[A sithen of our own] IC thread
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				Title: <strong>[A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>purpleartemis00</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 23:46:08</strong>
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				Ardara stepped out into the drizzle of the Seattle streets and flipped open the clear umbrella. She had been in too many battles where rain in one’s eyes had determined the fight to walk without something covering her, even in this light drizzle. The tall thin woman’s eyes were the same dull grey as they sky overhead.<br><br>Ardara was disgusted by this city and wished she had chosen anywhere else, but Seattle was about as far as you could get from St. Louis, where the sithen entrance was, and still be in the continental United States. She hated Andais for her exile, but was determined to live away from the sidhe and their courtly ways. In many ways, the humans were better. Few of the denizens scurrying about in this world preferred trickery to violence. In fact, Ardara had discovered that most humans were willing to take arms before they resorted to deception and cunning.<br><br>Ardara sighed as she turned down a quiet street. She longed for sweeping battles and massive open-field conflicts, but that was locked safely in the past as her powers were within the Nameless.<br><br>“Good morning, ma’am.”<br><br>A passing pedestrian smiled and greeted Ardara and she scowled at him. She long to rip away her glamour and show him that he had no right to speak to her, as if they were equals. Instead, she tromped on her way.<br><br>Ardara reached the small store and closed her umbrella under the awning. The green and black, gaily striped awning had a small sign hanging above it. “Sidhe Steel,” it read it hand-lettered calligraphy. Ardara pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. She stepped through, into the dry air of the shop and hung her long green coat near the door.<br><br>Ardara had purchased the storefront when she moved to Seattle. She promptly set up a small shop and used a contact in the goblin mound to supply her with beautifully tempered goblins blades. For whatever reason the name “Sidhe Steel” encouraged more customers than her more truthful title “Goblin Blades” had. Ardara’s clientele were wealthy collectors that wanted a fey masterpiece in their collections. She acted as a go between for standard pieces and commissions alike.<br><br>She flipped on the house lights and watched display cases light up and steel shine. Ardara loved that, even in this era of powder and bullets, she was constantly immersed in the world of bright edges. The iron, being tempered with carbon, did not affect Ardara. <br><br>Ardara hit the last switch and revealed a case of three swords. These were different than the shining blades everywhere else. They were dull and very old. So far, no collector had wanted or been able to pay for these precious artifacts. The swords had dull ivory blades, made from the long leg bones of a warrior Red Cap. They handles were sidhe-carved in exquisite silver. Ardara looked over the blades, wishing she could open the case and run through the streets hacking and slashing with one of those mystical swords.<br><br>Instead, she flipped the “Open” sign over and started to flip through orders that had been placed through the internet. Ardara hired a human girl to help her “go online.” Since she had, her sales had doubled. Ardara was beginning to wonder if the girl would be available full-time. Ardara didn’t like or understand the computers. Being a warrior sidhe made her untrustworthy of devices that stored information like sniveling monks.<br><br>A phone ringing cut through the silence of the shop and Ardara snatched the phone from the counter.<br><br>“Yes…” her voice was clipped and precise.<br><br>“No, I don’t maintain the website. She’s not in. You can call again tomorrow.” Ardara pressed a button and the laid the phone back down.<br><br><em>A once powerful warrior goddess transformed into a shopkeeper. I’m beyond hope.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 04:47:24</strong>
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				Bella extended one long, elegant leg from the cab and pushed herself out of the vehicle, suppressing a shudder of revulsion as she did so.&nbsp; There had been too much iron in the cab's frame for her to travel comfortably, and she found herself missing her sidhe steed, long since lost when the magic had first begun to wane.&nbsp; <br><br>The Unseelie Court would have snapped her up in a heartbeat, of that she was acutely aware.&nbsp; Even when she had belonged to the glittering throng of the Seelie Court, several emissaries had been sent on behalf of Andais and half the nobles to her to inquire about her pieces.&nbsp; But after the ugliness that had spawned from all sides during her summary banishment, she no longer had any desire to participate, even passively, in the politics of the court system.