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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:26 pm
*Shortstraw looked to her but refussed to follow her. The people needed him right now, she didn't. There would be time for her later. Weaknes? He accepted weakness, thats what made you stronger. Else he wouldn't ahve been here today. So he carried on. However there was someone else watching.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:34 pm
Kiera's wings dragged behind her, and got covered in ash, making them turn from a bright crimson, to a dark grey. And yet she dragged herself further through the streets, before finally reaching a house. On top of the front door was supposed to be the family name, now half charred and blown away by the wind to some other part of the massacre. The door was also gone, although, come to think of it, the roof was gone too. And it was only the lower levels that remained. She walked inside, the festering mess, seeing every now and then a little flame that refused to give in to the wind. Knowing it was all hers, she neither marvelled nor grimaced. She walked into the room Cryil was lying before she left, and there he was, half charred and already rotting. A small smile creased her face. Even she was that heartless.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:38 pm
*The scarfman appeared form the shadows behind her with a chukkle* "A shame to loose such becuse of the fear it will effect you." He walked beside her as if he was looking at the charge corso aswell. He stood there in his cloak at the silence for a few momets. His hands in his pockets. "I'm glad i had no part in it. Useing others to hurt another is tipicly the worse and hardest thing to do." After another paulse he looked to her, "as a puppet and puppetier. SOmetimes the pupet is forced to be the enemy. While the puppetair is sitting back with all the glory." Whould she get the metifor, whould she understnad what he said as he turned to leave slowly?*
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:51 pm
Kiera turned angrily, all the emotion from the night pouring into one moment.
"I. Will never. Be the puppet."
She growled, just as her mother would. Tonight she had used both characteristics, if not one more than the other.
"I did this of my own accord. Their deaths give me strength. I now lack weakness. It would have happened anyway, with your strifling interfearence or not. I was born never to have happiness in my life, and that is how it shall stay."
Her voice contained obvious hostility, there wouldn't be a reason why it could not have hostility. Her breath shortened again, as she blinked lazily towards him, then back to Cyril.
"How can a b*****d child give the same love and affection she was denied when she was a child?"
She finally said, sadly.
She was going slowly mad, infected by her own mind.
"This is why i'm always the Puppetier."
She held her hands together, but they were no longer shaking, no, she would thrive in this moment. It was her victory.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:48 pm
*This time the man shied as he stopped and turned around. He wasn't talking about her.* "Give what you get, a old line. However i come to find that it dosn't work. We will talk later tonight..." With that he turned and dissapeared. Moments later, shortstraw walked in silently and leaned aginst a word. He wouldn't even look at her, and showed a diffrent attiude then he did before. he was no longer as kind and loving. He would never forget this day. Much like his own day. He crossed his arms however with pashaints. Ready to be teliported home... well more like his mistresses home.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:58 pm
Kiera did not take notice of the scarf mans annoying words, even if he did not understand her statement. But she didn't look to the poor, unfortunate short straw either, she meerly looked back to Cyril's corpse, and laughed a little.
"So young. So innocent. So much life to look forward too."
She span on her heel, and her face contained clear amusement, but under it, it felt like there were cracks.
"Don't you find it fascinating, how fragile a humans life is? How any life is? And how easily someone can just come and.."
She clasped her hand out in front of her.
"-Crush it?"
She giggled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:07 pm
*Shortstraw still didn't look to her, and held the same expression. It wasn't angry, more like serous and tired all together. He didn't make a sound, didn't move, look to her or anything. He just stood ther in his own world in a gaze it seemed. It wasn't even fully clear if he was lisening to her at all or not. Maybe...*
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:15 pm
Kiera rolled her eyes in disappointment, and studied the boy's face curiously.
"Fine then. Ignore me, don't look at me. But you can never overcome this unscrutinising pain until you learn, to just get over yourself. It doesn't make you big, it doesn't make you strong. It's just making me even less reluctant to kill you."
She wavered past him, and out of the door. She saw a shadow pass down one of the ruined alleyways, but made no note of it. Her own wings began to shrink, and de-feather. The stained golden lashes now littered the floor.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:25 pm
*Suddly a vision appered into her head. This one would leave a small hurt afterwords for it hit her so hard it could have made her fall over. This one was sudden, and not of the past. But the fucher. It showed her sitting upon a golden thrown, in a unknown castle. Standing to her right was a compleatly unknown person in a black robe with golden trimings, cloaked, silent and without movement. To her left was a older version of Shortstraw. He stood tall witha serous face, a bow on his back, three daggers upon his sides, eacha diffrent color. One gold, one green, and one a purlish color that glowed. He had full snake scaled armor, which was worn as if leather armor. His hair was more full, his figure looking strong and study, but not musled. Around his neck was a red scarf. He stood sternly in silence with his arms crossed. As a man appeared ans walked into the room. Someone new with a golden trident in hand. Her form waved a hand quickly not even lisening to the man as shortstraw stepped down, drawn a dager and killed the man with a slash through the throught with so quick a speed, the regualr eye wouldn't see. As the blood ran the floor, he returned to his post and another came in, probalby next to be doomed. And finally the vision ended and Keira would find herself outside the house. With Shortstraw behind her in silence, still in thought of his own little world.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:34 pm
Kiera groped for a support as she flailed on the ground. Then, gripping some rubble from a demolished building, she pulled herself up, and with the other hand, she clutched her eye. These visions, would they ever stop? But this one was different, yes, for it fortold a different circumstance. Her eye fell upon Short straw again, her mouth agape with tiredness. She coughed.
She looked to her 'cursed arm'; she called it. Oh it itched. So much. She thought about teleporting and leaving him behind, for a second. Almost as a second act of testing. But she decided against it, in the end. He would be far more entertaining at home. But Kiera was fighting to keep her mind from slipping, now, as the vision caught her when her mind was most vunerable.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:42 pm
*Shortstaw was right next to her* "you okay mis Keira," he asked unsure why she dropped like that. His vioce was still strong, however not with anger but of just per regular attitude. All in all though he was the same kid was always inside. He was just unsure of himself. Of alot of things actully.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:53 pm
Kiera's gaze pierced the boy, as she suddenly turned her head to him. And her eyelids fluttered a little, not in the good way, however..
"Oh, don't you start with the nice s**t now. You've made your point clear to me. You don't need to act."
Kiera wiped her forehead clean of sweat, which was unusual, for a girl who never got hot. She then continued to walk, after the shadow she had previously seen.
There it was again, the nightwalker that tempted the corner of her eye. She began to get annoyed, she wasn't herself at the moment. And her body wasn't working with her mind. She just needed to get back, and sleep. She figured. She turned to Short straw once again, and grabbed his shoulder, almost reluctantly. And teleported them both finally, home. Away from her used to be 'Haven'.
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