MAXIMILLION
REBEL 
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PROFILE[M:200]
"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 1, 2012 7:07:40 GMT -5
"Inner turmoil doesn't only affect ones interior, but also the exterior... Sounds like I need more ale in my system."
The rebel spoke to himself in a very raspy tone of voice; his head looking directly down at the pavement as he lazily made his way through the citizen infested streets of Toluwi. Ever since that day Ezekiel practically ran his family out of the city do to certain events he himself had no business being apart of, a very strong daunting emotion lingers over his very soul; a feeling he isn't very pleased with at that. But, no matter how he may feel when passing through this city of crime and corruption, something mystical and unexplainable draws him in like a fish on a hook. Maybe this may be the gods paying the rebel back for that faithful night? Hell, even he knows he deserves any wraith the gods bestow upon him for it. But regardless of the fact, this city calls to him and Ezekiel answers any and all calls.
"So cruel, so very cruel..."
The white-haired male whispered; strolling over to a lone bench off in the corner and planting his backside upon its wooden frame. The rebel immediately exhaled a yawn upon doing such actions. His gaze drifted over to the playing children, working citizens, and royal guardsmen. With a faint smirk, Ezekiel slowly gripped the wooden flask resting upon his left hip, removed the cap, tilted his head back, rose the flask to his plump lips, and let the devils brew make its way down his throat; the bitter then sweet taste a sensational one. Placing the flask from whence it came, Ezekiel couldn't help but remember the events back when he was a child. He couldn't help but wonder if those events had never taken place, would he be in the position he is in today? Honestly, he'd give anything to rewrite time and change the entire outcome of almost all his decisions. To be reunited with his father and siblings, he wanted nothing else. But would be still be the same man he is today if said events never occurred? He'd defiantly wouldn't be a drunkard that's for sure.
"Inner turmoil. What would I do without you?"
Ezekiel took another swig from the wooden flask and chuckled to himself a little. He was alone on the bench; not even a single soul payed him any mind; which would be exactly how he wanted it. To be left in peace while he drunk himself into one of his typical stupors. That is the life of Ezekiel; that is the life of a man with nothing to lose!
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Post by gunny on Nov 1, 2012 13:30:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;] [/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Life was really looking down on Jesu right now. Maybe it was the worlds way of punishing for disobeying his orders, and going back on his promise, and his duty. Maybe it was Toluwi's way of sticking its middle finger up at one of its organised crime acquaintances. Or it could even be a secret conspiracy concocted by the entire populace of Toluwi purely to screw Jesu over for one. In the end it didn't matter, he was forced to stay another day in Toluwi, apparently the Mask Festival thing was on and he HAD to stay, according to the women he was leechin...staying with. He had met her at the bar the other day and ended up staying the night with her. But she was fairly clingy, but he'd agreed to stay one more day.
Jesu was by the fountain now. It was fairly midday, and people were walking about not really paying any attention to him, which was good, because he looked quite odd. He was practicing with Energy. The blue particles were spewing out of a single finger and he was concentrating on changing the shape, and thickness of the particles, if he managed it they could be quite a valuable weapon one day. To create a weapon out of Energy would be an almighty endeavour, but with great rewards he supposed. The particles exploded into the air for about two meters, in a silent burst of power. Then as quickly as the beam had appeared, it disappeared back into Jesu's finger. He went over to the fountain and gulped down some of the water, it didn't matter if it was dirty he needed refreshment, the exercise had dried him up too much. He stood up and walked onwards. He spotted a man at a bench, he looked like he was drinking, or at least had been drinking. Jesu had seen enough men in this state to know what he was feeling - depression, or something close to it. He walked on over to him, turning so he couldn't see the great white tree tattoo and hopefully have less of a chance of noticing him for a royal guardian.
"You know my friend, it is not good to drink yourself to death on such a wonderful day. Let sorrow come on a darker night, with many fine women around you. Or at least with some good company." He smiled out the corner of his mouth and stood there with his hands on his hips.
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MAXIMILLION
REBEL
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PROFILE[M:200]
"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 1, 2012 15:52:56 GMT -5
"Death is the least of my concerns. Immortals have no need to fret over such trivial occurrences."
