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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 6, 2007 17:29:15 GMT -5
Volgana's sword flashed through the air as he sliced a second ghost in two, its body dissapereing into the mists. He held his sword for a few more seconds before he sheathed the pink blade. He dropped to the ground and snuck up behind a old pillar and stuck his head out to the side. His glasses started to shine with numbers and graphs as he calculated a shot. Ahead he could see a ghost that wasn't like the others. Instead of being milky white, it was a misty purple. Volgana loaded a silver shell into the bolt of his rifle that had a large cross on the casing. It was loaded with holy water. His eye rested on the sight and his finger eased of the safty.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 6, 2007 18:41:38 GMT -5
"That's quite a shot you've got there."
A lone figure sat atop an old, broken pillar only a few feet away from where Volgana was standing, crouched with long, spindly hands perched atop its long, folded legs. A further look would reveal said figure to be none other than Ithilwen Nim'Draug, princess of a forgotten avariel race.
Her hair was out of its usual, braided style and allowed to hang freely about her frame, hanging over the edge of the pillar like an ivory curtain of wispy, vibrant thread. Her face was elongated and chiseled, the masterpiece of those who dwell within the heavens, and two large, stark blue eyes that resembled the cold, merciless breath of winter, stared fixedly and unblinking at the male with slight curiosity. Her lips, pink and frosted with the undertones of her lily-white skin, curved lightly into a smirk, and had it not been for the grace and beauty of the elven lineage that ran so purely through her pulsing veins, this gesture would have betrayed evil and insidious intention. Upon her back, folded neatly and tucked closely to the avariel woman's body, sat the trademark quality that separated the avariel people from their land-bound cousin, the elf: two large, feathered wings, pure and white as the virgin snows of winter.
Had it not been for the fact that she blinked her large, ominous eyes, one might have mistaken her for a piece of the shattered architecture of the Ancient Ruins that now littered the ground, a marble statue, perfected and in remarkable condition, placed atop that hill as a reminder of the glory that had once existed here but now lie in ruins.
"Forgive me for impeding upon your work," she drawled painfully slowly in that same mesmerizing tone, her eyes not once freeing him from their firm hold,
"But I don't believe I've seen you around here before.""
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 6, 2007 21:03:58 GMT -5
Volgana eased his finger on the trigger as he calculated the current wind speed and direction into the scope of his rifle. He adjusted and double tapped the trigger. To bullets blessed with holy water belched from the tip of his gun and smacked into the side of the purple ghosts head. Two casings spat out of the side of the chamber and into Volgana's hand as he turned and looked up at the figure ahead.
"Yes it was. I almost missed. And its quite alright. We have a few minutes before they figure out where those shots came from. They can be quite intelligent. The reason I am here is because I heard that there might be a few things of interest among these ruins. So I decided I would spend a few days to stake it out. So far, I have found nothing." Volgana said as he turned to watch the effects of the blessed bullets take hold, the misty like skin of the ghost fading into the misty sky. "So why were you watching me and I don't believe I caught your name. Mine is Volgana Sakuraba." He said as he reached into one of his many coat pockets and pulled out a small black cylinder.
He attached it to the end of the barrel and pulled out a single yellow shell from a pocket inside his coat. Volganan pulled back the bolt of his gun and placed the shell inside. He went to the other side of the pillar and fired the round a good 500 yards away from where he and the girl were. Nothing but a small putt of air was heard but in the distance a small explosion formed where the bullet hit. "That should buy us a tad more time. Delayed detonation shell. Sounds just like a gunshot. Always confuses enemies."
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 7, 2007 14:30:48 GMT -5
The boy seemed to have a firm grasp of what he was doing, and the woman was thankful for this. Aimlessly fooling about the Ancient Ruins and causing a disturbance among the ancient spirits here would certainly not be a wise decision.
Ithilwen strummed her fingers idly against her knee as she stared thoughtfully at Volgana, analyzing and observing carefully as she was wont to with any newcomer. She was completely silent as she watched him round the pillar and set off a "delayed detonation shell", as he called it. She was quite ignorant with guns, as most elven folk and their sub-races usually were. They were more adept to magic, blades, and the bow and arrow.
"I was in the area when I heard you here," came that same, inhuman voice with calm and thoughtful poise," so I decided to have a look."
A small, wily grin slithered its way onto that moonlight pale face as her eyes danced with wit and amusement, her gloved hand strumming once more against her knee.
In one, fluid motion, the avariel woman unraveled her legs and jumped down from the pillar, landing softly, effortlessly, and almost cat-like upon the marble-strewn ground. Her wings unfolded slightly during the process, but she folded them back up into their previous position as she stood to her full height of 6'3", her hair falling like an ivory veil over her back and down to her knees.
