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| Elements Reborn IC; Elemental war; a roleplay of strategy, power, and manipulation (figurative/literal) | |
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| Chaos Storm | June 17, 2011, 7:24 pm Post #26 |
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Zane walked back to the others while saying "Alright, Soren it is then and it does included outcasts" as he stopped looking at the others and seeing someone else over there with them. He looked back at Soren, and said "Is that another outcast? Your friend?" with him looking back over there, then back at Soren and added "Yes, we our going to the festival. This is a place where we are suppose to put our difference aside, and I image that includes outcasts. People might hate outcasts, but then again us clans are not that loving to each other either, so it really does not matter either way. Far as what the others go, most of the clan stayed behind preparing their own festival" and he went on saying "The once who are coming, as you can see, are only a few, and they have put aside their differences and are the few which are willing to look at becoming freinds with other clan's people. Personally I do not care if you do not have a element. I mean the other elements or clans are our enemies but if you have no element then your just another person. So come on we can talk more, for now lets go over there to the group and start making our way to the first camp site. Since this trip will take more than a day to reach from our current location. Since we are going by foot, and only have horses pulling the wagon of supplies and things" by how much he was talking one would believed he is part of the social air clan. Meanwhile over at the group the oldest man said to the stranger "The master is heading this way with the other stranger" as he pointed to Zane... The older guy had used the word "master" not leader. In this situation the leader would be the person in charge of this trip, instead he said Master to apply that was the entire air clan's master, not just this little group. ..Now Zane appearance was he had his faithful pole on his back, and he stood at six feet tall, but appeared weak due to his small body though that was not the case, that was how it appeared. He wore a black robe, but had his hood off revealing his thick spiky white hair, and his golden eyes. One would be wise to notice that his footsteps were soundless. His robe was closed, and did not reveal his body or his other clothes. But he had a black t-shirt, and pants underneaths, and he did where black shoes. For now Zane was heading over to the group, and was expecting this other new person to say something to him since it seems one of his members pointed at him. So it seem he had two new people to watch and find more out about. Since now that this other person as approach them, he can not just leave without finding out who they are and what they are doing and he most likely would try to drag them with him along with this Soren to the festival. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | June 17, 2011, 8:27 pm Post #27 |
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So it was true then a new Master had been selected. What happened to the previous Master she wondered. What was his name again? She had filled her head with so much knowledge that names had simple slipped from her head. As the Master approached she saw something in his eyes and a name came to her head. "I do believe your name is Zane is it not? The last I saw of you, you were but a small child barely out of your swaddling. I doubt any of y'all would remember me but I am no stranger or outcast to the Air Clan." With the smallest amount of effort she used the wind to lift her hood from her face. "My name is Circey Lancaster or Circey the Wise of the Air Clan. It has been quite some time since I have been home. Tell me have you news of my father Tidus Lancaster? He was ill when I left home some twenty years ago what fate has befallen him?" |
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| Deleted User | June 17, 2011, 11:35 pm Post #28 |
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With the power of Fire surging through his palms, the young follower of fire known as Ky was surprisingly out in the open near the outskirts of the Fire Clan's territory and was busy focusing on honing his abilities and skills. One day, everyone wants to take over as an Elemental Master when the current one has chosen a new one, by choice, or by skill. Ky, no doubt, was different. He released out fire into the open air, where it was mostly just open area, so there was a high chance that he couldn't or wouldn't burn anything. This area was just near a relatively nice, slum or a warren like place. Whenever people would look up, sparks of Fire are floating in the sky, due to the frequent ''fireshow'' Ky is doing when's practicing. With the anniversary celebration nearing, Ky was much excited for it, and wanted to see a particular water follower there. It was none other than the sister of the Fire Master. Ky and and Ash's sister, Kaelyn, were close friends. And even though they were differing elements, surely, that wouldn't stop them from being friends. Actually, for the matter, he was hoping to see all the people there in a time of peace and tranquility. He wasn't too far from it either, so he thought he would just take a moment or two just two get some peace and quiet before things got rowdy and very very noisy. He didn't think 2-3 days wasn't that far. He should probably get going soon, since it might take more than what he expects to arrive by. Since the Twin Peaks are about a two days travel, by horse, or some other form of transportation. Although, perhaps if he waited out longer, he could travel with someone, someone like the Fire Master, since he knew she was out reminding people of the celebration. He'd wait and see, pondering atop the hill. |
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| Wicked | June 18, 2011, 6:02 am Post #29 |
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҉ Water ҉ Cyril’s acknowledgement of what was to come later in the day allowed Brooke to continue down into the main area of activity, leaving him to work with his eager, and not-so eager, students for the time being. She knew very well that he would come after he was done with his other duties in order for her to have a word with him about the upcoming festivities, with the addition of the Twin Peaks for discussion since that had not been something that the clan had to deal with in previous years during the Anniversary. It came with the possibilities no Elemental Master could ignore, whether positive or negative, such as the likelihood that Brooke would meet other Elemental Masters from the three clans beside her own. In that case, she would need to figure out what exactly to say upon meeting them in order to negotiate further peace in the realm, however impossible that may sound with certain clans. Due to this, she needed advise from those closest to her, including Cyril. He was, of course, considered “Cyril the Scholar” and due to such a title, Brooke trusted his opinions the most out of her close circle of people. Brooke watched, cheerful, as the girl from before waved at her and moved on with life- free flowing as Water itself. It was always a delight to see someone so full of energy and youth as she was. Brooke figured she wasn’t that much older than the bouncing bee and grinned, amused at how she’d matured because of her leadership role. Still, she had a spring to her step everywhere she went. Brooke moved with this “spring” to her residence, the bleached white wood exterior decorated with strings of shells she had collected during her times on the beach. A hand ran against the shells, allowing them to clink together musically, before dropping as Brooke entered her small home; a wooden bed with a thin mattress on one side, a table in the center with a few chairs surrounding it, and a small kitchen consisting of a few pots over an extinguished fire. “My humble abode,” she murmured in greeting, to no one but herself, as she sat down on the bed and laid out her legs for a moment of rest. The sun outside had drained her and if she wanted to make good time on the trip later on and also have the ability to practice with her element, Brooke would have to regain the energy she’d lost while out and about on the sun-bathed beach. It was completely her fault that she felt tired and Brooke wanted to kick herself for being so foolish, but she’d simply felt like going to the beach that day. She’d felt like basking in the sun, and like most Water members, she had yielded to the emotions that expressed themselves. So, Brooke lay down and closed her eyes. She wasn’t asleep, though. She listened to the distant sound of the ocean washing against the shore of New Earth, smoothing and unsettling the sand beneath its powerful waves. It was Brooke’s wake-up, her lullaby, and the music that made her buzz to life every day. Water was within her, a part of her being, and hearing it made her crave for more of a connection to Water. It was such a teasing element, approaching and then leaving. It coaxed people into its depths to drown, it allowed people to leave their homelands and search for more, it nourished the world, it destroyed whatever was in its path. It was brilliant and Brooke was blessed to be given Water’s attention and the title of Water Master. |
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| Sacred Fire | June 19, 2011, 5:42 pm Post #30 |
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Soren Godwin Soren shrugged. So long as it was something to do, she wouldn't mind where they went. As the master of the clan started heading back to the group she followed, pulling up her hood again. Over the years she had gotten kinda embarrassed when other people saw her tattoos, even the small one on her forehead. Plus this kept the sun out of her eyes, a double win. "..." Soren took note of the new person to head to the ground and shook her head. "Don't have any friends" she said not totally appreciative of the fact he said 'another outcast' unable to explain why it bothered her so much to be referred to as an outcast when she had even called herself one. She had some friends but they were all in the cities she had long since left behind, she was always traveling alone. Following close behind the new air clan leader, she silently listened to the conversation between him and the other who had just arrived, apparently also an air clan member. She was born into the same clan but the name wasn't familiar, she tried to wrap her mind around it for a moment before getting bored and giving up. Soren reached up to tug on 'Zane's' sleeve in the way a child would to get their mothers attention. "We are leaving soon aren't we?" she asked, completely uncaring that she had interrupted, just knowing she was tired of this scenery.
