<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>This is a plot line I've been wanting to do for awhile...It will explain Nekhalla a bit. Current Day 30 Current Quarter Mia (Winter) Current Year 81379 </td></tr></table> Nekhalla slipped down into the basement levels unoticed...She had an agenda, what it was no one knew. She headed to the area where there were some scrolls and rumaged thru them... They were all written in Anubian She finally found one she was looking for and walked toward the door. Right before she made it she looked up, her eyes went wide in panic. <span style='color:purple'>Mmm...My...My lady...I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, I ack!</span> Her windpipe had been comprimised as her feet left the floor. She started choking. Her attacker was a tall Anubi with tan fur and in full Anubian dress. She was beautiful with stunning turqoise eyes that were like the stone themselves. A black and red ribbon was tied to her head. Her dress was black with a gold collar...She wore no shoes. On her arms were gold gauntlets. She had a definitive smirk on her face. <span style='color:red'>Thats not good enough halfbreed...You're my eyes and ears here and you haven't been doing a very good job of it. You haven't gotten a single Anubi to shut up here or anything of use. All the secrets of the Anubi require you to keep the ones here quiet, so far things are begining to unravel. If you don't help stop it everything may be told and ruined.</span> Nekhalla began to squirm as the Anubi tightened her grip on her windpipe. Nekhalla was not one to fear anyone but the fear on her face could be seen. This was very out of character for her. She looked down at the scroll. The Anubi tossed her aside like a rag doll, Nekhalla hit the wall and was gasping for breath. The Anubi bent down gracefully and picked up the scroll she looked down and quickly read it. <span style='color:red'>Interesting...Maybe you arn't as usless as I thought. You found one of the old scrolls on the magic of the Cucu's of the Uhai...this may be useful, for my own purposes. I must leave now, but please do a better job or I will kill you next time.</span> With that the Anubi dissappeared in a flash...A pile of cold sand was left in her wake. Nekhalla was left panting against the wall. <span style='color:purple'>Damn...</span>
<span style='color:red'>You alright?</span> Del said, having turned the corner a split second before nekhalla was released, he jogged over and offered her his hand, <span style='color:red'>You might want to get out of here, huh?</span>
<span style='color:purple'>Gotta find something first though</span> Nekhalla got out while still gasping for air. She stood up shakily and walked back over to the table with the Anubi scrolls. She pushed them around until she found another one that was tightly rolled and sealed. She smiled slightly. <span style='color:purple'>I think I found the one I'm looking for.</span> She shoved it into her shoulder bag and headed out. <span style='color:purple'>Tell no one of what you saw, for if you ever did...your life would be in grave danger.</span> Nekhalla's warning was almost eyrie in the way she said it. She was dead serious...there seemed to be more going on here then that could be seen at first glance.
<span style='color:red'>Whats that supposed to mean, huh?</span> Del said, following along, <span style='color:red'>And besides that, Who was that?</span> he continued along next to her, matching her pace, <span style='color:red'>You don't have many friends, do you?</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm not interupting anything, am i?</td></tr></table> Soft footsteps could already be heard in the basement as Kien decended the steps. She was halfway through and her eyes had already adjusted to the dimness of the basement. She knew she wasn't suppose to be here. But there were no classes or parties to attend, no friends to met and she was a little tired of exploring other places right now. So boredom led her down here. She reached the sixth last step when she heard a choke. She decended a little more and saw glimsp of a figure dissapearing, leaving nothing but sand. She finished her last steps and looked around. <span style='color:skyblue'>Hello?</span> She spotted a femme and her companion. By the looks of it, the femme was a little out of breath. Kien figured that she either ran or got into a little trouble. Maybe that explained the choking sound. <span style='color:skyblue'>Er... Hey. Is everything alright? I heard a little commotion just now.</span>
<span style='color:purple'>Damn it...I attracted a crowd...</span> Nekhalla thought to herself. She had to make this quick and not reveal to much or her life might be at stake. She turned and stopped abuptly <span style='color:purple'>No I don't have many friends and thats for reasons that are my own. Who that was is none of your buisness, and you better not wonder on about who that was or you may find yourself dead and it won't be my fault. As for me I'm fine thank you." </span> She began picking at the seal on the scroll, She knew that she was the only one here who could open it. She seemed rather impatient about it. There was definatly something important in it.
<span style='color:red'>You really don't have any friends, huh?</span> Del said, walking a circle around her and looking her over, <span style='color:red'>I don't see why, you Do have a sense of style.</span> he offered her a hand, not even seeming to notice the scroll she was so intent on opening. <span style='color:red'>Friends?</span>
<span style='color:purple'>Sorry I don't do that kinda thing...Put flat out, being around me can be dangerous to your health. As for having a sense of style, thanks I make my own clothes.</span> Nekhalla was still picking at the seal it was begining to come undone, but after however old it was it had kept itself sealed pretty well. The seal was blood red with the image of a Cucu with a spear on it. It was an archiac symbol but it gave an image of importance.
