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Post by xiahtic on Feb 21, 2013 0:31:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa opened her eyes to blaring sunlight, squinting at the open window before rising from her bed, a few stretches here and there woke up her sleepy demeanor. She blinked sleep away from her eyes and looked around, hoping to see her young savior yet frowning when he was nowhere to be found. "Zidane?" She called out, wondering where he went. The white mage thought at once that maybe he had left her, or he had been tired to continue following their plans, but once she saw his garments on his bed, and that dagger he owned, her restless heart calmed down. Although still a bit curious, she shrugged it away and turned to the costumes draped on one of the chairs, a small smile tugging on her lips. "Okay, let's do this." With a determined look, she began taking off her bodice, taking off each silken piece one by one, although a bit hurried since she know anyone might barge in at any moment. Once she successfully undressed, she looked at the outrageous noble wear, and started to slip it on. "My, how do those ladies walk in these garments?" She asked, as the bodice weighed her down, the skirt still on her bed yet the clothes already felt like it weighed a ton, "I do hope we wouldn't have to climb places in these." Rosa murmured, finishing her attire and sitting down on her bed, waiting for Zidane to return. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 18:57:07 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Scoffed as he pulled up his outfit. He adjusted his jabot and silk tie with his dextrous fingers. He honestly could not see what was so great walking around in these sort of cloths all the time. They were tight and difficult to move in. That and they were unsuited to people with tails! He reached behind him and adjusted he hem of the pants so he could comfortably pull his tail over the band. By the end of his his arse would be numb! After carefully brushing his hair back with his hands and tying his long hair with his bow he would look at himself in the mirror. He was no noble, but he would make damn sure he looked the part. After adjusting a few final parts of his outfit he made his way back down the hall. He sniffed under his arm and huffed. He cleaned up well, but he was unused to the smell of these colognes Nobles always found so fitting to bathe in. He had only dabbed a bit on and it still was way too much. He blanched at the lingering scent in his nose. He arrived at the room door and pushed it open. There Zidane stood a moment in the surcoat and frills, only to spot Rosa. Oh, he forgot she was in the room. " Oh, sorry," He chuckled and rubbed the back of his had. " But it looks good on you, Ruby would be jealous." He chuckled as he made his way to the beds to pick up his gloves and weapons. He carefully pulled his gloves on and snugged his cuffs. He tied his belts around his wait and snugged his holster under his surcoat. He turned to Rosa with a grin. " So ready?...Milady?" He chuckled and bowed. " We'll talk about the details on the way to the district, alright?" "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 23, 2013 0:26:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa looked up from her perch on the bed, smiling as she noticed Zidane's garments. The boy scrubbed up good, trading his normal tunic for noblewear even if the clothes look rather stifling; he looked better than the pigs they saw at the cafe "I say! Much better than anyone I've seen so far!"The young mage exclaimed, standing up and pulling away creases from her dress herself. Although the material was pretty big and it made movement restricted, she had thought of it as rather beautiful as long as she didn't have to wear it for a long period of time. She smiled and took Zidane's arm, letting him lead her out of the room and down the inn, noticing some of the patrons looking at them in utter disbelief, their spoons halfway to their mouths, inducing a giggle from the baroness, "Well, this is rather fun, isn't it?" The girl thought of everything that had been happening a good turn from her daily life. And as they walked out of the inn, she pulled her head closer to his, muttering softly, "So...what do you think we should do?"Rosa wondered what the boy had in mind, knowing that if there was a plan, he would be the only one suitable to formulate it. She didn't know the ins and outs of the auction house, she can only offer her magic and the set of weapons hidden underneath her skirts. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 18:17:36 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
Zidane blushed a bit when Rosa tok his arm into hers. This was a rather intimate position he was unused to with others. He scratched at his cheek shyly and chuckled. The compliment was a bit more than he was expecting. He was unconfident in himself in many ways, but was glad he cleaned up well. Maybe he would not be an embarrassment in the presence of greater adversity? She seemed quite enthusiastic about everything. He was really a rogue. To tempt such fine ladies into the criminal life! Ah he really should stop that....
