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| Elements Reborn IC; Elemental war; a roleplay of strategy, power, and manipulation (figurative/literal) | |
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| psy | July 24, 2011, 4:14 am Post #76 |
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Cyril It was cool here, but not cool like it had felt before. Rather it was a nice coolness, a nostalgic one that promised only good things. The coolness felt before was that of disaster, panic, and terrifying brutality. The cool wind that wrapped around like a welcoming blanket, reminiscent of the ocean breeze. No, it was the ocean breeze. The same ocean breeze that had been felt before. The same ocean breeze that blew over the same sand that fell between the smallest cracks like water. The breeze would pick up the sand and blow it uphill. Then it would roll downhill in a never ending cycle that left the shoreline exactly as it was the day, minute and second before. The same shoreline that met the sea at its shallowest border. The same shoreline that threatened to overtake the villages along it daily but never did. Why? Because the elements governed that it would not do so. But there was no village here. There were no buildings, no people, no paths, no carts, wagons, animals, or sounds of civilization. There was only the shore, the water and the grassy incline that was not quite a peninsula. To the left there was only sand and water, and to the right the same. There were no shells to speak of, which was strange, because there had always been shells. Were they washed away? Was everything washed away? This was home, but yet at the same time not. This was the place where he had grown, learned, played and practiced. This was the shore of the village that he and his clansmen and clanswomen had all known since birth. He. He was here as well. But why was he here? There was no answer to that, no one to answer and he himself did not know. He could see all these things but not himself, but he knew he was here and he knew where here was. But he did not know how he arrived here, nor why, nor where he had been before. Who was he? He did not know. “Cyril,” a soothing female voice called out to someone. But who? He was the only other one here so presumably he was Cyril. Who was she? “Cyril, wake up,” she ordered yet it did not sound like an order. Was he even asleep? Surely not if he was seeing and hearing this. “You must wake up, Cyril.” It sounded almost pleading. “Who are you?” he heard himself say but was it really his voice, was he the one that spoke? “You must not sleep any longer or you may die with the others,” she warned, seemingly ignoring his question. If she could even hear him that is. “The others?” he questioned. Who had died, why did they die, who were they? Brooke. The clans. The peaks. Ice hitting him. Being knocked unconscious. It all came back to him. At the same time a strong wind blew across the water and sent the water crashing against the shore immediately in front of him. Dark clouds shrouded the once blue sky and covered the shore and sea in darkness. Rain fell from the clouds and stirred up the water. And the wind continued to blow wave after wave against the sand. The land around him was being battered by the elements, just as it had been before he had fallen into his deep sleep. Strangely he was not alarmed yet his mind screamed at him to be. “Wake up.” Cyril opened his eyes to see that he was no longer where he had rested. A glance to his side told him that he was above the catastrophe that had occurred in the valley. He could see the hill where Zane had been so impetuous as to suggest he lead a council of the Clans. Near enough to it and past the wreckage of the Air Clan camp was the tree he had found shelter under and subsequently fell unconscious. Why was he alive? After all that had happened he should have died with the others. The others. Who all had died, what was the body count? That same calm that he had felt before washed over him again as he started to panic. The air, thick with the abnormal mist, had to be the cause. Just like the woman near him had to be the cause of his not dying. “Did you bring me up here? If so, thank you.” he said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, with the woman to his left and the destruction of the valley to his right. Strangely any injuries he surely would have had from such a fall had mended. “If you can point --” he stopped suddenly and clutched at his chest where the ice had struck him. Such a wound was not easily healed fully it seemed and continued to hamper his breathing. After a pause of a few seconds he continued, “-- me to the Water Clan refuge I would be eternally grateful. After all that has happened they will surely be lost without my sensibilities.” Edited by psy, July 24, 2011, 4:14 am.
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| Wicked | July 24, 2011, 7:26 pm Post #77 |
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҉ Earth ҉ Brown eyes scoured over the surrounding land like it was a brutalized victim of heinous crimes. Everywhere Raja looked, there was discord and damage. The valley itself was suffocating from the overflow of mud and ice. People carefully walked, knees deep in the rubble, as they searched for survivors of the disaster, using their elements to maneuver through the mud in whatever way they could. Earth users were somewhat in demand at the moment, along with Air members, who could push at the rubble with more ease than that of Fire or Water in order to look around for people, for anything. The mist hovered over everything, allowing them to search calmly, even in the face of some gruesome discoveries. Bodies were found, dead, within the layers of dirt while others seemed to miraculously survive, if only barely. People pulled at the arms, legs, any visible body part to release humans from their encasement and one by one, they were eased out of the ground and back to higher ground to be tended to, the mist showering over like a protective mother as they went. Among the dead was a member of the Fire clan, a roughened man who looked like he’d weathered more than one storm in his life, and one of the Air clan, a woman who had been with the leaders in their meeting upon the hill. These were only two faces out of the many that reached Raja’s eyes as she observed the aftermath. Many were in different stages of healing, thanks to the mist and assisting humans, and were sprawled upon the grass. One of the Fire Clan, whose glasses glinted for a moment with the reflection of the moon as the clouds began to dispatch, was comatose. A few suffered from similarly severe brain damage that left them in the middle of life and death, the mist the only thing keeping them from falling apart completely. Raja had a feeling that the person before her would suffer the same fate, and yet, as the mist dissipated after fulfilling its duty to those in the valley, he came to and spoke as if he hadn’t gone through hell and back. She looked over him, bewildered by the sudden recovery, and gave a small smile. “No thanks are needed. I don’t know if there really is a separation between clans at the moment but most people are either tending to the wounded further uphill or doing a search and rescue within the valley. I’m sure you’ll find Water members in either group,” Raja commented as she began to get up, her body recovering drastically from the exhaustion she had previously faced. And, to think, she was hearing voices! Maybe the mist had taken care of that as well? She was slightly perturbed by how quickly the mist in question had vanished and her eyes ran over the landscape once more in search of the mysterious colorful smoke, only to find that it was nowhere in sight. People who were laying down on the ground in recovery began to groan and sit up, rubbing their heads as if they’d had a bad night’s sleep. Meanwhile, the search and rescue group was beginning to search for the multiple clan campsites beneath the rubble, to see if anyone had become stuck within their tents. Little did they know that some, a mix of all clans within the group, would stumble upon a clue towards the assassination of Brooke of the Water clan. Raja’s attention turned once more to the person before her, and the tree that was a few feet behind him that groaned as if it were about to collapse from the pressure of the past radical episode. “Well, I’m going to try and help with what I can. Don’t do yourself any more harm,” Raja commented before leaving his side to go in search of what was really bothering her. Was her mother alive? Minding her step, Raja maneuvered her way through the ill and healing, eyes flashing over each face before her. None were strikingly familiar to her yet, and for a moment she grew hopeful of finding something that would otherwise be called wishful thinking. She had yet to see her mother, or father for that matter, wandering about in either the search and rescue or those tending to the needy. Where else could they possibly be? |
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| Akina Anmutig | July 26, 2011, 4:20 am Post #78 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ Awari felt as if she was flying. She drifted along in a clear, beautiful stream, the cool water lapping playfully at her skin as it carried her. She didn’t care where the water was taking her. Just floating along here gave her a feeling of total bliss. “Awari,” called a familiar voice. Familiar as it was, Awari couldn’t quite pin just who’s voice she was hearing. “Awari, my dear, wake up.” “Wake up?” Awari repeated. Wasn’t she already awake? This stream felt real enough. “What do you mean? Who are you?” “Please, my dear, you must wake up,” the voice begged. “But I…” “Please, wake up!” the voice’s tone was now more frantic, seemingly on the verge of tears. Awari couldn’t take it. If this voice wanted her to wake up so bad, then… The sounds that filled the now hot and stagnant air were muffled. She was stuck, curled into an uncomfortable ball that made her neck and legs sore. That’s right, she had been buried here by that avalanche, but she didn’t seem to be that far under. She struggled, pressing her shoulder against the rubble in attempts to loosen it. With some effort, surely she could just squirm her way out, but if worse came to worst the movement of the earth would attract attention. She didn’t want to be stuck down here for very much longer. It was hot and dark, plus she wanted to make sure the others were okay. Channeling all her strength into one motion, she rammed her elbow against the rocks, freeing her arm. Yes! That was all it’d taken after all. With her newly freed hand, she pushed the remaining rubble away and eagerly sat up, gasping for fresh air. Having escaped what could easily have been her nature-made grave, Awari took a moment to stretch, and then looked around. The calamity had ended for the most part, but its after-effects were everywhere. Some people were running along, frantically calling names, while others tended to the injured. All this activity, but she didn’t see a single face she’d recognized. Sapphire eyes scanned the area, looking for someone, anyone who she could identify by name. Suddenly, she caught sight of just that. Cyril was sitting nearby a tree, speaking with a woman clad in the signature colors of the Earth clan. Awari’s spirits lifted. “Cyril!” she called, springing up from her half-buried sitting position and starting to run. Unfortunately, running wasn’t exactly the best thing to do just after waking up. Her legs immediately gave out and she tumbled face-first into the ground, but quickly got back up. She maneuvered her way through the maze of people, her gaze flashing toward the Earth clan woman as she passed, until she neared Cyril’s position. “Are you okay? That avalanche didn’t hurt you too badly, did it?” Awari had to stop herself from bombarding him with questions. She knelt down next to him, grinning broadly. Never had she been this happy to see him. |
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| Juicesir | July 27, 2011, 8:50 pm Post #79 |
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A man stood before her, a man with all the familiarity of the past. His light skin was edged with scars and burns and he stood with a regal air. "Ash, you've made me proud." The man smiled, that always quiet smile of his. Ash could only stare at the man, fire scorching across the surroundings, blurring them from further vision with smoke and flame. "Seek your sister." The man looked sadly upon her, and as his eyes closed slowly a sharp blade suddenly protruded from his chest, blood exploding forth into the darkened and glowing night of their surroundings. "Father!" Ash cried out, but it was as if she was underwater, he voice carrying an eerie reverberation that echoed in her head. The blade burst into green flame, and her father burst into ashes, falling at her feet. She knelt down to scoop them up, but they sifted through her grasp. A dark face looked down upon her, grinning with menace and hatred. "FATHER!" Her eyes flew open and she sat up, screaming the word at the top of her lungs. Her voice cracked, her spine ached, and as she tried to sustain her sitting position she faltered and fell backwards onto a set of blankets. She writhed for a moment, her mind vigorously working through that which she had just seen. Was it some form of hallucination? A dream? A vision. She allowed her breathe to stabilize, her body to relax, and when she was ready, she opened her eyes again and leaned up, supporting her slim weight with her hands on the ground. The devastation surrounding her was incomprehensible in its absolution. The Twins above her were shattered, broken remnants of themselves. The grounds that were so recently filled with mirth and merriment, a celebration of their pact with the forces of the world, were now beyond broken, embroiled in a cracked and sullen hopelessness that clung to all people who were trying to lift themselves from the horror of what had occurred. At either side of her was her guard. Ky rested beneath a group of blankets as well, his face slightly scarred from the hit of a rock. All she could see of Frum was his hand, laying out from under the blanket folded over him, blood enveloping his wrist. So, this is the result of our transgressions here today. Ash sighed softly. She had not expected the elements themselves to feel in such a way the loss of the Water Master. She had terribly underestimated their connections here. She looked around and observed the Air Master overseeing a search and rescue effort. Lifting herself to her feet, she grasped at her sides. A sharp pain shot from her left leg across her chest, and a headache threatened to overtake her. She persevered, walking slowly towards the Air Master. "Have you found any other survivors? Or the other Masters?" She inquired sharply, desiring no digression from him onto other matters. Now was a time for assessment and recuperation. Edited by Juicesir, August 3, 2011, 6:40 am.
