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Post by titee on Dec 8, 2015 16:49:52 GMT -6
Manasa took a deep breath, resting her elbows on the table as she brought both of her hands up to her mouth, closing her eyes in deep thought. Despite her poor choices, the mistrust, and the betray Celty was a mother first and foremost.
A mother that loved her child.
After some deliberation, Manasa's eyes opened once more, peering at Celty through dark bronze lashes that seemed to weigh quite heavy at this moment. "Don't be wreckless. Oxy loves you, and you are still my ally. Your life should be prioritized. But... With that being said I accept." Manasa lowered her hands and placed them on the table. "If the Shadow Slayers work together as one we will all make it out if this battle, we will be unstoppable. But that requires trust to happen. Can I trust you? And whatever it is living inside you?"
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 8, 2015 17:01:29 GMT -6
Manasa took a deep breath, resting her elbows on the table as she brought both of her hands up to her mouth, closing her eyes in deep thought. Despite her poor choices, the mistrust, and the betray Celty was a mother first and foremost. A mother that loved her child. After some deliberation, Manasa's eyes opened once more, peering at Celty through dark bronze lashes that seemed to weigh quite heavy at this moment. "Don't be wreckless. Oxy loves you, and you are still my ally. Your life should be prioritized. But... With that being said I accept." Manasa lowered her hands and placed them on the table. "If the Shadow Slayers work together as one we will all make it out if this battle, we will be unstoppable. But that requires trust to happen. Can I trust you? And whatever it is living inside you?" Celty let out a long sigh and tried to stop herself from sobbing in relief that Manasa had accepted such a large request. Whatever came next, she could handle. If everyone hated her, scorned her, spit at her, she could smile knowing that it didn't matter. He had someone. He wouldn't be alone. "I promise you can trust me," she whispered. "But I cannot promise the same for Clarissa. I'm sorry; I just can't." Her hands shook a bit with anger. "She's tricked me more than once at this point. This whole possession thing wasn't mentioned once when I made a deal with her. I thought my life was to be shortened, not played with like a puppet. I...I don't even think I should be alone with Oxy anymore." She looked back up at Manasa with some sense of determination returning. "Do not hesitate to kill me if she hurts him in anyway. Don't think about me as a mother. Think about Clarissa as a threat." She stood up slowly, using her chair to steady herself. "I trust you to do the right thing. The rest of the guild has shown uncertainty concerning my son but you didn't flinch to protect him. I'm grateful for that." She tugged at the collar and frowned a bit. "I don't know what activates this, but you should find out. I ask that you not tell me if you do, for obvious reasons." |
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Post by titee on Dec 8, 2015 17:13:51 GMT -6
Manasa inhaled deeply as Celty made her way. She did not know how to respond to or feel about the woman's final request to take her life, and instead chose silence. With her interaction with Celty taken care of Manasa then called out for Osseus, positive he was lurking somewhere but too tired to discern where. "You can come out now, pudding thief," she stated, still upset over his attempted theft of the food her brother had made her.
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Post by Allie on Dec 8, 2015 17:29:15 GMT -6
Manasa inhaled deeply as Celty made her way. She did not know how to respond to or feel about the woman's final request to take her life, and instead chose silence. With her interaction with Celty taken care of Manasa then called out for Osseus, positive he was lurking somewhere but too tired to discern where. "You can come out now, pudding thief," she stated, still upset over his attempted theft of the food her brother had made her. "Thanks for the nickname," He groaned, revealing his position. he ambled to the chair and sat down on the floor nearby. He pouted at Manasa, sticking out his tongue in a cheeky manner before his eyes settled on the strange mark on her forehead. He swore that it wasn't there before, but there was no way to know. Vishkanyans were unheard of in his book outside of the woman in front of him. "Is that a tattoo?" He asked, blissfully unaware of the events that transpired. |
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Post by titee on Dec 8, 2015 17:38:16 GMT -6
