Angelus_Necare

[color=darkolivegreen][size=1]"Are you well my lady?" Canathael asked of Maya when he heard her sneeze, she nodded still looking at Marrek for an answer to where they were going. Marrek winced up either side of the street, spotting a few harmless looking people dressed in white garb before he decided to veer the party left, heading towards what seemed the better side of town. After walking in endless dirrections for what seemed an eternity Maya stopped abruptly, a disgruntled look smeard across her face, "We've been walking forever! Where the hell are you trying to take us?" she spat angrily, Marrek turned on her viciously nearly knocking over a man who wore a white vest, he was obviously nearing the end of his wits, "I'm TRYING to find the others! you useless-" Canathael moved to stand between the two, "Sir Marrek, we're kind that you have led us this far, but perhaps we should find our friends on our own." He spoke solemnly, his stare steady and distant. Marrek smiled reaching up to touch the sorcerer's face, running his figertips over cold damp skin, "Such the pacifist" he mused before turning his back to the two, "Protosis is with your friends, if we find him we'll find them." "Then maybe you should stop leading" Maya finished, releasing Canathael's hand and placing hers on her hips, "I think we should go back, and retrace our steps, then-" "Yeh won't be goin' anywhere Lass..." a smooth amused voice broke through the conversation. All around the wanderers stood young men and women wearing smug grins and white vests, and they carried a large variety of weapons with them as well. The three looked about restlessly, this was no group of thugs, this was a gang. "Can't leave before I've met yah now can I?" The thick Irish accent spoke again, matching a face near a thick cluster of gang members. A tall young man swagered through the group with a dazzlingly white smile on his lips, he was fair-skinned and haired, carrying a dazzling set of green eyes. his garb was similar to the gang, but far more elegant, a long white coat was draped from his thin frame, matching well with the equaly white suit. He looked no older than seventeen, but his voice prooved that he was much older than that, "Top o' the evenin' strangers." He spoke again, giving a grand bow, the rest of the white garbed gang doing the same, "Mah Name's Sir Gavin Whitestroun Head of the Barrier Gang, but yeh can call me Gavin." He and the rest of the gang straightened their postures, laving the three travelers a little less than bewildered. Gavin went on with his speech regardless, "It 'as come to me attention that yeh have been wandrin' the city fer a while now, and yeh took out some candidates for me Gang." His Ivy gaze wandered to Canathael, who regarded him through a heavy lidded stare, "An' since yeh took out the three that were supposed to be here, I suppose we may have to take yeh in their place." "And If we don't...?" Maya asked hesitantly, taking a small gulp. Gavin threw his head back and laughed, "What yeh think we carry all o' these weapons fer Lass?" He chuckled wipping a tear from the corner of his eyes, " 'Sides, we're a generous lot, we'll be helpin' ya find what yeh've lost, long as yeh fight fer us." "I accept." Canathael spoke lowly, nearly going unheard. Maya looked up at him as if he were stark raving mad, and he answered, almost reading the question in her eyes, "They could cover a lot of ground for us, and we can offer what services we have." "There's a good lad!" Gavin called walking up to Canathael, meeting the brunette's hight almost perfectly, "We'll do what we can ta find yer friends, as long as yeh work wi' us, see, 'tis a bad time fer gettin' members." "What do you mean?" Marrek asked, glaring around the smiling group of Barriers. "Well, we're fightin' wi' a bunch o' savages righ' now, the lot of 'em go by the name the Federation." The gang around them hissed at the name, then laughed, "Lot of Poor dogs who think they own this city, livin' in the subway no less!" "Are they really that bad?" Maya asked, having a feeling that they should have searched the subway. "Terrible!" Gavin shreiked dramaticaly with a grin on his face, "They are the scum o' the earth!" He laughed again merrily before leading the group towards a long stretch of suite appartments. "You'll be alright wi' us Lass." He placed a cold hand on Maya's shoulder, "We'll get the lot of yeh cleaned up and in yer own quarters soon." Gavin Led the group to what looked like a swanky hotel, bedecked inside with white furniture and walls, speaking breifly with a man at the desk. "Righ'" he said to the three, who all looked slightly confused, "Me gang owns a lot of property yeh see, an' a lot o' money as well, 't's how we keep one up on those filthy Federation dogs. Now, yeh all have yer rooms ready, so I'll see you lot in the mornin'"[/color] [color=darkred]blah...Gavin's hard to write for[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]It took a while but I signed up...:D Are you definitely going to wait for Nine people Vicky? Or can some of us take on two characters at a time? I've never done it before, but I thought that it might be fun, and it would fill spots if no one else signed up for them.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]*gigglesnort* Yay Vicky, you finaly put it up! And would you beleive I'll play a female character for once.[/color] [color=darkslateblue] Name: Leiutenant Comander Elma Dorres Wolfe Age: 27 Race: Human (Caucasian-German) Rank: Leiutenant Comander Station: Weapons Command Officer Talents: Elma takes great pride in her shooting ability, taking time everyday to hone and carefully train her aim. Agile and strong, Elma holds ablities that any strong soldier should posess. She will also at times brag about her great ability to retain her alchohol while she's already piss-drunk, and will chalange anyone she sees under the table in very poor broken english. Elma could possibly be the reason they say, "Never beleive a drunk." Personality: Strong-willed and ambitious could well describe Elma, but there's no one real category to place her in. While she holds these descriptions she sometimes can change at the turn of a hat, becoming lazy and undetermined to do something. Weakness however is never an option to this woman, but the occasional stuborn exterior will shine through almost any emotion. If Elma doesn't want to do something, she will park herself into her own position and refuse to do anything otherwise untill she sees fit. There's no convincing her at all sometimes, but this doesn't mean she'll refuse to follow an order, she may challange it, but will ultimately back down in the end. Apperance: Elma is roughly under six feet, weighing about...well, ladies never tell anyways. She is distiguishable by her short fluffy mop of blonde hair that she shears away at constantly, trying to keep a trim, propper look. Although it makes her look rather tomboyish. Elma's wardrobe consists of casual male attire since she can rarely stand to wear feminine clothing (this is also true in her battle station attire, she refused to wear the female issue uniform). Her casual clothing is a mix of button up shirts and loose slacks, and her old military issued clothing. (Check attachment also) Biography: Elma Dorres Wolfe was born and raised in eastern Germany by her parents Jan and Gretta Wolfe, near an earth defence training center, filled with young soldiers vying to fight against the Xions in battle. Elma's mother Gretta disliked the fact that her daughter would be growing