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 Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 4:00 pm
The next morning, Alexi woke up to find herself in a bed. She didn't know where in the world she was or what had really happened when that woman had run into the infirmary. She also recalled a strange dream she had, but vaguely. It involved a terrible tragedy happening, but that's all she could recall. The girl pushed it out of her mind.
That boy, she thought. I wonder if he's okay.
She decided to go check on him.
Getting up out of the bed, the girl noticed that Total was still asleep. She picked him up and attached his leaves to the back of her robes. The little plant had stickers that stuck to any fabric, so Alexi was able to carry him on her back like some animals carry their young. Smiling, she walked toward the infirmary.
A few minutes later, Alexi stepped over the threshold into the room. The boy who looked like a cat was laying in a bed just as she had been. She also noticed that the woman from yesterday was also laying in a bed.
What had happened?
She slowly approached the bed of the boy. His eyes flew open and he looked up at her.
"Hey," Alexi said, smiling. "You feeling better today?"
The boy just stared at her.
"Well it looks like your hand's stopped bleeding,"she added. "Do you want something to eat or drink? I can probably get you something..."
Just then the little plant slipped from her shoulders and began to fall to the floor. Noticing, Alexi quickly turned around and caught Total before he fell with precision timing.
((Again, let me know if I need to edit this post lol =D))
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:04 am
 ☼ "My God-- maybe I don't know how to love..."
It was the first time in... well, frankly, he didn't know how long it had been. The last thing he remembered was...
Well, he didn't know that, either.
The sun on his face, coming through the window at his head, was...
He couldn't decide if it was pleasantly warm or sharp in his eyes.
He couldn't feel anything except the light in his eyes, for a moment, and it was the best thing he had felt in... however long it was. He hurt too much to care.
Ah! There, he felt something else.
Too bad it didn't feel better.
He moved his head slightly more into the sunlight, and saw his hand.
The tattoos thereupon glared back at him in an angry purple, far from the rich brown they most normally were.
Bandages obscured his view, but he could feel... something missing.
Oh god... He felt his whole body come alive with a shock. The purple was the beginning stages of Void Sickness...
He moved his other hand to take off the bandage, suppressing the pain as much as he could (which, unfortunately, wasn't much).
Ah, so they'd had to eject it. If only he could remember why exactly and how he'd developed the Void Sickness....
As best he could, he rolled onto his back, trying to relieve the pain from his stomach. Oh hell, there was pain everywhere.
Ah, a little better. Dammit, but he needed some water.
The door to the Infirmary opened with a creak.
A girl stepping in, her pink hair bouncing slightly as she hummed.
When she came to his bed, he stared blearily back at her; he could barely see her that far away. Good god, the ejection shock must have really fried his nerves.
Ah, water, just what he wanted. What a nice girl. (He assumed it was a girl, from her voice and her pink hair)
He nodded heartily when she asked if he wanted food or water. He'd only had seawater for... eh well, he'd just have to give up on estimations of time now.
Vayan jumped, slightly, when a little plant fell off her back.
Interesting, it seemed to be... a morph? Well, he'd seen stranger thing on Gaia than that, in the past year or so.
Ah, there, some concrete sense of time!
'Ah, thank you, miss!', he signed to the girl, 'I don't believe I've introduced myself, I am Yoko Vayan, pleased to meet you. May I know your name?'
All he got back was a confused look at his rapid hand motions.
Oh hell. This was going to take a while...
