ChibiGissy
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 3, 2015 7:59:25 GMT -6
Mimisko had sense that Oxy is back to his normal self. She took off her blindfold saw what happened.
She was trying to grasp what is going on. Just before, Celty, while not on Zerah's good side, was nice with Mimisko and Nicolas.... Why did this happened?
She went to the others with Kama and see why did this happen. Seem that the witch that controlled Celty must've want to keep herself a secret. But to be quite frank, making Oxy go in fearen form and causing him to go insane was not the best option. It's the worst option.
Mimisko began to feel teary eyed
Then there were more things happening
Zerah has gotten mad. She couldn't be able to understand what he was saying, due th the fact she was scared. Then it hit her...
Mimisko couldn't believe what she just heard.
Did Rylan and Zerah had a conection in the past..?
Wha..?
No...
Maybe Rylan was kinda like Mimisko's father in a way.
Whereas, they both done something they later regret.
And maybe Zerah had connection with Rylan had done..
That maybe Rylan regretted later on...
That might be it.
Mimisko remembered how her mother telling her and Kelemio on what their father did.
The long at short of what happened a long time, their father had said really horrible things to people. He was even close to burning a house down until their mother slapped him to snap him out of that trance.
Mimisko will always remember the words her mother said.
"Saying you want to hurt an innocent person is just as bad actually doing it."
Mimisko couldn't think on what to do. All she can do is feel teary eyed and say is.
"Everyone...I'm sorry that I couldn't help as I can in this...convoluted situation...I'm sorry."
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Post by Allie on Dec 3, 2015 8:51:02 GMT -6
“Thanks for the context..” He groaned audibly.
This was absolutely ludicrous. Whether or not Celty died was of no concern to him, since all she did was bring trouble with her unruly brat of a child. Even so, he grew to care for many of the members, and there was no way he’d let them get hurt again.
And hurting Oxy and Celty was part of that, in a weird way. Killing them for being different was exactly what he wanted to avoid: such prejudice was the reason why he was as fucked up as he was. It was a similar deal with Zerah: no one seemed to like him despite his best efforts, plus all the guy really did was play a prank that went horribly wrong.
With a heavy heart, he headed upstairs over to Daryn. Even if he didn’t know where very well, she had the right idea. He had no place in this conversation.
He plopped himself next to her, taking out a piece of meat and chomping it absentmindedly. He began to speak, hoping she’d understand his sentiment.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if Celty and Oxy left. All they do is bring us down,” He muttered, finishing his thought, “They can just d-ck around in a tiny shack out in the middle of nowhere, then they wouldn’t be f-cking us or anyone else over,”
He turned his head to face Zerah. Someone with as much power as him really was an asset: losing that asset would spell disaster for the whole guild, especially if he went berserk. Plus he grew a little bit fond of the guy; Zerah took him seriously for the most part despite everything, and cast aside his fear of fire to save Kama. That demanded respect. Seeing that guy mope around like an angsty 12 year old really put a damper on his already sour mood.
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Post by schribbit on Dec 3, 2015 10:20:49 GMT -6
“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if Celty and Oxy left. All they do is bring us down,” He muttered, finishing his thought, “They can just d-ck around in a tiny shack out in the middle of nowhere, then they wouldn’t be f-cking us or anyone else over,” Daryn was snapped from her tired trance when the small elf boy unexpectedly joined her. She barely paid attention to what he was saying, focusing more on her own dampened mood. Things had been going so well before it was all ruined. They'd had a nice meal, she learned about glimmer trees, heck, even the food fight between Kama had been fun. Now because of lies and monstrous secrets, everything had gone right back to horrible again. "I don't care who goes or who stays." She said, finally processing the boy's words with a deadpan expression. "I just want to rid the world of the evil that took it down. As long as everyone here helps us accomplish that, I could care less if they were possessed." Daryn sighed and rubbed her head in an attempt to rid herself of the headaches that had come over the past hour. "I just wish they wouldn't have- made me believe they wanted- to be friends." She said through gritted teeth, panting through her words as she felt angrier at both herself and those who had broken her trust. She couldn't believe she let herself care about people. She knew it was a bad idea. She then took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself down as she looked over to the elf once more. "In light of things that have happened, I think I can trust you, right? You've always been at the head of battles. You're a brave little elf. Exactly what you appear to be. Am I wrong?" While Daryn didn't care about whether he was some sort of demon or not, she at least had to know he was completely on their side. She had to know for sure. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 3, 2015 11:14:13 GMT -6
Brave.
