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 Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 5:19 pm
As Eiry begins to panic, the strange numb feeling crawls up his arm to his shoulder, tingling away. The look from Rivener, as it loses the dull disgust for Eiry that he had not bothered hiding before, is the only thing that halts the feeling's crawl. Should he take the offer of blood? Would that help? He certainly has to do something before things get worse!
The jungle swims in Eiry's vision as the panic begins to take over his brain. Maybe it's the effect of seeing the sigel in such a state, but the jungle seems to wobble and swim, just barely, in Ronan and Rivener's views, too. For Ronan, perhaps it's just the pain?
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 8:31 pm
There was no comfort in blood.
Rivener was not comforting him, announcing his innocence to the plot, and Eiry was having a hard time trusting him when he said that he didn't doubt his existence. He had already made it clear when they were hunted by the baphomet, he doubted him, pushed him towards death, even, and Eiry hadn't yet had a chance to prove his thinking otherwise. With this happening now, with his arm disappearing with a slow and terrible tingle up the length of his arm until it halted at his shoulder, Eiry couldn't defend himself. He couldn't prove it to Rivener. He had to try and prove it to himself, because honestly, he began believing his brother a long time ago. Perhaps this was a dream. But, hearing his mind whisper those fatal words, he gave a long and frustrated cry, screaming the lines again in latin. He couldn't be bothered to even notice that the process had stopped the moment that Rivener glanced towards him. He was still locked into his ramblings of Latin philosophy, afraid to blink should a solitary glimpse of blackness envelope him in one fell sweep. He was only dimly aware of the fact that Ronan had toppled to the side like a felled tree, curling on the ground into the pain of his screaming ribs. The raevan hadn't even noticed that his glasses had been taken. He was desperately trying to fight that numbness.
Thankfully, the numbness had only crawled up his left arm, leaving it there for Eiry to flounder with, while the other one dropped from sight, and with that arm, Eiry struggled to try and reaffirm the disappearance of his bow arm. He clapped his shoulder, trying to figure out if it had simply disappeared from view or just from sight, and in the middle of that, he vaguely heard Rivener's words.
To say that Eiry was against the idea of having his brother's blood smeared against his bleeding lips was an understatement. The idea alone made Eiry's stomach drop out even more, and he glanced to Rivener, shaking his head desperately. "B-blood cannot save me! Rivener, this battle isn't about physicality it's about mentality! I-I believe that I exist! I'm desperately trying to believe this, b-but you don't! You don't believe me! You think I'm some phantom of the forest, another illusion set to torment you! I am not! I'm your brother! You must clear the doubt from your head! Simple things like blood don't matter here, Rivener, it's your heart, your mind!! I exist!!"
But around them, as if to take everything out of Eiry's words, the jungle itself began to swim and warp around them, at first something small, and then increasing as time passed by. It threw a wrench of doubt into Eiry's frantically grinding gears. He looked around them, back to his arm, shaking so terribly as he held his shoulder as if he were holding a massive wound.
"W-what's happening?!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 6:03 am
Rivener frowned at his sibling's words, lowering his bloodied hand slowly and narrowing his eyes. "Mentality? Eiry, this is no time for philosophical bullshit! ******** ideas, do something concrete to prove that you exist! Prove it to yourself, prove it to me! Take the damn-... blood-..." The differences between them, that Eiry was a mostly mental creature while Rivener was more physical, suddenly stopped mattering. Riv's eyes swung around to the world, the swimming forest and wavering trees, frowning. He lowered the arm he'd once again raised in an effort to get the other Sigel to accept the blood.
"...We need to run." They had to try and get away from whatever part of the jungle was melting. He had no idea what direction to run in, because though he knew which was OUT was, he didn't know if it would take them away from the wavering reality or deeper within it. Any direction would be a guess at this point but there was one thing Riv was sure of: they couldn't just stand here.
"This way," he breathed, stooping to loop a wounded arm around Ronan and try to keep the man on his feet. They headed off towards the forest's edge, towards the direction they had come in from. "Eiry, hurry!" Riv motioned to Ronan's other side: together the two Sigels might be able to carry the man out, even if both Raevans only had one workable arm. Riv clutched Zul's core close on his other side, not willing to leave a piece of his love behind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 3:02 pm
God DAMMIT!
