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Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

He eyed her up and down quizzically, wondering if she was a person he could trust, and contemplated if he really had any choice at all. She had a friendly enough look to her, but those dark lips of her almost seemed to spell a different story. There was another feeling that he couldn't shake, as well. The scent of trouble on her overwhelmed the wafts coming from his bowl. Wondering if it was just the day's stress getting to him, he took a quick peek over the shoulder, at the lady on his other side. This one seemed normal enough, but for each inch his neck turned, he felt a sort of dread like he was turning his back to a lion. I think that I shouldn't. He finally replied, addressing her again. But yet, his mind lingered on the subject, about how he was turning down the first act of kindness that he had received all day. He mentally battled himself, recalling that he had a similar dread yesterday, when he had checked into Ferryment's inn instead of heading to the temple, one that took a couple brews to suppress. Of course, I do many things that I shouldn't. He placed his soup spoon onto the table, and extended his hand to her. I am Trison. Trison, the kind of guy who agreed to sleep in a stranger's room whose name he didn't even know, who couldn't follow his heart even when it beat at his chest like a drum.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Her face changed subtly but perceptively as he spoke lips curling down in disapproval when he denied her and back upward when he finally accepted. She reached out a slender hand and firmly clasped his. Lilliana Ahtaer. She realized that he hadn't given her his last name, but her Elven heritage had engrained in her the need to display hers.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

It is nice to meet you, Lilliana Otter. He realized his mistake, hardly having mastery of the Elven tongue and its inflections. Etter. He tried again, not getting it quite right. He took a deep breath to himself, and attempted once more. Ahtear. He shrugged to himself. Close enough, though the girl might not have appreciated his butchering of words. Well, I never did have a silver one of these, he commented, as he took a seat again and grasped at his spoon, to finish the soup. Once he managed finish the bowl off, giving a decent display of his lackluster eating etiquette in the process, he engaged her in conversation again. He had several questions about who she was, as she displayed a warmness he found curious, the type that he wished others shared and yet had never mastered himself.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

As much as she disliked the sound of her name being butchered, there was something a little charming about the flustered quality of his attempts. He seemed determined to get it right, and eventually, he did. Her dark lips swept into a little half-smile, and she chuckled low and musically. How does a fellow such as yourself find himself at a hole-in-the-wall in such as this? She asked, forgetting about her own cabbage water for the moment.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

A hundred different answered entered his mind as he pondered how to answer her. Most of them exemplified his dismal view of the world, as if all of the fortunes he would ever know had been expended by now, and only a sour existence was left. He could tell her that it was by walking, of course. Bad luck. A missed opportunity. Managing a favor for a friend. Being a glorified errand boy. Going back far enough, it may have even been because he pissed his father off badly enough one fateful day. None of those really seemed appropriate to share with her, though. It looked like the warmest place for a poor traveler. It may have been my own mistake, to make haste rather than be cautious when the snow came. But I've made worse decisions, before. Today could have turned out much more badly for me, if it were not for you. He thanked her, on the outside, but really, he had just avoided giving her question a meaningful answer. He wouldn't have called his mission secret, exactly, but it wasn't as though it would be appropriate to brag about who he rubbed elbows with, even if he were acting far more of a servant than an equal.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

It seemed like a perfectly evasive answer, but what was she to do? Tell him she was sure he was on to something more specific? Instead she nodded, listening to his explanation. I'm pleased to do it. She told him, still bearing a fragment of a smile. It's really no extra work on my part. And you seem like a nice enough fellow.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Nice enough fellow. He mused on that word, 'nice'. Well, he conducted himself with some meager level of social etiquette, perhaps an accomplishment for a man who spent more of his time outside of civilization than in it, what with his wilderness explorations and all. It had made accepting his current task that much more difficult, two months past. He would have had better luck discovering fifty new herbs, rather than obtaining the five items that were on his list. He didn't realize how rare they would be, at first it seemed so simple, and more of a handout to him than a real job. He expected to be told their locations, in some far-away places off of any beaten road or even beyond the land's borders. He could travel faster than many, he assumed, at least at a cheaper rate than those who employed arcane tricks or mechanical contraptions. Instead, he was met with a shrug, and it was up to himself to find both what and where they were. The only aid that he had been given were five tiny pins. He was told that he would know when he had found one of the right items by scratching the appropriate pin against it. It was spoken in of generalities, but he was promised that the reaction would be clear. He was concerned when he was not promised that the reaction would be safe, but he was ushered away soon afterwards. The Glaucian Rosehips weren't too bad, and he would probably be in a much better place had he been in a different season. It pissed him off now, to be sure, that he was empty-handed, but if he were to send a letter, mentioning he had been delayed by at most six months, it could all be behind him and he would return during a much warmer season next time. He also had a pretty good lead on the next one, the silk of some darned animal he could never pronounce. He had an acquaintance who knew of a sorceress who carried some from time to time, and had a habit of visiting Istral Lake for an upcoming holiday of the region. He had left Ferryment in haste, but still, even in a roundabout way, his current path could get him to Istral with a few days to spare before the event. He knew nothing so far about the Fairy's Tear, save that it couldn't possibly be as literal as it sounded. The fourth item was a complete oddity to him. There were markings on the paper, but it was not in his language. He was told it was an ancient word, there was no translation for it these days. Trison decided he could cheat on that one if they didn't know what it was, he could deliver anything that seemed unusual. In the back of his mind, however, it was the Umbral Crystals that gave him the biggest sense of dread. He mouthed the words, and even going through the motions without voicing it made him feel uneasy. He had only ever thought of them as in the children's fairy tale, but he had been assured that they were real and that he was to retrieve two. He thought to the story, how touching one would damn the fool who put their hands on one to ten years of nightmares, and then wondered how bad it would be to then take a second one.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Lilliana watched the man fidget and seemed to move his lips in what looked like a silent curse. She was certainly not a professional lip-reader, and didn't fancy herself a particularly good one. So what she caught looked something like, Umbrella Minstrels and that couldn't have been right. Are you alright? She asked, tilting her head slightly, still studying him. This man grew more and more curious as they continued to sit at the table, and she found it fantastic that she herself hadn't said much of anything.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