up in such an environment, but her husband Jan was stationed there as a commanding Seargeant, and would do well to support his family very close to the base. Despite Gretta's pleas, the small Wolfe family remained at their home, raising their daughter as best as they could in a time of war. By the time Elma was nine, she would rarely come home right after school, and instead spent her time on the military base, enjoying the company of the soldiers who would tell tales of where they hailed from, what their training was like and offten spoiled the young girl with endless attention. No one thought any less that an impressionable nine-year-old wandering about the base, for she seemed to calm the troupes and offer a small amount of entertainment, although it was really the troupes that entertained her. At the Age of twelve, Elma was a regular on the base, and trained in private with some of the soldiers. She was surprisingly tough for a small girl, and clever too, it was hard trying to make up new excuses for blistered hands and scabbed knees that she attained from her training. By the time Elma was sixteen, she informed her parents that she wanted to start "training" to join the Earth's forces. And upon delivering that information she got the expected responses from her parents, a proud father and a furrious mother. If they had only known that she had trained previously... Upon entering training, Elma used all the skills she had been taught previously and advanced quickly through all the Cadet programs, gaining her a small troup position on the Battle station at the age of 20. Within the next seven years Elma pushed herself hard, never looking back, and slowly gained her ranks, slowly yet surely. It was only untill a recent battle in which she rescued an entire squad that she had been upgraded to Leiutenant Commander of the weapons position. Now in her new position, Elma will do all she can to make her family proud and win over the favor of her superiors.[/color][/size]

[color=darkolivegreen][size=1]Canathael narrowed his gaze at the three men who slowly began their approach on the small party of time travelers. Canathael threw an arm out to his side, to better conceal Maya who nestled her forhead between his shoulder blades securely. "Leave us be..." The sorcerer said flatly, glaring through heavy eyelids, "We don't want to harm you." Marrek didn't say much of anything, he stood still off to the side, not looking particularly worried about the situation. Moreso bored if anything. The taller of the three snorted a sick bout of laughter while unclicking the safety on his gun and taking a lazy aim at the group, "You're pretty funny mister, tell you what, I'll let you two gents go if you leave the girl." "yeah sweetie," the club toting man grinned, "Give the pretty boys a rest and hang out with some real guys!" Canathael growled in response, suddenly feeling cornered. He knew that he was outnumbered with or without Marrek's help, and even hoping for the enemy's hand in battle was a little too much to ask for...And still the men neared, creeping towards what they deemed theirs. [i]"they're wrong..."[/i] He thought watching all the men closely, [i]"She doesn't belong to them"[/i] The familiar feeling began to knot in his stomach, the feeling of death, the want that he had been denied last he felt it. The sickly, yet empowered feeling that he so craved at this moment. [i]"She doesn't...."[/i] He donned that wicked grin again, advancing on the men slowly, ignoring the threats if he didn't remain still, "Don't take another fucking step man! I'll blow you away!" The short man raced forward, club in hand swinging wildly. Canathael thrust his leg out, tripping up the shorter man and wrenching the club free from his grip in the process, then beating him in the skull after he had hit the pavement below. [i]"...Belong to them."[/i] The second weaponless man dashed at the brunette, arms raised in attack. Frankly, he was too easy to take down, Canathael dodged the first blow, let the second graze his shoulder, then dealt a heavy blow to the man's temple; droplets of blood smattering the sorcerer's face. [i]"She belongs..."[/i] Stepping over the other two obstacles, Canathael advanced on the last man, the one who still threateningly held the gun, yet his knees shook with fear. The brunette smiled again, ever drawing closer, "Get away you freak! I'll fucking shoot you!" The tall man screamed, shakilly holding the gun at Canathael's face. He grinned snatching the weapon away and tossing it down the alley, still advancing on the now retreating man. A man who threatened to taker [i]her[/i] away, like a time before... Canathael grasped the man's lower Jaw and held him up to the Alley wall, his eyes were filled with fear. "leave..." He hissed, darkly. "Wh-what?" the man sputtered weakly, blood seeping out of his mouth. "Leave this place, and don't come back", he growled, squeezing the man's jaw tighter. A strangled cry came out, along with more blood. [i]"...to me."[/i] He dropped the man, then watched him scurry away down the alley, hand clamped over his bleeding mouth. Marrek gave a small applause behind his back, donning an almost equally wicked grin, "Quite the show sorcerer, perhaps you're fighting for the wrong side?" He mocked, a slight chuckle spilling from his lips. "Shut up..." Maya snapped, reaching out to Canathael, lightly touching his shoulder, "Canathael, are you al-" "I'm fine My lady." He mumbled, hiding his gaze from her, "Sir Marrek, if you would please..." Without a few more words, the three set off again, in and out of the dank alleyways.[/color][/size]

[quote name='vicky][SIZE=1][B]However I was thinking of doing a chapter were we don't travel in time and stay on the ship, and Dave creates a new deck to the ship with "holorooms" were you could type in your life story and set the setting for the computer then walk into a holographic version of it, playing anyone in your character's past just by saying a name to the computer.[/b'][/SIZE][/quote] [size=1][color=darkred]This sounds like it would fit well with the Long break you had mentioned. It could serve well as a sub chapter and really give our characters a chance to delve into their feelings and emotions, giving them the opertunity to bring their own stories out a bit more and allowing them to be themselves for a bit.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]I think everyone posted once, right?