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| Bringing Things Together; Merobi almost gets abducted by Boros, however, Zazameil changes that plan. | |
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| Merobi Neko | Feb 4 2013, 02:51 AM Post #1 |
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The girl, for what seemed the thousandth tyme that day, smacked an incessant bug biting at her arm. ..curse these damned things…it’s just the beginning of summer, and already, their presence is brutal. She had been travelling this way for several months. Since her escape from the Iratilimi clan, with the help of her long-tyme, only friend Volare, all she had done was walk…to where, she did not know. Hunting had been her savior; growing up in the gunpower and fire-based clan had given her an excellent combination of survival skills. ..finally. Finally, she had gotten to fire a gun, feel the kick, taste the gunpowder in the air, of a shot fired by none other than herself. ..however, none of this managed to completely mask her fear and worry for Volare. She flinched, as she thought back to that day.
..the plan had seemed flawless. He was to set off her fumag bombs, to distract the clans while she waited in the bunker to make her escape. ..but, of course, on that day of all days, her clan had been returning from a raid, and they heard the alarms from the clan going off. The leader of the raid sent out patrol groups, to scour the area for anything or anyone that could be causing trouble. They had found Merobi, as she had tried to escape. When a member of a branch deserted their clan, it was considered full treason. The most severe punishment was inflicted, of course. Death to the traitor, and to any and all who had aided in their ploy. ..right as the gun was to her head, trigger ready to be pulled, Volare had broken formation, causing mass chaos between the clans…and giving her tyme to grab her bag of supplies, and escape. And tyme for himself to be shot, to die. She shook her head rapidly, knocking herself from the past. ..you can’t think lyke that, Bee. He was the most agile soldier, most skilled swordsman in the Worsidi clan…even with the mental ailment… ..she may not have known where she was going, but she knew she was approaching Ravnica, the vast city of guilds. Though in the past, Ravnica had been plagued by war, Teysa Karlov of the Orzhov Guild had enacted the Guildpact; a binding magical spell that prevented guild members from fighting, or harming each other in any way. Of course, not everyone was in a Guild. More rural areas of Ravnica, branches far off from the Unity Tree lying at the center of the broad metropolis, went about business as usual. They would have many markets, and many people; surely she could find work, or at least word on what happened to the clans she had left behind. There were rumors, though, that stragglers found nearby the Unity Tree were being captured by the Boros Guild, and forced to join a guild against their will, to decrease any possible tensions around the heart of the city. This did not hinder her, though. She could not be too close to the city’s walls; not yet, anyway. And, surely they would not be sending out Boros officers to bring in the guildless by force… Edited by Merobi Neko, Feb 5 2013, 11:59 AM.
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| Merobi Neko | Feb 4 2013, 03:09 AM Post #2 |
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“..YOU THERE!!!” A loud, boisterous voice called out from somewhere ahead of her. She froze; she knew she was out in the open. As she had gotten closer to the city, the cover of trees and shrubbery had steadily decreased, exchanged for well-used dirt paths and resting grounds for travelers. ..not this again. She reached down to grab her makeshift pistol, but suddenly, she couldn’t move. A numbness took over her entire body, immobilizing her. Her eyes rolled down to her right arm, outstretched in front of her, reaching for her weapon. Her skin was tinted, a light periwinkle blue aura glowing from it. ..what…is this?... “You there! Young girl! What are you doing in the forests outside of the great Ravnica?” ..shit. I have to either play it dumb, or.. “..WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME? WHY CAN’T I MOVE, AN----“ Suddenly, she could not speak, either. ..shit, shit, shit! ..as was her character, she sometimes became short-tempered. Growing up in a “females cannot apply” atmosphere her entire life, she had become very impatient with anyone who kept her from doing…anything. In fact, she just had a relatively short temper in general, even with her small stature. “..lively prat, aren’t you? You are just under simple fixation magic. It will keep you from doing anything…well, anything that I do not want you to do.” He appeared to examine her; she did the same. He was heavily armored, in a full, silver suit. On his chest plate was painted an emblem. A fist, seeming to be punching through something, colored deep orange. Again, he spoke. “I am a soldier of the Boros guild. I have been sent to gather the guildless, to enlist them in a guild of their choice, to improve Ravnica for the better. If you have no qualms about that, we will be on our way.” ..well no duh, dumbass. “Have no qualms” I’M STUCK IN YOUR DAMNED MAGIC SPELL!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO OBJECT TO WHAT’S GOING ON OR DO ANYTHING?!! She took a deep breath. ..easy, Merobi. What would Volare do in this situation? Edited by Merobi Neko, Feb 4 2013, 03:12 AM.
