Uh... Why...?
{-=[Boulevards]=-} (Accepting Apps!)
Jue, 07/11/2013 - 22:58
#6302
Jue, 07/11/2013 - 23:23
#6303
Well...
I had to clear out my random ranting from the actual writing. Continue as normal.
Vie, 07/12/2013 - 00:31
#6304
Somehow... I forgot. :P
Vie, 07/12/2013 - 13:29
#6305
App?
Name: Axis
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Personality: Seems cold, callous and distant, bordering on ruthless, right at this time, very bored. But he still has a soft spot somewhere, good luck finding it.
Appearance: Black/brown hair, dark red eyes, scar on his right eye going down to his chin. Tall, six feet, one inch. Somewhat tan, above average build. Looks to be around 25~27.
Wears: Snarbolax coat, with chaos cloak. Will usually wear shades. Venom Veiler, Callahan, Dread venom striker.
Bio: Estranged cousin of both Xindao and Gwen, Axis was cast out for his hand in a few malevolent plots. Since then, he's been living around Cradle causing trouble wherever he goes. A prominent figure in the Cradle underworld, Axis is much more of a white collar worker, but he'll resort to carrying out his own work if necessary. Not preferring physical violence, he tends to mess with targets on a psychological level, something he does on a regular basis to Gwen and Xindao. He prominently dislikes both of them since they both were involved with stopping his plots before his exile, and also having a hand in it. The thing is, Axis does it much more out of boredom then hatred. After decades of being an exile, he's become fairly bored with villainy and he mainly does things out of boredom now more then being cruel.
Vie, 07/12/2013 - 01:01
#6306
Suddenly, I see Uni flirting with ^^.
/e WHY DO MY APPS GROW SO FAST?!?! T^T
Sáb, 07/13/2013 - 23:13
#6307
More apps?
Title says it all...
Dom, 07/14/2013 - 03:52
#6308
Slip through the confusion; Find a solution.
Need more? Then, I will supply you with one of my powerhouses :3
Name : Zero
Race : Isoran
Gender : Male
Age : 22
Personality : Tends to despise and be angry towards those who work for the Order
Appearance : Black hair, Red eyes, muscular and agile build
Tends to wear [usual outfit(s), what kind of armor and weaponry, and any objects like glasses, hearing aids, etc.] :
Civilian
Gray cotton jacket with any T-shirt inside, New blue pair of headphones, Crucifix hanging down his neck, jeans, boots or shoes
Armor and Weaponry
Metal Sonic Set, Dark Retribution, Swiftstrike Buckler, Parrying Blade(Side Arm)
Bio : A cold-blooded individual with a lust for revenge... or "justice" as he calls it. An intelligent fellow, in fact. When he was a small child, his parents were killed in a fire. He knows someone set fire on their house and he will do anything to get vengeance. After Uni accidentally broke his old pair of headphones, he wouldn't talk to her anymore. The last words he'd said to her: Come close to me and I'll kill you.
YUSH.
Dom, 07/14/2013 - 09:43
#6309
MeeM
Just for a pair of headphones? What a handful, I must say.
Lun, 07/15/2013 - 10:57
#6310
Hm...writing hiatus must be broken...
"Off of her, now," Vin demanded.
His bayonet was about a fair three millimeters into the scalp of a young man with black hair. Crimson was beginning to drip down slowly onto the side of his face. As a trickle went down by his eye, one could note that his irises were red.
A drop splattered down onto the wooden floor, slightly staining Uni's face with hemoglobin.
Eventually, a larger pool of blood mixed in with the small drop, which appeared to be coming from her throat. The cause of Uni's bleeding was a Parrying Blade, its tip already two inches into the wood, the edge of it slitting the skin by a mere centimeter.
"How about...a no?" the young man replied, and a holographic mesh wrapped around his body. As this was happening, Vin immediately pulled out the Parrying Blade from the ground, away from all three of them, and tossed it into the kitchen. And then he felt something snap in his body.
