Sea
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 13:53:22 GMT -5
"I suppose that might be acceptable," said Gwen non-commitedly. She shivered from the ice, and leaned against the wall, huffing out puffs of visible air. She looked about, the normal blaze look in her eye gone. She looked at the ground. Everything was so cold. The spray on her clothes had frozen. She hugged her knees, and waited for the sun to serve its obvious purpose. "If I get frostbite in broad daylight, I'll die of irony."
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 28, 2008 14:20:07 GMT -5
"Good. Cyndon, you and Gwen might be honorable opponents to the men and women in the tournament. When we get there, I'll show you the way to the registering booth, and you'll be briefed on the event. DONIVAN!" Kerrain yelled, turning to his first mate.
"Get me my cloak and my hat. We're bridging into Illyia!"
"Yessah, Cap'n!"
Instantly, all the corsairs stopped their duty and came to the deck where carried by Donivan was the dark red and black of a captain's coat. On top being a mighty and swaying hat of a pirate captain. Kerrain jumped down form the stern and took up the coat as he slipped it on, his bare chest still showing, but not as much. Buckles fashioned of silver connected belts across the breast of the coat, followed by the ship's dragon emblem on its flowing back. Kerrain then donned his hat, accented by a black feather, and was acclaimed by the cheers of his crew. The captain was going to enter the Four Moon Tournament once more.
Kerrain leaped back up onto the stern with a backflip, his coat wriggling in the wind as he flew. With a solid thud, came a burst of fire from the center of Illyia, followed by a pillar of water. The tournament registration had begun. Within moments, the Grenavive crashed onto the shore of the settlement and the anchor was thrown. Great white birds flew overhead and accented the tropical scene of the place. Fruit was strewn lavishly upon the beach trees, and fish jumped widly into the air. Illyia was a place of life and entertainment.
"Throw down the gangplank, men! We're going to let the city of Illyia know Guil'tee the Hurricane is here!"
"YAAA-HAARRR!!" Came the roar of the pirates as the gangplank slammed onto the pine-made dock.
Kerrain was the first to disembark as his feet hit the pine and he breathed in the fresh air. He could sense her here.
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 15:16:20 GMT -5
Gwen flew to her feet, her cold forgotten. She bolted over to Kerrain. She had a few questions. She was not girly in the least, but she did care about presentation and hygiene. It was for that reason she was preparing to ask if they could purchase a set or two of clothes for her- She didn't want to smell to terrible by always wearing the same clothes. And the clothes she had on were hardly presentable- dirty and ragged. She wouldn't want to be in the Tournament looking like a pig. "Kerrain, sir, might we find a place where I could get some new clothing? I would like to be more presentable than this for the Tournament."
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 28, 2008 21:31:30 GMT -5
Cyndon jumped to attention as soon as everyone else was reacting so rowdily. He was pumped to get to the tournament and not a lot else mattered to him. It was time to show himself and others how well he could do, whether he was with a person helping or not it didn't matter.
"Ah, about my clothes..." Cyndon looked down at the blood stains and such in his clothes from constant movement and walking without rest. the white outfit was caked with dirt from all the roads he had traveled and he knew it was going to be a hassle to get more clothes for himself, until he remembered the pack he was carrying with him. He pulled out a second ice blue robe and quickly changed, revealing the black pants and white shirt underneath.
He pulled out a large cowl and mantle piece that was made of heavy leather. it was studded with large metal beads around the edge of the hood and had a large ornate phoenix embroidered on the left shoulder of the mantle and an ornate tiger on the right shoulder. the red leather and red phoenix and blue tiger with the blue robe really made him stand out, but he didn't mind it in the least. He placed it over his head and pulled the hood up and over to hide his face from view.
"This ought to be an interesting costume to the tournament, and it shouldn't hinder me all that much, either." He chuckled to himself as he put his clothes away to wash later. he was absolutely ready to head to the tournament and get things done. who knew, maybe they'd win some prize money if and when they made it to the championship!
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 29, 2008 11:53:31 GMT -5
Kerrain reached inside his coat and brought out three bags of jingling metal. He always kept a stash tucked away within the coat, a sort of emergency fund. Though, he knew women. And if women needed new clothes, usually it WAS an emergency of some sort. The pirate turned around and placed two bags in her hand, and tossed one bag to Cyndon, just in case the man had decided against his blue ensemble.
