Scrapmaster
An extremely knightly lad.
- Henry Heid - The Sun - Train car -
Daruk's words hit Henry hard, the man's worries cracking through his extroverted and boastful exterior were quite the startling surprise, even moreso as he reminisced about his last heir who had died to a brigand attack, and another one five years before also having perished, but the cause of said's death was not specified. But Daruk's next words would leave Henry momentarily speechless.
"Me?...and Heir?" Henry said in reaction, before resting his hands on a nearby table. In deep thought, obviously. Becoming an Heir to a court was no small business. It was serious, nominating an Heir was entrusting your rule, and the entire court along with it, to the person. Stories of Court Maesters who never chose heirs were rather common, especially today.
"I...don't really know what to say, to be honest I always figured you'd choose Soren, or someone younger to be an heir. But...then again I am also young enough." He commented and sighed lightly.
He steeled himself for a moment as he looked away, before locking eyes with Daruk with a determined expression. "I accept." He answered. "I will not let you down Daruk, and...well...no curse is strong enough to take me down." He finished.
Thanny
- Richter - Vivifica's voyage -
"I shall see to getting some rest after this excursion of ours, you're not the only one who has commented on my restless appearance." Ricther answered Aislinn with a light sigh, seemed like his attempts at appearing rested and fully up weren't being effective, clearly his hair wasn't glowing enough. The mention of Jynn brought a thought to Ricther's mind. "Hmm, speaking of Jynn. I believe he boarded the train to Sanctum Heights, I also see the absence of Zion as well." Ricther commented on the absence of two of his allies.
Aislinn's questions about his life and free time were a surprise to be sure, but a rather welcome one, helped break the monotony and all, and while he enjoyed the chat and the opportunity for talk, he noticed her distressed eyes, which brought a frown upon his expression whenever she wasn't looking.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the boats, which the Maestra promptly handed the men a satchel full of gold coind as payment for their services, the man not daring to count the coins and simply allowing them onto the boat. Ricther would sit near the Maestra, and ponder to himself about the workings of Itika. And how his earlier experience with the stuff had left their mark on him. Raw mana was a dangerous power to wield, and even try to obtain even, these thoughts would carry on his head until either spoken to or after their arrival in their destination.
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- Arno Cross - Bounty Hunting Samurai Cowboy Sniper - Tavern in Vita City -
Through an unlikely, or very likely but unfortunate turn of events, Tibarn failed at his one job and got caught, then again he was doing alright until the man decided to look back at him so it could be forgiven, seemed like the universe either wanted Arno dead, or just wanted to mess with him as it'd be very rare for a day to go by without a bit of trouble lately, but regardless.
As the table flipped Arno kicked back, slamming back into the chair as he rolled on his back into a standing position, using the momentum to reach for his sawed off shotgun under his coat and his trusty wakizachi, Kuzabi. Kusabi was long enough to be as threatening as it was in essence a smaller katana, its smaller weight and frame would allow him to reload quicker if need be, thankfuly his sawed off was already loaded.
As Gabriel did his move, Arno was focused on one thing, saving Tibarn from a possible bullet to the braincase. The man was irritating as hell, but he was useful and legitimately good company, so Arno would rather not lose an ally in a bar fight that doesn't even involve them. After Saff's and Gabriel's attack, the black haired man who held the gun to Tibarn's head would possibly turn to see Arno, with cold, staring eyes looking at him over the barrel of a sawed off shotgun, a blast from such a gun would kill a normal man even at longer ranges than the tavern provided.
"Tibarn, Duck." Arno would say to him as he channeled both wind and fire magic into his shotgun, infusing the slug round with both elements as he fired them at the man, the slug would explode in a small localized explosion upon contact with either the man, or the wall behind him. Airbust was one of Arno's favorite combinations for ammo.
Arno would simply pull out another round from his coat and load it into his shotgun, as he would then resume aiming, should the man not attack him.
