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| Topic Started: Aug 13 2009, 05:39:40 PM (306 Views) | |
| EmbraceDeath | Aug 13 2009, 05:39:40 PM Post #1 |
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Tenma walked through the fiery land. He felt oddly at home here, something it guessed had to do with the few demonic traits he had got after his victory. His white hair swirled in the wind, and his red eyes were focused, ready to spot anything that moved. He knew that you could never be to careful, and beings that would kill him could appear at any moment. That was the truth of this world, and he hated it. He hated everything about it, and he wanted to change it. And with his powers, he would change it. He had been left alone the moment the people had seen what he had become, and he knew that it would be the same wherever he went. That was why he had to create a new land, one that would not discriminate the misfits, but embrace them and welcome their different abilities. And now, he was searching for a proper place to start building that land. And the fiery land he was in now seemed to hold a good enough hostility, to keep those who would seek to harm the misfits from doing so. His brown robe flapped in the wind, just barely revealing the tight leather armor covering his legs. He yawned, and decided to find a good place to rest, since he had been walking almost the entire day. |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 17 2009, 10:50:54 AM Post #2 |
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Sir Edward had been having a good day up until that point. He'd travelled to Vulcan to get his armour fitted and repaired properly. He'd wanted to change the design a bit and even that small change to his shoulder-armour was hard. As Edward had shrouded his armour in magical enchantments and suchlike ilk, he'd forgotten to make them heat-transient. It was a failing of his: not paying attention to detail. He'd just spent the last four hours re-doing the whole set of enchantments so they encompassed the new armour. Several changes had been made but the overall design was the same. He'd changed the helmet completely. It covered his head and face still but it was made to be more threatening. It also let his hair completely out of the helmet so that it flowed down his back. Edward had just finished the last enchantment and was thoroughly tired. He couldn't even move that well. He was about to tuck into his third leg of roast mutton when a young lad with white hair and red eyes walking by in the distance. Edward felt it odd to see another person in so remote an area. Edward was perfectly at home in such lonely places so seeing another person made him slightly annoyed. He looked at the boy. A starved-looking boy...maybe Edward should offer him a little food? That would help make some friends for his current mission. He was supposed to go to the Dead Plains and investigate some links to immortality. He was supposed to destroy it but harboured a secret desire to use it before he did so. That way, he and the Unity got what they wanted. Everybody won. "Ho lad! Perhaps you'd tell me if you should like to have some lunch?" Edward asked loudly, his voice carrying over to the boy. Edward soon returned to his mutton without waiting for an answer. He would like to talk to someone else after a month on the road all on his lonesome. Even the anti-social got lonely once in a while. And Edward was keen to listen to something other than the rantings of the metal forger. A small girl sat near him munching on some lettuce and bacon on a rock. She was an odd girl that Edward had picked up a while ago. A young thing with pretty blue eyes and brown hair. She was only nine. Abandoned when raiders attacked her village. Edward had been to the far reaches of the south to follow the illusive immortality. Edited by Lord Drakoulis, Aug 18 2009, 06:06:23 AM.