<span style='color:red'>I've fought giant monsters that heal themselves, demons that walk through walls and jump out of book pages, and have you ever tried talking to a notorious bounty hunter with a sniper rifle in your face?</span> Del listed off, <span style='color:red'>Frankly, I'd be glad to help you with whatever you need, seems like theres more here than meets the eye, so to speak.</span> He walked around her again, <span style='color:red'>Did you really make that outfit?</span>
Outside the window snow flew furiously. Just looking at it gave Sketch a chill. Wrapping her sweater tightly around her midsection, she tossed her books in hand into her locker and watched her magnetic mirror fall to the floor. Seven years bad luck. Sigh. Casually looking around she saw that nobody was nearby, so she snatched her bag and coat and shut the locker, leaving the glass shards for the janator. They get paid to clean the school, dont they? Walking towards the outer doors, she felt a cold draft hit her as somebody opened one. Immediately she changed direction. She knew she would be dead if she was caught doing this, but she'd had a miserable day, and honestly, didnt care. Her physics teacher had made an ass out of her for daydreaming in class, so she had now withdrawn into a stupidly beligerant and irritating mood. Silently slipping through the familliar gray door, she crept down the steep metal stairway to the basement of the school. When on the last step, she folded her legs and crouched into a comfortable ball, obscuring herself from sight. From her pocket she carefully drew out a cigarette, and lighter, a ritual she knew far too well. But then a voice echoed down the corridor. She stood up curiously and flattened herself against a wall, peering down at three shadows who stood murmering amongst themselves. She held her smoke between her thumb and forefinger, heater pointing down so as the light could not be seen. Out of nowhere, she got a remarkably foolish idea and removed her shoes, tucking them neatly beneath the stairs. She grinned, and with a leap, pulled herself up into the rafter-like steel supports that lined the ceiling. She knew that she could not be seen up here, it was just the angle of the lights down here. She'd hidden here for hours before hiding from cops. They had walked right under her twice and not noticed her. With great agility she hopped from beam to beam untill she was positioned directly above the three. Two she did not know, but the punky one was very familliar, a face that she would recognize in an instant. Taking one final drag of her smoke she tossed the butt to the right of the little group, firey trail of light catching their attention for just long enought. As their heads turned she made her move. Dropping from the bar, Sketch landed directly behind Nekhalla, and crouched low, snatching the scroll from her bag. By now the group had noticed her, but as stated before, she was not herself today and was doing this to be purely annoying, not thinking of consequences. <span style='color:gray'>"Hey Nekki. Whats this you got here?"</span> She held the scroll up to her face in the dim light, removing the seal, stupid grin still abaze upon her maw.
Nekhalla was surprised but wasn't really afraid. There was nothing Sketch could really do with the scroll saying there was no way in hell she could read it or for that matter make it react. It took an Anubi to do that...or a half breed. <span style='color:purple'>Maybe there is maybe there isn't you most likely would be out of your league to help me...saying finding my problem would be an impossible thing in the first place. Defeating it would lead to your death and if that didn't kill you someone else would.</span> Nekhalla snatched the scroll from Sketch and put it in her bag carefully. It was very special to her for some reason. <span style='color:purple'>As for this, you need not play with whats not yours. What are you people doing down here anyway? I'm usually the only one down here...</span> Nekhalla was a little nervous oviously, she didn't mean for anyone to see or hear any of the conversation that had gone on between her and the Anubi. It really wasn't ment for others ears...as is pertained to her own life rather then theirs.
Still grinning she lay an arm around Nekhalla's shoulders, observing the looks of concern upon all three dragons faces. From her pocket she removed her pack of smokes, took one and offered one to her new companions. <span style='color:gray'>"Why so glum kiddies? Long day? Tell me about it." </span> She looked from one set of eyes to the next, with no clear reaction from any of them. <span style='color:gray'>Well have no fear. Sketcheth is here. Whats the problem guys? I can help! I've got four text books full of equations and definitions calling my name and I'd absolutely love to avoid them.</span> She casually lit her smoke, and waited for some sort of explaination.
