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 Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:29 pm
Ninian jumped, hearing an unfamiliar voice. She turned to face the newcomer, expecting the worst and finding--
A little spiky blond-haired kid.
Oh! He's not so scary, I suppose, she thought, taking a deep breathe to calm herself.
"Someone attacked him," she told the boy, gesturing to Siegell. "I think it may have been the same person who attacked my brother and Rei. Ah, my apologies for asking, but . . . who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:53 pm
Siegell narrowed his eyes for a moment as Rhys approached, but decided not to make an issue of who was sealing his wounds. Mere moments later, the wounds in his chest and back had all but disappeared, and his shoulder had stopped bleeding thanks to Rhys. Slowly, he twisted his arm, rubbing the upper arm and swinging the whole thing out from the shoulder. He'd need a bandage on that shoulder, but it would be back to normal in a few days. "Ahh... thank you, all of you."
The fighter reached up to rub his eye with his thumb, then sighed. "What was I trying to tell you... right. This... woman, I guess. She was all scaly and reptilian, carried a sword, called herself Asami. She showed up in my goddamn house and tried to take me on." He shook his head. "I almost killed her, but she had some buddy hiding out, threw a damn knife... Shastah barely got me out of there." He shook his head. He was still quite pale from blood loss, and when he tried to stand he immediately began to wobble and fell back into the chair. "Oof... Couldn't think where else to go."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:53 pm
"Ok, fair enough." He didn't exactly know who Rei or this woman's brother was but he guessed they were part of the group and if someone's attacking people, well, that not good. "The name's Chad by the way, I'm new around these parts. It's wonderful to meet you miss...?" He offered her his hand to shake while he waited for her reply.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:58 pm
Rhys paused, thinking. Asami... a woman... she showed up out of nowhere and tried to take him on...
But for no reason...?
"Siegell..." Rhys paused. "This Asami woman. Did she mention anything about... driving people berserk? Corrupting them? Anything to that effect?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:01 pm
" I am Ninian," she told the boy, Chad, her attention returning to Siegell. Listening to his explaination, she knew that this Asami was responsible for hurting not only Siegell, but Nils and Rei as well. It seemed the most likely explanation for the recent events.
"It's probably best that you came here, Siegell," Ninian told the Wyvern Rider. "Come on, let's get you to a bed so you can rest, alright?" She looked up to Amelia, Rhys, and Chad, silently asking for help in moving the much heavier man. Siegell needed to rest; further explanations could come later.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:01 pm
Amelia nodded once. The name Asami rang a few bells, and she slowly put the cork back into her empty Vulnerary bottle. It was a good thing Rhys had gotten over there to heal Siegell; he really needed the help. "The same one that's been attacking the others..." she murmured. Amelia put the bottle on the floor. She paused for a moment, then leaned over and put an arm around his back, managing to help him up to his feet.
"Ninian's right. You really need to get to a bed, and you can barely stand," Amelia commented, grinning like a Cheshire cat. At least he wasn't injured now, it was just the blood loss keeping him off of his feet unsupported. "Just walk, lean on me, all right?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:02 pm
One by one, you will all feel my wrath Those first words came into Aran's mind as he saw Siegell come in through the doorway, nearly bleeding to death. He saw Rhys, Amelia, and Ninian as well as some newcomer gather around him, he listened to their conversation. "The attacker had an ally you say? Well he must be new since Rei only explained the one Reptillian Woman attacking him. Either way, this situation has just gotten a lot worse.."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:05 pm
"Right..." he said. Amelia's voice confirmed his suspicion. But then... something should have happened to him, shouldn't it? Or did this woman need to do something special to do it? Siegell may--or may not, who knows--hold an important clue to dealing with this new threat. And there was someone else at the scene? So, that's... Nils, Rei, possibly Siegell here, Asami, and some other guy against us?
...What's next, the Four Horsemen and the Trumpet Sound?
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:07 pm
"Here I'll help as well, if that's alright. You didn't look to be in too good a shape when I got here yourself, don't wanna strain yourself too much now" He joked towards the blonde girl as he put one of Siegell's arms over his shoulder, giving the man something to lean on.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:13 pm
Siegell staggered to his feet again with Amelia's assistance and leaned heavily on her. He closed his eyes for a moment, considering Rhys' slew of questions. "She... cut herself. On her own sword, before she attacked me. Thought that was weird. And she said... the one who sent her... something about not being able to kill him, I dunno... She said she came for me." He furrowed his brow for a moment. "She corrupts people? With her blood, or something?" He shook his head. "I don't feel different... except lightheaded," he added with a giggle, stumbling over his own foot. "Oof... gotta lie down... need a drink."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:15 pm
Oujay had left the main room and the group that was there and was now walking through the halls by himself.
