| A Simple Fight - Soren, Ryu and Raine; A small fight between Soren Ryu and Raine. Anyone may come and take part of watching but leave the fighting to the three c: | |
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| SorenKurosaki | Dec 29 2012, 09:42 PM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Late afternoon. Weather: Sunny. Mild Clouds. Warm Breeze. Location: Magnolia, city centre. --------------------------------------------------------- ![]() Soren let out a sigh as he walked up the streets of Magnolia. He was looking around from one store to the next. His head dropped as he let out a groan as he tried to find the store he was looking for, he wanted to find himself a new weapon. He came to a stop in the middle of the street as a crowd of people walked around him. He took his right hand and began to scratch the back of his head as his gaze looked around the place. He scratched the back of his head as it lowered a bit as he scratched. He then heard a sudden bang as he looked to see someone getting thrown out of a shop and the person he would assume to be the owner yelling at the person to leave. As he looked closer at the person he realized the person was holding a sword, was this the person by a chance he was looking for. The famous sword smith of the area. He grinned as he looked over and began to walk towards the store. He went in and began to look over what swords the owner had already prepared, he took a couple and swung them feeling their weight and seeing how they felt. He spent a good hour talking with the owner and looking at all the swords he had. After a little while longer he had finally gotten the sword he was looking for. The owner had wrapped it up in a purple cloth then handed it to him. Soren smiled and bowed saying thanks before he gave the money to the owner. After that he walked outside and looked up to see that the day had really gone by and it was a lot more cloudy now then it was before.
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| Ryuya | Dec 31 2012, 04:37 PM Post #2 |
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"Finally..." JP enjoyed a relieved exhale. At long last he actually made it. An accomplished smirk was plastered on his face, and he paused briefly to admire his hard work. After everything he'd been through, he deserved a round of applause for finally locating the hole-in-the-wall weapons shop before him. Yes, this was definitely the place he was looking for. This moment was the culmination of all his hard work, so you better believe he was going to take a minute to relish it. Without a shadow of a doubt, this was mission was the biggest pain in the ass he had ever suffered through. Nobody would ever understand all the blood, sweat and tears needed to get this far. It sounded like such an easy job. All he had to do was shop for a particular sword and buy it for the client. Even a monkey could do that. He couldn’t help but swipe it off the board immediately. It was exactly what he needed- a nice and simple job that could get the guild off his back. Everyone was starting to complain at him for gambling too much. So there he was, trying to earn an honest living just like they wanted. It seemed like an “everybody wins” type of situation, but JP should have known his luck was too awful for that. Rather than it being a simple job, it turned out to be a wild goose chase. The unspeakable things he had to do just to track the damn sword down would be taken with him to the grave. Just the thought of it made him wince. But it was all worth it. Why? Because he actually toughed it out and got the job done. And you know what? It actually felt kind of good to feel the payoff of something he worked so hard on. That didn’t mean he was ever planning on doing this again. God no. Okay, so the job wasn’t exactly completed yet. It sure felt like it was. Going in and paying for the sword would be a breeze compared to his efforts of the previous two days. Still, it might be a little harder than it sounds. From the information he gathered, JP learned that this particular store owner was a real hardass. Hell, in the short time he had been standing there he had already seen some schmuck get thrown out of the shop. There was no way he’d be sharing the same fate. He unfolded the old picture from the pocket of his jacket, getting one last look at the prize he was after before valiantly pressing through the shop’s doors. … No more than three minutes later, the door was flung open again. From the looks of things, JP’s negotiations did not go very well. His cocky smirk was now replaced by a seething scowl. He definitely had to get the last word in against the equally enraged shopkeeper before leaving his rat-infested excuse of an establishment. “Oh yeah!? That’s not what your sister said last-“ JP ducked from the spinning battle axe sent hurling towards his head. He heard the sounds of wood splintering as it impacted the wall behind him, at which point he gladly stormed out of the shop. Frustrated