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Post by Kaine on May 21, 2012 11:44:29 GMT -5
She had been traveling through the thick foliage for what felt like days now, searching for some type of life aside from the flora and creatures that resided there. It had only been hours since she had awoken to this new realm. And she was not very fond of its' lushness in life. The vines and branches were either in her way, or repetitively smacking at her.
"Censored plant!" she growled in frustration, finally beginning to hack away with one of her swords.
That's it Sunshine, show that dirty little plant how badass you are! the Shade within her chided while laughing at her. She could feel herself warm at his amusement and began hacking away even faster. Just how had she gotten into this situation anyway? Her last memories were of returning to Aerie after she had helped her new-found companion. But everything else was black after that.
Her beautiful face was tightly drawn in thought as she made her way through a thick bush. It was a few bushes later that Tyrann, the Shade within her, let out a sharp whistle.
Well, would you look at that! Looks like some sweet destruction happened here!! the Shade said with some excitement. Removing her focus from the current plant in her path, Kainé gazed at the ruin before her in awe.
"What is this place?" she murmured aloud. The city looked far more grand than any that she had seen back in her homeland, even in ruin. Then the realization that she might never be able to return to her own realm struck her. What was she going to do now?
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Post by Klaus Turin on May 22, 2012 16:32:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #0077BB; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #0077BB;]DON'T LET GO.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;]YOU WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FIGHTING. IT'S ALL YOU HAVE NOW.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2ngbgx4.png); float: left;] [/style]At a time like this, Klaus really loathed not owning a machete.
For the third time, the limb of a rather unruly tree decided to lash back as he plunged through the foliage arms-first, clipping him in the temple and slicing a light cut into his skin. He hissed and staggered slightly, coming to a quick rest against the trunk of the offending flora as he waited to regain his balance.
Klaus did not like plants. Perhaps it had to do with the cold climate of Trabia Garden, and how little foliage grew there besides hardy pine trees and small weeds that clung to the cobblestones with strong arms. The color green was alien to him; the bright shades of the flowers, too, especially the ones that were monsters hiding in wait, attracting their prey with stark tones.
Or it could be the smell was choking him; so sickly sweet, the small white flowers of the tree he stood underneath putting off an aroma that was far disproportionate to the flowers' size.
"Fucking trees," he growled at last, as he shouldered his way through the next copse and the immediately following thicket of thorny plants that clutched at his pant-legs as if wanting him to stay with them forever.
He stumbled onto what seemed to be a small animal path, winding down further into the gigantic crevasse between the mountains of the range. Hugging the side of the path, as barely twenty inches separated him from a steep fall into the abyss (or the decaying trunks of millennium-dead trees, whichever came first), Klaus lurched slightly as the tip of the lance attached to his back caught on roots dangling down from the cliff face.
He really didn't like this. At all. But when rumors of a small "settlement" of scientists began to circulate, those rumors hinting at the need for someone to take care of the monster infestation lately, he had jumped at the chance. Far better prospects than what he had been seeing, for sure.
The path sloped upward, and he climbed the hill with relative ease, though stopped short once he reached its apex; he could see, in front of him, the rise of vertical stonework. Ruins, of a spectacular city.
Between him and his destination stood a young woman, scantily-clad though armed. Her quiet inquiry to herself was, perhaps unexpectedly, met with a response from himself.
"The Paddra Ruins," Klaus said bluntly, stepping past her. "At least, that's what the rumors say."
He didn't much care if she chose to respond, for he kept walking, dodging a low-hanging branch as he made towards his goal.
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Post by Kaine on May 23, 2012 2:02:16 GMT -5
The sudden appearance of the male surprised Kainé enough to jolt her into motion; stepping backwards and almost falling head-over-heels. She regained her balance easily, but a warm rush of embarrassment heated her face in spite of the fact.
Being caught off guard was something she despised. Also, it didn't speak well of her capabilities as a fighter. Although some might argue that with the drastic changes she was undergoing, it was understandable. But in reality, any sort of fighter would be more aware of their surroundings. Gripping the hilt of her swords tightly, she hurriedly followed after him, burning with self disgust and unspoken inquiries.
