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Post by EerieRo on Aug 11, 2004 14:19:11 GMT -5
As EerieRo sat on the floor wating for the blow that never came, then out of the silents Cos spoke but she didn't realy hear him from the shock of hearing his voice. She was frozen for a min. and turned to look at him but saw he was gone! She looked franticly around and saw he was leaving the tavern, "no fight?! I'm ok....." With that she floped onto her butt, then his word came to her "FIRE!". She sniffed the air and sure enuff there it was smoke, "what do I do?" she thought, "I know I'll help, cuz I can't let these people get hert its my duty to help!" With that in mind she shot up and sneeked out the door, "good thing i'm so short" she thought with a smile. As she neared the gate she could see and smell the fire the worst. When she got to the gate wall, she as last time scampered up the wall to the top, neatly avoiding the wire on top. *sniff* as she crouched there she smelt BLOOD! She looked down onto the wire and say a bit of blood driping on it even in this rain storm. Removing her hat so the rain started to run down on her face, "someones hert, and I'm going to help", and with that she jumped down onto the ground and rushed off into the direction of the blaze
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Post by Raya Roksana on Aug 16, 2004 11:27:56 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it, Miss Raya. It'll be fine, I promise." Raya blinked, still abit startled by the fire. She watched him as he went over to that man and spoke to him a moment, then left. The shady man followed. Now what? Should she wait here, or follow Rokuro? Surely he wouldn't want her following him into that fire. But she also wanted to make sure he stayed out of danger. The small girl also skittered out the door. That's it! She was going too. She unbuckled her belt, not wanting her ocarinas or penny whistle to be harmed, and left it. Outside smoke drifted over the wall, so she untied the green bandana in her hair, rolled up her sleeves and held it over her mouth. She could see Rokuro's figure framed by a bright flaming light at the open gate and she rushed to follow him.
(OOC: on vacation won't be able to post until thursday. k? OK! ^___^)
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Aug 21, 2004 1:27:33 GMT -5
So they followed. Well, they don't seem to have any ideas here, so let's see what I can do. He thought. Raya had a scarf over her mouth. That was probably a good idea, but he didn't want to try and find something for his mouth, and didn't think it would matter in a minute or so. To say the least, he was thankful for the rain. The ground was getting muddier. Rokuro reached into the pouch at his hip, and took out five flat stones, all brown and lusterous. He rushed to imbed them in the increasingly muddy ground in various spots. Five points that formed a star. Rokuro thrust his index and middle finger into the star's center, then replaced the middle with the small finger, then replaced the index with the ring. Concussion ripped through the ground, knocking him back. The dirt and mud beneath him blasted forward towards the burning trees. Mud splattered against trees, smothering some of the flames. "First wave." He lifted his right thumb to his mouth and bit hard, forcing his thumb to bleed. He ran blood over his left arm in varying symbols and patterns. "Une maszgika gudea en dningirsura! Igi muniduam eani duba munadu eninnu mebi galgallaam!" He thrust his left hand palm-down onto the ground, as trees began to pull beaneath the earth's surface. The fire was mostly in a single, smaller spot now. The rain became a heavy downpour, another effect of the blood-seal technique. Water began to fill the hole formed by the flame-ridden trees being dragged below. "Zi dingir kia kanpa!" Water tore up out of the pits, splashing into the trees, changing direction, splashing against others. Greasy black smoke billowed into the sky, darkening what little light was still visible through the clouds. Rokuro stood before the smoking, blackened trees. He turned to Raya. "See? Told you," he huffed. He began to walk towards Cosmos, as he fixed his eyes on the werevamp. His eyes blurred, and he stumbled, and slumped to the ground beneath the beating rain a few feet from Cos's boots. (OOC: The original words in the spell are random Sumerian words, but I'd like to note that the last part translates to "Spirit of the earth, remember." I do a lot of study on this crap.)
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Post by Bodhisattva on Aug 21, 2004 2:18:56 GMT -5
Cosmos never moved from the top of the fence, even when he heard the other two coming up from behind him. He was expecting them to come anyway, he knew curiosity would get the best of them eventually. In his own mind he confessed that he too was standing on top of that fence like an alley cat, flattening the barbed wire protection he had hurt himself on, because of curiosity. The bleeding had stopped but the gashes were still there and stinging somewhat, and he couldn't help but feel stupid for not noticing that wire earlier. Instead of a matter of minutes this would take hours to heal, and he'd actually have to get bandages around his hands, not to mention new gloves...
