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 Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 10:30 pm
There was the splintered branches and stalks of bushes and greenery leading towards Ronan's body, the smell of blood now tingling with the smell of burning brush and demon smoke, but it was a clear trail nonetheless. As Eiry struggled to get himself floating, he would grit his teeth, force himself up with his arms, wobble, and then fall back down upon the earth to drag the rest of his body. His wings wouldn't spark back to life and unfurl without something, without any nutrition. Desperately, as they moved through the brush, Eiry tried to glean whatever energy he could get from the newly killed branches, but they weren't nearly enough to restock his energy. He would need to devour a couple trees at that point, and even then, it wouldn't heal his spirit. The ghost sigel blinked, the heavy tears of his grief painting his face and further smearing the dirt and blood that had dried there from earlier. He swallowed, ignoring the fact that his brother was following him after displaying his broken heart and emotion for his Zul. The sound of him calling out for his beloved only made the wounds deeper, and when he glanced just barely from the side of his gaze to watch him, he realized that, he too, was ignoring him. His brother was beginning to enforce his earlier established conclusion. Eiry didn't exist to him. He wasn't sure if he ever would again after this.
Still, Ronan had put his life on the line and Dr. Kyou was still out there. If they could find him, then perhaps this would all end. Managing to locate the selkie after his whimpered words, the ghost raevan's adrenaline picked up again and he lifted just a foot or two from the ground, just enough to see the man broken and crumbled against a tree, with blood gushing from his wounds.
Immediately, Eiry's skin went cold, and his face went paper pale at the sight, making him freeze again where he was. That familiar fear crept back into him from his gut, and he began to feel nauseous, his thoughts dangerously treading towards those problems of existence and life, but he swallowed it down as much as he could. Ronan was in trouble. Still moving forward, he collapsed near Ronan, fought back the nauseous lurch in his stomach, and tried not to look at the blood as he took off his backpack and began desperately searching through it for supplies. Eiry would have to face this fear of blood of his for the selkie. He had forgotten about the supplies within, too panicked before to make his ends meet. Taking out his book of poetry of A.E. Housman in order to reach his first aid kit, he began working to try and cover Ronan's wounds. Thank goodness he had spent so much time in the liibrary. The experience offered him a close encounter with several medical books and war accounts which had taught him the basics of first aid training and combat medical practices. After wiping them clean, he butterfly stitched the wounds on Ronan's forehead together with tape, just enough to hold them closed, and then taped cotton cloth onto them. He did the same for the open gash on Ronan's arm, though the sigel had a much harder time wiping the gushing blood from it. He had to pause a couple times, hold his fist to his mouth as if to keep in the rising bile, before he was able to continue. He cleaned, butterfly stitched, and wrapped that up as well with snug compression to keep the blood from gushing out. The impromtu nurse wasn't done yet, though. He found some strong broken branches around Ronan's body and used those to tape them to his swelling wrist, and force the man's wrist straight, adding comfortable compression. Hopefully, that would be enough to keep the man together. With his hands trembling so hard that he could hardly open up the cap of a bottle, Eiry held out a bottle of water and some pain pills for Ronan to ingest.
"H-h-here, Ronan, take these. They should help with the pain...Do you think you can wal--," he muttered miserably, before his shoulders suddenly lurched again. Stuffing the items into his good hand, Eiry slapped his hands to his mouth before he fumbled away from the man to throw up into the nearby bushes, overwhelmed by his persistent intolerance of blood. He threw up dirt and roots and curled up leaves, the unfortunate side effect of having a leaf as one's essence.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 8:23 am
Rivener found Ronan first but couldn't do much for those wounds. He was so much worse than the Scorpion could have guessed, and Riv had to wonder if Ronan would be able to continue the search. He should really be heading back for medical assistance, they should fire a flare... But Eiry lurched forward to start binding limbs. Rivener watched him, frowning. If that was a trick of the forest, why was it helping Ronan? Why did it look so bloody and wounded? It was a convincing act, Rivener would admit.
...But what if it WAS real?
