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Post by Valora Desmond on Jan 6, 2008 11:38:32 GMT -5
"Azalea." She replied instantly to Deft. "Nice to meet you, too." She was standing steadily, still pointing her sword at Ekimmu. She shook her hand, though her eyes only looked at Deft for a second, then returned instantly to the dark faerie. "I am not being rash, I have thought over this decision long and hard, I have chosen my path." She told her coldly, a deadly look in her eye. She may only be seventeen, but she her life had been a hard one and she had learned to be smart and decisive about decisions a long time ago.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 6, 2008 12:47:52 GMT -5
Ekimmu rolled her eyes, loosing battle. d**ned ranger always tended to get in the way, enough to want that wretch dead, but not enough to go up against the two of them in such a confined space.
"Want to know one last thing... Hero?"
She spoke with her head tilted to one side, smiling innocently at the half faerie.
"The Definition of a hero... Is a person that gets other people killed."
She smiled wickedly before winking, throwing a larger ball of dark flame at an alcove where some one had been watching the exchange, she'd sensed them a few moments ago. With the ranger and the half faerie distracted by her fire she changed forms and speed out towards an exit, her laughter still occupying the space she was once in and a yell of fear at the impending fireball came from the darkness of the alcove.
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Post by Valora Desmond on Jan 6, 2008 13:54:05 GMT -5
Azalea ignored her comment with ease, but it still bothered her slightly, and then released her own magic, a pale yellow ball of flames at the darker one, fusing each other out. The dwarf who was the victim, let out a sight of relief and then went to order a drink. She whipped her head around to see the dark faerie zooming away... Just great... She said to herself sarcastically, wondering whether she should go after the annoying villain.
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Post by Deft on Jan 6, 2008 16:06:11 GMT -5
Her face ripping into a savage, gnarled snarl, she swung herself out of the door, calling after the retreating, shadowing form, her fingers latched unto the doorway, screaming,
"Hero: a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities, derived from the latin word for savior, dammit!" She thrust herself back into the store, her chest pulsing back and forth with breath steaming with rage, and came to the side of Azalea, her anger fizzing to a soft point, and then fluttering away.
"She's probably gone by now- she can move fast... Dammit. I hate the women." Pausing, and looking back at her, she smiled, and said, "Well, I hope we can be friends, Azalea. We are joined in our cause and hatred."
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Post by Valora Desmond on Jan 6, 2008 18:53:08 GMT -5
She nodded, her usual kind nature returned and she placed her sword back in its hilt. She smiled and inclined her head to the ranger. "I would like that very much." She took a deep breathe, still feeling slightly worked up by the whole display that had just taken place. "You seem like a very noble person." She said softly, her voice fading and her body suddenly feeling tired from being so tense and restrained.
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Post by Deft on Jan 6, 2008 19:05:20 GMT -5
"I return the compliment." She gave a sharp, good-natured smile, and clasped her leather-crusted hands together, saying, "Well, after all that excitement, I say we deserve a bite to eat. What do you say? I know all of the local restaurant owners." She turned back to the counter, and, seeing as she had already paid for her repaired shield (it has been stuck with arrows ever since she had that run in with the queen's assassins...), she swept it off the counter and pressed it upon her back, the strap feeling familiar and warm across her shoulder.
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