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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:42 pm
Rhys followed Amelia close behind, thinking quickly. Those wounds... I doubt they were caused by magic. They just don't fit the description of a magical attack. Rei had to have done something with a weapon, and the most likely guess is Amelia's spear. If what Amelia says backs up my thoughts... maybe we don't HAVE to fight after all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:43 pm
"That's enough" Ephraim wasn't planning on butting in but once he noticed NoMetal move his hand to his sword, the noble couldn't help but jump in. He walked forward, giving NoMetal a 'relax' gesture as to not to do anything rash. He approached the person they called 'Arya' and placed his hand over her hand, lowering it as well as the blade. "What everyone here says is true, we do not plan on killing Tibarn, but we need all the help that we can get to return everyone to their normal state, including your husband" Ephraim mentioned, now granted, the noble didn't know Tibarn all that well since he had only seen him wandering around bt never had an actual conversation with this, Hawk King.
((If I'm going to get attacked let me know XD! Also, I'm at work, hence why i'm not not on the blast chat ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:49 pm
Amelia leaned against the wall in a room near the kitchen about a minute later. She wanted to be close enough to get over there if things got even sourer, but if she stayed in here, at least she and Rhys could get some semblance of privacy.
"You were asking, um, how the fight ended, right?" Amelia asked. She brushed hair off of her face to have an excuse to turn her eyes away from him. Once again, she felt like a moron, but she told him anyway. "Well, I think... you had gotten off of those tentacles, and then suddenly... I think I heard Ashera. It couldn't have been Latona or St. Elimine. And I felt stronger, and better, and faster, and... I was winning for a while. I was, I really was. But then he was acting like himself, and I fell for his bait. I thought I'd managed to knock the stupid out of him, but then before I could do anything, I was restrained, and he grabbed my weapon, and..." Amelia shuddered, trailed off, and put a hand against her sternum, where the two slashes connected. "...You kind of saw what happened afterward."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:53 pm
(Ephraim? You're getting attacked. XD)
People freezing? That was completely understandable- a woman on the verge of insane with irrationality and raw emotion had a sword drawn and ready to strike. Ayra ignored Ed as she moved out of the room, since that seemed to be a rational thing to do, too. Generally, though, one didn't get close to an area between two people that was almost crackling with tension... and only the most irrational of individuals would dare introduce a new threat into this already volatile mix. Though most of the others trusted their gut instincts and knew when to stay out, and saying their advice from there, two of them stood forward and did the worst thing possible.
Nometal and Chad alike had their hands on their blades- a sign of impending aggression on two sides. Two people, ready to strike if she did something further than what she threatened to do. All that registered in Ayra's mind was the likelihood that she could take one out before the other decided to run her through. A flash in a battle veteran's mind, and she calculated the best form of defense in case they struck at once.
A glare was quickly exchanged- a fierce expression towards both Chad and Nometal at the sheer audacity it took for them to try to passive aggressively coerce her into a more peaceful, stereotypical woman's frame of mind. She wondered for less than a second with a mental scoff whether they believed she even had a submissive frame of mind to revert to, had she not the spine to face them directly. An already aggressive psyche had just been chafed. She barely heard Aran's words of advice- in fact, had it not been for Victoria's soothing voice, she would barely have heard anything at all through the haze of red that clouded her mind and rendered her almost incapable of rational reasoning.
"A venom. You call this a venom? Then let it work its course, let it purge itself!" Hissing towards the bishop and yet keeping her sword perfectly still, Ayra did not turn her head towards Victoria. "You know how high he flies. To shoot him, to fell him, to render him unconscious with magic... he'll fall from the sky. Do you understand?! Whether you mean to or not, he will die! A bird that cannot fly is as good as dead, in his eyes!"
To Melethia, she narrowed her eyes.
"I blame the darkness you could not control. The beast you couldn't leash could well destroy my husband. If you truly know who you're dealing with, then--"
However, Nometal's brazen challenge to her made her go the next step- from the psyche of an enraged bull to that of a shrieking dragon guarding its hoard, Ayra turned sharply away from Melethia and turned her eyes to Nometal, glaring and now on the verge of slitting his throat where he stood. She felt frustrated, she felt a pent up rage now boiling over inside her, and a chance to slice this foolish man apart limb from limb would certainly make her feel a whole lot better.
"Do not dare accuse me of trying to kill him! Don't even dare suggest it, craven fool!" Though she aimed a quick blow aimed to take off his hand, Ephraim's hand stopped her hand just at the right moment to prevent her from making the full blow- rather, all that she left on Nometal was a shallow, glancing blow on his hand- a cut that would hurt, one that would bleed but not enough to sever any tendons. Whipping around to aim an elbow at the prince's face- she didn't know who had touched her, but her warrior instinct took it as an attack- she nevertheless ran forward to grab Nometal by his collar.
