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Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

That was actually met with a less then thrilled reception from the nymph like female. In fact, she twisted her form and used his own momentum against him. She wasn't slammed into the ground. Oh no, she made damn sure that he took the impact. It was only when he tried speaking again that she relaxed. The male had already irritated her and a pissed off goddess was something no one wanted to deal with. Sneering, she released him long enough for him to look over the wound. It was already closing, but for the hell of it, she slowed it's progress so that he had something to deal with. Even if it hurt a hell of a lot more then just healing naturally. Hissing, she leaned back against the cool brick wall while he stitched up her side, her hands holding up her torn silver halter top so that he could access it. Let's get something straight, human, she gasped between stitches. I don't like pain. It sucks and you know it. The next time you're feeling a little frisky with that gun... point it at your own foot because that will cause a lot less damage then what I'm planning. Closing her eyes, she breathed in a sigh. He was so warm. That's one thing she liked about the humans. They were natural and warm and so earthly. Not that she was an unnatural, cold creature. It just felt nice to be with someone living for a change. No shit. Turning her eyes upon him, she forced a smile. I know you aren't normal. You react faster and take more damage then any man has a right to. As for why I brought you here... it's simple. You pulled a gun on me and I overreacted. Just a bit. Trust me. Things could get a lot more nasty here.
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

Be on your way I need to tend to my self... he said nodding before turning away eying a boiler room down the ally. As he walked he unclasp his flack vest with a grunt, and the compression harnesses built to keep him from bleeding out when stabbed or shot. Instantly the smell of his blood could be taken in to account as he entered the dark damp room. Still wired out in the dimension he shook his head. In seconds he was only in his combat pants, boots and lower gear. His strong body shown to the world. Two deep slices ran from left hip to his mid chest. Already he started to grab a can of adhesive that was nothing more then spray glue. Fucking odd creatures, hard targets, Twelve in one night.. He hissed as he lent against the moist brick wall
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

You know that's not going to earn you any sympathy, right? I couldn't care less that you had a bad night. She had followed him down the alley and watched as he undressed himself. It was somewhat interesting. He did have a half decent body for a human. Still, she was starting to rethink her entire reason for being here. Just why had she targeted him? At first, she thought it was because he followed her, but no. He was after someone else. They just happened to be in the same place as her. Tilting her head, she stood on the other side of the alley with her arms crossed. What's your name?
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

I dont have a name. Im Number one hundred and fifty six. You are target two hundred and thirty two. He said in a near mono tone as he pulled out a small clip of paper. He smirked then eyed her. And you are irritating me. He growled moving fast to pin her to a wall not yet grabbing his knife. I can skip a few numbers. He hissed as his eyes seemed to change to a more silver as the Adrenalin started to coerce through his vain.
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

This time... Persephone allowed him to take her by surprise and slam her against the wall. Her teeth rattled and her skull ached, but that didn't stop her from lifting her knee and planting it firmly in his groin. The sharp jerk should have caught him off guard. And considering that he striped off most of his armor, well, she assumed he had balls like any other male. The blow should have been enough to take the wind out of his sails. Idiot. Do you think I would allow a mortal to hurt me again? You got three shots in... I think I've more then earned my turn. Rolling her shoulders and cracking her joints, she smirked at him. The look in her eyes was cold, but the message in them was crystal clear. This is going to be fun. Flicking her fingers, she beckoned the shadows again, but this time, she had more control. They wrapped aroud his wrists and ankles and just for the hell of it... they looped around his neck. With luck, she trapped him.
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

With a muffled groan he fell back only to be taken by the shadows. With a groan of protest he started to fight a little to no avail. What do you-- want from a worthless being like me... He whispered no longer strugelling. Kill me please... end my cause.. His voice was firm yet almost downcast. I am a man-- trained as a machine in perfection. I know nothing other then my trade skills...nothing... He continued as he calmed his breathing to the best of his ability
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

