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Elva
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Dark Star, as played by RolePlayGateway
So begins...
Elva's Story
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Thunk. Thunk. Thunk! The Sturdy alloy of those thick boots heavily meeting the Pavement outside seemed to causing the Windows near the Doors entrance rattle briefly but very briefly. Silence seeming to fall after though this not lasting as the sound of metal crunching briefly followed in a crude manner- however the Door would open none the less- and entered the 'Small' Yet heavily armor Knight, Bright Pink Feather trailing in a non-existent wind or from the pull the suction of the door opening had created.
The 'Knights' Left seeming Severed and rather deformed and over sized arm had technically just crushed the handle..and dug into the Metal of the Door in question...while the other remained at the Knights side- not bound by the flesh of a limb yet mimic the movement and actions ones arm or hand would initially do? Heaven knows if such over sized, clumsy weapons where the Alabervian's real limbs- it would be rather awkward? "Ah. Finally arrived, this damn armor is proving to be nothing but a bother. Mistress Elsa should really rethink of giving this Unit to the Vanguard, a Technomancer Shaped Unit doesn't seem fit for it..no matter how small it was made to adjust the current..frame.." The Alabervian would clear its throat. "Regardless, Unit Number two has seemed to locked up again. Perhaps the link isn't strong enough for two." Elva would seem to take mental notes- lets leave the Arm stuck to the door...for the moment, Elva would merely turn her attention to the counter and then the Patrons people. "Lets see what we have today, perhaps someone I've recorded while I was a Node."
The 'Knights' Left seeming Severed and rather deformed and over sized arm had technically just crushed the handle..and dug into the Metal of the Door in question...while the other remained at the Knights side- not bound by the flesh of a limb yet mimic the movement and actions ones arm or hand would initially do? Heaven knows if such over sized, clumsy weapons where the Alabervian's real limbs- it would be rather awkward? "Ah. Finally arrived, this damn armor is proving to be nothing but a bother. Mistress Elsa should really rethink of giving this Unit to the Vanguard, a Technomancer Shaped Unit doesn't seem fit for it..no matter how small it was made to adjust the current..frame.." The Alabervian would clear its throat. "Regardless, Unit Number two has seemed to locked up again. Perhaps the link isn't strong enough for two." Elva would seem to take mental notes- lets leave the Arm stuck to the door...for the moment, Elva would merely turn her attention to the counter and then the Patrons people. "Lets see what we have today, perhaps someone I've recorded while I was a Node."
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
Ding Ding. The Small Bell hanging above the Pawnshop Door which was located ten or twenty feet away from the scene outside would seem to ring, perhaps it happened in the Alleyway? Explaining why there was a trashcan nearby or perhaps on the sidewalk near the road itself? Regardless formerly Galp now known as Elva would step out of the shop with two large paper bags stuffed with what appears to be junk, such as scrap and a few trinkets at hand.
Elva's attire as to not cause confusion wasn't that suit of armor. Not it was more casual, in the sense it was a Dress, or was it a Blouse and Shorts. Blue and Grays, the Blouse with without sleeves and a regular gray pair of shorts. Sadly such clothes detested the weather as it was a bit chilly however its quite certain Elva wouldn't be bothered by it. The Arms where clearly fake and rather puppet life, attached to the stumps by cup-links and jointed.
Reddish Tinted Oculars fixated ahead as the Orange Sphere with a Silver ring protruding from her forehead seemed to shift. 'True' eye taking in the surrounding for just a brief second as to asses things. It would be only until she 'heard' talking and the sound of someone rummaging through trash would her attention go elsewhere. The Woman or Alabervian turned- bags still at hand as she slowly walked down the sidewalk as to peek around the corner and into the Alleyway. Merely catching the words 'I hate these cases' as a figure coughed into a handkerchief a few times quickly? Then listening briefly more as the Man or creature spoke, eavesdropping wasn't a good idea. "People pay you for cases...?" Perhaps something- and then the chalk outline. Oh boy.
Elva's attire as to not cause confusion wasn't that suit of armor. Not it was more casual, in the sense it was a Dress, or was it a Blouse and Shorts. Blue and Grays, the Blouse with without sleeves and a regular gray pair of shorts. Sadly such clothes detested the weather as it was a bit chilly however its quite certain Elva wouldn't be bothered by it. The Arms where clearly fake and rather puppet life, attached to the stumps by cup-links and jointed.
