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Thread: 7:00 PM (quet314 and king_bakal)

Walking with someone is always fun but walking with someone who makes you nervous and happy at the same time is indescribable. He was ecstatic when she said that she would walk around with him, showing him the town. So far, this is going in his favor. He felt that in a way, she is starting to open up. It would be easier for him to talk to her casually now. He wouldn't worry much about messing up. Still, he can't be too careless. The town is pretty big. Let's explore the town one place at a time. He looked at her and with a light bulb moment look on his face, he proposed his idea. How about this, we go on our daily lives, you a highschool student and me a college student but everyday at 7PM, I would pick you up from school and I'll be your Knight? How's that? He paused. Don't get me wrong though, I would still love to eat sushi with you every afternoon! His heart was pumping now, things are just getting better and better. It may sound cliche but if this is a dream, he sure doesn't want to wake up. It's his first time to talk like this to a girl who has this much of an effect to him and everything is going well. He feels so blessed. Even more so when the thought of asking her number crossed his mind. He got mental blocked and was trying hard to think of the right combination of words when he saw her pulling out her cellphone. Oh. I was about to do the same. He paused as he pulled out his cellphone, also white with a transparent casing. He punched his number on her phone then stopped. He smiled at her before speaking up. I don't know if you'll give me the permission to know your number. Please, if ever you decided that I am privileged enough, please, give me a call. He returned her phone to her and gave her a bow. They resumed strolling, treating the street lamp lighted street as if it was a park. You know what? The quiet dark street, street lights, and the stars above reminds me of something. When I was a kid, me and the other kids on our block would come out and play at night. Beautiful memories I must say. He suppressed a chuckle, the nervousness was gone, he stood up in front of her, blocking her way. He patted her on her shoulder. Tag! Your it! He started hopping back like a 7 year old kid would, urging her to catch him.
Thread: 7:00 PM (quet314 and king_bakal)

She liked the idea of getting to see him everyday, and her heart fluttered at the idea of meeting him for lunch too. 7PM, she repeated it in her mind. She would need to set an alarm to prevent her from getting distracted in the library, and leave enough time to do something with her hair. After him putting his number into her phone, they began to walk again. She liked that he gave her the option to call him first, and she smiled at his formal bow when he returned her phone to her hand. She liked how he was this pleasant mix of formal and unformal with his carefree smile and happy demeanor. It felt like easing into a good book, one that felt familiar somehow even though she wasn't sure what was going to happen next. She walked in step with him, enjoying the peacefulness of the early night and the sound of their footsteps and his voice. She very much liked his voice, and she couldn't help but smile as her tagged her. She followed him with a small leap, his short strides taking up a couple long ones for her. She chased after him with her hand out stretched, her fingers barely grazing the fabric of his shirt a few times. She couldn't help but laugh as she chased him and when she finally latched onto his shirt she could only grin up at him. Tag, she stepped back laughing and nearly out of breath when her back it a lamp post. It didn't hurt if anything she used it as support. I haven't played like that since before grade school, she smiled looking up at the lamp-post and pushing her loose hair out her face. Her cheeks were flushed and she was half out of breath with a giggling grin on her lips as she turned to look up at him. She was hardly even a step away from him and yet the closeness just felt comfortable, Geez, I didn't get very far did I?
Thread: 7:00 PM (quet314 and king_bakal)

He stood beside her under the lamp-post. He was looking down at her, admiring how she looked with the bright light above her. He envisioned her as if she was a lead on a play, like a princess of some sorts. You do deserved the spotlight. He thought. Well, the important thing is that you got me. He actually felt butterflies on his stomach when those words came out of him. He just thought that there are a lot of ways to interpret that statement. He wished that she doesn't get the wrong idea. He doesn't want to spend the rest of the night in an awkward situation. You live with your grandma right? He asked her, trying to salvage the situation. Doesn't she get worried when you go home late? I know most high school kids here would be home by 600 or 700pm. Her shiny hair, her fair skin, her glittering eyes under the lamp-light. He thought. You're very beautiful Niwa-san. He just stood there, half-waiting for her to answer his inquiry, half-admiring her.
Thread: Continuation of Dark Knight Rises? MxF (Contains movie spoilers)

I also saw the Dark Knight Rises as well it was an awesome movie I loved it a lot and I can't wait till they make John Blake into Robin. I loved that spin as well Blair1216.
Thread: Continuation of Dark Knight Rises? MxF (Contains movie spoilers)

While I absolutely love the Babs Batgirl and idolize Nightwing, I can't participate in this idea. I do want to commend you, however, for noting that your post includes spoilers. I had so much ruined in the movie for me by accidentally reading clueless rants about essential bits from the movie. So yeah, bump for wanting to play a hot redhead in a tight suit with a nice-guy complex - looking forward to reading it, if you make it into a thread - and for not ruining the suspense part of a summer blockbuster.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

