Mia 47 81381 Location- Somewhere in Pwa Desert Weather- Sand Storm. The old Rickety tavern was the only shelter for miles from this Sandstorm. It was occupied by three people, the bartender and a young thill who was sweeping up whatever sand snuck in. Then the third person was someone who had been there for a couple hours before the storm hit. He leaned back in his chair, relaxing. A long dark cloak completely covered his frame, and the hood covered his face. He had been quiet except when he entered, warning the bartender of the storm. The pub was pretty old and worn, but it made decent shelter in the storm, and the heat. One could come here to get some water if they needed too...or a beer. It was known by some loyal customers, many being men that belong to a new order of sorts. Infact, on the wall was the order's symbol, the gauntlet holding a sword, marked there in a dark rusty red.....the storm was only going to get harder for the next few hours.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: Xaighaj Tkyjm</td></tr></table> Xaighaj opened the door to the tavern coughing. He closed the door hastily and glanced around, blinking sand out of his acidic green eyes. "<span style='color:green'>Ah' still want to know what causes those blasted things.</span>" He said shaking his head and wings. After he was pleased with his wings, he sat down at a lone table and layed his head down. He reached into his backpack unconciously and pulled out a book. The title read 'Advanced Physics' He opened it to the most recent page and layed it down. skimming through it wearily. Still oblivious the the figure in the corner. He read. He scratched an ear, and walked over to the bar. "<span style='color:green'>Could I get a glass of water? Or anything non-alcoholic?</span>" The barkeep nodded, and left momentarily. Returning with a glass of slightly warm water. He took it back to his table sipping it idly. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>If water costs here then pretend he payed for it.</td></tr></table>
The hooded figured cough for a moment, heaving heavily. As soon as he was done he got up and moved to the young Arden, peering down at the book through the shadowed veil of his hood. "Hmmm, Advanced Physics..." he said softly and non-threatening. "One of the few sciences that is actually full on fact and not just theory after endless theory." he chuckled, removing his hood and reveling the snow white face that was Sinok Grey. Sinok doubted this lad knew who he was..for Sinok had not actually made a public appearance to the media...just his orders icon has been left in raided spots. Sinok watched the lad. "I wonder what a young one like you would be doing here in the desert..studying the physics on Sand Storms are you?" He smiled softly as the lights flickered from a large gust of wind. The thill waitress yawned and sat down in a chair, flopping herslef over the table before her and dozing off.
Startled by Sinok he looked up. "<span style='color:green'>Yeah, physics are some thigns that don't lie. Ah'm also good with chemistry.</span>" He replaced his bookmark and closed the book. "<span style='color:green'>Ah'm out here because I wanted to figure out sand dunes and sand storms. What make's 'em tick. I wanna be famous for this kinda stuff when ah' get older.</span>" He studied Sinok's face carefully, "<span style='color:green'>You don't seem like a mugger or murderer, so why're yah out here? If yah don't mind meh' askin'.</span>"
Sinok nodded at Xai's words. Chemistry was an interesting and all true one too. These were Sciences of life. He smiled at him, proud to find someone interested in the care of this world. "Just hanging around at my local tavern ofcourse. I was expecting some company, but Im going to guess they wont be coming till after the storm is over." He sat down, his clock flowing around his ankles. "Its nice having a place to get away from it all, I consider this place my little oasis." he smiled and looked over at the waitress who was fast asleep across the room. "Shes adorable, isnt she?"
He smirked slightly, "<span style='color:green'>She reminds me of some of my less enthusiastic classmates. Ahlways fahllin' asleep in class.</span>" He flicked his feather-tipped tail idly as he studied Sinok some more. "<span style='color:green'>Why would you meet collegues out here? Wouldn't it be easier to meet them in a town? As for hanging out at an oasis, well, that's fine and dandy, but they get a tad boring.</span>" He hated asking questions to strangers. But he felt slightly he could trust this man. So he allowed his instincts to lead him into more and more questions.
