[OPEN] Unexpected Mistakes

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;] People had always said that curiosity killed the cat, but no one ever said what happened to the birds and the rats. Even less, no one ever said what happened to the guy who found himself being whipped out of his home world in a blinding flash of light and flung to a place he couldn't even begin to imagine. That was the age old saying people should have been coining. He didn't quite remember everything vividly, but he remembered enough to know that he messed up severely, and was, for once, wishing he could take it back. There had been a man walking through the streets, and of course the young thief bumped into him, aiming to take just a little bit of change. What he ended up with instead was a handful of problems. All in the form of a little, star-shaped trinket, that warped him away from the home he'd known his entire life. The old maids back on Elysium had probably set him up, constantly warning him that his thieving ways would catch up with him sooner or later. It pained him to admit that they might have been right. Already he was lost, figuring he wouldn't bother with asking anyone for directions. For a while he stood in an alley, repeatedly fidgeting with the little star-shaped trinket in an attempt to make it work, to take him home. Of course, that was simply wasted effort on his part, only serving to wear on his temper even more. Finally giving up, he just tucked the shard away, pulling up his scarf, and setting off on a walk. He didn't have a destination, and her certainly didn't need one. Adrian always had a habit for finding himself in places that he didn't need to be, today was no different. With each step, he could feel a weak tremor at his feet, one that was enough to give him pause. It might have been something worth checking out, it might have been something that could have brought him home, though it was more likely something that would try to kill him. That, however, was a chance he didn't mind taking. Fortune favors the bold, and all of that insanity. Breaking into a full sprint, he left the town, guided only by the vibration of the ground beneath his feet, but after a while, the vibrations began to fade, the source moving away. It was only then did he finally look up from the ground, realizing the scenery had changed considerably from where he started, giving a deep groan as he rubbed his forehead. He always made a habit of never looking where he was going, or where he had come from. That too, it seemed, was catching up with him. He'd never hear the end of it from his mother, assuming he ever saw her again. However, that was nothing to be concerned about. Yawning, the boy walked about, surveying his new surroundings, taking in the sights of pillars that filled the area, as well as the water running from above. Before he could get even more distracted, he heard a voice, but didn't know exactly where it came from. With a sigh, he cupped his hands around his mouth and called out. "Anyone still breathing out there?" [/style]

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[makovi]

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;] As the area continued to remain silent for the time, Adrian considered simply shrugging off the entire ordeal and making his way back to town in a rush. Well, maybe more like try to figure out the right way back to town, and then return. Walking a little farther along, his attention drifted downward to the path on which he walked. There seemed like there was a good bit of damage tot he foundation, but he couldn't think of anything that could have done such a thing. Whatever it was,it had to be something massive, more so than the creatures of his world. That much he was certain of. Further inspecting the path, he turned on his heel, yet stopped in the middle of his step as a voice called out in response to him. Quickly he whipped around, flicking his wrist as the sound of sliding latches and grinding metal rung out. The hook of his weapon flipped up as the blade extended, a usual precaution for him when expecting trouble. Yet, as the man walked around the corner, he gave a soft sigh of relief, curling his wrist as the blade retracted back into his bracer, snapping shut and locking in place. "Well, that's always a good sign, I suppose." He idly shrugged, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck through his thin hood before lowering his arm. Placing a hand on his hip, he started to walk over to the man, inspecting his outfit. He was dressed like someone from the East of his own world. Though, he highly doubted that the two hailed from the same realm. His ear twitched softly at the strange word the man muttered, but ignored it for the time. "Eight, huh? Alright. The name's Adrian, pleased to meet you." He introduced himself, giving a faint bow of his head in the process. When questioned on his reasoning for being there, he just chuckled before shrugging. "Heh, truth be told, I thought there was something worth checking out. I felt some tremors all the way back at the edge of town, and rushed out this way. But, by the time I got here, the excitement seemed to have died down." [/style]

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[makovi]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/Eight/a36.png); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]He saw the drawn weapon and simply stood still, raising an eyebrow. Weaponry was one thing he didn't like, and he didn't need. The human body was enough for him, and weapons took lives much to quickly. When it came down to it, punching someone in the face or roundhouse kicking them just gave him a lot more satisfaction then using a weapon to cut or smash them. Having not reacted to it what-so-ever probably payed off as well. He couldn't help but feel the man might have been a little jumpy, but then again in a place like this why wouldn't you be? Allowing the man to finish his sentence, Eight began working his way to him, taking a casual stride and not acting rushed at all. Adrian, a nice name he supposed. The man was dressed in some rather interesting clothing that had a nice style to it. He doubted he could fit into the clothes, but he felt he would pull the style off adequately. "Yeah, haha, long story about those tremors." He crunched his fists together and let a small smirk spread across his face. Chestnut hair, chestnut eyes, and some broken pride. That Behemoth had another thing coming. "A heartless....what are they called...a Behemoth was up there." He looked to the sky and pointed to the platforming above them. "Long story-short, it got the best of me and I fell." As he reached the man, he used the hand he was just pointing to the sky with and extended it forth for a friendly shake. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]~ open thread/ made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;] Rarely did Adrian ever find himself trusting people, especially people he just met, or recently met. Then again, anyone would be wise to be wary of new faces with nearly ninety percent of those new faces wanted to lock you up and throw away the key. Not that they weren't justified in wanting to, that didn't make it fun or anything of the sort. It was especially true for someone who seemed to value their freedom so highly. Deciding to trust the man for the time, he thought it was a rather odd name. Now, his family name was far from being normal, even in his own world, the name was a touch of an oddity. However, never in all of his days had he ever come across a man sporting a number for a name. The closest he'd ever heard to such a thing was military assignment numbers, and those were temporary. Crossing his arms over his chest, relaxing a bit more, his bracers lightly echoed from tapping the metal of the thin armor over his chest. He was always one for stories, but hoped it wouldn't turn out to be one of those twenty year long odysseys about how someone ended up passing out in a pool somewhere. As the man started to explain the tremors, Adrian leaned forward a bit, eyebrow perking as he waited. He had to admit, he was still highly curious to know just what had gone down. Hopefully not a bomb, or anything horrid like that. The last thing he needed was to see a leg lying about, with the other one a few meters away. Terrible thoughts, those. "Heartless?...Behemoth?" He questioned, arching a brow as he stood up straight once more, tilting his head back and thinking for a moment. Trying to put a finger on just what the man meant. "So, you're saying some giant, rude guy knocked you down here?" As the man further explained, he chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Come on now, I know the guy was probably pretty ugly, but he's still a person, you know. Unless he was...I dunno, a giant dog?" The poor boy made it rather clear that he had absolutely no idea what a Heartless was. Then again, his world had never seen such things. Heck, even all the living population on his world hadn't even been around long enough to have seen the world's last war. As the man held his hand out, Adrian quickly reached out to give a firm shake, his usual cocky little smirk plastered across his lips. "Well, I'm hoping that I'm not speaking too far out of turn here. But if what or whoever it was that did this to you is still out there, isn't chasing it down the wrong idea? I'd come back with friends. Or at least something to hit him with." [/style]

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