The baker fell the the floor, and a buckling in his chest indicated that a couple of ribs were already broken. As a shadow flitted over him, he instinctively fired off a couple of rounds, and the sound of bullet chinking against armor rang out in the bakery. Vin turned, and found the young man, now in a Metal Sonic set, rubbing blood off of his red lenses.
Only a vent was shot off, probably grazing his scalp.
Vin stood up, and fired off several more rounds straight at the young man's center mass. However, a Swiftstrike Buckler, which increased the reaction speed and movement speed of the body, allowed the intruder to block and dodge out of the way. The click of the Valiance warned Vin that his gun was empty, and the baker dropped it. In place of his weapon, he opened up his right hand, which also covered him in a holographic mesh. Within a mere second, the whole bakery blackened into darkness, and the only light emitted were the lamp-posts a block away.
Otherwise, it was all pitch-black.
A pair of cobalt-blue eyes flickered on, indicating that Vin's Grey Feather Cowl was up and running. A sickening crack sound was heard, and Vin's ribs were forced back into place by the Snarbolax coat. Although it would take a hospital to fix it, he could at least function normally now in combat.
A click went through Vin's ears, and he could see dozens of shadowy orbs being flung at him. Again, he opened his right hand, and a Cold Iron Vanquisher placed itself between the assaulting orbs and the baker. As he was deflecting the orbs, he unwrapped the chains of his sword, causing a great gale to push back chairs, tables, even Uni, away from him. The wind died down, and the baker took a great horizontal swing, effectively blasting all of the front wall into the cobblestone boulevards. More light poured in, allowing everyone to see a bit better.
But Vin had this uneasy feeling that something was behind him. It probably skirted under the furniture when there wasn't much light...
As he was about to twist around to meet the attacker, he was struck squarely in the face, and he could feel his jaw being dislocated from the sheer speed and force of the punch. As he landed, the suit corrected his body, and it shoved his jaw back into its proper place.
Who the heck was this guy? Vin hadn't remembered anyone with this much strength before. Not even Vanaduke, with his mace, could snap his bones as easily as this attacker.
But, as he remembered, the attacker was initially aiming for Uni. In fact, those red eyes and black hair weren't much different than a criminal he had caught some time ago...
It was Zero.
Last time the two fought, it was a stalemate. Considering that Vin hadn't been in combat for years, and Zero would be at the prime of his finesse, it would all make sense. Vin couldn't protect Uni for long, unless he had some trick up his sleeve...one that he hadn't shown Zero...
Mar, 07/16/2013 - 08:11
#6311
Appy!
Name: Fang
Gender: Male
Species: Knight/Valkryie
Age: 23
Bio: Was abandoned by unknown parents when he was 6. He eventully came to sense to find food and shelter. He hid in the forests, occasinally stealing food from random people but prefering to nick things of the shelves of the auction house. He was caught and then brought to the labs and experiemented on. They grafted valkryie DNA into his own DNA and has come out as a quite succesful hybrid. His wings are large, their wingspan being 9 feet streched out fully. He managed to escape from the labs using his new found wings bur later on experienced a side effect of a a large random spazm occuring every year. Most people have no clue about his wings and only the trusted know. He dosen't bring out his wings to fly often and uses them in emergencies. Fang is extremely prone to hospitals, labs, ect. He joined spiral HQ and leveled quite high. He started gaining respect from other knights. He dosen't steal from anyone anymore but can use the skills if needed to. Fang can be very sensitive to the subject of family and it tends to cut right through to him. He is also very good at combat. He doesn't know any thing about his family and could be easily family to any one. (I'll leave that to you). He usally spends most of his time in trees with snipes. Fang is able to control great gusts with his wings and though the experimenting in the lab, is also able to shoot winds out of his hands.
Personality: He has quite a solitary personality. He rarely says more than 5 sentances in a row and he talks softly. However if angry or sad, his face dosen't usally show his emotions unless he is greatly pained or hurt. He rarely cries or smiles. Although seemingly quite hollow, he can be very caring if he has trusted them and has made a strong bond. The people he trusts are a great deal to him and he will do alot for them
Apperance: Short black hair. dark, dark, dark brown eyes. Around 6 foot. Handsome face. Medium build. Personally colour, blackish blue.
