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 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 9:52 am
( Haha, I hope you do not mind me RPing this spell taking effect, feel free to have your attack hit Sid when he snaps out of it! o vo))
Sid's eyes widened as the fireball came towards her, she held her hands in-front of her to create a barrier and even though it stopped her from getting burned it pushed her back. She hit a tree behind her with reasonable force and slipped down it to land on her knees, pale hands on the floor. This guy was not kidding around... She looked over at him, cringing, this was so not fair, he was a Blackheart and she knew only one offensive spell... which was a joke apparently. Well, it was time to work to her advantages, do something he would not expect from her.
Sid was, for the most part, useless when it came to magic. How she graduated she would never know, in all her topics she was either average or bellow... besides in one. Illusion. "How about this then? If you are a fan of flames..." She asked as she cast a figment spell. Smoke started to appear in-between the creases of his armour. The sensation of burning running up his skin, his face started to burn away and under his armour the same image was spread to wherever the sensation touched, to him he was burning away, to everyone else he was fine. Before long small flames were creeping through aswell, and bone started to become visible.
Sid did not like creating nightmares, she would rather create beautiful things with her illusions, however in a situation like this her only hope was to freak him out to the point of distraction or submission. She closed her eyes and focused her spell, to everyone else it would seem like nothing was happening, it was only Cruor that she was messing with. No harm was actually being done and the pain would stop, as soon as he realised this was not real.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 10:37 am
Cruor watched her fly back with a cold sense of satisfaction which came from a spell or blow landing or being effective. He honestly doubted that she was severely injured since she was able to get back up and due to the fact that he hadn't been trying to kill her but it also wasn't his job to check. At her words his brows furrowed before he noticed smoke, felt a burning sensation, causing him to frown and immediately reach out with his pyromancy to extinguish the flames... Only to not detect any form of flames.
Furrowing his brows, he glanced down at his arm, ignoring the pain for the moment, scenting the air for any sort of acid and only smelling charred flesh. He scoffed, ignoring the illusion entirely and dropping his cloak of shadows; he wouldn't need it now. Instead he confidently strode towards her and lifted his hand and launched another ball of flame at her, stopping his advance only when it hit her.
"Your mistake was using an element I was familiar with." he murmured, his eyes narrow, expression full of disappointment. "Learn from this."
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 10:39 am
Before Sidra could react to Cruor's attack, however, there was a sudden, loud crack, and something heavy and black swung outwards, catching the witch around her waist and throwing her up into the air. A second one whipped around Cruor's waist, and quite abruptly both parties were up in the air, dangling fifteen feet above the ground. The fireballs that had been used were abruptly extinguished, something smothering the flames out.
Down below, X stood with his hands outstretched, black shadows stretching from the palms of his hands like chains. He had his head tilted upwards, eyeing both Cruor and Sidra with an almost bored expression on his face.
"Playtime's over, kids" he said mildly, and jerked his hands back, jerking the shadows with him. The two rather unfortunate victims were dragged downwards, but, in his attempt at being nice (not really), X did not slam them into the ground, but let their feet touch the ground firmly and carefully.
Then he proceeded to snap back the shadows like one might snap a towel - at least from Cruor, leaving the dragon unharmed, if not probably irritated, and most likely somewhat dizzy, considering that X had just spun him around full force.
The shadow around Sidra, however, remained perfectly intact, and curling his fingers together, X yanked back on them, pulling the witch towards him. They nearly collided, but he stopped just before she did, instead clenching the shadowy restraints in his gloved hand, their faces mere inches apart.
"This is why you're not ready," he snapped, and whipped her back around, sending her careening into the blue haired witch. The shadows whistled back into X's hand, dissipating instantly.
"A Blackheart," said X with a great deal of disdain, brushing his hands together. "is someone who is capable of handling themselves in these dark times. Someone who is willing to do what it takes to accomplish our goals. It is no place - " And here he turned a dark smirk around at the motley little group. " - for amateurs."
Flipping a careless hand, X began walking in a slow circle around them. His eyes traced down the lines of Theo's face, flickered across Sidra's pale skin and pastel clothing, then landed on Ruria's petite frame.
X gave a snort. "None of you are ready," he said, and leaned down, retrieving Hyde from the grass. The snake curled around his neck and shoulders, emitting a low, long hiss, red eyes flashing in the dark.
