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 Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 1:16 am
As she walked home, she could hear the growls of many animals around her; all were wary of her presence. She sighed heavily. Even though she could understand their way of thinking, it got old fast. Thankfully, today Cyra was able to get home without incident. Shutting the door behind her, she plopped down onto her bed. Why did he have to show up? This world's better off without me… she thought sadly to herself, curling up into a fetal position. It's better for him to be at the Elven village than to be around me. I bring nothing but trouble to those around me.
A tear formed in the corner of her eye, and she hastily wiped it away. She began to hum a tune without a specific melody; one of her first few friends had sung a lovely song to her once. He was forced to leave her, however, and she still thought fondly of her friend. "Ego requiro vos… meus carus amicus." Cyra whispered to herself, letting the silent tears stain her pillow.
[[sad post for Cyra! And… I'll try and figure out something to get her into the village :/ ]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 8:31 pm
 Tolire smiled softly and placed a hand on Roberts brow. Her slender fingers smoothed his frown of panic. "Be calm, Robert. The elder will know what to do. He is wise and knows more than anyone else of the village. He will know how to get you home, or know where to send you to find out how," she cooed softly. Taking the hand that gripped her arm, she moved it so that they held hands, a much less threatening gesture to be seen walking with. "Stay close hutana Robert. My people are protectors of life. If you show them no reason to harm, they will not confront us."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:16 pm
 Robert looks at her with a small blush and nods, as they walk Robert looks around a bit more "Don't you think it's weird that these people don't know me and were holding hands? Wouldn't it seem a little off? I'm sorry it's just I am a little nervous as yes he may understand but if there truly is no way back well then....yea."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 10:56 pm
"Not really, there are many that come and go among our people. And this is but a friendly contact, not something to be seen as scandalous," she whispered as she pulled him further up the main stairwell. They soon reached the first set of large branches where the main stairwell forked off and began to wind amongst the many pathways and platforms of the tree. They were still several trees over and far lower than where the elders' home rested, but hers was a little closer.
Pointing to the next tree and up three levels, Tolire showed Robert their first destination. Her fathers house. It was a little larger than those clustered around it, but it could be easily spotted and stayed relatively close to the rest of the main walkways.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 3:41 pm
Once the two reach their destination Robert looks at the door leading into the tree and then looks at Tolire "Nice place..It looks like it took a lot of work and a steady hand to make such detail. Alright lets go in." Robert says as he reaches for his extra pair of gloves as his ones he has now are dirty. Putting his dirty ones away he looks for the others realizing he dropped them into the waterfall when he went to save Cyra and sighs a bit "Crap I dropped something back at the waterfall...it's probably gone by now." Robert says as the gloves safely in a protective bag float down the river to the bank bed of Cyra's house.
((There ya go Saia, a way to get her to come and see our characters. You MUST return the gloves. I only say must because my character looks a little off without them.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 3:05 am
Letting the last of her tears trickle down her cheeks, she buried her face into the pillow, wiping away the droplets. Swinging her feet back over the bed, she headed out to the stream right outside her small hut. Cupping her hands, she splashed the cool water upon her face, helping her to calm down. Wiping her face on her sleeve, she noticed something dark floating by in the stream. What is that? She wondered to herself, following it as it washed up on the riverbank. Picking them up, she turned the gloves over, examining them gingerly. "Cuius?" she asked herself, looking at them from almost every possible angle. Feeling them over, an idea clicked in her head. It must be from Robert. He's not from this world, and these gloves aren't made from anything of this world. Cyra turned toward the village, only to stop. What will happen if I enter the village? I'm not exactly welcome there… but Robert needs these… does he? Shaking her head, she started back towards the house. I'll give these back to him some other time…
[[haha, not just yet! I'm gonna throw in some action next post, so get ready!]]
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 5:30 pm
Walking calmly into the open archway that lead to her father's home, Tolire looked about for her parent. Silence echoed among the smooth curved walls and the fabric padded furniture. It looked like a cottage, everything made from the tree, but without all the hunting trophies. Letting Roberts hand go, the elf wandered from one room to another.
"Dana? Dana lis Tolire. Dana ton miathii?" she called softly in her birdsong like voice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:29 am
Grasping the pair of gloves, Cyra walked back to her house. As she neared the hut, a brilliant flash erupted before her, causing her to close her eyes. When she reopened them, she could only look on in shock. Before her was a floating cross, glowing brightly. I have come as a warning to you. You are herby charged with treason against His Holiness to the highest degree. No trial will be granted to you. Someone will soon come to give you your punishment. Farewell. As soon as it gave it's message, it faded away to nothing, leaving Cyra to stare blankly. Wonder what that-- Before she could even finish her thought, a large explosion went off. Not a hundred feet from her tiny hut, a man in glowing armor appeared. "Cyra Aldack, the Lord of all good living things has reached the verdict that you must be punished." His voice boomed, but the contents of his little speech failed to reach her ears. What did reach her ears was something that left her in shock. "Father…" she whispered under her breath, recognizing his voice. Oh, how cruel the world truly was. Or perhaps it was Fate. Either way, it wasn't something she would take sitting on her bum.
