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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 6, 2007 21:09:34 GMT -5
Valiente sat on the edge of the building, shutting his eyes. He fell to concentrating on Kratos's aura once more.
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TheAberrantOne
New Student
And in strange aeons even death may die...
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 6, 2007 21:14:40 GMT -5
Balornous threw his least lethal left arm around Aria, and easily enveloped her as he held her close, but being extremely careful not to crush her in his grip, his aqua-blue eyes turning into a brilliant green. Several meters and gadgets on him made whirring noises as they shifted colour, and a cool mist sprayed from Balornous' elbows and shoulders, showering the vibrant emerald grass in a light dew.
"Aria...I...am...happy...now..." he said softly, in a voice that was as deep as the ocean, and as clear as the waters that filled it, yet had a distorting quality that almost made him sound as if he himself were underwater. He eventually released the Princess from his embrace, but remained close, as if he feared she would dissapear at any moment. He glanced at Sir Orstead and waved happily, and turned his attention back to Aria, and gently wiped away one of the tears that still had managed to cling to her face. The Sorrow Chosen observed the tear as if it were an omen, and turned back to Aria once more.
"Aria...sad?" he questioned, hoping in all of his heart that her answer would be 'No, I am just fine.' or something along those lines. He never wanted her to be sad, she deserved only to be happy. He felt, that even if she were a little sad, he would find a way to absorb all of that sorrow into himself, and bear her pain, just so that she could be happy. He was glad to see that Sir Orstead was here, too. He could sense Valiente, and maybe even Kratos, if he was right. They would surely succeed where he failed...maybe he was the one making her sad...
He hesitated, his green eyes flickering back to aqua briefly, he knew he was the cause...she almost always had a tear in her eye when he came. He was making the Princess cry, but suddenly, he recalled her laughter that had escaped from her earlier, and three, dome-shaped eyes went back to green. His gaze was still intently focused on Aria, waiting for her next words.
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Post by princessaria on Sept 6, 2007 21:54:02 GMT -5
'Sad...? Am I really sad...?' The Princess roughly shook her head, and ruffled up her hair a bit, a firm look appeared into her green eyes, and she gave a reassuring smile to her beloved friend.
"Of course not, Balornous. Those right there are tears of joy, since I'm so happy to see you." She gestured to the liquid glistening on his finger.
"Mister Water Chosen, you have nothing to be glum about. Today is a very happy day, but tomorrow is even better. The one year anniversary of when all Chosen were first created!"
She paused a bit, searching into the eyes of Balornous, and then softly straightening her hair back out with a few quick movements.
"Do you wish to see Sir Oerstead? I'm sure he would be glad to see you..." She turned toward the said male, and gave a enthusiastic wave. Aria even stood up on her tip-toes to make the gesture seem more... "important."
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TheAberrantOne
New Student
And in strange aeons even death may die...
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 6, 2007 22:17:10 GMT -5
Orstead had watched the events unfold, and to be honest, he was almost as concerned for Balornous as he was for the Princess. The Water Chosen was constantly in a depressed state, and as a friend, and a comrade, he did not want to see anyone's morale low. Upon seeing the Princess's wave, he strode over, despite his impressive stature, Orstead was still dwarfed by the mighty Balornous, who looked down at the knight and waved happily once more.
"Sir Balornous!" he said jovially, clapping the giant on the back, causing a dull, metallic thud to sound, "I see you have finally joined us! Sir Valiente and Sir Kratos are here as well, but no doubt, they are out doing one of their...duels. So I suppose we might have to gather them eventually, seeing as how tommorow is a very important day for all of us." he added importantly.
Balornous was reluctant to speak, he was never ashamed of speaking in front of Aria, but for some reason, he found speaking to just about anyone else to be an nigh-impossible task. So he simply gave a deep nod of agreement after Orstead finished his little speech. He stayed close to Aria, knowing that if tommorow was important to her, it would make her happy if he were to be happy on that day as well, and he decided that he would be, no matter what.
Orstead seemed to be thinking about other matters, for when Balornous looked upon him once more, his arms were crossed, and his helmed head was bowed in thought. He wondered what he was thinking about, he could tell what everyone else was thinking, because they had faces, but Sir Orstead was constantly unreadable...for some reason, it made Balornous sad, that no one would be able to tell if Sir Orstead was sad or needed help. His thoughts turned to the other two Chosen. Kratos and Valiente were nice, from what he had seen of them, though the two sometimes upset him with their constant bickering and contests. He quickly, snapped out of his dreamworld, however, and turned to Aria, to see what she thought of the Shining Knight's sudden contemplation. She probably knew how he felt, because she had created him, after all...
Orstead's thoughts had drifted back to the Princess's previous comment, though it was a jest, for some reason, he felt it to be quite the quandry. Was he hiding something? Perhaps. He had always been a pillar of strength for the Princess, always willing to tackle any opponent or fears for her, even if he knew that only the most dismal outcome was the most likely one, he knew that he would perservere, if only for her. Was he afraid of showing weakness or worry? Or sometimes, doubt?
