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Connor and Aether |
Dec 11 2007, 04:29 PM
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Kira Yamato died for our sins Posts: 2,132 FEPoints: 1,535 Joined: 17-May 07 From: London, UK Member No.: 1,634
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C-Rank
In the desert, on the trail back to the port. Aether is sharpening a small blade. Connor: Aether! I've been meaning to ask you something... Aether: Eh? What's up, farmboy? Connor: Well, about that duel we had a while back. I've always wondered who would've won if I hadn't called it off. Aether: Heh. But it's pointless to wonder about such things afterwards. Connor: What's the point in anything, though? 'sides, don't you ever think about possibilities - things that could've happened but didn't? Aether: Not really. Life sucks, then you die. What else is there to learn? Now, shut up about useless crap and tell me something that's been bugging me for a while; what the hell is a farmboy doin' all the way out here? Connor: It's a long story. Well... The bastard who was the lord of my village got a load of machines from Devlan and fired my parents. I ran away on my nineteenth birthday, 'cos I knew there wasn't any future left for me at home. I've done a few jobs here and there since then, but I'm basically broke. Aether:...And HOW exactly does that attribute to you ending up here? Connor: I'm getting there! Anyway, my first job was with this weird knight... that didn't last long. Then, I went to this island - Valhassa, I think it's called. I nearly got killed there. I got the first ship out of there, and I ended up in the town where we first met. Aether: Ah. Funny how that works. Connor: Like you said, that's life. Hmm... I'm guessing you're a local, so there's no cool story to be told there, eh? Aether: Sorta'. But, my capacity to tell anything worth telling isn't exactly large at the moment. Connor: Nah, I'm sure you can make it sound good. There's not much else to do 'round here anyway. Aether: ...Truth be told, I just don't feel like it. Tell ya' what; beat me in a duel some other time, and I'll spill. Now excuse me; it's late and I'm kinda' tired now. So, we'll talk some other time. Connor: I'll make sure you keep that promise, Aether. You'd better watch yer back tomorrow. C-Rank support gained~! |
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Aug 31 2008, 12:34 PM
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"If you do it right, you get some crazy number porn." Posts: 653 FEPoints: 1,775 Joined: 7-January 07 From: Good ol' Grand Britannia. Member No.: 883
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B-Rank
Before going their separate ways, outside the tavern. Aether: Oi, Farmboy. We got something to talk about, s'matter of fact. Hear me out. Connor: We do? Aether: Aye, aye. It's about Aer. Connor: What about her? Is everything okay? Aether: It's not so much that. Listen, you know I'm always keeping her cloaked heavily, right? Even in weather like this? Connor: That's just modesty, innit? I don't want some pervert eyeing her up, you know. Aether: Nah, it's not just that, although your worries are duly noted. It's her back. There's...well, there are wings coming off of her. And I'm not talking wings like Ester's, y'know? Connor: Wings? She's a mamkute as well? Aether: No. No, she's not. I think...well, I think it's the work that's been done on her by whoever caught her. I know Manaketes, trust me, and those aren't those kinds of wings. Connor: Well, what kind of wings are they like then? Aether: If I was to compare them to anything, I'd say they're more akin to...well, demon wings. Out of the books and stuff, you know. They're small, little purple like wings. But more leathery than scaled. Connor: Bloody hell. I'm gonna get whoever did that to her. Aether: 'Gonna' get'? Heh, don't get too excited, farmboy. Connor: But the fuckers that stitched wings onto Aer need what's coming to them! Aether: Stitched? Maybe, maybe...anyway, I'm gonna' keep investigating further. Leave the girl with me, Con'. You focus on Ester. Connor: ...fine. You'd better look after her, though. 'cause when I come back with Ester, if you manage to lose her as well... Aether: Don't underestimate me, farmboy. As long as the girl's in my care, not a single hair is coming to harm. I'm willing to walk down the path to hell with her. Connor: Good. Well, I'd better be off. We don't have much time - heaven know's what they've already done to poor Ester... Aether: Aye, aye. We'll meet again, friend! B-Rank support gained~! |
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