<br><br>Iron had its uses though, she mused, watching Thad step out of the cab behind her with the iron-reinforced briefcase cuffed to one wrist to prevent any fae or mortal trickery to get at her near-priceless pieces.&nbsp; She'd hired the mortal assistant a few years back after he'd shown great promise within the arts of jewelcrafting.&nbsp; He leaned back into the cab long enough to pay the driver, then followed her into the shop.<br><br>She swept into the shop, and as always found herself smiling faintly at the jingle of the silver bell above the door.&nbsp; Sometimes, the old classics were best, and Ardara certainly knew how to put elegant touches on her shop.<br><br>"Good morning, Ardara," she said, with just a hint of warmth to lighten her tone, and made a gesture with her hand to bring Thad forward with the briefcase.&nbsp; The mortal had long since been trained to efficiency, and without needing to be told what to do, he uncuffed the case from his wrist and set it on the counter.&nbsp; "I trust the day finds you well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 07:45:57</strong>
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				Brom walked down the street, carrying one of those four-foled cardboard trays for carrying drinks. He had coffee in them. There was four of them, made up in different ways. One, that was simply black, was his own. The others he hoped to ply Ardara with.&nbsp; <br><br>Clad in one of those long, ridiculous leather coats (it was actually a fake leather of human fabrication) that reached down to the knees, Brom wore the garment to conceal that he was ridiculously well-armed. He had a pair of semi-automatic pistols hidden within the jacket's confines; a revolver that fired a round with enough power to break a weak wrist and a barrel of such a length as to raise questions of overcompensation; a number of knives balanced for throwing; a number of combat knives; spare ammunition; a length of piano wire. And that was just what was concealed by the coat. Beside each ankle was a smaller pistol, and across from each pistol a throwing knife. His belt was a weapon, supposedly a blade in itself - a human invention that Brom considered more of a toy than anything else. And finally, there was his left hand - his silver left hand that was imperishable and untarnishable, a masterwork that couldn't be forged in these times of faded magic. In a fight it was better than a flesh and blood hand, though it was an imperfection and the Sidhe despised imperfection.<br><br>That wasn't even to begin to consider his collection of weapons, either, back at his home. He'd quite a collection there. Some of it consisted of pieces purchased at Adara's shop, but others were modern weapons purchased from shady men who professed to hate the government. Brom'd been forced to purchase some 'literature' and pay lip service to ridiculous politics in order to gain the trust of the men who would sell him fully automatic longarms, their parts, and ammunition. It'd been worth it, and the skill for dissembling that was the hallmark of the Sidhe had served him well.<br><br>Beneath the jacket and the neccessary accoutrements to carry around his personal armoury, Brom wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He had running shoes on, of some brand that he was assured was 'wicked rad.' Of course there was the black (also fake) leather glover over his left hand, with its flared cuff that covered part of the upper arm. <br><br>The bell didn't jingle when Brom entered, out of some purely skill manipulation that he'd developped over the hundreds of years where he'd patronized guerilla warfare and the unmanful stalking during the night to murder from darkness. It lacked the elegance and style that made the Queen's Darkness so feared, or the honour that made Ardara a goddess to whom blood and lives had flowed in plenty.<br><br>As Bella was already engaged in business, Brom walked over to a display of daggers, and pretended to be interested in them. And he was, perhaps. One could never have <em>too</em> many knives, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 02:10:53</strong>
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				Hrothgar ducked his head slightly as he stepped through the doorway and into the shop. His eyes flicked around the room, noting the positions of the others within, and his lips turned up slightly as he saw the blades that glittered under small lights. Some of them were quite possibly his, but he'd want to examine them to see which.<br><br><em>Enough daydreaming.</em> he scolded himself. <em>Kurag goblin-king gave you a charge. Fulfill it.</em>. With a nod to himself he stepped forwards, looking down on the woman behind the counter. He said nothing, waiting for her to conclude her business and turn her attention to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 07:18:10</strong>
