DeathKnight

[color=crimson]OOC: Aren't we in Fenwyr? o.o --- Resting his staff idlely on his shoulders, Ensis began to slowly walk home. Elda's sudden fainting left him worried, but he felt that it was just an overt amount of emotional and physical exhaustion. The night was in full swing, the sun soundly asleep as most everyone was. Ensis felt like the only soul wandering the streets, except for the town guard. But he knew he was not alone- many spirits were wandering the town, agitated beyond the norm. His eyes abnormal glow seemed to increase as he glanced around, watching the happier spirits dance in the sky, others just sitting and thinking, some doing mischeif in the town. "But they all are nervous about something. Heh. I should prolly be nervous about things, too.." He approached his house and glanced quietly back in the direction he had come. Ensis knew that what he had felt that afternoon was something drastic- something that would make him leave this town. "Something has happened, something that the world beyond mortals already knows. I guess one is never meant to settle for long when you are a Venefiscus'." He stepped inside his house and immediately heard Kaze yell for him. Ensis sighed and tosses his staff to the side, not bothering to watch it land perfectly like he knew it would. He rushed into the room, and thus began a discussion with Kaze... ---- "Flying ship..." Ensis glanced back to confirm that Kaze had drifted into a sleep. His face took a very, very serious shape and he walked back into his kitchen. He removed a small rug from the floor, revealing a small door. Opening it, he walked down a set of stairs into his hidden basement- a small sitting room that he used for special guests and a good place to think- off to himself, with no distractions. He took a seat and closed his eyes. The fatigue he had been avoiding all day instantly seized his bones and mind- almost shocking him with its fericeness. Not wanting to leave his special place open for all to see, he wearily got up and went back up the stairs, covering the door again. He walked to his room and laid down on his bed, falling into a sleep that was anything but calm. The spirits had decided to visit the Shaman, and in his dreams they did..[/color]

[color=crimson]OOC: How long would it take the letter to reach places? --- Before leaving, Ken stepped inside to get his staff. He had all the witnesses to the mirror incident gathered there, just to set the record straight. Looking at them with the coldest, meanest glare that he had, he began to speak. "If any of you ever dare to come in here to insult a patient of mine just because of his profession, I guarantee that you will be exiting out of my window instead of the front door. Do I make myself bluntly clear?" Most of them were shocked- clearly, actually. They had never heard of anyone tolerating someone like that- especially with the blood and the mirror and the ughh. Thinking about that, several of them got disgusted again. "Aside from that, if I hear gossip about what occured here tonight remember that I actually DO know where each of you lives and that I am quite good at blunting people with my staff. Now, do we have a final understanding?" They all nodded, getting a nod back from the suddenly hostile healer- a side that was rarely seen at all. Ensis grabbed his staff and began to head for the door, the outside becoming a direly needed sanctum from everything that was now neatly crammed into his house. He took another glance back, most of the people prepareing for another wave of harsh words. But, a large smirk appeared on his face, one that was growing eeriely larger by the second. Stepping back inside, he handed each of them a small vial filled with a green liquid. "Drink this. This should calm your nerves substantally." Each of them looked at the vial and shrugged, sipping it. They all found it to be sweet, very delicious. A sudden haze formed over their minds- all they could recall was what they had done in the early morning. After that it was just.. fuzz. "Thank you all for helping me out today. I really appreciate your participation in the.." Ensis drew a slight blank, before spurting out "Nature Hike." "Nature hike?" One of them asked, puzzled. "Yes, yes. Nature hike. It was exciting! I apologize for how long it took to get back- I guess that you are all very tired." "Why yes.. I feel unreasonablely shaken up, as well." The elderly woman stated, tilting her head a bit. "Yes, yes. You had a scare with that wild animal. Good thing you had me escorting you all. I hope you all participate in.. next years Nature Hike. It is guarnteed to be as good as this one was. Please leave the house as you see it, I bid you all a fond farewell." Ensis stepped outside, walking along in time with his staff. Elda glanced at him and smiled, both of them walking side by side chatting idlely again- it seemed remotely normal, somehow. "Mmm. The prospect of having him in my house tonight is a bit unsettling." "Yes, I can see why." She said, still understandably uncomfortable remembering the bloody scene that had occured. "And aside from that, I need a new mirror. I liked that mirror, too." They chuckled a bit at that, and Ensis thought for a long time, remembering something that had occured well before the more 'exciting' bits of the whole thing. Kaze had asked something as he left, something he had not quite heard as he rushed out to deal with his bleeding, acheing forehead. "What did he say as I was leaving?" "I believe he thought this was Tal'Ebot and was trying to confirm that." "Did anyone correct him?" "No, most everyone was quite shaken still. He probably still thinks this is Tal'Ebot." Ensis stopped momentarily. The soft lights from the buildings around them showed a stern, concerned look fall over his face. Tal'Ebot? That was on a whole different continent. Now this was indeed becoming interesting. "I see. Elda, I want to thank you for coming with me today. Sorry it turned out a bit.. strange."[/color]

