.
He listened to her words after she returned and nodded softly, glad that someone would agree to be concerned as to the guard's condition.
I have to calm down. I can't focus my senses when I'm freaking out...
"I'll wait here." Reville answered her question. He never really was the outdoorsy type, and he looked forward to traveling the least of all. If it were up to him, after all, he'd still be in his home several weeks of journeying away from here.
He listened close to try to hear Unti's reaction to his previous words.
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Post by Netreemic on Oct 3, 2010 22:04:30 GMT -6
[*shakes head* AVAST! POST FAIL AHEAD!]
Crunching across the grass, the stalfos tried to shake out the tension and anger. He never let things bother him that much. But being around these people forced Unti to think of his unnatural existence. To think of the muscles he didn’t have, only the illusion of memory and some dark magic keeping this tension hunching his shoulders. But being reminded of this difference only annoyed him further. What would the boy know of death and its many scents? Of the secret wars of his country’s ruler that shuffled soldiers to dangerous situations? People had died last night, proof that Hyrule was not a gem of peace.
Unti slowed as he neared the horse and the deku beneath, wary of her bowed head. The creatures had been fearsome enough when had first arrived in Hyrule and they had not gotten much friendlier. He knew of more vicious creatures lurking in the canyon (pumurthars whose growls blended with the rumbling of rockslides and hides that deflected most blades came to mind) than the domesticated beast. But a pumurthar was something you always expected to try to kill you…horses had one façade, and then crushed you beneath their hooves.
Standing a polite distance from the mare he nodded to the deku. “Seems to, certainly.” He paused, cinching the bag across his chest, uncomfortable. “We are departing as a company to take Reville to CastleTown. Should you desire to travel along, I will see you to the gate and…” Unti trailed off again before straightening. “Caught in the events of last night, I was not able to retrieve your merchandise.” Captain Keeta’s voice rang in his mind, Unacceptable failure. He stared straight ahead, stance rigid, “Apologies.”
Del patted his gray in place of anything more constructive. Departure with this ragged bunch looked to be an effort in itself. Pretty soon, he was certain they would decide to wait until after lunch. Given the set of the Gerudo’s shoulders, even conversation to fill the time seemed ill-fated. Should he need to ever again impersonate a guard, prejudices of ‘normal’ guards would have to be set aside. This stony mistrust was not productive.
For lack of better choice, he fell into the exercise he had observed in the Castle guards: standing silently and staring directly ahead. Crossing his arms loosely, Del positioned himself to keep the colorful characters in both directions within sight.
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Ryugexu
Accomplished Bobbyer
Without Fear... I step forward.
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Post by Ryugexu on Jul 17, 2011 15:57:33 GMT -6
((....so is this dead? ))
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Post by Netreemic on Jul 21, 2011 20:05:35 GMT -6
Probably. *sad shrug* Not too good at keeping long posts alive...and Mort's kinda missing.
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Ryugexu
Accomplished Bobbyer
Without Fear... I step forward.
Posts: 192
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Post by Ryugexu on Jul 25, 2011 4:29:45 GMT -6
;o;
RIP.
This was the best (and shorted) rp I have ever been in. Oh, Net! Hold me! I feel faint~*swoons/faints*
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