The rebel spoke; his eyes glancing over to the stranger standing in front of him. The glance from Ezekiel was a very short lived one. Taking his eyes off the stranger, the white-haired rebel took yet another swig from the wooden flask gripped ever so tightly within his grasp. But, as the container reached his soft lips only bittersweet drops slid down the gullet. Ezekiel shook the flask a few times before giving up and exhaling somewhat of an annoyed sigh. Why are the gods so cruel to this poor man? Putting the flask back upon his hip, Ezekiel stood up from the bench with even more lazy movements. His hands were wrapped around the thick strings that connected both his obsidian gauntlets together and kept them around his neck.
"Death may not be a concern, but running out of ale is my worst nightmare. Care to join me, stranger? Good company is the best company."
With that being said, Ezekiel began strolling towards the nearest pub; his long black trench-coat blowing in the soft breeze that overtook the entire city with one windy kiss. His black and some what baggy fabric jeans kicking up little traces of dust as he moved forward. And his sturdy black boots making distinct clacking sounds at the climax of every step.
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Post by gunny on Nov 1, 2012 16:22:41 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Immortals have nothing to fear eh? What a funny thing to say. The fact didn't pass by Jesu that this man was referring to himself as immortal. Jesu did not know of a race that was immortal, only long lived. Even if he was immortal, well, Jesu could soon fix that. But not to be swayed by these thoughts, he did not want to start a fight, he was here for the day, and hopefully that would be all. A good drink was always fun too. And the man was out of ale, well that was a shame, but of course there was always more where that came from. Which coincidentally seemed to be the exact same thought this man had, as he walked over to the tavern nearby. Jesu stood there for a second then walked after him. He still had his cloth shirt in his hands, though it had been soaked through with sweat long ago, and he tucked it into the fold between his hips and his trousers. He walked over to the fountain quickly and sprayed himself with water, hopefully washing away all traces of a workout. As he walked over to the tavern dripping wet, the water evaporated as fast as it had been applied. The steam rose along with trails of blue particles. By the time he reached the tavern he was dry and followed where the man had gone not moments before.
"Ahh the tavern, its good to see you again old friend." He winked to a girl who must have been not two years younger than himself. She giggled and started talking to some other girls. A man nearby did not giggle though, he looked most displeased. Jesu decided to abandon that entertainment and quickly bought a tankard of ale and walked over to his newfound anonymous friend.
WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Max
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MAXIMILLION
REBEL
SECOND
PROFILE[M:200]
"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 1, 2012 17:20:36 GMT -5
"No real surprise this place hasn't changed since I was a mere child."
The rebel muttered to himself and getting oh so comfortable at a vacant table. Ezekiel dropped into the chair, placed his legs upon the wooden circular frame of the table, and laced his fingers behind his head. Upon doing these actions, he exhaled a sigh of relaxation as the obsidian metallic gauntlets clashed against one another. His eyes scanned over the pub while his face held little to no real emotion. The people within such an establishment seemed rather cheerful and friendly; and seeing how this is Toluwi; crime central. Seeing such personalities and friendly emotions was refreshing to say the least. Suddenly, the stranger made his arrival to the table, with a nice sized tankard of ale to boot. The rebel eyed the condensation that quickly overtook the tankard. Braking his gaze away from it, Ezekiel signaled down one of the barmaids with quick hand gestures. The young lady approached with a friendly smile etched across her smooth gorgeous face. The rebel looked at the female and began talking; his words friendly and kind disregarding the fact he looked cold and somewhat hostile on the outside.
"Your finest ale. And keep it coming until I can't form a proper sentence, thank you."
The barmaid shook her head and zipped off to fetch the ale. Ezekiel looked at the stranger and smile a little.
"Drink up and let all your sorrows fade away into nothingness, my friend."
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Post by gunny on Nov 1, 2012 17:59:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Jesu sat down with the tankard on the table. He watched this mysterious man that was offering him drinks. Now Jesu was happy with a bit of mystery, he had big loads of the stuff himself. But still, the man intrigued him and made him wonder about his honesty. The way he held himself was fairly ominous if Jesu was honest. That certainly wasn't too good. Listening carefully he heard the man say something about his childhood. "You used to live n Toluwi? Any reason you changed cities, or was it an on the spurr decision?" He supped from the tankard, downing a third of the liquid. He sighed in relief, it had hit the spot and mad heis stomach cool from the days previous activities.