"...Maybe that's why I love so easily." ☼
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 11:07 am
 Magic burned on the edge of her consciousness. She’d been floating comfortably in the void that separated this world for the next enjoying the colors that wafted by. She couldn‘t remember how she got here. It must have been a training accident. Her councilors would not be too happy with her when she awoke. The fact that she ended up here in the first place would be seen as a weakness, it didn’t matter to them that at least she survived where others hadn’t. The magic began to intrude on her solitude. Streaks of lighting and thunder buffeted about her disconcertingly. Something is wrong. Those are battle magics…we are under attack!!!!Feline quickly gathered her spirit self into a ball and flung it towards her waiting body. It settled in like an old lovers caress. She was happy to find that her magical channels were all healed from whatever had sent her to the void. With quick precision she build her shields layer upon layer to prepare for what met her when she finally awoke into reality. The final shield slipped into place right at the same time she opened her eyes. She was met with a wave of disorientation as she took in her surroundings. Feline was just starting to piece together her memories of this place when a huge explosion rocked the building followed by a magic aftershock that splashed off of her shields. The cot rocked underneath her while small stones pelted from all directions. With an arm up to protect her eyes she pushed off the unsteady cot and made her way to the door that separated her from the screams that had started just after the explosion had broken the quite silence that always surrounded the temple. With a quick jiggle of the handle Feline found out the terrible truth. The door was stuck. “Hello! Can anyone hear me? I’m stuck in here, please let me out!” Feline balled her hand up into a fist and pounded on the door several times. When no answer came from the other side Feline looked around frantically for another way out. Sunlight glinted and reflected at odd angles about the room drawing her eye to the broken window. With a few quick steps she reached the window and threw herself out of it. Pain flaired as a minor annoyance all along her wings as they slid past the razor sharp shards that still clung to the window seal. Feline pushed this to the side, her wings straining to gain enough air under them to save her from plummeting to the ground. Smoke boiled from the other side of the temple. Flapping her wings a little harder she hurried around the corner towards the scene of destruction. Particles of soot rained about her causing her eyes to sting and her lungs to feel like someone had lit a fire in them. Coughing wracked her body, her eyes tearing she landed on the edge of the smoking pile of rubble. Wiping frantically to remove tears that were blurring her vision, Feline peered through the wreckage to get a sense of what had happened. She couldn’t see much, but seemingly out of nowhere a bright column of sunlight pierced the black cloud. A man stood in it. No not a man, it was the Overseer. He had returned to them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 4:17 pm
Alexi didn't quite understand what the boy was saying. There was a silence that passed.
"I'll get you some water," she told the boy. "I'll be right back. Here, I'll leave my friend to keep you company." She placed Total on the table next to the bed. "Don't worry, he probably won't wake up. Total can sleep through a natural disaster, that silly whelp. And even if he does wake up, he's really friendly." Smiling, Alexi ran off to get some water.
Along the way, the girl thought about the unusual hand signals that the boy had given.
Sign language? she thought. But...if that's it...I don't know sign language...
However, she figured that it would only be polite to give her name. That's what you usually did when you met someone, right?
A few minutes later she returned to the infirmary with a glass of water for the boy.
"Here you go," she said, handing the glass to him. "Be careful so you don't spill it." She waited a few minutes while he drank the water.
"My name's Alexi by the way," the girl said. "Alexi Silver. What's your name?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 4:18 am
Coline realized far too late how long she had been sitting there. There was no doubt in her mind now that the service had already begun; she had to move quickly if she were to attend at all. The recruit rose to her feet, dusted the sand off of her shorts, and latched the trident onto her back with a practiced movement.
The Training Grounds had almost been deserted by the time she'd left. Almost. She couldn't quite understand how someone like her was allowed to roam free in BOO territory, let alone train--she could very well kill someone--but it was not her place to question authority. They must have had their reasons... however questionable they may be.
These thoughts were soon disrupted by a faint blast from a distance. Coline's head immediately turned to the source, perturbed, only to have her eyes widen as the thought slowly registered into her mind. That ominous cloud of smoke was coming from...
"No..." And morning prayer had already begun. "NO!"
A flash of green and black shooting past her was enough to snap her out of her stupor. A dozen conspiracy theories swirled around in her head, all of them pointing to a single person. No wonder she stayed behind; she was planning this all along!
No... this was not the time to be thinking of such things; the acolytes were her primary concern. Coline made for the Temple in a sprint, her feet barely touching the ground in haste. Only the sight of a ruined Temple, or something equally disturbing, could halt her tracks now.
[Sprint]
((Cutting this off here. Will wait to see what happens first; she won't get there for another half hour or so, I think.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:48 am
 The the sea god has returned. Now I fight, if not for my survival, then for theirs. This was... Disturbing. The weave, although Gwarn's ability to feel it, was showing patterns of immense iregularities. Patterns that would normally coinside with those of a battle, but for some reason, they were....off.
His cell was brightly illuminated, the morning sun glaring in warmly through his small, barred window. It felt good agaisnt his face, warming it. As his eyes adjusted to full consciousnous, he realised the gavity of the weaves expressions.
There was a magic battle, happening on the island.
And the weave was direly unhappy... His cell was rocked by the force of the blast, the only thing keeping him from smashing into the walls repeatedly being the steel manacles forcibly restricting the distance of his airborn flings.
the chain tore from its post in the wall, and he was sent across the small room to a sharp crack and a resounding thud. the tremors stopped, and he took a second before getting up from the ground. He caught his breath, and peaked over the top of his sheilding arm. The door of his cell lay flat on the floor, in the hallway. There were appearantly no gaurds posted, and if there were, they would not be on gaurd. His armor already on, he quickly pulled the two consealed daggers from his bracers- no damage.
