ChibiGissy
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 7, 2015 16:32:07 GMT -6
Mimisko thought about that for a moment. She flashes back to when she arrived during the time Kama called Rezza and Ooro. She notice how Rezza looks like he is on the edge. Might've been from when Oxy was going beserk that scared him a lot. ((Protip: Mimisko really didn't think to look down as she was more focused with what was going on with Luair at the time)) Though, why did Kama called Rezza and Ooro? Mimisko walked forward and said.
"I think I'll head on to check what's going on. I say it's best you two shall stay here." She looks back and smiles "After all, you two need rest after today."
Mimisko waves and then looks forward.
"I'll be off. Take care, guys"
With that, Mimisko moves forward to Kama, Rezza, and Ooro's direction.
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Post by norimo on Dec 7, 2015 17:51:00 GMT -6
Ooro was taken aback as Rezza scampered off without warning. She dashed after him, clearly seeing the pain written all over his face with every step he took. When he tumbled over and used his left hand as his rescue from pummeling into the ground; she bit her lip. "Rezza, p-please take it easy!" she didn't even want to imagine just how that stunt felt.
However, her attention shifted upon seeing the dancer's unconscious body. Against the floor were golden-like specks... her blood? Yet there was something absolutely filthy mixed in between the droplets. There was a thick, pitch-black substance sprawled about, and it was moving. "What happened!?" Her hand flew over her mouth in horror as she saw the liquid spattered across the floor. While it was obvious Manasa hadn't been feeling well, Ooro hadn't spotted any immediate injuries. Yet, when she put her hand over her head- she was hot, burning even. This didn't seem like some measly fever in the slightest however...
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Post by titee on Dec 7, 2015 18:33:30 GMT -6
Manasa let out a pained gasp as the imp laid her down on her back, eyes still clamped shut. At one moment she felt her blood stream has lit on fire, the next it was frozen solid. She shook violently, desperately trying to regulate her own body temperature to no success.  It was choking her. It was as if the sludge itself had wrung it's fingers around her neck and refused to let go until it saw all life fade from her being. Manasa desperately tried to call out, yet all that escaped her lips were weak cries.
The heat began to center around her forehead, growing tenfold. It felt as if her entire skull had been crush, shards collapsing in on her. The skin on her her forehead began to shift and reform, as if something was trying to escape from under the surface. Manasa let out a scream as the flesh on her forehead began to darken, an odd patterned beginning to form.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 7, 2015 18:59:26 GMT -6
Ooro was taken aback as Rezza scampered off without warning. She dashed after him, clearly seeing the pain written all over his face with every step he took. When he tumbled over and used his left hand as his rescue from pummeling into the ground; she bit her lip. "Rezza, p-please take it easy!" she didn't even want to imagine just how that stunt felt. However, her attention shifted upon seeing the dancer's unconscious body. Against the floor were golden-like specks... her blood? Yet there was something absolutely filthy mixed in between the droplets. There was a thick, pitch-black substance sprawled about, and it was moving. "What happened!?" Her hand flew over her mouth in horror as she saw the liquid spattered across the floor. While it was obvious Manasa hadn't been feeling well, Ooro hadn't spotted any immediate injuries. Yet, when she put her hand over her head- she was hot, burning even. This didn't seem like some measly fever in the slightest however... Zerah's eyes snapped away from Manasa to see that Ooro had arrived thanks to Kama. His heart was beating intensely as he looked up at the elf with a horror-filled gaze. "She must've taken some of that black blood.. I don't know where she got it from, there shouldn't be any-" Just then, Zerah's attention was brought to a journal on the ground, the page opened to a section about the God's blood. Seems Rylan got a taste of his own medicine. Zerah's face scowled, this was Rylan's fault. He growled, then looked back at Ooro. "I don't know what to do! When I went through this, there were people who knew what was going on. Do I have to..." A thought flashed through Zerah's head. He remembered what felt like steam escaping through his eye socket after the blood had been poured inside. There was nowhere for the heat inside Manasa to escape. Her organs would melt if the heat didn't escape somehow. Zerah gulped at the connotation of the actions he was about to take. He formed his claw into a needle point and looked at Ooro. "I....I know what I have to do...." Zerah said, hesitantly. He pulled the armor away from the woman's chest. Zerah gulped again. He truly hoped Manasa would forgive him, and with that thought he plunged his needle-like finger into her chest. He held it there for a moment, feeling the heat making his own blood boil. When he removed it, a blast of steaming air could be felt erupting from her chest. Zerah held the armor out of the hole's way so that the steam could continue to find it's way out of her body. After about five minutes of steam escaping, frostbite-like skin, similar to that of Ninazu, spread over the woman's wound, the hole closing on its own. Zerah waited to see if this worked, as it was the only thing Zerah could think to do. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 7, 2015 19:47:09 GMT -6