"What are these so called charges against me? I have not sinned in the eyes of the holy Lord. Surely you must have the wrong-"
"Silent, you insolent wench! You dare question his Holiness' judgement? You shall pay dearly for that." Her father growled, brandishing a spear. Within the time it took for her to blink, he was brandishing it, charging and stabbing her neatly in the shoulder. The attack caused her to loose her footing, and she fell to the ground. She let out a pained cry, glaring at his helmet where his face should've been. "Of course you would never pass up the chance to kill your daughter…" She snarled at him, wishing her words alone could bite his head off. "So what made you wait until now? After all those years of taking your beatings, you finally come to finish me? Did you wait because the divine Lord hadn't reached your desired verdict? Or have you just been too afraid to kill your own brethren for real? If I am to be without a trial, at least give me the mercy of knowing what my sin is in the eyes of our Lord."
"Silence!" he cried, twisting his spear and eliciting another cry of pain from her. "You've apparently achieved the skill of angering your opponents. I suppose your filthy b***h of a mother taught you that after you were out of my divine care. If ordered by my most Gracious Lord, I will carry out my task, even if it means me eliminating my flesh and blood." He sighed, drawing himself up a bit to tower over her. "If you insist, I shall tell you what your sin is. It is of the highest degree. Cyra Aldack, your sin… is your existence."
"That'a a load of bull and you know it!" Cyra shot back, ripping the spear out of her when she got the chance. She cringed as the blood began to flow freely from the wound, but went on with her shouting match. "I'm not the one at fault; you and that woman I dare call my blood mother are! It's your fault I'm here in this world, existing! It was your sin of Lust that drove you to lay with her! Have you no decency? Shame on you, to lie to the Holy Lord in that way! I'm sorry to even be related to you." Cyra spat, rolling over and getting back to her feet. She sprinted back to her cabin, running inside to collect her few precious things before all hell broke loose. Well, all hell, heavenly style. She wiped her teary eyes on her sleeve, grabbing a rucksack and throwing things in. Now is definitely not the time to be crying. She could hear him chanting a holy prayer outside, and rushed to jump out her one window, having grabbed what she needed to survive minimally. Throwing her bag through, she scrambled through the tiny opening. Not one second after her foot left the window sill did her hut explode, causing splinters of wood and straw to go flying. She could feel the debris hit her, but she took no notice and grabbed her rucksack when she landed. Gravel and pebbles were sent flying as she dashed into the woods, trying to gain distance between her and her assassin. Where do I go? There's no one who will help me… Why are you running, dear? The voice was back, her sickly sweetness seeping back into her mind. I thought you said this world would be better without you… so why are you fighting so hard to save your life? Your father has come to grant you your wish… why not just let it happen? Cyra slowed her pace, her mind trying to think of a reason. She came up with none. Her feet stopped, and she stood still, her eyes devoid of any emotion. It's what I've always wished for.
Her body reacted like a rag doll as her father's spear pierced through her abdomen, her mind not registering the pain at first. Then she was dragged back to reality, where everything hurt and wanted to cause pain. Another agonized scream tore through the forest, causing birds to take to the skies.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:19 pm
Ace stands there silently and after a moment feels a pain in his stomach, the same place that Cyra was struck and looks in the direction of where it was coming from. Sometimes when an angel has a possession of someone else, that person can feel what they feel physically if it is great enough. Ace holds his gut for a second then lets go as he stays silent while thinking silently to himself "What the hell was that...and why did it come from where we just were?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 2:10 am
"Dana nis ithly," Tolire called back to Robert as she continued to search the house. 'He must be at one of those horrible embassy meetings,' she thought to herself as she went into the pantry and grabbed a few bundles. While she was away Robert experienced his pain, and since he did not make any sound, Tolire knew not of his plight.
"Robert recithilii," she called as she rounded the corner. Then she lightly tossed the bundle of food towards him. Opening her own bundle, the elf took a bite of dried fruit before motioning him to come closer into the main room. She sat on the floor by a window, laying the bundle out before her. Besides the slices of dried fruit, a paste held in a nut shell and several strips of meat were displayed. Lifting the strips of meat, dried and salted like jerky, she dipped them in the paste and took a bite. Her face lit up with pleasure as she ate.
"Robert, calimir sin fylar."
(If you are ever stuck on what the heck she's saying, just remember the important things I've translated are in my other thread. The learning Elvish one.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 2:02 pm
((Since Saia needs help I am gonna try and find a way.))
Robert catches the food and looks at it oddly. He sees Tolire eat it and sniffs it. Robert then walks up and touches her shoulder "Hey Can we go back to the waterfall? I dropped something important and I need to get it back. Also I feel like something is wrong." As he says this a big shadow flies over most likely from the dragon still looking for Robert as it uses it's senses to find him "Well....That is not good."
