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| Thursday, February 9th, 2006 | |
| 1:02 am [trithalos_rider] |
QUESTIONS. ANSWERED. statuse COMPLETE Trithalos had been fast asleep for 4 streight days no waking up save to eat a few bread loafs and to drink water.he had dreams of flying into battle against those that betrayed the Riders the traitors of Alegeasia. He stirred in bed on the forth day sleeping on a comfortable bed and a large pillow his hair was ruffled and his breathing was normal his snores where loud. he turned in bed toward the door his eyes flickerd open when he heard the clicking of the lock and a twist of the nob, his eyes moved to the side of his bed where his war axe and sword where. his energy was fully restored and this day he would be well rested. ************* Dina flew through the air of ellimera her wings where braod and her scales sparkled in the sunlight she would fly low and then slowly rise in the air just to do it agiain the feeling of picking up speed from the ground gave her a thrill that made her so happy,Dina was content knowing that her rider was in the care of the prince and the young elf neela he would be in good hands, as she flew she thought of the half elf that healed her and how she was looked upon among her own people. as she flew all around the elvish city he wings creating a shadow wherever she flew the populace looked up in awe as if enjoying her flight with her. she would circle he building that Housed his rider making 3 rounds around it then flying in the air again. |
| Friday, February 20th, 2009 | |
| 3:36 pm [pick_your_card] |
An X-men new-comer... "N' dat, mon cher adolescents, is 'ow a man shood speek to a lady." Gambit spoke to the class, concluding his lesson and winking as he flipped the deck of cards in his hand with his thumb. He was sitting on top of the teacher's desk, with his legs crossed, overlooking the students that seemed giddy with the topic being addressed. Some of the young women leaning forward on their hands and staring dreamily at the Cajun man. He was substituting the person who was supposed to be giving today's lesson but had otherwise found herself preoccupied. Storm was called out on a private, undisclosed mission with Professor Xavier, and Jean Grey. The guys; meaning Beast, Logan, Scott and Remy were left to take care of the students for today's lesson and Wolverine seemed none to happy about it. Gambit looked up at the clock in the back of the classroom, raising his eyebrow. He noticed it was a good fifteen minutes earlier than the lesson should have ended but he had nothing more to say. "Well enfants, class is ov'r. Don' le' the door 'it you on the way ou', Oui?" he smirked as the youngersters jumped out of their seats and anxiously headed toward their out-door recess time. A few of the girls hesitated, purposely dropping items to stay behind and be in the classroom for a few more minutes with their substitute teacher. "Thank you Professor Lebau..." "Thanks Gambit." "We always enjoy class with you, Mr.Lebau." were some of the comments given to the man as he slid off the desk. He nodded at the girls and gestured for them to keep going toward the door. He looked over the threshold and Cyclops stood there with his arms folded over his chest. "He's no more of a professor than you are." Scott spoke to the young woman who'd called Gambit 'Professor Lebau.' Gambit chuckled, walking over to the door with his thick boots pounding on the ground and his long brown trench coat swaying. He leaned on the threshold and smirked. "Don' be gell-iz, Scott. You 'have Geen, she is a very beautiful woman." he said, looking over Cyclops' should and noticing Logan traveling toward them. "Don' look now, the 'airy-man aproaches." |
| Tuesday, February 17th, 2009 | |
| 10:00 pm [kooky_alchemist] |
Enter Professor Sebastian Cullem... The professor sat in the same bar he always went to when he needed something to calm his nerves. It was a convenient location, quiet enough for him to mull over his work and crowded enough to remain inconspicuous to those who might wish to do him harm. It wasn't that Professor Cullem had many enemies, it was more like his work was very controvesial. His work had the potential to make him a great deal of enemies or a great deal of friends. It was why he made it a point never to become close with those who wished to buy his products. He didn't know what his clients did with his designs and he didn't want to know. He needed to make a living, just like everybody else and being a chemistry professor at Richmond University hardly covered his London rent, bills and other expenses. It was his work, creating supernatural weaponry, that provided him with the income to be able to afford his pricey lifestyle. He was the one who invented both the ultraviolent bullets used to slay vampires and the liquid silver bullets used against lycans. Being an alchemist and a magician, he had no real alligiance to either side. He didn't believe in war or confrontation but he needed it. For if the fighting discontinued, he'd be out on the street. Presently, the professor was murmuring to himself at the bar with his hand wrapped around a glass of brandy. There were three icecubes in his brandy, just like he had asked for. It was the perfect amount of dilution with the alcohol, assuming the rate at which the ice-cubes melted was consistent. The temperature in the bar was usually a comfortable sixty-five degrees but of course in the summer and winter it fluctuated. These were the things he took careful note of. Some called the professor obsessive compulsive and on the border of being completely insane but others still regarded him as a scientific genius. Judging by the content of his work, the later was certainly true. If he had ever got around to writing his disertation, he could use any of his inventions as the subject matter. Then again, the real world, which seemed so dedicated to denying the fact that werewolves and vampires even existed, might have called him a quack and locked him up. In his minds workings, the professor was going over his latest conquest, inventing a liquid silver bullet that could be loaded into a regular revolver, without the use of a heating unit to maintain it's viscous state- like the contemporary fire arms. The problem was, that mixing the