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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jul 13, 2017 7:18:04 GMT
 Post"Wicked" Aiden GarnetteAiden sat beside the grave deep in the forest, staring at the small little graveyard that had been built into the forest floor in a pristine little clearing. It had been hard to find and even harder to get to while clearing out the overgrown vegetation and fallen-over trees that had clogged up the way. Deep inside, he found little of value but the graves that had been dug seemingly had long been abandoned, their owners seemingly preferring a place of quiet for meditation and reflection. The ex-hunter sat there, deeply contemplating and smiling thankfully. Thoughts ran through his mind that were momentary and fleeting, though he had not a reason for their presence. He ruminated on the last few months; how much he had changed in just that small period of time. It was a greatly humbling practice, one he had only gotten used to after losing his right leg and obtaining his second prosthetic limb. He was garbed in a gray shirt, though it was stained green from grass stains and sweat from having come all this way on his own. Nearby, a deer laid butchered and cooking over a spit while Aiden took his time to remember and think before he would soon enjoy the meal along with a pot of coffee and some other rations he had picked up for this trip into the forest.
Note: Sorry for the delay! I couldn't keep my promise I'm afraid, but better late then never! I made this a bit quickly so probably not my best work, but I hope it's enough for you to work with. [font color="FireBrick"][b]"Speech Here"[/b][/font] |
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Post by Eraya Valentine on Jul 21, 2017 13:26:47 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ You don't know how to let go Who said this must be all or nothing? [attr="class","les"] S he parked her bike in its usual spot off the main road, the black vehicle purring to silence as she turned it off. She pulled her helmet off, allowing her medium-short hair to cascade out, falling to just past the base of her neck as she shook her head to free the tangles a bit. She pressed a button on the helmet, causing it to collapse in on itself and become half its size, allowing her to easily store it in the bike’s storage compartment. After a moment to compose herself, she inhaled and exhaled, before starting to walk down the worn path in the meadow, leading to the small copse of trees. It was going to be around a ten minute walk to the graveyard she was going to, so she had time to reminisce. Her black combat boots crunched on the few granules of dirt covering the hard packed path, worn into the ground through years of walking, yet now covered with flecks of dust, rocks and overgrown slightly with the lack of use. She fished out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her black pants, flicking open her silver lighter to light it before putting them back inside. Grey smoke passed softly out of her pale lips as she continued to walk towards the treeline, her free hand absently unzipping her black leather jacket that she wore for riding her bike, revealing the plain white V-neck she wore underneath, to get more comfortable. By the time she had reached the treeline, her cigarette was finished, and then she took a couple more minutes to walk down the winding, overgrown path. A path that was hard to notice unless you knew where it was, and she had walked down this path countless times. How could she not? But when she came into the clearing of the grave, her line of thought was broken when she spotted someone already here. Small confusion came to her as she had always assumed no one else ever visited this graveyard. The man who sat there had his back towards her, wearing what seemed to be a very drab shirt, with stark white hair. She frowned as a small twinge of familiarity struck her, yet she could not be sure if it was someone she knew without seeing his face. She took another step forward, intentionally stepping on a leaf to make some noise, which would alert him to her presence without startling him, her pale blue eyes waiting for him to turn around. | [attr="class","goodness"]  EQUIPPED: N/A WORDS: 423 MISC: |
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jul 30, 2017 5:11:33 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette He heard the sounds coming from a little ways away, turning to face the encroaching figure from a distance. His knife hand went over to grasp the hilt of a silver blade, just as a precaution as his reflexes told him to do. He was moderately surprised to find a woman approaching and the touch of familiarity he noticed. Aiden's eyes lit up a bit; he remembered that face. It was distant, one of the most feint of his memories. The ex-hunter remembered the face, but where had he seen her before. It became clear that she wasn't an enemy; she didn't seem hostile and was more keen on keeping a healthy space between them. He kept his hand on his knife though, eyeing the woman with a perceptive glancing as the silence between them persisted. He detected the fading smell of smoke and cigarettes wafting off of her and he could've sworn that he had seen her in some way before, but he couldn't place any other details. It wasn't like him, the ex-hunter usually could boast that he had a solid memory, but in this case he was at a bit of a loss. "Good afternoon miss." Aiden greeted, nodding his head politely. She didn't seem to make a move at first so he took the first step and came a bit closer. Slowly and conservatively, Aiden took his hand off his knife and place his hand down by his side as it seemed she was not hostile or intended to do him any harm. As he got closer, he could also feel that his memory was digging up more. Being closer really did help jog his mind and once he was closer, Aiden's eyes went up as a lightbulb went off in his mind... "Eraya.... Eraya Valentine? Is that you!?"