Feeling the material bunch up between her clenched fist, she cut his sword from him with a quick twitch of her blade and dared him to move.
"Do it again, and I will kill you where you stand. Do not dare accuse me of being traitorous to my own husband!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:57 pm
Rhys listened intently. As she'd finished, he wasn't quite sure how to feel. Part of him felt a bit scared that she could have honestly died, while another part of him felt happy that a goddess was on their side.
But in the end...
"We didn't know what was going on, Amelia," Rhys said reassuringly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "None of us did. Don't blame yourself for believing his actions. If anything... I think it may help us. If what you say is true, then Rei could have..." he trailed off, not exactly wanting to finish that statement. "But the important thing is, he didn't do it. Somehow, he refused. Maybe it was out of his own free will, or maybe he showed mercy because his subconscious forced him to do so, but... Amelia, by believing in his ruse, you've shown that our friends are still in their bodies, somewhere. And if they can't kill us... maybe we don't have to fight them. Maybe all we REALLY need to do... is persuade them."
Now it was Rhys' turn to avert Amelia's gaze. "In truth... I'm not sure it'll work. If I'm wrong, or if their normal selves feel like they can't be forgiven, then maybe my idea's no good. Do-do you think I might be onto something?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:58 pm
"I never said you were being traitorous to him. All I said was that we were trying to purge him, yet what you did ensured this." Stepping closer, Nometal then lowered his hand. "If you want to kill me, and I can see your rage, then do so.It will be better, and I don't really help anyways...it would do so to get rid of that rage. It leads to mistakes in warriors. The rage consuming them, then the mistakes."
(Yay someone actually got the name right. Yet I am doomed. o.o)
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:03 pm
"I know my darkside well enough because I WAS her!" Melethia yelled, "This is not a venom that you can let it run through the course. The more its in the system...the more corrupt the person will be. It will also be harder to get rid of in one shot if you let the time pass. Trust me. We are doing to get Tibarn back and alive. I can promise you that."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:05 pm
Amelia's body tensed up as she waited out Rhys' silence. Had she said something wrong? She had given him some sort of news that had made conditions worse? Amelia was about to ask what was wrong before his hand went to her shoulders, and then her form relaxed a little, eyes going to his face.
She listened silently as he spoke, face a little pale still from thinking about what had happened. Then he reached the end of his explanation, and color returned to her skin. "...Maybe we don't have to fight them. Maybe all we REALLY need to do... is persuade them."
Amelia thought about that. "It would mean no fighting... and at the very least, it could be used as distraction while someone clonks them over the head..." She put a hand to Rhys' face and turned his head gently to meet his eyes with hers again. "I think you are."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:15 pm
"I am? Oh, good, because... I mean, fighting Rei, Nils, AND Super Kill Guy didn't sit well in my mind," Rhys said, smiling. "I know a thing or two about crazy, and the notion of knocking out Tibarn alone, well, made me look sane by comparison."
He turned his head back to the kitchen.
"Should we... go back out there, or wait until the punches have stopped being thrown?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:25 pm
((How'd I see that one coming LOL! XD ))
The impact knocked the noble a couple steps back, but not enough to throw him to the ground. To be honest, it hit him straight in the cheek, possibly broke a bone or two but judging from how sore his cheek now was and from he taste of his own blood dripping down the side of his lips, it damaged him a fair amount. He stretched his jaw, making sure it wasn't dislocated and rubbed his cheek, it stung a little and from he corner of his eye, he could see it was turning to be a fairly dark purple shade.
"I guess I deserved that" He commented, after all, he did just try to stop her while she was about to attack and that was never a good thing. "Never the less, hear us out. Right now, this solves nothing. What we are doing now isn't helping us and it sure doesn't help those who NEED our help. As we said before, none of us are going to kill Tibarn." It hurt to talk but Ephraim had no complaints. He had it coming and he knew it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:27 pm
"Ephraim I will try and handle this. Even if it will lead to my death I will not back down. This cut on my hand caused by her blade? It hurts yes, and should be healed, yet I will not. This is a sign of me being this way. So if you want to do anything else Ayra, do it on me, for I will take the hit and do nothing about it. We want to help Tibarn. This won't be able to work if we all die before we get that chance."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:31 pm
At Nometal's words, Ayra released him for a moment- her trembling had become overbearing. She couldn't stay still. She couldn't hold the tremors in any longer. His words had had an impact on her- truly a strong one- and that couldn't be denied. It was only proper that she would show him how she truly felt about his words...
She laughed.