His gloved hand came over his face in exasperation. Man he felt really out of place. As they walked through Treno and made their way to the Auction House they became the target for many eyes. Zidane turned his eyes to the ground for a moment. He was sure they would get caught, but that was half the fun he supposed. He always walked with his head held high. He had to keep a brave face. When they arrived at the Auction House, many seemed to be gathering. Nobles in their private cliques, gossiping about the others just a few feet from them. It was a real cesspool. Not even the thugs would want to risk pickpocketing such a rowdy group, and who could blame them?! They were vultures circling a carcass.
Of course he had a plan, it was not brilliant but it worked. He leaned in to whisper into Rosa's ear, as if joining in the bounty of gossip that burned ears red. "We need to distract them to get in." He motioned to the side entrance watched by a guard. They needed him to move. The boy fluttered his fingers through the air as his soft words brushed over the shell of the baroness' ear. "Let's put your inner actress to the test. On my cue, give a good loud scream....
[/i]" Zidaen's whispers came to an end when he raised his head and bumped back into a noble that stood nearby. He had looked as if he tripped, or even had been pushed, but it was but a ploy. He grunted and looked to his right, the direction from whence they came, across the path from the Card Stadium. The Noble Thief pointed out and furrowed his brows. " Thief!!!" He patted Rosa's back. With a distracted crowd and worried guards they could slip into the door with ease. Zidane skulked his way toward the door. Quick fingers snaked through his hair and pulled out a bobby pin which he pushed into the lock. It was a trained motion. The boy only took a second or two to slip the tumble of the lock. It looked as if he simply turned the doorknob, at least to a sharp eye, it took a trained eye to properly detect his sneakier motions. He reached up to adjust his hair and retie his silk ribbon. He would wait for Rosa to play her role in their little First Act.[/left] [/div] "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/center] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 1, 2013 6:42:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); -o-transform: rotate(-40deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv2lGHp_78zUQwndCmNnVfMuMU1QdCYnPdR4gpKrUjnLbL8tL4); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]Who will heal you?[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]If I don't come along...[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Treno was just as she remembered it when she first came through, the night sky was still present, and it struck her as strange. Although the beauty of the city still managed to leave her in awe, the idea of the corruption and abominable practices of the town still disgusted her. She held her head high as she accompanied Zidane throughout the town, going their way to the auction house and making their way through a bunch of nobles. The people there turned to them and raised an eyebrow at the pair, earning a scowl from the baroness. She simpered back at them and giggled at their scandalized faced before going inside, watching the auction unfold. It was then when Zidane mentioned his plan, her lips pulling up into a smile as she nodded and waited for his signal. She watched the different items being auctioned and almost laughed at some. Ridiculous items; a famous actor's underwear? A chocobo costume? Well one of them was a bejeweled crown, now that she could understand, but those before it? Rosa was beginning to doubt the credibility of the auction house when Zidane nudged her and began to mobilize their plan. And at that moment, the white mage let out a bloodcurdling scream. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 9:41:47 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Treno; Auction House ❦
What a scream! Ruby would certainly be proud~! The young thief was feeling the thrill again. Such elegant revival of the damsel in distress. For how long has he seen this trait washed away by adventure!? His face was quite serious, nearly a match for the nobles about. The boy's expression had clearly directed the eyes of the crowd and many scattered to save their purses while guards rushed to duty. With Zidane at the side door, now completely unguarded and unlocked, he slipped in, a tail motioning for Rosa to follow suit. His motions were quick and silent.
The young man found himself in a familiar hall. The shouts and complaints of thieves could still be heard through the walls. The hall was lined with red carpet. Marble, doric columns ran down the mansion hall with lit candles at every other gap between the decorative columns, which were likely worth more than what the thief wished to steal. He scoffed at the thought. He took a few steps forward, the tail of his surcoat fluttered as he took rushed steps toward his lofty goal. His heart thundered in his chest as he moved forward. The arched were designed to provide the greatest amount of light, even in Treno's perpetual darkness. The great mountains that protected it, also denied it the warmth of the evening sun as night started early in the mountain nestled city.
Monument to Lord King's riches were abundant in the forms of rare statues that mimicked many of the beasts Lord Knight kept as entertainment. Fine Griffon statues were mounted on pedestals, a peculiar Amdusias figure in rearing position, and beady-eyed Catoblepas stood in monstrous height at either end of what appeared to be steps. Curiously enough the Catoblepas statues looked off in opposite directions from the stairs. It was some old wive's tale that if a Catoblepas looked you down with his eye, they could petrify you, but if you convince one to look down on your enemy you would be saved. The steps led up to Lord King's private quarters, most likely, but that was not the thief's goal. His azure eyes darted around until it came upon the familiar marking of an unspoken passage. His hand nervously reached into his coat, gripping at his holster to reassure himself of its presence.
