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Post by Bodhisattva on Sept 1, 2004 17:35:57 GMT -5
The werevamp turned around quickly before the newcomer caught sight of him. This mysterious creature looked a bit too worn-out to even notice his stare, but with his own rattled mind and from the front of the bar, he couldn't be too sure. Cosmos was only sitting at the front counter of the bar because the bartender wanted to know what had happened, and there was no use enveloping himself in shadow this time, everybody in the relatively empty bar knew he was there now. Nobody ever explained anything to the bartender. The werevamp didn't mind telling him the story too, it might as well have circulated around the tavern as fast as possible, and he had already told it to a few other people. Besides, he had time to kill now, and was reverting back to his original plan to not be there for the excitement.
"Heroic." Was all the bartender had to add.
Cosmos gave a swift nod as he took another large swig of the alcohol before him, finishing it off. Some drank to drown sorrows, others to get rid of old memories, and Cosmos, because he felt like it. He was especially partial to a nice Bloody Mary or a glass of fancy red wine.
"One more, please." He said politely, holding out his palm to the bartender, who, like the typical man who ran a bar, was lazily wiping off a glass.
"You've been at that routine fer an hour now, Mr. Vampiric-lycanthropic, y' sure you ain't the least bit woozy by now?" He turned around to look at the extended glove that had been held out to him, and upon seeing his pale cut skin beneath a horizontal tear, couldn't help but ask,
"What 'appened there, buddy? I'm sure it ain't the fire that did that."
Oh, that's right, he was still wearing those ripped gloves, and wasn't quite fully healed yet. Something about silver just messed with his regeneration abilities, the gashes had only recovered to a point where they weren't open anymore and didn't require fixing up.
"I hate to say it but I did this to myself and it was not the result of a heroic act. I just caught my palms on the barbed wire reinforcement of the walls. For someone like me pure silver is a harmful substance."
As Cosmos spoke, the bartender just smiled at him and poured the werevamp another drink, admiring how much of a heavyweight this creature was. He had worked up quite a tab, too.
"Well, even things like you make mistakes. By the way, y'know that man that just came in not too long ago? I ain't never seen him around here before."
Cosmos shook his head, and wondered why this man would expect him to know. He had an ear on the mysterious newcomer ever since they had come in, but if they didn't seem to notice him, then he wouldn't seem to notice them either.
"I do not know many people." He said, hoping that would be a good enough answer.
The bartender smiled again, apparently noticing how oddly open the werevamp was being without even knowing him. Creatures of the night with personalities like his were all the same sometimes. Especially one in a state of mine like his.
"I know somebody's already told ya this but you stay as long as you like, alright? That goes fer the rest of yer group that came in, especially that freind of yers you had to carry inta here."
Cosmos nodded slowly as he kept staring at the counter, sipping his drink this time. Normally he would have corrected the man, since none of them were his group, but all he really felt like doing was... Nothing. That's what he had come here to do, and by God he would do it. For a second he stared down at the drink before him, at where a reflection should have been. Then, in one movment, downed the whole thing as though he was angry at it.
He hadn't slept in days, one with a freelance job and a very liberated lifestyle like his never needs to follow a normal sleep cycle, and though he practically slammed his head down on the counter it was quite relaxing. That was an odd quality of his, the ability to be out like a light in a matter of seconds. He figured since everybody else was resting also, he might as well just hop on the bandwagon.
(OoC: Eeh, needed a way to pass the night so I just knocked Cos out. He's a hell of a good sleeper anyway. And don't worry, whoever posts after Rokuro is anybody's game now, since it did update on pretty much all of us.)