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| Chaos Storm | June 19, 2011, 9:35 pm Post #31 |
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Zane said " I am sorry to say I was to young back then to know you. Some of the others may had talked about you, but they talk about many people I do not know personally. So I can not say I know much about you. But I do know your father, and I am sure you already realize after this time he is no longer with us, however he did recover from his illness that he had when I was younger and lived till there was a large fire and he sacrificed him self so that some others could get away safety. It was during one of our festivals, and a fire got out of control and everyone starting dealing with it putting it out but the fire suddenly exploded outward and he jumped in front of some people and took the hit. He saved a woman and a child if that helps. After he recovered from his illness he started to work out and take better care of himself that was why he could still jump by that age in case that confused you" as he then was tug by the other woman, Soren. Zane then said "Alright, lets get going we got a lot of ground still needing to cover. We our heading to the twin peaks for the new century celebration. Circey you are welcome to come with us if you wish or head to the main camp. It is not far behind us. Since we headed down this way so that our main camp was closer to the twin peaks so that when the group that did head to it, we would not have a week journey on us, only a couple of days and it kind of a custom since we travel around we usually get down in this area due to the festival. Then make our way back up our land, then head back when it is getting near to the next festival" as they would start walking again. While walking Zane mention to Soren "You have one now" not saying nothing else so the others would not know what he was talking about since most people would be embarrassed to say they did not have no freinds and tell complete strangers. At another point he mentions to Circey "So do you plan on coming back to the air clan now that you have been out wondering for so long? Not to be rude but I am not sure if you really are not a outcast if you been gone for so long. That got to be a least 15+ years of being gone" |
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| Juicesir | June 20, 2011, 8:09 am Post #32 |
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"Anxious Ky?" Ash had spotted the fire letting loose upon the hilltops. Few others of the Clan would seek out such solitude to practice like Ky did. Frumasteinn in tow, she had headed up the hill on approach to Ky. She watched the man who was so close to her sister. Ash had always thought that Ky would have better belonged in the Water Clan with Kaelyn than here with her. But such things were not left up to her to decide, and thus Ky was of Fire. "I would be pleased if you accompanied me to the celebration. I'm in need of further escort, and I assume you would very much like to see my sister, yes?" Ash didn't like wasting time with pleasantries and the like. Many in the world had frivolousness to waste on such things, but not Ash. Always to the point, never with the reserve. It was necessary. "Well if you're done throwing fire at the sun, we can be on our way. It's a long walk to the celebrations." Ash turned without waiting to see whether or not he would follow because the answer was obvious: he would. Ky wouldn't pass up such an opportunity to see his sister or to travel with the Fire Master herself. There were perks to being at the head of the Clan and flaunting title. It was just a matter of when to do so. Setting off down the hillside with Frumasteinn, she thought on the coming festivities with a quiet eagerness such as when she greeted the new sun in the morning. This would be a great time for all involved, and she could not wait to see how such events would play out. |
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| Deleted User | June 20, 2011, 8:42 am Post #33 |
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Anxious? He thought to himself. "Anxious indeed, My Lady" he replied respectfully to Ash. And quickly as she made her way to his little hillside, there she was, yet gone the moment she stepped foot on the hill. Ky knew the Fire Master didn't like to wait, nor be waited upon on. So as soon as she made it clear that she wanted Ky to travel alongside her to the celebration, Ky couldn't ask for a more better way to go. Besides, she's Kaelyn's sister, and he knew that his ticket to even get close to Kaelyn was Ash. You could say the three of them go back a long way, but they were friends in the best way possible. As soon as Ash reached the bottom of the hill and back to the road. Ky quickly jumped down with ease, his natural agility coming into play and walked alongside Ash and soon, they would soon be on their way to the Twin Peaks. Ky also saw that Frumasteinn was with them also. The Fire Master and her two most trusted officers you might say. And with the trio there, the shouldn't be any problems getting to Twin Peaks neither. But there was something off about Frumasteinn, he seemed rather tense than usual, as he examined the red haired man. "What's the matter Frumasteinn? Something bugging you?" He asked, out of curiosity. |
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| Blue | June 21, 2011, 1:32 am Post #34 |
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“I have no doubt that you can make it more fun for me... In fact, I’m almost certain anyone could make eating more fun for me.” Sighed Dante, looking forward to the company, but certainly not the meal. “Yeah, let’s go.” She smiled, walking towards the Main Pueblo Area. As she approached, she wondered how the meeting of the Clans would go in a few days time. And suddenly, another question, though seemingly small and unimportant, came to the forefront of her mind. “By any chance would you know if any of these rumours about an oncoming war are true, Raja?” Anyone who would disturb the peace would certainly have to deal with the Wrath of the Four Elemental Clans of course, but at the same time, Dante wondered just how loyal the rest of the Clans were to the idea of peace that they so desperately wanted to maintain. “I know that we won’t start any trouble of course, but I do hope no one is stupid enough to mess this whole peaceful existence up.” She grinned with a hint of cheekiness. “However, I’m sure we’ll be just fi--.” But before she could finish the sentence, a rather stern voice interrupted her. Dante clenched her fist, turning around to yell at whoever interrupted her – it was just plain rude. But soon enough, she realised who was addressing her, and stopped in her tracks. Three of the Earth Master’s bodyguards had suddenly appeared behind the pair. “Master Dante – we have an urgent message for you from your Advisors.” It was odd how they’d somehow just appeared, but regardless, the Earth Master turned to find them all bowing low to her. The girl nearly rolled her eyes. Not this again... she thought. “Very well. What are the contents of the message?” She asked sternly, a frown now plaguing her face. The bodyguard in the middle spoke first. “Your Advisors asks that you begin your journey – should you choose to take it – to the Twin Peaks for the Anniversary of the Pact. As the current Earth Master, you should know better than most the conspiracies that would arise should you choose not to attend.” Dante nodded, knowing the seriousness of the situation was paramount. Sure, she would certainly not enjoy herself there, but it was for the good of their people, for the good of all the Clans, and for Peace. All of these reasons were more than enough to convince her a long time ago that if ever such a thing would occur while she was in charge, she would partake and play her part to the best of her ability. “Very well gentlemen. But did my Advisors give a reason as to why we’re leaving so early? We still have a few days until the celebration begins.” The bodyguard on the left was next to speak, utter respect in his tone. “Master Dante, they believe that traversing through the mountains is quite a perilous journey, and if taken lightly, could result in an unnecessary loss of life. They came to the conclusion that if you take your time, you and those you decide to take with you will be much safer.” The final part of that last sentence struck the Earth Master like a pebble to the back of her head. “Those I decide to take with me?” Finally, the third and last bodyguard spoke up. “The Advisors also requested that you bring the entirety of your Elite group of Bodyguards and one travelling companion at the very least.” Dante frowned even more at this; a travelling companion? To put the life of someone she knew in danger? It seemed rather risky, especially with all these rumours going around. She would need someone who could handle themselves in the case that something went horribly wrong. Someone she could trust as well as talk to. To be honest, family wasn’t an option on this one – there were very few members in that group she trusted, and even less than she could talk to. Turning back to face Raja, she saw the only person she’d ever really connected with – regardless of how little they’d actually talked. Raja was... interesting to say the least. Different, but in a good way. She was a person Dante could see herself around without becoming bored, annoyed or betrayed. “Let me ask you something, Earth Sister Raja.” The frown disappeared from her face as she spoke. “How would you like to accompany me to the Twin Peaks? I know that it could very well be dangerous, so I won’t force you to go. But to be honest, you’re one of the very few people I’ve ever even been able to talk to properly, from Human to Human, as two people. Despite the brevity of our acquaintanceship, I think you’d be a valuable asset for my group. What say you?” Edited by Blue, June 21, 2011, 3:47 am.
