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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 15 2008, 01:59 PM Post #1 |
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(OOC: Figured things might go better if I actually made the topic XD The first three some-odd pages are Here) |
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| +transcon+ | Jan 29 2008, 07:10 AM Post #2 |
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Life and death. Light and darkness. Love and hate.... At their fulcrums, there is a thing called 'indifference'. ...but why? Hakari was transfixed upon the flames in contemplation. Kneeling down before the fireplace and losing himself in the waves of heat beating off the frigid chill, the shattering sounds from the kitchen stirred him. The question of 'why' was in the broadest sense. He pondered this as he rose to his feet. The robes at his knees were soaked with ice cold moisture from the snow that had blown in and melted upon the floor. The fabric hung heavily upon his shoulders as he willed himself to move. Too lost in contemplation, no thanks to the vicious bite of hypothermia from earlier. Each step was as if he waded through hip-deep water. His body ached. His head throbbed. His eyes stung. It was all he could do to keep awake. In the while of meditation, pain was the focus. Pain from the cold reminded him that he was still alive. That feeling reminded him how important it was to keep fighting for that precious gift. But, why, he questioned within. Why was it so precious? "Joy so brilliant the light, it blinds bringing shadow," he spoke in his oriental tongue in offering of a haiku. A raised hand propped him up against the door jamb leading into the kitchen. Calm eyes looked down at Afree, yet no smile tugged at his lips this time. "Why?" Aside from the fact that the gentle brush of death reminded him of so much of why he was even gifted with a mortal form, one could even say that he was cursed with it as well. Though so much love, laughter, and joy could've been experienced in the fleeting moments of mortality, reminding the Demon of just how important life was, pain, hate, and lonesomeness also served an equal reminder. Every living being experiences those things. And, with each action Hakari takes, as he realizes regularly, the consequences would also be just as equally felt. Seeing Afree sprawled out on the floor like that made him want to reach a hand out and help her up. He wanted to heal her wounds and tell her that everything was going to be just fine. However, he thought it best to reserve himself just this once. Just to see what would happen. Just to see if he was, indeed, thinking without clarity. Or, if anything, to see if it was the right thing to do. How can this Demon act in his nature bound by all the limitations of mortality, he wondered as he started to reconsider his gesture. "I have prepared food for visitors," he quietly spoke, "unfortunately, there seems to be no more clean plates to use. Are you okay?" His hand started to come out to help her up, but even he failed to realize just how weak he had become in this environment. It'd been a while since he had eaten, and even longer since he had a comfortable rest. Even though there was food available, he was distracted with becoming ill by the cold. With everything that had happened, if Afree did take his hand for help up, she'd merely end up pulling him crashing down. |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 29 2008, 03:23 PM Post #3 |
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Weave found his hands shaking at the sight of Upside. Untouched, undiscovered, all this time. No one even knowing of its existence. The amulet, why did the amulet have to fall into someone’s hands? It had stayed hidden for so long, how did it manage to find the light of day again? Not only that, but Afree found out a way to open Upside. Upside was never meant to be found again, never, it wasn’t meant to be explored, looted, there was too much in it that could cause things to repeat themselves. The thief found it hard to breathe, but blamed it on the cold, dry air instead. “W…we” run “we” get out of here and close the portal. We leave, we forget, we learn all over again, we take the amulet and we put it somewhere no one with find. Ever. Again. “We look for Afree and Hakari. Their tracks have been covered up by the snow already, so it’ll be difficult. We’ll start with the nearest building and work our way from there, looking for signs that they may have passed through. This city looks huge, so they could be anywhere.” He looked back at the opening. Wondering if perhaps Azarias would come along as well. He was the one that unnerved Weave the most. If anyone was going to cause a repeat, it would likely be him. Afree was a close second, but she had a tendency to hoard, rather than sell or study things she found. Still, there were things he had to do, and he had to do it entirely without Al’s knowledge. Without anyone’s. Upside had to disappear, all over again. ~ Afree rolled over and saw Hakari. There was someone else in this desolate wasteland! Relief flooded through her. No, wait, that meant she would have to split anything she found with him! Still, that relief feeling remained though. Wait, that wasn’t relief. It was