Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 17, 2008 11:08:56 GMT -5
A knife was rested tightly under the one named Kendra's neck. The pirate captain held no anger in his eyes, but a deep and voided emotionless facade. As if he could care less about spilling blood in a medical ward. Kerrain's eyes were bearing into the girl's eyes, sucking out her very soul with their stare.
"You need to mind your tongue. It's not smart to mouth off to people when you're in no condition to defend yourself. If Cyndon was your true enemy, I would've known the instant I got in here. And If I had, you would have been giving blood donations before you ever woke up." Kerrain said sternly, flicking his his fingers as the knife flew away and stuck point-in on the wall. He turned and let the girl be shunned. He had no more time to deal with her.
"Good, Gwen. You're awake. Get up if you can, otherwise, Cyndon will carry you. We need to head to the ship straight away or the Imperial Gates will close the waterway to the Quarter. I don't feel like being late." Kerrain said, nodding over to Cyndon.
"Kou, pick up your lover and let's get out of here before the nurses shoo us out, eh?" The pirate teased, winking.
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Post by Sea on Jun 17, 2008 11:17:28 GMT -5
Guinivere glared mistrustfully. "What the hell are you talking about?" She pushed herself farther into her corner. Her neck glowed red briefly, before the red died down.
Maha-Raja held his mother's necklace in his hand, looking at it closely before stuffing it back in his pocket. He thanked the old man who had given him directions, before heading off to the medical ward. He quickly found Kerrain, and greeted him with more cheer than he really had. Noticing the girl, and hearing her words, he looked at them. "Is she having memory problems?" he asked. He had intended to come here to thank Kerrain, but now had other ideas. "I know of a place where such things can be treated.. it's far from here, near my homeland." Guinivere continued to glare.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 17, 2008 11:27:43 GMT -5
"We may not have time. I've yet to reach the Imperial Quarter to find out how long it is until the final tournament ladder starts. Which only means one thing, Gwen must come with us to the Imperial Quarter. If we have enough time, then I think I will get her memory problems fixed. For now... she needs to be sedated." Kerrain said disdainfully, looking upon the girl.
The pirate looked to Cyndon and motioned over to Gwen.
"Go on, Kou. Get her and we'll go."
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Sea
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Post by Sea on Jun 17, 2008 11:34:49 GMT -5
"You would not know where this place is, though. Might accompany you until then? I have to return to my homelands anyway. I have a few things that need to be taken care of." The tiger-man bowed. Guinivere looked at him closely, before smiling for the first time since the tournament. "Can we take him? He's polite. I like him," Guinivere said with a smile. She reached out a hand towards the man like a tentative child, and Maha took it and kissed her hand. "My name is Maha-Raja. And what might I call you, ma'am?" "Guinivere, sir," said Guinivere with a smile.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 17, 2008 15:12:48 GMT -5
Cyndon soon walked over to Guinivere and looked at her. Knowing GWEN, She wouldn't let him carry her around if she was awake and able to fight back... But Guinivere he didn't know about, which made him realize just how little he knew about her to begin with. He soon bowed courteously as he asked the question.
"Would you like help, Ma'am?" He held out a hand, trying his hardest to be nicer to her. It hurt that she didn't remember him anymore, but that was all in the past, and who knew what the future held!
Kendra gulped loudly as the knife pressed against her throat as she looked around intensely towards Naorin.
"You have disgraced the Hynden Organization. You want to leave? Fine, leave! Just remember that if you EVER come in contact with us again, you will be killed." She soon left the hospital ward seething with anger.
"Well, that's a 'good riddance to bad rubbish' moment." Cyndon stated as an aside to Naorin, who wryly chuckled and nodded in reply.
"You just be careful, Naorin, we already know that the Organization is more than willing to pull of their threats."
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 17, 2008 16:04:00 GMT -5
"That Organization is a joke, to be honest, Cyndon. Your friend has nothing to worry about, if he's strong, that is. When I was a slave in my adolescent years, the slavers made some dealings with the Hynden Organization. Their people are cowardly, and only attack those who cannot defend themselves." Kerrain spoke, his eyes becoming maddened with rage as he remembered those brutal days.
The pirate sighed and looked back to Gwen and Maha-Raja, who seemed to be getting along quite nicely.
"It'd be a pelasure, Maha-Raja. But remember, the captain of that red oak made ship might be wanting a crew hand. Keep that in mind. Everyone, we're going, NOW... err, except your friend, Cyndon. The Grenavive can harbor only so many people onboard. I don't plan on having a party anytme soon." Kerrain announced, making a prompt exit out of the medical ward.