The waitress came over to the table with some more tankards. She was nice. In body that is. She could work his bar any day of the week...if that made sense, he thought it did, well the general gist was implied. As she came forward he beckoned to her ear so he could whisper something. She did so, and when he was finished she straightened up and slapped him across the face. He burst out laughing as she strolled briskly away. "My friend do I look like I have any sorrows to you? That women will sleep in my bed tonight, and no doubt." He chuckled to himself and watched the waitress carry on walking. The white tree on his back shone brightly in the light. It was the symbol of his presence in Toluwi, of his time spent here. The butterfly tattoo of the Heir was hidden further down his back behind his trousers, but a glimpse of that tree tattoo and any regular or citizen would recognise him. He noticed a couple of people looking right now, when he looked towards them they busied themselves. It really was quite strange he could still pick up the women, and yet people be so respectful, and a little bit fearful towards him.
He downed the rest of his first tankard and slammed it on the table. "Beat that." He ws the master of drinking copious amounts of alcohol. He could drink til the metaphorical cows came home. "So my mysterious companion, as they say in an old story I know. What is your name? What is your quest? And what is your favourite colour?" This may seem slightly odd, but as long as the man knew the story it wouldn't matter, he was simply asking about him, and who he was. A honest innocent question.
WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Max
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MAXIMILLION
REBEL
SECOND
PROFILE[M:200]
"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
Posts: 10
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 1, 2012 22:46:40 GMT -5
The rebel merely glanced over at the stranger as he asked his question. Ezekiel wasn't the type to lie, but he always wasn't the type to share such personal history with another individual; let alone some random stranger he met off the streets. Adjusting his eyes on the tall tankard of ale before him, Ezekiel rose it to his lips and let the devil substance run down to the pit of his stomach. But, right before the rebel began talking. The stranger summoned the barmaid and whispered something in her eye. With another swig, the white-haired male watched as the friendly facial expression of the barmaid turned into a very disgusted one. Soon, she delivered he swiftest of facial smacks and continued on with her work. Needless to say Ezekiel chuckled at the very events he witnessed. But the stranger remained rather optimistic and had flawless enthusiasm as he spoke about ending up with her before the days over. Honestly, Ezekiel respected that quality in another; the trait to never give up and fight for what you want. Even though the trait this very moment may be misguided, the rebel still respected it regardless of that fact.
'Sorrow; like people. Come in many different shapes and sizes. Surly you must have something that brings you emotional or physical pain? What about that strike the barmaid just bestowed upon you? Your face must be undergoing some type of sorrow after such a wonderful gift."
His own words caused him to chuckle, but the demons ridding his soul made sure he didn't forget the painful past. The rebel took another drink from the tankard; this one long and refreshing. It seemed the stranger was under the impression they were racing? Do to the simple fact he slammed his tankard upon the wooden table and shouted out a very competitive phrase. Ezekiel merely shook his head, gestured to one of the passing barmaids that they indeed needed more ale, and listened to the man before speak again. Again, more questions, but Ezekiel had no problem answering them . So, still in his nonchalant an casual position, the rebel responded to the questions one by one.
"You can just call me Max; simple and easy to memorize. My quest? To make sure peace and salvation remains across the land by any means necessary. And my favorite color? Possibly black, maybe even red."
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Post by gunny on Nov 2, 2012 12:33:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Stretching his arms backwards and suppressing a yawn that had suddenly ambushed him, Jesu relaxed into the atmosphere of the bar. He had a rare chance to really let his hair down, fully and without restraint. Normally he was forced into a position where he would drink, although not as much as he would like, so as to stay sober enough to protect his charge. Today of course, was not one of those days. He imagined his face was quite red now, with the hand print of the waitress as the shape. The comment by the man all but confirmed this. "You'd have thought that it would cause me sorrow? Please! I would not feel sorrow even if the world did see it fit to smite me right where I sit now. Although in all seriousness you are partially right, I have only come in passing through Toluwi, the thing that causes me great sorrow, is the fact I'm finding it hard to carry on and continue my journey." He started with a chuckle and ended looking slightly solemnly into his tankard. It was indeed irritating.
