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Post by twostepsback on Dec 17, 2018 6:34:14 GMT -8
"I... I can take on part of an injury. I've never been able to remove an injury entirely from a patient, but well, something is better than nothing, right?" Charissa explains with a weak laugh.
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Post by black379 on Dec 17, 2018 15:16:35 GMT -8
Adeney cocked his head, his expression screwing into a condescending glare.
"That's ridiculous. You don't fully mend your patient, and you endanger yourself? Is that really better than leaving them to be dealt with by a proper doctor?" His gaze traveled her wrists again, more intently on the jagged marks that crisscrossed her skin. Besides the incision, they must have all been from her 'healing' others. It appeared she used her ability often, and he was surprised that Charissa seemed reasonably healthy.
"You must think it's a sort of talent. But if I were you, I would leave it alone. There's no use injuring yourself, or worse." Adeney nodded abruptly. His intent was not to be discouraging, but practical.
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Post by twostepsback on Dec 17, 2018 18:15:53 GMT -8
Charissa fiddles with her bag strap as she explains. "It... Ah, works better when there are volunteers... People close to the injured party, who are willing to deal with pain, if it means that their friends or loved ones will be able to see another dawn..." Charis looks straight into Adeney's eyes as she intones her final statement. "The more people involved, the thinner I can spread the injury, which means less pain all around."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 17, 2018 20:49:07 GMT -8
Florence sat in silence as the Bird meandered on. She wore a frown beneath her mask as she slowly made to comprehend just what this creature was saying. And while she was certain that, if she were younger and with more time to spend, she would have delved deeper into this bout of history this creature just revealed.
But now she was set on one mission before her coming expiry.
"I would be glad to hear of a method to claim souls without violence. I do not enjoy violence," She added pointedly to her Red listener. "This... 'Gauntlet' sounds violent. I am uninterested in battling other champions."
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Post by EtherealNoire on Dec 17, 2018 21:13:06 GMT -8
Whispers of pain lured Talea from her haunt within the street's dilapidated shadows, flickering between the sparks of lamplight to evade the light's assault, and the dismal buildings craned ever closer to her retreating form, like stars tipped from their nebulous beds into the yawning void. Though her approach bore nigh more than padded footsteps, naked feet freed to soothe the grumbling stones, her presence roused the night.
Aloft female eyes entranced, hollow sockets leered within their skeletal cage, a visor that sparked animate between each mortal blink. Like the visage of death it judged, eternal and pertinacious, and shaman tongue harbored its commands.
"'Tis not the estate of mortals to erode what fetters bind flesh to portion. All deeds bare their end, and seldom note the forethought to their name." A graceful sweep of wrist bore svelte fingers to the air, poised at Charissa's face. "Marked are thee a foe to Death, for thou thieves His comrades from clement embrace. Thus shall your condemnation befall thee, where Death too shall claim your cherished in His fate."
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Post by EloHim on Dec 18, 2018 8:53:50 GMT -8
"- Oh, the violence could be avoided entirely, but alas I do not think Sanguines would appreciate it.”- Bird said, seemingly choosing to ignore the proposition of his own death. "- Plus, this place we currently reside in is almost nothing but violent.And souls will have to lose their housing. No-no-no, no other champions that I know of, and anyone He or you decide to bring along for a ride would be on your side. The Gauntlet is the Battle. But battle not of the bodies but of the mind, of the soul, of the will. Have that and victory will surely be secured. More than that… The deal was to gather three souls if I'm not mistaken. And while i will always question the necessity of blackmail to beings higher than me, I do want to mention that the reward for passing the Gauntlet would be much more than what was agreed upon. Which, while not necessary for your deal, might be just the pick-me-up you, Sanguines, might need. Or will you say that I'm wrong?" He threw in the bait. Now all he was had to do is wiggle it enough and see if the hunger will force fish to consume it. VoiceRec |
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Post by black379 on Dec 18, 2018 19:31:28 GMT -8
He understood where Charissa was coming from. It seemed counter-productive to 'heal' by sharing injury, but in extreme cases a mortal wound might be reduced to something curable. With that sort of power, Adeney might have saved Silvant when he found her broken body in the Warrens. More than still being alive, it would not have been his hands that killed her.
