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| [Graded]Beneath The Surface; Artesia | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 23 2013, 02:24 AM (1,561 Views) | |
| 竜 Mazohyst | Dec 30 2013, 03:27 PM Post #41 |
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Stay the course.
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Understanding a woman and how they react to certain things that you say or do is difficult. In a sense, Artorius equated it to lockpicking. With careful attention to detail, practice, and experience, you're able to pick up on methods and the like which simply make it easier to pick that lock. Of course, there are still times when you find yourself unable to break those tumblers, as if it seems impossible. Right now, Artesia's paled expression was a mix of both. The man could recognize that she had paled and flinched at the mention of something that he said, but he didn't know what exactly had resulted in that reaction, nor could he figure out why. However, he figured it was something that Artesia would prefer to handle on her own. The man didn't find much pride or joy in getting his fingers in someone's business, at least metaphorically anyway. He was never the sort to pry, especially since he always valued his own privacy over most things. Nevertheless, the man was glad and quite relieved that they weren't all torches and pitchforks about who, or rather what he was. Even though his magic, and even parts of his physiology were partially draconic in nature, Artorius was still human at heart. He was glad that they were able to recognize him as a person, which frankly was quite pleasant as these two were probably the only ones who knew that he was a Dragon Slayer. Otherwise, Artorius made a concerted effort to hide that fact, keeping an identity of being a smoke mage, or occasionally not even a mage at all. At any rate, the trio would soon find themselves finishing their meals quite happily. With their bellies warm and full and the two thieves fas recovering, along with the fact that they had uncovered some juicy details on the man who was after them, today generally felt like a good day. Well, at least until the ninjas/fire nation attacked. But no seriously, something was going on outside just when things were finally beginning to wind down. Outside, Cassandra's golden lion had begun roaring ferociously, the sort of low, rumbling roar that lions often do in order to ward off rivals and danger. Snarling and roaring loudly, the lion even released bolts of crackling lightning and thunder that Artorius could hear in the distance. Artorius doubted that there were other people scheduled to be tested by the seer Cassandra. "That can't be good," Artorius murmured as he wiped crumbs of food off his face with the back of his hand. "They're here," Cassandra spoke, standing to her feet. Her skin paled visibly, and her hands balled into tightly wound fists to the point where her knuckles began turning white. This moment... Cassandra had been expecting this for years. As a seer, one who is capable of seeing glimpses into the near and distant future, there was one thing that had always kept Cassandra humble. Much like the Gray King, the woman had witnessed a horrifying scene that curiosity forced her to watch. |
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| Lightning | Jan 1 2014, 05:35 AM Post #42 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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With her belly full of meat and mashed potatoes Artesia was pretty much ready to lay down and work her way through the food coma that had begun the moment she'd finished her meal, so with a yawn she stretched her hands into the air above her head and leant back into the chair beneath her. Was there anything better than a nice big meal of meat which was followed by a period of time spent laying around and digesting it? Alright, so there might have been a few things better than it but it had to be right up there on the list of awesome things life had to offer. It was one of these times of digestion and relaxation that Artesia was looking forward to as she closed her eyes and placed a hand to her full stomach momentarily, it wasn't as though she would get the luxury of one though as it turned out. The lion that the pair of thieves had freed from the grasp of the mask which had been enraging it had turned out to be Cassandra's own pet -named Regulus- and so after the test it had returned to guarding the cabin much as it had always done. It was during this time in which Regulus was keeping an eye and ear out for anything strange that it caught the sight and the smell of people it did not recognise, what was worse is that they had a scent in common with a man the lion knew to be an enemy. Immediately Regulus grew to his three metre size once more and in order to try and intimidate the intruders and threats to his masters safety he let loose with his most ferocious roars. When those roars failed to work and the figures kept on coming the lion went as far as firing off lightning bolts at them in order to either scare them off or strike them down, unfortunately even those weren't working. While Artorius was able to bring words to his mouth in a cohesive