[color=crimson]OOC: Heh. ==== "I have one real question. Do you mind an assistant chef? I can cook alot of different **** too, and you never know- if we are good, you might need the extra hand. Please, Cooking Mastah- Let me be your loyal student and helper." Ken made a mock bow and grinned. He was serious- on all aspects. He could cook, he wanted to learn how to cook more and would enjoy cooking more than anything else. "Mmm. I guess so." D'Anne said. "Is that cool with the rest of you guys?"[/color]

[color=crimson]"The architecture here is wonderful," Ken said to himself, wandering the house and exploreing it. Traceing his hand along the wall, he practically stumbled into the kitchen by accident. Tony glanced up from some drinks, a nearby abandoned sandwhich looking sad and lonely. "Hey Tony, is that sandwhich yours?" "No. Tori made it and then ran off because I think you-know-who has arrived." "Ahh.. do you think that she.. would want that sandwhich? I am sort of hungry." He grinned a bit as he said it. "Heh. Well she didn't take it with her, did she?" "You are correct, sir. If she asks, tell her a great knight stole the sandwhich away." He winked and took the sandwhich, leaving the kitchen quickly- just in case, you don't want to be caught stealing a sandwhich, you know. He went back to exploreing the house, examineing it- quite interested in it.[/color]

[color=crimson]OOC: Romantic moments being destroyed = X.x The last part of your post is a bit vague, but I will try to make this one make sense and flow with yours, Wondershot. =) ---- Ensis himself was somewhat confused, from an intellectual standpoint. He had heard a noise moments before this stranger crawled out of the sea, a noise that made his skin crawl. Elda had, apparently, heard nothing- further discussion as he carried the young man into town had confirmed this. As a Shaman he tapped into the spirits voices continueally. Divination was second nature to him, but that noise was no spirit. He had to speak with this young boy whenever he woke. "Man, Elda and I were really getting to know each other too." Ensis sighed, before leaping off the Galgaroth Oak. The young man had been in pain throughout his 'sleep', so Ensis ran off to get some leaves from this tree to calm him down a bit. Ironically, if he had not taken this day off, he would have probably been gathering the same herb- it had many good uses in mixtures, but just by itself was a great relaxer/pain killer. Nonetheless, he had to hurry. So, with skill and agility, he began a sprint back twards his house, the mysterious patient resting in his guest room- amongst the several concerned people that were around there. --- On his way, a large spiritual and natural force slammed through his soul. He gasped and stumbled- bad move when sprinting at a high speed. Flying forewards, he slammed into the ground and skidded a small ways, over rocks and rough terrain. He layed there for a few moments, before finally gathering the mental strength to stand up. His head had a dull reverberation of pain in it- reaching up, he felt a small amount of blood streaming slowly down his forehead. Sighing heavily, he closed his eyes to set his train of thought back on track. "Damn it, what was [i]that[/i]? I have no time. With something that distressful I am sure someone will have some random news for me later." Opening his eyes, he gathered the various herbs that were strone about the area and started up again, approaching his home.. ---- One there, Ensis slid inside and immediately went into the guest room, a few sporadic people around him. Setting the herbs on a table, Ensis walked over to the boy. He leaned down, looking over the man's bandaged head quietly- examineing it. None of the wounds were still bleeding howeve- *pow* Pain rushed over his already damaged forehead, causeing him to curse loudly and frequently. Rubbing it, he glanced to the people around him, becoming increasingly annoyed at all the chaos around him at once. "The boy is fine! I told you." "[i]I guess he still might need these herbs. I best prepare them.[/i]" He glanced breifly at the young couple who had witnessed the strangers emergance from the lake- they looked scared, horrified even at his reawakening. Highly irritated at all of the people that were randomly visiting this strange arrival, and their lack of respect, he rushed out as quickly as possible- before a few more people got wounded, and not by accident.[/color]

