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Post by Azonthus on Jan 3, 2006 21:20:45 GMT -5
*yawns* After HOURS of work, I finally got this done. The RP's have been re-coded and uploaded. Now, not everything works on the navigation bar! I may have them coded on my hard drive, but I haven't uploaded everything yet. Lots more work to do, but I'm getting it done. LinkEnjoy
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Post by Tamith on Jan 5, 2006 21:10:29 GMT -5
Kael had already been scanning the skies for hours when Allen and Highwind became visible above the southern horizon. It was another few minutes before the skybax arrived and it was obvious once he did that the news was grim.
“We need to get a healer out there now, and it might already be too late,” Allen said jumping from his saddle and hurrying to the stash of supplies.
“What happened?” Kael questioned quickly.
“I’m not sure,” Allen responded quickly gathering all the first aid and wound treatments he could identify. “There’s not much of a camp, just two people, one badly wounded and the other I’m not sure. They also have a weird cat, looks like a saber, and acts like one, but it’s not one.”
“And Dylan? And all the people that were supposed to be there? Did you see them?” the older O’Connor asked starting to feel something heavy settling in the pit of his stomach.
“No. I didn’t see anyone else,” the rider replied.
By now all the other members of the party including Standtall had circled the skybax rider and were hanging on his every word.
“What are we going to do? We’re still a full day and a half’s march away” Hikari verbalized what everyone was thinking.
“We,” Allen said stuffing everything in a knapsack, “Are going to run there. You,” he said giving it to Kael, “are going to beg Highwind to take you there.”
The young ambassador stared at his friend blankly. “You’re joking…”
“You’ve gotten all sorts of artsy fancy healer classes, blah, blah, there’s no time for your skepticism!” Allen exclaimed in frustration. “Go! Go, go!”
“I’ll be right behind you,” Azonthus quickly volunteered. “I’ll run ahead and arrive faster than the caravan.”
“Don’t be so thick,” Ressa added. “Move! You humans are so slow for everything.”
Still slightly dazzled, Kael nodded and turned towards the skybax. To everyone’s surprise, before the young ambassador could ask, the skybax lowered itself to allow him to mount.
“Why did I even have any doubts,” Allen said with a crocked smile, “Now go! You’re too slow, move it!”
Kael quickly mounted and took a second to find a semi-comfortable position. “Ok,” he said more to himself than to anyone else. “We can do this…”
“O’Connor-san!” Hikari exclaimed running towards the bax and new rider and tossing Kael another small sack. “Food. Water. I think you’ll need those.” Kael nodded this thanks but before he could say anything else, Highwind took off. The rest of the party watched them until they disappeared below the horizon.
“I hope he doesn’t fall,” Ressa commented. “He hasn’t had proper flying lessons.”
“He’ll be fine,” Allen assured the saurian. “He would have been a rider had you people not turned him to the darkness and seduction of that musty old library of yours.”
“Excuuuuuuse me?” Ressa started, but then thought better of it. “You know, I won’t waste my breath on you.”
“I should get going,” Azonthus intervened. “I won’t be there as fast, but Kael might need help, especially since we have no idea what’s going on.”
She quickly gathered a small sack of provisions for herself then was on her way after a brief farewell.
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The first thing he was aware of was of a gentle breeze blowing gently against his face. This was followed by the all-too-familiar lulling sound of the ocean not to far away. Slowly, almost afraid he truly was dead, Lucas Pradelli opened his eyes. It took several seconds to focus on something other than the blinding white of sunshine.
“Ojio! Duniestra mnadani sibelios, neh?”
Lucas blinked several times in confusion. He was looking up at a childish Asian-looking face that was beaming down at him.
“Eh…”
“Nodeste! Sureima naide. O’Connor-san, geitruina muindani!”
“Wait, slow down. I can’t really understand if you speak so fast…” Lucas said sitting up. He took a moment to look around and gather his bearings. He had been resting inside a large tent with the front opened to allow in the sea breeze. There were another two small cots set up around the tent as well as several objects he couldn’t identify on the sandy floor.
“I’m sure you are feeling much better, but I’d prefer you not try walking yet.”
