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Gameplay => In-Game Roleplay Events => Topic started by: Mariana Xiechai on April 10, 2012, 10:18:30 am
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Hey all. I always wanted a little forum thread just for the random role plays that seemed to flow really well, and that you especially enjoyed. Maybe as just a shout out to the person who instigated it, just to encourage them, or maybe just because it's fun to read what people are up to. That said, I'll start:
(23:07:57) Sarras pauses for a few seconds. "Hm. Okay. Coming right up." She heads back inside to buy a water pouch from Allelia.
(23:07:59) Travosh is too much of a jerk to help
(23:08:30) Mariana slowly raises her head from her arms. She's still twitching, eyes glassy wiht pain-induced tears, but she does turn towards the exit. She moves stiffly towards the man, and waving her paws, attempts to draw heat out of him.
(23:09:06) Sarras tosses a water pouch at Elires's head. "Here."
(23:09:35) Elires doesnt even acknowledge the pouch as it bounces from his head, his eyes rolling back in his head and his flesh roils
(23:10:12) Mariana continues to try to draw heat from Elires, her eyes glowing with the soft dull throb of red way, her bracers shimmering. "C'mon," she grunts, teeth still gritted in pain. "C'mon, then."
(23:10:15) Valika says: What do you expect from me, madman?
(23:10:59) Sarras seems disappointed that her attempt at help failed.
(23:11:31) Elires's teeth are popping out, his jaw growing and splitting out of his face, forming into a maw with sharp teeth as fire, yes REAL fire bursts from his throat in a short gout. His body is creaking and cracking, his arms bulge and his skin splits under the stress
(23:11:53) Sarras says: What the hell.
(23:12:29) Mariana barely even blinks. "Well, shit," she says. Clearly she's dealt with the paranormal before, but this one is a first. She seems rather out of it from her pounding headache, but she does her best and trying to put out the flames, coaxing forth more of her magical energy.
(23:12:57) Valika says: You should find a doctor. That doesn't seem healthy.
(23:14:01) Elires's spine splits out of his back, ridges with sharp bone, his feet split as well, forming claws paws, just as his hands enlargen and split, bone poking through to form claws, he turns his ruined face, maw and all towards Sarras, and spews flame at her face
(23:15:47) Sarras tries to dodge, but just falls on her bottom. The flames miss by a couple feet. She holds her arms in front of her face and rolls to the right.
(23:15:50) Mariana swears and shifts her paws at the flames, rapidly, in a motion that attempts to manipulate them and force them diving towards the cobblestones.
(23:16:41) Elires flames are manipulated towards the cobblestones, his arms, lengthened, push him up and forward towards Mariana
(23:18:07) Mariana skips to the side away from the charred stones. She lets out an agonized sound as Elires manages to grab her arm, and she grapples with her free paw at her sabre, pulling it free with a metallic ring and slashing wildly at the possessed man's chest.
(23:18:16) Sarras hops to her feet and asks Mariana rapidly, "Whatdoido? Whatdoido?!"
(23:19:16) Elires hangs on, bone-claws trying to punch through armor. His chest is slashed open, to exposing a rib cage breaking and shifting. He tries to bring up his other hand to grab her shoulder
(23:21:26) Mariana lets out a horrified scream as a tremendous popping sound is heard in her arm. The armor crunches inward, forming a harmful, archaic brace, and the pain is unbearable. It sends the akkaio into a panic-induced rage. Fire pours from her blade and she lashes wildly, shifing to avoid the hand coming for her shoulder, aiming to decapitate Elires. "SARRAS!" She shrieks, her voice agonized. "STAB IT! STAB THE DAMN THING!"
(23:22:41) Elires's neck is caught by the blade, the blade sinks deep, flingin Elires head first to the ground, his hand wrenches free from her arm
(23:23:25) Sarras whines, "Ooookaay!" Her sword makes a scratching sound as she withdraws it. She charges at Elires, the tip of the sword aiming at his chest, and ducks under his arm.
(23:24:34) Mariana stumbles backwards in agony, clutching at her arm. Not only is the thing totally broken at an unnatural angle, blood is pouring down from where her damaged armor has punctured deep into her bicep. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she loosens her grip on her saber as she sinks to her knees a pace away.
(23:25:16) Elires's back is impaled on sarras' sword, blood wells around the blade. He pushes himself up with his large arms, trying to wrench the blade out of Sarras's hand. Leaving with the choice of leaving it in his back, or being pulled close to his snapping jaws
(23:26:15) Mariana focuses her pain into anger. Her eyes latch on the creatures still presumably open chest, looking for a sign of something....of vital organs, or perhaps a heart.
(23:27:55) Sarras is forced to release her sword. As she jumps back, away from the teeth, she frantically waves her hands around to cast defensive wind. A whirling gust picks up and surrounds her body.
(23:29:08) Elires is buffeted back by the wind, reeling on his legs he stumbles, opening the long horizontel gash on his chest, blackened lungs can be seen behind the ribs
(23:30:28) Mariana's breathing quickens. She slowly peels her lips back from her teeth and raises her paw, a dull red, throbbing glow coursing up her good arm. Spittle-stained with blood-leaks from the corner of her muzzle from where she's bitten into her own tongue, but she keeps her focus, and as she stares at the creature's lungs, she attempts to light the delicate tissue aflame.
(23:31:38) Sarras starts hopping on one leg as she unlatches the dagger from her boot. She seems to be having some trouble, though, and begins hopping in circles. "Where are the guards?!"
(23:32:15) Elires falls back, his chest aflame as he falls on his rump
(23:33:54) Sarras finally unsheathes the dagger, which is probably useless in this situation, but better than nothing. "Kill it, Mariana! With fire!"
(23:34:04) Elires lays back, flames spewing from his maw as his long, bone-clawed arms tear at his chest, turning the flesh to ribbons
(23:34:27) Mariana fluctuates, fighting consciousness. She reaches for her blade again, and drags herself closer to the fiery man, on one paw, and knees, the metal armor scraping the paved street. She shifts her body one last time, and raising the weapon horizontal with her own chest, she lets out an animalistic growl, and drives her blade towards the center of Elires ribcage, roughly where she guesstimates his heart may be.
(23:35:36) Elires's body tenses and thrashes in a rictus of pain, flames gouting from his maw. Mariana's blade has found its mark in his charred and torn chest
(23:36:57) Mariana rolls away from Elires, the fire from his mouth grazing over her shoulderpad and leaving it stained a hideous black, superheating the metal and causing the flesh beneath it to weld tightly up against it. She screams again, and unable to tolerate the pain, she falls limp where she rolled.
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I wasn't there for this, and was in no way part of it, but it was shared with me, and when I read it I was like, "What!?!? You can do that?!?!?" It was a turning point for me, one in which I vowed to change the way I RP completely.
(22:47:17) Miomai notices a groffel aproach with a letter. She blows on the black fog and it dissipates into the air. The corrupt clamod hops down from the railing and snatches the letter, "Gimmie that!"
(22:47:19) >Miomai Lashing stands up.
(22:48:47) Miomai takes much longer to read the letter than one would expect. When finished she balls it up and torches it with a very light Red Way spell. She then boots the groffel has hard as she can and cackles at her poor treatment of the innocent creature.
(22:49:55) Mariana's ears twitch a bit. She has her eyes focussed on the floor, her brow furrowed in thought, and almost bumps directly into Miomai. She staggers a step back and smiles. "Oh. Hello."
(22:51:31) Mariana strokes her groffel, which she holds in her arm. She is slowly letting a small flow of crystal way into the whimpering creature. Her expression is more sad than angry.
(22:53:30) Mariana suddenly reaches up and grips her head with her paws, clenching her eyes shut and hissing.
(22:54:18) Miomai stares at Mariana for a long while, unsure of what to make of the letter or the fenki before her. She decides instead to finish her beer.
(22:55:41) Mariana continues to hold onto her head. She wavers on her feet and slowly sinks to her knees, her eyes still shut tight and her ears folded down. She grits her teeth.
(22:55:45) >Mariana Xiechai takes a seat.
(22:57:53) Miomai takes a long time to debate in her mind what to do next and moves toward and away from Mariana hesitantly. "Uhm...Evil Twin?!" she begins, then mutters under her breath, "Serves you right."
(22:59:32) Mariana takes a deep breath as the sudden headache subsides. She staggers waveringly to her feet, eyes bleary, not appearing to have heard Miomai at all. Her brow furrows and she lightly presses her fingertips to her own forehead. "What in the death realm was that?"
(22:59:33) >Mariana Xiechai stands up.
(23:02:48) Miomai cackles at Mariana's pain, "Kahma! Just like my BROTHAH said!" she tosses the empty beer mug behind her and and crosses her arms, starring at Mariana, clearly unconvinced of the her rectification of the situation. 'Its YOUR fault, Yep yep!" and a smirk forms on her face.
(23:03:10) >Miomai Lashing dropped a Beer Mug.
(23:04:01) Mariana presses her fingertips to her temple again and scowls darkly, "Azure way," she growls. Her eyes dart around the room and she smacks the side of her head. "No!" She shouts at no one in particular.
(23:07:42) Mariana lets out an almost feral growl. She turns her head to the side and tries very hard to block out the voice, but obviously has no skill at all in Azure Way. "Shut up!"
(23:11:00) Miomai stands there content to watch Mariana flail about with such pain. A different pain than she felt, but retribution nontheless. Her smirk grows and she decides to add to the fenki's torment by casting a small ball of black smoke in her paw. She watches the smoke for a litte, happy at her creation.
(23:11:04) >Glaciusor just joined PlaneShift
(23:12:16) Mariana's eyes widen and her pupils dilate. She slowly moves her right paw towards her sabre and draws the weapon, her body rigid and stiff. Her arm quivers and her eyes buldge and Miomai. She utters a vulgar curse and struggles visibly, her paw held in a vice grip around the hilt of the weapon. "Miomai, run. Get out of here now," she grates through clenched teeth. "Now!"
(23:16:33) Miomai obsidian eyes grow wide, if ever that were possible. She observes Mariana unsheathing her sabre and immediately summersaults backwards. The foolish clamod ignores Mariana's words and instead unsheaths her own daggers and redies a much a more powerful Dark Way spell, to throw at Mariana at any sign of her aggression.
(23:17:51) Mariana swears bitterly. Tears start streaming down her cheeks, leaving streaks in her fur. She advances forward, fire blooming from her paws and traveling down the sabre. She moves haltingly, as if she is struggling against herself. She screams: "MIOMAI! RUN!"
(23:22:45) Miomai furrows her brow and anger clearly wells up in her "Nope nope! " she cackles meniacally. Instead, as soon as Mariana advances, she throws a massive ball of darkness at the fenki, smiling from ear to hear at her newly learned spell. "Time to PREY for Dakkru!"
(23:22:50) >You start casting the spell Darkness
(23:22:52) >You create a globe of darkness around Mariana Xiechai's head, obscuring vision.
(23:22:52) >Darkness affected 1 target.
(23:22:52) >You've gained some practice points in Dark Way.
(23:25:00) Mariana's eyes go wide. Slowly, sparks begin to form around her paws, and her empty one rises to focus on Miomai's chest. Bright electricity begins to form upon the palm, and it surges forward, towards Miomai. "NO!" Mariana screams, and her sabre clatters to the ground as she tries desperately to pull on the arm to no avail. "NO NO NO!"
(23:28:18) >Sidara just joined PlaneShift
(23:30:31) Miomai uses her excellent agility and gymnastic prowess to avoid the electric burst. She leaps left onto the railing, and as soon as her left foot lands she pushes off back to the right towards the wall, then with her right foot the pushe off the wall and back towards the staircase. Her final maneuver pushes her back onto the hall behind Mariana. She lands with a thud, but cleanly on both feet, though unfortunately facing the wrong direction and open for an attack.
(23:30:38) >Miomai Lashing takes a seat by Mariana Xiechai.
(23:32:50) Mariana whirls towards Miomai. She appears elated that Miomai has successfully dodged the attack, but her expression becomes quickly horrified as she realizes the clamod's position. In one swift movement, her paw grabs her sabre of her own accord and she lurches forward in an attempt to drive the blade through the right side of the fenki's chest. "SOMEONE HELP!" She screams.
(23:33:33) >Miomai Lashing stands up.
(23:34:26) >Esorono Osuiger stands up.
(23:35:38) Esorono just stays quiet and watches the fight.
(23:37:09) >Mariana has left PlaneShift
(23:40:33) Esorono says: [Awe...Why did Mari have to crash. :<]
(23:43:06) Miomai says: [Yea...darn.]
(23:46:09) >Mariana just joined PlaneShift
(23:46:31) Miomai hears Mariana approach, turns, and dodges to the right, but not in time. The sabre cuts through her midsection and her right arm while she turns. Her well-practiced techniques keep her from stumbling, then she cries out in pain. A force drives her on, and she attempts to retaliate with a weakness spell, focuesed on Mariana's fighting arm.
(23:46:35) Esorono says: [Yay! \o/]
(23:49:00) Mariana lets out an almost pitiful wail as the sword draws Miomai's blood. She chokes on a sob and her fighting arm goes limp. While Miomai focusses on it, the other flashes towards the clamod's throat, claws unsheathed, electricity blooming around it as they try to embed themselves into Miomai's flesh. Mariana quivers from trying to fight the azure way spell, and her voice is hoarse. "Nooooo...."
(23:54:23) Miomai throat is caught in Mariana's paw, and blood starts dripping out in tiny rivulets where each claw digs into her skin. Electricity courses through her and all the poor fenki's muscles tense up. The only thing she has left his her magic ability, and she feebly tries one more spell, fear. As she casts the spell her body slumps to the tavern floor.
(23:54:41) >You start casting the spell Fear
(23:54:44) >You've gained some practice points in Dark Way.
(23:54:47) >Miomai Lashing takes a seat by Mariana Xiechai.
(23:57:42) Mariana shudders as the Dark Way spell sends a skull screaming at her face. She lets out a shout and falls over backwards with a clang, and digs her fingers into the wood on the wall, trying desperately to hold herself imobile. Another sob shakes her as her paw rises towards Miomai again, and she claws at it weakly, leaving streaks of blood on her own forearm. Her paw again unleashes a surge of bright-hot fire at Miomai's chest.
(23:57:50) >Mariana Xiechai takes a seat.
(23:58:02) >Mariana Xiechai stands up.
(23:58:04) >Mariana Xiechai takes a seat.
(23:58:30) Esorono takes a step back.
(00:02:58) Miomai is released from Mariana's electrifying touch, a bit stunned, but the drive still burns in her, both for her own survival and the demise of her once-friend. Mariana's self-struggling is enough for the clamod to rise and avoid the fire mostly, though the smell of burning hair permeats the air. Since the electorcution only made her muscles clench tighter, she never lost her grip on her daggers, and now she thrusts herself onto Mariana, both daggers ready to sheath themselves in her either side.
(00:03:11) >Miomai Lashing stands up.
(00:06:03) Mariana falls backwards onto the floor with a metallic clang. She struggles against he Azure Way spell further, trying desperately to let Miomai's daggers penetrate her heavy armor. She growls in pain as one finds its way into her side, and loses her focus. Her paw flashes up towards Miomai's chest, forming a firey fist of molten lava and trying to drive it into the clamod.
(00:13:31) Miomai cackles meniacally as she pushes the sharp blade into Mariana. The burning drive is evident in her face and purple whisps which are wafting up like smoke from he head as she looks deeply into Mariana's eyes. A look that she hasn' had in a long time, not since she used to dervie pleasure from killing. But, as Mariana's much-superior fighting and magical abilities succeed in burning a hole clean through the clamod's chest. That look fades, and turns into one of stunned realization of her own defeat. She looks down where her torso should be, then back up at Mariana. There's a pleading evident in her eyes, and she tries to call out but thee are no lungs with wich to give breath to her voices. Miomai collapses on top of Mariana and becomes lifeless, those black obsidian eyes stare at her and through her at the same time before she fades away. She's become Prey for Dakkru now.
(00:13:37) >Miomai Lashing takes a seat by Mariana Xiechai.
(00:13:46) Glaciusor says: [... omg,that was huge]
(00:14:01) Esorono says: [Been like this for a while.]
(00:14:08) >You have killed yourself!
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I very much enjoyed reading this! The scene flowed through my imagination, detailed and full of energy.
For me, these two entries where the most profound and impacting.
(23:18:16) Sarras hops to her feet and asks Mariana rapidly, "Whatdoido? Whatdoido?!"
(23:21:26) Mariana lets out a horrified scream as a tremendous popping sound is heard in her arm. The armor crunches inward, forming a harmful, archaic brace, and the pain is unbearable. It sends the akkaio into a panic-induced rage. Fire pours from her blade and she lashes wildly, shifing to avoid the hand coming for her shoulder, aiming to decapitate Elires. "SARRAS!" She shrieks, her voice agonized. "STAB IT! STAB THE DAMN THING!"
More... Please!
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simpler times and happier days, well before cerebus syndrome kicked in:
(00:41:10) Icerra says: so... you know yer friend got blown up?
(00:41:20) Miomai stops twirlling her dagger and uses it to point, "We both need a MAN! We should go on a MAN hunt!" she says and cackles.
(00:41:36) Miomai says: What?!
(00:42:01) Miomai says: Nope nope! Like she said, she's BUSY!
(00:42:27) Icerra says: yeaup... got blown sky high
(00:42:43) Miomai says: She looks FINE to me!
(00:43:07) Icerra says: yeah... welllll... Death Realm and all that
(00:43:15) Icerra says: you should know
(00:43:17) Miomai says: Yep yep!
(00:43:31) Miomai says: How did THAT happen?!
(00:43:38) Miomai tosses the dagger into the air.
(00:44:02) Icerra says: someone sent her a bomb attached to a groffel
(00:44:24) Miomai says: Who?! I'll get them!
(00:44:38) Icerra says: iunner who
(00:44:48) Miomai says: Oh.
(00:45:46) Icerra hops down from the fence
(00:45:59) Icerra says: so you really wanna man?
(00:46:18) Miomai scratches her arm and mumbles, "Some friend."
(00:46:42) Miomai smiles at Icerra, "Yep yep! You?!"
(00:46:55) Icerra says: yeah I wanna man
(00:47:03) Miomai says: Grrrreat!
(00:47:23) Miomai twirls the dagger and holsters it in one smooth motion.
(00:47:31) Icerra says: what kinda man you want?
(00:48:03) Icerra says: a dead one?
(00:48:07) Icerra laughs
(00:48:14) Miomai says: Sure!
(00:48:34) Miomai says: As long as he will carry me around and lick my boots!
(00:48:56) Icerra says: lick yer boots! HA!
(00:49:14) Miomai says: And kiss my paw!
(00:49:23) Miomai says: And bring me food!
(00:49:43) Icerra says: yeah... that all sounds nice
(00:49:51) Miomai says: Yep yep!
(00:50:34) Icerra sighs
(00:50:45) Miomai says: RRRrrreally just want one that doesn't run away SCEAHD!
(00:51:07) Icerra says: HA! good luck wit dat!
(00:51:32) Miomai says: Look who's TALKING!
(00:51:51) Miomai tries to push on Icerra's shoulder.
(00:52:25) Icerra takes the shove with stride and returns the push
(00:52:43) Icerra says: fine! let's see who can get a man first!
(00:52:53) Miomai emilts a shrill laugh.
(00:52:59) Miomai says: Ooo, a race!
(00:53:12) Icerra grins, "yeah"
(00:54:57) Miomai says: Let's get a beah and see if theah are any MEN at the bah!
(00:55:36) Icerra says: probably not... but OK!
(00:56:53) Icerra says: nope... nobody here
(00:57:00) Miomai says: I needs two beahs and one man!
(00:57:23) Icerra laughs, "Hey Allelia"
(00:58:12) Miomai hands one of the beers to Icerra.
(00:59:19) Icerra takes the beer and removes her helm, her fur underneath is quite matted and sweaty
(01:00:04) Miomai takes her beer and guzzles half of the mug.
(01:00:20) Icerra chugs her beer down
Miomai says: I wondah if I can summon a MAN!
(01:01:12) Icerra says: ahhhh...
