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| Post #1 Apr 5 2015, 08:50 PM | Akaiken |
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It had been a long walk, longer than usual with the extra luggage Akaiken had to carry. Oh man it would have been really nice if the brat sleep-walked the last few miles, but no. And of course Akaiken had to run into this situation pretty far out. A pain in the ass that's what this was, though it was her own fault for walking everywhere she went. But finally she'd strode back into the city, now she just had to get home. Not too much farther actually. Soon enough the large apartment building that Akai spent a good fraction of her time in appeared in front of them, well, not that the child was awake to see it yet. Thankfully. Maneuvering inside whilst carrying a small person was a little tricky but she managed. Now came the difficult part... getting to her apartment without drawing the attention of her neighbors. She really, really didn't want to hear whatever Namida-sama would say. Weaver-san well, Akai could probably just explain it plainly and it'd be fine. But Namida-sama would undoubtedly try and make fun of her for guarding a little kid. Well, in a way it was sort of funny. And then there was just what to do once she got the whelp inside. She could probably set the kid on the couch and pick up some food, but what if the whelp woke up when she was gone? She really didn't want to come home to a trashed apartment. Maybe she could order some pizza. After all, what kid didn't like pizza? So far so good, the red-head made it past the other apartments and to her own brand new door. Unlocking it was a bit of a hassle, but finally she got the door open, carrying the whelp into the apartment. |
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| Post #2 Apr 6 2015, 03:19 AM | Sparky Muse Version Negatve Zero |
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Amaya wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, but the soreness of her throat from speaking too much had been slowly dragging her back into awareness. As soon as she became awake, she was aware that she was being carried, and this triggered both terror and rage in her simultaneously. Nuh-uh. She'd already woken up once this week naked and in some strange place surrounded by people who started torturing her. The last thing she recalled, a red-haired human girl had molested her antennae. From the soft feeling her face was pressed against, Amaya could only guess where her face was. Without opening her eyes, Amaya felt a little turbulence, and chose that moment to strike: quick as she could, she opened her mouth and bit her kidnapper's breast as hard as she could. She fell like a rock by being dropped, and to her surprise, right as she was about to spin out and land on her feet, she smacked into the hard ground and her head smacked against something behind her. Opening her mouth (being unable to make sounds at the moment) she winced and spun herself sideways, then tried to get to her feet only to smack her head again (somehow she'd rolled under a table) which knocked her senseless for a second as she collapsed on the floor again. Trying not to waste a moment, she got her hands and knees and crawled forward, smacking her head on a chair on the way out from under the table, where she spun around, intending to get ready for a counterattack but wound up losing her balance and stumbled, then somehow tripped over a black rope on the floor, fell forward to smack into a wall, then backwards from the recoil into a wooden pole she fell over with behind a large and soft-looking piece of furniture. With a roan and with her face completely red from embarrassment (and hurting in a few places as well) while still being a little shaken up and disoriented, she grabbed the corner of a blanket hanging off the back of the furniture, which fell over onto her and covered her entirely, which, from the surprise, she fell over again and smacked her head into the floor and found herself trapped a strange position that further restricted her movement as aided by the blanket and the wooden pole. Her face just about glowing from her shame, she could get out eventually but with her arms and legs twisted in a strange position it would take her a couple of minutes she strongly suspected she didn't have before she was taken prisoner again. With that in mind, hesitant though she was, since Darkness had only ever told her to use it in case of emergencies, she used her magic to "release" her scythe, releasing the black burst of magic, and her scythe appeared at the same time she made a major effort; she broke free of the wooden pole and the blanket, spinning around and grabbing her scythe with her right hand where it had fallen after summoning because she didn't grab it fast enough, then put one hand on the couch and her intent from there was to launch herself up and vault over to attack her kidnapper. It didn't work out that way, because as soon as she jumped with her hand on the couch to go and leap up and over, her head- and her antennae, this time- smacked into something, which made her fall over backwards, clutching her head in agony after having dropped her scythe, where she was now bawling and curled up in a little ball of pain and fear, her anger mostly gone. And the entire time she didn't utter a single sound. Edited by Sparky Muse Version Negatve Zero, Apr 6 2015, 03:45 AM.