At least he had a name now for this man. "Well met Max, you can call me Snow." Like hell he'd use his real name in a place like Toluwi, he didn't want his old friends to have even more reason to find him, and he didn't want to involve this man with any of it. He listened to what Max had to say about his aim in life, and it sounded promising, that was always a plus. He didn't expect to find a fellow man of the Royal faction out in Toluwi, at least not one like Max. Sure there were guards but most were corrupt or members of the crime families. "A man of the royals own eh? Or are you looking to enlist in the Royal Guards?" He certainly wasn't a Guardian thats for sure, and he wasn't a royal either. So he must be a Royal Guard...unless he wasn't. Rebels were free to come and go in Toluwi, that was a point. He couldn't not be a little suspicious of this man. But he kept a happy composure, and wouldn't do anything too drastic yet.
WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Max
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REBEL
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PROFILE[M:200]
"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 2, 2012 20:26:00 GMT -5
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[/td][/tr] [tr][td] [style=float: right; border: 1px solid #707070; padding: 3; position: relative; left: 6; margin-top: 3;]  The rebel whispered to himself with the empty tankard held up to his lips and eyelids shut. Slowly, Ezekiel opened his eyes do to the fact this stranger could no longer technically be considered a stranger. Snow was his name; no doubt some type of Alias, but who was he to question it? He was just your everyday drunkard. Ezekiel fixed his lingering gaze upon one of the passing barmaids. The young lady caught the look in his eyes and it was obvious fresh tankards of ale were needed. Without any hesitation, the female scooted off behind the bar and fetched the devil brew with haste. Ezekiel sunk deeper into his chair; arms still behind head, and legs crossed upon the circular wooden table. This Snow character started speaking again and Ezekiel listened. But, the first sentence that came out of his mouth caused the Rebel to glare at him with a smirk. "Not quite."Ezekiel said; his glare dying down into nothingness almost the instant it came to be. Just the thought of becoming a Royal-Guard. Sent a chill up his spine. The Royals would never understand the meaning of peace and salvation. They are oblivious and ignorant to the true events that happens outside of their precious castle-walls. They rule over land they have no real understanding about, so how can one protect under that? Well, this may just be the rebel in Ezekiel talking, but even as a child he never understood it. Maybe he was born to be a Rebel? Who knows. The barmaid came over with two tankards filled to the brim with golden ale. The white-haired male gripped one of them, took a small sip, and spoke. "Consider me a vigilante; the hero of the land if you will. I fight for those who can't fight for themselves. I speak for those who can't speak for themselves... And I do it by any means necessary."He paused slightly then busted out into a small laugh. "And besides, drunkards like myself could do the Royal-Guard no good. The most I'd do is tarnish their good name."[/font][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by gunny on Nov 3, 2012 8:29:02 GMT -5
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"Ah ha! So your a rebel!" He toasted his glass in the air, causing some to dribble down the sides. "What a most interesting occupation. I myself am a hunter of fine artefacts. I've searched the great wastelands where the Earthen Elim reign, the deep seas where even ships may not pass. The Sisk won't let me in...but there loss right?" He laughed, it was good acting, the part of a hunter just about fit his image too. "That is part of my journey too. The Sisk had something I wanted, I was going to use it to find something else, but as it turns out I found it a different way. Hence why I'm in Toluwi. Funny story actually, I've met the leader of the Rebels. He didn't say his name, but he was definitely a rebel, and he was so strong. Had to be the leader. Didn't mention his name though. Good times." Well...not really.
"Say, you haven't met him before have you? Do you know his name so I can write it down in my hunters journal?"
WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Max
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"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 3, 2012 15:44:35 GMT -5
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Ezekiel said nothing; he simply listened as Snow continued talking. Now, Ezekiel was no doctor or scholar, but it was pretty obvious this man was starting to feel the effect of the devils brew. Honestly, Ezekiel wasn't surprised; his been drinking like a bat out of hell ever since they first made their appearance in the pub. The rebel humored Snow's words with laughs and general interest. He spoke about being how he was a hunter and journeyed all across the land looking for the rarest of artifacts. Did Ezekiel believe this? Of course not. This man didn't hold himself up as the respectable explorer type. Wait, Ezekiel thought about his words and soon realized he was calling the kettle black. Even amongst the ranks of the Rebels, Ezekiel has the most prestigious; even though he doesn't carry himself like a typical rebel. So maybe this fellow was a explorer?
"Interesting..."
Taking another drink from the tankard, the rebel continued listened to the mans words. His next string causing Ezekiel to burst out into a very jolly laugh. This fellow meeting Oster and living? Right... Ezekiel placed the tankard upon the table and exhaled a sigh of exhaustion; all this laughter made him rather tired it seemed. Looking over at Snow words escaped the plump lips of Ezekiel.