(01:01:27) Icerra says: nuh uh! no magic!
(01:02:06) Miomai scribbles something on a piece of parchment and calls forth her beat up groffel.
(01:02:38) Icerra is impressed Miomai has a groffel, despite the shape it's in
(01:03:11) Icerra says: you callin' someone here?
(01:04:01) Miomai says: Yep yep!
(01:04:17) Miomai watches as the groffel departs, then chugs the rest of the beer.
(01:04:49) Icerra orders the next round
(01:06:15) Miomai takes the beer from Icerra and raises up, smiling at her before chugging half of it.
(01:06:24) Icerra says: alright... two can play at that game
(01:07:27) Icerra shouts: free beer at the tavern!
(01:07:57) Miomai cackles, "Good one Little Sistah!"
(01:08:07) Icerra wonders if that'll work
(01:09:08) Icerra eyes the guards
(01:09:38) Miomai says: MEN!
(01:09:50) Icerra says: where?
(01:10:19) Miomai says: Everyweah but heah!
(01:10:38) Icerra says: yeah...
(01:11:36) Icerra drinks her beer slowly
(01:11:40) Miomai guzzles the second half of her drink, wiping the foam off of her mouth with her arm.
(01:12:14) Miomai groffel returns with a note.
(01:12:27) Miomai cackles, "Oh boy!"
(01:13:03) Icerra says: what???
(01:13:06) Miomai takes the note and reads it slowly, "will take a while try to come. I am surely not scared!"
(01:13:20) Icerra says: oooh!
(01:13:28) Miomai says: That was fast!
(01:13:29) Icerra says: you wanna free beer?
(01:13:34) Kelan says: hello, nice to meet you
(01:13:42) Icerra says: wait... that's him?
(01:14:02) Miomai says: Bihd Watchah!
(01:14:24) Miomai says: See any Bihds lately?!
(01:14:45) Miomai says: *Behds
(01:15:00) Kelan says: not tody, i was sleeping till 12!
(01:15:36) Icerra glances Kelan up and down
(01:15:50) Miomai says: Well come in and have a beah!
(01:16:44) Kelan says: good idea lets go
(01:17:00) Icerra sighs
(01:17:06) Miomai says: My turn to BUY!
(01:17:18) Icerra shuffles inside
(01:17:24) Kelan says: what about you friend?
(01:17:38) Miomai says: She's being MOPY!
(01:17:50) Icerra downs the rest of her beer in a near instant
(01:17:56) Miomai says: Moah BEAH will fix THTA!
(01:18:01) Miomai says: *THAT
(01:18:22) Kelan says: the door is always to small!
(01:18:40) Icerra says: sooo... uhhh... what's yer name?
(01:18:55) Miomai says: Bahtendah five moah beahs! Nope I mean three! THREE moah beahs!
(01:18:55) Kelan looks at Icerra " My name is Kelan"
(01:19:23) Icerra says: kelan Kelan Kelan....
(01:19:45) Icerra pulls down on her breastplate
(01:19:57) Miomai takes the beer mugs and hands them out. "Heah Behd Watchah!"
(01:20:22) Icerra licks her forearm and rubs it against her head, trying to smooth out her fur
(01:20:39) Miomai says: And Little Sistah!
(01:20:50) Icerra says: eep
(01:21:24) Miomai says: And Mmmmmelodious Mmmiomai!
(01:21:49) Kelan looks surprised at Miomai " she is your sister?"
(01:22:08) Icerra says: um.. errr.. uhhh
(01:22:08) Miomai says: Nope nope!
(01:22:21) Icerra drinks from her mug
(01:22:33) Miomai chugs half the mug.
(01:22:50) Kelan trinks a small sip
(01:23:22) Miomai says: She's my Brothah's sweetheart's sistah!
(01:23:24) Kelan says: it taste good in the early morning
(01:23:37) Icerra continues to gulp from her mug
(01:23:55) Kelan says: that sounds complicate
(01:24:04) Kelan looks a bit worried
(01:24:28) Icerra lowers her mug and burps
(01:24:34) Icerra says: it ain't
(01:24:48) Miomai emits a shrill laugh. "That's why I call her Little Sistah!"
(01:25:41) Kelan looks intense at Miomai " you didnt try to scare me jet, is something wrong with you?"
(01:26:13) Miomai says: Ooooo, yep, THAT!
(01:26:29) Icerra says: uhhhmmm...
(01:26:34) Miomai says: Well I COULD try something but Little Sistah would run SCREAMING from the bah!
(01:26:42) Icerra says: hey!
(01:26:48) Miomai guzzles the rest of her drink.
(01:27:11) Miomai says: Haha! Admit it! You would!
(01:27:18) Icerra says: I said no magic!
(01:27:53) Miomai says: Aww, just close your eyes!
(01:27:56) Icerra flashes kelan a smile
(01:28:19) Icerra says: so.. uhh.. err... you like birds?
(01:28:28) Kelan says: i should close my eyes?
(01:28:47) Miomai says: Nope! Said that to Little Sistah!
(01:29:00) Icerra says: do you eat 'em?
(01:29:14) Kelan says: i like to watch them and like them singing
(01:29:28) Miomai says: Look another man!
(01:29:40) Icerra drinks from her mug and tries to look interested
(01:29:46) Kelan says: i dont eat them, it to difficult to catch them.
(01:29:52) Icerra says: how interesting!
(01:30:11) Miomai says: He ran away!
(01:30:16) Miomai says: Sceahd!
(01:30:23) Icerra says: you scared him!
(01:30:46) Miomai says: Not many are as BRAVE as Behd Watchah!
(01:31:17) Icerra flashes Kelan another smile
(01:31:17) Kelan says: Miomai,are you looking for a man you can scare?
(01:31:51) Icerra says: yes.. uhhh... you see... Miomai only likes to scare people
(01:32:11) Kelan says: looks interestet at Icerra "or is she looking for a man for you?
(01:32:17) Miomai says: Nope nope! I loke food too!
(01:32:29) Miomai says: *like
(01:32:35) Icerra says: she don't know how to love
(01:32:44) Kelan gulp his beer in one fluid motion
(01:33:07) Icerra laughs nervously
(01:33:09) Miomai narrows her eyes at Icerra, "SURE I do!" she pushes on Icerras shoulder.
(01:33:25) Icerra says: ouch!
(01:33:31) Icerra says: see!
(01:34:25) Kelan says: Miomai has got a few behavior problems, but i like her. She has a good heart i think!
(01:34:54) Miomai makes a happy smug look at Icerra. "So heah!"
(01:35:00) Icerra glares at Miomai
(01:35:02) Miomai says: *theah
(01:35:41) Miomai says: Looks like I win!
(01:35:56) Icerra says: nah uh!
(01:36:11) Icerra says: he ain't licked yer boot yet!
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Spreading the Miomai love, here's one from when she was sane. It has always been and will always be one of my favorites:
Miomai shouts: Mariana!
Mariana raises her paws to her mouth and leans over the abyss, paying no attention to the inconcievable void. "Miomai!"
Mariana squints in the semi-darkness of the death realm, tilting her head slightly to the side and offering her friend a strangely warm and benevolent sort of smile. She swishes her tail back and forth behind her, swatting at the stale air casually. "So glad you could join me, Miomai. Thank you."
(20:24:39) Miomai runs up to Mariana and stops a few paces. She's angry that her friend followed her here and it shows in her posture: crossed arms, cold stare, and a twitching tail. "So, what brings you to these parts." she feigns polite smalltalk.
(20:25:58) Mariana smirks subtly at Miomai's signs of agitation. She gestures down the walkway. "The Dark Crystal, I imagine that's a good place to visit to try and get a word from Dakkru, yes?" She winks softly at Miomai. "I think it's high time your goddess gave you a more clear command to continue going after this individual you're chasing to kill. Time for her to voice her opinion. I think that's fair."
(20:31:01) Miomai's cold stare turns into one of anger for a moment which grows and then subsides. Miomai smirks and then explodes in laughter. She continues in this manner for a few minutes before catching herself, "You're kidding right? You want to get Dakkru to talk to us? Do you really believe she'll just appear and have some tea and cookies and discuss what she's been doing these past millenia? You really have no clue about the Goddess, Mariana. But I'll follow you to the crystal, because you are my friend, and I think we can clear this up."
(20:33:00) Mariana smiles slowly. She makes no rebuttle, strangely, but there is a telling glimmer in her eyes. It does not reflect fury, however, or even annoyance at Miomai's rebuke. Instead it seems like a stubborness, an unwillingness to back down or to falter. She turns on her heel with the soft clank of her armor and begins to navigate the erroded rusty walkway, silent save for her breathing, her eyes downcast towards the ground. "We're off, then."
(20:36:49) Mariana reaches out towards the purple lights flickering around the violent crystal. Her eyes reflect it, strangely wide open, and she peers up at the high-vaulted cieling for a moment. She suddenly bends at her knees, her head still tilted back to gaze upwards, coming to rest finally upon the crystal's core. "Goddess Dakkru," she says, her voice soft. "I don't really know you, to be perfectly honest. And frankly, couldn't give a damn about what you do and do not want. However, it seems you've asked something of my friend, and I'd like you to take a few seconds to come down off your haughty throne, wherever it may be, and give validity to her claims." She cups a paw by her ear and feigns waiting for a reply.
(20:40:56) Miomai shakes her head, "No, no, no, NO! Mariana! Now you're being rude and insulting to Mother Dakkru. And when you insult Dakkru, you insult me too. Is that why you are here? To insult me, and belittle my religous beliefs? Because you can't fathom them? Because they don't fit you way of thinking?" Miomai turns away from Mariana, clearly agitated and frustrated by her supposed friend's flippant "prayer" to her cherished Goddess.
(20:44:11) Mariana utters a soft sign under her breath. Her eyes flicker again, as if she is pained from deep within. She clenches her eyes shut, hard, and slowly bends to the floor, her paws and the tip of her nose hovering nigh above the cobblestones. When she speaks again, her tone is quiet and sincere. It breaks slightly. "Forgive me for my behavoir, goddess," she says. "You see, I've never been given good cause to believe in your doings. You or any other gods, for that matter. But now, I humbly come before you in your realm and plead for you to simply show a sign to your daughter Miomai." Mariana's eyes water with tears for some strange reason as she continues. "You see I love her very much. I suppose perhaps in some way I can't grasp, you do too. I'm asking you to simply show that love in a way I can grasp now, and tell Miomai whether or not what she is doing is your will. That is all I ask. That simple thing, and no more."
(20:50:26) Miomai returns her gaze on Mariana, a bit puzzled by it at first, since it is not at all how one prays to Dakkru, and then she realizes that this is all Mariana knows about any kind of prostration to a Goddess. The clamod smiles then, pleased at her friend's attempt at sincerity. She casually walks over to Mariana and offers a paw, "You're doing it wrong, but I appreciate the effort. We pray while standing. Proud." Deep respect wells up inside her. "But I still don't expect any sign, do you?"
(20:53:27) Mariana stands up beside Miomai, arching her brow. She tilts her head back towards the crystal, seemingly much more comfortable with her new position. "I do," she says simply. "I most certainly do. Miomai, how do you know someone didn't just 'lay' that path for you? Maybe the one you're after just has an adrenaline addiction?" She raises her paws towards the crystal. "Why would your goddess speak in so strange a way, hm? And why is she not more angry that you've yet to succeed in your task? For that matter, what's the ultimate goal of the task?" She sets her feet stubbornly, chin raised and eyes flashing with fire. "No. She can at least give you a sign, to carry out a task that you yourself know you do not wish to carry out."
(21:00:36) Miomai places her paw on Mariana's shoulder. Are warm gesture made cold by the fenki's armor. "I have thought about that, Mariana. Believe me I have. But the coincidences and the slight chance that I could just 'stumble' into this are too slight for me to believe." She reaches into her sack and pulls out the note, holding it in her paw but not allowing Mariana to read it's contents. "Who could have known that I was about to die at the hands of a cutthroat while trying to rescue some poor ylian? And also know that my favorite food is fish? And also know that I would decide to explore the Death Realm while I was here? That sounds like the omniscience of a Goddess to me, don't you think?" she waves the parchment. "And at the end of the trail of fish I find this note. What more of a sign do you need? Do you want to see the Goddess herself, in her shimmering cloak of crystline shards and those piercing green halos for eyes? You'll not get it, I can assure you. This was enough for me, and it should be enough for anybody."
(21:06:51) Mariana shakes her head back and forth, circling the crystal. "First of all, Miomai, ever enkidukai and klyros I know loves fish, so we can rule that out. Two, if she went to all the trouble to PERSONALIZE it so much, why not simply write 'dear Miomai' at the top of the letter itself? Make it a bit more solid. Furthermore, do you have any idea how many people come through the death realm? So many things happen, just look at how badly trodden upon the sod is around here. They die off like one-eyed rats up there. I should know. I've lost count of my encounters with death." She circles the crystal, letting her paw trail in the gleaming light. "You speak of coincidence, but no more. And I've seen better coincidence in my life, even than that. Believe me." She smirks as if thinking on a memory. "I don't care how your goddess appears. Shimmering or no, piercing or no, I really do not care. A whisper, a word, heck, a bodiless voice, no visage necessary at all. But there is nothing. Simply a trail of fish and an unspecified note. That does not solidify to absolute certainty that that note contains Dakkru's wishes, and if it doesn't, you're letting a mere mortal use you for their designs, and, far worse than even that, assisting in POLLUTING the name of your goddess. So I say, yes. I do expect her to be more clear when her demands are so incredibly high." She throws her paws above her head and sets her chin, her legs as well in an almost defensive stance. "DAKKRU! I think Miomai deserves a clearer picture of your designs. Tell me, would you let a bit of pestilence possibly tamper with her? Would you truly allow it?"
(21:17:27) Miomai returns her folded parchement to the travel bag slung across her shoulder. She stands there and crosses her arms again, listening to Miomai's tirade. "You've got passion, my friend. Lots of passion. Don't let anyone ever take that away from you." she stands there for several moments longer listening to the hum of the dark crystal. When she thinks it's been long enough she says, "Okay, do you think you've made your point yet? She's not going to show up. She's not going to give us a sign of any kind. As far as that 'well worn path' is concerned, would you like to see where that path lead? I think you may find its not exactly a frequented spot, regardless of the number of bodies that find themselves reconstituted here." She beconnes Mariana to follow her out the door, "Come, we really don't need to be here anyway if Dakkru did want to give us a sign." and flashes a friendly smile.
(21:21:11) Mariana narrows her eyes at the crystal, putting all her frustration and blame on Dakkru rather than on her friend. She bares her teeth for a moment, that spark again present in her eyes. "You're just like all the rest, aren't you?" She says darkly. "You watch and you weave with a dispassionate air as the world falls and tumbles. As children die. As old widows are slaughtered and as countless are abused. You're pathetic. All that power and you remain distant as a far off storm, waiting to show your power only when someone threatens you. To the end with the lot of you. To the end. Rot in your high places, I've no use for heartless beings such as you." She abruptly turns her her heel, hot tears of frustration and anger and possibly even sorrow trailing down her face as she leaves the room.
(21:32:10) Miomai walks out of the room and shoves Mariana forcefully, "Listen, Mariana, you have no idea what you are saying. You think the Goddess is our caregiver? That she's supposed to make everything all better? Even when we bring it on ourselves? The starving in the streets, the sick and neglected, the abused...Who's doing the abuse?! Dakkru? No, Mariana, cruel, despicable PEOPLE! We make our beds, and WE'VE got to lie in them. The Gods and Goddesses made this world, and the rules of it, but it is WE who make of it what we will. And we're turning "topland" into a one big pile of consumer dung, slaying everyone for the fun of it, getting drunk beyond all comprehension...you name it, we've done it. It's all a part of that 'freedom to choose' you so cherish. Think about it, before you blame all our woes on the Goddess." she stomps her foot to mark the end of her speech and figuratively puts away her pedistal.
(21:38:20) Mariana stumbles forward as Miomai pushes her. Her posture stiffens, and the stoic fenki turns slowly, her expression strangely open. Eerie. Empty. She moves her paws towards the cinches of her armor and lets it clatter to the ground with a loud clang, clang and echoes throughout the cavern. She removes her shirt and pants, so that nothing is left but a shift that covers only the parts necessary to remain decent. Scars trace up her body, whip marks, deep, rendering her torso and upper legs nearly totally and completely without fur. She leans forward with a sneer, her eyes growing harder, colder, the long-held bitterness breaking past perfectly formed walls. "Do you think I CHOSE this?!" She grates. "Do you think I CHOSE as a child to be beaten and whipped within an inch of consciousness night after night?! Mari, do this, immediately, or I shall have to break another bone. Mari, that was not very good of you to break that pot there, I think that will cost you another hot iron to your skin." She growls deeply, the sound reverberating in her chest. "I can still his fingers on me, touching me, and I can hear my voice ringing in my head. I begged. To any higher POWER, for FIFTEEN YEARS. Do you know who heard me?! NO ONE. No god or goddess. Nobody. How DARE you imply that that entire ordeal was MY fault." She stands, trembling with rage, unable to continue as wave after wave of emotion wracks her body.
(21:52:04) Miomai's eyes widen as she observes Mairana's body riddled with scars. She turns away in utter guilt at herself for looking at Mariana for even that long. Her eyes water and she blinks away the tears but they only build up even more. Miomai responds slowly, carefully, and quietly. "I would never suggest that you are to blame for your own abuse, my friend." she says and her voice cracks. The clamod pulls an indigo square of cloth out of her pack and wipes away the tears, "Just as you had fifteen years of abuse, I have had my own kind of an abuse. It was not physical, but all in my head." and taps her skull, still remaining quiet and not looking directly at Mariana. "Please, I mean no disrespect to you my friend, my dearest friend." she shakes her head, trying to find the words to go on. "I don't think we should continue this conversation. We'll only hurt each other more, and that will not get us anywhere." she wipes away some more tears, and her lower lip is quivvering, exposing her deep sadness and regret at her friend's horrid past.
21:56:12) Mariana simply steeps in her rage for a few more moments, as if unable to stop the tide from pouring over the dam now that it was already begun. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, in and out, over and over, as if she can simply exhale out all the emotion with her breathing. She stoops down and picks up her clothing, donning it, followed by her armor. Her face is impassive again, blank, a well-worn and perfectly molded mask. She acknowledges Miomai's statements by merely a nod, the slumped line of her shoulders indicating that she's completely worn herself through. She turns on her heel and moves towards the exit of the death realm in silence.
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This was another fun one, with my crack-lacka-crazy character with split personalities:
(13:33:13) Rhianon looks up at the looming locked door and then back at Voron curiously.
(13:33:39) Voron unlocks the door with a smile. "Do go in"
(13:38:29) Rhianon glances around the entryway, appearing rather impressed. "I like it so far, nice atmosphere really." She gestures to the charmflower placed on the stone shelf. "And aw, look at that. Homey touches too."
(13:39:06) Voron smiles.
(13:40:30) Voron says: I wonder who brews this stuff, and why.
(13:40:53) Rhianon gestures to the sign posted above the brewery. "I believe that should give you a hint, love."
(13:41:12) Voron says: Oh.
(13:43:23) Rhianon spreads her arms out in front of her to indicate the scope of the room. "My my! I'm impressed with this too! Someone has some very talented decorative skills."
(13:44:33) Voron steps behind her and wraps his arms around her. "I would say so."
(13:55:06) Rhianon looks briefly away from Voron, her expression lined with something akin to shame. She grips one of her gloved hands tighter, and her voice comes out low and hushed. "A menki found my journal. He took me outside the city and offered to let me kill him. I didn't, told him it was too late anyway." She shivers slightly. "B...but then it.....it all went black. I....I don't know what happened. When I came to, he was looking down at me, telling me I was saying strange...strange things." She swallows, her throat constricting so that the muscles become more pronounced. "I'm scared, Voron."
(14:02:22) Voron hugs her carefully and holds her closer, his lips brushing her neck softly. "Don't worry, sweet. I'm here for you." Dweomer dances around his hands, vague shadows radiating a serene light and emotion."Can you remember the menkis name?" He asks her, a very careful inquisitive tone in his words.