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Post by Eraya Valentine on Aug 13, 2017 5:55:31 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ You don't know how to let go Who said this must be all or nothing? [attr="class","les"] E raya was taken aback when the man referred to her by her name. Her full name. “Yes… That’s me…But who…?” And now that he was facing her, she could get a good look at his face. The white hair, the stark blue eyes, and the voice. Her brows furrowed for a second before they raised, her eyes widening in surprise and recognition. “Aiden?” She said, her voice also reflecting the surprise in her eyes. “Aiden Garnette?” She added. After he would confirm his identity, Eraya would blink before looking him up and down. “Bloody hell, what happened to you Aiden?” She would ask. Memories of her youth came floating back to her about this man. They hadn’t been very close friends, not as close as she had been with Oliver. But they had known each other, and had talked whenever they met. He had been one of the few hunters who wasn’t downright racist towards the other races, so he had clicked well with Eraya. But later on, they had separated, each going their own way. Well, it was mainly Eraya being sent away to do her training for the Sniper Corps. She hadn’t seen him since. But right now, looking at him, at the deer corpse nearby, the stains on his clothing and his overall rugged appearance. She frowned as confusion and the slightest of worry flashed in her eyes. But she still kept a certain distance away, since although she had known Aiden in the past as a passing friend, many years had passed since then, and she wasn’t sure of his intentions or how much he had changed over the years. She waited for his answer for some sort of explanation at why he looked so… different. “What are you doing here?” She asked, her tone conveying the simple curiousity of wanting to know what someone was doing at a certain specific location. A graveyard was a kind of weird place for two people to meet, so it was a valid question in Eraya’s head. | [attr="class","goodness"] EQUIPPED: N/A WORDS: 450 or so MISC: |
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 7, 2017 1:32:50 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette Well this was a pleasant surprise that he hadn't been expecting. Once the connection went off, Aiden felt the world around him recede for a moment as he flashed back to his years in the Guild and pulled out thoughts he had long since burrowed away in the recesses of his mind. Aiden stood, feeling the years creep back to him and he realized that he did indeed look quite a bit different from that time. Back in those days, he had been quite a bit better groomed and perhaps his hair hadn't been as long as it was now. Come to think of it, judging from Eraya's body language, he must look like an entirely different person than what he was before. The same thing he could say for Eraya though. It took quite the effort for even him to recognize her and even then it was a bit hard to believe. He may have grown taller and more disheveled, but the woman looked like she had turned a new leaf and a full 180 since they had parted all those years ago. Thankfully though that of the two of them, Aiden was still the taller one and overwhelmed her by a good few inches. That didn't diminish the fact that he was honestly quite surprised and thrown for a bit of a loop as his eyes popped open for a bit. He watched her gaze turn from him back to what he had been doing by the grave and then return back. Aiden himself turned for a moment, searching mentally for a response as he also observed her reaction. There was the momentary turns of doubt and confusion mixed in with a swollen sense of shock as the two of them both seemed to absorb their thoughts in visible fashion. His shoulders tensed a little before relaxing and he calmed himself down. Eraya and him hadn't been really close. Being caught off-guard like this was normally something he tried to avoid, but in this instance it was actually quite the welcome opening. "I could say the exact same thing about you. Looks to me like you've changed quite a bit. When did you grow a rack?" Aiden turned off to the side, answering in a light-hearted tone and a musical wolf-whistle. He turned back to his work, seeing the deer roast cooking and his other preparations for his meal. He also glanced at his other, necromantic tools that probably drew some of the questions too. Aiden smirked, letting his eyes drop back towards the food and then to Eraya with a carefree smile, "Cooking lunch. Care to join me for a bit? I can make extra if you want. The deer should be good to go soon and I'll have a stew ready in a bit. Don't know if you still have the same sweet tooth as you used to, but I have snacks..."He knelt back by the fire and gently continue to slow-roast the meat until a light, golden and burned crust had formed where he had spiced it and the juices dripped down into the flames.
Note: Facepalm I have to sincerely apologize for making you wait almost a whole month! I put stuff on my tracker so I remember it, but I honestly forgot about this thread and thus I didn't put it in my tracker! I'm terribly sorry and I hope we can get back on track to making this thread awesome! [font color="FireBrick"][b]"Speech Here"[/b][/font] |
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