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 4:31 pm
She crumpled to the ground as the spear slid out of her body, coughing up blood. It wasn't long before she was lying in her own pool of blood, as it steadily poured from her body. She lay gasping for life as her father flicked the blood off of his weapon. Her body was racked in pain; it hurt just to breathe the short gasps she was now. Now look what your naïvety has done… the woman tsked, sounding like she was shaking her head at the girl. I guess I'm just gonna have to do this myself… Wait, NO! Cyra could only get that one last thought in before her conscious blacked out. She went still on the ground, unaware that her attacker was about to finish her off. "Goodbye, you abomination." He spat out, thrusting the spear downwards.
A hand shot out to stop it inches from its desired target, the person fighting to keep it from hitting. Blood dripped down to the ground from the cut, staining the ground. "You…" Her father growled as Cyra rose from the ground. The air swirled around her, and a soft growl escaped her lips. Clenched teeth revealed her canines growing into fangs, and her nails became claws. She threw the spear sideways, throwing her father's balance off as she gained a safe distance from him. Growling louder, she clutched her head in agony. With a pained screech, two wings ripped from her skull, spraying blood upon whatever happened to be within foot from her. At the same time, her wings appeared, both glowing with an unearthly light. Her left wing glowed red, then the feathers began to fall, revealing a bat-like wing underneath. Blood red eyes snapped open, glaring at the angel. With her expression, it was almost as if they were echoing the feral growl that she roared.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:05 pm
A small voice appeared in the back of Ace's mind, weakly whispering to him before it faded out as quickly as it came. "Help… me…"
She charged him, giving him almost no time to block her claws from his face. Pushing her off, he spun the spear menacingly. "So the demon in you comes out… that'll just make it easier for me to destroy you!" Her father cried, slashing at her rapidly. Cyra leaped backwards, avoiding the attacks save for a couple of cuts on her arms and cheeks. Crouching low, she pounced at her father again, claws outstretched and fangs bared. With another cry she slashed at his armor, the metal sizzling as her poison clashed with the holy enchantments inscribed into it. Rolling as she landed, she began to mutter something under breath. A black flame erupted from her palm in a great blaze. Holding her hand out, she shot it at him, a great blast of fire charging right at him and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Growling softly, she crept closer to the fire, not paying any mind to the spreading fire or damage she had just caused.
She suddenly went back into a defensive crouch, narrowing her eyes. From within the biggest part of the blaze, a blue bubble could be seen with the fuzzy outline of her father within it. Jumping out, he slashed at her, inflicting a deep wound on her shoulder. Crying out in pain, she twisted away, only to receive a fist to her gut. Coughing blood, she staggered, leaning heavily against a nearby tree. This left herself open to another stab, this time to her chest. The attack pinned her to the tree behind her, and she gave another pained cry mostly due to the holy spells within the blade. "I shall end this." Her father stated stonily, leaning in close to her slumped form. Removing a dagger from his hip, he flipped it and thrust downwards to her heart.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:30 pm
Robert had received the message and for some reason left Tolire behind as he bolted out the door only taking the pieces of his Sniper and putting them together as he sprints across the village as everybody stops to take a look at the man with the weird device. Ace soon at the outskirts of the village sees a smoke coming from the direction of the waterfall and on the nearby hill looking through his sniper scope starts looking for something. Ace runs a bit further down the hill and near the edge of the waterfall takes another look and spots a demonic looking creature appearing to fight with a glowing man. The creature was soon pinned on a tree and Ace with his scope over the creatures face recognizes the girl from before "...Cyra?" Robert asks to himself and then puts his scope onto the mans chest as he is now sure it was in fact Cyra, With one breath he takes the shot with a load echo booming through the area and as fast as the man had pulled out his knife was when the bullet struck his body going straight through and into the ground just passing through the armor like paper. Robert looks through his scope knowing he had made the shot and readies to take another shot if needed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 11:00 pm
Tolire bolted after Robert as he fled the house, her food abandoned on the floor. Why had he left so quickly, she thought once she reached the railings. His face looked panicked and worried and he left his pack behind, save the metallic device he had hidden away before. Thankfully he had not taken off the cloak so the elves that parted as he passed looked on with mild curiosity instead of hostility.
The elf cursed as he made it to the bottom of the tree and was now making his way to their burial grounds at full sprint. Leaping out from her perch, she grasped one of the many long vines and used it to rope along the middle ground just below the canopy. A few well placed swings and a couple jumps along the branches and she spotted him again atop one of their oldest burial mounds. He held his device level with his eyes.
Dropping down to ground level, the elf walked slowly towards Ace, stopping at the base of the incline. Raising her gaze, Tolire said a few soft words in respect of her ancestors, but came no further to the sniper.
"Robert, sil mort con anii."
Her breath let out in a gasp as a resounding boom blasted from where Ace stood. At first she thought that he had been hit by something, maybe the dragon that had flown buy earlier. Then she saw with her sharp eyes a small wisp of smoke curl up from the barrel of his gun and she knew that it was the cause. And here she had thought it a fancy stick before. Maybe a stick that made thunder.
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