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Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Veara on Wed Aug 26, 2015 1:54 pm

There was a thick dense mist that  cascaded itself upon Port Royal that morning. Deep within the confines of the prison he was nestled. His Snow White hair was the only feature of his body that could be seen. His eyes currently had a metal pad that seemed to be fit for the front of his face. Pressed tightly against his face, his bodies was wrapped in chains and multiple large and heavy ones the only place currently visible aside from the Snow White hair on top of his head was his neck which was the only other section of his body visible. He lay deathly still within his cell that was until he heard the door open, being the only prisoner in the cell block for the past...well....while..apparently starving him out wasn't working, that wasn't a big surprise to him at all. Considering the training he underwent they weren't going to get answers like that, so what was the plan, now humiliate? Chop off an arm or something else of his, perhaps execute? He sighed underneath the large metallic pad that was pressed tightly against his face. Footsteps began to get closer to him, however he also heard something similar to the sound of something being wheeled in...looks like he was going for a trip. Most likely to the execution plank..oh well he lived a good life..not very long, but it was good one. When the door to his cell opened he didn't bother trying to talk his words would just get muffled. Seems as though Four guys came to pick him up this time, and by the sound of it all of them were much taller then to him. Being gripped at his midsection for a moment it seemed they were trying to lift him up and put him onto whatever was supposed to wheel him out of the cellblock and to where ever they were suppose to take him. Well either way didn't matter much to him. He felt top of his head gripped and his body pushed forward, he began to move forward. Slowly dragging the gigantic chains that were wrapped around not only his body, but ensuring his arms were locked behind  him. Slowly he began to move forward however being whacked on the top of his head by what felt like the bud of gun. An of course the head of the rifle was pressed tightly against his cranium. There were two pressed against his cranium and as he walked out of the cell block two more pairs of footsteps joined him. Great so now he had six people escorting to his final location. After a couple minutes of only getting to hear the sound of cell blocks door open and the sound of multiple feet walking out of step. They finally approached the outside where now he would have to deal with general public, if it wasn't for heightened hearing he would wouldn't be able to hear anything, however thanks to this. He could at least hear the murmurs and what not of the probably extremely weird sight before the usual denizens of this world. A 5'0 boy covered in chains and a metal pad over his entire head except the top of his head and neck. Either this was going to be a tough one to get out of...or well he expected to die in an accident or something with the other two idiots...but this...this was a surprise he'd definitely have to admit.

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Re: Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Karahito on Thu Aug 27, 2015 12:36 am

It had been some few years since she had hid herself away. In such a world as this one, it was difficult to be found unless one wanted to be found. And that was exactly what the ebony-haired woman wanted. After causing such a cataclysmic event at the former organization that was a part of, it was quite likely that surviving loyalists were on a hunt for her. It's been years since then, but if there was one thing she was sure of, it's that they wouldn't rest until she received “justice”. Not that that backstabbing hellhole would know what justice was if it slapped them in the face.

And so she fell under the radar in the backwater world that was Port Royal, waiting for the day she'd be able to return and finish them off once and for all. Her initial assault on those bastards left her in a weakened state, completely drained of the powers she possessed. Try as she might, none of her spells worked quite the same. She was back at square one, and as such, was in no position to be taking on the headhunters that would be hot on her tail.  

This place was so outdated, that it disgusted the Karahito. She had hopped from place to place, and sadly, this was one of her best options. She was born and raised in a high-class home, always clean, always modern. But this place... it was the exact opposite. And to top it off, it appeared that magic was just a myth here. Sure it made training difficult, but it was just something that she'd have to deal with if she wanted to remain concealed. And while she wasn't all too please with the attire she had to wear to remain inconspicuous, it was a minor thing that she dealt with. None of the locals, the few that she had the displeasure of conversing with, suspected a thing. She has successfully assimilated herself into this society.

Walking down the street in her blouse and skirt, Karahito kept quiet and to herself. Her long, black locks were tied up in a modest fashion similar to the other woman of the world. With a basket looped on to her her, her main and only objective with coming to town was to restock her supplies. The task would have been easier if it weren't for the heavy fog that blanketed the area. Made finding the dirt trail from her place of living to the sea-side town most inconvenient. Waiting wasn't an option, however, and so the woman had to deal and make the trek.

But after walking all that way, the stupid shop was closed. And thus, the light shined down upon how unreliable people were around here... But it seemed as though there was a reason for it. The ebony-haired woman picked up on the hushed whispers of a gaggle of girls as the rushed on by. Her keen ears picked up on the topic of an execution. This would be amusing, no doubt. Likely some idiot, self-proclaimed pirate king that got drunk and was caught causing mayhem. Or something along those lines. Most of those unfortunate souls got what was coming for them. Every so often, the local events were enough to amuse her for a little while, before turning back to the drab usual.

Following the handful of people that converged at one location, one that she could have found either way as it was the singular spot for these kinda of events, Karahito was indeed surprised by what she saw. This... boy? Must have been with how damn short he was, he was chained from his shoulders down, a mask of metal clasped around his head. All that she could make of him was the white mop of hair on the top of his head, and the bare skin of his neck.

