Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Green Goo Theory on May 21, 2014, 10:09:18 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Green Goo Theory</strong> on <strong>May 21, 2014, 10:09:18 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/scale_small/0/5322/455336-disc4_0023fueno.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Fueno, Evening...</strong></span><br><br>The city was buzzing.&nbsp; Pyrotechnics filled the sky and poured their magnificent light over the entire bay in a display that could be seen almost to the main land yet carried virtually no sound.&nbsp; Tourists poured into the streets, inn's were filled, and taverns ran free.&nbsp; The primary centerpiece to the whole thing was a display out on the water itself that the port and the surrounding hills were able to over look complete with an elaborate magical set up for a great deal of visual and auditory enhancement.&nbsp; Music powerful enough to fill the city resonated from the platform.&nbsp; This was the Merfolk Festival.<br><br>The world had been put through a social upheaval after the destruction of the moon that never sets.&nbsp; Winglies long thought extinct started to fill the world and likewise the more adventurous humans had ventured to the now welcoming wingly settlements.&nbsp; The opportunity this provided allowed other endangered races to make a rise again with widespread persecution now openly shunned by most governing bodies.&nbsp; Among these races were the once perceived primitive and animalistic Merfolk race forced to live in the dangerous sea and caverns.&nbsp; <br><br>This entire weak long celebration had been instituted as a national holiday for the first open and peaceful interactions between these two peoples.&nbsp; As a group unarmed and trusting the merfolk had come to the outlying town rather than the capital making this the ideal place for the celebration.&nbsp; At least it was kept under some degree of control even if the local guard--some provided from the capital under request thinking they could get some vacation activity from it-- were a bit more lax than normal.<br><br>Most seats in public areas were free.&nbsp; The shore however was the nose bleed section thanks to that fact.&nbsp; Private rooftops maintained tickets or by invitation only while taverns and inns had of course drink or patron minimums.&nbsp; The best and most expensive seats belonged to the vessels floating out in the sea though inactive still had great positions.&nbsp; Some of which even allowing the merfolk to join them on the ships or some humans, winglies, giganto, and minantos to join them in the water.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>May 22, 2014, 05:48:44 pm</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zephyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Fueno<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Zephyria was silent as she watched the ongoing celebration from afar.&nbsp; She wasn't too horribly close to the shoreline, but...that suited her just fine.&nbsp; She'd rather not have to deal with too much of a crowd in the first place.&nbsp; Her waist length platinum hair rippled slightly with a breeze that passed by her.&nbsp; The darkly clothed wingly seemed almost bored, leaning against the wall of one of the taverns in town.&nbsp; She didn't really plan on going inside there, either....it was bound to get rowdy, she expected, and she had no desire to dirty either of her twin chakrams tonight if she could help it.&nbsp; Whether it was in the nonlethal or lethal sense, she didn't want to get in a fight.&nbsp; After all, that sort of went against the whole point of this event.&nbsp; As stoic and uninterested as she might seem outwardly, inwardly she was rather pleased with how the world was behaving towards such a thing.&nbsp; It was definitely a good step forward in inter-species communication and relations.<br><br>After a good while of watching the celebration, Zephyria stood away from the wall and started walking the streets a little bit.&nbsp; She did need to find a place to stay, still...hopefully, there would be an inn somewhere in town that had an opening still.&nbsp; It would really suck to have to sleep outside again.&nbsp; An actual bed was something she hadn't had the luxury of for a little while now, and she was looking forward to some quality sleep.&nbsp; Hopefully, there wouldn't be a bug infestation this time around...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JayNighte</strong> on <strong>May 23, 2014, 11:33:13 am</strong>
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				Name: Franz Zuto<br>Location: Fueno Pub<br>Time: Evening<br>Tagging: Open<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"ANOTHER BEER!"</strong></span> Something about the man at the bar ordering his fifth beer seems quite uninviting. Perhaps its his large build - over seven foot tall, built as if his muscles were replaced by large rocks, he does seem quite intimidating. His pale, lightly-scarred features, cold grey eyes, and angry-looking face couldn't be helping either. Perhaps its his dirty clothes - his thick brown mining shirt and pants, his heavy boots, and his helm - that seems to be discouraging. His loud, rough voice that only seems to call out for more alcohol is far from friendly. <br><br>Or maybe its his huge, nasty-looking pickaxe outside, deeply embedded in the huge boulder that wasn't there before. By the looks of the rubble around it, this wasn't his first attempt or first rock to try to stick his pickaxe in.