He set down Luair from where she stood, patting her on the head before sending her off. Sighing in relief that the two young girls were in decent condition, he wandered off around the castle, only staying near the same few halls he had explored before. Entering the same room he had laid Luair in, he flopped down on a chair, focusing his attention on the vanity in front of him. His fingers brushed against the sheathed dagger recently gifted to him. He unsheathed the weapon, an odd idea striking him. Kama had been known to hold the dagger in his mouth when fighting... or so he was told by everyone who had ever shared the Varthorn Legend. Grasping the hilt, he placed it between his teeth, pushing back his tongue to prevent saliva from coating. Maybe with this, he could begin to feel more like the hero everyone would believe in.   Only instead of looking badass, he looked like a dork trying to be as slick as the person he was trying to emulate. In some ways, he had to question the utility of a dagger in one's mouth. How Kama did it, he'd have to ask himself. He slid the dagger back in its sheath and placed it in its rightful spot, patting it slightly as a somewhat affectionate gesture, and walked off, looking for something to do. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 7, 2015 20:17:17 GMT -6
Rezza simply stood next to the wall trying to focus his sight on what was happening. The dancer let out a shriek that felt like someone digging a knife into his chest. Someone was in pain, he had to help. But he didn't even know what this "god's blood" was. What could he do? What could he even do? His right hand swung down, letting his staff gently clatter to the floor. So many thoughts hung in his mind that he felt as though the were trying to push him to the ground. Placing his right hand on his knee, he leaned into the wall for support, staring on at the scene with empty eyes. The only thing he was good at, the only skill he had, and he couldn't even do it. He felt useless. He felt as though he wasn't even there. Like he could just disappear in any moment. Was he really even there witnessing the events happening to Manasa? His claws dug themselves into his skin as his grip tightened. So many sharp, painful thoughts. In a slow, smooth motion his nails raked through his thigh as he tried to wrestle against these thoughts. Trying to affirm his place in the world.  He was useful. He was needed. He wasn't the best but he was good at what he did. No matter how much he thought this he knew he was wrong. Quietly he fell to his knees, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. They were all right about him and he should have listened. He should have listened. |
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Post by melty on Dec 7, 2015 20:26:49 GMT -6
Luair gleefully waved goodbye with both arms. Walking was fine now, and there wasn't any aches or creaks in her legs, nor was she on the brink of toppling in each step. That potion had reverted to her not only to her past state, but exceeded that by far. She stretched her arms before the last wave and thought of what to do next. Mimisko earlier noted she would go to see Ooro and Rezza, and if she went too, Luair felt she would be an obtrusion rather than any help. It was clear in her head that there was little she could do anyways. Despite this, she continued to worry about the situation as she walked through the winding corridors. She could put up a fight, but away from battle Luair wished she was more helpful. And if possible without a strong reliance on Tveiralmr.
Luair sighed as she thought to those words. Was there anything she had that was worth giving to him in the first place? Would he even find it the slightest bit useful? All these questions spurred from that one line jumbled around in her head. The act of repaying him; it was a sight she wished to see, even though she felt that she was less than capable in almost all things.
Altheron had given her a good word or two whilst she adventured with the Shadow Slayers. He would have an idea of a solution or something alike to it. Though he could not find his location. Minutes passed and Luair was sure that she heard his voice, albeit muffled and far off. She traced the source until the end; which in this case was a door. She tapped on it and feebly said, 'Altheron? Are you inside?'
