Palekusa and whoever joins. Hit me via pm/msn/aim if I don't keep up with this thread. I really friggin' mean that. I've gotten into bad rping habits as of late, and I'm trying to break them. Namely by being more active. ----- The fourty-fifth of Tessera, in the year of 81379... A stone gray thill stood at the very edge of one of the older wooden piers, seemingly on the edge of plunging into the chill spray that dusted her bare hind paws as each wave crested, smashing itself into oblivion against the aged wood. The evening air was thick with the smell of salt water and the far more acrid rank from the poorer ships running off of fossil fuels and the like. The sky above was overcast, thick gray and black thunderheads threatening the citizens of coastal Bhim into their homes. A few hints of rain had already dampened the air, but it would be nothing compaired to the pounding gale that was promised for later. Palekusa had chosen this point for a reason; the newer docks were larger, made of steel and machina and the sweat and blood of the engineers who had worked so hard on them, only for the fruits of their labour to fall into a state of disarray. The populace of Bhim was not, as always stereotyped, one of murderers and theives, but there were a substancial amount of lower class 'dragons. The ones who had been hired for dock matinance. Palekusa had seen them, lounging about the piers trying to make light of their situation, occasionally rising and making a half-hearted attempt at cleaning rust and caked-on filth from the docks whenever a superior passed by. The wooden docks were used even less, only the much smaller watercraft kept for personal use by fisher'dragons and the like using them, and even then only rarely. So it was here she had chosen to make her pact, amidst the salt and spray and the turmult above. Raising her right hand, she held it infront of her, parallel to the waters below. Clutched in her slim fingers was a sheathed sword. A medival weapon, nothing compared to the firearms used by the majority of 'dragons in the current day in age, yet of a make she herself used. It was not one of her prized swords, but a practice one she could finacially 'throw away' without worry. It was symbolic above all else. "I was a fool..." she whispered, before dropping the weapon, eyes following it until it dropped almost silently into the water.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>hmm, let me see, I'll join... Who: Davros Silversword</td></tr></table> Davros had been swimming. When he saw the sword sinking, he swam after it, and grabbed it. Looking around, he'd have to go up for air. Swiming up he gasped for air, and spottted the thill. "<span style='color:orange'>Is this yours?</span>" he yelled out. He used his wings to keep afloat, otherwise, he'd sink like a rock. Climbing slowly onto the dock he held the sword out and said "<span style='color:orange'>here</span>" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>i had to post this</td></tr></table>
Palekusa was about to turn and leave when a head broke the surface, an arden spluttering water until he addressed her. With a mental curse and an outward sigh, she shook her head, taking a step back from the arden and what had been her sword. "It is not mine any longer. You may keep it if you wish."
Tossing it in the water, he watched it sink again. "<span style='color:orange'>Fine, never fancied swords meself</span>" he said. He shivered, kneeled, and transmuted a plank of wood he found in the water into a coat. He was still wet, and it was very cold today. "<span style='color:orange'>So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you disposing of the sword in the first place?</span>"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>...coat from wood? :\ Alchemy wise, that's... making me want to start a whole big debate XD so I won't. </td></tr></table> "Personal reasons." the hybrid sighed, wrapping her own coat tighter around herself as the first few fat raindrops began to splatter on and around them. "Would you like to join me for a hot drink? There's a little place not far from here that steeps the most delicious tea..." she asked the unknown arden at length, eager to get out of the oncoming rain and the brisk wind.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Mmmm I don't care, Telea was my only charrie that liked cold annyways lol</td></tr></table> "<span style='color:orange'>Errr, ok</span>" he said unsure. Wrapping the new coat around him he looked at her, waiting. Shifting uncomftorbly he then said "<span style='color:orange'>By the way, my name is Davros, i just didn't want to be rude</span>"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ah-hah. Sorry about the delay, Dracon, I've been extremely forgetful lately. o_@ </td></tr></table> "Palekusa Sjetsunaxu. Pleasure to make your aquaintance, Davros." she said with a small nod and a crooked smile, turning towards the shore and setting off at a brisk pace. "I'm sorry to be hasty with the introductions, but if we don't get inside soon we're both going to be wet, although it seems you're already a tad on the damp side." she hummed, pulling up the hood of her jacket over her hair as she glanced back, making sure he was following her. "Numei's Tea House isn't very far, though. Just a couple of buildings down the street."
He sighed and laid his head back against his shoulders, following. "<span style='color:orange'>Palkanse, Palekuso? Is it ok if I make up a nickname for, sadly, I cannot pronounce your name.</span>" he said shaking his head. He nodded when she mentioned the tea house and did nothing more, just followed.
Palekusa nodded slightly, shaking off herself slightly as she stepped up onto the sidewalk and fell into the shelter under the wide awning that sheltered the walk-way. "Feel free to do such. Palekusa can be a mouthful, I'm sure." the thill replied, glancing to her side; apparently curious about the colorful, vaguely tribal jewellry and material displaying in a shop window. Abruptly she stopped, turning on her heel to push open the door to a small shop nestled between two of the larger privately owned giftshops. Soon as the door opened a friendly muted chatter wafted out onto the street, followed by the subtle scents of various brews and the sharper, far more acrid tang of coffee. "After you." Palekusa murmured, motioning the arden a head with a sweep of her arm.