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| Chaos Storm | July 28, 2011, 2:56 am Post #80 |
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Zane answered Ash, and said "The scouts have seen the leaders, and they are not without injury but they are alive. A team as went to go take care of their wounds. Since we can not afford to loss another leader, the team has went to make sure the leaders are well enough to go on their own, and then the teams will go help more people. Since the water clan had sent Cyril to represent them, I had the team go check him as well. Since he came to the leaders meeting, and far as I am concern he is the acting leader till they elect someone. The fire clan leader is you, and I am the air clan leader. That just leaves Earth, some of the scouts have spotted her, and she seems to be alright. However" as he then smiled. Currently there was some teams scouting, some teams helping the injure, and two smaller teams that went to go check on the leaders, and make sure they were alright, before going to help the other injure people. Zane also had heard a voice in his head about exactly why this all had happen. He however started to ignore the voice after he got the info he wanted. This was childish, he did not care what deal humans made years ago, the elements had went to far to remind them of it. Or a least far as he was concern. He knew humans were not perfect, and things are forgotten over time. But this damaged had cost to many their lives, and what for? Because someone was killed on this day? Or because they all had forgotten the promise? You could not blame the action of one person or even a group, on everyone else. You could not blame them for forgetting the promise either, if the elements could talk with them, then why did they not just remind everyone by saying something before taking this action? Yes, he could think of a couple of reasons why, but the more he thought about it, the elements were acting like humans would. They were suppose to be better than to take this kind of action. Besides, did people dieing over it really change anything? No, what would change is they got off their butts and started to talk with the people again. Zane only started to give himself a headache the more he thought about it all, so he simply told Ash his conclusion. Zane said "I should inform you lady Ash that I was informed just abit before you awoke that a Air Clan robe was found in one of the fire clan's tents that were uncovered. I told the team that found it to not tell others, and forget about it. The Fire members understand how this may be took, and my members will listen to me. However earth and water may end up not listening to me. I think earth may be smart enough to realize this is just a trick since it a bit to "convenient" that we find it right after the chaos. But water members who are still hurt by their lost may not listen and start telling the other members. The leaders from what I saw will not fall for this either, but you may have trouble on your hands still if enough water clan members find out. Even if the leaders keep their clans under control, it will still put a distrust in your clan, along with mine." As he turn around, and move to stand right in front of lady Ash, a foot from her. As he said "Please, Excuse my rudeness. But I have nothing against any of the clans. I also saw the people who are leaders of each clan, and I know if one of them was behind this that they would not be so stupid as to leave it in their tents. A single person from any clan could do this, and that is very well possible. However when they are found out, their leaders will deal with them. So we can assume who ever did this is a outcast either way. I was planning on doing this from the beginning, but now I think you are more likely to accept under these circumstance" Zane was taller, so standing this close he was looking down some. He lend down, and whispers in Ash's ear, since he did not wish for anyone else to hear. As he said "Join my clan. If something else happens, my clan will support you. You will support my clan. However this makes the two suspicious clans look like we our working together and plotted the death of the water clan leader. To avoid some of this, I would like for our clans to come together for another reason. I told every leader that I knew you from before, so far as they know we know each other, we may had been seeing each other before, and our finally ready to announce our self as a couple. Before you refuse, I had made everyone upset with me at the last meeting, including you hot blood princess. If we were playing like a couple, then you could kid around and hit me in public if that would make you feel better" as he step back. He knew she may be ready to hit him just for getting to close, her guards may also not like it, but he knew they would not make a move when he was so close to their leader, if they did see this. Going by how she acted in the meeting, the others may not believe they actually were friends and that close, however it still would appear that way to everyone else. Ash may be one to refuse normally, but Zane figured she would realize that for her clans safety this would be best. Even if the other clans do not like it, it still would add to their defense. Since it was clear someone was trying to cause trouble between the clans, so there might be war in the future. This also would force the upset water clan to join the earth out of fear of being gain up on by the alliance Air and Fire form. Instead of four clans, there really would be only 2 then. This meant only one war could happen, instead of the others that could arise from four separate clans. |
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| Blue | July 29, 2011, 9:58 am Post #81 |
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After searching for what seemed like the better half of an hour, Dante’s heart began to sink. She still hadn’t found Cyril, despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly be moving around on his own, and even if he had surely he wouldn’t have gotten too far. Still covered by the Earth she held so dear, Dante’s mood was decreasing at an incredible rate. Horrible questions that no one should need to ask filled her head. What if something had happened to the poor guy..? What kind of damage had her Earth users suffered..? Were they lost without her? What if they were all dead? It was all almost too much for the poor girl and as she continued on, she could feel her emotions draining with each awful question. Sure she was the Master of her respective Clan, but nothing could’ve prepared her for such events as those that had transpired in the Twin Peaks. She trudged on through the mud, the rain still belting down – though at a slightly lighter pace. Her vision was poor at best, and the tears that fell from her now stinging eyes were certainly not assisting in the sight department. After having wandered around in search for the Water Clan Member for what felt like a day and not bearing any result – not even a body - Dante couldn’t help but feel hope and despair simultaneously. There was a chance that he’d somehow survived or been saved, but there was just as likely a chance that he’d been buried alive under copious amounts of muddy water and suffocated into the blackness of oblivion. Even the thought of the latter being the case was enough to make her retch with anxiety. Her foot suddenly struck something during mid-step – something that budged, but not far and not of its own accord. Dante felt the surprise of the moment as it took her unaware, unbalanced enough as she’d already been. Forward and sliding she fell, only to be met with more mud in her face. Pain raced across her features as her nose was squashed between the rest of her face and the semi-solid ground. Yep, that was now definitely broken. Perfect. The Earth Master began to pick herself up as quickly as possible, half-shooting up because of the pain – half because she knew if she hadn’t, she would’ve stayed there sapped of her will. Instinctively she raised her hand to her face to inspect the damage. Her finger gingerly moved from the bridge of her nose to her nostrils, blood staining her fingers and tears welling up in her eyes. Tears for the Pain, the Situation, and Cyril. Surely the Elements felt just as strongly about the tragedy as most of those at the meeting had. But the tragedy that had befallen them all had just become a little bit more personal. Through her blurring vision, Dante turned to see what she’d tripped up on. Crawling slowly, the girl retraced her fall back to the cause. It looked to be some sort of fallen log at first glance, but as she strained to get a clear picture it became clear just what she’d tripped over. Or rather whom… On his back, almost completely submerged in mud and as still as a statue lay her bodyguard, was Drogo. Dante would’ve recognised his face anywhere, and as the realisation hit her she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Endless grief and eternal regret filled her heart – the last gestures she’d ever acknowledged him were an elbow to the gut and a pointed finger. Memories of her horrible treatment of her head bodyguard began to play in her mind, like some disgusting montage. Slinking back away from the body Dante’s stomach gave way and emptied into the mud, abhorrently sick with the terror she felt in this moment and moments since the horror had begun. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how much of a mess the poor Master was in. She was supposed to be the pride of her people, their protector and the one they all aspired to either help or be. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve – as if it could’ve got any dirtier – she edged back over to Drogo’s corpse. “I’m sorry… M-more than you c-*cough*c-ould possibly imagine.” She coughed through her many pains. “I promise that I’ll give you a p-proper burial… once this is all done.” Something in her was beginning to rise. She could feel the anger at herself, the inconsolable rage at the one responsible for all of this, the pure, white-hot wrath. The ground felt like it was solidifying around her and she couldn’t help but watch her fists clench as she kneeled in mess. Slowly, the Earth Master rose to her feet, gave Drogo a final nod of respect and continued onwards towards what used to be a camp. She could hear the voices of the dying, the living and other voices still, but refused to acknowledge them all out of determination to find the one she looked for. Cyril was her goal – if she could find him, she would be halfway to figuring out the next step for them all. The groans of the injured only pushed her forward faster. Someone had hell to pay for all of this. After ten minutes of solid trekking through unstable terrain, she came across two figures – heavily dirtied by the work of the Elements as she was. Deep within her heart, whatever hope that was managing to hang on began to gain a little bit of grip when she realised just who she'd found. “Raja, Cyril!” she cried out, understandably forgetting all the formalities. It was clear that they'd both been injured, but at the same time their lives were no longer in danger. Dante’s eyes lit up slightly in the darkness of the overcast weather. “How can I help?” Edited by Blue, July 30, 2011, 1:28 am.