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 7, 2015 22:16:59 GMT -6
Daryn gasped audibly, not from actual surprise but more for Oxy's benefit. She then copied his actions, running along down the hallway with her arms out in front of her, making the same noise. "Turn left here, Sir!" She said between her whooshes when they got to an adjoining hallway. Daryn continued down this hallway until finally they were out of the military wing and in the servant wing. Daryn stopped in front of a door she hadn't gone into yet, gesturing to it widely. "We'll go in this one first, okay?" Daryn said as she opened the door to another servants quarters. It was in a bit of disarray, but there still seemed to be enough clothes to look through. They were all piled on the floor, though. "Would you look at that, a perfect pile of clothes just waiting to be jumped in!" She said, waiting to see if Oxy would take her suggestion. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Oxy screamed, diving headfirst into a pile of clothes. Some of the lighter articles flew into the air before settling back down in different piles. There was movement under neath the clothes as Oxy dug away beneath them, resurfacing farther away with a sock clinging to his nose. He sneezed and it fell back into the pile. The toddler giggled before vanishing back under the sea of clothing.
Clarissa heard the racket and she frowned, the golden bird she had made settling back into her hand. She whispered another enchantment. "Oculos meos, et aures." The bird took off again through the halls until it settled in the room where Manasa was, surveying the area. The witch blinked as her eyes and ears adjusted to the sight of the bird---she was unable to see or hear through Celty's body while she held up the spell. She smirked when she watched the dancer writhing in pain on the floor, noticing the healer was unable to do anything to help. Well...if things were truly taking a turn for the worst...perhaps she could use this as an opportunity...? She shook the thought away for now, deciding trying to make a contract with so many other people in the room would end poorly for her, even if in a situation where it could save someone. |
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Post by titee on Dec 7, 2015 22:34:49 GMT -6
Golden tears streamed down Manasa's face. She whimpered as Zerah stabbed her, too weak to fight against the pain or even protest it.  As the time pasted the marking on her forehead solidified, revealing a strange black marking. As it did so Manasa's head spun, feeling both simultaneously on fire and frozen. She swallowed and then let out a weak cough, eyelids fluttering open to dizzily look around the room before clamping shut again in reaction to the severe migraine she had received in doing so.
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 7, 2015 23:01:37 GMT -6
That laugh wasn't sincere. The shaman pondered at the flat tones in his friend's voice as he placed his hat and pack on a drier part of the floor and accepted the rag, eyeing it a bit before pressing it on his lap, allowing the towel to sop up some of the excess water that remained on his lower half, his belongings, and part of the floor. He saw no real point on drying the rest of his body now as it seemed that with every moment he'd get drier, the water trapped in his hair would send him repeating the process over and over. "You cannot simply waltz around in the nude like that, Altheron. It's indecent, and can be viewed as having... less than savory implications behind it." Altheron nodded at Enoch's statements blankly, staring at his exposed skin with a puzzled look in his eye. Truth be told, the man hadn't the slightest clue what most of the words that flew out of the elf's mouth actually meant in relation to his nakedness, but he figured that if being nude caused Enoch to make that face again, it must not have been a good thing to do on this planet. With that, he turned back to the mage with a quick "Alright" and reached into his hat, pulling out the pair of pants he had acquired when he was missing in action and slipping them on. They were a lot softer than they looked. And warmer. So warm that it'd made him realize just how badly he needed to cover up. Apparently wet hair gets cold real fast, and with that thought in mind, the shaman jumped up and made his way over to the tub, sliding a little as he walked. The red color of the water hadn't fazed him as he hovered over the pool and wrung the majority of the water in his hair out. He held his original outfit a few inches away from him with his arm after he squeezed the life out of it. Now he was just damp, and still very cold. And he needed to clean up the rest of the water. And he needed to leave his clothes somewhere safe to properly dry. He continued to shiver a bit as he mulled over the solutions to all his current problems until he was quickly pulled out of all those previous sensations at the sound of a door knocking. 'Altheron? Are you inside?' "Yes, I am! Enoch is here, too!"
