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| [Graded]Act One, Scene One: The End of a Life | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 20 2014, 02:11 AM (886 Views) | |
| Morgana | Jan 20 2014, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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Diane's body was numb as she walked. After so long off her feet, going without good food or exercise, walking for... a week? Was a lot more taxing than it would have been normally. She hadn't eaten much either, since she'd left the compound. She'd found some wild berries here and there, which was probably the only reason she could move at all. She'd discovered another of her little... things, while looking for food. He'd helped her find the food, and kept her from eating a couple of poisonous mushrooms. Not that she really cared at this point. She was away from the cult, but for how long? They were just going to let her go. She was exhausted, and her mind was so wrapped up in itself that she didn't notice as she walked onto the road. She'd been avoiding it because of something the Sylph had said, but she didn't notice it now. But, she probably wouldn't have changed course even if she had. She really didn't care about getting captured again anymore. Did she have the power to protect herself out in the world? Hell, did she even have the power to keep herself alive? She had nothing! No clothes. No money. No real talents. What good was acting going to do her? She twitched involuntarily when she thought about acting. She didn't want to do that anyway. All she had were these... stupid invisible tattoos, and prison clothes. Maybe she could pretend the tattoos weren't there? Change her hair color and find something that she could do, and then they wouldn't be able to find her. Ahead, the outskirts of the city loomed, not that she had noticed yet. Who was she trying to kid? They would find her, and she could still feel what they did to her. Maybe it was all in her head, but she felt like she could still feel the ink sometimes. She'd spent hours at that creek trying to scrub it away, but she couldn't. She had a feeling that she would never be able to. She was finally snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a train whistle in the distance. She looked up, finally noticing the city around her. She blinked and stood there, her mind blank as she looked around. She never thought that she'd actually make it somewhere populated, by anyone other than the cultists, anyway. She'd been expecting those cloaks to come out from behind every tree, or even out from under the ground, snatch her back, and drag her back. She was exhausted, starving, broke, alone, and hadn't had a proper wash with soap (aside from when they disinfected a single spot for the tattoo) in eight months, but for the first time since she'd watched her home burn to the ground, she had hope. She felt her legs begin to buckle beneath her, but she struggled to stay on her feet and stumble forward, trying to figure out where she was. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Jan 20 2014, 04:22 AM Post #2 |
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OOC: Link to Morgana's character for my own Archive reference - http://s1.zetaboards.com/Fairy_Tail_Guild/topic/5345589/1/ Varriden kept his greatsword by his side as he sat on board one of the train's many cars, just one of multiple trains headed for Oshibana that day. It was a rather central location, and saw alot of tourists moving through there, less interested in Oshibana itself than in its ability to send them to more interesting locales, though some were eager to leave because of the rumored seediness of the local citizens. Varriden himself had gotten on the train not far from Empyrea Academy, where he'd grown up and learned his magic, or rather, discovered it, as the magic he possessed, Archive, was one of the few not truly covered there, as it encompassed nearly every other magic, at least in part. Takeover and Summoning were two of the few exceptions, and Dragon Slayer to some extent, though he had failed to see any while learning as a student there. Such a pity. Varriden startled slightly when the train began grinding slowly to a halt - meaning they were at their destination, as the trains didn't go much farther past here. This station was central, but not in the usual fashion of being able to travel through it and keep going. More like a side-point that was connected to a bunch of other points, but all on one side of it, if you happened to see it on a map. As if Oshibana station was the northern point on a hammock, holding it up, and every other part of it branched outward from there. Varriden grabbed his greatsword by the handle, swinging it a light half-circle to secure it on his back again, shifting again to make sure it was on right and wouldn't fall off if he moved around too much. Last thing he needed was to accidentally drop the one possession he had that he had sentimental value towards. Especially one that could hurt someone if it landed on them. Varriden walked out of his seating section and down the main aisle of the car, moving to the next car, then out the door to the station proper, making a small jump to clear the gap between the car and the train platform, though in truth it was really just a long step. He walked out of the station proper, hearing the whistle of the train in the distance behind him - it was already turning around in preparation to board more passengers and disembark on another lengthy trek. As he walked, he kept his eyes peeled for a place to eat - he'd passed up the chance to have something to eat on the train, having had breakfast not long before, but it'd been long enough that his stomach was starting to growl at him. He didn't see any places to grab a quick bite just yet, but what he did see surprised him - a young girl in tattered rags. Judging by how she was moving, she wasn't some poor homeless girl - though she could have played the part - but more had the look of being worn from exertion and travel. Varriden walked up to her, looking concerned. "Excuse me, miss, but are you alright?" Edited by Balmung6, Jan 20 2014, 04:24 AM.