manner at the sound of things unravelling outside Artesia settled for letting out a grunt/groan which said it all; she was in absolutely no mood to be getting up and doing things after eating what she just had. There was of course more to simply their full bellies to take into consideration regarding the danger they were in, Artorius was injured and there was no way that with his current state he wouldn't be significantly slowed down. Artesia hadn't taken as much damage from the fall given that she'd not had added weight on top of her -namely her added weight- but she too couldn't say she wasn't somewhat sore from it all. Despite her desire to sit down and enjoy her food coma Artesia stood from her seat with surprising speed and positioned herself at a window to peer out of it to the scene outside. Numerous figures were approaching through the what but for the angle of the window to their approach, Regulus in the way and the distance of them -not to mention the wheat itself- it was tough to tell exactly how many there were. "You must leave now." Cassandra's voice was serious as she gave an order to the man and woman standing in her kitchen and rightly so, "There are too many of them and they possess power which would easily topple you both." What the woman was telling them wasn't exactly hard to believe, it was always a risk to try and take enemies on when they outnumbered you but to take ones on that by all rights must have been powerful -given the task they were sent on- would have been stupid and likely fatal. "Especially in your current condition." Just in case either of the somewhat stubborn looking thieves in front of her were still not agreeing with her Cassandra threw in the last line and much as she'd wanted it sealed the deal. "Fine, got a way out then? The trip here wasn't exactly a walk in the park." Artesia had to hope that the woman who had lived in the cabin would know another way in and out of the catacombs because if they were going to have to get around those guys and back out the way they came it didn't look good for them. Thankfully though said hopes were proven not to be unfounded when Cassandra motioned to the backdoor leading out of the kitchen and pointed onwards as if pointing straight through it, "Use the rear door, flee to the forest at the edge of the field and keep on going. You will find a portal of my creation, take it back to the surface." Edited by Lightning, Jan 1 2014, 05:35 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 1 2014, 06:25 AM Post #43 |
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Stay the course.
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The powers of a Dragon Slayer are greatly tied to one's ability to properly breathe. Consumption of one's element and the explusion of it through the mouth especially more so. The fact that he was injured made escape difficult, doubly so due to the fact that his ribs were broken. Each strained breath that the thief took was painful, almost as if his chest were tightening with each puff of air he took into his lungs. Each time his lungs expanded, it almost felt like his ribs were poking into his lung. Fortunately, the sensation was merely that, a sensation, but it still echoed the condition that the man was in right now. Magical bandages or not, it would take time for Artorius to fully recover, and right now he honestly couldn't competently defend himself against an opponent with strength and power at least equal to his own. Essentially, Artorius had to run but doing so was difficult. Not only that, enemies were on all sides. Right now, the thief was in the hands of the two women, and not in the way that he would of course prefer. It appeared that Cassandra had decided to hold off the bulk of the attackers. But, she wouldn't be able to hold back all of them. Some of them would break free and give chase to their other two targets. Still, as Artorius glanced at the woman one last time, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. In a way, the two were responsible for this. Effectively, the thieves had lead these people from the Oculus Obscura death squad towards this location. And, if they didn't actually do that, then they had still put Cassandra in the type of situation where she had to hold back the enemy. This didn't bode well for the woman. As Artorius limped along, holding his side as he ran with his blades dangling off of his belt, the man cursed under his breathe, frustrated that he was helpless as another person would seemingly fall to their demise while he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Gritting his teeth, Artorius turned his head to face her one last time. "Don't make a martyr out of yourself! We'll make it out of this, so you better as well," Artorius spoke to her under wheezed, pained breathes before he broke out in a steady run. Yet, even Artorius couldn't fully believe his own words. He wasn't pessimistic, nor was he optimistic. Instead, the man was realistic here -- it was unlikely that Cassandra would live another day based on the circumstances. Cassandra said nothing in response. She merely smiled warmly. Truthfully, she was glad that someone had told that to her. However, she had seen this moment played out in her visions, but