Over and over the questions swirled in his head. And if that was real, then... He looked behind at the icy-molten rock laying in the clearing not far away. Tears stung his eye and he set his jaw. If that was real, if there was a tiny chance that it was all real, then that was all that was left of Zul. Rivener floated back while the other tended to Ronan's injuries, and ignoring the pain to his already-burned hands, Riv picked up the rock and brought it with him. He wouldn't abandon his heart's mate, even if there was only a shred left. The Scorpion returned just in time to see Eiry run to the bushes to retch. Riv frowned at him and turned his attention to Ronan. "You're badly hurt, should we fire a flare for you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 1:39 pm
Ronan was only partially aware as Eiry treated his wounds, the pain coming to him in waves, but he managed to come back to himself with the offer of water and pain pills. "Thank you," he said, giving a weak smile. There was a long moment where he looked over to Eiry as he was sick. The raevan could barely stomach the sight of the injuries, and yet he had still helped him. Using his good arm Ronan dropped some of the pills into his mouth and took a long drink of water, being a careful to not move his abdomen too much. Hopefully these wouldn't take to long to kick in.
There was a tightening of his lips when he saw Rivener return with the lava ice rock in his hands, lessened only somewhat by him no longer ignoring Eiry. He shook his head a moment later when asked if a flare should be sent up on his behalf.
"No. Not yet at least. My legs are fine so I should be able to walk still." Ronan stopped, making sure Eiry could hear him and giving a hard look to Rivener, voice going low. "And there is no way I am leaving you two alone after the crap you just pulled. What the hell was that?!" ...okay, maybe he shouldn't have spoken that loudly. Another pause was taken as Ronan waited for the pain in his abdomen to subside, still glaring at Rivener. "You argued over personal issues while your lives were in danger, and you - " a finger was jabbed at Rivener, "Left Eiry to die because of it. I'm not going to even pretend to understand the issues between you two, but that was not the time or place to go over it. You could have gotten yourselves killed." He took a hard breath out. "And you almost did."
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 6:50 pm
The tension was palatable as Ronan spoke to Rivener, his words seeming to stretch and linger in the air. It was like that with all the harsh words they'd spoken, like the jungle was keeping it, suspending it all in the humidity. Tempers flared against each other, and if it continued, what chance did they have in this place? Already they were injured and split. Already they'd let Axel and Isobel slip away.
They were stuck together in a space that seemed bent on tearing them apart.
There was a quiet hissing in the close distance. A howl in the treetops above. Rustling in the bushes. More wasps? Another predator? They were sitting prey as they were, after all.
A decision needed to be made, and quickly. Leave for home, or dig deeper into the jungle for Kyou. Staying here long would bring nothing good.
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 10:59 pm
Wiping his mouth with visibly trembling hands as he finished heaving his stomach, the ghost sigel debated for several long moments whether or not he should turn around or just crawl into the woods to hide. He could feel the tension behind his back, the coldness from his brother, especially now that he carried again that lava rock. It stood as a symbol of their divide, really, and for Rivener, while it was an assurance, for Eiry, it was a barrier, a weapon. But Ronan was speaking up from where he was slowly picking himself back together again from against the tree. He was fine, it seemed, but...Good lord, was he reprimanding Rivener?! Eiry turned, using his shaking fingers to push up his twisted red rimmed glasses, as he focused in on Ronan, who was lifting his voice loud for the two raevans to hear. He was reprimanding both of them. Again, reminded by Rivener's shove as he pushed him towards the demon, Eiry felt the tears well up in his eyes, and he quickly started wiping away at them, lifting himself up as much as he could from the forest floor so he could join the conversation. He had to be brave now. Isi wasn't there to defend him, as he was wont to do, and Rivener wouldn't be defending him either, not after hearing his awful truth. Eiry would have to stand for himself.
The ghost sigel had to take a couple tries to force the stammering words through his throat. "I didn't mean to c-cause such a d-diversion," he said, hoping he could at least speak his piece, "The baphomet, no matter our actions, struck a strong pursuit and I...I broke my vow of silence, hoping that such a c-confession would appease him, since he pressed me so f-for answers. It was a terrible time to do so, but I felt it was worth a try in order to save our lives." Clenching his fists hard now, his shoulders pinched up to his pointed ears, Eiry continued, hoping to finally deliver some more hopefully pertinent information. "Others in the forest have made such sacrifices. I traveled with Revontulet, Doucette, Alex, and...Zul...before we were separated. We were attacked by monsters of every horrid stripe, like giant spiders and insects, and eventually, the storm set in and...Blood rained down from the leaves, and I panicked. Alex and Zul both worked to wash it off, but in the chaos, a lightning bolt struck a nearby tree and Alex fell from its branches, snapping her ankle. Zul ordered a retreat, and I tried to follow them out, but I became lost! I heard you...And here I am. But...The point of my story is that, there are many who suffer such as we, and many are turning their backs on the good doctor. We shan't abandon the reason we came in here...If we can walk, I believe we must move forward, at least to help the others who are also wounded and frightened. Numbers will aid us now that our strength is dwindling, and the forest around us grows darker. W-We need to move." As if to reinforce that statement, the strange sounds of the forest began to buzz around them, the howls in the distance, and the hisses and growls.
