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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Aug 4, 2009 15:20:26 GMT -5
ooc:// (odd title, sorry -flails- Also I'm posting my Taikai Ueki character in this so that I have a chance to rp with another character xD) ~
The dry desert air whipped against the tattered fabric of the figure's cloak, wrapped tightly against his lean though muscular frame. A black cloak was definatley a bad choice, especially in the typical and intense heat of the sandy village of Shifuto Hiru. Wolfgang approached the massive fortified gates of the city, he could see two location guards on duty, eyeing him as he slowly approached them. His weapon was concealed in the folds of his cloak, but the location guards seemed to sense he was armed. "Halt." One of them commanded, his hair was light, like the colour of the sand around him. He held a sword far too big for his stature, though it must have been light, for he held it with one hand. "What buisness do you have here? Are you with the AE program?" Wolfgang took off the hood he wore, silver hair unleashed from the restraints of the hot cloak. He ran his ingers through it, sorting the untamable mane as best he could. "No, but I am a location guard for Taikai Ueki, and I would like entrance to the city."
Usually location guards had soft spots for other location guards, and would let them in to the city as long as they signed in like every other member from the AE; despite what village they were from. However, anyone could simply state they were a guard. "Well, where's your proof?" The other guard, much larger and dopier than the other asked. He was sitting on his arse, a spear lay across his lap. He seemed more suspicious of Wolfgang than the other guard, perhaps it was his obvious age that made him so. Both nodded as Wolfgang revealed his wrist. The symbol of Taikai Ueki tattooed onto it with dark ink. Both guards nodded again as they opened a small crack in the gates, just enough to let him through.
The city was far more civilized than he had thought, the markets had fresh fruit and livestock, much like any other in the country. It made him wonder where anyone had managed to get anything in the middle of a desert.
Now that the wind was far more calm thanks to the protection of the gates, Wolfgang took off the heavy cloak. Under his clothes were those of a typical location guard for Taikai Ueki: an emerald cloak, though not as heavy or long as the one in his hand, and a dark green shirt under it. His trousers were black, and his boots were heavy and belted many times. They looked worn out, even though they were currently in their prime.
Wolfgang wandered down the main street of the city, some people starred as he walked by, others were distracted by other things in the market. He never got many stares because of his eyepatch, it was usually from his foreign clothes. He learnt in his travels that almost every city had their own fashion, and different colours were more preferred than others. Green apparently wasn't all too popular.
Wolfgang had hoped he would find someone here who knew how to rid oneself of a curse. In almost every city there was atleast one shaman or a being that worked with magic. After wandering to many small and overlooked villages, he was told that Shifuto Hiru would be his best bet.
Wolfgang wandered a bit longer before giving up. His mouth was dryer than the desert itself. He walked into a small inn and sat in the nearest seat, mopping the sweat from his forehead. Instantly a waitress brought him a large glass of frosty water, he could have kissed, married, and made love to the woman right there. He only murmured a dry 'thank you' instead, and drank the water within a few seconds. "Never seen clothes like that before, you from the wooded area?" "Hn? Woods?" Wolfgang's eyes watched the glass as the girl refilled his water. "Yes, if you want to call them that." "Then what are you doing all the way out here? I can't imagine a worse place to be for someone like you." Her freckled yet tanned face wrinkled as he managed to gulp the entire glass down, even quicker than the first. Without answering the waitress, he stood up and bowed his head. "Thankyou very much, I'll be on my way." He took a small coin out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "We don't accept Taikai Ueki currancy, but don't worry. The water is free. There'd be no one alive here if it weren't." With another bow, Wolfgang exited the inn and went back into the heat of the sun.
ooc/ Jump in if you can... ^^;
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Sept 12, 2009 21:23:37 GMT -5
The sound of breaking crates and glass was the only warning that a Nickshaw was getting near. The entire Nickshaw clan were known for their violent rages and property destroying manners, and everybody knew when one was coming.
"Patrick! I can't WORK with that THING!" A female's voice erupted into the dry, desert air as Sahara, the youngest of the Nickshaw clan came into view from behind a small building. A second form, that of Patrick, newest member of the "Kumori Ookami" clan, followed Sahara, obviously trying to calm her down before she could make a scene.