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| Wicked | June 21, 2011, 9:31 pm Post #35 |
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҉ Earth ҉ War had always been a subject of whispers and glances between people in the Earth clan, and even that of the Fire clan during Raja’s brief time with her family. That had been years ago and yet, the rumors lived strong and spread across the land like wildfire. It wasn’t a shock that Dante brought up the matter for discussion, even though it was something Raja never felt inclined to talk about. Her views on war were that they were as much of a nuisance as Dante found food to be, but sometimes necessary to send a message across when need be. However, this wasn’t a time to be sending a message through blood. The elements had lived a century now without a stirring of battle but the thought still bubbled in certain minds that one element was supreme to the others. While Raja had a biased opinion on the matter, coming from both Fire and Earth, she stayed mute when it came to picking sides. It was not her place to speak for the elements; only the Four could speak and when they made the Pact, they spoke loud and clear: that all elements were equal, as were humans. So, to Raja, this fight was silly and futile. “Rumors,” Raja finally spoke out, her voice calm as always, “are the source of all evil. I try not to pay them any mind, especially when they fall on the subject of war. Though, if I were in a higher standing such as yourself, I would keep an eye on those who say such things.” When Dante’s cluster of bodyguards made their presence known, Raja stayed where she was a few steps behind the Earth Master and observed the discussion at hand. It seemed odd to her how protected Dante was, when Raja was sure that the Master Elementalist could handle her own battles well. Still, it was not the redhead’s place to speak on the matter and so, she stayed silent in the background as the leader of her clan spoke with her bodyguards of traveling to Twin Peaks, which peaked Raja’s interest. She was to be heading there by dawn tomorrow- if not sooner- and so the idea of being in Dante’s presence once again intrigued the elementalist. It seemed their brief encounter would continue at the festivities later on, then, if Dante were to leave as soon as her Advisors suggested. As well, the reason for sooner rather than later travel persuaded Raja to move up her leave to before nightfall that day, if the path she was to take was as perilous as the bodyguards mentioned. The mentioning of Raja’s name pulled her out of her calculations and back into the present. She had missed something, apparently, since now Dante was presenting an offer for Raja to accompany the Earth Master on her travels to Twin Peaks. It caught Raja slightly off-guard, which was hard to do. She was silent as Dante continued to explain her reasons for inviting the woman, weighing the pros and cons of taking up the leader’s request. It would be wrong, possibly even rude, to deny the invite since Raja was going to be heading to the celebration anyways, though for other reasons entirely, and possibly even the same route through the mountains. However, if she did go with Dante, other people would surround her and though the Earth Master’s company wasn’t as painful as others, Raja was not inclined to make conversation with others, if she could help it. “Well, I must say the invite is, on one hand, strange due to our brief acquaintanceship, but on the other hand it is also both convenient and kind. I was planning on heading to Twin Peaks by myself but now that you’ve asked, I would be glad to go with your group.” Now that it was out in the open, there was no way for Raja to take it back. Though, Raja felt hopeful that she would enjoy the travels, even if it was with a group of strangers. Edited by Wicked, June 21, 2011, 9:33 pm.
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| Akina Anmutig | June 21, 2011, 10:11 pm Post #36 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ The people in town seemed to be so involved with their work that hardly anyone could be bothered to even give Awari a second glance. She frowned. This wasn't any fun. Perhaps she was better off back at home. Besides, her wrists had stopped complaining, so maybe now she could finish her painting. She turned on a heel and started back home, playing with her orb of water along the way. As she walked, a thought crossed her mind. While she had it, she may as well attempt to make her ball of water turn into some of the shapes she had seen in town. However, she wasn't necessarily good at this sort of thing. Painting was more her forte, but that didn't mean she never used her Elemental connection. She twirled her hands around the water orb, making it contort and stretch into strange shapes, but try as she may, she just couldn't get it to make anything specific. She sighed. Oh well. Perhaps her painting would turn out better. As she neared the shore, she stopped and gave her little friend one last look and smiled. "Thanks for the company," she said before tossing the ball of water up and into the shore, where it hit the water with a loud splash. Finally, she turned and walked up to the front porch of her home and leaned on the railing, looking out toward the sea. Soon, she should make the trip to Twin Peaks. Perhaps tomorrow. As dangerous of a trip as it was, she was eager to get going. But first... Awari stepped inside her home and gathered her painting materials, setting them out where they were earlier. Then she set her work in progress back on its stand, got her favorite paintbrush, and continued working. The image she was working for was already set in her mind, and was starting to come to life on her canvas. With any luck, she could finish this before she left. |
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| Myriad | June 22, 2011, 4:24 am Post #37 |
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Arram learned patience early on in his life. Even before he left Fire Clan, Arram had been forced to wait until everyone else had eaten before he was allowed the table scraps. He had to endure his father's lectures and rampages about how Arram was 'defiling the Fire Clan' and how he was no good to anyone and should be publicly executed for his lack of ability. Arram had learned how to control his emotions, which would only have gotten him further into trouble with his explosive father, and learned how to wait. After his forced exile, Arram learned patience again. The patience to sit for hours waiting for prey or predator to pass, and the forced patience when clansmen came blundering into wherever he had been. Arram knew that to be discovered by those of the clans would spell certain death for him, an outcast. Patience, even in the face of danger, fear, and excitement, was what allowed Arram to wait for so long for this day. Arram had the patience of the spider, and he had spun his web. All he had to do was wait for the fly to stumble into his trap. Edited by Myriad, June 22, 2011, 4:25 am.