"Thanks for the nickname," He groaned, revealing his position. he ambled to the chair and sat down on the floor nearby. He pouted at Manasa, sticking out his tongue in a cheeky manner before his eyes settled on the strange mark on her forehead. He swore that it wasn't there before, but there was no way to know. Vishkanyans were unheard of in his book outside of the woman in front of him. "Is that a tattoo?" He asked, blissfully unaware of the events that transpired. Manasa stuck her tongue out in response to Osseus doing the same. She was about to open her mouth to lecture him when the dark elf asked about the new marking on her head. Her forehead seemed the ache in response, Manasa rubbing it and looking of as she replied. "In a way...." She then changed the subject quickly, not wanting the conversation to go down a less than savory route. "And you earned that title when you tried to steal the food my brother had made for me. If you had been polite I would have gladly shared with you... Pudding Thief." |
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Post by Allie on Dec 8, 2015 18:11:34 GMT -6
Manasa stuck her tongue out in response to Osseus doing the same. She was about to open her mouth to lecture him when the dark elf asked about the new marking on her head. Her forehead seemed the ache in response, Manasa rubbing it and looking of as she replied. "In a way...." She then changed the subject quickly, not wanting the conversation to go down a less than savory route. "And you earned that title when you tried to steal the food my brother had made for me. If you had been polite I would have gladly shared with you... Pudding Thief." "All right," He shrugged, not feeling it necessary to pry further. Probably a cultural thing, anyways. But pudding sounded great at the moment. And he needed something a little bit lighter after seeing Luair in her state, even if the day had many good moments interspersed with angst. "But it was fooooooddddd!" He sarcastically whined, hoping his efforts would lighten the mood. He needed people to rely on to save the world, and hopefully getting Manasa on his good side would help with that. After all, even the smallest bit of support can do wonders. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 8, 2015 18:55:33 GMT -6
This time much like others before yielded no good results. Without the proper instrument his spell was unfocused, his energy flowing out of his control. Rezza felt as though he was on fire. Lurching forward he let out a shriek of pain, while he was able to cut off the magic's flow he had lost so much of it in his wasteful stunt. Hunching forward he held his head between his knees, the heat the had began running up his spine slowly had made its way to his throat. His stomach twisted as he began to cough and sputter out blood, before falling back to the floor. Everything he had been doing had only led to him hurting himself so he figured that he might as well just give up and resign to doing nothing. Clarissa took over again seconds after Celty began walking away, wiping the woman's tears out of her eyes. She raised her lip up in snarl as she recalled Celty's words. It stung her the wrong way that the woman was willing to give up everything for a creature she'd known only a year. The child was worthless, a burden, and too innocent to be able to work with the hand he'd been dealt. Putting him down would cause less pain in the long run, but now Celty had given her go ahead to kill them should she lay a hand on the boy. If they knew she was okay with it, their hesitation would no longer be an issue. She cursed silently as walked through the halls when an odd energy caught her attention. She shifted her focus to where it was coming from, curiosity getting the better of her. She wandered that way until coming across the healer that had chosen to defend her during the uproar, surprised to find him writhing in pain on the floor. She frowned, something in the back of her mind managing to feel empathy for the man. She leaned next to him and placed a glowing palm on his forehead, not bothering to ask like she had with Manasa. "This will numb your body for a time while you collect yourself. Be careful not to move around too much." She whispered softly. She sat next to him and stared coolly into the distance. She wasn't positive why she was helping him, but it seemed she felt indebted and wanted that guilt to be lifted. "If you want me to leave, I will." She added, but didn't ask any questions or make an attempt to comfort him. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 8, 2015 19:05:21 GMT -6
((I kinda want to take my time to apologize about the post I made earlier, where I kinda broke one of the rules. I know that everyone is not mad or didn't noticed about that but I just wanted to aplogized for not following the directions. I'm sorry. So, we'll a dream sequence with that character, just to play it safe. Again, I'm really sorry.)) ((Before Manasa screamed.)) Mimisko was about to catch up to Kama but than some sort of flag pole that was old hit her head and then she became unconscious.