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| Juicesir | July 29, 2011, 9:15 pm Post #82 |
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The wind rustled through the crags of the broken valley, the splintered breeze catching at the hem of the young Fire Master's cloak as she surveyed the aftermath of the devastation on the now quiet hill. The words the Air Master said washed over her as the breeze which sighed across the gentle grass below their feet. Her ears were pricked with intent, taking in each word while simultaneously digesting the greater meaning of what his plan entailed. The first and most immediate concern was whether to tell the other clans of the Air Clan robes in the Fire Camp. Distrust and discord had already been brought about by the assumptions made against the Air Clan and their possible backing of the assassination. If the knowledge of the hidden robes became known to the other leaders, would they turn on Fire as well? Ash did not believe that they would. The Air Clan leader's attitude and presentation had been poor, which had further antagonized an already difficult situation. They would be most likely to believe that the hidden robes were the Air Clan attempting to put off the trail from them. Though this did raise a certain question. Why Fire? Why would her clan be targeted next? Her guards had been with her the entire time, so if it was someone within her clan perpetrating this then it would be one with a grudge. Possibly, as the Air Clan suggested, someone with a history against the Fire and Air Clan. Someone who had a long hatred of both those clans and would desire them to be in the wrong. "Seek your sister." Her father's words echoed now again in her mind. Could she be the one behind this? Ash had not sen her sister in a while, but she was unwilling to believe she had any part in this catastrophe. Still, she would need to seek out her sister none the less. They had much to discuss. Ash still believed that outside forces were at work. The Earth Clan was too reserved to commit something like this and it could not have come from Water. The doubt that now crept into Ash's mind over the possibility of her own clan's doing in this terrible disaster now began to claw at her ability to think clearly. Above all, she must defend her clan. She was entrusted to fire. It was her life and soul. If the others got wind of the hidden robes... Ash let out a long sigh, the Air Master having just finished his speaking. A union. A union of two clans would be something beneficial to both, it was true, but it would also drive the others to unite as well. Either that, or remain the weaker parties, which Ash knew the Water Clan was not about to have. With the Air Clan looking over Fire, their two clans could be the foundation of a new start for understanding, and if the other clans did not know of the hidden robes, then it would allow Fire to negotiate a position of peace and power to unite not just two but all clans. With Earth and Water seeing the understanding of Fire in it's willingness to unite with the antagonizing Air, Ash was sure they would be willing to follow. She had purposely tried to mediate the meeting, show that she was not as her forefathers had been. She had still allowed her temper to flare, and thus would need to exercise a level of control previously unanticipated by her. She would need to be the pinnacle of peace and understanding if her Clan were to survive. The crux of this plan was the hidden robes. If any of the other two clans discovered this fact before the uniting was able to be done, then they would assume conspiratorial ideas about the union between Fire and Air. Ash's clan would be shamed instead of praised. That was something that would have dire consequences for all parties involved. Ash did not want to be allied with Air's arrogance in this way. They needed to move on from the past of Fire. This was the only way. She did not turn to face him. Her gaze held the valley in all it's ruin as she spoke the words that would spell either her people's dominance or doom. "I will ally with you. Fire and Air shall be one, and I agree to keep the facade of our coupling in order to help sway the others to unite with us. Unity is for the best. However," she turned to face him, and the fire in her eye's could not be clearer, "there are a few conditions. The first of which is that we must hide the robes from the other two clans. We will need to continue the investigation without them. If they were left in my camp I can only assume we will not be able to find a lead from them. They are of no use to us, only burden. And second," she moved very close to him now, " is that if you abuse me or advance upon me in any way that is forced or against my will, I will burn off your manhood myself." She grabbed him by his balls firmly and stared ever deeper into his eyes, the fire behind her's dancing with a very real and palpable menace that translated into an extremely uncomfortable warmth that now enveloped her grabbing hand. "Do we have an agreement?" she said, baring her teeth in a terrifying grin. Edited by Juicesir, August 3, 2011, 6:41 am.
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| psy | July 30, 2011, 7:04 pm Post #83 |
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Cyril Cyril merely nodded to his saviour as she left to lend a helping hand to others in need. He hadn't bothered to ask her name, but he attributed that to his state of mind. While he looked physically alright aside from mist-healed wounds forming scars, his mind was clouded by a rush of disbelief and confounding thoughts. The mist had receded and had allowed them all the see the extent of the destruction, where his mind should have been, but its immediate exit brought him to wonder about it now more so than when it danced across the ground. Though his mind was elsewhere he was aware enough to hear his name being called by an adolescent girl. Intense, discerning eyes shifted from their blank stare into nothing towards the sound. The girl who called his name fell to the ground in a fantastic display of clumsiness, but in this situation it was hardly her fault. The girl sprung to life once more in her terribly youthful manner despite looking as battered as anyone else. She stopped just before him and from this distance he recognized her, only just, as the painter girl, Awari. His apathetic expression threatened to change to a smile at the thought of a youth of all people being the first member of the water clan to see him alive, and to be so ecstatic about it. Evidently he was not as hated by the youth of the clan as he thought, or perhaps the maturity of this one was simply leagues above that of her peers. Cyril did not smile though, it was not the time for that as happy as he may have been to finally spot a member of his clan. Awari on the other hand looked unbelievably happy and bubbly and in proper teenage fashion immediately threw questions at him. Much as she had stopped herself from asking more by kneeling before him, Cyril raised his hand and placed it gently on her shoulder to quell any immediate concern. “Nothing that I didn't bring upon myself, Awari. I'll be just fine.” he assured her while the sharp pain in his chest continued to burden his ability to speak and breathe. Each word, each breath of air, threatened to send him into a fit of coughing and wheezing. But now was not a time to show weakness, not in front of his own clan nor the others. “More importantly,” he started to say but found his breathing had become shallow once more. He stopped and took in a few deep breaths of air before continuing, “How did the clan fare in the catastrophe?” he asked with all sincerity. His hand fell from the girl's shoulder and clutched at his chest as the pain from speaking was becoming almost too much for him. His name was called again, immediately after another's and his eyes shifted up from Awari to see this person. The voice was recognizably that of Earth Master, Dante, but he had to be sure. So that was the name of his saviour, Raja. To think that his saviour was known well enough by the Earth Master. In some ways it was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing that he was saved from near death and a curse that he was now indebted to the Earth Clan. Well, at least it wasn't the Air Clan that had pulled him from death's door. He could at least take solace in that. Cyril closed his eyes and drew in another breath before addressing Dante, “I need less help than most. We should each gather up our clans, those of us atop this ridge,” he again stopped suddenly as he struggled to take in enough air, “Right now we are disorganized and frantic which will only lead to mistakes, more injuries and more casualties.” He looked up to the sky and drew in a copious amount of the cool, water-laden air. “Awari, I want you to act as my ensign. Help me gather the clan so that we don't have to lose anyone else. Assure them that we will form search parties to find their loved ones.” he spoke slowly and with great difficulty. “Dante, now is not the time to speak at length of this, but this event holds more significance than I think any of our clans realize. Once we have saved our clans --” he bent forward and let out a hoarse, hacking cough that showed without fail just how much pain he was in. A few drops of blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. Any concerns that were raised were put to the side though as he raised his hand, signalling that he was not yet finished. “Once we have saved our clans, we must form another meeting of the Masters no more than a month from now.” he said with all seriousness, despite his lack of formal mastery. “And please, bestow upon Raja the highest honours available to your clan. Without her intervention I would have been drowned by mud and water.” While initially reserved against acknowledging her act, he finally decided she deserved at least that much no matter the consequences he might face later on. |
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| Wicked | July 31, 2011, 6:04 am Post #84 |
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҉ Unknown ҉ [coming soon to a thread near you!] ҉ Earth ҉ Sharp jaw line, raised and define cheekbones, slim lips, closed eyes that hid coal black eyes, rich red hair, and an overall build that created a powerful presence; this was Sebastian, lying before her on the ground. He had a scar running along the side of his face, a large burn that marked her leave from the family, and it now lay pale. He lay pale, dead. Her aggressor, the man she’d feared since birth, was now gone. Though a small ounce of her felt pity for the creature for being taken in such a hideous way, Raja couldn’t help but feel jubilant. It was terrible to experience such radiant emotions upon finding out her father was dead, that someone was dead. Still, the waves of emotions flooded through her, a cascade of relief, disbelief, disdain, and peace. She pressed her red lips shut against a sigh, a smile, whatever threatened to surface and taint her persona. He had been her birth father, nothing more, but it was horrible to wish a death on someone. She hadn’t exactly hoped for Sebastian to be dead, and yet she hadn’t hoped for him to live. Eyes slid away from the face that had haunted her to one that would further the nightmares. The threat of a smile coming into play quickly vanished as Raja laid eyes upon her mother, the one person who’d cared for her and sacrificed when everything was lost to the embers. Her eyes were closed, refusing Raja a glimpse at the spark that lay there in the green orbs. Her face was abnormally white. She’d always had a glow, and now it was dying out. She was breathing, but barely, and it was obvious by how people had moved her next to her mate that she was lost to the Elements. Raja’s breath caught in her throat and a boulder formed there, lodged against a cry that threatened to come out where a sigh of relief had once treaded. For someone so composed as the redheaded Earth member, it was uncharacteristic for her to feel a rush of sorrow as she was now. She’d barely known the woman that lie before her and yet tears began to well and blur her vision. Dante’s call saved her from completely crumbling her façade. With a blink, she pushed the tears back, swallowed down the boulder and cry, and turned to the sound of the Earth Master. She gave a meek smile, the muscles seemingly resistant against the action, before making her way closer to the small gathering. She composed herself once more, as much as she could with the drizzle that splattered against her face and the dirt and debris that still clung to her skin. There was another female with the man, who’d been addressed as Cyril, and Dante who Raja did not find to be familiar. Her aura was vibrant, a breath of life in the cluster of death that had sprawled over the valley and surrounding land. It was well needed and the woman admired the youth among them that was able to keep hopes strong when it was obviously cracking just as brutally as the visual one that scarred the valley’s landscape. “There really is no need for that,” Raja objected quietly to Cyril’s recommendation to Dante. She wanted no such honors. The less attention the clan gave her, the better. She gave a small wave, as if to cast away his words before glancing towards the valley where people were continuing their search for survivors. “I agree, we should all dedicate our time to establishing some kind of order. I’ll do whatever is needed, so I’ll go and assist in the search for people,” Raja commented, glancing over at Dante for a moment as if to make sure this was an adequate move. |
