Time for war. Semi-lit. Accepting

[iva wolf]

[Ahem, bump =3 ]

[~:Stitch:~]

Yah, got grounded for a week so will try to be sneaky...)

[~:Stitch:~]

(Greed, or Shay no X3, is a master troll when it comes to what he wants lol! XD)

~Greed Shay~

The challenge that was spoken from Samir's mouth was very very hard to deny. Shay was actually considering accepting the challenge. The stables were now very near, infront of the entrance to the kingdom. His hands gripped Midnight's riens as he prepared to get her from her gallop to a full on sprint. Then the faint, cheerful and exiting sounds of a festival hit his ears. His head turned towards the left side of their Uncle's kingdom, completly distracted from what he was originally doing.Shay pulled Midnight to a hault. His purple eyes sparkled in curiosity for a moment then went to their normal, emotionless gaze. "No, no racing." Shay said as he unmounted Midnight. He gently led Midnight to the stables where a stableman was waiting. Before the stableman could ask Shay anything or even speak, Shay held up his pointer finger to silence the man. "If there is any cost of leaving my horse here, my brother is paying. If I come back and anything is wrong with my horse, her and I will personally trample you." Shay passed the wide eyed man, handing Midnight's riens, then walked inside. Already Shay was observing the different shops. One store caught his attention. A large book store. Shay went over to it and casually walked in.

[~Soul of the Abyss~]

[quote="~Soul of the Abyss~"]

(( Haha. Sorry about the mess up. It was nine o'clock and I glanced at the wrong post. I changed it.
As for the font I used for Ivy's name, I don't see how it would be spam. I'll switch it just in case though. Better safe than sorry. ))

:~Ivy~:

As Azarel replied, Ivy gazed down on him gleefully. She knew her brother was quite the chatter box and was often amused at his lengthy explanations and answers. This ones one of the many reasons why she loved her brother. Curious, energetic, loyal, artistic, exuberant- Azarel complied many traits that where both similar and different to her own. Either way, Ivy found her more closely connected to her brother then any other member of her family.
Treating herself to another bite of apple, Ivy could not escape the wonder that filled Azarel's eyes. Memories of innocence and happiness suddenly flooded into her for a mer second before they retired to darkness where they laid. Ivy flashed her her head to the side, resisting herself from looking at her brother to clear her mind of what just happened. Despite her ability to manipulate time, Ivy despised being reminded of her past.
A single question turned Ivy's attention back upon Azarel. Her eyes meet his in a moment of silence, unsure how to respond. Ivy quickly regained her moral and assumed a leisurely position on a wall nearby.
"Not exactly," Ivy explained in melodic tone, "I'm just passing some time out of the castle." Ivy stepped back from the wall and leaned down closer to Azarel, reducing herself to his eyesight. A small chuckle exhaled from her lungs as she bore her eyes at him.
"Why do you ask?" she jeered.

(( What's with the vote? Does one of the characters have to die? Isn't it a little too early for that?
About the characters meeting, maybe some sort of disturbance should be in order to bring them together. I will let you guys come up with an idea for that if you agree with me. ))

[Speak]

Sorry I have to quit this RP, my life has become too stressful}}}

[Ariana Black]

[I don't know what to do.]

[iva wolf]

