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Post by fearonaris on Apr 23, 2009 21:07:39 GMT -4
Fearon blew a lock of hair out of his face, a bit annoyed. So sue him, he wasn't privy to all the achohlic drinks. Plus, they didn't have ginger ale on his world, so...
"Okay then, some ginger ale." he corrected himself as the bartender filled his glass. He took a drink, his thirst was somewhat quenched. He sighed as he looked around.
Xing slammed his glass down onto the bar, glaring at the young guy.
"Look, Twiggy, just talk about something... I dunno, casual. Like your sword." He indicated to Twiggy's sheath. "Every sword has a story. What's the tale behind this one?"
Post by fearonaris on Apr 23, 2009 22:08:36 GMT -4
Fearon looked down to his left, where Orin sat in it's sheath, hanging just under his belt. "Orin? Well, that old man from before gave me a sword, but it broke. I got Orin a while back. Had one of those synthesizer's make it for me." he reached into his pocket and pulled out three orbs, each glowing a different color. Red, Silver, and Blue. "These orbs are imbuned with the power of their respected element. I stick them into the hilt." he said indicating the hilt of his blade, and the indention. "In that indention, and Orin takes on the elements properties. Lites on fire, doused in water. Stuff like that. Orin is younger than me. Not much to tell. It's story is my story." he shrugged. "You know, you could invest in this conversation."
Xing looked with a slight interest at Twiggy's sword. It had some interesting capabilities.
*sip*
"You know, you could invest in this conversation."
*sip*
When he put his ginger ale back down, he removed his right-side-sheathed hook sword and held it in his hand. Glancing to Twiggy, he said, "The other sword is just like it. The two work together. Good for gripping certain ledges and such. I only use them when necessary."
With that, he sheathed his sword. "Any questions?"
Post by fearonaris on Apr 23, 2009 23:02:18 GMT -4
"What question's could there possibly be? If your hiding something, it's not my place to know. Other than that it sounds like a normal sword." he said, and shrugged. Maybe it'd be better for the 'conversation' if this guy said nothing. He took a sip of his ginger ale and sighed. "So, you have anything... specail about you?"
Post by fearonaris on Apr 23, 2009 23:15:00 GMT -4
Fearon raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked with a smile. "A lord of a seemingly untameable element." Heh, never seen someone control fire. "I've been burned by Orin more than once." he said, still wearing the smile. He had an idea that the guy would hate his surprise. So sue him! He'd never met a fire user before.
Apr 23, 2009 23:15:00 GMT -4
Last Edit: Apr 26, 2009 17:40:47 GMT -4 by fearonaris
((Sorry for inexcusable lateness. Thought I already posted here!))
Fearon looked to the guy. "I don't plan things. They just sorta... happen." he said, taking a drink of the gingerale. He sighed, and closed his eyes, thinking.