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Daruk's words hit Henry hard, the man's worries cracking through his extroverted and boastful exterior were quite the startling surprise, even moreso as he reminisced about his last heir who had died to a brigand attack, and another one five years before also having perished, but the cause of said's death was not specified. But Daruk's next words would leave Henry momentarily speechless.
"Me?...and Heir?" Henry said in reaction, before resting his hands on a nearby table. In deep thought, obviously. Becoming an Heir to a court was no small business. It was serious, nominating an Heir was entrusting your rule, and the entire court along with it, to the person. Stories of Court Maesters who never chose heirs were rather common, especially today.
"I...don't really know what to say, to be honest I always figured you'd choose Soren, or someone younger to be an heir. But...then again I am also young enough." He commented and sighed lightly.
He steeled himself for a moment as he looked away, before locking eyes with Daruk with a determined expression. "I accept." He answered. "I will not let you down Daruk, and...well...no curse is strong enough to take me down." He finished.
Thanny
- Richter - Vivifica's voyage -
"I shall see to getting some rest after this excursion of ours, you're not the only one who has commented on my restless appearance." Ricther answered Aislinn with a light sigh, seemed like his attempts at appearing rested and fully up weren't being effective, clearly his hair wasn't glowing enough. The mention of Jynn brought a thought to Ricther's mind. "Hmm, speaking of Jynn. I believe he boarded the train to Sanctum Heights, I also see the absence of Zion as well." Ricther commented on the absence of two of his allies.
Aislinn's questions about his life and free time were a surprise to be sure, but a rather welcome one, helped break the monotony and all, and while he enjoyed the chat and the opportunity for talk, he noticed her distressed eyes, which brought a frown upon his expression whenever she wasn't looking.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the boats, which the Maestra promptly handed the men a satchel full of gold coind as payment for their services, the man not daring to count the coins and simply allowing them onto the boat. Ricther would sit near the Maestra, and ponder to himself about the workings of Itika. And how his earlier experience with the stuff had left their mark on him. Raw mana was a dangerous power to wield, and even try to obtain even, these thoughts would carry on his head until either spoken to or after their arrival in their destination.
Mystics Apprentice Nero Kunivas
- Arno Cross - Bounty Hunting Samurai Cowboy Sniper - Tavern in Vita City -
Through an unlikely, or very likely but unfortunate turn of events, Tibarn failed at his one job and got caught, then again he was doing alright until the man decided to look back at him so it could be forgiven, seemed like the universe either wanted Arno dead, or just wanted to mess with him as it'd be very rare for a day to go by without a bit of trouble lately, but regardless.
As the table flipped Arno kicked back, slamming back into the chair as he rolled on his back into a standing position, using the momentum to reach for his sawed off shotgun under his coat and his trusty wakizachi, Kuzabi. Kusabi was long enough to be as threatening as it was in essence a smaller katana, its smaller weight and frame would allow him to reload quicker if need be, thankfuly his sawed off was already loaded.
As Gabriel did his move, Arno was focused on one thing, saving Tibarn from a possible bullet to the braincase. The man was irritating as hell, but he was useful and legitimately good company, so Arno would rather not lose an ally in a bar fight that doesn't even involve them. After Saff's and Gabriel's attack, the black haired man who held the gun to Tibarn's head would possibly turn to see Arno, with cold, staring eyes looking at him over the barrel of a sawed off shotgun, a blast from such a gun would kill a normal man even at longer ranges than the tavern provided.
"Tibarn, Duck." Arno would say to him as he channeled both wind and fire magic into his shotgun, infusing the slug round with both elements as he fired them at the man, the slug would explode in a small localized explosion upon contact with either the man, or the wall behind him. Airbust was one of Arno's favorite combinations for ammo.
Arno would simply pull out another round from his coat and load it into his shotgun, as he would then resume aiming, should the man not attack him.
Mystics Apprentice Nero Kunivas HeartOfFerria
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