He blinked a few times, when her voice returned him to reality. He instinctively patted at his pocket, as if somebody might have slipped their hand right in and taken his list from him while he had zoned out. He could still feel it crinkle, right where it had always been. I'm fine... he replied to her, slowly. He knew of people who would get lost in the past at some points. It felt strange that he was getting lost in things that had yet to happen. Just thinking of a task that feels too big for me to complete. I should just focus on now, instead. He wiped a drop of sweat from his brow, wondering if it was from the heat of the fireplace, or his own dread. Regardless, the solution seemed to be in his cup, and he took a big swig from it. He would have preferred anything else, but water was what he had. His nose crinkled, at the thought of craving even a child's drink like juice or milk right now. He needed to get away from himself, at the moment. I don't know much about my savior of the night. What can you tell me about yourself, Lilliana?
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Lilliana nodded the feeling of an insurmountable task so much bigger than oneself was not one that was alien to her. She too had many things to do before power could be hers, and sometimes it overwhelmed her. At those times, she had to metaphorically pat herself on the head and reassure herself that she was capable. It was not a scene that she welcomed an audience for. It had been her turn to zone-out, but she had come back to Earth at the sound of her name. What could she say? Nothing about her quest, surely. Though he was probably not keen on the use of magical items. There weren't many who would know what the Silk of Argaine even was. Perhaps she was overthinking things, and he was waiting for an answer. Well, She began. The Ahtaer Clan are mostly trade and craftsmen. I think we've crafted everything from cartwheels to fine robes. I'm just out looking for new and unique materials to use.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

A sigh escaped from Trison's lips when she detailed her family business. For a moment, he had hoped that her family traded in spices and herbs, and that he might have an easy shortcut from his predicament. Instead, it seemed like she was more interested in processing materials, rather than harvesting or collecting them. That was silly of him to wish for, and quite unlikely, but for some reason he found himself continually daydreaming while he was around Lilliana. In fact, that last part sent his mind spinning again. He just so happened to be gathering some unique materials, at least he intended to. He wasn't sure what exactly was the worth of everything that was on his list, but Umbral Crystals are still crystals, right? Maybe taking one extra and being thrice-damned wasn't that much worse than being twice-damned, especially if his pockets were a little fuller for the effort. I was hoping to meet somebody who deals in just that sort of thing, actually, he spoke of the lady he planned to find in Istral. If you give me your hometown, perhaps I could send more information about that person's stock your way. I don't know what's new and not to you, but it would be the least that I could do to repay you. He wasn't sure about his need to ruin any fine robes during his trek, but maybe he could weasel a cart out of her family while he was at it. Plants and silks he could carry on his own, for sure, and tears didn't seem so bad, but he imagined up a set of Umbral Crystals, picked straight from a mine, and large enough each to be crafted into a crystal ball bigger than a man's head. The reality was they might be just as easily pinched between two fingers, but it was no fun to dream so small.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Most of my family is situated in the Shval forest area, She eplained, mulling over her words. but we've got kin virtually everywhere. She leaned in on her elbow and smiled invitingly across the table at him. What sort of things are you looking for? Anything rare or unusual? Lilliana supposed it might be a little direct to ask about the rarity of the item, but if she could get him talking, he might say something interesting. She'd heard a little of the dealer of which he spoke, but wasn't sure where she'd been situated. There were still many rare items on her list that she knew she would have trouble finding, and especially carrying.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Thoughts of the frontier, and a backwater area came to mind when she mentioned Shval, but he supposed that might have been a very human perception. Elves had many strange ways of living, and forest-dwelling just might be one of them. Most of his friends were either farmers or cityfolk, maybe Shvar was the equivalent to either of those two for Lilliana. It made him glad that he had taken the only third option available to him instead. Your family is everywhere, huh? He took another glance up and down her. I don't think so, not the places where I have often been. I don't exactly hunt for them, but I've come across another elf or two. I think I'd remember one who was fortunate enough to share your features. His fingers reached into his pocket again, as she brought his mind to his list again. If his hand were any steady at writing, he'd make a copy and store it somewhere deep inside his pack or his boot, but right now this was the only one he had. Would you believe me if I didn't know what I was searching for? He admitted to her. Crystals, and silk, and, well, tears?, he ended with a voice that questioned himself. There's an oil made around here, that was the best one I know. After I go to Istral, I think I'm going to need luck more than I'll need persistence.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