He was lost to his goal. For a moment he had nearly forgotten Rosa's plight, but a recollection of her downtrodden expression brought him back to his senses. His hand would release the holster before he moved toward what appeared to be a misplaced Behemoth statue. the gargantuan, nearly life-sized sculpture sat under a magnanimous self portrait of Lord King himself. Zidane had noticed the number of self-portraits about the walls. The mask he wore-- Lord King was a creepy bastard he hoped he would never meet. The young man made his way around the behemoth statue and smirked when he spotted the half-hidden trapdoor that led to the castle's basement.
He would peer around the statue and wait for Rosa. He hoped she was a quick study. Well if she got caught he could always use that as a distraction and break her out later. The guards would not be off their posts for long and the nobles would soon be back to bidding their lives away at some useless effigies that they believe make them happy. He pushed his hands into his pocket and turned harshly from his thoughts as he pressed his back to the Behemoth statue. His tail curled around the metal handle for the trap door and played with it aimlessly as he thought.
It was not long ago that he used this place to his advantage. He got caught up in the moment and bid on items he rightly should not have bought with gil that was not his. He did so without the knowledge of the party and always seemed to return with interesting goods. He could not do that to them, to her. The rarer items he sold off to nobles for a profit and paid back every gil in kind, plus more for the sake of the party. It was probably one of the first times he acted selflessly for others who were not in Tantalus.... in terms of gil anyway. Even now, as much as he was tempted to ditch Rosa and get what he wanted from here.... he could not.
He rubbed shyly at his head and smirked. "Shit my chivalrous ways are gunna be the end of me someday..." He mused.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 1, 2013 10:14:35 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Rosa didn't wait for a signal; she knew the guards would get to her and start their questions and she didn't let them go at it. She slipped passed the bewildered nobles, their ridiculous dresses managing to hide the petite lady's form, as well as her magnificent dress which seemed ordinary amongst the other nobles. She caught up with Zidane just as he was motioning with his tale, and together, they traversed deeper into the house. The building didn't lack for glamour, that's for sure. The Young White mage let out a small sigh of wonder at the many strange statues she saw along the way. There are a lot of depictions and beasts, and paintings of various slaughter which she turned away from as it made her stomach churn. She quietly followed the boy, taking care to lift her skirts quite a bit to allow her to move faster, as the material was too heavy for her tastes. They reached the deeper part of the auction house, and the treasures looked more valuable still. A knowing smile grazed her lips as she noticed him linger a bit longer among the things of higher value, but she didn't dare make a remark, not yet. "Hey Zidane, where do you think the gem is hidden?" Rosa asked, still following him and hiding with him, keeping a wary ear for any approaching footsteps. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 11:12:53 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Zidane motioned his hand and pulled his tail to lift up the trap door. Though he did not look physically capable, the young man was rather strong. He could easily pull up his own weight by his tail. He stepped back with a smirk as the carpet was pulled back. he motioned to the Catoblepas statues.
"Usually the statues are supposed to be a deterrent to anyone intrudin'. Catoblepas are capable of turning you into stone." He shrugged and pulled open the trap door completely as he excused his hindsight knowledge. He knew this was there, simply because he had found it once before. There seemed to be a ladder leading down. "I was never one for superstitious really. Ya make yer own destiny, right?" At least that was he believed in.
The young man settled down on the edge of the trap door and looked up to Rosa. He smirked and pointed down. It was pretty dark, there was no way of telling what was down there, unless one had prior knowledge, but the thief was not about to divulge that. A smooth lie drew itself in his mind before it was written out by his tongue.
"Ah, it's pretty common to keep valuables in vaults in the basement. But gotta take care not to trip any traps possibly set up to stop thieves and other intruders. It's not uncommon for monsters to burrow in these sorts of places, start breeding." Seeing as Treno was settled on a mountain and surrounded by water, it was not uncalled for to assume that more water bound creatures or burrowers would find a nice, damp basement a friendly home.
