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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:07 am
"Is it long-winded and boring?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:08 am
Chel elbowed Chris in the side. Hard.
"Hurry up."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:09 am
"I'm glad neither of you were picked," he said earnestly. "I want you to live through this. Dying means leaving a legacy of only a memory, but living is an even greater one, I think."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:11 am
Chris side-eyed Chel and shook his head. "We don't care about that. We wouldn't have offered if we had. S'not like we'll have anything to leave."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:11 am
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:12 am
That was apparently the snapping point for Chel. Every ounce of paranoia, every angry bone in her body, all of it she hurled at Jack. She didn't even take her sword out, she just ran for a tackle.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:25 am
"No, but I can hope that you'll have something to return to."
That was all he managed before Chel tackled him. Unlike the quest, Jack was ready this time. Both were matched in strength as they rolled about on the ground unceremoniously, their cloaks dragging behind them and entangling. Calm as his demeanor was, he didn't carry quite the same restraint now that Chel had made the first move.
He had some anger to spare himself.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:19 am
Chris pulled his sword from it's sheath, because that just what you did when people started fighting a hair's breadth away from you. He grit his teeth and stepped in, pulling Jack back by his collar. He may not be as strong as either of them, but he'd press his luck.
"You gonna use your words, Chels, or am I holding him down for you?" His grip was white-knuckled on Jack's collar and his teeth were gritted. He had no ******** clue what was happening here and it was getting old very fast.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:33 am
"Why was it you?!" Chel screamed in an exasperated voice. Her fist cranked backwards and slammed into the side of his face, knocking Jack even out of Chris' grip and onto the ground. Her hair was uneven, the hood having been knock off in the tussle, her curly waves becoming unkempt.
It wasn't really the right question to ask him, since it wasn't her color that he'd taken, but it was in consideration to his lackadaisical attitude regarding his death and their memories. For Jack, being a knight was the logical option, one he met with acceptance and responsibility. For Chel, being a knight had been her last option; the last feeble attempt at freedom.
A feeling passes over her and she remembers the lake. That only serves to anger her more, because she's reminded there's another thing she's forgotten, another memory she's being kept from.
Her foot connected with Jack's stomach, hard. Chel's not so much angry at Jack as she is at the whole situation; his attitude is simply a good excuse. "Living means nothing if shitheads like you are just gonna keep playin' us like puppets."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:49 am
He found himself in want of that pain not for the pain itself as satisfaction, but for the memories he wanted to accumulate. The snarl twisting Chel's features, Chris' snark and tight grip, the knowledge that even without a past they had each other's backs—these were good memories to have. He had nothing left to lose now, and so he took what he could when he could. Hostility, desperation, anger, these were colors in a world beneath a black sky.
Jack gave as good as he got. The courtesy was gone, replaced by vicious punches and a instinctive wish that he had picked a melted weapon rather than a long range one. Each blow taken was a gift, each retaliation a release. He did not want to die, but he knew that he must so someone else wouldn't; it was a bittersweet fact that was easier to accept with their rage able to express itself.
He wheezed as his stomach was kicked and clutched an arm around it, his other arm held out defensively. "Because I've accepted my fate," he replied raggedly, swallowing breaths. "Because I know what duty means."
Because he was just a man with only one memory of a young girl who said she could take care of herself and had (who did not remember him and probably never would), who had witnessed the limitless greed within him for a future that would never come to pass.
"You haven't," he panted. "You have a chance to do something more after this."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:59 am
Chris let go easily and watched as Chel took out her frustrations. Jack was nothing more than a punching bag, just allowing it, and that set him even more on edge. He kept his sword drawn, even went as far as to raise it to Jack threateningly.
"What duty? They tell you to lay down and that's that? That's your duty? That's narrow minded, isn't it? You didn't think for one second to question what the ******** was really happening? Fate's bullshit. Survival's what you should accept." He pursed his lips and glanced to Chel.
"He could be a good source of information though. I'd maybe not kill him if you can control all that..." he waved his free hand at her. "Rage s**t. Your call though."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 3:01 pm
The arm guarding his stomach left his crotch right open and Chel wasn't above making Jack unable to have children.
It was only Chris' hand that got her to come down, remember that beating the crap out of Jack would accomplish nothing. The feathers on her cape settled and while Chel's fists were still balled it was into something remarkably more calm. "He won't know anything," she told Chris. "Even if he did I'm sure he wouldn't tell us."
She didn't want to hate Jack; Chris was right- he'd been incredibly helpful during battles and she undoubtedly owed him her life in a few tight spots. He'd be entertaining, listened to her musing and been a good companion to their group.
But there were some things that she couldn't see past. Chel had tunnel vision and in regards to this issue, she was stubborn. It wasn't so much a jealousy as it was the frustration that she'd run out of options. Sometimes dying and cutting the turmoil short was better than having to live constantly paranoid of your surroundings because of something out of your hands. "Coward," she spat before taking Chris' arm to steady herself. "Just 'cause you gave up don't mean I'm gonna feel sorry for you."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 7:50 pm
His eyes reflected the dull sheen of Chris's sword as he glanced at it before spitting a little blood off to the side. They had fought creatures with teeth larger than that weapon; he wasn't afraid of it or of being ganged upon.
"Don't," he said with a steely look, "for a minute think that I didn't look for answers. I searched the library. I questioned Gawain. I explored Mordred's tower. ********> Jack hissed. "Do you know what happened to Gawain when I tried to talk to him about the past? He couldn't remember anything; someone had tampered with his memories as well. That is our price, our burden, and our curse as knights, regardless of rank. That is what I've come to accept."
With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet regardless of the weapon pointed at him, lowering the arm that had been curled around his gut. The hard edge in his eyes had dulled some, replaced with something somber. "Believe what you want. I will embrace my role and fulfill it to the best of my ability; and if it's within my power to keep you safe before the end, then I will do it."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 7:58 pm
"I am not your ********' charge, Jack," Chel shot back.
She turned to Chris with something hysteric in her voice. "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you Chris. This is my ********' fiance. We were apparently all tied to get ********' hitched." By the way she was gesturing it didn't look like a happy marriage. "Searched for all of his memories of his precious wife b***h and didn't come up with s**t."
She wasn't above hitting a person where it hurt.
"I never asked to be cursed." By the knighthood or Jack, it was unclear.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 6:58 pm
Chris rolled his eyes at the speech. Mostly at the idea that Chel needed anyone else to keep her safe - and Chris was under no illusions that the protection magically encompassed him as well. The cousin's looked out for each other, and that was enough.
He started at the new information though. "Do you remember him?" he asked quietly, turning his face away from Jack slightly. "Or is this bullshit he's making up?" Chris still hadn't remember anything but Chel, but if there were other relationships he was missing... jesus this was confusing.
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