TheGreyArcher
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- Posted: Mon, 16 Jul 2012 08:29:47 +0000
Marina Bel'Fleur
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In hearing Stephen's response Marina narrowed her eyes. At what point was it not important to fill her in on such information, especially since everyone who came here had been at risk? However, before a single syllable of fiery complaint could leave her lips, he had launched himself into the air so fast that her stomach jumped and had she not been holding on, would have fallen backward.
The moment they reached a window he nudged her through and she stumbled into the room. She needed a moment as she set her hand over her chest, her heart raced. She glanced over her shoulder at him as he pulled himself through the window; just what were his powers? Marina regarded the room with a nagging curiosity as she found a variety of intriguing objects that festered with a dark sensation. As she turned back to inquire about just what these two people did, Stephen had made it clear that speaking or making any particular loud noise would be a grave mistake; she was not born yesterday.
Marina had already started searching for the blade before Stephen urged her to while he stood guard. She did as much as she could whilst being quiet and making sure to put everything back how she found it. She turned over every object, opened drawers and opened just about every book. She turned one novel of Shakespeare's Coriolanus over and heard a small thump. She glanced down and found a key. She picked it up, turning it over in her fingers before she stood there and let her crimson eyes roll over the dark room. It belonged somewhere and her nimble fingers had run over just about every shape.
"Where do you belong?" She said to herself.
Look. This whisper in her head had startled her, but gradually she had gotten accustomed to these random voices that seemed to infiltrate her mind. Look. It urged.
Marina turned as she looked deeper into the shadows until a glint of blue caught her eye. She walked closer and stared at intricate box with a shimmer of blue and hints of red adorned with a massive lock. She set the key into the lock and turned it until she heard a click. The lid popped open the slightest bit and just as she opened, Marina's face fell.
No... She thought as she looked at her broken blade. "It's too late." She said in a hoarse tone as she reached in and pulled the remaining blade out, unaware of the cut on her thumb that had dripped a single droplet of blood on the lid as she closed it, removing the key. Marina was to shocked to react to the ominous aura as she stared at the jagged piece of blade, too angry to notice a looming presence. The piece of blade in her hand chilled it to the bone, it's slender, almost translucent blade that just caught the light of the moon. He would know that her insurance had disappeared even if she was somewhere separate from the world they knew, Iliad would know; he knew everything.
Marina paused for a mere second as the figure of something behind her shifted the slightest bit. Her eyes shot up toward Stephen as she felt a fire in her blood, her alertness attentive to everything and her eyes almost a brilliant as the overhead moon. They were not alone.
Ooc: Sorry if it's too much.
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In hearing Stephen's response Marina narrowed her eyes. At what point was it not important to fill her in on such information, especially since everyone who came here had been at risk? However, before a single syllable of fiery complaint could leave her lips, he had launched himself into the air so fast that her stomach jumped and had she not been holding on, would have fallen backward.
The moment they reached a window he nudged her through and she stumbled into the room. She needed a moment as she set her hand over her chest, her heart raced. She glanced over her shoulder at him as he pulled himself through the window; just what were his powers? Marina regarded the room with a nagging curiosity as she found a variety of intriguing objects that festered with a dark sensation. As she turned back to inquire about just what these two people did, Stephen had made it clear that speaking or making any particular loud noise would be a grave mistake; she was not born yesterday.
Marina had already started searching for the blade before Stephen urged her to while he stood guard. She did as much as she could whilst being quiet and making sure to put everything back how she found it. She turned over every object, opened drawers and opened just about every book. She turned one novel of Shakespeare's Coriolanus over and heard a small thump. She glanced down and found a key. She picked it up, turning it over in her fingers before she stood there and let her crimson eyes roll over the dark room. It belonged somewhere and her nimble fingers had run over just about every shape.
"Where do you belong?" She said to herself.
Look. This whisper in her head had startled her, but gradually she had gotten accustomed to these random voices that seemed to infiltrate her mind. Look. It urged.
Marina turned as she looked deeper into the shadows until a glint of blue caught her eye. She walked closer and stared at intricate box with a shimmer of blue and hints of red adorned with a massive lock. She set the key into the lock and turned it until she heard a click. The lid popped open the slightest bit and just as she opened, Marina's face fell.
No... She thought as she looked at her broken blade. "It's too late." She said in a hoarse tone as she reached in and pulled the remaining blade out, unaware of the cut on her thumb that had dripped a single droplet of blood on the lid as she closed it, removing the key. Marina was to shocked to react to the ominous aura as she stared at the jagged piece of blade, too angry to notice a looming presence. The piece of blade in her hand chilled it to the bone, it's slender, almost translucent blade that just caught the light of the moon. He would know that her insurance had disappeared even if she was somewhere separate from the world they knew, Iliad would know; he knew everything.
Marina paused for a mere second as the figure of something behind her shifted the slightest bit. Her eyes shot up toward Stephen as she felt a fire in her blood, her alertness attentive to everything and her eyes almost a brilliant as the overhead moon. They were not alone.
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Ooc: Sorry if it's too much.