These questions plagued his mind, most of the world around him slipping away into nothingness...
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 7, 2007 11:12:23 GMT -5
Deciding against finding out what was going on, Kratos picked up a light jog through the streets. He could tell who recognized him and who didn't by the two looks he was given by passersby. A questioning but generally amiable glance, or some variant of a glare. Unfortunately, the glares were far more common...
He pretended he didn't ignore them, keeping his eyes either straight ahead or cast at the ground as he made his way to the sidewalk. He wondered absently how long Valiente was going to count, or even if he was at all. He kept his aura repressed, and that drew less glances, thankfully, but he knew distance would help in masking his cover. He needed a place to hide, and he knew just where to go.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 9, 2007 21:29:05 GMT -5
It was there a second, then gone the next. Figuring Kratos must be masking his energy, Valiente decided he'd just have to wing it. He made his way toward the last spot he'd felt he other chosen's aura.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 10, 2007 16:09:54 GMT -5
Figuring that Valiente would not dare use his powers in a high-risk flammable area, Kratos jogged quickly to an orchard, one of several that produced the fruit for the entire village. He was careful to avoid the owner, whom he knew disliked the Shadow Chosen, and he ducked and weaved his way through the forest of fruit trees.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 10, 2007 21:59:06 GMT -5
Valiente made his way in a general direction, before asking various people if they'd seen Kratos. Some ignored him, some answered, some just gave him dirty looks. But it was from those that answered that he was able to form a general idea of where the other Chosen was.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 11, 2007 19:10:46 GMT -5
Kratos made his way deeper and deeper into the orchards, hurrying along until he came upon what looked, remarkably, like...a cave in the middle of nowhere.
Actually, it was more like a hole.
Floating.
In...the middle of no where.
He smirked, wondering if even the Princess knew of this little rift in time and space he'd created...He knew no one else did...
Chuckling quietly to himself, he was about to step through said hole until something very sharp and very cold sliced a thin line through the back of his shirt and pressed against his skin.
"Do not move, Chosen of Wrath and Shadows," a hard, female voice said quietly.
Kratos' blood ran cold.
"...Savyna," he said quietly. He felt a sharp pain as the sword tip bit into his skin with the lightest pressure. He didn't react.
"...Hands behind your back, or I shall slip this blade between your ribs," she ordered, her voice still soft and very, very dangerous.
The small pain flared slightly as the blade, still slicing into his skin, twisted so it lay flat. Parallel to the very ribs its owner was threatening.
Slowly, he did as she commanded, crossing his wrists. He stiffened automatically as he felt a very thin wire twined around them, the sword point not moving at all. He felt another fine wire slip around his throat, tighter than a choker necklace.
Savyna's voice was right at his ear as she spoke next, sending a chill down his spine. The sword twitched, and his shirt fell from his body, shredded to pieces. A thin breath of wind along the back of each arm, and the sleeves were gone, too, baring his upper body completely.
"Now...Walk with me, Dark Chosen...And If you run, or fight, or do anything...One twitch of this wire will slice deep into your throat, ending your life in seconds. And don't try your shadow tricks. I can do them, too."
"I know," Kratos replied, turning his head ever so slightly. th vibrations from his throat were amplified by the wire, and made speech unnerving.
Savyna walked around him, and indicated for him to follow, a thin chain leading to her fingers from the wire around his throat. She began to walk, and he kept an eye both on the slack from the chain, and her pace, matching her every stride to keep the chain loose.
"Don't speak, don't yell out, don't do a thing. Just follow. Silent."
Kratos felt the anger from which he was created rise within his chest, but he repressed it with a disciplined calmness, obliging her answer.
((I'm going to make a profile and ask for her to be a Wanted as soon as I get the time.))
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 11, 2007 21:08:04 GMT -5
Valiente's searchings lead him to what appeared to be an orchard. The Chosen's eyes narrowed, "Probably thinks I won't use fire." He smirked, a ball of flame appearing around his hand so he was ready to fire, least he see Kratos. He forgets my fire doesn't burn unless I make it.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 11, 2007 21:59:56 GMT -5
"So...what do you--" Kratos was cut off with a sharp tug of the garrote wire around his throat before he could finished, and had a more difficult time in repressing his anger a second time.
"Quiet," Savyna ordered. "You will find out what happens when it happens."
Kratos bared his teeth at her back, feeling blood drip down the back of his neck where the wire sliced his skin.
And stayed there.
"...Wait." She stopped suddenly, and he immediately after. She turned to him, and their eyes met for a moment. He stiffened as she reached toward his waist...
...And drew his sword.