An almost animal snarl came from Ronan's throat, the selkie's frustration at his inability and the situation boiling over. He may have been injured but his legs were intact and he was going to use them, pain be damned. Teeth clenched until his jaw throbbed Ronan forced himself to his feet, breathing out hard when the pain leeched the sides of his vision and the forest began to swim. Shaky at first he soon managed to take a step forward and went over and looped an arm around Eiry, glasses still clutched in his hand. "C-come on," he said, forcing himself in a run and bringing the raevans with him. Each rough fall sent a stab of pain through him, some of the larger ones causing him to growl and yell and sometimes curse to get through it but he kept on going.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 12:17 am
The jungle continues to waver, and Eiry's other hand begins to tingle. There is a strange sense that they all feel as they begin to hobble-run through the brush, a sense that the jungle is enjoying their plight. Like the strange liquid rustling of the leaves is of the trees' laughter, the waving of the ground like a shaking of shoulders.
And then, suddenly, something cuts the late afternoon sky. In the distance, to the north, a streak of green shoots over the canopy and explodes -- not the red of fallen comrades, but a pure and hopeful green.
Just like that, the tingling stops in Eiry's hands. His arm flickers and, still pins-and-needles numb, returns back to existence. The jungle straightens itself, the path before them unwinding. No, it does not feel like a cure, but rather like the jungle is holding its breath. They are not safe, not by any stretch... but they have been given a head start. Their predator has turned its head.
Something is happening over there. Something big.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 5:16 pm
Running away never seemed to solve any of Eiry's problems. He had run away from others, he had avoided contact, conflict, and everything else besides, shoving himself into the predefined world of books and literature, the ghosts of the past in papery tombs. He was convincing himself that running was not the thing to do, but this trip was proving his newly adapted philosophy different. He had tried to confront Zul, had completely and utterly failed that venture, and then he had attempted to confront his dear brother, but now he had only earned his lifelong hatred. He thought that he could prove his own existence to him by confronting his brother, but that didn't seem to work either. He kept fading away, bits and pieces of himself winking out of existence. Rivener told him to do something concrete, something to prove that he existed, but how could he do that, when the world of the concrete itself could be an illusion? They were in a forest of illusion after all! What was concrete? What was real?
If it would make Rivener happy, if it would convince him, he would take the blood. The moment that Eiry reached forward for his hand, though, was the moment that Rivener dropped his own, looking around at the twisting forest. Plans had changed. They were going to run, which was exactly what Eiry wasn't planning to do in the first place.
This way.
Eiry watched with dripping eyes as Rivener wrapped his arm around Ronan, launching forward. Eiry had almost thought that his brother would fail to include him again, but then he heard his name called. He at least spoke to him like he was there. Perhaps that was enough.
Still missing his limbs, and quickly beginning to lose the other, Eiry blinked his heavy tears out of his eyes, and started forward, rushing, pushing his tired body forward so he could throw his arm around Ronan's other side and help carry, drag the man out of the melting forest. Eiry glanced down, catching sight of his glasses still in Ronan's hands, and then he looked forward, trying to find something in this forest that would grant them a way to safety.
That's when he saw it. In the distance there was a muffled pop of sound, and following that, a tower of green exploded into the atmosphere, a bleary signal through the leaves of the forest which had suddenly dropped into stillness. The forest snapped back into reality, a path opening up before them, leading towards the green smoke. That was the signal, that was what they were looking for.
"Kyou..." Eiry breathed, and he put his hand to his lips to stifle his gasp. His hand. Eiry looked down to his arms, both of them, which had just returned from their unannounced vacation, and Eiry found his stomach dropping with relief. He couldn't help but hold onto that terror, though, that something was powerful enough to eliminate his arms from reality, and he set his jaw, looking back up with watery eyes towards the green smoke. "There," he bleated, pointing now and readjusting so that he could carry Ronan all the more, "That's where it's all happening, where it's all stems from. Tarry not, we must venture there. This nightmare has to stop. the others, if they've cornered the thing, whatever it is, then it will fight back like an animal in a corner. We have to hurry!!"
Looking to Ronan and Rivener, his companions on this final stretch, Eiry nodded his head and pulled Ronan's body forward as fast as he could along the path towards the green smoke.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:30 am
Rivener flinched at the sudden flash in the sky, expecting to see someone's red flare. That meant another group was nearby and if they hurried, perhaps Riv's group could meet up with whoever had fired it. But instead of the red, his eyes found a green light arcing above the treeline. Green! That meant-...
Eiry voiced it. Rivener's jaw set in a line and he almost wavered for a moment, just wanting to get the hell out of this horrible place, but he gripped the canvas-wrapped icy-molten rock tight against his chest. If they didn't save Kyou, Zul was lost forever. The doctor was the only person who could take this piece of Riv's beloved and try to give him a second breath of life. He had to save Kyou. He HAD to. For Zul.
"Let's hurry," he agreed, offering his support for Ronan still, if the man wanted it. If not, the red flares were within reach. Determined, Rivener made his way towards the green flare.
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