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 7, 2015 23:17:52 GMT -6
Zerah sighed, a mix of relief and anxiousness washing over him. The worst of it was over with. Now it was just a matter of waiting until the woman came completely to. Zerah looked down at Manasa, a saddened smile spreading across his face. He looked around the room to see everyone who was there, when he noticed something a bit peculiar.
"The worst of it is over, now. All we have to do is wait for Manasa to come to. Now if you'll excuse me for a moment." Zerah stood up, a sudden flash of rage spreading across his face as he streched out his arm and snatched the strange cloth bird out of the air. "I have a pest to get rid of."
Zerah walked in the direction of the dining room, bird still in hand, when he stopped halfway there, with nobody close enough to hear him. He held the bird out and glared into it. "Really, you fucking witch? Do you derive some sort of pleasure from this? Watching people suffer? You could have come to help, and perhaps that would've helped your reputation among the guild, but instead you watched all this chaos unfold like the vile voyeur you are. Did I not make it clear what I could do to you? How quickly I can end you? Pull this kind of shit again, and next time I'll give you a hands-on demonstration." Zerah bared his teeth at the bird before ripping it to shreds. He had already lost his patience with Clarissa and Celty, and it was getting harder and harder not to snap and kill them. Zerah took a deep breathe and walked back over towards Manasa.
He knelt down next to her. In a hushed tone, he asked "Are you okay? How's your body feeling?"
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 7, 2015 23:29:44 GMT -6
Zerah walked in the direction of the dining room, bird still in hand, when he stopped halfway there, with nobody close enough to hear him. He held the bird out and glared into it. "Really, you fucking witch? Do you derive some sort of pleasure from this? Watching people suffer? You could have come to help, and perhaps that would've helped your reputation among the guild, but instead you watched all this chaos unfold like the vile voyeur you are. Did I not make it clear what I could do to you? How quickly I can end you? Pull this kind of shit again, and next time I'll give you a hands-on demonstration." Zerah bared his teeth at the bird before ripping it to shreds. He had already lost his patience with Clarissa and Celty, and it was getting harder and harder not to snap and kill them. Zerah took a deep breathe and walked back over towards Manasa. The witch blinked rapidly as the spell was forcefully cut short, holding a hand up to her eyes as her vision gradually, and painfully returned. "Damn it," She muttered under her breath, leaning over the table and putting all her weight on her elbows. These people wanted them dead, then alive. They wanted them to leave, then to stay. They forgave, then threatened. What the hell was she supposed to do? She rubbed her forehead angrily, a headache forming from the snapped spell. The only way she could've helped Manasa in that situation was to draw power from a contract, since it was something she didn't fully understand how to fix. She would have had to overkill it unless they wanted to risk her making it worse. She highly doubted the dancer would have been in a state to do such a thing, and the imp would've sliced off her head the moment she suggested it. Now she understood how Celty felt, being shoved into corners where all the choices led down darker paths. She doubted any of these explanations would appease the imp and sighed, replacing her hat and getting up from the table to wander the halls in peace. She didn't want to be in the dining area if people were to return. |
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Post by titee on Dec 7, 2015 23:38:07 GMT -6
Zerah sighed, a mix of relief and anxiousness washing over him. The worst of it was over with. Now it was just a matter of waiting until the woman came completely to. Zerah looked down at Manasa, a saddened smile spreading across his face. He looked around the room to see everyone who was there, when he noticed something a bit peculiar. "The worst of it is over, now. All we have to do is wait for Manasa to come to. Now if you'll excuse me for a moment." Zerah stood up, a sudden flash of rage spreading across his face as he streched out his arm and snatched the strange cloth bird out of the air. "I have a pest to get rid of." He knelt down next to her. In a hushed tone, he asked "Are you okay? How's your body feeling?" As time passed the pain slowly faded away, until all that was left was a fever and a headache. Manasa finally felt the courage to move once more, putting her hand on her now frost bitten chest and slowly sitting up, eyes half lidded. She looked around at the crowd that had gathered around her, a wave of embarrassment turning her cheeks an even deeper shade of gold than the fever did. "I..." A sharp pain came from the marking on her head as her ears began to ring. Manasa shot her hand up to her forehead and hissed, clamping her eyes shut in reaction. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. "Rylan!" She frantically looked around the room despite the pain in her head, looking for the journal. He vision still blurry, she picked up one of the other books mistaking it for his only to throw it away in frustration, tears forming as she wrapped herself in a ball, the pain too unbearable to continue searching. |
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Post by not u on Dec 7, 2015 23:42:32 GMT -6
Enoch sighed in relief as Altheron began to slide on a pair of pants, a different set of garments than the ones he'd been wearing previously. All of the tension and on-edge feelings left his body as the problem of the man's... nudity was corrected, sighing and watching him head towards the tub of water to wring out his hair. Peering inside the shaman's very large hat, he noticed a couple unfamiliar garments glimmering inside of it. She tapped on it and feebly said, 'Altheron? Are you inside?' The priest glanced over at the door as the small elf girl knocked on it, calling out after Altheron spoke, "He's getting dressed. One moment, Luair!" before glancing over at the shivering shaman. His expression softened as he shook his head a bit, pulling out the other dry garments from the shaman's hat and holding them up, raising an eyebrow as he examined them. "Come on Altheron, you're going to catch a cold if you stay like that much longer."