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				Violet wrinkled her nose as the rain continued to fall. Being small sometimes had its disadvantages as well. Why had she picked Seattle of all places to settle down in? She tightened her grip on the umbrella spoke and judged the distance. As her unknowing ride continued on, Violet let go and dropped several inches before her wings caught the air. With as much grace as she could muster, she dipped toward the bright awning.<br><br>With a small cry she hoped no one heard, she tumbled in midair has her wing was hit with a droplet, swooping under the awnings protection. Shaking herself, she gave her wings a few fast flutters and nearly giggled as she landed above the door. Now that she was out of danger, she could appreciate the view and drew in a deep breath. She did so enjoy the rain. Smart thing to settle in Seattle.<br><br>Pulling back, she sat still and silent as several people entered the shop she was at. With a little wriggle of her tiny bottom, Violet launched herself into a diving loop and managed to make it inside before the door swung shut after a particularly large beast.<br><br>Quick as a flash, she darted into a corner, perching high so she could see the entire shop. Pale purple eyes trailed over the gleaming glass cases, the walls, the milling customers and the employees. Biting her lip, she chided herself that she was on the clock. She could play later but the urge to flutter over to the tall one she had followed in was nearly impossible to resist. After so many years stuck standing silently behind Queen Niceven, Violet loved to laugh and mischief always brought a laugh to her lips.<br><br>With a heavy sigh, she drew her attention back to the shiny swords that were displayed until she saw the one she was searching for. Sitting on the window sill, she kicked her feet and bit her lip again. It looked like it would be a while before she would get some help.<br><br>Without thinking, she pushed herself off and fluttered over to the tall one. With a cheeky grin, she swept up over his head and ended upside down, hovering mere inches from his face. <em>"Hello there. I'm Violet. And who might you be? This is a wonderful collection, don't you think?”</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 15:18:21</strong>
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				The light rain pattered listlessly down on Ciarcainan, drumming out tunes on his clothes and skin, making the scent of the iron-thick city seep into his skin. He shuddered at the thought and yearned for the open wilds, where everything was green. Reality was a sad substitute for memory, offering only a world of dower greys and unnatural, forced colours in the garb of the humans and the paint of the poison-metal cars. <br><br>He felt a droplet worm down from his hat brim towards his eye, so he shook his head. He was here now, and would be here until he was summoned back to the Mound. He had no time to be lamenting what had led him here – he had to stay focused. <br><br>The traffic hindered his line of sight, but it didn’t stop him seeing the number of sidhe who went into ‘Sidhe Steel’ – including the owner, there was four sidhe, one human and a demi-fey. He hadn’t thought there would be so many in this inhospitable city, so far from a sithen, and for them to gather in this shop so soon after it had opened was… suspicious. <br><br>Ciar grinned slowly. This could be exactly what he had been hoping for.<br><br>He had to get closer. <br><br>He moved some way down the road before attempting to cross, not wishing to draw the attention of the sidhe to his approach. Carefully he dodged between the cars, his lip lifting off his teeth as one driver filled the air with a meaningless blast of sound. It left his delicate ears buzzing.<br><br>Once on the pavement, he moved with the slow walking humans, passing the shop without paying it more attention than a bored glance over the window display, then stopped at the next shop front, leaning against the wall and checked the distinctive white forelock and pointed ears were still hidden from sight. He couldn’t hide what he was from the sidhe, but he could escape human attention by looking nondescript.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 17:24:44</strong>
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				Hrothgar leaned back slightly, to avoid going cross eyed while looking at the tiny demi fey that hung in the air in front of him. "Hrothgar." he answered, his voice a dull rumble of distant thunder. "And yes. They are good blades. Goblin blades."<br><br>His lips quirked into what could be called a smile. "Maybe a little big for you to weild though." He cocked his head to one side, trying to get a better look at her, then straightened up again. "Aren't you uncomfortable like that?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>purpleartemis00</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 18:38:41</strong>