Loadout: Vog cub cap and coat, Fang of Vog, Polaris, Heater shield.
Mar, 07/16/2013 - 13:03
#6312
You need apps, right?
Name: Isaac.
Gender: Male.
Race: Isoran.
Age: 23
Personality: Always an optimist, Isaac always seems to be happy and energetic, he loves music and always is wearing his noise canceling headphones.Isaac is always hitting on women, throwing any pick up line he has at them. Fun fact: He loves jel drop pies.
Apperance: The only outfit he wears is heavenly iron plate with his unnamed blade strapped to his back and a chaos cowl, he has dark brown hair and a scruffy beard.
Bio: Born and raised on Cradle, he was average until his teenage years, in which he joined a gang. After two years of drug dealing and killing, he left Haven and moved to Moorcroft. He made money by delving into the clockworks and finding materials and minerals.
On one expedition he found a shrine with burned scrolls laying around a pedestal with a blade laying on it, he took the blade and kept it. He excels in sword fighting, and runs a convenience store and is a usual customer at Vins bakery.
Jue, 07/18/2013 - 06:07
#6313
Jue, 07/18/2013 - 10:39
#6314
Still alive
I check on this fanfic through a bookmark so when I found out that it was in the graveyard I freaked out. Then I discovered the same thread in the Treasure vault. Thank god it's still alive.
Jue, 07/18/2013 - 11:45
#6315
EURGH
My writing is gonna be SOOOOOSLOOOOOWWWWWWW because I have to study for a test that I won't be even doing until I'm a sophomore.
That's a long time.
An.
Unnecessarily.
Long.
Time.
So, expect this to go into cryo / slow-mo because my nose is stuck 10 inches into a 1.5 inch thick book.
Vie, 07/19/2013 - 23:37
#6316
...
Is that an encyclopedia, or just an exaggerated-ly anime-like book?
Sáb, 07/20/2013 - 09:47
#6317
Dom, 07/21/2013 - 21:01
#6318
Well, somehow I see Uni getting flustered and yelling, "BAKA!" in an anime-sort of fashion.
Mié, 07/24/2013 - 01:40
#6319
Darkness...
The artificial sun of Cradle finally lit up the sky of Moorcroft, letting in a soft grey glow onto the stratum below. It would be another calm day, just like any other. The same lethargic mist swept through the province again, and the lamp-posts were still shining dimly.
But the bakery would not be opened for the day.
An endless array of glass shards laid about the cobblestone boulevard, littering the floor with glittering fragments. The occasional piece of metal frame or crumbled brick dotted the sea of glass, like islets on an ocean. Inside, massive gashes in the wooden floor sent splinters and shaving everywhere, and the wallpapers were perforated with bullet holes, stabs, and craters. All the furniture blocked off access to the kitchen, now made useless from utter destruction, and the rows of concessions were all but obliterated.
In the center of the room, a body was on the floor, bits and scraps of blue armor still clinging to the cloth and flesh. On top of it was yet another body, one that had long hair with pink highlights. The former was covered in cuts and stab wounds, while the latter met its expiration by being impaled with a svelte, silvery blade.
These would have to be disposed of, or at least put aside for the time being.
---
Vin delicately slid the Final Flourish out of Uni's back, using her sleeve to wipe off any blood from her or Zero. He then de-materialized it, and picked the girl up over his left shoulder. With his right hand, he opened up his holo-dossier, and opened up an [EDIT] Menu. He selected a preset from a list of prepared plans, and walked upstairs. He then set the body on the bed, and came back downstairs. He then tapped [Load Preset I], and the furniture went back to its original layout, and the shards of glass jumped right back into place. The only thing that didn't change was Zero's body. With an expression of haughty disdain, Vin picked up the young man's body, and carried it into the kitchen in the back. He opened up the incinerator chute, and peered down the metal slide...
It was operating.
