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Post by twostepsback on Dec 22, 2018 10:47:29 GMT -8
Charissa lets out a chuckle, "You should really ask people before you try to hug them." Charissa says as she makes a gesture for Tidla to get up. "I've treated patients who've had bad reactions to sudden physical contact."
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Post by black379 on Dec 22, 2018 13:37:50 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."
Adeney swallowed his grief to maintain a stoic expression as he faced her again. He avoided finding her eyes, and instead looked to the twin stones in her palm. When she handed him half of the opal, he was transfixed on it. His fingers clasped shut, holding the rock delicately, yet secure. It was only a mere stone, but he understood Talea's meaning. He clung to Audrey's physical presence - If she lived again, then Adeney would not have failed his responsibility to her. But now her spirit was apart, even tortured because of what he did.
"When she is whole again, can she stay? Or do you mean to lay her to rest; to restore her fate?" There was a bitterness in his voice. He wouldn't admit his selfish bias. The girl shouldn't have died in the first place, and he was only setting that straight.
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Post by EtherealNoire on Dec 23, 2018 11:50:01 GMT -8
Talea's gaze wavered from stars to lamplight to mortal's visage, ne'er resting for more than moments on those which garnered her interest, yet no refuge was found from mortal demands. Only her presence, silent and placid as the graves, met his spiteful air. He challenged her, a kitten's hiss at the presence of its master, certain of its right in the affairs of the world. Intimidation evinced a gift he fostered not. Though he bore teeth, there were no fangs.
"Thy demands betray thee, a token of troth to the lies whispered by thy fears. Nay is it more my place to render kismet upon shattered souls than it is yours."
Within their hollow cages, the lamp flames flickered and sparked in defiance, and her gaze traced them. To Adeney, she would appear intrigued by their desperate throes, yet her eyes saw only his own.
"Should her spirit be restored, rest shall be a verdict she harbors solus. Possess us not sway upon her fate."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Dec 24, 2018 12:07:20 GMT -8
Charissa lets out a chuckle, "You should really ask people before you try to hug them." Charissa says as she makes a gesture for Tidla to get up. "I've treated patients who've had bad reactions to sudden physical contact." Tilda stood up, acknowledging Charissa's gesture. Tilda did chuckle of her tomfoolery, "Ah but it is in my nature to respect such faithful citizens of the Light." Tilda stretched her arms out for a moment, her body may be restricted by her armor but she didn't mean the slight itch from her worn attire. She stopped her stretch and placed her right hand to her chest, introducing herself to Charissa. "My name is Tilda Underwood. Conqueror of heretics and sin. Servant of the Holy Light. I have served under the guidance of the Light for years during my campaigns. Who may you be?" She glared back at Charissa, eagerly waiting for an answer. Tilda did not meet many religious folks after her departure from her lord. It was soothing for Tilda to see others who were religious, she was anxious to tell her tales of glory but that would have to wait. Tilda's armor did give the impression that she was a crusader and a servant of the Light. Yet the divine image of this knight was a bit blackened by her helmet, it looked as if it was made a blacksmith of barbaric tastes. |
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Post by twostepsback on Dec 25, 2018 13:32:55 GMT -8
"Sister Charissa 'Charis' Colter, Recently of Karnaka Cathedral," Charissa says with a curtsy. "And I am a healer, but I can also be a harrier, that is, I can disrupt and hobble the enemies of the Light. " She continues. "Knowledge of the human body works both ways, after all." Charis finishes with a shrug.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Dec 28, 2018 22:02:02 GMT -8
"Ah, you are a fellow sister indeed. You can probably already tell I'm a crusader from my bulky armor yes? It saved me from all sorts of cuts and stabs from heretics. I even have the scars to prove it."
Tilda then shifted both of her arms out, welcoming an warm embrace from Charrissa if she chooses to hug Tilda. Tilda was very tempted to go for another leap of faith to hug her newfound friend again.
"May I have that hug now? I'm eager to serve alongside a fellow sister of the Light."
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Post by twostepsback on Dec 29, 2018 0:53:46 GMT -8
Charis smiles. "Yes, you may, but be careful, I'm not wearing a metal shell like you are." She lightly jests as she goes in to hug Tilda.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Dec 29, 2018 1:12:32 GMT -8
Tilda embraces Charissa, she was somewhat careful with hugging her despite the fact her grip was oddly tight for a hug. Then her grip began to tighten even more and Charissa felt the pressure. Was this some trap or a holy gesture radiating from Tilda? Maybe but Tilda felt her very soul bind to Charissa's as they continued to hold onto each other, this feeling was more fanatical then logical in a way. However Tilda was known for her difficult and unchallenged reasoning, especially how she treats others. Towards Charissa, Tilda sensed greatness from her. Thus the gift of the hug was given to her.
