Aladora: An Elemental RP [O/A]

[TheMeg00]

Cherise Beaumont

Cherise grinned at the other air elemental as he sat down, though it certainly held more amusement than kindness. He was exhausted, and she supposed she couldn’t blame him. He had pulled off something bigger than she could have, not that she’d bothered to try during the battle. As he sat down, she chuckled and shook her head, scooting a little bit closer to him and picking his upper body up just enough to scoot herself under him. She would make sure that he was resting against the comfort of her lap whether he liked it or not.

As he asked to confirm her name, her expression switched to one of mild curiosity and perhaps a hint of concern. “Yeah, that’s me alright,” she answered as that cocky little grin returned.”You know, for such an attractive guy, you sure know how to make a mess of yourself. I mean, look at you! You popped somethin’ pretty nasty in your eye there, bub. Looks kinda, I don’t know, creepy!” She smirked a little at her own comment, making it clear that she was only joking with him. Still, she had simultaneously managed to flirt with him and possibly offend him at the same time. She was interested to see how he would react.

“Hmm. So why don’t you tell me what you think you know about me, and while you’re at it, tell me something about yourself? I don’t even know your name! That’s not fair!” She shifted a little bit where she sat, getting herself more comfortable with him in her lap, and looking at him with her head tilted slightly. Long blonde hair fell along her shoulder and brushed against him a little as she inspected him. He was a man, an air elemental, and he looked pretty young – somewhere around her age. She was a little disappointed in herself that she had not met him sooner – what a loss! “Or,” she continued before he was quite given the opportunity to get far in explaining what he knew about her, “why don’t you tell me your name and I’ll guess the rest?” Casually, she brushed a bit of his hair back. Sure, she might be crossing a line or two with him, but she doubted he had the energy to storm off. And even if he wanted to, she made a pretty decent pillow – and an attentive one at that. Would he really want to leave that behind? “It’ll be a game! We just have to think of a wager!”

Resonare Praeteriti

[TheMeg00]

Anger is like fire. . .
It burns it all clean

Dezra Reiloch

Dezra turned sharply to the warrior as she approached her again, this time with her arm held out expectantly. The fire elemental looked her up and down a moment, as though sizing her up once again. She showed no signs of what the outcome of this reevaluation was, her expression remaining stoic and her gaze cold. Without warning she grabbed the woman’s wrist tightly in her left hand, her eyes moving from the wound on her arm back to Cici’s face. “This is going to hurt.” Dezra closed her eyes and took a long breath, drawing her energies together and under control. When her eyes opened again, they had retaken that deep red shade. She gave no count, nor other warning of her action. In one swift move, she placed her right hand over the first bleeding wound on the woman’s forearm, her left still holding onto her wrist so that her arm would remain outstretched. The feeling would be akin to that of a hot iron placed directly on the skin, and then held there. While the fire elemental did her best to keep the heat focused singularly on the wound, there was likely to be some burning around the area. Certainly it was better and more manageable than bleeding to death, however. She did not look up to see the reaction on the woman’s face; her eyes stayed focused on the task at hand. She left it just long enough to seal the wound, then repeated the process with the second, holding as tight as she could to the woman’s forearm in case she attempted to pull back. However, as strong as she had proven herself to be, if she wanted to get away from Dezra’s grip it wasn’t likely that Cici would have much difficulty.

Finally, she pulled her hand back, looking over her work briefly. She noted some of the burn marks around it, but considered them unavoidable at this point. Content that at least the bleeding had been stopped, she finally released the woman’s wrist. Her eyes returned to their normal black as she raised them once more to look at the woman’s face. “I believe you’re up to the task now.” It was about as polite as Dezra got. She wasted no time sending Cici back off to the task she had given her, and turned away from her almost as immediately after doing so.

Dezra held her right hand away from herself, currently covered in the blood of the woman she had just assisted. With her left, she pulled her canteen from her side and, with some struggle, managed to open it one-handed. She emptied about half of the contents over her right hand, cleaning the blood off of it. When she felt that it was amply clean, she took a swig for herself and closed it back up. Instead of placing it back with her other supplies, though, she handed it off to Xethias, the water elemental she had just tasked with finding drinking water. “I’m going to check in on some of our wounded. See what you can do about refilling that for me in the meantime.” Yep, she had just turned the new addition to their party into her very own water boy. Leaving it behind with him, she looked back among the damage.