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Post by Raya Roksana on Sept 14, 2004 5:24:48 GMT -5
Raya was the first up, up even before the sun had put the slightest tint of it's golden light into the sky. She haden't had the best of rest, being to exited from all the events of the day, from getting lost to witnessing her first bit of magic. She huddled beneith her warm cloak and scuttled barefootedly to Rokuro's room. She knocked. No answer. Leyna must have gone to sleep. She opened the door a crack and peeped in. A smile spread across her face. Leyna had scooted her chair over and rested her head on Rrokuro's bunk. Sleep had finally gotten to her. She closed the door and headed downstairs. There was a little bit of a fire burning and she sat nearby, resting her chin on the table.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Sept 14, 2004 18:24:09 GMT -5
Across the room, right at that distant table towards the poorest lit edge of the room, the silver headed young Ryuakurei who’d sat himself there the previous night was still right in place, having never gotten up. Instead, he’d fallen asleep on the table, hunched forward, one arm stretched across it, while the other had curled beneath his chin. His head was angled at a slight, almost awkward tilt, while one ear pressed to the table; the other simply hanging midair from the side of his head. Some of his clothing was still damp, the rest dried right where it had been against his skin.
Even through a night’s sleep, he still looked worn and exhausted, perhaps even somewhat troubled, as his facial expression was not a relaxed one. He twitched on occasion, mainly his cheek and fingers, or perhaps the tip of his ear, and on rare occurrence, a very faint, almost inaudible whimper would come forth, followed by unintelligible mumbling. He remained in his unsettled slumber into the morning, until a sudden sneeze jerked his entire body awake.
As his chin slipped past his forearm and slammed into the table, he twitched and grunted, slowly lifting his head only inches from the wooden surface, and blearily cracked his eyes open no more than a sliver, peering around at the room, before eventually registering where he was. He was still right in the very chair, and by now his right arm had fallen asleep for so long it felt as if it no longer existed on his body. He couldn’t move his arm, nor his fingers, and couldn’t feel even the slightest touch to it, however could feel pain coursing through it, like a dull blade trying to cut through the length of his arm.
Seems his headache finally left though, but in its place he felt as if a cold had taken residence. A second sneeze proved that theory correct, and then a third, a slight sniffle soon coming, and then a bare finger coming up to rub beneath his nose. His facial expression had turned flat upon his conclusion, left hand eventually lowering only to hang with the grasp his fingers held on the end of a thin chain about his neck. He paid no heed to it for the time, and instead shifted in his seat with a quiet mutter, fighting off a yawn all the while. “Dear Nishiku, I do pray this does not result in my being suddenly bedridden...”<br>
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Sept 15, 2004 17:36:05 GMT -5
Almost as if having been swimming through dark waters for hours on end and finally breaking the surface, Rokuro felt himself coming back to consciousness. He sat up in his bed, covered in sweat, eyes wild and fearful. Noticing Leyna, he slid slowly from his bed and bolted through the door.
He didn't know or care how his clothes had changed, and he didn't bother getting his boots on. Hair in disarray, clothing dishevelled and eyes still wide and terrified, Rokuro stumbled down the stairs as fast as he could. He almost fell, but caught himself on the bar, and bumped heavily into Cosmos. He didn't stop, or pay attention to his surroundings, only went for the door.
Outside, in the slowly, methodically growing light he breathed heavily, standing in the shallow mud.
He looked around, as if searching for something, and staggered down the road a few paces. He breathed a word to himself, and dropped to his knees. His eyes were wide and glazed over, staring into nothingness.
Rokuro's arm twitched at his side.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Sept 15, 2004 18:16:17 GMT -5
In his mind was nothing but a relam of his standard of light sleep, which actually wasn't very light at all. The bar remained quiet as the whole place seemed to be at peace, at rest, without a single distraction from his well-deserved slumber. That is, until Rokuro plowed into him.
As sturdy as those bar stools were, Cosmos was surprised he didn't hit the ground harder. It jerked him from his rest quite harshly, something that never regularly happened to him, oftentimes when he actually slept for once it would be in the seclusion of his cathedral home or in a circumstance where nobody or no thing even dared disturb him. So, naturally, he was quite irked by his rude awakening, and for a few moments completely unaware of what had just happened.
But, when he bolted upright from his position on the floor, he only managed to let out the first half of an angry roar (despite his current form), since when he looked around fiercely, he saw nothing that had even the partial possibility of knocking him down. He sighed, along with the pounding headache beginning to come to his head, and casually picked up the bar stool that had fallen over along with him.
"Ya just missed 'im, buddy. That friend of yers."
Cosmos gave the bartender a groggy look, and it took a couple of seconds for him to realize that the whole place couldn't sleep after yesterday's events. He put a hand on his head slowly, his entire brain pulsing. This had to be a punishment of some sort.