“What an unusual hair color for someone so young... Perhaps he's not from this world? His own fault for getting caught, I guess...” The woman thought the herself, weaving her frame through the throngs of people so that she could get a better view. “Though I wonder what he's being executed for. Must have done something beyond stupid like the rest of them...”

Karahito began, at that moment, to imagine all the "nefarious" deeds such a short kid could get himself into. It's not like he could blend in with that outlandish hair color. What started out as a quiet chuckle escalated into a loud laughter. The musings running through her mind was too much to hold in. Sure, it brought some unwanted attention upon herself, but just this once, she'd ignore the watching eyes. "Pray tell, guardsmen. What did a child such as this do to warrant execution?" She asked, still laughing as she gestured a hand to the bound being. "Does his mother at least know where he is? I bet she's a proud one, that dame!"

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Re: Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Veara on Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:40 pm

Walking through the crowd around him and having six guards around him there wasn't much that he currently possibly do or even get away with at the moment in time. He wasn't sure if his snakes would be quick enough to handle the guards, he already knew they'd be strong enough to rip this metal pad off his face, however the problem after that would be the rest of the chains that were tapered and restricting his body. If he could just get the...uh oh....someone was laughing. Usually that doesn't seem like that big of a problem or oddity, it's only natural to either A. Be very weirded out by what was before them which would be understandable I mean who wouldn't at least take a second look that was currently being paraded down execution street. Then there's B, you see something this ridiculous, he would admit for a Santiago who was as vertically challenged as himself to be escorted by six people the way he was...even he would end up at least snorting or blowing air out of his nostrils. Though there was a problem with this route being taken at least there was for him. Port Royal was the leading example of a horrible mob mentality, especially in these type of scenario's. Between the honest folk tired of the indecent and the the indecent wearing the garb of the honest. Either way the mob mentality would be pretty quick to start the boy thought. Twisting his head towards the initial fire starter of this soon to be movement would draw too much attention to himself so he decided to keep to himself allow himself to act as though he was out of it and wasn't really paying attention. At the moment he felt the top of head and he was punched right next in the neck. His eyes widened underneath the metal pad locked to his face as he quickly began to start cough falling to one knee. The back of his neck felt it was being crushed with the bud of gun. Apparently the officer that had his gun upon his neck was currently speaking. "He was caught attempting to murder a fellow red coat so therefore he will be sentenced to hang at the gallows. Even worse then a pirate. Another freak with abilities." The large man spoke in a posh tons before bringing the bud of the gun down on the back of his neck. Soon that was followed by a jab with the barrel of the straight to the top of his head and slowly but surely a beating began and so did the jeers. The beating didn't last long as Garth believed it would but it definitely took his course he was pretty sure some of his clothes were ripped and he felt blood dripping from his neck and he felt a fresh wound open up on his side possibly from a....bayonet or a barrel of the gun. Either way currently all he could hear were the laughs and jeers of the people around him. As he was forced back onto his feet and pushed forward he kept walking now knowing a crowd was sure to follow. People were invested and they probably wished to see him do a little jig before they carried out the rest of their day.

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Re: Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Karahito on Thu Sep 03, 2015 10:48 pm

It seemed as though her taunt failed to phase the bound prisoner. That alone was enough to dampen her jesting spirit. Though it seemed as though the others who had gathered were more than happy to continue in her stead. Crossing her arms under her bust, Karahito popped her hip to the side. The sight of the boy getting beaten like he was, and just before what would be his execution, the ebony-haired woman had to bite her tongue. She was all for the misery of those that deserved it, but there was a boundary somewhere. The mob cheered, however, excited by the act of violence. “How simpleminded these people are, amused by the pain of others... Sadly, I can't say I'm all too different. There's not much else to do in this godforsaken place...”

Bloody, torn, and beaten, the assault on the prisoner continued for a little longer as the guard gave Karahito the answer she was seeking. It seemed as though the boy was far more than she initially thought. 'Another freak with abilities.' There had been a few of those that were found throughout the years that she had taken residency on the world. Each one that they managed to capture was sentenced to death, either for witchcraft or some other idiotic reason. It was a sad fate, being killed for something not entirely their fault. But it was also the reason that the ebony-haired woman trained in secrecy, away from the prying eyes of those who would turn her in. Or from the eyes she knew would be hunting for her. She still had yet to return to her former skill, and Karahito doubted that it would happen any time in the near future.

So for the time being, she bit her tongue and stared at the bound boy as he was pulled to his feet. He was slashed across the side with the barrel of a gun, an unnecessary touch. He was caught trying to murder one of the guard, however. So maybe... this guy really did deserve the fate his was given. Being so disconnected from any magical or supernatural community had created a void in her life not easily filled. Seeing another like herself bite the dust was unfortunate, but she supposed that it was what it was.

With a look of disgust on her face to hide the disappointment, Karahito joined the cheering crowd as they followed the guards and the prisoner. The shop she needed to visit wouldn't likely open till after the execution, so she may as well just follow the crowd until then. Maybe she'd be entertained. Most likely not. But who knew?

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Re: Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Veara on Mon Sep 07, 2015 1:50 pm

Well this sucked.