Cursed Flag Pole!!!((During the situation, DREAM SEQUENCE TIME MOTHER- Sorry. Also it's long so it's under spoilers)) {Spoiler}Mimisko is in some sort of dream. It's all dark.... Why is everything dark?! Then light stream surrounds her? What's going on?! Then she sees a somewhat scantly clad woman in front of her.  " Well, well, well, if it ain't stupid, little Mimisko." That woman's voice.... it's the voice that tortured Mimisko thrice! Teinpanalu!  "So, you are Teinpanalu?" Mimisko was not happy to see her. She has shot a glared at Teinpanalu. " Correct! Wow, aren't you smart, Mimisko!" "Can it, you fiend! Why are you here?! ....Are you going to turn into a fearen as well?" " Hahahahahah, screw that." Teinpanalu luaghs "Fearens tend to die. Your brother's guild and this one tend to have a much easier time killing them." "Then what ARE you going to do?" " I only want to fight you and your brother's guild. Everyone else in this one your in currently is way to scary for me, especially that Zerah punk." "Hey! Don't insult him like that." " And oh yeah, Rylan was also kinda a piece of shit. I can understand insulting Yakoshi and Archex but he really shouldn't insult Sandor like that." "Stop it!" " But oh man, Rylan's death was the funniest thing I have ever seen in recent years! It's almost as funny as what happened with Zerah before."Mimisko got furious "That's enough, you heartless coward!!!" Once Teinpanalu heard what she was called, the stuck a gigantic nerve. " ....Da F-ck did you just called me?" "You heard me. If you are only wanting to fight me, my brother, and his guild but not eh Shadow Slayers, you are nothing more than a coward! Heck, you are more of a coward than I was during the fight with Fearos!" " YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Teinpanalu punched the ground and stood up  " I decide what I want! You can't tell me what to do or how I live my life! In fact, being a fearen will suck major dick. I may be dead but I will steal something from Sandor and then a miserable excuse of a priestess in your world! YOU'll F-UCKING SEE!!" Both of them began to glare even more. Teinpanalu shouted. " You know what? I'm leaving. You are honestly pissing me off! Eat a dick, you little shit!!!" Teinpanalu fades away. "I'd say, you're the bigger brat, you fiend..." ((So, I kinda want to clearify that, Teinpanalu will not appear until the RP is over.)) ((After that whole thing with Manasa has died down.)) Mimisko woke up. Her head head began to hurt. "Gugh... my head...." Then Mimisko realized something.... "MANASA! That's right! I gotta check-!" " Mimisko, that thing has been.... kinda cleared up." said the voice of her mother. Mimisko became realived but also confused. " What do you mean 'kinda'?" " Looking at it....I'm a bit confused but you friend is alive." " I should try checking on her, right?" " Mimisko, You've been through a witch causing a woman and her son go insane, cheering up Kama, which by the way, I am SUPER proud of you for that. Not to mention, you helped healed an innocent elf. You worked hard. I'd say check up on her later in an hour or so" " ...Right." The voice of her mother is right, Mimisko has been through enough in a short amount of time. Resting will help a lot. Mimisko walked around in a random direction. She stares out into a window.
The final battle..... it may come soon.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 8, 2015 19:31:49 GMT -6
Zerah was heaving by the time he finished his 'training session.' Scattered remains of what were once dummies lay all around the room. He looked around at the mess he had made in the room, then back up to the one armored dummy still embedded into the wall. He plopped down onto the floor and laid back in the sea of cotton he had created as he tried to catch his breath. None of this had helped him, as he was still furious. Hearing that name triggered something inside of him. A hatred he couldn't shake.
Why do you care so much about this Rylan? He's dead. You should be pleased with that! You were earlier today. Zerah stayed quiet, still trying to catch his breath. It's all over, now. He's gone. If you keep throwing these temper tantrums, you're going to lose all your allies. Zerah still remained silent.
WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT WHAT THAT MAN DID ALL THOSE YEARS AGO!?!?
"BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN YOU SHOWED UP!!!!" Zerah finally shouted at the top of his lungs, causing the mask to go silent. "Your eyes never glowed until that day. Your face never changed until that day. You never said a damn thing until that day! I was alone in a cell for over a hundred years, and not once did you say a word. But once that fucking blood was put inside me, you finally became a chatterbox. Going on and on about how weak I was, how useless I was, how I was going to die and you'd take my body away." Zerah ranted on. "It wasn't until that day, that you finally started talking to me. And why? Because of this blood! This blood gave you a way to take my body over, to control me, to give you a way to become yourself once more. Do you know how horrifying and infuriating it is to listen to somebody go on and on about how they're going to get you one day? That one day, I'll be nothing but a memory, while my body is out doing Yakoshi knows what? And to know, it's all that priests fault that I'm doomed to have my body become a puppet in death, it kinda PISSES ME OFF! SO, SORRY IF I GET MAD AT THE MENTION OF RYLAN'S NAME!!" He finally stopped shouting.
The imp got up from the ground, more furious than before. He looked back at the dummy embedded in the wall. With an enraged scream, he punched the dummy with all his might, sending it flying through the wall, leaving a gaping hole where it had once been. "I would give anything, to just die and let my body rot away like the rest of my kind. Yet, I live every day of my life, knowing that that will never happen. I will be hunted, even after death. I don't get the satisfaction of knowing that when I'm dead and gone, I stay gone. All because I found you. My own idiocy doomed me from the start.."