Lucas turned to the man that was just walking into the tent. The young Asian girl exchanged several too-fast-to be followed words with him, the quickly ran out. “You speak English?” Lucas said, then realized several seconds later the stupidity of the question.
“I do,” the other man replied simply smiling at his blunder. “My name is Kael O’Connor, I’ve been sent from Waterfall City along with a small group of Ambassadors to welcome you.”
“Right,” Lucas said searching back in his memory. “We’re shipwrecked.”
“There is only you,” Kael responded. “The other man that was with you when we found you had been dead for several hours. No one else has come around since we’ve been here.”
“Wait, what? How long have I been asleep for?”
“Three days,” Kael replied. “You were badly injured. You had a deep wound in your thorax and another on your leg. They’ve healed perfectly since treated, but the stress they caused to you kept your body resting.”
Lucas quickly checked his side for the lethal wound but found only a well healed scar in its place. “Amazing…” he muttered.
“You were lucky you got treatment just in time,” Kael told him. “You woke up several times, but I don’t think you’d remember. You had a very high fever.”
“I don’t…” Lucas was interrupted as the Asian girl returned bringing with her some water, food and a large orange and black-stripped tiger. Lucas smiled as the big cat rubbed himself against his leg.
“That’s some guardian you’ve got there,” Kael said smiling. “Almost didn’t let us get to you!”
“I’m surprised he seems so fond of you,” Lucas said as the tiger turned and sat between Kael and the Asian girl.
“This is Hikari, my understudy at the moment. She’s learned several Asian languages and dialects though her English is still a bit sketchy.”
“But I can understand…” Hikari said in her defense. “If you would be so kind as to speak… slowly.”
Lucas smiled at her. “I will keep that in mind.”
“I suppose I should introduce the rest of us,” Kael said. “Then you can tell us exactly who you are and what happened here.”
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Post by Tamith on Jan 5, 2006 22:00:56 GMT -5
Dylan raised an eyebrow and stared blankly at Gareth.
“Ok…” he said. “Good for you! I believe me too; now we have something in common. Congratulations to you! Please leave.”
“You can use all the hurtful sarcasm you want, but it won’t work,” Gareth replied. “I really do believe we should talk about what it is you saw.”
Dylan bit the inside of his cheek in frustration. Not only was his uncharacteristic rudeness not having its usual effect, but he was also loosing his endless supply of patience. Clearly this person didn’t know the meaning of privacy or personal space. He had already decided on what he was going to do and on a course of action to take when Gareth had walked in and interrupted just that. He sighed in exasperation then dropped on the floor leaning back against Karua and wishing he had indeed attended to some of the schooling sessions with his older brother like he was supposed to. Those would have come in handy at the moment. That, or a sudden freak earthquake that would cause the earth to split open and swallow Gareth alive…
“What,” he said leaning back on Karua and staring up at the ceiling, “would you like me to tell you?”
“What’s on your mind?” Gareth responded sitting next to him. “Why do you think the dolphinbacks are in danger, what did you see?”
Dylan looked around the barn then back at Gareth. He raised a skeptical eyebrow then smirked. “It’s a little hard to explain.”
“Try me,” was the other’s short response.
Dylan considered the other man for a few moments then sighed. “Well…” the youth started, his voice trembling slightly. “ Have you ever felt like something is watching you? Like there’s a voice in the back of your head that’s telling you to do things you have always considered evil and vile? Like you’re simply just a puppet in a show you have no control over? Like something somewhere is waiting for you to go wrong to eat you alive?!” He finished the last sentence breathing rapidly and eyes wide.
“Well,” Gareth started, “As a matter-“
“Great!” Dylan said, all seriousness gone from his voice in a second. “Neither have I! Wonderful! Yet another thing we have in common!”
Gareth blinked several times. “But you just said…”
“Made it up,” Dylan said smiling brightly before the other man could finish. “Don’t you have a sense of humor?” He looked past Gareth towards the far wall of the room then narrowed his eyes. “Wait…” he said pointing. “Is that a two-headed yellow crested dimorphodon?”