Not only did was he about to get executed, but now he had to deal with one of his favorite shirts having a tear in it and the blood stains that were currently becoming bigger blotches. He listened to the words that were spoken by the one English man. Yes, he was another freak with powers, and yes, he was sorta right. He did try to kill a commanding officer. Granted, obviously enough the man skipped a few details here and there, but what are you going to do right? It's nots like he could say or do anything considering his situation. The mob mentality was really ignited now the boy gathered quite a crowd it wasn't too big, but from the amount of jeers and insults he was currently taking...he assumed it was big enough. His neck was also hurting not to mention, his body was stinging from all the rifle buds that were just smashed against not only his chest but also his back and legs. It wasn't as if his body on fire but it was stinging. To make matters worse it was the the worst type of sting the one that keep happens while you move. Plus his head was getting sweaty and sticky and a little hot thanks to the gigantic metal pad the was clinging to his head as if it were some kind of face hugger. This isn't really how he planned for his last day to go at all.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow...

Great. Now, it could be assumed some people were throwing things... that just perfect. He was at least going to die with a little humiliation now it turned out that he was going to get a whole lot of humiliation and he was definitely right  now expecting for a lot. "Thought you could spoil the captains fun last night didn't you, you freak." He heard one of them say within a polished tone and accent from underneath probably his powered wig. Last night was definitely not as simple as that man put it. Though if he had to be concisely concise. This what he gets for doing good deeds on the world. He got shot with a large cannon ball straight to face and surprisingly rather then his entire being knocked clean of his shoulders he was knocked out. Just the fact that he wasn't dead already was a huge surprise to him so him simply being alive now was quite a relief. Though he was forced to stop walking for a second and he was forced to look upwards while he soon once again he was assaulted with the bud of a gun...yup he was here.

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Re: Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Karahito on Sun Oct 04, 2015 4:42 pm

While Karahito was at the front of the growing mob, her arms remained crossed under her bust as people began to throw things at the man. She was content with just giving him a nasty stare, not finding it necessary to further injure someone that was about to die anyways. Everyone else was doing that for her, anyways. But there was still a bitter taste in her mouth. They kept calling him a freak and it was irking her deeply. She was well aware of the fact that the term wasn’t directed at her, but she knew the moment that they seen she wasn’t “normal” then they would be calling her the same thing. So she took it as an indirect insult to her person, which she took with a bit of withheld rage.

Following the soldiers as they guided the prisoner with the white mop, the whig that lead the parade continued to insult the kid. The ebony-haired woman took what they said with a grain of salt, however. The guard, while meant to keep the peace and order, was known for their self righteous form of crooked justice. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if the men were leaving some information out to make the man seem more guilty than he really was. But on the other hand, he did get himself caught. That was no one’s fault but his own… Made her wonder how they managed to catch him though. Was he that weak, or did something happen that they weren’t telling the crowd. That wouldn’t have surprised her, either. The people here were so primitive and she couldn’t stand it...

Not too long after that, with persisting taunts and assaults on the guy, they made it to the execution sight. A tall wooden structure formed the gallows. The man was going to hang his so-called crimes, it seemed. Though she watched on as they beat him yet again with the butt of a gun, her face was calm, nearly placid, despite her inner anger and annoyance. Something just… didn’t sit right with her...

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Post by Veara on Fri Oct 09, 2015 11:41 am

He stood proud and tall simply cuffed and chained with that large metal pad draped across his head. When he initially didn't move he was stuck in the gut with one rifle bud then followed by another  that was aimed at the center of his back. Unfortunately one of the guards seemed to have gotten too excited and then they smashed the side of his metal pad creating quite a dent on the side of the large metal lock. Eventually after a couple more beatings to different sections of his body and one quick thrust with the bayonet to the side of his torso once again. They were able to get him moving most of the guard waited at the bottom while he climbed up the stairs. Only one followed him up the stairs keeping the gun pointed at his back. Honestly this action confused him what was the point of keeping the gun at his back wasn't he already about to die?  Was that really needed as though the guards were saying if you don't walk up the stairs to your death, we're going to kill you...makes sense to anyone with the brain of a mite. When he was finally at the top of the stairs the man seemed confident enough as though he had him. So once again the man said something aloud about last night, once again mentioning his captain and he even mentioned something about making fun of the incident where the young girl was almost raped that night.  The crowd drowned out his words with their insults and jeers. No longer throwing trash however wanting blood, and it didn't seem as though they wanted anyone else's except for his own.

Finally he felt a clank on the side of the metal pad and it finally dropped from around his head. Apparently they were letting him able to view the good people of this city before death. His blood red eyes simply stared forward as he looked out towards the horizon a bland expression on his face as they put a small box for him to stand on so that he would be able to reach the noose. He simply stared at the guard that put the box before him and before even the first insult could come out of his mouth he was slapped again with the bud of the gun this time on the side of his mouth. Falling down to the side purposely to the side still putting up his charade the boy spit out blood as he was quickly yanked back up and forced to stand on the box.

He felt the noose begin to be put around his mouth while the guard next to him had a cocky smile on his face and tightly began to tug the rope around his neck.


Yup.

With this much weight the moment they released that door his neck would probably automatically snap on him.

Ah well.