He gave her a thumbs up and wink. the boy dropped down, not bothering with the ladder. He knew how deep it was. It was a moment after, but there was the clap of his boots at the bottom, indicating he landed on his feet and not a collapsed heap from a long fall. Below Zidane was met with the darkness. He was prepared for this. He remembered how he stumbled around down here. He reached into his satchel, hidden beneath his surcoat and pulled out a flint match and striker. He struck his match with the striker and looked around as a dim light filled his immediate area. From above it was likely the light could be seen flickering.
He marched around until he was able to locate the wall lanterns and he proceeded to light them up. The entire room was constructed of dark stone, blackened with age and moisture. The room itself was sparely decorated. A chair, where a guard likely sat during his hours when the auction was not going on, and a table where he ate. To work in such a place, it was rather dreary. From the walls hung the questionable chains used for those unlucky enough to be caught in criminal actions. There were also very foul looking tools which were used to punish said intruders. After he lit the flames he set away his flint and strike. He rubbed his wrists nervously at the memory. He was only held for a short time that once, but it was still a strong disgust for such unnecessary imprisonment. The sound of trickling water dripped in the distance. A small chute of water washed through a black-stone aquifer. He could see some green mold growing along the edges and Frogs huddled under the mushrooms, sound asleep. Their soft croaks barely cracked over the sound of the water.
The thief looked to the end of the room where their goal sat. It was a large wooden door. It stood over 300cm tall and 150cm wide. It was a like the gate of a Bastion in Lindblum. Man this old fart was paranoid. There was a complex chain and lever mechanism that appeared to be the door's lock. That was new... Seems he learned that locks were way too east to pick. He continued to examine the area. Triggering any traps now that they had gotten so far would be foolish.
"Seems safe!" The thief called out. Now it was not a problem to should. No one heard the screams that came from the make-shift torture and treasure room... How else would the Lord King sleep at night?
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 4, 2013 5:11:07 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] She listened to Zidane's explanation about the statues. It made her shiver, to think that those creatures existed, it made her almost think of the Cockatrice as a harmless pet. She followed Zidane to the end of the hallway, stopping at the edge of the sheer drop. The boy jumped forward, landing on his feet as Rosa knelt and peered over the edge, squinting to see if Zidane was okay. "Oh alright."Rosa called back after Zidane made an affirmation about the safety of the drop, getting ready to go down as well. She didn't know how she would do it, but just as she was going to jump, her dress got snagged onto one of the statues, making her fall, headfirst into the sheer drop. "Zidane!"She was falling, not knowing how long it was but she managed to turn and work her magic, casting Float she felt the air start to cushion around her, leaving her hovering on her back a few feet above the ground, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips. "That was close..." She breathed, uprighting herself and tearing the dress away, leaving her in her silken garb underneath, "I can't imagine how those nobles can walk in these dresses! They are so impractical!" She huffed, shaking her golden tresses away from her face, "Let's press on."The drop might have shaken the baroness, but her heart for adventure remained, she was almost giddy with excitement as she waited for Zidane to lead the way, her weapons ready in case of a sudden attack. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be.[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 17:35:39 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Treno; Lord King's Dungeon ❦
Zidane had gone on ahead to examine the door, but the suddenness of Rosa's shout caused him to jump in surprise. The quick footed thief rushed back toward the tunnel. Damn, how insensitive! He let his treasure hunting get the better of him! He stumbled his way back toward the drop, arms extended, but before Rosa was able to hit the floor she began to float down. The boy's face twisted up as his arms pulled back. Oh, that was right! She was a mage! Zidane pulled out a laugh and rubbed the back of his head. Damn! That scared him.... He chuckled and shook his hand out, loosening his wrists. He had tensed up when he heard her shout.
"Don't... scare me like that. You okay?" He was partially to blame for not staying at the bottom of the ladder like a gentleman. Ah... He rubbed the back of his head, bothered by his distraction. He could not slip up like that again.
He turned to walk back toward the door's mechanism. His arms crossed over his chest. This was what they needed to figure out. From what he had examined there were no traps, and that was a troubling prospect in itself. Was there nothing here worth protecting, or was there something worse protecting it? He reached out as he stepped forward and lightly brushed his gloved fingertips against the wood of the massive door. When he was confident nothing would suddenly explode... he pushed his whole palm on the surface. The door was not warm, so there was no fire trap on it, nor did he get that bristly fur-raising sensation that magic had.
He looked up to the chain that led over to the mechanism and led toward the pulley system. It was a two-man system. Was that the trick? Normally it was too risky for two people to come down on a heist, would draw way too much attention! Was it? Well... there was one way to find out! He held out his arms and dramatically inspected the door. He turend around to face Rosa and waved his hand.