<br><br>Either way, the huge man was about to work on his fifth beer, seemingly ignoring everything going on around him. He doesn't seem to have any need for the celebrations going on, or the mindless chatter that was taking place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rajah</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 07:54:17 pm</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Taegul Ramakh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fueno - Streets<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zephyria, Open<br><br>The guardsman patrolled warily, doing his best to keep one eye on the milling crowds. He wasn't a local, and thus a bit out of his element - he seemed a little unsure of the city, lit in the wild colors of the fireworks above. He was also far better dressed, and though both armor and armament were light it they were of better make and maintenance than the majority of his fellows. Add that to the elegant, aquiline features that left him almost startlingly handsome given his position and he was marked clearly enough as an outsider.<br><br>Sharp-eyed, though.<br><br>The Wingly wasn't conspicuously dressed, but she also didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, absent of the celebratory energy that gripped most of Fueno. On a night like this, it was imperative any trouble be stopped well in advance if possible, and the best way to do that was to appraise oneself of anything out of the ordinary. The guardsman absently touched the handle of his sheathed sword before letting the hand fall away, an unconscious gesture, exceedingly casual. No reason for trouble to START tonight, really, but his mandate to defend and serve - at least as long as his contract lasted, more specifically the end of the week - was quite broad.<br><br><strong>"Everything alright, ma'am?"</strong> His eyebrows raised a bit upon noticing that she was armed. At night, during a festival of peace? He had been ready to move on almost as soon as he'd finished asking, but now he looked over the Wingly with renewed attention. <em>What the hell?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 08:57:23 pm</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zephyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Fueno<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegul, Open<br><br>As she walked along, Zephyria found herself getting slightly more and more frustrated.&nbsp; Most of the places to sleep in seemed either packed to the point of there being no room, or else was loud enough that she didn't even want to check for room availability.&nbsp; That was something she already expected...however, that didn't mean that it wasn't frustrating.&nbsp; She hated when she was right, sometimes.<br><br>She didn't seem to notice the guardsman that was approaching her until he spoke.&nbsp; When she looked up the first thing she noticed was the fact he seemed tense...like he was expecting trouble.&nbsp; Unsurprising, really...after all, she did have her weapons on her belt, and given the circumstances she didn't blame him.&nbsp; At least he was doing his job.&nbsp; She gave him a polite nod and stopped walking to address him.&nbsp; "Good evening...and for the most part, though not everything is.&nbsp; My problem is that I can't seem to find a place to stay for the night.&nbsp; Just got into town earlier today...it was probably a poor choice to not get a room as soon as I got here.&nbsp; I'm regretting that now...do you happen to know anywhere that isn't overly loud that has room openings?"&nbsp; <br><br>She never intended to cause trouble...the thing was, she always expected problems, and prepared to be prepared for the inevitable problem.&nbsp; Which actually was possible even tonight.&nbsp; There were, after all, bound to be plenty of rowdy drunkards out tonight.&nbsp; All the same, she kept her posture more relaxed, and her voice was even and calm when she spoke.&nbsp; Hopefully this would help convey that she didn't mean any trouble....and even if she was questioned further, she intended to answer honestly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2014, 03:25:35 pm</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alana Devlin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Fueno/Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegul, Zephyria, Franz (Open for interaction)<br><br><br><strong>“Ahh…”</strong> Alana let out a very relaxed sigh from within the warm and inviting tides of the natural hot spring. The young woman gently laid her head back with closed eyes allowing her body to really soak up the relaxation and comfort which the waters provided. In her left hand, she rolled around a fair sized, white-silver gem of unknown origins which she had snatched back home in Lohan from one of the greedy, no good bazaar vendors. She always kept the object close as a reward for her troubles in acquiring the object, as well as the hell which the old geezer had given her for knocking over and breaking some overpriced vase.