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Post by AlexJ on Jul 1, 2016 22:23:24 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON It made Dante a little sick, taking such a risk. If he was wrong, or even if he wasn't able present his case, he would look like a complete and utter creep. However, if he was right (and he was fairly confident he was at this point), he would have to take this opportunity by the scruff of its neck. So once he spotted Swan making a quick escape, he followed suit, though with a much calmer pace. Cautious not to attract too much attention, he waited for her to look back, if at all. When she would do so, he would simply wave, or offer a similar gesture to try and convey a degree of amiability. Perhaps she would take kindly to this, or maybe she would lash out in a miscommunication sense of defence. If the latter were to occur, Dante hoped it would be in the manner he expected.
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Post by Zircon on Jul 2, 2016 5:08:52 GMT
- SETH MCCLAIN -
As he walked, he wished he had a car. Or even a bike. This was just boring, and was going to take forever. He looked forward, and as he was about to turn a corner, a girl fell out in front of him. He tried not to laugh, before saying "Are you okay..?" He put his hand out to help her up.
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Post by Jaminx on Jul 2, 2016 10:29:29 GMT
Nicky did a double blink as she took the hand offered with her own shaking one, for a second it was like electricity shot up her arm making her grip tighter. She swore for a second she could feel mist form between them. Still that could have been his face being so close, his blue eyes evident behind glasses a half smile curving his lips making the world blur in panic. Nerves took over and she stuttered out a reply which made her visibly wince at her social skills as she still held his hand out of shock even as she was upright.
"Thanks.. I'm uh um so sorry."
She shook her head making another wince. There had been a question. Sure she was in pain but she had to pay attention.
"Yeah i'm alright. Just need to sit down so my head can stop spinning." She managed in a stronger tone finally remembering to drop his hand, which gave her another small shock.
She felt her chin coming away with a little blood then touched the back of her skull finding a bruise that made her audibly yelp. Right now she just wanted to be home, today was just a bad painful dream.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 8, 2016 22:04:21 GMT
When Swan looked over her shoulder a third time she was met by what seemed to be a friendly wave. Unlike any other normal person who might have slowed down in response to the friendly greeting, Swan broke into a quick jog and rushed down the narrower street until she caught sight of a local, slightly crowded flea market.
She looked behind her again and stopped abruptly with a startled look on her face, her mind racing as she tried to make up excuses for what had happened back at the café. What had she already told him? A souvenir, or something, right? He was likely interested in the bow, so she would need to throw him off quickly. If matters came to worse, she could easily scream for help or run into the masses further down the street.
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Post by Zircon on Jul 9, 2016 17:10:57 GMT
"...Yeah, sure." He said, looking at the blood on her chin. He wasn't really sure what to say about it, to be honest. It was kind of an awkward situation for him. I mean, what are you supposed to do after you help some random girl that you don't know up? Say "Oh, maybe you should go get a band-aid!" or maybe "Wow, you look like shit right now!" He had no idea what to say. "Alright, I'll be honest, I have no idea what to say. And also no idea how to help. It's a little awkward, especially because I have no idea who you are." He said, explaining why he had been silent for about 20 seconds.
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Post by Jaminx on Jul 9, 2016 17:16:28 GMT
"Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to that." Nicky laughed bitterly. Her thoughts drifting back to the concerned looks and pity she had been through because of her limp or how sickly she looked. It stung so often that she had built up tougher skin over time.
"My names Nicky if that makes you feel better." She offered the quiet tone of her voice returning. "And don't worry about this."
She waved at her face, the bloody chin and skull. The tired eyes darting to the crowds wishing she could fade back in.
"I've had worse. You just get on with what you're doing I don't want to bother you. I'll just try to find my mum or something."
She wobbled a little where she stood but tried to remain strong.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 13, 2016 21:34:15 GMT
-Drake Mark- Bursting through the entrance of the stadium Drake ran straight to the reception desk "which way to the hockey try outs!" he said out of breath, the receptionist pointed to a sign to the Ice rink that had a poster under it saying 'Hockey try outs' with and arrow pointing the way to the Ice rink, "great thanks" Drake said as he picked up his bag and ran to the Ice rink, getting in the Ice rink he sat on the benches near the door ice along with some other people waiting to join the team, as the others on the ice were being tested Drake started to put on his skates so he could jump into action when his name was called
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 13, 2016 21:55:14 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Sighing as he followed her tracks, Dante knew he would have to be upfront with Swan. He reached the empty street that led to the market, with the bow-wielder at the other side. He took a few careful steps forward, and shot her a glance that he hoped would catch her attention. If that didn't, he threw in two words that would likely do the trick. He didn't want to say them, as he felt the statement was too unsubstantiated for his liking, but in this instance he had no choice but to go with his gut, " I know."