[/color][color=darkolivegreen] Canathael winced as he heard a gun clatter to the hard ground. He frowned down into the worried eyes of his companion, as she hugged her arms and croutched down to the ground. Maya let out a small shuddered sob from her currled pose. "I- I didn't mean to do it..." She groaned to her knees, pressing her forhead into them, "I mean, he just snuck up on us and, and...." Canathael removed his jacket slowly, kneeling before the distressed girl. He really did feel bad for her, there was just something about this time that made her uneasy, and she was unusualy worried about him this time. He wondered if it had something to do with her past, but judged against it...all she needed now was to be made as comfortable as possible... "It's alright my Lady..." He said soothingly, draping his jacket over the girl's shoulders, hoping to keep her the least bit warm, "Sir Sutaru may be angry now, but his anger will subside in time." Maya looked up at the sorcerer, reaching up a hand to swipe away tears that had not yet fallen, "you think so Canathael?" He smiled a genuinely happy smile, cupping her face in his hands and running a thumb over one cheek, "Of course I do, we will all remain allies, no matter what evil hands us." "My, my, such a touching moment to come upon..." A bored voice drawled near the opposite end of the alleyway. The two jerked at its familiarity and drew their gazes to the source. Marek leaned against a wall, smiling as a hungry jackal would while he looked over the two time travelers. He wore attire that was nearly similar to Canathael's, although all of his clothing was of a darker hue. Oddly enough they looked quite similar, perhaps as brothers would. Canathael glared up the alleyway at the man, finally placing where he had seen his face before. This was the same man that had fooled him in his unconscious dreams, replaying painfull thoughts of his Elsia. He wasn't sure if it was Marrek's doing in his mind, but he wouldn't put it past the evil fighter. "You!" Maya hissed scrambling to her feet, still clutching Canathael's jacket close to her, "What did you do with Li?!" "She is with Protosis, and I'll take you to her if you agree to..." His eyes narrowed and his smile grew even more wicked, "...coperate" "Are you insane?!" Maya snarled at him, "We're not-" "We'll go with you..." Canathael said plainly, coldly, and emotionlessly. "There's a good lad," Marrek smiled, sauntering towards the brunette, "You I have a feeling you and I shall be the best of friends untill then..." Marrek placed a hand on Canathael's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, something brewing in his eyes that seemed sinister, yet almost passionate. Maya grimaced, not liking where this was going. "Cael..." She called gently, tugging on his shirt, "We can't..." "We have to My Lady..." He answered, then looked back to Marrek, "Sir Marrek, if you would be so kind as to lead us." The wicked man nodded, then stooped out of the alleyway at a brisk walk, the words, "Try to keep up" floating along behind him. Canathael grasped Maya's hand reasuringly, and led her out after Marrek.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]Vicky has so lovingly given me the duty of moving the Sands crew into the next Age. If anyone's confused, then it's best to go to the Underground thread. And if any of this isn't to your liking Vicy, I'll change it post haste! Ta![/color] [color=darkolivegreen]Canathael bent over the drunken, nearly conscious and weary soldier, lightly taping him on the face to see if he'd rouse from his stupor. "Peiter..." he called, watching the soldier's eyes lull back and forth in his head. "Cael..." He responded in a thick lazy German accent, using the sorcerer's shorter name, "It ist not a güt day, ja?" "No...It isn't friend." He responded wearily. Canathael frowned as he lifted the man easily in his arms. The had all been going at it for what seemed weeks, all of them mentaly and physicaly exhausted. He hoped silently that tensions would not start running high. The sorcerer lifted Peiter up to the horse which still bore John on its back, and placed the soldier sideways onto the saddle, his head hanging over one side and his legs swinging loosely over the other. Soon the small group was heading West at a brisk walk, Canathael leading the horse behind the others ahead. After a short while a small shreik startled everyone from their lazy reveries, Maya had let loose a surprised scream as she pointed ahead of them in their path. "I saw Li! She was with [i]Them[/i]!" She cried, turning on the group, looking slightly frenzied. Ahead of them a portal rippled brightly in the brilliant midday sun, freshly used and by the looks of it, not closing anytime soon. A whir of fabric and motion almost caught the rest off guard as Maya moved to sprint, "We gotta help her!" She shouted dashing forward, "she could be-" But she was cut off when a strong firm hand clamped over her upper arm painfully. Sarek glared down at her dangerously, "Don't be foolish, you didn't see anything." He said cooly, releasing his death grip once he knew the girl wouldn't go anywhere. Maya turned on him viciously, fists clenched at her sides, "I did see her! And she was with that Marek jerk!!!" She hissed angrily. Canathael moved foward to break up the spat, and possibly try to make sense of this situation. But before he could say anything his communicator went off again, [i]"She is right you know."[/i] Dave's voice crackled out into the dry dusty air through the communicator, he had somehow been listening to the conversation, [i]"She's been taken to another time, using that portal right in front of you."[/i] "Well where did they go?" Maya asked. [i]"hold on a sec. Hey, Canathael!"[/i] he called. "Y-yes?" The sorcerer looked at the comunicator quite perplexed. [i]"Put the comm unit on the ground, there isn't time to bring you all back to the ship, I'll just have to breif you here."[/i] Canathael obeyed, setting the device on the ground, starting a bit when a holographic image of Dave appeared in the air. [i]"Right..."[/i] Dave said, pushing up his glasses onto his nose, [i]"now you'll all be going to the year 2010 after Protosis, that era's really close to Maya's. So if you don't mind, I'm sure she'll explain culture and such on the way."[/i] Dave's gaze flicked down for a moment as a small map of their next destination appeared next to his head. [i]"This is Victory City, a cesspool of crime, rated number one on the murder toll in the united states, hmm, probably the world too..."[/i] "Why there?" Sutaru asked warily. [i]"Easy place to hide, perhaps Protosis thinks that it'll slow you guys down, but I don't think it should...[/i] A small sarcastic smile flickered over the man's face. "Gee Dave, thanks for being supportive." Maya groaned, resting on her haunches. [i]"Yeah, yeah, there's also- Hey! Don't touch that!!![/i] He shouted looking off to his left irritably. Someone on the ship answered back grumpily, [i]"I don't need yer sass, yeh poor excuse fer a Captain!"[/i] An rough english female voice snapped back, wafting through the communicator. "Who's that?" Canathael asked, also squating down to the communicator. [i]"Your new team mate, Morgon, she's from the Victorian Age, and a pirate no less..."[/i] He responded weakly, obviously already having enough of the woman who it seemed was messing with his ship, [i]"She kinda reminds me of Sarek, never keeps her hands to- What did I just say?! Stop messing with that![/i] The group let out a small collective chuckle, for some reason they liked to see Dave distressed, Sarek seemingly enjoying this more than any of them. [i]"Let's see what kind of crew you assembled eh?"[/i] Morgon's voice came through again, while Dave's image was pushed roughly from veiw, replaced by a hazle-eyed brown haired woman, grinning ear to ear at her new companions. [i]"'Ello! Name's Morgon Night, former Captain of the Velvet Glove."[/i] The group offered few weak smiles and even a few tiresome frowns, Morgon's expression dropped a bit as she looked them all over, [i]"Not a happy lot yeh have there David..."[/i] She mused aloud, then smiled again, [i]"t'was a pleasure anyway, we'll meet again."[/i] She gave her goodbye, now seeming quite bored as she wandered away from the screen, leaving space for Dave to resume his position. He muttered something that sounded a lot like "damn pirate" before he continued with his breifing. [i]"I'm only getting Four Comm readings here, there's supposed to be five..."