Post by Elpharae on May 5, 2016 0:24:26 GMT
Dear Athena,
You may have received a message concerning a player joining our guild from Rue earlier, as we are both scouting for guild members currently for Elysian. This message shall serve as a recommendation of a sort, or rather a notification of a player wanting to join. His name is Flint. While skilled enough with his shield and weapon of choice, and eager enough to join, the player is personally not my favorite. He seemed rather arrogant and rude, and though while not major faults, they can cause some damage to our guild's reputation. But in the event that you do decide to agree to this member joining, I will support your decision. I believe in your judgement, after all.
Rue cut in with a sharp, reprimanding remark, and Elpharae merely paused in his typing, multiple emotions flitting in his head as his face remained impassive, eyes revealing nothing but a gentle sincerity. "In that case, my apologies, Rue. I wasn't aware of the repercussions of the battle and the state I had shown then on the guild. A mistake on my part, it seems. I will rectify that in case of future reference, then." By then, the girl had left to wait in the circle, and he closed his eyes momentarily. Turning his head to return to his message, he blinked slowly before realizing where he left off, continuing on with just typing his name.
-Elpharae-
The brunet finished off and then rested his head in his chin, awaiting Rue’s challenger to appear, eyes calm. Huge, golden-white clouds rolled by, a touch of idealistic spirit inside of their golden-white depths, the blue curling into the pure clearness of the vaporized water with all the elegance of a lacy parasol, the clouds seemingly nostalgic and delicate, he noticed, tilting his head up to view the blue and white soaring above him. The sky was a quiet, subdued blue, like a person hiding away their true feelings, but it had a vivid saturation rather like ferocity, tugging at his senses and ordering the brunet to look closer.
It was with an interested eye that the green player began appraising the reality of the current landscape, and he marveled over the tiny, realistic niches in objects, so realistic and yet not, the smooth sensation of wind on his skin, loving and caressing, and resisted the urge to touch it with the edge of his fingertips. Elpharae blinked slowly, letting the air part his eyelashes and hair delicately, a soothing touch that almost didn't exist if he ignored it.
You may have received a message concerning a player joining our guild from Rue earlier, as we are both scouting for guild members currently for Elysian. This message shall serve as a recommendation of a sort, or rather a notification of a player wanting to join. His name is Flint. While skilled enough with his shield and weapon of choice, and eager enough to join, the player is personally not my favorite. He seemed rather arrogant and rude, and though while not major faults, they can cause some damage to our guild's reputation. But in the event that you do decide to agree to this member joining, I will support your decision. I believe in your judgement, after all.
Rue cut in with a sharp, reprimanding remark, and Elpharae merely paused in his typing, multiple emotions flitting in his head as his face remained impassive, eyes revealing nothing but a gentle sincerity. "In that case, my apologies, Rue. I wasn't aware of the repercussions of the battle and the state I had shown then on the guild. A mistake on my part, it seems. I will rectify that in case of future reference, then." By then, the girl had left to wait in the circle, and he closed his eyes momentarily. Turning his head to return to his message, he blinked slowly before realizing where he left off, continuing on with just typing his name.
-Elpharae-
The brunet finished off and then rested his head in his chin, awaiting Rue’s challenger to appear, eyes calm. Huge, golden-white clouds rolled by, a touch of idealistic spirit inside of their golden-white depths, the blue curling into the pure clearness of the vaporized water with all the elegance of a lacy parasol, the clouds seemingly nostalgic and delicate, he noticed, tilting his head up to view the blue and white soaring above him. The sky was a quiet, subdued blue, like a person hiding away their true feelings, but it had a vivid saturation rather like ferocity, tugging at his senses and ordering the brunet to look closer.
It was with an interested eye that the green player began appraising the reality of the current landscape, and he marveled over the tiny, realistic niches in objects, so realistic and yet not, the smooth sensation of wind on his skin, loving and caressing, and resisted the urge to touch it with the edge of his fingertips. Elpharae blinked slowly, letting the air part his eyelashes and hair delicately, a soothing touch that almost didn't exist if he ignored it.