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Re: Dying Is a Gift [closed]

Post by Karahito on Sun Nov 01, 2015 9:19 pm

Karahito had to hand it to him. This kid was able to able to hold his head high despite what was about to happen. He took all their beatings with little resistance, being struck all over his body several times more. One of those damned guards even dented the metal on his metal mask, another striking him with a bayonet a second time. As as most of them stood at the base of the stairs, one prodded him forward. The woman had some respect for what she took as him having confidence and dignity.

The surrounding crowd cheered and jeered with excitement as he climbed those steps. And yet, Karahito couldn’t bring herself to join them. There were others like herself, not finding the prospect of death amusing at all, but those individuals didn’t stand at the front like she did, with a front row view. With her arms crossed under her bust, her keen ears heard the guard once again mentioning what happened with a vague retelling, but his voice was widely drowned out by the crowd. The sneaking suspicion that they were leaving something out. What it was and for what reason, however, she couldn’t quite tell.

In his last moments, the soldiers felt gracious enough to let the boy see the world. Watching with a piqued curiosity as the metal mask was unlocked and removed, Karahito raised her brow at the sight. Surprisingly, he wasn’t a boy at all, but rather, just a short man. And that man, with his peculiar white hair, had blood red eyes that caused many of the people around her to proclaim him a acolyte of the devil, that he just wasn’t ‘human’. The idea that a person wasn’t human based solely on their appearance was preposterous, something the ebony-haired woman didn’t agree with at all. Sometimes it was those people that were more human than humanity itself. This showed in how the man still carried himself with dignity, eyes cast forward. He didn’t beg for his life, like the cowards before him. He didn’t wince when beaten by the butt of the guns, or struck by the bayonets. She had a budding respect for the strange man, and was curious as to what his story was, what had gotten him into that situation.

And as he was stepping onto that box that would boost him to the noose, time was running short to sate her curiosity. That, and the rising aggravation and irritation caused by the soldiers and the mob, had made her want to spoil their fun. Life wasn’t a toy for one’s amusement. It was a precious thing that needed to be preserved and protected. Anyone who thought otherwise needed a serious psyche check and a swift blow to the head. Like how the guards kept beating the man against the head. Which, as far as she was concerned, was more than enough to sate her daily dose of viewing punishment. It was sickening. They knocked him so hard that he actually fell over and spat out blood. Being forced to his feet, the soldiers got him back on to the box.

The people that stood around Karahito got even louder when the noose was placed around his neck. The ebony haired woman began to weave her way through the crowd, to the far end of the bodies. The entire way, she kept eye contact with the red-eyed man hoping that she might catch his attention as she traversed the front row. One thing she noticed from her position off to his right-hand side, was she cocky grin the guard wore. Pissed her off, it did. Karahito had made up her mind in that one instance. If the soldiers had caught him, then it shouldn’t have been hard for kill him. Right? With that in mind, she’d hear out his story. If she found him guilty, then she’d kill him right then and there. Simple enough.

When the gallows were about to be put into play, Karahito started to build energy into her hand. “Come on, magic, don’t fail me now.” She prayed within her mind. The energy sparked into flames and the ebony-haired woman spawned it on the rope. She was afraid for a moment that her magic would falter, as it had been doing ever since then, but there was a silent cheer as it seemed to work. The flame burnt right through the rope as the man was dropped. Before his weight could snap his neck, he was sent tumbling to the ground. She didn’t know if he caught on, but hopefully he could run with his hands bound. And hopefully, he’d catch her drift and give chase.

Whether he did or not, she swiftly made her way through the streets. Karahito rounded corners, and walked at a brisk pace without looking back. She kept going, out of town and down several trails that have seen little use, and to a small shack of a building some way into the trees that surrounded Port Royal.

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Post by Veara on Sat Nov 07, 2015 8:04 pm

Garth ended up simply sighing while he awaited his final fall, he noticed one in the crowd moving and he watched her move without moving his eyes. The reason why he watched that one was the simple fact of the matter was that out everyone in the crowd he could smell the magic on them....just like he smelled the magic earlier....was this the one who started all of this.

Either way that didn't matter, what mattered was that his worries would be over very very soon...

'snap'

Or not.

The boy began to tumble forward as the crowd gasped and quickly began to gasp and move backwards while the guards came towards him before he even landed, unfortunately for them going out by being stabbed by multiple bayonets really didn't appeal to him. Quickly the boy shifted his body right side up ensuring he would land on his feet. Quickly after that he ran right through giving them one last chance to stick it to him....and boy did they ever....breaking through their defense was easy enough without hurting them. Holding his bound hands in front of his face he ensure that they didn't slice up his face at least. Though his already wounded torso was a completely different story. While he ran through the guard that were escorting him he was impaled twice on his left and once on his right. When he was impaled for the sixth time that day his eyes widened and they changed to yellow for a moment while his hair went pitch black for a second. Quickly the boy while running began to smash the metal against his face hard. The boy groaned out loud but continued looking like a mental case to those who were in the crowd. Finally after doing this for a couple second he felt once again his features returning to normal and the boy ceased attacking himself. Turning his attention back to getting away from his pursuers he aimed for the nearest rooftop quickly putting all his power into his legs the boy ran towards the first lower rooftop. Pushing himself as hard as he could against the ground an imprint of his feet were left in the stone as he leaped into the air. Leaving the guards that were currently chasing him behind to their whistle blowing and bell ringing to alert others in the area one had escaped. Landing on a rooftop two buildings over the boy continued running and jumping over. While his legs were on autopilot heading towards the scent of the one with the magic the boy tried to focus his current strength on simply breaking out of the cuffs that held him. Just his luck, unfortunately they weren't showing any signs of budging. The blonde was in charge of this not him just how tough were these anyways he wasn't a pushover or at least he thought he wasn't. His snakes could easily dismantle however he didn't exactly wish to use them cause once they started to come out, they didn't stop.