Gareth looked at Dylan confused then turned to see what the young man was pointing at. “I don’t see-“
Karua bellowed and began to roll on his back. With an agile jump, Gareth rolled out of the Corythosaurs way. He quickly turned to look for Dylan but saw that the youth had disappeared under the Hadrosaur. Worried for the safety of the young man, he tried coaxing the saurian to move out of the way, but only succeeded in having Karua trumpet noisily and slashed at him with his tail (which he avoided in a swift jump).
*** Dylan heard Karua’s melodious cackles and smiled as he quickly ran towards shore. If there was one thing he took pride on was his sense of humor, wit, prank ability, and speed. All had come in handy just now. He figured he had another thirty seconds before Gareth figured out what really had happened and came after him. He wasted no time in diving into the welcoming warmth of the ocean. He figured he’d swim for a while and let things cool. Eventually he’d go find Tamith and tell her his plan. He may not have figured out all the details, but he knew he had to meet up with his brother.
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Post by Azonthus on Jan 5, 2006 23:19:37 GMT -5
Azonthus had been searching the area where Lucas had been attacked for the past couple of days. She knew there was little hope of figuring out much, but she tried anyway. So far, all she could tell was that a third male had been there and he had run further inland and then returned to the beach. However, she lost his rather distinctive scent of salt, sweat, and something burned when it went below the tide line. The scent had been very faint even before it was swallowed up by the ocean.
The ocean was something completely new to the velociraptor and she loved it. Despite loosing the trail of the third person, she was quickly entertained by the water rushing up around her ankles. She just stood on the sand, letting the water pull the ground away from around her, leaving her standing on small peaks under her feet and surrounded by a lower area. Feeling a little braver, she waded in a little more and was waist deep when she saw a larger wave coming. Screeching a little, she ran back to the shore and then back into the water when the wave was gone. The tiny theropod started digging in the sand, making trenches as deep as she could before the water rushed up to fill them and smooth out the gouges in the beach.
Kael was returning from looking for firewood when he met up with the strange spectacle. He looked at Azonthus curiously for a few moments, not quiet believing what he was seeing. "I thought you'd met Dylan…" he called at her as she ran from one of the small waves.
Az looked up, somewhat startled at his sudden appearance. She'd been so entranced by the oceans movement that she had stopped paying attention to her surroundings. "Dylan?" she asked, confused
Kael looked startled for a moment, but then smiled at her. "I'm sorry," he replied. "I just assumed he would have used any excuse to drag you to a beach. There's no place he loves better than a beach, river, or lake. Comes with the job, I suppose."
She nodded. "He wouldn't be such a good habitat partner if he didn't love water! But he hasn't really had a chance to drag me to a beach before; we've only met in the Rainy Basin and Waterfall City and those are pretty far from any beaches."
Grinning, the raptor leaned down and splashed in the water a little more. "I do think he was lacking in his duties for not showing me this before! I'll have to yell at him about it when I find him."
Kael laughed out loud. "I see; I'm sure he'll appreciate that. This would explain why you see him as miserably hyper. He behaves his worst when he is far from a large body of water he can dive into. Though, the pranks he pulls at that time share equal amounts of uncanny brilliance and genius."
"Speaking of finding him, I haven't been able to track that third mans scent any further than here. I'm sure we'd get more answers if I could find whoever was here with the other two dolphinbacks." She looked back towards where they had set up the tents. "How's the one that lived doing?"
"Better now," Kael told her. "I expect he'll be waking soon. Once that happens, I know he'll be able to help us decipher what happened here. There was no damage to his head. Speaking of which, I should return to camp to check on him. I'll leave you to your…antics?" He finished with a sly grin that made him look like Dylan in an uncanny way.
“Let me know when he wakes up? I’ll be here for a while, then I’m going to search the shore to the east for that other person.”
“No problem. Don’t go too far.” He waved a farewell and headed back towards camp with his load of firewood.
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The day after her initial encounter with the ocean, Azonthus was still enthralled with the vast amount of water. She was searching the shore for shells or something more interesting than kelp when Allen came to find her.
“The dolphinback’s awake. Kael sent me to find you. Enjoying the water?”