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| psy | June 22, 2011, 10:19 pm Post #38 |
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Brooke & Cyril, p. 1 The lesson progressed with little more by way of interruptions after the water master, Brooke, had moved along to her home further in the village. For the most part the students took their time in constructing the orb the second and third time after sloppily assembling the first. It stood to reason since the first attempt was always going to be sloppy without any previous experience to go on. Yet at the same time Cyril was disappointed that a few of the students showed so little judgement and feel for the water. That was something they would have to work on in future lessons as they would only get tougher from here. A small handful of the students unsurprisingly performed exceptionally. Those being the ones that noticed the water master pass by. As was often the case students performed far above expectations when noticing that someone they admired was watching them. This was another reason why Cyril was so sought after to teach. Because while strict his abilities were universally recognized and often admired. In the same vein that is why he always made himself an example, having noticed a significant improvement some years ago. At the same time though a few of the students struggled with the lesson. As most of the students moved on to their second and third orbs after being tapped by Cyril the struggling ones could simply not form an orb of the proper size. At this point in the lesson the students' wills naturally started to falter and their stamina waned. Controlling even a small amount of water for them was taxing to say the least and required all of their concentration. This was truly a test of many layers for them. The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into another hour before the majority of the students had completed the task. Now there were only three students left, two who were working tirelessly on their third orbs and the layabout who could not even form his first. The two finished soon enough and echoed each other's sigh of relief as Cyril tapped them both in turn. They left the site with tired minds but smiling faces, knowing that they succeeded, if only just, at one of his lessons. Once the two of them had returned to the village square Cyril shifted his judging gaze to the layabout who was desperately drawing water from the bowl to form the properly sized orb. Cyril watched for a time, seeing the staunch determination in the boy's face, but eventually the swirling orb dropped to the ground and the boy slumped over the wet grass at his knees. The layabout panted and was kept up by only the palms of his hands. “If you find my lessons too difficult you should switch instructors, Christopher. They won't be getting any easier.” Cyril recommended frankly to the struggling student. The layabout gulped back a mouthful of saliva it appeared before finally responding while still staring at the ground. “No. I'm gonna catch up. You're not that tough.” he said with nigh unshakable pride. “Then go home and practice this lesson until you can do it flawlessly, and then practice doing it flawlessly until it becomes trivial. Understand?” The layabout nodded meekly yet with resolve and understanding before shakily getting up to his feet and walking off in the direction of his home, empty bowl in hand. Cyril watched him disappear into the crowds of people setting up the festivities. The lesson had gone on longer than he wanted and Brooke could be anywhere at this point. But knowing Brooke as well as he did, she was either helping with the setting up or mulling over the gathering of the clans at Twin Peaks. Cyril thought the latter was probably more likely as Brooke had not exactly leaded for a terribly long time and the meeting was definitely weighing heavily on her being that the day was so close. There was no doubt in his mind that she would want at least one advisor there as something of a security blanket considering the growing disagreements between the clans. As he made his way through the crowds of people he considered that she was most likely going to ask him to come. The two of them were close in age, and she knew that he had all the patience in the world for such important matters. It was either him or the few older advisors, many of which had also advised her mother long before Cyril. And when Brooke's mother, the previous master, passed away Cyril had taken the opportunity to become close with the new master in order to secure both his research and position as an advisor despite his relatively young age. Weaving through the crowds without much difficulty, and turning down any requests from fountain builders, landed him in front of her door rather quickly. It helped that he knew the village like the back of his hand, like any adult villager would. Cyril raised a loose fist to the middle of the door and gently knocked three times against the bleached wood. “Brooke, are you in?” he asked immediately after knocking, more so for her to recognize that it was indeed him at the door.
Cyril met her warm smile with the same apathetic expression that he showed most of the time and, as she stepped aside, took a purposeful stride into the small home. He took a seat himself immediately after she had taken her own out of traditional respect and gentlemanly instincts. While familiar with the home he never felt quite completely comfortable in a room that did not belong to him. It felt strange to be without his books and papers, his table and chairs and the various nicknacks that dotted his own abode. “They are ravenous when it comes to being excluded,” he said with cruel but factual humour as he took his seat across from her.
“You're nervous about Twin Peaks, aren't you,” he observed quite readily, “Understandably so, just as the others masters will no doubt be as well. With the ever growing dissent among the clans and the arguments between us and our neighbours it stands to reason.”
Cyril simply nodded in agreement with her, knowing from past experience that she would continue to speak at length. It seemed that in order to be an Elemental Master you had to make speaking some sort of an art form. Even more so than a teacher and an advisor.
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| psy | June 22, 2011, 10:20 pm Post #39 |
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Brooke & Cyril, p. 2 “If they even want to reach an understanding, that is. The old generation wishes for the clans to remain as separate as they were decades ago. But both you and I know that that is impossible,” Cyril said with that same knowing look she had seen so many times before. That serious, contemplative look that made him appear that much more knowledgeable. “You needn't say another word to convince me, Brooke. The mannered poise which your title demands isn't necessary with me, you know that. The currents may have placed us in positions of stature but we're still friends at the end of the day, so of course I'll attend Twin Peaks.” What appeared after his acceptance of her offer was something seldom seen by the people of the water clan, a small but genuine smile. A remnant of his childhood when he would laugh and play like any of the other children. So it had become something he only really shared with those he had grew up with. Memories of he and his peers, which included the younger Brooke, practising their elemental powers by the ocean flooded his mind briefly. The past was the past though, and now he and Brooke and those other children were adults with responsibilities. Some far more important than others.
Cyril slid the chair back and got to his feet once more. In the same instant another knock came at the door, a feeble knock followed by the quiet bickering of old men. The hounds had finally had enough of the private meeting between the privileged young advisor and the elemental master it seemed. Cyril's eyes darted to the door and then shifted back to Brooke. His composure had returned and he looked as serious and rigid as ever. “We leave at dawn then,” he stated matter-of-factly loud enough so that the hounds would no doubt hear the proclamation. He lowered his voice and spoke only to Brooke, “Try not to let the hounds convince you otherwise. They'll make up any number of excuses to leave later in the day, broken hips and whatnot.” Cyril's eyes returned to the door and with a couple purposeful strides he came close enough to hear the bickering in full. “You mean to say Cyril is in there alone with Brooke? How dare he!” prosecuted one of the hounds. “This is not some child's love affair, this is the gathering of the clans. We should all be in there.” another stated with full intent on rumour mongering it seemed. “If you old warts stand there and bicker all day you'll lose your voices, then what good will you be?! You're hardly good for anything already!” came the voice of reason in the form of a shouting elderly female. Cyril opened the door and looked down upon the three or four old men that were cluttering the space just outside the door. He shot each of them a sharp, patronizing glare. These men knew not how their positions worked. They were advisors by virtue of being past advisors. In their old age their mental state had deteriorated and they were little more than ornaments of the past generation to Cyril. In that sense he could not help but feel above them in some small way. “Listen to Grandma Toppa, peers, for she is truly the wisest among us.” he lectured, giving the elderly woman a small nod of thanks. “You are welcome into the home if Brooke will allow it. Our meeting is concluded, and you'll be happy to know your wild accusations are simply delusions of the mind. Good day, sirs.” With that said Cyril pushed his way past the gathering of hounds and started on his way back to his home. Again he made good time as he fully intended on ignoring any requests. His mind was in another place, Twin Peaks. They would soon leave for the mountains between all the clans. There he would be recognized as an invited advisor. One fit to speak among the masters. “To think so highly of being privileged to speak among youth. Heh.” he muttered to himself as he drew close to his own home. Edited by psy, June 23, 2011, 2:15 am.