He was taken aback by her words. Other than this guild, no one had made him feel anything positive. A perfect reminder for him to stay with them despite everything that happened. He hung his head back in the wall and spoke.
"Yeah, you can trust me. 'Kind of gave up the lying thing after joining this guild," he somberly replied, trying to put his mind off the debacle. It was true though, he didn't feel the need to lie about anything, especially since he didn't have any life threatening secrets. Just embarrassing ones.
"Then again, the only secrets I have are stupid ones that have nothing do with the guild," he shrugged as he bit odd another piece of his steak, offering a piece of it to Daryn.
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Post by zenguardian on Dec 3, 2015 11:28:08 GMT -6
"Celty, I'm going to be very frank. You are 4 things: You are weak. You are an idiot. You are a coward. And you are a liar. But even then... even then, you are still a mother and a survivor. I tend to stay disconnected from things. It's how I remain focused as an archer. But from my perspective, there's absolutely no way for anyone with a rational train of thought to simply trust you again. You know that, right? And I still feel that there are even more things that you're not telling us. And so," Fallen sighed, "I agree with Alroth. If you can't even control your child's body, let alone your own body, then perhaps you should relinquish control over to us."
Fallen snapped his fingers, the handcuffs binding Oxy's wrists together dissolving into dust. The particles hung in the air, awaiting orders. "What kind of enchantment do you have in mind, Alroth? I could make something that could be enchanted, maybe like a ring or a necklace or something."
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Post by schribbit on Dec 3, 2015 11:43:31 GMT -6
"Yeah, you can trust me. 'Kind of gave up the lying thing after joining this guild," he somberly replied, trying to put his mind off the debacle. It was true though, he didn't feel the need to lie about anything, especially since he didn't have any life threatening secrets. Just embarrassing ones. "Then again, the only secrets I have are stupid ones that have nothing do with the guild," he shrugged as he bit odd another piece of his steak, offering a piece of it to Daryn. "Ah, no thanks, I'm full of croissants." She patted her stomach, but soon found herself snickering at how ridiculous the statement sounded. "Your name's Osis, right? Don't think I've gotten the chance to talk to you yet. I'm Daryn. And, before you ask, I don't have any important secrets either. None at all, really. I was just a normal human living a normal life before all this fearen business." |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 3, 2015 13:20:08 GMT -6
"Celty, I'm going to be very frank. You are 4 things: You are weak. You are an idiot. You are a coward. And you are a liar. But even then... even then, you are still a mother and a survivor. I tend to stay disconnected from things. It's how I remain focused as an archer. But from my perspective, there's absolutely no way for anyone with a rational train of thought to simply trust you again. You know that, right? And I still feel that there are even more things that you're not telling us. And so," Fallen sighed, "I agree with Alroth. If you can't even control your child's body, let alone your own body, then perhaps you should relinquish control over to us." Fallen snapped his fingers, the handcuffs binding Oxy's wrists together dissolving into dust. The particles hung in the air, awaiting orders. "What kind of enchantment do you have in mind, Alroth? I could make something that could be enchanted, maybe like a ring or a necklace or something." Celty lowered her gaze, still clutching Oxy to her chest. “I don’t care anymore. Do what you like to me. Please be kind to my son.” Her voice wavered on the last sentence and she slowly pulled him away from her. “Remember what I asked you before?” She whispered. “If I went away…will you be alright here--?” “No,” He said back instantly, gripping her arm tightly. “Stop talking.” She tried to smile, but it was clearly fake. “Alright.” She looked up at Fallen and Alroth coldly. “When you’re ready.” |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Dec 3, 2015 14:31:00 GMT -6
The guild leader noticed Manasa arguing with Alroth, but fortunately it seemed like that argument ended quickly, so he decided to reply to Mimisko instead.
"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. You did everything you could Mimisko" Kama said.
The old man then replied to Fallen's question "I'm the leader here so I'll be the one to decide Celty's punishment. If you have one, put an enchanted item on her that can restrain her movement at any time on command. Do the same for Oxy, but make sure you don't harm them. I also don't want these two leaving any guild member's eyesight at any time. At least one member of the guild must keep an eye on them at all times, and that includes night time, so we'll need two people to stand guard tonight."