liquid silver bullet with other metals that existed in liquid form in nature was weakening the stregnth of the bullet. A silver-magnesium alloy seemed to be working best but when tested on the samples of werewolf blood he held in his laboratory, the bullets acted in less than half the stregnth of a pure silver fluid. After he accidently knocked over a pair of glass beakers whose contents began eating through the floor of his laboratory, the professor decided he needed a break. Even though his "breaks" were never really breaks, as he spent them thinking and re-thinking he recent research, he often took relaxing breathers down at the bar, smoking a cigarette on the patio or taking a warm bath. Suddenly, the man reached into his jean's pocket, took out a sharpie marker and began scribbling on a napkin several attempts at balancing a chemsitry equation. He was so intent on his work that he jumped when someone took a seat next to him and looked up with wide eyes appearing as if he were a deer caught in the headlights of a car. He looked quit sheveled with his light brown hair frazzled around his thick black glasses and his old-man sweater (which had several holes in it) slipping off one of his shoulders. |
| Saturday, February 14th, 2009 | |
| 5:22 am [jason_calderon] |
LONG DAYS,LATE NIGHTS WHO open to all. Jason, Victor,Desdemona, Raphael And LIZ WHAT more meetings where a small city in England Jason was in a night club wearing a black shirt with his brown worn he had dark sunglasseson in the middle of the night club. He caught the scents of several different races the smell of half angel and the sulfur smell of the half Demons the smell of other werewolfs and his favorite the smell of fancy cologne of the Vampires those people even had the smell of rich. Then he caught the smell of a few more spell casters but that was no surprise he was in England and if his knowledge served him well the is one of the major magical capitals of the world. He took shot thinking of Desdomana she was a vampire who already had someone and that someone wasn’t him. he stood there trying his best to forget her to move on but he couldn’t he remembered everything from the sound of her voice to the length of her hair. He drifted off in his thought of her “hit me again edd” he said still drinking he sometime caught her scent from time to time as he wondered the country even thought he saw her fallowing him but whenever he turned it disappeared. He had falling in love with a vampire and there was nothing he could do. While in the pub he caught the scent of several hostile beings in the area wondering what was going to happen this was after all where one of his bounties usually hanged out. |
| Monday, February 9th, 2009 | |
| 8:48 pm [neela_silthrim] |
Neela had delivered the message to the Queen. She was given a very important job as the others prepared the feast for Dina's arrival. It was up to Neela to look after Trithalos while Dina was gone. A rider is always vulnerable when he or she is seperated from their dragon. She sat in the threshold of his lair in the tree tops, over-looking the beauty of Ellesmera in the setting sun. She listened to the man's snores, thinking again of her brother and feeling her eyes fill with tears. It always made her feel better to play her flute, so she took it out of her pocket and began to blow softly, the same sad tune. Suddenly a white bird flittered down at her side. No ordinary white bird but a raven with no color- no color at all. Neela instantly recognized the enchanted creature as Blagden. "A lonely perch you sit and play, it will not be just you one day, One is lost but now one more be careful what you wish for." It spoke before flying away. Neela watched it with wide eyes, distracted by it's eerie message. |
| Thursday, February 5th, 2009 | |
| 2:18 am [jason_calderon] |
First time Encounters whoJason and Desdemona and anyone else they want to introduce what Lycan Merc might have a run in with someone where England near the city of york Jason Calderon had been driving on the road for hours. He could never get used to driving in Europe it always felt weird. But he had to leave L.A. for a while and take up some more work on the other side of the world. He also had trouble getting through the language barrier and the accents but he often managed he had just got his first job from a coven that had been known for killing lycans on site and somehow came in contact with him via video session apparently they would not meet with him face to face in person but face to face on screen was not a problem for those bloodsuckers. They gave him a target it was an associate of someone named Desdemona apparently her and members of her group have taken a none hostile approach to lycans. “yea vamps and lycans holding hands yea that will be the day” chuckled Jason he always had a prejudice against the vampires for living there lavish lifestyle of sex and power. As Jason rode through the highway looking for the place this Desdemona might reside in he didn’t know that same coven sent a few witches and other vamps as insurance. His current employers heard of his conscience and weren’t sure if he would go through with killing them they left out how they where a none hostile group unless threaten but only told Jason they where a rebel coven and threaten there’s. He pulled over and park his car into a spot in the woods and began to load his berretta and Socom with uv rounds and proceeded to get out of the car wearing a dark leather jacket and having a large knife of pure silver in his back ready to be used on a vamp at any moment. |
| 2:36 am [trithalos_rider] |
Dragon rider in danger who Trithalos, neela ,Aeil and anyone else. what Lost in the desert and separated from his dragon after an ambush where roaming the desert Trithalos was full of excitement flying through Alagaësia, the sky darkened and the wind began to blow harder then usual “uh oh Dina looks like a storm is brewing” he said to her as he flew don’t worry we can fly right threw it and be clear of that storm and the desert in a few days time enough to time to get meet your master she said with a gentile tone more like a mothers soft gentile tone. The rain began to fall and the thunder rumbled Trithalos was oblivious to the danger that lurked just behind him. ( Cut for Lenth! ) |