<br><br>After taking a few deep breaths, Alana opened her eyes to look towards open sky which was exposed only for the hot spring users in the building. The sky was beautifully lit up with various colored fireworks which was a core tourist attraction when the Merfolk Festival was in full swing. The young woman actually had not intended to visit Fueno during one of its most busy times of year. If she had known in advance, the fiery tempered wingly would have waited a few more weeks before making her visit. The shrill screams of excited tourists and their overly excited children were putting a damper on her mood. Alana had meant this trip to be a relaxing change of pace from her busy life of mischief in Lohan. Not to mention, who could say no to the comfort of the natural hot springs provided by Fueno? They certainly knew how to make a girl feel welcomed in Fueno. Her platinum colored played in the light winds seemingly taking on a life of its own while Alana let out a small amused chuckle. <strong>“I think it is time to get out of here,”</strong> the young woman mumbled while standing and wrapping a nearby towel around her petite body. <br><br>The young woman looked around to notice that the rest of the hot spring users had already left to join the celebration - getting obnoxiously drunk and loud she was certain. With peace of mind, Alana allowed a blinding light which resembled wings to protrude from her back levitating the young woman onto the edge of the waters where the walkway began. <strong>“Nicee…,”</strong> Alana smiled devilishly while the blinding light suddenly disappeared. She dropped the towel onto the ground standing in the open completely exposed to the world while grabbing some clothing from a nearby cubby where she stashed her belongings.<br><br>Once fully dressed, Alana looked down towards the gem which she still held tightly in the palm of her hand. With a certain amount of care which she did not provide for others or their belongings, the young woman gently stashed the gem into a leather pouch which was attached to her waist. She pulled a string which was woven between the materials at the top of the pouch. The wingly always wanted to assure herself that her trinket was fully secure before continuing.<br><br>With this final task completed, Alana decided that it was finally time to head back to the inn which she had promptly checked into upon arriving. Unlike most of these tourists, the woman knew how hard it was getting a room in Fueno when special celebrations were not even going on. Tonight would be especially difficult if you waited until last minute. <strong>“Suckers…,”</strong> she grinned while thinking about all the people who would probably be forced to share rooms or sleep on the floors of the inns and various other public buildings, due to their absence of knowledge. <br><br>Alana allowed her gaze to shift from left-to-right and back again looking at the surrounding area, as well as the people and their families in awe while watching the fireworks which were being set off at more frequent intervals. She quickly performed a little spin while walking looking at the bazaar vendors who were making tons of currency during this frenzied occasion. While performing this act, the young woman bumped into a stranger causing her pouch to open only so slightly. If she had been paying attention, the wingly would have noticed the pulsating light which enveloped the gem tightly tucked away into safety. <br><br><strong>“Watch where you are going,”</strong> Alana blurted out, despite realizing that she was the cause of this conflict. She looked at the man, as well as his female wingly companion with curious eyes. <strong>“Man…,”</strong> the young woman continued in an arrogant manner, <strong>“I absolutely hate tourists. By the way, I think you could do way better than him if you are looking for a good time.”</strong> Her eyes grazed over the nearby crowd looking for someone more attractive and certainly more deserving of the presence of a fellow wingly. <strong>“Like him,”</strong> Alana pointed towards a rather attractive fellow who was purchasing something edible from one of the vendors. The young man was of average height with short, blonde hair which was dressed up to appear somewhat spiky with a muscular, lean body. <strong>“Yeah, he certainly is impressive for a human.”</strong> Alana grinned while turning back towards the two strangers for a few seconds before jumping back. The young woman said a curt goodbye before taking off towards the inn at a light jog. The gem inside her pouch began to pulsate at a slower pace before completely losing its glimmer becoming a normal gem once again.<br><br>Bursting through the door to the tavern which was connected to the inn where she was staying, Alana found herself panting attempting to catch her breath from the jog across town. <strong>“Another beer,”</strong> someone bellowed from across the room. <strong>“Drunkards,” </strong>the young woman muttered as she approached the tavern counter. She crossed her legs allowing the material on her hips to ride up ever so slightly. Her ivory skin was beautiful under the low lights provided by the establishment. Why pay for a drink yourself when so many men were willing to do the deed for you? Before she knew it, the bartender approached her with a wooden stein filled with hearty dark ale. <strong>“This is from the gentleman down at the other end of the bar,”</strong> he announced while handing her the mug. <strong>“Oh, thanks!”</strong> Alana pretended to act surprised while simultaneously giving a little wave of recognition to the fellow at the other end of the bar who was wasting his time and money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JayNighte</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2014, 05:48:10 pm</strong>
