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“ I would exercise caution in these parts. Unless, of course, a brutal death is not something that bothers you. ”
The dark knight shifted to close the grate on his helmet, the odd designs and horns scraping noisily against the shadow armor of his bracers. "Were you born a downer or is it an acquired talent?" He joked, shifting to take a better hold on his weapon. "I'm more worried about you. --Jump too high and you might not come back down."
Battle-worn fingers steepled themselves upon the face of a wooden desk, studious eyes never missing a beat as they overlooked the details of a city's plans of growth. Baron had always been prosperous enough without the bustling and hustling of big-city life... but it appeared that change was now on on the horizon, demands for more housing being ushered in with the wind of new babes being born to excited, new mothers. He could only hope that Baron's king would see these through.
The opening of the door across from him caught his attention, a pleasant smile housed on his features. It was an immediate reaction to all who wished to see him-- demure, pleasant and never at all ready to cause trouble. Unless, of course, Kain Highwind were who happened to walk through that door. Memories of his teen years flooded into his head, fingers curling inward to rest against his cheek.
"Hmmm?" He sounded lazily, the pen in his hands tapping mindlessly against the table.
"Ah! Forgive my absense, I was needed to aid in an exodus. Getting people up and on their feet again is quite the task. Was there something you needed?"
If you're a final fantasy character from the games I-VI (1-6) or want to play with one, could you please reblog this so that I could follow you?
rexcarnation
-- Perhaps it was the sudden, heavy downpour that kept Cecil inside, his feet not once daring to leave the tavern in search of a more homely rest. Here was a place where men gathered when their business necessitated the drinking of ales and the watching of women, yet Cecil had come only to purchase their goods. Alcohol was always a prime ingredient when treating burns, after-all, and it never hurt to have some on you in cold places.
But a girl of flaxen hair looked very little like a dancer and much more like the adventurers he was used to striding about. While her clothing did resemble Rosa's a fair bit, he had to say that they still were quite different. He waved politely at her, keeping his eyes upon his drink. It would have been rude otherwise, no? When a Lady entered the room at Baron one would always stand, though he feared now that if he did what little wine he'd taken in would surely knock him off his feet.It would be terrible for a knight of Baron, one who wore the shadow armor, to be seen being so foolish!
ooc - a tale that must be told.
ooc: So let me tell you lot about my morning.
Got up at six to feed the animals, as per usual, walked outside and heard this ungodly noise. It sounded like a chicken screaming.
We don't have chickens.
so this black lab puppy just runs down the road carrying a chicken in its mouth. It takes me a good 30 seconds to react, in which I grab my plastic umbrella and chase it down the road-- half naked, of course. In a nightgown. No bra. What other way could I have possibly done this? My luck.
So after I swatted the dog away from the chicken, who I feared was dead, I found it was alive and breathing. I wrapped it up in the bottom of what I was wearing and carried that chicken home between my legs. It lost a few feathers and had a few teeth marks. We got it checked out and fixed up. Went outside later and found an egg. A fucking egg.
I named her Jerry.
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“Your Majesty! I—I— I am— I hope you are well in health, milord!”
What a pleasant surprise!--the voice of a friend greeting his ear like the gentle hushing of a lullaby. It was nice to rest in the quiet... compared to the sound of laughter and of amused voices that came from so many men, women and children that resounded throughout the palace walls.
"How many times do I have to tell you all? It's just Cecil." His jovial nature shown through even still, one hand upon his hip. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did you need me?" One finger pointed to the painted picture of shock upon his visage, Cecil's ever-bright eyes serving as mirrors to the sky. "I've been so lost in thought. What did you say?"
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The Blond Stranger:
{ ❉ }} — What if one has the power to unite both? Light and darkness? What if one had the might to merge both,love and power,together? His was a simple disposition; a chaste aim. He longed for a world in which good and evil were balanced. A world in which men did no longer strive after fame and fortune but love and unity - a world in which the heart remained a value and nothing humanity took for granted. Snow often pondered about these basic ideals for he was a man who attempted to turn this world into a better place. — Heroes always lived on the bright side of life
These gleaming hues had narrowed below a somewhat thoughtful pair of bushy brows. Drapped in his cloak and the rest of his rather worn out attire he was nothing but a joke figure next to that ‘knight’. Fingers shot upward in order to scratch the back of his blond head The letters the other had phrased featured an immense meaning for a man raised up in an orphanage who owned nothing but a heart made of gold back then.
” Looks like the two of us know what’s up. It’s about time that the rest of the world gets the meaning of these words. “
Cecil Harvey
"The world knows their meaning, they only fail to act upon them." A smile graced the purple paint of tired lips , slender fingers curved around his choice of spirit.
The wine was red wine, reminding much of worn rose petals that would come the earth when long dead. Perhaps moreso would the colour stain his fingers should he dip them, just as wine so red had stained the streets of many a city where the knight of baron walked in past.
The once-famed captain of the Red Wings, those who trekked across the skies on a ship that defied gravity. A ship that seemed to escape land so well that one might even fly to the moon upon it, the wind in their hair. That had been what Cecil missed the most-- the feeling of a cold breeze that pressed against his face... but that feeling had gone long ago when he'd taken upon him a helmet of dark tidings.
An almost shrill laughed escaped he who would be king, a jovial smile replacing that which had once seemed so tired and worn. He offered a free gauntlet to the vagrant, head canted in his direction.
"Ah, I am sorry. Please forgive my musings, I am so used to being in the presence of a King that I am not yet used to being one, myself. What is your name?"
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"Don't worry; Rosa was sleeping before I left. You said you wanted to see me... --is something wrong?"
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"An Honest Man Has Honest Dreams."
ReversexPenumbra is a Cecil Harvey roleplay blog from Final Fantasy IV. Currently independent, but looking at group options.
OC-friendly, Will RP with anyone, but I’m selective of who I follow as to keep my dash clutter-free (low data package).
Writing for a very long time. Have been rping off of tumblr for a few years. On tumblr for almost a year.
Tends to stay in the para / multi-para range, but I love banter and crack as much as the next person.
Tell me if you have any triggers so I can add them to my list of what I need to tag!
Mun is 18+ years of age, as is the muse. Please let me know if you are not ahead of time as to keep things minor-friendly.
A Knight’s Tale ♚ Chivalry Code ♚ Unending Myth
"I'm not here to start a fight. But if you draw that blade, it is my duty as a knight... no, as a m a n, to match your steel with steel!"
"In everything dwells the power of light and dark, but what one lacks is the strength to use them."
It was a voice that belonged to a man of great caliber, lucious locks of starlit-shade left to spill out from beneath a circlet coloured gold. "There are a great many things that might deter a young hero, love or power. But all that matters is what's here," Cecil tapped upon the exterior of his armor, just above his heart. "What's inside."