The mask remained silent as Zerah stood in the archway he had created, the night slowly descending upon them.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 8, 2015 20:34:10 GMT -6
She cursed silently as walked through the halls when an odd energy caught her attention. She shifted her focus to where it was coming from, curiosity getting the better of her. She wandered that way until coming across the healer that had chosen to defend her during the uproar, surprised to find him writhing in pain on the floor. She frowned, something in the back of her mind managing to feel empathy for the man. She leaned next to him and placed a glowing palm on his forehead, not bothering to ask like she had with Manasa. "This will numb your body for a time while you collect yourself. Be careful not to move around too much." She whispered softly. She sat next to him and stared coolly into the distance. She wasn't positive why she was helping him, but it seemed she felt indebted and wanted that guilt to be lifted. "If you want me to leave, I will." She added, but didn't ask any questions or make an attempt to comfort him. With heavy gasps Rezza laid still on the ground, listening to the woman speak without a word of protest. Everything began fading away. His hand no longer ached, his thigh no longer stung, his eyes were no longer burning, he felt completely fine. Opening his eyes his vision was slightly clearer, albeit still blurred. He could see someone who appeared to be Celty sitting above him. The woman accused of being a witch, and chased down just for wanting to live. "No, no. You're fine..." He brought his hand up to his face and wiped at the blood on his cheek, surely he was a complete mess. It didn't even require a glance down to know the pants he was currently wearing were nigh unsalvageable for him. "Ah-" Hesitantly he spoke up, voice cracking as it slipped through his throat. "Th- Thanks, I guess, uh," Searching his mind he tried to find the name they had called the supposed witch, the only moment he could clearly recall before everything descended into chaos. "miss Cl- Claire- Clarissa?" The healer moved his gaze from her to the ceiling. The others had been so insistent on calling for her death, however, he couldn't see why. She had put the energy into helping him of her own volition. For however long she had been present there was no obvious threat to others. "I see no reason why you should leave... It would be certainly stupid to turn down someone who would offer their help to a piece of dead weight, you should have just left me to die." closing his eyes once more he sighed before adding one final statement, waiting for the witch's response. "It's been hell today..." |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 8, 2015 20:42:52 GMT -6
With heavy gasps Rezza laid still on the ground, listening to the woman speak without a word of protest. Everything began fading away. His hand no longer ached, his thigh no longer stung, his eyes were no longer burning, he felt completely fine. Opening his eyes his vision was slightly clearer, albeit still blurred. He could see someone who appeared to be Celty sitting above him. The woman accused of being a witch, and chased down just for wanting to live. "No, no. You're fine..." He brought his hand up to his face and wiped at the blood on his cheek, surely he was a complete mess. It didn't even require a glance down to know the pants he was currently wearing were nigh unsalvageable for him. "Ah-" Hesitantly he spoke up, voice cracking as it slipped through his throat. "Th- Thanks, I guess, uh," Searching his mind he tried to find the name they had called the supposed witch, the only moment he could clearly recall before everything descended into chaos. "miss Cl- Claire- Clarissa?" The healer moved his gaze from her to the ceiling. The others had been so insistent on calling for her death, however, he couldn't see why. She had put the energy into helping him of her own volition. For however long she had been present there was no obvious threat to others. "I see no reason why you should leave... It would be certainly stupid to turn down someone who would offer their help to a piece of dead weight, you should have just left me to die." closing his eyes once more he sighed before adding one final statement, waiting for the witch's response. "It's been hell today..." Clarissa nodded as Rezza stumbled over her name, a flicker of surprise going through her eyes at not being turned away or cursed at. "I am repaying my debt to you," she started. "You defended me earlier." Her hands closed as these confusing words left her mouth. "I am not a healer. Your injuries are still present, they are just numb for now. You could slice off your hand and it would make no difference." She held up Celty's arm and examined it, seeming to relive something for a moment. "These effects are temporary. It is the best I can do." She glanced over, lowering her arm. "You'd be surprised how much those words hurt me. Left you to die..." She chuckled darkly, her head hanging low as her hair flew over her shoulders. "How terrifying." |
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Post by not u on Dec 8, 2015 21:53:55 GMT -6
Enoch glanced over as Altheron let Ooro and Luair into the room, about to try and stop him but he was too late. Thankfully, Ooro didn't seem to mind too much, although the smaller elven girl quickly averted her eyes. She noticed Enoch through the door. 'And hello to you too, Enoch!' He waved a little bit to the small elven girl, gesturing for her to come inside as Altheron's shirt situation was quickly corrected. "Hello Luair, good to see you," he greeted and nodded to her, walking back into the main part of the room when Ooro waved to him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a small amused smile as he saw Ooro toweling the shaman off before pausing. Upon the realization that the two had been injured during the previous debacle, a uneasy expression came across his face, his eyes quickly scanning the two elven girls to assess their current condition. By the sound of Ooro's laughter it seemed she was doing better, but he couldn't shake his concern. "Ooro, Luair, how are you two feeling?" he asked with a somewhat worried tone in his voice.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 8, 2015 21:55:44 GMT -6
