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Post by Phoenix on Sept 15, 2011 17:41:18 GMT -5
Walking along the beach where phoenix had escaped the old cave he found his sword at, it may not be as powerful as the masters word or the trident of darkness but hey it was an ancient sword with powers yet to be unlocked. It was a sword of light, the parallel opposite of Enzair’s of which he had met so long ago before he had even found the sword. However, as he walked and occasionally kicking a shell or rock on the beach until it leaves his path he remembered the old days, the time when he had found the sword, it was an exciting journey. To Phoenix, history or at least it should be in history book now even if its modern history, but no one knew of the swords origin, no book no scroll no carvings of anything told of any such sword in Hyrule history. The best he and historians could think is that the sword is from a distant land from ages past.
Regardless his sword is nothing in comparison to the master sword or the Trident of darkness, it is the next best thing, he thinks. He could feel the amount of spells it wields, though each individual spell is still nothing in comparison to the spells the shards possess. His plan is to get the largest shard he can find from the master sword and add it to his own sword so he can confidently say his sword is truly the next best thing, along with the others who had done the same with their sword. Either way power does not concern Phoenix, it’s the fact he wants to wield something legendary, that is his dream. Phoenix wants to go down in history as a man who wielded a legendary sword and go down in history it’s been his dream from a child and it still is, so he will stop at nothing to make his sword legendary even if it means he has to fight his heart out at old age. If not his dreams are crushed and he will never rest.
However, as phoenix walked along, hands in pocked head down, and humming away he finally came to the place he came out of the cave. Looking over the edge where the water was yet lower than before he seen the rubble of rocks piled on the seabed blocking the sea tunnel that lead into the cave. It was unbothered no one had messed with it. He knew where the other entrance was but he knew it was completely blocked.
Taking a few steps, back from the edge Phoenix unsheathed his sword holding it in hand admiring the beauty of the design; it was light yet strong, when hit just right it made a lovely ring yet it would not vibrate or crack. Taping it in that golden spot the sword silently rang its tone, the metal was unknown but it made a real nice sound. Phoenix then swung the sword stylishly left and right before elegantly sheathing it back into its sheath and then sat down at the edge legs dangling over and begun to daydream becoming oblivious to his surroundings.
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Post by SILFARION LAFRENZE on Sept 16, 2011 22:35:01 GMT -5
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Unusually enough, there was a thin slip of paper clamped between the man's lips, blank, bearing no inscriptions, but a white slate waiting to be drawn upon. At a peaceful time like this, in a calming horizon, thoughts of inspiration was swirling within his mind, waiting, beckoning for the artist to get it down on paper. He felt that he could, and yet, he couldn't, so he supposed he could say that he was stuck in a tiny rut. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, so Slifer feared not, simply wasting the time he had doing just about nothing, as he had the ability to do so.
His earthly-coloured eyes had been closed in a half-daze, until the ears that blended upon his head gave a slight twitch, hearing the sound of yet another being that wasn't him. A traveler, perhaps? More than likely. After all, he was one, and he was here. Peeking his one good eye open, Slifer caught himself slightly leaning over the edge of the branch he rested on, directing his gaze through the net of leaves that obscured him, as he saw the shadow of a figure, not too far away. As it would appear, the tree he was on was elevated a bit higher from where the stranger seemed to emerge, hanging over the entrance of the cave, and of the cliff that loomed below. A light humming came in hearing range as well, as the solemn soul looked downcast, at least to the minish.
After a minute moment of observation, the stranger was observing what he could assume to be a blade of sorts, examining the blade, and even giving it a few taps. Well, being the sensitive creature he was, Silfarion couldn't help but be distracted by the charming ringing noise, and before he knew it, he found himself trying to gather himself together, so he could jump down back to land. Unexpectedly, his foot slipped along the bark of the branch, and before the cat could catch himself, he fell out of the tree, and, unluckily, over the edge of the cliff.
