Log – Differing Similarities (1/2)

Intro: another small RP log this one was about six days ago, mostly a response to Contrary’s little outburst last time. 😉 Enjoy.

** Location Description **

Kingsdale – Mana Ave and Wizard St

This is Wizard Street, by the standards of living this used to be one of the highest in all of the city. But now it lies in ruin, for several blocks around there lies nothing but destruction and rubble. Only the few buildings on the east side of the street towards where the Monlith used to stand. And there are not many of those either.

** Roan Description **

The man under your gaze is quite tall, a little over 6 feet in height. He seems to be in his late teens or early twenties. Raven black hair falls fluidly over this man’s muscled shoulders, its soft texture smoothing out his hardened features. His face is tanned and worn by weather, speaking of the harder times he faced. He is quite handsome, his sharp features molded from the chaos that bred this man. He walks with a steady grace and agility, almost unnatural for someone his size. This man has changed significantly from his first arrival in Kingsdale. His eyes no longer hold the aspiring wonder they once contained. The driven edge of ambition consumes his eyes, sizing up the world as it stands. In the company of friends this edge is dulled and the boyhood wonderment emerges once again, behind the veil of his ambition.

Black armor conforms around this figure’s every curve. The face of the figure is hidden behind the black, reflective, face plate that is locked into the helmet of the armor. A multi-optic band wraps itself around the forehead of the helmet, obviously in easy reach of being pulled down. A strong, wide belt is secured around the waist of this figure. A Wilk’s Backup is holstered

on the right hand side of the belt with a e-clip container secured behind it. On the other side of the belt is a secured MP-10 with several clips of ammunition behind it as well. Around the back of the belt are sheathed three very strange knives. Their hilts are organic looking, almost as if they had been carved out of something living. Two smaller 12 inch knives rest on each side of a larger 16 inch knife that are all sheathed on the backside of the belt for some reason. A vibro-sword hilt that has been strangely modified is holstered towards the center of the belt. Another hilt, shaped like a Katana, is strapped to the figure’s left arm as some kind of forearm weapon. Overal this figure seems to be bristling with weapons, but why?

** Contrary Description **

At six foot eight, Contrary is a big girl with her healthy build mixing a strong musculature and rounded, feminine figure. Her fur is a solid shade of slate gray, short and orderly. Her vulpine features are an exotic addition to an otherwise humanoid body, eyes strange in that the orbs themselves appear to be silver with grey irises that match her hide. Her hair is silvered in hue, long enough to drape her shoulders, yet at the moment it has been pulled back into a bland ponytail.

She wears a solid black shirt over her full chest that leaves her shoulders bare, held up by slim shoulder straps instead. It descends to a point just above her bellybutton, the lower inch and a half of the shirt is trimmed with a ring of shiny silver material. The sleeves descend to her elbows, where the dark fabric ends, only extending loosely a few more inches under her forearms.

A baggy pair of dark blue cargo pants are worn, riding precariously loose on her hips. The legs are dotted with pockets that close with silvered snaps. What holds gravity at bay is a belt composed of chain links. Four links wide it’s made up of silver, golden, brass and bronze colored links in random patterns. Clipped to her right hip is a PDD player, its headphones hooked between her and the player. On her left hip is a six inch long canvas sheath with the tip of a snuggly secured balisong knife peeking out. Half hidden by the just-to-long legs of her jeans are a pair of dark gray sneakers, black laces tied up in double knots.

Her accessories are varied, her triangular ears pierced, the left’s tip holding two rings, one with a small bell and the other with a silvered ankh dangling. The right has three studs of alternating silver and dull gold along each side. Another slight ring pierces her bellybutton, a tiny, quarter inch YinYang charm hung from it. Her wrists are bound by black leather bands that are lined with a double row of silvered studs, her hands bearing a pair of black leather palm gloves. A slim black choker is wrapped about her neck, a small ivory skull mounted at its center, above her throat.

** Role Play Start **

Roan walks calmly down the wizard street, not with a definate purpose by the calm pace of his stride. His form remains armored, as always, and he seems to just look back and forth among the shops. Interestingly he stops on the side of the street for a moment to take a look at the building that used to be run by Duscha, Mystic Jewlers.

Contrary is standing across the street from that shop, out of the way of the lighter foot traffic through. How long she’s been there is an uncertain thing, staring at it from afar. Enough, that she seems oblivious to those around her for the most part. Her expression is a strange mix of curiosity and confusion, one hand holding tight to the satchel strap over her shoulder.

Roan looks at the shop for a minute or so before he seems to resign himself to the reality that contains him and he looks around. His eyes fall upon the form of the vixen and he pauses slightly while he considers something, before walking over to the humanoid who has been the talk of the kingdom as of late.

Contrary does get the occasional look, if only from her tall stature and general appearance. All of which se ignores, apparently lost in some thought. Through, as Roan draws near she shakes her head a little and snaps out of it. Her brow furrows as she gives the building one last look, one more critical and aware, before turning.. to see Roan approaching directly before her. She pulls up short and then takes a step back, looking at the smaller man with a moment of irritated expectation.

Roan simply looks at you for a moment, not speaking for a few seconds before finally the agony of silence is broken. “It would seem that you and I share more in common than meets the eye, as much as you or I might like to think otherwise.” The figure’s voice seems to carry a bit of humor in the end of it.

The slight irritation resurfaces during those few moments, but it’s largely held to the side. Roan’s words are met with a slight shrug of Contrary’s shoulders. “Are you going to tell me what this thing is, or are you going to change the subject again?”, she asks, tone on the firm side, crossing her arms over her chest.