Funny, real funny. Her voice was absolutely devoid of emotion as she turned upon him. Narrow those eyes upon him, she raised a hand to manifest something... not very nice. It looked like a cousin to the bullwhip, but sized in such a way that it looked just right in her hand. The long leather whip ended in a series of stripes and each one was tipped with a silvery bead. If only to inflict more damage when used. The funny part is... Persephone needed her hands free to conduct her shadows, but with him finally subdued, well, she relaxed a little. Smirking, she listened to him while fingering the hilt of her weapon. You aren't going to die, but you certainly deserve it. All those people. Have you ever thought about whether or not they were innocent? Chuckling softly, she moved to him. It was almost too perfect that he striped to his waist for her. With a twist of her twist, she had the shadows suddenly turn his back to her. Gently, she ran the leather along his supple spine. No pain... she just caressed him while speaking. You dare to attack me and then act like a kicked dog? Baby, I'll show you a whole new world of pain and in the end... you'll be licking my boot. And to think I wanted to be nice... nah, I think this will be more fun. Got any last words?
Thread: Drago X Game over ( In the shadows)

Are you so much a fool to appear behind a soldier who is ending what is said to be immortals, vampires, and their contacts.. He growled. A soldier who is in pain and has nothing but a mission. You think you can hold me like this for long... He said growling. As he did he bit down on something in his mouth. Only one second of a fast beeping could be head before the gear of his behind her exploded . The second he was free he rolled and found two pistols in his gear and aimed fast. If you wish to talk talk.. Otherwise I will kill you. I shot because you where a threat... He whispered referring to how she touched his skin with her lips.. Her whip was nothing compared to the alien touch she gave in the shadow of the ally for that moment.
Thread: Looking for an Artist

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almost done with the sketch, another day or so and i will revial it to you so you can decide if i should continue or not.
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Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

It had not been long over a month since she had stepped past the village's ancient magic gates and never turned to look behind her. Her first recollection upon awakening into the world of Ivalice was the warmth of the dawning sun on her face, the cool tide of open wind from across the plains, the oceans breathing gently against her cheek. When she had reached the edge of the land she looked up and saw the reflection of the water against a clear and inverted bowl of azure overhead, no canopy cover. Her eyes bore witness to saw how the sky went on for an eternity. Love at first sight. When she first traveled within the vessels that sailed the skies, the blue embraced her. It had been an experience and feeling indescribable. Even now, as she was grounded and merely worked, finding odd jobs hunting bounties and repairing sand clogged vehicles, her goal was to touch the sky again. Just another ride in the endlessness, and another, and another. Learning about Ivalice and its people and races, its history and cultures. Learning about herself and her dormant interests brought to life with the rebirth she had chosen. But birth itself was a traumatic event, and her new life was not without its shortcomings. Gil was scarce, Viera were not common upon the roads of Rabenastre despite all its varied populace. She also had many talents, few places to put them forth in the adequacy they deserved. The Humes had a tendency to stare. So long as they did not bother her, they got along fine with a certain degree of isolation. There were shortcomings, surely, but she had chosen them. It was still incomparable to the former lifestyle she led. On some portentous day during her usual visit to the bounty board, there was a more peculiar sign that had been not authorized and posted. It spoke of adventure and great rewards in cryptic tones that spelled trouble and danger, mentioning a shipwright's guild in Archades. But other than that, it was vague. She took it with her, of course.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier stared down into the large crate on the landing pad beneath the Strahl , his expression showed regret. The mithril helmet of a judge sat amongst the chocobo hay that packed the crate. The final symbol of his old life as a judge. With a breath he laid down the last piece of wood on the crate, nailing it in. So ended his career as a judge, it was time to be a sky pirate... After securing the crate in his ship's cargo hold he came back down the ramp, running a hand through his hair after the work. His old armor was heavy, it had been a heavy burden too, dealing with his father... He forced himself to grin cooly, patting the gun at his side assuredly. He was docked in a major docking port, airships flew about outside of the closed port the humming engines. The first thing he had did was post an advertisement at the local tavern, hoping against hope to find some competent hands that might be willing... Or desperate enough to go into pirating in the skies. There weren't many that were suitable for the job. Balthier had run into trouble a number of times over his short time as a pirate, not like being a judge... He knew the armored protectors were on the lookout for him, under his real name of course. He was under a new alias now. He had gotten his ship and ditched the place, only taking his armor with him. He didn't know why he didn't leave it in his quarters... He hummed an old tune as he went about his large ship, it would need some upgrades. He contemplated on whether to fix it with weapons... Running a smart hand along the bottom side of it, smooth metal...
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

