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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 23:37:17 GMT -5
"There." he said pointing ahead, "We're here." Valdoren grouped his bow and arrow, but not to an extreme. When they reached the tent, two guards had gone and blocked the door. Valdoren halted, wondering what language they spoke so he might be able to respond easier.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 23:43:10 GMT -5
Terent was about to open his mouth, but quickly decided against it, lest he end up in a tree again. His elven ears twitched slightly and he just stood there, looking from Valdoren to the guards, Valdoren then the guards, Valdoren, guards, Valdoren, guards. Ooookay then... what was this brilliant plan? Geez! Everything was just so.. odd around here. Why can't it just be a simple world with espionage, double crossing psychics, disgruntled dragons, polka, spoons, creepy roomates, and... wait... that's not a simple world at all. Damn it. There goes Terent's plan... But they could still use the polka... and the spoons. Those were good ideas. Creepy roommates could go.
and they needed shrooms.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 23:46:57 GMT -5
Valdoren and the guards spoke....a distinct decent of spainish latin. He looked towards Terent after a couple moments of arguements with the two guards. "Lets go," he told Terent as the doors opened.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 23, 2008 15:02:16 GMT -5
Terent looked up at the guards as he followed Valdoren, wondering when he'd get his shrooms back, because he certanly didn't enjoy being here. His purple eyes looking around as his ears twitched ever so slightly and he followed, his gait was more hurried than Valdoren, considering the fact he had shorter legs. His blue-green ponytail trailed behind him as he let his gaze wander over every detail of the odd place around him. He kinda wondered if he was gonna get tied to another tree or something. "Where exactly are we goin?" he asked, his voice in a whisper.
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Post by Arual on Jan 23, 2008 15:26:48 GMT -5
Valdoren walked (NORMAL THANKYOU) to keep up with the guards in front of him, but paused at Terent's words and looked behind him. "To the Tribal leader's tent." he responded calmly, though in reality- his insides were shaking....just a bit.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 23, 2008 18:34:33 GMT -5
(Terent is a short guy- so he has small strides and has to jog to catch up with people sometimes)
Terent nodded, guessing that this time when he talked, well- if he got to- he'd probably be a bit more political with it, and try to choose his words with atleast a bit more tact. He really could be good with talking to others, but it wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Oh well. He looked around as they were led to the High Tent and then he frowned when he saw the terribly familiar sight. "Oh Lord who damns us all..." he muttered under his breath, reminding himself to keep his temper under controll.
"What is it that you want?," a figure stood, the Tribal Leader stood in front of the tent, he looked very authoritative and how people acted around him was a wonderful indicator that he was in charge here. And the fact that Terent tensed up when he saw the man.
In his right hand he had a staff of sorts, it was a rather plain staff- but he carried it despite his important position. "Might there be something I can get you?" he asked, he seemed nice enough- it was a wonder that Terent and him got in a dissagreement... then again- it was Terent...
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Post by Arual on Jan 23, 2008 18:47:18 GMT -5
[Even for a young man- Valdoren's voice is very polite, calm, humble, and sometimes- like most guys- is commanding. But the commanding is by default- so, yeah. Valdoren also has studdied many things, and is only acting as he was raised and morally thought of to be- not just to get things the way he wants them, though it totally helps. So, Tribal Chief dude might find the kid is very much smart and respectfull.... obviously unlike Terent was.]
"Yes, Sir. I was told to get out of this place- you have to do as task for the Tribal Leader. Well, whether that very statement is true or not I am unsure," Valdoren said calmly, then looking to Terent before continuing, "but the two of us are trying to get out of here. Is there a way?" The young man's auburn hair flipped around from winds, his feet stoop firmly on the ground and his eyes met with the Tribal Leader's - those soft but coragous pair of brown eyes.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 23, 2008 19:09:48 GMT -5
((I'm totally just gonna go with my mental picture of him... which is Rafiki. *shrugs* go figure. I like how Rafiki talks, though.))
"Ah... you wish to leave, do you? But to leave you must have come, which we can see. But why would you come if you would wish to leave? Hm?" He asked, his face held a slight smile as he spoke, "And one doesn't simply come with the intention to leave- why are you reeeaally here?" he asked. He had an accentric manner about him when he spoke, it made him likeable and the slightest bit irritating at the same time. He had a good point, though... people don't go places if all they wish to do is leave...
Terent looked annoyed already, though in all actuality, Terent was probably more irritated than he was showing. Because he only seemed vaguely annoyed instead of ready to sick his gecko dragon on someone. Not like that was all that threatening.
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Post by Arual on Jan 24, 2008 13:04:56 GMT -5
Valdoren followed just fine, really. The Tribal Leader was one to use rhetorical questions silently and logic as to fool you, or so it seemed. The man wasn't as 'scary' as some described him. "Simply for the joy of a long walk and new scenery," Valdoren said honestly with his hands at his sides. He was trying to see the boundaries of the school's terrain for himself; maps, well, they're rather nice, but you can't accomplish much without seeing it with your own two eyes. He loved going to new places, so this was a rather normal pastime for him. As for meeting with Terrent, well that was just pure luck.