"Sahara, listen, she's just nervous. She is new to this whole warrior business, just like you!" Sahara twirled around quickly, stomping her metal covered foot. "New? I'm not new to fighting! I've been fighting my whole life! Besides, that thing will never learn. It's just an animal! And an ugly one at that!" Patrick stopped and crossed his arms. "Well, if you don't want to work with Strawberry, then grow wings and fly by yourself. And while your at it, carry two hundred pounds of equipment on your back while doing it." Sahara sneared at his comment.
Patrick De'Shaun was a well known Sabbia tamer, but he didn't JUST tame them, he also trained them to carry warriors into battle. Occasionally, he joined the warriors in battles on top of his own Sabbia, Gentile, which he had raised since it was an egg.
Patrick also had a side job; he worked for the Kumori Ookami clan, a small clan that takes street kids and turns them into strong fighters. They also help people on occasion, traveling from village to village. Patrick however, refused to leave Shifuto Haru because of the recent wars.
He was brown skinned, with spiky black hair that amazingly stayed in place, no matter how much sand or wind was thrown at him, and light brown eyes, that were often covered by his high speed wind goggles.
Sahara almost looked as if she could have been Patrick's sister, except for the major details. She had auburn hair that was often tied clumsily to one side, and tanned skin, mostly from over exposure to the blazing sun. She also had very bright, blue-green eyes that almost blinded one when reflecting the light of the sun. She wore a brown tank top on top of a chocolate t-shirt, and a protective bown "bakini bottom(as people often called it)". She also wore heavy, metal boots, her idea of fashion, and the same high speed wind goggles that Patrick had on.
The major things you might have noticed about Sahara is the scar that reached from the top of her forehead, down past her right cheek, as well as the robotic leg she had in replace of her old, regular right leg.
"Patrick, don't you understand that those things are DANGEROUS?!" Sahara hissed at Patrick, pointing to the small scrapes on her long legs and arms. "Ofcourse I do." He replied, rolling up his sleeve and reveiling a web of scars down his arm. "But I get over it. Because if they are a little dangerous to us NOW, think about how very dangerous they will be to our enimies once we learn to befriend them." Sahara spat into the dust. "I would NEVER be friend one of those...THINGS." Patrick chuckled. "Not even Strawberry?" "ESPECIALLY Strawberry."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Sept 28, 2009 23:25:44 GMT -5
Wolfang's eyes shifted over to the two teenagers causing a small commotion. He raised his shoulders and slowed his pace. Maybe it was the Location Guard in his blood, or maybe it was the fact he was far older than his age. Whatever it was, he was annoyed. "I don't come from this city, but I'm sure no one appreciates the commotion you're causing." He said very calmly to the pair, raising his head to the small wreckage behind them. Not quite a people person.
ooc/ Soooo short, but it's done!
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Sept 29, 2009 18:33:50 GMT -5
After giving up on trying to pursuade Sahara to get back on the saddle of Strawberry, her assigned warrior Sabbia, Patrick turned his attention to the very odd, out of place jerk that was telling them off in their own village. Looking him up and down, he almost laughed out loud. Patrick was a really nice guy, but it was just ironic that this guy from a completly different village was trying to start trouble with a couple of highly skilled warriors from the desert region.
"Er...I don't know who you are, or even what you're doing here, but, incase you havn't realized, your the ONLY one who even notices us right now." And it was true. A good glance around proved that everyone in the village was way too preoccupied with their own business; what was their mission, who they were going to meet, or how soon they would be getting home. "Infact," Patrick continued. "Everybody is loud in this village. It's a busy village." He shrugged. "Besides, they are pretty much used to this girl's family, and they are all the same; loud, obnoxious, and stubborn." Sahara was about to complain about that, but Patrick cut her off instead. "We just get used to this sort of thing here."
"That's right!" Sahara finally spoke up, anger in her voice. "So why don't you go back to where you belong, freak?!" Patrick shook his head. "At this rate Sahara, you will never be ready for the war. " Sahara scoffed. "It doesn't matter because I'm still not going to train with one of those ugly birds!" Patrick sighed. Ofcourse, it was his job to train Sahara for the war, as she was a valuable piece, but she wasn't mature enough for it, and he was beginning to think she would never be ready.
"So who are you anyway?" Patrick asked, in calm, pretty nice tone. He wasn't trying to make an enemy, infact, Patrick was always looking to make new friends, no matter what village they came from. He was just worried. He wasn't warned that someone important would be coming form another village, and this one looked like a border patrol. Patrick risked his life everyday to keep the village safe and protected, so he was always on duty, even when meeting random strangers.