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| Everlasting Nirvana | June 24, 2011, 1:42 am Post #40 |
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"Died saving some people did he? He was always a illogical fool who couldnt think for himself." The words were said in a matter of fact tone without a hint of anger in them. She had been alone for such a long time that she had forgotten any connection emotional or otherwise with any other human being. To say that she did have an emotional connection with anyone was absurd. The very idea was illogical in the very least. She embodied the air clan personality to the t. Her father had just been the man that raised her and no love or joy was shared between them. "Now it seems as if we must be going. Would you mind if I relieved myself of my pack and placed it on one of your pack horses? I have carried it for a long time now, and my back is not what is used to be." There had been no hint of respect in her voice towards the current Air Master and it was quite noticable that she had left out his honorific. She saw no reason to address him as so. He had not proved to her that he was worthy of the position and until such time she deemed worthy he was her equal. |
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| Blue | June 24, 2011, 4:31 am Post #41 |
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"Excellent." smiled Dante, glad to have at least one travelling companion. Her plan had never been to take a large group of people anyway - it didn't dictate her style very well, nor the style of the Earth Clan to be completely honest. Just her bodyguards, one advisor, Raja and herself would be enough of a group. The Elemental Master turned back to her bodyguards. "Are we all ready to go then?" "Yes Dante." came the reply from all three of the bodyguards. "Good. Let's go." TIME SKIP OF DOOOOOOM!!! After a few days of dangerous traverse through the mountainous ranges of the Clan's territories, the Earth Party would soon be arriving at the festivities at the Twin Peaks. Nerves were already beginning to rise within Dante’s stomach – a lot of people were going to be there. This would be her first visit to such a celebration. And then came the thoughts of all the disgusting food, and those who would be devouring it. The Earth Master began to feel light-headed, taking deep breaths she walked on. “I do hope that there is some form of formality in this celebration.” She frowned. “I didn’t come here to get drunk or eat like a pig. In fact, I don’t think I came to watch people do it either...” Suddenly, the echoes of music made themselves known – it was clear now how very close they were. One of the bodyguards spoke up, his tone rocky and full of stone. “We should be arriving in no less than fifteen minutes Dante. Remember that this is for the good of Peace amongst the Clans.” Everything fell silent after that, though inside her own head, the Master was screaming the words: “WELL DUUUUUH!!! THAT IS PRECISELY THE REASON I’M ATTENDING, FOOL!” But instead of saying such things out loud, a sharp, frustrated exhale was all Dante would mount for a reply. Looking across to Raja, her gaze turned inquisitive. “So Raja, what do you hope to do while you’re here..?” ((Apologies for shortness. Just waiting for the big event to happen. lol)) |
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| Wicked | June 24, 2011, 11:18 pm Post #42 |
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҉ Earth ҉ [Insert time skip here] Between the guards that hovered and the adviser who couldn’t help but stare at Raja’s red hair, she’d found herself either in Dante’s company or trailing behind the group during the mountainous travel in order to keep herself sane. She had spent her time either nodding along and, sometimes, contributing to the conversations Dante attempted to have with Raja. It was a brilliant effort and Raja had tried her best to accommodate the Earth clan leader as best she could, though her silent nature usually triumphed. Her eyes would wander to the curves of the luscious curves of the mountains and the ice caps that could be seen far above their heads on a select few of the peaks. All the while, Raja’s mind went over what exactly she was going to do once she arrived at Twin Peaks. Every time she came up with a strategy, she scrapped it. Her stomach coiled and her heart stopped for a few paces when Raja even thought about looking for her mother within the masses, only to probably not even find the woman. It was a futile attempt but Raja was still going to attempt the mission, in order to find peace. If anything, she hoped to find someone with knowledge of her mother’s whereabouts, along with her father’s. The sounds of celebration leaked into Raja’s sensitive ears and she knew, before the guards spoke, that they were nearing the valley. It was evident from the towering Twin Peaks. The two twins rose above the group in the near distance to a massive altitude, past the clouds, and made it seem as if they could touch the stars. The edge of Raja’s lips curved upward at the sight of the mysterious mountains, the one true wonder of New Earth. And, for a second, Raja didn’t feel the stress that had been boiling underneath the surface. That was, of course, until Dante’s question pierced through the fabricated calm. Raja glanced over at Dante, the small and barely noticeable smile falling in milliseconds. “Well, I intend on meeting someone here,” was all Raja could manage to say smoothly, before her eyes went back to the distant view of people coming together for the Anniversary. There would be many faces for Raja to search through, some happy and others unsure as to why they bothered coming. There was surely to be a few moments of tension; People of opposite clans would clash momentarily, only to shake it off and continue the celebration. People here were trying to get past the stark differences that had caused them to divide so long ago. It was unsure whether this experiment would be a success but all who were attending could only hope it would. The Earth group continued their way towards the valley, the sounds becoming louder and more distinct. There were people laughing, conversing, and then there were those who were performers: dancing, singing, and playing music while all performed with the use of their element in some shape or form. On the surface, it seemed that all was going quite well so far. Success, said the smiles of people as they bonded with those of other elements. Success. ҉ Water ҉ The hounds shuffled behind Brooke, some even deciding to sit with the tents and luggage within the cart that was being hauled by two mules. Several had stayed home out of spite for travel, and unspoken spite for the gathering altogether, but a few had decided to come along with the Water Master, either out of curiosity or to seek out any hostility that would, as they say, “permeate” through their auras. Toppa was one of the few elders that Brooke was glad had chosen to come along with her on the trip to Twin Peaks, her decision announced that day after Brooke had met with Cyril, as a way to shut up the bickering fools who complained of Cyril’s influence on the Water clan leader’s decisions. Her bold outcry over the hounds had made Brooke smile as the old lady had chastised the others for not taking action to prevent such “accusations” and, thus, took action for them; though, in truth, Toppa could care less about the rumors of Cyril’s influence. The elder lady progressed towards Brooke, leaves crinkling under her feet as she left the begrudged hounds in the dust. “Almost there, Brooke,” Toppa announced with a smile, eyes watching for the elementalist’s reaction. She was not disappointed. Brooke bit down on her bottom lip, hiding the nervous grin that was threatening to reveal itself without forceful interception. During the previous days of trekking, Brooke’s stomach butterflies had increased ten-fold. She had helped with the development of this gathering at Twin Peaks and she didn’t want to mess up, even in the slightest. Whispers of the hounds had peeved the Water Master over the passing days and were slowly nibbling their way into her thought process. What if the other clans did react with hostility? But, Brooke couldn’t allow her brain to think that way, and she automatically rebutted her own argument. The clans wouldn’t be there if they wanted to remain hostile at all costs. If anything, they were looking to assure the safety of their clan as well, which made Brooke’s job that much easier to execute. “Yes, I’ve been watching the mountains as they slowly make their presence known. The Twin Peaks are, if anything, quite a sight to see. I’m sure it’s pronounced existence helped with breaking the ice and starting conversation with those who are at the gathering,” Brooke mused in return to Toppa’s comment. The adviser nodded, steering her eyes in the same direction as Brooke’s gaze. The valley was only five minutes away, if even that, and it took all of Brooke’s energy not to sprint into a full out run. Instead, she looked back at the group she’d brought along with her, every one of the dozen or so allowed to come by free invitation to the entire clan. Bypassing the grumps, Brooke locked in on Cyril, who she was also glad to know had come along on the adventure. She gave a smile as a way of letting him know they were close. The sounds, though, were enough to tell the entire group that they were nearing in on the festivities. The trees blocked any visual on the valley, but soon their branches would part and reveal the splendor of the meeting of a century. |
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| Juicesir | June 25, 2011, 1:15 am Post #43 |