"Tone it down please, will you?" The werevamp remarked, not yet noticing the bartender's worried face.
"He dashed outta here all scared-like, like he'd seen somethin'... Went straight out the door, he did."
Cosmos, finally noticing the bartender's concern, looked toward the door where Rokuro had gone. Though he didn't look it, in his mind he too was slightly worried. Barely even thinking, he walked towards the bar's exit at a normal pace, still with a jumbled mind and with an emotionless, almost apathetic face. Upon stepping a few feet out the door, he abruptly retreated into a shadow. It was nearly dawn, and an early-morning transformation couldn't have been more far way from his current mindset at that moment. Not to mention it would have made his headache worse.
Much to his discontent, there was Rokuro, looking quite frightened and useless, sitting there in the mud as if it were his own fear.
"I see you are awake." he said to the phased man loud enough for him to hear, not in a mocking tone, but in his normal half-monotone, with a little bit of his grogginess shining through.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Sept 15, 2004 19:30:20 GMT -5
Seeing Rokuro in such a fright Raya had jumped instanty out of her seat, knocking it over. She rushed to the door just a moment before Cos had lurked out, and stood looking curiously at the man sitting in the mud. She debated for a moment wether or not to go over to him after seeing him like that. Fo all she knew he could have a violent response. So she called out to him, "Rokuro?" She stood still with a twisted expression of worry on her face.
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Sept 16, 2004 19:39:40 GMT -5
He breathed raggedly, and turned his head slowly, his eyes filled with tears and fear. Not simply fear, but fear for the pair he stared at. He whispered the word again, his lower lip quivering.
"You both..." he managed, "should leave." He wasn't entirely sure they heard him. It was barely more than a whisper. That was it. If he could make them leave, and if he stayed behind, then maybe he could stall, or something.
The vision lingered in his mind. He had had prophetic dreams before, but he had never seen one so clear. Four. He was sure of the number now. There were four, varying in appearance. All had something in common, though. A marking, one of the only things he couldn't make out clearly. All on their hands, light in color, all identical. If he could see it more clearly...
They knew just how to deal with the two he stared at. He saw Cosmos in flames, and Raya, a bloody mess. His visions of himself terrified him even more, and not just because he was dead.
He had seen his right arm, or rather where it had been, a bloody stump.
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Post by EerieRo on Sept 19, 2004 21:45:56 GMT -5
EerieRo shifted on her seat ontop of the tavern roof were she had spent the night in the rain her eyes drooped a little from the hours she had spent on the roof.
She yawned a little and looked off into the pre-dawn light, for being a watcher she had a duty to stand watch that night and make sure that no more fire got loose from the storm.
She wished she had gone inside, but duty was a duty no matter what the term. She turned in place to loosen her back and poor wings which she still had tucked in her vest, she shoved her bag a little to the side when she heard a loud noise of the tavern door being slammed open, she leaned over the roof edge to look and there was a man siting in the mud, her ears twitched a little, and she sniffed the air as she so much did in times she was thinking, " odd whats going on, thats the guy from last night the magic user."
Her head turned to one side " he smells of fear is he ok?"
She leaned closer to the edge, then out of the corner of her eye she saw her bag was sliping off the edge of the roof, then in the dumbest moment of her life she grabbed for it but with its weight and the slick roof from the rain she and the bag slid right off the roof.
The ground lepted into her vision as she fell to the ground. And with a a smack she hit the ground right next to Rokuro, her face covered in mud she looked up,
" this is not a good start to a day" she said to herself sadly.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Sept 20, 2004 16:15:25 GMT -5
Never before had he seen Rokuro this scared, he had that kind of fear in his eyes that not even the werevamp's own victims had. This was a deep fear within the man's own mind, he could tell. The emotion came at such strength; it almost hit him physically instead of just being a sense. Why... Why are you so scared? Why, Rokuro? his thoughts cried desperately, but his appearance remained normal. He forgot the ever-rising sun as slowly he reverted to full lycan form and finally walked out from under the shadows, forgetting his booming and scrambled head. His expression, though still fairly dark, was now that of slight concern.