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| Post #3 Apr 10 2015, 11:47 PM | Mistelle |
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A young woman walked across from her apartment to Akai's. She'd meant to meet her when she came home but had fallen asleep waiting for her, the long days she's been having lately meant her sleep schedule was completely wrecked for now. She went to knock on the door but saw that it was open. "Akai?" She entered the room in time to see a rather small being cut herself free from a blanket on the floor. From behind, all Clair could really tell was that she had just picked up a weapon in what looked like an offensive stance. Despite being dead tired, Clair's instincts kicked in and she ran into the room towards the figure and reached out to grab her. Except at that moment, the small being jumped. So the downward motion of her arms preparing a grab would likely feel more like a full downward strike. Clair jumped back quickly when she realized what had happened. "Ah! I'm so sorry I didn't mean ..." And then she thought about it and began wondering why she was apologizing to an attacker. "... I mean wait no. Why were you going to attack my Akai??" Her expression changed entirely when she realized that she was on the floor crying and not listening to her whatsoever. Maybe she should have stuck with the apology after all. |
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| Post #4 Apr 13 2015, 08:52 PM | Akaiken |
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Oh man the hike was kind of tiring after all. Akaiken was looking forward to setting the kid down and getting a chance to relax whilst the little one slept. But things were never so easy were they? "FUCK!" the red-head shouted when she felt a sharp pain, dropping the child. "Fucking brat! Why the hell did you have to bite me for?!" She shouted covering the injured spot with her forearm as a strip of flesh across her face started to peel up at the edges, the flesh beneath nearly as red as her hair though a slightly softer shade. However Akaiken's counter attack would be interrupted before she could even get started. Thunk! thunk! The brat repeatedly hit her head on the table before finally crawling out from tangling herself into a chair where a lighter impact was heard. Akaiken raised her hand to try and stop the child but she was just... this... the dark-eyed woman could only stare slightly stunned (although slightly amused, internally) at the child's misfortune as an impressive number of missteps ended up with her trapped in a blanket. And then the worst happened. "Akai?" The red-head tensed and immediately spun around to see Weaver-san walking in though her eyes were trained on something else. She turned back to see the child now with a weapon (was that a scythe??? how inefficient...) and just as the child jumped, Clair spiked her like a volleyball. Akai stood dumbstruck when suddenly Clair started to apologize before realizing who she was and- "Excuse me!? I serve only Na-!" She stopped abruptly, realizing that she was about to confess to a cop that she was a gang member. Luckily her mind was already in a quick-acting state and she quickly continued. "Who are you calling 'yours'?!" She snapped before glancing back at the now crying child. How irritating. Wordlessly Akaiken walked to the sink and wet a washcloth, freezing it almost instantly and cautiously nearing the child. "If you bite me in the tit again I'm gonna kill you." She muttered before offering the cold cloth pointing to the child's head. "Head. Hurt. Cold Helps." She said with an irritated growl in her voice. The child probably wouldn't understand but it was worth a shot. If the child didn't take the cloth then Akai would slightly toss it to land on top of the girl's head. Either way she would stand up with a heavy sigh turning back to Clair with that signature angry-looking neutral expression of hers. |
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| Post #5 Apr 14 2015, 12:30 AM | Sparky Muse Version Negatve Zero |
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(OOC: I'ma try and push the 'lost, scared little girl' idea this post; lemme know if I need to change it) The first thing Amaya felt when her head stopped hurting enough for her to focus was something very cold and very wet hit her head. It felt like she was smacked again and nearly stunned her, but in a few moments her head started to feel a little better and she was able to think a little. She heard voices and looked up to see not one but now two people in the room. I knew it. Six moons of running and I'm finally done for. These are probably just the guards; I don't doubt there's at least six or seven ugly men somewhere. When she noticed one of them looking and gesturing at her, she might not have been able to understand the