"I'm the guy who approached you in an attempt to repair your broken ancle before your rival carried you off earlier."

"Ah, yes. I remember now. My vision was a bit blurred as my consciousness was fading. That aside, I'm rather surprised this many of you are brave enough to approach me. If I were in any other mood your entrails would be spillt by now." She seemed to be talking more to herself again as she rambled on about the increase of random strangers.

"Yeah, I'm real ballsy!" Mathias sais with a slight glee, "Anyways I could't help notice that you have this odd scar..."

At the mention of her scar Nighleena pounced on Mathias, The curved sickle of her Kusari-gama pressed to his throat. "Do NOT ever mention it again if you value your pitiful life!" The words shot from her mask-covered mouth like searing hot needles, her glare, murderous.

 

She got up off of his chest and sat back, the raging inferno writhing in her was apparent in Nighleena's poise. It only took seconds for the infuriated assassin to collect her reserve, but just barely.

(I honestly don't know how to reply to this.... at all.. o-o )

Kemios watched the almost-fight scene with a smirk on his face. "Finally, something entertaining besides beer and Joel." He then leaned back on the cavern wall and promptly fell asleep. Joel decided to join him, and fell asleep curled up at his feet. Both snored rather loudly.

Mathias stayed calm.

"Why? Is that scar on your eye supposed to be a secret? I just wondered how you got it."

(its slashed diagonally across her lips, not eye. The mask is referenced numerous times to get that info out there :P)

don't you think thats a huge cliché?

(I was talking about the mark, though I guessed you'd believe I ment that.)

Hex, having a scar anywhere is cliche' these days, so is someone who doesn't, To create a character that in no way shape or form has traits of a character elsewhere in the world of fantasy is extremely unlikely, even for the professionals. Stop trolling the thread and go bother someone else.

 

(Mather, My bad on that one. Thought when you said scar you meant lips since its a tattoo on the eye, Nighleena remains thinking you meant scar though. xD)

Looking at the newcomer she immediately dismissed him in her thoughts (Only Nex's character knows her name atm). As the cavern started to get crowded, the dragons mewled in protest. Seeing that they would not have peace, they flew up through a tunnel in the higher portion of the cavern.

(What? Are you referring to the fact that only Grim and I know my name, or that only I know your name?)

"So, Nighleena, I assume you met Galleus? He never can keep his mitts out of my business in the worlds. Let me guess, you tried to fight him?"

(Sorry for the short post, dinner!)

Looking at the strange man like he was insane, Nighleena wondered who he was talking about, "I have absolutely no clue as to who you are referring to." She turned to Earth still getting slapped around and let out an annoyed sigh.

 

Walking over to Lelantos, she delivered a swift kick to his shoulder to knock him off of Earth. "He's awake, you fool." Still looking at Lelantos, Nighleena helped Earth to his feet by grasping a clump of his hair and pulling him up that way.

Caught unawares by the kick, Lelantos was knocked to the side. He swung around and jumped up, before answering his attacker. "I.. er.... I knew that. You didn't need to kick me though, you could have just said so. What you did was just rude" He says, scowling at Nighleena.

 

He looked rather annoyed, but that quickly changed as he let out another sigh. His face had changed back to it's normal lazy smile, as he placed his hand out into the air to wlcome a handshake. "My name is..." He checks his bracelet again, before continuing, "My name's Lelantos. How about you?"

Nighleena ignored his offer of friendship and walked past him towards the entrance to the cavern, muttering, "Idiot," under her breath as she made way to leave.

 

She had to brush up on a few techniques since lately most of them were a bit out of practice. First, the man in the white coat who surprised her. Then the broken ankle scene. Her skills were slipping too much, she didn't have time to waste on these fools.

"er... thanks for getting the crazy person off me." i say as stay standing. (i was standing up dude, how the eff was your charecter still thinking i was out?) "maybe i should get more weapons then a few poisons and good boxing lessons. " i say, as i walk over to the injured dragon, and remove the arrow from its eye.

(Dragons flew off, the commotion forced them to flee earlier. And why are you thanking me for yanking you to your feet by the hair? xD)

one dragon got shot in the eye. imthanking you for getting ross off me.

(Wasn't the mark supposedly burned in?)

"If you tell me how you got it then I can tell you how I got some of my scars." Mathias sais, then he pulls down his right sleeve, his arm looking unharmed untill you upon clloser examination see a cut across his index finger, several small cuts at the thumb, four wierd marks at the back of his hand, two dot-like scars on his arm, a long scar going from the inside of his elbow and 2/3 up his lower arm, a slightly large scar shaped oddly like Australia, including a small Tasmania bellow and the outlike of a heart with K.S. inscribed in it.

"Though I'm sure yours has a more interesting story than any of mine."

(mather, nothing like that unmentionable time in d'neering, where we had a huge amount of posts bashed off the thread.)

(Don't worry, there's no noughty reason for any of them. Only one some of you might find sad.)

(ah, okay.i meant you seem to be hitting on Ieys charecter.)

It took her a second, but she decided it couldn't hurt to put a little scare into the curious. Turning to face him, Nighleena closed her right eye to reveal the mark. Her words were synical as they slid from her lips like ice, "This brand, this...tattoo, is the mark only the most skilled of the Overseer's assassins are given." With that single sentence, she turned to the cavern entrance and left. She had unfinished business to attend.

 

(I think my character's bipolar O_o)

Of course she is, she drinks tea!

 

And that's a few points to your Mary-Sue score, Dedly.

(Ah damn.)

Mathias turns to the two brawlers and the odd man.

"Any of you care to hear about my scars, though they were not gotten exciting ways some of them were odd."