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| Akina Anmutig | August 1, 2011, 5:37 am Post #85 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ A wave of relief washed over Awari once Cyril assured her that he was okay, but she couldn't help but retain a bit of concern. While he said he'd be just fine, his voice sounded strained, as if speaking was difficult for him. Despite this, she kept her mouth shut. Knowing Cyril, bringing it up wouldn't do any good. "The clan?" Awari repeated. She wasn't entirely sure how to answer. Until a few minutes ago, she was unconscious, buried under a pile of rubble. When she'd first awoken, the first thing she saw was a crowd of people scattered throughout the valley, but none of them appeared familiar to her. "I... I don't know. But I'm sure they're alright." She didn't want to sound too terribly pessimistic. Sure, some of them may have died - it was almost guaranteed - but for the most part Awari had faith that most of the clan survived. An ecstatic cry came from behind her, and she looked up and over her shoulder to see who it was. A woman, one of the three Awari had seen at the meeting earlier. If she’d heard right, this was Dante, the Earth Master, and from the woman’s expression, she, like Awari herself, was all too happy to see Cyril. The Earth Master, here of all places? It almost seemed surreal, to have someone of such importance have nearly all her attention directed to someone of another clan. Then again, given earlier events, Awari was still questioning whether any of this was real or if she was still dreaming. Reality checks aside, now it was time to get down to business. ”We should gather up our clans, those of us atop this ridge,” Cyril said, still sounding like he was struggling to breathe, ” Right now we are disorganized and frantic which will only lead to mistakes, more injuries and more casualties.” Typical Cyril. Despite his injuries, he was only thinking about getting things done. ”Awari, I want you to act as my ensign. Help me gather the clan so that we don't have to lose anyone else. Assure them that we will form search parties to find their loved ones.” Awari nodded eagerly in response, and immediately went to it. She knew Cyril wasn't one to appreciate dawdling, especially under these circumstances. She stood up, and after offering Cyril and Dante one last reassuring smile, turned and went to her work, searching the valley for anyone she recognized. |
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| Chaos Storm | August 1, 2011, 7:45 pm Post #86 |
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Ash got close to him, and gave her warning. She had told Zane she would accept, and the conditions she wanted, along with giving him a warning. Despite what Ash was doing currently instead of panicking, Zane used her being so close to him to give his reply so that others would not be able to hear. As he said "Hide what robe? You mean the robe the search party found and I told not to tell others? I know it's embarrassing, but even if the other clans do end up finding out, it won't be the end of the world. It will just make things clear that we our a couple, since I left one of my robes at your area. It is realistic to leave a robe of the air clan in your area, so that you can use it to sneak over to my tent without being suspicious or spotted. We our dating after all, I simply told them not to say a word about it to the others, because us being together is still a secret" as he gave her a evil grin back. It was a reasonable reason for her clan having a air clan robe if others do find out, but along with it he had just "assaulted" her mentally. She gave her warning not to make a move on her if he values his manhood, but his explanation for why they have a air robe basically would tell others they were sleeping with each other. That was how he solved a problem, along with giving his warning to princess Ash. He also was a leader, and he could handle himself just as she could. He assumed the leaders may end up figuring out some things they are agreeing, however the public was not masterminds and that was the most important thing. Preventing the masses from causing problems. The leaders would figure out some things were lies, but they also would realize that someone would had put the fire robe there to frame them, and not make a deal out of it. However the public would not be that bright and would assume that the fire clan was behind it. Zane simply was doing what he could to control the most he could of what the public thought to prevent any more trouble or hatred. Or maybe simply to prevent distrust that would come out of it. Info wars were what he was best at. They would investigated the robe in secret from the other clans, and if they learn about them they would avoid any politic distrust from the people by explaining another reason why the fire clan would have a air robe in their area. So they now were working together a? As he suddenly kisses her on the lips, and then lets go before she could push him off, and then he says "That seals our agreement then. Along with if you burn my manhood, a least I have the holy kiss to make up for it" as he started to laugh. Along with making any person who was there see him kiss her, so that he had proof later or witness that they were a couple and not just saying that. There also was the point that Ash could not burn him, as that ultimately would make the fire clan look like they attacked "another" leader, and that they were trying to frame the air clan with the info of the robes to hurt the water clan, and this would make the Earth clan feel like they would be the next target of the "ranging" fire clan. Ultimately dooming the fire clan. Plus they would have to kiss to make others believe they were telling the truth about them joining forces only cause they were a couple, and not because they were gaining up on other clans, or plotting. Despite how Zane acted, or what he says he still was a experience leader, and should not be underestimated. He had the respect and trust of his people for a reason, it simply was something that the other leaders did not get a chance to see yet. For now he waited for Ash to let go, so that he could back up some. Unless Ash liked being so close to him and touching him, he figure he would be let go any second...hopefully with no slap or burn. Though he was slightly enjoying himself at the moment, another leader was a person that could match his skills and strategy. It was enjoyable to have someone he did not seem like a King to, that he seem more like a equal human to, and that he actually had to try with. His people would listen, and obey. They would tell their own opinions, but they still would never grab their master, unlike Ash. To put it simply Ash was a challenge, and he was enjoying their battle so to speak. Plus he was a male, and no one could argue that Ash was a beauty. Despite the logic behind that kiss, he did take some pleasure out of it also cause of that fact. Though why he choice to ally with fire had a much more long term reason in mind. |
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| Wicked | August 3, 2011, 6:31 am Post #87 |
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҉ Unknown ҉ Smooth wood patted against the earth, mapping out the ground ahead of the fair skinned female with pitch-black hair and piercing green eyes that, despite their lack of function, moved about as if surveying the landscape. Her hand held onto the handcrafted wooden cane she’d requested before leaving the Air clan behind. Being blind had its disadvantages; one of them being that Sophia was always dependent on something else to help her get around. It aggravated her greatly. Independence had been something that, apparently, ran through her family’s blood and she craved it but could never have it much like how she could never embrace an element as her own. This specific journey had left the young woman to her thoughts, as it usually did since she was almost always on her own with only the sounds of nature to accompany her, and she could not resist the tempting idea of tossing the cane aside and having to manage her way alone. That way, she could be completely reliant on herself, right? No longer would she need a piece of Earth, wood, to help her along the most mundane tasks such as walking. Still, reason clung to her frontal lobe and told Sophia that “tossing” the cane would be the dumbest thing ever. As much as she wanted to be on her own, her disability kept posing a hindrance. Still, since birth, being blind had also come with advantages; more exactly, it came with little blessings that allowed Sophia to notice and cherish things most ignored completely. As she moved along the grass and dirt, her ears absorbed the sounds of the world: a rushing creek further to the left, the brush of a rock against the fringe of her bland, brown dress, and the sweet nothings that were whispered through the wind as it whistled past her, and weaved through her long hair. All her other senses were heightened, ever since birth, at the loss of her eyes, and the feel of wood on her smooth palm was intricate; the grooves could be traced against her skin, even the smallest of splinters in the bark. The sensation of the earth beneath her feet gave way to the unsteadiness of the path. And then, to the sudden quake. Without warning, the ground around her began to shutter and instantly, the walking soul stumbled. She was not sure how far exactly she was from Twin Peaks, unable to see the targeted area, but the waves that hit her were only barely restrained here. Of course, the woman had no idea the tragedies that were occurring only a mile or so from the spot she now sat in, waiting for the shakes to end. Sophia could only imagine and bit on her lip tenderly as she clung to whatever lay around her, losing the cane in the process. Be careful what you wish for. She clung to the stump of a tree as rocks moved about and the earth complained. There was to be an Anniversary at Twin Peaks and yet, with the sudden downpour that drenched Sophia completely and the sudden complaints from New Earth, it was impossible for them to not be affected. Her plan was slowly crumbling. Sophia had been discussing it, alone and to herself, about the prospect of heading to this arrangement in hopes of finding someone like her, an unknown. Would they even be welcomed? And, as she had made her voyage it had occurred to the woman that her long lost sister could possibly be there as well, though she had long forgotten the sound of her twin’s voice. How would she find her? Especially now? Once the trembles were done and the storm turned into a much more muffled drizzle, Sophia urged herself onto her feet and, without being able to find her cane, made her way towards the source of the quake. Suddenly, as she began to make her way, a warm light presence enveloped her and filled her with an inner feeling of confidence and radiance when otherwise, she had been filled with uncharacteristic doubt and worry. Negative thoughts were erased as Sophia neared the Twin Peaks, even as she stumbled about. Even when she stumbled, it was less that the delicate woman thought it would be. She was able to maneuver her way, a strange sense of sight coming to her as she finally broke through the remaining trees and, thankfully, was unable to take in the sight of devastation that swept the valley and the surrounding land as cries reached her ears. |