At first, the baker hesitated, and bit his lip indecisively. But after some reflection, he thought nothing more of the young man known as Zero, and casually chucked the body inside. Without skipping a beat, he shut the chute's door, and cranked up the settings to [MAX]. The furnace below roared, and the building momentarily rumbled, as if it was beating the drums of a funeral march.
And so was the death of Zero, who had been killed, and was permanently <> from Cradle. The only purpose he could serve now was to be fertilizer for the new Emberlight colonies down below; if he had still been alive, it'd be only a nuisance for the others.
The baker went up the stairs, his pacing back up to its casual cheeriness, and he hopped over to Uni's body. With a playful tap on her head, she woke up with a gasp. Her wound was sewing back up speedily; she wouldn't notice it by the time she was fully aware what was happening.
But Vin would still have go through the trouble of explaining why he had to <> Zero.
In it's simplest form, Vin had stopped caring about what others thought. He saw Zero as unchangeably disruptive to his life, and only permanent death would solve the problem. He didn't want to care about the kid's parents, who were long dead in a house fire some years ago; Zero was following nothing more than an empty dream. He didn't want to care about what Uni thought, she was too clingy.
And he certainly gave zero cares [no pun intended] about whoever else was concerned in this incident. If Vaelyn or Feron had a quarrel with his action, heaven forbid, it would only take a criminal record of the bastard to justify the action. Elizabeth wouldn't even know what happened; she was in the hospital to check up on her hands.
It was the right place and the right time to give the bastard his punishment.
Mié, 07/24/2013 - 02:24
#6320
I accept.
;A;
Ohwhattheheck...
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Mié, 07/24/2013 - 10:34
#6321
/sigh
Apparently when I post, every thread and their moms immediately update, apparently shoving me all the way to the bottom of the page.
Mié, 07/24/2013 - 10:35
#6322
@Vinnydime
We're still reading your story.
Mié, 07/24/2013 - 11:05
#6323
Remorse?
"Where's Zero?" Uni asked, after looking around the building again and again. No sign of him anywhere.
Vin said nothing, but sat on one of the chairs in the dining area. He could hear the increasingly frightened pants of the girl as she went through the building again and again, opening every door, every nook and cranny, no matter how impractical. Finally, she reluctantly looked into the incinerator's chute, and saw smears of blood in it.
She stopped, and stared motionlessly at the fire below.
Her hands were shaking, and this feeling of shock spread throughout her body, and her whole body felt numb. She went to the floor on her knees, and began to let out involuntary sobs from her throat. At this point, Vin walked into the kitchen with her, and closed the chute's door shut.
He stopped to look at her, a girl he should pity now. A girl he pitied for becoming so attached to a boy who didn't have a bright future. A girl just like the one he knew years ago, back on Isora. If Vin had died back there, in place of his family's lives, it wouldn't be improbable to find her just like this.
He left the kitchen, and went back upstairs. But no amount of distance would muffle her cries of remorse. Nothing would.
And Gwen was waiting on the windowsill of the room above, her face void of any emotion.
"I can't care anymore," Vin explained, and sat on his bed.
"You had a choice..."
"A choice that would mean the death for a girl he loved, a choice for him to kill more people for the wrong reasons, a CHOI-"
"A CHOICE WHERE HE COULD STILL PAY FOR ANY MISDEMEANOR! A CHOICE WHERE HE COULD STILL BE FORGIVEN, IF HE HAD THE TIME. YOU DEPRIVED HIM OF THAT OVER WHAT?"
"I DEPRIVED HIM OF THAT OVER A GROUP OF CHILDREN THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BRIGHTEST OF OUR SCHOLARS, WARRIORS, AND LEADERS. KIDS WHOSE PARENTS I SAVED WITH MY OWN HANDS, ONLY TO BE DISFIGURED AND KILLED BY HIM. WESTLEY, TURNED INTO A LIVING VEGETABLE BY ZERO; VEDRISCA, KILLED IN A FIGHT WITH ZERO; MARIANNE, LEGS BROKEN BY ZERO; LOGAN, WHOSE HOUSE AND FAMILY WAS BURNED UP BY ZERO'S MISDIRECTED THOUGHTS; THOSE FOUR WERE JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG OF INNOCENT PEOPLE HE PUT IN HARM'S WAY. UNI WOULD'VE BEEN THE SAME...