Reddish Tinted Oculars fixated ahead as the Orange Sphere with a Silver ring protruding from her forehead seemed to shift. 'True' eye taking in the surrounding for just a brief second as to asses things. It would be only until she 'heard' talking and the sound of someone rummaging through trash would her attention go elsewhere. The Woman or Alabervian turned- bags still at hand as she slowly walked down the sidewalk as to peek around the corner and into the Alleyway. Merely catching the words 'I hate these cases' as a figure coughed into a handkerchief a few times quickly? Then listening briefly more as the Man or creature spoke, eavesdropping wasn't a good idea. "People pay you for cases...?" Perhaps something- and then the chalk outline. Oh boy.
Oh? A Private Investigator now? That was a first, when did such people ever come around? When a Murder happened no one seemed to do anything about it or so Elva thought. "Oh? So you're sort of like an Investigator for Hire? You either must be rich or quite witty. Though must Murders around here aren't really kept in the dark." Which was true, you could walk to the local Wal-Mart and see someone eating another alive in broad daylight. And what did anyone else do? Nothing, they walked on by and pretended it wasn't happening. This was most unsettling. Then.
Elva realized the creature was a Talking Skeleton, what sort of Witchery was this? How does something with no muscle, tissue or flesh speak? It went from curiosity about the murder to the Creature in question. "Not to seem rude, and I apologize for interrupting your Job but. Do you mind explaining how you are...still functioning without the proper things needed to do that?" All Elva could see was the Support and Base Structure! With clothes. Though it was awfully rude for her to interrupt it was clear he was busy with this!
Elva realized the creature was a Talking Skeleton, what sort of Witchery was this? How does something with no muscle, tissue or flesh speak? It went from curiosity about the murder to the Creature in question. "Not to seem rude, and I apologize for interrupting your Job but. Do you mind explaining how you are...still functioning without the proper things needed to do that?" All Elva could see was the Support and Base Structure! With clothes. Though it was awfully rude for her to interrupt it was clear he was busy with this!
The Alabervian would look up at the...much taller Skeleton. It would seem it had to be of a Humanoid or Elf type? What other creatures would be that considerably tall? The Alabervian couldn't stand the fact that her Kin where considerably small when before they believed themselves to be average or the norm when it came to height. However it was clear this creature was an Animated Skeleton. "Interesting. If you yourself have no clue I will merely rule it off as an Animated Skeleton. Perhaps the Soul trapped or bound to it by something- a curse?" Anything. It could even be magic, or even the Souls will be so strong it gave the Fleshless Structure life. If a Wisp or Soul could animate a Tree it could animate a Skeleton. However.
"No. Nothing that I haven't heard before. Perhaps a bit of shouting, but that could of been anything." From people arguing or the Boy being murdered- who knows? "However. I didn't see anything, I was inside the Paw Shop..the Owner wouldn't stop trying to con me out of my Money..." Like all Pawn Shop owners, trying to make the most buck per crappy item they had no luck selling.
"No. Nothing that I haven't heard before. Perhaps a bit of shouting, but that could of been anything." From people arguing or the Boy being murdered- who knows? "However. I didn't see anything, I was inside the Paw Shop..the Owner wouldn't stop trying to con me out of my Money..." Like all Pawn Shop owners, trying to make the most buck per crappy item they had no luck selling.
Remained firm in place. It seemed the Skeleton wasn't having much luck. Though he would begin to jot down several notes, or wait scratch out several notes? Sadly people where accustomed to others being killed, not Elva though! Back home violence wasn't remotely possibly unless it be from Wildlife. "Oh? A Second Opinion would say. If I where to shoot a Man in cold blood and on a possibly busy Street about Mid-Day.." And then the Alabervian's CPU or brain would begin to hum as she seemed to think on this, if the killer was Smart... "Well. If the Killer was Clever he or she would be certain the Gun was muzzled. And then merely tuck it away and head off into the crowd like nothing happened. Seeing how people around here are ignorant I would say he wore attire that meant blending in easier. But I might be over estimating the killer, its likely possible it could of been a Bandit or Thug looking to make a quick Buck- though there would of been more bodies... But for a hideaway, it would be any of the generally Vacant Motels, a Local Bar which gathers shady characters, the Slums. Or Gambit's. Though then again this depends on the killer, there's far too many possibilities for my processor to handle."
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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