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Sept 29, 2009 23:11:12 GMT -5
Wolfgang wasn't surprised by Patrick's response. Infact, he even took a moment to glance around the bustling city as Patrick spoke, not really realizing how busy it had been when he had first entered the city.
"So who are you anyway?"
He could sense the defensivness in his voice melt away, and Wolfgang too felt--if only a bit-- more inclined to speak instead of walk away.
"I'm from Taikai Ueki, but I wasn't sent here for any particular reason, if that was what you were really wondering. Also, I apologize. I'm... not used to such a large city, I'm used to being secluded, even in my own city." Transforming his attitude completley, Wolfgang turned to Sahara and straightened his already excellent posture. His voice was smooth and subtle. "As for your comment, watch for who you call freak. Making enemies, especially with people outside of your own village, is a fool's mistake."
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 1, 2009 0:45:09 GMT -5
"I'll have you know-" Sahara was cut off when Patrick, tired of her argueing, actually cupped his hand over her mouth. "I apologize for her, she is a new recruit. She's a genious, but still just a little brat." He noticed her eyes squint and laughed a little as she grabbed his hand and ripped it from her mouth, then she just folded her arms and turned away, just as a three year old in a day care who doesn't feel like going to the corner might do.
"Taikai Ueki hm? Nice city...though, I've heard...rumors..." He paused and decided to quickly get off that subject; it wasn't right to gossip about other cities or villages, especially to border patrols. "It makes sense that you arn't used to such a large village, especially one all the way out here in the middle of the desert. The village grows each year. Some people visit the city through the AEP, and, tired from the journey here, decide not to bother with going back home, so they just stay. I'm suprised we keep enough water, but that is all thanks to the Water Retrieval unit, and the Oiseau." Sahara grunted at the name of the large, flightless bird race.
Patrick turned his attention back to Sahara for a brief moment. "You could learn from others you know. Your family may have left you to defend on your own, but now you have teachers." Sahara almost spat, but she remembered how disgusting a habit it was and decided against it. "Teachers? I'd hardly call you a 'teacher'." Patrick looked into her eyes, trying to establish a connection with her so that she could possibly learn. "The whole world is your teacher. You can learn from everything, from the wind, to the sand, from the sun to the moon, from your friends, neighbors, strangers, and even your enimies. Think with your mind, AND your heart. Don't keep to yourself so often, or you'll be stuck a child forever."
For a moment, Patrick thought he might have actually been getting through to her. She stared back into his eyes, almost realization peaking into her pupils. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and frowned. "The world has taught me that I'm on my own." She turned away and began walking, her metal leg stomping heavy boot prints into the sand as she walked, her thin, brown hair blowing in the dry wind.
Patrick dropped his head to the sand. Maybe she would never learn, maybe she would stay a kid forever. Still...it really seemed as if he was getting through to her...
She had always been this stubborn. It was the reason she never graduated from her rank, like many of her neighbor's children had. She wasn't exactly a child anymore, she was 24. Still, her attitude made her look and feel like she was only a grumpy 16 year old. Patrick knew one thing however, no matter how much she would grow, Sahara was needed for the war, and he couldn't give up on her, no matter what he did.
Patrick had known Sahara since he was 3...and even though he was a few years younger than her, he remembered even trying to help her then. He had a close bond with her, even though she didn't always know it. He never crushed on her, or felt any kind of sexual emotions for her, but she was a friend, one he knew he always wanted watching his back. She was strong, she was smart, and she was quick. Besides, occasionally, she was a good companion, and was actually good to get along with.
Today just wasn't one of those days.
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 1, 2009 9:52:43 GMT -5
Wolfgang watched as she left, sighing himself. He was happy not to have such a person in tow, in fact, she reminded him exactly why he prefered being alone. "You've known her for awhile, otherwise you'd be arguing back." He was actually amazed by his patience, but tried to change the subject. Patrick didn't seem much in the mood.
"--I was actually here to visit the hospital. I heard it was one of the best around, Taikai Ueki doesn't particularily need one... persay." He knew that the hospital was only used for the Leader of the village, and maybe one patient if he or she's life was in peril. The village hid many things. He was almost certain the Leader of the village didn't even know of the jail they had in the city. "But I suppose I should ask who you are."
