Grant
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Aug 7, 2012 11:41:44 GMT -5
Post by Grant on Aug 7, 2012 11:41:44 GMT -5
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| Grant rubbed his nose, as it began to turn itself into a soft pink, the mixed stench of sea water, assorted fish and unhygienic low-lives, just wasn't something he was used to. Keeping one hand over the lower half of his face, he pulled out the small slip of paper he had noted down the address for the pub they were meant to meet at, and get started on their mission with. Getting shoved aside by large men passing by, he could hardly make his way through the crowd without making a full 360 and realize he was going in the wrong direction. The small slip he had not only wielded the address, but a small map a friend of his had drawn out for him. So far? Useless.
Knowing the mission didn't include going into dangerous deserts, going underwater, venturing to the top of a icy cold mountain, (A.K.A A damn deathtrap.) he dressed in his normal attire. His black pants, of which were on the tighter side, along with your simple, classic sweatshirt, which was black with pitch black purple sleeves to compliment. He seemed to dress dark most all of the time, but he thought if he looked like his magic, he'd make a cooler appearance to those he face.
Finally finding his way away from the large crowds, and the deadly scent, he could finally map out where it was on the small map drawn on the slip he was given. Sticking to the emptier streets, he finally found his way through, the tavern ending up before his eyes. His topaz eyes visual scanned the tavern's sign, confirming with him mentally that he had actually found his way through a foreign city. Entering the tavern, the smell of alcohol and pure stupidity filled his nose once more, as he quickly whipped his hand back over his nose. Knowing the guild master would be here as well, he looked for he, eventually spotting her in the back with a rather large man. He concluded it was the mage from Fairy Tail that they were working with. Approaching the two, he smiled, and began a slight introduction.
"Does the stench in here only bother me?" He asked, sounding a bit strange considering his nose was covered. x x |
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shizuo
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Aug 7, 2012 11:43:03 GMT -5
Post by shizuo on Aug 7, 2012 11:43:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 200px; align: center; text-align: center; border: 4px dotted black; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 15px; background-color: purple ;,bTable][cs=3][atrb=style,vertical-align:top;text-align:right; border-bottom: 2px solid purple; padding:0px] [STYLE=font-family:times ; color: black ; font-size: 30px; line-height: 48px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; border-bottom: 0px black ; border-top: 0px solid black ; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: 10px;] |►Dalton G. Cooper◄| [/style]ダルトン助成・クーパー
| Grant rubbed his nose, as it began to turn itself into a soft pink, the mixed stench of sea water, assorted fish and unhygienic low-lives, just wasn't something he was used to. Keeping one hand over the lower half of his face, he pulled out the small slip of paper he had noted down the address for the pub they were meant to meet at, and get started on their mission with. Getting shoved aside by large men passing by, he could hardly make his way through the crowd without making a full 360 and realize he was going in the wrong direction. The small slip he had not only wielded the address, but a small map a friend of his had drawn out for him. So far? Useless.
Knowing the mission didn't include going into dangerous deserts, going underwater, venturing to the top of a icy cold mountain, (A.K.A A damn deathtrap.) he dressed in his normal attire. His black pants, of which were on the tighter side, along with your simple, classic sweatshirt, which was black with pitch black purple sleeves to compliment. He seemed to dress dark most all of the time, but he thought if he looked like his magic, he'd make a cooler appearance to those he face.
Finally finding his way away from the large crowds, and the deadly scent, he could finally map out where it was on the small map drawn on the slip he was given. Sticking to the emptier streets, he finally found his way through, the tavern ending up before his eyes. His topaz eyes visual scanned the tavern's sign, confirming with him mentally that he had actually found his way through a foreign city. Entering the tavern, the smell of alcohol and pure stupidity filled his nose once more, as he quickly whipped his hand back over his nose. Knowing the guild master would be here as well, he looked for he, eventually spotting her in the back with a rather large man. He concluded it was the mage from Fairy Tail that they were working with. Approaching the two, he smiled, and began a slight introduction.
"Does the stench in here only bother me?" He asked, sounding a bit strange considering his nose was covered. x x |
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