Del murmered a few syllables under his breath and waved his hand, the end of the cigarette bursting from the speeded growing of the revived tobacco- <span style='color:red'>That'll kill you, you know.</span> he said with a smug smoothness comparable only to the funny half smirk on his face. He turned to nekhalla, <span style='color:red'>I'd be glad to help anyway, its not the first time I've willingly put myself into a life threatening situation for a complete stranger,</span> He turned back to sketch, <span style='color:red'>Call me kiddie and i'll kill you.</span> He said with hateful ferocity; Just brought back memories of childhood bullies, personal demons never laid to rest- and never would be. he turned back to Nekhalla. <span style='color:red'>I come down here all the time; its like my personal haunt really.</span>
Sketch stared in horrified awe at her mangled cigarette, like a mother watches her child ride his bike into traffic. Her eyes darted hatefully to Del. Wheow. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. But immediately she was thankful she had kept her thoughts to herself, not necessarilly in fear, but in respect. People do not create their personalities, their experience in life creates them. Except for posers, but thats another story. Her smirk had vanished as she removed her arm from Nekhalla and stared into Del's eyes, not threateningly, not angrilly or even mockingly. Just... neutral. Of course inside she had a right mind to knock the cocky son-of-a-bitches head off, because meaninless rudeness was a very conceited thing to do. She too had endured much heartless bullying in her time and had grown to loathe the people who did not give another person a chance. <span style='color:gray'>"Don't worry about killing me, love. Thats what these are for." </span>She spoke softly, motioning to the exploded smoke-butt, never daring to break eye contact.<span style='color:gray'> "And by the way, didnt you're mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"</span> As the words left her mouth she felt her lip curl into a subtle snarl, but quickly returned to baseline. She had no intent of starting a fight here. But after all, nobody messes with her smokes. But her interest slowly returned to Nekhalla's scroll. She could not help the feeling of some great importance that it possesed. Nekhalla was a strange dragoness. She'd been popping up more and more lately and Sketch couldnt help but feel that she had some greater importance yet to be uncovered. <span style='color:gray'>"So... whats with the scroll?"</span>
<span style='color:red'>I don't think there is such a thing as a stranger if you can see them- and the reason remains, I dont want to see anyone killing themselves.</span> He looked at the scroll in nekhallas hands. <span style='color:red'>you having trouble opening that, miss- uh, didn't get your name actually. I'm Del, by the way.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>BRAIN Iz BROKdEDz? tired+ a lot of sugar= clouded mind and dull senses, plus i'm extremely hyperhyperhyperhyperhyperhyperhyper</td></tr></table>
Nekhalla delibratly avoided the scroll question, it oviously had to do something with the Anubi that was with her before. <span style='color:red'>Nekhalla, my names Nekhalla. No I don't need help opening this...its just a special seal that I need to keep intact..</span> She had said too much. She did need the seal intact, but she wouldn't say for what. She knew something...something that she shouldn't. It was likely something personal she wanted to forget, but couldn't because it was something she had to do. She was purposfully avoiding questions. She scratched her head and pushed her hat back, and being a clumsy idiot, pushed too far and it fell off. Her ears stood straight up. The hat had been the thing keeping them bent over! They were tall which explained why they stuck out of the hat when they were bent over. She quickly realized what had happened and scooped her hat back up and slammed it on her head. The panic left her face and she was back to normal, her ears oviously brought some kind of stress to her for some reason or another...
<span style='color:red'>Anubial ears- She must be an Anubi, or part at any rate</span> he looked at Nekhallas face- Extreme consentration, determination, and something else he couldn't quite identify. <span style='color:red'>I don't need any answers, but if you say its none of my buisness- you're dead wrong, so I'm involved now, and you can't get rid of me, no way I'd let a lady go into danger alone- even a tough lady.</span> he waved his hand toward the scroll- If you want i can open that without breaking the seal. He turned his gaze upon his hand- and in a moment his hand was engulfed in flames. <span style='color:red'>A light, at least?</span> he said- raising his hand above his peers heads. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Thats all i got- :P</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> hey... sorry for not replying at all. I was kinda busy(school and all). I'm not gonna reply. I see that this story has gone on farther. So um.. just think Kien ran back up. heh heh ^^ sorry again!</td></tr></table>
Nekhalla frowned...She didn't want anyone else getting involved. This was her problem, and now they saw her ears. Hopefully they didn't put two and two together, though it looked like one of them had already. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt, nor did she want to wind up dead or worse, them. <span style='color:red'>It's okay I can open it...</span> She put her hand over it and mumbled something that no one could understand. A sharp 'pop' was heard and she flipped over her hand and there was the seal, not a single molecule left on the paper. There was however something on the bottom of it which she promptly popped out, pulled a chain out from under her shirt, slipped it on and then put the chain back. From what had been seen in that few seconds it was gold and shaped like a cat, she had others simular but in different shapes on the chain. She took the scroll and carefully put it in her bag. Light reading for her. <span style='color:red'>No problem really...</span> The wax from the seal then exploded in a fireball and totally disintigrated in her hand, leaving nothing left of it. She rolled her eyes oviously unimpressed by the fireworks display. She shoke her hand out some it oviously burned some, which she found quite annoying. She sighed and figured they would most likely block her way out so it was no use trying to run, she was not in the mood for a fight either so she would have to stay. <span style='color:red'>Really I'm not going to get hurt. There is nothing you can do.</span>
<span style='color:red'>You really can't get rid of me- so don't try- why dont you tell me whats up, or i'll end up following you around, and i'm sure you would hate that.</span> He stood in front of her anh looked her in the eyes- <span style='color:red'>Why are you interested in an Anubial scroll nekhalla?i remember seeing a seal like that in a book- and your ears give you away a bit.</span> He smiled smugly and held out a hand. <span style='color:red'>Sure you don't want help- you are too beautiful for a guy like me to ignore, hmm?</span>