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Post by Sea on Jun 17, 2008 16:31:14 GMT -5
Guinivere looked from Cyndon, then at Maha-Raja. "... I suppose.. but Maha-Raja must stay with us," replied Guinivere. Maha-Raja smiled; he liked the attention. Guinivere took Cyndon's hand, pulling herself out of bed, still with a gleam of mistrust in her blind eyes. She swayed, as though she might fall, and Maha-Raja quickly turned into a tiger and pressed his side against her legs, keeping her upright. "Let's go." Guinivere stroked Maha-Raja's orange head, and the tiger rumbled happily. Guinivere smiled again.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 17, 2008 20:39:06 GMT -5
Cyndon grimaced as he watched Maha Raja garner attention. Well, garner attention was the wrong phrase, it was more along the lines of show chivalry. He was there to help where Cyndon couldn't, and he was more than happy to let Maha help, especially after learning his lesson with the last battle they had in the tournament.
Naorin glanced over at Kerrain with a look of understanding on his face. He walked over to Cyndon and held out his closed hand expectantly. Cyndon held out his open hand and felt a strange knick knack in his hand. He opened his hand to find a new lapel pin; shaped like a sword and rose. The rose bud was made of ruby and shone with such a pretty light for such a small stone.
"My gift to you, Cyndon. Never forget who we both are! I guess only the fates know when we will meet again." Naorin stated as Cyndon nodded. They clasped opposite hands together and soon Cyndon rushed out of the room after the others.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 20, 2008 10:46:19 GMT -5
THe pirate disappeared into a wisp of black smoke as his body his the night air, his speed carrying him like the wind toward the Grenavive. He needed to get to the Imperial Quarter as quickly as he could, else, they'd all be locked out.
"DONIVAN! HOIST ANCHOR AND LET DOWN THE SAILS!" Kerrain yelled as he appeared on the stern of the red-oaken ship.
"YESSIR!!" Donivan yelled back, startled by the sudden apparition of his captain.
The Grenavive suddenly burst into action as the hustle and bustle of the pirate crew filled the night with noise. The 'ya-hars' and the 'aye ayes' were the crescendoes to the epic ballad being performed upon the ship's deck.
Kerrain was at the wheel, his hands gripped tightly upon the wood, knuckles white with anxiety.
"They'd better get here quick..."
"CAP'N! THEH GRENAVEEVE ESH READEH TAH GO!!"
"Good. I'm giving them two minutes..."
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Post by Sea on Jun 23, 2008 15:07:02 GMT -5
Maha reformed into a human, holding Guinivere steady. Maha led Guinivere after Cyndon. Guinivere was a little shaky on her feet, still, and had consented to more help, and was allowing Maha to carry her. Once he caught up to Cyndon, he slowed down. "Which ship is it?" he asked, letting Guinivere down. Guinivere grasped both men's shoulders for support as she swayed about.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 23, 2008 16:25:27 GMT -5
Cyndon closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, making sure to keep a tight hold on Guinivere as he did so. He was using his connection to water to find familiar people. He realized that he could notice the crew of the Grenavive rushing from side to side and it looked like they were just raising the anchor to shove off from the pier. They were still a ways away from the ship, which meant they had to hurry.
"Pardon me, Gunivere, but now's the time to high-tail it." Cyndon's legs began to glow dark blue as he picked Guinivere up and started to run. At first it was a normal speed, but very soon it was becoming superhuman, making the two of them seem like a blur. Cyndon looked back at Maha and concentrated on the water in his body, dragging him along just as fast as Cyndon was running.
"Sorry, Maha, i figured i would pick her up, as i can actually do so. It's not that i dislike you or anything, just a fact. Bet you've never traveled like this before, eh?" Cyndon laughed aloud as soon they had arrived at the gangplank of the ship, ready to board just before they were going to shove off.
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Post by Sea on Jun 23, 2008 16:37:10 GMT -5
Maha ran after him. Had he not been caught off-guard, he could have easily kept up, but this way he didn't need to exert himself. He easily flipped himself over the rail and onto the gangplank, leaping up the stairs in moments. The tiger man proceeded to pace up and down the length of the ship, inspecting it carefully. He then flipped over the side, and climbed down the side of the boat as it sat in the water, inspecting the as well. It was a strange thing he always did when he boarded a ship, as that had once been a job of his. Once he was satisfied with the outward condition, he leapt back on deck and began to scrutinize the below-decks. Guinivere looked at Cyndon strangely, a mix of confusion and anger. It was as though she were struggling to remember something.. but the confusion faded, and Guinivere broke free of Cyndon and marched up the gangplank herself. She stood at the edge of the ship, waiting for Maha to come and collect her, which he did shortly after she had ascended the gangplank. He led her below decks, keeping her steady as she rocked back and forth. He found an unoccupied room, less stately than the captain's quarters, but far better than the crew's housing. He allowed her to lay down, and he sat down beside her, watching her carefully, as though she might suddenly become endangered.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 23, 2008 17:00:34 GMT -5
Cyndon ambled around the deck for a while, listening into others conversations and adding his own two cents into things from time to time. He heard updates as to what happened in the singles tournament, and also what had happened in the final match... Maha really did recover rather well, for what had happened... And it also explained why he was here now.