"You both... Should leave." the man managed to say, and Cosmos could remember the first times Rokuro had told him to bail out, the feeling of insignificance and weakness it made him feel, and despite the man's current condition, he sneered. His ambition and nearly protective spirit rose to a high pitch, and though he hated to be his angry monstrous self in this moment, couldn't control it.
"Whatever is coming, whatever it is you saw-" He stopped. Now was not the time to say such things. He took a moment to let his willpower kick in before speaking again.
"I will not leave and let this town die after we put through such an effort to save it. Well... You did, but, in any case, I am not going to stand and watch as the newscast in the city reports yet another catastrophe in a place where I could have stopped it. You... You can leave if you'd like…" He turned to Raya, the ambition of letting nothing passed him burning in his eyes. “As can you, but I… I will stay and fight. Do you hear me?!”<br>
After his little speech, his ears picked up a very peculiar sound, and directly after that, the source of that peculiar sound fell straight into the mud. But, he ignored it, for now anyway, his was feeling much too serious to deal with a little clumsy beast right now.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Sept 22, 2004 20:55:13 GMT -5
Having watched Rokuro burst out the door, then Raya and Cosmos follow out after him, a slight blink came of a pair of bleary emerald eyes, traced in scarlet at their pupils. The princely young Ryuakurei to own them slowly lifted upright from his backwards slouch, soon leaning forward over his table and putting some of his weight on his usable elbow, having released the ring he awoke clutching in his hand. After a twitch or two of his ears, he gave a slight sniff, as well as a throat clearing, and slowly pushed himself out of his seat, leaving his cloak on the back of the chair.
He took perhaps a step or two, before pausing, right arm dangling from his pain ridden shoulder, while his hand slowly lifted, a sudden sneeze jerking his form roughly forward. He sniffed again, rubbing beneath his nose, and eventually started on the move again, making his way for the door in slow, heavy strides. He could have gone faster than he did, however he went at that pace for the sake of testing his legs and his balance. So far, it didn’t seem too horrid. He’d yet to trip, however nearly stumbled as he was about to pause in the door.
There he leaned, peering around at the three gathered, all the while trying to massage the blood flow back into his right arm. He offered but a studious glance to each, as had become his habit, and as he finished his single, brief cycle, he began to shift his attention to Rokuro, until the strange child he’d seen the previous night stirred, then fell off the roof to face plant right into the mud. An idle blink came as his mind processed what just happened, and he soon perked his brow, still massaging the half dead appendage protruding out of his right shoulder as his eyes eventually shifted back to where they’d intended to in the first place.
The first thing he noticed, even with his dulled sense of smell due to his cold, was that familiar scent of fear. He could gather that something apparently was disturbing the man, though with his less than fully operational senses and mental functions, he’d not even the faintest inkling what exactly was going on. It was more or less curiosity that dragged him from his seat, and so here he was, leaning against the doorframe in silence, taking the role of a simple observer again, and only breaking his silence with the occasional throat clearing, or sneeze.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Sept 24, 2004 15:01:37 GMT -5
"You both..." Rokuro muttered, "should leave." Raya looked a bit startled. How was she to leave if she didn't know where to go. She took a step back, the mud gushed between the toes on her bare feet, a smooth and tickling sensation that reminded her of the years when she was still a child. She looked nervously at Cosmos, hoping for some sort of understanding as to why Rokuro was acting like this. Suddenly The man started shouting at Rokuro. Raya winced as he turned to yell at her, she was quite flustered and took another step back towards the door. Now what? She turned to walk inside, and at the door the face of that tall silver-haired man she had seen earlier that night. He had scarlet eyes, strange ears, but yet was rather atractive. She muttered trying to get his attention, "Excuse me, Sir."
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Sept 27, 2004 18:31:03 GMT -5
Tears streamed from his eyes. This man he didn't even know, surrounded by a light that should have been warm and welcoming, was paler than usual, looking as if his body had been drained with his soul. He had gone insane, before dying in agony and fear.
The little one wasn't in his vision, per se, but he did see small limbs lying in a pool of blood.
