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| ashford211994 | May 29, 2011, 3:43 pm Post #26 |
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After Astrea finished cleaning up the café she saw the amount of money left behind by the suspicious girl. A small smile came to her lips as she took the money and put it in the cash register. After that she grabbed her small bag and then began to exit the café still dressed in her blue maid like uniform. She expected to walk out into the silent dark night, but instead she walked into a curious situation. She froze looking at the three people and she could feel the tension in the air. “Um, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what is going on here?” She asked staring from one person to the other. She then noticed that the girl was there, one of her customers, the one that had caught her curiosity. At the way one of the men held the girl seemed almost violent. She turned to look at the other male who by the looks of it was trying to help the girl. <Sorry for the short post >.< I have writers block today.> |
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| Scarecrow | May 30, 2011, 2:58 am Post #27 |
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Scarecrow was in an unwanted predicament. Nila was slowly floating away down the street and the earth bending man was following her. To make matters worse a girl had just walked out of the shop and implicated herself in the situation. Scarecrow sensed that she was different to them all, she didn’t have an insignia... she wasn’t lacking for Talent but, so why no insignia? ‘Damn these questions’ Scarecrow thought, ‘I don’t have time to find out the answer to everything I don’t know.’ The situation had turned into a four way struggle, Scarecrow saw a flicker of recognition in Nila’s eyes as she looked at the girl, although this may be because she had just come from the same shop. Regardless, it seemed that he was being perceived as the bad guy by the two newcomers and the only other person here that new the truth was acting like a wounded animal. Scarecrow decided to try and get the girl onside quickly so he addressed her before the others could. “Listen, my name is Scarecrow, I don’t have time to explain everything but to cut to the chase I need to talk to that crimson eyed woman, Nila, you know her right?” The girl looked blankly as she took in what he said but then a look of suspicion crept across her face. “Look,”continued Scarecrow, “I don’t know who you are, but if you know this woman, you will agree that she seemed different right? It is very important that I talk to her, very important. She needs help, look at her, I promise you that I didn’t do that to her, besides do you see any wound? No, I didn’t hurt her and yet she still hurts. She needs help. Please help me, so we can help her.” Edited by Scarecrow, May 30, 2011, 3:49 am.
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| bornap | May 30, 2011, 6:50 am Post #28 |
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Inai had to smile, at least a little bit. As literal as usual, I see. Well, looks like nothing important changed. He doesn't remember if Rantashi was ever different than the guy that's standing right in front of him. He was one of those people who would rather stand by side and observe, participating only if asked. Or, at least, that's what Inai thinks of him. How did Inai met Rantashi in the first place? If I remember correctly, it was during one of the classes on my first year here. Soon, it became evident Ran was one of those who had no other place to go but Academy. Literally. "You must really not have a life if you're here." Inai couldn't prevent himself from laugh-like snorting. "That might actually be true. I didn't felt like going out tonight. For some reason, I wanted to read this book I noticed several days ago. It's about religion. You know..." He stopped in mid-sentence, like he was expecting from Rantashi to find it logical what the term 'religion' implies. "What brings you to this part of university? No... You don't need to tell me if you don't want to. I respect other people's privacy." |
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| Corrupted | May 30, 2011, 8:44 pm Post #29 |
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_________________________________![]() Dark Alleyway - Reinoa City / Mage Academy Late Evening Crimson eyes became stern and calm once more, even as a sturdy wall stood before her and Scarecrow, the man she did not want to ever see again. He was after all, dangerous, he would pry into her when she did not wish to give him anything, he would do so without any sparing thought. He would provoke the last minutes of her life, make what an already hard life even harder. Every moment, every second, she had to survive. Life wasn't just some blissful journey, every second she had to make sure that she wouldn't die. It was either a dangerous job or her emotions losing control, but she could never rest her eyelids. She'd never lead a normal life, grow old with a husband as she watched her grandchildren giggle and laugh. Was this the fate she always held? Would she never feel true happiness? Looking to the man who had helped her, she eyed him with a slightly curious expression, finally realizing that in her fear of her insignia growing more then it should she had mentally asked for his help. She shouldn't have - now that she truly brooded over this. He probably thought her weak and vulnerable, unable to protect herself from this assassin. In some ways, he was correct, and in some ways not. He was wasting time and energy on her. If he figured out that she held a writhing, dark, blood thirsty monster inside her body would he still try to save her? She doubted it. She was still thankful however, for this strange man who appeared all so suddenly. Although he was mysterious and she could not even grasp a name, he was helping a person that he knew nothing of. Nila grasped her glowing dim arm, a small smile appearing on her once dormant face. Such a farmer - attempting to scare a dark mage assassin, trained to kill without a second thought. She was a trained dark mage mercenary, they were both much more dangerous then he could comprehend, and yet it almost felt as if he were mocking Scarecrow. It was quite amusing, amusing indeed... It was then the ground beneath her started to move and her smile disappeared as she looked at it warily, her crimson eyes slitted like a cat. It wasn't moving fast enough for her to fall flat on her face or get dizzy, but she definitely was not thrilled to know that a man who was probably even weaker then her was protecting her, endangering himself. She had to help him somehow, but she was not going to run back when he had already used energy to shoot her so far. Groaning inwardly, her eyes widened in even greater concern when she realized Astrea had come out of the cafe at the worst time. But she could do nothing about it. Grabbing ahold of the sturdiest shoulder she had ever felt in a long time, no, it had been a long time since she had even touched anyone, she stopped the man who had saved her. She had to tell him that he was wasting his energy, that she could take care for herself even though deep down, she was slightly frightened. "I thank you greatly for your help, Sir, but please do not waste your energy any longer. I can get us both out of here..." She held onto his arm tight, her hands trembling slightly as she looked at her visible glowing insignia. Please don't hate me... She thought as she closed her eyes... "Accio umbra desero." She whispered, the darkness clinging to the two bodies as a vision flooded her closed eyes, as she tried to find a place they would be safe from Scarecrow. Knowing the forest was not the best place for them both, she could only find the Academy as a sanctuary, and soon the to figures were consumed, soon reappearing on familiar grounds. She was accepted here, they would be safe...right? Insignia glowing dimly, she dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. She had summoned to much power again, transporting two people to somewhere far away when she was already in a weak mental state was not good for her. But really, she didn't care. No not all. It was then her world turned black. _________________________________ |