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| Morgana | Jan 21 2014, 04:09 AM Post #3 |
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Diane had never been anywhere further than the resort before, so as she looked around, she might as well have been on another planet. She continued to stumble her way forward, it not really occurring to her that most people probably assumed she was homeless. Her unwashed, oily hair wasn't quite as noticeable as it could have been, seeing as they had just about sheered it off so it didn't get in the way of the tattoos on her face and neck. Her lips were dry and cracked, and there were serious bags under her eyes. Even if these things did occur to her, it's not like there was a lot she could do about it. Even if she had money to spend on a public bathhouse, she didn't have soap or shampoo or any of that fun stuff to go along with it. She froze a bit when she saw someone with a large blade approaching her. She had never seen a real weapon before she was abducted, just the occasional foam props that were at the theater. After that, when she saw a weapon it was being used to hurt her, or someone that was trying to escape. She flinched rather noticeably when he spoke to her. She made a note to curb that, in the future. If they found her, she didn't want them to know she was scared. She hadn't let them see it in their base, why let them see it out of it? "I'm... fine..." she said, although she wasn't really in a place to be convincing about. He could be a cultist sent to find her. Her voice was enough to give her away, though, because of the parched roughness to it. On the back of her hand, a magic circle slowly began to appear, glowing green. Her legs wobbled visibly as she slammed her eyes shut. "No, no, no," she muttered, trying to force the circle to go away. "Not now." After a few moments of concentration the magic faded, and she opened her eyes again, breathing in short, panicked breaths. "I'm fine," she repeated, more to herself this time than anyone else. Her words would be rendered useless just a moment later as her legs bucked underneath her, and her stomach let out a loud growl. "I... I'm fine," she grumbled, this time not even selling it to herself. She was too weak to fight back if he tried to drag her back at this point. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Jan 21 2014, 05:41 AM Post #4 |
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Varriden paused as the girl flinched away. Clearly she was bothered by something, but it wasn't clear yet as to just what that thing was that she didn't care for. Her voice was a little shot, too, like someone who had a very parched throat. What happened next surprised him somewhat - a green magical circle sprung up on the back of her hand, but it seemed like she didn't have anything to do with it, as she began yelling no as it glowed brighter, but then stopped when the glow - and the circle - faded. She's suppressed whatever magic she'd been trying to hold in, but the effort had clearly cost her. Her legs were shaking - before they gave out entirely, that is. Her breath was more rapid than it had been mere moments ago, as well. This clearly wasn't the first time she had to 'force' the magic back against her will. "I know enough about magic to know you are a far cry from fine, miss." Varriden said, kneeling next to her so that he was on the same level as her. Her stomach interjected the conversation about to happen with a loud growl. "Judging by your condition, you've been like this for awhile. Stay here for a moment." Varriden stood up and walking into a nearby general store, returning with a bottle of water and a plastic container of applesauce, the lid already peeled back and a plastic spoon stuck in it. "Get this in your system first," Varriden insisted, holding the items out towards her. "I'm guessing it's been awhile since you've had a decent meal, so start with this and eat it slow - otherwise your stomach will just have a fit and send it back up. Same with the water, slow sips." Varriden didn't know any healing magic, but he'd learned how to deal with basic stuff like extreme exhaustion or hunger and thirst back at the academy. Honestly, he wanted to talk about the magic circle, but she'd just collapsed, nearly, just pushing it back once. He didn't want to trigger another episode for the sake of his curiosity. |
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| Morgana | Jan 21 2014, 06:33 AM Post #5 |
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Erja and Plamen had tried to get her to summon them a couple of times on her escape, but she didn't really want anything to do with them right now. How many people would, really? Sure, they had helped her escape and find food, but the cultists branded her with their tattoos, and dozens of others! How many people would think that they probably had the best of intentions? Sure, Plamen seemed like just a baby animal, but still.... She still had control over their summoning though, she had to speak their names. But she really wasn't in any kind of place to want to walk around with the back of her hand or her thigh glowing. She tried to protest as he ran off, thinking to try to get away, but she didn't have any voice or the ability to move anymore. She'd never been the most athletic person on earth, but a week of walking preceded by 8 months of your muscles atrophying in a jail cell didn't do her any favors. Suppressing the