An sometimes they 'triggered' him.

Whatever.

He picked up her scent strongly now.

Quickly he to took a quick right on weak roof and his foot went through the roof and he ended up twisting his foot a little. Ignoring the pain he jumped off the dirt road and still he ran around 20mph over seventy five percent less of his normal running speed but the wounds and now the twisted foot were beginning to take s toll on his body. He stopped at the first intersection for a couple moments before picking up the scent again. This took a couple more times until finally he found the small house. The house of his savior being a quaint one...walking towards the...walking towards the house...

'flop'

The boy's body after the beatings of last night and the beatings in the prison finally gave out on him. He fell on the gravel ground far away from the town his blood freely falling out of his body as he simply looked towards the house and he simply flipped his body over and he simply looked towards the sky chuckling a little before he passed out.

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Post by Karahito on Sat Dec 05, 2015 1:27 am

It wasn’t long until there were whistles and bells going off. Even from her head-start of a distance, Karahito could make out the voices that shouted to each other. Good. He successfully escaped. He proved that he was at least a little useful, whoever he was. She waited for him in front of her home, arms crossed under her bust, hip popped to the side. She looked impatient, but in reality, she was wondering if he’d actually make it all this way in his condition. It wasn’t long after that he appeared, battered and beyond bruised. He didn’t even get five paces away before he toppled over, unconscious. Walking over to him with a bit of caution, Karahito could tell that he was losing blood and fast. All of this would have been for naught if he died on her doorstep. Too bad she was crap at healing magic…

Sighing, the ebony-haired woman got to work. Tossing one of the man’s arms over her shoulder, she dragged him inside her house. She’d have to clean up the blood trail he was leaving behind later, but whatever. Then and now. Priorities. Dragging him inside, she laid him out on her bed and looked over his wounds. They were both deep AND plentiful. It was like the guards provided her with a two of one deal! Ugh…!

Looking to the side, she only had so many things to work with in her little shack. Cloth. Fire… Prodding irons. Actually, she could work with that. He was passed out cold anyways, so- Actually, he might feel it, but it was for his own good. Putting the iron in the fire, she went and tore up some old fabrics into strips. She then got some water in a bowl and set it on the floor beside the bed. Taking the hot iron from the fire, she stared at the red metal with a heavy sigh. Better now then when it’s too late.

Turning to the man, she set to work. To each of his open wounds, she seared them closed. There were so many, and she had the unfortunate pleasure of having to check his more… unseemly places in search for more gashes in his skin. After that was all said and done, Karahito washed him up and put cloth around some of the more tender wounds. She would have been more satisfied if she could have stitched him up, but this would have to do.

So. After he was closed up, cleaned up, and redressed in at least his pants (as his shirt was torn to shreds), the black-haired woman went about cleaning up the mess he made. There was blood streaked across her floor. Next was the blood outside her house. Thankfully, the guard sucked at their jobs and hadn’t found her place yet. Doing what she had to to hide the blood, the outside was covered. Returning inside, she stood at the bedside with her hands at her hips. Despite the god awful beating he took, he was pretty- No. Forget it Kara. Not now, not ever. Walking away, she went to start preparing lunch, being that her trip to town had caused her to completely skip breakfast. Such a waste of time that was… This guy was gonna pay for that...

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Post by Veara on Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:03 pm

Dark.

So this was death.

Not as bad as he thought it would be, granted it would be cool if it were a little brighter. Though the fact he could still move his toes....wait...he could still move his toes? You can't move your toes when your dead.

Well shit.

So much for getting off the ride, seems as though he got off one rollercoaster and now was on a completely different one. Fair enough, time to see what this rollercoaster had in store for him.

He fought hard for a moment to restore his conscious. Slowly feeling himself coming back down to earth. When suddenly he felt the sure sign that he was still alive, pain. "Ow." The boy muttered out loud to himself as he slowly opened his eyes. "Well being in pain, definitely beats being dead." He spoke as he felt the warmth of the bed beneath him and he also felt the state of someone on him. Slowly his vision became clear and he rocked his head back and forth for a moment. Blinking a couple times before he turned to looked towards the one who could be called his savior. "You're the one I suppose I should thank because without you I'd be a seagulls feast. So thank you kindly, sorry for bleeding all over you. If I was capable of not doing so, I probably wouldn't have done it." He tried to move his body, however with a sudden surge of immense pain being released throughout his entire body he stopped and he simply lay still. Looks like he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with the damage he was dealing with currently. A sigh of his breath and shake of his head so his hair was no longer in the way of his red eyes he looked up at the ceiling and blew some air out his mouth followed by looking up and over at his savior. "Well savior I would have liked to get out of your hair quickly but it seems....I may stuck here for awhile. Bother, so I guess introductions are in order. I'm Garth, from Destiny Islands. Is their a name or alias you go by? Don't get me wrong I'll keep calling you savior if that's what you want." He spoke trying to not to move his body so much and simply enjoy the bed he was currently on might as well he was going to be stuck here for some time by the looks of it.