He watched Rokuro with a look of interest, getting a very good view from his post on the fence. He had realized by this point that there was more to that man then met the eye, but he never really was stunned or surprised by Rokuro's performance. He had seen a lot of various types of magic and powers in his years, and the only exposure he'd ever really had to things like that were the people he'd hunter for abusing such power. Still, he wasn't one to stereotype, and despite his what was almost an aversion to magic, he admired Rokuro's bravery. When he saw the man coming back, he leapt off the fence, landing naught but a couple feet behind Raya. He would have crossed his arms along with the friendly yet still incredibly dark smile he gave Rokuro, but decided not to, lest he hurt his hands more. Though slightly less expected, Cosmos had made somewhat of a prediction that Rokuro would pass out before him. Not even the best craft-users and mages in the land could do something like that and not be at least half worn out. His facial expression faded back into his partially emotionless look, knowing that at this point the smile was useless. It was a bit too soft for his liking, in fact, any positive look that wasn't that maniacal grin of his was too soft from him. He looked down upon Rokuro as if he wasn't concerned at all, then casted his gaze toward Raya. "We'd best get him back inside." he said calmly. "I happen to require a little fixing up myself." As he said this, he showed her the two deep cuts that ran across the palms of his hands.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Aug 21, 2004 22:22:51 GMT -5
(ooc this may be difficult to type seeing that I'm being harrased by my-uncle-selfdeclared brother-adoptive father. Lol don't even ask Xav.) Raya's eyes opened wide at Rokuro's display of magic. She had never witnessed such a thing before. Where she came from, before she stumbled through the woods to this eerie place, there was no such thing as "magic". It was a thing that existed only in fairy tales. Was that where she had stumbled, into a fairy tale? Perhaps she was still on that cursed stuffy train, sleeping. Drifting through a nightmare, prehaps a dream. She stood eye's wide in wonder, then winced at the sting of pounding rain. The Hair stood up on the back of her neck, and she turned to face that man that gave her the creeps. She jumped back startled, there was a smile on his face as he looked at Rokuro. The young man she had met at the Tavern turned to face her and with the slightest bit of a grin spoke, "See? I told you." He hobbled a bit the collasped. Raya stumbled over and plopped herself beside him, splattering mud everywhere. Not knowing the slightest bit about magic, she propped his head up and wiped a bit of muck from it with her sleeve. Now what? Would he be okay? Hopefully... "We'd best get him back inside." Raya's thoughts were interupted ans she turned to the man. "I happen to require a little fixing up myself." She winced at the cuts on his hands. "Here," She nodded at Rokuro, "Could you help me with him? I can't carry him myself."
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Aug 23, 2004 11:57:14 GMT -5
(And now come I to hop in. *blinks* ...Kinda late, I might add.) __________________________________________________________________
Off to the side, perhaps by a couple yards, a tall, mostly shadowed form stood, facing the wall, while the upper half had been twisted about to peer back at the forest the young Ryuakurei had just emerged from. There he’d stood the entire time, seemingly helpless, as he had nothing of use at his disposal that would have done anything to stifle the flame, and he watched Rokuro execute what appeared to him as a rather complex technique. A very slight emerald flicker came of the eerily shaded orbs within his ocular sockets, scarlet traced irises slowly turning to the bunch that had gathered out here in response to the lightning that struck just behind him.
He would have been completely unseen, however the cloak he wore did well to prevent him from visual stealth, as that teal lining flickered in a constant pulse, glow shifting as though marking his heartbeat, which was unusually calm for what had just happened. As he stood, another flicker of white ripped across the sky, which lit his lithe form where it had positioned itself, a moment following, the ensuing crack of thunder echoed through the air.
In that brief moment that the area had been fully lit, he could easily be seen, and for anyone with the ability for studious glance, much information could have been gathered. The lengthy bits of silver that trailed down to his thighs were soaked, chin length bangs clinging to his fair, flawless countenance, and his tunic hung heavily from his shoulders, clinging to his lean chest and the ring normally hidden within its folds. On his face rested a very neutral look, red-emerald eyes soon turning to rest in the direction he’d originally been going, while his torso twisted back to correct itself, a lengthy black ear offering a twitch, which sent a few drops of water back into the air.
“...Seems the situation has been taken care of well enough without me. How useless I can be.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets as the velvet tones of his deep voice formed the words he spoke, the very faintly accented statements coming as though nothing more than an idle thought, before a booted foot lifted to continue his stride along and towards the doors. Another twitch of his ears came, however, and he abruptly paused after no more than three steps, silver topped head turning back to peer at Raya and Rokuro almost inquisitively.