"You grab that end and pull the lever when I pull up this latch." He turned around and rolled his shoulders as he approached the jack switch. When held up it let the chains be unfurled.
He would push up the mechanism to allow Rosa to undo the pulley. He seemed to strain a moment, but was able to do it more with ease. It was a good thing he did not come down here again on his own. He was sure to be shit out of luck at this point.
When the system was pulled to release the doors chains water would rush through the aquifer, it seemed to use it as a system to open the door, making it much harder to simply "break the chains" The rush of water was swallowed down by the drains and the gate slammed up to reveal the vaults. Mountains of crates, some partially open and revealing dredges of treasure from Crystal knew where on Gaia. It was like looking into a castle's Treasury. Spoils from various countries lay at rest and unique items only found on the now, seemingly, uninhabited continents of the planet.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 6, 2013 1:55:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] Who will heal you?
If I don't come along...
"Yes I'm fine!" The excited giggle that left the mage's lips afterwards told just how exhilarating the experience was for her. Muttering a quick Dispel her floating self touched down to the ground, giving her a moment to smooth out her silken garbs.
Zidane was examining some sort of door with a mechanical contraption, and Rosa thought that it might be a little similar to the hiding places of the crystals inside a specific castle's throne room. The door was intricate, giving out the fact that there must have been something valuable inside them. She looked around, noticing chains going around it onto some sort of a lever, going to it even before Zidane mentioned his command.
She took hold of the lever and pulled, just as the same time Zidane pushed the switch and they each heard a slow grumbling sound as the door opened to reveal whichever was inside. The slight brightness made Rosa blink a few times to adjust her vision but what she saw made her mouth go slack. Hundreds of crates filled the room, most of them containing treasures that might even rival those of Baron's vaults. She moved inside, carefully, and looked into the crates, sensing if her crystal was there. It's very very close, but where could it be?
"It's here Zidane!" She exclaimed, sighing gratefully as she replaced her bow and arrows, "It's somewhere at the back." Leading the boy, she closed her eyes and walked towards the farther back of the room, onto a seemingly ordinary pedestal, where her eyes teared up at the sight of her shard.
There it was, her crystal, about the size of a small baseball, just enough to fit onto her palm. It was still enclosed in its mythril brooch, the light shining silently made her feel waves of power returning to her, and she knew that, she could definitely go home.
"Let's take it and get back?" She asked, looking over at the professional thief to see if he could sense something amiss. If they just took it, won't there be traps and all? But since the place wasn't as heavily guarded, it wouldn't surprise Rosa if it was that simple.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 3:44:49 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Stepped into the vault behind Rosa after he made sure he lock would not suddenly snap closed behind them. He unbuttoned his surcoat and laid it over one of the crates. He too was in awe of this place. Though it had not been the first time he was here, it had much expanded in his time gone. Did he perhaps benefit from the looting through the war? It pissed him off to think this was the case. He loosened his jabot and ribbon, feeling chocked in his clothing. How did nobles wear this shit? His hand came up to scratch the back of his head as he looked around. She seemed to rush ahead, able to sense her precious gem. Zidane was more concerned with his prize... Did that shitty noble move it? it used to be around here... He settled his hands on his hip as he came up to Rosa from behind.
Behind him his tail swayed, its shadows dancing with the flickering candlelights nearer the main entrance. The deeper in they got the darker it was. He reached into his pouch, now visible with his surcoat off, to grab his strike and flint. He struck his flint to light it, but as he did a shadow crept along the walls with the sudden burst of light in he small area. his hand came over the small fire as his tail danced. He was pretty tempted to pinch what it was he needed, but Rosa was here. She was a good girl and was highly unlikely to let him grab what he pleased, so what better a thing to do than to make up a lie quick?
"Actually... I have a confession." He turned his head away, looking annoyed. It seemed he had also lost something to this noble. He had a bitter look very unlike him.
In truth he hated losing. It was the reason he was still in this shitty position. A rookie again in Tantalus, running around following lame orders. He was not granted the freedom like he used to have. he could not go too far from where they were holding down, heck even doing this might get him in trouble, but if it meant leaving his mark in this place before it was swallowed by the waters, or even worse swallowed by time... he wanted to be remembered as someone, before he died.