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| Zazameil Crisum | Feb 5 2013, 10:56 AM Post #3 |
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Zazameil Had decided to adventure into Ravnica some time after his departure from Tormorrak's group. He assumed that he would be able to find work from some where. There he could hone his skills and become a better assassin like he dreamed. There he was approached by a guild member. "I can see you hiding there why don't you come out and show yourself" Zazameil states with a hint of irritated emotion. A tall and slender man creeps out from the darkness. His clothing covering everything but his left eye. "Forgive me assassin I just could not help myself. You are Zazameil are you not? I am from the guild of Dimir Most people think us gone but we are alive and well." I wonder if he can hold his own like the rumors say? "What does this have to do with me?" Zazameil is becoming more interested with every word. "With the most humble apologies for following I would like to know if you would help us." Zazameil thinks long on this for several minutes. This is my chance to finally join a guild and work to become a better assassin. "Alright What is your request?" He replies. "The sooner this is done the better. There is a Boros agent going around and forceably recruting people for their guild. They feel that if get all people in their guild then the chaos will continue no more." Zazameil stared at him sternly. "Have my reward ready by night fall" He replies with a grin" "He was last seen outside the city on the travelers road" Yelled the strange man as Zazameil Walks Away. In no time at all Zazameil finds the agent of boros and decides to follow him for good measure. The boros agent captures several people for his guild but Zazameil doesn't seem to care. He is waiting for the perfect time to strike. He then spots him capturing what appears to be this little girl. He can't help but laugh at the struggle she is putting him through. He sees that he is amused and finds his opening. He threw a smoke bomb to hinder the agents vision. Then Jumps down and used his wither magic to disintegrate the agents armor. Then when the agent finally realizes he is done for the smoke clears Zazameil has his blade to the agents throught throat. "I will give you one chance. Leave this city for ever and never come back or die right here and now in front of this midget girl." "I'll never leave my fellow guild members!" The agent slamed his hand onto ground and casted a fixation magic spell on Zazameil. The agent jumps up about to strike when Zazameil quickly thrusts his blade into his abdomen. "H-How did you do that" mumbled the agent. Zazameil replied "You have to be ready for every situation every outcome every possiblity that could ever happen....without that....you will never be a true assassin." Zazameil jerks the blade up into his heart killing him. He turns and looks at the small girl still caught in the fixation magic. He says with a soft and caring voice, much different from the one he was using not just two seconds ago, "Would you like some help my name is Zazameil." Edited by Zazameil Crisum, Feb 5 2013, 10:33 PM.
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| Merobi Neko | Feb 5 2013, 11:40 AM Post #4 |
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Had the girl been able to move at all, she would have blinked several tymes, speechless. ..I guess it's a good thing I'm already speechless, anyway. The fact that she had just witnessed a murder, right before her very own eyes did not bother her. She had been raised among blood and gunfire and death. What was one more person? Especially one she would have killed herself, had he not casted this...strange magic upon her. She had disregarded Guild Magics as a fairy tale, something to scare or elate young children... Suddenly, a thought struck her, drawing her away from any logical analysis of the situation. ..wait...did he call me a midget?!! she thought with sudden annoyance. How it frustrated her, that she had no ability to scowl and chew the guy out! ..okay. I have to stay calm this tyme. I don't know who this man is, but he could be dangerous. ..granted, he just...saved me? ..I don't know. Okay. Clearing herself of all agitation, she poured the deepest look of, "..yes, please." she possibly could into her eyes. Edited by Merobi Neko, Feb 5 2013, 11:43 AM.