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Post by Karahito on Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:52 pm

Hearing a quiet voice off the side, Karahito gave the stirring man a sidelong glance. She was sitting on a short stool in front of the fire, stirring the contents of a small pot that hung over it. Impeccable timing, that one. The wincing guy then addressed her, calling her a savior and thanking her. Scoffing, she turned her eyes back to the pot. She was no savior. Her reasons for saving him were completely selfish and his fate was still up in the air. At the same time, she didn’t mind being praised. Felt kinda nice...

“Yeah, you bled all over me, my house, and just about anywhere I dragged your unconscious body.” Karahito began with a rather self-important tone. “But I took care of it, so whatever. You're safe for now.”

The white-haired man then tried to get up, something she knew wasn’t going to go very far. He lay right back down, and, after hair-flipping the locks from his eyes, stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t anything special, her house. Just a simple wooden shack that had seen its fair share of wear and tear. Red eyes returned to her, and he spoke again. She already knew he was in no condition to be moving around. It was only a couple of hours ago that he was being stabbed and beaten. No wounds heal that quickly…

“Well ‘Garth’, I tell you what. Tell me what it was that got the soldiers so bent on killing you, a so-called freak, and I’ll tell you my name, as well as allow you to take refuge in my home until you’re in a better condition and can leave on your own. And I want the truth, not some made up fable to impress me.” She said, and shot icy blue eyes in his direction. If he was from Destiny Islands, he was a long way from home. What brought him all the way here? Yet another question Karahito pondered.

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Post by Veara on Mon Dec 14, 2015 3:54 pm

Listening to her talk, he realized that not everyone was like the blonde. Though to be fair there was no reason to be sarcastic or rude towards this one yet, hell without her like he said earlier he would have been a seagulls brunch.

"Well again I thank you for taking care of me, as for that whole bleeding over everything I apologize, but as for the whole freak business....I would gladly show you why they were calling me that....but my energy is kind of close to nothing...in short let's put it like this. I was walking around the port about a night ago and then little girl around 14 to 16 was about to be deflowered by their captain, I punch him so hard with a snake that came out of my hand he goes flying into a wall. Uhhh lets see what happened after that he calls for reinforcements, I end up fighting for awhile and eventually they knock me out by...and I'm a little embarrassed by this...they basically shot a cannon and the cannon ball hit me in the face and knocked me out. Surprisingly my face is still cool, but yea I got knocked out. I woke up in the prison and I had a metal pad on my face and felt extremely weak. I guess the reason they kept calling me a freak cause of the whole snakes coming out of me thing. They were at least afraid of me though someone in the crowd said something about the fact I'm extremely vertically challenged and I guess that fueled their courage to start beating the crap out of me again.....then well I almost died and then you came along...and then I followed passed out..and then I thank you and then you asked me what happened and I started explaining."

He finally finished speaking and he simply yawned afterwards. Slowly he began to move his head to face towards the girl. An he felt himself getting sleepy again though for now at least he could wave it off not trying to fall asleep before he could at least finish talking to her.

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Post by Karahito on Sat Dec 19, 2015 5:50 pm

As the boy spoke, Karahito continued to give him a sidelong stare as she mindlessly stirred the contents of the pot. She was particularly interested in seeing what this power of his was first-hand, but it appeared that he was currently want for energy. He then started to tell his tale. As she suspected earlier on that morning, the guards were abusing their power for their own means. She’d have to make a mental note to give them their just desserts later. He then mentioned a snake? Was that his power - to summon snakes? The very thought of the reptile had her inwardly cringing. living next to a jungle, it wasn’t uncommon to come across the creatures. They didn’t bother her as much as a typical woman, Kara could remove them from her home with no incident, but they were just weird to look at…

That train of thought was quickly overwritten as Garth’s story continued. He was shot… by a cannonball. IN THE FACE. What kind of inhuman being did one have to be to only pass out from that? She turned widened, bewildered eyes upon him, finally turning on her little stool to fully look at him. Karahito then took a moment to reflect on what she formerly was. A cannonball would have done more than just knock her out, but she would have been able to survive it as well. So then what kind of level was he on, and could be possibly help her get out of this funk she was in? Only time could tell, she supposed… The black-haired woman then cringed for a different reason, having her turning back to the pot and stirring it once again.

So he heard her taunting his size earlier? Thankfully, he didn’t recognize that it was her or there would be quite a bit more friction than what would be comfortable. Playing it off, she forced her expression to return to a neutral just before he looked at her. “I see… So you weren’t the criminal they were pinning you as, as I thought. That’s a relief to hear. But in this world, you should be cautious about using any sort of magic. It’s foreign to this world, and many people fear it. Due to that fear, they’ll have a sort of fight or flight. They’ll either try to terminate you, or will revere you.” She explained, not knowing how familiar he was with the world. “There are a few cases that are exceptions, but many only believe them to be nothing more than myth or legend. One thing people always managed to forget, though… Legends are based on truths…” Karahito spoke as she stared pensively into the pot, seemingly getting lost in her thoughts. The flames that lay beneath it reflected in her icy blue eyes.

