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Post by dain on Mar 9, 2007 17:33:31 GMT -5
In the midst of darkness, a shadow disengaged to form a whole. Dain stood there, he knew Ithilwen and Pendragon didn't see him. He was on duty at the moment, and taking his job seriously, there were no screw-ups. Shadows and tails of darkness emanated from Dain's dark-clothed body, and steel-laden shoes along with gauntlets were the only thing that made him particularly human-like. His eyes trailed after the kitsune as with a shift of his weight, he was into the air, only a small clink of metal waving from where he had jumped. Shurikens and a set of kunais of pure black metal were strapped to his leg, and upon his head was a hood upon a steel brow made to make him look like a raven. In mid-air his body flowed like the clouds as he landed on the adjacent roof, his eyes still marking the kitsune.
An old friend of mine wants to reminisce of old times with the offspring twice of an old friend. I need to learn more about this kitsune.
Expertly, he lifted off from his position again and dematerialized into the air, a shadow flowing across the rooftops toward the kitsune. It was time to not be seen. It was time for follow the leader.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 10, 2007 10:47:55 GMT -5
Pendragon soon stopped trying to hold his own weight. His leg kept giving way, and he was only risking making it worse. He allowed himself to lean heavily against Ithilwen, not like he was particularly heavy. Although he did insist on grabbing every weapon before setting out. No way was Pen going to just leave everything he owned out here. Not when it meant so much to him.
Pendragon had almost shifted out of conciousness when he heard Ithilwen's question. It took a minute for him to register it. Weird, would have thought she'd ask what the hell happened.... He analysed. Oh shut up, why must you always register every little thing? He was fed up with the constant stream of deduction his brain fed him. Because you were trained to... Came the unfortunate reply. Pen quickly realized he still hadn't answered the question. "A galaxy far far away... doesn't even come close." He though he was grinning, but couldn't be sure. "Another world. No, 'nuther dimension... Or something..." Words seemed to fall from Pen's mouth, though he had no plans to say them. "I can... could... change time and space.... " His voice quivered as he spoke, something had cut Pendragon deeply. Though it wasn't a wound that could be seen with mere eyes. An injury to his heart. He seemed older too. Especially his eyes. "Went back in time to.... Ah, forget it. You wouldn't believe me..." Pen said, as if he had only just realized how unbelieveable his tale was.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 10, 2007 11:23:28 GMT -5
Ithilwen allowed Pendragon to shift his weight onto her with ease, her face grim and solemn as she pushed forward. Through his words and eyes she could tell that he was in pain, but not at cause of his mortal injuries. Something much deeper...
She listened carefully to his words as the doors of the academy came into view, readjusting Pen's weight carefully. "Go on," she said soothingly to him, a cloud of her own breath hovering at her lips," tell me, where is your family?"
Almost there...The doors were nearly ten feet away, yet they seemed so far. So unreachable...
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 10, 2007 11:30:28 GMT -5
"God, you sure know how to pick questions...." Pendragon noticed Ithilwen's struggle, and reached into an inside coat pocket for something. He drew out a black square, about the size of his palm. There were several buttons scattered around it, but Pendragon sighed when he saw a red light flashing up. "Out of range...." He muttered to himself, and slipped the remote back into his pocket. "Father? Out saving the world I hope. Or maybe he's already done it. Or maybe he isn't even born yet." Pendragon shrugged. "I'm still not sure what the hell's going on." Pendragon took a breather before slowly moving on. "Mother? Dead. My bullet..." He said coldly, without emotion, pointing at his forehead with his free hand. "Her brain."
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 12, 2007 15:03:26 GMT -5
Ithilwen kept her gaze ahead of her as she came to the stairs, supporting even more of the boy's weight as she ascended them carefully, moving slowly on behalf of Pendragon's current state. Her face was still grim as she listened to his words, and minutes seemed to pass as they took on yet another step. After what seemed an eternity, the front doors were finally only an arm's reach away, and she extended her free hand to push one of them open.
The door protested quite loudly with a reverberating screech that rang throughout the empty hallways. Empty. Just as she had feared... Nonetheless, she dragged him to the first classroom she saw, and unfortunately for the both of them, it was completely abandoned. She eased Pendragon gently upon the teacher's desk, walking over to a nearby fireplace covered completely in ash. A small stack of wood lay beside the hearth, and she threw every last piece into the pit, ignoring the large cloud of dust that billowed outward and stung at her eyes.