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| Zazameil Crisum | Feb 5 2013, 10:32 PM Post #5 |
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He walked over to her, his hand clouded in a black veil of magic energy. "Don't move. He laughs or you could loose a limb." Zazameil smiled as he dispelled the magic around the small girl. "What is your name miss?" |
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| Merobi Neko | Feb 5 2013, 10:44 PM Post #6 |
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All at once, she was released, gravity, and her own unbalanced-nature, pulling her down to the ground. Mumbling under her breath, she got onto all fours, then to her knees, not seeming a smidgen embarrassed at her misgiving. Brushing off her knees and standing once more, her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why do you want to know my name?" She inspected the man in front of her, unsure whether he was trustworthy. She had hidden from enough soldiers and recruits and whatever else she encountered on her long journey here. ..the whole trip, plus her never-ending guilt and thoughts of what may have become of Volare had hardened her. Had he not "saved her," she would have pulled her pistol on him already. ..though, seeing his actions...that would not have been a good plan. You have to be less hasty, Merobi.. she told herself, as she pulled the now seemingly-weightless rucksack back onto her shoulder tightly. Edited by Merobi Neko, Feb 5 2013, 10:46 PM.
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| Zazameil Crisum | Feb 5 2013, 11:06 PM Post #7 |
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He stumbled backwards a little, astonished by the pure lack of gratitude that the girl was displaying. "I am only here to help. You should consider yourself lucky. I have been watching that man for half the day waiting for the right time to strike and I decided I like you enough to save you. The least you could do is say thank you. He would have captured you and forced you to enter his guild or maybe you didn't realize." His hands begin to get a slight veil of energy around them once again as he gets more and more frustrated. "Stay calm, keep your cool, and don't freak. It has been a year since the last accident lets keep it that way." "I am sorry I have a short temper and I apologize. I simply wish to know your name so that I may thank you" He mumbles under his breath. "You grumpy midget." |
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| Merobi Neko | Feb 5 2013, 11:11 PM Post #8 |
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The vein in her right temple pulsated furiously. ..now, now...keep cool, Merobi, keep cool...it's just a wor--- "..WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO CALL ME A MIDGET?!! Half-pint! Short! Vertically challenged!! So what. So what if I'm twenty years olde and still haven't grew past sixty one inches? I can grow. Of course I can grow!" Gulping back a sigh of frustration, she closes her eyes. "My name is Merobi. Thank you very much...Zaza--Zam...Zammy. I will be going now." With that, she took two long strides past him, hair covering her reddened face, before tripping over an awkward branch on the path, and falling flat on her face once more. Edited by Merobi Neko, Feb 5 2013, 11:13 PM.
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| Zazameil Crisum | Feb 5 2013, 11:15 PM Post #9 |
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He doesn't laugh at her when she falls. He looks at her with a very calm expression. "My name is ZAZAMEIL, NOT zammy. Would you like some help up Merobi?" |
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| Merobi Neko | Feb 5 2013, 11:23 PM Post #10 |
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"No thanks, Zammy." She smirked, as she stood up once again, this tyme with dirt smudges stained onto her dark, nearly black skirt. "I'm on my way to Ravnica, too, strangely enough. I have been traveling a very long tyme, and I simply cannot wait to have a decent meal." she twittered on, her back to him. What the hell are you saying, Bee? You always let Amygdala get the best of you. The guy helped you out. At least show him some gratitude.. ..she could nearly hear Volare speaking to her in the back of her mynd. ..what do you know, Muto? Holding back a defiant breath, she turned once more towards the strange man. "..I would lyke to formally thank you for your kindness. You can travel with me to Ravnica, if it is your will. If not, then I suppose that this is where we split ways." |
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