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| 裁 kanna | May 11 2017, 02:50 AM Post #21 |
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" You may leave me behind, content on thinking that nothing that has transpired in these woods is in the least bit important, but you now have a witness to your little secret. In the same way, you now know one of mine." While everything else Leonidas spewed from his vocal chords; the very ones that Kanna honestly wished to rip out of his throat, was arbitrarily agreeing to disagree, it was the last few words that weren’t so easy for her to swallow, not with her dignity intact. As he poorly shined and cleaned his blade, the lady stared at him with unwavering hues of midnight blue, simply watching his movements. He had lost interest in this rendezvous because she wasn’t willing to fight but he knew not of her true reasons behind the denial. However, much like him, she wasn’t going to allow him the satisfaction of getting the last word – as it appeared, both of them desired to share wisdom with the other, a respect in and of itself. Closing the gap between their positions and walking past Azazal, grabbing it casually from the earth to trail behind her, Kanna listened to his words again, only forcing herself to stop at the very last syllable dripping from his lips. "With that in mind, mutual respect would probably be a better option rather than a half-witted rivalry, don't you think?" Though the distance wasn’t much and Leonidas was in an predicament being folded up on the ground, Kanna re-sheathed the dirtied black blade of Azazal with a soft shake of her head. “Mutual respect, you ask of me?” she began, winding a single finger around the blood-soaked material of her wound, “Respect is earned, not given so whimsically. You ask of my respect, though you may never have it but earn it, a possibility.” Her precious vitae pooled in the center of her belly, twirling around itself for a second or two in confused circles, and suddenly began forming a thick line of crimson that slithered up and around her throat where it remained while she continued to speak. “As for secrets,” her voice shifted, becoming far more cold and menacing as her stare intensified, “You offered yourself to me, it would have been indecent of me to refuse you. My murder is as it appears to be – I care not if your intentions are to involve those of the law, I will not keep you from them. Threats are hollow words, Leonidas, words I find fruitless in this instance.” Facial blood joined the rotating ring of sanguine around Kanna’s neck until there were only empty wounds on her flesh from both sources and with a delicate flick of her wrist, she opened her mouth to insert the crimson liquid back into her body. With nothing left to consume, the magic fell apart as well as her composed demeanor… “I leave you with the nothing that you are, the insignificance you posses, and the proclamation of finding equality between those who are consequential and inconsequential. No such thing exists – race, gender, age, financial status, all of those things yet more are simply unrelated to a person’s significance to another. You are blind to the world around you.” Shitpost. My apologies. D: |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | May 13 2017, 02:39 AM Post #22 |
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Verba volant, scripta manent.
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Each step the white-haired girl took forward he analyzed, unblinking as her blade plowed through black soil with a degree of carelessness akin to a rabid animal's tracks. The blonde-haired man's sword was easily within reaching and maneuvering distance, that wasn't what concerned him in the slightest. It was more or less her demeanor of meticulously crafted lazy taunts that perplexed him. Understanding Kanna's motives was one thing. Understanding why exactly she hadn't departed yet was another entirely. A sliver of it was revealed in her next words, but why her actions seemed to contradict one another told more. "You strike a hard bargain there," he replied with the taste of sarcasm on his tongue. With a audibly softer tone, almost like an after thought, Leonidas continued, eyes tracing the movement of her finger, a small smile creeping onto his visage as her blood started to animate itself. "Magic truly is an embodiment of oneself." To a fault, he spoke the truth. But, there was a fatal flaw in such an idea, for not all things in a person could be touched by the mysterious force, no matter how all-powerful magic seemed at times. In some cases, people changed themselves to suit their magic. In others, the energy shed light, or the absence of it, on the individual, but didn't define them. He knew both aspects far too well, but for Kanna, he didn't bother explaining the whole truth. As she continued, he turned his head in the slightest way, hearing and seeing her shift in tone but not adapting his own. "I would never do such a foolish thing as to turn you in, Kanna. Others will not hesitate; fate will not hesitate as the blood is already on yours hands, and I suspect it has been for a substantial amount of time, or at least considering your lifetime. Still, persecution is nothing but a secondary punishment. Isolation is the true one. I am sure you know this, even if you deny it." She didn't stop with her playful use of magic there. He had met many a blood mage before, and Kanna was no exception to the rule of insanity that tended to follow such a breed. Her statements were strung high upon a wire, begging to be brought down to more realistic heights, but the crimson-eyed man said nothing for a while, waiting for the girl to walk away. When it became evident she would do no such thing, that she would go back on her word, he waited longer. Self-centeredness was something Leonidas was all too familiar with. Kanna just happened to posses a great quantity of it. It was shown clearly by her inability to reason, her refusal to accept others. The man knew all too well what ignorance led to. Although he had the tendency to act, and sometimes think, like he was above others, deep down there was the truth. He was nothing more then a pathetic excuse of a person who had lived for far too long. Breathing in deeply, Leonidas finally answered. "Have you ever studied history? Those who are told that they are lower than dogs, those who are ridiculed by society time and time again, they are the people that tend to make it, or die trying. I've seen it all happen before. A single action can put forth a thousand more, just like a single flaw in a person will be exploited by the current of time if not by others. Whether or not people choose to believe this is the real question. In a way, everyone is blind, dear. So, if you think I am nothing in this world, if you think anyone is insignificant without knowing their story, then go ahead and take your leave. The truth isn't an easy thing to possess." |