"I am indeed what you call a rebel, and a very proud one at that. You speak of meeting our leader, correct? Sorry to say, but I doubt that was our actual leader. We Rebels hold ourselves with respect and pride, so of course the man you stumbled upon seemed rather powerful; for we are all powerful in are own little way. But alas, even if you gave me a description of the man, I'd be of no use; a humble drunkard like myself can hardly remember faces let alone names. Please do understand."[/style][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by gunny on Nov 4, 2012 11:49:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]So he was a rebel, and he doubted Jesu had met their boss. Not only that but he didn't even know the boss of the rebels? Now all this was slightly hard to believe. Well despite his wants he would delve a little deeper into the conversation, just a little. "Well its a good thing that wasn't your leader, he wasn't strong at all. He carried himself like a leader, and even tried to start a riot in the city I was in. Killed two of the guards. I was busy talking to an acquaintance but I saw him kill em and start the riot. But it seemed one of the Royal Guardians appeared and put a stop to it. Now if your boss runs away from just one guardian then the Rebels have no chance. I'm sorry and all but thats the way it is. Whats more if you guys just run around killing people you aint gonna get support." He took a breath and downed some more of his drink. "Now if you want my opinion, an you probably don't, but what I'd do is get the Sisk or Elim council on your side." What was he doing? helping the enemy? Why? He wasn't that drunk was he? No.
It dawned on him. He knew why he was helping the rebels, he wanted them to usurp the King, so Archie could take the thrown. Now that was a good plan, he'd have to sort out the kinks. But if he became friendly with this Max, it may be possible to pull it off. He couldn't care less about the King, the Queen, the princes. All he would save would be Aria, Arielle, Archie, and maybe some of the Guardians. Yes. This would work. He smiled. "Now my friend, if that did not work, you could try turning some of the people at the castle into traitors. But thats much more high risk. Hmm. I'll tell you what. If you ever want to see me about something, then go to Skara, theres a small tavern there called The Worlds End. Now go there and as for a man named Snow Grey, thats my alias in that part of the world. Now I'll meet you there and give you any help you need." This was the perfect set up to dethrone the king, there wasn't any risk for Max either, there was latterly no point in killing just a single Rebel, he could easily start a fight and try that right now. "So, what do ya say? Friends?" He held out an open hand."
WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Max
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 4, 2012 21:41:56 GMT -5
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"Hm?"
Snow spoke of seeking support. Support? Support for what? Help wasn't needed to overthrow the current king; it would be welcomed with open arms if it shined upon the Rebel movement. But overall, they had everything under control. They were slowly; but surly making their way to the top. But Snow wouldn't know that, and he'd also have little to no idea behind their objectives. But, support from the Sisk or even the Elim council could move things along must faster. But why would such prestigious individuals lower themselves with lowlifes such as the rebels? Ezekiel chuckled to himself the more he thought about it. Look at him putting serious thought into something that isn't his job to do. But Snows words wouldn't end their. The fellow spoke about trying to recruit some of the Royals within the castle over to the Rebels side and blackmail them for treason. Yeah, just thinking about taking such measurements made Ezekiel's stomach turn. He wasn't the type to frame another. If it was to happen, so be it. But he'd have no part in such cowardly agendas. The rebel eyed snow with a crocked eyebrow; the fellows next string of words caused him to question who this man really was; now he was starting to get suspicious; if not only a little.
"I thought you were no more but a simple archaeologist. Yet here you are willing to risk everything just to help some random rebel you met off the street, and at a whim none the less. I don't know who you are, or what you want, but I appreciate the offer, but it's something I just cannot take. I couldn't live with myself if you lost everything do to my actions alone....I will not let that happen again."
His voice was riddled with much distraught, but, as quick as it came, it was gone and Ezekiel was talking normally yet again.
"However, we can indeed be friends. The Skara Ale is some of the finest across the land. I can't seem to find my buzz off the brew here, so I'll defiantly take you up on that offer."
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Post by gunny on Nov 7, 2012 18:10:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] Jesu had thought long and hard many times about this trip, and had devised an entire cover story for himself. He never expected to be using it in this way, but if the piece fits, just go with it. If he was honest he would love to become a hunter, no longer would he suffer the day in day out boredom of castle life. But then...was that the truth behind his own lie, he wanted Archie to become king, so he did not have to look after him? It wasn't like he disliked his job, it was a good job. But maybe, just maybe, he wanted to have a little more freedom.