something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was like a diamond in a box of cubic zirconia. A golden thread in a spool of yellow. A geode in a pile of plain rocks. The feeling began to fade and she panicked, sitting bolt upright. Whatever it was, she had to keep it. She had to stop thinking about treasure. Afree pushed aside the thoughts of the exquisite marble floor beneath her, the delicately crafted plate pieces that littered the floor, even the solid gold bread knife that she found her fist closed around, its serrated edges biting into her palm. There it was. That thing she had a near hate for, what her people took so much pride in, what her failure of caused her to be an outcast, an oddity. Just because she hadn’t honed it to perfection like so many others had, didn’t mean it didn’t exist, as much as she, and everyone else, wanted it to be true. The city was awash in things of the past. Happiness gave way to curiosity, curiosity brought discovery, discovery introduced pride, pride happened upon anger. A powerful anger, an anger so intense, it threatened to simply snuff Afree out like the flame of a candle. There was more. Anger passed, and finally, sadness came. That still wasn’t what she was after though. What she sought was closer, newer, not a part of the world that enveloped her. Like wading through a pool, she found what she was looking for. Hakari. She flicked her eyes over to the Kitsune, realizing it had only taken her mere seconds to do what she had done…just what had she done exactly? Her best guess was Elven Magic, but even she knew it didn’t just hit someone like that, like a ton of gold bricks. She used the stuff everyday actually, elves couldn’t really help it, they practically farted magic. “Yeah, I’m fine” she answered, trying to nonchalantly release her grip on her chest as she stood up, like she had been having a heart attack. “Something” really scary “tells me I should be asking you the same thing.” The elf slid her coat off and wrapped it around the fox demon. “There’s still a couple of cutting boards I didn’t manage to destroy, we could just use those as plates.” She let out a small laugh that faded to silence. That feeling still bothered her, it began to rise up in her and a panic set in. She had almost died just now. The anger had long passed from this place, but it had been so powerful. Anger, normal anger, is like a raging inferno, one that consumes all in its path, uncontrollable. This anger had been cold, icy, silent, like a betrayal of trust. Afree let out a small sound and she carefully slipped her hands beneath the coat she put on Hakari and wrapped her arms around him. “I felt something just a moment ago, I don’t think Upside is supposed to be like this. What happened?” Her question had, at first, been directed at Upside, but it slowly turned more personal as she realized just how cold Hakari was. She tipped her head up just slightly, so that their two inches of height difference meant nothing and their eyes met. There was something about him that had made Afree reach inside herself and discover something. Normally Afree didn’t think about stupid magical or proverbial things, but when he was around, she was always so aware that she was leaning heavily in one direction of the line. Which direction though? And of what line? And, even more disturbing, what was pushing her that way? (OOC: *gasp* did Afree just become three dimensional? >_>) |
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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 31 2008, 08:05 AM Post #4 |
Ing Freak
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Azarias had been standing beside the open portal, waiting for the elf child to get up to this level of the tavern, however to his suprise a cloaked figure followed Al, and it did not take long for both of them to enter the portal, all without even acknowledging Azarias. While he really didnt care much for either of them he had been prepared to help Al if the other side of the portal proved dangerous, as he was but a child, but ignoring him angered him, not so much that he'd hurt Al of course, he wasnt an evil person, but he held his pride close to him, and he was stubborn. Not wanting to waste anymore time Azarias was about to enter the portal when he heard the crowd of humans talking about the many people that had walked into the portal by now, and that it probably wasnt as dangerous as it might have appeared at first, maybe there was riches beyond it! 'Fools...' Azarias thought as he crouched down, putting the palms of both hands firmly in the snow cowered floor. After only a minute of concentration Azarias released the accumulated energy, and almost instantly several pillars of solid ice shot up from the snow around him, effectively forming a barrier of ice that would prevent anyone from directly reaching the portal, and while it seemed to be just ice it had been compressed to such a degree it was harder than rock by his elemental manipulation, no one was entering the portal anytime soon, except for him. Azarias ignored the angry or surprised shouts of the crowds as he stood up and without a moment of hesitation entered the portal. The moment Azarias came into Upside, as he connected with the elements of the area a sudden pain shot up his chest, like if he suddenly had a