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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 19:26:13 GMT -5
Draig finds himself stepping up the the complex that No-name has resided within for a while. Draig whistles as he examines the exterior of the building. "Damn, she actually lives in a home rather than a pile." before he steps up to the door she showed him to, wiping his paws off before stepping inside. "No-name! It's Draig I'm here as promised! I knew you said you had a place but wow! I bet you have electricity and running water don't you?"
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 19:33:15 GMT -5
No-Name pokes her head around the corner, “Draig! You came. Sorry if it’s a little messy. I do have electricity and water.” She steps around the corner, her red covered paws barely staining the floor, “Feel free to look around or have a seat on the couch. I’ll be right back.” She gives him a friendly smile before disappearing back around the corner.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 19:38:32 GMT -5
"No this is great! This is the first home I've been welcomed into in... Well, a very long time. Thank you for having me over! And please take your time." Draig stands around patiently, doing his best to not touch anything and knows better than to sit on some ones couch.
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 19:46:14 GMT -5
After a few minutes No-Name comes back around the corner, her paws clean. “No problem, I’m glad to have you over. Would you like a drink or something? I don’t have much but you’re my guest.” She smiles happily as she waits for an answer, “Do you like standing? You’re welcome to take a seat.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 19:50:48 GMT -5
Draig shakes his head no "I appreciate your offers but I might break a cup and your couch or any chairs will for sure break if I sit on them. I can sit on the floor though I suppose." Draig slowly lowers himself to the floor, being extra careful not to bump into anything. The thought of breaking something on his first visit weighs on him. "So ah, I think we were gunna swap stories right? Weren't you gunna tell me how long you'd been here and stuff like that? In return I'll tell you of my days before I went to war."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 19:55:39 GMT -5
“If you say so.” She sits down on the floor across from him, “Sure! What would you like to know?”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 20:01:13 GMT -5
"Well, when you don't know where to start, the beginning is always a logical place. What'd you do before you got here? I know you said something about being banished. Did you have a name before being banished then and it was taken from you?" Draig fiddles around with the placement of his equipment, gun and broken swords in attempts to become more comfortable.
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 20:24:40 GMT -5
She lowers her ears, “My name?” She pauses, “It was Yrklozi. Which in the language here means, ‘Bipolar’.” She stops for a second, remembering it. “After finding out I was different my parents didn’t want me. For my species, depending on where you fell in the heiarchy you’d get your names at different times. I was actually born to a rather wealthy family, but once I started showing signs of being crazy they named me after the disprder and sent me to a ‘hospital’. That’s where they sent all the sick ones. That caused something and I was later known to the other patients as ‘The Monster’. I did a lot of bad things there. It was the first time I.. killed someone.” She pauses, “After a while of being there I was finally released for being a threat. I had nobody to go to though.” She lifts her ears back up
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 20:31:15 GMT -5
"Oh. That's terrible... And I have to assume you weren't on the streets long before something else bad fell upon you as well which resulted in you being sent here?" Draig cover's his mouth with his right hand for a moment long while he thinks. "And... I take it you don't like that name then? Do you perhaps want a new name? You can pick whatever you want now."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 20:43:42 GMT -5
She snarls, “I despise that name.” Before sighing, “You guessed it. I might’ve snuck into my parents house and tried killing them. My father caught me and threw me out the window. He signaled for help while I was held down in the street.” She looks down at her paws, “I changed into what we called “The forbidden form.” Only those with a sickness could do it. I used it to kill my father and severely injure my mother, the other copies ran off and injured.. um.. a lot of people. When they returned the guards were already there. They shot and chained me and sent me here, leaving no way back.” She chuckles nervously, “So theres a summary of my life before I got here.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 21:02:15 GMT -5
"Well damn, and yet here you are smiling most of the time. I am sorry, for the unfair way you were and some times still are treated. I suppose it is my turn now isn't it? Back on Fimbulvinter, a planet I called home in a alternate dimension to this one, I lived in a cold place. Primarily frozen woodlands, though there were some greener areas and there was still liquid ocean on this planet. This planet was inhabited by a multitude of intelligent races and while most would've been lumped under Earths "Werebeast" or "Shifter" categories their was more to them than that, including their own cultures. I am a Ulfhednar, the wolf people of Fimbulvinter. But not just any Ulfhednar, I am something rare. Every now and then you get a being we called an Einherjar which is why I have features that are not so wolf like, and why I'm bigger than even most Lycan's and Werewolves. Legends said that Einherjar were born to do great things, and this seem's to have been at least fairly true. My childhood hero the Iron Valkyrie was a mighty warrior whom slew countless invaders, most notably when swarms of what I'd call monsters swarmed out planet, reverting us almost into a technological dark age. One year when I had the food store stocked up, I went hunting relics. I found the body of my childhood hero slain, but I also found the mighty beast that she killed in her last moments right next to her. Her sword still lodged in its skull." Draig pulls out the broken sword handle and shows it to No-name before sheathing it. "This discovery meant everything to me. While everyone else with me was freaking out at the sight of the frozen monster corpses and the body of a hero of legend, I was taking in the significance of this and what it led me to finding. It signified that many of the legends were deeply rooted in the truth and were not as twisted as one would think, and it led me to uncovering lost weapons technologies. Like what was used to make my gun here. I hope one day to reforge Ulfberht, the hero's sword, but when I do I'll likely have to rename it. I doubt she would mind, better it to be used and loved than to fade into nothingness."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 21:30:55 GMT -5
“I try.” She listens to his story, very much interested. “Wow.. yours is much less.. dark.” She jumps slightly, “So, doesn’t that mean you should have a pretty good reputation? For being a.. um.. that thing you said.” Not wanting to insult him by mispronouncing it.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 21:36:33 GMT -5
"Well you do a very good job then, I still want to see more of your art by the way, especially whatever you were working on just now if you'd let me see it. But as for me and my reputation that would be a no. Did I have a good reputation on that planet? Yes, 100 years or so ago I did. Does that at all affect my reputation here? No. No one else from my planet made it here. I am a no-body here whom is only judged by my appearance and alien mannerisms which is not too different from the treatment you unfairly receive."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 21, 2018 21:41:48 GMT -5
She smiles, “Id love to show you sometime. I’ll make you one if you like them” Before inhaling sharply, “Wwwwweeeellll. There MIGHT be a reason they don’t like me other than what you say. But I don’t think you deserve it.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 21, 2018 21:53:55 GMT -5
Draig thinks for a moment before smiling "Ah I have an idea! Once I get a real place to live, I will buy one of your paintings. Deal? Hey theres more as to why they don't like me too, if you haven't noticed I have a reputation for killing some people, but the problem is people don't look past that. I think I've only brought harm to scum. As for whatever you have done.... Mistakes can be made, thats what forgiveness is for. You're also more likely to do things you normally wouldn't when in a bad situation and or are being treated poorly. See what I'm saying?"
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