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Teigra generated a random number between
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 Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:03 pm
 Groaning, the angel could feel the sun beating down on his back, his wings uncomfortably hot, but his stomach was still cold. And wet. And sorta' gritty.
Okay, that was odd enough to rouse him from his stupor. Melek pushed himself up, blinking at the sand below, still damp from receding waves that lapped at the shore. Sand did not make a comfortable bed. He knew this already, so why would he have fallen asleep...?
Wait, no...he'd been on the ship, right? He'd had a plate of fruit and cheese, gone back to his room, prepared for bed, and...and... It was somewhat blank after that. That was somewhat alarming in itself; probably would have been more so if he'd focused on it for very long. Fortunately, he'd been distracted by something nearby. "Hey! My treasure box," he noted, staring at the crab trap, a thin layer of sand and spray coating its surface. Turning a wary look at the water, he reached out, dragging the box with him as he moved further up the beach where it was at least dry. Now, where was he, and how had he gotten here? Still a bit bleary, he blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, then scanned the surrounding beach for clues.((Rolled a 1, so they won't have to worry about food at least.))
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Antidia generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:51 pm
 Dahlia bobbed in the salty water, clinging to a box clearly labeled "supplies". She didn't know how to explain it, but something in her gut told her to not let this crate go. She could see the island clearly. And the fog surrounding it and her. She also knew something happened to that ship and that's why this crate was so valuable. She knew the only chance she'd have is if she made it to that island. At least the supplies would help survival.
She kicked her feet and flapped her wings, slowly making her way to the island. Odd, I can't fly. But before she could make it to the shallows, she spotted the a large fin pop out of the water. "Oh crap." She stopped kicking and held very still. She hoped it didn't notice her. But it was headed straight for her. She looked back and forth between the island and the shark, trying to gauge how fast she could swim and if she'd make it. She'd have to give up her precious cargo, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to do that, because it took a lot of effort to get it this far.
The shark came up fast, grabbing a corner of the crate and splintering it completely. Toiletries (shampoo, soap, perfume, toothpaste, etc) went everywhere, and the shark was distracted with everything in the water now. Dahlia took the chance to swim towards the island, but not before her shoulder ended up in the sharks mouth during the commotion. She screamed and punched the shark in the head as hard as she could with her free hand, and the pressure released just enough for her to pull out of his mouth, only tearing her flesh minimally. But now there was blood in the water. But some of the bottles in the crate had been smashed open, so the shark wouldn't be able to smell her yet. She hoped anyway.
She started swimming, using momentum from her flapping wings to propel her faster to the sandy beach. She didn't even look back to see if the shark followed her. As soon as she felt solid ground beneath her, she dropped on the wet sand, huffing and panting. Her shoulder burned with pain, but all she wanted to do was rest and fall asleep.(Water. Looks like they have food and water so have to work on shelter.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 8:05 pm
Melek gleefully dragged his treasures along, adding them to a growing pile on the upper section of the beach, safe from the greedy waves. There was a lot of debris scattered over the sands, though not all of it particularly useful as far as he could tell. He had found his own things from his room, so his prize wine now lay propped against the crab trap. He'd also found a crate that must have come from the kitchen or the food stores of the ship. It was a bit large for him to simply drag the whole thing up the beach, but he had grabbed some of the fresh fruit he'd found inside and brought it this far. He could go back for the rest in trips, but the fruit would likely spoil first...as least, sooner than the dried, preserved meats he'd also noticed in there. Who knew what else might lay at the bottom of the crate?
At least he wouldn't starve.
It had slowly dawned on the angel, amidst many other distracting side thoughts, that he was stuck here. Wherever 'here' was. There had been no sign of any other Pae'il or even helpful Avalon fairy, no buildings, nothing. He definitely wasn't on Telrunya. It didn't even look like the same island they'd stopped at before with the others. He tried to cheer himself up with the thought that he'd lived on the beach before; this wouldn't be such a bad place to live.
Nevermind that he'd already had a house then...thanks to his wife...err...ex-wife's family.
No such luxury now. No help to rely on.
It was a sobering thought, and Melek felt uncharacteristically depressed. Alright, so he had found some food. How long would that last before he had to find some other way to survive? He needed more than just a crate of cruise supplies on the beach. If there was no way off this island, if he never found a way to get home again, he'd have to make this his new home. If he could even manage to take care of himself that long. Geez, what a hopeless--
"Ooo, shiny!" Something sparkled in the sands as the sunlight caught it just right, and the angel's expression brightened as he darted for the object. It was small, but definitely sparkly. Pulling the object from the sands, he had to stare at the string of crystals before finally recognizing it as the same type of crystals he'd seen on the fancy chandeliers in the dining hall of the ship. They had been particularly distracting the first night when he'd gone to get dinner. He'd wondered if--
A scream pierced the air and the angel's head shot up suddenly. It had come from further down the beach, out in the water maybe? He paused only long enough to look back at the crystals in his hand before he dropped them on top of the crap trap and started sprinting. He didn't think about the reason for the scream or even what he might find as a result. A scream had to come from someone, right? Well, it hadn't sounded like any animal that he'd ever heard at least. And that meant there was someone else here.
