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 Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 12:05 am
 Kumori The Shadow Magistrate ╔══════════════╗ Kumori barged into the Manor as he was panting slightly, even though he didn't breath, his body was a bit maxed out on the movement to this place. He looked around and soon yelled, "Where the hell are the King and Queen of this area?!" His ignorance ended up summoning the guards towards him, already armed to kill him on sight while awaiting orders from the king and queen. He sighed after no response and just left. (Exits) Energy: 550 Strength: 7 Speed: 4 ╚══════════════╝ "Miza! Now you will know true terror!" The Shadow of a Legendary man
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 5:22 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Immediately following his leave of the CAZ, Alistair quickly made it to the gates of the Estate. When he arrived, he looked at it. It had been repaired since the last time some explosion set off in it. In a way, the place was new. It was partially new and his. when he became king, Alistair swore to never be the kind of king that remained in his palace while his citizens trained. But he wanted to speak to Red in private, and the CAZ was too public. He sighed as he walked through the gates and passed through the courtyard. Upon entering the estate, his mind flashed back to the last time he was here. Flashes of flames everywhere. His arms were bound.
He could not move.
He snapped his eyes open, getting rid of the images as he ascened the flight of stairs on the right to th second floor where to office was located. He approached a black door with a golden handle. Too fancy for his tastes. It must have been the office. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see just how hopelessly luxurious things were. His desk was professionally made, painted and designed. Even his chair was over the top. "This is exactly why I hate royalty." He said as he sat down
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 5:37 pm
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In the night, Red's boots thudded ever so loudly on the gray stone by the ducal estate. The guards stood there between the black and glistening lampposts, she was the only being that stirred from the darkness besides the King.
She crossed a wide swath of cobbled pavement and approached the dutiful men watching the gate. Burning amber eyes surveyed them for the mere moments while they moved to open the gate to let the Captain through. Red was only coming because Alistair requested it, other than that, she didn't have a need to come here. It was lavish and grand, more than any one person strives for. Perhaps once, she too wanted to live in such a fancy place, have children, grow old, but that wasn't her anymore. The life she led was too violent to pacify. Swiftly she moved in silence from across the courtyard and up to the golden detailed doors. As her fingers gripped the handle, she paused; looking at her knuckles, the speckles of blood on them. Then without so much as a second thought, the door opened and she would step into the threshold of expensive tastes. Paintings, rich draperies, it was all so elaborate and fancy, even the steps she walked up were heavily detailed.
Once she reached the top, there were several doors to choose from but the one that she settled upon was black, the light under the door the only sign of life. Red moved with feral grace, slapping her hand down on the handle and whipped it open enough that it flew back, smacking the door-stopper. The red head walked right up to the front of his desk, wisps of fiery locks still settling from her barging in.
"What?! What do you want? Don't tell me I came here just to have tea and crumpets."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 6:41 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When Red barged into the room, she'd see something different. An Alistair not bound by his duties. No citizens were around. His black trench coat was thrown across the office, leaving his torso covered only by the tightly fitting black v-neck tee shirt he wore under under the coat. The band that held his ponytail together was relaxed, moved further down the ponytail. He could just have easily removed the band, allowing his hair to flow freely, yet he refrained from doing so because Red was coming. When she barged in, he glanced up. This room was enough to give him a headache, but her tone set something off. His white eyeballs suddenly darkened, leaving his irises their natural cyan color. His body rose quickly to eye level. The entire time she had known Alistair, she failed to really see what he was. The hybrid change didn't just affect him physically, but mentally as well. The man had developed something of an alter ego, though it was more than that. Alric was more than that. It was everything that the old Vampire Alistair hated. Primal. Wild. Uncontrolled. If Red looked down, she'd get her first glance of Alistair's partial transformation. His two arms began to expand in mass. His fingernails began to grow out, hardening into claws as black bristled fur grew up his arms. His heart rate hastened, growing stronger with each beat until it was audible for even Red to hear. "SIT DOWN!" He roared in response.