Rokuro shook, and slowly stood. He was surprised by their responses to his actions. Why should he be? His senses began to come back, and he realized how foolish he had been to tell them to leave. Of course they wouldn't. They wouldn't just believe him, he was sure none of them even trusted him. The idiots should listen! He walked quickly over to Cosmos, and grabbed him by the arm, forcing the large man to face him.
"I'm. NOT. Joking. Cosmos," he said through clenched teeth. His face softened and turned to sadness. "Or you're going to die. All of you are," His voice became quiet. "All of you..."
"Please... Please leave," He suddenly realized they must want an explanation. He hadn't been thinking. "I saw something... THere are four, I think. And if we don't get away from them, we are all going to die."
He was too hysterical to explain well. They were coming, and they were close.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Sept 27, 2004 19:38:46 GMT -5
((You guys, this is getting awesome, and I just wanted to take some time to thank you all for sticking with the site for so long. We may not exactly be able to use the word "prosper" in terms of the site's growth, but in my eyes, we have prospered.))
That hard look still burned strong in his eyes in an uncontrolable matter, and he hated to do it, he hated to look that way, just seeing Rokuro there still made him feel guilty for being so harsh towards the man. Still, when Cosmos had a point to get across, he was damn well going to get it across. That is unless, of course, somebody breaks through his anger, that pure aspiration that courses through his veins along with the arenaline rush of tension. Apparently Rokuro knew this monster well enough to know what broke those bounds, that or he was just lucky.
Grabbing somebody by the clothes is Cosmos language for 'I'm getting serious', and as Rokuro gave him that stern tug that knocked his eye level nearly half a foot down, he began to see how truly dire this situation was. This man even had the nerve... No, the courage, to grab him so forcefully, and that just had to be saying something. But still, he kept that sneer, that horrid angry sneer that revealed his rows of vicious ivory teeth and gave a good reminder that even though his thinking was that of much more sophistication and sense than that of a normal lycan, inside him still raged a monster of a werewolf.
Even the clenched-teeth look Rokuro gave him didn't help to further break the crack in his anger. It was the next statement, the one that said all of them, all of them, would fall to their deaths. Normally, he'd fall into denial, doubting the situation further and continuing his yelling rampage, all in an attempt to assure himself that another death wasn't anywhere near, but this time, this time was much different. Too different. Just the way Rokuro looked, that sadness in his eyes, the tone of his voice, it didn't take a vampiric sixth sense to figure out that he was being cold, dead honest.
The werevamp's eyes shot wide open, and he took a few steps back as though Rokuro's words had hit him physically. His breathing became heavy, and he didn't try to control it. He didn't care anymore if anybody saw him like that, wide-eyed and fear-stricken, looking down to the ground desperately.
"I saw something..." Rokuro said just as Cosmos was recovering from his pure shock. "There are four, I think. And if we don't get away from them, we are all going to die."
No... Not again, why did he have to say it again? But this time in his shocked stupor, he looked to the sky for an answer. The sky, far beyond the clouds and stars, where his God supposedly lay. The one single God that had cursed him not once, but twice, yet he still believed, he still had faith in. He didn't know what else to believe, as he stared at the bluest patch of sky he had seen in years, praying, in his mind, that this all wasn't true, this wasn't happening, he was still face down on the tavern counter dreaming. He didn't even know what was coming, even his type of thinking couldn't fully piece together Rokuro's vague explanation. Maybe he should leave, maybe he should run away... No, a voice told him, he shouldn't do that. Remember who you are, Bodhisattva Usuyami. You were given that name for a reason, take your opportunity to put it to use. Yes, he said in response, yes, I will, I will live up to my name!
His breathing was still a bit rough, but emotionally, he had made a full recovery. That same ambition from before, that same ambition that had fueled him countless times, began to build up once again. Not wasting much time to take in a deep breath, he gave his biggest indication that he too was being dead serious, that he too meant every word he said. The howl he let out in that moment was as if he put all he ever was into one single proclamation to the sky. But, instead of speaking to Rokuro, he spoke to the patch of blue above him, not caring how the sunlight hurt his eyes, all it did was just bring out the fires of his spirit that blazed within.