He wasn't alone.
The sands shifted beneath his feet, and though his steps may have stumbled and made his path less than a straight line, Melek's brief life on the beach had him familiar enough with the tricky terrain that he'd managed not to hurt himself in his rush. Good thing. He arrived just in time to see a dripping demon drag herself from the waters onto the shore. She seemed exhausted and--movement out in the water, a large fin circling the remains of a wooden crate, some bottles and things floating on the surface. The toothy beast quickly devoured a bottle of shampoo, emerging from the water for a split second, then leaving a swirling vortex in its wake.
Melek's eyes widened, taking everything in. Another one? Couldn't be the same one, right? This was a different island from the one where they'd been diving...he was pretty sure anyway. Course, had to be more than one shark in the ocean, duh...oh right, demon lady in the surf. Turning back to the female, he knelt and started to introduce himself. "Hey, I am so relieved--you're bleeding." He blinked at the blood seeping from her shoulder, not noticing what an awkward subject change he'd just made mid-sentence. The blood mixed with the water running from her form, leaving a red trail down her arm, into the sands. The realization that she was injured seemed to bring all his focus into the moment, concern crossing his face. He couldn't see well, but it didn't seem to be as serious an injury as it could have been, if she'd received that from the toothy beast in the water.
He looked towards the water, then back up the beach to the drier sands and some palm trees. Should he try to move her? What did one do for shark bites? Kinda' hard to remember, but he was pretty sure he'd never had this lesson given to him in life before. Also...oh wait, maybe he should ask her what she wanted to do first? She was lying still for the most part, but breathing hard from exertion. Hesitantly, the angel reached out to touch her uninjured shoulder lightly. "Um...Miss? Can you move? I mean, are you alright? I mean...I can help if you'd like to get further from the water." Understandable, with that monster still out there, even knowing it couldn't just come up here on the beach...distance would be a comforting thing, right?
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:43 pm
Dahlia moved at the sound of another Pae's voice, but the "Relieved...you're bleeding" was very disheartening. Great, throw me back in the water, was her last thought before all went black and she passed out from exhaustion.
A few moments later, she caught the tail end of what the other guy was saying. "...get further from the water." She awoke with a start, forgetting the previous statement she heard from him, but fully remembering her precious crate and the shark that had a taste for soap. She sprang upright looking out over the water at the suds surrounding the ruins of a wooden crate, with torn up bottles bobbing aimlessly around. "My ... soap," she said meekly. It wasn't until she heard herself saying that it finally clicked how ridiculously obsessed she was with saving toiletries. Hardly important under the circumstances.
Defeated and deflated, she sulked on the sand, wanting to get lost in her despondency. Her shoulder burned. She ignored it mostly until she saw the trail of blood mixed with seawater and sand on her arm and promptly proceeded to pass out again. Blood had that effect on her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:47 pm
Melek wasn't sure how to respond at first. He knew that sometimes other Pae had trouble following his train of thought, but this was the first time he felt the situation reversed. Soap? Really? She's attacked by a shark and she's concerned about soap? Maybe it was really...really good soap. Or maybe she wanted to wash the blood away? Or maybe...
He shook his head, coming back to the moment and commenting, "Okay, right...yeah, we'll get your...soap later," he said helplessly, glancing around. He'd turned his attention back out to the sea for a moment, had the shark returned? How far could sharks come into the shallows? They should really move. Not that it could likely get on land...that'd be silly...
He turned back in time to see the demon slump over into the sand again, out cold...he hoped. Alarmed, he reached out, not in time or even the right position to catch her, but he did managed to get one hand under her head before it hit.
Now what?
He looked from the demon woman to the ocean, then back again in confusion. He wanted to get a bit further from the water. But how? Standing, he tried to figure out the best way to attempt this without hurting her further. How to carry someone with an injured shoulder...
Wait, she was still breathing, right? He hurriedly checked, then sighed with relief when he verified she was just out cold. Wait, what was he doing a minute ago...?
Right, moving her. Couldn't grab her arms, not with one hurt. That would hurt more...might wake her up, but...no no no, that's not what he should be doing! After a few minutes, he figured the best he could do was to stand to the side and wrap his arms around her waist to lift her torso and move her further up the beach away from the water.
This was much more difficult in practice than it had been in his head. And awkward. Not that Melek was the strongest angel either. He managed to half lift her and pull her back a few feet, dragging her hands and feet in the sand before he gave up and set her down again, panting. Well, that wasn't going to work. If only he had a wagon...or a cart...or some mangos...he was getting hungry...hadn't he found some food earlier?
He knelt next to the demonic stranger, absentmindedly drawing trails in the sand with one finger. This would be so much easier if she'd wake up and help him. Or if she hadn't been hurt. At least they weren't in the surf anymore. Man, it was hot out here; a swim would be nice. Wait...no.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 7:15 pm
A dream of having her limbs yanked here and there and her body turning to taffy and then a big toothy fish came and ate one of her arms off cuz her to jump when she woke up. Quickly, she patted down to make sure all her limbs were intact and in fact, not turned to taffy.