A shirt incantation in her own tongue caused a small spark to flicker at the center of the pile, and it flickered on and off until at last a full-fledged fire danced wildly in the fireplace, instantly illuminating the whole room with a pale, blue flame but giving off more warmth than an average fire. In an instant she was beside Pendragon once more, except she was now opening and closing random drawers in the desk in search of something, the noise echoing vaguely throughout the cavity of the classroom as most of it was stifled by thick layers of dust.
Seeing as what she was looking for was not in the desk, she switched over to rummaging through a closet, dirt, dust, and debris rushing out to meet her as she flung the doors open. She waved a hand to swat the cloud away and plunged into the depths of the closet vehemently, miscellaneous papers, books, and the like cast over her shoulder as she continued her search.
When Ithilwen finally recoiled from the closet, she had in her hand a large first-aid kit, and she walked back over to Pendragon, setting the kit beside him on the desk. She opened it calmly, saying nothing all the while, and she retrieved a cloth and rubbing alcohol from within the case, turning to the boy as she lowered herself onto her knees for an easier time.
"Roll up your sleeves," she said softly but firmly, "this may sting a little."
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 12, 2007 15:14:10 GMT -5
Pendragon slowly took his coat off, his shirt sleeves were already rolled up for whatever Ithilwen planned to do. The dancing lights hurt his eyes, but he wasn't going to say anything. "I don't get it.." He spoke, he managed to speak at a normal level of volume despite his situation. He shivered slightly as his injured back touched the desk. "We've only met once before." He continued, wriggiling to the side to avoid putting pressure on his back. "To be forward, why do you give a damn?"
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 12, 2007 16:41:57 GMT -5
"Yes, we may have only met once," she said, covering the mouth of the bottle with the cloth and tipping it upside down to dampen it, "but is it not useful to have another ally?"
Ithilwen set the bottle down on the desk and took Pen's hand in her own, examining his injury carefully and scanning his bare arm for more abrasions. Her eyes flitted up to his gaze once in reassurance before she dabbed the damp cloth on the wound, gently wiping it clean to prevent any infection. The stinging from the alcohol probably felt uncomfortable, so she decided to address him to keep his mind off of it.
"Who did this to you?" It was better off to not beat around the bush, as she really had not the patience to do so, but she was also curious as to who or what caused such damage.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 12, 2007 16:46:43 GMT -5
"So your doing it to get something in return?" Pendragon said, though not in a cold way. This fit within the rules of his world, and it was easier for him to think of it like that. He could tell she was trying to distract him, and thinking that only amplified the stinging feeling.
"Suzume?" He posed it more as a question than a statement. Wondering if Ithilwen knew the name. "What the hell's her problem?" He asked nobody in particular. Pendragon let his head rest against the desk, deep in thought. "One moment she's... and then..." He mumbled on. "I don't know if I want to fight her, or...." He couldn't bring himself to say it.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 12, 2007 17:05:10 GMT -5
"No," the avariel woman simply stated, continuing to clean up the wound on the boy's hand, "would you have preferred I left you out there?" She smiled and chuckled slightly in spite of the situation, thinking it better to shed some light on a dull moment.
"Suzume?" The woman tried the name on her tongue, allowing the word to sink in her mind as she stared up at the boy. "I've heard her name before, but I've never given her much of a thought." The wound was now fully clean, and she set aside the bloody cloth so that she could reach into the first aid kit for bandages. Tenderly, she wrapped the boy's hand with a crafty technique so that he would still be able to move his fingers easily and without problem.
Ithilwen refolded the cloth and dampened it with some more alcohol as she stood up from her position on her knees. "Turn around and let me see your back."
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Post by dain on Mar 12, 2007 17:15:07 GMT -5
A shadow went past the two and rose from the ground as the ninja, who unbeknownst to Ithilwen or Pendragon, was Dain. The both of them had never seen him this way, and unleashed in his full form because of then tendrils of darkness that seemed to flare out of nowhere along his aura. Crossing his arms, the ninja spoke.