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TIME SKIP Between the ceaseless ramblings and inquisitions of Ky towards Frum and the amount of time it took to wade through crowds and traffic on their way to the Twin Peaks, Ash had developed a bit of a simmering temper. When Ash got angry, Ash got quiet. And you didn't want to make Ash loud after she had gotten quiet for a while because then suddenly the dormant little molehill of a woman before you quickly transformed into a raging explosive volcano of destruction. This wasn't so much patience as bottling it all up, but for Ash they were both the same. Emotions to often controlled those of Fire, and Ash had since trained herself to be the paradigm of calm. But she did have breaking points. And today she was dangerously close to an eruption. They were through the gates and the Twin Peaks lay before their small party. They were a geological marvel and apparently had been formed when New Earth came together from the pieces of old it had been. Ash recalled somewhere that the pieces had been called continents. She wondered what the world back then would be like as she gazed upon majesty of the mountains. This new world could use some work, she pondered. This was a fact she had known for a long time. The clan structures could not survive their differences. And it was precisely for this reason, for that hope of solving such differences, which she came here today. The days of people assuming she was a mere figurehead were long behind her. She had proven her worth and dedication to change. Now was a time to enact it. They arrived at the camp of the Fire Clan. Entering into the midst of clansmen, she was greeted with the ceremonial arm gesture. She nodded continually at all of the patrons. Such pointless traditions, she mused. This facade was pathetic, and she hurried to get through the many people there to her tent. Finally arriving at the her unnecessarily large and grand tent, she entered it into warmth and comfort. "Ky, Frum, I need you to stay here. I have a meeting with one of the other clans I must attend to. I will call you as needed." With a slight bow of acknowledgement to them both, she hurried again out one of the back entrances and, throwing up her hood, she passed through the noisy crowds unnoticed, speeding along to her meeting. |
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| psy | June 26, 2011, 3:56 am Post #44 |
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Cyril Throughout the entire journey Cyril was cursed with having the elder hounds at his ankles. Being this far from the ocean was uncomfortable enough. Having the only water around be that which was in the air, the day's dew left over from dawn and a few low lying pools from recent rains. Despite still being in water clan territory this was not his favourite environment to be in. The coast was his home just as it was to most in the village, and that homesick feeling was starting to set in after the week long journey. Around this narrow part of the water clan their had always been little civilization. The land was bordered by the southern and eastern rivers that flowed out from the grand mountains that were barely visible from underneath the thick canopy. Though as they had grown closer to the valley the treeline had thinned considerably from how it was just beyond the coast. They would soon be within the valley where the celebration they could hear over the splashing river water and animal life would be visible. The cheering, playing and shouting grew in volume with each step towards the valley. The narrow road they walked along was the final stretch of the path to Twin Peaks. The water clan had never been one for proper roadways, preferring the openness of the land, but this was poor even by their standards. The roadway was more or less a dirt path with twigs and branches all along it, with animals scurrying across every second of the day. A fitting metaphor for the connectedness of the clans, or the lack thereof. “Cyril,” came the voice of a still old, but younger hound than most behind him, “How far do you think we are from the valley?” the hound asked like a refined child growing tired from the day's journey. “It won't be long now, Elder Rivell, we'll be there before your stomach growls for dinner.” Cyril responded halfheartedly. In truth, even he was tired from the journey, and the road was certainly not helping that. “Oh, but Cyril, my stomach has been growling since we turned onto the land bridge.” the man complained. Cyril turned his head back and caught the depressed frown of not only Rivell, but the other hounds walking near him. He sighed at the lot of them for being so vocal about their discomfort. For a moment he paid them no further attention, and when his head turned forward again he saw the excited smile of Brooke who was looking back at him. He nodded understandingly and lifted his chin, an aura of importance permeated the air around him, more so than usual. “Rather than complain about the journey, put your energy towards reaching the valley quicker. If you're hungry chew on a bit of blubber.” he lectured. Many of the old men reached into their travel packs and begrudgingly lifted a small package of seal blubber. They chewed on the thick piece of fat with perhaps the least excitement possible. Like anything commonly found blubber was a very boring choice of food for them, and much of the clan. Cyril saw it in their eyes with that previous passing glance, like himself they craved a platter of proper shellfish freshly caught by a water clan fisherman. The difference being that they were vocal about their wants, showing no self control in that regard. “Oh beloved spirit of water deliver us a bounty of crab, lobster, squid and shrimp before my stomach eats me out of spite.” one of the men prayed with stark indignation. “Our element would sooner drown you out of spite for such a selfish prayer.” Cyril remarked both in jest and in sheer annoyance. “Did he just say shellfish? Oh please tell me he said shellfish.” another hound spoke, mishearing selfish as shellfish. Cyril simply shook his head and trudged onwards towards the valley with his army of childlike elders close behind. Edited by psy, June 26, 2011, 3:56 am.
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| Myriad | June 26, 2011, 4:02 am Post #45 |
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Murder is not always simple. Some times your target it just incredibly lucky, or sometimes just really hard to find. At times, the necessary plans are complicated and require precise timing. But sometimes, Death wants the same person dead that you do, and changes the dice. The plan was simple, but also decidedly rash and risky. Arram stood a short distance from the tree line, between the oncoming water clan and the gathering. Dressed in stolen Air clan robes, Arram could have been a welcoming party. Little in his appearance would trigger a warning, as his hair was cut and clean, beard trimmed and he'd actually bathed with some effort recently. Arram raised his hand in greeting, smiled and beckoned the oncoming Water clan forward. As members passed, he kept his gaze on the Water Master, and when she was in range, Arram struck. The bone dagger flew across the distance between Arram and the Water Master. Edited by Myriad, June 28, 2011, 3:42 am.
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| Wicked | June 28, 2011, 8:37 pm Post #46 |
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҉ Water ҉ Pain; It permeated throughout the Water elementalist’s body as something sharp dug into Brooke’s abdomen from behind. Immediately, she stopped walking; the welcoming smile fell from her face as her mouth fell open as if to call out, only for short, foul gasps to escape her throat. Toppa, who still stood by the Water clan’s leader turned her gaze from a dancing elementalist who had also glimpsed the sudden change in Brooke’s demeanor, and to the Water Master. She instantly realized that something was wrong and, as Brooke’s arm attempted to move and grasp at whatever was sending lightening shocks throughout her body, Toppa grabbed at her. “Help! Someone, a healer, someone! She’s been stabbed,” Toppa called out, her voice resonating throughout the valley. Brooke’s legs gave out beneath her, the wound sending her into a shock that gave her body away to paralysis. It didn’t make sense to her, nothing was making sense. Toppa’s loud voice seemed to ghost over Brooke, never really hitting her ears, as her eyes tried to see what had hit her, who had hit her, why she had been hit. One moment, the entire valley had been filled with laughter and the sounds of clans finally coming together. The next, it was overflowing with chaos as people panicked from the sudden attack. Water clan members, who had been around Brooke at the moment of attack, turned to see the “welcoming” committee member who had been behind them. Accusations flew and a few members advanced towards the apparent Air clan member who they suspected to have thrown the dagger. An Air clan member, a few people cried out or whispered to one another, as they began to develop suspicions. Conspiracy, Threat, War, were only a few words that were being thrown around just as dangerously as the dagger that was slowly bleeding Brooke out. “Brooke, Brooke! Stay with me. Look at me. Brooke,” Toppa beaconed in hopes of keeping the young Master conscious. But, the pain; the scorching pain was making Brooke choke on her own breath, on the blood surfacing in her throat. The wound area began to develop an unwanted stench of infection. A fire was raging inside her body and the more Toppa urged Brooke to stay with eyes open, the more Brooke couldn’t do it. Her eyelids drifted downwards and as her eyes closed, the sounds faded away. Peace; It flooded over her suddenly, and welcomingly. ҉ Earth ҉ The group had finally arrived at the valley and Raja’s eyes scanned the many faces