But of course, not even his moment of death seemed to get him into a panic, for as he dropped on by, he gave a wide waving of his arm, in order to catch the man's attention for if he wasn't looking out to sea, a grin on his face as if he was performing a disappearing act. "Heeelllooo theeere~!" He shouted, his voice fading below as he fell, the paper that was once clamped in his jaws released, fluttering in the skies. If anything, the man might think he was seeing things, hallucinating; that another man had fallen over the cliff. Without investigation, the blank slip of paper, drifting in the air, was the only evidence that it had been reality, and with a simple peer over the edge, the minish would be seen, clinging to the side of the cliff some feet down, hugging and clinging to the smoothly cool rock with a small purr in his throat.
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Post by Kylie Highwing on Sept 17, 2011 1:29:11 GMT -5
For the past long, long while Kylie had been trying to slime her way up the side of the completely smooth cliff face, normally an easy task for slime's that stuck to ceilings. But between the constant crashing of the waves knocking her down and the extremely wet surface. It was proving to be to much of a challenge. Had she been in a solid form the ocean would have crushed her against the rocks. The extreme anger after being blown off the City in the Sky, wasn't helping much either. Though it was impatience and threatening a Minish that lead to that, perhaps this was just an overall emotional problem. When she got back up there that Minish would die.
But the persistence payed off as an opportunity for escape presented itself about mid way up cliff face. A set of dangling legs that would provide a dry surface to cling to. It may have made more sense to change mid jump and grab onto his legs. But after so much effort Kylie was already to tired to try something of that level. Instead jumping from the wall Kylie took on her plain female slime form as she wrapped her arms around the dangling legs. Praying that her weight wouldn't be to much for the body attached to the legs to stay held up and beg not to be dropped.
"DontDropMe DontDropMe PleaseDontDropMe."
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 17, 2011 23:35:41 GMT -5
Phoenix’s imagination drifted off to a dream he had last night before coming here, it was a dark dream of monsters unlike anything he had ever seen or heard of, monsters of darkness hoards upon hoards of them, yet only so few to fight them, yet those few were legends on the battlefield. There was one he took notice too, it was fiendish, dark, its weapons were… Phoenix was suddenly interrupted when he saw what he thought was a person falling and waving at phoenix with a smile and said ‘hello there’ as the person fell.
“Hu?”
Phoenix snapped out of his daydream and looked around for a moment he thought his imagination got the best of him until he saw a piece of paper drifting in the air. He watched it for a moment before the wind took it away; phoenix was about to go back to daydreaming thinking it was just his imagination getting the best of him, and then he heard what he thought was purring. Phoenix then looked over the edge at first in the water then he realized a man clinging to the side of the cliff some distance down. However, it was not all he had noticed he noticed… something clinging to the man’s leg, he could not make out what it was, a slime something.
“Um, you got something on your leg…” said phoenix almost disgusted, but when it spoke, he was surprised “make that someone, hang on I’ll be right back.”
Phoenix got up and turned around while pulling out his sword then headed off towards the tree’s, and chopped a fresh branch long enough to reach down so the guy can climb up it. He sheathed his sword, went over to the cliff, and lowered the branch down so he can phoenix sheathed his sword and picked up the branch pulling out a knife and cut in some grooves to improve grip on it to make it easier to hold onto. He then put away his knife and headed back over to the cliff and laid down all the while hold the branch down the cliff so the guy can climb up it, but by total accident, he lowered the branch rather quickly smacking the other guy clinging to the cliff.
“Sorry about that,” said Phoenix as he held onto the branch.
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Post by SILFARION LAFRENZE on Sept 18, 2011 22:31:39 GMT -5
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If he was surprised, it did not show in his face, as the minish glanced down to see a jelly-like figure holding on for dear life. Something clearly not human, yet bearing a human form at the same time. Well isn't that interesting? The lynx would muse, before hearing a voice from above. The man had responded!