"I don't care what is coming, I don't care if you say I am going to die once again, and furthermore God, I will do whatever it takes to save this place. Though small and secluded, if nobody stops this so-called four, they will just work themselves further towards the shore, and if nobody does anything about it, this world, the world in which we all have learned to live in will be shrouded in a larger darkness than ever before. And I for one, o Lord, if you even exist, will not stand for it!"
He too was hysterical, with a kind of ambition insanity that showed in his very being. But he didn't care, at this point nothing would stop him, and nothing, even if it could kill him, would get in his way. Pulling his blade from within his coat and holding it to the sky, he roared powerfully, his way of saying that he was ready to face this upcoming challenge.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Sept 27, 2004 21:42:06 GMT -5
(*nods in agreement* This is getting good, each post more fun to write than the last as it keeps going. This is just one of those times I'm glad I'm as stubborn as I am, as if not for that, and my insatiable love for rp, I may have disappeared shortly after I'd joined. *smirks* But, here I am, still going, and this is probably the longest post for me to have written here, though it sadly is slightly rushed, due to my time limit, and some points may not make sense. If this is the case, I must apologize in advance.)
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Still standing in the door, sick, and as lost as ever, the royal chaos dragon found himself seeming somewhat out of place as he remained a simple observer. He sniffed on occasion, managed to hold back a few sneezes, and kept from right out coughing by making attempts to quietly clear his throat. If not for Raya’s voice, he would have stayed in idle poise, however when she spoke, a blink or two brought his half blurred vision back into focus, scarlet traced emeralds shifting down upon the lass, and only half an inquisitive grunt came forth before Rokuro spoke again, which brought his feet to pause where they were originally shifting to allow Raya to pass.
He first turned his head to look at the man again, before those eerily shaded irises flickered to Cosmos, then back. Though he normally may have found himself in some form of denial as well upon what Rokuro had been saying, something about what his physical senses registered kept telling him that not even the slightest fragment of what he was saying was false. Those lengthy ears could hear the tone of sincerity rather well, while the scent of fear, and what he’d seen took away more of whatever possible reason he would have had to rest his mind in a sense of disbelief.
If what Rokuro saw was enough to drive him into temporary madness, then that alone was enough to make the platinum haired Ryuakurei consider the genuineness of the situation presented. Apparently they were all under some sort of threat, and though the details were still well in the dark, he could at least understand that any one of them to remain in this place would be in dire risk of confiscated life.
Death... That idea disturbed him little, for in his mind, he had died a long time ago. To him, what was walking now was nothing more than an empty shell of what he once had been, simply carrying on what neared further and further towards a useless search while in his own exile, and he felt it would make little difference if he were to die somewhere along the way. About the only thing to keep him going now was a promise he’d made to someone a long time ago. –Someone who’d become the piece of his heart that no longer existed; that piece taken and rent asunder when that someone had been taken away from him.
...so death looms above all of our heads here... including myself... And according to word it will be inevitable should we remain here... ‘Twould be my liberation from this plane, where I am of little use anymore... However...
...If I were to remain, where I would have less chance of fighting against it... How would I face her in the Spirit Realm? She is the reason I continue to fight; the reason I still—
The sound of Cosmos’ howl jarred the sickly prince from his deeper thoughts, silver adorned head lifting slightly to peer over, while his mind still mulled over the current situation. Those lengthy black ears protruding from the sides of his head twitched with the man’s words all the while, and upon the final roar to resound from that lupine throat, the draconic sonars ceased their shifts, returning to rest at normal poise, and the other worldly shades of red and emerald shifted back to the ground a few more moments, before the prince’s mind resurfaced from its contemplation.
He’d come to the decision that it would be best to relocate for the time and try to gather as much additional information on what threatened them as would be possible, for if they did relocate, it would buy them time, though how much he could not calculate. He preferred to work carefully; know his opponent before he went onto the offensive, as in doing so he had better chance of emerging as the victor. In regards, he would have spoken up, however still felt he had little place to speak and so remained silent.
Instead, he blinked back at Raya a moment, finally remembering what he’d originally been doing, and finished stepping aside to allow the girl passage, now shifting to lean against the open door. At the same time, he gathered that nasty sort of itch/clog sensation in the back of his throat, preparing his air passages to try and force it out quietly, until it suddenly shifted with an inward breath, forcing him into a harsh fit of ragged coughing.