Hoping that it would be enough to answer questions, settle things, and perhaps get them rolling again, Eiry hung his wispy blood stained hair and hoped for the best. Returning to his backpack, Eiry repacked his book and other items, but stopped halfway through, noticing that Rivener's hands still sported untended for wounds from the burning of the stone. Gulping, but still feeling for his sibling, Eiry focused for a long couple moments on his spluttering wings, which were still nothing more than candle lights on his back. With grit teeth and a stretch of his shoulders he managed to make them snap out a bit into little wings, tiny hand sized things, and immediately Eiry felt that drain in his energy, his rune dampening. He needed them to help him move around. Floating up a bit, but not daring to look at Rivener in the face, Eiry offered out the bandages and salve, ready to help bind him while Ronan tended to himself.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 8:40 am
Rivener let out a sigh of relief that Ronan was well enough to walk. He offered the very beginnings of a small smile but that died quickly as Ronan began barking at him. The concerned warmth in the Scorpion's red eyes dwindled until it was two cold rubies staring out at the human. His jaw set. His cheeks reddened but it might be from rage more so than humiliation, though there was a good amount of that too. He would have stared in silence a while longer had Eiry not piped up with a shaky explanation.
Rivener remained silent a while longer after his brother finished speaking, still staring coldly at Ronan. Bandages and salves were offered and the Sigel took them absently, eyes flicking that way only a moment.
"You're right," he began stiffly. "That was not the moment for argument but it happened. And you were hurt because of it, so I apologize. But you said before that you heard your family calling for you. You left them. You claimed it was all an illusion, nothing more, and left them. What if they weren't an illusion? This forest tries to destroy us. The things that demon and Eiry said to one another, they tried to destroyed me. Isn't it logical then to assume they were lies too? I did the best I could at the time. I did the best I could through the shock. Let's keep moving."
He didn't want to waste any more time trying to explain himself to either of these people. So, trying to wrap bandages around his wounds while still holding the stone, Rivener began pushing through into the woods. Because as hurt as he was, as hurt as they ALL were, it just wasn't in Rivener's nature to suggest they stop. Kyou would need them, and Rivener would NOT fail to save someone again. He'd done it enough times already in this god-forsaken trek.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 12:50 pm
Ronan's jaw clenched further as Rivener spoke, a deep hurt coming into his eyes at the mention of his family. Seemed he hadn't done enough explaining earlier. Time to change that.
Breathing harshly the selkie stood and stared his companion, unable to speak for a moment through the thickness of his voice but eventually getting it out. "You do remember that not everyone in gaia who looks human is human, right? Remember those seal skins on the trees? Those flayed, butchered, skins I took down and laid to rest while you dismissed me? That was my family." He began to walk jerkily with the group. "And I did that because I knew there might still be a chance. The voices were cruel and had no reason to be there, so the illusion was what I went to. I admit now that trying to deny Zul's was selfishness on my part, hoping that my family might not be dead, and I apologize for that." At this point his good hand clenched into a fist. He might regret this next part, but he was too angry and too tired to care.
"You say 'what if they weren't an illusion?' You say and admit this yourself. Then by your own logic, if there was any chance, any chance at all that Eiry was actually real, you should have been putting your a** on the line to save him. But you didn't. You'd rather let him die than admit what he said was true."
He looked straight on ahead as they went forward, not even caring if he might get punched. "It's one thing to hope someone might not be dead. If it is true, nothing we can do can change it. That's how it is. But it's quite another to deny life. That is fully your own choice."
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 4:52 pm
As the group continues further into the jungle, frustrations and hurt wearing all of their patience thin. The heavy brush of the jungle makes it hard to see where they are going, but at least it provides some sort of distraction from the weighty personal problems that have torn the group apart.
The rock in Rivener's hand is unbearable to hold for very long, the alternate temperatures doing heavy damage to his fingers. It would be well for him to put it in his backpack, or at least to wrap it up -- his body will force him to drop it before long, if he doesn't. The burns on one side of his palm are throbbing more and more, begging him to do so, and his fingers are quite nearly frostbitten.