Looking up the woman shifted slightly there was a gathering today the festival of Horen. God of the Arcane. The one who gifted those with arcane brilliance, those at the top of society. She Shifted the white markings of Luse goddess of Healing across her eyes, and down one side of her face. Beautiful lace work that had been marked down her face with each healing shed done. Unlike those of the arcane, Her magic marked her skin. Like the Elementals and the blood mages and the other more natural magics. She shook her head pulling up the cowl over her face she adjusted the folds of her robes and moved on. She moved slowly coming from the basement where she had been praying. She didnt particularly feel like being in the festivities but the temple was about to be the center of it all. The great temple that held the entire Religious gods in massive statue form. Each one rising on a different floor, in the center all of them where depicted. And As the head of this particular temples Sect to Luse she had to be there. Soon she heard the music began to play outside, inside the great white marble buildings And she walked to the main floor and looked around the garish display. Flowers ribbons and other fancy items hanging from everything. She shook her head watching the streets as candles where lit and the beginning of the parade began. Someone came stumbling in, and she turned her head looking over. What is it child? she asked softly. Help. Came the wheeze and she walked over, moving she waved a couple of the alcolites over to help the injured person back to the chambers so the person could be helped. Hurry! People will be coming soon, and they dont want to see the ugly side of things! She ordered. The injured party can be anyone
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

The crowds weren't pushing. They were in formation, all of them, soldiers and civilians alike. Each and every human stood or moved in the same direction, towards the temple in the centre of Ezraphael, the capital. All for Horen. Crispin thought. He narrowed his eyes at the temple. What about his god? What about Pryos, the god of fire? Consumer and devourer of all things, igniter of hope and passion and destroyer of nations? Crispin looked away, there would be another time, another day in the year meant for his god, his people. At least the people were orderly, at least they knew where they belonged. He made his way to the temple proper, pushing and weaving his way through the people. It was easier then he initially thought, there was order, he liked order, formations, strength in discipline. People got out of his was, the man could be intimidating if he wished, he was taller then average, breaking 6', his eyes, though a dark brown, had a fire buried deep within them that ached to come out. He skin was darker then most people's though his hair was the color of coal, and was neatly cut short over his angular and handsome face, the lower of which was covered in stubble. He had a muscular body though he was not big, lean and athletic, yet hardened for a lifetime of wearing armor. Yet despite all of these traits it was not his features that alarmed people, but rather the badge upon his leather jerkin. A symbol of the Ezra vanguard, fire was too dangerous to be utilized behind the front lines, so they placed him at the front. He was 'Captain of the Van,' and had first bloodied his blade at the age of 17. The order that surrounded his was fleeting, the moment a shout went up he turned to see a group of Priests of the Land shuffling behind him. How the they get this far in unnoticed? He was nowhere near the main gates, the guard should have tended to them straight away. Their robes were red, stains and splotches of blood were caked onto them in different areas as they leaned on one another. Crispin made for them, pushing people out of the way to attend to these elemental priests. What happened? He demanded as he reached their side. They came for the farms...small party of them...6 I'd say...no more. So deep...so close to Ezraphael? Crispin raised his eyebrows when one of the priests nodded. One of the priests, a young one, must have still been in training, seemed healthier than the others. you there, boy! To the healer's with you, call for aid! Crispin ordered as he moved to calm those of the crowd who had seen the state of the priests.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

The boy had nodded and run away. And had come to the healers, the main level was theirs. They where to be easily accessed and the woman was caught. Leaving the Injured non magicer with her Priests she came out. Beautiful and lean. The head priestest was the strongest healer of them all. At least here. She was young Perhaps 24, then agains he'd been healing since she was 10, she'd started with animals, birds and mice - and worked her way to the villagers she grew up with, and at 15 she'd been moved and truely taught. But the lace work had started at her fingers on the right hand and now ran the right part of her body slowly but surely cutting across and over the left. She came up beside The Captian and touched his shoulder. Get your men to help them inside. To the back rooms. She ordered. She'd worry about retaliation for neglecting any form of respect later. There was no form of acknowlegement of his rank. She Showed no real Ranking to anyone. Even if they where above or below her. Get them to help get these priests into the rooms. She then quickly touched the heads of the priests muttering a quick healing Cantrip that would sustain their bodies and their souls. The white on her fingers glowing. Under the cowel the lace gained new loops across the bridge of her nose. Little tiny delicate lines. most people wouldn't have seen it - but the woman's skin was almost the color of Caramel and thus the white stood out sharply. Blue eyes focused on the most Injured man now she knelt Ordering the one Priest who'd come with her to the other side they set to work chanting - a real spell. This was not the way to start the Celebration to Horen, with death and fighting. It seemed like Luse would be getting more Praise than Expected this evening. She counted quickly When the one she and the one she and the other priest hovered around was stable enough to be moved she looked at the hovering Boy. How many priests where there? She asked. Her voice was soft - melodic. 12 Ma'am. Came the boys response. and Six are here. She muttered, Seven counting you. Yes. The boy whispered. She nodded biting her lower lip. She looked at the Captian of the Van. She said nothing.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