|| Samir ||

The small hope the lad had vanished when his brother refused his proposal with a stern look. So, he was going to pay for something like this after all. The sounds of the festival he had expected to find around here echoed in the distance, yet he did not pay them any mind for now. Samir had held to a stop next to his sibling, but kept his position, while Shay went over to converse with the stableman. Observing that person's expression carefully, for the few seconds the youngster was sure he wasn't looking, he made the shadow creature vanish in thin air. It was best not to keep it around anymore, for there was no use to it as of now. Once this was done, the sin walked over to the two, yet his twin instantly left.
"Ah, I see, so you're that chap's brother." the man said. He was tall, standing a bit higher than the boy, and had short wavy brown hair and an unshaven messy beard. The smell that came off him was strong and hinted towards his job as maintainer of the stable that was right next to an inn.
"Yes. How much does it cost for the horse and for a room?" he asked with his friendly smile.
"50 silvers a day if ya want it tha get the crappy food and 150 silvers if ya want tha best. It's 300 silver pieces a room." his new acquaintance told him with a sly dialect.
"450 silvers huh." Samir sighed with a grin. "Say, old man..." he began with his eyes hidden by the shadow of his fringe "What sort of bafoon do you take me for?" the young man spoke with a glare shining like sunlight on a smooth frozen surface. "That's robbery. The horse, we can take aside, but one bed's have ta cost a maximum of 200 pieces a night."
"Oi, I don't make the damn rules. If ya want cheap, go somewhere else. Or do ya want a fight here?"
"Show me to the owner of that inn and I'll see what I can do." he said with a grin of victory.
Of course, the win was in his grasp the moment the inn-keeper took the bait. When they met, Samir had put on the most polite face he had ever made, combined it with whit and manage to easily persuade the geezer who owned the place to play the Shell Game. And why would that person refuse? 600 silver pieces if he won, 150 pieces if he lost. The man was a worthless scum, with just a few teeth in his mouth that reeked of the slop he had had for breakfast. However, upon closer inspection, the inn itself was well kept, tidy and with fine comfortable quarters. It was a good thing to bargain for. Being the sin with the sharpest eyes, Envy did not lose once out of the three tries he had. Truth be told, he had to hold himself and bite his own tongue in order to not laugh triumphantly over the lowly beings who begged for a few more turns. Indeed, it brought the men at the festival, who offered this game, quite a few dimes, but it was the blue-eyed cat that won the big fish. In the end, the host had no other choice but to take the total of 300 silver pieces and be off. The lad had only played for the room, since there was no way he would harm the 'pride of his brother's horse', so to speak. At some point, he had wondered if it was even worth it to take a room at all, but past experiences told him that it was a good idea.
Once the business of paying was over, Samir turned his attention to his brother, who had dashed out of sigh. Finding him would be no easy task, since he liked to go from place to place, yet it was not going to be hard either, due to the fact that, regardless of the situation they were in, the two would always find each other. Like two opposite poles of a magnate, attracting each other with an unseen force. Shay was always better at finding, while Samir was better at hiding. They canceled each other's abilities out but also completed one another. It was an oddity he himself could not understand. Wondering where to start from first, the youngster heard a voice next to him.
"Older brother, that was so cool!" a child said next to him.
Looking down, the boy noticed that he was surrounded by three children. Their faces were familiar, as he had noticed them at the second Shell Game stand, where they had observed the play, after which they had followed him and the insignificant human to the next, where the man had finally accepted defeat when failing to win for the 24th time. The one who had spoken up was a little boy, perhaps around 7 years old, who had messy blond hair and shining amber eyes. Accompanying him were a girl, most likely his age, with curly brown hair, and a boy, who appeared one or two years older. All of them were looking at him with admiration and curiosity.
"You think?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Yah, that was amazing! I've only managed to guess once. How did you do it every time?"
"Practice makes perfect. Ask one of your friends to play with you constantly and you'll have eyes sharper than mine." he laughed.
"Ne, ne, older brother, are you a traveler?" the girl asked shyly.
"That is right. I came here with my brother. You festival is very lovely."
The child blushed and and looked away. She had sparkling green eyes and was wearing a brown dress with red buttons. In her hair was tied a black headband with red flower decorations. Using one of her hands to hold the other behind her back, she took a moment to calm herself down and then spoke again:
"Um, would you...would you like to come with us to the sweets stand?"
"Hey, hey, hey, isn't it a hassle? The guy probably has his own business to attend to." said the older boy, who eyed the stranger carefully.
"It would be my pleasure." the blue-eyed told her.
"Then lets go!"