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				<br>Name: Franz Zuto<br>Location: Fueno Pub<br>Time: Evening<br>Tagging: Alana, Open<br><br>Something about the woman who has just come into the bar intrigues the half-giganto. For one, she was incredibly beautiful, which most of the other men there probably noticed, but this wasn't what got his attention. Something was...different about her. His instincts told him this, and he's learned from experience to trust his instincts. "On second thought," he says to the bartender, "two of your strongest ales - and give one of to the lady down there." He has a feeling that something interesting is about to happen. The bartender sighs, but complies with his order, even after being bellowed at. The half-giganto watches the woman carefully, with a large smile growing on his face. <em>Yes,</em> he thought, <em>I feel she can handle that drink, or her true self will show and be interesting.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Green Goo Theory</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2014, 08:20:45 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/scale_small/0/5322/455336-disc4_0023fueno.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Fueno, Evening...</strong></span><br><br>The harmless pryotechnics had only escalated.&nbsp; New arrivals to the party in the form of choreographed 'dancers' so to speak took to the skies.&nbsp; The vibrant white jets extending from their backs making their indentities readily apparent.&nbsp; Even if for many--such as those located inside of buildings and such-- weren't enjoying the main event a large majority of the city's current population was.&nbsp; Even from inside there was the occasionally 'oooh' and 'ahhhh' that perfectly coincided with a new part of the show.<br><br>The magicians put to work to accomplish the task were definitely getting put to work.&nbsp; Even if some of them were only required during prep those unfortunate enough to get stuck monitoring the light-based spells from both Wingly and <del>dragon</del>Human magic were getting their asses worked off.&nbsp; <br><br>The kicker of course was the additional pay for additional work for that lot.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r210/pseudoweapon/Female/Purple/cowgirlchaps.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Fiona<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Pub<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Officially Fiona had been scheduled to be working tonight too.&nbsp; Unofficially she had an entirely different goal for being here in the city.&nbsp; It was nice to have a 'vacation' if anyone cold call it that.&nbsp; Fiona enjoyed knocking back the drinks and getting wild witht he best of them but in everything except an act she wasn't allowed to enjoy herself.&nbsp; Not tonight.&nbsp; Not here.<br><br>A special task had been handed down and with it a few neeto useless gadgets.&nbsp; Or so Fiona had thought the entire time she had been located here in Fueno.&nbsp; An over crowded city filled with tourists all bound to leave and she was looking for several needles in the hay stack.&nbsp; Worse it was all done with the aid of a flimsy trinket around her neck.&nbsp; The necklace and the amulet at the end of it hadn't been tested at all.&nbsp; It wasn't like they knew how to test it anyway without a dragoon, dragon, or anything else that was similar around.&nbsp; <br><br>With a sigh Fiona stopped and simply rest her hands on her wide hips.&nbsp; While she was fully clothed she didn't leave much to anyone's imagination.&nbsp; It was a warm near tropical environment warmer than anything she was used to on a normal basis.&nbsp; The gun belt around her waist still supported by enough layers underneath to remain comfortable.&nbsp; The usual jacket and hat were peeled away leaving just the low cut top.&nbsp; <br><br>Another glance around and she would test the item again.&nbsp; Her index finger and thumb squeezing the amulet and a single run on its surface lit up faintly just enough for her to recognize <em>something</em> was happening.&nbsp; With that the item shook once and a variety of other runes on its surface flared and died indicating something was wrong.&nbsp; "Oh, <em>great</em>.&nbsp; Go to Fueno he said.&nbsp; You'll fine at least one there he said...&nbsp; hah!"&nbsp; <br><br>A glance up the street at the guard and wingly woman and then to the pub.&nbsp; A drink sounded good about now...<br><br>What Fiona didn't know was that every single time she used the amulet it was doing something.&nbsp; This last time too given such close proximity it'd send a tingling sensation up and down the spines of all of the potential dragoons.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2014, 02:06:32 pm</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alana Devlin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Franz, Fiona (Open for interaction)<br><br>With her head tilted back ingesting the alcohol from the stein, Alana glanced around the room noticing that the man who had sent over the alcohol had already taken his leave of the establishment. That was a relief. When she had decided not to approach him before drinking the hearty ale from the container, he probably released any expectations he might have had for the night regarding Alana. Then, she noticed that the bartender was returning to where she sat with another mug in his hand. The young woman finished off the alcohol that was left before slamming the mug down onto the counter. Alana could feel the foam which clung on to her face to form a mustache. Before getting a chance to remove the eyesore, she was approached by someone behind the counter. With only a light chuckle, the bartender left the mug directly in front of the young woman while giving a slight nod in the direction of the man who had sent over the drink. Embarrassed, the young woman hurriedly used her forearm to clean the mess on her face. She glared at the bartender grumbling something along the lines of <strong>“don’t you have something better to do?!”