[/i] "Mine was shot." Sarek stated bluntly, the expression on his face showing no signs of appology or regret at all. Dave sighed frustratedly, not even wanting to waste the breath to ream the warrior out. [i]"Alright, you'll get a new one when you go through the portal, that goes for clothes and weapons too, you'll all be set up when you go through....[/i] He rubbed his temples for a moment then looked up again, "that's about it, Dave out." And with that he was gone. "I'm afraid...." John began from the horse, having been very still and quiet through the whole transmition, "...that this is where we part." Canathael smiled up at him as he pulled Peiter off the horse, holding him upright, "you have been a most helpfull part to our journey Johnathan, thank you and Farewell." He nodded, then walked with the soldier towards the portal. The others gave their breif thanks as well before following suit. Soon, they were all gone. John was left alone on the horse in the middle of the western plains. He looked up to the sky and sheilded his eyes against the harsh sun with his hand. And then the young man smiled. "This has been a pretty interesting day..." [center]-=End Age=-[/center] 2010 Victory City Canathael blinked against his new surroundings, and breathed in the thick foul smelling air of this new Age. A moist brick wall pressed against his back, and another stood not three feet from him. An Alley. Rain drizzled from the cold grey sky above, lining everything in a cold uncaring layer of water, including the sorcerer. Canathael ran a hand through his wet hair, then looked down at his attire. He wore a white cotton tshirt, snug blue jeans, thick black boots and a black leather jacket that was zipped halfway up his torso. he discovered that inside his jacket he carried a gun, not very much like the pistol that he had in the west, or the one that peiter carried. This gun was a rather small boxy shaped weapon, simple and he guessed very effective. Sliding the gun away, Canathael began to look around for the others, spotting Maya's back facing him, her head peering out into the street ahead.[/color] [color=darkred]whew, huge post, I hope that was alright.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]I like it. It follows all the conventions of any Sci-fi story, but I'm intruiged that you wish to follow the human emotions and development while fighting in the Xion war. One thing I was wondering about was what do the Xion's look like? And would you pronounce the X as a Z? I think this could do well, then again Vicky, your stuff is always awesome :) I'll be waiting to see this in the Adventure Inn![/color][/size]

[color=darkolivegreen][size=1] Canathael watched as Protosis and Marrek dissapeared over a distant hill, chances were they wouldn't see the two in this time again, all for the better it seemed. The sorcerer gingerly touched his face where soft raised welts were beginning to form, all thanks to the beating he had received from the man named Marrek, a man who looked all too familiar somehow... "Hey..." Canathael heard Sarek's short, irritable call, most likely dirrected towards him, "What should we do with this thing?" Canathael turned to the warrior, now seeing that he was regarding the quarter horse that regarded the group uneasily from a short distance away. He sighed, donning a small smile, it still seemed that fate was on their side. "I beleive we could use this fellow to get back to the town, and-" "You look like shit..." Sarek interupted Canathael giving his face the once over. Canathael shrugged off the comment, "You always enlighten me with such kind words Sir Sarek..." He replied, now realizing that such comments were just Sarek's odd way of communicating. "Yeah, we could use a horse." John mummbled, removing some of the bandages that were on his leg and using them to patch up his hand, Then looked over the blood that was begining to seep through his leg wound, the one Sarek gave him "I don't think I can walk much longer." Canathael nodded with a small smile, slowly approaching the still animal, which was looking around for its lost rider, yet still carefully watching the three strangers. Canathael had not had the opertunity to ride many horses, since his status was not high enough to grant him that priveledge. Yet he had known enough in his years to get this far. He slowly clicked his tongue, drawing the horse's attention, then slowly extending a hand towards the creature's nose. "That things going to tear your arm off." Sarek stated flatly in an I-told-you-so tone, arms crossed boredly. "It wont." Canathael answered, then, "You don't know much about horses do ya?" from John. "Where I come from, beasts these size would eat all three of us for a good meal." Sarek answered lowly, watching the sorcerer near the creature he now knew as a horse. The quarter horse edged closer, extending his head to sniff Canathael's hand, then a bit furthur, allowing to be touched. Soon the brunette was happily rubbing down the calm animal, then leading it over to his two comrades. He looked apologeticaly to both, "Only two can ride, he seems a bit tired for all three..." "I don't care," Sarek answered, turning in the dirrection he thought the town would be, "I don't trust the thing..." "Will you be able to keep up?" John asked, as he received a bit of assitance mounting the horse. "Will that thing keep up with me?" He replied smuggly, nodding to the horse. [i]"Canathael!"[/i] A panicked voice cried through the stillness, Canathael reached for his communicator, reasoning that it probably turned on while he was fighting. "Yes," He spoke into the device, "What is it?" [i]"We can't find Li! I think something bad happened to her"[/i] "We'll be in town shortly" Canathael answered, turning off the device and mounting the hose swiftly, leading all three back into town.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]Ho, humm, here I post....[/color] [color=darkolivegreen] Canathael grimaced, placing his palms on the butts of his guns resting at his hips. How could they have been fooled by a man who was a mercy's cry away from death? Had the world gone mad!? He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather himself for what was about to come...This afternoon had been a tad more eventfull than he had hoped it would be. The West, being the charming façade it was really was just that, a façade! An Illusion, the earth was in chaos, no matter what time one could go to. The sorcerer doubted that there wasn't a place in time that was untouched by this human madness, and if by some chance there was, then may those who exist there be blessed. "Open your eyes!" Canathael could hear Sarek's voice snap in his general dirrection, pulling him irritably from his thoughts, Then the warrior's voice changed to an odd tone that he had not come from him before, "I can't see too well, this heat's messing my vision up, just keep an eye out for Protosis..." His tone almost sounded appologetic, soft at best...Canathael shook his head, obviously missinterpreting the tone...Sarek? Soft? That was likely, right, and someday the world would be frozen over... Canathael ignored the track his thoughts had taken, then concentrated on the horizon around him, watching for a horse, and two figured he had not seen as of yet. Thinking back, he recalled that he had no idea what Marrek and Protosis looked like since he had not encountered them in the Jurrasic because he was unconscious that entire time. William took to cackling maddly again, dropping to his knees wearilly, "Yep, you bastards are done for," He forced between chuckles squeezing his eyes closed, enjoying his own private world of delusion and jokes, "I'll see the bunch