"Gwen. Follow that smell of roasted chicken, when it ends, take a left. You'll know the left because you'll pick up the slight scent of mint. The mint is a sort of air freshener to begin the women's interests section of the bazaar. From there on, I'm sure you can get all help you want. Merchant scouts have already seen you come off my ship. They'll want you to try everything. Cyndon, go wherever you want. When the fire and water shoots up into the air once more, go to the source. That's the time you and Gwen can sign up for the team tournament. Now, I MUST be going." Kerrain explained as he turned and stalked off into the masses. People were bunching up everywhere.
Mostly because the solo tournament was beginning, and everyone wanted a seat in to arena to gaze upon the event and watch for the returning champion, Elannia.
"Can you sense that?"
"Yes, Degel. I can."
"Why didn't you tell those two to go to the arena and watch you?"
"Because I'm not an attention seeker."
Captain Guil'tee went into a run and bolted up a tree, going into a backflip and landing right in front of a forming line to the registration booth.
"Kerrain Guil'tee. Returning finalist."
The registrar looked up wide-eyed and regarded the captain with a glowing smile. He took his pencil and noted down the name, then pointed to the back door of the arena. Kerrain nodded and hurried off. He wasn't going to be here when the brawlers came to sign.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 29, 2008 13:02:15 GMT -5
Cyndon looked down at the bag and then back to Guil'tee. He nodded to the captain and then wandered about wondering where to head. He decided to head for the center of the town to see if there was some place to buy clothes for himself. He noted that a few people were looking at him strangely, he even heard people whispering about him while walking along.
"I saw him get off of that ship... the Grenavive i think they call it. He's with Guil'tee the Hurricane!" Two women were standing near the entrance to a store. One was in a green dress with a brown shawl over her shoulders while the other was in a red dress and gray shawl. The one in the green dress had been whispering and when she was finished, the other woman gasped and her eyes grew wide. She looked over at Cyndon with a look of contempt in her eyes.
"Filthy Pirate!" She threw a stone from the road at him. He easily caught it and dropped it to the ground, then walked toward the woman. She shuddered and immediately dropped her gaze from him as she whimpered and expected to get hurt. He simply looked over at the store clerk and then back to the woman and said:
"Just because one's a pirate... doesn't mean they are meant to be hated criminals... Captain Guil'tee isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be... He's just feared due to his ferocity, not his cruelty." He put a hand on her face and pulled her head up to meet his gaze, his dual-tone eyes meeting her green eyes. She smirked a little and wiped at a tear in her eye, and simply shuffled away with her friend.
"*sigh* another day, another person attempting to hurt a pirate." He realized that somewhere someone was going to call authorities, so he decided to hurry to a clothes store.
"Welcome how may we - Oh my...!" Cyndon was greeted at the door, and then seeing who he was, the clerks disposition suddenly changed. He rushed around the store grabbing all sorts of different shirts and pants as he rushed Cyndon to the changing room. There were all sorts of clothes, especially shirts made of silk and such fine fabrics... Cyndon looked over the door to the man standing outside.
"You know, you don't really have to do this... I'm probably going to ask for a cotton shirt and some heavy duty pants, you know... i have no need for silk on a ship!" The clerk insisted on at least one silk shirt, almost as if he was bribing Cyndon to never return to the store, or maybe he was afraid that Cyndon would get mad and attack. In the end he got past the clothes store with a couple of cotton shirts, a couple of pairs of pants, and a silk shirt pressed and wrapped... He'd have one heckuva story for Kerrain after the tournament...