</strong> <br><br>After grabbing the empty container from the last drink, the obviously human man retreated behind the counter to tend to the other patrons of the bar still smiling from the encounter. Alana allowed her gaze to wander over to the stranger who had bought her second serving of alcohol while an exasperated sigh escaped her light colored, thin lips. The person whom her eyes met was obviously not human… At least, he was not completely human. <em>‘A giganto and a human? That is an interesting combination,’</em> the young woman declared internally while contemplating how such relations would even comfortably work. She shook her head from side-to-side allowing the images to escape her thought processes for at least the time being (preferably, forever). <br><br>Returning her gaze to his, Alana stared at him carefully for a prolonged amount of time. <strong>“I wonder if I can out drink someone of giganto heritage…,”</strong> the young woman stated curiously to no one in particular. She lifted the mug to her lips taking a hefty swig of the alcohol inside with no regard to what was inside the container. Quickly, the features on her face crinkled realizing that this was some of the strongest stuff in the tavern. She pulled the stein away from her face only slightly while finding the gaze of the stranger once more. <strong>“I accept your challenge!” </strong>Alana stood upright while planting the palms of her hands onto the counter top and bellowed across the tavern in a serious tone. After the young woman declared the alcohol drinking proclamation of war, the majority of the patrons began to stare at the wingly with much confusion. <br><br>Oblivious that she had become an object of much interest, the woman seated herself and inched the chair closer to the serving counter pulling the mug towards her chest. She took a few deep breaths in preparation for the consumption of such a hearty beverage. Alana certainly was not accustomed to drinking something so pure as far as alcohol was concerned. After her slight breathing exercises, the young woman did not think about it too much tipping her head back and pressing the mug to her lips. While allowing her mouth to adapt to the taste difference, the young woman squinted her eyes behind the safety of the mug making her distaste obvious. It took the wingly longer than usual to finish off the mug in its entirety. When she looked over towards the stranger however, Alana realized that she was able to keep pace with him which was a step in the right direction. <strong>“I will get this one,”</strong> the young woman grinned shaking the stein back and forth while addressing the bartender. He promptly brought the woman a replacement mug which was filled to the brim with the dark, hearty ale. She grabbed some coins from the pouch which was attached to her waist and threw them onto the counter. <strong>“You better not forget my opponent,”</strong> she raised her finger towards the bartender. The bartender smiled and nodded acknowledging the young woman while grabbing the coins on the table. While slowly sipping from the mug, Alana watched as he retreated to fill another mug for the patron across the bar. Once the alcohol arrived at the destination, the young woman quickly averted her gaze back to the mug which was in front of her. She did not want him to misinterpret any of her actions, especially be caught staring at him after returning the favor of buying him a drink. This was merely the wingly attempting to be diplomatic in a time of war. While drinking the beverage, the woman began to notice that the taste had become more familiar and was slowly growing on her. Perhaps, she could overcome this challenge after all!<br><br>-----<br><br>An unknown amount of beers later, Alana was finally starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol running through her veins. She was not aware of the status of her opponent whether he was still completely conscious and self-aware or whether he was barely hanging on by a thread. However in her mind, the young woman was still very much winning this competition. She jumped up and seated herself on the serving counter grabbing a nearby stein and taking a swig, despite knowing that the mug was not her own. <strong>“This festival turned out pretty awesome, don’t cha think?”</strong> Alana slurred all of her words but continued to boisterously interact with the nearby patrons. Many of the patrons of the bar were in a state similar to Alana by now. However, the young woman did manage a few nasty stares and whispers about her behavior.<br><br>Oblivious to her own actions, the young woman began to hum the tune playing in the background, as well as sway her body with the beat.