and depressed beyond belief, JP slammed the door behind him, leaning back against it with a sigh. This would only happen to someone of his luck. Of course the shop sold the sword right before he arrived. Well, he thought, what am I supposed to do now? JP despairingly thumped the back of his head against the door, looking up to the clouds for the answer. He felt almost at peace for a moment, which ended once the blade of a broadsword suddenly ripped through the other side of the door mere inches away from his cheek. A tingle traveled up his spine, freezing him in place for a moment as he nearly wet his pants. When the feeling in his legs returned he quickly peeled himself away. “Damn it- I already left old man! What the hell!” JP pointlessly yelled at the closed door. That crazy bastard was even worse than he had heard in the stories. How someone so rude was given the license to do business, JP would never know. He grumbled to himself about it while readjusting his coat. It seemed like all hope was lost until he looked up. His jaw suddenly dropped to the floor as he stared in utter disbelief at literally the first thing he saw: the sword. He had to rub his eyes to make sure they weren’t deceiving him. Somehow they weren’t. This was fantastic. What were the odds of actually finding the one who bought that damn sword? Yet that was exactly what happened. There the man was, standing with his back turned not too far from there. JP felt as if the clouds were parting, angels in his head blew horns as the heavens shined down a splendid blessing upon him. He squinted at the man, and shockingly it was someone he actually recognized. It was that Sabertooth blockhead! This changed things quite a bit. Obtaining the sword through empty threats would no longer be an option, but something like that would never be JP’s first choice anyway. He had to come up with something quick while the guy was still in his sights. There was always the possibility of just telling the guy the truth, but that option relied too much on the man’s sympathy for JP’s comfort. If the guy still refused after hearing his sob story then he would be completely out of luck. That left only one thing left to do. He’d just have to trick the poor sucker. “Excuse me! Fair mage, sir!” JP put on the most polite and innocent face he had in his arsenal when grabbing Soren’s attention. His tone of voice was soft, a result of him trying to portray himself as a harmless little healer. “I know this is sudden, but there is something I must tell you about that sword!” He said rather frantically, looking at Soren with a look of fragile concern. “That blade…” JP began gloomily, leaning in closer to the Sabertooth mage as if to tell him a crucial secret. The blonde tried his best to look emotionally devastated as he delivered his completely made up explanation. If he pulled this off he might have just quit magic all together and joined the theater. “It’s cursed by dark magic…” “I’m a Light Mage of Lamia Scale.” To strengthen his credibility JP slid back his sleeve, revealing the dark blue guild stamp on his forearm. He was sure to look at Soren directly, containing an impassioned look of dutifulness in his eyes. “For the safety of everything you hold dear... Please let me purify that weapon! This is my personal duty. I could never charge you for something like this.” Edited by Ryuya, Jan 1 2013, 02:01 AM.
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| SorenKurosaki | Jan 1 2013, 03:09 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Soren let out a yawn of boredness as he stood in the middle of the crowd of people. He heard a voice coming from behind him which he slightly remembered the voice. He turned around to see a mage walking towards him. He remembered this guy, he didn't know who exactly he was but he did remember him. He was the mage that fell out of a tree pretty much butt naked and landed on top of a girl that he had been trying to help out. As the man walked up towards him he smiled his dumb ass smile out of pure habit. Once the guy began to spoke his face light right up. He had a huge grin over his face when he had heard the sword that he had in his hand was a cursed sword. For as long as he could remember he had always wished he could get his hands onto a cursed weapon. Hes mentor from years ago had a cursed weapon which he had used on many occasions to help himself at unbeatable odds. Now he was being told the very sword he had just bought happened to be cursed which made him very happy to hear. He looked at the man now with this giant grin that no matter how hard he tried to hide it, it would be pointless. "I am very sorry, I cannot allow you to cleanse this sword. I have spent years trying to find myself a cursed weapon, I know they can be VERY dangerous but as a respect for the person who taught me my way of life I must keep this weapon cursed." He smiled and bowed towards the man before he spun on the back of his feet and began to walk away in a very cheerful and happy mood.
