Her Arrival...

Servant Joined : 27 Aug 2008 Posts : 10

Who would have thought Zosime would finally see what lies beyond the island of Greece. She always thought she would be living the normal life of a Greek woman. Considering the fact she’s been living for the past 5000 years, Zosime would never truly know how her life as a human could have been. This place…Tallendon…would be her new home for the time being. It was her duty to protect the human lives here from the daimons infesting the world. This is her duty as a dark-hunter.

---Flashback---

“Zosime” called Artemis. With a quick flash Zosime appeared in front of the goddess. “Yes matisera?” Artemis stood from her thrown and walked to stand in front of her. ”I’m giving you a new assignment. I will transport you to the Kingdom of Tallendon. I’ve been looking into that place and I’ve noticed daimons are beginning to attack the humans there.” Zosime nodded “Will I be going alone this time?” Artemis nodded “Yes I need a majority of my hunters here in Greece where the numbers of daimons increase every week.” Zosime sighed “And how long must I stay in this…Tallendon?” Artemis rolled her eyes “Till I am pleased” Zosime narrowed her eyes. “Yes matisera” Zosime slung her sword “Apollymi” over her shoulder. “Say good bye Apollymi” The sword glowed brightly blinding the goddess. Once the light had faded Artemis knew Zosime left to begin her assignment. Artemis growled “I hate that damn sword” (is damn allowed? Lol)

---End of Flashback---

Zosime landed on her feet in front of a local tavern. “Home sweet home” She said with a sarcastic drawl. She took a few steps and opened the door to the tavern. Zosime sighed as her eyes looked over all of its patrons. Drunks, beggars, loose women…everything she despised. She headed straight for the bar ignoring all the cat call’s, the sneers from the other women, and the grabby beggars. Once seated she signaled for the bar tender and placed her chin in her palm. The bartender walked up to her smirked and looking at places they didn’t belong. Zosime narrowed her eyes at him “I suggest u keep your eyes above chin level if you know what’s good for you.” The man looked at her a bit nervous “What can I get you ma’am?” She sat up a bit contemplating on what to order “Eh just give me your strongest drink. Also do you happen to have anything good to eat here” The man nodded “We have soup’s, breads, and few pies left. We don’t really carry a lot of food this late in the night.” She sighed “Damn it just give me some of your soup then.” The man went straight to work preparing her order.

Grunting a bit Zosime swung in her chair and looked at the ground. ’Matisera…thanks for bringing me to such a great place’ she said in her head. Artemis all but laughed ‘Your very welcome dear Zosime’ Zosime balled her fist ‘You don’t know how much I hate you right now’ a small scoff echoed in Zosimes mind ‘Oh but I do Zosime’ her laughed echo. “God I hate that woman” she kicked the bar table. “Um excuse me ma’am your order is here” She turned and looked at her small meal. Her eyes slowly drifted to the bartender. “This is it?” She sighed “Fine what ever then.” She dug into her pocket and retrieved the money for her order. She roughly placed it in his hands “Thanks” She dipped her spoon into the soup and began to eat her meal. ‘This is going to be hell’

Subject: Re: Her Arrival... Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:16 pm

(Let me know if you mind my popping in.. If you want I can delete this)

Lyo had been in his usual booth, off to the side of the bar, but easily within ear shot if he wanted anything. Today he was in his usual attire. A dark suede doublet over a nearly white shirt. His forearms adorned with mythril bracers and his shins, mythril greaves. Form the knee up his pants were very loose fitting and baggy. But at his waist the sword belt reined in the extra fabric neatly.

Oddly enough, he wore two belts. One held a sword in plain view and little else that could be seen for it was conceal under his doublet , and behind him. but the other belt held naught more then a single chain whip and two leather pouches no larger then a book. Both had locking clasps and were intricately tooled. The blade on his hip was in a rather plain leather sheath but it help a unique S like curve to the blade, and her well worn grip had three silver rings on it spaced evenly. Each with a different design. Sitting gently in plain view was that swords twin. It rested in a baldric on his back. The hilt over his left shoulder. Under the table but made visible as he turned to face the bar he had two daggers stashed in his boots, one per. Ornate but useful antler hilts resting near his knees.

One might wonder what would cause a five hundred year old elf to turn and look as you entered a tavern. Normally very little would interrupt his time with a drink. But this lass was different. He had felt her simply come into existence out side the very door, and he could feel the mark of a god on her. and that was always interesting. Ever so carefully this 5’8” elf rose to his feet and moved closer to her.

