restless thoughts [o]

[emil]

[atrb=valign, top][atrb=width, 500px, btable][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #262626; color: #fefefe; padding: 20px;][STYLE=font-family: 'helvetica neue', 'arial', sans-serif; font-weight: 300; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.4em; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 0; border-top: #c7f464 4px solid; border-bottom: #c7f464 4px solid;]"Your majesty, are you sure you wish to stay?" The carriage driver spoke, his voice sounding worried from behind the small window that split him and Emil. There, Emil sat in the back with her elbow placed on the edge of the window, with her finger tips touching her own lips as her chin rest within her palm. She clothed in her normal attire, but her shoulders were draped by her royal cape. Simply placing it on her body to keep it warm after she had switched clothing. She had just return from an attempt to speak to the King of this world, in hopes that it may be able to support her own in times of need. However, the King was currently absent and her time was wasted. With the lack of a meeting, Emil believed it was best to continue on with her journey before returning home once more. As much as it was as a selfish request to simply get up and leave, but she knew her mother would understand once the news is brought to her. Well, once she does return home, she knew her mother would give her a good scolding. "Are you sure? What if the Kingdom falls-" "I have done what I can since my return, our kingdom is in stable condition and my absence won't effect it now. My hands are finally free, I refuse to lounge around while my sister could be possibly rotting away elsewhere. I will find her." Emil's voice cut in, allowing her arm to drop as her eyes turn to stare at her driver. Her eyes appeared restless and more dull then it should be, probably from the lack of sleep. The driver could clearly see that Emil needs rest, but it was not his place to speak against his King's action. Of course, the driver was also one of the many people who did not know Emil was really Emilia and hopefully, they never will. It was hard enough to keep her gender hidden from her whole Kingdom while being their King at the same time. The last thing she wanted to cause is a commotion about their own King lying to them. "Alright, I'm leaving." Emil exited the carriage herself, not wasting any time to wait for the driver to open the doors for her. Once out, she removed her cape and placed it in the carriage while reaching out for her sheathed sword. Ready to depart once more, the driver spoke up. "Wait, your majesty..." Emil blinked and turned her body, just in time to see the driver get off from his seat and handed Emil her scarf. It was neatly folded and appeared to be washed recently. "I-I know since your return back home you weren't able to wear this scarf often... I know how much you admired it, so... please... " The man smiled, gesturing Emil to take it before she finally did. "Thank you." Emil smiled back, unfolding the scarf before wrapping it around her neck. The driver bowed one last time towards Emil before taking the carriage and riding off. Emil was on her own again and her search for her brother continued. Brother... Wait for me. Emil thought as she turned on her heel, giving her scarf one final flick to have one end over her shoulder before walking towards the town's market place. Hopefully, someone there might have seen her brother.[/style]

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[STYLE=font-size: 9px;]BY RINNE OF BTN[/style]

[soulcyber]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #E34234 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]█ TAGS Felix, Emil, strangers abound █ WORDS 1,000 █ NOTES Hope you enjoy <3! [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #353535; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #B5B5B5; line-height: 11px; border-radius: 3px; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 85px; height: 85px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -20px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 55px; height: 55px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -10px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style] A certain red-head sellsword could be seen walking around the market on the planet known as Gradia, what he was looking for exactly not discernible. Indeed, from the looks of it he was simply going from stand to stand aimlessly, checking out what they had and talking to the customers. The things he spoke of seemed inconsequential but if the type of person he was looking for was around here then they’d catch the hints. For the discussions he would have with these strangers often involved risk and games that involved lots of it such as Texas Hold-Em or Omaha. Yes, what he wanted to do was get involved in a high-stakes gamble, he wanted to find anyone that might know where he could do so. Considering the place he was in, he imagined there had to be some sort of underground casino or something similar to that and if he flashed his money like an idiot someone might take the bait. At least he hoped as much, most of the gambling he did was on Port Royal where no one was a stranger to such things which made it easy to find a place. When it came to other worlds though, he wasn’t exactly sure what techniques to apply in attempt to flush out any sharks that might want a bite of his wallet. And after an unfortunate occurrence at Port Royal, the freelancer wasn’t exactly welcome at any tables he could find due to the rumors that had spread. I swear you win one big game and all of a sudden you’re a cheat even though they can’t prove it…

[/i] he began to muse, a smirk curving against his lips, Well it was true I cheated but considering the guys were cheating me the whole game I don’t see why they have any reason to complain. Oh well, just the way it is I suppose, maybe they’ll forget if I don’t show up around there for a few months,[/i] he finished mentally as he released a loud yawn. Grabbing the base of his neck, he stretched it out a bit as he continued making his way through all the people. Despite the fact that all he was doing was walking about and talking to people, this was rather tiring work and he was considering throwing in the towel at this point. As it would seem, no one around the marketplace that might be interested in big gambles was dumb enough to speak of it aloud, or at least not take the bait he put out. Furthermore, dealing with all the pickpockets that attempted to get to his money was also irritating, one passing him by as he held his wallet tightly. It was as that last pickpocket passed by though that the freelancer heard some fleeting words, words spoken so silently he hardly heard. His eyes widened at that and he quickly turned around to chase after the “pickpocket”, wanting to confirm if he heard that correctly.