[color=crimson]My schooldistrict [and others I think] do this thing called the Cultural Arts awards. They would give you a theme and you would have to create something around that theme in whatever area of arts you chose. Over the course of 4 years I think I sent in 3 Visual Arts entries that I painted myself and one written assignment. I got first place in the Visual Arts Primary twice, and a third place slot. For the written assignment, I believe I got 5th place. This was all out of several hundred students who had sent in things, so I was pretty proud- I was just a kid, heh.[/color]

[color=crimson]"Maybe no one is here yet.." She said, glanceing to a nearby window. Ken rang the doorbell a few more times, eyebrow raised as they waited. This was going to be a great time, especially for him- he was still pretty young, so maybe he would learn something. "[i]Prolly not.[/i]" He thought, a slight grin appearing on his face. A few moments more passed, and Ken finally knocked on the door- loudly. There was a slight pause, before he stepped back to look over the whole front of the mansion- it surely was the most massive thing he had ever seen, and quite beautiful looking from an architectual point of veiw. He shrugged and leaned foreward, grabbing the handle. He turned it- but it was locked as tightly as it could be. "Maybe we are too early?" "We can't be [b]that[/b] early. I mean, you took a detour deep into Texas and-.." The door handle jiggled slightly as someone unlocked it from the other side. It swung open slowly, steadily to reveal a lush entryway and.. D'Ann. "Boy, this entryway was nearly perfect, too." Ken mused. "You interupted my unpacking. This place is huge.." She said, opening the door further. Ken and Tori began the long process of dragging their luggage in- the former having to help the latter with her large amounts of baggage.[/color]

[color=crimson]And thusly, like the great Phoenix, this recurring topic has finally been reborn again. [b]First Name[/b]: Kenneth [b]Age[/b]: Fifteen. [b]Hair Color[/b]: Dark brown/black. [b]Eye Color[/b]: Brown. [b]Height[/b]: 6'3ish. [b]Wardrobe[/b]: Generic, "as long as it is clean" ****. Though, I seem to have an absurd amount of orange shirts. [b]Personality[/b]: I have one. [b]Hair Style[/b]: However it is when I wake up. [b]Favorite Music Type[/b]: Metal. [b]Favorite musical Band/Artist[/b]: Pig Destroyer. [b]Hobbies[/b]: Playing games, writing, studying, chatting.[/color]

[color=crimson]"Alright.." Ensis said, his eyebrow arched upwards a tad. He didn't want to start up a conversation, she seemed to be within too many of her thoughts- and the privacy of one's inner sanctum was too precious to give up. "[i]Maybe she will cheer up.. I hope so, that sad, distant look should never be on anyone's face.[/i]" They finally left the market area and approached one of the city gates. It was called "Market's Gate" for the obvious proximity to the bazaar- and it wasn't much less busy. Guards watched every person that came in carefully- trying to read their character. Carts rolled back and forth, to and fro constantly. Slideing out of the gate quietly, they made their way across several hills and across a river. As they came over the next hilltop, there laid a splendid, beautiful lake- glittering like heaven in the sunlight. Elda stepped foreward as Ensis tuned into the nature around him, listening to what it is saying. It was pure here, perfectly pure. "It is telling me it's history- this place has been practically untouched, hmm. I have to admit, I have never been able to visit here- too many things piling ontop of too many other things.." He said quietly.[/color]

[color=crimson]I have Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatitis, but thankfully that stopped being something that could kill me a few months ago. My liver is almost back to being fully normal, so everything should be a-ok. Aside from that, I am a pre-diabetic. I believe the worst thing that could occur from that is a coma- and that would occur only if I stupidly consume more sugar than anyone ever should.[/color]