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 13, 2016 22:32:28 GMT
- Swan - " I know." The words were enough to make Swan reconsider running away, but only for a second. She quickly glanced back, the scared look on her face like set in stone at this point. Even with a fair hunch that he knew what he was talking about, and that he might somehow have a connection to something seemingly supernatural with that feather, she was too flustered to answer with anything but a short sentence. “Know what? I-I don’t know what you think you know, but you’re wrong!”
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 13, 2016 22:39:35 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Good. Now I have your attention."The bow. The atmosphere. To anyone else, it would have been a weird coincidence, but I'm guessing we both made the assumption." In his head, Dante had reached deathcon 1. This was so brash, so uncertain: but it had to be done. He licked his finger, and then put it out in the air, to test the direction of wind. It was flowing northward, which he relayed to Swan. He then produced his feather once again, this time holding it up, and then letting go. Instead of gracefully descending it began to float, and eventually drift toward the hoodie-wearing woman, until it dropped to her feet. "Go ahead, pick it up. My guess is it doesn't feel like an ordinary object to you, does it?" For the love of all that is holy, say yes.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 13, 2016 23:00:18 GMT
- Swan - The gentle breeze changing direction, the feather slowly carried by the wind, and just like Dante had said; the atmosphere back at the café had been almost unmistakable. She looked from Dante to the feather, and crouched down to pick it up. Upon doing do she noticed a subtle change in the bow- not like when it had gone bonkers earlier, but more of a subtle release of tension as it shrunk back to its tiny size in her hand. Swan held the feather up in front of her, fear replaced with confusion and slight curiosity on her face. She blinked and looked back at Dante, feeling the current of air wash past her, and asked what first came to mind. “Are you..? I mean, can you control..?”
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 13, 2016 23:31:40 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON "If I couldn't, or of course if you couldn't... this would be quite awkward, wouldn't it?" His heart began to beat at its regular pace as Dante's assumption was proven correct. However, with one unknown vanquished, another took it's place. Where do they go from here? He folded his arms, and relaxed; calming the winds around him. He had often thought about a day like this: one that he may meet someone with his particular talents, but the situation was so bizarre to visualise he never found himself capable of planning the following sequences. So, with a still slightly detached tone, he began his impromptu response, "Wanna tell me the truth of things now?"
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 14, 2016 22:53:29 GMT
- Swan - The feather in Swan’s hand was so light she was scared it would be taken by the wind if she loosened her careful grip on it. When she heard Dante’s tone she narrowed her eyes and stuttered out (what she hoped seemed to be) a dismissing reply; no way she was telling him the exact truth of her artifact, even if he had powers. “I-I told you the truth. It was... sort of… my adoptive father’s.” She took some hesitant steps across the street towards Dante, with the goal of returning the feather to him. It was strange; for a while she’d hoped to meet others with similar ‘gifts’, but she had not expected the spectacle which unfolded at ‘The Bitter Pot’. At this thought she got a bit flustered and looked around them again. It didn’t seem like anyone else seemed particularly interested in the exchange taking place, but rather walked either towards or away from the flea market at the end of the street- something which calmed her down a bit. She was only slightly paranoid at this point, and tried to think of something to respond with. “How did you get your feather?”
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 14, 2016 23:11:05 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON The tension was still palpable, but Dante took solace in the fact Swan wasn't escaping for dear life at this point. She walked closer, offering his feather back to him, whilst inquiring about it. Nodding as he carefully took the feather from her back into his own possession, he began to mull over her question. They were still cautious with each other, as any rational human being would expect, and that's just how he liked it. Picking up on Swan's own half-truths, Dante elected to respond in kind, "Well it dropped the day I discovered my... abilities," he frowned for a moment, and then returned to the conversation, "All these years I've never had to explain that aloud. It sounded so much better in my head, you know."
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Post by Yabvi on Jul 23, 2016 16:09:41 GMT
Knight 001# emerged from the alley beside, not wearing his armour. Instead, he was dressed in a plain blue t-shirt, cargo pants, black boots. His hair was a mop of blue. He held a thick black sword in his right hand, "Well, that was fun, admitting you have powers, makes this whole thing easier." He said, before launching at the two with a swing of his sword.
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