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 1, 2009 17:53:36 GMT -5
Patrick nodded. "We have a good hospital, but best around...not quite." He was a humble man, but this wasn't him being humble, it was him being honest. All though it was true that Shifuto Hiru had a great hospital, one that often took in anyone, because it was run by volunteers who wanted to make a difference, and NOT the Shifuto Hiru Goverment. The BEST hospital was in Shifuto Aisu. The cold weather delayed most medical problems, so the doctors had more time to opperate and to think. They also had some of the best herbs in the region, and people devoted to saving lives. Not to mention the power of prayer.
However, Shifuto Aisu refused to heal anyone from Shifuto Hiru, and even their allies. And ofcourse, Shifuto Aisu was extremly hard to find, as it was constantly moving. So if someone was willing to travel through the intense heats of the desert, the Shifuto Hiru village was the place to go for a doctor, if you weren't dead already.
Patrick thought he might ask why this man would come all the way from Taikai Ueki just to see the hospital. Did he need it? He thought it rude to ask, especially since he didn't even know this man, and the man didn't know him. But it would be a perfect chance to get to know him, so he decided to answer his question.
"I'm Patrick De'Shaun. I work on the Rousseau Ranch. Actually, I'm headed for the boss position. I'm sure I wont get there, but I'm close. I was actually adopted by the Rousseau family, but I've continued in the family job none the less. Incase you didn't know, we raise the Oiseau and Sabbia you see in the village, those giant birds, you know. Right now, I'm just a trainer, but I value my job. It is a hard one. I just wish my friend Sahara could befriend her new partner, Strawberry..." He realized he was getting onto the subject of her again, and decided to just give up on worrying about her at the time.
"I'm sure you've heard some rumors that we are waging war with another village. Well, techinically, we are. Though it isn't a village, it's more like a nest. You see, there is a race of people in the desert who, for, whatever reason, has been attacking our village. So, we are now at war with them. " He shrugged. He wasn't going to tell him the rest of the story, like how the people are part bird, how they are planning to attack, stuff like that. All that stuff was privet. The stuff he told could be found in a newspaper on any corner in town.
"So, yes." He decided to sum it all up. "I'm Patrick De'Shaun."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 2, 2009 18:37:14 GMT -5
Wolfgang cursed silently to himself. He was told that Shifuto Hiru had the best hsopital, not Shiftuo Aisu! It would be impossible to find... He let out a large sigh after Patrick was finished introducing himself. He seemed like a stressed person aswell. "Rousseau Ranch? I've heard of them. They take people to and from here, don't they?" He glanced with his good eye in every which direction, the streets seemed to grow longer and longer, making him less confident than when he first arrived to the village. "I'm assuming that they aren't running now though, because of this war. Is there anyway to move it along faster? I need a way out of the city, and I'm not traveling by foot again." He took out his weapon, though it appeared to only be a useless staff with a bell tied on a string to the end. It was five feet, at most. "Though, I find it odd, not many people seemed too distressed over this war. Can you even call it so?"
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 2, 2009 22:19:33 GMT -5
Patrick glanced around. He still wasn't sure he could trust this guy. He definetly knew he shouldn't, not without knowing all about his background. But he supposed telling a little bit more wouldn't hurt too much. As far as he knew, the village didn't have a problem with Taikai Ueki yet.
"The Rousseau Ranch is always running. We only bring the Sabbia into battle, and usually, only the strongest or fastest actually join us in a real war. Just like Sahara's Sabbia, Strawberry. She's the fastest Sabbia we have, and a real sweetheart. I just don't understand why Sahara can't get along with her..." He found himself wandering off in thoughts again, his mind trapped on why Sahara refused to grow up, and what he could do to get her to mature. She was his responsibility, and he would never get a promotion if he couldn't get his calmest Sabbia to interact nicely with Sahara. He quickly shook his mind from the thoughts, trying to give himself a break.
"But the Oiseau, they aren't much for battle, so we don't train them for it." He decided against mentioning how they bring the Oiseau into the battle fields to quickly get the injured home and to the hospital, and also to bring weapons too heavy for the men to carry. Incase Taikai Ueki ever fought with Shifuto Hiru, atleast they wouldn't know how the city gets the army to the battlefield and back so quickly.