When a desert is all you see besides a faded memory of pure hate and destruction- new changes and opportunities are one thing you enjoy doing, especially when there's a trail to blaze without question.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 26, 2008 11:57:26 GMT -5
The tribal leader nodded, "Well then... that is good, I would assume. And where might you have picked up your friend there? He is your friend, right?" He asked, a little unsure whether or not Valdoren and Terent were friends. Though, there were two of them, though normally they don't offer to drop people off in the ruins to become tribe members.
Terent seemed... well... bored, to be completely honest. He didn't like being here and he just wanted his shrooms back, thank you. Terent's eyes caught them, though- he saw the shrooms and his eyes grew wide. Terent looked from the tribal leader and then back to the shrooms, 'Oh God... there it is...' he thought to himself, he wanted to get them back, but now that he saw them, the need to steal them back was more pressing. He could feel his heartbeat rising, dammit. Now that he knew where it was... it seemed like all he could think of.
The tribe leader paused, looking towards Terent who seemed to have changed slightly, "Nonetheless, I'd suggest you keep your eyes on the little elf, he's come through here before and he's nothing but a trouble for you." he cautioned. Oddly enough, Terent didn't seem to hear or even notice what the man had said.
(I'm personally not proud of the post... oh well...)
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Post by Arual on Jan 26, 2008 12:06:26 GMT -5
Valdoren thought about it...... was he Terent's friend? They had just met, and the elf was not all that nice to him; especially when it came time to do something besides his drug addiction with mushrooms. "We crossed paths to find we both are in the same school;that is all, but I'll be careful." the young man said with a slight bow of his head; the one of a couple things that he did out of ploiteness and habit- not just to look good. Valdoren looked to Terent. "Great." he thought, "The medicene I gave him has worn off, well, it was only temporary...." His head was turned the other way; and though his right hand drew behind his back for an arrow to use if he had to pin the troublemaking elf down, he realized it from habit and took it back. This wasn't any outdoors field test, or his backyard made of sand....this was a different world, different customs, a different government all together! It wouldn't be wise to draw out a weapon when in such situations....at least, not until Terent did something he'd regret.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 29, 2008 20:01:25 GMT -5
Terent ambled accross the floor, his purple eyes wide and he reached for the bag, only to get his hand smashed my the Tribal Leader's staff, his gaze turned to him almost wildly and he moved back to the bag, only to get his hand hit away again, "Pleeeeeaaase!" He moaned, wringing his hands nervously as his ears twitched rapidly. His breath could be heard easily thanks to the respirator over his mouth, "Ye don't understaan'!" he reached for the bag one last time, only to have his hand knocked away. A half-crazed drug obsesses short Scots-Irish elf man wasn't the best person to make angry in a touchy situation, could make things escelate really quickly.
"If you think, small elf, that I'll be letting you use those vile fungi in my tribe, you're sorely mistaken. You've already made a misjudgement about our such things and I really can't allow you to cause any more damage." The Tribe Leader didn't seem too happy... what exactly did happen last time Terent was here, anyways? "It would be in your best interests that you would take better watch over your 'companion' while you are here. Otherwise you are welcome to stay as long as you wish."
(in my mind, Terent and Val are on thier way out and Terent does something stupid... and they end up getting stuck here...)
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Post by Arual on Jan 29, 2008 20:08:36 GMT -5
Valdoren's eyes narrowed at Terent. He swiftly pulled three arrows, raising them on his bow. "Sir, I ask that you move so you are unharmed." Val told him with an air of urgency as he aimed for Terent's tow sleeves and a pant leg to pin him against the wall behind him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 29, 2008 21:13:57 GMT -5
Terent looked towards Valdoren and bands of purple magic arched from his hands, "Y-Ye don' understand..." Terent muttered, his wide eyes glazed slightly as he reached for the bag again, only to have his hand smacked away. The pint-sized elf turned towards the Tribal Leader who had a smig smile upon his face and he jumped at him, "Lemme get mah damned shrooms!" He growled, his ears still twitching violently.
The Tribal Leader (I really need to name him...) grabbed Terent's forearm and twisted the elf into a lock with ease, holding the elf's arms and pressing his hands against the back of Terent's skull so that it was even possible to break his neck, "I'm thinking you should leave." He warned Terent, though he didn't say anything to imply that Valdoren wasn't welcome... it was really just the troublemaker. He'd prefer to keep major disturbances away from the village.
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Post by Arual on Jan 30, 2008 18:20:09 GMT -5
"Terent, lets go. Forget about those things while we can have chance to leave." Valdoren said, putting the arrows back, hoping perhaps he wouldn't have to use them and the Tribal Leader would knock some sense into him. His hands shook because there was nothing to occupy them in their unmoving state, a strip of his auburn bangs falling out of place and catching its ends sper close to his nose.
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