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**Repster™** · 11-14-2006, 09:37 PM

Ooc: Heh... You to huh? Course... I usually only eat your average advils (regular, extra strength, liquid, doesn't matter.) like candy and tough out the damned pain, no prescriptions for me. S'annoying when it gets to the point on inducing vomit though... but meh. Only one more thing I've gotten used to...

"Tch, stopping a war? Now now, Acradius. That's not very nice. If men wish nothing more the to kill each other, so be it." The voice was what he would expect to hear from a man speaking out from the raging inferno of a burning house. What it came from was somewhat different. He stood there completely ignoring the heaving of the ship as easily as any vernerable sailor, but sailor he did not look like. No shirt, no shoes, no service should, but did not apply to this one. The Time warrior doubted anybody would refuse service to a man with a golden eye, an eye that belonged to a beast more then a human. A man with a long scar that cut him neatly in half from the top of his head, just abovehis left eye, and Acradius could tell that even as it went under his right ribs it kept going around to his back. His head was topped with messy, long but short, blood red hair was at the mercy of the sea breeze, or rebelled against it. It was hard to tell If the breeze went left, so did some of his hair, but some went left, and some did not even seem to be touched.

He wore a thick belt of leather, it seemed to be from a rather large reptilian creature just by the shear thickness and look of it. An ornate silver belt buckle in the shape of a dragon rested on it, not seeming to do anything but be there. Matching silver rings adorned the belt and all but one held a pouch attached. The last held a flask, again silver, this one above his right hip, nestled comfortably in the folds of his loose silk tousers. Those trousers where as white as freshly fallen snow.

His right arm held what was first looked like a tattoo, then was a marking of unknown origin. No ink could replicate a serpentine gold dragon spiraling around an arm in such life like detail. It almost looked like it was about to come off and fly around. Aside from that and the already mentioned, the eye patch with an unknown rune was down right mundane. Although good, his build was nothing to impressive. Until one considered just what this man was. How he stood. Why the motion of the sea did not bother him in the slightest. This man, even with the crazed look in his eye, he was a monk. He body was well toned, broad shouldered, and built for speed, agility, performance, and most of all efficiency. Those obvious muscles, yet nothing to brag about, might as well been the size of a body builders all things considered. Then there was the fact that he was there. Just that made him more dangerous that any of the war machine they stood on.

"So tell me, can you swim in that armor?" His fist smashed into the metal beneath they're feet, and it rippled away from him. The ripple sent Acradius up into the air, where a leaping monk's fist struck him square in the jaw and down he went.
"MAN OVERBOARD!"
The crazed monk cackled out. He lept over the side both hand between his extend legs ad they landed on Acradius that had just been about to fly back up ready to counter. His palms cradled the taller man's head.
"I am Aidan Dreiks child. When I say man overboard I MEAN IT!"
Journeyman had barely an instant before his head exploded. Or rather, there was an explosion of raw fire on the top of his head, but it felt rather like the same thing. This time, he had no controle on his fall.

SPLASH

Aidan landed back on the deck gracefully, putting swans and cats to shame. He took a swig of his flask and waited, the smirk already on his face in full force. This would be fun.

11-14-2006, 09:37 PM	#19
Repster™ Gunjin Mod Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: J'tun ostie d'Acadien. Gender: Posts: 6,024 Thanks: 2 Thanked 29 Times in 20 Posts Points: 1,083.49 Bank: 319,318.93 Total Points: 320,402.42 Donate	Ooc: Heh... You to huh? Course... I usually only eat your average advils (regular, extra strength, liquid, doesn't matter.) like candy and tough out the damned pain, no prescriptions for me. S'annoying when it gets to the point on inducing vomit though... but meh. Only one more thing I've gotten used to... "Tch, stopping a war? Now now, Acradius. That's not very nice. If men wish nothing more the to kill each other, so be it." The voice was what he would expect to hear from a man speaking out from the raging inferno of a burning house. What it came from was somewhat different. He stood there completely ignoring the heaving of the ship as easily as any vernerable sailor, but sailor he did not look like. No shirt, no shoes, no service should, but did not apply to this one. The Time warrior doubted anybody would refuse service to a man with a golden eye, an eye that belonged to a beast more then a human. A man with a long scar that cut him neatly in half from the top of his head, just abovehis left eye, and Acradius could tell that even as it went under his right ribs it kept going around to his back. His head was topped with messy, long but short, blood red hair was at the mercy of the sea breeze, or rebelled against it. It was hard to tell If the breeze went left, so did some of his hair, but some went left, and some did not even seem to be touched. He wore a thick belt of leather, it seemed to be from a rather large reptilian creature just by the shear thickness and look of it. An ornate silver belt buckle in the shape of a dragon rested on it, not seeming to do anything but be there. Matching silver rings adorned the belt and all but one held a pouch attached. The last held a flask, again silver, this one above his right hip, nestled comfortably in the folds of his loose silk tousers. Those trousers where as white as freshly fallen snow. His right arm held what was first looked like a tattoo, then was a marking of unknown origin. No ink could replicate a serpentine gold dragon spiraling around an arm in such life like detail. It almost looked like it was about to come off and fly around. Aside from that and the already mentioned, the eye patch with an unknown rune was down right mundane. Although good, his build was nothing to impressive. Until one considered just what this man was. How he stood. Why the motion of the sea did not bother him in the slightest. This man, even with the crazed look in his eye, he was a monk. He body was well toned, broad shouldered, and built for speed, agility, performance, and most of all efficiency. Those obvious muscles, yet nothing to brag about, might as well been the size of a body builders all things considered. Then there was the fact that he was there. Just that made him more dangerous that any of the war machine they stood on. "So tell me, can you swim in that armor?" His fist smashed into the metal beneath they're feet, and it rippled away from him. The ripple sent Acradius up into the air, where a leaping monk's fist struck him square in the jaw and down he went. "MAN OVERBOARD!" The crazed monk cackled out. He lept over the side both hand between his extend legs ad they landed on Acradius that had just been about to fly back up ready to counter. His palms cradled the taller man's head. "I am Aidan Dreiks child. When I say man overboard I MEAN IT!" Journeyman had barely an instant before his head exploded. Or rather, there was an explosion of raw fire on the top of his head, but it felt rather like the same thing. This time, he had no controle on his fall. *SPLASH* Aidan landed back on the deck gracefully, putting swans and cats to shame. He took a swig of his flask and waited, the smirk already on his face in full force. This would be fun.