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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 21, 2007 20:56:31 GMT -5
(sure Cecee!)
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 21, 2007 20:59:04 GMT -5
Lorien was breathing hard and his face was sad. Blond brows furrowed over sorrowfully pensive eyes. Half of him wanted to run back... he couldn't leave her there in that state, no matter what Darius had said. Half of him wanted to run away... run away from this twisted world forever--it only continued to convulse into knots... Standing here was what tore him apart. If he could only choose one action, then his course would definite. He'd never think of backing out again. He shook his head, sunflower hued locks flopping in a subdued motion.
"Akira... don't let them own you by fear..." he murmured. No. He couldn't sit here. "Sorry Darius..." Lorien suddenly ran back, his feet lightly shaking the branches until he was by Akira's side. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her good arm in a secure but light grip.
(God, so impulsive is this charry...)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 21, 2007 21:15:55 GMT -5
Akira's eyes were unfocused as she stared ahead, her entire body shaking violently as her teeth clenched. Akira knew that if Darius hadn't stepped in front of Skiit then she would have tried to get the curse mark to spread to Lorien. The will of all the shadows around them weighing down her own mind and then the most prominent one wasn't even there. Commanding from afar and right now he was interested in adding to his forces.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 21, 2007 21:18:06 GMT -5
*MEANWHILE!!!*
Jouta waved a stick in front of the two tailed cat's face who impulsively swatted at it, her bright green eyes glittering. "Solstice? Do you think they'll get back soon?" Jouta asked boredly.
Solstace took little if no time to think of a response, "Of course they are, they wouldn't just leave us here." she said as her two tails swayed back and forth as she swatted again at the stick.
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Post by Arual on Jan 21, 2007 21:20:09 GMT -5
Marleina's soft, Irish red curls blew behind her in dispersed directions as a royal blue cloak with small frayed ends at the bottom rippled behind her. With only a mid-length sword strapped around her waist, a weary head, but a determined mindset, Marleina continued to walk. Her emerald green eyes sparkled and stood out clearly. A simple and oddly made cut went across her cheek. It was newly slit to make it worse; for she had just retreated from her home with a long, seemingly never-ending fight. The guards from her town were massivly strong and powerful, however; Marleina was strong herself- well, until it came to long distance running that is. "What's that?" she thought to herself seeing the company a few feet ahead of her.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 21, 2007 21:21:37 GMT -5
Lorien realized that he had lain a hand on her, and a low flush crept into his cheeks. Still, he wasn't sure if he should let go of her yet. Akira seemed frozen... Through his glove and gauntlet Lorien could feel how incredibly tense she was.
"Akira, you have to wake up. Don't let them control you," he implored to her, "For your son if nothing else." He wasn't afraid; there was no time to be afraid, even though the seconds seemed to drag on. Akira was a strong companion, he knew, and he did not doubt that she could reassert herself if she tried.
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Post by Arual on Jan 21, 2007 21:33:31 GMT -5
Marleina's vision began to blur and spiral around in circles. "I got to- get away," she said faintly and passed out form the long distance run she had made in her commute to escape. She fell to the ground, limp and a lively glow was being drawn away from her face.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 21, 2007 21:40:59 GMT -5
Akira's pupils dialated in a flash and she keeled foreward to vomit and boy did she vomit! She coughed as she sat there now on the ground clutching her stomach, her pale face was flushed as she tried to clear the acrid taste from her mouth yet failed.
"Sister!" Skiit said as he began stepping around Darius to get to Akira, if Akira was injured it would weaken everyone and he couldn't let that happen. The curse mark connected people, and though Akira fought it Skiit knew she would still feel it, though probably not as strong as he did- he could feel the vomit that came up Akira's throat and you could tell because of the look of disgust on his face. "Let it flow through you! Let it set you free! Don't fight the mark, let it bring you power! Fighting it will only kill you assuredly." he said to Akira, his voice still eerily calm in that insane way he managed to do things. "Lindra!" He said as he looked at the shadows.
A slim, feminine form came from the shadows and her face was hidden by the hood of her cloak which was black just as Akira's and Skiit's was. She approached Akira, her hand outstretched to reveal the dark tawny skin as she placed her hand on top of the curse mark on Akira's and the glowing subsided but her hand was left looking swollen and red, "It will be better in time sister." she said in the same calm tone that Skiit used.
