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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
11/19/2015 5:42:47 PM
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[i]Vyliks stood a fair distance away, just in visible range of Aerile. He wasn't precisely following her or anything of the sort, but had stumbled upon her position in a scavenging run.
His tattered Devil's cloak fluttered in the chilled winds of the Cosmodrome, the feathers and crimson fabric wrapped around him for warmth.
Seeing the Guardian approaching her and inspecting her closely, he unslung his line rifle from his back, grasping the stock and under barrel with his two upper arms, raising it upwards and peering down the marksman sights.
Pulling back on the trigger, the charge-up of the rifle could be heard from their distance away.[/i]
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[spoiler]we should try not to fall out of order. I say we start from the original again and try to have an order. [/spoiler]
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[i]I overheard the charge of a weapon, these large ears on my helmet help pick up sound, I swung my head towards the sound and shrieked in alarm at seeing a vandal preparing to end one of the two figures that stood here's life. I dove behind a rock and trembled, was he going to kill me?[/i]
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[i]The bolt was not intended to hit Aerile, rather the Guardian. Despite its purpose, the arc tracer darted by the Guardian, the accuracy dropping off at the range he was firing from. [/i]
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[i]My eyes sparkle a bit of gold and I walk out, I stand in front of the guardian as an act of defiance and protection[/i]
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[i]Vyliks narrows his eyes. He did not understand the eliksni's actions. All the Guardians ever seemed to want was to kill, and steal, all in the name of their "Light" and the "Traveler". He slung his line rifle across his back, under his torn crimson cloak. He dropped from the rocky ridge he stood upon, striding towards the eliksni.[/i]
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[i]Fear gnawed at me, but I stood firm, I watched with intent and tried to make myself look taller by fluffing my hair up[/i]
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[i]As he grew closer, he called out in the Eliksni tongue in response. "I am of no house! I am here to scavenge, and was protecting fellow eliksni!"
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John gently placed a hand on the Elinski's shoulder. As to not scare her. This was a volatile situation. One wrong move could lead back to swapping lead... Or energy... Whatever the Wire Rifles used. John shook his head and pulled the female behind him. John watched the other Vandal stride down and noticed he stored his rifle. John did the same with his sword and managed to unclench his fist. He was trying to make peace, but not sure how. He figured he might as well try something that the other Vandal will recognize. He called out the formal greeting for Elinski when two Houses crossed paths. "From what House do you hail and for what purpose do you speak?" The last message he spoke was ignored. Granted he probably sounded so thick with some strange accent of both human and Kings Speak but still.
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He felt the energy of the arc round singe the air next to him. He missed. John, for no reason, had his eyes clamped shut. Why was he afraid of a single round? His armor could withstand it. So why was he afraid? He opened his eyes and saw the female vandal in front of him. Arms splayed out as a symbol of protection. Did she really think he needed protection? That's ridiculous. John lowered his sword and let loose a high pitched whistle. Loud enough for the sniper to hear. He called out in the same volume in Elskini speak. "I am Jonathan. Rouge Guardian. I am allied with the House of Kings. Stand down. I mean no harm to the Devils or Kings." He inhaled deeply after that. Shouting that loud took your breath away. He hoped this would go peacefully. Desperately hoped