The large tribal tattoo on his face began to glow ever so faintly as he neared, and he concealed the wince of pain that went with it. a god had done more then just touch her it seemed. He arrived nearer to her as she spoke of hell. And with a wicked grin the elf spoke to her uninvited*

“No Hell is hot and filled with Sulpher. The soup is lukewarm at best and mostly filled with cheap vegetables, and yesterday’s meat specials from the butcher to make it seem heartier.”

With that said he set his ornate leather mug down on the bar and with out a word the barkeep moved to take it and refill it with something that smelled very potent. In the pause of silence that came when the bartender left and after his words insulting her meal, he took time to fix the high ponytail that was holding most of his violet locks out of his face. But not all. His bangs were not tucked back and fell in front on his face covering his left eye, but framing his right one. And with the deep emerald gem he looked her over gently, but not lustfully.
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Having heard the mans unasked comment about the food she grunted a bit and took yet another spoonful of the nasty looking soup. But his words kept echoing in her mind “Cheap vegetables…yesterday’s meat specials” Slowly pushing the bowl of soup away she looked over to her drink wondering if that was sanitary. Turning her head slightly she looked at the man seated next to her. Narrowing her eyes a bit she sensed he had a somewhat confused soul as if there were more than one. Sitting up straight she turned back and ate more of her soup.
“It tastes perfectly fine to me” Now that was a down right lie. Anyone can tell that just by looking at it this soup could even be poisonous.

She grabbed her hood and placed it over her head. ‘Who does this guy think he is?’ She looked back down at the bowl and swirled the food around ‘Come on Zosime you never trusted anyone before don’t you dare start now’ She took another spoonful, a piece of broccoli and put it in her mouth. ‘Jesus that’s gross’ Swallowing hard she quickly reached for her drink and took a large swig. Sighing and slouching a bit she turned and looked at the man this time really taking notice of his features.

He had strange violet hair. Never in her lifetime had she seen a human with this hair color. Taking a closer look she noticed his ears were pointed. ‘I didn’t know humans had ears like that’ Risking it a bit, she rested her eyes on every single one of his weapons that of course was in plain sight. This man looked to be some type of solider. Sensing a bit unease she placed her hand on “Apollymi’s” hilt. ‘Can never be too careful’. Zosime picked up her cup and took another sip. “What do you want?” She asked plainly. She doesn’t do well with strangers….especially if their males.

(Im sooooooooo sorry for taking forever! Its just I got caught up with college work and family issues. Im back and ill be writing more often. Most definitely on the weekends ive managed a few things out lol. And sorry if the post is lame. My rp skills suck lol but hey im trying right lol)

Subject: Re: Her Arrival... Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:03 am

She pushed the bowl away after a few moments to think about his words. She was smarter then she looked. Okay that is an unfair statement. She did not look unintelligent. Just easy. Lyo had known many girls in his time that were… less then prude, that were very intelligent. Course most of them seemed to enjoy the attention their shirt skirts and low cut barely concealing tops garnered them, this lass seemed annoyed when she was looked at like a piece of meat. Made him wonder what she thought was going to happen when she waltzed into a human filled tavern dressed like that.

“Then either you have been traveling far longer then you look like, or the exact cuisine where you hail from is what I would cal less then palatable”

He said it with a smile, as if he was used to insulting others heritage or cultures. Though to be honest in his long years, he had said FAR worse to others with a smile, an incident with a dragon would always ring clear in his mind of things NEVER to do again.

The Brunette pulled a hood up to hide her facial features, which was fine it gave him an excuse to look over her other assets, though when he did that there was no sneer of lustful thoughts. It was far more as if he was trying to size up her abilities just on a visual scan. Much like she did his eyes also paused over all of her visible weapons. He was not sure why any one would wear that many blades for a left-handed draw, but to each their own he guessed.

He saw her noting his ears and strange colored hair. Had she not met an elf before? Well even then that would not help most elves were born with fairly mundane hair colors, but the demon in him kept him from being ordinary. In many, many regards. Like the fact, two separate souls were divinely curse to his one body. His and the other. It had no name for it had no life before him. But both of them knew that ‘it’ was definitely not Lyo. That name belonged to the one of them that was born, not willed into creation.

Before his train of thought could continue, she asked him a very basic question. One to which however a million answers were now possible to give. Nevertheless he did not fire off any of the strange or trouble making questions that formed in the demons mind. He learned long ago that to voice those questions was just asking for a fight. So instead he left the statement he would make open ended enough to both offer that small level of profane he was known for with out flatly asking if she came with a price.

“Just looking for company, and I have found that one whom travels this world with steel at hand is one who can relate to another travel easiest.” His eyes darted to Apollymi where he hand rested “What is it you seek here?”
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