She narrowed her eyes at the weapon. "I think I'll take this for now..." Her eyes remained slits as she looked up at Kratos again. The man was flushed, but not with anger, but...embarrassment.
"...What?" she asked coldly.
Kratos looked away. "...Nothing." he said quietly.
Savyna studied his averted face for a second, then turned, and began to walk again, a little slower. She held his weapon in the proper way; he couldn't complain about malhandling, but...He couldn't help but stare at it, the strangest feeling of burning envy and despair eating a hold in his chest.
How...how...dare she? he half-asked, more incredulously than indignantly. That...that's mine...That had felt like...like such a personal gesture...To take his sword like that. It was like...Like she'd touched his bare skin. His hands tied, he couldn't stop her either way...
And he suddenly felt completely bare and exposed. His gaze dropped to the ground as he walked, nervous and inexplicably suddenly frightened.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 11, 2007 22:04:07 GMT -5
Valiente ducked under vines, scooted around the ends of rows, and hurried quietly through isles of orchards. He stepped through a small hole in a row, and stumbled, falling to his hands, and one knee. His left foot was caught in the vines and wire.
"Ugh! Dammit." The Fire Chosen twisted himself around, sitting down on the ground, and attempted to free himself.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 12, 2007 11:14:43 GMT -5
Savyna and her captive Chosen were too far away to hear Valiente fall clearly, but a soft rustle that reached them made her tense, and urge him on. Not wanting to rish injury to his spinal cord, Kratos continued to match her quickened pace, his heart and mind racing.
It wasn't as though he had had a plan that invilved his sword before, or as though he had any better chance of escape with it...And it was because of this that he was asking himself why he felt so helpless and frightened without it. It had been created with him, and he never let anyone touch or handle it willingly (Save for the Princess, but she was the sole exception. He kept an eye on her and the weapon the entire time she was inspecting it.). Now that someone else, and not just someone, but the enemy, had it, and he could not take it back, he felt almost lost. Hopeless, even. It was like she had crippled him irreversibly with that single act of unsheathing his sword and taking it for herself...
"In. Hurry."
Kratos looked up, not even realizing where he was. He stood before a small, nondescript house which he recognized as one destroyed by a battle between the two of them. It used to be his, but she had pretty much gutted it with her careless fire-flinging during the fight, and he had never told the Princess he was now homeless, and had been for almost a month.
It didn't look too badly burnt, but one could tell it was abandoned by the careless disrepair into which it had fallen. It was only when you walked inside that you really saw the extent of the damage.
As the door was opened and Kratos pushed through, he gazed around solenmly at what had only very recently been his home.
There was little left. The walls were scorched black and the paint and/or wallpaper that might have been there had been completely burned off, exposing the woodwork and insulation in places. Piles of half-burned furniture and other items littered the floor, along with a large amount of ash.
"Home sweet home. Bring back memories, Kratos?" Savyna asked softly, her voice nasty.
Kratos didn't answer her. "...The basement?" he asked softly.
"You know where you're going," she said.
"It's not hard to guess," the Chosen replied somberly.
"God, what's wrong with you?" Savyna asked, scowling at him.
Kratos was asking himself that same question as he now led the way through the indeed-nostalgic burnt-out rooms.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 12, 2007 18:07:15 GMT -5
((*Snickers* What is wrong with him?))
Valiente was unable to detangle his foot, and so fell to using fire. He burned away the vines from around his foot, and brought the flame back to his hand before it could consume the rest of the orchard. Turning over on his hands and knees, he helped himself to his feet, and brushed the dirt off his cloths.
"Alright then... That way!" The Chosen chose a random direction that didn't include where he'd come from, and started off.
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Post by princessaria on Sept 12, 2007 19:51:53 GMT -5
{{SD, you know it's fine if you add a charrie, and I will just cross off a Wanted from the roles list.
So thanks for not asking, I guess. Not like I wold mind if you did ask...
On to the roleplay!}}
Sir Orstead and Mister Balornous seemed to be in great mood, which was good since they seemed to a tad off today. Her smile just grew wider as she saw them conversing a bit. It would be wonderful to spend the day with her friend's tomorrow.
Suddenly, and quite abruptly, The Princess got a chilled feeling followed by an emotional impact. Her body quivered and teemed as the cool rush dived down her spine.
Her emerald orbs widened like saucers, as she glanced about the surrounding area cautiously. The teenager even looked around for the gust of wind, or any sign of bad weather.
It was an unusual, but familiar feeling- the fear of another. How odd that her mind could pick up those feelings, and then expand to find the source.
Aria had started to pick up a faint signal, and tried to pry closer. No doubt there was trouble, and she had no doubt it involved Wanted.
How could she go anywhere when the Wanted were involved, but if her beloved friends were in danger; she would fight no matter what.
Soon, she looked to her two friends. Her expression was now a nervous smile, as she searched in their eyes for any sign of danger. Maybe they had sensed it too...
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