[color=crimson]My parents ears would start spurting out blood if they knew what I saw and said online. I have never had the pleasure of knowing the torment from being watched by a software program. The only thing that comes remotely close to that a couple of years back my parents would continuelly unplug the cable wire that ran to my computer- killing my connection, leaving theirs up. This was due to me "staying up late from the internet", or so they said. It turns out that, woo hoo hoo hold onto your pants- you can do OTHER things into the late eve. Eventually they gave up on doing that.[/color]

[color=crimson]"Well, I am originally from Shaar. Son of a man named Kenneth, famous in the northern regions of this continent. I arrived hear after a year of wandering, settled down. Not too interesting of a past, heh." The activity quickly picked up , voices mixing with voices, crowds mixing with crowds. "Shaar? I always wanted to visit there. The things I have heard about it make it sound so relaxing and beautiful." She said, looking over at a nearby vendor. The mercant quickly started his salesmen routine, showing her all the things he had to offer. Elda spoke for a moment with the merchant, looking at a few items- but in the end, nothing really caught her eye to the point of purchase. They continued on to browse about some more. "Shaar would benefit greatly from your beauty," Ensis said with a grin, "I would think that you would enjoy a city more bustling. That might be a bit off though." "You are right, I do enjoy the hustle and bustle of city's. But I wonder sometimes what it would be like to live in a more relaxed town." She said, glanceing about at the crowds and pondering. "I know what you mean. I used to wonder if the grand city's told about in books were as beautiful and grand as they appeared in the artwork." A slight smirk appeared on her face as she spoke, "Well, look around you. Is it as grand as they said?" "Yes. Yes it is. All that and more."[/color]

[color=crimson]Hi, my name is... [b]Name[/b]: Ken[neth] Andrew Howell [b]Age[/b]: 17ish. [b]Hometown[/b]: San Antonio, Texas. [b]Any Pets?[/b]: None. [b]Attached or Single?[/b]: Single, but on the lookout. ***Roommate [To be decided after all signups are final]: --- [b]Brief Life History[/b]: *thinks* [b]Personality Traits[/b]: *proceeds to examine himself* He enjoys to relax and unwind in water- sitting or walking in the rain, swimming in pools, chilling in the ocean. Partying is alright, but he prefers to stay off to himself, observing the goings on instead of participating in them- or having a conversation with a person, just one on one in the midst of it all. He enjoys listening to music [heavy metal, hard rock], researching subjects [polotical, historical mainly], hanging out with his friends and solveing problems amongst his peers. Amongst a few smaller pet peeves, he hates wasteing time- it makes him somewhat irritated and maybe TOO ambitious to get things done efficently. The smaller pet peeves range from people who think they know what they are talking about, overzealous religious people, and loseing a friend over a stupid thing. Chaos is his home. He was born into it and enjoys it. It is a challenge, two opposeing things create a maelstrom with him and a few others caught in the middle- what do you do? He seems to not be affected by things.. normally. Radical situations where he should be scared, concerned do not phase him, and his pain tolerance is high- it makes him appear a bit numb, but it might help out in the long run. Double edged swords are what they are. His personality is an odd mix. He proves to be blunt consistantly- to the point of straining relationships with people. Being funny comes naturally to him, but so does alot of cynicism and sarcasm. The glass is half empty in general, and so is his heart. But he tries to remain nuetral- no need to drag everyone's spirits into the mud. His mask is the humor that seems to be a part of him, pleaseing people with it makes him feel a sense of accomplishment. He rarely removes it, basically because he doesn't feel a need to. All and all he is pleasent to be around, he can be deep, he can make you laugh, he can make you think. [b]Appearance[/b]: Hmm, 2 years or so. I would be taller, prolly 6'5 or so. Hair would be longer, I would keep it trimed to where it is just below my nose and above my shoulders. Otherwise, I might be thinner- but with my frame I would still be a giant man altogether. Heh. My pictures are all over the place, I will edit and add one later to aid your imagination.[/color]

