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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on May 20, 2014 21:47:21 GMT
 Life on the Drakonborg was droll as always. Well, it wasn’t so much droll as it was that Kerberos was just very, very hard to please. So hard was he to please that currently he was making his way back and forth over the masts, arms spread out for balance, pausing every now and then to climb over a drake or two. The drakes were more curious than annoyed, which he thought to be fairly good luck. Eydís had, at some point, noticed him and followed him out to the farthest point, so that when he turned around to do it all against for the umpteenth time, he bumped nose first into her snout. Kerberos blinked, opened his mouth, and Eydís sneezed right on him. Drake snot is unfathomably digusting, but the other drakes seemed to find Kerberos’ newfound condition to be amusing. He wiped off his face with his bare hands and gave Eydís a glare from the corner of one eye. She didn’t seem to care. “ Kerberos.” He wiped another glob off his face. “ Huginn. What is it?” “ Muninn and I have made congress—” “ Good for you.” “ —and we have deemed that the best course for continued undercover operations would be to obtain a Tiro apprentice.” Kerberos blinked again. He didn’t like blinking. Gave people the impression he was normal or whatever. “ What.” “ We can discuss this later, if you w—” “ We will discuss this never.” And with a huff he jumped off the mast, shifting fluidly into a raven and swooping over the deck. He circled over the archery range a few times before lighting down, once more humanoid. Nobody spared him much of a glance, and he took up a bow and quiver. It was something; he required stimulus! Stimulus was a precious commodity in Kerberosland. Taking his place at an empty target, he nocked an arrow and took aim. The first arrow didn’t quite hit the center, resting just next to that little dot. His normal grin fell into a frown. After a few moments he took pause to glare at the bow. He pinged the bowstring a few times, wiggled the limbs, and gave the nocking point a good staredown. It was just for training, so it wasn't as finely crafted as the bow he was used to. Maybe that was why his aim was off. Or, as he watched a thick drop land on the bow's upper limb, maybe he was still too shakened by drake snot. Still so very disgusted. He finally renocked several arrows, until about three of them were lodged in the center. The grin fell back into place. There was no kill like overkill. Tags: anybody
Inspiration: idk man i just need to participate more
Notes: god i hope you can actually respond to this i've never written a starter post before
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on May 21, 2014 0:44:29 GMT
 Ade sat dolefully on the vacated deck, her bored expression masked by the blindfold coiled around her head. An audible sigh erupted from her lips, shoulders heaving beneath the dull breeze. A crusty piece of bread loitered in her loose grip. There was a small chunk extracted from its hard surface, but it remained otherwise intact. Strange. None of the substance had actually gone into her mouth; she received it from a trembling Tiro below deck. Funny how a few sheathed weapons could influence such a naive young boy! She didn't threaten him, of course. She merely strolled up to his mentally weak being and asked to see his food. A piece of cake... Or, in this case, bread. She wasn't sure why she stripped the boy of his simple joy. In fact, she wasn't sure why she was here at all! She sought refuge to delve into her newly attained succulence, but it never appealed to her to begin with. Perhaps it was just a way to pass the time. She hadn't seen any action for weeks, and the anticipation was beginning to pile up on her. A raven caught her attention, the animal swooping down and retaining its natural human form. Her position perked slightly, evaluating the seemingly disgruntled specimen. He retrieved a bow — sensible, since this was an archery range. Perhaps he needed to blow off steam? Ooh, this could be interesting yet. He didn't seem immensely apt at the subject at hand, having missed the target a number of times. He did, of course, manage to find himself somewhere through the process. Three shots to the chest? Not too shabby. Ade quickly discarded her bread, bringing her hands together to applaud the man. "Not awful. Not awful. I wish I hadn't been here to see the first part." She stood up to approach the man. She couldn't say that she recognized his aura, but she wasn't affiliated with the majority of the Drakonrhedi. "Did you really need three arrows? Seems a little wasteful. Tasteless. I mean, I love the effort, but 'style' doesn't seem to be your strong suit."Tags: Kerberos the SubversiveInspiration: I need participation too bro Notes: I HATE INTRO POSTS I need for Ade to be bitchier *whispers* fight Table made by Opal. |
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Post by Zsasilda the Solitary on May 21, 2014 4:40:53 GMT
- - Masquerade, a mask of steel; winding life onto the reel - - Okay, so maybe she shouldn't have thrown a book at that other Tiro. That was a bad decision, very bad indeed. At least he couldn't hit back very hard, though. And he fought with a warhammer. A warhammer. Practical, of course, but where was the flair? The skill? Judging by the lack of success he'd had pushing her off that chair, he probably couldn't wield it that well anyway.
There's a step right in front of you, mistress.
Thank you, Uri.
