Post by Osterreich on Feb 1, 2010 10:28:03 GMT -5
(I'm home sick and bored, so... yeah. Besides, its about time I role played my characters here again, haha. Sorry this post sucks, it's all I got...)
My name is:
›HC-IIIX
But you may call me: Tres Iqus
I am not normal... I am a machine
›HC-IIIX
But you may call me: Tres Iqus
I am not normal... I am a machine
They fall in line, one at a time, ready to play (I can't see them anyway) No time to lose, we've got to move, steady your hand (I am loosing sight again) fire your guns, it's tiem to run, blow me away! (I will stay in the mess I made) Time for the fall, we'll shake it off, show me the way. Only the strongest will survive, lead me to Heaven when we die. I am a shadow on the wall, I'll be the one to save us all
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He stood still. There seemed to be no sign of life in him in all his unmoving glory; he was like a doll for his pale features and perfected yet emotionless features. After all, something in his countenance - his eyes, mostly - was missing, perhaps a sense of feeling that lay within each other living being. Curious eyes, they were, the right holding a liquid bronze, or gold color, while hte left held a dark, blood red hue to it's iris. The being's frame was built lean, seeming to be more for agility than anything else, though that may be a sort of deploid trick, to make him look weaker when he was far from it in all reality. Clinging to his form, his fur was stained a red, rustic brown in color, cut short and spiky, naturally messy in apperance. Two curious dark pink and brown rimmed scars stained the creatures face as well, one stretching from his right cheek, across the bridge of his nose, and curling under his left eye, the other was thicker, yet it only cut across his right cheek, the two cuts nearly paralell to each other and sliding up at the slightest angle across his features. Maybe it was his apperance or expression that gave him the look that he wasn't one to be messed aroudn with, but then again, wern't you ever taught not to judge a person by their cover?
This male's name was unknown even to himself, otehr than HC-IIX, but that was a diffrent story. The Cardinal prefered to call him Tres Iqus.
Silence
Tres blinked. Silence? He checked the two figures that were currently standing slightly to his right bickering childishly, the two he knew a Abel and Caterina, arguing as usual; they were still speaking. That wasn't right. He frowned vaugely and continued to listen, as if cheking if his auditory was having any malfunctions...
What could have been the silence that he had just heard?
Tres concentrated his senses on the area around them - who knew, the strange thing he had heard (or rather, had not heard) could be some kind of new attack from either the Orden or from the revolutionaries; he had to be on his guard. It seemed that Caterina and Abel both had not sensed anything strange. Tres' frown deepened more when he also found nothing to be suspicious of around the area; there was no movement around the trees surrounding the area, save for the two standing next to him.
He shook his head slightly, relaxing his senses. Perhaps it had just been a mishearing and a misscan on his compartments. Yes... that was it. Still, it did bother him.
"Tres! Abel! I would like it if you would pay attention to me when I'm trying to explain this!" Lady Caterina's voice cut into his mind, and Tres glanced over at the blonde pelted female, her bright magenta eyes flaming in anger. She always had been a tempramental one sometimes.
"I must disagree, Lady Caterina, I was listening to you with all my senses, I just assumed I had heard something and chose to be on guard." Tres droned out perfectly, face straight as usual. She seemed to accept this answer, for she nodded, and turned her blame on Abel. Abel had a similar frame to that of Tres, though his pelt was a light silver in color, and his eyes were a very light blue.
"Abel..." Caterina raised her voice in what seemed to be proceeding a fair warning and perhaps some admonishment. Tres checked this fact to himself - to his satisfaction he was growing more skilled at analyzing others' emotions and attitudes than before. The Cardinal, for all his time being around her, was currently Tres' practice of choice (although he didn't prefer to use this phrase, for such a term seemed rather unfitting for the female).