huge pressure on his lungs, the sudden pain made him fall onto his knees in the deep snow, half-burying him in it. As he sat there gasping for air for several minutes he came to a realization, the elements in this area was not like it should be, there was something wrong with the climate, he could feel it in the earth beneath him, the chilling wind that hit him and the water in the snow that was emveloping him. He did not know what, but something had caused this place to go to hell. It took him a few minutes for him to get back up on his feet, his chest was still aching painfully, but it was not as bad as when he had first stepped into this place. Slowly Azarias started to treck down the field of snow towards what appeared to be buildings in the distance. He was lucky to be a half-elemental, a human would probably have frozen to death if they had stayed in the same spot for several minutes, half-buried by the snow, but he was resistant to cold and heat unless taken to extreme temperatures, so right now the only thing that was slowing him down was the pain caused from his connection to the elements of this area. OOC: If I did something you didnt like, or if my assumptions of Upside is wrong, just send me a PM and I will change the post. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Feb 16 2008, 03:03 PM Post #5 |
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Al'aundro shivered in the intense cold. His small leather armor kept some of it from biting away at him, but not much. He looked to Weave to answer the question of what to do. W…we..." Weave stuttered. The cold was getting to him as well it seemed.. "We... We look for Afree and Hakari. Their tracks have been covered up by the snow already, so it’ll be difficult. We’ll start with the nearest building and work our way from there, looking for signs that they may have passed through. This city looks huge, so they could be anywhere.” "Afree...? But, she died... Why would she be here...?" Al pondered aloud, until an astounding realization came over him. What was it that Afree had said, right before all of this happened...? 'I'm good at faking deaths...' That's what she said... so... She was still alive? Al cursed at himself for thinking she had died now, how could he have doubted her? He was overjoyed at the thought of seeing her again. That joy was slowly being snuffed out by the fact that it was really, really cold. We should get moving, he thought. There was a whump behind him, and as he turned around, he caught sight of the one called Azarius. He ran over to him and attempted to help him up. Now addressing both him and Weave, he said, "Maybe we should head to that house over there. There's smoke coming from the chimney; maybe someone's inside!" Maybe Afree's inside... |
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| +transcon+ | Feb 28 2008, 07:33 AM Post #6 |
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"Where's mother?" the young kit stared wide-eyed and upward toward the adult hovering over him. Shiny red eyes stared up matching the brilliant emerald gaze cast down upon him. Tears were welling up under the young kit's eyelids as a pout tugged at his lower lip. The adult was cross with this young one. His white-tipped tail lashed to and fro and his equally white-tipped ears were folded back against his head. Arms crossed, toe tapping, and teeth bared, the youngster was certainly scared of what he'd done. He broke the oil lamp in his friend's house. The viscous fluid drained from the cracked glass onto the polished wooden floor. Luckily, the flame was doused by the nearby adult Kitsune that was overseeing him. "Hakari-sama," said the adult to the young embodiment of the Nine-Tails, "I am not the one you should apologize to, nor your mother. Master Elissandra would be very displeased with your carelessness! She was kind enough to take us in for the winter, and she is ignorant of our ways. She wouldn't understand why fate would have her lamp broken upon the floor!" "Where's mother?" Hakari childishly repeated. "Is that truly the way you are, Nine Tails?" "I don't care!" <Ahh, youth...> "Hakari-sama!" Tebiki, one of the twin Kitsune the Nine Tails grew up with in his most recent mortal incarnation, joyously called out to him from on high a tree branch. Naki, her brother, was walking by Hakari's side. "Up here!" "Ookasan," Naki reverently referred to him by paternal relation, "if I may be so bold to ask..." "Naki-kun!" Hakari grinned and slapped his friend on the back. "You know you don't need to be so stiff around me. We're friends!" "Ahem," the male Kitsune coughed and grunted. Obviously raised more traditionally than most, he felt uncomfortable being so informal around his own friend who was the Demon of Balance Incarnate. "If I may? What do you think of my sister?" "Cute!" Hakari brazenly admitted. Tebiki heard this and blushed three shades of red. "Listen, for I must remind you of a legend of yours you may not recall personally accomplishing, but..." "Naki-kun!" he interrupted with a scowl, "I've heard some of these legends about me before. But, I'm here now! What difference does it make? I'll remember them in time. Sheesh! People around me are so worried I'll end up something different than 'what legend says this' or 'what story says that'. "Plbbt!" he finished with a laugh, then ran up the tree. <I should have at least listened to the lessons, then made up my mind.