a fundamental state of mind.

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>&mdash; 3&deg; Tessera 13879
&mdash; <a href=http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=799>Neptunic Oxoide</a>
&mdash; No more than three others, please. :musicnote: And yes, I ramble. ;; New characters always make me ramble.</td></tr></table>


<blockquote><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><p align="justify">How befitting &ndash; it was raining. And the damp, dreadful attitude of the weather seemed to match Neptunic's personality for the day as he mostly stayed out of the way, watching as the few 'pirates' that were lingering around moved things. Occasionally they asked him to help them move something, or fix one of the machina-made pulleys that was helping transfer crates from their ship to the dock, but it didn't matter if he stood there and watched them, or helped moved; he always got a little money from them. Despite the fact that they would have probably killed anyone else that wandered up, he didn't think badly of them, reckoning with himself that they did what they did to make a living, just as he did.

If all else failed, he was almost always ready for the worst case scenario as he played them out in his head and and had frequent dreams of such. "Oi, 'ey kid, it brok'd again." one of them said, and his bi-coloured eyes turned before his head did, long enough to acknowledge the person who had said it, before he moved from his nice roosted spot &ndash; sitting on a crate that was under a canvas which naturally, kept out the rain. The warm drops that landed on his grey coat were just a tad annoying at first, but Nept' put such past himself as he gave the piece a good overlook, crouching down and inspecting it closely before wedging his finger into the crank, pulling carefully at something that had been haphazardly pitched into the gear.

It took a bit of work, but within a moment two or more and the eyes of twelve pirates watching and a crate that hung precariously between the swaying boat and the stone dock that he freed the butt end of what appeared to be a cigarette from the gear. He rose from the pulley, watching it slowly start to crank once more, and he held up the object that had been stuck in the gear, letting the one pirate investigate it before he turned and glared at another thill, and Neptunic watched as the dusty blue thill that was then being glared at fold back his coyote-like ears and frown. <b style="color: #aa0000;">"I guess you'll have to be more careful where you fling stuff,"</b> Neptunic said, flicking the butt from his grease covered fingertips to the salty sea. The gray thill then moved away from the edge of the dock, but before he got too far, a brown hand reached out against his chest and stopped him.

"Aye, kid iffen we not 'ad you &ndash; even if t'job was simple, go take this and buy y'self a ikkle treat." and with a brow raise, Neptunic watched as the muddy coloured thill handed him and odd sort of currency, which Nept' figured was probably the local coins rather than something that was more... common. He opened his mouth to thank the muddy coloured 'dragon, but he shook his hands, basically telling them that it wasn't any use to do so. "Just go." he said, turning away from the gray thill and going back to harping at the rest of his crew. Tucking the coins away in his pocket, Neptunic moved on, heading towards the small town that was just beyond the docks, figuring that he could find something there that would be worth buying. If not, then he'd save his money and find a way back to Swaraj, although that probably wouldn't have been for a while. The main street eventually came into view from the sea-faring fog that brushed ashore parted, the small street lamps aglow pointed out a few more of the shady creatures that inhabited the Port as he moved down the street.</p></font></blockquote>

 

PeiruhÂ’s unusual eyes looked out at the lair of the thieves, her lips curled up into a petite smile. The town was a hub for those who elevated themselves above the law. And she wondered momentarily how she could have been born here. Peiruh did not share their sentiments or way of life, yet here was what she called home, even though she rarely came to visit. Her fingers twisted into a strained fist as she walked past familiar childhood stores. The smells of various goodies caused her mouth to go wet with longing, but she refrained from satisfying her hunger. Turning sharply at a corner, she lifted her wings and cloaked her self, finally realizing that it was raining. Now if only it would start to storm. The pitter patter of the elements against her wings was soothing, and she let herself stop, just to enjoy natureÂ’s music. Her eyes flickered shut and she inhaled deeply. Memories flooded to her and slowly her fists unclenched. Home wasnÂ’t so bad after all. Everyone spoke of the Port with trepidation but they refused to see what was beautiful. Even Peiruh had refused. Sliding out of her revere, she walked further up the alley, and dropped her wings. She didnÂ’t mind that she was slowly getting soaked, it felt good.
Hugging herself, she looked down at the ground. The alley had been laid with cobblestone yet a few hardy plants had pushed through. She smiled. The flora here was just as rebellious as the people. Stifling a small laugh she dropped her arms and started at a quicker pace. Her tail swooshed back and forth behind her and her hair, plastered to her as if in fear of falling to the ground. Winds started to pick up and the colorful dragon was forced to close her eyes against the chill sting. She could have used her wings as a shield but then her steady jog would have been slowed down by the lag in wind, and she didnÂ’t feel like getting wetter then she already was. Blast. I canÂ’t believe I always get caught up in the bad weather. She grumbled to herself between furious blinks. Others were scurrying about around her, trying to rush into the stores or into comfortable homes. She couldnÂ’t do either. She couldnÂ’t go in the stores because she felt that somehow she would be invading property that she had long ago abandoned and her home was no longer hers.
Going from a jog to a run she skidding around yet another corner, when she ran smack dab into him. Stopping, shaking her head in disorientation, she looked up and gave a wry smile. Sorry. Looking up anxiously at the clouds, she sighed heavily and decided just to seek shelter under an eaves. Looking at the stranger she wondered what he was doing in the Port. He wasnÂ’t from her; at least she didnÂ’t think so. Are you lost? Her voice was gentle and sweet, nowhere near as rusty as what her sisterÂ’s was or what people had come to expect from a Port citizen. Hugging herself tightly she backed up further into the wall. The wind was cold and the rain, though less fierce now thanks to the eaves, caused a damp chill to run up her spin. IÂ’m really sorry for bumping into you.