Gradually, everything shifted back to normal as he closed his eyes, beginning with his limbs. As his energy flow returned to a calm state, the fur retracted back into his skin in a scaled motion from his biceps down to his fingertips. His heart rate dropped, returning to it's natural pace. His eyes snapped open to look dead into her crimson eyes. They were normal once agains. They were his eyes. Not that monster's. "We've all got our monsters..." He'd seen Red's monster, and she only had a brief glimpse of a part of Alistair's monster. Withoutout even knowing, his claws had dug deep into the exquisite desk. Not that he cared. "What did you mean in the CAZ? Don't play dumb with me. There aren't any prying ears here. Tell me."
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 7:15 pm
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Standing there, watching him transform partially, her own body grew ready. Nails sharpened into talons and the length began to descend, then he drew back. The whirling spheres of cyan still casted icy daggers at ruby glares. Red would do as he asked, seating herself in the velvet plush chair.
It was then that she noticed his demeanor, the relaxed side of him. Not that he looked it, his eyes harbored chilling storms, his form as rigid as ever. Yet, Red didn't hold any animosity towards him, even as they quarreled. She looked around, refraining from his visage, taking in the setting like a voyeur marveling a masterpiece.
"Which part? The fact that Kirin came to Nocturne for whatever reason, like I know? I am not the same person I was before, I feel like..I'm an ideal to him. I have retained the soul, but not the body." It was then she would face her King. "I can't be what he wants, I don't have the capacity to be her." Red leaned back, each arm elongated by the supports, her legs crossing as a single boot bobbed up and down. "Besides, what enjoyment would he get from ******** a corpse that can't feel? I doubt any....I'm ashamed to say this, but I think he'd be disgusted. He hates me and with good reasons.
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Or are you referring to you kissing me? To which, I don't remember." A smile spreading across her pale lips. "I'm not mad, only surprised."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 7:56 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
That look. It was that same look that Alistair gave Red when he saw her True Form. Before it had even fully come out, she accepted it. It certainly felt that she knew all about his monster. It was good that she didn't cower, because he was certain that he would not always be able to control himself. Red would need to be there. In a way... he needed a tamer. He didn't care for the part about Kirin. He made his point. But just when he was about to clear things up, she spoke. Her words hardened Alistair's glare. He couldn't joke around anymore, or shrug things off. Red knew. There was a reason why he didn't restore that memory. She didn't need that. Red wasn't focusing on intimacy and didn't need to be concerned with a brash moment caused by Alistair. In his quest to find out what kind of emotions could drive someone to abandon all common sense, he kissed Dani. He wanted to know why she left Nocturne, knowing that it'd come back to haunt her one day. He growled, "I have half a mind to take that memory from you as well..."
He fell back into the chair behind the desk, looking dead into Red's eyes. The cat was out of the bag. Not that he really cared. He could have told her himself and it wouldn't have mattered. He didn't love Dani. He couldn't love her. He didn't understand what it meant to be in love. Alive for 130 years and he could never understand complex emotions such as love. He knew hatred. Anger. Rage. He thought if he could understand the powerful emotion, he could be a better king. He ended that quest with that kiss. "It meant nothing. I could kiss you right now and I could feel nothing. I have no interest in intimacy. It won't make me stronger nor will it come to anything. It has no purpose for me. It has nothing to do with being disgusted. The attraction is there, as it would be for any other male sensible enough to know a good woman when they see one. I just never have felt the need for lust." Now that the cat was out of the bag, Alistair returned that memory to Red. Though she could no longer feel... the memory was vivid enough to stimulate her mind into tricking her into thinking she was feeling it.
The confining space of the suit.
The heat of the sun on her face.
The ocean breeze.
Then ice on her lips. The cold feeling quickly dissipated as the sunlight struck her face once again. Outside of the memory, a familiar voice rang through her ears. "Satisfied?"
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"The strong survive."
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His first remark only made her grin even more, to taunt him as he growled from the frustration. He could delete his evidence, he had the power but did he really want to strip that away from her? No. That smile though, said do it in its own silent nag. Her head would tilt, her right arm coming up to hold the scarlet tresses.
"I see. It was just a fleeting idea, no big deal. You really don't need to explain yourself, Alistair." Even if he did kiss her, that feeling would be mutual. Nothing. She knew it all to well. No quake in the chest, no desire, no butterflies fluttering around to excite. Just nothing, and yet, for her, she fed off of the anger. The blind rage...then there was the beach. The wefts of wind on her face, she felt like breathing in as her smile dulled. The stare grew distant, she felt warm and dizzy. Then it was gone, the icy reflections drawing back and Red looked down at his desk. Lust. There was always a lust, it was the subject matter that changed. He had desires, just like anyone else.