Az smiled. “The water, yes, the sand, no.” She moved towards the human. “This sand gets everywhere! It’s in my quiver, in my cape, everywhere! It’ll be forever before I manage to get it out.”
“Not quite forever. Just wait until we’re away from the beach; you’ll be able to empty your quiver of sand and not have it refill itself in a few minutes.”
They headed towards the tent. Az knew it would probably be best if she stayed out of sight until he was feeling up to seeing a saurian equipped with so many teeth and claws. Still, she wanted to see him and hear what he had to say.
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Post by Azonthus on Jan 6, 2006 0:22:14 GMT -5
OOC: I got it uploaded! Don't bother with any links on the navigation bar; they won't get you anywhere but to broken link pages. I don't have everything uploaded yet, but I do have ALL of what is currently written with the Safari RP up. All the other RP's are up too if you want to look. THIS IS AN IMPORTANT NOTE! I re-arranged a couple of posts. Chris, you have now met Gareth as his conversation with Dylan ended. I felt it made a little more sense in that order instead of Gareth ignoring you to go talk to Dylan and then responding to your presence. Go to part 10 in the RP story if you want to see what it now looks like. Thanks! The Waterfall City Registry- Library- RP's
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Post by Azonthus on Jan 7, 2006 21:59:21 GMT -5
Jebar ran in the darkness as the rain washed the blood from his hands. Something in the back of his mind refused to let him drop the knife he held clenched in his fist. Eventually, the adrenaline that had been pumping through him since the attack ran out.
That stupid tiger... He’d kill it too if he got the chance.
Slowly, sense came back to him. Running without a direction would do no good; he needed a plan. Looking around, he didn’t see anywhere that would provide shelter. Deciding it would be best to get more supplies, he turned around and headed back towards the beach, or so he thought.
The driving wind and freezing rain combined with his growing madness stole any sense of direction he once possessed. He wandered for hours, lost in the darkness of the night and his own soul.
As dawn began to claim the sky, he reached a grove of trees clustered around a spring. Thankful for fresh water to drink, he fell to the ground and plunged his head into the water. He gulped in the cold fluid, not paying any attention to the strange taste. When his thirst had been satisfied, he stood and noticed a board nailed to a tree that grew next to the spring. The board was covered in fading red paint that flaked off like a dried skin. Some sort of strange markings that looked like arrows going in every which direction were on it. Unable to decipher its meaning, he ignored it and walked around, exploring the strange grove. There were funny plants at the waters edge that grew in segments and had little brown tufts on top, making them resemble paint brushes stuck in the mud. Larger, tree sized versions of these made up the majority of the other foliage. Jebar would have been able to identify the greenery as horse tails and bamboo if he had been to the Orient, but Captain McGreggors ship had never gone to that part of the world while Jebar and Kairo had been on board.
He found a comfortable, mossy area under a large tree and settled down to sleep. His dreams were uneasy and filled with visions of McGreggor attacking and murdering his son while Kairo screamed for help.
Jebar awoke sobbing. He stayed in the grove for several hours, mourning the loss of Kairo’s young life.
“He’s mine now,” a strange voice said.
Jebar looked up and saw nobody. “Who there?” He looked around for the source of the voice and still could not find it.
“Su hijo es mio…” whispered through the air, followed by laughter.
“Give him back!” Jebar leaped to his feet and searched for whoever was there.
“I think I’ll just keep him.”
He ran into a clearing and found five figures standing there. One was a bare-chested man with a long, black, very curly beard. He stood motionless, arms crossed. His only clothing was a sort of kilt or skirt and sandals with straps up to his knees. Gold glinted off his wrist gauntlets and the quiver sling across his back. A black bow peeked out from the quiver. Another of the figures was an extremely beautiful woman dressed in the costume of the ancient Greeks. Her gauzy, blue gown barely hid what nature had given her and her full lips were painted red. Brightly colored flowers were woven into her curly, golden hair. The third was another woman, but she was terrifying to gaze upon; her eyebrows were a solid line across her forehead and her eyes were empty holes. She was scowling at the fourth person, who was even stranger than her. The fourth looked so odd. Jebar could hardly believe he was real. This person, if he could be called that, looked human except for his head, which had a large frill growing out the back and three horns sprouting from his face. He didn’t have a human mouth, but rather a beak similar to a turtles.