She chuckled lowly as she stated, "Forgive my rudeness, Volgana-Fëa'Dagnir [trans.: Volgana 'Spirit Bane']. Ithilwen Nim'Draug eneth nîn en dor en Celebarda. Le suilon. I greet thee. I am Ithilwen Nim'Draug of the land of Celebarda ."
She acknowledged him with a slight inclination of her head afterward as was polite.
"And if you don't mind my asking," she continued, "what exactly do you intend to do?"
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 8, 2007 13:07:30 GMT -5
Volgana bowed his head in return, his eyes flicking around to make sure the other beasts of the area were preocupied with his delayed shell. "Well, I intend to scout out these ruins, I heard of a crypt where a object of certain power might be hidden. I intend to find it." I really didn't think anyone else would be here. I like to work in the shadows. It has always kept me alive."
Volgana turned to watch the area. It seemed to quiet for his taste. The ghosts had dissapered and no other creatures were to be seen. "Somethings not right. Where are all the creatures. They should be over by the shell." Volgana pulled a small single eye rangefinder from his pocket and placed it against his eye. "I see nothing. This isn't good. We need to move now." Volgana said as he slung his gun across his back and drew his sword, the blade glemming brightly in the sun. "Lets go."
Volganan started to move towards a large weathered arc.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 10, 2007 19:01:48 GMT -5
Ithilwen folded her gloved hands neatly behind her back as she observed her surroundings with keen eyes, finding, not unlike her fellow schoolmate, the area nearly deserted now, a certain desolate feeling consolidating over the empty area and smothering its two inhabitants in its silent grip.
"You may have scared them off." She pointed out softly and somewhat distractedly, her senses alert for any sign of another spirit.
For a few moments, she seemed to have drifted off into somewhat of a subconciousness, an almost daydream-like state in which she said absolutely nothing but kept her features in that sort of glazed, distant look. She blinked once, frowned, and gave off a small "hm" as she turned to Volgana once more and stated in a slight apathetic voice,
"Very well, then. I would be more than willing to accompany you on your way to this so-called...'crypt' of yours. Might I be so bold to ask as to what you are looking for?"
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 10, 2007 19:40:27 GMT -5
"A sword. A sword of power. Powers im not even sure of. Please no more questions. I would like to make it to a nice safe location where we can rest for the night." Volgana said as he peered around a pillar. He spotted a single skeleton walking in the shade of a near by arch. It turned its head a second to late as a small silver knife smaked into the front of its skull driving the tip deep into its head. Volgana dashed forward with his sword drawn. With one fluid motion his sword flashed in the air. The skeleton fell to the ground missing its head. It twitched before Volgana slammed his foot down on the small silver knife in its skull deeper. The bones turned to dust and VOlgana bent down to retrive his knife. He sheathed his sword and slipped the small knife into his sleeve, back it its sheath.
Volgana turned and started to walk back to where Ithilwen was standing. "I think we need to keep moving. If I scared them away then why was that there." Volgana said as he looked around.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 10, 2007 19:59:30 GMT -5
"Fair enough," she commented, her voice seeming as if it were partially lethargic. "Ae anírach." [trans.: If you wish...]
Seconds later, she noticed the skeleton walk into view, but something wasn't right here, it appeared. If there hadn't been any spirits after Volgana had detonated his distraction, why was this one so completely isolated and so very late? It was out of place, and Ithilwen kept it at the back of her mind; however, she couldn't push it entirely from her thoughts. It stuck like glue.
Her wings shifted a bit as she said to him, "Tolo hi [trans.: come now], lead the way."
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 11, 2007 19:52:29 GMT -5
Volgana darted around the tomb stones, ancient pillars, and small tombs. He looked arount and spied a small building. He wasn't sure what it was for but he crept up to the door way and peered inside. It seemed safe. He reached under his jacket and pulled out a small ball with a cross sticking from the top. He pulled the cross out and tossed the small ball inside the door way. A small explosion followed the toss and water sprayed out of the door. Nothing screamed in pain or cryed out so it was clear. "Okay, this seems to be safe so lets set up a few wards, charms and traps to keep us safe." Volgana said as the sun sank below the horizon line.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 11, 2007 20:28:41 GMT -5
Ithilwen closely flanked Volgana, her lithe form completely silent as she maneuvered about the premises with ease. There was much to hide behind and plenty of places to hide, so it was a nice selection for an escape route had the need arisen.