"We all climb that mountain because we want something." The reply tender, almost questioning him. The skin on her fingers turning a warm fair tone, though they were hidden by her hair. A sin, the very one he mentioned, stirred from her sweet slumber, eying him from behind the amber vision. Red's lips took on a slight pink, just the centers as the outer edges retained the pale blue of oxygen deprived vessels. She would smile again, like she knew a secret because in truth, she did.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 9:03 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Red was... gaining satisfaction. Why wasn't she acting like everyone else? They would have gotten angry with him for trying to pull something off like that. But Red... she remained calm. Cold. Calculating. For a brief moment, he thought of her, but brushed the thought aside. She was right to say that everyone had desires, but not everyone lusted for something as simple as physical contact. He remained skeptical. "You say that I want something." He leaned forward, resting his arms on the cold surface of the desk. "What is it? Let me guess. I want power? I have it. I want love? I don't care for it. I want knowledge? Knowledge is power, and guess what I still have a lot of. Power. I have no need for these desires because I keep myself 'well fed'." The answer is simple. What did he want? He wanted to know her. Everything about Red intrigued him. Why was she, of all people, the only one who could not only tolerate Alistair's cruel words, but gain some satisfaction from them? Perhaps it was the same way he gained satisfaction from everyone else?
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 9:28 pm
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She remained calm through his unfurling storm, even as words crashed against her shores, she kept every once of strength. "I don't know, Alistair. What do you want?" he wanted something, everyone has a reason to tolerate each day, a cognitive gear in the wheel of life. "It is obvious you want more. Why else do you stay here? Continue to train? You must have goals, dreams." Red leaned forward, palms pressing at the edge of the cushion, legs elongating slightly. "Is being a powerful King enough for you?" Her curiosity lingering in the crescent of honeyed irises.
"I want a lot of things but I know that I'm not strong enough to take them, yet." Red leaned back again, stealing the time to look around his office instead of him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 11:20 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
He knew what he wanted. He didn't want more power. He wasn't concerned with it. Did he have a great time as king? Yes. Outside of Nocturne, he didn't care for anything. "I'm still here because this is my home. This title is a testament to my efforts. Do I think it's enough? Yes, I do. I'm not greedy. I wanted this position to both strengthen the nation and to ensure that all heinous traditions were eradicated. Dreams are for fools, but I do have a goal. It's to make Nocturne the strongest nation out there. I do not seek to conquest, but I welcome any opposition. Only a fool will continue to seek power when he's already obtained it." Alistair stood up, pushing the chair aside as he continued to walk to the door at the end of the office. Throughtout his entire life here in this nation, he never knew there was even a door here. He wanted to know what was behind it. He wanted to know what was behind it. He was curious. "I'm king of this nation. If I want to open this door, I can. Nothing is stopping me. All I have to do..." He grasped the ornate golden handle, clenching it with his hand. "... reach out and open it." Yet, he dropped his hand and turned around. "But it doesn't mean I should. Power must be balanced with restraint. We've had a few mad kings who thought that if they wanted things, they could take it simply because they had power. What would you do if you were in my position? Would you open the door, or would you know your limits?"
Even as he spoke, he felt something stir deep inside of him. It was a feeling he knew well. Every time he spoke, he felt a rustle in his body. A disapproval... from himself. It was him, yet it was someone completely different. To say it was a person seemed to be extreme, but it was more than just a personality. This... thing could take over Alistair whenever the man was angry. It was why he practiced restraint so often, as a means of conquering this demon.
*You've done worse. Why be afraid of a door?*
He ignored it. It was just a thought and yet it felt almost as if he could hear it actually ring through his ears.
*It's power. You do what you want when you have absolute power. Everything... is yours. Why teach her differently when she'll be queen when you are gone?*
"Because..." He thought out loud. *s**t.* It had been a long day. Too long for him to focus any more.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 11:39 am
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The smile was gone, her eyes grew pained and yet, self indulgent as she looked at him, listening to the long strum of words. "I've met a mad king before. He is a greedy, jealous fool and that will be his down fall." The man was probably all alone, his marriage in shambles since Kirin was in Nocturne. If she was suppose to feel happy, she didn't but there was also no pity for his pathetic outcome. Red stood, fingers brushing over the deep rivets in the desk. "You have always shown restraint...even when I first met you." Eyes lingered over the jagged edges, the splinters being knocked down with just a simple touch. "Some doors should remain locked forever because the monster behind of it is far worse than the one you are."