"Right on, sir!" He called up, watching as the stranger left, probably to find something to help him up. As a cat, he could have probably easily scaled the cliffside in a flash, but you know, the man was generous enough to help, so why not let him have the privilege of doing so? While in wait, the minish glanced down towards his unexpected companion, when he felt a stick jab him atop his head, causing him to glance up, and grab hold of the object through instinct. "Well, hello there~" He continued to purr, mostly to the stick, giving it a light tug to see just how secure it was. "Alley-oop!" He signaled above, proceeding to make his way up the cliff, deftly clambering over the edge to safety, also placing his leg in a more open space, for the strange slime creature to release itself as well.
"A great service, you've done, my good man!" He cheered, almost literally, for the male who had helped the duo up, and his gaze returned to the slime, as he pointed a finger in its direction. "And you there! How did you suddenly apparate upon my leg! Wizardry?" He paused, as if in thought. "Or perhaps you are some kind of ocean dwelling spirit, so captivated by my presence that you wanted to drag me out to sea forever?!" The lynx let out a laugh. "Unfortunately, I can't waste my time drifting in the seas for you, my apologies!"
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ooc: bit of a rushed post, as i'm trying to finish an essay i lost motivation for, but a post nonetheless. 'f anything's wrong, give me a shout, of course. xD
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Post by Kylie Highwing on Sept 19, 2011 19:32:44 GMT -5
Kylie was a little agitated about being called a 'something', though that really was what she was. But was relived to be out of the water and laid on the ground exhausted. Her slime beginning to slightly pool around her. Arms crossed over what would be her breast outline. Though there wasn't exactly an area to hide since they where just rounded and smooth mounds of goo.
The other man on the other hand helped ease that agitation by taking aims at what she was rather than just a 'something'. Though he talked quickly and jumped to some bizarre conclusions, Kylie liked him so far. Considering he had sort of answered his own question it seemed, she was a little at loss for what to say.
"No...i'm not....a ocean dwelling spirit that is. As captivating as your presence may be.....I have no intention of staying with you in that dreaded body of water forever, right about now i have no intentions of going back actually." Turning to look at the other man who didn't have a tail. "And thanks to you I suppose for assisting in my rescue from it." Turning back again to the Minish. "If your legs hadn't happened along I'm certain I might have been forever out to sea myself."
Speaking of those legs, Kylie took a look at them and found that she had left quite a bit of her slime on them. If she could have blushed she might have. bare, slimy, wet, and having just left some kind of bodily goop on her rescuer who wouldn't be embarrassed?
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 22, 2011 20:20:37 GMT -5
Once they were up and safe Enzair tossed the stick into the sea and turned around as he brushed of the dirt from his clothing then walked over to the two. Phoenix noticed the man was not quite human but a he suspects he is a Minish, he noticed ears atop his head but more noticeable was his tail, and then that slim girls… well slim on his leg.
This reminded Enzair of one thing, the slim that is. One time while exploring a cave Phoenix came across a black slim, the other two reasons it was different is that it seemed to drip upside down before it disappeared and the pool of slim never seemed to get smaller, it looked like slim dripping from the roof yet on the ground, without ever growing smaller and that fact it disappeared into thin air. The second was that when he touched a small glob of it floating up before it disappeared he felt a sudden presence of evil, it spooked him, and so much, he took off out of the cave never to return. It was as if his worst nightmare had come true.
However this stuff was green and it came from that girl who seemed so nice and innocent, though that is first impressions he had no idea who either of them were, for all he knew they could be a duo of thieves, or actors… or just their all a bunch of strangers coincidentally in the same place.
Enzair reached into one of his pouches, pulled out some bandages, and handed them over to the Minish.
“here use this to clean that up, anyway you’re a Minish right… what kind? a feline, K9?” asked Phoenix politely.
“You welcome sir, My name is Phoenix… and… exactly where did you two come from? And what exactly are you Ma’am,” Asked Phoenix.