language, but she knew they were talking about her. Cautiously, she managed to stand herself up and slowly, but carefully back her way over to the long squishy piece of furniture and sat down with her arms crossed. Almost as soon as she did, she heard her stomach growl VERY audibly and realized she was hungry, but rather accept or admit it, she merely glared as defiantly and angrily as she could. She didn't like this. Not at all. They were paying way too much attention to her antennae, to her scars on her neck and right arm, to the rings in her left arm. The brown-haired one seemed to be examining her, as if she knew something. One of them was holding her scythe. Amaya bared her teeth and wrinkled her nose when they detached the blade and scythe into their separate counterparts. Calm yourself and wait for an opportunity, Amaya. They know how sensitive your antennae are. If you rush in, they're just going to smack you again and things will get worse. They'll make a mistake eventually, and then I'll make their deaths as painful as I can to repay them for their 'courtesy' before I escape and go look for Papa. Take a little time, gather information, try to determine weakness, remember? Amaya's glare didn't waver, but her inner thoughts gave her a little hope. Her eyes started drifting around the room. She didn't understand at least half of anything she saw. And then she saw it: on a table attached to the wall nearby: an object that looked like it was made of silver. Her eyes went wide, her scowl faded, and a cold, nervous sweat broke out. All her anger and hatred was, for the moment, replaced with terror as old memories from her youth flashed in front of her eyes and raced through her thoughts. Cousin Serenity, sweet and innocent, bound naked to a tree.... Cruel humans, tormenting her for hours, using the silver that burns Fey to poke and prod and burn her, to cause her more agony..... Those men, those AWFUL, cruel men with their vile laughter, how cousin Serenity had screamed as they made her their plaything..... And now, I'm in the same situation. I'm stuck, a prisoner of humans with silver, outnumbered and in a strange place, weaponless, and now.... Oh, Fates.... no..... Amaya didn't realize her mouth had dropped open or that she'd started crying from the pain of what she'd been forced to watch. However, a movement out of the corner of her eye snapped her back to reality, and in a blind terror she shot out from the couch and tried to run. Somebody caught her, but Amaya fought back. No! Not that fate! Please, no! The tears kept pouring as she kept trying to struggle against whoever was holding her; she tried to bite, and she tasted flesh and blood for a moment, but seconds later she had some kind of cloth stuffed into her mouth and she was picked up and smacked face-down into the couch as somebody sat on her arms and back. Her tears kept flowing, she did her best to try and struggle out, but it wasn't working; she couldn't move with that person on her back, and even if her throat wasn't so sore, the fabric in her mouth kept her from screaming; her eyes were as wide as they could be with terror, and very soon she started hyperventilating. The lack of air started to make her feel dizzy, but she couldn't stop- all she could hear were those awful screams and those cold laughs of the humans- breathe, she couldn't breathe, she was feeling light-headed and dizzy. she couldn't afford to struggle anymore, she was going to die here, they were going to burn her with the silver, and they were going to take her, them and whatever friends they had, and then she was going to die, and it was going to be painful, and- Right as she felt somebody take the gag out of her mouth, a strange feeling swept over her. It wasn't hers, but it was forcing her to calm down. As her fear started to fade, she realized, somehow, now they're enslaving my will, too? She tried to get angry, but it didn't work; she was being forced to calm, and there was nothing she could do about it as she just lay there feeling very worn out and hungry...... In her own hoarse, raspy, whisper-like voice, she croaked out in the German of her time, although she couldn't figure out why she did it, although it seemed, based on the way she was feeling, that it was a mixture of instinct and compulsion, "Papa.....save me....I'm a prisoner....." (OOC: sorry for borrowing any powers/characters/actions, let me know if I need to change it, I only did it because I thought it might make for a good story/post. I don't know if the German language has changed since 1034 AD. I think the best option for the next round is to either post Akaiken-Mistelle-me or Mistelle-Akaiken-Mistelle-AkaikenSparky Muse Version Negatve Zero so that Akaiken can explain who Amaya is to Clair) Edited by Sparky Muse Version Negatve Zero, Apr 14 2015, 03:05 AM.