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				Ardara looked up from the mind-numbing orders to fill when the silver bells at the door chimed. Bella stood in the doorway with a human servant. Ardara's cool demeanor relaxed a little at seeing the woman.<br><br>"As well as one can be, far from the sithen. You look particularly radiant today."<br><br>Ardara had spent most of her life in the courts, where appearance was tantamount to power. The compliment was no mere lip service, but a genuine compliment that served as a social stimulant. She watched as the boy stepped forward with the suitcase and set it upon the counter. Ardara gestured for him to open the case, she feared the iron that it stunk of.<br><br>"What have you brought me today?" She asked Bella.<br><br>Ardara's eyes turned away from the boy as she smelled an aroma of coffee. She hadn't heard the bells and that meant that Brom must be looking for a new blade. He went to a display and started browsing, so Ardara turned her attention back to Bella.<br><br>"They are quite splendid," Ardara had always admired Bella's craftsmanship. She had long been a destroyer, not a creator and felt a touch of envy at what Bella and the goblins who tempered her swords were able to produce.<br><br>Ardara turned away agian, at the sound of the bells chiming another entrance. Her eyes widened imperceptibly, as a goblin slipped under the doorway.<br><br><em>This is shaping up to be an interesting day. I haven't had this many fey in my shop in a month, and certainly never all at once.<br></em><br>Ardara returned her attention to Bella.<br><br>"Your pieces are exquisite, as usual. But aren't you throwing them away on the humans? I, usually, only have one or two fey customers."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kylie</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 08:53:08</strong>
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				<br>Sunhee was perched on a stool by the window of the coffee shop, with a sheath of papers fanned out along the narrow counter in front of her.&nbsp; She twisted softly from side to side, adjusting the knee-length slit skirt that matched her warm, dark grey acrylic top with its trace of white detail.&nbsp; Another sip of coffee, frowning almost imperceptibly at the taste.&nbsp; Not her regular brew.&nbsp; She didn't usually come so far downtown from her sublet by the university.&nbsp; Maybe she would as it came closer to time to actually shoot this project.&nbsp; For now, the setup was endless.&nbsp; They would have to pay her - probably - because she was one of the few people with serious training involved.&nbsp; Just, casting was taking ages.<br><br>She blinked sideways, the slightly hot paper cup brushing her cheek beside a loose wisp of her casual updo.&nbsp; A very tall figure had just passed along the sidewalk, wearing some coat that belonged more in the freewheeling young district further south.&nbsp; Her gaze lingered along the stride of his calves, just beneath the ends of the coat, before he passed completely out of sight.&nbsp; <br><br>A little tingle ran up her spine, even as her eyes dropped back to the sketches of filmshot angles.&nbsp; Something wasn't quite right about him, here.&nbsp; Of course there were artists, and plenty of goths just passing through on their way to the more affordable shops along the waterfront.&nbsp; But, he did not move like them.&nbsp; He moved like someone who had a purpose that was not to be denied.&nbsp; What was more, something about him - she wasn't sure quite what&nbsp; but a misplaced instinct nudged her - something about him had been trained in just how to move.&nbsp; <br><br>She shrugged, barely a twitch under her sweater, her narrow eyes drifting along the paper and across the room with just a little extra edge of forced boredom.&nbsp; If he actually was of faerie, it wouldn't be the first to pass through Seattle.&nbsp; It was far from the court and from the more important of human politics, but who was to say.&nbsp; Perhaps Andais or some lesser noble was collecting totem art, or stocking up on coffee for that matter.&nbsp; She didn't expect any such thing, but it did not matter.&nbsp; The mantra reasserted itself in her head.&nbsp; <em>You are no one in particular among them, and you have other things to create.&nbsp; Focus.&nbsp; </em><br><br>The edge of a fingernail, drifting along an invisible diagonal between the focus of a shot and where the camera should be.&nbsp; She sucked in a breath behind the paper cup as she picked it up again, a little.&nbsp; <em>Is Josie going to come out and discuss the equipment today, or is she going to flake again?</em>&nbsp; She could always go over to the canal and the parks, walk out the outdoor settings - if the rain didn't come to stay later.&nbsp; The paper with the classifieds exposed just barely protruded from her handbag by the window.&nbsp; She blinked at it coldly.&nbsp; Sure, her modeling gigs paid enough for now and it could be interesting...&nbsp; But, her heart was in film.&nbsp; If only the industry would get itself together again!&nbsp; <br><br>For just a moment, her eyes shifted back and forth along the sidewalk warily as she took in more coffee.&nbsp; <em>I belong here.&nbsp; Nothing to see. </em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 14:31:00</strong>