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Post by EerieRo on Aug 23, 2004 15:29:15 GMT -5
As she jumped the fence and ran into the derection of the fire, looking around EerieRo scrambled up a tree for a better view of the blaze. Then out of the corner of her eyes she say Rokuro, *snifff* "Magic.... a craft users art", thinking this she tilted her head slightly as she watched. When it was all over she say Him stumble over to Cos and the girl and collasped into the muddy ground below. "Well this is a fine mess, what am I to do now I could offer help...... but would they want it?", thinking this the shy and the air cracked with lighting and thunder. Squinting her eyes from the bright light it made she say moveing around the wall of the town, she slid down from the tree to see what this could be, "is it some one hert, or a passer by?" *sniff* "They don't smell to healthy to me" with that she slinked closer to this stranger for a better look.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Aug 23, 2004 20:54:21 GMT -5
Cosmos nodded to Raya, not really willing to lift Rokuro's unconscious body since things like that weren't really his style, and he wanted to be delicate on his hands, but he knew he had to do it anyway. He knew perfectly well the girl was being true to her word. Effortlessly, he picked up Rokuro and carefully slung the man over his shoulder. Cosmos sighed as he straightened his posture, making sure Rokuro's weight did the least stress on his back, though it wouldn't have done much in the first place. Just then, the whole area became shrouded in light for naught but a split-second, and thunder's mighty roar echoed across the forest. He thought nothing of it, since he had turned his back on the woods, and couldn't notice the two curious creatures that happened to be just a few yards away. But, in a few seconds he did notice them, his ears perked up apparently detecting the sounds of movement. He thought nothing of it, but still would keep an ear on whatever was behind him, you never really could trust anything in the Darklands. He knew that Eerie and the Ryuakurei (of course he has no idea who they are at the moment) would follow Raya and him anyway, and he could encounter them later. Right now all he wanted to do was treat his own idiotically self-caused wounds and put this damn human down. His upright pose with an unconscious man slung over his shoulder was just too... Caring, for the likes of something like Cosmos. He sighed, hoping to get this segment over soon, as he turned to Raya. "Alright, where to?" He asked, hoping she'd know a good place to go. "If you don't know then I'll just haul this guy back to that tavern; they at least trust people somewhat there." That statement was spoken in a surprisingly casual tone, the werevamp's dark aura often weakened in typical situations like this one that he'd been caught in the middle of.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Aug 23, 2004 21:16:27 GMT -5
Those red-emerald eyes rested in watch as Cosmos hefted the limp human over his shoulder, then turned to head back, oculars soon offering a slight blink with the sense of another presence nearby. The young prince’s ears twitched again, eyes swiveling slowly within their sockets, where they soon fell upon the curious youngster who’d edged herself nearer for a better look. As his pupils focused on her, the emerald of his irises flickered slightly, while his mind gathered what information he needed of her, a slight, tired smirk crossing his face before he turned back to his original path.
A single, quick chuckle escaped his throat towards her, form lifting somewhat upright, and his feet shifted into motion once again, stepping heavily towards the gate he’d been headed for before compelled to pause minutes ago. Indeed, he would be following Raya and Cosmos back into the tavern, however more inadvertently than anything else, as that’d been his destination all along.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Aug 27, 2004 12:15:36 GMT -5
Raya stood up, covered from the knees down in muck. She nodded. "Yes, to the tavern." besides the fact that she had left everything she owned there, she didn't know any other place in these lands. She was completely lost as she had mentioned to Rokuro earlier. She smiled at Cosmos, "Thank you, sir." She was just about to follow him when she remembered the little girl. Where had she gotten to? She looked around peering into the wood. In a flash of lightning she saw to two figures clearly. A tall handsom looking man, with long silver hair and funny looking ears on top of his head. And there was the little girl too. She paused glancing for a moment. Perhaps they knew eachother from some place or another. She turned back and quickly followed Cosmos.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Aug 28, 2004 22:03:43 GMT -5
"Yes, to the tavern." Raya had responded surprisingly fast. He began to head back to the tavern with the unconcious Rokuro still over his shoulder, and he was about used to the gashes in his hands. The bleeding had nearly stopped by now, and thanks to his glove, though also torn, he didn't get anything on the man he was carrying. It really wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway, thanks to all of the mud, water, and muck he had fallen in. Cosmos knew what was in order, most likely a washing of the clothes and a stern bathing, knowing the owner's wife in that tavern and all of her damn consideration, and he decided he wanted nothing to do with it. Though, he would have to get that coat cleaned, and he much prefered a cleaners in the city. As for his new gloves, he knew a very splended tailor, and... But now was not a good time for thinking about ways of getting one's threads just the way they liked them. At Raya's comment, he turned around, slightly surprised. He wasn't used to being thanked, and he never expected it, and pretty much the only ones polite enough to ever call him something along the lines of "sir" were fellow vampires. He sighed and turned around, remembering that not all the world was posessed by the stupidity demon. Lightning flashed again but just as the last time, it never crossed his mind. Behind him still were the sounds of movement, and now he had enough focus on what was behind him to actually feel the two creatures' presence. Still, he pretended not to notice, or not to be effected by it at least, and just continued walking. As soon as his ears picked up Raya catching up to him, he spoke again. "By the way... Please, call me Cosmos." 'Sir' was a bit too classy for him, despite his slight amount of vampiric sophistication.