“Well, lunch is done, if you’re hungry!” The woman then jumped to her feet, stepping out of Garth’s line of sight. Truth be told, it was done a while ago, but the woman was investing in her bizarre guest, and the musings of her past. Silently sighing as she leaned against the counter, she shook her head. It did her no good to get ahead of herself. One step at a time…

Taking two bowls from the shelf and grabbing some spoons, she returned to the fireside and began to spoon some of the pot’s contents into the bowls. Setting both on the table, Karahito turned to tell him to get up and froze. “You don’t need me to feed you, do you?” She asked in a stoic tone.

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Post by Veara on Sun Dec 27, 2015 12:24 pm

When she asked him if she would have to spoon feed him a light dry laugh left his hips. Slowly he attempted to move when he felt a sudden surge of pain resonate through his body equivalent to that of someone impaling him with a broadsword. He stopped moving and he simply looked up at her. He tried to move once again, but again that extreme wave of pain to constrict his body once more as his body screamed NO at his attempts to move. His injuries were simply to strong at this moment, and this was going to be awkward. He looked up towards her and he simply sighed. "You ever try to do something and everytime you tried you felt like someone was unloading shotgun shells into your entire body and then hitting you in the gut with them. That's how it currently feels when attempting to move. So...shit. Try putting the bowl next to my head I'll just lick the contents." He spoke dryly trying to inch his head towards the side. The woman looked okay and saved his life....but being fed was another story entirely and was something he'd rather not have happen. Attempting to move his body once more just rang out with another shot of pain, so he simply finally decided to cease moving. Though he couldn't help, but feel as though he had heard her voice earlier at some point in time. Of course due to the whole blacking out portion of his trip it was a little hard to figure out just when indeed he had heard the voice. Until his mind was less foggy right now it felt as though he could have heard it a week ago or possibly the same day earlier. Though, the fact of the matter was that she saved him the possibility of him hearing her voice was very little, if any at all. For now he felt as though he was simply being foolish and shook his head slightly along with the thoughts that he currently had within his mind. At this point he tried to have a snake appear from the side of his cheek though even that felt way too much of a challenge. Garth feeling frustrated just flat out stopped tried to doing different things. He wasn't used to feeling this weak and honestly he hated it. It was foreign and wasn't to his fancy at all. For now he simply looked up towards his savior or rather the girl and simply looked towards her and the bowl awaiting for her put it next to his face or maybe simply put his head within that way he could drown and escape the situation that way. Hell, it would beat the noose at the least.

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Post by Karahito on Sun Jan 10, 2016 10:47 pm

Karahito could see the pain and discomfort that played the man’s face as he attemped to get up, to move, or do anything. Eventually, the man just resigned and turned to Kara with a sigh. She raised a brow at him, knowing what was wrong, but not expecting the answer that came out of him. Thinking back about it, she remembered clearly such a time and nodded her head. Back when she was training with her former organization, the beatings that she was given on a frequent basis, all in the name of her younger brother. But those brutes, they...

She sighed and looked back to Garth, who had given her a pretty bizarre instruction. The black-haired woman merely raised a brow as she blankly stared at him. He wanted to lap the contents of the bowl while she held it… That seemed… so very unconventional. Sighing again and shaking her head. Karahito took a bite from her own bowl and picked up the one meant for the bedridden male. Along with it, came a stool and a spoon. Plopping the wooden seat beside the bed, the woman sat down and held out a spoonful to him.

“Here. You’ll look ridiculous eating it that way, so I’ll just, uh… Ahem. Just eat. Okay?” She said to him, fighting back what was arising as bashfulness. Hell if she could figure out why she was suddenly feeling embarrassed about feeding someone who was incapable of doing it themselves. In fact, she was doing him a favor in doing so. He should be grateful. Or so, that’s what she kept telling herself. The look that Kara gave him would say that he didn’t have much choice in the matter.

Holding out the spoon to him, she couldn’t help the memories that crept to the forefront of her mind. Of feeding her sickly little brother as he lay in bed, to tired and weak to get up and do it herself. The woman felt a small pang of sadness in that moment, but refused to show any signs of it on her face. It only served to make her feel resistant in doing the act, and yet, more invested in doing that same act.

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Post by Veara on Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:12 am

Garth at the moment couldn't move and he could barely even move his head without feeling the pain within his body surge throughout the rest of his limbs like crazy. He did have a long enough tongue, however it seemed as though his savior disagreed with him eating that way. Garth looked up at her for a second with a blank face and he simply opened his mouth his tongue stayed relaxed and more importantly he didn't show any signs of how far it could extend. He would rather not have her see just the extent of his powers at the moment.  Looking up at her with his mouth open he moved forward towards the spoon and he swallowed the contents on it. It was warm, really warm, a slight burn on the tongue that he could definitely endure with no problem. The flavor was good and considering his current situation that was more then enough for him to be content.  

Garth licked his lips and simply looked up at her and then looked up towards her. Usually he was a very proud type of person so for this too happen he wasn't absolutely sure of how to feel about this situation.