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				"My tailor has proven sufficient," Bella replied, as a roundabout way of thanking Ardara for the compliment she'd paid her.&nbsp; Sidhe never directly thanked anyone, and no matter how many human customs Bella had picked up in her time of exile, she was not about to pick up such a vulgar habit as thanking people.&nbsp; "If you like his work, I can give you his card.&nbsp; He has a particular eye for fae fashions, and his taste in material and color choice is nearly impeccable. For a mortal, of course."<br><br>She turned to regard Thad, a composed man in his early 30s dressed smartly in a suit and tie.&nbsp; For a moment, she permitted to see him through the eyes of a sidhe that was not herself, and a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth.&nbsp; In ancient days, she'd often taken mortals under her wing to teach them the fine art of jewelcrafting, but during her time in the Shining Court, that custom had fallen by the wayside.&nbsp; Taranis had been a nearly schizophrenic ruler, one minute welcoming mortal servitors into the sithen, the next dropping subtle hints that perhaps there were growing to be too many of them in the mounds.&nbsp; She hated to admit it to herself, and would throw herself in front of the Queen's Darkness before she said it aloud, but her self-imposed exile really had been the best thing to happen to her in centuries.&nbsp; She had finally been free enough to rediscover her passion for teaching, something she had not been able to afford within the Seelie sithen.<br><br>"Thad has made these sets," she said off-handedly, and coming from most other sidhe, it would have been a backhanded insult to the shopkeeper in question.&nbsp; But Bella never, <em>ever</em> offered an apprentice's pieces unless she herself had inspected them rigorously and declared them fit for consignment.&nbsp; "I have, of course, included one or two of my own handiwork," she continued, leaning gracefully on the counter.&nbsp; "Dragon-themed this month.&nbsp; Despite the unfortunate lack of fae clients, it would have been a shame for them to only gather dust in the dark corners of my cabinets, so I brought them to you for display."<br><br>She glanced over her shoulder at Brom in the shop, and smiled faintly.&nbsp; "Good day," she called politely.&nbsp; "You're looking particularly imposing today."&nbsp; He didn't seem like he'd gone out of his way to dress up, but it would have been rude not to find something to compliment him with.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 02:38:18</strong>
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				Brom looked up from the knives, tempted by one in particular. He had others like it, but it never hurt to have more, and the curve of the blade was just so alluring. The perfect line of steel held a lot of attraction for him, as it was safer to pine after steel curves than those of Sidhe women while he served as one of her Ravens. The celibacy hadn't been too difficult for Brom, because he seldom took lovers even when he was free to do so. But those long, long years of knowing he wasn't able to touch left him without a spark of desire to fan into flame. It was difficult sometimes for him to acknowledge beauty as ettiquette demanded because sometimes he didn't see it anymore.<br><br>"You make me so," Brom said, "for you and Ardara bring the old times to again with your beauty." The Sidhe warrior said. He fumbled the delivery slightly. They were in mixed company, and bringing up the old times with a goblin present might not've been the best choice of words. Brom smiled to Bella and Ardara, but it looked on the fae male. His wasn't a face that'd borne a genuine smile in centuries, and it showed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fatalis</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 11:23:54</strong>
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				Walking down the dreary streets of Seattle, the water logged place had become more of a home to him then even the sithen ever had. It had been so long since he had been there. He sighed with his thoughts as he continued on his way. A place he visited almost regularly lately. It was the only taste of home he had in well.. he couldn't even remember. The smile lingered upon lush kissable lips. His blue hair was tied back in a low tail having braided it. Using a slight glamour to hide the fact that it hung nearly to his ankles. His tri colored blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of reflective shades that he always wore. He wasn't that great with glamour. Never really had been. Ask him to build you an ice castle out of water great but something that came so simply to the other Fae.. well it had always eluded him. Still though he managed to pass for human but barley. Having lived out of the sithen for so long though he had decide that to look the out cast might serve him better. His blue hair he let remain blue, the light cast in it