"That girl is a kitsune, and as such, is somewhat of an expert at manipulating others. Worse enough, she knows your name...that could pose problems in the future. Both of you..." A grown man's voice related as a hand came out, finger pointing to both of them.
"Don't go near that girl if you value your lives. She's not a push-over, and you, boy, should be glad you aren't dead."
The ninja bent down and fumbled into a pocket on his side-leg and pulled out a vial fileld with crushed leaves of some sort. He put it on the ground and tapped it with his foot, the vial rolling over to them.
"That is Nin-pat, a form of herb that heals any slash, scar, or other skin-penetrating wounds within an hour or so. You'll be good as new. You don't need to trust me, but know this, you don't have anything to not trust me for."
With that, the ninja pulled his hands together in front of his face as he made a short job of hand signs as the tendrils of darkness around him enveloped his body, and he disappeared.
Darius, the job is complete. Why do you feel remorse for that boy's weakness?
Because, Dain, I am the one who let it happen.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 12, 2007 17:28:13 GMT -5
Ithilwen merely stared at the intruder, smirking all the while as she fiddled with the cloth in her hand. She chuckled softly despite the situation, and turned back to face Pendragon. "If we value our lives, eh? We shall see."
Ithilwen thought back to when she was at home in the comfort of her own library, leaning over various scrolls, parchments, books, and the like. She had studied up on various cultures of the world, from their traditions and religion and even to their legends and myths. She recognized the word "kitsune" from a book of Japanese folklore: a race of beings with fox-like characteristics. It was one of her favorites.
The avariel eyed the vial meticulously as she held it up before her face, her wintery gaze scanning over it briefly. "He left us no name," the woman said, mirth playing at her words, "not even a clue as to what his true identity was. Why trust him...?" The vial was tossed into a dusty waste basket without so much as a second glance, and Ithilwen turned her attention back to Pendragon. "Turn around."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 12, 2007 18:16:56 GMT -5
((Suzume: Dain... I'll take that as a compliment *nods*
Akira: *rolls eyes* shut up Suz.
Li-Wa: and yet... somehow this all amuses me.))
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 13, 2007 13:07:33 GMT -5
"I'll take her next time." Pendragon said quietly, he hated the fact he'd been seen in such a weak state. He didn't need to expain why he had failed, he guessed they must already know. And if they didn't, they wouldn't understand anyway. Next time, I'll take her down. She's not a person anymore, just a mark. He wasn't suprised Ithilwen threw away the vial, he wouldn't have allowed it to touch him anyway. Pendragon sat up, showing his back to Ithilwen. He slowly removed his shirt, even though the cut could be seen through the ripped cloth. It was a sorry sight underneath, bruises and blood splattered the whole of his back with odd similarities to modern art. Pendragon twisted to take a look. "The blood makes it look much worse than it is." He said weakly, still embarrased that he had been beat so bad. "Next time she's mine." He said it again, as if every time made it more real.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 13, 2007 14:57:48 GMT -5
The avariel woman hesitated as she looked at Pendragon's back, and she stooped down to take a closer look. The damage looked pretty severe, not to mention painful, and she ran her fingers over his skin gently as she whispered in wonder , "Ai, sen tîr..? Nîn Hiril..."
She went to work right away with nimble fingers, occasionally feeling for anything fractured or out of place in his back. With a few more dabs of the rubbing alcohol and a swipe of cloth, the blood began to fade away as she threw away the blood-matted rag to retrieve a new one. She opened the first aid kit once more but scoffed as she saw that she had used the last cloth, and she looked around for something else to use but to no avail. A sharp tearing noise was heard from behind Pendragon's back as the avariel tore off the bottom part of her shirt, folding it up neatly afterwards and dampening it with alcohol. The fabric wasn't as thick as she'd like, but it would suffice.
The awkward silence looming about the room was too unbearable, so once more, the avariel spoke, "How did this happen?"
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 13, 2007 15:12:02 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be in place, but Pendragon's spine had been chipped slightly where the two gashes crossed it. "Kitsune...?" He wasn't really sure what it was, but he had heard the name. "Ame... and... Something... Like mini scythes..." He traced the lines painfully with his finger tips. "I wasn't thinking straight... Ended up stepping up as she brought the weapons down..." It hurt him more to talk about it than to touch his wound. He forced himself to anyway, Pendragon wasn't one to give way to weakness.
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