“I have him; he’s mine,” the fifth person sang. He had four huge, black wings sprouting form his back and he was spinning a sword around.
“Oh, leave him alone,” the beautiful woman scolded.
“And why should he?” the eyeless woman demanded. “That human drank our water.”
“Peace, all of you,” horned one said. “Bickering will do us no good and he is as confused as any are who find us.”
“Oh, come off your high and mighty throne, Ogthar,” Eyeless demanded. “Just because you’re the only one of us who still has any followers doesn’t give you the right to tell any of us what to do.”
Jebar ignored all but the winged being. He glared at him and pulled out his knife. Now he really wished Namir hadn’t knocked the gun from his grasp. “You gi’ me ma boy or ah’ll keel you.”
The winged being laughed. “You can’t kill me; I’m already dead.”
“Come to me, love,” the beautiful woman said as she moved towards Jebar. “Ignore Ninhursag’s bitterness and Ogthar’s platitudes. I can make you forget all your sorrows.” She leaned towards him and kissed him full on the mouth. Her floral scent filled Jebars nose and her lips were so sweet he would have given in to her charms if Wings hadn’t spoken again.
“He deserves his pain, Aphrodite.”
“No, Syrius. Nobody deserves what he feels,” Ogthar spoke.
Forcing the temptress away, Jebar growled “I want my son. No horn-face or tart is gonna keep me from ‘im.”
“Then,” the bearded man said, “This human is mine. He desires revenge and I will give him the strength.”
“All on this land belong to me,” Ogthar countered.
Suddenly, Syrius changed into Rico. “Tengo so hijo!” he yelled and ran into the bamboo jungle.
Jebar followed, screaming his rage. He ran and ran, but never caught up with Rico. Somehow, he ended up back in the clearing where the beings had held their strange conversation. Now, it was empty of all life. All that remained in the clearing were crumbling statues.
He looked around, confused at the disappearances. One thought broke through the confusion. Rico. Rico had his son and Jebar was going to do whatever it took to get him back.
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Post by Christopher on Jan 14, 2006 10:38:59 GMT -5
(OOC: I deleted my post, and reposted it, so that it's after the conversation with Gareth and Dylan.)
Chris cursed his rotten luck, as he walked throught he busy streets of Chandara. The several heavy storms in the past few days had really put him behind his schedule. He had lost track of how long he had been travelling from the Black Fish Tavern to Chandara; it probably didn't matter, now, thanks to those storms his contact was probably long gone by now.
For now, he searched through the streets for the local inn. The long gray coat (a dead give away he wasn't a native Dinotopian) was still soaked all the way through from the storm. His normally curly light red hair, was now dark, and matted down from the water. The stranger had to tuck most of it under his kepi to keep it out of his eyes. Even the package, wrapped in papyrus, was drenched, hopefully whatever was inside wouldn't spoil when wet. Chris didn't know what was in the packet, but he was pretty sure he would get in trouble if its contents were discovered. Something about recieving a mysterious package from one of the ruffians at the black fish just made him think that. Wouldn't you think it to? No matter, the reward he was promised was inticing enough to take the risk.
"Arrghh...where's that inn, at?!" he asked himself, frustrated
No longer wanting to wander blindly through the streets, he gave in, and looked for someone to ask. The first person he saw was a young man, about his own age, standing in front of a sauropod barn. Casually, Chris walked over to the man, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, stranger, you wouldn't happen to know where the tavern is would ya?"
His Dinotopian was spoken with an accent, another give away he wasn't a native or even been around long. Again, out of force of habit, Gareth swiveled around, only this time, his hand made no contact. The stranger had reacted with lightning fast reflexes, and pulled out of the way. Taken back by this sudden act of hostility (a rarity on dinotpoia), the young man exclaimed.
"What the hell is your problem!? I was only asking a friendly question!"
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Post by thereisnosaurus on Jan 15, 2006 21:04:47 GMT -5
Gareth relaxed.
"I'm sorry friend, force of habit. If you knew me you'd realise that surprising me like that is dangerous"
"Well I don't know you and if you're gonna bite my head off like that, I'm not sure I want to..."