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 17 2009, 04:03:52 PM Post #3 |
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Tenma, who had been busy thinking, was surprised by the sound of a human voice. He looked around and spotted a man in an armor designed to seem threatening and scary. It had a brownish tinge to it. As he quickly analyzed the situation, he replied. "Indeed, it would be nice to have something to eat. And someone to talk to as well. It has been a long time since I last talked to anyone." That was the truth, since this was the first place he had come to after being banished from his home. He hadn't thought about it earlier, but the sight of another human made him realize just how much he had longed to talk to someone. As he made his way towards the man, carefully making sure that his left arm would not be revealed, staying inside the robe, he noticed that there was a small girl there as well. She had brown hair, and as he moved closer, he noticed that she had blue eyes as well. He sat down in front of the man. "This is a very lonely and dangerous lands, what brings you here, and what is your name, fellow traveler?" He leaned back, but suddenly seemed to realize something and smiled in a apologizing way. "Sorry, it seems I've forgotten my manners. My name is Tenma, Tsuzui Tenma, that is." |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 18 2009, 06:35:50 AM Post #4 |
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Edward was about to reply to the question posed by this young white-haired man until the boy had introduced himself. What an odd name...Edward did not think of it as any notice and so continued to chew on his mutton until he'd finished listening to the boy, turning over how dangerous this boy was. He was very much looking forward to a conversation but his military training had him at constant awareness. He was very aware of the eminent danger of strangers. Besides, he was quite looking forward to a conversation that didn't concern the fate of Horundul. Edward could care less about global warming but it was odd how things seemed to be getting hotter. He hoped that he wouldn't have to go investigate. He seriously considered mutiny if he was told to go there. He disliked the south's climate. He'd cook in his own armour! "My name is Sir Edward Morgan good sir." Edward smiled, his helmet obscuring all but the bottom side of his chin as he looked into the dust-coloured sky. Vulken was such a boring and flat place. It wasn't as hot as Edward had first thought and was quite happy to stay here until he got a fresh lead on the Immortality thing. Why the Unity wanted him to destroy it was beyond him. As Edward looked at the boy he noticed that he was hiding his arm for some reason. This was odd. But Edward made no comment although he found himself staring at the hidden arm with burning curiosity. It was just how he was. Whenever he was curious about something people were sure to know he'd do everything in his power to find out about it. "Is there a problem with your arm? I can fix that if you so wish." Edward smiled, gathering Mana for any kind of healing spell he may require. After all, Edward was a Unity mage and it was his job to help anyone that needed it. It was also in his nature to help those who asked for it. |
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 18 2009, 08:11:40 AM Post #5 |
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As Edward introduced himself, Tenma smiled. He wasn't much for analyzing people which greated him in a friendly manner, and so, he felt relaxed, for all but the fact that he had to hide his arm, no matter what. As he noticed that it attracted the looks of Edward, he had to fight back a frown. He didn't want to seem upset that he was looking, since that most likely would pique the mans interest. He figured that some people might be ok with his demonic arm, but he didn't want to take any chances before he had learned more about the people he met. However, the words next spoken surprised him. "No, no. It's no problem at all. It's better not to think about it." He smiled again, but if Edward was analyzing his words, he would notice the faint warning in the last words. Tenma wasn't threatening him, he just considered it a fact that his arm should not be revealed to anyone. "More importantly, would you mind telling me what your business here is? After all, it is a dangerous land, especially when having a small girl with you." He really was concerned about the two. Especially if he would deem this place worthy of his new kingdoms creation. He knew that he would have to cause a lot of ruckus, and innocent people would be hurt. But, if possible, he would want to keep the damage to the innocents low, although he knew that he would do anything to ensure that his kingdom would be created. He needed a place where people like him would be acceptable. Closing in on the small group was a small number of bandits. They're leader watched as they spoke, although they were too far away to be heard. As one of his scouts returned and told him what valuables could be seen, as well as size of bags and such, he mused. Although his band was small, summing up in about ten loyal men, it wouldn't be a trouble against two men and a girl. And if they managed to get the girl alive, chances were that they would be able to sell her to slave traders. He ordered his men to slowly creep forward, until they were close enough to attack without giving the two men much of a chance. |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 19 2009, 02:45:27 AM Post #6 |