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| Ryuya | Jan 1 2013, 08:24 PM Post #4 |
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JP felt his face widen in disbelief, shivering a bit as the mage began to walk away. Here he was with his dreams utterly crushed and Soren was just bouncing along as chipper as can be. He slapped a hand against his forehead, completely stunned. Apparently his lie was convincing, but needless to say he did not receive the reaction he wanted. Somehow trying to exploit the man's foolishness backfired. He actually WANTED to be cursed. There was no way JP could have been prepared for this outcome. He knew the guy was a blockhead, but this was really something else. At least his thespian aspirations were still alive. Good thing too, because he would probably be unemployed very shortly. He could just imagine the guild's reaction now. Surely their suspicions of his uselessness would be completely validated after this. Scenes of them gossiping to each other played vividly in his mind. "Of course JP failed his mission. I bet he slept through the whole thing." One would say, rolling their eyes in disgust. Another would shake their head in disapproval, fully in agreement. "The guild has no need for those who only care about themselves." The thought made his heart sink, even though it was just a daydream. He already knew people said things like that about him. Maybe they were right. Maybe he just couldn't adapt to this lifestyle. For the longest time that really was how he behaved. All he used to care about was his own well-being. There was no other way he could survive being completely on his own. Was it stupid of him to think he could break those habits? It sure seemed like it. Perhaps being alone was just a consequence of the choices he had made... Hell no! There was no way JP could accept that- not yet. He wasn't giving up without a fight. Unless he thought of something quick, that fight might just become literal. And that's the last thing he wanted. His very last resort would be to try and take the sword by force. There surely were other means of getting it away from him- he just had to think. The problem was that Blockhead welcomed the challenge of a "curse." If JP could somehow convince him that it was bad, maybe he could get him to hand over the blade. But how was he going to do that? With the guy's back turned maybe he could get a free shot off and blame it on the sword. No- that would be too risky. Besides, someone that stubborn probably wouldn't do something out of fear for his own safety... That's when the idea suddenly hit him. If someone else was hurt by it then perhaps he would change his tune. His eyes quickly darted through the crowds. He couldn't just let someone innocent get hurt over this.. That wouldn't work. He needed to buy more time. "Hey- wait!" He called, briskly jogging after Soren. There was no time to plan anything anymore. This would have to be total improvisation. "You don't understand!" JP grabbed hold of Soren's arm, pausing for a moment as he had absolutely no clue what to say. If there were any words that could successfully coerce the sword from his possession, they were definitely not coming to JP. To hell with it, then. There was only one thing he could think to do, but it involved stalling for a bit more time. "Very bad things will happen if you hold on to that sword. People around you might suffer." The blonde explained, crooking his right arm over Soren's shoulder. Technically his words were true. All the while he held his left hand behind his back, gathering particles of sunlight into a ball of light energy in his palm. "So that's why..." If things went as planned, he would finish his sentence by throwing his left hand in front of Soren's face, averting his own eyes from the blinding fistful of light. "I can't let you have it!" If the spell was successful then it should leave the man stunned long enough to swipe the sword and get the hell out of there. If that happened he would at least drop the bag of jewel given to him by the client. It probably wouldn't keep Soren from chasing after, but at least he couldn't say they weren't even. Edited by Ryuya, Jan 1 2013, 08:26 PM.
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| SorenKurosaki | Jan 2 2013, 06:58 PM Post #5 |
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![]() Soren was continuing his walk when he heard the man running and catching back up to him. He looked at the male while he spoke about how it would be bad for him to keep the weapon. He shook his head as he felt the man's arm slump over his back and he let out a sigh. He realized this man was not going to leave him alone with his own wishes. So what if the damn weapon was cursed. If Soren got other's hurt by using this weapon then so be it. However this sword was something he had spent weeks of work into earning and now that he had it, it wasn't going to leave his sight. He was about to open his mouth to speak when he saw a ball of light blinding to come towards his face. He stumbled back a bit when the light came towards him. He stumbled back a step as he tried to gather his footing. He felt the sword being yanked out of his hand and now felt nothing left in his hand. He quickly rubbed his eyes to help gain his vision back. Once he had it decent enough he saw the man running away from him with the sword in his hand. He knelt down a bit then bolted off running after the person who now held his sword in their hands. "What the hell man?!" He let out a yell pointed at the person who was now running off with his weapon. He continued on chasing after the man, dodging and running around the citizens of the city without aiming to harm any of them.