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Post by SILFARION LAFRENZE on Sept 23, 2011 20:33:22 GMT -5
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He flicked an ear in curiosity, now sitting on the flat cliff's edge, his legs half-crossed after he had climbed back up to safety. At the mention of his own "heroic" act, it was only natural that eyes went to his clothes, which were covered in the strange substance that the latter was comprised of. Yet even if his clothes had slime, he didn't seem to particularly mind, but was rather intrigued by the person whom he rescued. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about," He said in reassurance, although no one has said anything in regards to his pants.
His gaze was soon drawn away as his savior spoke again, handing down some bandages. Using bandages to clean? Well, that was an entertaining thought. He grinned, accepting the bandages, stifling a laugh. "Many thanks once again, friend~" A quick sweep with his hands and he went to work removing the slime, all the while tilting his head to the man's questions. It was not often one asked what species of minish he was. Or any other minish, for that matter.
A soft, almost inaudible purr came from the back of his throat. It would seem he had found some interesting people. "Phoenix? I see, I see. Most simply call me Slifer," He replied in a half-singsong voice, waving his freer hand in the air as he mimicked a small, exaggerated bow from where he sat. "Lynx minish at your wonderful service~ I arrived via that tree--" As he spoke the same hand was flung skywards, pointing to the area just above the cave nearby. "--that I had been dozing off in!" He didn't seem to bother elaborating on exactly how he managed to teleport from the tree to the cliffside, but it wasn't too difficult to put two and two together. |
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Post by Kylie Highwing on Sept 23, 2011 22:24:00 GMT -5
To tired to move and perhaps get away from the situation where she was so reviled in her true form. Kylie continued to lay there, putting off the question asked her while letting the Minish take the stage and distract from her. Slifer, as he proclaimed himself, really was quite the interesting person. Filling in his words with gestures that made everything seem so much more grand than it really was. Purring in the back of that feline throat with some form of thought or pleasure. Kylie found that she was subconsciously memorizing his details. He was such a brilliant, beautiful specimen of the race. Kyile would have been blushing once again if she could as she realized she was staring at the Lynx. Quickly looking away towards the other man. He was relatively plain, nothing interesting about him in the slightest it seemed. After looking upon the majestic Lyx, this human was nothing.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 23, 2011 23:14:55 GMT -5
“You’re welcome,” replied Phoenix to his thanks.
Enzair took in his name so he does not forget then looked up at the tree he gestured to. He must have fell after he noticed Phoenix, he noticed the man pure, intriguing, cat ears and tail and he can pure. Phoenix remembered something he is a feline he can hear tones much better the ringing of his sword must have captivated his attention. Enzair took a few steps to the right and pulled out his sword quietly as possible and picked up a smooth peace of wood and ran it along the length of his blade making a lovely ring of the blade, by adjusting the smooth stick the tone of the sword changed, and before long it turned into a lovely musical tune of several tones that Phoenix know how to make on various sections along the blade. Who knew one could turn a sword into an instrument of music.
While making the music with the tip of the blade facing down and the flat of the blade facing out so if one ran into him no one would be cut, if they ran into him from the front and not the sides. “So fair lady what is your name? what shall we call you? And what might you be anyway?” asked Phoenix
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Post by SILFARION LAFRENZE on Sept 24, 2011 14:41:08 GMT -5
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Lowering his hand back down, the lynx ran a hand through his earthly-gray hair, shaking his head to allow any stray or messed up strands to fall back into its original place, his one uncovered eye trained upon the movement of the man with the sword. What would he do with that? The tip of his tail twitched subtly behind him, as he probably knew the answer himself.
Without looking away, the minish pocketed the used bandage so he could dispose of it later when he was in town, and his ears pricked up the very moment the edge of the blade had met the wood. A song played by the ringing of the blade and the technique of the one named Phoenix, and in all reality, the minish had to restrain himself from pouncing the man and try to see what sort of sorcery he was performing. With the resonating ringing music in his ears, the lynx was unfortunately too distracted to be able to hear Phoenix's repeated inquiry to the girl. |
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