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"I'm here on a trip. Me and my...niece are on our way to visit a friend in Hydric." Edward lied quite easily. He faltered on the relashionship and hoped that the white-haired youth was quite stupid. Edward let the matter of the arm drop. All the better to leave things that shouldn't be meddled with. Edward looked around the plain. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He couldn't see anyone but he could just feel there eyes burning him. His armour clicked ominously as he loosened the dagger on his side. He had a sneaking suspicion that they were not alone. "And you? Strange for a boy of your age to be wandering the place alone." Edward spoke pointedly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. The little girl at his side had stopped eating and burped cavernously, moving between the two men as if to prevent any form of fight breaking out. Edward was getting slightly pissed at the people who were watching him. And like his magic, all his rage seemed to have an area of effect... |
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 19 2009, 03:45:48 AM Post #7 |
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Tenma smiled, and let their reason go. He was quite certain that Edward was lying about the relationship with the girl. The pause before he said niece made him believe that there was some other relationship, in truth. But the man had obviously let his arm pass, so the least he could do was to let their lie pass as well. As he looked at Edward, he noticed that he loosened his dagger. He was quite sure that he was not the reason for that, and he was certain that his arm would be quick enough to stop an attack, if that was what it was. However, if it was not, he might've sensed something that Tenma had missed. If so, he should be prepared as well. As he felt Edwards suspicious eyes after the mans question, he smiled once more, while trying to figure out if he should stick to the truth, or come up with a lie. Of course, if he were to tell the truth, he couldn't possibly tell him everything, since he had already brushed aside the matter of his arm. He eventually decided that he would reveal some truth, but weave in a lie as well. "Well, it's not so strange with my history. This white hair and red eyes, it scares a lot of people, you know. Especially in smaller towns, where they often are superstitious. Thus, I've been on my own a long, long, time. And right now, I'm searching for a place where people like me are accepted into society, instead of being treated like a freak." As planned, it hold quite a bit of truth. Indeed, he had been shunned by his family and friends because of the way he looked. And he intended to find a society where people like him would be accepted. Although he left out the part about him creating his own country for that matter. The small band of bandits were creeping closer and closer. They could hear scattered words from the two now. The leader smiled. It didn't seem as if they had been together for a long time, something that would make their ability to work as a team considerably worse than if they had had strong bonds. "Alright, men. This will be easy. We're going to get a little closer before we attack. Then you just have to make sure that you kill those two men. If possible, we have to keep the girl alive. If she seems to get in our way, try to avoid killing her, and just knock her out instead." He looked at the group. Soon, he would attack. Very soon. |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 19 2009, 10:20:34 AM Post #8 |
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Edward laughed broadly at the boy's comment on his history. He found it amusing to find a boy so honest. Usually they lied to him and said they were looking for treasure. Ha! Like a boy of that age would have such...childish motives. The lad was somewhat honest and this pleased Edward. "I know what that's like son! I've had that inverted on me." Edward smiled bitterly, thinking about the Guild and how many corpses lay piled at his feet. Blood on his hands and all that. He did feel guilty but he knew that he had to press on. "I was a young lad and already showing promise of magical talent. These Guild people came for me and inducted me. It wasn't long before I was tired of their rules. Broke out and fled the country. Idiots still insist on pursuing me..." Edward explained. He knew that this boy had suffered the exact, the very exact opposite to his predicament. From this, Edward could assume how it felt. Edward felt increasingly uncomfortable now. The boy must've felt it too because he seemed tense as well. All was not well with this little group. Someone was definitely watching. And Edward would have none of it. He collated the Mana of the air and sank his hand into the soft soil of the plains. With a very long spell he prepared a Release Spell to activate should anything happen. He felt some of the energy leave him as he looked across the plains. They were close now. He could feel them. "I think we're being watched..." Edward whispered to the other two, gathering strength like a dynamo. |
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 19 2009, 12:37:18 PM Post #9 |