She thought about it for a moment as he stood there. "No. I wouldn't open it, I like this room more. Besides....who wants to see some dusty broom closet? Leave the skeletons be."
The red head gazed up at him, a soft smile on the milky colored face. Because. "You should rest, Alistair, and I should leave you to it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 11:54 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
"Wait..." He folded his arms against his chest as he looked down at Red. Her response was... more than satisfactory. For some reason, she knew the answer to every one of Alistair's questions. She knew all of the right answers. So perhaps it was time for her to start asking serious questions. "I told you that the next time we talked alone, I'd let you ask questions. No matter how personal they may be, I'll answer them. You get 5 questions. You can use them all now... or save them for later."
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 12:17 pm
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Her hand stopped and she turned back towards him. She faced the tired man, staring at the muscles flexing in his arms as he crossed them and commanded. Red moved towards the back of the chair, gripping it as she thought. She wanted to know about him, and five questions simply wasn't enough to quench that curiosity. Though, she'd make due with the hand dealt.
"I see. Well..." The curtain of lashes lowered slightly, her gaze down casted. "How did you become what you are? You said you'd tell me if you weren't training me anymore." She smiled. "Also, why did you pardon me to only make me forget the whole thing? You could have brought me back here, or not even bothered searching for me.... you could have killed me, perhaps that would have been a better outcome than the one I chose." Dark brows furrowed, that whole situation pissed her off to no end...not the beach but what happened afterwards. It was the reasons she didn't run into Kirin's arms, it was that she couldn't. The distance was better, safer. She saw her own failures and just how weak he was. She thought love was enough, how foolish and naive she had been. Now it was too late, that story ended and a new one began.
Red waited, studying her King.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 12:54 pm
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
He expected her to ask about how he came to be what he was. "I wasn't born this way.I was born as a Vampire. I'm one hundred and thirty years old and I only decided to join this nation's militia a little less than a decade ago. But the change itself... it didn't happen until a little after I met my teacher, Velox. He was the former captain of the guard, before I took the position. I fought him as a Novice, thinking that I could hold my own against a master ranked ninja. But, naturally, he knew everything I knew and more. He had the same element, the same class, he knew my tactics. The only thing that separated us... was our blood traits. He was a Lycan. I was a Vampire. When Lycans win battles, they tend to mark their opponent with a bite, and sometimes it can trigger a change. It's incredibly rare. There are very few Lycans capable of changing anyone. I was... fortunate enough to be changed. Just a few days after that change, I was ranked up and was made captain. Then... I met a human with red hair like fire, and an attitude to match."
While the first question was simple enough, the second seemed to be harder, yet Alistair answered quickly. There was nothing to it. "It ties to what I said earlier. I had the power to bring you back. I could have done it. Dragged you back here, punished you, tortured you, interrogated you... but what right did I have? You left my kingdom after I spent the time to train you. You denied my help. I wasn't angry, I can only help someone who wants to be helped. Instead... I did what I thought was best. What little things you experienced during your time in Nocturne were wiped from your mind. You had no recollection of this nation, or my teachings. It was a fair move. What happened afterwards was... it was karma, if you believe that sort of thing." He was talking about her death. Her actions led to one thing or another, and while her death was still unclear to him, it happened. "What good would have come if I killed you?" He smirked as he muttered his last remark. "The amount of satisfaction I received when I heard of your demise was good enough for me."
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 1:14 pm
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His words filtered in just like all the rest, they registered just fine as they spiraled down into the deep mush of brain matter. In response her head nodded, the fiery red locks shifted and cascaded down the front of the black hoodie. The cool demeanor did not change, she didn't falter or bother to give him that satisfaction of showing disapproval or pain.
"Well she sounds interesting, maybe you will tell me about her at another time." A faint smile turning up the corners of bleached lips. "I won't bother you with the rest now. I should leave, I have work to do." This time she turned her back to Alistair, gripping the door handle. "You should rest. You look tired."
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