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| Juicesir | August 3, 2011, 8:07 pm Post #88 |
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Ash released Zane, primarily due to be in shock herself. She'd never been kissed before, and she had never had a look like she did now upon her face. It was dumbstruck, open eyed, and very silly looking. Ash tried quickly to wipe the look off of her face, but the surprise still remained. Thus begins the most dysfunctional relationship the New World has ever seen... "F-fine," Ash ventured shakily, "we'll use the robes in that way. But if they find out, it's going to be on your head. My clan will not go down for this atrocity Zane." Insults, threats. Yes, that was getting back into the swing of things. They were weak, but it comforted her. Ash had always shielded herself in such a way. Attack others, defend what she held dear. And this business with the robes, along with Zane's unwillingness to do as she wished, irked her. He was an independent, no one could control him. But if Ash was going to survive this and help her clan keep it's new name, she would need to find a way to do so. This joint venture, this unity of the clans, would need to be carefully done. Ash wasn't sure that Zane had the will for it, and she knew he didn't have the tact. She'd have to take this upon herself. "I'm going to speak with the Earth Clan and discuss the situation. I want them with us before we confront the Water Clan. If Earth is willing to set aside differences and join us in this unity, Water will be sure to follow." She turned and began heading down the slope of the hill, not waiting to know whether he would follow or not. She limped, her head ached, but she was alive. Her fortune seemed dimmed by those who had been less fortunate than her. The bodies lay under piles of rock, the wounded still extracting themselves from the rubble. Ash looked on with hard eyes. Her face was relaxed now, and she shut out all peripheral noise or distraction as she searched for the Earth Clan. That was all that mattered now, and her whole attention was on the task of that. She eventually spotted them, cloistered upon a ridge much like the one Zane had been commanding. She slowly made her way up the side of it until she spotted the Earth Master Dante. Ash's face was burned and scratched, and if she had been paying any attention to herself she would have realized her leg was bleeding, but she did not care. "I need to speak with you. Alone. Immediately." She turned and wandered off a ways, waiting for the Earth Master to follow. |
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| Blue | August 5, 2011, 1:14 am Post #89 |
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“You have my word on that meeting Cyril. I agree with you entirely when you say there is more to all of this than what we can see.” After everyone relayed their next moves, Dante drew in a much needed breath. Relaxing herself was the best she could do for her Clan right now, and as Cyril had said, panic was the last thing anyone needed right now. As Raja gave her questioning gaze, Dante held up a hand. “Actually, I have a specific task for you.” Her nose continued to sting, and even as the heavy raindrops struck it she couldn’t help but wince in painful reminder of how it had ended up broken. “I need you to gather up the remaining Earth Clan members. There weren’t many of them to begin with, as I’m sure you know.” Only ten of them in total had come along on the trip; three advisors, four bodyguards, Drogo, Raja and herself. “But if I know them, they’re already getting right into the rescue effort. Tell them to do what they can, as fast as they can – assist them if they need it. But let them know that when they are done, they are required at a gathering. Lead them here to us.” She gingerly placed a hand over her nose to shield it from the rain. “I’m counting on you.” As far as Dante was concerned, she would need to stick with Cyril and do her best to cater for what he and his clan needed. Besides, she was in desperate need of something to do in order to keep her mind off Drogo’s muddy corpse. And then suddenly, a new voice entered the meeting, sending chills up the Earth Master’s spine. Before she even needed to turn, the girl knew exactly who she’d be addressing – Ash was here. "I need to speak with you. Alone. Immediately." As Dante turned to face the Fire Master, she had already started walking off and away. Confusion filled her features – there was no reason why Ash would need to speak with her alone. The two of them had never had anything to say to each other. The Earth Master had appreciation for her fiery outburst against the Air-headed Zane, but outside of that there was really nothing that they could gain from some quiet conversation away from the rest of the world. At least not that the Earth Master could think of herself. Confusion soon developed into suspicion as they stepped out of sight from Cyril and the others. The two of them were now completely alone. Dante steeled herself and kept her guard up, though she wasn’t sure why. After Brooke’s assassination and the loss of her head bodyguard, surely the girl was allowed to feel unsafe in a dark, empty place. However, none of these feelings of trepidation ever played upon her face. Best not to show fear in the eye of a possible opponent – although they weren’t exactly enemies who were about to break into some half-cocked battle between two injured Elemental Masters. Yet. It all depended, of course, on just what the heck Ash had to say. Taking a mental stand for once, Dante stopped in her tracks. “Alright, I think we’ve walked far enough. What’s so secret that you had to drag me away from where I’m needed? What do you need to tell me that Cyril cannot know?” The Earth Master felt her fists clench for no apparent reason, however the subtly surfacing ire in her voice justified the action perfectly. |
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| Wicked | August 7, 2011, 5:44 am Post #90 |
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҉ Unknown ҉ Not a soul seemed to pay much mind to the wandering woman as they rushed to and fro in order to mend everything that had been broken by the tragedy that had struck Twin Peaks and every single clan. Sophia’s keen hearing picked up on whispers and cries about the Elements’ wrath against everyone due to the assassination of the Water clan leader. And so, things were beginning to piece together for the young woman as she moved through the muted chaos of rescue, trying hard not to get in anyone’s way but unsure how to without the cane. Independence, she reminded herself. She was independent now. That was what she wanted and now, she was getting it in the most physical form yet. It made moving a strategic play, listening for approaching feet, voices, and so forth in order to avoid walking into someone even with the strange enlightened feeling that enveloped her. She was, of course, still blind but something was helping her move about in space. She stayed near the trees, a marker that helped her walk in a semi-straight line to feel out everything that occurred. There had been, along with the earthquake and storm, a terrible landslide and avalanche. There was a divide straight within the valley. There were deaths. Sharp senses picked up on the weeping of mourning, the scent of the slowly decaying, and the blood that lingered on people’s bodies. She wanted desperately to help, but could not seem to do anything. It made her frustrated that she could not help to heal those that were suffering. She wanted to punish whoever had created this hell on New Earth. The elements, once again, had forsaken human; first her, and now all these people for what? A political mistake between clans? The passionate craving to make a hit against the Elements themselves seized her for a crazed moment before a sudden rush of light pooled over her mind and cleansed the negativity that had tainted her for a moment. It is darkness that is the source. It is darkness that you must erase, her sweet mind’s voice whispered to her melodically. She grit her teeth for a moment. Darkness clung to the Elements. Darkness clung to whoever had killed the Water clan leader. The elements, however, were the core source of this discourse. It made her boil until, once again, tranquility washed over her. In a heavenly sigh, Sophia forgot the dark thoughts that had passed through her and continued to make her way about the place, a glow in her skin giving a harsh contrast between she and the corpses that were paler than the moon. It affected some that were around her, who didn’t even notice her light presence. For a brief moment, they weren’t as negative about the outcomes of what had happened. For a split moment, they were happy. And then, it was gone once Sophia had moved. Eyes ran over everything as if she could truly see, though it was only a sense of being in space that kept her from falling in a hole or bumping into someone. Instead of working with the search and rescue she could hear commencing, Sophia decided it was best to stay out of the way and sit among the more hopeless. She walked about, not mentioning her clan origin, to those who were dying or weeping for the dead and soothed them with words and the glow that radiated off of her like the absent sun. Rid this place of darkness, that sweet voice cooed. ҉ Earth ҉ Raja nodded, acknowledging her task and taking it with grace and diligence. In times like this, she needed something to occupy her mind other than the image of her lifeless mother. Even the thought of ignoring such thoughts made her throat constrict, as if a snake were coiling about it and squeezing until she suffocated. It was painful to act as if nothing was wrong but that was the only way to go about things for her. She had to stay composed, or lose it completely. And so, she took to gathering the rest of the small group of Earth members in order to assist and make sure that everyone was doing their part in helping with recovery of survivors and the dead. “Of course. I’ll get to it,” Raja murmured before departing without another word. She did not want to be here when political talks occurred. They always became ugly, either outright or in motive. It made her cringe to think that things were so fragile between clans but that was neither here nor there at the moment. Lives were still on the line. Within moments, she had descended upon the search and rescue efforts, finding those who’d come with Dante easily, though some were among the dead and dying. There was nothing to do about that and Raja swallowed the grief that had already swallowed some people whole. She went about those who remained and informed each of the gathering that would be held later on after the search was done. Once that task was over, Raja dug into the rescue as well. She was thigh deep in the mud, pushing with her gift at the mixture of dirt and water with the help of another Water member who’d joined