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| Drakedragon | May 30, 2011, 9:44 pm Post #30 |
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Kraizen Jerrickson Reinoa City-Strees - Mage Academy Late Evening Kraizen never took his eyes off of the stranger, but was distracted when he noticed another stranger enter the scene. It was another girl, but she didn't seem to know what was going on. Before he could raise his voice, though, the stranger spoke up first and grabbed her attention. The earth-using farmer could only make out some of what was said from the distance they were at, but he could see that the stranger was trying to placate the girl and make himself seem less threatening. He obviously wanted something from the dark-haired girl beside him and he wanted it badly. Kraizen was about to move forward again to do something, but a small, soft hand took his shoulder and stopped him. He turned to the girl as she spoke, confused at first by her last words. It was only in this moment that he was paying closer attention to her that he noticed her arm dimly glowing. His eyes widened and he was about to ask what she meant when she whispered an incantation and darkness covered them both. The next few seconds were strange and alien for the earth-user. He felt cold and everything was pitch black. The only thing that felt familiar was the sensation of the girl's hand on his shoulder. But before long, they were ejected from the darkness and he quickly realized that they were at the Academy. He wanted to ask her what in the world just happened, but that line of thought ended the instant she hit the ground. He knelt down beside her, noticing her ragged breathing, and frowned. His green eyes wandered to the blackness clinging to her arm and his eyes widened as he saw the glowing insignia's details. The pieces clicked together and he realized she was a wielder of darkness. His attention went to her face and he gently shook her shoulder. When he got no response, he realized she must have passed out and looked up at the night sky. What should he do now? Obviously he couldn't just leave her here, not in this condition. He didn't know anything about dark mages, but the way her arm looked was concerning. Coming to a decision, he reached down and lifted the girl up into his arms, cradling the side of her dimly glowing arm against him so that it wouldn't be visible to anyone that saw them. He surveyed the Academy courtyard they were and didn't see anyone in particular, so he walked towards the front entrance. The Academy clinic was probably closed at the moment, so he couldn't take her there. He wasn't sure if he could take her to the hospital either, not with her arm like that. Dark mages were thought to be extinct and he wasn't sure how people would react to one showing up all of a sudden. "Alright, Kraizen, think. What do you do..." He mumbled to himself as he stopped at the Academy gates. The big doors were closed, as they were every night at this hour. There were guards by a smaller door that people could go in and out of, but he didn't think it would go over well if he walked up to them carrying an unconscious girl and asked to be let out. Instead, he turned and wandered back towards the main building. Navigating his way through the familiar halls, he eventually found his way to the academy's clinic. The room was dim, which meant that the nurse was off-duty, so he went inside and shut the door behind him, carried the girl over to one of the beds and gently set her down. He pulled up a chair, sat down with a grunt and watched the unconscious girl with his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Silvery moonlight shined in from the windows, providing the room with a little bit of lighting. It wasn't much, but it was enough that he could now see all of the girl's details. He had to admit, she was a beautiful girl and right now she seemed so serene. Still, his attention drifted to her glowing arm and he furrowed his brow. What to do about that? Could he do anything about it? Curious now, Kraizen stood up and walked around to that side of the bed. He reached down with a callused hand and brushed his fingertips along the blackness. A sharp coldness crept into his hand and he withdrew it with a hiss. Whatever was going on, it was dangerous. Was she losing control of her magic's power? If that were the case... then maybe... Ignoring the intense cold, Kraizen put both hands on the creeping darkness, one over the insignia and the other over the mass going up her arm. He gritted his teeth as his hands quickly started to grow numb and hissed out, "Vi exhaurit!" He felt the dark energy beginning to drain away from the girl's body and into him. A shiver ran through him as he tried to keep a handle on the unfamiliar energy. He didn't know how much he could drain away, but hopefully he could do at least something to help her... |
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| Corrupted | June 1, 2011, 3:52 am Post #31 |
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_________________________________![]() Academy Infirmary Late Evening Innocent crimson eyes looked to an older woman, the face scarred, coated in dirt as it was accompanied by short platinum blond hair that barely made it to the ears. Rags clung tightly to a small body, barefoot and injured the little boy with crimson eyes looked determined as he peeked out of the alleyway, staring at the older woman as she bought a few pieces of bread from the Bakery Owner. The woman had jewelry clinging to her neck, head, and ears, a velvet dress that feel down to her open toed fancy shoes. Her hair was tied back, curled and accessorized with feathers. She was obviously 'privaleged'. Watching intently as she payed and walked outside, a broad smile on her face, the boy crouched down like a predator and stealthily followed her, keeping his eyes on the prize. Shifting through the thickening crowd with ease, he grew closer and closer to her hand, carrying the loaves of bread that enticed groans and grumbles from the boy's empty stomach. Reaching out quickly, he tore one of the loaves from her arm as he turned, running as quick as he could with his little bare feet, running, running as fast as he could. "Thief!" A shriek called out, but the boy kept on running. Heads swerved, eyes turned, but all the boy could do was run. It was all he knew. Although the memory, the dream seemed to end Nila did not awaken. She felt strange, in the dark universe that held no light. She could not see her hand before her, even if she put it right in front of her eyes, when she wished to walk she almost felt as if she were sinking, as if the shadows were reaching out and pulling her in. She did not fear the shadows, but they soon freed as a sudden warmth sparked on her dormant arms. She felt weightless, as if she were being carried. Right, that mysterious man was still there. Was he trying to help her even more? Was her attempts to not waste his energy a failure? why go so far to help a girl he did not know? Only questions filled