Patroklos Alexander ( Πάτροκλος Αλέξανδρος) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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vatheon2012-05-29 07:36 pm
theholywarrior) wrote in vatheon2012-05-29 07:36 pm
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A Wayward Savior
Who: Patroklos & Whomever finds him
When: Midday
Where: Plaza (Or rather wandering away from the main plaza)
Style: Prose & action both welcomed
Status: Open
[ If it hadn't been for the unusual kindness of a local woman, Patroklos would have never stirred from consciousness. The blond had to have been out for a few minutes, fifteen at max. The one who solidly nailed him in the back of his head with that book was long forgotten by him. However, the dull headache he now sports won't allow him to forget that he was bested by a mere book. Wobbly rising to his feet as he clutched his head in dire distress, Patroklos eyes widened once caught glimpse of the blue-silver blade. Laying right before his feet was none other than the coveted Soul Calibur gleaming in all its brilliance. Staring at the sword with mild wonder, Patroklos hesitated to reach for it. ]
That sword...
[ His voice was laced with agony. ]
It's more than what it seems to be.
[ Unsure what to do now, Patroklos gingerly picked up the spirit sword by its hilt and sheathed it once more. ]
...nhhm...
[ Now holding his head with both hands once the headache intensified, Patroklos slowly began to walk down the avenue aimlessly. ]
When: Midday
Where: Plaza (Or rather wandering away from the main plaza)
Style: Prose & action both welcomed
Status: Open
[ If it hadn't been for the unusual kindness of a local woman, Patroklos would have never stirred from consciousness. The blond had to have been out for a few minutes, fifteen at max. The one who solidly nailed him in the back of his head with that book was long forgotten by him. However, the dull headache he now sports won't allow him to forget that he was bested by a mere book. Wobbly rising to his feet as he clutched his head in dire distress, Patroklos eyes widened once caught glimpse of the blue-silver blade. Laying right before his feet was none other than the coveted Soul Calibur gleaming in all its brilliance. Staring at the sword with mild wonder, Patroklos hesitated to reach for it. ]
That sword...
[ His voice was laced with agony. ]
It's more than what it seems to be.
[ Unsure what to do now, Patroklos gingerly picked up the spirit sword by its hilt and sheathed it once more. ]
...nhhm...
[ Now holding his head with both hands once the headache intensified, Patroklos slowly began to walk down the avenue aimlessly. ]
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...Ah, of course. I didn't mean for that to get so...out of hand. However, I trust that we're both fine or least I am.
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I hope so, and that your disagreement won't be a continual problem. It's better to have semblance of law and order, even here, I think.
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[ Being that he wields the fabled spirit sword, Patroklos certainly views himself as the upholder of peace. ]
However, if threatened, surely a knight such as yourself shan't judge me too harshly for taking action.
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[ Ky can't completely tell, but he's sure that he hasn't ever seen this man before. ]
And I hope that your behavior in the future will support your words.
[ Ky is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now. ]