"I also lost something here a long time ago... and ruined the life of a friend because of it." Sure back then he was nothing but a stranger and an obstacle in the past. Even now he really did not regret it, but there was no wrong in making it right again, right? He lost his chance to steal that item. "It was an old Crystal Griffon Statue...belonged to my dad." He turned his back to her to walk toward the candelabra, that way his face did not falter with his lie.
He knew that he would be unable to lie too her too deeply. It was not in his nature to get ladies into any sort of trouble. He was pretty wretched of a thief in that way, but he had to pull his every drop of training as an actor and pour it into this moment. He drew from his memories of the fables and tales from the less popular plays in Gaia. Growing up he had the chance to read so many during his travels to new countries and, recently, new continents. Libraries of vast knowledge were a treasure not neglected.
He moved in to light the candles. The wicks seemed pretty thick. New candles? He twisted his thumb and index finger on the wick to rub off the excess wax and make it easier to light. He moved his hand with the lit flint to the side. The shadows beautifully played with the crates and piles of treasure. The sudden flutters seemed spooky. In the distance the light reflected a pair of rubies, and on another the kaleidoscope of colors from a crystal. The rich did not appreciate the the beauty of the things they owned.
Zidane did not turn back to face Rosa, and simply stared at the dancing fire of the now lie candles. "I had been here once before, looking to get it back." His lies and truth blurred together in an indistinguishable mix of duty and pride. "I can't look my pop in the face otherwise..." His head hung as he looked off to the side. He could not go back without this. He would be breaking the main rule of the troupe again. "I mean you have your gem... you can go home now right?" He smirked. The crystal Griffon had to be here somewhere. He would find it. Alone if he had to.
Suddenly a cracking noise sounded and spread across the vault. A frightening rattling noise followed the snap, lastly by a clatter and deafening slam.
The bastion gate had slammed closed.... the chain had broken, though it had seemed to be eaten away as something looked to have bore into it over time. I was likely age given the battered condition of the chains from the water damage.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 11, 2013 4:19:24 GMT -5
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If I don't come along...
Rosa had been reaching for the crystal when the boy spoke, her ministrations pausing to look at him. 'Actually, I have a confession.' His words put a small frown on his face. A confession? Is he going to tell her what his real profession is?
Sure, he's a good actor but the way he worked around these vaults told her that he had been doing this for a couple of times, maybe not on the same places, but still stealing all the same. Her gaze softened, walking towards him and looking at his haunted expression, deciding to hold her tongue and hear him speak first.
The confession was unlike what she expected and she couldn't help but chew on her lip with the guilt that she had accused the man of being what she thought he was. Be damned that barmaid, this boy is no thief; he is only taking what is rightfully his. She faltered for a moment to reach for her crystal once more, the light making her hand glow as she enclosed her dainty fingers around his, the brightness making her face gleam in sheer delight. She looked back at Zidane with a smile, although it quickly receded at the tone of his voice. He said since she had the crystal, she could go home, which is actually very true. However, the white mage was bent on helping the boy get what he came here for, as he did help her with hers.
"Why would I do that? You also have something you possess that could be found here, right?" She said, smiling gently while putting the crystal back in her pouch, "The least I could do to repay you is to help you get back what you lost. I could never pay you back enough for helping me get my crystal back. I can't think of anything I could do if it was lost to me forever." She strode forward, but then the ground shook and the door to where they came from closed shut, eliciting a gasp from the gentle lady.
"Oh no!" Her first thought was a trap, but once she went to the door and spotted the rusted chains she knew that they must have given way. Nevertheless, the noise would have attracted the guards and they would be found out any minute. There was only one thing left to do, and even though it was a risk and not to mention her only way of getting home, she decided that since she had the crystal, she could just rest again and have her powers return. For now, they have to find the gargoyle fast and get out of here.
"Find the gargoyle, quickly."She said, her green eyes searching for a sign of the item. She hoped Zidane would do the same, as they had limited time and she prayed that they could turn up at the right place, safely and correctly.
Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be. Rosa is going to teleport their asses out of there xD MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 4:51:34 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
Shit! He was a shitty man! She really believed him! Though it was his intention, now she was quite intent on staying at his side and lending him aide. She was too good. She was too naive. Her heart was way too big for someone like him. He smiled weakly at her offer. It was far from what he wished her to do. She needed to leave before anything-- but it was too late. The chains snapped and the gate came thundering down. The curse escaped his lips before he could stop it. He whorled around to face the door. He was panting a bit, mostly just startled, but he was also put on edge.