Sheathing them once more, he made his way out of the dungeon, and into the light. My life before is the past. What lies tomorrow, is unknown. Today is a gift.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:48 pm
 Once again, Xeiashi found himself swimming to the island. For lack of anything better to do, his mind wandered down memory lane...
Firstly, he noticed that it wasn't as tiring this time; though that should be obvious, as he had webbed his fingers and toes after breaking the surface. It was quite nice, he reflected, to not be drowning. Perhaps it would be a good idea to take a swim once in a while. He immediately dismissed the thought; he had too much reading to do.
After that ship had sailed, so to speak, his thoughts drifted back to his actions immediately before coming. What a loser he must have seemed, wading through trash to build his raft. Ah, if only he knew then what he did now...and had the magical skill to back it up.
That was another thought, why in the heck was magic so much easier here? Maybe it was the concentration of other magicians. Maybe it was fate's way of compensating him for having to be so near to the dreaded Panda. Maybe it was a psychological thing...something to do with being in a place near-dedicated to such pursuits. He eventually settled those thoughts. The whats and hows didn't matter here at sea, and he hadn't the means to test them at the moment.
A noise dragged his attention back to the task at hand. It was the waves, crashing on the beach. Yet another memory came back, the time, not so long ago, when he had to stumble up this beach; living in the nightmare that was fatigue-induced hallucenation. He could fix those too now, yet another benefit of coming here.
He arrived on the sandy beach after a leisurely float over the last few yards. He admired the sky for a moment, despite the fact that it was grey with winter, and stood. He undid his earlier spell and began jogging back to the Temple.
[Change Form] -immediate past [Change Form] -to undo previous cast
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 9:21 pm
Several minutes of unbroken sprinting ended with Jessie coming to an abrupt halt. "" Cressa gasped, stopping just as suddenly beside him and fixing him with an incredulous look. """" he admitted sadly, expression softened from what it was before, ""Cressa stared at him in disbelief, before placing her hands on her hips, obviously incensed. ""He finally looked at her, calm and realistic after his moment of emotion. "" was his sober response, ""Jessie led by example, setting off with long strides along the grass in the direction they'd come. Whilst he chose the noble course of action, Cressa rolled her eyes and scowled at the back of his head. He expected her to follow - but there was something he wasn't understanding. She remained unmoved. "not the Overseer.>"Several metres down the bank, he stopped. "" he asked, brushing a strand from his face as he turned back towards her. " she confirmed, though he didn't really need it. He'd known Cressa long enough to judge her bluffs from her verities. """" he said quietly, as Cressa folded her arms and glanced off to the side, like she often did when sensing something from a distance. ""By now, the sky had lightened to an unhappy shade of white. It wasn't very friendly to sensitive eyes, and so Jessie kept his downcast as he thought. An expression of annoyance soon crossed his face. "" he began indignantly, only to be cut off as Cressa's face, split into a wide, Cheshire-cat smile, suddenly snapped back round to him. """" he filled in, stopping again as she suddenly dashed down the slope towards him and held up a finger for silence. "" she enthused, seizing both of his hands in her own. ""Taken aback, Jessie looked at her uncertainly. "<...We could, with your abilities, but...>""" she cried, stepping back and yanking him towards the south like a child begging to stop for an ice cream. Jessie remained standing fast, and so she released him and sprinted off by herself. "" he called immediately, dashing after her and catching her by the arm, """""<...You do have a point.>" he admitted, "he was one the Sentinel's henchmen.>""that, I wonder?>" Cressa murmured, glancing a finger along his jaw. """" he scolded, releasing her. """Speciesist."Cressa cut off the battle of retorts before it could build up steam, throwing her arms up in the air. "" she said derisively, ""Having taken a few steps back throughout their disagreement, she turned on him now, hands on her hips. ""A long silence passed. Jessie regarded her coolly, arms folded across his chest. Soon enough, Cressa lost patience, flinging her long hair back and glaring at him. """" he snapped, falling back into deliberation. She halted and turned back again to wait. "<...Fine. Fine, okay. You're right, we'll go," he decided, with a slight note of defeat. ""Cressa's reply was an outburst. "" she cried, turning to sprint away again to the south. This time, he didn't follow, and she stopped of her own accord, calling back to urge him. ""Indecision still heavy on his face, he slowly headed towards her. Cressa could feel him considering each of many different responsibilities in turn - none the least, much to her annoyance, the little brown-haired rodent. """" she seethed, marching off again. "" he barked, all command and authority, causing her to wince inwardly and turn back. "" she offered, alongside a deep bow. "<...Nothing. Nevermind. But our first stop should be my home. We need to collect supplies.>"""