”If you want to gamble that purse and your life just follow me” if I’m not mistaken,[/i] the freelancer mused as he gave chase past all the people, hardly keeping up with the target. It was a difficult thing to do after all, slipping past all these people and it wasn’t something he was trained for or rather experienced doing like the person he was chasing. After all, a pickpocket had to be able to slip past people otherwise they’d get caught quite easily after having lifted whatever they were aiming to steal. The red-head on the other hand wasn’t the type to steal and while he could slip past a punch and what have you, slipping past tons of people was a far more arduous task. Yet he was managing and when it seemed like he was about to get out of the clearing of people… he ran into someone. Indeed, he had been going rather quickly and hadn’t noticed the person until the last moment, crashing into them and knocking them down to the ground. Putting his hands out in front of him, he managed to stop himself from falling on said person as well as he gritted his teeth. It seemed like he had also butted heads with the person judging by the throbbing pain on his forehead, the red-head using his left hand to rub it gently. Shaking his head, he would lift it up to see where the target had gone... a target who was stunned for a moment looking at the person the freelancer bumped into. It didn't take long for the stranger to take off again and it seemed his speed had doubled after witnessing the crashing. Why that was the freelancer wasn't sure but whatever the case it did not please him very much.

Damn it I almost had him too! he shouted mentally, his left fist clenching tightly, Ugh and all because of this ass, I’m going to give him a piece of my mi-![/i] and before he could he stopped in his tracks. Indeed for when the red-head bothered to look down on the person he crashed into he saw a rather cute face and a petite figure. Bringing himself to a stand, he continued to rub his forehead as he extended his left hand toward the victim to help as he parted his lips to speak.

”Ah my apologies, I was chasing after someone and wasn’t exactly looking where I was going, I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly,” he started, his tone sincere as he winked and smiled at the victim, ”At any rate allow me to help you up and perhaps to make up for my blunder how bout I take you out to lunch? It’s about that time anyway and I had come across a few places that looked rather interesting so why not?” he asked, as he waited for the victim to take his hand and answer. Well that wasn’t entirely true, he was actually beginning to ponder something, something strange about this whole situation and about the victim that lay in front of him. Something seemed off, something was out of place, something just didn’t feel right about him hitting on the victim and attempting to charm said victim.

Can’t quite place my finger on it though… yet it seems incredibly obvious,[/i]

OOC – Hehe well I figured I’d hop in here and give you some company, hope you don’t mind. Not only that but since your character wants to hide their gender and all that I figured Felix’s misunderstandings could be amusing so let’s see where this goes x3!

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[emil]

[atrb=valign, top][atrb=width, 500px, btable][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #262626; color: #fefefe; padding: 20px;][STYLE=font-family: 'helvetica neue', 'arial', sans-serif; font-weight: 300; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.4em; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 0; border-top: #c7f464 4px solid; border-bottom: #c7f464 4px solid;]"Excuse me! Have you seen someone that looks like me?" Emil questioned a passerby, her eyes locked on a rather old lady who held a basket of fruits. It took a moment for the old woman to turn around and face Emil before giving a long hard stare. At first, Emil felt a little uncomfortable and almost uneasy to be stared at before letting out a light cough to snap her out of it. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I think I've fallen asleep just by staring at your pretty face. So young and charming for a young man." The old lady spoke with her voice shaking from time to time; the result of old age. Emil merely let out a nervous laugh before attempting to ask her questions again, until she felt like asking an elderly would soon test Emil's patients. However, just when she was about to turn and wave the woman off, something had collided into her and caused her to fall back. Causing the old lady who merely stood there chuckle and walked off, commenting "Ack!' Emil shouted, her head hitting the hard dirty ground below her before letting out a groan, only to groan again when her head ached even more from meeting someone's rather hard head. Oh, what luck she had. Hopefully, the throbbing pain wasn't going to bother her all day now. Whoever ran into me better say sorry... Her eyes opened and stared at the one who had fallen upon her. Red. That's what she noticed first from this person and was almost in awe on how pretty the hair color was. However, her mind snapped out of it when she felt the pain kick into her head once more and groaned. "H-Hm? Oh... T-thank you." Emil stuttered, not that use to people being so nice to her after what she had gone through on her journey. After all, she wasn't the kind that appeared to look like she could hurt a fly. "Huh? Lunch?" Emil blinked, taking the man's hand and helping herself off the ground before proceeding to dust off any dirt off her clothing. At first, the thought of lunch looked rather nice in her head, but she knew that she couldn't put off her search any further. "Your offer is rather nice, but I must be off-" Groooowl. Emil's stomach growled rather loudly, beckoning for some food to be eaten. Oh, that's right. Emil haven't eaten since she left her home and haven't eaten since because she expected lunch or dinner with the King of this country. Oh, my own body betrays me. She thought as she face palmed herself before peeking through her fingers to stare at the man before her. "W-Well... Um, only lunch, okay?" She finally let out, while a sigh passed her lips, finally giving in to the temptation of food. "Oh. My name is Emil, by the way! It's a pleasure to meet you, good sir." She smiled before placing a hand out for a hand shake..[/style]