...and how did you expect him to repay the damage he's done? There isn't another Cradle. I was just...stupidly lucky to be here. I had another chance, Zero doesn't. People like him and me aren't supposed to get second chances. I lost my chance when I killed her and him, and I was able to pay that back hundreds of times over.
What could he do? He didn't have remorse. At least I had that. He only cared about himself for every year he tried to get back at a person that didn't even exist. You, of all people, know that. I guarantee you, get back to Sanctuary, look in the waters, and see for yourself. Ever since one of those kids were killed by Zero, I looked up the incident. There was no arson; it was a housefire triggered by a malfunction in the air conditioner."
"That doesn't justify anything."
"Killing is never justified, yet people try to explain it in court anyways. Get out."
Gwen glared at him, and spread her wings out. She then opened the window, and kicked off from the windowsill.
"You forgot to close the windows..." he grumbled, and slammed the panes shut.
Mié, 07/24/2013 - 21:19
#6324
MeeM
Well... I... uh... damn.
That was... wow. If Uni doesn't get herself together by the time Elizabeth gets back, Vin's going to have some explaining to do.
Jue, 07/25/2013 - 02:19
#6325
I feel like crying for the death of Zero... /hugs Uni. Let's duet!
;A;
Now I see how the democracy of my country works >.>
+1 to Boulevards!
Jue, 07/25/2013 - 06:58
#6326
oh god
I just can't avoid those dark parts. I like killing off characters XD
Vie, 07/26/2013 - 06:20
#6327
Seriously, I feel like going on a sob duet w/ Uni :|
Lun, 07/29/2013 - 16:47
#6328
Clearing things up...?
Three weeks later.
"Hm, wasn't there that girl that used to visit earlier?" asked Elizabeth. She was blending up chunks of pumpkin in the kitchen.
Behind her, Vin was carving a carrot-cake to look like a pumpkin. Although its soft and airy texture didn't seem like it would look like anything near the melon he was aiming to replicate, a little frosting would fool even Sgt. Barrus, with his lenses on.
But he didn't reply.
Elizabeth emptied the container into a bowl, and poured in the other ingredients. For several more minutes, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of the woman and man working, before Elizabeth finally slammed her hands on the table, causing flour to fly.
"Did you hear my question?" she asked, turning to Vin.
"What? I don't remember..." Vin replied, still working on the cake.
Elizabeth grabbed Vin's hand, and slammed it down on the table.
"I've asked the same question several times every day for the past three weeks. Didn't we used to have a customer here? The girl with pink highlights?"
Vin sighed, and shook his head. "She got busy with work. She can't really come here anymore."
The apprentice rolled her eyes, and took her hand off. She turned around, and continued her work. For those weeks, Vin had been distant from her and her customers. She usually found him sleeping on his table whenever she came in for the morning, with only a pill bottle and a cup of water in front of him. The bottle was always empty, its label torn off. Yet, for some reason, Vin would got through the motions of opening it, emptying nothing, and taking a sip of water before he went to work. His bedroom above was all but neglected; he didn't seem to even go up to sleep anymore.
She didn't like what was happening, but there was nothing to diagnose it. She didn't think he had OCD; he seemed just fine for several weeks right after she was accepted. When she tried to look at his records, he came up [DECEASED] in the files. She had to go and contact Kora, who wouldn't say much about him. Although it slightly creeped her out by how he was acting, she couldn't help but feel the need to right whatever wrong was in him.
And she had a feeling that Uni had something to do with it.
The rest of the day went by, several customers dressed in phantom masks, zombie masks, and so forth. It was a fine time for everybody, but Vin, as always, had remained distant, with his pill bottle and cup of water in hand.
By the time it was closing, most of the pastries made were gobbled up by hungry tykes, elders, and all in between. And as Elizabeth was just about to leave the bakery, allowing Vin to do his nightly ritual...
...she slammed the door shut, and walked up to him. He ignored her, and was just about to open the bottle...