(14:07:24) Rhianon stares blankly at the light for a moment, shaking her head slightly. "I don't think he ever told me his name. He was a kore, a kore with a mask on his face," she says softly. She shivers again, her hands fiddling with the sleeves on Voron's arms. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore..."
(14:13:32) Voron nods and holds her, while he focuses on channeling a different spell, a more complex one yet very subtle not to startle her. The Azure way had been the most difficult of all for him, and he still did not dare to use it to read someones thoughts. But he could skim the behavior, the expressions and so on to gain a bit more information. So he did. "I know." His words were soft. "Would you want me to help you? I wish you and me, we could lead a peaceful life, not one filled with fear and hate and bloodshed..."
(14:17:18) Rhianon trembles slightly, a motion that travels from her fingers out towards her body, down her legs and to the features on her face. The light of the spell bounces off dilating pupils. When she speaks again, her voice is a harsh rugged whisper, a wicked sounding cackle. "So this is the pretty boy that's made you change your mind is it?" It rasps, mocking. "You want to have a happy little life with him? Well, that's too bad deary. We have a job to do, don't you remember? Seven, you little whore. SEVEN!" The shaking grows more violent, and Rye twists in Voron's hold.
(14:27:59) Rhianon's mind exudes the sensation of being cracked. One half battling with another, with a strangely erratic portion overshadowing her usual thought process. Voron can probably sense this fissure, and if his Azure Way abilities at sensing are acute enough, can probably even sense both the ill will the one side has towards him, as well as Rhianon seeming unconscious inside, not aware that this other presence has taken over and is manipulating her. Her hand twitches towards a dagger sheathed at her hip.
(14:32:34) Voron hisses a sharp dermorian word and grabs Rhianon by the waist with one hand, kicking a knee into one of hers so her leg should collapse suddenly under her while his hand at her waist gives her a spin to turn her around.
(14:35:46) Rhianon lets out a shout, startled by the quick movement. Her legs crumple for a moment, but she recovers quickly, not even reacting to the awkward angle her leg is forced into. She struggles almost rabidly in Voron's grip. "You would pick a FIGHTER, wouldn't you?!" The voice shrieks. She attempts to draw the dagger and sink it into Voron's thigh.
(14:38:41) Voron pushes her away from him with all the strength he can muster and makes a swift step back to escape her dagger.
(14:41:02) Rhianon stumbles back downwards, tripping over one of the steps. She palms her dagger and scowls darkly. "Well well, a tricky one."
(14:44:57) Voron makes another step backwards, a blade extending with a sharp metal hiss from his right vambrace. The small, double-edged blade has a strange silver engravement from tip to bottom that looks almost like a snake. He relaxes and smiles slightly at Rhianon. "How nice that you came around to play." His left hand stays at his belt, relaxed, occasionally flexing the fingers. "You mission is over, there's nothing you can gain with another kill."
(14:52:09) Rhianon seems to hesitate, circling nimbly up the stairs, moving in liquidly graceful precision. She stalls before Voron, and her hand draws the other dagger. Her chin gives a cocky little jerk, and a wicked smile plays at her lips. "Well well well," she purrs. "A match made in the depths themselves. Look at this, Rye. Let's see if I can't make your lover cut you to into itty bitty pieces." She sneers. "Let's see you recover from that." She throws a dagger with a flourish, and catches it again with a spin. "You know NOTHING, you ignorant beast," she spits at Voron, foaming slightly at the mouth. "I was the one that got her through kill after kill. NOT you." She lunges forward, taking aim at Voron's chest.
(15:00:51) Voron waits without any reaction at all until the very last moment. "No." His voice is without any emotion or modulation, as if he states a fact - bright light engulfes him in a sudden flash, painful for the eyes. He makes a step aside, bringing his arms up before letting his left gauntlet hurling towards her temples while the blade springs back for a blow.
(15:05:18) Rhianon lets out a startled sound at the sudden intense flash. She jerks up, bringing her daggers into a defensive position, her eyes trying to peer through the whiteness to see where the blade is located. Her peripheral vision catches the sight of the fist coming towards her head and she makes a move to avoid it, stepping back, but is unable to keep it from smashing into the side of her face. She whirls with a flutter of her emerald cloak and lands on her back at the bottom of the stairs, her head hidding the stone floor with a gut-wrenching, sickening crack. It lolls to the side, her nose twisted at an odd angle, and she groans softly.
(15:08:07) Voron follows her in a fluent motion, kicks the daggers away and tries to roll her around without much empathy for her pain. His face is calm, focused, and devoid of any emotion.
(15:15:25) Rhianon's eyes flutter open, filled with a dark sort of hatred. "Perfect little man for her," she rasps. "See here, he'll just beat you into submission, Rye." Her eyes roll back in her head and she begins to shake again, convulsing as though she is experiencing a seizure. She screams, her back arching and her fingers stretching and fanning outwards. All at once, her body goes limp, and she simply lays on the ground, a puddle of blood forming by her head and her breathing shallow.
(15:20:36) Voron places a feet between her shoulders and makes a soft, fluid motion to help focusing on his spell as he pours crystal energy into her body, healing the wounds inflicted, fixing bones softly but with a certain amount of pain for her, stabilizing her condition. His blade is still ready to strike. "Will you just stay with me, sweet." His voice is calm and focused, every word bearing strength and slight disgust in them.
(15:25:03) Rhianon utters a moan and shifts slightly beneath Voron's booted foot. The injury on her head slowly knits itself together, glowing softly with the effects of the spell. She opens her eyes and stares at the leg of the chair beside her face, them nonchalantly tilts her head and spits some blood out of her mouth. She frowns a bit, not seeming at all phased by her physical condition. Her hand makes a quick jerking motion and she doesn't so much as flinch as she snaps her nose back into a proper position. She still doesn't seem to realize quite what is going on, and grunts as she tries to rise, planting her hands against the ground to gain leverage. "The hell?" She mutters. "Bloody bloody bloody hell."
(15:30:26) Voron's heavy boot stays between her shoulders, pressing her down easily. "Don't move." His voice is hart and strict, as if used to give or receive orders too gruesome to talk about. He focuses on his Azure Way spell again, the blade ready to strike.
(15:34:22) Rhianon freezes at the sound of Voron's voice, which only seems to serve to confuse her further. She stares down at the carpet beneath her wide-eyed as the spell traces her feelings: bewilderment. She seems totally unaware of why or how she ended up on the floor. Her hair hangs in clotted clumps around her face, soaked in her own blood. Her mind still appears cracked, but now, instead of as before, her personality seems in control. The other, darker current is buried deeply beneath it.
(15:38:39) Voron studies her for a brief moment, then the boot between her shoulders withdraws. His face is still impassive and focused, an expression as if he could stare calmly and without blinking at the abyss while it is staring and growling at him. He rolls her carefully around and looks her in the eyes, searching for something. "How are you feeling, Rhianon?" He helps her up carefully.
(15:41:33) Rhianon seems limp in Voron's grip, though she's already automatically struggling to either overcome or eliminate the fatigue. She scowls slightly, but the expression twists her dainty features in a different way. "Like I got run over by a herd of raging tesufangs," she grumbles. Her pupils have returned to a normal size and her gaze seems far more clear and intelligent than before. She looks back at Voron and seems taken aback by the blankness in his expression, swallows, turns her head and looks away.
(15:45:55) Voron smiles subtly. "Hm. Never been called that before." His voice is strangely warm and compassionate. He lets her go and pushed the blade back with routine. Then he hesitates, looking at her as if hurt by her reaction. "I am sorry, sweet." He whispers and tries to wrap his arms around her.
(15:48:49) Rhianon's hands hold a distinct tremor in them, and she moves her gaze to focus on the wall behind Voron. Her chin sets on his shoulder and her arms wrap around the back of is armor. She clings to Voron and struggles with herself, struggles to keep herself calm. "What happened?" She asks, her voice stiff and husky with apprehension.
(15:51:44) Voron kisses her softly, not minding the blood. His hands slowly trace her body, caressing her while gently feeling for any hidden weapons and the like. His hands are engulfed with the radiant warmth of the life-giving azure crystal. "I nearly killed you."
(15:57:44) Rhianon's body tenses as Voron's hands run down it. If he's observant, he'll feel small daggers lashed to the sides of her thighs and lower legs. Her eyes constrict and she begins to pull away from him, trying to stand up. "W...why?" She stammers, and her expression shifts slightly with hurt. "Why?" She repeats, understanding that Voron is searching her for artillery. The remains of her injuries heal shut, and her personality remains firmly at the surface, not deviating.
(16:00:49) Voron tries to help her up. "Did you go black?" He frowns and lets her go, but eyes her carefully and caring.
(16:05:01) Rhianon stumbles to her feet. She frowns as she tries to think, tries to figure out what happened. "...Yes," she replies with soft hesitation. "Voron, what happened?"
(16:09:46) Voron steps aside and pulls a chair closer so she can sit on it. "The other you took over." He tells her what happened, leaving nothing out. Nothing what her other self said, nor what he did to her. He seems hurt, but his voice is warm and compassionate; and he eyes her with love.
(16:12:45) Rhianon takes a seat on the chair slowly. She listens to Voron speak, and as he does, her expression grows more and more grim. The grimness becomes chagrin when she sees how badly her actions have hurt him, and then decision seems to snap into place in her eyes. She raises her chin slightly, her jaw set in morbid determination. "I won't be a monster anymore," she says, her tone level and resolute. "I'll kill myself."
(16:15:04) Voron shakes his head softly and struggles through her defenses to hug her tightly. "No. You will not." He looks her in the eyes. " You will not kill yourself. You are not a monster. The other you is." His voice is filled with determination.
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(22:50:41) Travosh arrives at the scene of the yelling scowling before taking a deep, red way infused breath
(22:50:50) Travosh shouts like a thunderclap. "WHAT."
(22:51:12) Caraick points over Zalya's shoulder, towards Travosh.
(22:51:34) Mariana treads towards the Red Way using klyros unhesitantly and stands to the side of him, crossing her arms over her chest and canting her head to the side. She looks somewhat amused at the clamod fenki, clearly waiting to see how this all turns out.
(22:52:08) Zalya jumps at the sound, and quickly turns around. 'Travosh, You've been going around playing crual jokes again havn't you?""
(22:52:46) Travosh says: I've been on top of the giant head over there.
(22:53:15) Caraick turns around, heading back inside.
(22:53:39) Mariana turns around and looks at the statuary indicated curiously. She strokes her chin as if contemplating how she could probably climb it with the right amount of rope and well placed nails.
(22:53:52) Zalya says: No, I'm talking about before that. You've been leaving cursed things around.
(22:54:00) Travosh says: Im a red way mage.
(22:54:09) Travosh says: I don't 'do' curses that don't involve death via incineration.
(22:54:24) Travosh says: And occasionally quicksand.
(22:54:30) Mariana turns back around slowly. "You're blaming Travosh for the stupid charmed flowers," she says, her tone lifeless and full of an incredulous air.
(22:55:53) Zalya looks to Mariana "Yeah.... I don't know who else would have done it. Travosh has the magic skills nessasery to make them, and has been know to play jokes at other peoples expence." She points to her pale eye.
(22:56:05) Travosh says: When?
(22:56:15) Travosh says: That?
(22:56:21) Travosh says: I didnt even set that off, that was Caraick genius.
(22:57:02) Mariana rolls her eyes. "It's not Travosh," she says. "I can promise you that much. These idiotic tricks, the biting coins, the charmflowers, they're organized by somebody else, some dunderhead. You also have absolutely zero proof whatsoever. None."
(22:57:26) Travosh waves a hand at Mariana "let her tell me when besides the incident her fur addled mind blamed on me."
(22:57:57) Zalya sighs a little and turns to the door for a moment before glancing back "Than can you let me in so I can talk to Caraick? At the very least he might know something about this."
(22:58:19) Travosh says: You sure you want to go in there? I might've layed another horrendous curse.
(22:59:04) Mariana rubs a paw through her fur, shaking her head back and forth slowly in sheer and utter annoyance. She raises her chin and just peers at Zalya with narrowed eyes, at this point sick of her pointless meddling.
(22:59:09) Travosh scratches his chin. "Though I have had a few idea's ive wanted to try... Attaching an explosive charm to a simple glyph to keep it energized until someone comes around to step on it."
(23:00:24) Zalya takes a few steps towrdes the others with a small frown. "I don't really want to test any of those... I just want to know who's been leaving these things around for me to fall for. Its not funny."
(23:00:40) Travosh says: You only fall for them because you aren't paying attention.
(23:00:47) Travosh says: They are certainly not menat for just you.
(23:01:16) Zalya says: So someone just left a tip at the stonehead for anyone to find?
(23:01:21) Mariana scowls. "Well running around blaming random people for it isn't going to get you anywhere Zalya, it'll just get the wrong folks in trouble and cause pandemonium in general. You need to learn to step back for a moment and think, rather than flapping your arms around and running in circles like a headless kikiri."
(23:02:14) Travosh nods, likely to both statements. "Its called a prank. Its for whoever is foolish enough to fall for it."
(23:03:23) Zalya looks to Mariana, a little flustered "Well than who else would do it? Either way Travosh probably knows more about this than I do."
(23:03:46) Travosh says: I've had much, much. MUCH larger concerns lately.
(23:03:58) Zalya says: Like what?
(23:03:58) Mariana blinks. "So how about you walk up to him and ask him for help, rather than running around accusing the man for something he didn't do. Though I suppose it's a bit too late now."
(23:04:10) Travosh says: Like keeping what I'm up to a secret.
(23:05:23) Zalya frowns "Mariana, you know how little I think things through. And it really seemed like it was him! And it still might be."
(23:05:35) Travosh says: Terror and mayhem, death and destruction! All things I carry around in my pockets.
(23:06:11) Travosh pilfers around in his belt pouches, eventually pulling something out, but conceiling it with a closed hand
(23:06:12) Mariana blinks again. "Wow," she says. "You just reduced your argument to nothing by that statement. Learn to think about it then, Zalya. It's not like it's that complicated."
(23:08:18) Zalya dosn't seem to notice Travosh. She looks at Mariana growing frustrated, both at her, and at herself. "Whats wrong with you tonight? Everything you say is like you're lashing out at me."
(23:08:39) Travosh says: To a wilting flower, even the smallest gust feels dangerous.
(23:08:58) Zalya says: I'm not wilting!
23:09:15) Zalya hesitates for a moment before adding "Or a flower!"
(23:09:36) Travosh grumbles something abotu that being able to be arranged.
(23:09:53) Travosh says: You might not be in body, but your mind certainly seems to be.
(23:10:03) Travosh says: And my standard opinion of an enkidukai mind is not high to begin with.
(23:10:45) Mariana grins. "Your dress says otherwise." She breathes a heavy sigh and addresses Zalya somewhat softer, but there is still a hard edge to her tone. "I'm simply tired of you playing the victim, Zalya, and then blaming everyone around you willy nilly. Get your head on your shoulders. No amount of gentleness seems to help, not from me, not from Sacho. So here's a bit of tough love." She leans forward and her words come out spoken in lower tones. "Toughen up."
(23:10:53) Zalya says: And you're doing it to! I mean I'm sorry for accusing you with out much evidence, but you don't have to put me down about it.
(23:11:22) Travosh says: I sort of do, its this thing called pride. You should see if it can rub off on you.
(23:12:51) Zalya says: If toughing up means pushing everyone around me down, then I don't want to. And whats wrong with my dress?
(23:13:20) Travosh says: No it doesn't... Since when has it ever meant that?
(23:14:04) Mariana rolls her eyes. "It was a JOKE," she says. "And it doesn't mean such. I've tried one way many times, and I've seen you hurt those around you, specifically those in my order, many many times. You already push people down with gossipy drivel just like this." She waves a paw at the clamod. "If anything I've built you up to this point, to no end. You don't learn anything from it. And you keep wallowing in self pity."
(23:23:07) Zalya holds her self back from yelling. "What do I do? When Iave I hurt people around me! I never meant to put anyone down! And if you think you're helping now by saying these things, then you're wrong.
(23:24:28) Travosh says: If I really wanted to help you, I've already realized normal amounts of logic and reason would be pointless.
(23:24:50) Mariana shakes her head. "You've repeatedly told Teshia and Caraick that they weren't fit to be parents. You stole one of their children, and then sniveled about it for the longest time when there were, shockingly, consiquences. You have undermined the two publicly, many times, even trying to do it on the level of a 'funny jab,' when you know it isn't. And you have on more than one occasion insulted Travosh, accusing him of things he has not done. If you cannot realize how descructive you are, then there truly is no breaking through your thick skull."
(23:25:13) Travosh says: The pen is mightier than the sword.
(23:25:25) Travosh says: Though I'm still fairly sure the glyph is mightier than the pen.
(23:28:13) Travosh says: Can't exactly blame her for accusing me of things I haven't done. I thought that was just a custom on this level, since most have done it once or twice.
(23:28:47) Zalya trembles with anger, and guilt "I know thoses things where wrong, and I know I've been stupid before. I make mistakes, I make big ones. But if you where me you would too. I'm just a person. What Caraick did hurt, but what hurts even more is the fact that all my actions have just made him hate me. And Travosh has called me all sorts of things before I even once tried to say something back!"
(23:29:37) Travosh says: If I were you, than you'd be me
(23:29:41) Travosh says: and if you were me, then you'd be right here
(23:29:49) Travosh says: Watching this pitiful display, without having any pity to give
(23:30:41) Travosh gestures at Mariana. "And if you were HER, you'd see just how sad it really is to watch someone in your condition whine about these things, while someone like her who has faced many times harder a challenge pull herself UP from it, and use it as the foundation for something stronger."
(23:31:33) Mariana raises a finger and points at Zalya. "I want you to get better," she says. "I do. But I've tried other methods, and I cannot help you any longer. You seem totally incapable of changing at any level whatsoever. You may be good underneath it, Zalya, but you are viscious in your gossip in ways I could never be with fire and blade." She pauses, cutting off at Travosh's statement, speechlessly silent.
23:32:52) Travosh says: The wind only extinguishes a weak fire, but it simply feeds an inferno.
(23:39:04) Zalya continues to tremble "I-I don't need to justify myself! So fine, I'm evil, I'm viscious, I'm wrong, And I can't stand it. I really do wallow in self pity don't I? There's a lot to hate. Thaks for reminding me. I'm not the type of person who can just stand up and face problems. I'm not the type of person who's brave enough to fight back. I can't build myself back up, because I was never strong enough to. And I really never will be. If you think you can tell me otherwise, or tell me that I can do anything I want to if I really want it, then you're almost as much of a fool as I am. You can't change me, I can't change me, nobody can change me, so I just do the best I can to stay alive!
(23:39:45) Travosh says: Weak words from a weak person.
(23:40:13) Mariana simply closes her eyes, ears drooping, and shakes her head back and forth.
(23:40:17) Travosh says: Its that kind of thinking that sets you back, but you probably know that. Too arrogant to do anything about it.
(23:42:49) Zalya glares at Travosh "Thanks for reminding me. I don't have time for this. I really can't handle any more put downs right now." She moves off, fighting back a few enraged tears as she asends to the stonehead.
(23:43:00) Travosh laughs. "If you cant handle it, dont."
(23:43:56) Mariana remains silent for a few moments. She looks at the ground, at the dusty cobbles and the sparse earth. She takes a breath and says shakily, "Travosh. For what you said...thank you."
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:'( Stop it! *sniffel*
Zalya, you should lure an Ulbernaut to their guild house! ... that or something far worse.... ::) :devil:
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XD Those are the RP's I live for. Honestly I was expecting Caraick to make Zalya cry this time. Not Mari! Maybe I'll just egg the temple...
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;D It was interesting to explore the sterner side of Mariana, though she (thinks) she does it for Zalya's own good. (Maybe <.< >.>)
Heeeere's another one! :
(23:50:46) Mariana moves to deposit Wulfar in a chair.
(23:53:01) Wulfar continues his murmuring, an agonized look coming to his eyes.
(23:53:39) Mariana tries to focus on what Wulfar is saying. She manages to at least look directly at him, and says bluntly, "That was incredibly stupid. She would have ki....killed you." She puts a paw over her eyes, the fingers twitching erratically.