of ya in Hell when-" The betrayer's voice was silenced by the sound of a firing gun, giving both Sarek and Canathael means to start at its sound. John stood over William's body, stone faced and holding the same riffle he had used against Sarek when he had first arrived at the era. The young man looked up into the time traveler's bewildered faces, "There's isn't any more room in this world for evil men..." he stated simply, gazing up into the cloudless sky solomnly, either reflecting on the moment or praying forgiveness for his actions, They couldn't tell. He lowered his gaze again, a bit softer than before, "Ahh, 'sides, his laugh was starting to annoy me..." For a moment everything was still and silent, untill the remaining three began to make a noise that was seemilngly unnapropriate for the situation, they were laughing. Laughing because they were tired and worn, laughing because this situation was so utterly helpless, They were laughing because all of them knew that they wouldn't have a good chance to leave this strip of land together. A mounted figure in the distance smlied wickedly as he heard the laughter drift on the wind to his ears...[/color] [color=darkred]alright, that's enough of my poetic vomiting...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Hmm, I dunno, I rather liked their poppy euro music. And i'll listen to their Cd every now and then. I don't really care for how their songs all have the same meaning, I.e- I really love this girl but she a) doesn't love me back. b) Loves me but doesn't want to shame her family. or c) we love eachother but we must be angsty because society shuns us! Regardless of what the songs say, I still like 'em. And I'll continue to listen if they release another album in the states.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkslategray]I was tired of putting this Rp off, so here you are, haha![/color] [Center][color=orange][b]Golden Sky: The Quest For Tomorow[/b][/color][/size] [color=darkslategray][font=garamond][i]Out there, beyond the blue, there?s Golden Sky?All the old sky sailors talk about it, and some of the younger ones say it doesn?t exist. But I know it?s out there, I can just feel it; Like it?s waiting for me.[/i] Myria, a world of wonder, where the land floated in the sky and humans lived to wander the skies. The people of Myria sailed the clouds, off into the pristine blue in search of new land, new lives or perhaps to see how far the horizon would go. Those who dedicated their life to the ongoing heavens were called sky sailors, and it seemed that it was every child?s dream to join them? Bright russet eyes watched dozens of airboats, large and small, drift out of the open harbor, sailing out over the downy white clouds into the still dusky morning. It was the first day of the flying season, and the locals certainly weren?t going to wait for anyone, especially not the sun. Catch Lightfeather?s eyes widened even more as he watched his father?s ship, The Jade Stallion; make its way out of the sky port to join the other airboats. It was a fine old ship, one that Catch?s father was very proud of. Thin cloth ivy hued wings stretched either side of the airboat, billowing in the updraft, sending the ship upwards into the sky. Catch could make out the faraway form of his father moving about the deck, hoisting the main sail that caught just in the wind; propelling the boat forward, aided by two rotating propellers situated near the stern. The boy sighed as the Jade Stallion began to fade away into the first true rays of the early morning light. That would be the last he?d see of his father, Aaron Lightfeather, for a good few months. He?d be out hoping to stake claim to new land, or looking to sell his services as a sailor for a short while, but Catch really knew what he was looking for, that elusive place known as Golden Sky, a bit of land that no one could seem to find twice, a place where food was plentiful and the sky was always a warm golden hue. His mother thought he was crazy whenever Catch?s father went on about it, and wasn?t absolutely thrilled when he indulged their only son?s imagination with these ?ridiculous? notions. [i]?Honestly Aaron Lightfeather, if you keep filling his head with these silly ideas, he?ll never focus on his studies!?[/i] He could hear his mother?s chiding voice in his head. Well she was right, he had skipped his studies today just so he could watch the all airboats depart from the province port. Chances were he?d be there well into the late afternoon, perched on the edge of an old viewing platform railing that was usually reserved for tourists. Lucky for him tourists didn?t visit Harshep City (if at all) during the sailing season, so he had the splendid view to himself. He glanced over at the so-called city; it was more like a giant village, a never-ending run of markets and homes. It held the appearance of one large village, gaining a bad reputation for those who did travel to Harshep. The people of the Province were called Pirates and other off colored things since they most likely didn?t hold the visual status of being civilized like other near-by civilizations. Catch snorted at the thought; the people of Harshep were good, hard-working people who enjoyed life and enjoyed the art of sailing. They weren?t a bunch of bloody pirates, despite a few bad apples? Catch sighed again as he watched the airboats gliding gracefully out in an almost perfect formation. He had wanted so badly to leave with his father this year, to gain his sailing legs, but being a fifteen year-old boy with a prospective education ahead of him dampened his chances of actually tagging along. So he was reduced to watching the ships leave again, as he had for years? But this year would be different; Catch had a plan he had been mulling over for a long time now. On the other side of the floating province his chance was waiting, His very own airboat; salvaged from the markets and re-built by his own hands. His ?Phoenix?, the small boat that he?d use to get off this floating rock. He grinned, sweeping snowy locks from his auburn eyes. Now all he needed was backup, a crew, a fleet of others who wanted to find what all sailors really wanted to find. Golden Sky! +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+[/center][/font] [size=1] +Alright, now that's out of the way, this is what I need to tell you: -I ask that all characters start at Harshep. -If you want to be a good natured pirate, then by all means, knock yourself out. -You don't have to have your own airboat, it's completely optional. -This story does have meaning, as the characters will be looking for Golden Sky, but they will also be running into Bad pirates, exploring the world of Myria, ect. -Original characters please, if I see "jack sparrow" anywhere I will hunt you down with a brick. -Only humans in this Rp. Sorry. If you want to be an elf or what have you, go somewhere else. -Don't controll other people's characters unless it's ok with them. -I would like serious, good Rpers who are willing to be imaginative and stick through this the entire way. (I think this goes without saying in anyone's Rp.) +This is what I need from you: [b]Name:[/b] Something, anything! [b]Age:[/b] Nothing too young or too old please. [b]Gender:[/b] Yeah... [b]Apperance:[/b] A picture or a description, please don't be vauge. [b]Personality:[/b] What makes your character tick? What bugs them? What are they penchant for? How do they act in certain situations? Do they have any weird characteristics that we should know about? ect. [b]Bio:[/b] Everyone