"The Oiseau are fast too. But they can be tricky to ride, if you've never riden one before. Trust me, they are nothing like horses." His mind started wandering off back to the war. It was an important war, though many of the villagers did not think so. But for Patrick, it was personal. The attackers made his life a whole lot harder. The villagers weren't scared because they believed that Shifuto Hiru was more advanced, and more powerful. But Patrick knew better; he knew that the small raids and rare death counts were only warnings against the city.
"The war is bigger than most of the villagers realize." He stated. "But our forces are hoping to end it soon. However, I don't wish to kill too many of the enemy... if only we could get them to believe our side of the story...." The last statement was said more to himself than to Wolfgang.
"So you just got to the village and your planning on leaving?" He asked, almost sounding sorry that the guy did not get to visit the most famous and exciting places in Shifuto Hiru. "You havn't even been to the oasis yet, have you?"
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 3, 2009 10:31:27 GMT -5
He shook his head. "No. I'm not sightseeing. Actually..." His voice trailed off. Leaving a village without notice, especially for a location Guard, was not a bright idea. But he had to do more important things. His life up to the last three years was nothing but protecting the village, but he had seen progress with the younger guards, and he knew that his village was safer without him there. "...Nevermind. Would you mind just taking me to Rousseau ranch?" Wolfgang had never rode an Oiseau before, but he had seen one. He wasn't too worried, they would be tricky to handle, but he was more than up to the challenge.
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 3, 2009 14:34:15 GMT -5
Patrick nodded. He always felt a little sad when people didn't stay long enough to even visit the oasis. Even though when most people got to see the sights of the village, they decided to stay, Patrick's reason for wanting others to stay, especially border guards, was a lot different. People...usually...changed when they visited the oasis. He always believed it held magically properties of some sort. That was why he always wanted visitors to see it...
His mind wandered away again. That was it! He had to take Sahara back to the oasis. He had to make her stare into her own reflection. It was always said that doing so brings out the truth in people...in other words, people discover themselves there. That settled it, when he took Wolfgang to the Ranch, he would take Sahara with him to the oasis. It was time for her to grow up.
"Alright." He turned his mind back to Wolfgang and nodded. "I can take you to the ranch, but, do know that anyone from a different village are to be escorted by two Shifuto Hiru villagers. That has always been the rules, you know, just to make sure they leave the borders and don't take off with our Oiseau." Ofcourse, the Oiseau are trained to return home as soon as they reach the borders of the desert, but he didn't mention that. If a villager wanted to get further than the desert, he had to be trained with a Sabbia, sorta like Patrick.
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 9, 2009 9:24:28 GMT -5
Wolfgang nodded. "I'd figure there would be something like that. What with everything that's been going on latley." He folded his arms beneath his cloak, disapearing into the fabric. He started to walk, most likley in the wrong direction. For him, time was a precious thing.
Though this was true, he turned back to Patrick. "The next time I come across the village, I'll make sure to go to the oasis first." His voice trailed off, and he turned back to the road infront of him. 'If I survive long enough to make it back here.'
ooc/ When we get to the Ranch, do you want me to rp some of the staff?
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 9, 2009 15:44:08 GMT -5
(( Well, we don't need to talk to a whole lot of staff. I was kinda just gonna use Patrick, Sahara, and another random guy. If you'd rather do it some other way, tell me instead of posting after my post. OH! I could have a third guy escorting them, want to make him up and roleplay him? ))
Patrick nodded and smiled. "Is that a promise?"
He turned to the horizon. "Rousseau Ranch, coming up."
*******later******
"Here, take this." Patrick tossed Wolfgang a rubber pad. "It's kind of like a horse saddle. The oiseau have sharper feathers than most birds, and it hurts to sit on them. But unlike a horse sadle, you strap that pad to yourself, not the bird. Oiseau aren't fans of straps, and we try not to make them unhappy." He strapped his own pad to his backside. It was relatively comfortable, considering.
"And take one of these." He handed over a clay cantine. "It gets hot out there, and you're gonna need that. Especially if an emergency comes up and we have to camp over night. Those pouches actually keep the water inside of them cool, and don't worry about it being made of clay. It's pretty durable. I once dropped from out of the sky and it didn't break, then again, it did fall into sand. " He grabbed two more of the special cantines and a crossbow, just in case.
"We should be heading out soon. We don't want to be out there too long, it gets well below freezing at night, unless you don't mind camping out with an Oiseau, though you may wake up to a few unexplained scratches on you that can itch for up to a week." He let out a small laugh. "But it should be fine, there will be three of us going, so we should be pretty safe."
