Noon
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Post by Noon on Feb 19, 2012 0:15:43 GMT -5
Oh for the love of Din, the weather.
The storm outside tonight was ticking him off, the wind howling past his home and the rain drumming on his windowsills, in a cacophony of sounds that was more than capable of rivaling the hybrid's usual roars. But that wasn't the reason why Noon was pissed; the storm brought back bitter memories of him running away and vanishing into the night after his fight with Dusk. Though that incident had happened a long time ago, Noon still caught himself thinking about his two old friends at times, even though he didn't want to. Shaking his head sourly at the memories, the hybrid focused back on to the ash bow he had finished making two minutes ago.
The gray weapon rested dormantly in his hands, a simple thing of beauty capable of more than just looks. Noon's forte was forging swords, but the occasional bow or two did pop up. He was in by no means an expert marksman, but at least he was capable of using a bow. Loading the ash weapon with an arrow, he drew back the string and took aim at the door, wanting to test the bow's capabilities. And that was how he decided to spent the rest of his night, shooting arrows all over his door, clearly unwilling to retire for the night.
Arrows were soon scattered and thudding all over his door, and some were knocked off to the ground off their posts, what with his constant, careless firing. Noon pretended to be oblivious to the raging storm outside as he fired arrow after arrow. He jumped and froze when the door suddenly opened slightly, and without thinking, fired a whole barrage of arrows at the door in irritation. Who the hell would want to visit him at this hour?
"We're closed, you know."
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Deity
Human
Wight Mask
With this mask I ask... To borrow your light.
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Post by Deity on Feb 24, 2012 3:11:53 GMT -5
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words;; there are a few
notes;; time to get active again!
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The man who walked in was not exactly surprised to see a weapon pointed at him. Yet he was soaked, sodden, sweaty, and all of the in-between as long as it involved being dowsed by water. His clothes consisted of a blue jacket with similar leggings, and a white undershirt. Only a single glance of blue could be seen as his eyes turned the shopkeeper's way.
A white mask covered the rest.
The man brushed his silvery-gray hair out of his face, slicking it back, although it still stuck wildly in the air afterwards. He nodded to the man. "I understand and apologize sincerely... I was just looking for a little shade, is all. And perhaps a look at some merchandise." His voice displayed his youth, in his early twenties at most. He wiped his hands together to warm them as he awaited a reply.
"My name's Deity, by the way..." he trailed off. It still sounded so odd to him when he spoke those words. Deity. What an odd name. Then again, the Mask he wore wasn't human, was it? And they were one being now. Did that mean that he wasn't human either? He blew the notion away like a bothersome fly and looked around the shop.
His eye caught the door, the doorknob still in his hand if he were asked to leave, and he nearly jumped. Arrows had destroyed the carvings that it bore, leaving it scarred for life. "I hope you were angry at the door..." he said with a smile in his words.
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Noon
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vexation[/i][/color]
try a little more.
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Post by Noon on Feb 26, 2012 1:13:36 GMT -5
What kind of fuckery is this?
His eyes narrowed aggressively as he took in the sight that beheld him. A masked person, with only one eye visible and gray hair. The hell, what was with the goddamned thing covering his face? It didn't make the idea of shooting him with the arrow easier, as Noon normally liked to remember the faces of the people he had ever sparred with. It was almost impossible to remember a masked idiot, but he was sure he could make an exception should the need ever arose, though he doubt that it would. Who would want to fight at this hour and especially in this horrible weather anyway?
"Even so." Noon barked. "Of all places, it had to be the blacksmith's." He lowered the bow and placed it down, folding his arms. An eyebrow rose at the word 'merchandise', and he looked around automatically, checking to see whether there were still weapons in stock. His eyes fell on the barrel of swords by the corner and the other weapons on the wall and he hummed in satisfaction.
"What a name." Noon snorted, shaking his head and not bothering to tell his. Deity. God. Whatever. The hybrid thought it'd be too fancy for his liking, but he didn't say more as the lad continued about the door. The male's eyebrows knitted together to form a frown as he looked at his now damaged door, and he shrugged in reply. "I was testing a weapon."
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Deity
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Wight Mask
With this mask I ask... To borrow your light.
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Post by Deity on Feb 27, 2012 5:56:09 GMT -5
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words;; there are a few
notes;; time to get active again!
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The Deity watched him. Naturally, the blacksmith made a comment on his title. He shrugged. "Not really my choice to be the host of whateverthefuck is on my face." He chuckled a bit. The weapon on the man's hand was so... different. He'd never seen anything so gorgeous. It was far prettier than his white material sword of badassery, the name he had given Deity's weird-ass exotic sword.
Balthier, is it honestly appropriate for your race to jest about something so trivial?
Shut up Deity, it's funny.
The pale-headed man seemed to focus on something nonexistent before looking back to the man. "I apologize for the odd entrance but honestly I'm not too familiar with your customs. And my Mask made me explore this place. It's... complicated. It hasn't seen this place's weaponry." To be honest, both the child and the Mask were curious. This blacksmith wasn't a happy camper it seemed, but he knew how to create these weapons.
"I can visit you in the morn without problem," he continued. "But I was going to ask you something about a weapon I have... I'm not sure what materials it's made out of."
((Honestly, I'm goood to go with steel but who knows, it could be Orichalcum or someshizz. What is a good material for a weapon that can't be broken but isn't overpowered? As are all the weapons per this site, in all reality.))
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