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Post by EerieRo on Aug 29, 2004 14:47:05 GMT -5
EerieRo stood there as the rest of the group walk back into the town, thinking, "Well I guess I should be going back in too", shaking the water out of her hair. "And I realy need to dry this clothing off, and dry my wings out" Saying that she shited her wings she had hidden in her vest top to prevent them geting stiff from the cold rain. Reaching down and takeing off her sandals, and pulling off her socks, she tromped back into town behind the rest of the group heading for the tavern, and a nice warm fire to dry off by. "and a bit to eat!" that thought drifted into her mind and she tromped along, she smiled at that thought.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Aug 29, 2004 16:56:48 GMT -5
The chaotic prince kept his pace in tow with that of Raya’s and Cosmos’, however his position was a good few yards back, almost as though showing he was simply taking his time. In essence, he was, head lifted as his eyes scanned around the area. He had a habit for taking in as much of his surroundings as he possibly could, for he knew that within the future even the tiniest tidbit of information he gathered could end up being of use. Even though his vision was somewhat obscured by the falling rain, he seemed little bothered by that fact, as he occasionally paused a moment and squinted slightly, before turning right back to where he’d been going.
By this time, he was starting to feel somewhat cold from the water drenching his clothing, however he never showed it, hands still stuffed into his pockets as his feet carried him where they would. About the only thing about the storm to disturb him, even in the least, was the noise of the thunder, every violent crack yanking his ears upward and stiff a few moments, before they’d settle back to their normal poise. After awhile, he eventually reached up to massage at one of the hypersensitive appendages, half a grimace on his face as he did so, and inwardly cursing what keen hearing the gods had endowed him with.
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Aug 31, 2004 2:15:48 GMT -5
OOC:*cracks his neck* I know I'm godmoding some on this, but I wasn't gonna let you guys take forever with individual posts. Plus I just had a though, and a few whole conversations about it. ...If Rokuro is soaked, and dirty, and unconcious.... How's he get into warm clothes so as not to uh.... catch something and get a little more dead? Doctors don't have to worry, lucky for everyone. BIC: Raya shoved open the door to let Cosmos through the door. The werevamp had switched to his vampire form to allow himself room to fit into the doorway while carrying the unconcious Rokuro, his undead strength more than enough to lift the young man. "Get the owner," he said tersly to Raya. She nodded, and ran off. When she returned with the plump man in tow, looking worried, Cosmos asked suddenly, "He got a room, right?" "Aye, he did before the fire. What 'appened?" "I'll explain after. We need a place to put him." "Right, follow me. I'll get the town's healer to take a look at 'im." With that the plump owner grabbed a key-one of the few more modern things around here-and went up the steps. Cosmos and Raya followed closely. As the door opened, the werevamp slid off Rokuro's soaked coat and placed him on the bed as gently as he felt he could manage. ~~ The healer exited Rokuro's room smiling pleasantly. "He's fine, just exhausted. Let him rest a bit and he'll be fine. I got him into some of his extra dry clothes, we don't want him to catch something in a weakened state. I'll be leaving then." "Thanks, Wess," said the owner. Leyna, Raya and the owner's wife peered in at him. As the plump, older woman moved away to follow her husband, the two younger girls entered. Without them even realizing, Cosmos stood behind them. The werevamp frowned. "I will be in the bar. Tell me when he wakes up," he mumbled, and disappeared out the door. Leyna stepped closer, and took a look at the man. He slept soundly, and silenty. She brushed some of his hair out of his face gently. Raya only stood, still a bit stunned from what she had seen. It was impossible. Magic? Just fairy tales, she thought. She had told those tales a thousand times, but rarely believed in them. She shook herself out of her stupor, and regarded the somewhat older girl next to the bed. "Uh, I'm going down to the bar, and then I'll just head to sleep. Do you mind keeping an eye on him, miss?" Leyna shook her head. "No, I suppose not." Apparently, Leyna was surprised at what had happened too, though she had at least seen magic before. She hadn't, however, witnessed Rokuro's blood seal technique, or anything else, only seen movement, and the