(23:55:01) Wulfar's throat releases an agonized scream, as his eyes flicker into focus, on Mariana. His arms wrench at the table, leaving gouge marks in the wood. "I watched her /die/!" he shakes his head, "She was /dead/!" he looks up wildly at Mariana, "Why didn't you kill me?" he laments
(23:56:55) Mariana jerks back so fast in her chair it almost topples over. Something flickers in her eyes, something primal and intense: Fear. Blatant and alarming terror. She masks it quickly, but it seems that the menki's shouting has triggered something, and the trembling intensifies as she watches his claws harshly ravage the wooden surface of the table. "E...e...easy," she stammers. "Easy, Wulfar. Just take it easy, I don't know what you're talking about. What are you saying?"
(23:57:58) Wulfar grips the table, intense pain and sorrow crossing his eyes, and energy gone, he slumps into his chair, openly sobbing. "Mari, I'm so, so sorry..." he murmurs, and continues, "I watched her die. Paor, she's dead. Forever. And I'll never find her."
(00:01:18) Mariana's face falls with understanding. "A sister?" She asks. "Ah..." She fights for the right word. "A companion?" She reaches out a hesitant paw, and it quakes visibly as she moves to lay it gently on his shoulder. A shudder travels up her body, but she ignores the jolt.
(00:03:21) Wulfar breathes harder, agony wracking his entire body. His head shudders with the sobs, "She was my sister. My family." he unclenches his paws, slowly, allowing the emotions to flow through him. As Mariana touches his shoulder, his whole body seems to slump, and he succumbs. "My family." he eaks out, raw, animal pain releasing.
(00:05:35) Mariana tightens her grip comfortingly on Wulfar's shoulder. "I understand," she whispers. "Do you...do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened? I'll listen. I'm here to listen." She moves her paw to touch the back of the clamod's head, in an almost maternal gesture.
(00:09:13) Wulfar's body convulses once more, and he stiffens, head bowed. As Mariana's paw touches his head, he blinks, twice, and breathing easier, begins to fiddle with his necklace. His claws come out once more, but calmly. "Aedrich. Eventually, . . " he pauses, then stumbles on; "Eventually he got fed up with Da. He'd seen the old menki take his frustrations out on Paor 'n me, and he'd had enough. So one night, Aedrich and I snuck into Da's room, where him 'n Ma were sleeping." a wince forms on his face, and he pauses, gulping.
(00:10:41) Mariana rubs her thumb on Wulfar's fur. The pain in her face seems almost physical, and perhaps it is, but she does not remove her paw from the menki's head, not willing to take away what little comfort it may provide. Her breathing is forcibly calm and steady, and she speaks in hushed, smooth, soothing tones. "It's alright," she murmurs. "I'm listening. I'm here."
(00:13:00) Wulfar shudders, and emotions cease to control his face. He remains where he is, but his tone is even, controlled....icy. What emotion was laced in his words is gone now, and his voice is a deep, unnerving timbre. "We killed him. He had no right doing what he did to us, and he'll never do it again. This time though, it was for good. I said finish him, but Aedrich wanted it done right." his tail flicks softly, "Aedrich decided to teach him a lesson first."
(00:15:02) Mariana continues to rub her thumb over Wulfar's brow. Softly, she begins to hum something, a warm, empathetic sort of tune that tumbles easily from her throat. It reverberates in her chest, familiar and listless, the beat somewhat off-tempo. She notes the coldness in Wulfar's voice, but still she presses onward, urging gently before resuming her gentle melody: "You can tell me what happened. You need to know, I understand."
(00:16:58) Wulfar forges on, "So he woke ma. He told me, 'wulf, tie her up, make her watch this.', and I knew if I didn't, he'd do to me worse than what Da did. So I did. I tied my own mother up to our kitchen chair, while we brought Da out. By that time, Aedrich had already taken his feet..." he shudders, pupils dilating, "So he had to drag him, bloody stumps and all. Da was making Gods-awful noises and started whimpering when he saw me. Ma couldn't even make a sound, she was so scared."
(00:19:06) Mariana winces slightly. A haunted look creeps into her eyes, and a tremor travels down her spine, all the way to the tip of her tail, which begins to twitch in an effort to conceal her growing apprehension. "You didn't have much of a choice, Wulfar," she supports. "You didn't have a choice. As you said, he would have killed you as well." She pauses with her muzzle open, about to add something, but simply shuts it again and resumes the same melody, listening.
(00:21:44) Wulfar winces, ever so slightly. "Ma watched Aedrich .. . Ma watched him take Da's fingers, first. He taunted Da, telling him it was all he deserved for hurting us the way he did. Then, he took the rest of his hands, then his arms. The whole time, Aedrich was healing Da, keeping him on the brink of death, letting his wounds sluggishly bleed and heal, over and over." his eyes widen and his tail stops short. "Then he snapped. Da had stopped talking, his head was slumped and I don't think he could even hear, or think, or talk anymore. All I could hear was Ma's heart beating. Aedrich...finished it. He said after this, Da would never be back." Wulfar struggles, fear growing in his eyes.
(00:24:23) Mariana cannot contain the shudder that passes through her at Wulfar's macabre description of his father's demise. There is a span of silence, her humming stopped, and she takes a rattling breath of air before interjecting: "Vengeance can make people to very cruel things. I know this myself. I've felt that hatred build in my own veins. Everyone reaches a snapping point; a body and a mind can only take so much abuse before something in it cracks. I suppose it's a momentary insanity of sorts...you can only think of one thing, and that thing is to kill. To maim those that have maimed you. Harmed that injured body and soul. Your brother...what he did. You know it wasn't right, but you also know...why." She clears her throat, and the paw on the man's head gives another erratic twitch, before her thumb resumes massaging his temple.
(00:26:45) Wulfar nods, softly. "Paor walked in as Da was finished. I've never seen my sister break." he winces, again. "But she stopped short, and fell to the ground. Aedrich didn't care. His eyes, they seemed like they were gone. Like something else was in there. He went after Ma next..." he pauses, regaining control of himself. "But mercifully she was gone faster than Da. Aedrich tossed her like a rag doll, straight to Dakkru." Wulfar looks up, directly at Mariana. "Paor was crying the whole time."
(00:29:43) Mariana swallows. The tendons and muscles in her throat clench tightly, and her eyes mist over with tears. There is something faraway in her expression, as though Wulfar's own admonitions are stirring up deep, hidden, and painful memories of her own. "Everything she knew was falling apart," she murmurs, her voice cracking. "Everything and everyone she thought she loved. Your brother abandoned himself to his anger. He let it take him over, and it turned him into the very thing he'd come to loath." She meets Wulfar's eyes directly, and a tear trickles unbidden out of her ducts and carves a channel in her fur. "Did...did Aedrich kill her, as well?"
(00:34:28) Wulfar's tail swishes, eyes mist, and he weeps softly, words coming out as a low murmur. "I took her and ran. I ran to Kirta's, got her, and took Paor with us. Paor couldn't even look at me, all she did was run. Aedrich stayed behind....burning. The house, burned, everything burned. I thought he burned with it, but he caught up with us near the river." he clenches his jaw, still weeping. "Kirta died first. She gave herself for me. Last thing I heard was her telling me.." he shakes his head, and then continues. "Paor was next. Aedrich threw me to the side like I was...nothing. He didn't care that I was his own brother anymore. I fell against a rock and couldn't move, paralyzed either by fear or pain. Paor didn't move. She could have, but she didn't. She didn't move." he moves a paw to clench at his side, "And Aedrich ripped her, limb from limb, like an ulbernaut. There was nothing there, just blood and pieces of my own sister and Kirta." his eyes ice, and he attempts to control his emotions. "Paor didn't make a sound."
(00:39:00) Mariana's eyes turn from glassy to steel. For a moment, her muzzle twitches, and a low, soft growl rumbles in her throat. It grates out past her teeth, as though she'd been trying to contain it for Wulfar's sake, but failed. Her paw moves over to grip the table harshly, and one by one, the candles in the building burst to a bright, streaking flame, before they extinguish. Mariana keeps her other paw, its grip somehow still gentle, on Wulfar's head. Her ragged breathing evens itself out after a moment, and she nods once to simply show she hears the story and understands. "Worse than your father, he became, in the end," she affirms. "That is why you do not believe in family. Because in the end, the one you loved betrayed you and everything you cared about." Her expression softens. "There was nothing you could have done, Wulfar. You are not a coward because of your actions. Listen to me: there was nothing you could have done."
(00:41:15) Wulfar whispers, "I was wrong to attack that woman. She looked like Paor, and I thought, Aedrich must have gone to Dakkru and petitioned for some sick version of my sister, to haunt me." he winces, "I am a coward. I talk when I should fight, run when I should stand."
(00:43:36) Mariana nods slowly. "No," she says. "Wulfar, I've run many many times in my life. I've run away so very many times. When the fear grips like ice in your veins. You run, or you freeze in your place. It's like someone's got a grip on your lungs and you can't really breathe. All you can do is...is stand, and watch." She finally removes her paw from the menki's head and rubs it with the thumb of her other hand, a shudder passing through her once more.
(00:47:49) Wulfar whuffs as Mariana removes her hand, a slight tremor shooting up his body to his face at the release of motion. His eyes travel over Mariana and he locks them on her. Words come slowly, but when they do, they come as a floodgate being released; "I told you, Mariana, you would not want me as family. One day, you will stand in peril and I will be frozen. Kirta sacrificed herself for me and yet I find myself such a..." he grips his leg, "such a coward, that when that day comes, you, or Sarras, or Shadow, or anyone, I will watch die, and I will not be able to stop it." he slows, searching for more words. "I watched it when that creature attacked. I watched you bleed out, and in that moment, I was afraid you would never be back. I knew you wouldn't." he shakes his head, "You say I am fit, and it is my place to do as I did, but shame has become my soul."
(00:53:01) Mariana watches Wulfar's face for a prolonged, silent breath. She stands up slowly, and moves around the table towards the menki. Her paw shifts upwards, the motion sluggish as though she forces it through half-dried cement to touch the side of his face. She tries to force him to look at her directly, her back turned to Sarras, and she whispers in low tones, hoping that the words will land only on his ears. "I will never leave," she says. "No matter what happens I won't turn on you, and I won't disdain you for your mistakes. I am mottled on the inside, I'm just as broken as anybody else. There is nothing truly strong about me. I draw my strength from my own compassion, so let me extend that to you. Selfishly I piece my brokeness back together by seeking to mend it in others. When I say you are my brother, I mean it. When I say you are my friend I mean that too. Because you see, there is nothing real about a love that ignores the mutual pains. I need your hurt to truly understand you, and I won't blanch from it. I won't turn away. I will accept every piece of it, every little part. Even the things that hurt, make us who we are, because we can overcome them."
(00:58:32) Wulfar allows his head to move, eyes locking on Mariana's. His icy stare blinks, melts, and he is Wulfar again. Tension eases from his body, and he offers his hands to close over Mariana's, giving a gentle yet firm squeeze. He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again, eyes still locked on the fenki's. His ears flicker for a second, and he intones, in as low a voice as Mariana's; "Then I will take it. I have no love lost for family, and I do not intend to ever believe in mine again. But I will be yours, and any of your brother or sisters, and I will, I swear, not let my fear take me again. I have watched too much of my love die, so when you find me with little left, do not take me as a cur. I am jaded," he gives a half smile, "But it appears you may be too." he moves his forehead down towards the paws. "I will not go far."
(01:02:39) Mariana's eyes flash with the same fear, this time deeply-seated in her eyes, desperately masked, as Wulfar's fingers brush her paw. She smiles through it, and though the smile is genuine and true, the fear remains like a cancer in her eyes until he lowers his face. She lets her arm drop to her side. "I believe you," she says. "I believe what you say. And you believe me, we can change who we are. As for being jaded," she chuckles wryly. "I quite resemble that remark, I'm sure you'll come to find." She lets a breath slowly out through her muzzle, and as she does her shoulders sag tiredly with it, as though she were deflating. "Wulfar," she says. "You have told me your story. One day I will tell you mine." The usual cocky-half grin rises on her face to cover the chagrin that flashes through it. "I'm anything if not fair. And as my family, you deserve my trust."
(01:04:06) Wulfar nods shortly. Watching her eyes carefully again, he nods slowly. "I think I understand a bit better." he raises his hands to show her, then moves them back to his sides. "You have lost family too, I think." he returns the grin, painfully, yet decidedly. "I will listen."
(01:04:15) Wulfar lets out a yawn. "Soon."
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Maybe I'll just egg the temple...
>.<
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I'm not even sure if that qualifies as a post, Caraick ;)
Oh drat, dramawulf ended up on here. Maybe killwulf will too sometime.
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I'm not even sure if that qualifies as a post, Caraick ;)
Oh drat, dramawulf ended up on here. Maybe killwulf will too sometime.
>_> Sure it does!
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(23:24:50) Mariana shakes her head. "You've repeatedly told Teshia and Caraick that they weren't fit to be parents. You stole one of their children, and then sniveled about it for the longest time when there were, shockingly, consiquences. You have undermined the two publicly, many times, even trying to do it on the level of a 'funny jab,' when you know it isn't. And you have on more than one occasion insulted Travosh, accusing him of things he has not done. If you cannot realize how descructive you are, then there truly is no breaking through your thick skull."
(00:05:35) Mariana tightens her grip comfortingly on Wulfar's shoulder. "I understand," she whispers. "Do you...do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened? I'll listen. I'm here to listen." She moves her paw to touch the back of the clamod's head, in an almost maternal gesture.
Mari's way of helping people is very diverse.
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(23:24:50) Mariana shakes her head. "You've repeatedly told Teshia and Caraick that they weren't fit to be parents. You stole one of their children, and then sniveled about it for the longest time when there were, shockingly, consiquences. You have undermined the two publicly, many times, even trying to do it on the level of a 'funny jab,' when you know it isn't. And you have on more than one occasion insulted Travosh, accusing him of things he has not done. If you cannot realize how descructive you are, then there truly is no breaking through your thick skull."
(00:05:35) Mariana tightens her grip comfortingly on Wulfar's shoulder. "I understand," she whispers. "Do you...do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened? I'll listen. I'm here to listen." She moves her paw to touch the back of the clamod's head, in an almost maternal gesture.
Mari's way of helping people is very diverse.
;D It varies depending on what's being discussed...say, the unhappy incidence of a few miscreant emotional curses or the gut wrenching admission that your entire family was torn limb from limb by your sadistic older brother <.<
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C'mon people, post your RP's! It's fun! \\o//
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I would, but I lose most of my logs all the time, and they're too extreme for forum lurker eyes.
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I would, but I lose most of my logs all the time, and they're too extreme for forum lurker eyes.
:whistling: Don't mind me.
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Okay, okay... Here's one I really liked. It was one of those ones that came up spontaneously, and turned out well. This takes place in the Stonehead by the fire. The only edits that have been made here where a few spelling fixes, and cutting out all the background OOC chatter.
(18:33:00) Eirene continues to stare into the fire, "Zalya, do you remember me from some time ago, or do you feel you know me? I have an odd sense we've met before."
(18:33:57) Vabine puts the coal in one of kra's sack.
(18:34:19) Zalya shakes her head looking down still. She seems to stiffen up and speaks through her awkward feelings "I- Um no, but... Sorry. Never mind."
(18:34:35) Eirene says: No, really... it's ok.
(18:35:09) Eirene says: Please, my memory is awful since that fall I had at the bronze doors... I think it's coming back slowly.
(18:35:20) Eirene says: We are friends here now... I think
(18:35:24) Eirene nods to kra, right?
(18:35:46) Vabine smiles at Zalya: "Enki looks worried. Enki must have thought too much too today. Kra shouldn't have ask help with kra's homework."
(18:35:52) Zalya shrugs and shifts again. "I don't think we've met, but you look at me... Strangely. I don't really know how to say it."
(18:36:20) Vabine turns to Eirene. "Sure we are nolthir!"
(18:36:32) Eirene smiles and shifts her eyes downward. "Ah, yes... that happens sometimes. I understand. There must be something quiet close to the veil for you...
(18:37:04) Eirene thinks quietly a moment. "Have you lost a loved one recently? or, have you sent a message that did not get a reply?"
(18:37:23) Eirene looks up questioningly to Zalya then rests her eyes back on the fire... listening.
(18:37:39) Zalya looks up to Eirene "I- How did you know...?"
(18:37:58) Eirene nods quietly.
(18:38:20) Eirene says: Sometimes, it is in my eyes, before I even know it.
(18:38:32) Eirene says: May I, and, how can I help?
(18:38:33) Vabine smiles amused "Nolthir must know magic!"
(18:38:56) Eirene nods to kra, "the magic knows me is more like it... I try to keep up."
(18:39:22) Zalya continues to look at Eirene curiously and a little upset "My mother is still in the quarantine of Ojaveda. I haven't... Well I haven't heard from her in a long time."
(18:40:01) Vabine's smiles turns upside down for a moment: "Kra is sorry about that. Kra will become healer and help your mother."
(18:40:13) Eirene nods. "This is very strong bond, a mother and daughter. She must be reaching out to you spiritually. Sometimes these message get through. Shall I try to listen for you?"
(18:40:41) Zalya nods a bit, keeping her mouth shut.
(18:41:04) Vabine looks to Eirene without understanding.
(18:41:06) Eirene nods back very slowly, starting to lock her eyes onto Zalya's.
(18:41:50) Zalya looks back into Eirene's eyes, resisting the urge to pull away.
(18:41:56) Eirene lowers her head and closes her eyes, while she reaches out to hold kra and Zalya's hands.
(18:42:44) Vabine gives kra's hand, removing kra's head from it.
(18:42:46) Eirene says: Mother and daughter, always one...
(18:43:00) Eirene says: Mother and daughter, always one...
(18:43:26) Zalya grips Eirene's hand softly and she begins to tremble slightly.
(18:43:42) Eirene says: even lost and from afar, speak to us now and we will again be one
(18:44:05) Eirene tightens her grip on Zalya's hand and arches her back, speaks with a happy and bright voice...
(18:44:28) Eirene says: Zalya honey! You look wonderful! It's is so nice to see you...
(18:44:34) Eirene says: I just wish I could hug you so...
(18:45:02) Vabine smiles excited: "You can nolthir! Kra can hug enkis too!"
(18:45:08) Eirene says: aww... dearest Zalya, my beautiful, don't you cry now... but...
(18:45:26) Zalya looks at Eirene with her jaw dropped "I-I- " She can't seem to put her words together.
(18:45:40) Eirene says: ...you know, I won't be with you again, to hold you.
(18:46:09) Vabine looks worried: "Why? Where are you going nolthir?"
(18:46:24) Eirene is clearly in a trance, drops her head lowly, then rolls her chin back upward, smiling. "It's a sad thing to think of, but...
(18:46:34) Zalya's eyes well up with tears and she looks at Eirene her voice trembling as she asks the question "W-what happened mom?"
(18:46:51) Eirene says: Zalya, you pull those boot up... you know it won't do to be sad, so listen...
(18:47:32) Eirene says: Until they take me across the river for good, I will be with you. Holding your paw. Yours in mine, we are one and we always will be...
(18:47:48) Eirene says: But... aw... now...
(18:47:56) Eirene shivers as she feels a pull...
(18:47:58) Zalya nods up and down quickly. She tries her hardest to hold back tears, but can't stop them. "No... Don't leave!" She cries out.
(18:48:18) Eirene's hand reaches up and quietly strokes Zalya's cheek. "Shhh, little baby..."
(18:48:41) Eirene thumb wipes Zalya's tears softly. "Shhh... "
(18:49:11) Eirene says: Momma gonna go now, take the raft over. Been waiting to try to see you one more time. Things didn't work out in Ojaveda real well...
(18:49:13) Zalya makes no effort to resist. She sits there quietly starring at Eirene as if she was someone else "Don't go..."
(18:49:32) Zalya says: I love you mother. I do.
(18:49:48) Eirene says: I love you my Zalya. You are the pride of my life, and the life of my pride.
(18:49:56) Eirene says: Be strong, do good for me, ok baby?