"The Blackheart clan follows the Master," X continued lazily, stroking a hand down Hyde's emerald scales. He gestured towards the ruined castle behind them. "The Master takes residence in Poena Privus, but you are not to disturb them until you have proven yourselves worthy, and even then it is not an advisable thing to do. We are out to protect the word from its destruction, and to do that we need to be assured that we are on the right side. Which means getting rid of any potential..."
His lip curled, an amused sneer on X's face, half hidden in shadows. "...obstacles. So the question remains...which of you are still willing to become one of us? And what are you willing to do to prove it?"
He gave a sidelong glance at Cruor and Ashkii.
"These, two, most unfortunately, have already passed the test of a Blackheart and have...supposedly...proven themselves worthy of holding the name. The dragon kid is Cruor, the other is Ashkii. If you have any questions, ask them, since goddess knows I could care less what sort of concerns you might have."
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 11:34 am
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Ruria flinched as she watched the other girl go toppling into the grumpy boy who had joined them.
Professor X looked at her, at all of them, as if they didn't belong there. Her beating heart suddenly felt like it was a jagged stone in her chest, and her blood chilled, before heating with an aggressive ferocity. If she didn't belong here, she didn't belong anywhere. There wasn't somewhere else that could cultivate her talent, a magic so steeped in darkness and shadow that it consumed her. Other places would do their best to work it out of her, change her, but she ...liked it. She didn't want it to disappear.
X terrified her in school, and though she wasn't quite over the unnerving feeling that always settled itself in her when she was in his presence, she wouldn't let him, or anyone for that matter, stand in her way of where she wanted to be. Where she had to be. More was at stake than simply her own power....much more.
"There," ruria spoke, her voice small and breathy. She was pointing past X and Cruor and Ashkii, at Poena Privus. "I belong there."
It was not in her usual demeanor to speak out, or boldly about anything besides the spooky and macabre that she loved so much, but this was different. "I belong there, in Poena Privus. It's not that I want to be there, but that I have to be there. The magic in my heart is a dark one, one that can only be cultivated there. I don't care if I am beaten bloody on a daily basis in order to be there. I simply have to, and I must know...what is required of me to be like them, or stronger than them." she pointed towards Cruor and Ashkii.
She had been staring directly into X's eyes with stern determination while she spoke, though her confidence faltered a little once her words went silent. Still, the thought of never becoming a blackheart terrified her more than he did. For the others here, she couldn't truly speak of their thoughts. She simply knew her own.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 12:00 pm
Ashkii watched the battle and gave credit only for the girl's guts. Even in the face of a dragon she did her best. Too bad her best was far from the Blackheart standards.
He got up as X separated the two before stretching. His bow materlized in his hand in case X got any idea's before he spoke of the Master.
One hot babe.
His eyebrow rose as he looked at the petite rose haired girl before blinking.
"Your pleaing the wrong thing kid." Ashkii stretched in front of her again before grinning, "And not listening to what X says. We don't care about strengthening your magic...."
"We care about extermination of a damned race. And the threats upon our kind." Ashkii sneered, hinting at the small wisp of Majin's and Witch eaters. "He's asking you what you would do when your faced with an obstacle? and aww that's cold X, you know I passed the test...." Any seriousness faltered as Ashkii gave X the puppy dog look.
"That's kinda of disheartening to hear from a fellow blackheart that you doubt the intergretiy of mine and Cruor's authenticity in this place." Ashkii frowned, shuffling his feet. "Jeez X, I swear." He blinked at the mention of questions before shrugging.
"Sure kiddies, ask away."
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 12:50 pm
When he was suddenly hoisted into the air Cruor let out a less than composed grunt of surprise, flailing a little as he was propelled through the air. He twisted a little in the grip, twisting his head to stare at what had ensnared him only for his eyes to widen as he hurtled towards the ground. He clenched his eyes, bracing for the blow only to open them and relax a little as his feet hit the ground. That was, yet again, a mistake as the world suddenly spun his equilibrium suddenly became non-existent and he stumbled to the side, blinking his eyes slowly as he struggled to rebalance himself.
With a soft growl of annoyance he clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides before moving over to perch upon a block of ruins until he reoriented himself. He listened to X speak, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the students intently for their reactions. However his brows lifted in interest when the girl, Ruria if he remembered right, spoke up, a tiny smirk curving the corner of his lips.
"I like her." he piped, up, his eyes fixed on Ruria. "She's bold and I like that."