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| 裁 kanna | May 14 2017, 10:46 PM Post #23 |
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Everything Leonidas stated held fact; every word was calculated and precise, an obvious testament to his age and the lifetimes he’d lived, however, that simply did not change the way Kanna viewed the world despite his efforts to enlighten her. Rewinding time a bit, when the Blood Mage was nothing but a mindful child being groomed for the inheritance she’d eventually take, she knew very little of the outside world. She was taught other languages and histories of the world, trained excessively for physical warfare, practiced magic as well as the mannerisms of a lady, but she was never taught how to be a normal human being. Her reality had been warped at a very impressionable age, something Leonidas didn’t know, and instead of consisting of normality with exceptional moral lines, Kanna’s brain was wired completely different than most. Though no fault of her own, she held enough intelligence to eventually know the difference between good and evil with her interactions around normal society which then lead to her complex facades. The person that Leonidas was envisioning and scolding, lecturing and attempting to apprise wasn’t the real person that Kanna was. Under the shell of a woman she was, the void that he witnessed before him, a truly terrible machination of a human soul lay dormant and was only to be seen in fits of rage that he could never provoke. For a second or two, the Lady mused over his words and decided that enough was enough. Their playtime was over and despite his reasoning for the underdog’s ability to win, she thought it best to stop with this charade and walk away. She had tried to sway his logic, had tasted his inner secret, but with all that had been said and done, there was nothing further to discuss. Leonidas desired battle while she desired virgin fear, something he honestly couldn’t offer her. Slowly, very delicately and gracefully, Kanna completely closed the gap and knelt down to stare into his crimson eyes, looking at him with her own absent hues of depthless blue. “The difference between you and I,” she stated, pursing her lips ever so slightly to smirk, “Is that when you awaken, your nightmares end. The screams of past days fade, your heartaches mend instantly, a reality where you are perfectly fine exists, but the truth here is that my screams, my heartaches, and my realities co-exist with my nightmares. You are unafraid of me because you assume to know what it is that I am, that you may relate to what lurks in my darkness…” Kanna abruptly stood, waving her hand in a poor attempt to lazily bid her goodbye. “I care of no person’s story, Leonidas, as no person cares of mine. Solitude is a fate worse than death, I can only agree with that, but sometimes, it is that solitude that fertilizes and nourishes the growth of something far more powerful than hatred or love. Take solstice in that knowledge, darling, and I bid you a good evening.” With those final words, Kanna took her leave and made an exit. They may come across each other one day, but she wasn’t looking forward to it or holding her breath for said day. EXIT |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | May 15 2017, 04:04 AM Post #24 |
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Verba volant, scripta manent.
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"Perhaps." A singular word, spoken with a hollow voice and absence of expression. Whilst the girl's face formed a malignant smile, his had reverted to a completely blank slate, an unassuming stare as his eyes met hers. The crimson-eyed man's emotions were buried under such a facade, but Kanna's words had cut deeper then she would ever know. There was a degree of reassurance in them, that he was not an open book, but the assumption she had made painted a darker picture then that. Leonidas's usual callous and seemingly nonchalant composure, and even when he showed his genuine sincerity, it all hid the utter devastation that consumed his soul. The actions he took that seemed to have no purpose, they served nothing but distractions to dull his conscious. It was when these things were absent that Leonidas bore the full weight of his transgressions and loneliness. They never dissipated though. The one person that could help him was gone. He didn't know her situation. Complementing that, what she said next he could understand and agree with more clearly. People were far too self-centered to truly listen to one's life story, to put it into the perspective of the world and themselves. In ways, it didn't really matter, for a person's story was nothing but an end result. The blonde-haired man didn't want anyone knowing about his, that much was a given. He did not know if Kanna felt the same. Indifference. Whether or not the girl meant to portray such a word, it was what came to his mind. More then hate, more then fear, it was the driver of suffering. If people didn't turn a blind eye to the anguish the world exuded, there would far less of it. Perhaps hate was the root of the tree, but indifference was the water that made it grow. There were always bystanders, always people that could have stopped horrors, but chose inaction. In ways, they were worse then the aggressor. "Good night," Leonidas replied as Kanna finished. His voice was still dull, but his gaze shifted to watch her exit the clearing, soon after to be engulfed in the darkness of the forest. After she was out of sight, the man closed his eyes, a deep breath following close behind. Jaw clenched, he sat there for several minutes, almost completely unaware of his surroundings. Reminiscence dripped his thoughts, tearing apart any previous sense of calm he had obtained. Slowly, he opened his eyes and stood, clipping Calamitas back onto his belt. Hand running across the trees of the eerie forest, Leonidas walked away from the scene. "If only that were the truth." End of a beginning. |
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| 主 ajimeister | May 15 2017, 05:15 AM Post #25 |
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Leon-Kun: 2 SP, 550,000 Jewels Kanna-Chan: 2 SP, 600,000 Jewels An intriguing thread. Well done, both of you. This topic has been completed and graded by our staff, now been resolved, it is therefore closed and move to our library. This is an automatic message. |
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