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[STYLE=font-size: 9px;]BY RINNE OF BTN[/style]

[soulcyber]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 25px 10px 0px 0px;][STYLE=height: 80px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 54px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 40px; margin-left: -4px; overflow: hidden;]HE #1 FREELANCER[/style][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #E34234; text-align: justify; border-right: #E34234 10px solid; margin-left: -2px; margin-top: 2px;]Failure isn't even in my vocab![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #E34234 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]█ TAGS Felix, Emil, strangers abound █ WORDS A BUNCH █ NOTES Hope you enjoy <3! [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #353535; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #B5B5B5; line-height: 11px; border-radius: 3px; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 85px; height: 85px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -20px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 55px; height: 55px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -10px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style] And as the hand was extended toward the red-headed freelancer, his mind begun to put the pieces together and realize what was so odd about this person. Indeed, it took a moment and the shaking of hands only confused him further as he returned the offer for a handshake... was this person a guy or a girl? Yes, the freelancer was rather confused at the moment, not sure if the person he had just invited to lunch was one of the opposite sex or not. At a glance one might think as much but the lack of brea- more womanly traits did make the gender a bit harder to determine. Not only that but the voice wasn't all that girly or all that manly, that avenue of determining gender being closed off after the first few sentences. The name sounded a bit more girly but even that could be a guy's name, it was kind of like the name "Sam" or "Alex", very misleading. Lastly, the handshake itself was rather misleading for whilst the shake was very firm and stronger than most guys he shook hands with, it was as soft as silk. It be one thing if I were into dudes and I knew I was on a blind date with a guy,

[/i] he began to muse as he let out a mental sigh, But how does one steer the conversation when dealing with someone who's gender is ambiguous? Well I suppose if nothing else it's experience for if I ever find myself in this situation again... the one in a billion chance of that,[/i] he finished mentally although didn't allow his misgivings to show in his body language. Instead, he would grin at the person he had just invited to lunch, a toothy grin as he let out a light chuckle,

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Emil, I'm very glad you decided to take me up on my offer, eating lunch alone isn't nearly as fun," he started, attempting to get a conversation going as he began to proceed toward a nearby restaurant, motioning for he- hi- i-... that person to follow, "Food also seems to taste better when you have company to enjoy it with although that may be more opinion than fact," he continued as he stopped at a nearby cafe. Pulling out the chair for hi- he-... WHATEVER and helping them get seated (assuming they were receptive of the gesture), he would then take a seat across the table.

"Ah jeez where are my manners?" he started, shaking his head before scratching the back of his head nervously and grinning sheepishly, "I never gave you my name did I? My name is Felix Maximilian, the #1 Freelancer of Radiant Gardens whose services are known all around the universe! If you got a job that needs doing I'm the guy to call who won't disappoint as evidenced by my 99.99 percent rate of success! And that's normally the pitch I give people although if I was being modest it probably be more around 99.98 percent," he added, his tone sarcastic to show that he wasn't being all that serious about what he was saying or rather arrogant. He didn't want to come off as cocky after all (even if what he was saying was true), arrogance wasn't a very attractive trait when dealing with someone of the opp- sam-... something gender. Whatever the case, if it got a laugh out of he- hi- THAT PERSON, than it would be considered a job well done for the freelancer. Needless to say though, the two were here for lunch after all and as the red-head begun thinking about food it seemed to be the waiter's cue.

"Hmmm I'll take whatever the special is today," he stated, a curt nod from the waiter as he turned to Emil awaiting her order. As for Felix, he was still busy trying to deduce what gender this "Emil" belonged to, the mystery frustrating but intriguing him more by the second. In an effort to do that, keep the conversation flowing, and possibly find some work, his lips would part to speak once more.

"So mind if I ask what you were doing down here today? It's none of my business and if you'd rather keep it a secret that's fine but I figured I would ask in case my services could be used. They don't call me the #1 Freelancer of Radiant Gardens nothing y'know?"

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