(18:50:40) Zalya nods as the tears continue to flow down her face "I will..." She says withe her voice still shaking.
(18:50:42) Eirene's hand slowly retracts and grips Zalya's paw again.
(18:50:58) Vabine stays silent, understanding that kra is not understanding.
(18:51:31) Eirene takes in a deep breath and then seems to relax again
(18:51:31) Zalya squeezes Eirene's hand tightly "I love you..."
(18:52:01) Eirene shakes suddenly and opens her eyes again, looking deeply in Zalya's eyes.
(18:52:06) Eirene tears up.
(18:52:45) Eirene looks to kra, sees his confusion. "Sorry kra, you were good to stay... "
(18:53:03) Eirene lets go the hands and wipes her tears. "I saw her, did she see you?"
(18:53:09) Eirene turns back to Zalya as she speaks.
(18:53:13) Vabine looks at both kra's friend, without understanding: "Is something wrong?"
(18:53:36) Zalya releases Eirene's hand. She makes no sound for a moment but then buries her head in her paws and weeps loudly.
(18:53:37) Eirene says: Well, yes and no my friend.
(18:53:50) Eirene hugs Zalya and motions kra to do the same.
(18:54:19) Vabine hugs Zalya, smiling: "Kra can hug enkis! And some klyros..."
(18:55:05) Eirene says: You see Vabine, Zalya's mother is facing the true death. Right now. She was here, in spirit, to say good bye to Zalya. Such a wonderful gift.
(18:55:11) Eirene says: She had a strong spirit and drive to do that.
(18:55:12) Zalya hugs both Vabine and Eirene back "T-thank you..."
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I'm not even sure if that qualifies as a post, Caraick ;)
Oh drat, dramawulf ended up on here. Maybe killwulf will too sometime.
>_> Sure it does!
Again, your descriptiveness amazes me.
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I aim to please!
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I am to misbehave.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjmA2cTNu8I (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjmA2cTNu8I) \\o//
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I aim to please!
You are consistent at the least, I'll give you that.^.^
@Zalya: Serenity win.
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Buahaha. I'm glad you've come to some form of appreciation for me, Cairn ;) I'll take what I can get.
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Buahaha. I'm glad you've come to some form of appreciation for me, Cairn ;) I'll take what I can get.
I have always appreciated you, in whatever incarnation you appear in :P
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/me snerks.
Suuure you have, my furry friend. Suuuure you have. ;)
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/me snerks.
Suuure you have, my furry friend. Suuuure you have. ;)
Some earlier ones perhaps took longer than others, but I'm a man that is quick to like, and long to gripe :P
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/me watches from the shadows for an opportune moment. Seeing the target menkis otherwise occupied with witty banter, she advances quietly with a length of pretty red yarn in her paws. Grabbing their long, swishing tails, she quickly does her worst by tying them tightly together, and then running off cackling like a mad woman.
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(23:24:09) Caraick interlaces his fingers over his staff's wooden handle. "You see, there are two ways of resisting Azure Way magic. One is to simply become more skilled in the Way itself. If you tell Teshia that I'm nearly to the third Realm of knowledge from Jayose, I'll put you in a small room with Roled, and coat you in a jooniper pie coating, I swear it." he grins a bit.
(23:26:41) Mariana blinks. Her lips twitch slightly at the comment, and the corners of her eyes crinkle a bit. She places a paw over her heart. "Upon my word, and upon the fear of that rather...creative threat, I'll not speak a word of it to anyone," she replies. She shakes her head. "Though it's good you're developing a resistance to it...it would look fairly bad if the leader of a guild went stark raving mad for no reason." She smirks, then sobers. "You were saying that there is another way to resist?"
(23:28:53) Caraick chuckles at Mariana's rationale, and his eyes glint with something resembling pride, as though he agrees very strongly with her logic. "Precisely my motivations for doing so." He taps his fingers along the wood of the staff. "The second means is by building a resistance to the effects of mind-invasive Azure Way tactics and spells, such as Psychic Darts, and forms of mind control, or influence. By building up one's will, in a way, one can become trained to resist nearly the full entirety of effects from such spells."
(23:32:14) Mariana rocks back on her folded legs and regards Caraick for a few beats, her eyes intent and focused. "I already know certain things about control and force of will from Red Way use. Are you suggesting I work directly with someone who uses Azure Way in order to...build up resistance?" She brushes a brief paw over her head; a small semicircle that sends a cascade of snowflakes over her brow. She wrinkles her nose a bit and moves to flick one of the flakes from it.
(23:34:18) Caraick holds Mariana's gaze quietly, and he shrugs his shoulders lightly, a few snowflakes falling from his clothing has he does so. "I'm suggesting nothing, merely offering you the option, and advice, should you like to choose such a path."
(23:36:06) Mariana pushes her hood back from her head and fixes Caraick with a hard look, one that is both assertive and introspective, as if she's trying to peer right into the quiet clamod's skill and figure him out. She opens her muzzle slowly to respond. "Are you offering your services to the end of building up resistance, then?" She inquires.
(23:37:29) Caraick ismply continues to hold his gaze, quietly, and calmly, the same as he has been for the duration of the conversation. "Should you wish me to help you, I'm sure that, no matter your little trust for me, that it may be better than any other options I can think of, immediately. Namely Esorono."
(23:39:36) Mariana keeps her gaze steady and intense for a few more breaths, as if she's fighting Caraick on some subliminal level. Her eyes narrow for a brief instant, undecided, and she finally nods her head once. "I don't really like the idea, but it's better than having myself be a danger to those around me." She waves a paw at Caraick. "So...how do we proceed?"
(23:41:35) Caraick smiles quietly. "I'm sure your will is more than sufficiently strong to resist well enough as it is. In order to train yourself against the effects of someone intruding into your mind, you must learn how to repel someone from your mind. And in order to do that, you must first let them in."
(23:43:15) Mariana's eyes flicker with something that resembles fear; an emotion that rarely crosses the fenki's face. "And...what information would said individual be privy to once access to the mind is granted?" She asks, her face molding swiftly into an unreadable mask.
(23:44:49) Caraick blinks quietly, watching Mariana's eyes, and expressions intently. "Whatever they should choose to access. However, as you begin to learn the techniques of invading another's mind, you'll find it's not so much about choosing a memory, as it is processing the sea of memories which inevitably confronts the intruder. Are you ready?"
(23:47:11) Mariana straightens her spine as though she's bracing against an incoming tide. She flicks her ears towards Caraick, and her tail swishes back and forth, the only real physical sign of her discomfort. "Ready when you are," she replies, her eyes again flickering with the same small amount of apprehension as before. Caraick's words don't seem to sooth her at all, instead, they seem to make her more agitated.
(23:48:22) Caraick holds his staff out, slightly to the side, the point glowing a dull, azure color, in place of the normal bright crystal glow. Without even waiting for Mariana to ready herself, or finish her reply, he launches a sharp barb for her mind, like a hungry leech, searching for memories to devour.
(23:50:58) Mariana's head snaps back and my eyes widen at Caraick's abrupt attack. She instantly begins shutting down certain memories, fragile ones that seem carefully guarded and shoved into multiple corners of her mind. Her pupils contract to vertical slits as she focuses, a hint of anger evident at the intrusion as she battles the barb.
(23:52:33) Caraick's voice echoes in the caverns of Mariana's mind, amplified to a phantasmal pitch, and distorted in waves. "Learn to form a barrier for yourself. Protect your mind as a whole, rather than your individual memories. Or else, they are mine."
(23:54:55) Mariana's lips slowly curl back from her fangs; creating a snarl that borders on feral. She attempts to wrap some sort of shield around her mind, unable to keep random memories, most unsettling, from surfacing. She presses the tips of her fingers to her temples as thought he voice is making her head pound.
(23:55:52) Caraick's voice slowly begins the fad,e and the barb recede. The last tendrils of the Enkidukai's voice fade, as the sharp pain of the barb also fades.
(23:56:55) Caraick looks up at Mariana a moment, his eyes glistening quietly with tears, his cheeks wet by ones already shed. He looks down, his face hidden by it's own shadow, and he simply rests there a moment, allowing her to recover.
(23:58:50) Mariana keeps her paws on the sides of her head. She takes a few deep, steadying breaths, her chest seeming to heave erratically at first, but she slowly forces herself to relax and seems to physically swallow her emotions into a deep pit she's generated internally for such a task. She opens her eyes and looks back at the menki, and her impassive expression slowly melds to one of bewildered surprise at seeing his tears.
23:59:56) Caraick stands, and slowly dusts at his elbows and knees, then wipes backhandedly at his eyes and face. "We'll...Continue tomorrow.. You did well."
(00:01:12) Mariana staggers to her feet, some grass and accumulated snow floating to the ground with the movement. She swallows once, nervously, as if unsure of what to say. So she opts for generic: "As you wish. My thanks for the lesson."
(00:02:13) Caraick nods slowly. "You'll become more...familiar with defending yourself. Turning the attack around..." he turns, and walks quietly for the hill's end.
(00:03:26) Mariana remains silent, watching Caraick walk away without a word. She raises a paw in a wordless farewell, though her face is still completely bewildered, and turns to collect her things before leaving the hilltop herself.
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That is mighty in beauty, Caraick.
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That is mighty in beauty, Caraick.
;D I felt the need to prove he had his more eloquent moments.
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:) That was a very, very, very fun RP. All cred to Mari. :thumbup:
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Well it was wonderful to read :woot:
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Same for me. Nice to go back and read over fun stories, like that :)
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Yeah. Seriously the more I read it the more I googly eye over it, because Car, this is spot on. Not to brag on ya, but it's hard to do AW and I think this is a shining example of proper participation on both ends.
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Oh drat, dramawulf ended up on here. Maybe killwulf will too sometime.
Well, nobody died, but I hope fightwulf will suffice.
(23:58:56) Wulfar stands, stripping himself of shirt and arm wear until only his legs and feet remain covered. He drops his items by his saber and tria, and tips a nod to Tanosn while he walks over to Mariana.
(00:00:39) Mariana frowns a bit at the menki's display, puzzling over it. She takes an automatic step back, arching a brow, but then seems to get the better of herself and plants her feet. "Well, however you like to fight I suppose," she says. "Are you ready to begin?"
(00:00:45) Wulfar tightens the leather strips on his hands, flexing them as he does so, claws sheathing and unsheathing as he fixes them carefully."
(00:03:13) Wulfar relaxes into a relaxed, natural posture, his feet forming a slightly curved "L" shape. He raises his paws slightly in front of them, making almost indiscernible motions with them. He begins to circle Mariana to the right, every few feet attempting to make inroads of a few inches on the fenki. His eyes are fixed between the fenki's hips and her blades, and his ears fall flat. His tail swishes slowly back and forth while he moves.
(00:04:37) Mariana observes Wulfar's actions curiously for a moment. She frowns slightly. "Doesn't seem like a fair fight," she admits. "I don't think you can get through my armor with nothing but your paws." Voice trailing off as she watches him, the strength spell she'd infused herself with flickers and dies away, and she too sinks into a comfortable, natural defensive stance. She pivots on the balls of her feet smoothly, following Wulfar with both body and eyes, so that her back isn't facing him.
(00:06:14) Wulfar shrugs, his words coming out as a soft lulling reverberation from the back of his throat. "You'd be surprised." He feints to the right /hard/, his natural speed and the ease of the movement suddenly reversing as he ducks, and jabs with some strength at the fenki's left shoulder
(00:09:53) Mariana falls for the feint, in the process of shifting her swords in anticipation of a block. She leaves the shoulder open in the process, unintentionally, and the blow connects at full force. For a moment the fenki's jaw grinds in pain, the color leaving her muzzle, but she makes no sound whatsoever save for a sharp intake of breath. She recovers and swings her blade towards Wulfar in a counter-attack, aiming to unbalance him with it by going for the knee. However, the power of the blow seems both weakened by her own lingering fatigue and by the pain of the blow the clamod just managed to land.
(00:11:47) Wulfar's face doesn't react as leather and paw connects with hard metal, and his pupils widen when Mari swings her swords. He attempts to use the momentum of his feint-and-hit, lowering his shoulder and leaping off the ground to avoid both the blades and working to bulldoze the fenki over. One of the blades connects with his shin, and he lets out a small yelp of pain.
(00:15:23) Mariana barely has the time to admire the blow she actually managed to land, though she does observe the quick motions of the clamod, with a keen and attentive eye. However, her motions still seem retarded from her last violent death, and though her eyes widen and she moves to step out of the way, she has no way to stop Wulfar short of risking impaling him on her blade with his own momentum. She doesn't try. She takes the hit to her right side and loses her balance, landing on the ground with a whoosh of air escaping her lungs and a muttered obscene adjective afterwards. Instantly she begins scrambling to regain her footing.
(00:19:24) Wulfar lands with a thud, and pushes himself up to his feet with his hands, his eyes still locked on Mariana's body. Realizing the urgent need to stay within reach of the fenki but too close for comfort and blades, he propels himself with both hind legs at her, then brings an elbow up and drops it down swiftly, aiming at the fenki's right knee with force to imbalance with armour, and not near strong enough to cause anything short of causing the fenki to lose her balance once again. As he drops his elbow, his eyes switch to the swords and he attempts to move the legs swiftly from their movement at the fenki to a clamp on the left one, in essence leaving his torso open while working to control Mariana's limbs.
(00:24:00) Mariana snarls, though probably out of frustration rather than anger, as Wulfar's elbow connects with her knee. She stumbles back again, but manages an upright position. She's lost her grip on one of her swords, and she simply leaves it, as it is now out of conceivable reach. Using the other sledge-hammer like, unable to move her legs, she swings it at Wulfar's torso, not hard enough to cause any internal damage, but enough to hopefully stun him so she can regain her footing. There is a strangely frantic air to her motions, her pupils fully slitted not in anger but in terror, and tremors not entirely caused by exhaustion begin to creep slowly like an infection into her limbs as she moves.
(00:25:57) Wulfar lets off a soft smile, but his face remains focused as he sees Mariana's reaction to the blows. Too late, he sees the sword descending, and while he tries to twist out of the way and away from the fenki's body to the grass on her right side, he is still hit, causing him to grimace and let off a small yowl. He works to get up, his hand moving to the side that was hit, and feels at it, working to regain his earlier, relaxed posture while watching Mariana closely for movement.
(00:28:22) Mariana curls her legs into her chest and then hops nimbly back to her feet. She wavers for a moment, but a stubborn shake of her head eliminates the dizziness. She waits for Wulfar again, returning to the same posture as before, patient now. The creeping hysteria seems to have left her for the moment, and again her eyes take on the hard edge, glinting, watching the menki and anticipating what he might next try. She feints to the side to retrieve her lost blade and grips it loosely in her paw, as though the arm that was struck at earlier is experiencing some inconvenient pains.
(00:30:48) Wulfar lets out a whuff of air, and straightens, with obvious signs of real pain. He begins circling Mariana to the left this time, and his hips swing out and then down, his right foot kicking out at the fenki's legs in a sweeping motion. As he moves through the motion he also attempts to launch out of it at the end, in expectation of swords descending. He may not be fast enough. His eyes remain focused on the torso of the fenki he spars with, eyes narrowing.
(00:35:02) Mariana's eyes catch the motion from Wulfar. Her reaction is swift as her eyes shift with every twitch of his muscles, and she moves to her left, with the strike, reducing some but not all of its force. She stumbles noticeably, and instantly her swords swings at the menki's arm, aiming to give a blow with enough force to knock him to the side or at least away. However, as he anticipates her blow, they whiz past him, successfully leaving her torso open to attack.
(00:39:10) Wulfar's elbow bends, and his torso doubles over while he spins out of Mariana's blows. His body is now situated low a few feet away from her right torso, and his stance is almost crouched because of the leverage used to avoid her swords. From this position, he cocks back with his elbow and drives a closed fist directly at the plate armor covering the midriff of the fenki, aiming to knock the wind out of her. The blow, while well-aimed, does not have typical force behind it because of Wulfar's awkward footing.
(00:42:14) Mariana grunts at the blow, wincing slightly as her bruised ribs complain loudly. She takes a step back as a result, a calculating look in her eyes now. She tries to take advantage of Wulfar's already unfamiliar stance to further unbalance him by aiming a second blow at his bent legs, shifting her sword in a quick flat-side slap at the weaker area of the menki's knee.
(00:44:37) Wulfar buckles at the knee, his other one splaying out to brace with the impact. He lowers even further and his upper body straightens. He attempts to hobble backwards, his left-side arm rubbing at his knee softly while his eyes scan the fenki in front of him. He sends her a quick smile and a dip of the head, attempting to maintain a semi-safe distance; "You look well, Mari." he flicks his ears, "And fight better."
(00:47:29) Mariana blinks at the praise, a ghost of a frown flickering across her face for a mere second before she slaps on a mockingly cocky smirk. "Same to you, though it's hardly a fair fight. Fists against armor can't do real damage. Though I have to admit I'm already feeling some bruises...I imagine your paws aren't happy with you either." Shifting hesitantly to a more relaxed stance, she lets her blades dip to touch the tips of the grass blades at her feet. "You're observant," she continues, a certain tightness in her eyes. "Something very important in a fighter. It can give you a win against opponents who might have more experience than yourself."
(00:50:15) Wulfar shrugs, "You still don't trust me." he says, simply, and ducks left, bobs right, and attempts to work his way directly at Mariana's midsection, movements quick and concise. Near the end of his second move, he pauses for a millisecond, his ribs and knee causing a hitch in the otherwise would-be fleet-footed moves. At the end of the display, jabs once with his left at Mariana's right shoulder across his own torso, and once with his right at the lower right sternum of the fenki.
(00:54:57) Mariana's eyes widen in surprise, not having anticipated the attack. She takes an instinctive step backwards, realizing she's just left herself totally open to the assault. Raising the blade in her left paw, she manages to parry the attack to her sternum, albeit awkwardly, but she is not able to raise the other as effectively. A pained grunt is heard, and her paw unclenches as a tremor of reaction travels down it, causing her to drop the other weapon to the ground where it sticks firmly in the soil below. She spins herself to the side, but it's clear that weariness is growing on her, and the motion is slowed by this fact. She faces Wulfar again, holding her single sword with two paws now. "I do trust you," she snaps back, forcefully.
(00:58:38) Wulfar again grits his teeth as his fist connects with dulled blade instead of armor. Though impact is expected, his eyes still close to slits momentarily. Seeing Mariana's sword drop and wary of her other one, he side-steps away from the fenki and begins circling her again, as if prowling. Hs tail flicks back and forth with apparent agitation, and each step is slowed with a hitch, pain causing ripples of taut muscle to run through his legs and side, all the way up into his arm. "You do not. You look at me as if I am something /unholy/" he snaps out, pain apparent now in his eyes as well. He continues circling, tail swishing even faster. "I do not feign to know you as well as you perhaps know me, but there is something you do not let on." he fakes an attack, a swift jab with his right fist, although it is probably apparent that it is not nearly far enough to penetrate the fenki's defenses. "I believe I have some sort of right to know."
(01:03:15) Mariana reacts automatically to Wulfar's motion. There is a flinch, and a raising of her sword in anticipation, but when no blow comes near enough to to damage, she switches to circling Wulfar, countering is motions simply by mirroring them. Her own tail twitches, along with a telling tic in her left eye. "It's not you," she explains shortly. "It's got nothing to do with you, Wulfar." Frustration seems to be growing in her, at having been read to apparently easily, and it shows in the tremor that begins to shake her armor, radiated from the muscles beneath her skin. Her steps go from smooth to somewhat choppy, jagged, her breathing harsh and labored as the exertion of the fight takes its tole. "The knowledge is not relevant," the fenki asserts with forced coolness. "What's past is past."
(01:05:59) Wulfar shakes his head, his own movements coming slower and without as much of the grace he seemed to possess earlier in the fight. He feints another jab at the fenki, this time plunging downwards and then a sharp up at her midsection, heedless of the blade she carries. "The knowledge is /relevant/, Mariana. I will never begin to understand you without it." he lets out with a grunt as he makes the move; "I /trust/ you! Yet you deem me worthless, I might say." breath coming hard.