> ------------------------------------------------------------- All he could do was let out a small hum. He was too cold to resist, but even if he could, he wouldn't have. The elven woman draped the coat she found selflessly about his shoulders, the hem of it draped around the base of his two tails. But, when she slid her arms about him from under the coat, this pushed the backside of it over the tails. They were face to face, inches away from one another. He could feel her warm breath upon his cheeks. Their eyes locked for that moment. That same sensation he had about her all along since they had first met rose again to the surface. It was there when he was professional with her at the inn where they discussed a business proposal, and it was there back at Weave's hideout. He tried to swallow that feeling to concentrate on his "job", whatever it was. But, it was like trying to swallow hot coals. It burned in his throat, and caused his chest to ache in anticipation. Her question lingered in his mind: “I felt something just a moment ago, I don’t think Upside is supposed to be like this. What happened?” she had said to him so nervously. Afree wasn't one to get choked up about something, yet there she was holding the demon in her arms. To him, it looked like a window of opportunity. 'But, is this right?' he mused to himself as the distance closed. 'Is this truly her, or the effects of Upside?' "I don't know what happened," he quietly replied as he leaned his head down to rest forehead to forehead. One of his tales slowly slipped behind her and snaked up her right leg softly while the other tail curled around the small of her back. His own arms was returning the embrace, his palms between her shoulder blades. "I knew that amulet was important, as were you," he continued as a hand drifted up and rested behind her head. "I didn't realize just how important you were...." At that moment, he wasn't sure if he meant her importance on the scheme regarding Upside, or personally unto himself. In either case, both made perfect sense to him in that wondrous moment. Balance was a precarious thing, but there was only so much the mortal embodiment of it could manage. He knew, from everything that he had learned about himself, and the things that he managed to remember thus far, that a Reality-Wide scope of balance was impossible from his position at this time. (Maybe later with more tails at his back it might become a different story.) Some people believed that the incarnation period was, in layman terms, "demon vacation". Others believed it to have been merely his way to remind himself of what exactly was so important about life, death, and everything in between so that the scales could be balanced with more caution and care. "I really wish I knew," he whispered, at first speaking of Upside, then letting his emotions turn it into something personal again. "If only I knew. You're important." 'If this is really what she wants, should I go for it?' he hesitated in thought as the hand on the back of her head began to tense. His breath was ragged from the cold and exhilaration in the moment. His whole body was trembling against hers. He knew right then he wanted all of her, from her disheveled hair right down to her heart. 'Or, would this be taking advantage of her if Upside is really behind this?' Then a further thought hit him. He suddenly remembered his own prior thoughts about her back at Weave's hideout. In order to win the heart of a thief, he had to steal it in an impressive way. That's when he got an idea. "Hand over your heart," he hoarsely hissed with a toying smirk, "and no one will get hurt." Kyuubimaru no Hakari decided that he was going to steal it right there and then. With the hand on the back of her head, he brought her lips to his. He had the means, the motive, and the opportunity. Then again, that's when an ear pivoted to listen through the door leading outside. He heard approaching footsteps crunching through the snow in the distance. Quite frankly, Hakari didn't give a damn in that moment. (It only took me forty-five minutes to write the post up until the last part. 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| ~beflexor~ | Feb 29 2008, 01:31 PM Post #7 |
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There was really no other way for Weave to reveal Afree’s state of well being other than being direct to Al'aundro. His ability for guile and deception was being dampened somewhat by the cold and other more distracting thoughts. The thief whirled in time to the same sound of Azarias hitting the snow. For a moment, excitement ran through him, and he took a quick breath of frigid air. Could it be that Azarias was…? No. No, it was impossible. He let out his breath, watching as it came out like a cloud and dissipated before he headed over to the portal. The amulet had done a fine job. Correction, Afree had done a fine job of activating the amulet. He’d briefly seen the instructions she’d managed to acquire, and her own makeshift reverse ones. He didn’t understand how she still could have managed to activate a portal to Upside. While the portal was transparent on the other side, this one held nothing but a shining black void, so he