for one that would rekindle old memories. It was as if her head were underwater, the sounds of the festivities and that of the rest of the earth clan were muffled into a quiet background hum as she searched for her mother’s face among the crowd. Raja tried to remain as calm and collected as usual but a sudden sense of urgency came over her; her hands were held together, fingers clenching at the others and causing her knuckles to go white with anticipation. Suddenly, red hair flashed before Raja’s view; Green, warm eyes and a heart-shaped face in a flood of other Fire clan members. Her breath caught and, as if pulled by an imaginary string that attached her to her mother, Raja walked off into the blob of people in order to recover the face she had just spotted; her mother was here. Of course, that implied that her father may be around somewhere but Raja was not thinking about that at the moment. Her lips lifted all the way and a smile radiated her face. Her mother was alive. She was alive, and here! She hadn’t changed over the years, Raja realized, and hoped that her mother would recognize her and welcome her back with open arms, as she always did before. What would she say when she found her within the masses? “Hello”? She had no idea what the next step was, except to keep putting a foot forward. Soon, Raja was closing in on the Fire clan group and her mother’s face shown like a lighthouse at the center, calling Raja forward. She was almost there, and Raja’s arm unconsciously began to reach out for her home, her lifeline. Once she was face to face with her mother, all would become clear- Raja simply knew this to be so. She would be at one with herself and finally be able to move on with life. Just a few more inches. And then, all hell broke loose. “Assassination of the Water Master!” These words came slamming into Raja’s face, and with that people began to scatter and withdraw from discussions with others. Panic swept the Fire clan group away from Raja’s grasp and her mother’s face disappeared from view. Raja turned, for once cursing underneath her breath, when a suddenly different but still familiar face came into view: Sebastian, her father. His eyes widened at the sight of his daughter and a eerie smile curled his lips. Raja’s own smile had fallen when her mother had disappeared from view, and now it sunk even further. He had changed over the years, a scar contorting the right side of his face and Raja was able to assume that it had been from the fire when she had left, since the scar dripped down from his face and down the right side of his throat and beneath his clothing, all the way down to his hand, which was reaching out towards Raja. She slapped it away automatically and made a break for it, running into the chaotic masses. |
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| Akina Anmutig | June 29, 2011, 5:50 am Post #47 |
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Awari Sarija At long last, it was finally here! Awari had waited so long for this day to arrive, and finally, after weeks of preparation and what seemed like an eternity of travel, she was here in Twin Peaks! As she neared the site of the Anniversary, the young Elementalist's pace picked up, despite being a little fatigued from the journey here. A wide grin appeared on her face, her brisk walk quickening to a jog, and then to a fast run. She couldn't wait to get there. What sorts of people would she meet? What would she see? And most importantly, what kinds of festivities would there be? As she ran towards the festival, she caught sight of a man dressed in the attire typical of the Air clan. She returned his greeting with an energetic smile and wave, and continued on her way, until she finally saw what she was waiting to see for so long. The Anniversary's festival was even more brilliant than she'd imagined it. She stopped, taking a moment to take it all in, smiling so big her cheeks were starting to burn. Already, people from all four clans were mingling, talking and laughing amongst each other, and performances were being held with elaborate shows of singing, dancing, and element-manipulating. It was amazing! Awari took a step forward, aiming to go join the festivities, when something of another nature caught her attention. Cries for help echoed from behind her, and in her surprise, she turned around. What could possibly be the matter? Perhaps someone had fallen. But then she heard the gut-wrenching phrase, "she's been stabbed." Immediately, Awari ran to the site of the commotion, but then stopped when she saw Brooke in a heap on the ground, Toppa hovering over her, crying for help. Awari's mouth dropped open, and started to ask, "What..?" What happened? Who could have done this? Why would this happen now, of all times? As many questions as the young Elementalist had, she couldn't get her mouth, much less her mind, moving fast enough to ask them. For what seemed like several minutes, she stood there, shaking. She knew what was going on, but at the same time, she couldn't quite grasp the situation. More and more questions of why and how and who swam through her mind, but through all of it, only one of them managed to get itself out. "She's gonna be okay, right..?" she asked in a voice that was barely audible, even to herself. Despite her asking, she already knew the answer, and finally, the reality of the situation hit her, and it hit her with the force of a typhoon. She sank to her knees, still staring at the growing commotion, but now she could barely see through the tears that had welled up in her eyes. It was too much. With a single, loud cry, Awari clutched her ribs and started to cry in loud, hard sobs. |
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| Chaos Storm | June 30, 2011, 5:05 am Post #48 |
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Zane listen to the replies his new company gave, and then they moved on with their trip. Due to the new company he had the two outcasts that he picked up and chatting with them the trip took longer than he planned. But in a few days they arrived at the festival. Though it was clear Circey was not a outcast, but that is what he refereed her to since she been gone for so long, and she would remain one till she came back to the village and is welcome by the other clan members, till then she remains included as a outcast. He had the respect of his clan, thus her lack of it also made her a outcast. He simply had told her she could put her pack on the wagon. They were some of the first arriving members at the festival. They helped everyone set things up, and split ways with one another. Then the festival started and the music started to be heard, and more people started to arrive. Zane took the chance and went and set up some tents away from the festival area, about 30 minutes walking distant from the festival. He was not going to be one nor his clan to sleep at the festival, away from it he could see someone coming a head of time and defend him self if the need arose. However when he and some of the other clan members came back there was people looking at them saying something about the air clan was the one to murder the water clan master. Well Zane was surprised, but personally did not care. He had meet the water master before, and had a few talks with the girl, but he also had a grudge against her because he had asked her out before, admiring her dancing...and he was refused because due to him having control over his emotions and what he shows on his face, he could not be trusted and she knew he was quite manipulative. He hated to be refuse simply because of him "possibly" betraying her. You know it was one thing to be turn down for a bad quality but to be turn down for one of your strong points really hits you hard. He stayed away from women since. It was the one time he used some real emotions, and he got refused. So he simply kept to his clan's culture and kept it under control ever since. However that was a secret only himself and the water master her self knew, since he asked in private. Though if it ever was mention since she been attacked, the fact is he doubt anyone would be stupid enough to think that was enough reason for him to actually kill her. There was some other air members here, since his group was just the party of the air clan that wanted to join him on the trip. Just as other groups came with a group with their leader, other people from their clans did come to set up the festival separately from their leader. He simply sat down and had himself a drink. He did not know where the two outcasts that came with him went, but he currently was having a drink by his self. He had people pointing fingers at him, but he personally did not care. Though he was on guard in case some knuckle head gets a bright idea to attack him. However he was the type of person to play chess one could say and would not be used by some knuckle heard. He would simply find a way to use this to his advantage. On the other hand everyone was pointing a finger at him for the obvious reason. He had a black robe on that covered his entire body. He did have his hood down and was revealing his spiky white hair, and golden eyes. But even more notable was the air clan's symbol bright white on his black robe. Along with his weapon, the long pole on his back. At first glance one would obviously say he looked suspicious like he might had been the one to kill the water master. He yet to meet any of the other masters of the clans, due to the water master being the current oldest master in years of the position, second was himself, the others were even younger than him when it came to how long they all have been leader. So he only knew the water one, however it should not be too hard for the others to figure out he was the air clan leaders as he sure did look suspicious and at the very least not like the other air clan members that were there. Though he figure they all would had heard one rumor or two about him rather the fact he looks weak or his white hair which is not a common hair color for anyone. |