her thoughts, and no answers. However soon the weightless feeling drifted away as she felt solid once more. What was happening? She wanted to know, no, she thirsted to know and yet her eyelids would not permit her to open them. Slowly but surely, the shadows clung to her legs again, pulling her in as she sunk, farther and farther into the darkness. At first, she was not afraid as its cool fingertips enveloped her neck and started clinging to her cheeks. But as she realized it had covered her only ways of breathing, she suddenly became frightened, as her breathing stopped and she tried to swim out of the shadows that were slowly devouring her. However her body did not move, it could do nothing. As her eyes were slowly covered, she wished to scream, but no sound came from her mouth. Then suddenly, the shadows shrieked as they let her go, crimson eyes opening suddenly as she reached out for the first thing that touched her fingertips, blind for the sudden moment. It ended up being fabric of a shirt. Breathing heavily, her eyes still widened in fear, she slowly looked up to realize the farmer was still here with her. Looking down, she looked at his hands on her arm and she slowly realized the insignia had stopped glowing, even shrinking to settle between her wrist and elbow once more. Had he somehow helped her?...An itching feeling started to trouble her eyes, but she fought hard not to let those traitorous tears fall down her cheeks. It made her feel weak and pitiful, especially in front of someone else. Clasping harder to this stranger, she really didn't care what he thought of her anymore as the wetness filled her eyes. "Why...." She squeaked. _________________________________ |
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| Scarecrow | June 1, 2011, 8:13 am Post #32 |
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"Accio umbra desero". With those words Nila and the Earth mage disappeared. Scarecrow noticed a look of bewilderment in the Earth mage's eyes as the blackness engulfed him. It would be an uncomfortable journey. ‘Be Practical’, was what is master always told him. Taking the latest twists into account Scarecrow turned back to the girl who had just walked out of the cafe and took pity on her. She had found herself mixed up in a situation that was beyond that which a young girl should have to deal with. Reaching to his belt he loosed his small pouch of coins. It wasn’t much to him and she would put it to better use than he would anyway. Passing it to her he gave her a cheerful farewell, “Sorry that you got mixed up in that, and I doubt that you’ll believe me, but it wasn’t what it looked like.” Looking back at the spot Nila had disappeared from he frowned in thought. “Use that gold well, and take care of yourself ok? This city is a rough place for a girl your age.” Turning away from the girl Scarecrow gathered the darkness around him, preparing for his trip to the council, and then his meeting with the mystery person. "Accio umbra desero". The blackness engulfed him and seconds later he stepped out into the council hall. Looking up at the members he could see the shock on the faces. They hated it when he just appeared like that, it scared them. “I have come to collect my payment,” Scarecrow declared, “The target is dead as requested, and now if you don’t mind, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” Some of the council members glared at him but nobody spoke to him. They knew what he could do, what he was trained to do, so they gave him the money soundlessly and he left without a further word. Scarecrow arrived at the Raging Bull just before the sun set and entering the bar he took note of his surroundings. In less than ten seconds he had observed multiple escape routes and also multiple ways of killing the mystery person in a subtle fashion. Glancing around at the patrons again Scarecrow couldn’t see anyone trying to get his attention and so figured he got here first. That could work to his advantage. Choosing a reclusive booth in the corner Scarecrow quietly went about setting up some traps. If the mystery person was as good as they thought they were, they would avoid them as easily as they avoided his house traps. Edited by Scarecrow, June 1, 2011, 8:14 am.
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| Juicesir | June 1, 2011, 9:10 am Post #33 |
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"Mora temporis." The kid was good, he'd give him that. Paranoid as an old war vet and twice and cunning, he knew his stuff. But he was callous and a bit bold. That would need work. He needed focus, but that could be trained. The man stood up, the bar patrons and the world around him at a total standstill. He strode over to the booth where the boy Scarecrow had just set up his traps. "Aboleo insidias." With a simple speaking of the words and a wave of his hand the quick work the boy had put into rigging his booth to safety was undone, and so the man sat across from the boy. For a moment, he allowed himself to view the world around him. With time still stopped, he observed his surroundings, careful to take note of the people in the tavern as well as their current actions. He took a careful and close look at the boy. He was quite young, and trying his hardest for the dark and mysterious look. You had to admit, though, he did pull it off quite well. The messy black hair covered his eyes a bit, but you could still see determination wrought upon them. This kid could be useful if he can be swayed. He had already proven himself to hold contempt of others a bit. This was good. It would be needed to bring him around to the style of thinking necessary. "Repeto temporis." Time again flowed, and as the hustle and bustle of the Raging Bull once again resumed around him, he looked at the boy seated across the table, a light grin playing around his pallid features. "You're late." He said it with quite a bit of satisfaction and no amount of derision. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to push people and dig at their issues. Making others feel pain of their own actions was a certain pleasure, and he would derive much happiness for being able to push upon this point with the boy. Edited by Juicesir, June 1, 2011, 9:11 am.
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| Scarecrow | June 1, 2011, 9:28 am Post #34 |
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The manner in which the man disarmed his traps didn't surprise him. What would have surprised him was if it had worked. "You're late." the man said with quite a bit of satisfaction. Scarecrow snorted as he reflected on his afternoon. It wasn't a normal afternoon, but it wasn't as strange as some of the things that Scarecrow had seen in his short life. “Does it matter? I’m here; you’re here, so let’s get this over and done with. Firstly, who are you? Secondly what do you want?” Scarecrow demanded in his usual way. Then man continued to smile as he looked at Scarecrow in a contemplative way. Scarecrow felt as if the man was evaluating him for something. "Creans tenebras" called Scarecrow, and as the darkness grew around him he drew one his knives and fingered it's blade gently. "I'd say 'not to be rude' but that statement is often followed by rudeness. In any case, I have every intention of being rude. Now tell me, who are you? And what do you want from me? Speak quickly, for my patience is wearing thin. I do not doubt you are a worthy foe, but neither do I doubt that you would choose to get into a fight that you aren't guaranteed to win. Now, some answers, if you don't mind" Scarecrow slammed his blade into the table to emphasise his point. Edited by Scarecrow, June 1, 2011, 9:46 am.