in the efforts. It was strange how they were being cohesive, even when tensions in the political realm were high. It showed that sometimes, humanity persevered. The nature of the Anniversary gathering at Twin Peaks hadn’t been gigantic, thankfully, but the valley itself was another story. They could not call off the search until every single inch was looked through, in order to find every last soul that was stuck under the hell. It was a gruesome task and, though Raja had been dirty beforehand anyways, when she resurfaced from the rescue efforts, it was evident that she’d put her muscle into it as were many other women who would, on any other day, scream at the sight of dirty skin and clothes. Today, everything was different. It stood out as horrible that it took this much to finally bring a common understanding between the general public of each clan. Of course, there were still plenty who seemed hesitant to join in and blend with other elementalists not of their Element, but they were all there for union. This was simply a more… extreme version of that concept. “Have you seen my mommy?” A young girl asked, who’s dirt smothered face had trails of cleaner skin from tears that had flowed down from her irritated eyes. Her voice quivered and it was evident that the child was panicking. She couldn’t find her mother, but Raja knew very well that the girl had probably avoided the section of those who needed burying. She saw herself reflected in the little girl, whose hair was a lighter shade of red. She was from the Fire clan, no doubt, and she had come to Raja due to her familiar appearance. “Where’s my mommy?” Raja swallowed, a lump the size of Twin Peaks lodged in her throat. “We’ll find her,” she said carelessly, forcing a smile onto her face as she held out a hand. She couldn’t bear to see the girl crumble before her, as Raja craved to do herself. The young girl rubbed at her eyes, irritating them further as she sobbed, before grabbing onto Raja’s hand as if it were the string holding her onto the earth itself. |
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| psy | August 7, 2011, 1:45 pm Post #91 |
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Cyril [tab]Before Cyril quite realized it he was alone with just his thoughts and the constant shouting that had become much like an irritating drone. Awari had been surprisingly eager to get to work for him and the clan. He barely remembered teaching her but, in his experience, more often than not people of her age were more willing to let the older generations work than to do it themselves. Once she had left he made a mental note to rely on her for future tasks of some importance. [tab]The Earth Master, Dante, was as understanding as he assumed she would be. As she had portrayed herself to be from the beginning Dante was perhaps the most grounded of all the Masters. Cyril respected that and as such she had easily swayed his opinion of the Earth Clan from neutral to favourable. The more time he spent speaking with her the more he could see his own clan in theirs. If there was one clan he wouldn't mind forming an alliance with it was certainly the Earth Clan at this point. [tab]"I need to speak with you. Alone. Immediately." That was how Ash had made her presence known. She sounded worse for wear and irritated, demanding even. It was not outside her character to be that way but Cyril found her interruption rude but at the same time desperate. He understood full well that he had no place in whatever Ash had to speak of. He was not an Elemental Master and it was not unreasonable to assume the others still looked at him with caution because of it. [tab]It was still suspicious that Ash had something so urgent to say that she felt she could draw Dante away from her present responsibility to her own clan. Now was not a time for idle chatter, nor was it time for political debate. Ash was hot-headed certainly but surely she had enough sense to leave things be until the current situation could be resolved. Evidently not. In that sense he could draw a distinct comparison between the Air and Fire masters. They both seemed impulsive and brazen at the worst of times. [tab]It could not be helped though and Cyril had more important things to do than mull over his small amount of anger at Ash. He slid his hands forward along the soaked ground that had only just been saved from the destruction that the valley below suffered. Taking a few short, painful breaths before lifting himself just above the ground so that he could kneel, Cyril felt the pain that had been disguised by his lack of movement as he brought himself to his feet. The sudden pain wracked his undoubtedly brutalized bone and muscle and caused him to stumble back into the small tree behind him. Evidently the coloured mist had not quite been the cure-all he thought it was. [tab]With great difficulty Cyril staggered towards the gathering of people on the ridge. The pain receded steadily but slowly as the numbness from lack of use dissipated. The pain he felt in his bones was still there though and his breathing remained as difficult as ever. The ice rock that had crashed into him was more damaging than probably anyone on the hill at the time had realized. In the back of his mind Cyril feared that his chest and lungs would never completely heal. [tab]Cyril stopped for a moment among the rabble that now surrounded him and stared out beyond the ridge, towards the valley. The land was shattered and buried under a coffin of mud. Any signs of the Anniversary that was to happen there was limited to tents crushed beneath fallen rock and then buried and the desperate people who trudged through the wreckage to find survivors. From this vantage point Cyril could see that people were working together quite well, surprisingly well in fact. He had trouble believing it but in this time of strife the elementalists were working together. A tenuous unity at best though. As soon as they returned to their homelands they would think the same as they always had. [tab]As he gazed upon the destruction that the elements had wrought Cyril felt a hand that was no stranger to old age fall upon his shoulder and a familiar presence walk up beside him. He looked to his left to see Grandma Toppa looking up at him with concern. Her face ran with rain and tears, tears that had probably not ceased since Brooke's untimely death. The elderly woman had no words to say, but any words would not have told him anything he didn't already know. [tab]“This is a parent slapping their child on the wrist for disobedience, isn't it.” he said as his eyes once more gazed out over the valley. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Toppa nod solemnly. [tab]“We left with --” he could feel the now familiar pain well up inside his chest again as he had to stop to breathe, “-- two dozen or so people. Did we lose many?” Toppa could only respond by gesturing towards the gathering of injured water elementalists atop the ridge and down to the rescue effort. She visibly wanted to speak, but yet couldn't, at least not clearly. [tab]“That's almost everyone. At least I can take some solace in that.” he started to say before Toppa opened her mouth and found the words she had been grasping at all this time. [tab]“Rivell is dead. He left for the meeting not long after you.” [tab]As much as Cyril and Rivell had always been at odds with one another in the past they had always shared a respect for the art of their element. To Cyril the man was another hound, but at least in his old age he hadn't become completely useless. The man had opinions and liked to share them but he was always a smart old bird except for when he was whining without reason. Resolved to not let another death happen today, Cyril took a step towards the valley and stared down the slope that he had been lifted up not long ago. [tab]“Awari is gathering the survivors on the ridge. Once the clan is gathered in one spot send the fit and willing down into the valley to search for others.” he commanded in as kind a tone as he could muster in such a dire time. Again he had to stop and take in a deep breath that barely filled his lungs. [tab]“No one else should have to die today.” he said as he took off sliding and stumbling down the ridge. The small thrown boulders and felled trees acted as loose footholds as he made his way into the valley. Each step took its toll on his already weakened body and the pain in his chest grew as he exerted himself. The burden of death was on all their shoulders though and no pain was going to stop him from helping the search effort. With all this mud and water covering the land any skilled elementalists of the respective elements would be a boon. [tab]With all his skill with manipulating water still at his disposal Cyril waded through the mix of material, pushing the liquid immediately in front of him away so he could see the ground. The mud stuck to his clothing and weighed him down but he continued to trudge forward until he reached the ruins of what used to be tents set up for the Anniversary. As he approached the first tent he dragged his hands along the mud and then in a single strong push forced it all forward in a swirling mass of water carrying copious amounts of dirt. The upward flowing wave of mud forced one end of the heavy cloth tent up and revealed anything or anyone that might have got pressed beneath it. [tab]Empty. But there were still so many places left to check. |
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| Juicesir | August 7, 2011, 5:32 pm Post #92 |
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"That I want you to join my clan in unity." The Fire Master had held her back turned to Dante since they had marched away from the rest of the group. She herself had not so much marched as limped, but the sentiment was now the same. With the cat out of the bag, she turned to face Dante now, a strangely sympathetic and weakened look upon her face. Her leg was not doing well, but the importance of their discussion now was something that had to be done. "The Air Master Zane," she coughed a bit, feeling an iron taste in her mouth as she did, but she swallowed and continued, "...Zane and I agreed a while ago to join in a relationship. We kept it hidden because we did not know how the other clans would react. His pigheadedness is," Ash took a moment to recall the kiss, "an annoyance, to be sure, but he has a good heart. I know this. His actions today were defensive and out of line, and I would like to apologize for them. He isn't usually like that." The Fire Master stepped closer to Dante, looking at her. She was just as worn, just as concerned about her clan as she was, and she decided to say that. "We're all concerned about our clans. You, me, Cyril, even Zane. We're all concerned where this will go, what will happen. That is why Zane and I had already agreed to be united, to join our clans together. And that is why I want to join my clan with yours. United, the three of our clans can do so much more. There won't be fighting, there won't be this terribleness still pervading. With all of us together, we can bring about something great." The Fire Master looked straight at Dante, her eyes pleading. She turned slightly away, walking a bit. "I came to you first because Cyril still may be wary towards accepting Zane. I know you yourself might, but if both you and I approach him with this, the Water Clan might be more willing to join with us and unite the clans." She turned back as swiftly as she could. "Think of it Dante. Think of all of our people and clans united. If you and I can join together as sisters, and help Cyril to join with me, my relationship with Zane will then bind us all, and we can solve the issue of who committed this atrocity together, all of us. United as clans, we can find out who was behind this, and when we put that to rest, we can bring our people to a new age of peace." Ash relaxed now, but still starred deeply at Dante. "What do you say?" |