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 9:23 pm
CHAPTER 1 EVENT:The FindingBegin
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:02 pm
With the appearance of the Overseer, the Priestess' rage seemed to have subsided like a swelling tidal wave – it had broken, and now it receded, leaving the cooler, holy side of her to survey grimly the damage in its wake. She clapped her hands for the crowd to disperse, in a great swathe of confusion, to the front of the Temple where she had been informed the rest of the Ordonians had gathered. “Lacine,” she whispered, taking her charge by the arm, “Keep order. Answer those questions you deem pertinent.”“Yes, Priestess,” she answered stonily, giving a single nod before following the others out. “Storm, stay with me,” she asked of her bodyguard. ”Lacine will be able to handle the crowds just fine by herself.”“As for you three!” Lorika called to the guards, hands on her hips. “Don't just stand there, go after them!”“Yes, Priestess,” they mumbled, a couple glancing at the ground before following their leader out past the devastation. “No Storm, NOT you!” she repeated, as the Harper's son itched to follow them. ”Not to doubt your skill, but I need you now, and I need you alive another day.”Now, it was just her and the Overseer. ”...We need to go downstairs, my Lord,” she informed him, unable to meet his eyes. “There is much to discuss.”~~~~~~~~~ “I knew it!” raved the boy who had called out earlier, pushing out the double doors amidst the crowd and smashing his way carelessly across the broken glass. “I just knew there was something off about him!” “That's enough, Thomas,” Lacine hissed, appearing beside him. “The Priestess was not in her right mind when she said those things.” He semed to ignore her, not turning around, but her words had obviously made their way through. “Of course you'd say that. You're a woman. All the women here are under his spell!” “Not all of them,” mumbled a dark-haired girl in a tight tank top who had stayed towards the wall of the Temple. She glanced severely past the crowd, which was quickly forming a circle around Thomas and Lacine as they squared off, before slinking away into the tropical undergrowth. “Thomas,” she repeated warningly, glancing past him at the half of the crowd who hadn't been present – who hadn't witnessed what had happened... or more importantly, what had been said. “I suggest you allow me to take you aside and explain things. Enough has been said in anger, in public today.” “You think I trust you to tell me the truth?! I just saw the truth with my own eyes!” “My ******** god, you're an idiot,” sad chestnut-haired Jonathan, pushing forward past Damien, who watched the scene with narrowed eyes. No way was he getting involved in this. Jonathan, on the other hand, always had a little bit of a temper when it came to his beliefs. Lacine relaxed as he came up next to her. She was coping pretty well under the heat, but it was always nice to have some support. Especially support as burly and muscular as he was. “We weren't getting the whole story back there. That was just the Priestess ranting and raving. If you just seize upon what she said you're retarded.” “Or bigotted,” piped another voice from behind them, provoking a few mumbles of assent. “Yeah, well,” Thomas replied, glancing between them and feeling much as Lorika had done staring down the two drow earlier. He, however, wasn't fuelled by righteous anger, and his argument was weakening. “I just know what I saw,” he pressed lamely. “And half of what you saw is only what you wanted to see,” Jonathan scowled. “We all know how you feel about the dark elves, Thomas.” The boy, who had been deflating, suddenly flared up. “Don't you ******** bring THAT into it!” he shrieked, practically hopping with agitation. “Don't provoke him, Jon,” Lacine warned, bringing a hand out to her side as a gesture of cease. “Thomas, I understand your feelings on this matter. You have made them clear to myself and the Priestess... (and anyone else who will listen) ...many times now. I do, however, urge you to restrain your concern. We can talk about this later.” “LATER?! Talk?!” he cried, “What the hell is WRONG with you?! There's a murderer out there, a treasoner-” “It's better that things turned out this way!” she cried in return, “They wouldn't have come quietly! You think any of you would have stood a chance capturing the two of them? You think the guards can manage it now? They're his students!” She glanced away. “No, it's better this way. He will get away, and we shall experience no more tragic losses today.” She fell into a glum silence, which nobody seemed willing to interrupt. Thomas stood, glaring at her, nerve at his eye twitching, but made no further comment. Jonathan shot him a hard glare of his own, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. “It's okay, Lacine. If this ******** keeps on making trouble, I'll just eject him.” “I'd like to see you try!” the young mage replied, but his arrogance didn't quite reach his eyes, which darted apprehensively up and down the warrior's broad and bulky form. The crowd had just begun to chat disconcertedly amongst themselves, the spectacle apparently concluded, when the vans rolled down the path.
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