circle had been the straw that broke the camel's back. When he came back with the water and food, she looked at it hesitantly for a moment before taking it. Was... was he actually being nice to her? Or maybe he had drugged it, or something. But, if he had to drug her to take her in the position she was, he was a lot more pathetic than he looked. She carefully reached over and took them, sniffing the water a bit before deciding she didn't care and starting to drink. She didn't want to follow the orders, but she also didn't want to throw up, so she was careful with the eating. She had thrown up when Plamen had given her a handful of mushrooms and she'd scarfed them all down at once. She'd assumed it was the mushrooms, but maybe not. After a few minutes she was done with the apple sauce and looked down at herself for a moment. "Thank... thank you," she said, trying, and failing to stand back up, before shuffling over a little bit so she was sitting on the side of the road instead of kneeling in the middle of it. She didn't really want to get run over by something, or someone, in a hurry, now that she could actually think a little bit. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Jan 22 2014, 05:22 AM Post #6 |
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The girl hesitated before accepting the food and water. Clearly whatever experience had left her in this pitiful state had given her a strong distrust of other people. Though Varriden supposed he couldn't blame her. If he'd been left in that condition thanks to a person, he'd be wary of strangers as well. She did thank him, though, which was a bonus. After she ate, she regained her composure, if only a little - at least she was actually sitting down now instead of kneeling on the ground out of exhaustion. An improvement, to be sure. "Glad I could be of some help, miss." Varriden said, taking a seat near her on the edge of the road, his back against the divider along the road's edge. He didn't sit too close to her, however - didn't want to risk her getting jumpy again if he tried to approach before she was ready to interact with people more comfortably. "Now, I wanted to ask this beforehand, but your condition at the time came first - what's with that green magical circle on the back of your hand? Or the one that was there, since it's not at the moment," he said, glancing at the unbroken skin on the back of her hand. "From the look of it, it seemed to be a summoning circle, but the design was a little different from any I've seen before. More.....primal. Less bound. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, but it's less.....orderly, than most summons? Bah, there's a word that works for describing it, it just won't rise to the surface of my mind," Varriden said with mild irritation, scratching the back of his head idly. |
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| Morgana | Jan 25 2014, 05:02 AM Post #7 |
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Diane frowned a bit when he asked about the circle. Now, it was a perfectly normal for someone to want to know about a glowing mark on a stranger's arm. But, for the last eight months the only time someone had mentioned the mark had been when someone in the cult was talking about her. They were talking about where they were going to put it on her, trying to pressure her into activating them in her cell, talking about the destruction she would bring their enemies when she was unleashed on them. If they could see the two she had summoned they would probably change their mind on that last point. Neither of them particularly seemed like they were much of a danger to anyone. Maybe Plamen, in a few years. Erja seemed like she might just try and nag them to death. "It's... nothing," she muttered. She wasn't going to get up and run from someone just because he asked about the mark. Not that she, you know, could. Still, her mind went straight there... not that it had ever really left there. "Just one of those things people are into now." Living in a theater that was at least partially run by her grandparents meant she never really had gotten into anything pop or modern, not even when it came to plays. If it was younger than 50 years her grandparents weren't really interested in letting it be put on. The closest she'd gotten to it was the magic that let people change their hair color, and that was because it was in the prop room so they didn't have to use the wigs. Even that was only gotten when her mother had a massive freakout when she went to put one on and a nest of spiders fell out. When he seemed to analyze that it was a summon circle from just a glance, she swallowed hard, trying her best to nudge away from him. "It's nothing," she repeated. She wouldn't really have the slightest clue what he was talking about, even if she did know. Some people might willingly do this to themselves, putting themselves through all those tormenting hours of getting the marks, but she wasn't one of them. The cultists hadn't even seemed to know what they were doing with the circles, except for the tattoo artist, and she'd never actually spent any extended time with him. Well, other than when he had been tattooing her. "I don't want to go back," she whimpered. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Jan 26 2014, 02:19 AM Post #8 |