He stopped by a window to look outside. "It looks peaceful right now, but how long with that last?" he said to himself as he faced forward.
He took a step forward and began to walk through the hallways once again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:18 pm
Amelia listened absently to Siegell's explanation, focusing more on his words so she wouldn't dwell on the fact that, well, a well-muscled, admittedly handsome man was leaning on her at the moment. She loved Rhys, definitely, but even that was enough to perk her attention. If guys could look at other girls' asses, even when they were already seeing someone, girls could appreciate a man's toned chest and six pack, right?
Her expression didn't change until Siegell said something about needing a drink. Her face went flat as her voice: "If you mean alcohol, no way. Not in your condition. But we can get you some water. Now walk, just focus on keeping your feet straight, lean on me. There's an empty bedroom pretty close to here." With that, Amelia began to walk slowly, trying to match Siegell's pace to keep him upright.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:18 pm
Ninian reached out a hand to steady Siegell, holding her breath until she was certain that Amelia and Chad had him.
"I'll get you a glass of water," she said, trying not to smile at his giggle. It was so strange to hear a man giggling, especially this one. but this wasn't the time for smiles. "Amelia, Chad, Rhys--please, take him upstairs. I'll be right there."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:21 pm
Aran saw the group going up to a room, and decided they had enough people to help him. As he saw Ninian go to get some water, he went back into the main room to sit on one of the chairs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:23 pm
The visual and auditory hallucinations and the contorted ESP moments were freaky at first.
But this was just starting to piss him off.
He got it. There was darkness and life-leeching evil everywhere now. The creeping sensation on his skin was from some entity thus far nameless to him and all the emotions and perverted auras were making his senses go haywire.
He stared boredly at his surroundings, which had once again twisted into gruesome displays of static and twitching forms of the physical and spiritual. Everything was, yes, going into one dimension, then four, then two, then ten, but refusing to go back to normal three dimensions without the static. Yes, he was hearing the voices of the now and the upcoming and the gone and he was hearing a cacophony of everything else. Yes, he was smelling and tasting everything and nothing and some things at once.
Again.
Whatever.
WHATEVER THE ******** was <******** sick and tired of it.
WHATEVER.
GUESS THAT DARKNESS OR EVIL OR WHATEVER COULDN'T TAKE THE HINT.
LEAVE. ME. ALOOOOOONE.
He had to use his utmost strength not to curse and scream at shriek at the attic around him. His own rage fueled his hallucinations, causing the static in his eyes and the noises and the smells to deteriorate into pure and absolute chaos, a formless mass of everything and nothing.
The attic-dweller swung blindly at his surrounding, indignant rather than fearful this time. He did not feel his claw whack against some artifact propped up against the wall nor heard it crash to the ground, but he was still stumbling and tripping and twisting in a realm of confusion and purposelessness.
He was angry with the world, then angry with the people downstairs, then angry with himself, and he bit his hand and wrapped his hands around his own throat, rolling around, scattering the things he had broken and rolling over the pieces of the broken mirror on the floor, kicking and grunting and snapping and biting and scratching and flailing --
-- until his body finally registered he was choking himself, and everything abruptly faded back to his usual surroundings, and he let go of his throat and let in a great, desperate gasp of air. He quickly sat up, running his claws over his face, feeling the black viscous tears that were eking out of his eyes. He quickly blinked them away so the film of black would not blind him as he viewed his surroundings. Panting, he realized he had knocked some things other, and was suddenly stung by guilt and remorse with his own foolishness.
The attic dweller trembled and slowly crawled to the broken mirror. He rearranged the shards and pieces into the mirror's original shape, much like a child's puzzle, and stared at his reflection's darkened face.
He turned his eyes to the window to see nighttime had finally arrived. He could finally get away. With all this potent negativity closing in around him, he did not feel it was safe enough for him to live in Fefga's attic. He had to put some distance between him and The Door's spawn. He had to flee.
He shivered and slowly crawled toward the window. His entire chest cavity ached and his head throbbed. He could still feel those surges of malevolent desire and denial, of lust and greed, of envy and wrath...
He closed his eyes, collapsing to his formless state of mind. His body contorted and rolled upon itself, churning as a black mass, and in the next instant a small creature was fluttering out the window, escaping frantically into the night...
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