For the most part he ignored the jab from X, only shooting him a mildly offended look before rolling his eyes; he was used to such things and tended not to rise to the bait like Ashkii did. He had earned his place, he knew that he had worked to get where he was, that he had achieved it through blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn't an easy path and the fact that this girl acknowledged it and didn't fear it pleased him for some reason. They were similar in a way, he in this girl, he felt, not in motivation or morals, but in drive.
"I'll answer that girl's questions." he murmured, eyes fixed on Ruria. "The rest of you can talk to Ashkii."
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:35 pm
Rule two of fightclub, do not use fire spells against Cruor.
All she could do was look on wide eyes as he started to cast another spell, though she would not really tell if it hit her... within seconds she was grabbed by shadows, in the air, in that weird guys face and thrown into the blue guy who had been quietly watching them. Yet again more disheartening comments were thrown her way, though in truth they did not discourage her. She was not going to run off crying because someone said she was not good enough. Her teachers had told her that for as long as she could remember, she was used to it by now.
She flinched, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly. Man, that last one hurt. "I am sorry, I hope I did not hit you too hard." She got up and brushed herself off before holding out her hand to help the other, if he wanted it. Her dress was ripped, her hair was messed up and her clothes were dirty, yet she still managed to smile, which was a achievement even for the blatant optimist. She was not going to give them the satisfaction of getting angry.
The man she had fought quickly made it clear that he was not interested in talking to her, yes, she had a question. Why did everyone here act like they had just sucked some rotten eggs? She knew that they were above her, but their attitudes stunk. She sighed, knowing this would be a looooong night. Was it too late to turn around and go on that double date? A drink at a Moonfall bar seemed too tempting right now... This place was all so dull and monochrome.
"I... have no questions. I mean I do not think I do. I understand what you guys are about and I understand the fact that I can sell myself all I want, but none the less you will judge me on actions not speeches, so... yea" She was not going to waste her breath on a lost cause, if they had already branded her as useless then she would prove them wrong. She smiled, holding her hands behind her back, wings fluttering lightly. "So unless you have any words of wisdom, I am good. Is there anything you wish you had known when starting out?" It seemed like a reasonable enough question to ask the Blackheart which was not acting like a total d**k.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:30 pm
Interesting. So the dragon mononoke was also a fire user. It did make sense though. Dragons were usually associated with fire. Then the fight started to get interesting. Theo watched carefully, his eyes flitting from one to the other as they moved against each other. Sparkle rainbow fairy had guts though, he had to admit. Even if her fighting was rather.. ineffective. However, burning a fire user, of creating the illusion of that just.. Theo shook his head. If you played with fire, you'd know how dangerous it is. And clearly she had never really done that.
However, Professor X interrupted the fight and brought it to an end. As the marshmallow crashed into him, Theo stumbled but caught hold of her, steadying himself and her both. "It's fine." He murmured softly. Professor X's next words however, were definitely not fine. His condescending tone was.. insulting and downright degratory. Theo bristled at the none too subtle insults. "Are you even going to give us a chance to prove it?" Theo's tone was measured and deliberate, but the words still held a sarcastic note. "You don't make assumptions of people just like that. Who are you to judge us? You don't know any of us well enough to even guess what we're willing to put ourselves through to become a Blackheart."
"Here's my question." Theo turned to Ashkii, his eyes blazing. "Why did you become a Blackheart? Why did any of you become a Blackheart?" He flung the question out there for all of them, not just Ashkii.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 6:47 pm
Without even turning around, a shadow ripped from the palm of X's hand, whipping across the ground, rippling through the grass and colliding with Theo. It wrapped around his ankles and with one swift jerk of his hand, swept the witch off of his feet and onto the ground.
The shadow dissipated, back into X's hands, and he walked slowly across the way towards the boy. Without a word he lifted his foot and pressed it down against the other's chest, effectively pinning him in place. It was not hard enough to stop his breath, but it would be uncomfortable, at the very least.Dark hair fell over his face as X leaned down, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Who am I?" he breathed, a manic smile stretching across his face. "My name is Professor Xander Demetri, and let's just say I am, unfortunately for you, not someone low on the food chain when it comes to the Blackhearts. I'll leave exactly how high I am to your own imagination, but rest assured I am not someone to mess with.
"And I never said I wouldn't give you a chance to prove yourselves. Isn't that what you're all here for?"