comes from somewhere, that's what I want you to tell me here. [b]Skills:[/b] These can be as trivial as you wish, and if it's not a skill perhaps it's something your character can do that they're proud of, like belching or singing. And I'll only say this once: NO MAGIC. [b]Weapons/Items:[/b] Use your own judgement in this area, I'll accept swords and revolvers, but try not to arm your character to the teeth. For items it comes down to what your character would bring with them on a journey, things they HAVE to bring. [b]Reason for Leaving Harshep:[/b] Breifly tell me why your character is setting off. [b]+OPTIONAL+[/b] Airboat- A boat that can fly on the air, most airboats are addorned with several sails that look like wings that keep it afloat. Not everyone needs a ship, but if you want to make one, use this guide. [b]Name:[/b] Your ships name. [b]Size:[/b] How many people can comfortably live on your ship? [b]Apperance:[/b] Go nuts! [b]Equipment:[/b] Is your ship equiped with stuff? Then what does it have? I'll accept made-up weapons for this one. Some nautical terms: Bow- front of the ship Mast- upright beam holding the sails Port- left side of the ship Starboard- right side of ship Stern- Rear or backside of ship +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ That's pretty much all I need, I'll be accepting anywhere between four to six players, I'll close signups in a week or so, or when more than fifteen people sign up. I'll put my signup as Catch on here soon. Did I forget something? Questions? Ask me, I'll listen! And remember, Have fun![/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Well I finaly broke down and bought a costume with what little money I have squirreld away since I arrived at college... I have decided to be an Iscaroit agent from the Hellsing fame. For those who need it explained, Iscaroit is a branch from the Vatican church that deal with the disposal of the heathens and the unholy that walk the earth. I really wanted to be Anderson, but I didn't feel like buying a wig or looking for bayonettes...So I'm my own creation, preist robe, pendant, tall black boots, staff and black trenchcoat (yay for trenchcoats!). I don't think anyone at the costume party will think any less of me because I'm doing mild cosplay, a lot of people where I live don't really care. So if you're afraid of cosplaying, just go do it! Ignore those uncultured in the ways of Anime![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]mmmmmmm, posting at one AM....[/color] [color=indigo] Name: Ari Menson Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: A scrawny sprout of a young girl, seemingly nowhere near the beginnings of womanhood yet. Ari's build is sharp and flat, holding the form of a young boy rather than a young girl, although she still maintains a rather stout height. A mop of unrully straw-colored hair hangs down to her jaw, choppy bangs hanging into sparkling jade eyes. Ari's clothing consists of loose knee-length red shorts and a white jersey embroidered with a red star on the front. Following the red theme, she also wears a worn pair of red Hightops. Personality: Ari is a lively and cheerfull person, It takes quite a bit to put a dent into her bright persona. Although she has the apperance of a tomboy it doesn't mean that she'd be typically standoffish, bossy or brash at all. Ari is simply a sweet, carefree person. Ari is prone to the occasional dampened low that can happen to anyone, although she prefers to have these moments alone as she's not one to openly display her distressed feelings. Ari will follow if she feels comfortable with who's in charge. If not, she'll take actions into her own hands, and will carve her own path. Bio: Ari grew up in a small suburban town outside a large buisness-based city. Her parents both worked long hours, leaving little time for their young daughter, leaving her to be raised by her much older brothers. To say she was easily influenced by their boyish behavior as a child would be an understatement. Several of Ari's carefree traits come from her older siblings, along with her mischevious nature and her habit to act first ask questions later. Ari has lived a happy childhood, and has little to complain about, her only qualm would be the lack of parental influence. She does enjoy the company of her brothers, but she would have liked the occasional interaction with her mother or her father. Digimon: Patamon (most images attached) Fresh: Poyomon -A small jellyfish looking creature with black eyes. Attack: Bubble blow In training: Tokomon Attack: Acid Bubble Rookie: Patamon Attack: Boom bubble Champion: Angemon Attack: Holy Rod Ultimate: Holy Angemon Attack: Heaven's Gate Mega: Seraphimon Attack: Seven heavens Armor: Pegasusmon Attack: shooting star Crest: Virtue- A crossed sheild inside a winged pattern. Digivice: Violet [/color] [color=darkred]I couldn't find all the pics, sorry if that hinders anyone...[/color] [/size]

[size=1][color=darkred] Well MysticKnight, I signed up. I Can't tell if I'm a good RPer or not, but lemme know how I'm doing. Just one question for you, how long are you going to wait to close the signups and start the game? That's all, Ta! [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=darkred]Shucks, I'll give it a try...[/color][color=darkslategray] Black Mage: Name: Orin Priana Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Mage Appearance: Check attachment please. Bio: Orin was born in a land far away from Telemnar, a rough land without law, a land where one must learn to survive on their own. Orin only knew himself for the longest time, never recalling anything the would resemble a parent or perhaps a guardian. Later in life he would wonder if he was birthed at all. His young years were hazy before he met the first person he would ever see as a young boy, his Teacher and makeshift father, Master Gilam. Gilam, a skilled mage who was feeling the end of his days draw near, raised the boy from a incoherant barbarian to his fast learning apprentice, who gained the name Orin, the name of Gilam's master. Orin's knowlege grew greater each day under his master's carefull watch, although he lacked the compasion and caring that would come from a seemingly normal guardian. Gilam taught the boy everything he knew, not because he cared for him, but so his gift and talents would carry on after he died. Orin was merely a convenience, and was treated no differently. Being none the wiser, Orin merely accepted this behavior as normal, and thus never experienced many emotions. After his master died, Orin did little more than shrugging the event off before he began to explore the world around him. He still learned after Gilam had supposedly finished his teachings a year or so before he died, leaving Orin at the beginings of surpassing one of the greatest mages that once lived. He has been traveling the world to this day, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings and any people he would chance come accross. Being the emotionless shell that he is, he rarely goes out of his way to interact with people, and when he is faced with social situations he will act in a very mechanical nearly unhuman way, only making himself more foreign to those around him. This however doesn't mean that Orin is heartless, he just lacks the emotions that would represent that he even had a heart at all. Weapon: Gilam's Staff: Orin inherited the tool after his master died. The young mage can weild magic without it, but that magic would be released in a wild blast, as opposed to the focused blows through the staff. Skills: Orin can weild a large variety of magic at a whim. He attains this power, but rarely has the need to use it. His limits are unknown.[/color] [color=darkred]hope that works for ya[/color] [/size]