after that she had seen it play hundreds of thousands of times in her mind since then. The woman was ready for this. Raising her lantern, a brilliant light shone on Regulus. Quickly, the lion surrounded itself in a pulsating surge of electricity, scorching it's immediate area. Following that, she and her familiar worked in tandem to hold back the enemies. As Regulus charged forward, a giant ogre of a man quickly raised his hands to meet him, catching the lion and taking the brunt of his attack. As the man took the attack, he almost seemed to be absorbing the electricity and lightning. However, Cassandra was not without response, and hurriedly fired a charged beam of searing light and heat, sending the massive man flying. But, where the giant had been blown away, a slimmer man with a dark head of hair stepped forward. "You've done well to hide yourself for this long, Cassie," the man complimented her, speaking quite familiarly with her. "I'd ask you to join us, but I already know your answer." Silently, Cassandra hurled another blast of magical light at him, scorching the area. Her magic was brilliant and powerful, splendidly magnificent to witness. While she was a seer, it was obvious the woman was a powerful and experienced mage who could hold her own. But, to fight so many enemies? Artorius didn't have the luxury to think about all that. Hurriedly, he and Artesia had fled into the treeline at the rear of the cabin, rushing forward towards the portal. So far, it wasn't visible due to the dense treeline, which had forced them to zig and zag through and around the plant life in the forest. Hot on their tails were several of the enemies, chasing them vehemently, and quickly closing in on them. Artorius' breathes were ragged, and his body was sore. Even worse, he was still half-dressed, with various twigs and the like breaking off onto his body, scratching him up. Not only that, the enemies were hurling knives and all sorts of projectiles at them, both magical and not. One of them skimmed and glanced along Artorius' skin, wounding him on the shoulder. The exertion was also causing his wounds to open up as they had not yet fully healed. Blood could be seen seeping through his wounds and dripping along down his body. But, he couldn't give up. While his body was weak, Artorius' will to survive wasn't about to falter. |
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| Lightning | Jan 1 2014, 07:07 AM Post #44 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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The further that the pair had to run the more and more it became painfully obvious that Artorius was suffering and that the more he did the more that would increase. Considering his injuries the man was doing remarkably well to even be moving at a pace faster than a fast walk, let alone running for his life, with that said it was taking visible signs on his body and Artesia missed none of them. With every ragged and pained breath he took Artorius was practically piercing Artesia's with guilt and concern, if he hadn't taken the majority of the fall for her back at the test then she would have been the one suffering and honestly she would have preferred it that way. At least then she wouldn't have to worry about someone else, which wasn't something she was used to doing when it came to people other than her family back home. There was always this sense of guilt that came with someone doing something to help you and getting hurt and it was because of that the woman was used to working alone. It was easier when you didn't have to worry about anyone other than yourself, at least that was how she'd seen it for a long time now. The throwing knives being hurled at them by those giving chase were occasionally striking their targets albeit not in the way that they had been intended to. Artorius copped one to his shoulder causing a graze like cut which while still bled wasn't really seriously and Artesia found herself taking one to the side of her abdomen as one of them cut through the hoodie she'd been borrowing from Artorius. "Tch." Artesia grunted with furrowed eyebrows. They'd gone and done it now, how was she supposed to return the thing now? Yeah, she couldn't very well return a damaged hoodie. She was going to have to either get it fixed somehow or find another one exactly the damned same and that made her angry, perhaps angrier than she should have been in the situation. Of course while the damage to the item of clothing served as the thing which set her off the anger itself was coming from their situation, being chased and hunted down like dogs while you could do nothing to defend yourself sucked, it sucked hardcore. Seeking to give themselves some cover -even a little bit- Artesia reached into the hoodie that Artorius had given her to retrieve one of the small smoke bombs she'd noticed were hiding in there earlier and showing her skills she turned around pushing off the ground so to keep her momentum in the direction she was going and tossed it out at the enemies behind them. Once the smoke bomb had left her hand she turned herself around in the air just in time to land once again facing the direction she was running and just like that the pair had been given a momentary