A sigh of relief when she realized it was just a dream. Strange, she was on a beach. And some poor fella was kneeling beside her looking lost and confused. What had happened?
Then it all came flooding back. The cruise, the blackout that led to clinging to a crate, the obsession with the crate (which caused embarrassment) and then seeing the blood and a stupid dream about turning to taffy. She dared not look at her shoulder again, for fear of passing out again. Instead, she poked at the lost angel next to her. "Are you okay, buddy?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 9:24 am
Melek jumped as the demon woman not only stirred, but leapt up, startling him. He'd let his mind wander to considering the differences between pineapples and apples and what pine trees might have to do with the equation and had nearly forgotten about the prone female until she moved. She seemed surprised to find herself there, and apparently to have arms and legs? Though, one was still bleeding. They should probably do something about that.
Her question brought him back to the moment and he blinked at her in bewilderment. Then looked down at himself, patting down as she'd just done. "Uh...I think so? All here anyway. But, what about you? Are you alright? I'm not sure you're alright. I think you're bleeding, unless that's some really funny-looking soap. Should we do something about that?"
That still didn't answer the question of what they should do about it. But, they were having a conversation, sort of, so that was improvement, right? "Uh...doesn't that hurt?" he asked, curiously.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 3:18 pm
"It hurts real bad, but I don't know exactly what to do about it. Do you?" Dahlia wanted to rub her raw shoulder, but she didn't want to touch the open gashes. It'd be too gross and she'd likely be tempted to look and then, well, blood and then passing out again.
"Where are we? And who are you?" she asked and watched his movements. He didn't act like he had anything to do with this. In fact, he looked as confused as she did, if not more. But he looked more content, too. More accepting of the circumstance. Did this happen a lot to him she wondered.
She looked around and all she saw was sand and water, and some jungle brush behind her. "Am I stuck in a nightmare? I thought this was a luxury cruise. And why was there so much shampoo?"
She flopped backwards into the sand, wincing immediately when her wounded arm hit not-so-gently. That was a bad idea.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 9:05 pm
To be quite honest, Melek had no idea how you were supposed to treat a shark bite. All he could think was that 'bleeding was bad' and they needed to clean up the blood. "Um...no, not exactly," he admitted. "Aside from washing it up, but uh...I think I'll wait to retrieve the soap until later, if that's okay?" He shot a look out to the water, looking for a fin among the floating bottles. That was a lot of bottles. Why was there so much shampoo?
Right, injured lady.
He turned back, aside from cleaning, then what when the blood was gone? "Um...maybe wrap it up in something?" The rapid-fire questions, while confusing for many, were actually making it easy for him to keep focus. "I'm not really sure where we are, but..." He held out his hand. "I'm Melek."
He looked back up the beach towards the place he'd left his things when he heard the scream. "If we don't wash that up now, we can try later if you'd feel better then. I found some stuff further up the beach. Food...there's fresh fruit if you're hungry? You must be tired after swimming so much. Swimming takes a lot of energy. I know this one time..." He stopped quickly, shaking his head. No, no, Melek, focus on the lady, not random stories.
"Err...sorry, nevermind. Um...do you need help?" He peered at her warily as she flopped back onto the sand, wincing in sympathy. That looked like it hurt. He moved towards her uninjured side, holding out a hand. "I can help if you need it?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:46 pm
The injured demoness fell under the care of the absent-minded angel. At the least, they had food and water from the supplies that washed up from the shipwreck. That meant they needed some kind of shelter while they tried to come up with a more long-term solution for their dilemma. It soon became clear that Melek had little clue of any advanced medical care, but he did his best to ensure that Dahlia's wound was washed clean and dressed to protect from the elements.
Neither would be going near the sea for some time, so the supply of fresh water they had found was quite precious.
Though he had little knowledge of what he was looking for or what to do with it, Melek refused any help from Dahlia in helping with the shelter situation, insisting she rest instead. The demon complied. The angel may have gotten lost once or twice, eventually finding his way back to the makeshift campsite with some broken palm fronds (upon which time he then remembered why he'd gathered them in the first place). The 'shelter' was shoddy at best...but he did what he could to at least get some cover beneath the fronds to shield them from the sun overhead. There was little to do then but tend to the wounded Dahlia.
Which she may or may not have indulged herself in...just a bit.
Luckily for the pair, help was on the way...if slowly. If not for their unfortunate early troubles, the days could have passed fairly swiftly. Dahlia's injury, coupled with the meager shelter wore on the pair. When the rescue ship arrived, the Avalon fairies found the couple exhausted and well past ready to get back to the safety and comfort of Telrunya City.
After the trip back to Telrunya, the pair spent a few days recovering and being tended to in the Fallassion Healing House before returning to their previous lives in Telrunya City. Though they had started as strangers, they had faced a momentous challenge together. Though he hadn't been all that adept, Dahlia had to admit that the odd angel had seemed to do his best to take care of her. At the same time, Melek had seemed to forget about his own troubles back home while focusing on someone other than himself. One didn't just go through such an ordeal with another and never see them again. Besides, they both lived in the City anyway...
*****
[FIN]
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