It is slow going for Ronan, whose ribs protest whenever his breath hitches, and whose wrist is trying its hardest to swell within its casing. The blood from all his scratches mixes with sweat and makes him itch terribly, but there is no relief from it -- scratch, and he may only draw more blood, starting the cycle anew.
The questions about the reality of the place linger in the air as they continue deeper, the light becoming darker as the rainclouds begin to form again. A quiet rumble of distant thunder heralds the coming of the storm. The silence stretches in the hike. The scent of rain mingles with the myriad odors in the jungle, and the stench of their own sweaty bodies.
A strange tingling begins in Eiry's arms as he brushes by a tree branch, the feeling of pins and needles, like a limb waking up. Surely it's nothing, right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 5:54 pm
All the more as their discussion continued, all the more drifting and boiling and wrenching between them, Eiry felt more and more like he wasn't included. Rivener was already talking as if Eiry wasn't even there, as if he had and still remained a part of the illusion, and he said nothing as he took the bandages and salve from Eiry's hands. Eiry had intended on helping him wrap up, but seeing that his good will had been ignored, Eiry didn't press the matter, even if his pointed ears could most definitely hear the pop and sizzle and hiss of Rivener's skin as he continued to hold onto that blasted rock. He finished packing up his backpack, slung it over his shoulders, letting it hang low as to allow his wings the room to sputter and cough their flames, and continued forward, making it a point to walk next to Ronan, should he need any help. "My arm," said Eiry in a quiet voice to Ronan, "You may lean upon it, should you feel t-too weak. I will help you walk, Ronan." But between he and Rivener, they still spoke and bit and threw volley at each other with loaded questions. They were busy arguing.
"P-Please, the both of you, I am right here," Eiry offered, in between their exchanges. He tried raising his voice, "I'm right here! D-do not speak of me as you've already determined my existence. Include me."
Ronan said something about seals, their skins in the trees, about them being family. Trying to piece it together, Eiry muttered beside him with widening eyes. "I don't mean to interrupt, but Ronan, you are not what you seem? Do you wear a different skin than what you were given?" It almost sounded like a strange horror story, some body swap thing, but Eiry remembered then, in the frantic haze of his still panicking mind, that it reminded him of a similar particular tale of bodies from the sea, trading their lives for legs. Eiry tried to use this information as a springboard into wonder, a much more preferable feeling than pain, guilt, and fear. "Like the tale by Hans Christian Anderson? Is that what you are? From another world?" It probably wasn't the best reply, considering that it was interjected in the middle of a brewing argument, but Eiry tried all the same, hoping that it would remind them to keep their level heads. Eiry would soon come to realize that it was a helpless cause, though, that he could say nothing to distract from Ronan's proposition. That would mean that he would have to do something then to prove his case. He did exist.
"Really now, we could put this whole discussion to rest if we can prove this. If I must cut my hand on a blade, despite my fear of blood, I will do it. Would that prove it to you?" he offered, feeling himself grow a little frustrated by this whole debate being founded upon whether or not he was real, when Eiry clearly knew the answer.
It was then that Eiry brushed against some bushes, his arm tingling dully in response from the light scratch of the branches and leaves. Furrowing his brows, he flexed his fingers, and then shook his hands, trying to force that feeling away. It felt like they had fallen asleep, snapping very slowly back to wakefulness. He hated that feeling. Eiry rubbed his hands together, attempting to massage them back to life.
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 7:57 am
Rivener bristled as Ronan continued to harp on the situation. He explained what his own problem had been, exactly, with those odd skins, and Riv just couldn't make sense of what the damned man WANTED from him. "What's happened has happened. Yelling at me about it changes nothing. Move on." Was he expecting a tearful apology? A regretful show of contrition towards Eiry? Would that make Ronan feel better? The truth of the matter was that everything that had just happened wasn't ABOUT him. It had nothing to DO with him. He'd been hurt in the process, and Rivener had apologized. That's all he was going to get. All the rest: the doubts of Eiry's reality, the fact they had risked their lives, the face-off with the baphomet, all the things Eiry had admitted to doing... All of that was between Eiry and Rivener. Ronan's butting in did nothing but make Rivener despise him.