Kama turned his attention to Luair with a dissapointed look on his face as he said "I'm sorry Luair. This is the way it has to be."
After a brief silence Kama said to the guild "With that said does anyone have anything else they wanna say about this before we continue to discuss the information that's been found on the fearens? I don't feel like talking about fearens any more than the rest of you do so I'll make it quick."
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Post by melty on Dec 3, 2015 14:46:36 GMT -6
'N-No..' She stopped to regain her breath when a sharp pain permeated her chest. It stung, and Luair instinctively grabbed onto the area stumbling as she did. The fight with the hounds had done more than cause a few bruises. She gasped as she continued to struggle for air. Her health was generally sustained by a source of runic energy, that would stabilise her functions. In such a short time she had over extorted that resource, and now the toll finally hit her. She held onto Tveiralmr tightly, hoping that would improve her condition.
'I need to get to my bag.' she thought.
'I need to get to my bag.' she thought again.
She managed to get over to the stairs, the pain returned and this time it was strong enough to make her whole world go black.
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Post by Allie on Dec 3, 2015 14:55:29 GMT -6
"Ah, no thanks, I'm full of croissants." She patted her stomach, but soon found herself snickering at how ridiculous the statement sounded. "Your name's Osis, right? Don't think I've gotten the chance to talk to you yet. I'm Daryn. And, before you ask, I don't have any important secrets either. None at all, really. I was just a normal human living a normal life before all this fearen business." Osseus chuckled slightly before correcting Daryn. "It's Osseus," He said in a nonchalant tone, hoping not to make her angry. He was in no mood to deal with any more shit, "You can call me Oss, it's easier that way," A nickname was sort of a foreign concept to him, but it would prevent being called "Osis" again. To move on, he addressed Daryn's earlier statements. "That's the reason why I joined this god-forsaken guild. Saving the world sounds great, especially if everyone treats you like a worthless pile of shit," He somberly expressed. "Then again, if I didn't have this guild, I'd probably be dead by my own hands. You guys are all I have left; life is hopelessly boring when you have no one." |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 3, 2015 15:09:09 GMT -6
"It's Osseus," He said in a nonchalant tone, hoping not to make her angry. He was in no mood to deal with any more shit, "You can call me Oss, it's easier that way," A nickname was sort of a foreign concept to him, but it would prevent being called "Osis" again. To move on, he addressed Daryn's earlier statements. "That's the reason why I joined this god-forsaken guild. Saving the world sounds great, especially if everyone treats you like a worthless pile of shit," He somberly expressed. "Then again, if I didn't have this guild, I'd probably be dead by my own hands. You guys are all I have left; life is hopelessly boring when you have no one." "Oh." Was all Daryn could say at Osseus's statement. She thought on how lonely life had been when the only living things you came across were either fearen or animal. She had too much pride to admit she too would be as miserable as ever without the guild- especially if she'd had them, then lost them. She was both thankful that she'd met them and regretful that she'd become so attached. It'd be hard as hell to walk away from them now. "I- loneliness is-" Daryn tried starting to say something, but soon knew she had no idea what to express. She changed her idea. "I just want to be a hero. I'm not going to let this world get the best of me." |
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Post by titee on Dec 3, 2015 15:14:50 GMT -6
Manasa crumpled her face as her guild leader spoke. "They aren't prisoners," she commented as she turned her attention away from Rezza and towards Kama, a look of stubborn defiance on her face. She was still incredibly upset with Celty, she had no trust in her, but she had the right to be treated humanly instead of like an animal. "Oxy is a year old, he's young and impressionable. If we treat him like a monster now how do you think that will effect him mentally? Oxy NEEDS to be nurtured. If he's raised with kindness I'm certain he'll grow to be not a threat to anybody." Manasa looked to her other guild mates briefly, face flushed. "But if you insist on doing this to him... I volunteer." She then looked to her feet, considering what she had said back at the coluseum. "And as for other topics, the guild's teamwork should be one of them. We know nothing of each other, and who knows what other secrets or grudges people could be carrying."
