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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 10:55:56 GMT -5
Danya had been walking for days in this desert though it didn't seem to bother her at all. It had been so long since she had left that awful ship that seemed to hold some control over her. The more powerful side of her hated the contorling nature of these new contractors. It was growing rather annoying as the months wore on, but still there was nothing she could do about it at all.
The storm seemed to come out of a now where as she headed to the small town in the middle of these sands. That is where she could feel it, the item she was looking for. It was there causing problems no doubt but still there. That was all that really mattered at that point she could handle the trouble it was causing.
Hood drawn over her head she walked steady like she always did toward the town. Not being able to see didn't hinder her efforts. It was her senses she was using as the buildings seemed to form in around her figure. Glancing up she noticed the man with the sword.
No matter how strong her other half was walking in this was proving to wear on her body. This man had a rather good idea as she watched him wander into the building. It wouldn't hurt to wait until the storm was over. The item was not going to move anytime soon.
Quietly walking behind the man as he peeked his head in Danya spoke.
"Most of the villagers have left because of the disappearances... I think it is safe to go in." She said in that sad low, yet very enchanting voice of hers.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 14:35:18 GMT -5
Someone had snuck up on him, it seemed. This was a first. But then, it was almost impossible to hear in this accursed storm. He sighed, not bothering to turn around to speak, not bothering to make a threat with the blade he was holding.
There was no point, really.
"Right then. Maybe we should speak inside, get away from this, agreed?" he said. Perhaps he was a bit too trusting, perhaps this new voice was that of an enemy, but for now, it didn't matter. If this was an enemy, odds were that she was just as crippled as he was in this storm. But if she was an ally, Elewyr didn't want to risk scaring her off. Not when there's no one else around to help. Besides, he didn't have it in him to threaten a woman with a voice like hers. He prayed to himself for her to be friendly as he awaited her response...
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 16:13:11 GMT -5
Danya didn't say anything only followed the man into the house. It was a small house made out of stone and cool inside apposed to the hot tempature outside. Well not at the current moment. Her hood still pulled over her head Danya glanced about. It was clear this place had been left months ago. A small table with wooden chairs and fire place set in the corner. There was a makeshift couch with animal fur on it not looking very comfortable. A ratty curtaint hung over the door way to another room which house just a small hard looking bed.
A few bottles of something no doubt some kind of native drink sat on the counter. Making her way in the dark place to the fire place Danya crouched down. Extending her hand over the old pile of wood it sparked a flame that soon filled the place with light. Making a nice fire in the stone house.
"This storm will probably last into the night, it won't be safe to go outside." she said just planly in that enchanting voice. Much like silver bells chiming in a soft wind.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 17:00:47 GMT -5
Hm... Fine by me... he thought, finally looking at his new companion. She was beautiful as her voice, but alas, she looked to be a bit too young for him to enjoy her company in the way he had hoped for. Elewyr spent a moment, trying to figure it out... Maybe twelve? Thirteen? She had to be somewhere around that region of age. He sighed, as if to mentally say "Oh well...".
"Well that's just splendid, and... Oh, hello, for me?" he said, picking up one of the unlabeled bottles, "They shouldn't have..."
He opened it and took a sip, soon pulling it away hastily and gagging. It tasted awful. And mind you, he had a history of drinking pretty awful things... but this was definitely high on his list of things he'd never drink again.
"Well, now that I've gotten that out of the way..." he said, coughing once more in a feeble attempt to get rid of the taste, "... Might I ask your name, milady?"
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 17:19:59 GMT -5
Danya picked up on his thought of her age. It was just a breif moment she caught on in his thoughts. She could never read any on prupose it just mainly jumped into her mind. Her body looked like a young girl of 13 but she was so much older then that. One of the cruses she face her body would never age so long as the other half was still inside of her.
Pulling her hood back all the way she shook her head trying to losen the sand from her short silver hair. Watching as the drink seemed to have such an awful effect on the man now. The child in her wanted to laugh but the sorrow of her second soul kept that at bay.
Walking to him without even making a sound, her feet seemed not even make a sound as she walked. Her soft hands taking the bottle from him she held it carefully.
"This has aged for many years. I don't think it is pure enough to drink anymore. I might be able to help." She said bring the bottle closer to her body as she closed her eyes . A soft sound of chimes sounded as the stone on her head shined lightly before stopping. Handing the bottle back to him she turned to take a seat on the couch.