He pursed his lips when the healer touched him. Crispin wanted to shrug her off and just walk but he couldn't, not with a situation like this. What's more was that she was right, he had to get them out, the implications of this site becoming a common thing during a sacred festival would mean the massive lowering in morale. If the people were frightened, if they were uncomfortable in the world that the soldiers and politicians created then there would just be chaos. Crispin called his men and then moved to get the priests out of the area once the healer had given them a spell to help with the pain. He caught her eye once the boy had told her about the casualties. The death of so many priests meant that 6 or 7 farms were easily ravaged by the raiders. Crispin had to take action, and he had to do it now. The celebration could wait, especially if the integrity of all they had worked for would be compromised by actions such as these. You. Crispin said, turning and pointing to the female healer before him. Come with me. I trust you understand the severity of the situation. He said, placing a hand on her shoulder and urging her into a walk with a slight push, he kept his hand on her, pushing her forwards, though the crowd as he spoke. I'm taking a contingent of men to these farms and I want you there incas we have injured survivors. Crispin cared not who she was or what she represented, his job was the safety of the people, it had always been, and he took it seriously. There was but one single obstacle he did not want to encounter. General Grenn Daltran, the man in charge of the nation's armies a veteran, conservative and very, very stubborn. Crispin would have to appeal to him in order to move out with a few men. He hoped that perhaps the healer might also side with his view and relay the severity of the situation to the General.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

Shal turned looking at the man as he caught her with a point and arched a brow watching the Wounded ones leave. Yes I understand the severity of the situation, Captian of the Van. She agreed. One of the few ways an elementalist got as high as Captian was being good. She wondered for a moment if being headstrong and stupid helped. But she Followed him. He knew just as well as she did that it had to be handled though unlike him she had no side in this war - she healed both without question. We should hurry if you wish to stop them before they reach Ezraphel. She doubted that such a small contengency would actually come for the captial, but she also realized a small group had a much easier time infiltrating and as a Non magicer was in the back of the temple - she knew that they could get all the way in, no one as injured as the non magicer who'd asked for her help was a slave. She could get killed for hleping him as well. But, he'd be down into the lower levels before anyone realized it. She would make sure of it - or Lispen would. She followed him as he headed for the General, there was steps to be taken. But she chafed. You realize he is going to argue not to have this done during a ceremony correct? She asked.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

I know exactly what he's going to do... Crispin sighed as he walked behind Shal. You can just call me 'Captain,' my full title is not...necessary. They eventually reached a location near Ezraphael's outer wall. It's oldest and strongest defensive structure. Grenn was overseeing the whole ceremony from a podium atop the wall, shaded by a tarp that was lavishly decorated. Crispin ascended the steps behind Shal and moved straight to General Grenn's side. He saluted and bowed his head slightly. My lord, several priests of the Earth were seen in the crowed today, grievously injured and shaken. I've questioned them and had my men escort them to separate healers. they informed me...err..us, that it was a contingent of rebels that assaulted the farms to the South and killed several of their company. Crispin visibly straightened, stood taller and looked a little more stressed. I ask for permission to take a few riders and assess the situation for myself, taking this woman here...err...this...er...healer with me in case there are any survivors. Grenn snorted but didn't look to Crispin, not even when he bowed. Leave with troops? he asked in a haughty, gruff voice. During this ceremony? Never...look around you Captain....people celebrate. If soldiers were to leave if they were to be seen leaving what would that imply? It would be a small troop no cause for ala- Crispin tried to say but was interrupted. Absolutely not. Captain...get down there and back to your post. Everything must remain in order. I shall check it at nightfall. Grenn said in a tone that implied this conversation was over. Crispin gritted his teeth and bowed, retreating. He took Shal with him back down the steps and looked around to ensure no one was within earshot. Go to the stables. he whispered to her. Grab a horse and make for the main gate. It will be open. I'll meet you there.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

