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| Nickle | Nov 9 2009, 09:41 AM Post #1 |
Mighty Morphin' ModBlue!
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The winds carressed the long grass and wheat stalks throughout the fields of Dynor, making it seem as if the very earth itself was waving a greeting towards him. Well that was...fairly interesting to observe. It certainly was a change to what he'd been seeing in the past couple of years. First it was about 13 years underground without the single sight of the sun. Next it was 5 years turning tricks with some mercenaries in the Japanese and South China Sea. Then this? Well Areno had to admit the trip hadd been exciting. Being englufed in darkness, in its own twisted mashochistic way, was pretty fun. His black boots clacked along the dirt road as he walked down towards village up ahead. His pushed his black cowboy hat up with his thumb to get a better look at the place, revealing his silver hair and green eyes in the process. "Guess I might as well find out where I am." |
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| Maldaine | Nov 9 2009, 02:17 PM Post #2 |
More than a Ghost on a Shipwreck
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It had been a while since Evan actually went around and traveled. He never had the nerves to take planes, and he wasn’t a fan of cars. He didn’t mind trains but there were never a lot of times that he would be able to take a train. Now that there were so many places to go Evan actually hated the idea of traveling more. His mission in this multiverse was to try and get everyone back into his or her normal places. He liked his own home, and now that he didn’t have it he was bitter. The wind was moving through the fields of Dynor and he was wondering why he was even here. The whole reason was idiotic. He just felt trapped staying in Traverse town, and so he decided to move around. This was unlike him, and it was sort of impulsive too. He wasn’t the most impulsive person that had ever existed, that was the truth. The road was long, and he hadn’t seen anyone for a while, and before long he was standing at a crossroads. He didn’t move. He just looked. There was a village that was fairly close down one end of the roads. The road he was already on seemed to just keep going on for a while. The road heading out of the village seemed endless as well. Choices, and none of them are that great. That was when he noticed a man walking his way towards the town. Evan just looked at him, much the same way that he had looked at the roads he was traveling on. As the man came closer Evan simply said, “Which way is up?” |
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| Nickle | Nov 9 2009, 02:42 PM Post #3 |
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Mighty Morphin' ModBlue!
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Areno looked towards Evan as he heard him ask his question. Well, this was a first. The first person he'd ever met in this new world. He kept walked, till he was standing at the center of the crossroads before point up towards the sky. "I'd reckon that ways up." He then looked at Evan, "Can y'all fly mister? Tis the only reason I'd think anyone would wanna know which way's up." Areno chuckled slightly, his boredom being slightly lifted, "Now if you'd wanna know which way's north, it would be that way." Areno pointed, funnily enough, towards the town. Reason being, a rock on the road Areno just came from had moss growing on it in the direction of the town. "So that means that where I came from is south I'm guessing. That thar be east," he pointed down the road on Areno's right, "And tha' would be west." indicating to the left road. "By the way, you know where this place is stranger?" After just falling out of a dark portal, anyone's sense would be disorientated. |
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| Maldaine | Nov 9 2009, 05:20 PM Post #4 |
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More than a Ghost on a Shipwreck
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Evan wasn’t quite sure what to say. The man talked funny, but he obviously wasn’t from this place. His mannerisms didn’t fit the land that they were in, and so Evan began to wonder where he was from. It didn’t matter too much, but then he noticed that he hadn’t gotten the man’s name either. Again, he wasn’t too worried about it. Evan wasn’t the kind of person who cared for others a great deal. If they could help him out, then great, and if they couldn’t then he wasn’t afraid to leave them behind. It was a cruel reality but that was the way he looked at it. “Actually I can fly, but the reason I asked you which way was up was because I didn’t know what else to say to you,” he said with a cold tone. “I know that this place is called Florencia, but other than that I don’t really know much. I think this area is called Dynor, or at least that’s what I heard in the last town that I visited, but I can’t be too sure. I don’t trust a lot of people, so when they tell me things it goes in one ear and out the other.” Evan thought for a moment. “Why are you hear if you don’t even know where you are? It seems silly that you would travel somewhere without the thought of knowing where it is going,” he stated bluntly, but then realized that he had done the same thing. Hopefully the man wouldn’t notice, and hopefully he wouldn’t ask for Evan’s name. |
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| Nickle | Nov 11 2009, 04:27 PM Post #5 |
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Mighty Morphin' ModBlue!
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The man could fly? Man, that had to be cool. Just soaring around in the sky. Could he do it by growing wings or something? Areno could think about it later as the man finished speaking, "Well Kimosabi, to be perfectly honest I just reckoned I'd keep on walking and see what I coul find. I mean, sure it was fun being sucked and spat out of a dark portal and all, but I doubt I willing do it again." Areno folded his arms, looking around, "Dynor yah said this place was right?" He chuckled, "Now that's funny. Someone might think yah could have said Die Now or something. Kinda ironic, seeing as this countryside's far from desert or ghost town." Areno then stopped smiling, "So, those trust issues of yours. Think you could prevent what I'm saying from just passing through that skull o' yours long enough to maybe tell me what the hell just happened to me and how I can get outta here?" Sure Areno was being a bit of an ass himself, but he didn't really care. He could be acting a hell of a lot worse in this matter. Or even nicer. It all depended on how bored he was. |
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| Maldaine | Nov 12 2009, 04:40 PM Post #6 |
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More than a Ghost on a Shipwreck
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Evan scolded a little bit when Areno talked about his trust issues. They weren’t issues; they were just the way he was. Issues meant there was a cause, but there was no cause in Evan’s case. He just didn’t like people. He could blame his parents, but then again he didn’t even know if they existed anymore, and if they did where they could possibly be. Either way, he quickly scoffed off the comment and decided that to get whatever this interaction was over with. “You must have walked through one of those trans-dimensional gates. They were what lead you to different worlds, or the chunks that are left of them. If you want to get back to Traverse town, you just need to find another gate, or go to the one that you came out of in the beginning. It’s sort of complicated but you can probably manage, right?” If the guy were going to be a jerk, Evan would be one right back. Then he realized that he had sort of provoked the man’s attitude. Evan had begun to loose touch with his old self, but couldn’t really recognize it. He was becoming a lost soul. “Listen, if you want some help, I can try to get you to one of the gates, but the problem is I don’t know much about the area, so I don’t really know where any of them are.” |
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| Nickle | Nov 15 2009, 08:56 AM Post #7 |
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Areno scratched the back of his head. "Transdimensional gate? Well I ain't so sure 'bout that. Was more like sum kinda dark portal. But that's jus' how I remember it. And where in blue blazes is this Traverse Town?" Areno, having been a mercenary, was pretty well read in regards to the geography of the earth and the various places therein. But he'd never heard of any town called Traverse Town. It sounded like something out of a children's fairy tale. When the man offered his aid, Areno wasn't fool enough to turn it down. "Why I'd be much oblidged if'n you'd gimme a hand at finding this gate." His boredome broken for the time, Areno extended his hand, "The name's Areno. Pleased to meet yah." It had always been considered odd for many of the other mercenaries Areno had worked with to see him being polite at times, especially to strangers. However when the stranger was rude, often disregarding his good business gestures and politeness, Areno often had no qualms about shoving a gun into the back of the man's mouth and making him cry for his life. The politeness itself, however, was something he had adopted from his foster mother. Even today, Areno found that both kindness and force delivered pleasing results. A fine line to walk really, but worth it in the end. |
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