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Tenma felt relieved that Edward had bought the half-truth, and laughed together with the man. As Edward told him about his history, he felt almost as if they shared a bond between their so very different histories. In fact, Tenma almost felt as if he could reveal the shape of his arm to the man, but his sense of caution about it kept him from doing it. As Edward whispered that they were watched, he nodded, before looking around, although he made it seem as if it were completely natural, and that he was not looking for something particular. He even took it so far as to speak with Edward, with random words. "Indeed, this is truly a desolate land, in many ways." The bandit leader crept forward with his men, when one of them suddenly screamed, as his hand had gone through a group of boulders , into a small trickle of lava. The leader cursed, and stood, not caring about whether they would be seen or not, they would've already reacted to the scream anyways, he was sure. "Alright lads, kill the men and capture the girl!" The bandits rushed forward, towards the group with a variety of tarnished weapons, wearing dirt-colored tarnished armor. Their screams promised death and robbery. As the bandits appeared, Tenma stood, looked back and forth between the bandits and Edward, before coming to a decision. "Alright, they're to many to handle with one arm, so I guess you'll have to see my secret. I will fight together with you now, but if you wish so later, I will take my leave. It was good to talk to someone at last." He quickly removed the cloak, revealing the tight leather-armor he was covered with, as well as the dark, demonic arm. He drew his katana, and made his arm into a sword. Before he began to run towards the bandits, he looked at Edward apologizingly. |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 19 2009, 01:10:53 PM Post #10 |
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Within those few seconds of revealing themselves, the bandits had signed their own death warrant. Edward's eyes flashed violet as he drew the strings of his spell closed upon the unfortunate victims of his magics. The bandits soon discovered that Edward Morgan was 3rd Class for a reason. The ground itself buckled upwards and skewered a few through their stomach. Edward saw the boy's demonic arm and gave a start. That start was enough for a bandit to jump at him, his dagger withdrawn. Edward flicked out his own dagger, grabbed the man's shoulder and slammed him to the floor. The armoured magician ended the life of the bandit with a slice across the throat. Edward licked his lips with a berserk happiness. Edward stamped his foot and let loose two torrents of flame from his hands. The bandits screeched as their clothing caught fire. Some were sensible enough to hit the ground and put out the flames while others screeched and bumped into each other with blind panic. Edward enjoyed the way he could instil such fear in the bandits. Soon enough, the combined efforts of Edward and Tenma had whittled down their originally pathetic force to almost nothing. Edward was covered in scratches and dents from weapons but he was still unharmed under all that protective layering. Two layers of steel and one of leather were very hard to get through with a rusty dagger. Edward raised a hand lazily and summoned his Cosmic Magic Set which was a set of Cosmic-type magic attacks and techniques. Soon, boulders were lifted from the ground, splitting into tiny splinters about the size of a pinky finger. Edward let them hang with his eyes burning with inhuman fury. "Shall we kill them? It would be kind to not let them hang for their crimes." Edward spoke pointedly. He saw a shiver pass through them to satisfying effect. Edward smiled. "Please sir! Just let us go! We'll do nothing ever again!" One of them begged almost pathetically. He tried to grab the clawed boot of Edward's armour but was roughly kicked back with a disgusted look from Edward. The little girl looked on with wide eyes. "I don't make the laws." Edward snarled, a strange bitter twinge to his voice that bespoke of his own disappointment with his lot in life. His accusatory look was almost pitying save for the hateful snarl on his features. "But you presume to deliver it! Who are you to execute us?" Another piped up. Edward inflated like a cockerel at that. His chest heaved with the sigh of superiority. It was the sound of one preparing to talk to an inferior. "I am Sir Edward Morgan! Unity Mage 3rd Class and trained by Tsar Nephat!" Edward shouted at the pathetic little group, his insatiable pride swelling his egotistical voice up to the point of suggesting 'compared to you I am Genes himself!'. The bandits did not talk to Edward after that. The little girl had moved over to Tenma with a look of fear in her eyes. It was such a horrible thing to see, a girl's hero descending into the pride of knighthood. |
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 19 2009, 02:12:08 PM Post #11 |
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Tenma had been hacking through his enemies, using both his left arm and his katana. As he saw the powerful magic, he was stunned. Even more so when Edward told the bandits his title. If it was true that Edward was a Unity Mage, it was good that he hadn't told him just how far his plans for reaching a kingdom of equality. If he ever executed them, it would be sure to made the Unity mad, and he had to be prepared to retaliate any ideas of taking back the land he would choose. It was no good if he had to fight a 3rd Class Mage at the time, especially not since he had begun to like Edward as a man. As his black arm reverted to the twisted, demonic, self, he noticed that the girl had walked over to him. He sheated his blade, and knelt before her, as he saw her fearful eyes. He did his best to keep his arm behind his body, as to not scare her further. "Don't worry, little one. This place is now harmless for you, and there is no one who wishes you or Edward harm." Of course, he had no idea what she actually was afraid of, but he guessed that that would be the main source of her fear. Both the bandits and his arm must've been quite shocking for the girl, he figured. The only flaw with his argument was that she shouldn't move close to him if she was afraid of his arm. He looked over to Edward, still keeping the arm as covered as possible, as he made his way towards the camp. "Do as you will with them. If you are a 3rd Class Mage, you are the one to execute the law. Although it would be easier for both of us if you were to kill them here and now, since the time to