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| Kirin | Nov 2 2014, 03:46 PM Post #1 |
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I am Immortal.
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Posted Image Kirin Keep, Festival of the Sun On such a perfect, cloudless day like this on the shores of Lake Ashara, Kirin Keep was a beautiful sight to behold. The sun was shining brightly like the celestial jewel that it truly was. The Festival of the Sun was an ancient rite of the tribal masters of Kirin Keep, one that survived to this day. This was a celebration of nature's gatekeeper, something to be cherished; as such, this was a day for the greatest of the Keep to bring their crafts to the public. All travellers were invited by telepad, of course, to the ancient fortress. Master swordsmiths were out selling their wares, providing swords for the public to purchase (dull - unless you were of a certain disposition and worhty of a live blade), cooks were selling fine sweet treats out of carts and the grounds were perfectly kept and decorated. Street musicians performed everywhere. Pokémon display fights were common. Even sword duels between the lords and retainers of House Maren, put on to commemmorate the ancients, were happening on centre stage. At the centre of it all, Kyri Maren, firstborn daughter of the lord of the keep, stood vigil, watching, waiting. Dressed in a pale blue silk dress with her armour plating over it, swords strapped to her side, she looked like the perfect imge of a Maren samurai. With an Aron and a Honedge at her side, she wandered, keeping watch over the festival - ensuring things went smoothly. People were, of course, invited to converse with the Maren family, to learn about the ancient ways - she'd been bombarded with questions already. She'd probably get more by day's end. "Think we're going to get more excitement, Tsuki?" the warrior asked quietly of her Honedge. "Inevitably." |
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| Curon Hifor | Nov 2 2014, 09:42 PM Post #2 |
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A rather lanky individual sniffled from the change in climate and environment, his black hair sprouting from his head in nearly every direction, apparently unkept or impossible to groom properly. He was dressed nicely, at least, for such an occasion with a formal, brown suit and tie, a nice set of black shoes, and his thin-rimmed glasses. A handkerchief stuck out from his breast pocket, a commonly reached-for item at the moment considering his allergies being aggravated at this time. With one hand constantly adjusting his glasses or reaching for the handkerchief--and the other trying to take pictures and jot down notes with his PokeBrace--he struck an almost comical image and a stereotypical sight for a Professor's Aide. Normally, Professor Hawthorn was one to do all the traveling and niceties, but she could not make it to the festival, so she insisted that one of her aides go in her stead. So, naturally, Malcom Tian was the one that drew the short lot of the group. So here he was, his allergies irritated, taking pictuers, asking a few questions, and just trying to mingle with the guests and vendors of the Festival of the Sun. Normally, participating in such an occasion was something of a rare treat indeed, but considering his sudden flare up of allergies, he was far from enjoying himself at the moment. "Man," he said, his voice already inflected in a complaining manner, "something about the flowers around here is just tearing me apart," he protested before looking around the impressive Kirin Keep. It was a rather impressive sight to behold--one of the few keeps still maintained after the Cataclysm--and owned by a very influential family to boot. Considering the damage to the entire planet when the meteor fell, one could definitely count this area as one of the lucky ones. "Eh?" Malcom uttered as he looked over, already spotting a pair of individuals engaging in some sort of mock sword duel--well, their movements made it look real enough, he guessed--so he decided to take a moment to watch the spectacle. "Weapons... I guess some things never change." |
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| Steel Cerberus | Nov 5 2014, 09:38 PM Post #3 |
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The Dog in the Machine
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All of the vendors were easily the most interesting part of the event, with their shiny swords and tasty foods. Many people were moving around everywhere, some paying attention to their surroundings and some not. The sheer number of people made Tsrazura wear her hood, even if her actual armor was away in storage for the moment. Hidden under a thick leathery hood, the woman's eyes were sharp and bright as she looked over the vendors. Old habits made her pay attention to where the nearby humans were looking, what they were paying attention to and what they weren't. She tried very hard not to steal these days, but she still thought about it. Her nostrils flared and whiskers twitched as she smelled food nearby, deciding that her head may be clearer if she had something in her belly. Wait... whiskers? Tsrazura was worlds away from home, a cat-person in a land of humans and pokemon and some creatures in between. She had lived in Natura for a few years now, so some people knew her, but in a large crowd like this she thought it better to keep hidden enough. Luckily, her hood covered her face in shadows, though she hated having her ears pinned back all the time. Her fluffy tail still stuck out the back of her pants, but her fur and leather shirt and gloves and boots covered everything else aside from her claws. And hopefully nobody looked down at her feet, being digitigrade instead of plantigrade like the rest of the humans. Come to think of it... hopefully nobody looked too closely at her at all. Not that anyone would freak out, she just didn't feel like dealing with any nonsense today. "Is good for Tsrazura to mingle with the humans more. Even if their fighting is silly," she said quietly to herself, coming over to watch some of the sword fighting. A skewer of meat was in one hand and a sweet roll in the other. Apparently sweet rolls were a universal constant. |
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| HituraCaprion | Nov 6 2014, 10:00 AM Post #4 |
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Festivals were always fun to go to. The food, the people, the lights and sounds, and oh the demonstrations. How he loved the weapon demonstrations. But Hitura never wanted to go to them though. Too many stopped to stare or talk about her snowy white complexion. She disliked the noise and various smells. Mostly, she hated the distraction from her work. To him, she was a bit... boring. He wasn't the science type. He liked the action. He wanted to hone his skills and challenge himself. He wanted to be great! These festivals gave him the opportunity to do that. While he has yet to have been invited to participate in demonstrations or any fights, he hoped one day... one day he would get his chance. And who knows, maybe today was that day. He wasn't the only one bored with life with the scientist. Arthur had asked to tag along before he snuck out. The Aegislash held on to Herman tightly, the sash like arms wrapped around the front of the ninja frog as he rested on Herman's back. It had been so long since he was in a proper sword fight, not since he was alive. Herman stopped at the edge of the crowd gathered to watch the demonstrations. He slid Arthur from his back and let the ghost float freely to watch in awe, reminiscing about the days of old. "I want to do it too... Do you think they will let us participate?" "Probably not. Humans have no appreciation for the talents of pokemon when it comes to competing with them. They'd rather fight other humans." Herman crossed his arms over his chest as he watched transfixed on the demonstration. He felt Arthur's pain. How he longed to be up there with his partner, clashing sword to sword with adrenaline pumping to the thrill of combat, wordlessly exchanging blows with his competitor and within those blows the very souls of the two pokemon. He sighed and reached up to adjust the scarf around his neck. "Maybe some day Arthur." Edited by HituraCaprion, Nov 8 2014, 09:58 PM.
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