Her bitter, barking laughter shook her entire form, and only that eerily feral grin showed that the laugh was not at all lighthearted. No, it was a condescending, horrendous laugh that said more than well enough how little she thought of his words. As if to punctuate this, she raised her sword to his throat again, letting it still shake slightly to let its razor edge kiss his neck shallowly again and again. Like a succubus's lipstick, the evidence of the deadly touches dripped down in the form of blood from the small cuts on his neck.
"Pretty words, but no substance. Nothing could make me regret slitting your throat right now. Don't think so highly of yourself, fool. Nothing makes me regret more than Barhara. Slitting your throat would be a drop in the bucket. Another head my sword has sent rolling." If he looked in her eyes now, he'd see nothing that even hinted at sympathy. Nothing that hinted that she was thinking at all of the consequences with a hint of regret or remorse, let alone hesitance. Just the eyes of a woman that, for all other purposes, saw him as a cut of meat on the proverbial block, ready to be sheared in two at any time.
"And what exactly did I ensure? The life of my husband? The prevention of his death?" Trailing the blade down the side of his neck and pushing slightly harder, she felt the flesh beneath the steel give ever so slightly with the biting edge of the razor-sharp tool. That's all a blade was- a tool that made delivering Death's final scythe just a little bit easier. A tool that, when in the wrong hands, would steal a man's soul before Death was even aware of their impending end. In the right hands, a tool of proverbial justice.
In the hands of a disillusioned woman, a spike meant to be driven into men's throats until they saw reason.
Moving her sword away to make it look as if she had ceased her bloodthirsty mood, she smiled sweetly at him for just a moment before slamming her head against his.
If that didn't knock him out, nothing would.
Though her head rang for a moment, she knew she would be fine- Tibarn wasn't always exactly what one would call 'gentle' even with the headboard interrupting things. She dealt with that more than often enough. And Nometal's head wouldn't come close to that realm of discomfort. She barely felt it after a few moments, and turned back to Melethia after she had felt its effects wear off.
"I'll keep that promise in mind. Best not forget it, Melethia- you will be the first I come after if that promise is broken!" Ending this last promise with a run of her blade against her own palm, Ayra hissed at the pain but made its meaning clear- she was sealing the promise with her own blood. By the pain, she would etch into her own flesh a reminder of the promise made and the pain she would give to its maker if it was broken.
Staring offhandedly at Ephraim with the blood still streaking down her palm, she scoffed for a moment.
"Fine. Make it fast. I haven't heard a single good word out of any of you yet."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:35 pm
"ugh...this hurts. Yet I will take it, and do nothing like I said." Walking back a bit, then moving over and slumping against a wall. "Just...forget about me for a bit...I'll be fine."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:39 pm
((Wow, that's a little hard to respond to and I sense a stab in the gutter later XD! ))
The noble gave a polite nod "Maybe not a good one but its something. Standing here doing nothing besides argue with one another is no better then having us single handily taken out and turned into one of 'them'" He began, wiping the blood off with his thumb. "We've already said that we'll do it." Having nothing else to say, Ephraim sighed and raised his arms in surrender as to expect some sort of next attack on him. "I really have nothing else to say now that you've cooled off a bit, so if you'll excuse me" giving a tone that he obviously wasn't going to get on this woman's good side. He backed off against the wall and headed toward the door.
((You try making a reply to that! Its hard! xP!!!! ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:46 pm
Arashe walked down the stairs, surprised the conflict hadn't ended in a bloodbath. The clod from the night before had almost killed himself. Insinuating that a wife kill her husband? Preposterous. But, the man had been spared, after the woman had had her fun with his life.
As he reached the floor, he pulled his bow out, holding it in his right hand. "Astonishing display, swordswoman. I simply must have the name of a person of your caliber. I am Arashe Nyilas of House Jungby of Jugdral."
Turning to NoMetal, he laughed, pointing a mocking finger at him. "Blasted fool! You said the woman would kill her own husband, a fearsome warrior taken by the darkness! If you didn't expect her to get mad, then you must have been expecting to die! And 'doing nothing' will do nothing but make you bleed to death like a bloody twit!" Arashe clenched his hand into a fist, walking over to NoMetal. "And being a martyr?" He smirked. "What's the point in that? She's one of the good guys! There'd be no point in dying because you angered an ally."
Arashe stood face-to-face with the man, glaring at his small wound, a conceited smirk on his face. "You act like a small cut would kill you. If you want to die..." Arashe punched the wall next to the man's head, slowly pulling the fist away. "...go fight her husband yourself."
Walking back to Ayra, he ran a hand through his hair, clutching Ichival with the other. "Well, don't staves have the power to transport people? We could incapacitate him, and then use a staff to safely get him to the ground."
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