couldn’t see Azarias’s work on the other end, still, he didn’t want anyone leaving the same direction they had come. Weave ran a finger down the doorway, the liquid-like substance holding his finger for a moment before he gently pulled away, causing a ripple. The ripples increased in velocity, becoming higher rather than tapering off. Weave sidestepped them before they began heaving in huge torrents. The ripples became a series of spikes, one even tearing through the edges of Weave’s cloak and slicing through a small tree before they all suddenly stopped in midair for a moment. Then, the portal collapsed into itself and was gone. Weave sighed, both in relief and in the slight surprise of the energy cost it took. To the others, it would look like he had done nothing more than accidentally cause the thing to become unstable. After all, he was just a master thief, knowing little about magics and less about other worlds. In any other situation, he would have gone through a whole process of making himself look the fool, but now wasn’t the time. He stepped ahead of Al and turned back to him, saying, “Yes, that would be the best choice. There might be some clothing in which to keep warm as well.” It wasn’t too far away, but the snow still managed to make things difficult, and they trudged their way through stopping at one of the glassless windows to the room Hakari and Afree stood in. Well, they were more than standing really… ~ There was a saying that was quite popular in Afree’s village. They said “If Afree had a heart of gold, she’d have fenced it by now.” It had several meanings behind it really, one was that Afree was obsessed with treasure, another deeper one meant that she was not a creature of love. There were some elven boys that showed interest in her, a curiosity for her love of adventure and almost human-like attitude, but she never seemed to show any interest in kind. So, eventually the already small number of boys petered out as her interest, and their missing family heirlooms, became apparent. Now, though, Afree felt an odd struggle. She knew Hakari had caught her during a rare vulnerable moment, but she couldn’t help but respect that. Any guard showing a lack of duty to his post deserved to be clocked over the head with a large instrument and left unconscious, for his peers to find the next morning, the Wand of Induce Folk Dancing he’d been guarding gone. Still, she didn’t know if she had feelings for the Kitsune, so she tore away from their kiss to get her thoughts together. “Whoa whoa” she said, blinking rapidly and wiping her mouth on her sleeve. “Slow down there for a moment. I was just trying to warm you up, that’s all. I didn’t say anything about…” Afree found herself looking at, well, herself. She’d somehow sidestepped out of herself. Afree cursed. It must have been a feedback from the residual energies of her magic, clashing with the different caliber of residual magic of Upside (she also had to give silent props to herself for remembering something from school). The elves in her city knew how to ‘sidestep’ out of their bodies during meditation, becoming a spiritual woodland creature that best represented them. Afree could only guess she looked like herself only because she didn’t do well with froofy magics such as that. Strangely enough, she also saw things she wouldn’t otherwise see. Upside was a beautiful, lush world of greenery and bright colors. Not only were there plants and buildings, but also strange machines that somehow managed to look as ordinary in this place as a gemstone in a crown. She also saw something behind herself. It was a huge, black robed figure. It’s nine-foot stature nearly brushing the ceiling, and was as wide as it was tall. The only things peeking out from beneath the cloak was a long, almost beak-like protrusion from the hood covered in metal sheets, like armor. When it opened its mouth in a sigh of groaning metal, Afree could see a top and bottom set of gears, like teeth. A wiry tongue slithered out and ran down one side of the elf’s cheek as it lay its long, chipped metal talons on her shoulders. And it looked really pissed to be sharing the same room as Hakari. Afree stepped back into herself, momentarily enjoying the sight of Hakari’s shining brilliance and ghostly seven tails that still had yet to be. The moment she felt something akin to a snap-back into herself, like someone slipping into tights, did she pull away for real. She didn’t want to run into the thing behind her though, and veered quickly to the left, bashing her shoulder into the doorway to the kitchen they stood in. She gave a quick shriek, fumbling with turning around. Afree finally untangled herself from Hakari’s tail (as much as she didn’t want to, she thought unconsciously) and gripped his shoulders from behind him, just as the creature had done to her, and looked at it. But it wasn’t there. The elf gave a shuddering gasp, feeling her whole body begin to shake. She wanted to blame the cold, she desperately wanted to, but there was no denying her fear. This fear was worse than the fear of Upside’s power, because she knew the moment she left Upside, its power wouldn’t effect her in any manner, problem solved. That thing however, Afree knew it wasn’t a denizen of Upside. Afree had brought it with her. “Hakari” she squeaked, tightly