Abel stopped messing with his claws and grinned at Caterina sheepishly. Apology. Embarrassment. Perhaps some small portions of humor. After all Abel and Cardinal Sforza are close. Tres also took in Abel's expression, recognizing it immidiately; he had seen such an expression many times (perhaps too much for his own preferences) on their missions.
"I was ... listening?" Abel offered with some hope, in the glaring face of the Cardinal. A normal person would have laughed at such a scene, but Tres stood still.
"Abel," Caterina said in a voice that sounded more dangerous than before. "I don't want you going off and getting your job much more complicated than it was intended to be. Even Tres can't stop you from your whims."
"Positive," Tres said, agreeing immidiately.
"You're not helping, Tres," Abel grumbled.
"I was merely providing accurate agreement to support Lady Caterina's accusation," Tres replied calmly.
Abel mumbled something about the idiocy of machine-like creatures. Tres picked up his mumbles but chose not to answer, seeing as the tradeoff payment was too low. Such things did not stand high in his decisions. Input of tasks needed to be completed: must ask Abel what he means by 'metal head.'
Caterina sighed and shook her head in vauge annoyance, tired of the childish arguing. She eventually spoke sternly, "Fine. The two of you go and patrol the boarders, make sure everything is safe." She ordered, an oder Tres was determined to follow. His whoel life was accepting orders, really. Abel, on the other hand, would probably goof off... and as if expecting such, she added harshley, "And stay focused, Abel! We can't have anyone getting in here without permission. My younger brother is tramatized as it is because of the last time that happened." She added with a stern glare at Abel.
"What? I didn't mean to do it!" Abel whined, hidding behind Tres, who stayed still as always. Caterina sighed and glanced as Tres,
"Make sure he does what he's told. And Tres, if the two of you do run into someone, talk first and determine if they're a threat, don't just assume and hurt them." She added, knowing fair well it was Tres' first instinct to kill. He nodded,
"Positive." Caterina noded vaugely and walked off again, away from the two. Tres now moved, looking back at Abel, who still stood behind him. "Come, Abel. Our orders are as follows:" He said, begining to repeat what he had been told, assuming Abel hadn't been listening as usual.
"Eh, I heard her!" Abel cut him off, stepping back, giving him a sheepish grin. "Come on, let's just go before she comes back and yells at me more." He said in an almost musing manner, grabbing Tres' paw and dragging him off after him. Tres, being used to these actions by now, followed him willingly. Though unlike Abel, he made sure to keep a close guard up, looking around for any signs of other life not meant to be here.
This male's name was unknown even to himself, otehr than HC-IIX, but that was a diffrent story. The Cardinal prefered to call him Tres Iqus.
Silence
Tres blinked. Silence? He checked the two figures that were currently standing slightly to his right bickering childishly, the two he knew a Abel and Caterina, arguing as usual; they were still speaking. That wasn't right. He frowned vaugely and continued to listen, as if cheking if his auditory was having any malfunctions...
What could have been the silence that he had just heard?
Tres concentrated his senses on the area around them - who knew, the strange thing he had heard (or rather, had not heard) could be some kind of new attack from either the Orden or from the revolutionaries; he had to be on his guard. It seemed that Caterina and Abel both had not sensed anything strange. Tres' frown deepened more when he also found nothing to be suspicious of around the area; there was no movement around the trees surrounding the area, save for the two standing next to him.
He shook his head slightly, relaxing his senses. Perhaps it had just been a mishearing and a misscan on his compartments. Yes... that was it. Still, it did bother him.
"Tres! Abel! I would like it if you would pay attention to me when I'm trying to explain this!" Lady Caterina's voice cut into his mind, and Tres glanced over at the blonde pelted female, her bright magenta eyes flaming in anger. She always had been a tempramental one sometimes.
"I must disagree, Lady Caterina, I was listening to you with all my senses, I just assumed I had heard something and chose to be on guard." Tres droned out perfectly, face straight as usual. She seemed to accept this answer, for she nodded, and turned her blame on Abel. Abel had a similar frame to that of Tres, though his pelt was a light silver in color, and his eyes were a very light blue.