smoke cover without either of them losing momentum. It likely wouldn't do them much good once the enemies chasing them ran through it but until they did any projectiles they aimed would be less accurate and of course Artesia had planned it so that the cover was at such a time in their escape that it presented an issue for their chasers. Which way had the thieves chosen to go? The smoke would conceal which way in the dense forest area that the pair had chosen to take and hopefully that alone would buy them much needed moments in time. Back at the cabin Regulus and Cassandra fought against their former allies with as much gusto as they could muster but it was rapidly proving to be too little to defeat those that were against them. With a pained roar Regulus fell to one knee as a blast slammed into his left front foot and as he did Cassandra showed signs of being pained as well. There were far too many of them for her and her lone pet to take on and withstand, she wasn't going to be able to stall them any longer. "Sorry about this Cassie but as they say; all good things must come to an end, eventually." With his final word the slender man fired the magical blast which he had been channelling his entire line and as it came towards her Cassandra could do little but stare at the light with which it shone. "Find the Eagle's Nest." A faint echo of Cassandra's voice would reach Artorius and Artesia as they fled through the forest but what the message meant they wouldn't understand until a later time. All they knew is that she wouldn't have made sure they heard it if it wasn't going to be important, they trusted her at least that much. First things first though; they had to reach the portal to safety. Edited by Lightning, Jan 1 2014, 07:08 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 1 2014, 07:24 AM Post #45 |
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Stay the course.
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A faint echo of Cassandra's voice resonated through the minds and ears of the two thieves. The message itself was cryptic, but there was no doubting that it somehow pertained to the organization which was hunting them down. Artorius was thankful for the precious information that she had provided them. Without her, the two thieves would be wandering around in the dark right now. But, it wasn't just her seeming sacrifice that had helped them. Even though Jean Barasavi had effectively betrayed Artorius, it wasn't fully his own choice in the matter. Yet, Jean too had helped them in his dying words. While the man could be anguished by it, letting it slow him down, right now Artorius had to survive this mess. Otherwise, their efforts would have been for naught. Artorius owed them that much, but he also owed them another thing -- he wouldn't forget them and what they had done for him, not while he could still draw breathe. And right now, though it was painful and ragged and strained to hell, Artorius was still breathing. At any rate, Artesia's cleverly placed smoke bomb had covered their escape route a bit. But, these people who were after them were relentlessly, like hunting hounds who had been kept on a tight leash finally set free to sink their teeth into their unfortunate rumps. The way the group moved after them was highly organized and effective, making no unnecessary movements and alterations to their paths. It was clear now, more than ever, that they were hunting them down. While they were running now, Artorius realized that they couldn't run forever. Yet, now wasn't the time to turn and fight, not when he could barely keep running along as he was. Dodging a barrage of throwing knives, Artorius quickly veered to the left, skidding to a halt as he very nearly lost his balance. The knives embedded themselves deeply into the trunk of the tree, creating a neat, narrow line as they struck. Right now, the only thing keeping Artesia and Artorius alive was the fact that they had a lead when they had run. But, the gap between the two groups was gradually closing with each foot step. There were tons of things that Artorius had to be conscious of when he ran. The trees which they had to narrowly avoid, the roots and loose ground which could trip them up. Falling down now would surely result in death. This was made all the more difficult by the fact that the man was losing precious blood. The man's vision was blurring, but he had to stay strong. Determined, Artorius drew his blade from behind him, cutting down a branch just above him. The thick branch fell hard onto another, which smacked another down, creating a temporary wall or obstacle to buy them a bit of time. Sheathing his blade in a hurry, the man winced in agony due to the exertion. Despite Artorius' clever usage of the environment around him it didn't necessarily go as planned. Wielding a large glowing cleaver-like blade, one of the pursuers cut through the entire wall of branches and wood with ease. Though, this did slow that particular individual down, but the rest chased onward like bloodthirsty pack hounds. Right now, all Artorius could think of was how badly he didn't want to end up like his good friend Jean -- chased, cornered, and then left for dead. Edited by Mazohyst, Jan 1 2014, 07:25 AM.