The shadows had made the bottom few steps indistinct. Zsasilda squinted, placed her foot on the first, and ascended into the welcome daylight.
The Promethaen stretched, feeling the sunlight wash over her bare face and arms. That was one advantage of a humanoid form, she supposed. The scales of her natural guise did warm up, but not as quickly as this skin. And she liked being warm. She liked it very much.
She took a moment to survey the deck, searching for familiar faces. There was one Tiro she didn't like, a Pryfektus she didn't like...come to think of it, did she actually like anyone? No, wait, that Tiro over there. He wasn't too bad. He'd taken her turn for watch duty once when she was exhausted from her training.
Mistress, I do not mean to alarm you, but I see The Subversive over by the targets in his human form.
Zsasilda whipped around, her gaze quickly finding the dark-haired man. A blue haired woman- what was with these people and blue hair? She was sure it wasn't a naturally occurring human colouration- seemed to be approaching him. Good luck to you, she thought, wondering whether to intervene. She was fairly certain Kerberos' OAIs would be able to prevent him from sticking the woman with an arrow. How long had he been on the Drakonborg, anyway?
Has he seen us? She asked Uri.
I don't think so, mistress.
Good. Let us observe.
With that, she settled down with her back to one of the masts, and waited to see what would happen.
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on May 21, 2014 21:19:22 GMT
His head twitched towards the sound of clapping. Someone watching him? “Not awful. Not awful. I wish I hadn't been here to see the first part.” Definitely had been watching him. He turned his head to her, sizing her up. Unusual hair, unusual… eyes? Blind, Kerberos, blind. Must be. No one wears a blindfold without being… well, blind. “ Huginn, Muninn. Data?” “ We know her as Alvadottir. No other data.” He tutted softly to himself as the woman continued. “Did you really need three arrows? Seems a little wasteful. Tasteless. I mean, I love the effort, but ‘style’ doesn't seem to be your strong suit.” Style? Kerberos laughed out loud. “ K— I would say three suits my ‘style’ just fine.” He pinged the bowstring in her direction. Harmless, of course, no arrows nocked. “ Wasteful. Tasteless. Harsh words. One could question if the critic is not worth them herself?” Huginn was not amused. “ Kerberos, do not engage with someone as an enemy if you know nothing about them.” “ On the other hand,” Muninn began. Something in the OAI’s tone made Kerberos fidget and flex, his skin crawling. “ There is someone of interest nearby.” “ An enemy?” “ More like your sister.” That cleared that up not at all. Somewhere, the excitement of the idea of his sister, blood that was the same as his, being so nearby… well, it quickened his pulse, at the least. To avoid turning around frantically in search of a toy he knew, Kerberos nocked an arrow, which found its resting place in the target dummy’s head. Maybe his sister would get bored? No, he couldn't be that lucky. Oh, but he wants to see her, he wants it! screamed the abyss. Dare we say, he wants her , she belongs to him! No one else, no one. They can't—Somewhere, somehow, Huginn broke through the voices, sounding rather perturbed. “ That really wasn’t necessary. Are you trying to intimidate her? This isn’t exactly your best attempt at it.” His head tilted slightly as a grin slid across his face. Two more arrows joined the first. “ Now, is there something I can do to assist you?” he asked, turning to the blue-haired woman. The words rumbled in his throat like that of a cat. A very large cat, that may or may not be hungry. “ You are a child. A big child that happens to be a dragon of godlike proportions, but still a child.” |
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on May 26, 2014 3:48:10 GMT
Ade watched as the man diverted his attention, slightly unenthused by her presence. "K - I would say that three suits my 'style' just fine."She watched the man launch an imaginary arrow in her general direction, casually side-stepping away from the figurative projectile. “Wasteful. Tasteless. Harsh words. One could question if the critic is not worth them herself?”Ooh, maybe this could be interesting!A curt chuckle escaped her mouth, quickly tagged by a smirk. "A little feisty, are we? Understandable. I would be too, with a face like yours." She extended her arms in a stretch. "Too bad your archery skills don't make up for it."Too bad you can't see his face well enough to properly criticize it.The twang of his bow notified another loosened arrow, this time finding its mark upon the dummy's temple. It was mildly peculiar. Not an act of anger, for the man seemed more distracted than anything. In fact, he seemed slightly anxious? Something was certainly gnawing at his conscience. Even better!Now, is there something I can assist you with?He was being incredible passive aggressive. In fact, she wasn't even sure if it could be classified as "passive". Both of them were having a go at each other - no point in hiding it. "Not sure why I'd need your assistance. Looks like you got enough bothering you anyways, I doubt you'd be of any use to me."He's certainly got enough bothering him at the moment. But then again, what's one more? Tags: Kerberos the SubversiveInspiration: Notes: NO R U JOKING IM THE RUSTIEST CAR IN THIS GARAGE GO AWAY also Ade can't comeback pass it on Someone says something and she's just like "yeah well UR FACE IS UGLY HA!" Table made by Opal. |
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Post by Zsasilda the Solitary on May 28, 2014 0:44:08 GMT
- - Masquerade, a mask of steel; winding life onto the reel - - Mistress?