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| Fragile Raine | Jan 6 2013, 12:59 AM Post #6 |
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![]() It would be late into the afternoon by the time the young Lamia Scale card mage entered the bustling town of Magnolia. 'Never thought I would be back so soon,' Mallory thought as she brought down the hood of her cloak. It's been a good few months since she left home and though confident that her parents had already given up on finding their problematic daughter it didn't mean she liked the idea of being seen and forcefully brought back home. 'Then again, I'm probably already disowned and dead in their eyes. They never did like people who did not concur to their ways.' Glancing around, Magnolia would appear as lively as she remembered - too much crowding and chatty people to her liking. 'Shame that leaving them also meant my right to travel in style. A carriage was definitely more convenient than walking.' Noticing the change in the sky, Mallory took note of the approaching darkness due to the large amounts of clouds rolling in. 'Better hurry, the overhanging clouds seem to signify an approaching storm - be it literally or figuratively.' Making her way expertly through the streets of her hometown, Mallory would do her best to avoid the crowds by sticking close to the shops but that didn't end well as people were constantly entering and exiting the shops. Reluctantly joining the fey, Mallory would maneuver the best she could amongst the crowd while coming in contact with as little people as possible. 'This is why I hate taking missions that involve major towns...to think that this simple mission would put me on a wild goose chase. I went through a good three towns before landing on good evidence that this is where the sword was to be found. Seriously...can't believe I copied that idiot's example of quickly snatching up the easy missions. There were a lot of others ones I could have managed with less trouble than this...' Finally arriving at the shop, Mallory noticed that the door had a hole similar to one made when a sword was use to pierce something. 'Hm...not a great first appearance that's for sure...' Taking in a deep breath, Mallory readied herself for what she was told would be a very difficult experience for her. ------------------------ Exiting the shop, Mallory was just about ready to smack someone or something for the inacceptable behaviour/attitude she received at the hands of the weapon shop keeper. How dare that insolent, burly, unkept man speak to her in such a manner?! He actually had the the nerve to outright say to Mallory that his shop was no place for woman and that whatever sword it was she was searching for, if he had it, which he did not, he still would not sell it to a female. Oh how Mallory wanted to sick a card on that man...but that was beneath her. It would also cause some problems for her guild which is not something she would never be caught dead doing. Such reputation ruining situations were better left for the slackers of the guild. 'Speaking of slackers...wonder where JP wondered to. For this mission to have popped up again, it must have meant he failed.' Smirking a bit at that, Mallory would take a moment to consider her next plan of action when a sword was struck through the same hole as before followed immediately after by the baratone cry of the owner. "I thought I told you to leave lassie! My shop ain't no place for fancy dressing girls to play around at. Now scat before you affect my business." As much as he statement angered her, Mallory had heard enough rumors about the owner to know that it would not be best to mess with him. That and the man literally just stuck a sword out his own door to drive away a potential client...well...lets just say Mallory had more smarts than to risk getting slashed at by an obviouly oversharp sword. Letting out a sigh, Mallory would begin to step away from the shop with dread. How could she of all people fail at such a simple mission? How would she face the guild? 'No way am I going back to face redicule. Worst yet, he might already be back and I can already imagine his crude mouth running off about how he wasn't the only one to fail...' That person being JP who had snatched away the mission almost immediately after it was put up. Groaning, Mallory took another step only to be knocked aside as someone ran past her. Falling less than gracefully on her butt, Mallory quickly recovered to sneer at the person who ran into her and caught a familiar glimpse of dirty blond hair. 'JP?' Mallory wouldn't even get a chance to dwell too much on that thought as another running figure crossed her vision and Mallory was more than sure that the one that just ran by was the same Sabertooth idiot from before. 