Once again, her eyes stopped on the injured Masao, who was being attended to by Yoren and the healer. Seeing that the others seemed to be otherwise taken care of, she opted to add a little extra assistance to the case. She walked towards them with a swift step and crouched down next to the injured fire elemental, looking over his injury. For the first time since the defeat of the Osales, Dezra appeared concerned. “How bad is it?”

Aladoran Elemental
Keeper of Fire

Digital Obsession

CatsAndCatsAndCats

YubelChan

deaths loving embrace

Sin and Sacrifice

[Amiimii]

“This is going to hurt.”

Dezra was a lucky woman. If Cici had so wished it, she could have completely backhanded the fire elemental, likely drawing blood and maybe even breaking her jaw. Such a phrase was almost antagonizing to such a warrior. Perhaps Dezra didn't know her age, nor that she had been doing this for much longer than her, but to say such a phrase to a warrior was always a bad idea. When weren't they subjected to pain? Of course it was going to hurt. It was almost like an insult to her intelligence as well. At the end of it all, though, Cici knew that she was also lucky, in a sense. If she had backhanded the elemental, she likely would have found herself burned up, or at least shunned from the group, if not entirely killed. It was a truth she had to live with: she was nothing more than a pawn to them. A meat shield. They could shy from the truth all they wanted, but she knew better.

Cici had taken a deep breath when she was so antagonized by the elemental before letting it out as soon as she felt the first signs of pain. The only thing the warrior did was draw her muscles taunt, flexing to ignore the pain. It was likely it annoyed Dezra, but she could not help it. Anyone getting a wound seared close without any sort of medicine would do the same. In fact, most would have pulled away. Once it was over, Dezra immediately tended to the next person, as Cici had thought she would. It saddened the warrior that the fire elemental felt the way she did about the group. Perhaps she had her reasons, but it did not change anything. Cici would just have to thank her later.

Growing silent, Cici went about dragging the bird to a safe location away from the group, and out of eyesight from most of them. Not that she didn't think they couldn't handle the sight, but not many actually wanted to watch someone cut up a dead creature. Decapitation came first, then the legs, then the wings. Cutting just below where the bones protruded from the neck, Cici began to skin the bird entirely, leaving it's skin on the ground to protect the meat against the dirt. She did the same with the legs before stacking them on top of the body. It's raw body showing, Cici couldn't deny that it might actually taste well, should the right spices be applied. Of course, they had no spices out here, but at least they had food now.

Sticking her sword into the ground, Cici waited for the group to finish what they were doing. She had no choice. She cut people open, not sewed them up. Or healed them. She was useless in these sorts of situations. All she could do was wait.

[YubelChan]

Ӎahala Ӌbeilia
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The Shamanistic Healer
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→ Location: Canyon
→ Who I'm With: Yoren, Dezra, and Masao

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During her task, at the back of her mind, Mahala was aware of the movements near her though it was just as vague as the words that were exchanged around her. The light that Dezra provided helped immensely with her cleaning task, able to see the wound more clearly than before. However, she did had to stop to adjust to the sudden light. It would be then that she registered the words from the large earth elemental named Yoren, who she did not realize was there until now.

"Yes, that will help. It may stop from an infection from developing later." She accepted the offer, pausing to think over something, before glancing over to the huge man. "Do you have any that dulls pain as well?" Her black eyes briefly flickering between her current patient and Yoren. "It is for him to take when he awakens, considering how reckless he was." Whether it help elevate some worry from the added comment, she isn't quiet sure how to it will work as she hardly how each are. "Ah, before I forget, I am Mahala." Introducing herself before she prolonged it from doing her work. "An introduction is still one though, no matter how late, no?" A light smile as she kept the pressure on Masao's, she assumes, wound.

The healer felt a faint presence of someone else joining her and Yoren before hearing her. Turning to her slightly, she read the concern that was visible on her face and eyes. Yoren's words of them being old friends came back and she glance down at the unconscious friend of theirs. "The needle pierced through his bone and muscles." She started, slow as she thought of the damage it had done, "His removal of it did cause the blood to flow for awhile now and it is possible he might bleed out from internal bleeding." Truthfully and bluntly. It wouldn't be right to withhold information from them. "He will survive though, with care and depending on his own will." She let a smile appear for a moment, masking the deep worry she had on his condition. Taking the herb Yoren had given for the wound, she start on applying it.

Mahala fell into a silence as she returned to dealing with the shoulder injury, speaking up when she was done applying and needed helping hands. "Can one of you hold the cloth pad in place for me as I begin to wrap it?" She asked, moving on to the next part when it was replaced. "And the other to keep his position and his arm steady, like so?" Her hands holding his arm out straight, naturally. "Thank you." She let out before taking out the roll of gauze she kept inside her bag the whole time. Carefully, she started weaving her way through the arms that did their asked job as she wrapped.