Once again he couldn't help, but look away for a moment, quickly a red tint appeared on his cheek, however just as quick as it came it had disappeared. Looking back towards her simply nodded at her to the best of his ability. "Thanks. It's really appreciated, I guess would have looked really ridiculous trying to do this on my own. It..it tastes pretty good thank you. As soon as I can I'll see if I can call up a friend so that way I can get out of your hair quickly, what you're doing right now is already way more then enough." He finished speaking to her and he couldn't feel the ability to make contact with his blonde friend yet. Perhaps by later tonight.....ah who was he kidding at max it would take a week before he could even possibly send out the call. The only reason he even could possibly unleash his snakes would be just the fact that he was currently alive, though even that would cause a lot of pain. Who knows how much mental pain it would inflict on him to call someone.

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Post by Karahito on Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:50 pm

Holding out the spoon to him, being careful not to let any spill on to the floor, Karahito looked at him with a raised brow. Garth opened his mouth, in what she would assumed to have been protest, but gave in and accepted her offer. It was a small victory for the sorceress, and she smiled on the inside. This man seemed like one to uphold his pride in a great deal of situations, but he admitted to her demand with a relative ease. Spooning in the bite, Kara pulled the utensil from his mouth and looked for his reaction.

He licked his lips...

The woman caught Garth’s gaze as he looked up to her, and she fought ever so hard to contain her blush, though with a twitching brow, a slight tint of pink dusted her cheeks. It felt like far longer than a handful of seconds that their eyes met. More like minutes… Or maybe even hours. Whatever the proper measure of time, the man lying immobile on her bed was the one to break the awkward eye contact and turned his eyes to the side. Karahito did likewise, and tore her gaze in the opposite direction.

The ebony-haired woman missed his blush, for when she finally returned her eyes to him, it was gone. She looked him all over from a sidelong stare as he spoke. “I-I.. ah…” She took a moment to cough into a fist and recompose herself. “Well of course it tastes good. I wouldn’t subject a guest to eat some god-awful porridge. And as a guest, feel free to stay as long as you need. Don’t want you taking two steps outside and collapsing or something. So stay as long as you must until you’re in prime traveling condition. Last thing I want is for you to be recaptured by those soldiers after all the effort I put into saving you…”

For the most part, Kara was asserting her bizarre form of superiority, though meant no harm by it. It was her tool to stay her embarrassment. Opening her eyes, she looked down as she spooned up another bite for Garth. Holding it out to him, she waited for him to eat it.

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Post by Veara on Tue Feb 23, 2016 4:06 pm

Garth looked at girl above him as she held another spoon of the food out to him. A warm smile adorned his face as he took another spoonful of the food and he simply enjoyed it while his body still felt the pain from earlier on in the day. Though another thing was bothering him....was she just blushing too....nah that couldn't have been the case. Shaking his head extremely softly so that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself. Though Garth, at that moment came to realize something.

"Well, thank you for the hospitality it's greatly appreciated and all be sure to repay it when I can...as much as I enjoy using savior I would rather use your name or an alias either would be fine...savior."

He spoke one more time simply as jest, usually he wasn't the best with jokes though he figured he could try it out one more time. With his pathetic excuse for comedy or whatever that one weird spider lady used to say to simply mess with him.

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Post by Karahito on Fri Mar 04, 2016 12:21 am

Karahito had continued to feed him, one spoon at a time. They were about halfway finished when she noticed the soft smile on Garth’s lips. That had really thrown her for a loop. It was… a good look on those features of his. Readying another bite for him to take, the ebony-haired woman noted how he shook his head, and tipped her head in silent questioning. The injured man then thanked her again, and made a comment that got her flustered.

Tightly gripping the bowl in her lap, she stared at him blankly. Even so, a light blush crept upon her fair cheeks. Had she really not told him her name, even after so rudely asking his? She debated for a moment on which name she should give to him. He seemed like an honest man, and was hardly in a position to make ill with her true name. But being that he was an outsider, and one capable of magicks, there was a possibility that he was a remnant of the organization that she had spent the last handful of years avoiding. As slight of a possibility as that was, Karahito didn’t really entertain the idea of risking that chance.

Cracking a smile at Garth’s poor attempt at joking, she let out an awkward chuckle. “I-I’m… I’m, uh…” She stopped to take a deep breath, and sigh it out to calm her nerves. Before now, the blue-eyes beauty never even hesitated on the matter. Perhaps it was the fact that Garth wasn’t from this world? Someone that she had something in common with? “You may call me Serenity.” She said to him, though cast her eyes down to the bowl in her lap. Spooning up another bite of stew for him, she would feed him without stopping until it was all gone.

When he had finished, Karahito got up from the stool she sat on, and dragged it back over to the table. After doing so, she went to the kitchen and placed the bowl in the sink. From where she stood, the man laying in her bed wouldn’t have been able to see her, so the sorceress took a moment to recompose herself. When ready, she returned to the main room and sat at the table so that she could eat her own meal. It was cooled by the time she got to it, but that was fine. Piping hot food only ever burned her taste buds.

She took a few bites and returned her eyes to Garth with a sidelong glance. “So, Garth. Where is it that you hail from?” She asked. It was an innocent question, being that he was painfully out of place there.

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