Sinok looked at him in way that showed he wanted this lad to ask him things. How can one learn, if he didnt ask? <span style='color:gray'>"As I said before, this IS my local pub...just as well as theirs."</span> The lights flickered again as a large gust of wind shook the building, a bit of sand shaking through the ceiling and down to the floor. Sinok's unusually long fingers ermered from the ends of his sleeves as he grasped a cup of water and downed it slowly, he placed it down and began to tap his fingers. <span style='color:gray'>"Many say this desert is without life, after years of looking over it...I say they havent looked hard enough"</span>
He nodded, on vaguely grasping what Sinok ment by /his/ pub. "<span style='color:green'>I know this desert has life, weather it be the smallest or the biggest. it's out there, and it exists. If you think about it, aren't we currently life here in this desolate desert?</span>" He replied to Sinok's comment, taking a sip of his water afterwards. He slipped his book back into his backpack. Then pulled out a worn notebook and pencil. He flipped it open, then tapped a page. "<span style='color:green'>These are some notes from a book, then some notes I've found out. The book is correct, it tries to explain why sand dunes bark. They do indeed bark. Me and the author though, cannot figure out how they are caused to bark and why not mew. If you get what I'm saying. Maybe there's something living in the dunes that may possibly make an outcry to the shiftings of the dune.</span>
Sinok looked at the book with a raised brow. <span style='color:gray'>"I never really thought about it before...but I believe it could either be cause of a family of creatures living in their masses?..or the way the wind hits it. In the desert, anything can be anything."</span> He shrugged. <span style='color:gray'>"Have you ever seen the rumored Sandworms here? I have...they are large, and like to trick people."</span> The Sandworm was never confirmed to exsist..but some people who have traveled to desert(more like get lost in it and go mad) claim to have seen them. But no one has proof... <span style='color:gray'>"They are known to make odd sounds when excreting gasses or..possibly trying to lure prey..."</span>
"<span style='color:green'>Sandworms? I have a theory about them. My theory is that if they exist they are purely nocturnal, preying on other nocturnal beings. But even I'm not so sure about if they exist or not. </span>" He flipped through his notebook a few pages, "<span style='color:green'>Here, it says that the Sandworm is a being never proven to exit, though it probably preys on other nocturnal beings or lost travelers. The sandworm has been said to make a noise between a bark and a mew.</span>" He tapped the page with his pencil a couple of times. Still pondering. "<span style='color:green'>I haven't seen one myself so I can't truely say.</span>"
Sinok smirked. <span style='color:gray'>"Believe what the books tell you then, they are all theories on that anyways....'</span>. His trained of thought wandered for a moment and his limp wings twitched under his cloak. <span style='color:gray'>"Im assuming your from a populated area then? Tell me...has there been anything interesting on the news latley, i fear that in the last sandstorm my attenaee got distroyed.</span>
"<span style='color:green'>I'm a student. I haven't seen much, I saw a little blurb on a weredragon tearing somewhere up, I believe it was Draconan. He's notorious for outbursts like that.</span>" He shrugged, "<span style='color:green'>I've always wanted to know what causes it myself. Is it an overdose of some kind of hormone? Or too much destructive magic.</span>" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ickity short :<</td></tr></table>
Sinok watched him. "Magic is a thing that shouldnt be abused, it is what keeps us alive and aids us everyday...and it is more reliable then most machinery....." Sinok's eyes wandered to his hand then back to Xal. "Anything else? When my radio gave out they mentioned something about a militant group..."
"<span style='color:green'>Militant group? I haven't seen anything like that yet. Maybe my channel is just slow on the news or something.</span>" He tapped a finger on the book in thought. Trying to remeber something, if anything, even close to what Sinok just brought up.
Sinok had a small look of discontent on his face for a moment. That means they had not caused a big enough rukus in Bhim. He watched the boy for a moment then looked away, to the symbol on the wall. "Have you seen that symbol on the wall before m'boy?"
He studied it for a moment, pondering the symbol. "<span style='color:green'>Yeah, I saw that in the newspaper awhile back, now that I think about it, they said something about Bhim being totally thrown into a rukus. Something with guns. But they didn't put it on the news.</span>" He nodded, "<span style='color:green'>You have something to do with that?</span>"
He smirks, suddenly standing, throwing his cloak aside, revealing his silver and gold armor, his broken wings, and his amazing sword. "Welcome to the Land of the Declaired!" he beams "And I am Sinok Grey, the ever so humble leader of this land." He bows. "I have everything to do with the Rukus in Bhim." Smirking as he stands. "But I guess I cant take all the credit, my wonderful followers are a great help. They are better then the sword I have at my side." He puts a long finger hand on Xal's shoulder. "I hope this does not make you want to leave, my friend. I would like to share knowledge and stories with you. It's not often I meet new people." He smiles kindly. Hardly seeming like the militant that he really is.
Resting his chin on his hand he pondered. "<span style='color:green'>Interesting name I must say. Creativity is hard to find these days. As for a rebel group or whatever you are. I wont leave yet. Times like these one must know as much as possible.</span>" He said with a smirk after a few minutes of pondering. "<span style='color:green'>As for 'followers' wouldn't you classify them as comrads to say the least? They do help you after all.</span>" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Wasn't Thela supposed to be one of the 'generals'? I did offer to have her in his army.</td></tr></table>
ooc: Oh yeah....you can bring here in now if you want! :P Sinok smiled at him. "Followers is the word I use for the people of the Declaired who follow a belief I have led them to. They follow me on the path to what we believe this world should be. This planet has lost its self, and I am showing them the way back to being hole again." He sat back down. "You can ask me anything, good lad, I wont be afraid to answer! Honesty is the most powerful weapon one could use in life."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Wootles :3</td></tr></table> Thela shouldered her way through the door. Blinking sand out of her good eye. She shook her own wings slightly, sand was an annoying thing for fliers. She glanced around and spotted Xai and Sinok. She padded her way over to Sinok, nodded to Xai, then said, "<span style='color:gray'>Well, not counting the sandstorm, all is clear, you were right, no one would come after us here.</span>" Xai blinked then said, "<span style='color:green'>Then first of all, who is this 'un?</span>" He gestured to Thela. Resisting to stare at the scorched side of her face.
