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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 4:25:48 AM
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The man was average height at 5'9", with light brown skin, brown eyes and a dark brown Afro. His face was a handsome, but not rugged one, and the robes he wore were black in color with accents of green overall, particularly over the hood (currently down.) and wrists. He held a metal staff, where a metal snake twisted around the rod to a large green Crystal ball. A green glowing knife was at his belt, with a heavy looking brown satchel. He had seen the explosion, and with a large, toothless smile on his face, began searching for the person who caused it. The smile might have been seen as sinister, if his eyes weren't so bright, and his demeanor so positive. However, his search was stopped short by a woman who had ripped a piece of shrapnel out of her head. Wait- what the helł?
"I'd ask how you did it-"
He took the bottom end of his staff, and poked her in the leg as she passed him, mumbling to himself before speaking up.
"But I'm sure it's some sort of magic."
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"Close," [i]She responded shortly, turning on her heels to look at the man, admiring his afro and those kind eyes of him, while he got a glimpse of a single golden eye through the gash in the helmet, roofed by a red eyebrow.[/i] "Very close." [i]She paused in front of the man, noticeably taller as she stood at about six feet and two inches tall, give or take, since her heavy boots and helmet both skewed the estimate, each adding a bit to her supposed height. Even without both, though, she was definitely a big girl.[/i] "Healin' factor, which'sn't really magic, I suppose. DNA fuсkery's more accurate." [i]She let out a little snort, her voice carrying a very definite accent with it, thick and foreign, though it was a Newfie one, according to JT. Canadian.[/i]
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"Oh? D-N-A, huh?" The man thought for a moment, tapping the crystal ball upon his chin in deep thought. There was a long, low "hmmmmm" that escaped him, before his urge to speak overtook him once more. "So, is that an off branch of the Dialossi worshippers? Hm, but that wouldn't make sense, as it is not magic. You're a mystery! Oh I love mysteries." He squatted down, and used his upright staff for support as he looked for signs of runes. His eyes quickly traced over her entire body once, and deciding there were none, tried to test it instead. Just in case. So, he poked her in the leg with the staff again.
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"Die-a-lo-- a what? The... the fuсk're those?" [i]The poke didn't do much other than annoy the woman just a teeny tiny tad, her lips pursing as she looked down at him. The urge to kick him in the face arose, of course, seeing him squatted down in front of her, but she was quick to shove that thought aside since he did definitely seem like a decently nice person. She pocketed her hands as she raised her right eyebrow and cocked her head to the right, both confused and... a little curious. She couldn't help but wonder, really, because while mages weren't necessarily a new concept to her, this all was... She was used to a different kind of mage, back home, so this was odd indeed -- especially these Dialossi - or whatever - worshippers the friendly man had mentioned.[/i]
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"Dialossi, the god of healing, light, warmth and all the good stuff. That said, her followers don't really share the warmth that they advertise." With a grunt of effort, he pulled himself up with his staff, regarding the rather vulgar woman with another dazzling smile. "I'd hoped that maybe they'd taken to being like the one they worship, but it seems I was wrong. Say then, what's your name? I'm Tyrian." He extended a rather thin hand, but it was rough with signs of the hard work he had once done in the mountains.
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[spoiler]so basically Christians[/spoiler] [i]The "rather vulgar woman" firmly took the mage's hand in her own with a toothy grin on her face, her eyes twinkling with delight as she listened to what he said. Of course, she did have something to say regarding the followers of Dialossi, because she wasn't the biggest fan of religion.[/i] "Isn't that most religious fol'wers, though, Tyr? Seems 'ey're all сunts who're the 'posite 'f 'eir gods -- 'cept the ones that follow the gloomy gods." [i]She made a solid point. She gave Tyrian's hand a good shake before letting go, her own reaching up to lightly tap against the side of her helmet.[/i] "Mine's Helena. Pleasure t'meet ya."
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[spoiler]Oof[/spoiler] "You make a point, I didn't meet one bad apple in my time at the Tyal temple. That said- all the apples there were bad. Tyal is the snake God-" He used the hand he had just shook with to gesture at the staff in his right hand. Upon closer inspection, the snake climbing up the pole was surprisingly detailed. "Of poison, venom... All the nasty stuff." Tyrian shrugged, and tapped the crystal ball against his palm. "So Helena, huh? Well that's quite a nice name- at least it is easy to understand and pronounce! You won't believe the things I've come across!" This time, his hand moved to his chin, rubbing it in curiously. "I came here to study the way of the God of Rot- perhaps mix it with my own studies, but what brings you here? Or have you been part of the land since you were born?"
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[i]Man, this guy was a talker, Helena thought to herself with an amused smile. Still, at least listening to him was interesting and entertaining enough, her head cocking to the side as she simply tuned in to Tyrian's little rant, only speaking up once she had to answer a question.[/i] "Business," [i]She replied shortly and very lamely, her answer so very boring and bland -- at least, until she elaborated.[/i] "Same business that had this 'ere bar blown t'high hell. [i]She vaguely gestured over her shoulder and at the bar as it did nothing more more than burn in the background, the smoke blotting out the sky. Relevant to the burning, exploded burning, sirens were heard in the background... which meant the two should likely start moving.[/i] "I'm 'ere for m'work, t'plot a plan." [i]Vague.[/i]
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"Hoho! A real, true criminal! Right in front of my eyes!" Though his enthusiasm remained, his voice had dropped to a whisper, only Helena could hear it above the roaring fires and chatter of the crowd. There would be no public reveal of what she had done. Upon hearing the sirens, he gave a sly smile, and began walking backwards, away from the scene. His movements were smooth, even through a crowd, he hit no one. It was... Snake like. "So what's it like- I mean, always being on the run? Or are you one of those criminal guys with the fancy accents, living in luxury? Though, your accent isn't really that fancy..." It seemed that the Monks of Tyal had some access to the outside world. Perhaps it was that their rules were not as strict as those before them, or they simply didn't care.
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[i]Helena smirked at both of Tyrian's comments, starting to walk after the weird snake monk, though her movements were a lot less fluid and gracious... she wasn't quite stomping like a brute, but rather, she walked with confidence, self-assurance, and broad shoulders. Not cocky, oh no, but it was definitely a walk of someone who was confident in themselves. She didn't avoid people at all, the crowd instead moving aside for the woman as she carried herself forwards with grace, her boots thumping on the pavement.[/i] "A criminal? That's not very nice," [i]She teased with a jesting tone,[/i] "Though y're absolut'ly correct. 'Tis fine enough, mostly b'cause the law folks can't really do a whole lotta stuff t'us since we're fast 'n sneaky beaky, so... yea; one of 'em criminal guys livin' in luxury, kinda."
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"Hmmm? So, where are you off to now? To blow up another building? Or to settle some debts? The world you live in is all so exciting!" Tyrian would walk straight back into a larger rock of rubble on the ground, and fell straight backw... Nope- he stopped halfway, his smile returning as he let out a "hehe" at the woman. "Just kidding! But it reminds me- do you tell lies all the time? Being a criminal and all."