Patrick paused for a moment, glancing back at the riderless Oiseau behind him. "I wonder where our second escort is." A moment later, his answer came.
"I SAID I WONT RIDE ONE OF THOSE!" Sahara's voice echoed through the departure gate of the Rousseau Ranch. Patrick rubbed his temples. "Oh no." He said outloud.
Sahara stomped into the gates, Sire Richshaw, head of security for the Rousseau Ranch and top advisor for the security for the city of Shifuto Hiru stepped up behind him. "Patrick De'Shaun, my old friend." The two exchanged a quick hands shake and nodded. "We are just escorting somebody out of the village, what are you doing here? And what is SAHARA doing here?" Patrick asked questioningly.
Sire opened a rather large notepad to a page filled with writing. "Patrick, the raids are getting worse and much more frequent. " Patrick let out a heavy sigh. Sahara seemed to be listening intently. OBviously, this was the first time she was being given a reason for being there, and the subject spiked her interests.
"No one is safe out there anymore Patrick. So I'm sending in three escorts for this man, three warriors." He glanced between Patrick and Sahara. "The third will be arriving soon." Patrick rose a brow. "And Sahara?" Sire smiled. "She will be on of the escorts." Patrick's eyes widened. "You know she hates these things! Oiseau and Sabbia alike! You can't do this! You could get her injured! She is still just a child!"
Patrick did not mean to blurt out the last sentance. He glanced over at Sahara, who was now glaring back at him. She turned around and stomped outside of the gates, out of Patrick's view. Patrick looked down in guilt. "I..I didn't mean that."
Sire nodded. "You three will be riding Sabbia. Oiseau are not meant for battle." Patrick frowned. "Battle? You think there is going to be a battle?" Sire shrugged. "I don't know, but it is best to be prepaired." Patrick nodded. He looked over at Wolfgang. "Don't worry, you'll still be riding an Oiseau. The Sabbia are not trained for carrying strangers."
Sire smiled. "I'm sure you three will escort this man safely to the border. On your way back, keep your eyes open for anything that could help us against these raids; a name, a face, anything." Patrick nodded. "Good. Then I will take my leave." And with that, Sire turned and walked away.
Patrick looked back at Wolfgang. "Look, I'm sure this is nothing to worry about. Even if we do encounter a caravan of raiders or whatever, Shifuto Hiru has strong warriors. We will get you there safe." He clipped his sword to his belt. "I guess I had better go find Sahara and apologize to her."
Patrick turned around and took a step forward until he saw two Sabbia being led into the gates. "Sire, Strawberry and Sahara don't get along well, maybe we had better set her up with a weaker Sabbia?" He asked, noticing that the one of the Sabbia was indeed Strawberry.
Instead of Sire, it was Sahara who walked out from behind the two Sabbia. "Me and Strawberry get along fine. Now take your beast." Patrick blinked. He couldn't understand this sudden change in thought. Maybe Sahara was bipolar? "Well? Take him!" Patrick nodded and grabbed the small reins of his own Sabbia, Jester. A smile crossed his lips as he watched Sahara strap a pad to her backside and jump on the back of the strong legged Strawberry.
"Great, now all we need to wait for is the third. Who is the third anyway?"
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 10, 2009 10:23:02 GMT -5
ooc/ Sweet! I want to rp him =D Do I have to make a page? Ah, later! For now I shall rp him, page later, if neccessary :3
bic/ "Right here, I'm coming." The voice immerged from one of the huts where most Oiseau's beaks were being painted. The man himself had paint all over him, he held a thick paintbrush in his hand. He turned to Patrick. "So, Patrick, we're leaving right away? Who is the man?" He nodded towards Wolfgang, noting his different clothing and hair. "White hair? Interesting! I didn't think many people from Taikai Ueki came out here?" He peered at his cloak at the design that ran along the side of it. "Wolfgang's your name? Ah, okay." Wolfgang opened his mouth to speak, the design was an ancient language that only people trained from Taikai Ueki could read. Every soldier had their name enscribed. He was literally surprised to see him able to read it. "--Nice to meet you an whatnot, I'm just here to ride. Name's Connor Rublin."