...until she slapped it out of his hands. He gave a glare at her, and reached for it as it was rolling...
...and Elizabeth grabbed the bottle, took it away, and went into the kitchen. Vin could hear the incinerator being fired up, and he heard the clink of plastic against metal.
Elizabeth returned, and took a seat across from Vin. She gently placed both of her hands on the table, and breathed in.
"Can you tell me what happened three weeks ago?"
Vin shook his head.
"Tell me."
He raised his head up, and stared right into her eyes, as if daring her to speak again. They had an eerie feeling behind them.
"What happened?" she asked once again, undaunted.
The baker stood up, scooted in the chair, and was about to walk away, when she stood up too, and grabbed him by the shoulder. Without warning, he grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her in closer. With his other arm, he elbowed her in the stomach, and proceeded to flip her over. She hit the floor with a thud, and the wind was knocked out of her.
What the heck was with Vin?
Lun, 07/29/2013 - 18:33
#6329
MeeM
Vin's very out of sorts, damn. He needs to see a therapist, ASAP. Or at least have someone talk to him.
Also, ever since playing Bioshock Infinite, I always see Elizabeth in my head when I see that name, haha.
Mar, 07/30/2013 - 02:40
#6330
What Aekuryi said.
Jue, 08/01/2013 - 09:55
#6331
Madman.
In times when she was an assassin, Elizabeth had trained to defend herself if the situation called for it.
But never in her 47 hits did she ever have a need for it. Years later, after a long period of negligence, she was forced to use her skills...
...but they were all but forgotten. She tried to roll out of the way as he stomped down, but had her hair caught by his shoe. Clumsily, she groped for Vin's ankle, and received a kicked to the spine for her efforts. A cry of pain jumped out of her throat as her nerves shot up signals into her brain, and her adrenaline finally kicked in.
As he was about to kick her again, she quickly rolled away from him, and managed to get herself off the floor. However, as her body was still orienting itself into combat, Vin had already closed in the distance, and he yanked her head forward, so that his joint was wrapping around her neck. He squeezed and pulled upwards, effectively executing a standing guillotine choke. Carbon dioxide pushed against her lungs as she wheezed for the oxygen that would never come.
And that would be the end of Elizabeth.
At least, it should've been.
A crack rang out from behind Vin, and gore splattered all over the both of them messily. The baker fell on top of the woman, bleeding out and gurgling, when another shot rang out. This one landed right next to Elizabeth's face, converting the wooden floor into thousands of splinters.
She pushed Vin off of her, and rolled to her left, narrowly avoiding another shot. But she could see who was the offender:
It was a woman with glowing amethyst eyes, and practically golden hair flowing down. From the look of the two hilts at both sides of her hips, and that signature frown she had, it had to be Vaelyn.
And she was not on friendly terms with either of them. The Callahan in her hand proved that.
Vie, 08/02/2013 - 01:46
#6332
W-what...?
Vie, 08/02/2013 - 14:20
#6333
What did you do?!
Well that escalated quickly.
Sáb, 08/03/2013 - 11:48
#6334
Vexed.
Without even pausing, she fired another bullet into Vin, splattering more blood and flesh all over the wood. His body stuck to the floor, thanks to the stake, which allowed Vaelyn to walk up to the baker, and reload. Elizabeth flinched at the loud bangs the Callahan made, but she struggled to process the events unfolding in front of her eyes.
Vin was dying, if not dead. But she could scarcely get this idea in her head without losing comphrehension, and so she only stared in shock.
Once done loading, Vaelyn unloaded the clip into Vini's spine, paralyzing the baker from the neck down. With an almost business-like manner, she lugged the man over her shoulder, and opened the incinerator. A wave of heat flew onto her face, causing her to step back a few inches, before she slid the baker down the chute...
...when a blue lightning rocked the whole building. Vaelyn slammed into the floor, as if her head was being shoved into the tiles, while Elizabeth was knocked into a wall.