"The Light binds our souls sister. A strong bond grows between us." Tilda mentioned. Like a purring cat, Tilda's head made contact with Charissa's. This was very uncomfortable for the poor woman being grappled by a more passionate and stronger crusader. The cold iron of Tilda's helmet rubbed against Charissa's cheek like butter being put on bread. Tilda was awfully invested into this hug. Whatever bizarre reason she had, she'd still enjoyed the hug.
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Post by twostepsback on Jan 2, 2019 11:47:10 GMT -8
Charis is... a little weirded out by the intensity that Tilda puts into the hug, but bears with it quietly. 'Everyone has their oddities.' She thinks.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Jan 2, 2019 13:37:17 GMT -8
Tilda continued to embrace Charrisa yet Tilda ceased to let go. Their bodies remained squished together until Tilda finally released Charrisa from the hug and backed away a bit.
"Sister Charrisa. May you accompany me to the place of worship in this town? I'm new to this land and require aid to locate the sacred building for the faithful to gather." Tilda requested. She was eager to praise the Light for making it to this place. At first, she believed this estate was overrun with heretics, but she was glad that this town remained active and religious folk like Charrisa were here. Tilda even desired to bring her regiment of crusaders to this place. But they were far and only the Light knows where they are now.
She intently stared at Charrisa, waiting for a response, Tilda wouldn't want to remain idle for long. She internally thanked the Light to give her a faithful friend. She would hug her a second time if she wished but she didn't want to burden her with such crazed faith. She was eager to discuss many things with Charrisa. She did wish to ask Charrisa for some advice on a personal manner but she would have to see if she was both trustworthy and positively faithful to the Light.
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Post by MidnightRunner on Jan 2, 2019 14:15:28 GMT -8
“Should you return, Thronegiver, know that we will not hesitate to welcome you as our own kin, in the City of the Su-“ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Rellen awoke with a start at the sound behind him, the dream fading abruptly as reality thrust him back into the carriage. He rubbed his face with his good hand as his eyes slowly swayed open, adjusting to the now bright interior of the carriage as the door swung open. A yawn escaped his mouth as he stepped out of the carriage, stretching as he at last finished his long travel.
He turned and quietly nodded thanks to the driver, before turning back to the Hamlet’s wilted grandeur, drawing a hood over his exposed face as he checked his armor, feeling for the helm, manica shield and bastard blade dangling and giggling at his sides.
“Find her first.” He muttered under his breath, looking about the buildings.
“Perhaps we should… walk about… before speaking to... the keeper of intoxication; mentally map potential... locations.”
Rellen let out a tired, singular chuckle at the low whisp of an ethereal voice in his head, slowly beginning his walk towards the town square, tending to avoid the close presence of others around him for the moment. “Sound.”
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Post by EloHim on Jan 3, 2019 20:52:58 GMT -8
"So be it. And...scene."- a single clap rang trough Florence's ears. Bird’s voice sounded sad, and a little bit irritated. "So predictable... I expected at least some deviation from the scrypt from someone bearing my mask. Alas, most of the humanity tends to sometimes disappoint. I do hope that your participation in this story is successful...and temporary. For otherwise I hypothesize being completely and utterly bored. Don't play with the Gods, Doctor. You might just get outplayed."
The Bird bowed and then everything turned back to normal... the white masks on people's faces disappeared, as did the robed figure of the robed Bird-man.
The only thing that didn't change was Flor. Sitting in wet dirt in the middle of the road.
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Post by black379 on Jan 3, 2019 21:43:05 GMT -8
Adeney couldn't know why the woman was helping him at all, if she nor anyone was meant to interfere with so called fate. He wasn't about to turn her away with his skepticism though. What's done was done. Silvant was dead, and now alive, by his hands.
"You have to understand. What I did- She was never supposed to have died." Now he did meet her gaze again, locking with the jade glint that peeked from behind Talea's russet hair. He had to convince her, or whatever otherworldly guide that led her to him, that Silvant was meant to be alive. Adeney felt he was correcting some error on fate's own hands. It was unfair that his world was being overturned because he wanted to save Audrey from some fatal incident.
"She was suffering. I was supposed to be with her, to keep her safe."
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Post by twostepsback on Jan 3, 2019 22:09:22 GMT -8
"Alright... I don't have any particular plans anyway." Charissa admits with a shrug as she moves to follow Tilda.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Jan 3, 2019 22:25:51 GMT -8
As the two religlious beings walked along the paved roads. Tilda striked up another conversation. She was hesitant with it but proceeded anyways.
"Sister, I happen to seek a treasure, unknown to one's own eye yet familiar to the body. I wondered if you're willing to assist me, a sister of battle with this domestic manner. If it brothers you, I shall keep this situation under the rug till you are ready."
Tilda bloomed a pink blush once more protected by her helmet once again. The duo of faithful past-hug mates arrived at the Abbey shortly after Tilda's personal request to Charissa. It was rather foolish to expose such pity things to a stranger but Tilda absolutely trusted Charissa. Then Tilda stared at the holy scene with glee and pride. Zoned out for the moment to admire such divine infrastructure.
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