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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:16 pm
The school had been saved in the meantime, but the threat was still around. But at least for now, they didn't have the boogeys hovering around each corner. Things were... slightly more relaxed. At least that was how it seemed for Shun. This was no reason to actually let up on training though. If anything, it meant they could work hard without being harassed. And so he was in the gym, now that it wasn't doubling as an infirmary any longer. There wasn't anyone there at the moment he could spar against, but he used the opportunity to just practice on his own in the mean time. It wasn't as good as having an opponent, but it was still something. Proper form was still of some importance after all. Taking in a deep breath, he teleported to another spot in the gym, striking out at the air with his daggers. He did wish they had training dummies or something of that effect. Target practice would be useful. Regardless, he was working hard here. Despite it being over a week since the incident, the words of the horsemen still plagued him. They were too weak. Lately, the Reaper had noticed that he was able to shadow step a little more often than before. It felt like he didn't have to wait quite as long before he was able to warp again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:53 pm
There was a little bit of truth in the cliched saying, that the me of today was different from the me of yesterday. One day, the students had an almost tolerable relationship with the heirs and the horsemen. The next day, the students were burning in a fire while the heirs left. How many days passed later-- the heirs were mysteriously sent back?
Now, their relationship was shattered, as humans phrased it, their bridges were burning rapidly. Their bridges of relationships .. their bridges of sanity.. Aisa saw little as she walked through the school halls. She only saw those white walls. Occasionally, the view of Amytiville would flutter in.. but as little beings knew, insanity had a much thicker hold than fear did. Fear tried to filter in but insanity simply flooded it back out~
Something black obscured her vision. Something shooting forth .. Almost instinctively, one of Shun's daggers did not return to the reaper's grip, a flash of red swiftly coursing through the air, kicked away from Aisa's surprising form. It met dully with the metal of her boots.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:07 pm
While he was there, Shun thought he had been alone. All of the sudden as he slashed out into the air, he first felt something solid kicking away his attack. Surprised, he reeled back, thrown off balance from that move. He didn't fall over though, as he managed to catch himself. Spinning around, he looked to see what the hell he had just hit, only to find Aisa there. Briefly, the Reaper stiffened at the sudden sight of the horseman. His grip tightened around his weapons, not entirely certain what to make of this. Actually, the appearance of her caused her parting words to the students echo through his head once more. About how they were too weak and how their need of being to be 'babysat' ended up getting Red killed. "You're back.." he murmured, feeling a mixture of his usual respect for her along with a strong sense of shame and disappointment. The horsewoman looked to be unharmed, as far as he could see. Physically in the very least. Had they been tortured at all? How did they get back in the first place? There were many questions running through his head, but right now he didn't ask anything. Aisa springing up like this had him a little on edge. He didn't know what her current mood was like.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 3:10 pm
"It seems there's been quite a stream of events in our absence." Aisa statement was made with an absent-minded casualness that little could afford to pull off. She bent forward to pick up Shun's knife, the metal sharply twirling through her fingers until it landed palm-up, towards Shun. Their lack of wounds on the outside deterred from the sharper wounds that the hunters had penetrated through on the inside ..
Their moments of relief were brief. Aisa did not detect any bogeymen around, which rather, rather surprising. Considering recent events, even with that ridiculous loophole statement regarding testing mandates.. Aisa would have expected the spies to increase their numbers. Perhaps they did.
"I'm back."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 3:46 pm
Narrowing his eyes for the moment, Shun looked at the dagger before taking it back. It was a little hard to tell, but it seemed that the horseman of death was not too angry right now, compared to how things were with the way she and the others had left. That didn't make him relax all too much however. The daggers remained summoned, but he stood a little more straight.
"You could say that," he said regarding her first comment, before frowning some.
"How did you get out? I take it the other three have escaped as well?" he asked, deciding it was relatively safe to dig a little deeper.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 1:47 pm
"Would I have escaped without them?"
The question was a harsh stab of rhetoric. Even in the most extreme emergency, it was doubtful that the heirs would have ever left each other behind, to be abandoned. For Aisa, their existence was simply not to be if it didn't compile of all four counterparts.
"More accurately said, I would not have abandoned them. Although I would have left them."
Did he understand the difference? Aisa did, all too clearly. She looked around the gym, littered with supplies left over, even if the injured inhabitants were gone for the moment. "How..? I wonder how we escaped. It seems, those mysterious white walls, are always using questionable methods. Turning, closing, spinning, opening .. I never quite understand them."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 5:15 pm
Well, she did have a point there. While he didn't know the horsemen all too much they seemed to be close to one another. The addon she said had him pause for the moment, but he had a feeling he knew what she meant. If she felt they were in any true danger she would have been there, otherwise they were on their own. At least that was what he got from it.
What was more concerning, were the words on the white walls. Her insanity was leaking through a bit there.
"I suppose it matters little at this point anyway," he murmured before pausing for the moment.
"How do you manage it though? While I'm sure your status helps as far as your power goes but it can't be the source.You mentioned back there that we were all too weak."
Even with all the training he and the others had been doing, it hadn't been enough. They had improved some but... it still didn't cut it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 11:59 pm
"How did we manage what? Escaping? Surviving? Living with that wretched Caelius?" Aisa ran her hand along the a wall, her fingernails digging into it sharply, the crumbling layer of paint mingled with stone fell from her fingertips.
"You are weak." Aisa blinked, stating the line as a fact, her tone devoid of condescension. It was like the fear that supplied them. It was merely a statement of common sense, twirling her foot sharply to yank her gaze away from the silent wall, to face the daggered reaper.