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| Juicesir | June 1, 2011, 9:54 am Post #35 |
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The man laughed. There wasn't any joy in it. It was hollow and sharp, as if someone had taken all of the joy from it and thrown it into the same darkness that now shrouded them. He continued laughing and did not stop for a few moments until, finally regaining his composure, he again looked at the boy. "Your overconfidence is your weakness, boy." The man allowed another joyless laugh to ring about for a moment before continuing. "You are presumptuous to a fault, but I suppose that's how you live your life. It's a by-product of your paranoia. And it is coincidentally the trait specifically that I need." "You do not trust people. You very clearly do not trust me, and you very clearly do not trust anyone you have come across. You are alone, and you like it that way. Which is why the girl and the boy this morning could not stand to be near you. You are an outcast. But you can be more." The man smirked, falling into a rhythm of speech now, the honeyed words trickling off of his poisonous tongue. "My name is Alastair. And I need your help. More importantly, though, you need mine. You have talent and potential, but it is squandered by your pathetic attempts to see more than you actually are. This pigheadedness has already undone you today. I can see it in your eyes. But that can be changed. You, can be changed. For the better." Alastair allowed himself to relax a bit, and he leaned back in the booth, folding his hands behind his head. "In exchange for teaching you new magic and giving you payment, you will be required to do certain," he paused, searching for the proper word for it, "tasks for me. Here." In one relatively swift motion he withdrew a bag of coins and tossed it across the table to the boy. "Consider it a down payment. Take the money, and we will be in business. Leave it where it is, and I can assume that you reject my offer. It's your choice, take it or leave it. But I can assure you that that will not be the last of your payment. Magic you cannot fathom, power you've only dreamed of, wealth you've worked and long for; all of it will be yours if you do some simple tasks for me." Alastair again leaned back, his head against the booth, awaiting the boy's reply. Edited by Juicesir, June 1, 2011, 9:54 am.
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| Scarecrow | June 1, 2011, 11:04 am Post #36 |
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Catching the bag of money reflexively, Scarecrow quickly tossed it back to Alastair without a second thought. Alastair looked shocked at this response but said nothing as Scarecrow reflected upon his words. Looking Alastair in the eye, Scarecrow evaluated him; he looked for weaknesses and strengths, but also for body language. This man was confident, that was for sure, he was clearly used to getting what he wanted, but not by being dependent on anyone. He was independent and secluded. In fact, he reminded Scarecrow of himself. Alastair was wearing gloves so it was impossible to see what kind of insignia he possessed. Deciding to continue his questioning of Alastair with his hidden insignia, Scarecrow fired off some more questions. “Well as for my first question, your name is Alastair,” he rolled the name in his mouth and decided it suited the stranger. “As for my second question, well to my mind that remains woefully unanswered. So before you answer that question in more detail, I should like some background. Firstly, or thirdly if you count the first two questions still, I should like to know your element and origin. You wear your gloves to hide your insignia, but at the same time, your whole demeanour screams outsider. You’re not from the city are you?” Scarecrow paused for his question to sink in. “Next, I would have you tell me more information about these ‘tasks’ that you require me to do. No REAL assassin would undertake a job without the full details regardless of how much money was being offered. Or power for that matter.” Scarecrow removed his knife from the table and pointed it towards Alistair in a threatening gesture. “And lastly, if you are as knowledgeable as you seem, you know that I rarely kill without cause. The victim is almost always a bad person, or an evil person." Scarecrow paused, evaluating Alastair. "Anima Reveal". Alistair tensed, and Scarecrow knew that he had just had a strange tingling feeling rush over his body. "I can see the darkness in them, the darkness that screams evil doer. That selfsame darkness I can see in you too. So tell me, if you possess the darkness which I have sworn to kill, what makes you think that, rather than killing you, I will join you?” |
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| Drakedragon | June 1, 2011, 6:10 pm Post #37 |
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Kraizen Jerrickson Reinoa City – Academy Clinic Late Evening The coldness was quickly creeping up Kraizen’s arms, but he didn’t relent. Rather, he felt great relief as he watched the darkness slowly recede until it was back to its thin insignia around her wrist. At the moment that happened, he started to take his hands off of the girl when she suddenly grabbed his shirt. She looked startled, confused, and above all, terrified. It was a moment of vulnerability that most people hated to have others see. At her question, he slowly put his hands on her shoulder. He could feel her trembling. ”Why? Why wouldn’t I help? I can’t stand by and ignore someone when they’re in trouble or need help. Even if they think they don’t need it.” He wasn’t sure if that answer would satisfy her, but it was just how he felt. Maybe it was just his older-brother mentality kicking in after years of helping raise his siblings. Regardless, he was just glad to see that she was awake. His arms were still numb from the darkness’ touch, but he would be fine. ”Are you all right now? I managed to syphon off some of the excess energy that was creeping over your body, but I don’t know much about dark magic. What happened to you back there?” He spoke calmly, without accusation or fear, but rather with genuine concern for her well-being. ”And who was that guy giving you a hard time? He seemed pretty determined to get something from you.” He drew back just a bit so that he could look her in the eye. He was right about his earlier observation; her eyes were a strikingly deep red. It was a sharp contrast to the rest of her overall look and they stood out. Was it because of her magic? A thought concerning the prolonged numbness in his limbs came up briefly, but he pushed it aside. |
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| Juicesir | June 3, 2011, 1:29 am Post #38 |
