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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:18 am
ChildOfTheMoon "Mercury whats wrong?" She asked distraughtly. "Yes I'm fine its weird though its an equal bond no one has the advantage." Mercury was somewhat surprised...perhaps her own reaction to the bonding had blocked out what Hawk had said..or she was unwilling to admit it.. "Mother...Wolf...he's...dead...didn't you sense it in your bond?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:26 am
Mercuryangel ChildOfTheMoon "Mercury whats wrong?" She asked distraughtly. "Yes I'm fine its weird though its an equal bond no one has the advantage." Mercury was somewhat surprised...perhaps her own reaction to the bonding had blocked out what Hawk had said..or she was unwilling to admit it.. "Mother...Wolf...he's...dead...didn't you sense it in your bond?"
"What? I have been masking the bond so long I didn't notice." She let the mask drop and felt the emptiness. She burst into tears. She had almost forgotten what it was like to lose a warder. This was why she had not bonded another for so long since her first died. The warders always die and leave you with so little will to live.
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ChildOfTheMoon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:43 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:44 am
ChildOfTheMoon Mercuryangel ChildOfTheMoon "Mercury whats wrong?" She asked distraughtly.
She trailed off, unable to think of anything else to say; she was about to say she could visit him in Tel'ar'an'hoid, but for some reason, he hadn't ended up there like other wolves. She had to think of something; she couldn't stand to see her dear friend cry like that.
"Wolf wouldn't want to see you so sad Mother...he'd rather you be happy..if he saw you like that he'd go after the source of your sadness...even if it was him..he'd do something stupid in the name of honor and make you smile again.."
That was a bad course of action; it made it sound like Wolf would kill himself...it made no sense...but for some reason, in a strange way, it seemed logical to her. She managed to stop the rest of her tears, until she was only sniffling. She channeled again and poured a cup of tea for Clarissa.
"Here...it'll help calm us down..perhaps...when the Tower is quiet..we can go visit him...together.."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:48 am
He felt a chill on his forearms as his aes sedai channeled again. He look at her, at least she have stop her crying. But now he is worried of the amyrlin as well. He wonder if he should alert her new warder about this.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:56 am
Having calmed down for the sake of helping Clarissa, she dried off her tears and forced herself to forget her tears, at least for the moment. In the moment of calm, she noticed that Hawk's bond was giving off a feeling of worry.
Seeing her own Gaidin there reminded her that since the Amyrlin had bonded one, he should have been able to feel her grief; besides, being reminded that she still had a Gaidin to protect her and to live for might snap her out of her grief quicker. So where was he? She also noticed Hawk trying to comfort her through the bond, and gratefully accepted it, staying in the welcome support of his arms.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:22 am
He switch back his attention to Merc. Inside the bond he senses that she is accepting his way of comforting her. He is rather a bit taller than her and she is leaning her head on his chest while his arms are wrapped around her. He look down at her face and watch her instantly. And at the same time comforting her continuesly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:33 am
Kederaji turned back to Alex, who was still standing there slack-jawed. "If you're done practicing, then show me what you've learned," the blademaster barked. Again, he was rough, but it was the only teaching method he knew.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:59 am
He realize that they have been standing for awhile and his aes sedai must be exhausted at this moment. He ask if she wanted to sit down, not waiting for her reply he walk towards the nearby couch and still supporting her, he lead her to the couch and sits besides her, hashing her quietly from her sobbing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:09 am
As she sat down, she picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup to drink. She idly swilled it around in the cup. Having stopped her tears for now, she waited to see if Clarissa needed any more help. The proffered teacup still remained floating in the air, and Mercury was starting to get worried.
"Mother? Are you alright?"
Mercury was well aware that Clarissa had been bonded to Wolf long before she ever had. She also knew how torn between their loyalties both of them had been; to her knowledge, Wolf had been the only Warder the Amyrlin had ever been able to rely on after she'd lost her first.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 12:50 pm
Hawk look at Clarissa's direction, the teacup is still floating on the air. Merc has now gain a bit of her stability. Hawk is wondering if Yurin is sensing whats happening to his aes sedai at the moment. He just met with the ashaman for a short breif when he arrived back to the tower. They havent met yet really, Hawk just heard rumors of an ashaman name Yurin and some aes sedais being entangled in healing Merc.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 1:30 pm
Lady_Illusion Faye totally misses that this stopped being a test of skill and started being a class-match. Because of that her thoughts ran towards her own frustration and weakness instead of his lesson. Her frustration begins to build as she realizes two things. One is that she?s not going to win, no matter how hard she tries. The other is that he?s just been toying with her this entire time. He could?ve won long ago, but he continued to let her try. She believes that his comments are just there to mock her, and that?s what she hears from his emotionless voice. ?This is useless?? As her strength begins to run down her frustration overrides her competitive spirit and she gives up.?Alright, Yurin! That?s enough?. I get it. You?re the strong one. The more skilled. You?re the Blademaster, not I.? Tears begin to form in her eyes as she throws her sword so that it lands at his feet.?I know you could?ve won so long ago. And I?m sick of your toying with me?..? He can see two tears fall before she turns and leaves. Leaving her sword, her companion from before she was even Aes Sedai, lying at his feet.