Connor took off the white smock he wore, under which was a plain brown vest strapped to him with three belts, a fancy white shirt under that. His black trousers had specks of paint on them, but it never bothered him much. His dark eyes contrasted with his bright red hair, his own skin wasn't as fair as it had been when he first came to Shifuto Hiru, but freckles were still present on his nose and cheeks.
Connor worked for the Rousseau ranch, and though he was an orphan, he was not an adopted child of the Rousseau's. Connor was 25, and he had a small 4 year old son of his own. He worked for the Rousseau's since he had turned 16, the day his father went missing. A quick-talker, Connor’s job was to break, then train wild Sabbias and Oiseaus. On busy days, however, he was needed everywhere, even at the painting station.
He smiled brilliantly. "Well, give me a moment, I'll get Buskin." Referring to his favourite Sabbia, he walked away.
Wolfgang managed to put his saddle on, watching after Connor. "...Odd man." He turned to Patrick. "I'm not worried about a raid, so don't worry about me." He tried to make his voice sound trusting, though he knew that it wasn’t the easiest accomplishment for him.
Connor came back, a large brown Sabbia followed along with reigns in one hand, the reigns with a red-marked Oiseau in his other hand. He smiled lightly, strapping the pad onto himself. “Alrighty. I’m ready to leave. This’ll be your bird, Wolfgang. His name is Sven.”
Connor adjusted the aviator hat on his head so that the goggles on top went over his eyes. Once he did, he clapped his hands together and rubbed them.
Ooc/ hope that’s alright for now :3 He talks fast, and he’s tall. I redid this post to make it better/longerish
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 12, 2009 20:36:21 GMT -5
Patrick smiled when he heard Connor's voice. He had known Connor for a few years now, as they had worked together training some of the more wild Oiseau and Sabbia. He turned his focus to Wolfgang. "You don't know anything about these raids, so it'd be a good idea to be worried. Besides, they aren't small raids. Trust me, if we get attacked, you will be glad that you have reinforcement. " Patrick tried to sound serious, but instead, he just sounded excited, which he was.
"We were ordered." Sahara spoke up, glancing over at Connor every now and then with a glare. She thought he was odd too. "We can't just ignore that, even if we wanted to." Patrick shrugged. "It is the truth. But hey, it will be all right. The ride is about a six hour ride, unless we hit traffic." And by traffic he meant the raids.
Patrick grabbed hold of the safety leather reins and threw his legs over Jester, adjusting his position until he was comfortable. "I almost forgot!" He threw Wolfgang a pair of leather gloves. "Incase you lose the reigns and have to grab hold of the feathers. They will give you more than a papercut, I promise you that. Those gloves are heavy duty. You can almost stop a sword with them." Patrick shifted in his seat again. "Almost."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 12, 2009 22:25:08 GMT -5
Connor chuckled at Patrick's last remark as he jumped on Buskin. Buskin lowered his head until he was on, then reered up. "I'd say bye to Bo, but I guess we don't have time." He murmured as he patted Buskin. He wore the protective gloves too, but it was more because he hated blisters from the reigns. Bo was his son, he usually rode on trained Oiseaus or sat inside the Rousseau house all day while Connor worked. When Bo's mother passed away he was given to the unsuspecting 21 year old, but being thrusted into parenting didn't bother Connor. Four years and he loved his son more than anything.
Wolfgang quickly put on his gloves. He looked at Sven uneasily, Sven returned the expression. "If you're tense, Sven won't like you. You have to be calm, they can sense emotions and react to them. Positivley or Negetivley." Connor nodded, and Wolfgang turned to Sven again. He took a silent breath and grabbed the reigns. He jumped on the Oiseau successfully, shifting himself until it felt comfortable. He exhaled, patting the Oiseau on the side thankfully.
"I knew you could do it. People from Taikai Ueki are usually pretty laid back, you just needed a breather." Connor turned to Patrick, nodding his head quickly. Buskin shook his head in impatience. "Sahara, Patrick, I'll ride behind to make sure we don't have any trouble from there."
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 13, 2009 19:50:57 GMT -5
Patrick smiled. "You know Connor, we could have given him Auburn." He snickered. Realizing the others were probably lost, he explained it. Auburn is a young oiseau. She will let anybody ride her, but boy is she a goofy one. She has ended up in a dune time after time. We've tried training her, but she is a little...slow." Sahara shivered from the thought. Her first time on an oiseau was on Auburn.