Once all was said and done, Mahala sat back on her heels with a relieved outtake of breath. "You can bring him to his back now, slowly though." She felt a small guilt at not being able to provide her patient a more comfortable place to awaken on.


OoC: Edited the last sentence in my previous post to make it make more sense to me. Just throwing that out there.


TheMeg00




CatsAndCatsAndCats




Sin and Sacrifice

[deaths loving embrace]

Xethias

Yolres

"Bored..."

Water Elemental

The Green of the water elementals eyes was blocked of by his eyelids, as he continuously rubbed his forehead as if he was contemplating very hard on weather this girl would take another breath. How insufficient this life that she now lead truly was. She thought she was superior to him. Wow now that made him chuckle, but not out of amusement out of disregard. but for now he would comply with the darn dark hairs plan.

Before he could even move from his small spot that was towards the outskirts of camp A warrior, he had deduced from the looks of her wounds, had stepped over and asked The fire elemental Dezra to cauterize her wound so that no more energy be wasted in healing. Well that's To be expected. As the fire elemental had begun working. His mind had gone adrift. To a more entertaining realm, That of his past...

Xethias now aged five years had watched his mother with interest, Quite honestly she was the only one who could intrigue him. Her actions were random, and it seemed to have no real pattern to follow. Her hair was always tied back neatly in a ponytail, probably to feign sanity, He could never tell. "My dearest Xethias, can you be a dear and grab the remote please?" The young boy of five listened to what his mother pleaded of him, for her legs were shot and she now had to rely on what little arm strength she had. Yes, She was terminally ill, but with what disease was unbeknownst to Xethias. The disease had started to work its way from the big toes of both of her feet, and began running up.

The veins in her legs were black, and sticking out, around the same area where the skin was tightest due to extra blood underneath. The skin was red, and pale at the same time. As if it was trying desperately to throw the veins out of its own body. The sight was truly gruesome but Xethias being as young as he was only thought this to be normal. All moms looked like this, and they all acted with both compassion, and remorse.

His mothers sweet voice had turned bitter, cold, and harsh as if some other entinty had taken over his mothers body and was using it as its host. "You want to die?" The question served its purpose, and young Xethias had backed up. The oddest thing about this whole scenario that continued to play through Xethias' mind was simple Xethias wasn't scared, In fact he had enjoyed his mothers odd changing of the mood for His green iris would sparkle as they tried to deduce how a person could change so quickly.

Before Xethias could go back further in his past. Dezra who had just finished with her job, handed him her water canteen. What laziness He had thought stagnantly. He had swiped the canteen from Dezra and with a coy smirk uncapped it right in front of her face. She wanted clean water, Well clean water she shall get. Was the sentence that ran through his mind with a small head chuckle.

Before even doing anything else Xethias had preformed an odd task of licking the air. The humidity was low today, but it would give him more then enough water to fill the canteen. Without even a second thought as to Dezra's reaction, for he had already figured she would be boiling after she received the canteen back, If she had even paid attention to what he was doing. He had taken a deep breath of the air, Brought the canteen to his lips, and like a water spout began to fill the canteen with water. It wasn't a tough process, and within a matter of five seconds the rugged canteen was filled. He twisted the cap back on the canteen like nothing had happened, and gave Dezra back the Filled Canister, before he went on his own way to figure out a way to give everyone enough water.

This task had proved to be more daunting the previously anticipated. One his mind would side track as he would passed a couple of the allies trying to fix two people up. One had a shoulder blow out, that had looked deadly and painful, while the other he couldn't get a good glimpse at, but he suspected the latter person to be worse. He had mentally begun to search the area for water. just by sense He couldn't tell whether water was clean or not, so he chose to stay away from the obvious answer of the canyon water, for there had to have blood dropped in it.

But as he kept trying and trying to find better options he would always come back to the canyon. The would be the water source. As he felt the area around could only guess it was running towards the place they were trying to go. And within an instant water began flowing up the river side, as if the river was being directed upwards. It wasn't nearly as much as he had hoped to use, but it would do. Splitting the water up into two equal groups. One he would have to purify, and the other was to be distributed among the camp. Although he could only hope the camp decided to collect what they would need, because he would much rather start figuring out how to purify the water in itself.