(01:09:24) Mariana's breath leaves her lungs. More than just tired, she seems entirely distracted now, distress evident on her face from the content of the conversation. She loses her grip on the opposite blade and lets it, too, sink into the soft earth, while she herself back-peddles away from the agitated menki. She flexes her fingers and shifts back to a defensive stance, watching him concernedly, ears pinned flat against her head and muzzle twitching. "Fine," she retorts, a hard edge evident in her voice. "Have it as you will, I will tell you, but not here." Feet carrying her another pace back, she maintains her prepared position, eyes growing glassy.
(01:11:58) Wulfar's jaw muscles grow tight, and as Mariana backs away, he lowers his fists and his posture relaxes. He still seems almost prowling, his eyes narrow and locked onto the fenki. Soon, he gasps sharply, but attempts to hide it with a stamp of his foot and a cough following shortly after. He gives a nod, pride evident in his stance as he straightens regardless of his multiple bruises.
(01:14:25) Wulfar grits his teeth, and his nostrils flare, several more sharp breaths escaping like bars being rattled at a prison through his nose. "You will." he states, and then walks over to his clothing, pulling it on roughly over his bruised body. He gathers his tria bag and saber, strapping them on with almost no care or thought given, and turns to face Mariana; "You could've done much better, you know." he half accuses/querys, and walks back to near her and Sarras.
(01:11:07) Sarras throws her arms out to the sides. "What?!" Agitatedly, she shouts, "You'd rather figuratively spill each other's guts than literally?! What's wrong with you people?"
(01:16:00) Wulfar turns to the elf, pain flitting in spasms as his welts pain him off and on. "You can spar with me tomorrow, if you please. I'm more than willing to test my luck again." he watches the elf shortly, expression still stony. "If it's guts you want, I have them plenty enough to spill. I don't give a damn if I do, either."
(01:17:41) Mariana stoops to pick up her blades, sheathing them quickly and moving with a lethargic, agonized slowness. When she straightens, her expression bears a strange blankness, and to Wulfar's implication she gives a gentle shrug. "I've found that beating people down doesn't always teach them much about the fight," she replies calmly. A smile creeps into her voice. "And if I'd knocked you on your ass I could not have gauged accurately what fighting prowess you might possess." She reaches up to grip at her shoulder with a grimace, rolling it very cautiously to assess the bruising and damage done to the sensitive tendons. She does the same to the other, and slowly brings to gaze around to the flustered elf. "Sometimes words are harder than steel." A statement, spoken with utmost confidence.
(01:21:49) Wulfar nods, a slight smile forming on the corners of his otherwise hard mouth. "Without your amor, perhaps next time. Maybe sometime you'll pit just paws against me?" he trails off his last few words, then shakes his head as if realization is striking him. He then turns from Sarras to Mariana, and gives her a long, hard stare - amber/orange eyes deeply tuned into the fenki's expressions and words. "I apologize if I hurt you, Mariana." he finally lets out, walking slowly and with obvious pain to the fenki. He grins, although it is less a smile than an attempt to lighten conversation. "Do not expect it to get you out of telling me anything."
(01:22:48) Sarras drops her arms to her sides. "All you two do are talk, talk, talk. Cry, cry cry. Whine, whine whine." Her mouth is twisted in disgust, and her head tilted as she gives the two condescending glares. "I swear. You're practically married, with the way you... do... all that dramatic, emotional rivnak shit!" A stomp on the grass ends her point.
(01:25:21) Mariana cranes her neck slightly to look up at the menki. Her eyes are hooded and dulled, no hint of tears in her eyes, despite the elf's rant. "I do not fight hand to hand. I prefer to keep my opponent at arm's length." Tail twitching, the fenki takes in Wulfar's words with a soft, subtle nod. At his statement a faint detection of frustration and anxiety appear, and she merely affirms her agreement with a dip of her chin. "I've had worse than a few blows with fists. It's nothing terribly novel." There is a small space where she stops speaking, thinking, slowly, over her next statement. "I give you my word. I will tell you what you want to know."
(01:30:24) Wulfar's ears flatten at Sarras's statement, and it is obvious that he is wrestling to control his emotions towards the statement for a few minute moments because the muscles in his neck and arms bulge ever-so-slightly. Finally, he is calm; breathing normal, relaxed, and the only indicator something is wrong are the bruises on his hands, side, and the hitch in his gait due to his knee being struck. He nods slowly when Mariana speaks first of her combat, answering in turn; "There is something less personal about swords. They kill too quick, and it does not let you know who you fight. Why they fight, and what gives them the will to struggle against you to stay alive." he pauses at this statement, eyes hooding for a few moments. Finally, he again speaks. "When will you tell me?" he asks, shortly and respectfully. With these words, he dips his head and defers to the fenki with a sense of respect offered in the movement.
(01:33:31) Sarras's face droops, and she closes her eyes. Disappointed that her outburst had little effect, she lets out a short, high-pitch growl. When she's finished her miniature fit, she begins muttering a colorful string of insults about furry people.
(01:34:35) Mariana's eyes flick to Sarras, and then back to Wulfar. She breathes in deliberately, perhaps somehow perturbed by the elf's insult, or maybe struggling already to uphold her end of the bargain due to Wulfar's apparent eagerness. Her eyes shift away from the clamod's face and to her bracers, absently, tracing the minute red and orange lines, and the detailed filigree, letting her thoughts wander upon aimless tracks and thus recover some of its composure. She finishes and forces her gaze to hone itself directly back on his face, a quick motion not unlike peeling the gauze off a wound whose blood has tried tightly to the fabric. "Not now. You and I both need rest after our little bought, I should think. Later. Tomorrow evening, do you know of the tower, the way to the top of the Laanx temple?" A smile passes over her features to hide veiled disgust at Sarras' words, but she makes no comment. "I will lead you there if you do not. And you can pose your questions to me freely, then."
(01:41:29) Wulfar shuffles his feet, looking down for a few seconds. His hands move to his injured side, and he knuckles again at the once freshly-healed ribs that rest gently under his leather. He starts a braid in his left arm, the pattern swooping up, down, and around in a simple knot of velvety fur as his fingers swiftly twine the pattern. His gaze also appears perturbed, and the emotion lies deep in his eyes, like a sallow lake finally exposed to air and the rancid truth rising to the top. Finally, he nods, once. "I can wait. I am not hurt." he lies, a breath hissing through his teeth at the end of the words; "But tomorrow would be good. I do not know the top of this tower at all. . . You will have to show me." A look of concern then flickers on his face, "Is it safe to leave the tavern you think? If I want to look around a bit, in Hydlaa?"
(01:51:28) Wulfar runs his left hand through the fur on the top of his head, the motion slow and almost rough. He looks around the green of the arena for a few moments, but soon enough his eyes return to rest on those of Mariana, and his brows drop into a worried line at the fenki's grin - obviously spotting it to be something other than jovial. As he notes this, his own smile forms on his face, kindred to the fenkis, but his appearing more real as a dry reaction to hers. "I do not think," he starts slowly, words fumbling from his mouth; "That I will leave Kada's until you come." he finishes with wavering certainty. "I feel eyes watching me even when I step into and lock my room." he purses his lips in thought, "But I will be good until tomorrow, I think. A bed does sound good." he makes a motion at Mariana as if playfully nudging her across the air, but intakes swiftly with a 'eep' as pain instead sweeps across his bruised ribs. He retracts the movement ruefully and instead sends a swift, almost imperceptible smile. "We have a deal, then. And I would not mind another spar. You fought something else tonight, and I do not think I learned much other than your armor is as solid as it looks."
(01:55:32) Mariana lets out a wry chuckle at Wulfar's last statement. "Hard as steel, as it were," she states rather dryly. She hesitates for a second, seeing the effect her reactions have on the clamod, watching his parroting of her facial expressions. A two way street, as it were. "You need to get that looked at. I am sorry, I didn't mean to damage you." Advancing, she lowers herself to a crouch, out of eye level, and moves to press her paw lightly against his side, considerate of his tender bruising. "I'm no healer, but I can mend the little things, sometimes," she whispers. Light twinkles in the palm of her paw, forming a concentrated ball, as she tries to send these warm, healing energies into the damaged tissue in Wulfar's side. If nothing else, it might at least alleviate some of the soreness and the pain. Her eyes close as she works, and a soft, familiar humming can be heard, a strain constantly looping quietly, subconsciously.
(02:01:15) Wulfar blinks as Mariana moves to touch him, but grits his teeth and allows it, ears only flattening a few millimeters from their original position, then flicking back up. He watches her form the ball of light, curiosity mixed with something akin to disdain crossing his features, but he drops it and appears stunned for a second at his own thought process. He chuffs softly as the light enters his side slowly, and stretches as a subconscious response, surprise again crossing his face when pain, thought felt, is not as apparent. He reaches up his right paw to scratch a line across his muzzle gently, and begins to hum along. At first, his humming is muted and patchy, but as memories are resurgent and Mariana's voice continues in the tune, he catches on, the song emanating from deep in his throat, low and resonant.
(02:01:36) Wulfar says: I'll be alright, I promise. . . Though I didn't know you could heal.
(02:05:25) Mariana smiles faintly as she stands up again. Something about the melody seems to have relaxed her, and now she looses her tightened muscles from their nearly tetanic tension, her feet flat on the ground rather than poised and prepared for sudden and swift movement. She stops humming, reluctantly, and cranes her head to the right in thought. "Not nearly as accomplished as Teshia, no. I barely grazed the surface of how to heal. Bumps and bruises are about all I can do, all things considered. But if you break a bone or lose a limb all I can do is hold your paw and coo soothing things at you." Laughter bubbles in her chest to show the situation described is only a jest, and she studies the change in Wulfar's posture, searching his eyes for traces of undue pain. After a span of silence, she prompts, "We should go rest, now. Back to the tavern. I will go with you. You've had enough excitement for one day, I think, and some ice, perhaps, would be nice for those blunt blows." She walks towards the tunnel and turns to peer over her shoulder expectantly, the smile on her muzzle less forced and more genuine.
(02:09:51) Wulfar nods softly, returning the smile. He stands for a few seconds, a searching look in his face. When it is seemingly apparent to him that he will not find his answer, he strides after the fenki, slow, measured steps no longer halted by the hitch or pain felt earlier. He laughs softly again, more this time at himself than anything, and flexes his paws for a few seconds. As he walks, he begins to undo the leather strips bound to his hands and deposits them in his pouch. His knuckles in particular appear a deep, raw red, and his skin is still, if not moreso, bruised than before. Catching up slightly to Mariana, he turns his head to her, tilting it ever-so-slightly. "Thank you. For sparring, and healing." he says, leaving something unsaid hanging in the air. At this, he speeds his pace, and makes his way towards the tavern, a bed, and the warm waters that Allelia could provide.
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Ooh my misspellings >.>
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One of my personal favorites:
(23:52:08) Mariana reaches into the fountain and pulls some water from it, cupped between her paws. She splashes her face and blurs her vision for a moment, but she can unfortunately still hear footsteps. "What," she says, eyes still shut as the water dampens her fur.
(23:52:45) Caraick observes Mariana for a few moments whilest the Fenki splashes her face, remaining quiet. "Mariana, the ceremony is not only about you. It's important to the guild."
(23:53:39) Esalir leans against the wall with his arms folded. His face is blank as he watches watches Mariana intently. All amusement seems to have fled from his features.
(23:55:42) Mariana drags her fingers and paws down her face, letting the heat evaporate what is left of the water and leaving her fur shimmering in its wake. She leans her arms against the fountain, crossed before her chest, and reguards them both with a visage as impassive as any she's ever had before. "Fine," she finally relents, tone totally indifferent. "If you believe it so vital, whatever you think is necesary. You can go now." She speaks to Caraick, and doesn't even move her eyes to look at Esalir.
(23:56:57) Esalir doesnt move, simply watches
(23:57:31) Caraick drums his fingers quietly along the handle of his staff, listening. He looks over Mariana's face quietly, while he takes in what she's saying. The Enkidukai clearly seems to want to respond in some way, but holds it back. His eyes glimmer a bit sadly, and he turns around to do just what Mariana's suggested.
(23:59:01) Esalir says: Drink.
(23:59:10) Mariana's eyes remain hard and impassive, and she allows the clamod to move away. Her eyes move finally to the klyros, and she appears to be sizing him up, though not necesarily because she anticipates a physical fight. "Well?" She says. She blinks at his statement.
(00:00:00) Esalir says: I said drink.
(00:01:28) Mariana raises her head slightly from where it was resting atop her arms. Her chin tilts upward and her eyes flash with a defiant glint. "I am not thirsty, but thank you," she replies.
(00:01:54) Esalir says: Do not drink to sate your thirst. But more to swallow your pride.
(00:02:15) Esalir says: Then, then i will speak to you about earlier.
(00:04:28) Mariana peels her lips back from her teeth once more. She appears to be about ready to leap over the fountain and strangle the klyros with her paws, but she hesitates for a moment, the words sinking in. She clearly wants to argue with Esalir, but sees no point in it. In a last act of defiance, she draws her bottle of cider from her travelsack, uncorks it, and raises it to her lips. Clear statement, 'fine, but I'm not drinking what you WANT me to.'
(00:05:17) Esalir watches expectantly. His face still blank.
(00:08:06) Mariana stares straight ahead as she swallows the cider. Her face shows a grimace, as though she let it stoop too long and it has a bitter taste to it. She quickly corks the bottle and slides it into her bag, but she says nothing, back turned to Esalir as though she expects him to be satisfied with his little victory and to wander off and finally leave her alone.
(00:08:58) Esalir says: You know. I forget that you have wounds.
(00:09:12) Esalir says: They arent visible. But they cut deep, dont they?
(00:10:34) Mariana cringes as though Esalir's words are what is hurting her. "I really don't find this inquisition necesary," is all she replies with. But her body language sends a clear message: her muscles tense and her ears slowly lower against her head, not in an aggressive way as before. "Now please, leave me be."
(00:11:14) Esalir says: You do well. To hide it.
(00:11:47) Esalir says: I cannot guess what happened. Or why. But i see it. Clear as day, you are a mangled little cub in a proud womans body.
(00:13:40) Mariana's eyes bore holes into the cobblestones at her feet. Her bag slowly slides off her shoulder and slips to the ground with a thunk, hollowly. When she speaks again, her voice is hoarse, and though from this vantage the klyros cannot see it, her eyes are beginning to mist over. "Please go," she says, and her tone now implicates begging.
(00:15:35) Esalir steps forward, his gaze falling from mariana too the fountain. He lifts a hand slowly, and stirs the water with his index finger, slowly, gently
(00:17:40) Mariana merely continues to lean against the fountain, shoulders sagged, barely moving and barely breathing. She keeps her face purposefully turned away from Esalir, still refusing to look at him, but makes no more attempts to chase him off with words. Hopefully he'll just get bored and walk away.
(00:20:44) Esalir says: You will need to face yourself, one day. Who you are, what you were. What...happened. Perhaps you believe you already have. Perhaps you think you can lock away that little cub. But you cant. I.....[his voice fails him for a brief moment].. have caused enough pain for you, today. I can try and bore deep into your heart, tear at those wounds. But that would accomplish little."
(00:21:01) Esalir turns around walks away quietly, not looking back at Mariana
(00:25:19) Mariana chokes. She turns her head slightly to glance out her peripheral, to ensure that the klyros really has finally left her. Only then does she slide down the length of the fountain, to the ground, her armor screeching against the stone. Some dust plooms with the motion and settles on the glimmering platemail, dulling it to a chalky grey. She leans forward, wrapping her arms around her knees, and buries her face in her legs. Her shoulders begin to shake with bone-rattling, yet quiet sobs.
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Mariana crying!? No, no, impossible! :P
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Yeah. Seriously the more I read it the more I googly eye over it, because Car, this is spot on. Not to brag on ya, but it's hard to do AW and I think this is a shining example of proper participation on both ends.
:-[ Thankee, Cairn.
And yes! She cried! Muahahaha!
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Yeah. Seriously the more I read it the more I googly eye over it, because Car, this is spot on. Not to brag on ya, but it's hard to do AW and I think this is a shining example of proper participation on both ends.
:-[ Thankee, Cairn.
And yes! She cried! Muahahaha!
Meanie :'(
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Yeah. Seriously the more I read it the more I googly eye over it, because Car, this is spot on. Not to brag on ya, but it's hard to do AW and I think this is a shining example of proper participation on both ends.
:-[ Thankee, Cairn.
And yes! She cried! Muahahaha!
I take it back, your mean to girls ;D
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You're just trying to score brownie points with Teshia >.<
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Am not! I already have enough of those :devil:
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Jreeku joins his wife outside, covering a yawn, 'What's going on here?" he asks
Tacutsi says: "Nonsense miss," she admonishes Mariana's meager protest. Tacutsi takes out a small bottle of alcohol and a clean white cloth. She uncorks the bottle with her yellowing teeth and tips it into the cloth. After recorking the bottle, something she seems rather adept at doing, and tossing it back into her pack she takes Mariana's paws and after a warning, "This will sting," she rubs the blood off, cleaning and disinfecting the wounds. Tacutsi turns her head to her husband with a smile, "Just offering my services, my dear."
Jreeku observes his wife is at work, something he's seen many times before, and stifles another yawn, "I'm going to see if they have any tea in the tavern, and something to eat, can I get you something?"
Mariana doesn't even have the grace to wince as she watches. The cloth quickly turns red with her own blood, but it cleans off easily enough, washing away to reveal the still-raw cuts present on the creases in her palms. She studies the akkaio closely as she works, trying to figure out if she can place something familiar about her. "Uh...you have my thanks, miss. Is there anything I can offer you for your services?"
Yarabeth shouts: not again !!!! not now !!!
Jreeku's ears perk up at the sound of yelling, "Sounds like trouble... did that come from inside?"
Tacutsi says: "If they have Kikiri eggs, scrambled please," she says while continuing her work. Next she pulls out a leaf-wrapped cube of healing salve. "This will feel a bit cold, and you need only provide what you feel this is worth. Give to each befitting their need, and accept from each befitting their ability I like to say." She rubs the white healing salve into the wound. It has green flecks in it and looks almost like a tasty dip. After completing this, she pulls out another , longer cloth and wraps Mariana's paw up with it. A safety pin is used to keep the cloth wrapped.
Finnis turns, and misses out on the next step of tacutsi's treatment of mariana's wounds, 'That's what it sure did sound like."
Mariana studies the work Tacutsi has done with her injuries, clearly impressed with it. She offers another muted thank you and removes some circles from her bag, handing them off to the akkaio for her diligent work. Her brow furrows as she hears the exclamation from the tavern, and she turns towards it, then begins to walk forward. "Figures," she mutters under her breath. "Here we go."
Jreeku dips his head to the fenkis, "Ladies, stay here, I'll see what the trouble is"
Jreeku looks around the tavern for any sign of trouble
Lorana shouts: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
Ketta says: What the heck is that?
Gofis looks around
Gilrond looks around
Ketta says: Somebody yelling?
Heolion looks around
Tacutsi sighs, "This place is far to exciting for my old bones."
Mariana shouts: Hello, do you need help?
Tacutsi wiggles her finger at Mariana ,"You're going to open up that wound if you run around and swing your sabers or whatever it is you do miss."
Jreeku watches as the group of youngsters runs by outside, "Yes... it's no wonder our daughters have had so much adventure"
Dannae says: Rigwyn was killed yesterday Travosh told me anyway
Gilrond says: I see, so probably it wasn't him then.
Gilrond says: Wasn't he the one who tried to kidnap Zalya?
Mariana's eyes follow the wagging finger as Tacutsi addresses her. A smirk slowly twitches to life on her lips. "I....er, yes. Of course ma'am, force of habit and all that. As you've surely already observed, life in Hydlaa can be a bit....complicated and interesting. Sometimes swinging a saber is necesary."
Jreeku takes a good look at mariana and addresses his wife, "She looks like she knows how to handle herself dear"
Tacutsi's ears flatten and she shudders at the words of Dannae below speaking of murder. Returning her attention to Mariana, she says, "It is you people and your choices to use your sabers that keep me busy. I'd much prefer to retire, I'll have you know."