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 3, 2015 15:42:09 GMT -6
((image heavy post im sorry)) Her golden eyes flicked from the suit of armor to Rezza, causing her features to soften. She approached the healer, placing a hand on his shoulder and speaking in a much softer tone. "Are you okay?" She asked, looking down and into his eyes. "I'm sorry, I should have helped you back there."  The healer shrunk into the wall, with all the recent stress and the previous days breakdown the real world seemed rather far. Almost intangible. Muddled voices and sounds. Blurred sights. Nothing seemed real, and with the reveal that a fearen had been under their nose the whole time he almost didn't want it to be. Rezza's eyes began to overflow.  Staring at the floor, he felt that he, himself, almost wasn't real. His whole life had just been a rude dream. He did not notice anyone approaching him until he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.  "Huwha?" Forced back to reality his eyes snapped forward. Then traveled up to meet Manasa's as she spoke to him.  The words were almost nonsense. Just a strange collection of sounds, almost like an entirely foreign language. All he could do was simply stare back as the words began to decode themselves. As she turned her attention away the words slowly began to make sense. "Wha-" His voice was almost inaudible as he found the meaning to all those sounds. "Why, help me?" Between everything going on it was too much, just weight piled on top of more weight. His body began to shake vehemently. His eyes overflowing, tears flooding out and down his face. While he was a patient person, this was definitely more than he bear. Completely unable to maintain the polite and well intentioned facade he attempted to put up around others his voice rose more than he intended. "What do you mean?! I just don't understand what's going on anymore! After all that happened yesterday, I don't know what's going on! I didn't sign up for this! Allies could have killed me, or any one of us at anytime, I can't do this anymore!" His head sunk behind his knees as he realized just how loud he had been. Having so many people that could possibly see him acting so weak made him feel sick. Cowering into the wall Rezza waited for the torrent of insults and ridicule that was certain to come. |
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ChibiGissy
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 3, 2015 16:32:48 GMT -6
Mimisko nodded as she wipes tears from her eyes..
That's right. This was not even her fault. Mimisko didn't know that the witch within Celty would take control and screw everything up and everyone over. It's just unfortunate thing happening after another. No one in this guild is at fault
This is not even Celty or Oxy's fault.
It's the witch's fault.
The witch reminds her of a certain voice that was in Mimisko's head a few times. The one that her mother recognized.
Tenpanalu...
Who was Tenpanalu?
What was Tenpanalu?
Thinking about it gives Mimisko a headache..
"I think I don't have much to say with this situation." Mimisko said as she give a bit of a sad look to Celty and Oxy. She looks back at Kama,
"What's the other information you have, Kama?"
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Post by Allie on Dec 3, 2015 16:59:33 GMT -6
He laughed half-heartedly, unsurprised by her response. 'at least she cares...' he thought. He tried to formulate a reply that would ease her, but saying something as depressing as that would most certainly not be brushed off.
"You don't have to worry about me Daryn. Last time I cried about my problems, I got decked in the face,"
A wrenching in his gut could be felt, his mind racing as he tried to piece together why this was happening. The only conclusion he could come up with was that something was horribly, undeniably wrong. He bid Daryn farewell as he made his way down to the dungeon, coming across Luair's backpack. There was no way she'd leave this behind unless...
He immediately slung the bag over his other shoulder as he ran faster, hoping that something didn't happen while he was out moping.
"LUAIR!!!" he screamed out, Just now noticing her limp body on the staircase. He shook it, tears forming in his eyes with each jerk of the body.
"DON'T DIE ON ME, PLEASE!!" He hollered out once more, trying to get her attention, only to whimper one final plea "...please..."
He choked back floods of tears trying to inspect her body. Little breaths seemed to form, making Osseus sigh in a relief only rivaled by the end of the Fearos battle. He focused his gaze on any injuries, noticing large gashes on her chest. 'ok...' he thought, ripping apart his final shirt he found from the past two years and wrapping the wound with it. A small herb poked out of his bag, the only one he knew anything about. With that, he snatched it and prepared the remedy, slathering it over the wound. It was awkward, but she was hurt; there was nothing to it. He later plopped himself at her side, waiting for any sign of life.
"Why couldn't I protect her..." he sobbed whilst cradling her into his arms, his main objective getting her to a safer area of the castle. He wandered the halls for a short while before remembering the bedroom where he practice knife throwing. He tried to make the trip as quick as possible considering his lack of physical strength, quickly arriving to his destination. There, he tucked her into the bed, making sure she was sufficiently comfortable. He then bolted to the banquet, grabbing remaining morsels on the table, and darted back, setting them up on a night stand.
He sighed in a mixture of anger, anxiety, and hopelessness. This whole day was a mess, and he would give the world for it to be over.
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