gripping the coat she had draped over him, feeling something in one of the pockets. Was that a bar of gold or was he just happy to see her? Afree reached in, realizing it was neither, and produced the small metal disk she’d been tossing around earlier. It flared to life in a flash of blue light, causing Afree’s hair to blow backward. Well, the tiny person inside is certainly giving a more interesting entrance Afree thought. The person showed up, her voice as clear as her body this time, rather than the weird-off green color from before, she showed up in perfectly normal colors. There weren’t any of the strange kshht noises from before either. “The snow has been falling for days now, we have no idea what’s causing it but we have our suspicions. We’re tried to stop it with what we have, but the snow doesn’t seem to be letting up at all. None of our magics slow it, none of our technology does a single bit of good against it, nothing works. Despite the theories of the council, I believe it can’t be stopped because I have a theory of my own of what created it in the first place. This will be my final recording, I’m sorry, I just can’t find the energy to make another.” Once again, Afree tried to grab the tiny lady when she stood in silence but, like before, she flew apart into tiny squares and reformed when Afree moved her hand. Then, she said that same frustrating thing. “We should have listened to the Kitsune.” Something different happened this time, instead of the tiny person simply disappearing, the device began to heat up and shoot sparks and Afree threw it out the window. It promptly hit Weave square in the face. There was a loud crack sound like glass and he gave a startled cry, falling backwards into the snow. “Aaaah you perverts!” Afree said, pointing to Al and Azarias. “Nothing happened!” She then leaned out the window to scowl at the thief. “We made a deal Weave!” Her glare quickly subsided and her face turned green. Weave was unconscious, but one eye, the odd grey one, was still open. And it was cracked… |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 26 2008, 08:21 PM Post #8 |
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OOC: Wow.. Almost a month since I should have posted here >.> Uhm, sorry? ^^; Azarias would have expected the two of them to have gotten a bit farther than the exit of the portal by now, it did take him a few minutes to gather the energy and cold essence to create the ice pillars after all. He didnt want to go off as weak, but it couldent be helped now as they had no doubt witnessed him collapse in the snow. As he stood up Azarias noticed how the man who had accompanied Al walked up to the portal, touched it with a finger, to Azarias it looked like if he was deciding wheter he should go back or not, then he pulled back and to Azarias surprise the portal started to grow unstable, and as the ripples in it began to grow into spikes he had to step to the side to avoid them. As the cloaked person stepped forward and started making his way down the snowy path towards the houses in the distance Azarias observed him quietly, had that been intentional? It was hard to tell although as he didnt say anything afterwards he assumed it was, there was definitely more to that man than Azarias had first thought. 'hmpfh, well whatever, even if he doesent know how to re-open the portal I'm sure I could find a way to do so.' He thought as he followed Al and the stranger towards the source of heat in the distance, the falling snow somehow evading him like if a invisible barrier surrounded him. When they finally reached the house that was emanating the heat source Azarias had felt a while ago the stranger looked through a window, and just a few seconds later Azarias came up beside him and looked through himself. The first thing he noticed was the kitsune, Hakari, but it only took him a few moments longer to notice the elf that just a moment earlier had been in his embrace. 'Afree... So she is alive after all.' Azarias thought, though he didnt truly have a grudge against her, the fact that she obviously had tricked them, him, made him furious, although he held it in, pushing it down, and just silently waited to see her reaction to their precence. When she picked up the strange disk that seemed to be some form of illusion projector and activated it Azarias felt his suspiciouns about this place had been right, although he wondered what truly had happened here. When the object began to spark and Afree threw it out the window Azarias leaned away, even if it wasnt in a path to hit him then he wanted to make sure, although from the sound that came beside him it had hit the cloaked stranger, not that he cared much though. However when Afree yelled at them in a way that made it seem she indeed felt no guilt at all for decieving them, and what she then yelled down at the stranger who he just now learned to be Weave, it merely confirmed it. There was no denying it now, Azarias was furious. It was clearly noticable, while the temperature was already low it suddenly droped further as the sound of a sword being drawn could be heard, and only a moment later Azarias was holding the edge of it near Afree's neck, although he made sure not to touch her with it, which would be clear why as the blade reeked of an intense cold, although what was probably even stranger was how the gemstone in the center of the swords guard was glowing a cold, dark blue color, and the hilt had ice covering it where Azarias hand was holding it, although it didnt seem to bother him one bit. "You better have a good excuse for decieving me, thief." Azarias said, his voice and expression completely contradicting the cold nature of his sword. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Mar 30 2008, 11:07 PM Post #9 |