&nbsp; <strong>“Ooh-ooh-ooh,”</strong> Alana made various noises displaying her excitement when a new song started to play throughout the establishment. She not only managed to pull herself to a standing position on the bar but also, the young woman allowed her&nbsp; body to move more freely and settled into a wild dance. Everyone else in the tavern be damned, Alana loved this song and was going to enjoy this moment to the fullest. While some of the patrons were busy enjoying the show, others began to leave the bar having had enough of her behavior. <strong>“Jealous?”</strong> she would exclaim loudly as they passed through the doors without as much as a glance in the direction of the petite, attractive wingly. <br><br>A wink here. A grazing touch there. Alana was doing a great job of working up the crowd when she felt a tingling sensation up and down her spine. The young woman shuddered turning on her heels to stare down the patrons who were standing behind her.<strong> “Bad! No touching…,”</strong> she bellowed while climbing down from the bar and waving a finger alarmingly towards the men who stared at each other wondering who had done what, probably jealous that they had not had the nerve themselves. <strong>“The show is over!”</strong> Alana exclaimed grabbing a nearby shot and downing the liquid in one swallow. <strong>“Thanks for everything,”</strong> she continued while grabbing a mug of brew which also did not belong to her. As she walked towards the entrance to the inn from the tavern, the young woman swayed back-and-forth from the effects of the alcohol. It seemed a lot easier to move when she was dancing on the bar… Shrugging off any questions she might have had, Alana downed the mug and placed the container on a nearby table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Dragoon: New Game+ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>May 31, 2014, 04:15:43 pm</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zephyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Fueno/Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegul, Alana, Franz, Fiona (Open to interaction)<br><br>As Zephyria waited for an answer to her question, she was rather startled when she felt someone bump into her.&nbsp; Her hands reflexively twitched towards her chakrams, though she restrained herself from grabbing them.&nbsp; Instead, she turned to see who had run into her.&nbsp; It was only a mild surprise to see it was another wingly...she knew that their kind had been spreading a bit more through the world, and that they were starting to coexist with the other races.&nbsp; Still...she had to wonder if this girl had stolen anything from her.&nbsp; Accidental crashes like that were a rather common tactic of thieves, after all...after quickly feeling her coin pouch to make sure what money she did have was still there, she opened her mouth to retort the other girl's words...<br><br>However, she didn't have much of a chance to say anything.&nbsp; The other wingly was already moving the conversation along, mentioning how she could find better if she wanted a good time...this confused Zephyria, at first.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what this girl was prattling on about...at least not until she pointed out a different human.&nbsp; Attractive as the human may have been, Zephyria's face twisted a bit in disgust.&nbsp; She wasn't looking for anything of that sort at this point in her life...she had far more important matters to worry about!&nbsp; As she turned to make sure the other wingly understood this, she noticed a bit of glowing coming from a pouch by her side.&nbsp; This piqued Zephyria's curiosity enought o make her pause, which in turn allowed the other girl to say a quick goodbye and run off.&nbsp; All of that, and Zephyria hadn't been able to get a single word in....she found that to be quite strange, indeed.<br><br>After watching the other girl jog off, and making a mental note that the glow from her pouch seemed to be fading, she sighed and turned back to the guard.&nbsp; "....well.&nbsp; That was certainly....interesting.&nbsp; Now, as I had been asking-" That was when she got a rather sudden, tingling sensation shooting up and down her spine.&nbsp; It made her whole body tense, and caused her to clench her teeth to avoid making any odd noises.&nbsp; What the HELL was that?&nbsp; She quickly glanced around, just with enough time to see a woman with an odd looking amulet around her neck.&nbsp; By Zephyria's reckoning, it looked like she was heading into a nearby tavern.&nbsp; Zephyria frowned slightly...something seemed off here, though she had no idea what it was.&nbsp; "...actually...thanks for the help.&nbsp; But,...maybe a drink would be nice, after all."&nbsp; That being said, she waved to the guard and then turned to head to the tavern, entering inside.<br><br>The first thing she did, of course, was the standard for just about any tavern....leave the weaponry at the door.&nbsp; Once she had disarmed herself of her chakrams, she took a good look around, taking note of where the woman she had seen earlier was, as well as the fact that there seemed to be a giganto in the house....as well as the other wingly from earlier, drunk as all get out.&nbsp; Once she had figured out where everyone was, she went to go find a spot in the place where she could observe them all without too much difficulty.&nbsp; She wasn't too worried about getting a drink...but if any servers came by, she'd go ahead and get an ale.&nbsp; Now...to wait, watch, and see if anything further happened.&nbsp; Tonight had been weird enough already...she just wanted to see where things went from here.
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