"So that's what happened... Wow, Maha..." Cyndon mumbled aloud, and then went to look for Maha to talk to him. He soon found out that he was in a room with Guinivere, and that she was asleep. He motioned for Maha to follow him just outside of the room.
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Post by Sea on Jun 27, 2008 13:26:22 GMT -5
The tigerman stood, and followed him out. The lack of moonlight made him leaner, wiry instead of bulgingly muscle-bound. He sat down, crossing his legs, and motioned for Cyndon to do the same. "So you wish to talk to me?" he asked. When provided with the questions, Maha began. "When I was young, I was arrogant. My name wasn't always Maha-Raja, but it's been so long, I can't remember my name. They called me Maha-Raja because I acted so arrogantly. I loved to imagine I was richer than anyone in the world, and at night I would believe that the moon was my own pearl. When the moon was full, however, I was told to stay indoors. I refused, being headstrong and haughty. I snuck out, not knowing why it was so pressing I stay within my home. I found out soon enough, however, because I was attacked by a Jadi-Jadian, a were-tiger, if you will. When my condition was discovered, the village was afraid of me. The shaman kept me for a month, teaching me and trying to contain me. When the shaman told me the villagers were coming to rid themselves of me, he bid me farewell and made me leave. I boarded a ship, and hid below decks. When I hauled myself away, I was in Japan. I found work in the Shipyard, helping build and repair ships, and occasionally translating for Arabian, Thai and Indian traders. I was fluent in those languages, as well as Japanese, as my father had wanted me to be a Master Trader when my time came. I worked there for awhile, hiding my condition. I hid it for a long time, before the discovered. I fled once more, and I tirelessly journeyed for longer than I can remember. I started aboard a boat, before I traveled through marshes, through barren cold deserts, and a massive mountain range. My journey, which had started below decks of a ship, fleeing from my village, had transformed me. I was hardy and generous and humble. My exodus through China and Tibet brought me home to India, and I returned to my village. I had walked the entire way, as my tiger side lends me much strength. I was weary, though, and badly weather-worn. My mother took me in, as my father had left, and took care of me until I recovered. We had little money, however, and my mother brought me to a tournament in the city. I won, and recieved much prize money. My mother decided to train me, and I competed in many tournaments before I came here. We had returned briefly to the village, when she caught something and became ill. She was frailer than ever, but she insisted we come here. She seemed to be doing better, the salty air did her good, but it wasn't enough. Near the end of the Final Match, I recieved an urgent message that my mother was dying. I fled the stadium to see her. She died with me at her bedside. I decided that I would return to my humble life of a sailor, but I have business in my village I must attend to, as well. She must be buried here, I am sad to say, but I am bringing something of hers, a necklace she had always had, since she was small. I will bring it to my village, because she was born there." Here, Maha paused. "When I was traveling, I lost something dear to me. In the Mountains, I met a man who led me to a place where other men meditate and ponder all day. They opened my eyes to what I had lost. The man who brought me there told me they could unlock anything in the confines of your heart, mind and soul. They are powerful, but peaceful, men. They may be able to help the one you call 'Guinivere.'" Maha stretched his arms, before looking to Cyndon for a reaction or comment.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 29, 2008 16:48:07 GMT -5
Cyndon listened intently as Maha told his story. He had wanted to help Maha get through things, and he knew that talking about things, though it may cause some pain as well, was a good way to feel better. Letting someone know what has happened was one of the biggest skills a person had to opening up to others.
"You've had one helluva life, Maha... I wish i could say that i had had something like that, but my life hasn't exactly been heaven or hell. I was born to the family of the kings adviser and captain of the guard. So as you could imagine, my life was a tad cushy... Though my life was rather average besides that fact. When i was ten i was invited into the castle and given this-" He motioned to the crystalline sword at his side.
"Though around twelve years old i was abducted by the Hyndren Organization. They drugged me and cloned me, which is Naorin's beginning. At first he was supposed to be a spy for the Organization to get information on the castle. He was also an exact copy of me, able to hold the Crystal Sword just as much as i am, and with the exact same line of fate. At around 16 I got this scar-" He motioned to the rather long thin scar on his right cheek. "From a trainer in the battlegrounds of the castle town. That uppity human dared to call me a freak because i was half light elf, half dark elf. The battle carried on well, until he pulled the cheap shot which gave me this scar. That's when i first found out about my anger and my ability to move faster for a time. The end result of using that move, however, is that my muscles literally tear themselves apart... and he found out the hard way that you never make a Kouvindao angry..." Cyndon found himself confiding a small life story to Maha just as he had been confided in.
'Wow, what a little talk can do to change a person's viewpoint...'
"What do you mean, Cyndon?" Camellia had overheard his thoughts and was curious as to what was going on again.
'This person i've been talking to here, Maha... he and i have been talking and it's actually been very enjoyable to me at least.'
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