Mariana smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but sometimes it's necesary to use weaponry to protect. We can save a life by hurting, and though I might not like that truth, it's still a fact. Some are volitile without reason, and it cannot be allowed that they continue romping around harming the innocent."
Tacutsi says: "Well, that's why we have places called jails, miss. You don't have jails here in Hydlaa? Jreeku, what kind of madhouse have we let our daughters into?" she is clearly troubled by the troubles around her.
Mariana peers again at Tacutsi's eyes. "I'm sorry, I never did catch your name. Your daughters, that you are looking for, perhaps I could help you find them. I know quite a few folks around Hydlaa."
Dannae glances at the pair as she leaves thinking something seemed familiar about them
Jreeku places a paw on Tacutsi's shoulder to comfort her, "There now, We should thankful for people like this fenki here, I'm sure Ara and Icerra are much better off with people like her around"
Mariana's jaw drops at the names. If a fenki could go pale, she does, the color leaving her nose and the tips of her ears. "I....Icerra and Aramara Meibi?" She asks, breathless, wavering slightly on her feet.
Jreeku smiles at Mariana, "Ah good! you know them! Yes they're our daughters, we came into town for a visit"
Tacutsi has had this conversation with Jreeku plenty of times and doesn't desire to open it again. Turning to Mariana she bows with her paws clasped, "I am Tacutsi, and this is my husband, Jreeku. Yes our daughters are Icerra and Aramara. You know them?"
Kaerli says: Greetings Mariana, and to the rest as well.
Mariana turns her head between Tacutsi and Jreeku. Obviously nervous and perhaps a bit chagrined, she says, "I....I recently went on a mission with your daughter Aramara to save her love, Miomo. Last I heard she found him, but we were separated and I've yet to see her return." She takes a deep breath. "Icerra is wandering the death realm right now but....she, she's adept, I mean...a dakkruist. She'll come back out very quickly I'm certain."
Mariana gives Kaerli a nervous smile but says nothing more
Tacutsi's eyes grow wide at the horrible news and she puts her paws up to her mouth. She leans into her husband for comfort, "Dead? Our Icerra has died? That is not why I sent her off to Hydlaa."
Jreeku nods his head at Kearli, "Morning miss," he says politely, then turns to listen to Mariana explain her relationship to his daughters. The news of Aramara isn't surprisingly as much as it is relieving, the news of Icerra however.... he keeps his paw on Tacutsi's shoulder, maybe giving it a squeeze in anticipation of her reaction to such dreadful news
Kaerli says: She had fallen off a tower or ledge and was badly hurt...I was trying to heal her, and she was begging me to stop and for me to kill her outright.
Mariana chews on her lip. She reaches around to rub the back of her head with her injured paw, winces, and lets her arm fall back to her side. "She WILL emerge, ma'am," she encourages. "She will be alright. She's been....she's been getting into some trouble of late, but I hope to help her with it. She and Miomai..." She squints. "Let's just say they have a...unique dynamic."
Jreeku lifts his free paw to his face, stroking his whiskers and muzzle, "I see... where is the nearest Temple of Dakkru to here? We should be there when she returns"
Kaerli says: I would not know of a Temple per se...
Tacutsi turns her attention to Kaerli, and is in utter shock. "Fell! Wanted to die?" she looks back at Jreeku "My dear, did you hear that? Our daughter is a Dakkruist who wants to die! This isn't what we've taught her." Tacutsi put's her foot down. "When she returns we're going to have a long talk with her. This has got to stop." Tactusi has spoken.
Mariana raises a brow at the inquiry. "I...don't believe we have one in Hydlaa, sir." She glances back at Tacutsi with an almost endearing expression on her face, feeling compassion for the mother. "Now, it'll be alright, I know it sounds pretty terrible, but she's still your daughter. She's just...confused. We can help her, once she returns to the surface."
Jreeku gives Tacutsi a nod to show her words stand undefied, "We'll have a talk with her of course, that's what we came here to do, isn't it?" he tries to sound encouraging and supportive
Tacutsi says: "WE'LL take care of our daughter, wont we Jreeku?" she says, more a statement that expects a yes from her husband than a question. "Where can we expect her to return from the Death Realm miss?"
Mariana turns and gestures for the couple to follow her, seeing that clearly trying to argue with them is going to get her nowhere. She strides forward a few paces as she speaks, "By Harnquist's, is usually where they appear. I'll show you the way."
Mariana indicates the small space behind the smithy with the tip of her foot. "She'll appear here, when she does. You won't miss her." She then steps back and seats herself, apparently expecting to wait along with the couple.
Tacutsi bows with clasped paws again to Mariana, "Thank you miss, what was your name again?" she asks." We'll wait here, wont we Jreeku?"
Jreeku lifts a brow and tilts his head, 'Here? Behind the smithy? In a capital city like Hydlaa?" he looks around for a monument, chapel, statuary, anything to mark the spot and is surprised to find nothing at all, he turns to his wife, "Yes... we'll wait" his stomach growls and he winces, never having gotten that breakfast he wanted
Jreeku finds an apple on the ground, picks it up and bites into it
Mariana laughs very softly. She motions to Jreeku, pulling out a fresh loaf of bread. "Here, sir," she says. "You can have this if you're hungry." She looks up at Tacutsi. "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten. Mariana. My name is Mariana, most call me Mari."
"Ah thanks," Jreeku approaches Mariana and gratefully takes the bread from her
Jreeku asks between bites of his apple, "How long ago did she have this accident... miss mariana?"
Tacutsi rolls her eyes, "How can you think of food at a time like this?" Obviously she can forget about everything when her children are of concern.
Mariana hands off the bread and leans back on her haunches. She places her paws on her knees and breathes out slowly. Figuring Icerra will tell them anyway when she emerges, she closes her eyes and tells them; "Today, not so many hours ago. Her chest was collapsing. I ran to get healers, but...let's just say they weren't nearly as adept as you are, Tacutsi. She..." her voice trails off and she struggles to continue. "She begged to die, so I....killed her."
Jreeku breaks off a chunk of bread and offers it to Tacutsi, "It'd do you well to eat.." but his gesture is disrupted by Mariana's answer to his innocent inquiry, for the first time, his countenance breaks into a grimace, displaying a deep disturbance
Tacutsi doesn't really know how to take the knews at first. Total shock overcomes her, "You...you killed my daughter?" She has a difficult time saying the words, let alone accepting them. "You brute! You horrible murderer! In a big city such as this you can't find a master healer to help her and so you...you take her life?! What is this, the dark ages?" she turns to her husband and buries her face in his shoulder and cries profusely.
Mariana cringes at Tacutsi's outburst. Her eyes and expression show true remorse. "I am sorry, ma'am, truly. But there didn't seem to be any other option. I gathered three healers and I attempted myself to heal her, but we only managed to generate more pain for her. All the while, she kept telling us to let her go, to let her die." She trails off, and her face turns away as she stares hauntedly at the smithy wall. "It...went against what I stand for, but....it was what your daughter wante.d"
Jreeku tkes Tacutsi in his arms, and pats her back with the loaf of bread,"It's ok... she only did what she thought was right...." but even he is unsure of his assurance, he looks at mariana, not a look of judgement, but one of attempted understanding
Tacutsi only cries harder at Mariana's words. She hugs Jreeku tightly, still unable to accept the crazy situation that has befallen her own daughter, from her own woumb, to a kit, and then a young, rambunctious girl. Her image of a beautiful daughter who might follow in her father's footsteps was being crushed by this fenki's words and she couldn' accept it .
Mariana emits a soft hissing sound from between her teeth, reaching up towards her head. She again rakes her fingers through the fur present there, scuffing it horribly, leaving it a tangled mane. "I really am sorry, Tacutsi and Jreeku," she says. Her voice is soft and full of remorse. "I didn't...." she starts, her head turning to observe the grieving couple. She allows the sentence to die off as she speaks, deciding there is nothing she can say at this point to offer solace, and so instead simply raises her good paw and hides her own eyes from view.
Jreeku continues to comfort his wife, awkwardly, since he has a half eaten apple in one paw, and a loaf of bread in the other, he'd try and eat them, butthat would be even more awkward, so he just let's it go as it is, he clears his throatt and speaks up, "ehem... If Icerra passed from this realm just earlier today... it may be sometime before she comes back... perhaps we should go to Xiosia's garden and pray for her there," he offers, knowing Tacutsi's faith would comfort her, "Then we can seek The Priestess Dannae and speak with her about it, those nuns will know what to do about it"
Tacutsi eventually finishes crying, because everything comes to an end. She pulls out one of her clean cloths and dabs at her eyes with it. When finished she also wipes Jreeku's shoulder clean, "I..I'm sorry this news is just too much for me to take." She isn't lying, and it takes her some time to regain her composure. She smiles to her husband, "You know me well, dear. Yes, we'll go to Xiosia's garden to prey. Her fate is in Xiosia's hands now." Turning to Mariana, she says, "Please, would you join us? This would be looked upon favorably by Xiosia, and would help ensure a speedy return for our daughter." Tacutsi smiles at Mariana, a still-sad, but trying to accept the situation smile.
Mariana pauses for a moment. She drags her paw away from her face, rather than simply removing it, so if she was crying any traces of her tears are swiftly removed with the gesture. The akkaio, though in no way religious, rises and nods, her metal armor giving a distinct creaking as she does. "Certainly, it's the least I could do," she offers. "I'm assuming judging by your comments you already know the way to the garden, so..." She makes a vague gesture with her arm over towards the intended destination, expecting to follow the couple towards it.
Tacutsi nods, "That's one thing I'll never forget the location of." She heads east to the garden.
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Oh, worried parents :thumbup:
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;D That was a fun RP. I loved trying to have to explain Icerra to her parents and was one point tempted to just go:
/me looks around at the dome vaguely, not making eye contact, as she replies flippantly, "Oh, Aramara's nice. Icerra's favorite passtime may or may not be eviscerating people at random, but hey, she's still such a charming young lady!"
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Did anyone else catch Thiddys dad? :p
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Bringing this thread back to life!
This log is from a few weeks ago. It's a snippet from the drama between Sarras and Sakera. Enjoy.
(I deleted some posts from other players nearby who probably don't want their roleplay shared here. I also made some grammatical corrections and deleted OOC posts to make this easier to read.)
(17:42:09) Sakera grins at Sarras, "Hey there."
(17:42:52) Sarras looks away from the billboard and groans. "What now, whatever-your-name-is?"
(17:44:01) Sakera blinks, "Wow you seem in a very good mood. Did you eat a Marfusang or what?"
(17:44:31) Sarras says: I -was- in a good mood, until you came along.
(17:45:23) Sakera raises an eyebrow, "What have i done to you, that you are in such a bad mood, when seeing me? Did i say something wrong?"
(17:45:37) Sarras says: Yes!
(17:46:12) Sakera frowns, "I would like to understand what i did wrong?"
(17:47:17) Sarras glances to the klyros and nolthrir to her left before explaining in an agitated tone, "Approaching me about Stashka."
(17:48:48) Sakera snaps for air looking straight at Sarras, "I did approach you about Stashka? I only told you his feelings and also told you that i did not like how you spoke about him."
(17:49:45) Sarras looks off into the distance. "How is that at all an appropriate way to talk to someone?"
(17:52:10) Sakera turns around, "Seems you hate people. Fine i leave you alone. Maybe you go and fight a Ulbernaut to come down again." She shakes her head in unbelieve and mumbles, "Like a little child."
(17:53:08) Sarras has already begun to walk away, but as soon as she hears 'little child', she comes straight back. "What did you say?!"
(17:54:09) Sakera turns around and looks straight into Sarras face, "Okay i say it loud. Like a little child. And now i will leave you alone."
(17:54:53) Sarras throws her hands to her sides, as if to keep Sakera in place. "You insult me, then say you will leave me alone? What sort of madness is that?"
(17:56:52) Sakera looks Sarras over and chuckles, "I insult you? Look like you stand there and look what you do to Stashka is also like a little child, always giving him a hand, but then you are to shy to find out what you want it seems. And you seem to wanna be a good person, but it seems there is more hate in you i have ever seen."
(17:59:49) Sarras's teeth turn her lips white as she bites down, trying to hold in her anger. "...Oh, so it's my fault now for trying to help him." Hands balled into fists, she becomes louder. "I've spent cycles keeping him from harming others. And himself! You don't understand our relationship at all. It's not love, you shallow wench. It's pity!"
(18:04:17) Sakera watches Sarras meticulous and narrows her eyes on her, "You will regret how you speak to me, i promise you. And how nice you try keeping him from harming others, but its his nature. Maybe he needs that. But well it seems you are special to him, if you have this special relationship. But well maybe it is not good for him if you hold him back from whats his nature." She clenches her teeths, "I hope you will ever see him like he is."
(18:07:07) Sarras stares at Sakera, her jaw dropped. "....So, you're saying I should let him go on murdering people? How is that -good- for him?"
(18:09:47) Elamae says: Excuse me......
(18:10:39) Sakera shrugs, "Why not? Maybe it helps him?" She sighs, "But i guess you are right....." She calms herself down, "See Sarras i am sorry, we are both so different and maybe or yeah you are right you seem to do him good, but i seen him becoming excited about hrm wanting to harm people he was different. He became happy....it made him happy." she looks carefully over to Sarras.
(18:12:08) Elamae says: Excuse me.....someone.......
(18:12:30) Sakera coughs, "Well he did not do anything, he was just talking about it and i have never seen him so happy." she turns to Elamae for a moment, "Yes mam?"
(18:12:47) Sarras's eyes shift about. She comes toward Sakera and makes a two-handed grab for her arm. "Shut up, follow me."
(18:13:29) Sakera nods to Sarras, "One moment please. Let us help this lady before."
(18:13:30) Elamae says: I....the poster for the magick convention.......I couldn't understand where it was to be helc....
(18:13:44) Elamae says: Do you know where the dock is?
(18:14:16) Sarras says: Dock, dock, dock... No, sorry! Let's go now.
(18:14:23) Sakera looks at Elamae a bit frowning, then smiles at her, "Well i can tell you its not today."
(18:14:37) Elamae says: Oh.....Alright....thanks....sorry...
(18:15:11) Elamae says: Hydlaa Caravan Dock....
(18:15:25) Sarras says: That's by the library...
(18:15:42) Sakera frowns again, "I think thats at the eastgate of Hydlaa, isnt it?"
(18:15:56) Sarras tries to tug Sakera along.
(18:16:01) Sakera says: In such a hurry the new people
(18:16:11) Sakera follows Sarras
(18:17:15) Sakera tilts her head, "We stop here?"
(18:17:48) Sarras stops at a corner in the Arena passageway. She looks down the intersecting hallways, then turns back to Sakera. "What did Stashka tell you?"
(18:20:25) Sakera shakes her head laughing, "No no no that wont work. I wont squeal him. Thats only his and my secret. I am very sorry about it Sarras. He is my friend too and i could never do this to him."
(18:21:26) Sarras says: Weren't you just about to tell me how he enjoyed hurting people? In plain sight in Hydlaa? If the guards overheard that...
(18:22:55) Sakera shrugs, "Even if so. They are lazy these days. I dont care about them. I would go in prison for Stashka."
(18:23:39) Sarras takes on a more intimidating posture and steps closer. "Tell me what he said."
(18:24:42) Sakera giggles, "You seem to treat me. I ask myself if Stashka likes that, if i tell him."
(18:25:10) Sarras pauses. "What?"
(18:26:11) Sakera steps a little backwards from Sarras, "What? Well that you treat me."
(18:26:45) Sarras's posture loosens. "What does that even mean?"
(18:27:38) Sakera wrinkles her nose, "What does what mean Sarras?"
(18:27:51) Sarras says: I treat you?
(18:29:06) Sakera nods, "Indeed. Your gestures. And also that you want to know what he told me. And also bringing me here for it and treating me with the guards."
(18:30:19) Sarras grows tired of listening and growls at Sakera, "Whatever, I'll treat you if you don't tell me what he told you."
(18:30:57) Sakera shrugs, "You can treat me like you want. What will you do about it?"
(18:33:05) Sarras steps closer, her manner threatening. Fists raised, she says in a low voice. "One last chance. Tell me."
(18:38:40) Sakera compresses her lips, draws her Small Onyx Dagger quickly and tries to wound Sarras arm with it, "I share this treatment mi lady."
(18:41:07) Sarras watches the dagger as it slices across her left arm, which she yanks back once the damage is done. Her expression that of someone offended rather than someone in pain, she says, "Ow!"
(18:44:45) Sakera keeps Sarras in check, "And now its enough." she says in a rough way, "I dont like it anymore. I wont say anything and if you dont understand that, i will show you."
(18:47:58) Sarras studies the gash on her arm, blood beginning to trickle onto the floor. "That actually hurts a bit. Damn." Looking back to Sakera, she gives a disappointed frown.
(18:48:21) Stashka says: Woah, hi gals....
(18:48:32) Stashka says: Um...Sarras, are you ok?
(18:48:48) Stashka notices the blood and looks between the two
(18:49:50) Sarras swiftly hides the arm behind her back and steps over the small puddles that collected on the floor. Trying to hide the blood, she makes a lopsided smile. "Stashka!"
(18:50:21) Stashka reaches out an arm to steady Sarras "Woah, hey! You are hurt...what happened?
(18:51:03) Sarras blinks, and her eyes answer by looking to Sakera.
(18:51:10) Sakera looks over her shoulder to Stashka, then to Sarras, "I told you i wont say anything. And i do everything for it." She sighs, stepping back, "Your friend treat me and i dont like that Stashka."
(18:51:38) Sarras interjects, "Treat her well. I have."
(18:52:10) Stashka looks confused, then his brow lowers "Have you gals been fighting? I swear, Sakera, if you are the one what cut Sarras, I will tear you fingers off.
(18:52:32) Sakera says: [oh i mean threat*]
(18:53:00) Stashka says: Threatened? Sarras, what is going ON with you two?
(18:53:12) Stashka takes a step to position between the two
(18:53:22) Sarras says: [LOL i'v ebeen confused this whole time >.< ]
(18:53:39) Sakera says: [lol]
(18:53:55) Stashka says: {from lack of language understanding?
(18:53:58) Sakera says: [uhm sorry, that was why you were asking strangly XD]
(18:54:08) Sarras steps back, surprised by Stashka. "Oh, uh... Finger tearing won't be necessary." [ xD ]
(18:56:18) Stashka says to Sarras "You should really tie that cut up. And..." to Sakera "I wouldn't get in a fight right now, if I were you."
(18:56:19) Sakera looks down, "I did that indeed, but she wanted to know everything." She shivers a little, "And well i guess i think i...." She stutters and tries to find words.
(18:57:00) Sarras says, "She was saying things out in the open that she shouldn't have."
(18:57:01) Stashka puts his axe away as he rolls his eyes "Dear god save me from hormonal women.
(18:57:34) Stashka says: So you thought in the middle of an open hallway was a better place?
(18:58:47) Sakera puts away her onyx dagger, "I would go into prison for you Stashka. She wanted me to tell what plans you had about harming people."
(18:59:04) Sarras raises an eyebrow. "If anyone were to be around, I would see them... I wanted to know what you had told her. She spoke freely about it when everyone was around, but when I had her alone, she wouldn't speak a word..." She glares at Sakera.
(18:59:19) Stashka throws back his head and laughs
(18:59:39) Stashka says: Wow, you two are hilarious......
(18:59:45) Sarras stares at Stashka.
(18:59:53) Stashka says: Sarras, if you wanted to know, why didn't you just ask me?
(19:00:18) Sarras says: You... Well, I didn't expect her to be so stubborn!
(19:00:22) Stashka says: And I really couldn't care less what anybody says about me in the open, everybody hates me anyways.
(19:00:23) Sakera looks confused at Stashka, "I wanted to tell her that too, but then thought she would never do that."
(19:01:10) Stashka shrugs "You two are making a big deal out of nothing. I'm not even sure I wanna go around aslaughterin anymore, right now at leas.
(19:01:22) Stashka says: You know, unless there was a good reason.
(19:01:24) Sarras closes her mouth and rubs her neck.
(19:01:30) Stashka says: Or somebody called me short.
(19:01:36) Stashka says: Or there was a woman.