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| Lightning | Jan 1 2014, 08:16 AM Post #46 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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As the two kept on pushing forwards through the forest and towards the portal that Cassandra had promised them they would find things were only getting progressively worse for them. Artorius was finding it harder and harder to breathe with every breath he took and no doubt the pain would be causing him other problems, Artesia was of course less than comfortable in her current state but she was far better off by anyone's standards. Despite the fact that she could probably have made an easy get away if she simply stopped slowing herself down at times to stay with Artorius Artesia never gave it a thought. She wasn't the kind of woman to just up and abandon a comrade, no way in hell was that going to happen. With that said, it wasn't like Artorius knew that and with an event in his past there to haunt him he would no doubt be worrying about the possibility of it repeating itself. The pair of thieves could make out the golden glowing portal in the distance as they rounded around a tree who's trunk had been blocking vision of it and as they spotted it a potential problem became apparent. How were they going to get up there? The portal itself was hovering just above the ground but you see the ground in question wasn't on the same level that the thieves were, it was on top of a damned ledge. I mean seriously, who puts a portal on top of a damned ledge?! That just made no sense whatsoever and so help her god Artesia would be sure to let Cassandra know it if she ever saw the woman again. There was no way Artorius was going to make it up onto the ledge and to the portal, not by himself and not without her being already up there to catch and pull him up. Completely unaware of the incident which this scene would no doubt remind Artorius she sped up and overtook him, as her back became what he could see Artroius may have found himself wondering if she hadn't decided to ditch him with the end so close and in sight. Before the ledge she would make a running jump and with a grunt of pain she would force her body to make the leap to grab a hold of the edge, she'd heave herself up while clenching her teeth and as she did she'd disappear momentarily from Artorius's view who was still catching up. Only gone from vision long enough to turn around -which would no doubt feel a lot longer to Artorius- Artesia would reappear with her hand outstretched and her eyes urging the man to keep going, to make it and trust her enough to let her get him out of there. When Artorius leapt there would no doubt be a moment or feeling of hesitation as things played out once more like they had in the past but as her hand grasped a hold of his tightly and her second came down to help in pulling him up he would be shown that she and the woman of his past were not one and the same at heart. The pain of having his arms outstretched and his body pulled was something Artesia was aware of and as she pulled him she was clenching her teeth and contorting her face as if she too was sharing it. How could she not feel his pain? He was right there with her and she knew too well how much of it he must have been in, sure some of it was her own but the most painful of all was not her bodies own. They were so close, they just had to get out there; together. It wouldn't mean anything if they didn't both make it. Edited by Lightning, Jan 1 2014, 08:26 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 1 2014, 08:38 AM Post #47 |
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Stay the course.
