Looking for trouble (anyone)

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka watched in amusement. "I do declare, he truly considers himself to be my match." Despite the lightness in her tone, there was a certain coldness in it, and there was something in her face that it was hard to put a finger on. Whatever it was, it didn't bode well for whoever fought her. Her eyes flickered with an unnatural light. Her eyes coolly assessed him.

With a sudden movement that was so fast it was almost invisible, one of Kaldaka's twin rapiers was in her hand and had whacked Alezand's wrist with the flat. The force was such that it forced him to drop Saphira's rapier, and Kaldaka picked it up with hers and tossed it to Saphira. "It's not polite," she said, the coldness suddenly all that was in her voice, "To steal a woman's rapier, now is it?"

[Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire]

Saphira's hand flicked out in an instant and gripped the rapier tightly in her left hand, face pale.
Kat? Kat? Oh god. KAT!
Jesus Christ. I'm here. Needn't shout missy.
OH! I was so. Anyway. Its just. Well. Don't worry.
Wiered it was. Suddenly...split. Heh, it was pretty funny actually. You should have seen your face.
I was worried! You never know what could have happened.
It made a big change you know. Being in a mind with some sense of moral.
What do you mean!?
Well, you have a lack of them. It just made a
Then I don't know how you live with outself. You don't even know what morals are.
Ahh, but I'm not human. I'm entitled to that.
Ahh, but I'm not human either.
You think like one.
Kat!
Yep?
Never mind.

Colour had returned to her features, and once again, she became the shadows, simply listening and observing. She seemed much more relaxed too. it was funny how you became to depend on something similar to a personality construct.

[Alezand Jozlyn, Allaine Knight]

"Well if we're on the subject of manners, I'd might comment on your treacherous act upon Trixice." He said as he drew his second sword, distinctly different than the first, but no less of an weapon. A shining, rune marked and protected by some of the same enchantments that his favorite sword bore. However, this sword once belonged to someone else, someone close to Alezand. A powerful warrior, whom passed the blade to Jozlyn. Alezand returned to a full guard position, waiting for what was next to come...

[Trixice]

Ooc: So sorry all, it seems this site was on my 'boring' list for a long while. Oh, and Alezand? You do not know my name.

Ic: There did not need to be any sound coming from the woman behind Trix who so smugly decided to attempt a pose with a blade to the acolyte's neck. The wind simply moved in Trix's direction, and as this woman had clearly not been paying any attention to it, the mage with the pulled-down hat felt the uneven currents brush against the back of her many folds of clothing. Someone was coming.

When she was ordered to turn around, Trix merely raised a sharp brow and smirked an insipid smirk, retaining the posture of a quite indifferent manner. Before much could be said, the young man had his own actions in place and the blade was away from Trixice's throat in an instant. She exhaled, smoothly. She still had not turned around. Who was this woman to order her around? A fool.

Taking all the time in the world, and ignoring the exchange of rapiers and flickers of blades, Trix's body slowly turned and she set a copper eye on this newcomer. Her arms crossed over her chest, each thumb toying with an unknown weapon. Known very well to her of course, which made it all the more deadlier.

"You find it nonsense to hold etiquette toward another lady, and yet you believe you can dish out what is polite and not polite after holding a blade to my throat?" Trix's eyes flashed a challenge and in a movement much faster than the woman's move to retrieve Saphira's rapier, Trixice had her against a wall; her knee in the woman's gut and her hands now possessing those twin rapiers.

"Forgive me for being rude, but I do not take nicely to hypocrites." She hissed, spinning enough to work up a wind before burying the blades of the woman's rapiers in the wall at either side of her neck. Facing the palms of her hands at the rapiers, Trix muttered something under her breath and the rapiers stuck fast, unable to move from the wall by any hands other than her own. The woman's head was trapped tight between their sharp edges, a little too far to the left or right and she would have bled all over the place.

Trixice could make that happen too.

"Now, although you all do not speak it, I know precisely what your aura's spell. You all think of me as abnormal and dangerous, and by all means, continue to think that, but do not hold it against me, and do not provoke either side, for I have no reason to harm any of you until you offend, threaten, or harm me." She growled, quite having enough with the people in this Kingdom. In truth, she was no different from the rest of them, yet because she was so unique, and held an air of mystery, she was treated like the enemy far too many times to keep her content. Trixice had almost had enough.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

OOC: Trixice, I do not hold with god-moding at all and will write my post as if you had not.
IC: Kaldaka saw the attack coming out of the very corner of her eye. She grunted slightly as she ducked, the woman's knee slamming into her shoulder and sent her spinning. One of her rapiers was jolted out of her hand, but she grabbed it and jumped up, the only hurt a very bruised shoulder that she ignored.

Thinking fast, she realized that the odds had changed quickly, and she was now easily outnumbered. Sheathing one of her rapiers, she grabbed a throwing knife. Her eyes flashing and deadly, she said, "Don't come too near to Sapphira or me. Because if you do, one of you is going to the gates of Dark Forest, regardless." Her voice was flat and deadly, and the only thing that could be seen of her face was the deadly eyes.

[Trixice]

Ooc: Tut Kaldaka, I do not take well to God-Moding either, and my post was most certainly not God-Moding. It was merely an infliction of manners which your character seems to lack. Nevertheless, if you wish to play that way, by all means, ruin the point of a well-written post.

Ic: Trixice cocked her head to one side and watched the woman flick out her knife. There seemed to be an ongoing tradition with warriors, knives, knives, and more knives. Trixice pondered a moment and knew that if she were to hold such a title her body would hide not only knives, but many other hand-crafted weapons, some perhaps never seen by any other eyes.

The skull around her neck clicked against the teeth studding it's edges on the necklace of the acolyte, and under that low-brimmed hat, her metallic, golden eyes glowed with their own warning. Now this woman was threatening her, and Trix did not like threats. Not at all.

"I'd be quick to bite your tongue if I were you, for if you get too close to me again, you may very well be leading the way through those gates, and I will gladly follow, with a hacksaw in your spine." Trixice hissed with more venom than the most poisonous snake. Her knuckles cracked as she bent all her fingers testingly, before whipping around and heading toward the road from whence she had come. She had better ways to spend her time.

[Alezand Jozlyn, Allaine Knight]

"Thus you will find that threats hold no water with me as well. I was BORN to qwell your kind. I thus have no qualms about my life being payment to rid this land of filth and treachery, for I am sure to take you, least of all, with me to the beyond. If that is your choice, so be it. That is not a threat, but a most sincere warning..." he turn and made toward the woman in the dark hat and intriguing eyes. "Hey, wait up, please!" he called out...
OCC(Sorry, Trixice. Its hard to keep up with the introductions, I have ran into your character in other posts, and Rith has spoke of you occ as well. He told me to be nice)