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 13:28:39 GMT -5
Gwen approached Cyndon, and lightly touched his shoulder. "Cyndon... might you help me? I need to find clothes but.. I.. I can't see them, so I don't know what would be.. becoming, you know? Might you come and help me?" Her eyes wouldn't rise to meet his, as though she were filled with shame that she was asking him for help. Her cheeks were slightly pinkened with embarassment, as she continued to let her blind eyes trained on the floor.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 29, 2008 13:34:41 GMT -5
Cyndon looked at Gwen with shock. She was trusting him with something like that? He stupidly shook his head in response, then catching what he did responded: "Yes, i'll help you! it's perfectly fine by me!" He was blushing as much as she was about the entire thing, he didn't like people feeling uneasy around him, it made him feel just as bad. "Well, lead the way to the places you'd want to go, i'm ready to go whenever you are!" He bowed low, showing his chivalrous side again. He wondered where they were going to be going, and also wondered what her tastes were in clothing... soon shaking it from his mind as he began to get a little lecherous. ((poor Cyndon ))
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 13:38:35 GMT -5
Gwen nodded, suddenly less sheepish. She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him down the street in an un-Gwen-like lapse of joy. She ran with him down the street, before letting go, and stopping. She sniffed the air, searching for the scent of mint. As she found it, she was concentrating intently.. so intently she walked off onto the main road. She was so intent she didn't even her the sound of a wagon racing towards her across the cobblestone. She did, of course, eventually, but the houses created an odd echoing effect, and Gwen found she had no idea where it was coming from. All she could do was stand there.. and wait for impact.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 29, 2008 13:43:47 GMT -5
"OH MY GOD, GWEN! LOOK OUT!" Cyndon jumped out into the street and shoved Gwen out of the way. The cart lurched as it hit Cyndon straight on. he flew through the air as he closed his eyes and focused. there was a mass of screaming as people watched Cyndon's limp body fly through the air and suddenly a large column of water appeared and enveloped Cyndon, slowing his impact with the ground. As people crowded around him he forced the water out of his clothes and grinned up at the crowd deleriously.
"Is the woman okay?" His eyes closed and he passed out. The next thing he realized he was awake and Gwen was standing nearby waiting for him to awaken.
"Ugh... well, that was interesting. Ready to finally get to shopping?" Cyndon grinned as if nothing had really happened.
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 13:46:20 GMT -5
Gwen helped him up. "You up to it?" Not waiting for an answer, she led him down the street, slower this time. She finally came to a store, where she opened the door, a small bell rang. She led Cyndon inside, and looked about. She ran her hand along the fabrics. "Cyndon, will you help me find one for the Tournament and some others for the next voyage? The one for the Tournament should be special, you know?"
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 29, 2008 14:09:05 GMT -5
Cyndon walked from aisle to aisle as he looked through the clothes with Gwen close in tow. He saw very exotic clothes as he moved around and finally something suddenly gleamed in his eyes. There was a long blue shirt hanging on a rack with a long split at the bottom. He had guessed that the shirt would reach down to a person's knees and the split would end just about at their waist. The shirt had no sleeves to it, and sitting right next to it were slightly baggy blue pants that matched them perfectly.
"Here, Gwen, go try these on!" He handed her the clothes and led her to the changing rooms. Then he walked quickly back around to see if he couldn't find another outfit to buy. He found a section filled with skimpy outfits but walked past it; he knew she would kill him if he even insinuated it. instead he found an interesting short sleeved kimono and sandals. The sandals had two blocks sitting horizontally on the bottom, making them look like the stereotypical samurai sandals. He rushed back to the dressing rooms and waited for Gwen to see if she liked the other outfit.
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 16:19:30 GMT -5
San carefully put them on, miraculously getting them on without any trouble. She exited the dressing room. The light, linen fabric kept close to her skin, not hiding her features yet not making them overly obvious. She turned around in a circle, the shirt flaring out slightly at the bottom. "How does it look?" she asked, admiring the swish of the soft fabric against her skin. Years of coarse and dirty clothes can really get to someone, and she simply marvelled at it. The cleanliness, the softness, the way it fell. She smiled, her eyes glittering happily.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 29, 2008 16:29:27 GMT -5
Cyndon's eyes lit up with glee.
"Gwen, it looks beautiful on you! I've brought another outfit for trying out as well, i think you'd like this one as well. It's a short sleeved kimono and sandals to match!" He held the clothes out to Gwen and grinned openly. He liked hanging out with Gwen, and he really enjoyed helping her with things as well. He began to wonder to himself how the other pirates would react when they saw her in these clothes, knowing that she was a beauty in all aspects of the word. He chuckled to himself as he thought of some of the pirates drooling over her.
"This tournament is going to be interesting, methinks. It's probably a good thing we aren't facing Captain Kerrain." Cyndon mumbled loud enough for only Gwen to hear
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 16:37:14 GMT -5
Gwen took the clothes and changed quickly, pulling the dress over her head quickly. She put on the shoes, before realizing she realizing she couldn't tie the obi. She struggled with it for a moment, before resigning to ask Cyndon. The kimono, thank G-d, had a little underdress, for she couldn't seem to keep the kimono completely closed without the obi. In fact, it hung about her at the moment like an unzipped coat. The underdress was thin and white, as well as fairly short. She didn't know this however. "Cyndon... could you help me.. I can't tie the obi.. and.. I don't want to walk out without it tied..." Her voice was embarassed again.
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