[size=1][color=darkolivegreen] Canathael heaved a shaky sigh after he had been allowed to stand. His hands trembled as he remembered holding a pistol to Sarek's head...Something he wouldn't have done if he had listened to his head and not his heart. "You alright?" Maya asked by his side while Sarek argued group semantics with Li. He frowned, looking over the wrist she clutched to her waist, it looked quite painfull and began to make the sorcerer's blood boil again. He averted his gaze to the dusty ground, "I'm well, thank you my lady" He mumbled, regaining what little controll he had left. "Canathael, I-" She began but was cut off by Sarek's voice, "Fine!" He shouted, "Which one of you?" He asked, looking in their dirrection. Maya met Canathael's ivy eyes, worry swirling in their depths. The two stared for a few moments longer, before Sarek's voice cut in again. "Did you hear me?" He growled impatiently, not particularly enjoying the fact that he might be stuck with one of them. "[i]If Lady Maya goes, he may hurt her again.[/i]" Canathael reasoned in his mind, "[i]I must take the lesser of the two evils...[/i] He decided, "I will accompany you, Sarek." He said flatly, receiving a snorted answer from his masked ally. "I don't care," Sarek said grasping the scruff of William's shirt and soving him on ahead to lead, he then turned over his shoulder to Canathael, "Just save your bullets for Marek and Protosis." "Canathael..." Maya cried quietly, looking into his stone face for answers, "please, just, come back this time." A small warm smile danced over his features breifly in that time, "I promise My lady." He answered, before turning heel to follow Sarek.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]lol, DRAMA! So Vicky, darling, what is it I should do?[/color] [color=darkolivegreen] The medeival brunette grimaced into Sarek's back, listening to him grumble. This game of cat and mouse was begining to draw his deepest darkest impulses, "Kill me or not Sarek Luther," The calling of his full name made the warrior turn slightly, then halting at the sound of a pistol clicking to fire. Sarek mentally scolded himself for not realizing that Canathael held two pistols, one for each hip..."But I grow weary of your indeciseveness..." He met the Ivy eyes of a killer, and damn him he was grinning too! Canathael held the same grin that he donned when his Master had admited to killing his woman, the same grin he wore as he strangled the life from that old fool, the very grin that flashed over the corpse of his victory... he forgot what a rush it was to kill, and now he had his chance. It didn't matter that he was in a different time, using a foriegn weapon, or pointing it at an ally for that matter. All that existed was that urge to kill, that one glorious taste. "Are you going to shoot me?" Sarek asked amusedly, end even though Canathael couldn't see it, he could tell that the man was smiling, "You don't have the potential, weakling..." Canathael growled, moving the barrel of his weapon between the warrior's eyes, still grinning. "You won't shoot me..." Sarek continued his eyes flicking off to the left for a slight moment, "You're weak, stupid, and you'll cry when this is all over with, won't you?" The sorcerer's grin faltered a bit; he pressed the cold steel against Sarek's forhead with a great deal of force, a small preveiw of what's to come, "Goodbye Sarek..." "Who's name will you cry when I'm dead?" He egged, "Will it be Maya's, your mother's perhaps?" "Leave them out of this..." He hissed, narrowing his ivy gaze and pressing lightly on the trigger. "Or maybe..." Sarek's gaze narrowed as well, he was going in for the kill, his gaze strayed to the left one last time, "You'll cry for that little bitch you were too weak to save in your own time?" "BASTARD!-" "Canathael stop!!!" Canathael roared lunging forward and pulling the trigger, a gunshot ripping through the air. The bullet didn't connect with anything but the blue sky above. Sarek had been watching Maya and company approaching, and took the time to enrage the sorcerer as they came. Before Canathael had a chance to fire Maya had screamed and Sutaru had grabbed him, throwing him down and was now currently sitting on the bewildered man, trying to subdue his struggling. He was screaming several curses in english but none of them could truly recognise what was comming out of his mouth. "Whoa, easy there!" Sutaru shouted at Canathael below him, throwing all four lanky limbs around wildly, at any attempt to throw the moon being off of him. Sutaru however was in the better position, catching one arm and pinning it painfully to his back. Maya turned on Sarek who was trying to wander away, "What Happened?" She demanded of the warrior, he shrugged lightly looking down at the man who was about to shoot him.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]Um, I'm just going to post...[/color] [color=darkolivegreen] Canathael winced when an angry voice erupted over his communicator, The sudden amount of noise drew a certain amount of unwanted attention towards himself. Even though he was nearing the edge of town there were still people about, staring at this odd man, some even drawing guns. The sorcerer placed a hand over the pocket in which his comm until was hidden, somewhat muffling the noise. Canathael then nervously yet politely smiled before ducking down an abandoned alley nestled between a general store and an Inn. He pulled out the communicator, now recognising the angry voice as Maya's. "Where the hell are you two?!" her voice screetched at him, "We did this separation thing before Canathael, it's not going to fly this time!" He smiled warmly, distiguishing the worry in her voice, but still, there was no need for him to return empty handed. "I'm sorry Lady Maya, But I have to find Sir Sarek." He spoke cheerfully, "Good day." "Canathael! I'm gonna Kill you! You-" He had finaly found the power button, turning off the irritating device once and for all, no more distractions... When he emerged from the alleyway no one threw him a second glace as he continued on his path. It wasn't long before he saw what looked to be a farm in the distance, an oddly fammiliar character croutched before a man. "There you are..." Canathael smiled approaching at a slow trot. "What's the matter Will?" The young man querried rushing off the front steps, keeping the warm rifle pointed at the stranger's face, "Don't you move, or I won't miss next time..." "J-jimmy" The man adressed James, his hands shaking and his knees shakier, "That guy ain't right, look at his eyes!" James' eyes went wide for a moment before he shoved the barel of the rifle towards Sarek's face, "Bring yer face up where I can see it." Wether Sarek chose not to listen or he couldn't hear wasn't known, the only thing he paid mind to right now was subsiding the pain spreading through his arm. He kept his head low, eyes only focused on the dusty boots of those before him. "Hey!" James shouted, "You deaf or somethin'? I said bring yer head up!" Sarek began to slowly bring his head up, his eyes slowly focusing on someone familiar comming towards the farm...[/color][/size]

B. Protein "didn't you say you wanted more protein in your diet spike?" Hmmmm, Let's try another Cowboy Bebop one. True or False, Ein the data dog was named after Albert Einstien.