 

<blockquote><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><p align="justify">A distant sound of thunder tore across the sky, heavy rain clouds seeming to want to pour down on everyone that was loitering around in the streets &ndash; and it refrained from doing such for the time being &ndash; while the gray thill moved down the street, idly keeping to himself. Nept' dared not to make any eye contact with some of the shady lot that were huddled under awings and small tent stands selling pirated goods, figuring that as long as he pretended not to see them, they wouldn't feel threatened and want to bother him. He didn't listen to the idle talk that was fluttering around and easily filtered in by his wolf-ish ears, and only gave his feline shaped tail a hesitant flicker as he moved along the rows of shops that adorned the small village front of Terhesian.

Nearing a corner that he was going to turn to wander down a small back alleyway was when he was plowed into. His balance teetered considerably at first, but overall he did not topple over despite the speed and force that had been applied to him. He growled with a certain sign of aggravation; bi-coloured eyes flashing as he brushed the rather unruly silver hair out of his eyes and glared at the pendragon who had run into him. But his well-placed anger was misguided when the other apologized upfront, and while the anger did fade, it placed his disposition in a sour setting. <b style="color: #aa0000;">"It's fine,"</b> he said with the same stinging air of his disposition, before moving on.

Neptunic disregarded the 'lost' question altogether, ignoring the fact that he knew how to get around well enough. He sighed, flicking his cat-like tail around as he wandered down the dank alleyway, his footsteps slowing down to a stop as his bi-coloured eyes glanced upward at an old sign that was swaying with the slightly chilled breeze, already translating out the Ramathian that was scrawled poorly on the sign. It was a small machina shop at that, and it thrived off of things that some of other smugglers brought in. He moved to enter the shop, but a scrawled sign read:

"Lomkh - Rukc em vevsaam nemosat.", and Neptunic sighed again as the rainfall increased.

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who:Qebehsenuef</td></tr></table>


Qebeh was kiting over the skies, she looked like a wisp of cloud as she dipped and rose. She looked down and spotted two 'dragonsand aimed to land near a boat just downwind of them, so she could listen, and not be sensed. She was used to stalking, she had, she was the gaurdian of death after all. She pearched gracefully on the pole where one of the boats were tied up, sitting like a cat she watched them intently.

"<span style='color:darkred'> Well well, looks like two more to stalk</span>" she said slyly, she hadn't stalked someone in so long it drove her nuts to no end.

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry for short post, I have little to type everyday</td></tr></table>

 

She felt as if she had just made someone’s day worse. And then again she felt like this stranger, with a foul attitude to start off with, was trying to dampen her day. She was conflicted between being gentle and being hot headed, and she thought perhaps a mix of the two was in order. Slinking from the eaves she looked up at the sign that her “friend" had been reading. Scrunching her nose, she made out the letters, though she wished she was more fluent in the language. Shaking herself like a dog she shoved open the large and weather worn wooden door, emerging herself in the shadows of the abode. It was comforting and at the same time eerie. Peiruh had forgotten the feel that these pirate stores had. They were old. They were musty. And they were laden with things that didn’t belong to the store owner. Stalking toward a corner, she yanked out a chair, the legs scratching irritatingly on the floor. Plopping down, she hunched over a bit, her breath coming out in cold clouds. Excuse me sir…did I just ruin your day or something? She couldn’t help the way the words were just a bit on edge. Averting her eyes to out the window, she squinted through the sheets of rain. There was someone there. Or maybe not? Shrugging that ‘someone is watching me’ feeling, she returned her attention to the gentlemen. Rising out of her seat, the colorful female tapped her talons on a glass display. So he liked machine? She had never found a great interest in the machines but she supposed they could be useful. Lowering her head for a better look, she smushed her nose against the glass, and inadvertently causing it to fog over. Pulling away, slightly embarrassed she walked back over to the window, trying to find whatever it was that was making her so darn uneasy. Nice weather we got, huh?