And then it became dark and cold. Elizabeth could feel something...disturbing. A chill reverberated up and down her spine again and again, and every single hair on her body rose up in unison. Her stomach wasn't doing too well; butterflies were dancing all around her gut.
Slowly, she moved to a crouch position, and crept into the kitchen. By peeking through the doorway, she could see Vaelyn still on the floor, and that the incinerator's door had been blown clean off. A pair of glowing, blue eyes quietly observed the lieutenant before darkening, and Elizabeth could hear Vaelyn's body being dragged off somewhere. Seconds later, a sort of cry rang throughout the kitchen, before metal clashed again metal. A gunshot, from the Callahan, echoed from the alley in the back, and metal clashed against metal again.
Elizabeth crept towards the door in the back, and peeked out. From what little light she could see, two people in armor were in a struggle against one another, steel against steel in a battle of close quarters. The Callahan had lain uselessly on the floor, its user, a Knight clad in Azure Guardian, currently armed with the dual Final Flourishes. Even in the dark, two silver lights let out a glowing trail, albeit ephemeral ones. The other, Vin, was clad in some sort of equipment she hadn't before. Thorns protruded along his back, while the left arm was guarded by a sort of shield, or so she thought. She felt that the orbs on it were like eyes of some sort of beast, and that they weren't dead eyes. In Vin's right hand, a blade was whipping and snapping like a wolf in his hand. An ominous red light gave off its own trail, much less ephemeral than the Final Flourishes.
Occasionally,the sounds of flesh tearing would reach her ears, but it didn't seem like either would let up their assault. She wouldn't know what would happen when the stalemate would be broken; whether it was her general distrust of Vaelyn, or the dangerous nature of Vin, she didn't know.
It wouldn't take much to deduce that her fate wouldn't be too bright with either of them.
Sáb, 08/03/2013 - 14:31
#6335
Well then
This is quite the battle, and Elizabeth has been caught in the fray...
Vin : 65+ years [Black hair, short; five feet, seven inches; lightly tanned skin-tone; cobalt-blue eyes; lean, wiry, well-defined; looks more like 18 years old] The Baker of Moorcroft's boulevards. He's well-known by students and neighbors for his fine pastries. A retired agent of the Order of a now-defunct title.
Gwen : 562 + years [Silver-grey hair, ponytail / loose bun; five feet, five inches; pale skin-tone; ice-blue eyes; svelte, graceful, delicate, definitely of contradicting strength, looks around 19-20 years old] The Core Incarnate. Good friend of Vin, and a vigilante do-gooder.
Nai : 16 years [Silver-rainbow hair, five feet, four inches; pale skin-tone; no definite eye color; lean, but hard to tell gender; androgynous appearance about 15 years old] An apprentice to a fighting master. Regularly comes to Vin's bakery to eat any dubious experiments the baker made up.
Sitek : 46 years [Pepper-gray hair, army-cut; five feet, eleven inches; tanned skin-tone; crimson-amber eyes; wiry, lean, weathered; looks like in his early 50's, but with a lot more muscle mass] {Cameo} An aged veteran with a death-wish. He recruited Vin's help.
Xindao : ??? [Dark-gray hair, short; five feet, eight inches; pale-gray skin-tone; amber / gray heterochromia; average build, youthful; looks about 22 years old] Gwen's eldest brother. Has his suspicions on just about everyone Gwen meets, and constantly worries over his younger sister.
Travid : 21 years [Black hair, layered; five feet, six inches; fair skin-tone; brown eyes; bony body; has a sort of pretty-boy face that attracts schoolgirls.] Honorably discharged Champion of the Order. Lives on selling materials from the Clockworks.
Elizabeth : 27 years [brunette, ponytail; five feet, five inches; fair skin-tone; blue-grey eyes; average build, slightly skinnier; 47 tally marks on left arm] Former hit-man. Vin's apprentice.
Uni : 20 years [Black hair, layered w/ pink highlights; five feet, four inches; fair skin-tone; cobalt-blue eyes; average build, slightly skinner; no additional comments] White-hat hacker for the Order. Defender Elite. A former witness in one of Vin's investigations. Now visits the bakery at least thrice a week.