"A simple archeologist? My friend you are misinterpretating the word hunter. We are lone wolves that stalk through the land searching for objects, or people of interest. This brings us against many a mighty foe. Hydra! Timber wolves! Vampires! Chimera! There are legions of the undead that just walk those forests you can only but watch. We are the strongest men and women to walk the land. Ha. Simple archeologist. Pfft. Whata fool you are." He ended up muttering the last few sentences, he may have gone slightly overboard, but he still kept the friendly manner towards Max, infact he made that obvious, it was the attitude towards the rebels that was blatantly skewwed. Jesu grew serious, "do you honestly think I'd help a rebel out of shear kindness?" he almost snarled at the man, trying to suppress his rage that had snuck its way upon him so quickly. "I have greater objectives than a simple dethroning of a king, I help you out of choice and out of want for something. Do not think for a second that I want to work with you, it just so happens you can help me get something."
Jesu relaxed into the back of his chair. "You needn't worry about me losing everything, I already have nothing to lose. However the rebels as a whole seem like they could lose a lot, their lives for instance, their families, their children, their very way of life. It's funny, you see, I can enter and exit from Skara without hindrance, my face is known, I have access to pretty much everywhere there, so is the pros of being a hunter. If you still wish me to drop this subject then I will say no more. But if you trust me even in the slightest. The rebel force, you have about as much chance of a successful rebellion, as a pig has of punching me in the face. That is to say, very little....unless its a really big pig." Jesu laughed and downed some more ale, he was going through it like it was out of fashion, but it was decent enough stuff once you couldnt taste it. He glanced once out of the corner of his eye. The waitress was leaning against the bar staring at their table, at the white tree tattoo. She new who he was. He turned round and put a finger to his lips, "shhh" he said softly, before turning to Max and chuckling, "well then? Still think you can do it on your own?"
WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Max
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"The devils elixir has never tasted so sweet."
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Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 7, 2012 22:27:34 GMT -5
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This Snow character just seemed to be digging himself a deeper hole. Even Ezekiel; the fun loving and overall friendly male was having a difficult time believing anything that came out of this strangers mouth. However, he had no reason to distrust or find this male a threat of any kind. So, if anything, his words just entered one ear and flowed out the other. But this doesn't mean the words were just water under the bridge; not yet at least. So, while Snow continued talking, Ezekiel made himself comfortable within the chair yet again; his legs upon the wooden surface of the table as he took another swig from the tankard within his grasps. Releasing a long belch at the end of the actions.
"Hm."
Ezekiel listened closely to Snow. He had his own motives and goals for wanting the king dethroned, but what were they? Did Ezekiel want to dig deeper into this mans reasoning? Honestly, did he really care? Well, to say he doesn't care is rather rude and untrue. I guess its safe to say does Ezekiel trust this stranger enough to tell him the truth behind wanting such actions taken? Yes, that's more like it. Snow has been speaking and the stories just haven't been adding up, but who was he to question it? He himself was also a stranger and had skeletons of his own. But still the question rose. And even if Ezekiel did trust this mans reasoning, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyways. Dethroning the king would only be a temporary solution. And Ezekiel wanted a very long term one; he wanted to burn down the entire kingdom and start anew. Only then could this weeping land see true peace and salvation.
"You say you have nothing to lose. Yet you want the king dethroned. So you're either fighting for something or someone. Either way, its none of my business, so let us move on."
The Rebel smiled and eyed the male before him while he continued to speak.
"You underestimate the power of us Rebels, and greatly. We take care of our own, and like normal people we also have certain things we could lose. But we fight for a better future and to protect what is precious to us. So, with that being said, we don't fight just to overthrow the Royals, we fight for each and every Rebel because they are indeed what is precious to us."
He took a another pause and finished off the fourth or fifth tankard, he lost count.
"We don't need help from any outside source; we've been operating perfectly fine over the years. And if the Royals; like yourself, underestimate our power... Well this pig will be doing more then punching."
Ezekiel didn't notice the odd movements of Snow when he fixed his gaze upon the barmaid. But he did catch more of his words. And he'd respond accordingly.
"We'll continuing doing this alone like we've been doing. And some random stranger isn't going to change my mind over this obvious fact."
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