She had often come to the place where the airships rested. It was usually from afar that she watched, or somewhere along the sidelines. A position there was the best way to learn and hear their workings. Otherwise, when the foreign woman was not a passenger, she had little business being there in order to come as close as she would have liked. Maybe it was because she was female, or maybe it was her race. The Humes could be suspicious and possessive. Rightfully so, for it was their ship and they were valuable. Unless she managed to take an ad involving their construction or repair first, it was difficult coming too close. For now she could. It was difficult finding the proper shoes to match the arch of her feet, but her tall white sandals were subtle enough as they tapped against the steel deck along the docks. The armor of a Wood Warder was unnecessary when she was not out collecting bounties, and so she wore a simple gown, white with earthen colored sleeves and sides, the length slightly above midway of her thighs. She had donned a pair of umber capris beneath it. This belongs to you? She asked to announce her presence and intention, presenting the ad she had begotten. It was a fine ship. She had never seen its make or model before, which made it a very curious sort of prospect. Either its proprietor was a clever and wealthy designer, or possessed some sort of exclusive connection which lead to such an auspicious treasure. At the very least, he appeared to be a normal man.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier's attention turned from the glossy underside of the strahl to his visitor, a Viera. A rare sight indeed... The man crossed his arms and regarded her appraisingly, her straight up posture and feminine figure made him smile lightly. Yes, she is under my ownership, The Strahl , He gestured behind him in a wide arc of his arm, turning back to her and putting on a charming smile, I see you are interested in adventure and riches. I do hope you take your moral values lightly... Or are willing to learn to. He continued around the ship's frontal underside, inspecting the flawless coating. You see, my peculiar applicant. In this job there is no room for morals. His attention was turned back to his ship, his appearance belied his curiosity for this girl, You have passed the first test, you were willing to apply for an unregistered job, I wasn't expecting applicants for weeks. Although I must admit... He looked at her with an almost sultry eye, I'm happy with the looks of you. He complimented her easily.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Was she desperate to have taken the flier, vague and suspicious though it was? Desperate, no, curious, more likely. In the end it was ultimately the ship herself that had drawn the Viera. He scrutinized her form in a way that was more than just a idle wandering of the eyes. He made little secret of it, but it was perhaps a deeper glance than he let on. She did the same for him in her own subtle manner. Judging from his vessel alone, and perhaps the same could be said of most other pilots, this one was no ordinary Hume confined by the laws and ways of their land and cities. The things he said supported that notion. In a strange and unexpected way her intuition told her he was not so different from herself. All of this in just a few brief moments while she followed the tour along the exterior of the ship. Time would tell any misgivings. And so it would also with her parting from The Wood. Morals may be but another choice, she mused. A way of life. It was not an entirely human concept. The Viera could be said to have their morals as well. A strong distaste and distrust, a wrongness, for outside dealings and wars overall. Her 'moral values' then and now were thusly adjusted. The same could be true to happen again depending on the circumstance. Even now her trust for Humes was very little, lying along a long stretch of years ingrained without their favor. The tips of her ears brushed beneath the wing of the ship as they passed it by, her fingers touching the metal much like his had before. Her claws made not a sound or scratch with the delicacy of her touch. Her bright amber eyes turned from the hull and towards the man once more as he once again sought her. Let us hope the mere looks of me may very well beget what remains of your expectations. Your next test? She prompted expectantly, straightening to cross her arms.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier continued to smile at his new friend as she questioned him on his next trial, or rather... Trial by error. I like your mentality. The Viera have an admirable way of living life, one I could aspire to if I lived three times longer. His keen eyes went from the recruit to the piles of crates just outside the docking bay entrance, armored soldiers were stalking about, seeming to ask questions... It seems the empire was not far from being on his heels. It was time to go. But could he trust this one? Her eyes showed something of neutrality, but he could see she had a fire. Her next test... One soldier peeked inside the Strahl's docking bay, evidently unsure of what he was looking for. Balthier walked briskly, placing a hand on the Viera's shoulder, he was a head taller then she. Your next test will be combat... I need to get the ship running so that we can escape to the next city. I have weapons up in the bay of the ship, walk slowly so as to not alert our guest... He whispered to her with a slightly urgent yet still cool-headed tone. The solder was dumb, no doubt, he examined the boxes scattered about the entrance and had not seen the hulking mass of the strahl just beyond his eyes. The plattoon would soon be on the two. They started up the ramp into the ship when Balthier asked, Your name, Vieran? He asked as they boarded.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Those were very bold words for a Hume. To become like Viera. It may have been out of a sense of pride, or simply what she had known and done herself, that gave her cause to question it. While there was still much to be said and much skepticism to be held the Viera stilled her tongue. Antagonizing a potential opportunity and one that held her growing interest was not the wisest path to take so soon. Her silence on the matter might have been enough in and of itself. The comment passed just as many tangents did, though, and the true tasks and information at hand hand grew deeper by the moment. Soldiers were not frequent visitors to the place of commute except when there was trouble, or criminals, afoot. Her new acquaintance had to him more than just a fancy ship after all. She turned her attention from them to the touch laid at her shoulder and her eyes flickered to his. It was rare for a Hume to rival her height. Once she was in her proper attire it might very well become better matched. Her belongings were few but plenty for her, and she had gathered them all into the pack she bore at her back before coming. She did the same any chance she visited the Aerodome. Somewhere from the moment when she had taken the parchment from the bulletin, to the point that she followed the man into his ship now, she had become an exile twice removed. Fran. The interior of the ship was nothing like those created for bearing passengers. This one was a fighter, like her, and she was pleased with it. There was no flinching or backing down to the challenge he so nonchalantly presented in combat. Yours?
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