'What?' Standing up, Mallory took a moment to think. Though stealing was something common as this was a bustling merchant's town, the conisidence of it being the Sabertooth equip mage chasing after someone with strikingly similar appearance to her fellow Lamia Scale mage, Mallory just couldn't let it slide. 'He's a swordsmen and both our missions just happened to deal with a particular sword which has apparently been sold...so...maybe...' Betting on her instincts, Mallory quickly brought her right hand to her hip where her card pouch laid and snapped it open. Using her inate connection to her cards, Mallory easily picked out one of her Chocobo card and applying just a bit of magic, summoned it out. Getting on her creature with ease, Mallory gave the chocobo a light nudge with her legs like most people do with horses and softly instructed it forward. Taking off as prompt, the Chocobo dashed forward while easily moving around herds of people. With his speed, it shouldn't be long before Mallory caught up to the two. 'If the situation is as I think it is...I may have just lucked out. I'll let the two fight it out and than snatch the sword when both of them are not looking.' Smiling at that plan, Mallory would also search with her eyes for the Sabertooth mage amongst the crowd to insure she did not go past them or if they made a turn or not while she was thinking. |
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| Ryuya | Jan 12 2013, 03:36 PM Post #7 |
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With haggard breaths and legs that were turning to mush, JP hesitantly peeked over his shoulder. An irritated grunt escaped his throat at the sight of his pursuer. He expected as much, but that didn’t make him feel any less screwed. If something didn’t change soon then he was done for. At this rate the blockhead was going to catch up. Running wasn’t his forte to begin with, and lugging the heavy blade around made it even more of a chore. This was exactly why he preferred conjured weapons. Maybe it wasn’t too late to make peace and form some sort of truce. “C’mon man! How ‘bout we just forget all this? –GEEZ!” JP was nearly bowled over by someone in his way. He clumsily stumbled forward, barely able to right himself by placing a hand on the ground. Cursing heavily, the blonde shouldered the sword strap and continued his mad sprint up the street. An unmistakable figure was caught in his peripheral vision. He ignored the terrified shiver sent up his spine. Thinking would have to be multitasked with running. He’d know those hips anywhere. “What the heck is Mal doin’ here…?” JP groaned. Initially he was distraught by this, chalking it up as the gods’ latest curveball. Surely she had taken the mission too. There was simply no other explanation. She always acted above places like these. Great. he thought, So now I have to worry about my own damn guild... Wait. The proverbial light bulb went off in JP’s head again. Finally it donned on him. This was a blessing in disguise. His scowl was replaced by a smug grin. It was exactly what he had asked for. There was no reason for the chase to continue. After all, why run when you fight? He was no longer opposed to the idea. No matter how badly he and Mallory got along, they were still allies. If he engaged the fight then surely she would back him up as a fellow guild mate, or so he hoped. If not then he would be sure to blast her to the rest of the guild back home. They wouldn’t want an underachieving gambler, but they also wouldn’t want someone who left their allies hanging. If he was going down then she would definitely be going with him. He made his move once they reached an area free of civilians. In one swift motion JP slid to a stop and spun around, extending his arm with that same devilish smirk. He took a deep breath and shut out all distractions. A swirl of loose particles began to collect around his palm, becoming more and more dense as his focus deepened. The flecks of energy shaped themselves into an elongated arc shape, and soon he had something solid to grip. After another deep breath his weapon was fully materialized into a smooth golden longbow that shone brightly in the sun’s rays. “Let’s see how you like this…” As he pulled back the bowstring a large arrow was formed at the bow’s center, causing him to turn his face from the bright mass of light. The Sabertooth blockhead was lined in his sights. “Luster Arrow!” JP released the arrow, sending it through a golden spell circle that had appeared in front of the bow. “Sorry, pal.” He chuckled, watching his projectile race towards its target. |
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