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There was no doubts about it. This moment, this feeling, they felt all too familiar to the point where Artorius had almost forgotten where he was. Right now, it felt like he had been driven back in time, pulled away to the moment where he and Serana had fled together after a risky heist. Just when he was being distracted by enough things, namely the crippling feeling of pain wracking his ribs and chest, as well as the various cuts and wounds that were opening themselves up along with the fresh, still-burning lacerations, Artorius had to relive a moment in his life that had defined the type of man he was to become. Since being left behind, Artorius had become cold, indifferent, and selfish. The sort of man who thought only in terms of what benefitted him. Even now, Artorius wasn't too different, he hadn't become necessarily altruistic just yet. Seeing the red-haired woman leap ahead of him, Artorius could feel his body weaken and his arms collapse. His senses slowed down to a grinding halt as he was prepared for a repeat of that terrible event. But, as he began to feel as if he were sinking into an abyss, the man quickly learned that this time, he wasn't being left, he was being pulled back over the surface. Leaping forward and upwards, Artorius could feel himself being pulled up by his wrist. The pain was substantial, and he could feel his wounds tearing and worsening as he was lifted up. But, he could grit his teeth, bite his lip and gear with it. At that very moment, even though Artorius was in excruciating pain, it was worth it. Instead of being tossed aside and left behind so many years ago, the man was being lifted up and helped, all so they could move forward together. Once the man made his way over the ledge, hoisting himself over it, he groggily pushed himself up to his feet. The light of the portal was visible. It was only a few meters away. Yet, the hunters remained ever persistent. They scrambled over the wall just as they had done, and in seconds they had made their way over. Just as they were on the same level, the portal was now within reach. Quickly, the two hurled themselves into the portal just in the nick of time. As the portal closed, one of the group threw a magical attack of sorts, which flew right towards the portal. Yet, it quickly shut as the two thieves leapt through. Not only that, as the portal closed, a burst of radiant illuminating light blinded all. The ground on the other side of the rift where the hunters lay began to rumble and tear, as if the area itself was becoming unstable. This was Cassandra's gift to them -- she planned on taking down as many as she could. |
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| Lightning | Jan 1 2014, 09:27 AM Post #48 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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It didn't take a genius to read someone's facial expression let alone the mood and emotions behind their eyes. As Artesia looked down to the man she was catching and pulling up it was as plain as day to her that there was something behind his brown eyes as her hands grasped a hold of his arms, was it relief? Well it made sense that he would have been relieved to have been caught and helped up but did that mean he had doubts as to whether or not she would actually do so? As she thought on that for a moment Artesia decided she couldn't blame him for it if he had, she had pretty much run ahead of him without explanation and she saw how that could have looked like abandoning him. Still, it kind of bothered her to be thought of in such a way as to be someone who would leave their comrade behind, especially after everything they'd been through so far and what he'd done for her. The time spent climbing the ledge allowed the group of people who were after the thieves to catch up to them and with nothing more than mere moments between the two parties there was never more urgency than at the current moment in time. Both Artorius and Artesia had to scramble to their feet and ignore any pain they may have been feeling if they wanted to avoid being captured and/or killed and without hesitation both did just that. The adrenaline that they were running on was likely to thank for their survival so far and as it pushed them both just enough to avoid being struck by a magical blast as they leapt into the portal it did what was left of its job. The portal closed behind the pair as they leapt through it and while it did it acted as a sort of shield for them at the same time when only a tiny fraction of the magical blast which had been fired after them made it through. The sensation of being pulled through time and space was a somewhat familiar one for Artesia after the incident back at the wheat field but it wasn't one she was used to just yet. It reminded her of being on a rollercoaster when your stomach failed to keep up with the rest of you but on a much grander scale, and instead of it being just your stomach it was more like your entire collection of insides were struggling to keep up. Yeah, it wasn't the greatest ride of the year that was for sure but at least it meant safety so that was a huge plus. With a tumble the pair of thieves fell from the portal seemingly propelled forwards by their leap moments earlier and as they did what part of the blast had made it through after them gave chase. The red fireball like mass of magic would shoot out barely missing the pair as they fell just below it and as it slammed into the wall across from them it left a large scorch mark in its wake. Looking up at it from her place belly down on the hard and cold ground she'd landed on Artesia couldn't help but realise how much it would have hurt if it had hit. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jan 1 2014, 09:44 AM Post #49 |
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Stay the course.