Aisa leaned in closer, tipping Shun's chin upward, forcing him to stare into her eyes. Her own was unreadable, only reflecting Shun's mirrored form. Her finger ran lightly under his chin, stepping forward. "What else did you think you were?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:01 am
Shun stiffened at the weak comment even though it wasn't said in a condescending tone. It still stung a bit to hear that. As his chin was lifted he stared into the horsewoman's eyes while gritting his teeth. "I was referring to your strength. Your power. At some point in time you four must have been at our level. Though I could be mistaken."Pausing, he looked away for the moment. The sense of shame hadn't left him and being around Aisa wasn't helping with that feeling too much. "As for myself, I was hoping that I might have improved. Yes. I am weak but I don't plan on staying that way if I can help it. A burden , I do not wish to be."Though, according to her and the other three, that was pretty much what they all were.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 9:20 pm
Shun's words hung in the air with a scathing silence, Aisa taking the time to glance at the reaper's daggers curiously. So much like Eris's .. yet it wasn't.
Aisa's hand withdrew from Shun's figure, clasping together in a prayer-like gesture. She pulled her palms apart, the fear around her shaking and quivering into a wispy form, her hourglass eventually becoming identifiable in the mass of fear, spotted with insanity. She ran her fingers over the glass, over the scriptures that embedded themselves into the rings of fate. She accomplished the three fates and their duties alone, through the use of her own timing glass. Counting, measuring and execution.
She tipped the glass back and forth, the sand falling shakily to the swaying sides. The grains flew back and forth, into a dusty cloud, refusing to settle into a state of calm.
"Hoping? We horsemen did not return to see whimpering, sniveling hope."
Aisa's voice softened, the sand counting time slowly dripping down as she decided to take a different route.
"By whose scale, are you measuring, little reaper? If it is by us, do not use us as your standard. Us horsemen have .. a weight that you do not." She pointed to the top half of the hourglass, the sand still falling onto the other side in a thin layer that barely rested on the bottom. Aisa knelt slightly, to adjust herself to Shun's height. "The heavier the burden, the heavier your strength becomes to wield. The more it slices through the net. You have not gained enough experience to cut it like us."
"Cut with your own scissors."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 9:50 pm
Shun watched as Aisa caused an hourglass to appear. There seemed to be something wrong with it, and though it seemed familiar, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was at the moment. What was even more interesting was the sand within, as it did not fall in the way a normal hourglass would. As she spoke, though, his gaze focused back on her instead, tensing as she spoke more harshly. He was half expecting to be struck at that point, but she calmed herself.
Her words rang true as well. With great power came great responsibility and all.
"And exactly how am I or the rest of the students expected to cut it with our blades dull and weak?" he asked while gripping onto his daggers, "The means we have been going by to sharpen ourselves isn't enough is it? If these threats weren't around perhaps it would be but that isn't quite the case."
Yes, he was aware he was weak. But he felt he definitely wasn't improving fast enough to be able to do much of anything.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 10:29 pm
"Oh. But that's where you simply color inside the lines~ It's these threats exactly that sharpen your blade. You know exactly how weak you are, there's nothing better than a slap in the face."
She paused, a finger placed on her lips in thought. Her coal black bangs fell over her eyes, her lips curling into the sly smile that resembled a cat's fickle one. Her black lashes lowered, turning to step away from the reaper. What an endearing reaper .. trying so hard, it was quite an admirable trait. But admirable did not go hand-in-hand with the qualities one needed to pass through the gates of Amityville with their heads held high.
"Don't tell me you're asking me how? Damn, reaper, you're going to make this hard for yourself. I could answer .." She continued, a maniacal humor laced in her tone, the budding amusement bubbling in the searchign atmosphere. ".. but it wont be the right answer. Or the wrong one. It wont be correct nor will it be incorrect .. Where are your mileposts placed? What is this 'case' you speak of?"
Aisa had nothing to do with Shun's desire for haste.
"Haste will not save you. It's that haste that led you to Caelius's trap. Such a sweet trap, wasn't it?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 12:05 am
In a sense, Shun felt as if he was going in circles here. It was a bit of a paradox really. To deal with the threats, he needed experience. But to get that experience, he needed to deal with the danger.
"Quite the trap indeed. One most of us probably knew we were running into."
He knew he did. But between feeling the need to help Shehk when she was taken and the desire to get back at Cael, he just had to keep going. At least, that was how the Reaper felt then. Frustration was welling up within him. In a loose sense this was reminding him of home. There was that constant disappointment there, as well as the talk of how he was still too weak or that he wasn't trying hard enough regardless of the fact.
"My milestones are far ahead. Perhaps even unobtainable to a degree. Forgive me for my impatience on the matter of strength. I've been training for most my life and the response I've gotten has almost always been the same."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:46 am
Aisa had no time to stick around anymore, for the reaper's self pity. Perhaps he would never regard it as such but to Aisa's disinterested ears, it came across in a beeping buzzing fly, although how flies could possibly beep .. His ability to simply look forward instead of walk. Perhaps he would walk soon. Aisa didn't harbor any hopes or expectations concerning the specific student, only feeling a faint thudding in her ears. The sound echoed loudly in her small ears, black hair falling forward.
Without a indication of gesture, Aisa concluded the discussion with the sound of her metallic armored boots in the distance, as Shun looked figuratively down into his disappointment. It was a pit that Aisa had no plans to fall back into, the stages that mirrored Shun's emotional turmoil, was so far back in her memrory that she no longer remembered. She followed the sound, almost possessively, as if to find the source of the nuisance and destroy it.
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