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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 4:06 am
Square-root brows knitted together in confusion. "Said it'd be a lotta work and it'd take me some time. It ain't impossible," It was his turn to frown, his arms suddenly folding across his chest defensively. He wasn't afraid of hard labor, nor was he the sort to shirk off his responsibilities. He promised her his help and he'd give her his help. But as much pride as Petro had in himself, he was still just one monster in the grand scheme of things. Given how he had other extra-curricular activities along with his academic responsibilities, one month was much too soon. Two months, though.
"Don't wanna upset y'. Don't mean to upset y'," he assured the banshee but his tone was gruff, if not a little insulted that she would think he would do such an ungentlemanly thing. "Ain't do anyone any good to upset a ghoul," he added with a grimace. "And I ain't no liar. Y' say y' want alla this done in two months?" A long, muscular arm gestured to the ruins of this abandoned building, "'M gonna do everything I can to finish in two months." He leaned forward, brown eyes staring directly into Sarias' red ones, "Or die trying."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 6:37 am
The banshee, without even realising it, had taken her hand and placed it upon the monsters arm just above the elbow so when he moved to cross his limbs in defiance she moved with him. Although her nails were not puncturing the skin her finger pads were pinching down hard, it was like a trance she couldn’t snap out off, not until she heard the words she wanted to hear. He had to say them, he had too. This was her goal, her escape from the ridiculous place, her world away from worlds. This boil won’t take it from her. He won’t. HE WON’T!
“Upset!? You haven’t upset me boil! Your not good enough to upset me!” she was straining to keep her voice under control, she was auctally…panicking? To be so close to the end, her dream and then have it taken away from her! It wouldn’t do! Her mind was feverish with thoughts and voices, her voice. “No….nO, doN’t let HIm saY No. DON’t. hE cAn’t, make HiM do IT. MAKe HiM DO iT, MAKE HIM DO IT!!” The ghoul faulted then, her head swimming as the black veins started to edge into her mind. She was losing consciousness and fast, but not in body, she was still standing, still moving. She had felt this before, before her fights, before the tortures…before the need to end life, to crush it, to kill it.
“NO..Uhh…no…wait.” Her hand came to rest on her temple her face suddenly twisted in pain as she fought with herself. Petro couldn’t see this happening, however subtle and brief it was it could be seen as sign of weakness. She tired to keep her eyes focused on the ground. She didn’t want to hurt this boil. He was trying to aid her. “He is helping you, don’t.” His words tumbled through the void, soothing and calming her fragile mind as he agreed he would help. He would do this. The tension fled from her limbs, from her thoughts, but the panic, why was the panic still there?
“Ugh…yes…yes. Please see to it that you do monster.” She had to get out of here. It was the first time she had fought with herself, the first time she had denied herself the pleasure of ripping into something when the need arose. She didn’t like it; it felt unnatural, scary even. She could taste blood, a distant memory but the tang of iron sat on her tongue, tastes buds screaming at the flavour. “I need to….I need to get on with something else…something that is worth my time than speaking with you.” She made for the gap in the wall the rune and map discarded as she edged into the light of the world. Her breathing was heavy and laboured. “Don’t let him know, don’t let him see, you are not weak like him, finish it, fInSh It! ”
“And Petro!” she shouted back, her body leaning against the outer wall of the building as her head rested squarely in her palms. The panic would not cease to go; it rose in her chest like a vice and threatened to claim her there and then.
“I will…I will hold you to that, die trying Petro, don’t you dare let me down…” There were no further conversations, threats or comments emitting from the banshee, silence resumed for just a steady thump on the ground as she made her escape
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