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Pity we have to do this the hard way. The shock was momentary, but in it's place annoyance grew. This was certainly not the way he had intended it to go, and it was in no way how he intended it to end. Alastair slowly put the coin purse back under his cloak as the boy continued his inquisition. Question, questions, questions. All he was concerned with was answers, and that wasn't the business Alastair was in. This was rapidly devolving out of his control, and he didn't like that. The boy would obviously need some more thorough convincing than just coin and power. He was an idealist with nothing to lose, much like himself. He needed a demonstration, a different approach. And that couldn't be done here. Alastair laughed, low and quiet at first, until it grew. It grew with the idea, the method he would use to bring about this boy to his way of thinking. At the height of his laughter, he shouted out the spell. "Mora temporis!" Again the world stopped, again time stood still, but Alastair still laughed and laughed and laughed. Time could not recall how long he laughed but eventually it ceased into nothingness. Alastair slowly removed himself from the bar. Moving out into the street, he found a crowd of people. "Dissimulatione." Alastair was now had the look of an older clerk, someone of importance but who would blend in with a crowd of bureaucrats. He resumed time and set off towards the center of town. He had some tasks to accomplish. |
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| Blue | June 6, 2011, 12:59 am Post #39 |
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Rantashi stared rather blankly at Inai, unable to draw any kind of expression to his face. Quite frankly, he was appreciative that his fellow graduate had the decency to leave anything religion related out of the conversation; it was not his intention to ruin the beliefs of others, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe. After all that he’d been threw as a young child, and without a family to teach him, it was challenging to say the least to believe that there was something out there looking out for you. The boy did his very best to steer away from that topic. And suddenly, Inai was speaking once more."What brings you to this part of university? No... You don't need to tell me if you don't want to. I respect other people's privacy." The answer was simple. “Well, I live here for one.” He stated, almost robotic in his response. “But I figure that I need a job, so I’m heading to the Headmaster’s Office to ask about a teaching job here. I know that I can do a much better job than the ones they’ve got teaching the kids now. It’s all shouting abuse and giving punishments at the moment. We had to make it on our own, and now that I have I think I should start making a few changes around here.” Ran folded his arms, really not sure what else to say on the matter. Until an idea struck him. “Why don’t you come with me?” he asked simply, not a single feature out of place. It wasn’t because he felt a sense of loneliness and wanted someone he knew around – he barely knew Inai at all. But if he was going to make changes around the Academy, why not bring the one person you’ve told of your plans along with you? |
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| bornap | June 6, 2011, 7:13 am Post #40 |
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That couldn't be more true. Yelling. Shouting. Idiot! Imbecile! All of that without any constructive criticism. Where are we making our mistakes? It's like they don't actually try to make us better at what we are. "Well, good luck with that. I personally believe that single person can't do much. You would need more persons like you to actually change something like this, not just you." Inai had a look at his pocket watch. It's getting late. Old guys might be worried. Oh, well. "I might as well come. Let's go." As they were walking, they passed by the clinic doors. At one moment, Inai could swore he heard something in clinic. He stopped so suddenly, Rantashi made a couple of steps before noticing. "Just a second, Ran. I think I heard something." He slowly opened the doors, only to notice two persons inside. "Who are you?" he asked. "I don't think it's time for visits." (sorry for short post, no much inspiration is present) |
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| Corrupted | June 11, 2011, 6:18 am Post #41 |
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_________________________________![]() Academy Infirmary Late Evening There was that strange sensation of comfort filling her senses. This man, no boy, seemed to have a kind aura, something that she did not have to worry much about. Normally, she was wary of all strangers, her crimson eyes slitting at the fact that they even tried to become close to her. However, this man had saved her twice, and even in the darkness she could see that he held no bitter intention in his kind face. Not from what she could tell anyway - and she was a very good judge of character. Relaxing softly, she furrowed her thin eyebrows as she tried to think. What would she say? He obviously knew that she was a dark mage and yet he had not asked any questions, merely helped her as he easily, but slowly put his warm, gentle hands on her shoulder. Body stiffening for a moment, crimson eyes snapped up to his face for any difference in aura, but instead she could find none. Only a fierceness that was hard to match - an authoritative feeling that made her feel small and childish. "You are...very kind." She whispered softly, a smile appearing on her delicate face as she looked to his, her body relaxing once more as she realized that this man meant no harm. He was only trying to help her, and indeed he did, that strange darkness that was building up inside her seemed dormant now. That un-satisfying blood lust was practically gone, although, she knew that at some point it may come back. However, she was not going to dwell much on it. Instead she was just grateful that she had gotten any help at all. The questions had begun, except she didn't feel as angry or irritated as she had with the other man. Instead he seemed sincere, and the least she could do was answer his questions for he had practically saver her life, twice. It was the least she could do after all. "Light magic wasn't the only thing that destroyed Dark Mages - if we become to agitated the darkness overflows inside us and we become monsters, our own magic turning against us. I - I almost lost control with that man. I thank you..If you hadn't helped, I probably wouldn't be able to talk to you normally now." The sudden vision of her becoming that monster that had always haunted her dreams, its figure dark and always warping, changing, only its long claws and bloodied teeth distinguishable. She never wanted this man to be exposed to the things she had seen, the thing she might become. He seemed to have had a normal upbringing, maybe not the finest, but a nice one. She wasn't about to show him the dark corners of the world. At the question at the man however, she pursed her scarlet lips. "Scarecrow is an assassin, a dark user such as I, except he is unaware of its rarity. He seems to have trained in secret for a long time. He is unaware of the world, the privacy a person needs. He was - in all respect, trying to get information from me I was not willing to give. That is all I have to say." Nila concluded, not thrilled about the fact that she had to reimburse herself in those dark memories. If she were to see him again - she hoped she was not alone in a dark alley, or it truly would be the end of her. By now he probably had a very dangerous grudge, maybe forgotten now, but definitely remembered once he saw her crimson eyes. Her strange, alluring crimson eyes. A new voice however caused her to hide her insignia, digging into her pockets for spare bandages and wrapping it around her wrist. It was actually a good thing it was not as big anymore, she didn't have to hide as much of it. "I did not realize that graduates of this academy were un-welcome here, isn't that right student?" _________________________________ |