Akira looked at her hand, this was an odd thing for the other accursed ones to do, what exactly was going on? She let out an inquisitive sigh seeing as Akira managed to express every emotion she felt in a sigh to the point where it was somewhat comical. Then she figured it out with barely a moment's notice, her gaze shot up at the two accursed ones that were now showing themselves, Skiit's face showed a sly smirk while the other's face remained hidden. "Just like him..." she said in a scornful tone as she stood up as fast as possible, her turquoise eyes wide with concentration but by the time she stood up the shadows were gone, Skiit and Lindra nowhere to be seen. A note stuck to Darius' forehead, if he opened it up it would read, 'Sorry I couldn't stay and chat, there were other obligations.'
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 22, 2007 6:49:36 GMT -5
With a start he followed her, wincing at her sickness. Akira had succeeded, he thought, and though this was a good thing, she still had suffered much for it.
"I fear this quest may be more arduous then I had hoped," Lorien noted in a mournful tone. Realizing that Akira might want her personal space and not one to violate it twice in the same hour, he stood next to a tree and stood guard for any thing that dared return. Doing this he found a young woman, collapsed on the ground. She seemed in grave condition... Sighing, Lorien decided it was really not his day when it came to violating woman's boundaries. The knight apprehensively scooped her up in the gentlest manner he could and proceeded to return her closer to everyone else.
Once there, he put a hand to the redhead's face and intoned healing and energy. She did not seem to badly hurt, but exhausted, yes.
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Post by Arual on Jan 22, 2007 7:16:04 GMT -5
Marleina mentally could feel that someone had picked her up. Senses that she was in no harm was strong, but also very shaky from being passed out. "I- need to keep moving-I need to get away from here," she kept thinking to herself, however; it was no use for her now. Both exhaustion and extremely cramping leg muscles forced her to give in. The woman opened her eyes enough to see vauge and fuzzy images. Even if it was unclear, she saw she wasn't the only one on the ground or in pain. Marleina turned her head as a small red curl slid onto the side of her cheek. "Thank-you," said whispered, "But- I have to keep- going."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 22, 2007 7:26:12 GMT -5
Lorien did not reply, uncharacteristically rude of him. He really just didn't hear her, wandering among his thoughts and trying to think of a way to help. Memory had taken a sick day and could offer no past experiences of importance. Mind was playing Halo3 and shouting obscenities at someone across the internet connection. Conscience knew what was right or wrong, but had no 'what' to work with right now. Ingenuity was on the other end of Mind's interconnected Halo3 game, laughing its head off at the sissy insults and shooting the other players maniacally. Lorien and his Conscience sighed, feeling very little help from the staff room of his head.
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Post by Arual on Jan 22, 2007 7:31:28 GMT -5
Marleina lightly pressed her elbows to the ground and lifted her head up. The woman's back slightly arched up, her knees bent and buckled to become stable, but as soon as she got to that point, her back gave out and she slid back down to the ground.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 22, 2007 7:39:26 GMT -5
Akira blinked, holding her eyes closed for a moment as she shuddered. The taste clung to her throat and she wanted something to drink really badly as the stomach acids burned her asophogus. She took a few moments before she stood up and took a few deep breaths of fresh air, she then stepped away from what used to be known as the contents of her stomach only now it was more likely to be called 'that nasty smelling crap on the ground' if anyone asked what she ate last she honestly didn't know but she was almost postitive she had it with Sake. Heck everything she ate was eaten with atleast a little bit of Sake! Akira wondered why she continued to wear the cloak- especially now that it was smeared all over the front with throw up. Her head hurt like crap as if her Medulla Oblongata was in a heated argument with her Cerebellum and Akira wasn't enjoying it at all.
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Post by Kim-la on Jan 22, 2007 10:58:04 GMT -5
Reggetar Shuddered as Akira ‘emptied her stomach’ if you will. He turned around briefly, trying not to puke. He wasn’t a sympathy puker, but seeing others vomit made him WANT to hurl. Regaining his composure, he turned around and removed his canteen and offered it to Akira. He gave Skiit a look of death. He turned back to Akira, trying still notto hurl. His comforting thoughts, he wouldn’t have to clean it up.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 22, 2007 12:46:41 GMT -5
Akira smiled weakly as she accepted the canteen, pouring water into her mouth though sure not to let it touch her lips so as to not get any traces of throw up on it. It washed down her throat and cleared away the trace tastes that were left but there was still the horrible tinge of it in her throat that would wear off in time. She handed the canteen back to Reggitar while with her other hand she began removing the cloak to reveal her trademark outfit. It was a dress with a slit cut on both the left and right sides of the skirt that ran from the hem to Akira's waist. Underneath she wore a pair of light tan pants that made it so the bare skin on her legs wouldn't be visible. Her feet were bare and half concealed by the skirt which was dark red with black accents here and there. Her pale arms could be seen and faintly you could tell where muscles rippled beneath the skin.
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