Rolling his eyes, X removed his foot and stepped away, a smirk curling his lips upwards as he glanced over at Ruria, seemingly having already moved on from Theo. Lifting his chin, he gave her an appraising look, eyes sweeping over her small, pink-haired face.
"You're an interesting one," he said, with a snort. "Admittedly I wasn't expecting such a...passionate response, but I'm...pleasantly surprised."
Linking his fingers against the small of his back, Xander stepped backwards, Hyde giving a low hiss against his ear and curling his tail around his arm. His eyes cut sideways, lifting a brow at Ashkii and Cruor.
"I never said I doubted you lot, either," he said breezily. "Just my own beliefs. Like I said, you've both already proven yourselves. If you hadn't, you wouldn't be here right now, now would you?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 6:53 pm
Ashkii blinked at the questions starting to come his way before shrugging.
"Answer the pretty ones questions sure Cruor. Your Man whore tendencies are coming out." He shrugged before looking at the two who wanted their questions answered.
First Sidra, cause Ladies always got his attention first.
"That's too vague of a question Babe. I wish I had known that they'd been so damn demanding. Otherwise I'd've join the Cerb knights instead." He grinned before shrugging, if she narrowed it down, He might of given her a good honest response.
And then there was the blue haired boy who spoke up. Oh a little firecracker.
"I became a Blackheart because I needed too. I have a cousin, A ars Lilium Mononoke who see's beyond her years and....cannot even take a foot outside without her heart being on her sleeve. Kinda of look a foolish child..." He side glanced to Cruor before shrugging, "I became a blackheart to make sure her heart never got stolen by a Majin. She doesn't remember it but when she was a child, her heart was almost eaten by none other then my own mother, because we let her in our ranks of camaraderie...." He blinked owlishly before looking away, "and I killed her. Came here, been killing witch eaters since." He yawned. "Besides women and gambling, It's about all I can do now....Protecting foolish children and humans from the monstrous Witch eaters."
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 3:49 am
"I guess demanding is to be expected." She chuckled, rubbing the back of her head nervously. It did seem like a pretty dumb question. None the less she did not have any to ask so the productive thing to do was remain quite and let the other two talk.
She listened as Theo asked a question, and her face saddened with the tutor's response. "I'm sorry. I know you did what needed to be done but still." Sidra felt shame that one of her kind would do such a thing, especially to her own child. She had to remind herself that not all Majin had good intentions like she did, not all of them could control their hunger. She had struggled with her own for along time and at times holding back for harder than she cared to admit. Still, she had stayed strong and that meant something. She would never be one of those vile monsters, not ever. She smiled and bowed her head slightly, she did not have a brother, she was the youngest of six sisters and she never got to see any of them. "Your sister is lucky to have a brother that would look out for her so much." She did not want to dwell on the sad, she would have to get used to feeling this shame. Afterall everyone here probably hated what she was.
And in truth, she did not really blame them. She hated what she was too.
"Why do you want to become a Blackheart?" She directed the question at Theo. He seemed to want to know why everyone else was here, so he must have a good reason himself. Sid thought for a moment, why did she want to be here? Well, in truth she had never thought of it before but joining the Blackheart's would have certain advantages. Nobody would expect a majin to be a Blackheart, she could keep her eye on them and get stronger in the process, she did not need to be a Witch Eater to feel safe. Besides, the Witch Eaters made Sidra feel ill, they were the reason she had to hide, the reason why she had been scared for so long. An enemy of her enemy was her friend, so maybe she did belong here? Ofcourse, she would not tell them that.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:36 am
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Listening to Ashkii's story made her innards feel knotted. Had it been any other situation, she may have even approached the (obviously womanizing) man and put a hand on his and console him, even though the proper words would never come to her. But, not here. Compassion was one of her more endearing attributes...and also one of her greater flaws. Perhaps here, it would be best -not- to feel, to take everything personal about her and lock deeper away than it already was.
Her gaze sullened as she felt X's eyes on her, the icy breath of death tickling upon her neck. She glanced away, one hand's fingers curling strands of her long twintails between them. It was curious to her that the others were asking them why they became what they were. Curious, really. Truly curious. Certainly, it'd make for a good campfire story, and yet she found herself uncaring about their reasons. She couldn't help but wonder why Sidra wanted to be a blackheart..she seemed so dainty and gentle that a harsh existence might rip her apart, and Theo, as well...at first glance he seemed the type, with a grumpy aura of anger permeating off of him, but surely one had to have more reason than simple anger to want to be a blackheart. She didn't dare ask them their reasons, though. They might inquire more about her own, and that was something she couldn't share with anyone, not yet. Perhaps not ever.
