Posted 15 November 2009 - 06:22 PM
Shyn stood in the deserted alleyway. All was quiet. The voices had ceased. Shyn began to walk down the corner, into the darkest part of the alley. His hand casually brushed his dagger on his side, a crude steel dagger. Part of him yearned for a fight, one that would test his skills as a fighter, assassin, and even as a thief.
Posted 15 November 2009 - 07:11 PM
So here I am, walking in the dark, with a huge-ass butcher knife. Or knife... knife sounds like too little a word to describe this huge a thing. Anyway, at least it gives a safe feeling. I don't suppose anyone would be crazy enough to attack a black, muscled black man with a damn large butcher knife blade thing in his hands.
OOC: Check the Ragnarok character sign-up thread for a biography on Leon, which is the character I'm RPing as.
Posted 15 November 2009 - 07:13 PM
((Hm...FElover said he wanted OOC in parentheses, it might not be a bad idea to practice that?))
Posted 15 November 2009 - 07:20 PM
Damn, it sure is cold out here. I probably should've taken a cloak or something with me. I guess I should just keep walking 'till I'm home and go have a feast of my own... Hey, that's not even all that bad an idea. As I kept thinking about having a large feast on my own, with a warm fire in my own house, I started to relax. I put my arms on my back, closed my eyes, and just kept on walking home, letting my guts, surroundings and feeling lead me. After all, all this training allowed me to master this weird ability of mine. Me and Mother Nature? We're like one, you know. And on one side it's weird, but on another side it might be a gift from my mom. She died giving birth to me, so I never knew what emptiness there was. All I knew was that there was some empty spot inside of me. As I developed this odd skill, that spot got filled up slowly. It must be my mother. It just has to be. Forgetting about that and thinking about the feast, I just kept walking, and walking... and walking.
Posted 15 November 2009 - 07:24 PM
((We're using our Ragnarok characters, right?))
Posted 15 November 2009 - 07:29 PM
Shyn froze for the second time; it seemed that a third person was involving himself. Shyn cursed, and quickly muttered a quick chant. He felt a large sum of his energy fade, as he himself faded into darkness. He was unseen to others eyes, but at a large pace of energy.
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Posted 17 November 2009 - 05:44 AM
I turned around, only to see there was this crazy dude who apparently enjoys jumping out of inns or something like that. That, or he's an angel who fell from the sky. I figure it's the former, though. Either way, I cannot be bothered to let myself get distracted by random weird people. Maybe this danger I sensed wasn't so dangerous after all. So I continued what I was doing - walking home, thinking about eating.
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