either make nooses or take them to a nearby city would be long." As he reached the camp once more, he picked up his robe and dressed himself in it once more, finally cloaking his arm again. Then, all of a sudden, one of the bandits talked again. It was the leader, who was slowly dying on the ground, with several gaping wounds on his body. "Who would've known... A demon and a mage... Our targets... Guess luck... wasn't... on our side today..." He coughed violently, before he shuddered and lay almost completely still, except for his ragged breath. Stung by the words of the bandit, Tenma had lost control of his rage. He hated when people called him a demon. He was not, and would never be, a demon. It was not his fault that this had happened to him after defeating a real demon! It was just not fair. As he walked forward, rage burning in his eyes, he transformed his arm into a hammer. "Who are you to call me a demon?! I'm not responsible for the way I am, and I hate when people judge me by my arm! Do you want to know how I got it?! I killed a demon! That's right, me, a human, killed a demon, and this was what happened to me afterwards! Don't judge me, you wretched worm, who feeds on other peopels weaknesses!" |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 21 2009, 11:13:30 AM Post #12 |
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Edward grunted at the boy's order to kill them. He sat on the floor to recuperate some of the energy he'd lost in that fight. Some of the magic he'd used had been exceedingly tough on his energy reserves. Edward watched as the bandit's last words floated over to Edward as the man died slowly under the wounds he'd endured. "Who are you to call me a demon?! I'm not responsible for the way I am, and I hate when people judge me by my arm! Do you want to know how I got it?! I killed a demon! That's right, me, a human, killed a demon, and this was what happened to me afterwards! Don't judge me, you wretched worm, who feeds on other peopels weaknesses!" Tenma spoke. Edward felt a pang of respect for the boy. Edward was increasingly enjoying this little excursion. "Well said lad. These maggots deserve death." Edward snarled pulling his dagger from his belt and carving a design into the dirt. It was the first spell Edward used to execute people with in the old days at the castle when he trained. He'd executed people before but it never got any easier. Edward was about to utter the Curse of Flames spell that would incinerate anyone inside the circle. It made Edward insensible but it was clean. Edward drew in breath and threw his hands wide. A tug came at his chain-mail. It was the little girl. "No." She denied. Edward couldn't discern what she meant by that. Then it hit him. "They were going to hurt you...or worse!" Edward explained, trying to hold back the mana that was collating in his body. It was ever so slightly painful for him to do so. She shook her head and turned from Edward. The armoured mage's eyebrows met in a frown of concentration. That little girl was more than she seemed to be. Shrugging, Edward flicked his fingers and spoke the spell. The drain was so furious that Edward sank to his knees then onto all-fours as the men were incinerated within the white-hot flames. Edward fell asleep and the flames subsided. There were still a few flames there but they'd done their work now: no prisoner, dead or alive, was visible now. Edward's eyes were closed but he was awake. He was drowsy and very groggy. He was lucky that he'd stopped the spell so soon. "In the name of the Unity I hereby condemn the bandits present to death." Edward spoke drowsily. The little girl kicked him then preceded to hop about on one foot, clutching her stubbed toe. She was obviously angry that Edward had not spared the bandits. |
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 23 2009, 09:25:41 AM Post #13 |
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Tenma backed of as he saw Edward making a spell. Blood dripped from his demonic arm, a token of the man he had just crushed. As the anger subsided, and he realized what he had done, he felt bad, but decided to try and not to show it to the others. He looked up as he realized the spell had not been cast yet, and noticed that the girl was trying to stop Edward. Then, all of a sudden, the spell was completed and the bandits were incinerated by the man. As the girl kicked him, only to stubble her toe against his armor, he couldn't help but smile. He made certain that his arm was, once again, hidden beneath the brown robe, before he made his way towards the two. He gently grabbed the girl by her shoulders and spoke. "Listen, sweetheart, those people were bad. And they were the sort that just won't change their behavior, even if we did spare them. It's a sad thing that people die, that they succumb to evil and that they have a hard time turning back to what's good, but that's life. The only thing that can be done towards men like these is to execute them, according to law, and thus protect others from their attacks." He looked at Edward, who seemed to be in a pretty bad shape. Then he turned to the girl again. "You know, I think Edward needs to rest, and since he has done nothing to mention my... condition... I guess it's ok if I stick around. So, let's let him rest, what do you say, sweetheart?" Although the speech was mostly meant to calm the girl down, he had a faint belief in it as well. However, his real opinion wasn't that it was sad that people fell to evil, he saw that as a token of a weak mind. People had more or less the same troubles, but it was how they reacted to those that defined if they were good or evil. And, the idea of good and evil was pretty ridiculous, even so. After all, his plans would most likely make him an evil man, but his intentions were good, and the people who would be helped by his ideas would see him as a good man. Really, most of the time it was all depending on the stronger forces to decide who was good and who was evil. However, he was certain that bandits and thieves were truly evil. |