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“Aaaah! You perverts! Nothing happened!” Al'aundro leapt into the air at this moment, his heart rejoicing. Afree really was still alive! He felt kinda bad for startling her like he (and Weave) did, but he wasn't really thinking about that. He was too busy hurdling through the air, arms wide open. In an instant, Al had jumped through the window, latching on to Afree's bosom in a loving -- possibly painful -- embrace, bouncing as he clutched to her clothing. "AFREEEEEEE!!" he screeched. "I knew you were still alive! I knew it I knew it I knew it I knew it!!" After several seconds of continued gleeful yelping and general happiness, Al finally let go and looked up at Afree, who had a sour look on her face. Ooops, he thought to himself, I must have hugged her too much and made her sick... After a moment, he realized that wasn't it; she was staring at something, something where he just was. He turned around and looked and barely covered the squeak from his mouth with a tiny hand. Weave had been knocked out, and... and, was one of his eyes cracked? Al jumped back out into the cold and ran over to him. "Mr. Weave! Mr. Weave, are you all right? Come on, wake up!" |
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| ~beflexor~ | May 23 2008, 01:08 PM Post #10 |
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(OOC: yeah, been awhile. I was waiting for Transcon to post, but I think we can manage to move things along until he pops back in ^^ ) Afree wasn’t sure what was worse, the assault of a deadly weapon at her…or Azarias’s sword. She was about to give Al a quick retort about how ‘the grown-ups were talking’ when her attention shifted to how she would try and explain why she had tricked them all back at the museum. “Well” she said, trying not to be distracted by the freezing cold of the blade. Although it didn’t touch her, she could still feel the temperature difference. “It was for everyone’s protection. The Amulet of Upside was, is, a very dangerous trinket. No one knew what it would do, so I tried to reverse a spell that could be used on it, to destroy it. It opened up a way here though, Upside, who’da thunk it, ya know?” She gave a nervous laugh. “Anyway, a lot of think you saw me drown eh? What really happened was when I jumped out that window, I had actually swung back into a different window on the first floor of the museum. Weave had agreed to help me, so we traded places right then, he leapt out and into the water where he then proceeded to make it look like I drown. He’s a great swimmer though, unlike me, I have a bit of a phobia about water you know. Though I probably shouldn’t have told you that” the elf almost shrugged, thought better of it with the blade so close, and decided against it. “The thing I wondering about though” her eyes flicked to Weave. “Is why he agreed to help me. There was no money exchanged, no favors, nothing.” ~ Cold. Freezing cold. Temperature dropping rapidly. Panic. Oh my God it hurts just like before… Weave reached a hand up, waving it around and hoping to grab whomever decided to try and kill him. Stupid people had a tendency to lean over and examine their adversary to make sure they were dead or at least out cold, that was the best time to grab them. Assuming you really weren’t dead or unconscious. Although Weave had been out for just a moment, he was quick to recover. Then, he vaguely became aware someone had been talking to him. “Ngh” he groaned. “Yes boy, I’m okay.” His hand plopped back to the snowy ground for a moment before it came back up to his face and he popped his cracked eye out and looked at it with his remaining one. “Damn, there’s not a single person here that can repair this.” Like many other things about him, Weave had always left people’s imaginations to wander when it came to his fake eye. Most never even noticed that the finely worked craftsmanship actually was fake. Few things happened that would tip someone off about it though. Of course, with Afree’s quick and scathing response (Weave seriously doubted it had been an accident) the cat burglar was out of the bag now. Once people knew about it, they began to realize that it was far more than just an aesthetic replacement, though Weave would never reveal his secrets. Of course, there were other secrets that were starting to bubble up to the surface. “Look” he growled to everyone. “We really ought to get out of here before we all freeze, seriously. The way out will probably open again.” He silently chided himself for closing it now, not expecting they would find Afree and Hikari so early, let alone at all. “You” he pointed to Azarias “get away from her. The last thing we need is to turn against each other in this God-forsaken place.” He visibly winced as his choice of words. |
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