It has been bugging him. Ever since they entered. Something gnawed at the back of his mind, insisting that something was wrong. This was far too easy. The Lord King was a pompous arse that reveled in the pain of others and their suffering. He was a psychotic fiend and brining Rosa anywhere near this House was risky. Now with the bastion fell they were in serious danger. There was too much noise upstairs for anyone to hear the slamming gates. Zidane was more than aware of this. He staked out this place or weeks and searched for every nook and cranny. Yet still he was caught. Lord King's traps were ingenious, perfect for a sick-minded noble that has nothing but free time outside of his money counting.
Rosa rushed to the door to check the chain. He walked up close beside her. He could see it clearly. Zidane looked to Rosa with a pained expresion. "Look, Rosa I appreciate your effort, but there is no need. Don't worry about me. Use your magic to leave. I will find the statue and leave afterwards." Though he was completely unsure how he would, he could not risk her being there, getting caught by Lord King.
He motioned his hand. "Just go...I'll be fine." He turned his back to her and trudged off toward the crates to try and edge himself around a corner and hide his sulky expression. He buried his hands into his pocket and grumped. Shit! He could not keep it up! He was wavering. The danger he put her in was inexcusable. His tail raised suddenly, the fur bristling. His looked up and glanced around. This room was creepy as all hell too! He really just wanted to go, but he had told her that portion of his lie, truthfully. If he did not get what it was he wanted, the Boss would definitely look down on him. His Boss, the man that saved him.
The cold room seemed to shift as silence filled it. Zidane kept his hands buried in his pockets and tried to fight, what he had assumed, was guilt, off.
Someone else, something, was in the room with them.
Whatever they, or it was, crept along the shadows, and only moved when the candles flickered. Beady eyes glared out from the darkness at their target. One seemed to be examining the gates, the other, pacing into the piles of treasure. One of the two of them was most vulnerable....
Zidane stood, staring at the hand Rosa had touched. He squeezed his eyes closed, and squeezed his hand into a fist. There was no way he could give up now that he was so close. Azure eyes blinked and caught sight of something glistening in one of the piles. Sure everything seemed to radiate the brilliance of the dim lights, but this one was speckled with rainbows and gave off a familiar taste the thief had come to dream of. He rushed toward the treasure. Had he found it?! After all these years... He leapt for his treasure, heart beating fast.
REEEEYAAH
[/i] A horrendous screech erupted from the darkness as a massive, egale-faced Griffin lunged from the shadows, toward Rosa. Its mighty foreclaws gripped against the mason grounds and its wings sat nestled against its back. It parted its beak and screeched once more before the intimidating, feather-covered monster charged. [/left] [/div] "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/center] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Mar 29, 2024 9:55:23 GMT -5
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 13, 2013 3:52:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,410,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] Who will heal you?
If I don't come along...
"Nonsense, I will help you find your belongings and there's nothing you can do to stop me." The White mage pouted, her stubborn streak getting the better of her once more, "You also risked your life and reputation in coming here with me to take back my crystal, now tell me what it looks like and we'll get it before-" Rosa stopped short, her breath hitching as he heard a noise behind her. She felt the air suddenly turn cold, her arms rippling in goosebumps at the notion of being watched, reminding her of the time she got captured by Golbez. She felt a little claustrophobic, and it didn't give her enough strength to turn around fast as a Griffin shot towards her.
Distracted, the young white mage quickly braced herself, her arm catching on a talon, a gash appearing on her milky skin. She exclaimed in pain and jumped back, nursing her arm with a quick Cura, "Run, Zidane!"
Although to where, she was not sure, but as soon as her arm was healed she reached behind her to load an arrow to her bow, strafing to her left as she shot three consecutive arrows to the creature, hitting its wing, chest and talon respectively, but that didn't faze the massive monster.
"Zidane, be careful." It must be the trap that the owner of this manor had set, how foolish of them to have missed it. They could either kill the beast or teleport out, but both of which would hinder Zidane in finding his treasure. She whistled loudly, calling the attention of the Griffin as she led it away from the boy, her agile limbs allowing her to dart to the back of the room with speed, "Find what you're looking for then come to the back, quickly!"
Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful life can be. MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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