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| Lord Drakoulis | Aug 23 2009, 11:18:10 AM Post #14 |
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The little girl stared at Tenma with narrowed eyes. Her lips were pulled down in a serious scowl towards him. Clearly this child was not all that she seemed. "You have a very childish version of right and wrong." The little girl spoke. She had a voice that bespoke of wisdom far past her years. She rarely talked but when she did people had no choice but to listen to what she had to say. "These men may have been homeless. Instead of killing them we should've helped them." Her voice was brutally blunt. It was the sort of voice that didn't take no for an answer. The little girl sat next to Edward and took some acrid-smelling power from her pocket. She undid the bag that held it and poured the foul-smelling powder into a pot she took from Edward's satchel. She then brought some water to a boil and stirred the powder in. She put a small tent of cloth over Edward's head and let the fumes from the pot fill the make-shift tent. Edward coughed hard and sat so stiffly that one could swear he'd had a ramrod belted to his back. He cursed for a few minutes and spluttered and spat the foul smell from his nostrils. "How many times ya little brat? Only wake me up in an emergency!" Edward snarled. He rolled onto his back and breathed heavily. His armour was obviously weighing him down and making it hard for him to breathe. When the little girl went to Edward to take his armour off she was roughly pushed away. "Don't touch me." Edward snarled, rolling over so that his back was to them. The little girl walked over to Tenma and sat next to him, preparing to make a meal for them. "I apologize for Edward. He's always grumpy when he has to execute someone." The little girl apologized, not looking at Tenma. She was a strange girl to be sure but she could cook for a king. "Shut up you ungrateful brat." Edward shouted, punching his tent into a more comfortable shape. Edward's eyes brimmed with tears of guilt. He was not the sort of man to let something like that leave him unscathed. Some would call him weak but he called himself human. It was only natural to feel guilt. |
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| EmbraceDeath | Aug 23 2009, 11:58:27 AM Post #15 |
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Tenma was baffled by the girl response. It was a low blow to him. It seemed as if the girl was not as little as she seemed. He sat quietly, to shocked to come up with anything to say. And all of a sudden, he realized that he was afraid as well. Not for physical retribution, but the fact that the girl had easily dismissed his words, although mostly lies, as childish. He was afraid of what this strange girl would do if she knew exactly how he felt about good and evil. In fact, she had managed to touch his most private thoughts with her words, and that scared him more than anything else in the world. As Edward was awaken by the girl, he was surprised by the mans actions. He seemed to have lost a lot of the self-control Tenma vaguely had noticed in him. His harsh words were unlike his earlier behavior, as was his actions. As the girl apologized for him, he understood why Edward was doing what he was doing. He looked at the ground. "Indeed, it was once hard on me to kill those who have already lost as well. But... circumstances... shaped me into not thinking about it. Hell, if I had though about it, I wouldn't be the man I am today. I would've been an empty shell of a corpse, controlled by a demon to do his evil bidding.. My soul would've been gone, to keep it short." As he finished his words, he realized that he hadn't exactly been quiet. A look of fear appeared on him again, as he had opened himself up this much, even going so far as to reveal the amount of time he had lived, although not in the human world. He looked away, trying to hide his fear and control his face. If he were to make it, he would have to make sure that nothing could be read from his face, but it was hard around these people. Especially the girl, who seemed so strange to him. As he looked away, he found himself dreaming of when he first appeared as he looked now. "Demon!" That was the first word that struck him, followed by insults and rocks being thrown at him. He looked at the people of the village, who had been his everything. He had cried, but as a rock hit his face, his grief had turned into hatred. "I am the same person I was before! I might look different, but please, trust me!" His only response was insults, and as the anger took control of him, his mind slipped temporarily, and he changed his hand into a huge sword, which he used to slice clean through the village elder. And then everything was quiet. The people were surprised of what had happened, and Tenma couldn't understand what he had done. As the insults reappeared, he turned and ran away. After that day, he had been forced to kill many times, and after a while, his continuous grief over the people he had killed had turned into contempt. He hated that people seemed unable to grasp that it was not the appearance that made the man, but the actions. He hated that people turned their backs to him, or worse, attacked him. At that time, he almost lost it completely, but was saved by one persons compassion for him. A person that was killed for caring about him. That was when he abandoned all qualms about killing. If he had to kill to make his visions come true, he would do so. |
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