"Abel..." Caterina raised her voice in what seemed to be proceeding a fair warning and perhaps some admonishment. Tres checked this fact to himself - to his satisfaction he was growing more skilled at analyzing others' emotions and attitudes than before. The Cardinal, for all his time being around her, was currently Tres' practice of choice (although he didn't prefer to use this phrase, for such a term seemed rather unfitting for the female).
Abel stopped messing with his claws and grinned at Caterina sheepishly. Apology. Embarrassment. Perhaps some small portions of humor. After all Abel and Cardinal Sforza are close. Tres also took in Abel's expression, recognizing it immidiately; he had seen such an expression many times (perhaps too much for his own preferences) on their missions.
"I was ... listening?" Abel offered with some hope, in the glaring face of the Cardinal. A normal person would have laughed at such a scene, but Tres stood still.
"Abel," Caterina said in a voice that sounded more dangerous than before. "I don't want you going off and getting your job much more complicated than it was intended to be. Even Tres can't stop you from your whims."
"Positive," Tres said, agreeing immidiately.
"You're not helping, Tres," Abel grumbled.
"I was merely providing accurate agreement to support Lady Caterina's accusation," Tres replied calmly.
Abel mumbled something about the idiocy of machine-like creatures. Tres picked up his mumbles but chose not to answer, seeing as the tradeoff payment was too low. Such things did not stand high in his decisions. Input of tasks needed to be completed: must ask Abel what he means by 'metal head.'
Caterina sighed and shook her head in vauge annoyance, tired of the childish arguing. She eventually spoke sternly, "Fine. The two of you go and patrol the boarders, make sure everything is safe." She ordered, an oder Tres was determined to follow. His whoel life was accepting orders, really. Abel, on the other hand, would probably goof off... and as if expecting such, she added harshley, "And stay focused, Abel! We can't have anyone getting in here without permission. My younger brother is tramatized as it is because of the last time that happened." She added with a stern glare at Abel.
"What? I didn't mean to do it!" Abel whined, hidding behind Tres, who stayed still as always. Caterina sighed and glanced as Tres,
"Make sure he does what he's told. And Tres, if the two of you do run into someone, talk first and determine if they're a threat, don't just assume and hurt them." She added, knowing fair well it was Tres' first instinct to kill. He nodded,
"Positive." Caterina noded vaugely and walked off again, away from the two. Tres now moved, looking back at Abel, who still stood behind him. "Come, Abel. Our orders are as follows:" He said, begining to repeat what he had been told, assuming Abel hadn't been listening as usual.
"Eh, I heard her!" Abel cut him off, stepping back, giving him a sheepish grin. "Come on, let's just go before she comes back and yells at me more." He said in an almost musing manner, grabbing Tres' paw and dragging him off after him. Tres, being used to these actions by now, followed him willingly. Though unlike Abel, he made sure to keep a close guard up, looking around for any signs of other life not meant to be here.
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There's nothing left so save your breathe, lying in wait (Caught inside this tidal wave) Your cover's blown, no where to go, holding your fate (Loaded I will walk alone) Fire your guns, it's time to run, blow me away (I will stay in the mess I made) After the fall, we'll shake it off, show me the way. Only the strongest will survive, lead me to Heaven, when we die. I am the shadow on the wall, I'll be the one to save us all... Wanted it back (Don't fight me now)
There's nothing left so save your breathe, lying in wait (Caught inside this tidal wave) Your cover's blown, no where to go, holding your fate (Loaded I will walk alone) Fire your guns, it's time to run, blow me away (I will stay in the mess I made) After the fall, we'll shake it off, show me the way. Only the strongest will survive, lead me to Heaven, when we die. I am the shadow on the wall, I'll be the one to save us all... Wanted it back (Don't fight me now)