[color=crimson]"Well we could go hang out at the market. Look around, have some fun." Ensis said with a grin. "Yes, you two would have a great time!" Her father said, patting the both of them on the shoulder. Ensis knew what her father was doing, but decided that his aim had been to have fun today- so, you might as well just go with the flow. His eye glistened just a bit as his staff quietly appeared, leaning against the nearest wall. Elda stood, considering the idea- obviously debateing several facts in her mind at the same time. He hoped she agreed to go- he had wanted to get to know her better for some time now, but she had always seemed somewhat busy with her duties or dealing with the various agressive individuals that came in looking for trouble. Finally, it seemed she had come to a decison..[/color]

[color=crimson]Ensis drank as quiet as a mouse, his mind being clear of all thought. The ebb and flow of natural energy in the area was still distracting him- especially the lingering knot that rested in his stomach. Old animosity was comeing into veiw, the relization of a nightmare that had been planned in a time that had since long passed. An event that had been forgotten by all but the victim, perhaps. Ensis would just have to wait it out to see what did or did not occur.. "[i]Mmm, it got kind of quiet in here[/i]." He glanced around briefly before he found himself stareing- more than usual- at Elda.. Her beauty was a very angelic kind, the kind he quite enjoyed, really. She was all by her lonesome near the bar, left in thought after haveing a just out of earshot conversation with her father. He wanted to talk to someone, and she appeared to need someone to talk to as well, so he stood up and approached her, sitting down again right next to her. "Abnormally quiet in here, eh?"[/color]

[color=crimson]"[i]Well, I originally came into town to drink. I am conviently at a bar, with plenty of time to put the posters up. Time to drink a bit.[/i]" Ensis grinned and walked over to the bar, setting the posters down. Sitting down, he leaned his staff against the bar and pondered just what to drink. Maybe some nice, hard ale to give him that nice surge.. "Hm." Tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, Elda's father came out of the back with a light smirk on his face. Approaching Ensis, he nodded a hello to him. He nodded back, decideing on his drink. "Ale. Hardest that you've got." Grabbing a nearby bottle, he asked "Troubles, Ensis?" "Not especially. Just need to get my mind off a minor thing is all." As the drink was set on the bar, a nearby man called out for some service. A sense of releif left Ensis- he had not told anyone the details of what he had been feeling to avoid appearing melodramatic or paranoid. He was neither of these, and honestly believed it was more than likely just a minor matter which would be taken care of naturally.. Sipping his ale, Ensis closed his eyes and let out a slight sigh.[/color]

