Post by Nox Alas on Apr 29, 2012 18:02:12 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][STYLE=font: 20pt georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111; color: #A1A1A1; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-left: 10px;]YOUR LIFE IS,[/style][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #132626, 1px 1px 0px #132626, -1px 0px 0px #132626, 0px 1px 0px #132626, -1px 1px 0px #132626, 0px -1px 0px #132626; color: #eee; text-align: center; margin-left: 50px; text-transform: lowercase;]A COIN IN THE AIR, IT’LL COME DOWN SOMEWHERE [/style] |
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://i1085.photobucket.com/albums/j432/o0XXDIABOLIKAXX0o/gen_bimage.jpg'); width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab268/cliff1572/noctis_icon__version_2_by_yrpt-d31scgd.png); border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #E8DACF; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] Nox listened to Masuyo intently, his attention never really returning to Kim. Strangely enough, Kim entered the class room long ago, but seemed to be content contributing nothing to the conversation whatsoever. What a strange boy he was. And a strange choice on Masuyo’s behalf for her Rain Guardian. Potentially she knew something about him that Nox didn’t. Maybe there was something deep and tranquil about him. Masuyo made a few strange points. She was a strange girl to begin with, some might say. Very intellectual and all of that, but the way she put things was vastly different than anyone Nox had ever spoken to. For some reason they got to talking of roses and once again, Masuyo spoke in Italian. Every rose has a thorn. Both a saying and a song by the American rock band Poison. This conversation moved from talk of history to talk of roses, a transition that took Nox from his strong point in history to his weakness in the gardening field. For the Earth flame, he knew (or cared) very little about gardening. Potentially the conversation of roses was also code. It had to be. A rose symbolizing a beginning. Maybe her Famiglia had a calling card, that being a white rose. It was a tad… cliché in some cases, but it was to each his own. Nox occasionally nodded as Masuyo spoke of more and more. Moving from the white roses to her idea of resetting the foundations of the earth. Once again, Nox felt as if he had to watch her closely. In a conversation where everything had a double meaning, being something called “Earth” made things more and more complicated. Maybe she wanted to attack him for some reason. That wouldn’t make sense at all. She didn’t look like a fighter type at all. She did tie in the story of the Grigori rather well though, he had to give her that. I’m not sure why you wish to “take down the foundations of our world and reset them”, as you put it. An ideal like that just seems far too radical to me. I’m of the mind that we just keep moving, not hit a big redo button. It’s taken us years upon years to get this far, why start over? Nox asked the girl, hoping she had a good set of reasons behind it. Potentially the way she phrased everything just was confusing and lead some in circles of logic. Nox was serious though, he did find that ideal to be far to radical. [/style][STYLE= background-color: #111; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; color: #eee; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]words: 426 . tags: blah . notes: shitty . [/style][/style] |