<span style='font-family:Optima'>Time: Noon Day : 3 Month : Mia Year : 81381 *Tries to type with one hand while eating popcorn with the other* Oh, and by the way... I know nothing about tornadoes, so don't be surprised when my writing is completely bogus =P <span style='color:lightgreen'>R a m e t h i u s . G a l e</span> A cool, swift wind blew through the lower reaches of the mountain, dragging along dark clouds that looked ready to burst at any moment. Ramethius looked up towards the heavens, a huge grin spreading wickedly across his two-colored maw - the worse the weather, the better he felt, and the weather was most definetly getting worse. Even better yet, the sky not covered with clouds was turning a bright, eerie green - if Ram was lucky, he might encounter a tornado, here of all places. Ram looked up the path that he was on - one full of switch-backs over wicked ridges with relief few and far between - and scrambled quickly down the slope, disregarding the path and sliding half, if not more, of the way to where he wanted to be. The 'dragon reveled in the icy breeze threatening to numb his face as he hung a right and continued down the path. Where he ended up was a deep valley, which at first glance seemed to be carved from a glacier moving through, but Ram knew better - the soil at the valley proved that the tectonic plates had moved apart here, and then the gap had been covered when a huge, dormant volcano nearby erupted, probably millions of years before. This was where Ram hoped the tornado would hit. Although they were a rare, even un-heard-of event here, the winds were in Ram's favor - they whipped through the mountains at high speeds and conflicting angles, and already Ram could see a few funnels attempting to form. The 'dragon pulled a sketchbook and pencil out of a dark leather backpack he was carrying, and started writing - approximate wind speeds, directions, pressure, humidity, everything he could figure out with limited resources, all of them wound up in the notebook. Ram could feel it. This would be a big one. </span>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Out of Character</span><table><tr><td width=100 px></td><td width=400><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=737Empebepoul Azsju-Sajjatsjeul</a> Wearing: White cami under a black vest, rather beat pair of jeans, no shoes, and hair braided under black fedora, worn black messenger bag. Mood: :greyheart: - uninspired Notes: Don't worry about the tornado stuff =P</span> </td></tr></table> <table width=400px><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><div align=justify>Pen scribbling furiously at the pages, Em did her best to balance the journal with her right elbow and write with her left hand, her right hand was currently occupied with holding her hat on her head. It probably would have been better for her if she had put her hat in her messenger bag, or better yet, left it in Bhim, but she'd come up to Nyonge expecting the usual cool, but none too breezy weather. At this rate chances were the cottage she was renting out was going to be blown away. Shaking her head, the journal was closed and put in the messenger bag, quickly followed by the pen and after some thought, the hat as well. As she stood up, her braid, which she'd been sitting on, whipped around her figure, for a moment Em thought about tucking some of it into the messenger bag as well just to get it out of the way. Peering about for the path she had taken, she noticed another 'dragon, standing almost dead center in the valley, at least, that's what it looked like from where she was standing. Treading down some precariously balanced rocks she made her way towards the figure, who she could now see was a grey and green arden, he was writing something, what she couldn't tell, but he had to be crazy, there was a smile plastered on his maw and his eyes shone as he looked up at the sky then wrote something else down, Em walked a few steps closer. <span style='color:ff0080'>'Scuse me, what do you think you're doing?</span> She yelled over the wind, rather direct, but it had to be. From what she had learned in school between the force of the winds and the colour of the sky it seemed like there would be a tornado. The arden didn't look up, making her fairly certain that she hadn't been heard. Closing the gap between the two she tapped on his shoulder. The guy had to be crazy, even she'd had the sense to pack up and start heading out, and that was really saying something. </div></span></td></tr></table>
<span style='font-family:Optima'> How do you make the margins/whatever on your post? That's cool =O <span style='color:lightgreen'>R a m e t h i u s . G a l e</span> Ramethius finished his quick sketch of the valley before looking up and over, shocked to see another 'dragon - who else would be out here in this kind of weather? As if to add exclamation to this thought, there was another gust of wind, fast enough to almost knock Ram over, caught unawares as he had been. The arden jotted what he guessed the speed was, and looked back to the other 'dragon. <span style='color:lightgreen'>I'm aah tornaado reseaahrcher,</span> he explained, assuming she would inquire why he was in such a dangerous spot at a time like this, <span style='color:lightgreen'>This is whaaaht I do - I love tornaadoes,</span> Ramethius was shouting, even at such a close range, but he was sure his voice was still faint - he hoped that the thill would be able to understand him through this and his accent. Ramethius turned slightly away again, just for a second, to make another sketch on his notebook, and complete a calculation. <span style='color:lightgreen'>The question is, whaaht aahhre you doing here? This tornaahdo is going to be huge, probaahbly one of the biggest in recent Raaahmaaahtiaaahn history.</span> It was obvious by Ram's face that he was extremely happy about this, and to be the only one there, but he suddenly looked sort of worried - what about this other 'dragon?</span>
<table width=400px><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><div align=justify>Em was barely getting snatches of what the arden was saying, the wind was screaming, almost threatening to tear some of the thinner parts of her ears. </div> ...researcher...what I do...tornadoes...you doing here?...tornado..huge...biggest...Ramath..history <div align=justify> She tried to decipher what he was saying, the accent didn't make much of a difference as the wind was blowing far too hard. What he said made sense, if he was a researcher of whatever kind chances were he'd have to observe some of Ramath-Lehi's more brutal climates and weather patterns. What caught her off-guard was the when she though he said it was going to be the biggest in Ramathian history, that was more than a little disconcerting, to say the least. <span style='color:ff0080'>{I was here on vacation, though it looks like that's going to be cut just a bit short.</span> To hell with talking, most 'dragons didn't like having their minds messed with by telepathy, but she couldn't hear him very well, and she wasn't the loudest to start with. </div>[/color]</span></td></tr></table><div align=right><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry that it's so short. And for the margins, just using some HTML to make a simple table will do it.</td></tr></table> </div>