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| Akina Anmutig | August 8, 2011, 3:32 am Post #93 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ Awari knew this would not be an easy task, gathering everyone together, but she tried her hardest to keep her spirits up. Too many had died already, and now she had a chance to prevent further grief. Plus, aside from painting, helping people was what she thought she did best. She liked to help others, not only because it gave her something to do when she was running low in inspiration for her painting, but because she liked being able to make people happy. It was a borderline childish reasoning, but it was good enough. She moved swiftly through the valley, calling to anyone she recognized to follow. Some were reluctant, saying they wouldn't leave without whoever they were looking for, but Awari assured them that those who were still lost would be found. For now, everyone needed to gather at the ridge, and that was where she led them, and once they were there she asked them to remain there until either everyone was found or Cyril said otherwise. As she made her rounds, she made sure to check every nook and cranny that could potentially hide a fallen elementalist. At this point she hardly cared what clan they were from; if they needed help, she was here to lend a hand. A few times she did have to stop and pull someone from the mud, and was surprised as well as relieved to find that others from the other clans would aid her in the effort. It was a moving experience, having people from all four clans together for a common purpose. She wished it was under different circumstances, but what mattered was, for the most part, everyone had put their previous discrimination behind them and came together to aid each other. Perhaps this was what the Elements were aiming for. This calamity wasn't as much of a punishment as it was a way to set everyone straight, and it worked. |
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| Blue | August 8, 2011, 11:17 am Post #94 |
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Dante Terraria Within the few moments following Fire Master Ash’s words, Dante’s head had begun to absorb all the facts presented to her, just as the Earth beneath their feet soaked up water from the rain. However, there was a lot to take in and the ways in which these events had transpired – not to mention the fact that they had even transpired in the first place – were entirely overwhelming in most senses of the word. The Earth Master’s mind began piecing together facts to try and make sense of all she’d heard. She knew as much as this; In secret, Ash and the Airhead had been together, and had kept said secret from the rest of the group in order to preserve a neutral and supposedly stable front as respective and completely independent Leaders in front of both their clans and those present at the meeting. As far as Dante had witnessed at this meeting, there was no love – or even attraction – that she could see between the two leaders. In fact, she could’ve gone as far as believing that Ash genuinely hated Zane and would rather burn him alive than get with him. So either the Fire Master was an incredibly good actor, or there was more to all of this than was being said. Dante began to consider the likeliness of both scenarios. There was a whole lot at stake here, and she wasn’t about to just join some ‘honourable’ cause – despite the fact that peace was the supposedly desired objective. “My Dear Fire Master Ash.” Dante pulled a blank expression to her face, replacing her worn out and discouraged frown. It was quite literally the best she could do during such a time as this. And after all that had gone down, would anyone honestly blame her for not cracking a smile? “After hearing Zane speak his piece at the meeting, I really believe that he regrets neither his words nor his plan of attack for both the investigation into Brooke’s murder and the unity of the Four Clans.” Though the Earth Master hadn’t realised it, she’d unintentionally replaced the word ‘assassination’ in her last sentence. Whether she knew it or not, it was clear just where she’d go with her answer. “He seemed so sure of himself, so much so that it was most distressing to hear from a Clan Leader.” The frown began to repair itself on her features, setting the statement in stone. “And in addition,” she continued sternly, “Your apology, while most certainly appreciated, is meaningless coming from your mouth. Please try to understand that while it’s not up to me to decide who you’re with – or not with for that matter – it is up to me to have all sides of the story before I can make my own verdict on all of this. This is neither the time nor place for rash decision making of any kind, regardless of how much trouble our respective Clans have found themselves in here.” Other than gathering up those still alive, there wasn’t much else that could or should be done in the Twin Peaks. Collecting the fallen would take extensive time, and while it would definitely be seen to, the priority was for the Leaders to take the survivors home and tell their peoples the truth of what had transpired. Would there be chaos and panic? Almost certainly. However, keeping secrets of any kind would inflict heavy discord and distrust on any community if word was to get out, and then where would they all be? No, it was best to be honest. Better to calm down the distressed than to attempt to quash true rumours… “You have a temporary answer Fire Master Ash, but do not take it as me choosing to do nothing, or disregarding the both of you. You will have a more permanent response once everything has been sorted here in the Twin Peaks and the next meeting of the Clans takes place, which Cyril and I have agreed should take place in a month. Make Zane aware of this information as I have given it to you.” Dante then turned away and began her trek back to the place she’d found Cyril and Raja. As she parted ways with Ash, she gave a final and sincere appeal to the Fire Master’s more compassionate side – the one she’d seen for a moment at the meeting, and again just now. “Gather what’s left of your Clans, make preparations to see who will be left behind to collect your fallen, and return home. With any luck from the Elements, we shall meet again soon. Keep yourself safe, my Lady.” With that, the Earth Master began on her way once more with a sigh of disheartenment. What a mess… she thought. Edited by Blue, August 8, 2011, 11:19 am.
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| Dream | August 8, 2011, 4:02 pm Post #95 |
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Sala, the wandering nobody Location: Twin Peaks Ooc: sorry tis so short, dont know where everyone is and just kinda makin it up Sala opened her eyes slowly, and looked around, only to find her long blonde hair had gotten in her face. She reached a hand to her face, brushing the strands of delicate hair from her eyes. She was sitting in the middle of a crowd of injured, and was unsure of what to do about it. She wasn't good with dealing with injured people. She was far from a good nurse. The only thing she was good at was keeping people calm, which, while there was a great need for it, she didn't even know where to start. Intending to help in any way she could, Sala walked silently among the people scattered about. She spotted a few that seemed better off then others, but didn't go up to them. Nobody took well to having one of her kind among them. They didn't like people who weren't blessed with an element. You are just as important as they are. she heard a voice whisper in her mind. She wished she could believe the soothing voice, but with everyone going against it, she wasn't very highly inclined to do so. Ignoring the feeling of not belonging, Sala made her way through the crowd. She soon spotted her former clan's leader, Zane, and took a deep breath. Deciding that she had nothing to lose, she made her way over to him. "Can i help in any way?" she asked him, her voice soft. She wanted to be of service to anyone who needed it, but she felt most comfortable with the air clan. |
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| Juicesir | August 8, 2011, 7:49 pm Post #96 |
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But what if there was no one to collect? She had seen her clan's grounds. They had been some of the most devastated. Those who weren't dead were dying, and those who weren't dying were in a coma. Ash had no one. Her clan wasn't known for its ability to defend itself from the elements. Not like Earth was, or the nomadic ways of the Air Clan. For all intents and purposes, she was nearly alone. And the Earth Master would not budge in the way she had hoped. Admittedly, she didn't want to be tied to the Air Clan in such a way, but she might still be able to make it better for the others if she was able to act in his stead. And then, through the dead and dying, she saw a wandering and familiar face, a face she had not seen for a long time. "Sophia?" The blank stare, the airy walk. It had to be her. Ash began to rush over as fast as she could, before she was lost in the crowds. It had been years, ages. They hadn't seen one another in a long, long time. Ash had to know. "Sophia, is that you? What are you doing here?" It was random and not at all in character. Her protective instincts kicked in and she pulled Sophia into a hug. |
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| Wicked | August 9, 2011, 5:03 am Post #97 |
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҉ Unknown ҉ Warm arms enveloped her like a blanket and, for a moment, Sophia was frozen in shock. That voice was distinctly familiar to the woman, and she’d be able to pick up on it from anywhere, whether there be a million people talking at the same time. It wasn’t just because of her heightened hearing that she could do this. This was her twin sister and she’d know Ash anywhere, even without eyes. “Ash?” Her voice came out feeble for a moment, still stunned by her sister finding her so soon and in this chaos. She’d been so convinced over the years that this was a one sided search, that Sophia was the only one really interested in finding her other half but now she was being pleasantly proven wrong. It had her mouth falling slack and she simply stayed put in her arms for a moment before finally, as if waking from a stupor, returned the hug strongly. She gripped at her sister’s body and hugged her with all her might, which was a statement within itself since the two of them shared quite a petite frame. Muscles she knew she didn’t have kept the two in a tight bond for a few moments before she pulled away with a bright smile, her useless eyes glistening. “Let me see your face,” she stated simply. Of course, she couldn’t “see” but her hands painted the landscape and, slowly, her fingers brushed against Ash’s face, acknowledging multiple changes from when they were younger, so much younger. She was a woman now, of course, and her face resembled that of a strong adult. “I can’t believe we found each other,” she finally breathed, her skin glowing vibrantly with a happiness she hadn’t felt before. Sophia was naturally a bright woman with positive energy, but she’d always had a bit of her smile missing- until now. She didn’t need to find out who her parents had been, just her sister who’d been torn from her at such a young age. She gave a nervous laugh as she hugged the female’s face with her hands and gave a secure kiss to Ash’s forehead and pulled her back into a hug. They had years to make up for. How was it that ages had passed and yet, Sophia felt that connection still as if they’d never been separated? She knew her sister, or at least she thought she did, better than anyone else. It wasn’t just because of the blood but the time they’d spent together, ever since the womb. Despite how happy she was, Sophia didn’t cry even though her eyes threatened to overflow. It was as if her tears were still in shock, frozen just enough to make her green eyes look like glass, ready to break. “How have you been all