Empty. But where? He could feel the direction but, even with the closeness of their dual-bonding, he couldn't pipoint her location. That was impossible. Running, heedlessly, through the halls. He focused on the bond, taking turns only to push himself closer to his Aes Sedai. Never once stopping to think that he still held Fayela's naked blade in his hand. When he met a wall he went around it, locked door? he broke through. He could feel her nearness, his heart was pounding. So much pain, why? Blood and Bloody Ashes! Where was the woman!?
Running through the women's Halls in the Green's area was a good way to get attacked by the dozens of Gaidin that were bonded to the Sisters there, but Yurin didn't care. Let them try and stop him. A lone Asha'Man tearing pell-mell through the halls is bound to find attention, especially one that is armed and has the look of a hunter."Stop!" , "Wait!" , "Who-?" , "Hey!" The calls rang out from several throats as the cry went up that a madman Asha'Man was running through the Green's Quarters.
The ring of steel followed in his footsteps as Gaidin gave chase, thinking to protect Aes Sedai. To this Mog chuckled to himself, let them try and catch him. He increased his pace, feeling Clarissa achingly near. Suddenly, he felt the warning of breath across the hairs on his arms, inside sleeves, this could mean but one thing.
Yurin turned immediately to the right, diving into an open doorway, feeling something clip his heel. Seizing saidin, he looked at his right boot, the back part of his heel was crushed in. Someone had tried to knock him out with a blow from Air. Silly children. That was child's play. Didn't they know they were dealing with an Asha'Man? He had been trained by someone the Forsaken feared.
Grinning, he drew from the angreal at his side. He ran out of the doorway, balls of liquid Fire flying from the outstretched fingertips of his left hand as he continued on his path to the right. Screams and yells followed in his wake, followed immediately by the sounds of furniture and bodies hitting the floor as they avoided nothing. With this much saidin, it was amazing the Illusions one could create. He was gonna catch hell for this, he was sure, but he hadn't hurt anyone.
He had to get to her. The hopeless feelings of sorrow were threatening to wash away his very sense of self. It was as if she didn't want to live. He could feel the emptiness, the total loss. It was like she felt death, truly. Is this what it was like to die? Was this what he had to expect should he ever lose Clarissa? No wonder Warders were so deadly, they were fighting for someone else and themselves.
Ahead, there! That door! She was behind that door! A wide-eyed Accepted flattened herself against the wall as he passed, slamming full bore into the door. It creaked as he threw his full weight into it, but didn't budge. Impossible! That should've torn the oak door from it's hinges! He slammed into it again. He could hear the pursuit from behind him. Growling in frustration, he turned and threw a wall of Air a span thick over the corridor behind him, turning it opaque so the Aes Sedai couldn't see through it and send weaves through. He turned back to the door, it had to be the One Power, he could feel nothing so it must be saidar. He slid flows of Air around the edges of the door and found the resistance on the other side, pressing in on the oak from the sides, he pulled it straight away from the wall.
He saw the Keeper, some Gaidin he didn't know and her. She was crying. The Keeper, who also appeared to be crying, was talking to the Warder who was the only one looking in his direction. He could Channel. Strongly. Why hadn't the other two heard? Striding forward, he struck the barrier that had held the door. How was he to get through? He called out to her knowing they couldn't hear him. Was she okay?
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 2:08 pm
CleverMog Lady_Illusion
Faye totally misses that this stopped being a test of skill and started being a class-match. Because of that her thoughts ran towards her own frustration and weakness instead of his lesson. Her frustration begins to build as she realizes two things. One is that she?s not going to win, no matter how hard she tries. The other is that he?s just been toying with her this entire time. He could?ve won long ago, but he continued to let her try. She believes that his comments are just there to mock her, and that?s what she hears from his emotionless voice. ?This is useless?? As her strength begins to run down her frustration overrides her competitive spirit and she gives up.
?Alright, Yurin! That?s enough?. I get it. You?re the strong one. The more skilled. You?re the Blademaster, not I.?
Tears begin to form in her eyes as she throws her sword so that it lands at his feet.
?I know you could?ve won so long ago. And I?m sick of your toying with me?..?
He can see two tears fall before she turns and leaves. Leaving her sword, her companion from before she was even Aes Sedai, lying at his feet.
"No! Fayela I never meant to frustrate nor to demean you in any way! I was trying to teach. I'm sorry. That is what I'm used to doing. I spent several years teaching at the Black Tower. I fall into it naturally. Please don't cry."
With casual ease, Mog flipped her blade into his hand with a foot as he walked past it and ran to catch up to the Sister. He catches her hand in his and turns her toward him.