Clarissa nodded as Rezza stumbled over her name, a flicker of surprise going through her eyes at not being turned away or cursed at. "I am repaying my debt to you," she started. "You defended me earlier." Her hands closed as these confusing words left her mouth. "I am not a healer. Your injuries are still present, they are just numb for now. You could slice off your hand and it would make no difference." She held up Celty's arm and examined it, seeming to relive something for a moment. "These effects are temporary. It is the best I can do." She glanced over, lowering her arm. "You'd be surprised how much those words hurt me. Left you to die..." She chuckled darkly, her head hanging low as her hair flew over her shoulders. "How terrifying." A small laugh bubbled up from his throat as Rezza listened to Clarissa speak. "I wouldn't ask that much from someone for something I brought on myself." He brought his left hand up in front of his face and reopened his eyes to look at it. Though it had been impaled by a knife it now felt completely fine. "Even this is more necessary. For someone as useless as me anyway..." His hand fell limply onto his stomach as he inhaled deeply. "You would be right, though. Heh, I wouldn't imagine anyone would place much value in me with how many times I've been thrown close to death. You shouldn't feel as though you owe me, though." Clearing his throat the healer thought on what had happened earlier that day. The others acted out aggressively, and for what reason? Because the circumstances stemming from her coming into this world gave her a different set of needs, a different way of life. "There was no threat until the others instigated one. Even if someone isn't strong enough to really live, they should still be giving the chance to have their life if they wish. You were just trying to survive... I know exactly how it is. Trying just enough to make it by in life. Even when the world tries to take everything away from you." Rezza sniffed rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palm, before placing the hand on top of his left. "There's no crime in wanting to live." He let out a short chortle once he concluded his thoughts. Somehow he was always good at giving words to others, yet whenever he needed those same things they always conveniently left his mind. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 9, 2015 1:33:55 GMT -6
A small laugh bubbled up from his throat as Rezza listened to Clarissa speak. "I wouldn't ask that much from someone for something I brought on myself." He brought his left hand up in front of his face and reopened his eyes to look at it. Though it had been impaled by a knife it now felt completely fine. "Even this is more necessary. For someone as useless as me anyway..." His hand fell limply onto his stomach as he inhaled deeply. "You would be right, though. Heh, I wouldn't imagine anyone would place much value in me with how many times I've been thrown close to death. You shouldn't feel as though you owe me, though." Clearing his throat the healer thought on what had happened earlier that day. The others acted out aggressively, and for what reason? Because the circumstances stemming from her coming into this world gave her a different set of needs, a different way of life. "There was no threat until the others instigated one. Even if someone isn't strong enough to really live, they should still be giving the chance to have their life if they wish. You were just trying to survive... I know exactly how it is. Trying just enough to make it by in life. Even when the world tries to take everything away from you." Rezza sniffed rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palm, before placing the hand on top of his left. "There's no crime in wanting to live." He let out a short chortle once he concluded his thoughts. Somehow he was always good at giving words to others, yet whenever he needed those same things they always conveniently left his mind. She smiled sadly at him, leaning her head back against the wall. "You're one of the few people I've met in the last few centuries who have been kind to me." Her eyes looked tired and worn, holding a bitterness and pain that ran deep in her core. "I suppose I acted rashly. But calling me out like that...well, it certainly doesn't bring up good memories." She tilted her face towards the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. "You remind me of myself in my younger years. I thought I was someone worthless, the scum of the earth who could only latch on and feed off others like a parasite. Without a vessel, I would be nothing. I can't call a thing in this world my own." She gripped at her chest with a hint of anger in her voice. "Not even a body." She turned away suddenly, seeming to remind herself that this man was still a stranger. "At the very least, I thank you for conversing. Not many would forgive something like me, let alone talk with it in such an informal manor." She twirled a piece of Celty's hair in her hand, trying to distract herself from the odd conversation she was taking part in. "You've survived this long, and that's a feat in itself. It doesn't matter how you did it. As you said, there is no crime in wanting to live. So if others step in the way of that--." She gritted her teeth and pulled hard against the hair until she could feel the pain. "You have every right to crush them."
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Post by melty on Dec 9, 2015 2:06:45 GMT -6
'Ah, yes I am doing well.' she replied. 'Mimisko earlier gave me a potion that has greatly improved my condition. I owe it to her that I am no longer confined to a bed.' She smiled as she recalled those previous events.
'And I have a question I would like to ask. Do you know things that Osseus likes? I would like to repay him in some way, alas I do not have a clue of what to do.' She sighed after she said this.
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