Gareth extended his palm in the dinotopian greeting.
"peace, there's not much I can do about it. Everyone has their faults. In any case, to answer your question, you're standing right outside it" Gareth shucked his head to the left, gesturing to the tall building that faced the waterfront of Chandara
Chris reluctantly placed his palm on the other's, grasping fingers in a gesture of acceptance at the same time as he rolled his eyes "I swear that sign wasn't there before. Thanks for pointing it out, though I do hope next time we meet you'll be less inclined to thump me"
Gareth laughed "I hope so too, though if you keep training your reflexes I might have a little trouble doing so in any case. Now I must be off, enjoy your stay sir"
With that, Gareth darted back into the Inn, leaving Chris to pick up the bag he had dropped at the beginning of the exchange.
Gareth wasted no time in hooking his cloak over his shoulders. He left his various armaments in the pearlwood box where they rested, they accompanied him only on long trips or into dangerous situations. As much as he realised there was something deeply wrong with both Dylan and the general atmosphere of the preceeding events, he did not think it would come to fighting. Only K'caura and a length of rope were slung hastilly under the weatherbeaten material.
Jogging up the stairs, Gareth paused outside Tamith's room. He rapped on the door softly and when there was no reply pounded a little harder. Still nothing. Gareth muttered under his breath. Of all the times to go for a walk...
The problem was solved as he careened down the stairs, almost flattening Tamith as she made her way back up.
"Y'know, i'm seriously wondering whether you're more of a health-hazard than brokehorn lets on. That's the second time tonight you've just missed me. I take it this means your chat with Dylan was unsuccessful" she grumbled as she peeled herself from the wall
Gareth gave her a wry smile "You could say that... The little sneak did a runner on me again"
"WHAT? don't tell me he's gotten out of the inn again"
"fine, I won't, now are you coming to look for him or not?"
"Sometimes Gareth, I honestly feel like adopting your philosophy of hitting things. Remind me to pick on you first when I finaly break. Hang on a second while I get my cloak..."
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Post by Christopher on Jan 17, 2006 21:07:26 GMT -5
Chris’ eyes followed the stranger until he disappeared into the inn.
“Force of habit, huh? ****** good excuse for trying to kill me” he grumbled sarcastically as he slipped a pinch of tobacco between his lips and gums to calm his nerves (anyone else seeing any irony here?)
Although he felt semi0sorry for mouthing off, Chris was not about to hunt the guy down and apologize to him. One couldn’t really blame him for his bad mood; you try being drenched to the bone and two days late for a meeting, and still be in a cheery mood! (Although he usually isn’t a bundle of joy, either)
Damage done, and one less potential friend in the world, Christopher knelt down to retrieve the package he dropped after the unexpected attack. Jostled by a rough journey, soaked by the tropical storms, and batted by gravity and the streets of Chandara, whatever was in the package was in the package was ruined by now. Some delivery boy Chris made, oh well, that guy should of hired a professional. The wet papyrus threatened to tear apart in Chris’ hands, but held out, due in part to the exceptional Dinotopian craftsmanship that was put into everything they did.
Tired and hungry, the young dolphinback just wanted to forget about the package for now, and sit down by a fire and maybe get something to fill his empty stomach. And that’s just what he planned on doing!
Once Christopher was satisfied that he had not dropped anything else during the encounter with the jumpy ‘native’--it wasn’t uncommon for Chris to drop everything he was carrying when startled—walked to the inn’s entrance.
This inn—whose name Chris did not catch, as he was illiterate when it came to the saurian letters—was a far cry from the Blackfish Tavern. For one thing, the environment: where the Blackfish Tavern was sounded by black mucky water that smelled like dead fish, and the air nearly suffocating with coal smoke, this inn was more inviting. Even the people were different. The Blackfish Tavern was populated with scoundrels, pirates, scalawags, and criminals; the friendlier bunch in the Chandara inn was a welcome change. Even though Chris considered himself to be a scoundrel (and labeled a criminal by his own countrymen) he didn’t always love to surround himself with others…or with anyone else.