[Out Of Cheats:]

[Meg-Milly]

NPC Post

The guardian Ysmeina stood doubled-over in pain before she had found her way to the ground. Laying on her back, a large earthen needle jutted angrily from her upper abdomen. The spear had buried itself in the girl's diaphragm. Upon its entry she had managed to take a breath, but it would be her last. As the weapon had pierced the muscle it had caused it to squeeze tightly around the foreign object, and inevitably restricted her from expanding and contracting her lungs. As the group moved around her she eventually found her companion Sabine at her side. By now the tension in her diaphragm had caused air to continue to fill her lungs but not expel. This was only made worse as the spear was taken from her body. Though it had not punctured her lung initially, all of the movement she’d done had caused it to. Removing the spear had collapsed her lung and pulled air into her chest. The pressure it caused within her began crushing her heart and greater vessels. The woman was suffocating slowly, but at this point there was nothing that could be done. After a few minutes she passed out due to lack of oxygen. Combined with the lack of blood circulation to her heart, it wasn’t much longer before she slipped away from the world of the living entirely. Although she couldn’t talk, at least she seemed to die fairly peacefully, and with a familiar face at her side.

With her friend gone Sabine uttered a wish for solitude before leaving the immediate presence of the group. With her she carried the body of the departed Ysmeina. Though there were other’s to heal, it would seem that they would be alright under the care of the other medic. The woman didn’t go too far but she was well out of earshot and out of sight. Despite the barren landscape privacy was still something that could be attained.

Digital Obsession

Sin and Sacrifice

Resonare Praeteriti

OrigamiCubes

YubelChan

CatsandCatsandCats

deaths loving embrace

[SillyMissMilly]

Xadrian looked after Dezra as she walked away from him. He wondered if his friend had truly become so cold hearted as to leave a dying woman in her last moments. Especially one who was supposed to be her companion. Kneeling down near Ysmeina and Sabine he tried to give them their space. From what he had observed they had been close friends. Not really knowing the guardian he felt out of place but still would mourn her passing. He watched her as she struggled to breath, which only caused her more pain. There wasn’t much he could do but he tried to tune into her energies and calm her, it was hard to watch someone panic as they died. It was nothing he’d ever done before, but he would at least try. Slowly the woman began to relax, he wasn’t sure if it was because of his feeble attempt to relieve her, the presence of her friend, that she’d made peace with dying, or she was simply doing just that… dying. From were he was he could see her face, and into her eyes. He took a moment to stare into them, to acknowledge and appreciate her, to have one good last look at her before she left them. She was a rather beautiful woman, and from what he knew, one with a kind heart and a compassionate soul. He was sure that the world would miss her when she was gone.

After the woman passed Xadrian helped lift her body, however Sabine wanted to take on the burden of her funeral on her own. Again, not wanting to interfere, Xadrian peacefully obliged and allowed the woman to do as she would. He watched her carry his fellow guardian off before he found his eyes near his feet. Not more than a foot away from them was the bloodied spear that had killed her. That was the 3rd person he’d felt die today. It was a feeling that never got old, but one that you would never want to feel again. Every time it was a little different, but that empty sensation it left within yourself and the world is so eerie that it haunts you. It’s like hearing true silence for the first time in your life, that second you realize there isn’t an animal, or a hum or even a breeze to be heard. Except it stays with you and you forever know the feeling of having one less person in the world. The weight of it fell heavy upon his shoulders as he wished he could have done more. All it had taken was three oversized birds to take down a quarter of their group. He had no idea how in the hell they were supposed to survive the maze let alone secure the other three crystals. In the present moment it all seemed so hopeless. Anger boiled up within Xadrian as he thought of all the ways this could have been avoided. After staring down at the needle for a long time the rage within him began to boil. Bending down he grasped the rod of earth in his hand threw it as hard as he could. It flew from his hand and harmlessly over the edge of the cliff, and though he tried to throw away his current feelings with it, they remained.

Taking a breath he calmed himself, getting upset like this was not going to change anything. The first thing he decided to do from here was access the rest of the group. As it were, it seemed that anyone who was injured was being tended to, anyone who was exhausted was resting, and anyone capable - was helping in some way or another. He observed Dezra running around and barking orders at everyone, and he thought it so typical of her. As always she was hiding so far beneath her pride she couldn’t see how insensitive she was being. Walking past the group whom were pre-occupied with Masao he said, “Let me know if there’s anything I can help with,” before he continued on his way.