Patrick clentched the reigns in his hands and nodded. "Right, then I shall lead. Don't worry, we will fly low so Sven will follow me. He can sometimes get a little off track. Right then, everybody ready?" As if on command, Strawberry reared up, kicking her front talons. Sahara grabbed terrifyingly at the reigns, nearly falling off. Patrick laughed slightly. "Strawberry is just excited. Just remember what I told you, that sabbia is fast, and you don't quite know the way yet, so stay behind me.
Patrick nodded. "Let us go then." He clicked his tongue then let out a quick "Teeya!" Jester lowered his head and ran through the gates, bursting out and into the sand, then with a single flap of his enormous wings, took into the sky. Sahara followed after him, shakily on her sabbia, clinging tightly to the reigns but trying to not look terrified.
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Oct 13, 2009 22:05:50 GMT -5
Connor smiled as the Sabbia took flight. Almost lost in a trance, he snapped out of it, and looked at the equally amazed Wolfgang. "Gets me everytime. Amazing, isn't it?" "I've seen giant insects flying before-- but this is different." The red head adjusted his goggles. "Well, lets go." He clicked his tongue aswell, and that sent Sven running. Wolfgang was surprised and almost flew off the bird entirley, but he quickly got his bearings and clung tightly to the reigns. As Sven kicked up sand, he watched Patrick and Sahara from the sky. This village was entirley different than any he had been to, what would it be like other places? Connor watched Wolfgang and Sven disapear into the horizon, only until then did he whistle with his teeth. Buskin started charging, and after the running start took off into the air. As he rose higher, about the same as Patrick and Sahara, he picked up his slack aswell, just barley behind Wolfgang. He loved the feeling of flying, but knew he couldn't let himself be distracted. He kept a watchful eye out on his comrades in front, and the desert behind him.
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 15, 2009 18:39:25 GMT -5
The wind whipped at Patrick, but his spiked hair didn't move an inch. He had learned that in a place like this, with a job like his, he needed to buy the expensive gel if he wanted to keep his hair looking good. The sun reflected off his black lense goggles, and his brown leather coat flapped noisily in the wind.
The ride was suprizingly soft, very unlike a horse. Besides the soft leather pads that kept them safe from the sharp feathers, they were all sitting on down and feathers. Patrick could fly on for hours, though riding a sabbia was tricky business. Sabbia were powerful flyers and precision hunters, they could fly full speed through a thick forest as well as they could out in the middle of the desert.
"The bird's bones are thick." Patrick shouted, informing Wolfgang, quickly bored from the quiet. "Both Oiseau and Sabbia have thick bones, even thicker than humans. Because of it, they are suprisingly durable. I've even seen a Sabbia fall straight out of the sky, hit the ground, get up, and fly away. They can fly because of their amazing intellagence and power."
Patrick loved talking about the giant birds, about as much as a daycare worker might talk about the cute child that never gets in trouble, or a car sales man about the best car that he sold.
"Sabbia hardly need to flap their wings to get up off the ground, because of the strength and size of the wings. They have special feathers that let the wind blow straight into them, making it both easier to fly, and softer to ride. They also have a special hydrogen sack inside of their bodies, which enable them, even with such thick bones, to become as light as a feather. "
Patrick patted his sabbia on the neck, and in return, Jester let out a soft, almost purring noise. "Jester here weight about three hundred and fourty pounds, yet he can fly like an falcon."
Sahara rolled her eyes, nearly losing balance, and quickly clutched her reigns tightly. It annoyed her when Patrick talked about his sabbia. He was constantly boasting about the feathery beast. Sahara herself felt nothing majestic or great about her ride. She hated Strawberry, but not nearly as much as she hated the raiders. If it wasn't for the possibility of one showing up, she would have never come. She didn't even know the basics of flying, but she was a fast learner, and after a few minutes, learned how to control the speed of the sabbia she was riding, tensing up when she wanted to go faster, putting more pressure on his sides, and letting out a low growl when she wanted him to slow down.
"Patrick, spare the man the details. I'm sure he doesn't care about the birds." She called out to him, though not quite sure he heard it.
Patrick did hear it, but chose to ignore it. "Sven weighs about eight hundred pounds, if you can believe it. It's all muscle though, especially leg muscle. The avergage oiseau can pull about twice their weight on the streets, and in the desert, they can pull slightly more than their weight. They may not fly, but they are still amazing creatures, don't you think so?"
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