"The Paddra Ruins? What the hell are those?" she barked, cutting at branches and other fauna that threatened to lash out at her. She narrowed her gaze on his back in a mix of anger and.. fear? Her stomach twisted as an unexpected surge of anxiety washed through her. Was this what she was reduced to now? Her fear was threatening to rule over her. At the realization, her irritation spiked and coarse words began slipping off her tongue.
"Where the hell am I? And who the fuck are you?!" She stomped like an angry and unsettled child now through the dense thicket, cutting down a path after the stranger. Gritting her teeth, her face was set in a fierce and determined manner. Indeed she was playing tough. But anyone could see that her anger and coarse vocabulary was a veneer that she hid behind. Though she hadn't realized nor cared if she was seen through. This was her defense. What had shielded her weak self from her harsh reality.
That's it sunshine, piss him off. Then let's cut this fucking bastard up into tiny little pieces! the Shade within chided before laughing malevolently.
Shut the hell up, she thought angrily at Tyrann. She really didn't want to hear any of his input at the moment. Or ever for that matter.
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Post by Klaus Turin on May 25, 2012 21:53:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #0077BB; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #0077BB;]DON'T LET GO.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;]YOU WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FIGHTING. IT'S ALL YOU HAVE NOW.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2ngbgx4.png); float: left;] [/style]The woman he had passed sputtered and nearly lost her footing with his sudden appearance; hiding a self-satisfied smirk in the corner of his visage, he glanced back with a single cobalt eye, pointedly apathetic. When she regained herself enough to charge after him, though, a flicker of surprise danced at the forefront of his mind. What on earth?
She caught up with his somewhat hurried pace in moments, hacking her way through lingering branches and growled confusion in lashing-out inquiries. Mostly ignoring the presence of his impromptu companion, Klaus did however take an instant to observe her unusual blades - two swords almost resembling antiquated sawblades, at least to him, currently being used as makeshift machetes - and her strange attire, once again. The climate might be humid, but to leave so much skin uncovered was extremely impractical; he was hardly impressed.
He took the complete lead again, and mostly let her angered words flow past him, as if cigarette smoke. But when the woman - no, girl - began to thump her way through the grove as if Ifrit sent to wreak havoc on the world, that was when he put his proverbial foot down.
"Would you please stop acting like a petulant child," he didn't quite ask so much as demand, whirling around on one heel to address her with a firmness to the line of his lips. "They're researching something or other in these ruins, I don't really care. And who I am isn't any of your business, so play nice or move the hell along."
Pausing a moment to let the statement sink in, his gaze sharpened even more if that were possible, he turned around again when he was satisfied that she had understood his point and began to walk again.
"If you can fight, and do a damn good job of it, then tag along if you like," he relented somewhat. "If not, do us both a favor and fuck off."
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Post by Kaine on May 27, 2012 0:09:19 GMT -5
Expression faltering some, Kainé held back the insults that threatened to roll off of her tongue begrudgingly. The man's firmness piqued her interest. Even though he'd just insulted her, she felt herself drawn to him. His unabashed foul mouth reminded her a lot of her late grandmother. It was somewhat.. comforting. So she chose to let him of the hook; for now.
"I can fight" she stated confidently, trekking after him once again.
Her negligee tickled her abdomen lightly with the ways she twisted her body around to avoid the flora. She'd decided to conserve her energy rather than waste it hacking away uselessly. And plus, the stranger mentioned the possibility of an attack in the near future.
And then there was that; calling him stranger. This was the first person that she had run into since she had awoken, so it was logical to not make him an enemy right off the bat. At least not until she picked his brain for some answers. God she hated this. Clinging to a strange man just to learn about her situation.. It was humiliating.
However her ego was going to take a back seat for now. How should she interact with him without pissing him off? Well.. why not start with the basics?
"My name is Kainé". It marked the first time she was civil with anyone in this strange new world.
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Post by Klaus Turin on May 30, 2012 16:17:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #0077BB; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #0077BB;]DON'T LET GO.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;]YOU WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FIGHTING. IT'S ALL YOU HAVE NOW.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2ngbgx4.png); float: left;] [/style]"Really," came the growl of potent disbelief - but, after a split-second of consideration, Klaus decided to take that chance. The fact that she was in the possession of a pair of swords was a suggestion towards her fighting ability; that they were unique, and seemed to be tailored to her, was also a positive detail. (There had been many of those who walked around with a sword or a gun just to look impressive, but had no idea how to use them.)