Xadrian found himself in the company of the warrior Cici as she carved their dinner from their fallen foe. She seemed to be handling things on her own pretty well but he figured he’d give her some company. Thinking back to this morning and their brief conversation he figured she’d probably wouldn’t be taking the deaths of their companions lightly. Taking a step forward he pulled a hunting knife from his boot and began helping her cut the meat from its bones. “After this you should go and rest. Just because you think of yourself as a meat shield doesn’t mean you’ve failed us today,” he said regurgitating a term he'd heard her use before. Xadrian’s voice was even and matter-of-fact as he easily sliced away at the animal. From his movements you could tell that this was something he’d done before, and by the way he calmly did his work it could be discerned that he wasn’t squeamish or faint at the sight of blood and innards.


OOC:

Digital Obsession

TheMeg00

Yubelchan

[Amiimii]

Cici had chosen to return to cutting the meat as an alternative to just sitting around. She had even noticed a few places where she had missed some fat. She knew cutting all the fat was not necessarily a good thing, but she didn't want too many people to complain. A surprise came in the form of company of her task. Not everyday a handsome man came to help cut a bird into pieces. Much to her chagrin, however, he too was caught up on the whole "meat shield" thing. It didn't surprise her. The youngsters never seemed to understand. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she thought of her response, and a bit of a giggle on the inside. She always did enjoy calling people younger than her "youngsters" even if the age gap was minimal.

For a moment, she stopped cutting the meat to examine the man. She had the strange sense she had seen him somewhere, which wasn't too surprising considering she had been wondering the world for quite some time, but she still didn't know his name. He more than likely knew hers from the ruckus she had caused earlier. After a minute, she slowly began to go back to cutting the meat while she answered him. "Thank you. For the company."

Though, they would likely argue here. Her views on this situation clashed with that of probably everyone's else. It was incredible that they all believed that they were doing work of the "greater good". Simply incredible. "I also appreciate the kind words, but there is no rest in the wilderness...and I don't think of myself as a meat shield. I simply speak as others see me. As I was. As I am." She held up her left arm, covered in small scars and a few burn marks. Her right eyebrow raised just a bit higher than her left as she looked at him. "See this arm? This is what marks me as a meat shield."

She continued cutting meat for a moment more before looking back in the direction of the group. A look of sorrow came across her face for a moment before it was buried again for the favor of her usual look-that of indifference. "I am not stupid enough to think I could have completely deterred death from this group-but still...it could have been minimized had we spoken more. I will not make the same mistake twice. I do not care if Dezra becomes annoyed-we will speak of strategy before we reach our destination. Death will not find us such easy prey next time."

Perhaps that was a long-winded answer to a question that wasn't really a question, but it just felt right. She wasn't in this group to make friends anyway, so she may as well get her beliefs and feelings out there. At least then, if any of the others disliked her, she would know why.

SillyMissMilly

[SillyMissMilly]

The guardian quirked an eyebrow at her as Cici held out her seared wound for him. It looked like it had been pretty nasty before Dezra had closed it for her, in fact it still did look pretty nasty. The woman had shown she was a tough one that was for sure, cauterizing a wound in the way she did with out something to numb the pain took guts. Though judging by the state of the bird as well as herself that was also something she had. "From the way you act and treat yourself, it seems like you don't believe you are more than a meat shield. No one here believes that. As far as I know you are the only one who's even considered it a possibility, but your thoughts are your own," he said finishing with a shrug. Xadrian didn't have much more to say on the subject, he wasn't anyone's counselor and he didn't care to pick up the role, but he also didn't want to see her throw herself away under the misconception that she was no more than a useless pound of flesh.

After a moment she continued to speak and he listened silently. She had a valid point that communication was something that needed to be worked on in their group. Apart from their day's travel and the night before, the group hadn't had much time to collaborate on how they would handle various battle situations. "I would have loved to have thought that death was something that could be avoided. Luckily I'm not that naive," he said with a half smile and a little chuckle. Then the smile faded just as fast as it had come, "We lost too many today though, and you are right. We can't keep going without figuring something more out. The veterans are going to need to talk to us about what we are about to face, otherwise we may as well dig our own graves and crawl in," he agreed as he cut the final slab of salvageable meat from the bird.

Xadrian then helped the warrior to move the scraps away and fold the bird's skin over the clean meat. Bending over he grabbed the make shift sac and easily swung it over his shoulder. "I've got this, rest your arm for now you've worked hard enough today," he told her as he positioned the bundle to sit more comfortably. If she were to tryand carry it anyway he wouldn't take no for an answer, despite being generally lazy and carefree he was still a gentleman. "Come on, there's lots to do to set up camp, I can't see us moving very far from here tonight so we may as well make the best of it," he then began moving towards the others.


OOC:

Digital Obsession