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"No, I... Of course you're welcomed here. I beg your pardon. It's just something that happened to my neighbours, so I learned to ask questions to anyone, er, suspicious." As a matter of fact, something did happened to them. Their house was robbed several months ago. Inai caught something. Something that forced him to ask questions to anyone that even remotely appeared not to belong where they are. His eyes were looking at the direction of a blond, pale girl with small ears and nose and dressed as... Goth? Well, well, I certainly didn't expected to see one here. "My bad. Once again, I apologize for making rush thoughts." Inai's face got serious. "But, the question still remains. I'm not used to seeing people in the clinic at this hour. Is there any problem? And if there is, may I he...?" A sound, almost like the one caused by pain, came from his throat. The feeling. It appeared. He felt his cheeks getting a little bit warm, and... certain area of his body getting activated. No, not now! He panicked. What if they find out? Where is my medicine? It wasn't in the pocket. It was left back in Inai's room, forgotten. Then, he got an idea. "Or, you can tell me as I go to nurse's part of this place to get my medicine." Without waiting for any reply, he rushed to nurse's room. While he was searching for what he needed, he asked: "So... Feel like answering?" |
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| Scarecrow | June 16, 2011, 5:27 am Post #43 |
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Scarecrow blinked. "What the...?" Alastair had vanished. Looking towards the door, Scarecrow quickly realised what had happened. 'He froze time again!' thought Scarecrow, 'I hate when people do that.' Hailing a pretty young waitress over, Scarecrow ordered some food. The waitress smiled at him and went off to fill his order. While he waited, Scarecrow pondered what Alastair had said to him. It all sounded fantastic, with promises of money and power, but Scarecrow already had those things. 'Besides', thought Scarecrow, 'it sounded like he wanted me to become his lackey. I am nobody's servant.' "Excuse me," a young voice broke into Scarecrow's thoughts, "your meal is ready." Looking towards the sound of the voice Scarecrow saw the pretty waitress standing there with his food. Smiling as he took the plate from her, Scarecrow passed her a handful a gold coins. It was a generous tip, but money wasn't an issue for Scarecrow, who, apart from earning his own living, had inherited his master's fortune when he had died. The waitress looked stunned, but then pocketed the coins and returned to her rounds. "Revelamini Venenum" murmured Scarecrow. When the food didn't change colour he knew it was safe to eat and he tore at the food ravenously. When he had finished, he thanked the waitress for the service and left the bar. Checking his surroundings for any sign of Alastair he began the journey to the safe house that Alastair had broken into. If Alastair would meet him anywhere, it would be there. |
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| Drakedragon | June 22, 2011, 3:49 am Post #44 |
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Kraizen Jerrickson Reinoa City - Academy Clinic Late Evening The stiffness and silence that followed his questions led to a deeper concern in Kraizen and he wondered if would answer. However, his fears were assuaged when she whispered. He didn't see why the compliment was really needed, he just did what any human being would do. Still, she at least seemed to be calming down and she started talking more. He listened intently to each word and thought back to the history lessons he took at the Academy, though his memories of that were pretty fuzzy. You don't use it, you lose it, and Kraizen certainly never really made use of all that history. He frowned, however, at the description of her assailant in the alley. Another dark magic user? And this one was apparently not a very nice one either. She didn't go into any other details, but he didn't press her for them. If she was not prepared to tell him, he could wait. A few other questions came to mind, but before he could ask them, they were interrupted by a stranger's voice. He straightened his back and snapped his gaze to the door to see someone slightly younger than them with a somewhat thinner frame. Rather than say anything, Kraizen chose to remain silent. He wasn't the best liar and he was pretty sure that the girl he helped didn't want others to know what happened. Rather than press his suspicion, the stranger backpedaled and apologized, much to Kraizen's relief. The questions still came, but before he could finish asking them he suddenly stopped and made the oddest sound. Kraizen raised his brow and watched as the stranger made his way over to a section of the clinic. At this point, Kraizen finally decided to speak. He knew he couldn't lie, but... "I'm afraid my companion here took a bit of a spill. I brought her here to recover." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. She really did fall over earlier, he just didn't say how bad it was. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Illian is gonna be out of synch with the rest of us for the time being)) Illian Ulreign Reinoa City - Alchemy Shop Early Afternoon - ??? Of the shops in the business district, one of the more well-known and frequented shops would be the Alchemy Shop now owned by a man named Illian Ulreign, in lieu of the late owner. It was a place of mixed emotions, but people shopped their nonetheless. There were still a couple people that wondered if Illian possibly played a hand in the previous owner's death, while others scolded such ridiculous rumors. But regardless, Illian could care less and went about business as usual. And so he toiled away, locked in his own private work area under the shop. While everyone else was enjoying a clear, cool day, he was bent over a low table taking exact measurements of the ingredients he planned on using in his latest concoction, moving back and forth between it and his shelves upon shelves stocked full of ingredients both imported and those gathered by him and his assistants out in the woods and beyond. He grabbed empty vials, test tube racks, a myriad of puzzling glass items whose uses would most likely baffle the unskilled observer. With careful precision, he cut up some herbal leaves into exactly equal portions, grinding them in small bowls until they turned into paste while he let a pot of water boil to the right temperature. Then he put the pulverized leaves and the resulted liquids into the test tubes. Some were of equal amounts, others were of stronger doses. Then he poured hot water into each vial so that it would dilute the strength of the healing juices to just the right level for each batch and let them sit as the fluids mixed and settled. Of course, that was just what went into making average healing salves and potions, time-consuming as it was. His other concoctions usually required more unique ingredients and a special touch to be mixed properly and avoid creating something that could cause someone harm. Not that he would be too bothered if it did, but business is business after all. And business demands quality. So he spent many hours down in his workshop producing potions and other needed alchemical compositions that his customers sought ranging from