"It should be fine to drink now." she said knowing that it should taste like the sweetest wine there ever was, and being twice as strong then any other drink. She was able to bring out the purest of things in even such an aged item. "My name is Danya... Danya BlackRose" she said softly.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 17:27:14 GMT -5
"Danya, hm?" Elewyr inquired, setting the drink aside. He didn't trust her enough to drink something she had just done something to. When he looked at her closer, she seemed to be a mix of many things, many feelings and emotions that were impossible to pinpoint from one glance.
"So, tell me, Danya, answer a question that I can't seem to find the answer for myself... Well, actually, a few questions. Just what's a girl like you doing in the middle of nowhere? How do you know so much of what's been going on? How does a girl your age learn magic like you've done so far? And, for that matter... Just how old are you?" he asked, looking at her curiously. That was one thing he would never be able to change about himself, he knew, and more often than not it got him into trouble. But he figured he'd be fine to ask just this once.
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 17:33:51 GMT -5
Danya was so monotoned she never really refused a question. She didn't play games but if the right question was not asked the right information might not be given. Looking at him that was an awful array of questions he had for her.
"I was sent here... I am familiar with this type of happenings... I have known magic for 100s of years now...My body is 13." she said in the same voice she had been speaking to him before.
"I confuse you, don't I?" she asked him looking up into his eyes. Her gray eyes seemed so sad yet there was still a small sparkle of beautiful life left in them.
"Since we are on the topic of questions and introductions. I never did get your name Sir."
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 17:45:42 GMT -5
Hundreds... of years...? Hah, so this night may be interesting after all... Elewyr thought to himself.
"No, milady Danya, I follow perfectly," he said, knowing she wasn't telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. But that didn't matter, he knew enough now.
"And I apologize, I forgot my manners! I am Elewyr Autumns, a... well, let's say I'm just your ordinary swordsman who takes on jobs, if they're for the right price," he said, "... A mercenary, if you must."
"So, tell me, Danya, seeing as we're playing a game of questions, and seeing as we're stuck here together for the night with nowhere else to go..." Elewyr stopped himself. He was about to flirt with her, but he then decided it would probably be best to find out more about her, "... Apologies, old habits," he said, sure she noticed his tone at first, "As I was going to say after what I was about to say, why were you sent here? Gods, I almost died on the way here, I can't imagine anyone wanting to send a girl like you, even if you are very old mentally, into the middle of this hell of a desert... But let me rephrase that so I can get the answer I want exactly. Who sent you, and for what purpose?" he asked, curious if they were both here for the same reason.
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 17:53:05 GMT -5
"Pleasure" she said in responce to his name. Even for someone looking so young she had very refined manners. Watching him as he spoke she was wondering just how long he was going to wander about the room. If the jounry was tiring on her there was no doubt this man wanted to sit as well yet he had to do so.
"A mercenary, there is nothing wrong with that. If you love what you do, you might as well make some type of profit from it." she remarked as he tried to explain it to her but she knew just by the way he looked what and who he was. A judge of character was something her more human side had.
Raising an eyebrow as he nearly flirted with her she knew what it was but she didn't respond. This was not uncommon especially not with her other half. Though she never really understood it too well.
He seemed to be catching on her answering very quickly the other part of her was taking notice and was warning her to be careful around this one.
"I was sent by my ship, there is something here it requires for my freedom." she said just as plainly as ever.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 18:08:44 GMT -5
"Again, answering in riddles I won't be deciphering anytime soon... Ah well, I suppose it's really none of my business anyway," he said, "The same in my line of work. I don't ask questions on the work I get, that is, if I'm lucky enough to receive any at all..." Suddenly, he wasn't all that tired anymore. Maybe it was the cold air of the building. Maybe it was the shock of drinking that... Well, he didn't know what to call it. But he was as energized as ever.
"And true, if I'm going to be good with a sword, might as well do it in a way that gets me fed. And sorry about what I said, well, was about to say earlier. I'm known around towns I stay in to be social, especially with the women folk... I apologize though, it was rude of me. Unless you took well to it, then by all means, I can continue until the sun rises. But alas, I am more of a gentleman than that, and know it's rude to pester the only company I'll be getting for a long while with things they don't want to hear. You drink, by chance?" he asked, holding up the wine she made good again towards her.
He knows he talks a lot, but he can't help it. He's a social person by nature, and isn't comfortable in silence. He hoped she could understand that.
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