[color=darkolivegreen][size=1] Canathael watched Sarek sulk down the street with a steady emerald gaze. For a breif moment he was afraid that Sarek would actualy shoot him. Now left with the feeling he had gained from their encounter, being shot would be welcomed. It was true, he didn't understand the cold hearted warrior at all, but he did understand what it was to be completely alone. He did have people back in his time, but he had the most precious souls taken away from him. Sarek was now only a blur in the distance as Canathael stooped to pick up his abandoned gun. [i]"I can't help what I am, and now you can't help what I will become"[/i] His words rang clear in the sorcerer's mind. Canathael smiled in the dirrection in which Sarek left. "I'm willing to bet I can..." He spoke to himself, walking back towards the Tavern. A worried looking Peiter met him at the entrance, good, best not to let the others know what's going on. The soldier looked past Canathael, eyes searching for Sarek, "Where's Sarek? What happened?" Canathael handed him Sarek's gun, and gave him a reassuring smile, "I'm going to go find Sarek, we'll be back as soon as possible." He said before he turned and headed off after Sarek. "I'll find you, and I'll show you that you are no longer alone." The brunette promised the warrior privately.[/color][/size]

Alright, so Inari's out. Does this mean it will remain as the five of us or will you be opening the signups again? Just a question floating about... Also, great job on the confrontation Vicky, I couldn't have written it better myself :) And i didn't mean to beg, but what's the next age going to be? *get's on knees with big puppydog eyes*

[size=1][color=darkred] Hmm, I really don't know how many years I've been here, but I'd have to say it might have been on and off since version 2. I remember the OB being total chaos with the spaming and nonsense topics, I can't say it wasn't fun at times, but it was really a pain too. I remember too when the boards crashed and I lost my account, having to make a new one (this may be the very account but I wouldn't count on it.) I do remember Sephiroth and Ginny, I also remember when Mist made frequent apperances too, man she was a good writer... Anywho, I plan on being here for a while longer, even though I rarely post anywhere other than the RPG forums.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=darkolivegreen] Canathael narrowed his gaze dangerously at Sarek, finaly having enough of the futuristic warrior. A smooth grin replaced his scowl as he looked over at the expectant John, who was pouring drinks for everyone at the table. If sarek wanted to play this little I-hate-you-but-I-wont-say-it game, then he'd have to play by some very different rules. The Sorcerer smiled accepting the glass that was handed to him, "Thank you kindly." He quirped placing the drink on the table neatly next to his hat. Canathael's ivy eyes rose to meet John's coblat gaze, He took a deep steady "The six of us are from the future and the past," Canathael lifted his gaze for a moment to find Sarek's you-are-a-deadman glare when he surprisingly returned a defiant what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it stare. "you mean..." John spoke, unaware of the tension building around him, "you're all traveling through time, but how?" "How isn't important." Canathael answered, "We're looking for a man called protosis, he wishes to destroy this world. We have the knowlege that he came here, we're supposed to stop him at all costs." John sat still for a moment, running a hand through his cornsilk har as he absorbed the information. after a short while he nodded, "Yeah, ok." his eyes studied the table, and not anyone around him, the newfound knowlege had shaken him up a bit, "And you want me to show you around right?" "If you would be so kind..." Canathael answered with a smile, "Perhaps even if you could help us understand this culture a bit better." Sarek had had enough of this, as he went rigid against the wall, glaring daggers at the sorcerer, "We don't need this help," He growled, "he's only a hindrance now that he knows about us, one more weakling to worry about." Canathael rose from his seat, a bit more hurriedly than he meant, returning the heated gaze to the icy warrior, "Sir Sarek." He said sternly trying his damndest to keep his polite exterior in tact, gaining the gazes of a few other patrons inside the smoky tavern, "Would you please accompany me outside?" "Hey!" Maya hissed next to him quietly, "No fighting!" The tall brunet didn't answer as he turned heel and headed for the back exit waiting for sarek to follow.[/color][/size]

If you don't mind Vicky, I'm going to take this Guide of ours and run with him a bit. ;) but if it's not to your liking I can edit it out. [color=darkolivegreen][size=1] Canathael blinked feircely against the bright sun hanging high overhead the area he and Maya had walked into. He winced around, lowering the brim of his hat slightly to ward off the glare. Heat waves danced in the distance between them and the decent sized town, seeming that they were dropped a bit far off. That must have been best, it wouldn't have been good to just appear in front of prying eyes. "Canathael look," Maya tugged on his hand, which she was still holding to get his attention, "Looks like Sarek and Peiter are making friends already." The brown haired sorcerer dirrected his gaze to where the girl pointed on top of a shallow hill nearby. His brow furrowed at the sight, seeing as how The futuristic warrior and the soldier were engaged in a heated argument, the frightened man nearly cowering away from the two. "Oh dear..." Canathael muttered begining to make his way towards the hill, gently leading Maya along by her hand. By the time the two had arrived at the sittuation, both Sarek and Peiter had stopped talking to eachother. The soldier stood patiently by the western gentleman, and sarek faced the other way, arms crossed frustratedly. Canathael smiled warmly at the man as he approached, Tipping his hat in greeting, imitating what he saw in the hollogram, "Greetings my good sir," He quirped merrily strangling a disguted snort from Sarek, "this surely is good weather for these parts, is it not?" The man only gave him an estranged look, where exactly were these characters comming from? All he knew was he wanted to get as far away as he could from these freaks. And what was this about being a guide? He wasn't anyone's guide, was he supposed to know these people? He winced at the strangers, keeping a carefull eye on the man who called himself Sarek, the one who shot him. the sharp ache in his lower leg. Lucky for him the warrior's bullet didn't connect, yet the grazing still left a nasty wound. The man wobbled a bit on his good leg, still glancing around at each member of the odd group. Canathael watched him carefully, studying him as best as he could. He was a young man just finishing his full growth. It was apparent by the way his lean lanky body fit loosely around his clothing and by the small traces of hair sprouting on his chin. He was a rather fair lad, scraggly blonde hair sprouting every which-way from beneith his wide brimmed hat, dazzlingly clear cobalt eyes wide and darting about nervously. He was dressed rather simply, a thin buttoned cotton shirt and a pair of thick russet pants held up by black suspenders. The sorcerer smiled softly, such an innocent stuck in such a time. His thoughts halted as he looked upon a wound the young man had on his shin. The fabric of his pants was sliced cleanly, blood seeping into the dark material. Worry overcame Canathael's expression as he knealt in front of the man, reaching his hand out to the wound. The young man hopped back several steps, then slipped falling to his rear, obviously afraid of the Ivy eyed man. "You're wounded." He stated simply, rising again. The lad's eyes widened as he pointed an accusing finger at Sarek's back. "He shot at me!" he shreiked; fear beginning to get the better of him. Sarek let out a low groan that sounded oddly like a growl, "He saw me come through the portal, I couldn't have let him get away." He spoke tonelessly his back still facing them, as if he didn't want the stranger looking at his face. Canathael knealt down to the young man again, moving slowly and smoothly. "May I inquire your name sir?" Although his dialect was odd, the lad still understood his question. He let out a low shuddered sigh, "John Robbins." He spoke lowly, his cobalt eyes still affixed to the Sarek-man's back. "John." The sorcerer spoke fluidly, giving him a warm claming smile, "My name is Canathael Merryson, may I take a look at your wound?" John nodded slowly, watching the man before him remove a small satchel attached near the rear of his belt, a madicine pack, was this man an indian healer? He looked over the fair dark haired, green eyed man. No, he couldn't have been from any tribe that existed around here. Canathael lifted up the young man's pantleg, beginning to clean and treat the wound, softly humming a tune his foster mother had sang while she fixed up one of his scratches as a boy. He found it calming, and by the looks of it, John needed quite a bit of calm.[/color][/size]