ooc: kept for my own reference.
this was my RP sample, which kinda peeved me.
The stone pavement of the hundred stairs appeared to stretch for eternity--the rain's remnants leaving them a with a glossified shine. Slippery, they seemed, as the first step was taken; he could feel a bit of moist as the bottom of his robes absorbed all that's left on the ground: water. Reminiscence of what's happened? Hah! It was the Kingdom's loss for the boot of his services, which had granted Wei much victories thus far. With him gone, will the Kingdom live on? His self-respect told him 'no', and he gladly agreed with himself. Wei is nothing without him.
His pace increased as he continued down, his thoughts quickening time. No sooner, he found himself at the bottom of the steps behind him. Yi rotated his body around, right hand clutching the golden handle of his raven-feathered fan, his ebony gaze fell upon the castle before him. All he could manage was a curt 't'ch' before speaking. "You lose me, you lose the war," he told no one in particular--but it was indirectly pointed towards Cao Cao, his once Lord.
And he started away from the castle until he reached the two guards at the giant gate, which was painted brown with golden handles; faces of lions with a ring through their nose. The servicemen gripped upon the handle, and then pulled the gate open--his access to freedom was just outside the door. His expression was dull as they bowed down, and he started towards the exit. Before he was out, Yi stopped his steps to slip his last few words:
"Stay alive; it will be your only key to survival," and he chuckled to add to the guard's questioning gaze. "But even so would be difficult, do you not agree? The enemy you pitiful rogues are facing is Zhuge Liang; keep that in mind." He tapped his own metal helmet with the aforementioned fan, smirking, and left the two men to wonder.
The gate was hesitantly shut close, and Sima Yi was sure of so because he was about a few yards away when he heard the closing sound effect. His chest felt light as he gave a final exhale, feeling the rain on him once again…and he couldn't control the growl that escaped his mouth. If God should know anything, He should know that Sima Yi hates being caught in the rain, especially in times when he already felt that the world was against him. Then again, it was their lost. His robes felt heavier than before, causing him to remove his armored helmet just to feel a little lighter, and gods did it feel great. The piece of armor clunked against the dirt ground as he threw it somewhere he wouldn't see again.
…Ah, yes. That was some relief. His hair was in a damp ponytail, and he resisted all urges to pull the band from its place. It was frustrating him more than anything, his hair. Well, false statement; -everything- was irksome to him at the moment: his clothes, his hair, his thoughts, the rain, Zhuge Liang, the empire, the whole damned world. And what's that light over there? Whatever it was, he hated it too.
Sima Yi took a couple blinks as he examined the light with more focus, as the rain was blurring his vision. The light traveled into the mist, leaving behind a cloudy trail. What is that? He didn't quite understand, and he ran towards it as fast as his two feet could carry him (although the robes made it all the more difficult). He must've spent a while staring at such wonder, because the rain had stopped when he came back to reality.
He stepped upon the mist, finding it fascinating that it was solid rather than a bunch of clouds. Even more so, it lead to a block of mist, and he found himself walking along the trail--the mist being an entrance to a world he's never seen before.
The stone pavement of the hundred stairs appeared to stretch for eternity--the rain's remnants leaving them a with a glossified shine. Slippery, they seemed, as the first step was taken; he could feel a bit of moist as the bottom of his robes absorbed all that's left on the ground: water. Reminiscence of what's happened? Hah! It was the Kingdom's loss for the boot of his services, which had granted Wei much victories thus far. With him gone, will the Kingdom live on? His self-respect told him 'no', and he gladly agreed with himself. Wei is nothing without him.
His pace increased as he continued down, his thoughts quickening time. No sooner, he found himself at the bottom of the steps behind him. Yi rotated his body around, right hand clutching the golden handle of his raven-feathered fan, his ebony gaze fell upon the castle before him. All he could manage was a curt 't'ch' before speaking. "You lose me, you lose the war," he told no one in particular--but it was indirectly pointed towards Cao Cao, his once Lord.
And he started away from the castle until he reached the two guards at the giant gate, which was painted brown with golden handles; faces of lions with a ring through their nose. The servicemen gripped upon the handle, and then pulled the gate open--his access to freedom was just outside the door. His expression was dull as they bowed down, and he started towards the exit. Before he was out, Yi stopped his steps to slip his last few words:
"Stay alive; it will be your only key to survival," and he chuckled to add to the guard's questioning gaze. "But even so would be difficult, do you not agree? The enemy you pitiful rogues are facing is Zhuge Liang; keep that in mind." He tapped his own metal helmet with the aforementioned fan, smirking, and left the two men to wonder.
The gate was hesitantly shut close, and Sima Yi was sure of so because he was about a few yards away when he heard the closing sound effect. His chest felt light as he gave a final exhale, feeling the rain on him once again…and he couldn't control the growl that escaped his mouth. If God should know anything, He should know that Sima Yi hates being caught in the rain, especially in times when he already felt that the world was against him. Then again, it was their lost. His robes felt heavier than before, causing him to remove his armored helmet just to feel a little lighter, and gods did it feel great. The piece of armor clunked against the dirt ground as he threw it somewhere he wouldn't see again.
…Ah, yes. That was some relief. His hair was in a damp ponytail, and he resisted all urges to pull the band from its place. It was frustrating him more than anything, his hair. Well, false statement; -everything- was irksome to him at the moment: his clothes, his hair, his thoughts, the rain, Zhuge Liang, the empire, the whole damned world. And what's that light over there? Whatever it was, he hated it too.
Sima Yi took a couple blinks as he examined the light with more focus, as the rain was blurring his vision. The light traveled into the mist, leaving behind a cloudy trail. What is that? He didn't quite understand, and he ran towards it as fast as his two feet could carry him (although the robes made it all the more difficult). He must've spent a while staring at such wonder, because the rain had stopped when he came back to reality.
He stepped upon the mist, finding it fascinating that it was solid rather than a bunch of clouds. Even more so, it lead to a block of mist, and he found himself walking along the trail--the mist being an entrance to a world he's never seen before.