Her eyes widened a little it might've been vague, but she recognized the list. Certainly,he could be collecting these materials for another purpose, but he might've mentioned it if it were so common place as making a fine set of robes. She had. Well, perhaps we can help each other a little more than just a room for the night. She offered, lifting a hand out, palm-up. She kept up her inviting smile, finding it easier to be at ease around Trison. She found him pretty likable, and not too hard to look at. Too bad she was going to have to throw him over in the end, one way or another.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

She had a strange offer for him, and he hardly understood her intentions. Her face didn't waver, though, and he didn't read any other signs that might signal her sincerity. He took a moment to behind his back, as if the lady behind him might be snooping and listening in, but she was long gone, having finished her meal. He leaned in closer to her, hesitant to take her hand. He had it in mind to keep to himself thus far, to get his mission over and done with as quickly as possible, alone. But people take shortcuts all the time, didn't they, he thought to himself. He leaned in closer to her, and lowered his voice, as if they were about to share a secret together. What kind of arrangement did you have in mind? It was a question meant to inch the door open a little more, but fate may have been more intent on using it to fling him over a cliff.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

She leaned in too, closing the gap between their noses so that a hand could barely pass between them. I know where to get a great store of things that are, shall we say, difficult to obtain. Certainly no one-handedd job for even the most skilled looter. If you can help me arrest the materials I need, I'll see to it that you get what you want as well. Lilliana decided to make the offer of procuring his items first, as a show of good faith. While he was busy, possibly thinking she was a fool and planning to leave her without aid once his shopping list was full, then she would have him. That is of course, if she hadn't been mistaken in what he wanted. Or if he didn't figure out the rouse first and turn things. It was indeed a dangerous game, but well worth it to win.
Thread: Rivalries, Races, Rewards (Alexander and Applepoisoneer)

A dread filled him when she made her offer, and his hand smacked right into his face in frustration when he began to learn of this girl's true nature. And even worse, he didn't find himself walking away from her, either. He couldn't possibly be thinking of sullying his reputation with a girl like this after just one small slip-up, could he? It certainly wasn't the warm room keeping him here, now. And it was just his luck, too, as history seemed to be repeating itself. When Trison met the last lady with Lilliana's good looks, she was a pile of misfortune, as well. Its always the troublesome ones that are the most attractive. Why can't a simple farmer ever have a beautiful daughter? He bemoaned to himself in a low breath. He would have raised his voice, because her answer was something that he needed to hear very, very clearly, but this was no longer a subject that would be freely discussed in an open place such as this. Are you a thief, or are you a smuggler? The difference was minute, but the stakes were vastly different. If he were caught with one, he might lose a finger. If he were caught with the other, even the fortune he stood to earn with his contract wouldn't dent the fee he'd have to pay if he wanted to keep his freedom. He had been promised not to worry about anything like the legality of what he found, at least not once he had each of the items all together. But until then, he was probably on his own. It was the thought an encounter with a sheriff who was too scrupulous for his own good, that made him falter. His fingers were nimble, he had no illusions about how useful they could be to this girl. But life hadn't eroded his own morals enough that he would freely throw in with criminals.
Thread: Pokémon:  A New Generation (Character Sheet)