Yes, Uri?
I am about eighty percent certain that he is aware of our presence.
Ah crap.
Zsasilda craned her neck to more clearly see over the crate in front of her. To be honest, this wasn't exactly a surprising turn of events. Unwelcome, but not totally unsurprising. The only confusing part was how Kerberos had worked out it was her from this distance, without his OAI communicating wit Uri. That was...
Uri, did Huginn or Muninn speak with you?
Yes, mistress. One of them. Not so much speak, but they identified me. They were not here for long.
Honestly Uri, we need to get that sorted. As far as I know, most other Promethaen can easily tell when their OAI is talking to someone.
Well I wasn't exactly talking, mistress.
Well we have this immediate problem, anyway. My...brother. Uri, am I still stronger than Kerberos?
I do not think so, mistress.
Ah well, he's in a human form at the moment. And I don't think this can be avoided, really. Right Uri, let's go. Be on your guard.
Zsasilda, still in the guise of Arnleif, rose from her crouch. The blue-haired woman, with the strange eye-covering (what was her name? Uri had nothing. They really did need to work this out); was side on to Zsasilda at this stage. Kerberos was facing the woman, his human guise seeming rather bland for his tastes. Zsasilda was mildly surprised. She's expected maybe a tail, or some out-of-place ears. But nope, this was it. This was what he had chosen.
Mine is better.
His is bigger.
So?
I doubt Arnleif would be much of a match for this one.
Mine has a rapier.
Mistress, with all due respect; this really isn't the time to be getting distracted.
Uri was right, of course, as always. Zsasilda was nervous, and when nervous, she got distracted. She finally reached the conversing duo, stopped at a respectable distance, and realised that she had not reason to explain why she had even approached them
Uri quick, I can't think of anything!
Say you're looking for someone.
But then they may actually help me find them, and I can't think of anyone I actually like.
Just say that you're looking for Cedric. We already know that he's away.
Good idea.
"Hello, citizens of Drakonborg," she said, with a polite smile. "Have you perchance seen my mentor, Cedric Vyrrson? I would like to ask him about something."
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on May 28, 2014 2:21:06 GMT
The strange blind woman chuckled and Kerberos raised a brow. That couldn’t be good. That’s when she spoke. “A little feisty, are we? Understandable. I would be too, with a face like yours.” She stretched and added, “Too bad your archery skills don’t make up for it.” Kerberos said, rather bluntly, “ At least my face works.” Another ping of the bowstring in her direction, though he was highly tempted at this point to nock an actual arrow at her. She was crippled. Surely no one would miss her? “ Keep calm, Kerberos.” Huginn sounded miffed. It was pretty much a state of being for the OAI, though. “ I am calm.” It was a lie. He was practically bristling with tension. He was shifting more and more into a combat stance, light on his feet and ready to spring. “Not sure why I'd need your assistance. Looks like you got enough bothering you anyways, I doubt you'd be of any use to me.” Kerberos opened his mouth to protest and his throat locked, letting out a wheezing squeak. He shut his mouth, standing stock still as he contemplated what the hell just happened. Then came the sirens, screeching and drawing his attention away from the blue-haired woman to the imaginary klaxons. “Hello, citizens of Drakonborg.” He jumped nearly a foot in the air. His eyes went wide, and he bounced about on his feet for a few more seconds as the cacophony in his head died down. His breathing was uneven and he cursed himself up and down for behaving like a startled cat. “ That was highly irrational,” Huginn said. “ Also unnecessary compared to normal,” Muninn added. “ It’s you sister, after all.” He grumbled to himself, but looked up at her next words. “Have you perchance seen my mentor, Cedric Vyrrson? I would like to ask him about something.” “ Vyrrson?” Kerberos asked, then mentally added to Muninn, “ Who’s Vyrrson?” “ Cedric Vyrrson. A Vetr.” “ Your sister is a very ‘lucky Tiro’.” He scowled out of habit. “ I didn’t ask you, Huginn.” Aloud he said, with a bit of strain, “ I have not seen Vyrrson in quite some time.” By now he’d managed to untwist his face, but his discomfort was clear and obvious. “ Would you like us to contact Uri?” He let his shoulders fall, keeping his eyes flicking between the two women. “ Might as well.” A wind drifting in the mind. “ Well met, Uri. How have things been?” |
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