[color=crimson]FFX was sucessful enough for Square to think that an FFX-2 would definately bring in a good amount of profit. It really was not [i]that[/i] much of a gamble, I believe- FFX was received quite well in Japan and the United States. FFX-2 as well, so far, is meeting their expectations in sales in Japan so far, from what I have read.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]OOC[/b]: Fenwyr needs to live up to its' description and Ensis needs something to do. I hope I describe this somewhat to what you seemed to be imageineing.. if it isn't, I can edit it. Also the time frame that I put seems alright for the things that we talked about in the meeting, heh. If not, tell me. Now for the writeing.. ---- Ensis stopped in the street, catching a breif glimpse of a large mass of people just off to the right in the majestic, open townsquare. He saw a mass of workers rushing about- just, he could not think of a reason for something of this level. It took a few seconds for the thought to click in his head- the Spring celebration. "[i]Damned, I had almost forgotten.[/i]" They were decorateing, speaking with various merchants, even getting the opinons of townspeople. Several small construction efforts were mainly centered on the outside areas of the square- and.. beyond? Suddenly, Ensis noted that the whole city was being decorated- he had been so busy with his own affairs that he blindly missed it. This appeared to be a festival that you could not miss- simply because it was going to be every where it could possiblely be. Even the flora seemed ready to lend it's own aid to the happy celebration- but there was still that lingering... "[i]Well [b]this[/b] explains the abnormal flood of tourists[/i]," he thought- just to avoid the odd, pulseateing sense of 'wrong' that dully lapsed in his mind. A bright, colorful poster caught his eye next- hung on the wall just inside his field of vision, prominantly displayed for everyone and anyone. Ensis took a few steps foreward and examined it to check for an exact date to burn in his memory. It was to be held just a few nights from now- "When the flowers are the brightest to match our spirits, and celebrate as much as we" said the poster. "[i]They are going to be rushing about for the next couple of days.. Fenwyr is famous for its' celebrations, but this year they seem to be going all out.[/i]" A large smirk crossed over his face as his thoughts remained firmly set on the various good times that were just nights away.. But, off to the side, an older Ethai?En stood, surronded by several intelligent looking individuals. They were talking amongst themselves, gestureing at the work efforts. Once and awhile the Ethai?En would nod, or comment. Finally, when all to be said was, he dismissed the small group around him, all of them heading back twards the large, mixed effort. Takeing a glance to the side, he noted the large, healthy looking young man standing quite close. Eyes clearly set on the poster, lost in thought- the man was daydreaming about the festival. There was a need of workers, and this one looked like he could handle himself with some tools.. Nodding to himself, the Ethai'En approached him and patted him heartily on the shoulder, offering his hand. Comeing out of his daze, Ensis shook it. The Ethai'En gestured to the poster as he spoke, "This one promises to be a good one," a hint of certainity in his voice, "and thank the heavens it is almost here." "It looks to be quite a special one. I will be definately attending this." Ensis said, he knew quite well the Ethai'En was just beating around the bush- he wanted something of Ensis. "My name is Tret'ek and I am the head planner of all things festival. I am in charge of makeing sure this city looks 'festive' enough to have a 'festival'." "Yes, in general a festive looking city would be good for a festival," Ensis said with a grin, "What is it you want of me, Tret'ek?" "We are in need of some help with pulling this whole thing off. You definately are not a foreigner to this town from the way you look, and we like hireing locals. What do you think?" "Hmm. What does it pay?" "Quite well, considering you just do a few days work. I could give you an exact figure, if you want.." "No, actually. That is alright. This sounds like a good deal of fun. Count me in." He smiled broadly, takeing out a small list that had various names and pages of information scribbled on them. Takeing a small feather pen, he flipped through a few pages to one that was half empty and gestured for Ensis to follow him. Complying, he was lead through the town square to a large wooden table. Tret'Ek grabbed a chair and sat down. "Alright, all I need is your last name, Ensis." "Veneficus." "Veneficus? No wonder! I knew there was something odd about you, you are a Veneficus! You guessed my intentions from the start, didn't you? You Veneficus are quite the adventurers, right?" Ensis nodded, before arching an eyebrow, "Yes, I have heard several rumors saying that," and endingthe sentence with a wink. Tret'Ek chuckled at that, scribbleing down a small paragraph of information underneath Ensis' name. Double checking what he wrote, Tret'Ek nodded and stood, still flipping through various pages of information. "Alright Ensis. I am going to skip just tossing you into construction- unfortunately, you are still getting a pretty redundant task. I need you to go around town to all the pubs and bars that you can." Stepping over to a large crate midsentence, he pulled out a medium sized stack of posters and placed them in Ensis' hands. "Place these inside and outside them- you might need to ask the bar owner first, sometimes they get testy about this. Why? I don't know. Just do it out of respect for the establishment, heh." Ensis nodded, "Alright. I gotcha. Consider it done," waveing quickly before running off twards the nearest bar. "[i]Ironic.. I still end up heading for a bar anyway.[/i]" ---- Phew. That took too long. :X[/color]

[color=crimson]If everyone is being a jackass about the sign thing, just put it up anyway. It is unreasonable that the principal did not simply show you another, free spot to hang it- unfair, really. Silly principals get on my nerves.[/color]

[color=crimson]I do odd, run of the mill, early teenager jobs. Mowing lawns, helping out people around the neighborhood- even babysitting sometimes. For my first 'official' job I think I would enjoy working at Electronics Boutique or Best Buy. I enjoy being surronded by electronics and software, mainly because I spend so much time learning about it. I cannot imagine myself flipping burgers or anything like that. In the long run, I am going to aim to be a history professor. I think my personality as a collage professor would be choice, heh. I hope that works out for me.[/color]