Interest Check RPOOC Human Character Sheet Basic Name Nicknames Age Birthday Gender Birthplace Hometown Height ? ?? ?.?? m Weight ??? lbs ?? kg Breasts size Females only Appearance Sexuality Relationship Status Languages Alignment Affiliations Badges Ribbions Trainer Class Type Expert ------ Outfits Default Outfit Alternative Outfit Swimwear Sleepwear Formal Outfit ------ Personalities Positive Personalities Negative Personalities Flaws Quirks Likes Dislike ------ Pokemon Team Pokemon 1 Name Pokemon Level Gender Held Items Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 Accessories Appearance Pokemon 2 Name Pokemon Level Gender Held Items Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 Accessories Appearance Pokemon 3 Name Pokemon Level Gender Held Items Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 Accessories Appearance Pokemon 4 Name Pokemon Level Gender Held Items Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 Accessories Appearance Pokemon 5 Name Pokemon Level Gender Held Items Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 Accessories Appearance Pokemon 6 Name Pokemon Level Gender Held Items Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 Accessories Appearance ------ Extra History Bio Pokmorph Character Sheet Basic Name Gender Species of Pokemon Height ?ft ??in ?.?? m Weight ???lbs ??? kg Body Type Breast Size Females Only Hairstyle Optional Hair Color Optional Appearance Sexuality Alignment Languages Accessories Optional Captured by Trainer, if yes, who? Previous Evolution, if none, put NA ------ Outfits Default Outfit Alternate Outfit BeachSwimwear Outfit ------ Personalities Positive Personalities Negative Personalities Flaws Quirks Likes Dislike ------ Battle Nature Fighting Style Battle Strategy Held Items Characteristic Level Move 1 Move 2 Move 3 Move 4 ------ Stats HP Attack Defense Sp. Attack Sp. Defense Speed Total Optional ------ HistoryBio History Bio
Thread: Pokémon:  A New Generation (Character Sheet)

Basic Name Nieve Japanese Name Yuno Gender Female Species of Pokemon Weavile Height 5ft 11in 1.80 m Weight 107.5 lbs 48.8 kg Appearance Sexuality Bisexual Alignment Chaotic Neutral Languages English and French Accessories Kunai holster bag Captured by Trainer, if yes, who? Lily Pines Previous Evolution, if none, put NA Sneasel ------ Outfits Default Outfit As seen in Pic Alternate Outfit As seen in Pic BeachSwimwear Outfit As seen in Pic ------ Personalities Positive Personalities Calm, Protective, Loyal, Hardworking, Athletic, and Determined Negative Personalities Aggressive, Quick-tempered, Naughty, Disobedient, Troublesome, and Sly Flaws Uncontrollable strength, Unusually high attack and speed, Quad weak to fighting, sometimes refusing to obey, poor judgement to humans, lacks usage of special attacks, very mischievous Quirks Uses Physical attacks, Attacks opponents brutally Likes Tamato and Liechi Berries, and being loyal to other Pokemon Dislike Perverted males, Pokemon being abused, Pokemon Hunters, and Overachievers ------ Battle Nature Docile Fighting Style Brawler Battle Strategy Timing Held Items Griseous Orb fused to back Characteristic Likes to relax Level 100 Move 1 Power-Up Punch Move 2 Ice Punch Move 3 Attract Move 4 Night Slash ------ Stats HP 299 Attack 301 Defense 191 Sp. Attack 134 Sp. Defense 219 Speed 310 ------ HistoryBio History WIP Bio She seems to be not like any normal Weavile, but rather an odd one of some sort. It's not the coloration that might seem to be rare, she can also learn movesets that normal Weaviles can't learn naturally, and it's still unexplained how can she learn all this even though that no Weaviles can't do, but it could be that she was experimented on. For example, she can learn High Jump Kick, Sky Uppercut, Ice Ball, Power Gem, and Dual Chop are the moves that she learn, despite it's completely out of the norm for her to learn such things.
Thread: Dinosaur Zoo  [BumbleBumbleBee+Wiki234]

Velociraptor Khaleesi darted around the enclosure, her cries filled the air. She didn't want to be in here and there were these things that brought her and others her on sticks with ropes, they were pale and had hands and arms which was odd to her but at the moment she was jumped at the cement walls, trying her best to get out and jump up the walls. Carnotaurus Lilith, in which she was dubbed by the humans, head butted the walls angrily. Why was she in here? She was just free and then these humans appeared and took her to this place it was weird and she did not like it at all! Tyrannosaur Tesra stood still in her enclosure, she didn't make a noise or anything and all she did was sniff the air. She was still quite young and was very curious about this place as she sniffed the small trees and ground around her and then she investigated the walls. Spinosaurus Isis is what they called her, she was silent yet she had charged them on surprise. She almost killed the humans, but now she's dived into the water in her enclosure and only her spine was showing which was sorta creepy, but she didn't care. Saber Tooth Knight bounced on the logs that were set up, she had reached the roof multiple times but just enjoyed bouncing up and down the logs till she noticed the metal bars seperating her enclosure from another's and immediately went to investigate it