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Post by Vidar on Dec 13, 2005 15:32:09 GMT -5
Match begins with Vermillion's first turn.
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Post by Vermillion VanSol on Dec 15, 2005 0:10:20 GMT -5
Vermillion turned over in his bed, knocking over an earthenware cup that was sitting next to him on the table that was there. As the cup fell to the floor and broke, Vermillion sat up with a start from the sudden noise.
"Well, I guess it can't be a perfect day today," he mumbled sleepily, "Besides, I have that tournament to get to this morning when the sun has fully risen."
As he said this last bit, he looked towards the window of the room, "Well, it looks like a nice sunny..." His eyes opened wide as he noticed how bright it was outside, "Crap! I'm late." He threw of his blanket, managing not to get tangled up in it as he got up, and ran to the wash basin in the next room over. He jumped into the now cold water. Which, if he had been up on time, would have been warm. Jumping out and drying off quickly, he dressed in his red robes, grabbed his pouch of components and a dagger, and ran downthe stairs two aat a time to the kitchens of the place where he was staying.
"Hi. No time to talk. Late for my match," was all he managed to say as he grabbed a piece of toast and a mug of juice as he ran out the door in the direction of the Jousting Field. As he stuffed the toast into his mouth and drank the juice, he hoped that he wouldn't be too late when he arrived. (Note, Avean is probably already there by the time he is running out the door.)
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Dec 15, 2005 7:51:46 GMT -5
Avean was standing in the field, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground.
"Where in bloody hell is he?" she asked one of the men by the door. He shrugged and she sighed.
When he finally showed she gave a meek grin and walked up to him, wondering what kept him.
"So Mr. VanSol, are we going to fight or are you going to finish eating your breakfast?" she asked, nodding her head at the mug in his hand. Avean smiled warmly and waited for him to say something through mouthfulls.
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Post by Vermillion VanSol on Dec 17, 2005 13:40:05 GMT -5
As Vermillion walked into the arena, he heard the sound of someone yelling at him, "What?" he said, not quite hearing what she said, "Am I going to finish this? Why do you want some?"
He indicated the extra slice of toast he had. Looking up at her face, however, he figured that what she had said was something slightly different than what he had heard. "Oh, am I going to finish.... Yes, one moment," he shoved the piece into his mouth and wiped his hands on his pants to rid them of the crumbs. He readjusted his cloak, which had been a little off kilter from in his rush to get here. He turned to face Avean with his hands in his pockets, "So, are we going to get this started or not?"
His hand that was in his left pocket had started to glow slightly, but the light was concealed by the cloth surrounding it.
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Post by Crimson on Dec 21, 2005 20:52:45 GMT -5
Because Avean has not posted in this topic in a reasonable amount of time, I declare Vermillion VanSol the winner of this match.
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