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Cyril Glancing back once more to make sure the elder hounds were not scowling and complaining any more, Cyril caught just a glimpse of a dagger-like bone whirling through the air towards Brooke. The bone was moving so rapidly that he did not even have time to blink before his lifelong training forced him to act. His body twisted around to partly face the assailant who appeared at a glance to be a member of the Air Clan. In that instant his mind raced in order to remember that person, the person who had attacked his clan. Cyril's hands moved from his waist to level with the bone knife rapidly, pulling water from the air as they ascended until beneath his hands was a thick swirling mass of water. The water flew out from his hands in the path of the bone knife. The water alone would not intercept the whirling blade and so Cyril worked desperately to solidify it into ice by slowing each imagined particle of water until it willed itself solid. Even he was not quick enough though and as soon as the dagger was absorbed into the nearly frozen floating water it burst through the other side and found its target. As the blade stuck itself inside Brooke a number of questions flooded Cyril's mind for a split second. Could he have froze the water faster? That was a definite yes, he was sure of that. Then why did he not do it faster? That was a question he could not yet answer. He had hesitated, and that was even more surprising than the attack. Why had he hesitated? The answer to that was lost to him, but as he looked back at Brooke he could feel as if fate wanted it this way. He had been waiting for something radical and completely unexpected like this to happen, to fuel the fire that would bring the world into a new age. Or at least he had considered the potential. As fast as the man had let loose the blade that had the potential to set the world on fire, he was gone. Disappeared into the nearby forest presumably. Cyril didn't even have time to counterattack though his now solid block of ice hung precariously in the air in front of the collapsed water master. His hands dropped to his sides and the ice returned to its former state and fell to the ground, forming a small puddle. His eyes darted from edge to edge, corner to corner as he scanned the immediate area in a panicked but precise manner. Most everyone else had either dropped to their knees to help the fallen Brooke or were weeping over her wounds. Someone had to take charge of the situation, someone had to demand justice for this transgression. Glancing back at the fallen master his mouth opened but seeing her like that stopped his words for the briefest moment. His throat bulged out as he gulped back a mouthful of saliva and with it the partial hatred he was feeling. Finally he found the words and spoke them with purpose to the clan, “The young and old will remain here to keep themselves and Brooke safe. Anyone able will split off in pairs and find the person who did this.” “You would risk the lives of others, Cyril?” one of the hounds, Rivell, spoke from behind clenched teeth. “Our beloved master has been injured, her wound is infected, and it may be fatal. Cowardice has no place in this situation. Look around, Rivell, look at yourself, I see your anger, your bloodlust.” “But to risk the lives of the others!” “Would you be the one to deny them, Rivell?” Cyril asked as he looked from face to face. They certainly appeared sad, but he saw hatred in their hearts, and his words were fuelling that. “Find him, but do not risk your own safety, and do not stray too far from here.” “And what of the air clan, Cyril? He wore their robes.” another hound, Matias, pointed out. “Anyone can steal and wear a robe, anyone can betray their clan. Yet still there are questions that must be answered. I saw the man's face before he fled, so I will be the one to question the Air Master.” The hounds seemed to accept the words, knowing that in some way Cyril was absolutely right. Though they hated admitting it, they all wanted blood for blood. Mostly the older women of the group clustered around Brooke and tended to her wounds. Nothing could penetrate that weeping wall now, not even the numerous members of other clans that were so struck with horror. Many of which surely just wanted to see the wound so they could continue to rumour monger. The growing crowd of those mongers were met with a harsh glare from Cyril, but yet they did not back off. Disregarding them, he pushed his way into the circle and crouched beside Toppa. “I'm sorry, I couldn't stop the knife in time,” he apologized softly and despairingly, “How is her wound? Will she recover?” “I-I don't know, Cyril. We've removed the knife but it stuck in so deeply...” Toppa started but had to stop to choke back tears, “The infection has spread so quickly too.” Cyril looked up from their spot at the edge of the festivities, peering once more at the growing crowd. “Take her from here to the prepared tent, and cover her with a spare robe for the time being. Don't let the children of any clan see her like this. I will do all I can there to save her.” he spoke quietly to those others around her. “Thank you, Cyril. I know how badly you want revenge.” Toppa spoke before covering and picking up Brooke with the help of a few others. It was like a funeral procession as the elders, children and Cyril of the water clan brought their master to the dyed blue and white tent on the outskirts of the festival area. People from other clans swarmed around them, but anyone who came too close was met with a sharp glare from the ever serious young advisor who walked behind the procession. Back at the site of the attack the young men of the clan who had hoped for a carefree few days of festivities grouped up and ran into the forests, looking desperately for the man who dared attack Brooke. |
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| Juicesir | July 4, 2011, 7:11 pm Post #50 |
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Whispers. Accusations. Tensions. Hatred. It was like suddenly everyone was burning with the same fiery passion every Fire Clansmen carried. Something was wrong. "Excuse me," she passed by two wandering Water Clan who looked very upset, "but has something happened?" "Our m-m-master," the woman stammered, "s-she was attacked by the Air Clan." Ash stopped in her tracks as the two passed onward. An interesting development, and certainly one that would not be good for relations. Ash wandered over to a tree to think. The Water Clan could be capricious and vindictive when they desired to do so. They were capable of much more violence than others might believe and if this transition was handled poorly then there would be a bought of violence not seen since the old times. The tree cast shadows over her thinking space as many moved about with the rumors already flying. The Air Master had personally ordered the attack. The Water Master was already dead. There'd been 2, no, 3 assassins. No one was quite sure. Nothing quite like fear to destroy what little semblance of understanding and willingness to think there had been. The Water Clan would turn to their old allies, the Earth Clan. With their trust in the Air Clan fractured, they would need someone to turn to. Which left Ash with a choice that needed to be made quickly: Water or Air? This is how she processed. It was never enough to stop at what was because that was the past. The future was a terrible place; that Ash knew. And the only way the Fire Clan would come out of this and still be able to make amends was to take a position of diplomacy. Everyone would be looking to the Water Clan now, but one clan's pain was not necessarily the pain of all. There would be blame for the Air Clan. There would be vengeance and hatred and a lack of desire to talk. Ash sighed. It seems like her choice had been made for her. __________________________________________________________________________ "Ky, Frum, follow me. We have no time to waste before catastrophe strikes us." Back at the tent she stopped in only long enough to gather her two compatriots. As she turned again to leave she began briefing them on what she knew, walking through her camp, trying to ignore the inquiries of the Fire Clansmen around her. "Master, what's going on?" "We heard the Water Clan was attacked." "Is everything alright?" "What are we going to do about the Air Clan?" The question came from somewhere within the crowd, somewhere Ash could not see. But it was the question she turned to answer. Part of this process would be to act with her clan, and they needed this now. "What we are going to do," she said announcing to the crowd at large, "is help them." Gasps, more fear, more rumors. Ash set about quashing them as soon as they had started. "What we are doing is trying to prevent war. What we are doing is rising up above our fiery past. We will be the ones to understand and talk. If we do not, then we are all doomed. I will have no talk of or rumors persist in this clan. You want the truth? You ask. No more lies, no more fighting. We stop this before it starts." Through the camps she wove until she came upon the Air Clan. Out of all the tension that flowed through the camps, here was there the most. She didn't bother hiding her progression through, she didn't stop she came upon a man. She marched up to one of the more respectable looking Air Clan members. "If you are the Air Master then we must speak. If not, then take me to your leader." Edited by Juicesir, July 4, 2011, 8:11 pm.
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