So the Scorpion remained silent as they marched on, letting Eiry start asking ridiculous questions. The rock was burning Rivener's hands but he couldn't leave it behind... Then he had an idea and paused to get the canvas tent out of his backpack. A quick test revealed that though the rock was hot, it didn't make the canvas burst into flames immediately so Riv wrapped it up with that thick fabric and carried that under his arm, a large bundle of cloth with whatever was left of his love inside.
Eiry asked to prove his reality and Rivener scoffed. There was no way to do that. This jungle could make anything look real. "I don't care," Riv said, shrugging a shoulder. "Real or not, I'll keep you safe as though you are indeed real." He looked at the minty one then, and the cold distance in his gaze was the same as when he looked at Ronan. He despised them both. He still felt responsible for them and would protect them as well as he could, barring that emotional mistake earlier of pushing Eiry away, but that's as far as his attachment would go from now on. Eiry had betrayed him worse than anyone ever had, and Rivener was done with him.
He did notice Eiry rubbing his arm, though, and frowned. "What the matter with your arm?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 7:27 pm
Ronan smiled but shook his head at Eiry's offer for an arm. "Thank you, but I should be fine - " A tree root caught his foot, sending the selkie pitching forward and him just barely catching a branch to steady himself, his abdomen screaming out in pain from the strain. "O-on second thought," he said while righting himself and placing a hand on Eiry's arm, "I think I'll take you up on that offer."
When Eiry's next question came his way Ronan had to fight to keep himself from laughing, instead settling for a sigh and a smile. "I'm not a mermaid, no. I'm actually what you would call a selkie. Essentially, selkies are magic influenced seals who can remove their skin and become human." He had to take a moment to pause and orient himself. It felt so odd to be talking about this in the open. "I ended up on land as a teen and due to how things worked out I've remained a human ever since."
Even though the statement was not directed at him Ronan listened to Rivener saying that he would protect Eiry no matter what, part of him relaxing. "Good." His words may have alienated the raevan, and he still wondered if he had gone too far, but that confirmation was what he had been wanting. No one was going to be getting left behind on this trek, personal issues be damned.
He felt Eiry's arm move beneath his hand and he looked over, seeing the sigel massaging his hands. "Eiry? You alright there?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 11:47 pm
Strangely, in the next moment, Ronan's hand goes through Eiry's arm, shifting his weight and sending pain up his side at the sudden lack of support. To Eiry, it would feel much like going intangible, only without any strain on his magical capabilities. Like one second his arm was there, and the next second it was not -- not ghostly in outline or semi-transparent, but simply gone. The tingling feeling climbs up to his shoulder, going into overdrive as the arm disappears.
How strange. A real person wouldn't just start to disappear, now, would they?
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:20 am
"There's this tingling, it feels like my arm is falling asleep. I must be..."
Eiry blinked.
In literally, that breadth of time, everything changed. Eiry felt Ronan's arm knock against his torso in an impossible motion, which distracted Eiry's curious response about the selkie's nature. He had planned on telling him that he had read of these creatures before, that he hadn't thought them possible, when his doubt suddenly swiveled and focused on the situation at hand. He couldn't believe that Ronan had knocked against his side. How could that happen? His arm was right ther-...
Eiry couldn't blink this time, unable to tear his eyes away from the sudden absence of a limb he was all too used to seeing, remembered only by a dully tingling sensation. He wasn't sure if he could feel his arm anymore, if he could flex his fingers, if it was invisible or if it simply and entirely didn't exist anymore. Whatever the finer details, Eiry couldn't focus on them, because his arm was disappearing right before his very eyes. There was only one other time that this had happened to the raevan, and that was when he had grown from frei to sigel. He had vanished in his brother's arms, dropping out of existence for the moments that his body needed to evolve. He had come back though. But that, he understood, was a period of growth. This, on the other hand, was not such an event. This was not a backfiring of his powers. This was one of his greatest fears come true, the same fear that he had gripped onto when he dropped into his sigel stage, the same one that haunted him every night when he closed his eyes to sleep.
At first, it felt like his vocal chords had disappeared as well, and he couldn't scream. His mind had literally fallen apart at such a sight, his gut launching itself into writhing fear, contouring and tangling in his rib cage, choking his heart, and then twisting his face into an honest expression of horror. He tried lifting his arm, swinging it around, even when all that was left was the nub of his upper arm, rubbing the space in the air with his other hand as he tried to redirect the tingling or stop it, before he split his throat with a shriek. His other hand was fast disappearing as well.