fire's demise through a window. Only heard what happened while Cosmos explained to the owner and healer. Raya went for the door, and turned back to see Leyna sitting in a chair next to the bed. She grinned in spite of herself and left. ~~ Blurred shapes. One was yellow. The other, darkest black, more intense though so voided of all color and light. Familiar... The black shape lifted him. They were auras... They peirced through his unconcious state. Cosmos... Raya... Something even clearer. Not auras, and shapes, but memory, or dream. He couldn't tell which. He was strapped down. Couldn't move. There were two people, one on each side. His mother held his left hand, sobbing. There were people watching through windows. Wind swirled, though they were inside. His right arm was placed on something large, and cold. His arm didn't stay still, though he wanted it to. He tried to make it stop moving. He tried, but it wouldn't stop. Things all around the dark room were smashed. A second piece went on top of the first, covering his arm. This one seemed cold too, for a moment. It wasn't. Searing pain tore through his arm, making him scream in agony. His mother sobbed, and held his other hand tightly. The large man swore loudly, but didn't stop what he was doing. Rokuro kept screaming, a noise that tore through the souls of even the people outdoors. He shook violently, and the metal began to come apart at the seam. The large man began attaching plates and bars to the side to keep it together. It hurt so badly. Stop. Stop! Stop, please stop! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!![/i] ~~ Leyna noticed Rokuro's face turn from stillness and contentment to fear, maybe pain for a few seconds. He groaned, but stilled again, as soon as he had started to stir. She watched him for a few more moments, then yawned, fighting fatigue. ~~ Cosmos looked around. His hands had already healed by now, and Raya had gone to bed about an hour before. Just as well. He looked to the door a second before it opened, knowing well who he would see. There was the strange man from the alley, shivering slightly, and looking wretched. Shouldn't stay in the rain, he thought, slightly amused.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Aug 31, 2004 18:02:30 GMT -5
(What autoing you've done with me, I don't mind. I'm almost wary of posting again so soon, however it appears that I've been given an open invitation, so... *tosses it in*) ______________________________________________________________
Edging in with a slow step, the silver headed Ryuakurei paused to turn and pull the door closed, doing so almost carefully. He peered around a bit, taking a couple steps further in, and eventually moved his way over to a vacant table positioned at a slight distance from the nearest light source. A slender hand slowly pulled a chair back, drenched form promptly collapsing into it, and from there, the somewhat draconic man’s first impulse was to get the soggy cloak off his shoulders.
This he did with some difficulty, quivering fingers fumbling clumsily at the clasp of the chain, until he eventually managed to work it free, beginning to pull on the garment, before realizing it was stuck. He blinked almost confusedly at this conclusion, peering around his person to figure out the problem, until he twitched and let his head hit the wooden dining surface with an audible ’thunk’. He never moved his cloak as he plunked in the seat, and so had been sitting on it.
An unintelligible grumble came forth as he slowly picked his head up off the table, pulling the upper half of the black garment to the side, and his arm hooked on the back of his chair as he pressed against it somewhat, lifting himself from the seat long enough to slide his cloak out from underneath him. As his ears twitched to the dripping hems slapping onto the floor, he plunked back down, pulled his water heavy garb off the floor, and folded it in half lengthwise, soon draping it over the back of his chair.
Having completed what seemed like an unusually tiresome task, the young prince plunked a pair of bare elbows onto the table, hands entangling within each other, before pressing together, a slight, soggy squishing noise coming forth from his gloves. He twitched and frowned, almost leering at them a moment, before fighting to pull them off, eventually slapping them onto the table right beside him as he shifted to lean his forehead against his knuckles. He still shivered slightly; still dripped with cold water, however he seemed little inclined to move to a warmer location after having settled there. He’d developed a headache, which dulled his attentive nature somewhat, and now wanted to simply remedy it before doing anything else.
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