The sky pirate had walked into the ship's hold and looked through the crates and boxes lined up along the sides, Ah! He found the weapons cache that had been confiscated by the judges a month ago, he had been on that hold-up. Some outlaws attempting to move arms into Archadia. He took a crow bar and wrenched it open. Fran, we'll have to exchange pleasantries later, you may call me Balthier. The wooden panel of the crate fell to the metal floor of the Strahl's bay. An assortment of weapons laid in the hay before them. He smiled down at the collection and then up at her, I am the leading man in our story. He said, sticking a thumb at himself. The soldier outside, after properly investigating the crates came about and staggered as he discovered the large ship, fumbling for a piece of parchment he looked at the picture of the same ship that laid in the aerodome dock that he saw before him... The same. Sir! I've found it! The soldier ran back towards the terminal to notify his commanding officer. Balthier turned from the crate to the shout that issued outside. Looks as if our time's about to run out. Make yourself useful Fran. He smiled at her and winked, briskly walking to the doorway at the far end of the bay to get into the cockpit. Twisting a switch and allowing the ship to recognize it's new owner the engines began to hum. The Strahl was a quick ship no doubt, but it's folding wing design required it some time to get ready. Cue Final Fantasy Fight music! Edited a bit, just watched a movie that showed the Strahl's insides, no ladder.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier. The corner of her lips couldn't help but to twitch slightly at his own introduction. A leading man of a story? And what did that make her, exactly? Like he had pointed out it wasn't quite time for an interesting sort of discussion. The crate that had been uncovered offered up an assortment of weapons she had not seen or worked with since her wandering. But they were all familiar, belying a similar principle. For combat. While the pilot left to begin their departure, Fran set down her belongings to settle there, taking up a long Flame Staff from the assortment. She tested its weight by turning it in both hands, gaining some insight upon its properties. By the time a series of footsteps could be heard storming for the steps leading into the ship, the first soldier along the line was forbidden entry, bearing the brunt of a thrust from the staff into the armor of his chest. The rest either fell or scrambled to either side of the ramp to avoid the cascading effect of the fall. There was a group of them, five or so, that were gathered at the base of the steps that Fran appeared upon the apex of. This ship knows a new master now. Fran informed them, the whirring of the gravitational discs buzzing in her ears. Standing against what appeared to be Imperial soldiers did very little for her reputation, but she was no longer a stranger to disobeying the authority. So the ship was stolen. She held as much fidelity to the Empire as the Viera had for the world. Seize them! One of the masks called out, the remainder advancing again as they brandished their swords. They were met with her as the guard, jumping back down to the dock, throwing off their blows with a twist or swing from her blunt weapon. Their was no knife edge, but her turns and arcs lent her enough force to crush armor and bones if the point she struck was weak enough. Her discerning eye would judge the points that were. Despite the crates that littered the bay, it was more than enough room for her to move with the weapon she had chosen, allowing only so many to crowd in around her at once. The last man standing along the group fell as Fran launched a powerful side kick, sending the man sprawling across the dock to its entrance where another multitude had caught up and now ran towards her in full force. With the space yet to close between them, Fran hurtled a large whorl of fire at the men, turning the metal armor they wore near red from the intensity lent by the staff. That done, the pitch of the engines changed, and she hurried back into the ship while the soldiers were left to either catch up or strip out of being burned. Let us go! Fran called as she guarded the ramp before its closing, finding a bow to pick off the remaining pursuers as they came too close.