(19:01:41) Stashka says: Or some beer.
(19:02:00) Stashka says: Anyways, all I'm tryin to say is don't get your panties in a wad.
(19:02:16) Sarras's hand stills. "Uh... Sta... Alright, then."
(19:02:25) Sakera takes a deep breathe, "She does not want to believe that someone can be happy by hurting people erm or harming them." She stops talking, then looks to Sarras, "Shall i heal your wound?"
(19:02:57) Stashka shrugs "She'll never understand, so don't even bother.
(19:03:00) Sarras yells, "Dakkru's Realm, no! Madwoman!"
(19:03:25) Stashka says: Ok, you two have fun...I'm gonna go train...
(19:03:38) Sakera shakes her head, "no Stashka wait."
(19:04:01) Stashka sighs again "What do you need?
(19:04:02) Sarras remembers her wound and tries to hold the skin shut.
(19:04:45) Stashka rips a sleeve off his shirt and holds it out to Sarras "Here, just until you can get a healer
(19:04:49) Sakera bites her upper lip a little, "Can i join you in training? I mean i wont disturb you."
(19:05:32) Stashka nods to Sakera "It won't be interesting, but the arena's a free place.
(19:05:41) Sarras's brow raises. "Oh, thank you for the... shirt... piece." She struggles to tie it onto her arm.
(19:06:04) Sakera blinks, "Sarras, do you really think this healing comes from dakkru?" She casts a healing spell on herself, "I am sad that you are childish again. but i guess i should not say that."
(19:06:08) Stashka reaches out to help Sarras wind and tie the shirt piece'
(19:07:04) Sarras steps over to Stashka to take his help. She ignores Sakera completely. "Thanks.... What are you training for, anyway?"
(19:07:43) Stashka finishes up a tight knot "Just axe. I've never had formal training, so I thought I'd give it a try.
(19:08:16) Sarras says: I'm going to be teaching someone sword handling. Never thought I'd be a trainer.
(19:08:47) Stashka says: That's ...nice. Ok, see you later, or not, whatever. Try not to insult people.
(19:08:58) Stashka says: Kay, I'm gonna head out for real now...
(19:09:11) Sarras looks to Sakera and narrows her eyes.
(19:09:35) Sakera clenches her hand, "Yes mi lady?"
(19:12:03) Sarras's hands glow a faint azure briefly as she turns to walk away. Just as she takes her first step, her hands flare up with a spell. A dizzying blast is sent at Sakera's mind, although not dangerously strong, but enough to make her tipsy.
(19:13:28) Sakera blinks confused, then stumbles around and stutters, "W -w-what was th that?" She gazes at Sarras a little mad
(19:14:22) Sakera feels a little dizzy. She leans on the wall for a moment.
(19:14:37) Sarras spins around and flourishes her hands, which sparkle with particles. "Magic! Feels nice, doesn't it?!"
(19:15:45) Sakera roars, "If you were not so close to Stashka, i would have made more than a little wound to you."
(19:17:14) Sakera splutters dizzy and a bit drunk, "D did did you see what he feels for you?"
(19:18:04) Sarras smirks. "I can take everything you've got." She watches Sakera, then laughs. "No, I think you've had a bit too much magic... You should lie down for a bit." She waves and heads off.
(19:19:37) Sakera walks dizzy after her, "I will go to him now. Thanks for the spell." she makes a bow and falls on the ground, "Dont be to sure about your doing Sarras."
(19:20:08) Sarras says: Pff.
(19:20:12) Sarras continues on her way.
(19:21:29) Sarras returns to check on Sakera after hearing a second fall.
(19:22:29) Sakera stands up slowly, but cant really, she starts crawling on her knees, "I am fine. no need to look for me." She crawls off direction arena
(19:23:04) Sarras giggles, watching her go. Or try to.
(19:24:19) Sakera roars again a bit strange
(19:24:47) Sarras begins to follow Sakera.
(19:26:28) Sakera pauses for a moment, "Y-y-you. Why do you follow me? Are you scared i could reach Stashka?"
(19:26:51) Sakera starts to crawl again
(19:27:27) Sarras circles around Sakera. Standing in the crawling woman's way, she begins to use another spell. Her hands glow brightly.
(19:27:45) Sakera says: Stop it magician!
(19:28:31) Sakera tries to crawl around Sarras
(19:28:41) Sarras bends down to lightly touch Sakera's head. A circle of light swirls around Sakera. "This spell will make you feel nice again, after a good nap. Don't worry, Stashka will still be in there by the time you awaken."
(19:29:14) Sakera shouts: No!
(19:30:04) Sarras presses the spell onto Sakera. She winces.
(19:30:16) Sakera from crawling into laying, "I dont wanna sleep. I wanna train."
(19:30:40) Sarras promises, "Five minutes, no longer."
(19:31:45) Sakera shakes her head, before falling asleep she tries to cast a spell to remember things and prays to dakkru, then falls asleep deeply
(19:35:09) Sarras pats the napping woman on the head with her good arm. "Sweet dreams... Well, I suppose you aren't really dreaming. Whatever." Holding her forearm to her chest, she walks back to the Hydlaa entrance.
(19:38:28) Sarras says: Uh. Don't go in there.
(19:38:36) Evirea quirks a brow.
(19:38:38) Evirea says: I just came out of there.
(19:38:47) Sarras says: Oh, well... then. Hey!
(19:38:56) Evirea turns and eyes the tunnel.
(19:38:58) Evirea says: What's wrong?
(19:39:01) Sarras points to Evirea's arm, then points to her own bloody arm. "Buddies!"
(19:43:13) Evirea turns slowly and quirks a brow. "....Pardon?"
(19:44:26) Sarras holds out her own wrapped arm for Evirea to see. The cloth drips with fresh blood. If Evirea were observing closely, she would notice a trail of droplets coming from the Arena passage.
(19:47:37) Evirea turns her head and notes the trail. She frowns faintly, and lets her travelsack fall from her shoulder, kicking it open. "Come," she says, using her good hand to draw out a small pouch and a length of fresh gauze.
(19:48:38) Sarras steps closer. "You don't do any Crystal, do you? I'd rather not have a scar... It's a silly thing to have a scar from."
(19:49:34) Evirea shakes her head. "I can stop the bleeding and keep it from infection, but for magic, you'll have to find a different healer." The klyros carefully smooths the powder from the pouch out along the arm, which would stall the bleeding at least somewhat, and then awkwardly begins wrapping the gauze around it with one hand. She does not look at Sarras as she works. She inquires, "What happened?"
(19:51:26) Sarras shrugs as much as she can with her arm held. "A madwoman slashed me. Didn't do anything to stop her... Scared her a bit, after that. She's down the passage some way, but she's fine. Taking a nap," she finishes with a reminiscent smile.
(19:57:29) Evirea finishes treating the wound and hefts the travelsack back up onto her shoulder. "Is that so?" She answers. "Well, it's good you didn't kill her I suppose. And...a bit strange, too."
(19:59:20) Sarras looks over her arm and says, "Thank you." She steps back and faces the passage. "Should I check on her?" she wonders aloud. "Care to come with me? Just in case?"
(20:02:32) Evirea snorts. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do much, but if you insist on the hand holding I have no reason not to come." She mutters under her breath, "Save for another trip to the realm."
(20:03:47) Sarras takes a note from Evirea and reaches for the other woman's hand.
(20:04:34) Sakera says: You!
(20:04:43) Sakera points at Sarras and roars
(20:04:43) Sarras says: Who?
(20:04:46) Sarras says: Oh.
(20:07:30) Evirea's hand is grabbed. The klyros stares at Sarras, and then back at Sakera. "Well. This is too much pda for my tastes, but okay."
(20:08:23) Sarras tilts her head and reprimands Sakera, "Can't you see I'm busy with my new ladyfriend?"
(20:09:25) Sakera gazes at Evirea, "Oh the lady that sends people to dakkru after asking. Did you know that Sarras? She seems to like Dakkru too."
(20:10:19) Sarras blinks. "Do you gossip about everybody?"
(20:11:06) Sakera grimaces, "Sarras if you were a monster you would be an adult gorweal. Oh and mi lady..." She looks at the klyros, "Be aware of Sarras she just made me fall asleep and dizzy."
(20:11:31) Sarras says: It was that or cut you back.
(20:12:07) Sakera says: Well next time cut me better, you already picked up the fight anyway.
(20:12:45) Sakera says: But now to the important point, because of you i missed Stashka, and thats your fault.
(20:12:46) Sarras says: I wasn't the one approaching me about my relationships with people... That was... you. Obviously.
(20:14:52) Evirea quriks a brow at Sakera. "Considering your rather abrasive attitude the last we met I'm pretty sure anything that happened was the fault of the TWO of you and not just one."
(20:14:54) Evirea says: Sort it out like adults.
(20:15:27) Sakera says: True and i wanted to leave at the point were you wanted to threat me to get information like always. Last time it was the same, you ears became sooooo long." She gestures with her arms, "Like this. And that was about that he loves you."
(20:16:39) Sarras shouts over Sakera's last few words. "But I'm already in love! Can't you see?" Her eyes dart to the klyros beside her. "Run along now, go find Stashka and tell him all about my trespasses."
(20:17:57) Evirea just looks between the two elves. She frowns rather deeply, hand still clutched, and mutters, "Man, I hate my life."
(20:18:02) Sakera nods to Evirea, "Well to be honest i have enough of all of this and i dont care anymore." She shouts, "I wont tell him anything. You are not even able to get information of his doing from himself. Isnt that poor?"
(20:19:25) Sarras gives half of a laugh and says quickly, "I could read your damn mind if I wanted to. Don't think I'm incompetent."
(20:19:53) Sakera glances at Sarras, then takes a deep breath and calms herself down, "Okay i guess shouting is not the best. But I am sad i missed Stashka, thats all. I will let you do whatever you want."
(20:20:19) Sarras retorts, "I do what I want, and I don't need any letting."
(20:21:04) Sakera nods, then looks down, "I know you are the law of Hydlaa."
(20:22:30) Sarras only glares at Sakera now, her hand tightening on Evirea's.
(20:23:17) Sakera stares at Evirea and Sarras, "Why dont you tell him about you two?"
(20:23:46) Evirea winces slightly, her hollow bones grinding in her rather fragile hand. "Ow," she mutters. Her eyes roll at Sakera's comment.
(20:24:36) Sarras's eyebrows press together. She looks to Evirea, slightly confused, then goes, "Oh... Uh..."
(20:25:12) Sarras says quietly, "I think it's better he doesn't know," and winks.
(20:25:45) Evirea deadpans. She looks at Zalya and mouths desperately, 'help me.'
(20:25:51) Sakera frowns looking at Evirea, "Why not?" She glances at Sarras questionly, walking after her, "He could be free forever in his mind."
(20:26:05) Zalya appears to be exiting the Arena when she stops to observe the group. She looks at Evirea a little confused "What did I do?"
(20:27:24) Sarras steps closer to Evirea and glances at Zalya, whom she smiles awkwardly at. Pulling Evirea's hand closer to her, Sarras says, "This kind of relationship is... taboo. I'm afraid he might not take it well, a klyros woman being chosen over a man of my own kind."
(20:28:26) Evirea looks like she wants to die.
(20:29:00) Sakera holds her breathe, then shakes her head sadly, "Maybe i am childish, but i think its not fair if you never give him the chance to let go of you."
(20:29:29) Zalya pauses and looks between Evirea and Sarras "Wait- What? What is going on? I am so confused..."
(20:29:30) Evirea looks like she'd rather be flaying all of her flesh off very slowly than present at this particular moment. She stares back at Zalya again. "Why do these things always happen to me?" She asks the clamod. "why? Why? What god have I upset? Please tell me, I'll make amends I swear."
(20:30:25) Sarras interrupts Sakera, "Listen, lady. My friend and I...
(20:30:48) Sakera listens seriously, "Yes?"
(20:31:11) Sarras says: Were planning on having a private discussion! One that you should not be present for. One that you certainly do not -wish- to be present for... Because it's so...
(20:31:18) Sarras says: Erm... Private. Get my drift?
(20:31:59) Zalya shrugs to Evirea "Maybe you are just lucky?"
(20:32:11) Dermid clatters up the road.
(20:32:25) Evirea looks like she might cry.
(20:34:32) Sakera lifts her hands up in the air for a moment, "Sure go and have your private fun and better not think of Stashka what you do to him, by not letting him know. You should be ashamed by lying so badly to him. But yes call me whatever you want. Put me into prison if you get the chance, but dont lie to Stashka."
(20:36:19) Sarras's eyes narrow. Noticing that a crowd has begun to form, she tries to pull Evirea close and turn the klyros toward herself. "Watch out!"
(20:37:09) Evirea is tugged about. She glares at Sarras. "If you try to kiss me I swear I'll bite off your lips."
(20:37:33) Evirea opens her mouth and gnashes her pointed teeth to demonstrate.
(20:37:52) Zalya looks to Sarras "What have you done to her?"
(20:38:02) Sarras's head pulls so far back it might fall off her spine.
(20:38:22) Sakera tramps with her feet on the ground, then gazes interested at Zayla, "What do you mean?"
(20:38:47) Dermid speaks in a rumbling growl, a sound which is not quite natural issuing from Ynnwn lips. "Is this elf troubling you, m'lady?"
(20:40:00) Sarras releases Evirea and spins around. "Big man! Quick, save us from this woman!" Pointing to Sakera, Sarras adopts a look of fear. She then raises her injured arm. "Look what she's done to me."
(20:41:05) Evirea steps back. She glares at the others and walks towards Dermid, standing beside him. "Apparently so," she answers.
(20:42:05) Sakera takes a deep breathe, "You little intriguer Sarras." She tilts her head, "Sir this lady tried to pick up a fight bare hands and threatened me."
(20:42:20) Zalya raises her hands above her head palms out apparently thinking that Sarras was pointing at her "I didn't do anything!"
(20:42:59) Sarras rapidly shakes her head, then shoots Zalya a dumbfounded look.
(20:43:03) Dermid speaks again, a quality in his voice that should not sit well with most. "M'lady?"
(20:43:55) Sakera starts crying suddenly. She sniffs, "She wanted me to tell her a secret, but i promised to not tell it. I only defended myself. I did not know how to get alive away."
(20:43:58) Evirea taps her chin thoughtfully. "Eh, I imagine they aren't really worth it, though I may try to get some sort of order to keep that one away from me." She points at Sarras.
(20:44:10) Evirea looks blandly at Zalya. "Children."
(20:44:50) Sarras points once again to Sakera but falters at the sudden crying. "What are you, a damn actress? Quit that nonsense."
(20:46:03) Sakera shivers and feels her tears rolling down her cheek, "She did use magic on me to make me weak."
(20:46:28) Zalya takes a step back, away from the crying woman. "I truly have no idea what is happening I swear!"
(20:46:41) Sarras says: Hey, nonviolence against violence. I'd say I have the moral highground here.
(20:46:54) Dermid plants the butt of his hammer on the ground and stands stock still.
(20:49:17) Sakera looks at Zayla, "You seem to know the klyros better. Is she together with that lady`" She points at Sarras
(20:50:21) Sarras nods to Zalya, trying to influence her answer.
(20:51:06) Dermid shakes his head slowly, the armour creaking.
(20:55:25) Evirea's eyes flash at Sarras. "No I'm not bloody well WITH her, I was just trying to bandage her blasted arm!"
(20:56:04) Sarras scrunches her eyes up and grits her teeth. "So close..."
(20:56:06) Zalya shakes her head "I am not getting involved. I am one hundred and ten percent not part of this!"
(20:57:15) Evirea grates out, "I'm with Fuusan, you know, the mage? Yes. Next time you want a substitute lover why don't you ASK first. Good gods. And why pick ME? The rock by your foot would have been better."
(20:58:36) Sarras just shakes her head and looks to the sky. Or carved rock. Whatever is up there.
(20:58:42) Sakera starts laughing, "Sorry but thats too funny. Thanks for that nice surprise. What a refreshing." She wipes away the rest of her tears, "Well i am glad you have a nice mage as man."
(20:58:46) Zalya nods "Its true. Last I heared Evirea was with Fuusan. She made that quite clear."
(21:00:14) Evirea points at Zalya indicatively, and folds her arms over her chest in consternation.
(21:00:18) Sakera smiles at Zayla, "I believe you." She makes a bow, "Excuse me mi ladies and sir. I will need to go get some distraction from all this."
(21:01:44) Sakera makes a bow to Evirea, "I think i made some mistakes in the past. I am very sorry mi lady."
(21:02:01) Zalya looks to Sarras "Sorry for ruining your plans of... What ever you were up to."
(21:02:23) Sarras says to Sakera, "Yeah, such as mistakenly slicing my arm open, right?"
(21:03:17) Sakera nods, "Indeed it was self defense. But well i did not say that i made mistakes with you Sarras, only with the kind klyros over there."
(21:03:28) Evirea grunts. "Please stop calling me that. Vire. My name is Vire, good grief the formalities are making my tunic stiff."
(21:03:46) Sarras says: Self defense my kormi.
(21:05:08) Stashka says: Holy crap.....please tell me you gals aint still fightin.
(21:05:09) Zalya says: Wait, who cut who with what? This is starting to sound like a bigger problem than telling someone you are dating...
(21:05:28) Stashka facepalms
(21:05:37) Sakera turns around to Stashka, "No. Sarras only used magic on me."
(21:05:45) Sarras reveals her newly bandaged arm to Zalya.
(21:05:58) Stashka folds his arms "Sarras....are you being a bad girl again?
(21:06:19) Zalya see's the arm but remains dumbfounded "But why?"
(21:06:20) Sarras's brow raises toward Stashka. "A whut?"
(21:06:54) Stashka shrugs to Sarras and looks around, trying to figure out what's going on
(21:07:17) Sakera says: She hold me back from being able to train with you. I was almost at the arena crawling, because she used some dizzy spell on me, before i reached the arena she used a sleeping spell.
(21:07:52) Evirea merely stands where she is, staring at the four in front of her in silence. She seems to have somewhat checked out of the conversation.
(21:07:58) Sarras says: Stashka, you were there. Tell them what a lunatic this nolthrir is... Hey. You were causing trouble!
(21:08:03) Stashka's mouth drops open "Sarras! You kept this poor girl from meeting me?! Your jealousy knows no bounds....
(21:08:46) Stashka says: I don't know what I was supposed to be there for, Sarras, I came on you with a cut, it seemed like things were resolved, and I left. Thinking Sakera was behind me.
(21:08:51) Dermid manages to grate out a "Do you have any further need of me, m'lady?"
(21:08:59) Stashka sighs and rubs his eyes
(21:09:06) Zalya points at the bend in the road awkwardly "I- I had better go then..."
(21:09:23) Sarras cannot think of anything to say, so she just slides off to the side, unknowingly now in Zalya's way.
(21:09:26) Stashka nods "Sorry everybody, ya'll should leave.
(21:09:38) Evirea glances at Dermid. "We should go," she answers simply. She pats at his arm placatingly. "You did a good job. Thank you Dermid."
(21:09:45) Stashka waves his arms in the air vaugely "Disperse...
(21:10:15) Dermid hefts his hammer and waits for Evirea to decide on a direction to walk in.
(21:10:18) Zalya takes a step and then stop as Sarras stops her. Not wanting to be rude she stands there and says nothing, looking around not quite knowing what to do."
(21:10:21) Sakera looks down and nods, she sighs and seems to be happy to see Stashka
(21:10:25) Evirea walks off around the corner, gone.
(21:10:41) Stashka points at Sarras and Sakera alternately "And yew two, no fighting no biting.
(21:10:44) Sarras is surprised by Zalya. "Oh. Hello."
(21:11:30) Stashka shakes his head "We should get out of the road too, gals...
(21:11:53) Stashka says: I got places to be and people to do.
(21:11:57) Sarras says: Because Zalya needs a whole road to get through?
(21:11:59) Sakera follows Stashka
(21:12:10) Sarras says: Er, Sorry.
(21:12:12) Sarras runs off.
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I had no idea of everything that was going on between everybody. Now things make sense.
Thanks, Volki?
Oh, and especially thanks for renewing the thread.