Put simply, the SeeD chose to take his own advice (for once) and "play nice" himself. He as well was displaced in this world, with no real purpose and no friends or even acquaintances to speak of.
Thus, as the sounds of irritated hacking fell away, replaced by the sound of the young woman's voice, he was mildly surprised to hear his own tenor in answer.
"Klaus. Klaus Turin." He didn't tack on a Nice to meet you or any other sort of pleasantry - while perhaps she was preferable company compared to a few examples that he could list, he found such things to be superficial; that, and it had yet to be proven whether meeting this Kainé was a blessing, or a curse.
The next words, while an apparently normal sentiment to express to a stranger, came into contrast with the growl in which they were uttered, a strange mix of bored and abjectly disappointed. "So what brings you out here, Kainé." This he more stated than asked - a mannerism that was common to him.
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Post by Kaine on May 30, 2012 23:04:10 GMT -5
"Klaus.. that's a err, nice name" she told him awkwardly. Was it really? Names were just names to her. And it didn't really sound like a bad one.. It was a normal name. For some reason, she felt that he deserved a more.. powerful or sinister name. Kainé eyed his backside thoughtfully for a name. Maybe something like... Nah, she couldn't think of anything at all.
So what brings you out here, Kainé. Klaus had asked. Wasn't that the million dollar question? His tone of voice was questionable, but she still responded politely; as politely as she could be.
"I was hoping someone could fucking explain exactly that to me" she remarked softly. "I've only just awoken.. and its seems that I am very far away from home".
Her skin was beginning to dampen and feel sticky, and she felt herself sour at the recognition. Bathing would be the first thing she would do once she got out of this damn forsaken place.
Noticing movement out of the corner of her eye, she watched a nearby critter quickly crawl up a tree as she passed, then curled her lip in disgust. She hated small crawly creatures. Putting away her twin blades finally, she continued following Klaus through the disgusting terrain.
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Post by Klaus Turin on Jun 2, 2012 14:44:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #0077BB; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #0077BB;]DON'T LET GO.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;]YOU WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FIGHTING. IT'S ALL YOU HAVE NOW.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2ngbgx4.png); float: left;] [/style]In an undeniable show of masculinity, Klaus simply grunted in response, a noncommittal answer that expressed his feelings through and through. A name was just that; a name. Everyone had one, and the social construct wasn't really that important, excepting the identity factor. Even so, her hesitant statement stirred the shadow of a memory... try as he might, he couldn't quite recall what it had reminded him of, so he let the pseudo-feeling sink back into the depths of his consciousness.
Nothing to waste brain-space or breath on, he thought.
When Kainé next spoke, he couldn't help but glance at her; while determined to treat the situation objectively, her abbreviated tale was similar enough to his own to set him to wondering. However, he didn't say as much; instead, a brief "Mmm," dropped from his lips, and he turned away, kicking a small rock out from under his foot and shoving shoulder-first through a copse of trees.
We're not in Galbadia anymore, he almost quoted, a line from a movie popular back home that he somewhat remembered, but Klaus wasn't particularly in the mood for cracking a half-baked joke. Though, even the appearance of the thought went to show that perhaps he was taking a shine to his impromptu companion.
"Sounds like there's work to be had down here," he said, by way of explaining, or answering his own question. "Lend me a hand and we can split the cut, how's that."
From a mercenary, such was the most generous of offers.
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Post by Kaine on Jul 3, 2012 17:23:36 GMT -5
His reply of "Mmm" was a bit lacking for her taste, but it told her that her situation wasn't uncommon. Which was odd enough. How could waking up in a land far from home, with no memory of arrival be any sort of normal? Unless she was drugged.. but that was nearly impossible. No one from her home land would dare to attempt such a feet.
In mid-stride she paused to untangle a stray branch from her racy neglige. Kainé gingerly removed the nuisance with haste and made sure that there were no snags in the thin material. God forbid that she snag her clothes out here in BFE.
Split the cut? she wondered at Klaus's comment.
"What?" she replied, then charged into the copse of trees he disappeared through after him.
ooc ;; I'm so sorry for disappearing and taking forever to post! >.<
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