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He noted the change in expression when he mentioned the circle he'd seen on the back of her hand. Apparently it's very existence was a touchy subject for her. Even when she tried to brush it off as nothing, there was a noteworthy pause in her words. Varriden shook his head with a small smile. "Glowing tattoos? I spent my years growing up in the biggest site for mages in the entire country, and I never once saw any of those." He would have pointed at the tattoo to make his point, but, like before, still gone. The next thing she said, not wanting to go back, was a far darker sign, hinting that this poor girl had gotten that tattoo against her will. and few things were more dangerous than magic forced upon an unwilling user. Varriden's expression didn't change, but one hand, the one opposite the girl, clenching into a fist with anger at the thought of someone abusing this poor girl. He'd known she was in a bad sort when he first saw her, just on how she looked and her condition, but apparently there were scars on the inside as well. "Ah....I see." Varriden leaned back against the guard rail on the roadside and let out a long sigh. "I don't know what happened, but I won't talk about it anymore if it bothers you that much. I honestly do want to see your magic, but not at the cost of making you uncomfortable. I at least hope that you're doing better now than you were then, if marginally. I've found that a change of scenery can help invigorate the mind somewhat, set the ideas to flowing. Sort of like how stagnant water can look clear if you give it a path to move down." |
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| Morgana | Jan 26 2014, 04:44 AM Post #9 |
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She flinched when he picked apart her excuse. Maybe she could make a break for it now? She didn't really have all that much more energy than she did a moment ago so it seemed like she'd had a moment ago, but she could at least try? Better that she try to run, and maybe it'd get someone else's attention, and maybe get away, then go back to that place. They wouldn't give her the chance to escape again... and they'd said they were going to move her somewhere else for 'training'. After what their idea of training had been in the first place, she wasn't eager for any more. A shiver filled her body as she pulled her arms tight around herself. When he said that he was curious about her magic, but didn't want to make her uncomfortable, she... relaxed, just a little bit. She really didn't understand anything else he said, but it was... pretty? She really wasn't used to that whole mysticism in speaking thing, when the person speaking wasn't on a stage. And her grandmother wasn't available to ask for a translation, so she just gave a little half nod and tried to look like she was doing something other than wiping the small amount of tears out of her eyes. Which was a little bit of surprising, at least, to her. She hadn't thought she'd had anymore tears left. "Thank you for the food," she said, putting her hands on the ground and trying to stand up. She was marginally successful, slumping a bit into the rail. Not that she could go anywhere. She needed to hold onto the rail to stay up, and he was in her way to go in one direction, and she had no intention of going back in the direction she'd come from. So, she just took a moment and stood there, taking a deep breath and trying not to look the man in the eye. She also took that moment to realize she had no money, and no way to make any. She couldn't help but find herself staring at his guild tattoo as her mind turned. (If she wouldn't be able to see it, I'll change it.) Edited by Morgana, Jan 26 2014, 04:44 AM.
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Jan 27 2014, 10:15 PM Post #10 |
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In all honesty, Varriden wasn't trying to pick at her to try and make her admit what the issue was, persay, but more than he had an inkling of what the issue might be and was trying to help in a roundabout way without actually mentioning the subject itself. An awkward way to go about it, but less blunt than just broaching the topic again. It did seem to help her calm down a little - while still looking alarmed, she looked a little less like a stray cat waiting for the right moment to bolt away into the night. "It's alright - you looked like you really needed something to eat, if only a little bit." She slowly tried to stand, and was shakily holding onto the rail, and barely, at that, but she managed to eventually get to her feet, Varriden waiting until she was almost up to stand up himself. Dusting the dirt from the ground off of his pants, he noted the girl staring at the tattoo on his arm. He rolled his shoulder slightly so he was looking at it as well. "Interested in this? This is my guild tattoo, showing my membership in the Lamia Scale guild. Got it awhile back, though honestly, not long enough back to feel like it was a long time ago." Varriden looked back at the girl. "With your magic, you might be able to join one, if that's what you have in mind, but that would require being able to use your magic at will. It wouldn't have to be strong - not at first, at least, no one expects powerhouses to just waltz in and join up - but they'd probably at least ask that you can control your magic before they let you go out on missions and the like. Though you could always just hang out at the guild hall until you got that settled." |
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