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Post by Taelyrn on Jan 31, 2009 3:29:08 GMT -6
Materializing from the light around Etrah, Taelyrn arrived near the stone circle in Reyone Field. Things had been quiet around the Mansion and the Forge lately, so he'd struck out on his own in search of something to do. However, he hadn't been too successful thus far.
Leaning against one of the massive stones, Taelyrn drew his sword, admiring the craftsmanship of the blade. However, after a moment, this too bored him. In short, things were dull. Taelyrn just wanted something to happen, and soon.
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Post by Rifel on Jan 31, 2009 3:47:17 GMT -6
(Not going to be using the blue styles for this fight... Am lazy...)
A ripple formed in the air, a figure stepping out. His silvery-white hair was short, hanging loosely down his forehead. His torso was covered by a sleeveless shirt, crafted of tightly woven metal chain links. His pants were nothing spectacular, simple and worn. At his waist, hung two identical, rectangular blades. Their handles were near the base, but embedded into a half circle cut from the back of the blade. A small, blue, teardrop shaped gem shone brightly from its place, impacted into the blade, about halfway from base to tip. Having cleared the ripple, he held his left hand toward it. A small blue light on a mechanical bangle around that wrist flashed twice before the ripple smoothed out and vanished.
He turned to the stones, a familiar sight to him. What was not familiar was the figure leaning against one of them. By the appearance, it seemed to be an angel of some sort. Perhaps it would know where Vurkiel had gone. The man from the ripple approached the angel, a stern look on his face. "I'm looking to kill an angel," he began, realizing his words were probably not wisely chose, but also that it was too late to take them back, "You seen one pass through here?"
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Post by Taelyrn on Jan 31, 2009 4:23:59 GMT -6
Glancing up from the examination of his sword, Taelyrn watched in wonder as the air itself seemed to ripple, and a silver-haired man stepped out. He couldn't help but stare, taking in the man's strange attire and weaponry. However, he supposed, his own clothing, made up of a white steel breastplate and shoulderpads over a grey t-shirt, along with a pair of faded blue jeans, was probably rather strange to look at. In any case, a good deal of Taelyrn's fascination with the stranger was due, in large part, to anticipation of something about to happen.
However, his anticipation turned to slight alarm as the man approached him, and stated his business. Looking to kill an angel? He didn't know the specifics, but the bluntness of the statement put him on his guard, and he subconsciously gripped the handle of his sword tightly. "I'm afraid not. Sounds like a bit of a dangerous hobby, to me, though." He couldn't say what it was, but something about this man made him tense, kept him alert. Part of him liked it.
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Post by Rifel on Feb 2, 2009 1:41:05 GMT -6
Rifel noticed the man's hand slide to the hilt of a weapon as he answered the question issued to him. He was preparing for a fight? There wasn't time for this. The more time he spent dancing around with this man, the more time Vurkiel had to get away. Rifel stepped closer, realizing that this angel may very well have been a subordinate of Vurkiel's. With such odd looking wings, it was almost certain. This man knew more than he was letting on.
"So," he began, placing his hands on the Tear's halves, "Are you going to tell me the truth, or do I have to beat it out of you?"
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Post by Taelyrn on Feb 2, 2009 1:55:59 GMT -6
Taelyrn's grip on his sword tightened at the threat. First, this man had stated that he planned to kill an angel. Now, he was making threats? He narrowed his eyebrows, stepping away from the stone he'd been leaning on. "The truth? I've told you all the truth I plan to. As for beating it out of me? Go ahead and try. It won't be easy, I assure you."
Knowing the distance between the two wasn't enough to gain some sort of advantage in a fight, Taelyrn quickly formed a ball of light in his hand, flinging it at the man's face, and running into the open space of the field as he did. The ball wasn't focused enough to be solid, but it would leave the man momentarily blinded, if he didn't cover or close his eyes. In any case, it would give him the time he needed to put some distance between himself and the would-be angel killer.
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