With his weakness to illness, it was worse than it should have been, as after spending enough time pressing his hand over his mouth and hacking almost dryly, he began to slowly double over, pressing his once immobile arm across his solar plexus, the general area of which had begun to hurt from the constant inward convulses, while his throat, becoming more and more raw, began to sting vengefully. Eventually, a sudden splatter of blood erupted into his bare palm from the confines of his throat, at which point he finally fell quiet and still again, save for heavy breathing from the needed oxygen he couldn’t get just a minute or so earlier.
His face had contorted miserably while he lifted his hand away from his mouth, daring not to swallow as he continued to pant quietly, should that simply aggravate his throat, and he slowly shifted his attention down to his palm, staring at the crimson fluid splattered against the seemingly delicate skin. His slightly dampened brow furrowed, slit pupils narrowing within their red-emerald depths, and his fingers twitched, slowly lifting back up, where they stopped just millimeters from the thin trail of blood that ran down from the corner of his lip.
The nasty reminder of his cold and what it could do to him brought him to think again, eyes once again focused on his blood spattered palm, while he went into silent debate on his original decision, and whether or not it would be wise to travel in his current condition, which would surely deteriorate further before getting any better. After a short few moments, his face twitched, a certain realization slapping him in the face. He’d need a little more information before he could really make a good decision.
With that in mind, he slowly lifted his head, avoiding clearing his throat too forcefully, and closed the palm splattered in blood, shifting his attention once more to Rokuro. “These... four beings you have seen... in your... premonition... Have you any knowledge whether they will target just us, or will they also target the surrounding area, and those within it...?” His voice came in a low, weak croak as he spoke, and started to strain towards the end of what few words he used, as if he were trying to keep from breaking into additional fits of coughing. For now, that was all he’d ask, as at the moment, it was the only information he needed.
(Edit: Added a small bit to the end of the post, since it seems the thread may have been dying because of me.  ; *slowly slinks apologetically into a corner* But, hopefully this tiny bit will spur it up again... if I did it right. -.- If I only made it worse, feel free to ignore me like everyone else does. I can guarantee that I'm used to it, and so is Iae-san.)
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RokuroNanashi
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I made a promise, once. Keeping it is a selfish matter sometimes.
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Oct 16, 2004 14:40:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Aww, don't worry about it Kai-chan. It's about time I got off my lazy ass anyway. I posted kind of recently, but it was two away so I can get away with it... Anyway, don't worry so much.)
(BIC:)
He looked at them all, somehwat desperate for at least one of them to listen to him. Cosmos's reaction hadn't exactly helped calm him down.
He heard the low, sickly voice. “These... four beings you have seen... in your... premonition... Have you any knowledge whether they will target just us, or will they also target the surrounding area, and those within it...?” It was a good point. He still hadn't explained anything. He took a deep breath and moved away from Cosmos.
"I didn't see any real damage to the area... I didn't see anyone dead... Except for us, anyway," he whispered. Rokuro was still sort of reeling from the idea that Cosmos was religious. It seemed strange. Rokuro himself believed in earthen energies, the flows and power of the things around him. How could he not? He had felt and seen it. It couldn't be called a religion exactly...
Either way, Cosmos seemed dead set on stopping the four, even if it meant doing it himself. He tried to think... There was Cosmos, and Raya, the little one, the sickly stranger, and himself. He wasn't sure what the other three were capable of, so it was hard to rely on anything. Cosmos and he wouldn't be enough by themselves, and... They were in the darklands, maybe it wasn't too far. He tried to map out what he knew of the Darklands, and where it might be... His thoughts were still jumbled, and he kept seeing the same thing over and over.
"I... I don't think they'll do anything too bad if we aren't here. Cos... I don't think anything will happen if we leave."
He was lying to some degree. It didn't look like the damage would be too horrible... There would at least be a handful of survivors.
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; *slowly slinks apologetically into a corner* But, hopefully this tiny bit will spur it up again... if I did it right. -.- If I only made it worse, feel free to ignore me like everyone else does. I can guarantee that I'm used to it, and so is Iae-san.)