"H-HELP!! Help!! Rivener!! Ronan! Make it stop!! MAKE IT STOP!!" he shrieked, shaking himself and his wild hair, his red glasses slipping off his face. They would have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Eiry's little necklace holding them around his neck, and they bounced off his chest as if with the tabor of his frantic heart. He spun his gaze between Ronan and Rivener, desperate for something, anything to make this terrible thing stop. He didn't want to disappear. He didn't want to be a dream, he didn't want to leave this nightmare, despite how much it hurt his heart to accept, but he did not want to leave! He existed...He was real! He was not just another fear of Rivener's, he was his own! Or was he a wish of Rivener's, set to come to life in this crazy forest? Eiry turned his red glazed gaze to the scorpion, "BROTHER, STOP IT!! STOP IT!! I'm here! Brother, please!! I can't stop it! This isn't me doing this!! This isn't ME! MAKE IT STOP! I exist...!! I EXIST!! I WON'T GO AWAY! I WON'T DISAPPEAR! COGNITO ERGO SUM, EGO SUM, EGO EXISTO...!!" Like a mantra, or a spell meant to anchor him in the present, the ghost raevan, now without arms, tried desperately to reassure his existence with something physical as well as his desperate reciting of Descartes. Without thinking, too riddled with fear as he felt that tingling creep ever closer towards the rest of his body, Eiry took his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard, sinking his teeth into the flesh to try and draw out his own blood to prove that it coursed within his veins. He let the blood dribble down his chin from the open wound in his lips now, glad that at least he couldn't see it, and he focused on the brightness of the pain as it filled his mouth with the taste of iron and pounding hurt. He dropped again into his mantra, his magic spell, stolen from the books of philosophy he had read to answer his fears when he was alone in the library thinking about troublesome big things, continuing as he tried to fight against the infection of nothingness spreading over his body.
"Sic autem rejicientes illa omnia...!! De quibus aliquo modo possumus dubitare! Ac etiam, falsa esse fingentes, facilè quidem, supponimus nullum esse Deum, nullum coelum, nulla corpora! Nosque etiam ipsos, non habere manus, nec pedes, nec denique ullum corpus, non autem ideò nos qui talia cogitamus nihil esse: repugnat enim ut putemus id quod cogitat eo ipso tempore quo cogitat non existere. Ac proinde haec cognitio, EGO COGITO, ERGO SUM, est omnium prima & certissima, quae cuilibet ordine philosophanti occurrat...!!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 8:39 am
Rivener's eyebrows rose as Eiry's arm disappeared. Eiry freaked out and began yelling for Riv to stop it, the Scorpion flinching as he was accused. "I'm not doing ANYTHING," he protested, throwing his free hand up, shaking his head. W-was this really because Riv was doubting Eiry's existance?
The minty Sigel started spouting latin and Riv blinked. Eiry bit his own lip so hard he was bleeding, and the young man really looked like he was losing his mind as he started reciting. They might have a rift between them and Rivener might despise his once-brother, but he didn't want him DEAD... They had to think quick.
Maybe blood WAS the answer. Riv unwrapped his clumsily-made bandage and held out his hand, squeezing his fist a moment to get himself bleeding again. "Eiry. EIRY! Listen, take some of my blood! Mix it with the blood on your lip, hopefully it will mix the same as yours once mixed with mine. Then you'll be real, right? You'll have part of something that can't fade away. Hurry!" It was the only thing the Scorpion could think of, and it was definitely a far-fetched idea.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 2:13 pm
Ronan wasn't prepared for the sudden lack of support.
As the arm disappeared the selkie listed to the side, his abdomen screaming out in pain and in desperate need of another anchor. He wasn't able to find one however, his hand scrabbling desperately without success and instead catching Eiry's glasses. The necklace keeping them around the raevan's neck broke easily under Ronan's weight and he went to the ground - and landed on his bad arm.
The world went white with pain, Ronan only vaguely aware of the glasses now clutched in his palm and a continuing chant of Latin. Eiry's arm had freaking disappeared, he needed help! Why did this have to happen to him now?! He needed to roll over, to get back up, to help the raevan, but he could hardly even keep his head together with how his arm and abdomen were screaming at him. God, his Navy mates would have given him so much s**t for being wiped out by this. An unreasonable assumption perhaps, but he was too angry at himself to care.
"Eiry...!"
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