"Please. I wasn't trying to be hurtful. Don't leave. Don't be angry at me. You are an exceptional swordswoman, I yearned to make you better."
Seeing the tears falling from her eyes, Yurin pulled her close holding her in comfort. A sudden wave of exceptional loss and pain poured over him like an avalanche of agonizing sorrow. Tears fell unbidden from his eyes as sobs choked their way out of his closing throat. Suddenly, it was he that was being supported by the Aes Sedai as painful, racking sobs shuddered through his powerful frame.
Gone, he was gone. Dead.
What?! Who?! Who was gone?! What was going on?!?!
The emptiness.. The pain. He's never coming back.
WHO?!?! WHAT-, Clarissa! She was in pain! She needed him.
Wrenching himself from the convulsive gasping, armed, now, with the knowledge (to a degree) of what was going on, he knew what he had to do. Standing, he mastered his body, pushing the sadness into some dark corner of his mind and chaining it there, he roughly wiped the tears from his face. Seizing saidin, he tore a gateway open and ran into the Amyrlin's Study, letting the gateway close behind him. Not even realziing that he had carried Fayela by the hand through with him. Letting go of her hand he looked frantically through the room.
Empty. But where? He could feel the direction but, even with the closeness of their dual-bonding, he couldn't pipoint her location. That was impossible. Running, heedlessly, through the halls. He focused on the bond, taking turns only to push himself closer to his Aes Sedai. Never once stopping to think that he still held Fayela's naked blade in his hand. When he met a wall he went around it, locked door? he broke through. He could feel her nearness, his heart was pounding. So much pain, why? Blood and Bloody Ashes! Where was the woman!?
Running through the women's Halls in the Green's area was a good way to get attacked by the dozens of Gaidin that were bonded to the Sisters there, but Yurin didn't care. Let them try and stop him. A lone Asha'Man tearing pell-mell through the halls is bound to find attention, especially one that is armed and has the look of a hunter.
"Stop!" , "Wait!" , "Who-?" , "Hey!"
The calls rang out from several throats as the cry went up that a madman Asha'Man was running through the Green's Quarters.
The ring of steel followed in his footsteps as Gaidin gave chase, thinking to protect Aes Sedai. To this Mog chuckled to himself, let them try and catch him. He increased his pace, feeling Clarissa achingly near. Suddenly, he felt the warning of breath across the hairs on his arms, inside sleeves, this could mean but one thing.
Yurin turned immediately to the right, diving into an open doorway, feeling something clip his heel. Seizing saidin, he looked at his right boot, the back part of his heel was crushed in. Someone had tried to knock him out with a blow from Air. Silly children. That was child's play. Didn't they know they were dealing with an Asha'Man? He had been trained by someone the Forsaken feared.
Grinning, he drew from the angreal at his side. He ran out of the doorway, balls of liquid Fire flying from the outstretched fingertips of his left hand as he continued on his path to the right. Screams and yells followed in his wake, followed immediately by the sounds of furniture and bodies hitting the floor as they avoided nothing. With this much saidin, it was amazing the Illusions one could create. He was gonna catch hell for this, he was sure, but he hadn't hurt anyone.
He had to get to her. The hopeless feelings of sorrow were threatening to wash away his very sense of self. It was as if she didn't want to live. He could feel the emptiness, the total loss. It was like she felt death, truly. Is this what it was like to die? Was this what he had to expect should he ever lose Clarissa? No wonder Warders were so deadly, they were fighting for someone else and themselves.
Ahead, there! That door! She was behind that door! A wide-eyed Accepted flattened herself against the wall as he passed, slamming full bore into the door. It creaked as he threw his full weight into it, but didn't budge. Impossible! That should've torn the oak door from it's hinges! He slammed into it again. He could hear the pursuit from behind him. Growling in frustration, he turned and threw a wall of Air a span thick over the corridor behind him, turning it opaque so the Aes Sedai couldn't see through it and send weaves through. He turned back to the door, it had to be the One Power, he could feel nothing so it must be saidar. He slid flows of Air around the edges of the door and found the resistance on the other side, pressing in on the oak from the sides, he pulled it straight away from the wall.
He saw the Keeper, some Gaidin he didn't know and her. She was crying. The Keeper, who also appeared to be crying, was talking to the Warder who was the only one looking in his direction. He could Channel. Strongly. Why hadn't the other two heard? Striding forward, he struck the barrier that had held the door. How was he to get through? He called out to her knowing they couldn't hear him. Was she okay?
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 2:28 pm
CleverMog ((YES! Another massive post to stir up trouble! MUAHAHAHA!)) ((And a mess for me to clean up *sigh*))
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ChildOfTheMoon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 3:42 pm
She grabs at the cup of tea with shaking hands. She had to calm down. She swallowed some of the tea but didn't even feel it go down her throat. Her tears slowly subsided. "I'm fine Mercury. How long has... has he been dead Hawk how long?"
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