The main room of this inn was rather crowded; probably a byproduct of the storms. The lone dolphinback never really liked to be around crowds, and absolutely loathed being part of one, so he set out in search of a vacant table, away from the congregation of humans and saurians. Normally, this search would not be overly difficult, as most of the natives loved company and usually gathered together in the center of the taverns, and tables near the walls were usually available. But, this crowd was larger than most crowds, and nearly all the tables were filled, and the others had someone sitting at them. No tables were totally empty. Chris was just going to have to bite the bullet on this one. Reluctantly, he approached a table with a lone saurian. Sure, there were plenty of tables with humans sitting at them, but Chris actually liked the company of saurians and greatly preferred their company over his fellow humans’.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” He asked politely asked the saurian
The giant lizard shook its head.
“You wouldn’t mind some company would you?”
Again, the dinosaur shook its head
“Not at all!” it said “It’s most welcomed!”
“Thanks.”
Christopher pulled the chair out from under the table, and sat down. He then removed his kepi and tossed it on the table. Without the hat supporting it, Chris’ soaking long red hair dropped over his eyes.
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Post by Tamith on Feb 18, 2006 18:49:41 GMT -5
Dylan had just been stepping out of the ocean when Tamith and Gareth found him. He acknowledged them with a brief nod, then took of his shirt and squeezed it free of the excess salt water before putting it on again.
“I see you seem quite fond of the ocean,” Gareth stated trying to break the silence.
Dylan took a couple of steps towards them and smiled innocently. “You must be really proud of your observation skills,” he said cheerfully.
“Alright then,” Tamith interrupted before anything else could be said. She knew Dylan well enough to know what he was trying to do and she wasn’t in the mood for it. “I’m really sorry I’ve been such a pain,” she continued. “I should have known better than to try to force things out of you.” She took a deep breath then looked up at her friend. “I was just really worried for you, I’m sorry. I have no idea what I was thinking.”
Dylan’s complexion softened as he smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” he responded. “I know you had the best intentions. I guess I should apologize too for being such a jerk and keeping you in the dark like this. I’m just not used to you sending your minions after me.” Dylan gestured towards Gareth and grinned.
“Minions?” Tamith inquired raising an eyebrow.
Dylan laughed. “Naw, I’m just joking.” He then addressed Gareth. “You wouldn’t want to be her minion anyways, she’d probably have you stab yourself and jump from Canyon City to prove your loyalty.”
Before Gareth could respond, Tamith had already punched Dylan hard on his arm. “I happen to resent that,” she told him. “Some thanks we get for trying to make sure you’re alright…”
The human half of the Fresh Water habitat grinned sheepishly and walked past them. “We should probably go back,” he said. “Lots to do.”
“What did you have in mind,” Tamith said as Gareth and she quickly caught up to him.
“Well,” Dylan started. “I’m going to send a dimorphodon to Kael and see what his standings are. I’m assuming he must be arriving at the Blackwood Flats if not already there by now.”
“What about the dolphinbacks?” Gareth asked.
“That’s just my point,” Dylan responded. “Kael’s the ambassador; I need to know what he wants done.” By now they had already arrived at the inn and were stepping inside. Dylan walked upstairs to his room ignoring the blank stares of the other people in the lobby as he walked by soaking wet. “I’m going to change,” he told them at his door. “I need to talk to you though,” he continued but this time addressing only Tamith. The Forest Habitat partner nodded.
“I’ll find you later, ok?” he finished.
“Ok,” Tamith replied glad to see her old friend was acting more like himself.
“Wait,” Gareth said as Dylan was closing the door. “I thought you said the dolphinbacks were in danger.”
Dylan looked at him for a moment before responding. “They are,” he said finally. “Mortal danger.” With that he closed to door and disappeared inside.
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Post by Tamith on Mar 25, 2006 14:38:04 GMT -5
(OOC: Umm...is this RP dead, or are we waiting for something? (Sorry for the one-line OOC post)) LOL:) not dead, just waiting for some of the parts in it to post It should get going soon... just as people start writing and posting!
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Post by Christopher on Jul 11, 2006 0:06:02 GMT -5
(OOC: *Nudge*)
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