When Talea spoke up, he found her words curious. She held some disdain for Charissa's healing, while at the same time on her way to return a lost soul to its body. Adeney wondered if he had also upset Talea's patron, Death. He second guessed bringing her to Silvant, but she was his only hope to be sure the girl was properly restored. After all, if anyone should be called an enemy of death, it was a doctor.
Adeney couldn't rightly refute what the skull-wearing woman was saying, nor could he deny an interest in Charissa's ability. There was still so much to think on, and it didn't appear he would catch a break soon. Inwardly he was astonished at his own open-mindedness the last couple of days, and equally surprised he hadn't broken down.
"Ah..." He wasn't sure how to follow up Talea's ominous warning. "Well. I have a duty to attend. Probably we will meet again."
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Post by twostepsback on Dec 18, 2018 21:12:09 GMT -8
"Well... Alright then..." Charrissa trails off, before turning to face Taela. "And miss? If this being you know as 'Death' is anything like the 'Ciúin' I'm familiar with, they should have patience. All souls will eventually find their way to 'Tir na Marbh', sooner or later." She states politely, before turning to depart.
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Post by EtherealNoire on Dec 20, 2018 14:09:12 GMT -8
Trifles, ignorant, stained the silence, soothed only by melodies gifted to the stars. She sang in tongues of ice and shadows, till the air quivered within her call. No light-dweller bound her ways.
Did not the realm embrace their passage? Each trembling lip beckon the kiss of death? Did not each mortal at their end invoke his carass on lulling hearts? Knew they not his right to shattered souls?
Yet none had harbored death's sole darkness within their mortal shells. None but she had gifted her soma. Only Talea knew the claim of Night.
Thus, she drifted around the doctor with her lithe footsteps pale against the darkened streets. Two shades of innocence marred by filth.
The mortal agreed in part with the Light's child; she could sense it in his mind. It tainted him, oozed from his flesh and aura as a macabre poison eager to sully fate. Was that the nature behind his sins? Of calling forth the arts?
In empyrean dance she drew to him, lured by queries, and her figure dipped forward till naught but breath held their faces distant. Russet tresses parted with the tip of her head, exposing skin painted by moonlight and eyes ancient as the stars. Like an imprisoned cosmos, the heavens reflect in her upward gaze towards his. A spirit shackled to the earth, she stood bound yet destined for the skies.
"Guide me to thy spirit broken, for naught but trepidation haunts thy way. Whilst its toxins seek to claim thee, gifted is my life to amending the sorrows weighted in your souls astray."
Though she whispered secrets, her presence bespoke only lenity. A gift that graced her ethereal smile.
"Penance thus betides in time. Fret not its passage, only the passage cursed by deeds tarried. All shall be restored in Fate."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Dec 20, 2018 18:42:00 GMT -8
"Well... Alright then..." Charrissa trails off, before turning to face Taela. "And miss? If this being you know as 'Death' is anything like the 'Ciúin' I'm familiar with, they should have patience. All souls will eventually find their way to 'Tir na Marbh', sooner or later." She states politely, before turning to depart. Tilda marched along the streets, that jester from before did give her a jolly and hopeful feeling. In fact, that song Hugo sang kinda got stuck into her head for a while as she stomped along the road. She stopped in tracks upon seeing Charrisa. Tilda had a strange habit, known by few and unusual in her own manner. She did not have many friends during her childhood due to the whole tragedy that struck her into this path as a crusader of the Holy Light. This habit was...hugging the faithful. The Light had so much of an impact on the woman, she was outright swayed in terms of social interactions. She was taught by her mentors during the days of being an apprentice that she should always respect the pure and innocent. This very lesson along with many others taken to heart and mind made her quite generous in a respectable and bizarre tone. She takes a good long look at Charrisa from a distance, it was clear in Tilda's view that she was pure and faithful to the Light. Tilda placed her flail on the right side her hip, stuck it into a leather pouch, tucking it in with the book she was reading earlier ago. She put on her helmet, not wanting to leave it behind for what she had in mind. Without even a warning or notice. Tilda rushed to the woman and hugged her with the grip of a bear. Tilda completely embraced Charrisa with a fanatical determination to show respect to her. |
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Post by black379 on Dec 20, 2018 22:44:22 GMT -8
Adeney's shoulders tensed and his hands hovered at his sides. As the nun departed, he silently commended himself for keeping from an outburst. Most worrisome was that Charissa had said nothing antagonistic, yet he felt anxious and pent up. Everyone was suspect. Everything made his stomach churn, and his heart heavy. He clutched at the mask on his belt.