Ruria carefully trudged the distance between her and the dragon, Cruor, stopping in front of him. She had, afterall, been directed to give him her questions. She stood just at his chest in height, looking up at him with cherry-hued eyes that had once again settled back into their gloomy yet calculating stare. She was quiet for a long moment, chewing her lower lip nervously, before extending her hand. Her other arm was still wrapped around the cranium of Biter. "Ruria..." she mumbled. "....that is my name."
Questions...questions. She had so many and yet couldn't find the words for but a few.
"I suppose I have a few questions, really." she began. Her arms returned to their cradled position around the skull who was embraced by them, who appeared to be asleep (if skulls did in fact sleep.) "I'm willing to accept more scars and bashings and beatings to get to where I want to be, so I almost expect that. It doesn't really matter to me if it happens or it doesn't, but I'd like to know how..." her eyes drifted towards her feet. She had never had to ask anyone but a teacher these kinds of questions, and only in her beginner time at Makai. "how to be stronger or as strong as you." she could recall seeing an example of Cruor's strength back at the winter ball. "I also want to know what will be required of me for this, and I suppose the last part..." her eyes had drifted back up to his, but again back to her feet. It was hard to keep her gaze settled on him for long. It wasn't that she was intimidated, but rather she felt more ashamed at herself. "...Is really more of a request, sort of. I want to be able...." one hand instinctively drew to her chest in a protective way, as if guarding something there. "There's a darker part in my magic that I can't control. I want to be able to get this control. I wondered...if such a thing is even possible." Her eyes flickered with the ghost of the determination she showed earlier. That darker part of her magic was one she used to wish every night that it would go away. Leave her alone, disappear, but now, she felt as if she needed it.
"And one more question.... I'll get a scythe for sure, won't I?" A bit of the girlish excitement she had expressed when she first saw Cruor's scythe lit her face. Oh, how she wanted one... <3
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 10:10 am
"Just keeping her out of your reach, Ashkii." he countered, turning his head to offer the other Black Heart a sly smile. "Jealous already?"
Cruor couldn't help but narrow his eyes, expression sobering as he glanced at the male in the group, noting his anger, his rage at begin called worthless. He remembered first joining the ranks, how his determination had overridden anything else when he had first started; they only wanted to get him angry, get him to lose focus. However hot tempers could get you killed as he had learned, the experience none-too-pleasant, and if this boy kept it up he would learn as well.
"Why did I become a Black Heart? Because a majin consumed my younger brother's heart and cost me my entire family." he murmured, his expression cold, as if he was making an observation about the weather. "They're a blight I have every intention of eradicating."
However at X's words he straightened a little, chin lifting as he gave the other man a small, curt nod in response to the compliment. It was backhanded and a little backwards, but he acknowledged it and accepted it none-the-less. Their work was fairly thankless, after all, especially considering that many frowned on what they did, but it was still nice to be appreciated once in a Blue Moon.
When the pink-haired girl approached him he shifted a little, moving into a more comfortable seated position and making sure he wasn't towering over her. Out of the entire group she showed the most promise in his eyes, honestly, thus he wanted to speak with her one-on-one. When she offered her name he gave a slow nod, memorizing it as she began to ask her questions.
"I see." Cruor began giving a slow nod at the lengthy combination of questions, muling them over before speaking. "Drive is what you need. The ability to get up after every beating, every injury, verbal or otherwise, look at your opponent and say 'Again'. You need to see your mistakes laid bare before you and learn from them, grow from them. You will need to work daily to hone and refine your skills, to cultivate them and turn them into a formidable weapon."
He paused for a moment, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he thought back to his own training. Cruor remembered every scar that he had acquired from his training, remembered the sight of his own blood spattering the training grounds. In fact there were times in which he simply collapsed from exhaustion at the end of the day on the nearest flat surface, but it had been worth it. Now he was strong, capable of protecting others and destroying that which threatened... At least in most cases. He fought to keep his expression from souring when he thought back to the ball and how he had failed.