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The sensation of being pulled through a rift in space-time was uncomfortable at best, nauseating at worst. Artorius certainly wasn't a fan of it. However, it at least saved them from an untimely death. Unfortunately, they weren't completely safe just yet. Right now, Artorius was sprawled out across the concrete in the alley way. The blast from the impact had sent Artorius flying hard into the wall next to him, but he wasn't injured too much worse than he already was. The man struggled to get back on his feet, nearly falling into a pile of disheveled crates, boxes, and sacks, but managed to hold himself upright using the the nearby wall to recompose himself. The events of the day were difficult and arduous. Artorius was exhausted, both mentally and physically. The man couldn't help but solemnly hold Cassandra and Jean Barasavi in his mind - two people who had gave themselves up so that Artorius and Artesia could have a chance to survive. That took courage and willpower, moreso than Artorius could have expected from either of them. In the end, what they did was terribly altruistic, and Artorius couldn't help but wonder if he was capable of doing something like that. Though, as the throbbing and burning in his side reminded him, he realized that maybe they were rubbing off on him a bit. He did manage to save Artesia from a nasty fall, and in return he took much of the impact. Thinking about that more, Artorius' mind felt a little blurry and hazy, but at the same time warm as he thought about how Artesia had helped him reach up. It was a simple gesture, one that wouldn't mean anything in any other situation. It's simply helping someone out. But, for Artorius, that moment of familiarity he had just then had echoed a past experience that defined his livelihood for quite some time. Even now, that woman who had deserted him, had left a lasting mark. But, even though he wasn't realizing it himself, it didn't always have to be that way. Sometimes, people actually do cover for you and watch your back. The man had spent too much time on his own to make that realization so easily. Nevertheless, the two needed to get out of where they were. Glancing around, the man's brown-eyes darted back and forth as he scanned his surroundings. It appeared that they were in a nondescript alley on the southeast side. Grunting while limping forward, Artorius felt the rising sun on their faces. It was sunrise. For once, Artorius felt a bit safe in the sun. Those hit men wouldn't attack them in broad daylight. Not only that, where they had landed was quite convenient. "Come on, Artesia... I know a place where we can hide for awhile," Artorius said to her. "And, back there... Never mind. It's nothing," he finished, sounding quite apprehensive. Though, he would have said - thank you, but found himself unable to spit it out. |
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| Lightning | Jan 1 2014, 10:13 AM Post #50 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Artorius might have staggered to his feet and only just barely managed to prevent himself from falling into a pile of trash left out for collection but Artesia had a slightly more graceful time of it all, well if you call stumbling forwards and almost smashing back down to the ground more graceful anyway. For some reason the woman's foot was numb and as she found that out she'd been forced to double step and right herself so as to avoid kissing the pavement. Perhaps she'd fallen on it funny coming out of the portal or something, either way it wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world and so she wasn't about to make a big deal out of it, especially not when Artorius was in far worse shape. "Right-o" She replied quickly to Artorius's mention of knowing where to go next, she'd have thrown out one of her places that she stayed but considering she only had placed she 'borrowed' and not one of her own odds were none of them would have worked out too well. Artorius hadn't finished his second thought before dismissing it but Artesia was pretty sure she had it figured out, "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" She smirked. The sun had been rising just as the pair made their return to the surface and with its golden glow shining upon them it was as if they were being welcomed back. It would have been a rather relaxing and peaceful sight to see if they weren't both worse for wear and perhaps they wouldn't have been in the same rush they were currently were as they hobbled their way through the streets of Dandelion. It was a rather pitiful sight for anyone that might have seen them, both were young and healthy with bodies to show for it and yet if you only saw their shadows you'd be forgiven for thinking they might have been in their matured years for the hunched over and hobbling nature of them. As they walked along Artesia noticed the glance that a lone individual gave them as they jogged through the streets and glancing across to Artorius she figure out why almost instantaniously. "Cover up before you give some old lady a heart attack." Artesia would quip as she took off the hoodie she'd been wearing during the night and offering it out in a fashion so that Artorius had only to push his arms through it in order to don it. The question was; was she saying for him to cover up his wounds so as not to draw attention to himself because of his injuries OR was she talking about his killer abs which by rights should not be flashed around carelessly for the danger of causing women to spontaneously conceive and the risk of men finding themselves questioning their sexuality? Well you see, that was for her to know and you never to find out. [Thread End] |
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