these years?” It sounded like such a pathetic question to ask in the middle of all this chaos, but it needed asking. ҉ Earth ҉ The child gripped her hand as they made their way through the rubble, stumbling every once in a while until finally, Raja did something she hadn’t really thought through entirely. She picked up the little girl and held her in her arms as she moved to higher ground to keep the girl from getting stuck in the trap the mud had become for many others. It was tough, but the young child wasn’t much weight and didn’t protest against the action. She was far too busy sniffling and worrying about her mother, whom Raja already knew was probably with the dead or injured. She could only hope that she was in the latter category. She could only picture the young girl’s mother lying beside her own, and it summoned the lump once more into her throat, making it hard to swallow. The redheaded Earth elementalist passed by Cyril, noting his efforts with admiration. Everyone was doing their part, even though they were hurt as well. She’d seen the affects of his injuries and knew that, despite how he was acting, he wasn’t fully recovered. It was both reckless and admirable that he kept pushing forth, along with the others who worked to recover anyone beneath the destruction. But, how long would this last? Raja knew the political climate would get the best of this situation and peace was simply temporary. Once they were out of the valley and the Twin Peaks were in the distance, what would each clan do? More importantly, what did that mean for the small girl Raja carried and others like her? After looking through those who were being tended to with the young girl, Raja could breathe easy. It didn’t take long for the redheaded child to flock to the sight of a darker haired female who had cloth wrapped around her head as bandage against a wound. She looked fairly well, possibly because of the mist’s temporary help, and welcomed the little girl with a sob of relief for being united. Raja decided to leave without saying anything. It was not a moment for her to disturb. She returned to the search and rescue until finally, what seemed to be an endless job ended. Everyone was a haggard, eyes distant from seeing far too much for their lifetimes- old and young alike. The fatalities were as expected- many. But, there were also many survivors to take back to their homelands and that was most likely the next step. First, though, Raja had to collect the Earth clan members as Dante had requested for the small meeting. She turned to the other guards and advisors, most of them exhausted while others still had a drive to continue whatever needed to be done just as she was. Quickly, as fast as they could through the mud and rain, the small group of Earth elementalists made their way back to the spot Dante had requested. Once there, some people collapsed to the floor with a sigh. Raja, along with a few others stayed standing and watched as other clans decided to form distinct divides as they gathered their wounded in preparation for whatever was to come next. What would that be? This is just the beginning, a voice warned in the back of her head. 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| Drephy | August 9, 2011, 11:44 am Post #98 |
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I've always wondered what it's like being an outcast... Loam's thoughts echoed in his mind while in the midst of the commotion. To live without the hindrance of these events and the endless days of training... Wading through the mud was only enhancing his distaste. To have no control over the elements, live with nothing else than muscle and intellect... He headed towards the Earth Clan's tent to retrieve any belongings he had left behind. No, that's not right...being capable of controlling elements is a great honor... Screams for help came from all sides, yet he carried on without acknowledging them. Perhaps, but how many more days will you continually exhaust yourself in order to toss petty pebbles?... Why wouldn't he assist? Was he lost in thought? Did he not care? What part do you play in this community? You're nothing more than a mindless drone. A follower... Loam notice a young, albeit older than he, lady scurrying across the mud. Raja was her name, or at least that's what he could recall. She would approach a member of the Earthen Clan and whisper, or Loam assumed it was a whisper, something which caused them to run off in another direction. He tried to act unconcerned. Had she whispered this to me? Is it significant if she does not?... Loam stopped his thoughts for a moment, as an attempt to hear her mumbles over the occurring cataclysm but it was in vain. The sounds of others trudging through the murky waters was enough to completely silence her. Were the screams gone? Did he refuse to hear them? So, as if to justify avoiding the campsite, Loam began the follow the lady as to find out her plans. See? Nothing more than a moronic disciple, an idiotic adher... He clenched his fists and forced his eyes shut as to drive off the thoughts. What's causing these negative thoughts? Is it the trauma of these recent events? No, I've had them before... on and off since the festival 2 years ago... Loam continued to think to himself as he continues on this courier's path. Edited by Drephy, August 9, 2011, 12:35 pm.
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| Blue | August 10, 2011, 2:41 pm Post #99 |
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As she made her way back, Dante’s head began to throb once more. Pushing on through it, she moved forward almost in eagerness to see her fellow Earth Kinsmen and to get them all out of the Twin Peaks. The sooner they’d left this place behind, the better. They would have a quick meeting, collect their dead and be done with this ominous place. Regardless, uncomfortable memories and disturbing recollections would remain – none of which Dante would ever find herself free from. The news of Brooke’s murder, the meeting with Zane, the Elements’ display of power, as well as the regret and grief she felt in Drogo’s death. She would close her eyes and without fail, the image of him pointing a finger at her from afar in their final exchange would appear. That finger that told her she wasn’t allowed to die – the girl now wished that she’d mirrored the gesture in return. Never once had she truly shown him how privileged she’d been to have such a bodyguard as him. The girl had never so much as shook his hand or given him a nod in thanks. He’d been overprotective, sure enough, but now she felt more vulnerable than she’d ever thought possible. And as if to illustrate that point, she found herself tripping up once more and planting her face firmly in the mud. Horror flowed through her as she relived the whole episode over again, and had the earth below not filled her mouth with mud, she would’ve screamed to high heavens once more. The Earth Master finally felt her tough exterior crumble away – the hard-shelled Leader inside her finally taking a backseat to the flesh, blood and tears. The ache in her nose flared and even through the mud, she could feel the bloody texture she’d never quite get used to. Had she not been so distressed, she would’ve thanked the Elements at that moment for allowing her to be born without a sense of taste. For the second time that day, the tears began to flow and the coughing, spluttering mess of a human rose from the dirt and made her presence known. With a violent retching, the blood-stained mud exited her mouth. Knelt down in the mud with a pile of goodness knows what before her lap, Dante was now well aware that she’d just gained another memory that she’d forever be stuck with. She’d been sapped of the willpower she’d been so well known for, and kicked to the dirt by the Earth itself… And even through all of this, the Earth Master couldn’t help but attempt to snigger at the irony. Soon enough however, the snigger became a giggle, which turned into a chuckle, which then evolved into a laugh. And then the girl found herself gasping for air, her headache worsening and sides aching. While things did stop her laughing, they started her thinking. After finally reaching breaking point, one could do only one of two things; Keel over and die, or find something cynically amusing about the situation and laugh. This was the best she could do for herself now – laugh, pick herself up and move forward. There was no other way. With a final splutter, Dante picked herself up and continued slowly on her way, limping like a wounded animal but grinning like it was her first day off in months. Of course, it died off within moments of her return to the journey back to the death, decay and destruction. However, she’d had her day worth of emotional breakdowns. It was time to move ahead. Within minutes, she’d arrived on the hill she’d asked Raja to bring her people to. As she made the slight ascent, she could see Raja standing with two other gentlemen she recognised, as well as one more sitting down in the mud. They were all exhausted, but she was greeted as warmly as could be expected when she stopped before them. “My Earth Brothers and Sister, the time has come for us to leave behind the Twin Peaks and by extension the tragedy that has befallen us all. We’ve lost many a comrade today, and they will never be forgotten.” The faces of the remaining men reflected their Master’s feelings on the situation. “The remainder of the Earth Clan will return home and inform the people of the events that transpired here today. I will send fresh-faced troops back here to the valley once we have arrived home. They will be responsible for collecting our fallen and bringing them back to us for a memorial service in their honour. “Hogh!” grunted the bodyguards in agreement with their Leader. “Alright, move out.” She ordered them quietly, and without another word they started on back towards the mountain trail that would lead them home. Dante followed closely behind, looking back and hoping Raja would follow them… |
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| Juicesir | August 11, 2011, 10:46 am Post #100 |
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"I've been," in Ash's mind, she recapped just how she had been, from her father dying, to the insurgency, to the uprising and her coronation as Fire Master, to the events of today at the peak, "good. I've been good." She lied, the smile of seeing her sister again pull at the sides of her mouth and hiding her life's story. "Obviously a bit interesting. But we can speak about that later. Would you accompany me back to camp? I still need to make preparations for my Clan." Taking a gentle and loving hold of her sister's arm, she led Sophia back to the Air camp. The way Ash felt, the sheer exultation at being back with her sister, was overwhelming. She couldn't process, could intake anymore feeling. Today had sapped her of any true ability to feel, and she was merely running on her own will and intuition. She came back to camp and, spotting Zane, advanced towards him. "Zane, this is my sister, Sophia." Her tone was completely congenial, a loving sister introducing her to the world. Her face was a totally different story. Her eyes seemed to be shooting fire at the man, and she shot him a warning look that could melt candles from miles away. It was a glare, and she maintained it as she spoke, along with the warm tone she spoke with while introducing her. "She will be given every luxury we can offer. Also, I spoke with the Earth Master. She is neither willing to speak with you nor is she willing to consent this early with a union. We must speak with the Water Master if we are to get anywhere." Ash phrased her sentences carefully. She was still not fully aware how much she could trust this man. Dante's words rang back in her head, making her question her union with him and the Air Clan more and more. But it was for the betterment of her people and now, as well, for her sister. |
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