"Control will come with training and discipline. Everything can be controlled if you focus and work towards becoming stronger." he paused looking her over before giving a slow nod. "Think of your ability to control as a hand and your magic a heavy sword. When your grasp is weak, the weapon will slip through your fingers, thus you must train constantly to strengthen it, make it stronger. The same is true with magic of any kind. You may have to train for hours a day, but you will improve."
At the next question he blinked before letting out a soft chuckle, reaching back as if on instinct to caress the hilt of the blade on his back. Cruor hesitated for a moment before he slowly drew it and set it across his lap, staring down at it as he ran his fingers over the dark blade. He then looked back up and gave a slow nod, his fingers still gently caressing the weapon as if it was his most cherished possession in the world.... Which it was.
"Every Black Heart or Reaper gets a scythe made especially for them." He murmured, eyes sliding down to the weapon then back up again. "Ruria, should you pass the trials to join our ranks, one shall be forged for you, for your hand alone. A scythe is not simply a weapon, though I suppose I can't speak for some of the others here. It is an extension of you, your most loyal of companions."
He hesitated for a long moment before sighing and gesturing to the blade. "You asked to touch it before. You may, if you still wish to."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:04 pm
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There was a small feeling of relief (though only small) when Cruor sat down, his height no longer towering over Ruria's small frame. It was easier to look him in the eyes now.
She listened to every word he said, her mind echoing it back and forth to maintain the knowledge. Would she be able to strengthen her 'hand' enough to control that part of her? She wasn't sure, but at least to try, at least....
That last question had just simply..slipped out. She coudln't help it, really..she had such a fascination with the morose, and was puzzled at first, and surprised to find Cruor had the ability to smile or laugh in a way not cruel. She watched as he produced his weapon, her eyes taking its image in, from hilt to tip, before glancing back to meet Cruor's gaze.
"You asked to touch it before. You may, if you still wish to."
Her face flushed red with surprise and sudden excitement. He had been so adamant about not letting her anywhere near it when she had asked before, and to suddenly be offered, she felt it was almost a trick...but a trick she couldn't resist falling for.
"I...I can...?" she glanced back at the weapon in his lap and to his eyes again, almost unsure, but caved in quite quickly, settling her gaze on every detail of the weapon. She reached forward with a slightly trembling hand, delicate fingers touching first the blade, and sliding up, delicately tracing the bits of detail etched into it and then up the hilt. How many lives had ended by this blade? How much blood was soaked into it, how many limbs had it dismembered? It was a fact she knew she had to accept to walk this path. How many lives would end at her own hands?
Only the cruel. Only the cruel.
The words echoed in her thoughts, a small voice that pulsed like a heartbeat, though part of her knew...at one time or another, she may be forced to stray from that.
"It's beautiful, but it's kind of sad," she said softly, resting her fingers above the hilt, before taking them back.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:02 pm
Cruor observed her reaction, smiling a little at the flush that rose in her cheeks, one he hope which was born from eagerness more than shyness. He remembered the day he'd first gotten his scythe, had finally joined the ranks, and remembered running his hands over it, memorizing its weight, its feel in his hands. For hours he practiced with it, honing his skills with it, learning to bend it to his own personal style, to make it his own. He'd killed and protected with this particular weapon for years now and sometimes his hand didn't even feel complete without it in it.
Red eyes slid down to where her fingers ran over the cool metal, noting the contrast between the dark red, nearly black, blade her her pale skin. Typically he only saw his fingers pressed against it when he was in his dark armor thus the color difference was... Interesting. Did a scythe reflect something about its owner? He couldn't remember if it was always this color or if it had been stained by the violence that it had unleashed on others. Or, perhaps, the color was a reflection of what was inside him, something he didn't want to think about too much.
"Sad?" he question, brows lifting at her analyses of the weapon. "I suppose killing isn't a very happy thing..."
Cruor trailed off, brows furrowing a little as he stared at the girl before him, intrigued in a way that he hadn't been at the ball. Then again he supposed that he'd already been agitated and Ruria's entire demeanor seemed... Different than it had on their first meeting. She felt older in a way, more mature and wiser in way that he couldn't full understand at that time. Perhaps it was because she was more subdued now but he felt that there was most likely more behind it, possibly something to do with the magic that she was attempting to control.
"If you are that dedicated to becoming a Black Heart..." he trailed off, his voice lowering a little. "I often patrol the grounds at night. If you wish to seek... Council or, perhaps, wish to test yourself, then seek me out."
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