The avariel woman followed her schoolmate's lead into a small building, but as soon as she passed through the threshold of the door, a foreign, uncomfortable feeling pushed its way into the very pit of her stomach, settling there firmly like an anchor at the bottom of the ocean floor. Even the Sadist, who sat somewhat quietly and apathetically in the corners of Ithilwen's mind, was at sudden unease as her hostess passed through the door, but the thing about that clever, insidious creature was that she herself was the 'partially' physical manifestation of evil. Therefore, she could sense it from miles away. And very well...
Something's not right...
"No diriel. Be watchful. There is something that lurks here in shadow keeping me at unease, but I fear I cannot quite yet say what this 'something' is."
Her eyes, whose pupils had narrowed into slits for further vision enhancement, stared around into darkness, into nothingness, and her ears were strained to detect any sign of a potential threat. Elven folk do not sleep, but Ithilwen knew that if she had been able to, she wouldn't be able to do so in this particular area, not with such a discomforting feeling.
"Perhaps we shouldn't be so quick to lock ourselves in here so securely," she stated slowly, "Not without an easy escape route, anyway. We could block off the entrances while thinking we are keeping at bay the danger outside when in fact we could just as easily be locking ourselves inside with it."
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 11, 2007 20:45:10 GMT -5
"You may be right. What do you think we should do." Volgana asked her. He hadn't seen any other good choices and figured they could keep safe in the little building. Volgana looked around once more. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny black book and a small bag of white powder. He opened the book and flipped around until he found the page he needed. Using the powerder, he drew a pentagram in the middle of the hut and drew a circle around it. He started to write werid symbols on the outside of the circle. Using a small knife, he sliced a small part of his finger. He let the blood drop into the center of the circle.
Volgana started to whisper a spell as the circle started to glow. THe doorway shimmered as Volgana finsihed his spell. "Okay, things can now get out but not in."
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 11, 2007 20:54:10 GMT -5
Interesting.
Ithilwen observed him attentively as her eyes followed him throughout the whole process in curiosity. She waited patiently until he was done, stepping lightly inside the circle after he finished and continued her evaluation of the ritual.
"It will keep out spiritual enemies, yes,"she said, "but we're still vulnerable to physical attacks, correct me if I'm wrong."
She felt a bit guilty for being such a paranoid person, but they were both well away from the academy in an ancient, ghost-inhabited ruin and all alone. She had faith in both of their capabilities, but even the most skilled of warriors could be taken by an ambush.
"I suppose it's fine," she said with a soft chuckle, attempting to shake off that gut-wrenching feeling inside of her, "I'm just trying to take a few extra precautions."
She smiled gratefully at him in a sense that meant his work was very much appreciated and took a seat, cross-legged, inside the circle, making sure there was enough room for Volgana to sit as well.
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 13, 2007 15:37:27 GMT -5
"That is true" "Volgana whispered as he sat down inside the circle. A small stream of cherry blossom petals flowed from his clothes and formed a web surrounding the outside of the circle.If anything touches one of those petals I will know but we need to take shifts. Would you like to go first." Volgana said as he laid ed out a cloth on the ground that he had taken from his cote. He pulled out a small this black box and laid ed it besides the cloth. He opened it up to revel a small cleaning kit. He started to take his rifle apart working on the barrel first, making sure he cleaned each piece equally and coating them with a light layer of oil. He put the rifle back together and placed the small kit back inside his coat. He pulled out another small bottle of oil and a small stone. He removed all of his hidden knives, 10 in all, and started to sharpen and polish the blades.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 13, 2007 16:03:33 GMT -5
A single, silver eyebrow arched itself as the eye it hooded stared incredulously at Volgana, amusement and curiosity evident in its stark, blue depths.
How many weapons can he carry?
She mentally chuckled and made to respond to his answer, idly fingering the hem of her glove.
"The Fair folk do not sleep, and neither do we, their winged cousin."
This was true. Elves, or avariels for that matter, did not need sleep, but instead underwent self-induced states of idleness and rest that substituted for such an unnecessary process. She would be able to stay up the whole night if needed.
"Rest, if you wish. I'll be fine."
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Post by Cherry Blossom Fan on Sept 13, 2007 16:19:24 GMT -5
I only need a few hours Volgana said as he placed the stone and the small bottle back inside his coat. He slipped the 10 knives back into there hidding places. He slipped a single shell inside the chamber of his gun but left the bolt open. He leaned the gun against his shoulder and closed his eyes, slipping into a light sleep. He dreamed of a small lake on which a small boat floated on the blue waters. The small blue boat contained a long black box. In side the long black box was a object wrapped in a velvet cloth. Inside the velvet cloth was.....
Volgana's eyes shot open as the alarm system inside his head went off. Something brushed against his web of blossoms. He stared wide eyed looking around to see if he could get a glance at what it was.
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