The party set off towards their destination. As they walked towards it, Samir had a friendly chat with the children who lead him. They were childish, talking about their own adventures and the wonders of the town. The festival, through which they walked, was burning with life and action. People were dressed as different spirits and animals. Different stands stood on each side of the road. Some were packed with meat, others with fruit. There were those, which glimmered with jewels and necklaces, whilst others sold marvelous dresses of every colour and pattern. The streets were not too narrow, but not too wide. Above the heads of the townspeople, banners were swayed by the wind and flower petals danced on the current. Both laughter and groans filled the atmosphere, as people told jokes and lost at games. Pick-pockets were not a rare sight to see as well and every now and then a person would shout "Thief! Thief!" The guards would rush to the scene and after the criminal, yet no one could see how the story ended, since the mass of people kept on moving and you had to as well if you didn't want to get trampled on.
Following the road, the group saw many different individuals and stopped a few times to observe their play. There were women who walked on tight ropes between buildings. Magicians who made pigeons from handkerchiefs. Beast tamers who made their pets do various tricks. Fire-breathers. Jugglers. Clowns. So many and all in one place. The older boy told Samir that these large groups of performers were only here temporarily and wouldn't stay until the end of the festival. Rather, they would migrate to the capital, the town by castle Corde Puro, where the grand finale of the Spring festivals would be held. It slightly pained the young man that he would not be able to see this colourful ending. No doubt it would be an astonishing sight, with fireworks shooting up into the air, exploding into white flames that would shine brighter than stars. Neither he, nor his brother, nor any of his siblings would be able to see that, for the capital was well guarded and a sin would be detected the moment it stepped on foot into the town's grounds.
"Look, there it is!" the blond-haired boy told him as he pointed with his finger. " It's the best sweets stand in the whole town! We're going to buy fortune cookies. It's like a biscuit, only it has a small sheet of paper with a fortune inside."
"Oh, that sounds interesting. Lets find out our futures then." he told him cheerfully.
Having kids as company was not bothersome to him at all. They were very interesting to watch. Adults often say that children are easy to fool. However, Samir, who was the master of masks, found that the adults themselves were easier to make fools of, rather than children. Grown-ups had a good shield of defense, being careful and doubting strangers, but use the exact words and you could break that shield as easily as shattering a mirror. Children, however, had a good sense of who is lying and who is not. True, they believed fairy-tales and bizarre stories, yet when you wanted to lie to their face about something real, it was a hard task not to be seen. Thus the youngster always kept a smile and cheerful face when around children. It would grant them their trust and when younger members of society were seen happily talking to someone, the older got a good impression and had less doubts about where he came from and his identity.
As they stopped at the stand, Samir got a felling, a familiar one he knew quite well. He turned his head and saw that Shay was in one of the shops, looking and buying. His twin was doing things on his own accord, as always. The blue-eyed boy did not know how many shops he had been to already, but he prayed that they weren't a lot, since that would mean his brother would drag him back to each and every one he had been so far, in order to tell him what to pay for. Turning away from him for a second, he looked at the sellsman, but before he could, the eldest child of the three spoke.
"We'll be buying three fortune cookies and a honey apple bread."
"Alrighty. That will be 45 coppers."
When he reached down his pocket, the dark brown-haired boy took out the money, but only counted 33 coppers. It was obviously not enough. He was left standing there speechless, while his two friends looked at him in questioning.
"W-Well, only take the bread then." he said.
"What? I want a cookie! I want one! I want one!" protested the blond-haired child.
"Quit it. We spent some of the money when we got apples before. We said we'd by the bread, so we can't-"
"Four fortune cookies, please." Samir interrupted the loud answer. "20 coppers, right? The children will pick them out, so here you go."
"Fine, fine. Make sure your siblings don't cause a racket while doing so." the sellsperson told him as he took the money from both the hands offered.
The girl took the bag with the bread and went to join the little group in front of the fortune cookies.
"What should we pick then~? They all look the same, but who knows what's inside! What do you want, older bro?" asked the cheerful little lad.
"Hmmm, health, probably." the young man said
"Hehe, I want a horse or a house."
"It's not that kind of fortune, idiot." the older child commented.
"Don't call me an idiot, you idiot!"
"Keep it down and just take one." Samir sighed, tired, but still smiling.
Each one of them took a cookie, cracked it open and got a piece of paper from inside, just like the blond-haired boy had previously explained. Unrolling it, Samir read:

"Don't listen to family, look where they got you"

'.....is someone mocking me?' he thought as he held it in his hand.
The blond-haired boy seemed equally confused, while the two other children seemed more contempt with what they had.
" 'If you feel you are right, stand firmly by your conviction.' it says. Well, I'm confident enough. What did you guys get?" the eldest one of the three kids asked.
"Mine says: ' Being alone and being lonely are two different things.' " the girl said shyly.
"Indeed, that is right. It's a very good fortune. Think it through and remember it well." Samir told her, to which she blushed again.
"What did you get?"
"...'You will be hungry again in one hour.' "
Dead silence followed after the blond-haired boy read his fortune, after which they began laughing.

[Will post for Azarel later.]

[By the way, that fortune thing with Samir ACTUALLY HAPPENED. I was thinking of him one day and opened a fortune cookie on the internet and it said exactly that. I couldn't help but laugh at how accurate it was ]

[lynettetan1]

Eureyla spoke swiftly, bowing respectfully to Lust. "Greed has asked you and Sloth to both go into town and get souls." At Rylan's words she shook her head, she and Sloth had already eaten, but she figured Delilah hadn't eaten so she didnt say anything.

As Wrath appeared, Eureyla thought over her question, and cast a glance at Sloth. She then shook her head, implying that Sloth had no clue, not that that was rare or anything. She looked at the other two sins as she backed away to stand behind Sloth, showing her respect. She often talked for Sloth, seeing as the sin could never really be bothered.

Makani...? The person who plays Rylan isn't on anymore, so do we continue, or... )

[Ariana Black]

[Wait so they quit or just made it so no one knows when they log in?]

[iva wolf]

[ Gosh, it kills me to see how much I've written -_-" I did that one hour before going to school. Figures. The muse always comes when I have little time XD ]

[Wait, so Tainted is quitting? I was thinking of finally using Vega to go to their little group, but what do you guys intend to do with Lust and Sloth? ]

(( What's with the vote? Does one of the characters have to die? Isn't it a little too early for that?
About the characters meeting, maybe some sort of disturbance should be in order to bring them together. I will let you guys come up with an idea for that if you agree with me. ))

[Well, it doesn't necessarily mean that it will happen on the instant. I believe that we have a bit more to do in 'the calm before the storm' before the first encounter ^^ Besides....so far Samir....the poor thing. I love him so, but why does he also look like the most probable tool for a tragedy scene....it says 'almost die' so there's no way he, or anybody else, is dying...yet. I mean, it's truly way too early for an actual death. A near death experience, maybe. ]

[As for how we'll get Azarel and Ivy to the sins at the town near the border, well, how about Ivy just suddenly decides on a whim to go to that festival and tries to persuade Azarel to use his power to get them there. He wouldn't know if it will work, since he'll have to use his voice. The first few times, it wouldn't work, but she would encourage him and he would manage in the end. His power of 'voice' will manipulate the wind to carry them there.]

|| Azarel ||

The ten-year-old boy watched his sister, his two mismatched eyes like calm pools, perfectly reflecting her image as she leaned down to his level. He had to back up a bit, since their faces were a bit too close for his comfort, but smiled back at her. Ivy was always cheerful and fun to be around with. Although he didn't like it when she made their mother worry, the child was fond of his sibling and always said a word or two in defense for her, as much as a person his age could, at least. It was strange to him how people murmured about her not being a virtue or how unbefitting she acted, since he didn't see anything strange in his older sister. Perhaps his 'pure' view of her was because he believed that the act of stealing she had done more than a few times was only borrowing without permission and not truly taking without regard in order to keep a said item for themselves. This belief of his was based on the fact that the girl in front of him was a holy being, just like himself, and could not possibly mean such harm, which in turn lead to his frequent demands for her innocence. However, Ivy's cases were the hardest he had ever seen in the short life he had had. There was enough evidence that she was the culprit every single time and she couldn't come up with good excuses, none that gave enough reason for forgiveness. Thus Azarel could not say much when regarding a frame against her, yet continued trying every time.
"No reason." he told her with the same melodic voice, folding his eyes and making a smile. "Sister Ivy is always out somewhere. Mother says I can't go along, but she doesn't tell me where you go either. Moreover, I'm not allowed to go out of the castle as often as you, which I think is because I'm still young, yet the maids have said you've been...um....'shown the door' when you were even younger than me." the small pause the lad had made was due to the fact that he could not exactly remember what they had said. It was indeed what he recalled afterwards, but the three words were spoken out in a questionable way, signalling that he did not know their exact meaning. "So I think it's a bit unfair if you were allowed outside when you were younger and I'm not." he said that stubbornly, but continued more cheerfully " Say, sister, I heard there's going to be a festival in a few days. I was sick last year and couldn't go. What do you suppose it will be like this year? Will we watch them coming from high up together?"