the same salves he made before, to more advanced treatments for specific diseases and conditions, solutions for cleaning and treating sensitive equipment, enhancement potions to increase people's durability, and on and on. The only thing he did not make so regularly... was the very concoction he himself made and consumed many years ago now. The concoction that allowed him to cast off his humanity and the wretchedness of his past and become something else entirely. Every time he moved, monstrous strength rippled beneath his skin and pure, raw power rumbled within him, practically begging to be released in as violent and destructive a manner as possible. His eyes saw things no humans could ever see and his ears heard things that humans would miss. His magic was stronger than ever, and with the boost of power, came an ever increasing urge to make use of it, but Illian had gotten used to holding that power in check by now. He knew the stories about Corrupted and the way they were handled when discovered, he wasn't so foolish as to reveal himself. Still, ever since his transformation, a question nagged at him in the back of his mind. Was there more? If he somehow improved on the elixir, could he gain greater strength? He tasted the power of a Corrupted, but was this truly the best there was to offer? This question was what led him to spend hours upon hours working deep into the night at times, going out into the woods and hunting down the pixies and other ingredients he needed to craft the elixir. It was taking time, however, as he couldn't just abandon his shop or his interactions with the rest of the world unless he wished to draw attention to himself. But he wasn't concerned. He sought further power, but he was in no hurry. Unlike the frail, mortal humans, his life-span was not so short. It would take time, but he would eventually gather everything, and then he could continue his experiments. In the meantime, he spent time every day in his workshop when he wasn't working on his stock testing his abilities and seeing how far he could take his magic. The water that he commanded was almost as natural as the fluids of his own body and responded to his every thought with perfect timing. When he channeled it to destroy, the water almost seemed to take on a life of its own, boiling and flowing in a rapid rush in on itself until he could barely keep it contained. The waters of his magic were no longer meant for healing. No, his was the essence of hurricanes, tidal waves, geysers, cyclones... the forces of raging nature that no human could ever hope to stop on their own. It was struggle every day to keep his waters calm. In order to gather more supplies for the elixir, Illian made his way out of the city and out into the woods beyond its walls. He took nobody with him and carried little more than a pack to carry the ingredients in and a hunting knife that he didn't plan on actually using. He hoped today to catch a few pixies, but he wasn't sure how things would go exactly. He could hear the wildlife around him beginning to recede away from him, his presence filling them with dread and fear, and a smirk slipped onto his face. Yes, ever since becoming a Corrupted, animals gained a strong fear of him, but he didn't mind. He was never good with animals to start with, the only thing he did with them was kill them for food or use a horse to pull his wagon. The only thing that mattered was that he find the pixies... |
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| bornap | July 1, 2011, 2:51 pm Post #45 |
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Academy clinic Late evening Parmezon... Parmezon... Where is it? Inai's moves became slighty nervous as he felt his need increasing. He learnt from years of experience how to distinguish between his own, normal desires and those inflicted to him by his illness. Parmezon is a new medicine that decreases the activity of various hormones, if they go out of control. Doctors find the fact that Parmezon severely decreases the strenght of Inai's... "seizures" to be very helpful, since that directly links his health state to at least one of the hormones that Parmezon influences. For the love of God, where is...? Oh, it's here. Finally. Inai again opened one of the cabinets, but now he managed to find the bottle of the medicine that he was looking for. He quickly opened the bottle, took one of the pills from inside of it and swallowed that pill. Within moments, he felt the symtoms becoming weaker and weaker. He sighed. Now, let's just note that I took what I took. I don't want to cause panick because some of the medicine dissapeared. Once Inai done that, he returned to the couple that he encountered in the other room of the clinic. "I'm sorry. It's just a certain something that I have. Don't worry, it's okay now. What were you saying... 'a bit of a spill'? Is she okay? May I somehow help?" And where is Rantashi? Is he still outside the clinic? |
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| Corrupted | July 3, 2011, 6:37 am Post #46 |
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_________________________________![]() Academy Infirmary Late Evening Her slight irritation diminished as she let out a breath she was unaware she had been holding, realizing that the boy truly meant no harm. She had always been wary of men no matter how kind they were, the man behind her was only different because he had saved her life twice. If anything, he deserved the common courtesy after he had given up his time and energy just to save her. He did not even know her and yet... Maybe it was the average thing people did these days, she had no way of knowing. Disliking common society and living in the forest had always been more comfortable for her. Being a light sleeper that protected her from being attacked by those creatures when she was vulnerable. Listening quietly to the younger boy's words, she made sure to avert her crimson eyes away from him as she clung tightly to her covered insignia, not wanting to draw out more suspicion. If anything, she had hoped no one would be out so late at night and she would be able to disappear by morning, but she had no such luck. The strange thing about this boy however was his sudden outburst, noise, that attracted her eyes for only one moment as she traced his almost invisible figure in the dim light. She knew he needed an answer, but what should she say? There wasn't many reasons graduates would be at the academy at night, in the infirmary. She was surprised she hadn't been attacked or questioned harshly yet. She opened he mouth to skillfully say a lie, when the man behind her beat her to it. Turning to him slightly, she raised an eyebrow. He did not seem much of a lier; so why did he do so for her? Was this the extent of his kindness, or did he pity her and think her weak? No she could not think of that now...She hoped his answer would somehow satisfy the boy, but he seemed to be more intrigued by the two of them more then anything. Why couldn't he just keave them alone? She sensed another man outside, and being in a vulnerable position with three other guys would frighten her greatly. She only had her way with words; she seemed strong at the time but she was close to collapsing once more. "I am fine, thank you. We will leave in the morning, I apologize for seeming like a threat." She whispered, eyelids heavy. [ sorry for the delay this is all I can do - I'm on my phone and I feel really bad ] _________________________________ |