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Post by norimo on Dec 8, 2015 2:14:24 GMT -6
Ooro's hands flew over her mouth in a panic, as the tar contorted into a horrendous shape and began to strangle Manasa. What the-!? Never had she encountered anything of the like, and was at a lost of what to do. She was about to attempt to pry the arms away from her, until Zerah had interjected by poking a hole in the woman's chest. In a panic, she almost was tempted to stop him until realizing the gap closed up instantly upon removing his needle. As the imp did so, a thought had come across Ooro's mind. She remembered faintly back when she was injured, that Zerah was standing over her as a strange substance burned at her skin. The pitchy oil-like globules retreating from the pores of her skin, as though sickened by its very touch. The darkness that tarnished the gold in the dancer's blood- could it have been similar?
During her moment of panic, she turned to Rezza as to see if he had a clue as to what was transpiring. Yet the healer was on his knees, defeated and lost by the situation as the blood trickled from his thigh. How did he!? She scurried to his side, kneeling and reaching in her satchel for her thread. Without asking, she had began to weave the needle through his flesh, trying to sew it up as quickly as possible.
I... The events had weighed on her heavily, and she was beginning to feel sick beyond her stomach. Ooro had lost her composure to panic twice, possibly even three times in just a day's time. There was commotion left and right, but there was little in her power to turn the tide of any of the situations. As she finished up stitching the wound, getting ready to turn to the scene once more...
Manasa shrieked the name of her departed affection, and with that struck Ooro's last nerve. I need to leave. They had just barely escaped with their lives yesterday, and should now be enjoying a time of peace. Though it was if her predictions were coming true; that no matter where she went- it would be torn apart by conflict. The battle with the fearen waged on, the distrust had grown significantly, and now... this, was happening. It was awful, she pulled at her hair for a moment in fitful confusion as what action to take- before ultimately rising to her feet and making a dash for the exit. She was of no use anyways, being that she knew nothing of whatever the black substance had been. Zerah could... surely handle it...
As she left the scene, her hands held her stomach as the dreaded stress seeped in. There was an ache, and a wave of nausea. Everything, just everything began to feel as though it was tumbling down. She had even begun to question if her life was beginning to loop- with her constantly growing apart of one thing, and then being ripped from everything once more. If that was the case, she was going to at least tear the wrapping off with her own hands.
She wandered the castle on her own, trying to work up the gall to go back. However, it proved more difficult than she anticipated. Especially with how she ran... she hadn't the courage to face them again so soon. One ear had quirked to the side as she heard a familiar voice not too far away.
Luair had been standing outside the door, and from within she could hear two others just barely. Something about Altheron getting... dressed? How peculiar. Curious as to what she had been waiting for, Ooro decided to stroll over the small figure. Glancing down at her, she asked "You are waiting for Altheron? Does he need help in there?" A weak attempt at a chuckle lightly let out, it was a bit obvious that she was having trouble regaining her composure still.
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