Before she let him leave to get his own horse she grabbed his sleeve. Mark this, Captian - I go to Heal. I do not care if they are Magiced or if they are not. If they are hurt, I will heal them. No question asked. Do you understand this? She asked him. He had to realize that the oaths she made to Luse she took very seriously and an injured was an injured be them able to cast spells or not. She had never understood the slaves and she probably never would. Staring at him the woman's caramel face with its white markings across the eyes and the right half of her face was visable in the fire. If you do not agree with this. I will leave on my own And you're services will be rendered for knaught. With that she walked away to get one of the white horses from her own stables and go to the main gates and out - Unlike him priests could do as they wished without much question. She came and went regularly to check on the outter farms. It would be odd for the head priestess of the temple to be gone, but there where priestest there who could take care of what needed to be done. Reaching her stables she pulled the horse from its place and mounted. The robes where split up the sides of both legs so that the woman could mount, the pants of white leather suple and smooth hugged her as she climbed up and the horse whinnied before it began. She came to the main gate and even out of it to the Right. Looking out at the procession of people still making their way in slowly. She smiled and nodded to one of them who paused. Where are you going High priestess? There has been some who have fallen Ill - would hate for them to miss all of hte festivities. She told the person and they accepted this. She waited still for Crispin. Biting her lip again.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

Crispin could only watch the Healer as she left, her words ringing in his head. How could he allow her to do such a thing? If he were any other man he'd have accused her of treason and taken her straight to the prisons to hold her before her trial. However Crispin was more thoughtful than that. He needed her right now and the less she got in his way the better, there was already enough riding on his shoulders at this point, his career for one thing. he didn't want to screw up with a person like this healer...even if she didn't mean much to him. He pushed the thought away from his mind and walked to the barracks where he grabbed a saddle and entered the military stables to saddle a dark brown mare before meeting with Shal beyond the gate. He urged them to ride hard and fast, the horses were breathing heavily when they reached the farmland. crispin did a quick survey, some of the barns and fields had been burnt. They're trying to cripple our supplies, outlast us...they're doing a poor job of it. He said, squinting and staring into the distance. They didn't do too much damage to the crops. He dismounted, crops were not his problem, people were. Crispin drew his blade and ignited his free hand, his usual battle stance. He approached the closest house and kicked in the door. Nothing, no people, just blood stains on the floor. He sighed and moved on. The next house, the next 5 houses were all the same. He turned to Shal. Perhaps the church? Perhaps the survivors have taken refuge in a place of peace and healing? He didn't know, he hoped she would.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

She looked around as they stood there. Finally she shifted some rubbing the broach of Luse upon her bussom. She smiled faintly as she moved into the house, The robes where more a dress than anything, belted under the brests, and a cowel that hung over her head blocking her face from someone who stood so much taller than her own 5' 6''. Her lips where laced with white lines on the right side. She shifted reaching down she found the ring pulling open the hidden hatch. Hidden only because there was a weak Earth Mage among this home. Come along Captian. She remembered Living out here. All the villages would have an underground runway - a place to run. An escape route. Hopefully they made it to the church. When you're attacked. You dont' stay above. Unless you can't move. She told him before she waited for him and his fire. It was pitch dark. Then again the villagers would know these tunnels. After he was down they started forward, her white robes and boots turning borwn at the base. Soon enough they found the Injured. Hidden under the church. She could tell by the smell that the church was a smoldering ruin. She shook her hea.d Luse Forgive them, They know not what they do. She whispered. Priestess! Someone shouted. Priestess! Oh High Priestess! Came the excited crys when someone recognized the woman. She hurried in begining with the little cantrip she'd done the first time. Captian - The fire if you would. She pointed above them. Preferably before the floor falls in. She added working as quickly as possible to get enough of them well enough to move. There was easily a Dozen. She glanced at Some of the injured, most of them children, Young ones sent to hide. She shook her head. Cowards. She muttered as she touched a child's head chanting over the boy.
Thread: Civil Unrest **TennTenshie and Eyesoffire**

Crispin looked up, and as she attended to those who needed to be healed he examined the fire above them. Conjuring it was one thing, extinguishing was something else. He could manipulate it easily as well, though that was not what she wanted. He was tall enough for his palms to press flat against the ceiling and once he did so the fire began to disappear...inside of him. It seemed to be receding into his body, as if his hands were sucking the flames in. When he was done he looked to Shal. Finished? he asked her in a slightly tense voice. Although the fire had been extinguished, there was no telling what state it left the roof in and the thing could collapse at any moment. Crispin bent down and lifted a few of the children she'd healed, one in each arm and began to walk back to the exit. I'm taking them out, we can't ride with all of them back, so just mount the worst of the wounded onto our horses. He called back over his shoulder as he walked back the way they came. Eventually he came back for the other people, helping them out, both the magic users and the normal humans. Crispin couldn't tell which from which, all their clothes were filthy and torn thanks to the raid and their hideout. When they were all safely out of the runway Crispin moved to bring his horse. Is there a cart nearby perhaps? Something we can attach to the horses and take everyone at once? He inquired to the older survivors.