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| Post #6 Apr 21 2015, 12:37 AM | Mistelle |
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Clair's stern expression after trying to question the girl slowly twisted grim the longer the girl had gone workout any response. "Oh god I've killed her ...". Her worry was lessened somewhat as Akai got up to check her and cooled a wet cloth to place in the girl's forehead. She felt bad about teasing her, after what she'd said evidently didn't come across as well as she'd hoped. "Ah... I mean... Well of course you're not *mine* I meant it like... urf... I'm sorry..." Her embarrassment made it really easy for her attention to shift back to the child, just to get her ind away from the uncomfortable feelings. She began pondering who she could be. Akai certainly didn't have a child ... unless of course magic is involved somehow. Magic sometimes just forces you to throw logic out the window. Taking a better look at her she had somewhat of a mystical sense about her. That feeling you get when you can tell someone isn't human. This brought memories of stories of faeries she'd heard during her childhood. Her witch friend had told many tales of fairies but they always danced that line between factual and fictional. Though, living in Niwa certainly pushed the boundaries of what supernatural creatures actually existed, so she really wouldn't be surprised if fairies turned out to be one of them. She considered not mentioning this since it didn't really seem relevant at the time, it's probably just her imagination acting up. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't. And then she heard the tell tale sign of hunger. She refrained from showing her amusement at the girl’s predicament and simply acted as if she’d had the idea to procure foodstuffs on her own. “I’m going to get us a few snacks and start on dinner. That okay?” … A few minutes later, she returned to a rather odd scene. "I put the food on it'll be ready in ...you're sitting on a child. Why are you sitting on a child." She took a moment to listen to what Akai had to say for herself but the issue still remained .... “She doesn't know any better! She scared and alone, how would you feel in her position?” Clair calmed her mind and focused her power on the girl as she took the washcloth from her mouth. She knew that, if nothing else, she could make her feel safe. She managed to manifest the most pleasant feelings she could fathom within the girl until she calmed down, at least to a point where she was no longer in tears. Edited by Mistelle, Apr 22 2015, 12:51 AM.
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| Post #7 Apr 22 2015, 12:23 AM | Akaiken |
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Akaiken's eyes flattened at Weaver-san's bumbling response... She'd been hanging around Namida-sama too much hadn't she? Starting to pick up those weirdo pranks. She sighed and waved her hand, "Whatever let me fill you in while she's down." And so she started explaining to Clair this stupid-ass decision she'd made. How the girl had been attacked and then ran from her previous saviors, couldn't understand their language but seemed to speak in growls and other animalistic noises. She should have just left the brat in the woods with all the trouble she was getting... this always fucking happened when she tried to help people... She also explained the strange texts and this mysterious "Darkness" character who was hunting the child. "And now... well..." She motioned to the grumpy brat finally calming down enough to sit on the sofa without trying to fucking kill her. What a mess. The red-head sighed and picked up the scythe. Seriously what an inefficient- Growllllllll... weapon... Akai blinked and glanced back at the girl when her stomach growled though she didn't look hungry... she just looked pissed off... Click! The red-head's eyebrows raised as the scythe separated into a smaller kama-type weapon and a sword. Now this, this was a weapon. She examined it a bit further to see just how it was made though it was hard to tell anything without taking it apart... But even she wasn't that mean. Akaiken clicked the blade back together and just as she set it on the table that fucking brat took off running. "Hey wait a minute!" She yelled grabbing the whelp. "Hey calm down it's okay you're-FUCK OW!!" Well that was almost a chunk out of her arm... "That is fucking it!" Akaiken snarled grabbing that rag now back at room temperature and stuffing it in the child's mouth. "No more fucking biting!!" She wrestled the flailing brat up and after getting a decent smack in the face she turned the brat down onto the sofa and fucking sat on her. "When you calm down I'll let you up!" Now, sure the child probably couldn't understand but this was getting fucking ridiculous. "I put the food on it'll be ready in ...you're sitting on a child. Why are you sitting on a child." Akai looked up almost startled. "Huh? I'm restraining her. She fucking bit me again-" She started to show Weavers-san the bloody tooth marks but the other woman was having none of it. Well this is what happens when you make acquaintances with a civilian. "She scared and alone, how would you feel in her position?" "Tch if I were in her position I wouldn't fucking bite people--" 'No you'd cut their hands off. Dont you remember Saya?' Her expression grew a bit distant as she responded much more calmly. "... Okay you have a point." She replied to Clair, standing up and releasing the child's arms. "She likes to bite. Don't say I didn't warn you." |
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