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| bornap | July 6, 2011, 7:50 pm Post #47 |
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"If it's really nothing serious, I presume it's OK", Inai replied. "Feel free to stay." He decided to exit to clinic and finally go where he originally went to, but, as he reached to the knob of the doors... No, it's not OK. As he was touching the door knob, he looked at the girl. Something ain't right. If it's really only some minor thing, why not go to public hospital? Why academy clinic? I think hospital too is good for 'minor things'. "Good-bye", Inai said, and then left the clinic. As he closed the doors, Inai looked for Rantashi and put his head near the doors at the same time, hoping to hear the possible conversation from inside and whisper to Ran of what happened, if he's still here. |
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| Drakedragon | July 15, 2011, 11:08 pm Post #48 |
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Kraizen Jerrickson Reinoa City - Academy Clinic Late Evening Through all of his explanation, Kraizen was watching the young man rummage through the medicine cabinet. He was curious what caused him to act so strangely. Was it some kind of condition? There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him that he could see. It must be something internal, I guess... He thought to himself and glanced down at the girl beside him. Come to think of it... he didn't know her name yet. He had yet to tell her his as well. With everything that happened in the last few minutes, there wasn't much time for introductions. "If it's really nothing serious, I presume it's OK", the Academy student replied. "Feel free to stay." Kraizen glanced at the younger man and nodded as he bid farewell and stepped out the door. But he seemed to have forgotten that the door had a window in it. It was pretty obvious that he never left. Which meant he was still suspicious. Even so, Kraizen sat down in a chair next to the bed the girl was lying on and sighed. "Well, now that that's all over with, I guess we can relax." He leaned back in the chair and folded his arms together with a thoughtful hum. "But that was kind of surprising. Wasn't expecting any students to be out at this time of night. Normally, they'd be in their dorms by now or going to bed. Speaking of which, you should probably get some rest as well. I've treated you, but you're probably still not at a hundred percent. I'll stay awake and keep an eye out." He paused and smiled. "My name is Kraizen, by the way. Despite the rough and tumble, it's good that we got to meet." --------- (Still out of sync) Illian Ulreign Forest on Reinoa City Outskirts Midnight The night sky shrouded with thick, misty clouds cast a dark shadow over the forest outside of the city. A shadow that even the city lights couldn't penetrate, or its noise could not reach. But even so, it was far from quiet. As Illian trekked through the unbeaten paths, wading through the underbrush, he could hear the sounds of the animals and beasts all around him, though they kept their distance. It was the time of predators and it was also a time for things that no mortal man was ever meant to see. Illian was counting on that. Night time was the only time the Pixies came out. They liked places like this, too. It was near civilization, so there were always the chance of a human wandering in for them to toy with. Pixies didn't have the sense of morality, nor any inhibitions like other races or species. They were all about their own carnal pleasure. They didn't live past a month, so they spent their time getting as much fun in as they could. With their reckless behavior, they were always troublesome to the more well-mannered races. It wasn't unheard of for large hunts to form and hunt them down if they got to be too much of a problem. As a result, their numbers were rapidly declining, but the Pixies didn't care. It was that stubbornness Illian wished to exploit. If he wished to experiment with the elixir more, he needed the wings off of Pixies. So he did everything he could to make himself more noticeable: walking through the noisy foliage, making no effort to quiet his movements, all the while carrying a torch to bat away the encroaching darkness and cast him and his surroundings in a glaring, harsh glow. The only thing he couldn't do, was let his aura leak out. If he did, they would never come. His aura was one that reeked of death. Even Pixies wouldn't be so foolish as to approach him like that. Hours passed, the night crawled on, and Illian had yet to see any signs of a Pixie. Still, he could feel it... they were here. There weren't many of them, but he could sense their presence behind and beyond the trees and foliage. They were watching him... sizing him up. Now, he needed to only give a reason to move in. He moved to a clearer area where there was less foliage and more open ground. Once there, he started to set up a small camp, gathering together some sticks and branches and lighting them with his torch. He set his pack down beside him and pulled out some trail rations he brought with him. In reality, he didn't need them anymore. But if he was to keep up the ploy of being human, he had to keep them with him anyway. He started into his meager meal, all the while feigning obliviousness and security. The Pixies flitted about in the darkness beyond and he began to catch sight of them between trees. It was difficult to tell from the light of the fire, but he could have sworn their wing colors were red, yellow and indigo. Not ideal... he would have wanted a more varied mix than just those three, but he would take what he could. He finished eating his rations, let out a yawn and leaned over onto his side as if to go to sleep and slowly shut his eyes. After he set his breathing to simulate sleep, Illian began what might be a long wait. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long. Pixies weren't exactly known for being patient. They flew into his small camp and some of them immediately started to rummage through his things, while two of them hovered over him, giggling and snickering to themselves, their voices a faint wisp. Whatever they had planned, it didn't matter. Illian snapped his eyes open, the blue color fading away to be replaced by pitch blackness. The Pixies jumped, but before they could do a thing, watery tendrils snaked out from a bottle in his pack and wrapped around all of them, making sure not to crush their precious wings. The Pixies let out startled cries and struggled against their bonds, but it was to no avail. Getting up off the ground, Illian pulled a set of tweezers from his pack and approached the panicking Pixies with a smirk. "Moths to the flame. Sometimes, it's just too easy." One by one, he ripped the wings from their tiny frames and each Pixie cried out in pain before going limp and getting tossed aside. Their bodies never touched the ground, however, before they faded and crumbled into dust. Once he had collected the wings from all five of them, Illian started to pack up his camp, humming a cheery tune to himself all the while. Tonight's harvest wasn't the best, but it was better than nothing. He would need to go to a different area if he wanted to get more. For now, however, this would do. He got his things together and started back towards the city... |
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