[color=crimson]Ensis puffed long and slow on his pipe, stareing at the clouds that slowly drifted across the sky. He sat on his roof with a curious expression on his face, resting within the folds of his mind in deep thought. His nearest neighbor stopped working in his garden for a moment and glanced at him. Grinning, he set down his tools and approached Ensis, who was too far in thought to notice his approach. "You look as if you have something intellectual to say for once, Ensis!" He called out, tossing Ensis a small bundle of herbs as he did. Breaking back into reality, Ensis caught the projectile in mid air- no less than an inch from his face. Examineing the bundle, he found they were in good condition, picked at just the right time- a great ingrediant for whatever medication he decided to make. It left a light, minty smell that mixed in the air with the smoke that trailed from his pipe. Ensis stood and stretched, letting out a resounding yawn before takeing a quick leap downwards. He and Alex shook hands heartily, both of them being the best of friends. "Those are the best I got for you this month," Alex said, pointing to the herbs in Ensis' hands, "Fresh as fresh can be." "They are in fine condition- you might have a green thumb yet, Alex." He replied, looking over them once more. "Oh trust me. I will be growing things that not even you can believe." He winked, "You going out on your usual journeys into the wilderness?" "No, it is far too fine of a day to just go looking for plants and being with nature," Ensis said, eyes falling on the bustling town just a ways off, "I think I would prefer getting a drink and spending some of my money in town. Want to take the day off with me?" "Sorry, but I have an appointment in town- going to talk to the mayor about the rights to the land around my house. If I get good news, I might be expanding this little graden into a money makeing business." "Well, then I wish you the best. If you get a large farm out here, you are going to keep a small part just herbs for your good ol' neighbor- right?" "Oh, maybe. Maybe not. Depends." They chuckled and shook hands, Alex returning to his house to put his tools up. Ensis walked inside his own house and set the herbs on a table, takeing a few puffs from his pipe as he stared out a window, feeling an odd sense of 'wrong'. He had been feeling it for the past few days, especially when he used natural magic, but he could not put a finger on where the 'wrong' was.. part of the reason he needed a great day off. Grabbing his staff, he walked out and shut his door, waving to Alex. Walking down the path, it slowly got less and less rough as the buildings got more and more dense around him. Reaching the main intersection in the middle of all the goings on, he turned right and headed straight for the bar- greeting his many friends and aquaintances as he went.[/color]

[color=crimson]I have not the faintest clue for my biological blood. Just by name, my grandmothers great-great uncle was, apparently, Charles Sigsbee. He was the Captain of the second-class battleship Maine when she exploded in Havana harbor in February of 1898, one of the catalysts for the Spanish American War. Aside from that I do not think there are any celebrities or famous figures- but since I do not know my biological line that well, you never know. =)[/color]

[color=crimson]Then the parents should stop bitching and not let their kids watch it. There is plenty of kid-friendly programming everywhere, even on Cartoon Network. There is no reason to blame the TV for trying to also appeal to older toddlers-pre teens as well. They are trying to get a good target audience in, not blanket violence out like it does not exist in our world, lol. Next thing you know CNN will be deemed a hazard to devolping children, haha.[/color]

[color=crimson]I'll switch with you, Vick. Just to try it out, yea? ;P That would be 'so mint', 'dude'. Man that sounded strange.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Angelus_Necare [/i] [B]internet relationships are so fake and they can open the wounds you feel from heartbreak even wider because you are only substituting real love. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]So they are fake and yet they have the ability to open up emotional wounds- is that from the [melodramatic] 'fakeness' of it? Substitutions cannot exist for love- it is just love over another band of communication, nothing fake about it. It might be different, or some immature people might take you for a ride about their true identity. You make it sound like it is some sort of demonic manniquin out to crush the hopes and dreams of love-yearning teenagers, lol. ---- How about some advice from a fifteen year old- sound good? In general you should realize that as you get older and more out into the world, you fill find more and more open minded people- people similar to you, people who enjoy your company. Women, obviously, included. Just give it some more time. Love is not usually a thing you hunt for, it is something that smacks you in the face at a completely random moment- that is why it is so magical. ;P Aside from that, I would not worry about getting out into the real world. It seems boring to me so far, lol.[/color]