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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 2:46 pm
Akakios' section of the city was very different from the other generals' sections. Enormous trees grew out of the rock, their leaves a deep purple-green. Around the leaves of the tree, small orbs of white light, similar to Veon's Xeol, floated. The whole city had a much more pleasing and elegant look than the other sections. The buildings were a more curved shaped, instead of straight, geometric shapes. The cobblestone streets had strange silver patterns running down the middle of them. It was quite obvious that an elf had designed the city.
In one of the larger buildings, Menefer lay on top of a table, a serious Akakios pulling various instruments and items off of numerous shelves. The smoke from the many burning candles formed human shapes, all watching the elf work in eerie silence. Akakios worked in a frenzy, using both medical and spiritual healing. Still, the steadily decreasing heart rate of Menefer would not reverse itself. Infection was starting to spread in Menefer's leg, which Akakios worked to fight off. Then there was the loss of blood and Menefer's previous injuries. A race against time.
He summoned four new spirits, much larger than the ones he usually called. This move could be costly. Pumping too much magick ((spelled right? xD Is that the right form?)) into Menefer with his body in its current state could be fatal. Then again, if he didn't do it, Menefer might die anyway. He and the spirits laid their hands on Menefer. Closing his eyes, Akakios began chanting, Menefer's body beginning to glow white.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 4:55 pm
Lenor walked into the city. "If i know my parents, they aren't here. Oh well, might as well rest." Lenor then sat down and leaned against a building."
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Kill Romantic Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 12:43 pm
((and yes that is the right form. xd ))
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 5:33 pm
Veon slipped into the chamber, keeping as far away as to not disturb the rites Akakios was performing on Menefer. He watched silently without a word, his form now displaying the majestic man who had felled cities and had soldiers by the thousands who would die for him. Locking his feelings away, he was able to guard the two without breaking into tears.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 8:32 pm
After what felt like hours, the spirits slowly faded away. Akakios removed his hand and Menefer's body stopped glowing. Menefer's cuts had healed and the infection in his leg was gone. Exhausted, Akakios supported himself with the table. "You may enter, Veon," the elf panted, "Time will only tell now. Menefer's stubborn, he'll pull through, don't worry." He gave Veon a hopeful smile, "He'll be fine."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 10:39 am
"I am not stubborn..." Menefer mumbled, his eyes still closed. His body felt numb all over, which was a good deal better than enduring the pain he'd be feeling if Akakios hadn't anesthetised him. Menefer tried to open his eyes, but as lights flooded his vision, decided against it. "What the hell happened anyways?"
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Kill Romantic Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:04 pm
"Apparently you got beaten rather severly." A young man with sandy hair entered the room, smiling cockily. He turned to Akakios. "Would you happen to have any spare parts laying around? After that run in with Vulcan, the master could use...a hand." The man began to laugh at his own, admittably awful, pun. At seeing that no one else was laughing, and they were all looking at him strangely, the man pulled down his collar to reveal a swirling mark upon his neck, symbolixing that he was a puppet in the service of Hermant. "As soon as possible would be nice. He is of course willing to pay whatever price you ask." The man smiled.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:12 pm
"If your master needs a 'hand,' he is welcome to borrow something out of my personal cabinet...But he had better return it to me this time." Menefer lifted a hand over his eyes. The puppeteer had borrowed a number of his bodies before, and every time the cat-demon had gotten them back in pieces if at all. "He needs to not be so rough with my toys."
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Kill Romantic Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:19 pm
The sandy haired man smiled again. "Oh, I'm afraid you don't entirely understand. After that fire magick scorched his hand, he's been looking for a new one. This one will be used as his own...at least until he can make another. I'm sure you understand." He bowed. "If you could kindly lend me the key to your store room, I'd be glad to pick one out for him myself."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:32 pm
Menefer groaned. "Katah is guarding the key. As long as he's not still afraid of birds he can get it himself." He tried opening an eye under the darkness of his hand. "Oh... and tell Hermant there's a fresh one in there and he's not to touch it."
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Kill Romantic Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:46 pm
The sandy haired man licked his lips. "A...a fresh one you say? Well, i, uh, you see..." He breathed, trying to bring his baits under control. "May I ask whose it is?" He inquired, tapping his fingertips against each other.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:52 pm
"No you may not." Menefer said gruffly. "Now leave me puppet"
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Kill Romantic Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:56 pm
The man gritted his teeth, leaving the room, muttering something about prejudice against cannibals.
((w00t w00t for pointless filler))
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:41 pm
Veon walked over to Menefer, keeping close but not daring to place one of his shredded gloves on him. "You need to be more careful, Nef" he whispered in one of Nef's ears, "I can't stand to see you like that."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:44 pm
"See me like what, Tuna? Outrageously handsome? Toussled haired? Pouty lipped? " he whispered with a slight chuckle. The laugh sent him into a fit of coughs.
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