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Post by douken on Feb 5, 2013 1:37:07 GMT -5
The city was a lot quieter at night,even if the traffic was still about as heavy. The air was also more chill than normal, forcing the young boy to curl up into a ball under the bridge's support. Traffic moved passed him as if he didn't exist just like every other night. Not like stopping to help a kid would hurt them, but then again, he had already gotten used to the avoiding eyes. Distracting conversations. Simply another cold night.
A strong wind then decided to greet the people of the city, sending a shiver down his spine before replying back with a sneeze. "I'll get sick at this rate," he muttered to himself, his mom's flashing before him in memories. She got sick, and because he couldn't get her well, she perished. he did not wish to share the same fate, so he removed the bandana on his head and placed it in front of his face.
"Forgive me," he muttered, not able to get his mom's image out of his head as he took the dagger within the sheath and held it close to him. A tear slowly rolled down his cheek. "I wasn't able to help you, but please keep me safe.... Mommy..."
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Post by Gabranth on Feb 12, 2013 1:46:53 GMT -5
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] who am i to disagree? Gabranth had finally made it to this city, the one known as Academia. He wasn't eactly sure what would he find in this city. Granted he was only revived not too long ago, and Occuria know for what. All he needed to know what a way to get back his own place. Back to Lord Larsa, he needed to be his shield and sword. That was the only good thing he was able to do, nothing more and nothing less. Walking through the streets in this strange city, everything seemed so... advanced in some ways and just the same in others. He would even be able to say that some of the technology scared him... not that he would be able to admit outloud or anything of the sort.
"I must find a place to stay for the night." Gabranth said to himself, the cold wind bothered him little, with how chilly it could get in Archades. He grown accustomed to it, and underneath the armor was warm reguardless, the only real place that he was cold was on his cheeks and tha was due to the armor. Hidden within his armor he had a bag of gil that some travelers were kind enough to give him. It was a lucky break he supposed, some travelers had given him money in exchange for taking out some strange beasts that he never even seen.
Now Gabranth needed to figure out where to stay for the night. This city was huge and everything was so cunfusing. How was he going to figure out where would an inn be in this city. For him it was like finding a needle in a haystack. He would just keep looking, he had the money for a room at least for one night. He would continue to look for an answer in the morning. After all with this many people around there had to be someone who knows something.
Gabranth walked close to a bridge leading towards a deeper part of the city when something caught his eye. A child, no older than 14 he guessed. He was curled in a ball and shaking from the cold. From what he could tell, the child's clothing wasn't suitable for this chilly night. Gabranth didn't bother to move from where he was, he looked at the child and from where he was he called out. "You child, what are you doing out in the cold?"
Gabranth didn't care so much as to what the hell he was doing. But as long as the child was out of the cold then everything else was alright. He made sure to keep his pouch of gil well hidden from everyone.
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Post by douken on Feb 12, 2013 2:14:40 GMT -5
A voice spoke out to him, causing the ten year old thief to look up at the heavily armored man. Not a single man he met had wore such fancy looking equipment. Actually, it looked a lot less advanced than what everyone else around him seemed to of worn. He stood out more than the thief! Still, he was able to feel an air of authority over him, and the weapons at his sides boasted in the same manner. Even if the kid could find his gil pouch, stealing from him would make the kid a dead man. A thief trying to survive had to understand what they had to stay away from.
"Why does it matter to you?" he asked the knight, curling into a tighter ball around his mom's dagger and averting his eyes away. Another sneeze escaped him, the reflex making him ball up for for a quick moment. He was hoping he didn't know about the kid's pickpocketing record, though. Not just his world, but this one as well, he had to do so to get by. However, there had been a lack of caravaners to get from thanks to those machines, so he had to get more public coin. "This isn't the first night I had to sleep like this." Even so, his heart and body would enjoy a warm bed right about now.
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