Then Talea floated, drawing mere inches from his face. There was nowhere to hide the fleeting quiver of his lips. Emeralds revealed themselves behind the swaying red veil and Adeney's misty eyes were stuck on them. He was silent, breath caught in his throat, while Talea spoke poetically. The doctor was accustomed to concise and clinical conversation, so he listened hard to her voice.
"Am I sorrowful?" He scanned the bright flecks in her green eyes before breaking the trance with a turn of his head. Adeney thought he had done a better job of concealing his regret, but she sensed it even when she first approached him. Fears paced frantically in his mind.
"Was it my spirit, or hers, that drew you to me?" Worry intoned his voice. The rough leather of his gloves wrung together as he recollected himself to return to the hovel. With a nod, he beckoned Talea to follow once more.
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Post by twostepsback on Dec 21, 2018 4:28:30 GMT -8
Learning from her last (literal) run-in, Charis was paying more attention to her surroundings, which is what allowed her to be able to hop-skip out of the way of someone charging towards her. Charissa then turn to face her would-be assailant and tilts her head to one side as she asks, "What was that about?"
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Post by kssanthony101 on Dec 21, 2018 14:58:06 GMT -8
Tilda staggered forward from missing her religious target with her crazed hug, her shoes bashed around the ground to slow down to prevent her from tripping over. She was surprised by Charrisa's quick reflexes. Tilda straightened herself up and faced Charrisa. Tilda did have a faint blush on her face of her embarrassing and very religious habit, but that blush was hidden behind her menacing helmet. She spoke in a modest and forgiving tone. Her voice echoed from within her helmet.
"Dearest apologizes sister, I mean no harm with my sudden action. I was simply showing a token of respect for your faith of the divine Light."
Tilda even kneeled down before Charrisa as if she was her lord. It is laughable for a gesture of good faith from a crusader. But Tilda wouldn't dare harm those who worship the Light. It is her sacred duty to protect people like Charrisa from heretics and other unholy dredged things. She will not ruin her reputation, especially with fellow crusaders and sisters of the Light.
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Post by EtherealNoire on Dec 21, 2018 17:57:16 GMT -8
Lightly she trailed within his shadow, garbed in secrets and mystic sight. Where the still night met silence, plumes of crystals danced between their distant forms. Harbingers of words unspoken glittered on her lips. Talea toyed fingers through their passage as if to snare their melodies for her own, yet only the glint of opal stone caught in her skyward palm. Solitude reflected in the mortal's solemn gaze and she drew to him, compelled. He dreaded erudition's sway, transfixed till fear of death rang hollow from its stolen reign. Did he revere its penance over worries wrought?
Her heart trembled to console dolor tarnished on his soul.
"Trammeled I am not by deeds of mortals and their wills. Nor appellation tethered to deeds of light. Nay, bound are thee by spirit's calls, marked as though game to life's retribution."
In tender palms, cupped before their path, nestled the opal pure. Like dying coals it kissed her skin and wove its warmth amidst its splintered face. No words were shared. Naught but a gentle light pulsed in time to quailing hearts to birth two ivory children in her hands.
"Shattered was a soul in error, as the stone cast in two halves partial. Lingers thus within thy hold to mend its fractured fate, by which mend the fractures of thy mortal pneuma. Therein lies my nature." Gracefully she settled one half of the stone within his hand.
"Lest my presence be claimed, I am but the epitome of night. A sibyl to the spirit abodes sublunary and forepassed."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 22, 2018 2:50:34 GMT -8
"I am aware that this world is violent. It is why I avoid it when the opportunity is presented." Florence rested her chin on her hand was she listened patiently to the Bird. "However, I much prefer the violence I am experienced with than the violence I am inexperienced with. As such, I am more confident in my ability to slay a monster than to... perform mental or spiritual acts of violence. There is too much at stake for me to risk a... competition I know nothing about."
She cocked her head, as though the mask she wore did not give her a corvine-enough impression.
"I am interested only in freeing three souls from the Red One's phylactery. The clearest and quickest way to do so is for me to trade three souls. If you do not have a way that is clearer or quicker than that, or three souls of your own to trade, then I must leave and go elsewhere."
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