 

Qebeh chuckled to her self, she wanted to wait until they got outside, to start being really cruel. She likedoing what she did, she didn't care if she got hurt, she would heal faster than most anubi. She felt the rain pelt her, and noticed the clouds changing, "<span style='color:darkred'>hail, in this season?</span>" she said dumbfounded.

She shifted into a sitting position, she was slightly uncomftorble, open to be hailed on, so her mind began to race, on how she could still stalk them, and not be noticed.

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>&mdash; not that i don't recall reading it as a rule anyway (might be wrong) but could we keep a posting order? since it was going [akumu - ducky - draconan] until... you posted again, drac'. x] if not, oh well. it's just a thing i'm picky about. XD;; Anyway, I'll... let this slide by this time. D:</td></tr></table>

<blockquote><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><p align="justify">The sound of footsteps shuffling against the wet, hard ground caught his attention just as swiftly as the words from the female 'dragon that had plowed into him filtered down into his ears. Neptunic was quite tempted to make a disgruntled noise and ignore the other, but he resisted, figuring that it might provoke the other to question him further, thus resulting in an annoying game of words. He wasn't in the mood to talk, so he shook his head, eyes straying around as the rain coated him into an even wetter state. His intentions were to ignore her after that, but he did get the paranoid feeling that she was either still staring at him, or someone else was... but such was shrugged off when the female thill wandered up to the door, promptly opened, and ventured inside.

Mentally, an inward self made a shocked face, a pure look for horror and a momentary flick of fear stirred in Nept', and he spoke quite quickly. <b style="color: #aa0000;">"What're y'doing? He's away on lunch!"</b> and even then, there was an angry tone to his voice, his bi-coloured eyes locked tightly on the form that was lingering just inside the door. <b style="color: #aa0000;">"You oughta get out of there before he comes back, eh? I doubt you'd like him to do something erratic. It's like him."</b> he said, and the tone slowly left his voice, a frown settling on his muzzle.</p></font></blockquote>

 

She looked at him a bit shocked, her eyes enlarging as if he had just told her some strange revelation. Grasping the sides of the glass case she cocked her head at him, blew out a stream of breath, and calmed instantly. I'll be fine...really. No need to worry. She figured it might erk him to think that this pendragon female that he didn't know might think that he cared at all. She smiled inwardly and wondering back to a chair, she sat in it backwards, laying her head on its back. You know...I know these people and their mannerism. I can't deal with it. She didn't smile at all, no teasing gesture to accompany her words. Instead she looked again out the window. It was really starting to bug her. Speaking in a hushed voice, as if she were planning conspiracy, Peiruh questioned the irritated man. Do you feel...watched? O nevermind that sounds silly. She huffed dejectedly and counted her talons for no real reason. Her jumbled eyes looked about again, trying to find the wonder that some saw in these machina creations. To here they were just a whole bunch of junk that didn't do any good besides collect dust.

 

She removed herself from theat spot and moved inside. Making sure to avoid the two. She used her staff-like thing like a walking stick. She was surprised how empty it was, hardly anyone was here. She sighed. "<span style='color:darkred'>I guess I'll have to make friends</span>" she thought botherdly. She walked over <span style='color:darkred'>Hello, I'm Qebehseuef, just call me Qebeh.</span>" She put on a fake smile and tried to act friendly.

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>{ooc x I hope it's alright if I join in, though I'm a bit late. =|}</td></tr></table>


<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>The rain harshly drummed the ground, seeming endless in its abuse. Strolling at a swift pace down the street was a lone figure; face basically hidden by the dark grey DC hood placed sloppily over his head. His baggy sweatshirt was soaked from this sudden onpour, adding to his dark mood. He had traveled down here with a close comrade; but lost sight of him when everyone raced into their homes to hide from the storm.

Morbidezzuah's shoes skid on the pavement as he continued fourth, muttering an assortment of curses to himself. He had never traveled to this region before, and find it difficult to make it by some of the shadier characters that lurked on the streets. In fact, he had no idea how to travel back to where he came; a truly puzzling issue for any fellow.

Though he had a calm appearance, inside he was buzzing. How would he return home? Where was his comrade? Odd inquiries came from all directions, overwhelming the adolescent pendragon. But upon hearing voices, he snapped from this daze, head lifting to reveal his maroon-grey eyes. With immense caution, his eyes swept over the surrounding buildings, a new fear arising within. But, as in his character, he simply shook his head, continuing to walk on at a swifter pace than before.</span>​