caused it to look like shimmering water just as the morning light strikes it. A soft curelen blue. He was wearing a simple black leather jacket and faded jeans that rested low on his lean hips. One would be able to tell by looking at him that he was rather muscular under that jacket. The way the shirt stretched over his chest. It was black and had a rather large faded skull in the center. His ears now pierced he allowed them to show pointed letting the mortals think perhaps he had them cosmetically done that way. <br>&nbsp;It didn't take long to reach the street that the shop was on, the door opening to emit him casually. He strode in with a quiet confidence. It was the only other place he felt more of his blood there surrounding him.. and odd feeling of home..though there was a deeper side of it.. something his memory was blocking out completely. Remaining silent he again began to walk through the many items in the shop. His hand hovering over the glass that held some of the blades. He listend for bits and pieces of conversation but never added anything himself. His eyes finding the shop keeper and smiling rather charmingly at her as he nodded his polite greeting and moved on...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:24:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35722.msg1853267#msg1853267">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 03-05-2009, 17:24:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hrothgar leaned back slightly, to avoid going cross eyed while looking at the tiny demi fey that hung in the air in front of him. "Hrothgar." he answered, his voice a dull rumble of distant thunder. "And yes. They are good blades. Goblin blades."<br><br>His lips quirked into what could be called a smile. "Maybe a little big for you to weild though." He cocked his head to one side, trying to get a better look at her, then straightened up again. "Aren't you uncomfortable like that?" he asked.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Violet gave a small laugh when he showed no signs of swatting her away. Her hair waved like a deep amethyst banner beneath her hovering body as she shook her head. Her wings slowly opened and closed, the varying shades of purple from the palest to the darkest catching the lights from the numerous display cases surrounding them, keeping her suspended in front of him though she moved a bit away when she saw his eyes go kinda crossed trying to focus on her.<br><br>"Not at all, Hrothgar. Gives me a nice head rush when I right myself," she chirped as she spun herself upright. Blowing a length of hair from her eyes, she tossed the mass over her shoulder to hang down her back, her wings keeping it somewhat contained. "And don't let my size fool you. I'm small but mighty," she added with a flex of her tiny arm, the somber statement betrayed by her twitching lips.<br><br>Spinning in a quick circle, she took in the room with a glance, nodding to herself when she saw no one standing near the blade she had been sent to procure. Facing the giant again, she stuck out her hand as she had seen the humans do, sparkling eyes watching him. "Pleased to meet you, Hrothgar. So what brings you out on this lovely rainy day?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 00:03:19</strong>
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				Hrothgar chuckled at the demi-feys reply. "You do not need to convince me of that." he replied. "I remember what your Court achieved." He glanced towards the sidhe at the counter before replying to the second question. <br><br>"I am here for her." A arm as big as the sidhes leg was extended, a finger pointing towards Bella. There was a rasp as he drew a large barbed spear from his back, and dropped to one knee as the sidhe turned towards him.<br><br>"Kurag Goblin-King sends his greetings to you." he rumbled, bowing his head and setting the spear on the ground between them. "To honour the agreement between the two of you, I am sworn to your service for the next 3 moons." His head rose to regard the sidhe smith, and await her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [A sithen of our own] IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 03:11:18</strong>
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				Violet smiled at his response, strangely pleased that the demi-fey’s place in history was not forgotten. She followed the line of his arm, eyes widening a bit as she darted further away as he began to draw his weapon. She hoped this turn of events wouldn't slow her getting what she came for. Her client was most determined to have that sword by nightfall.<br><br>Hovering up near the ceiling, she watched quietly as Hrothgar knelt, laying the spear on the ground as he addressed the elf. Her lips formed a surprised O at the mention of a agreement and her wings twitched with the need to find out more.<br><br>Eyes darting between the two, she silently calculated if and how this information might be used for her benefit.
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