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Post by lofora on Aug 1, 2012 21:50:57 GMT -6
==> Lofora: End it.No. Not yet. You've since found a room to put the now one-armed ceruleanblood in. You don't think Slaier followed you. You think you're finally safe. You've spent some amount of time trying to take the pain, the shock, anything you can from him. All you managed to do was cover up the blood. Anything to stop the bleeding. You feel, actually, you slowed that a bit. And afterward, you felt a bit light-headed. So you assume you ended up giving him some of your blood or something like that. You hope it isn't too terrible. Something tells you he wouldn't mind. Nevertheless, you're hunched over the unconscious Strern, holding him in your arms, and sobbing quietly to yourself. Just don't die. [/center] |
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Post by rally on Aug 2, 2012 0:21:16 GMT -6
==> Strern: Wake up.
With a groan, you slowly open your eyes.
You smell the highblood, a-and your own blood... S-so much blood... At first, all you feel is the warmth of her arms, you feel her sobs, but when you try to move, try to reach out up and wrap your arms around her...
The pain spreads like wildfire, a pulsing angry fire that engulfs your shoulder, your neck, your chest. You grit your fangs, hating everything about the little whimper that escapes you; it's one of the most pitiful sounds you've ever heard.
You remember holding your bow, you remember Lofora and... and Slaier... You remember his anger, you remember his scythe...
And everything hurts.
SA: h-highblood...
You voice is a raspy mess, and even through the pain, the look on her face is what brings you to tears. Y-your arm... You manage to choke out a laugh, trying to smile, trying to do something, anything, to cheer her up. She shouldn't be sad, not for you.
SA: he really
SA: did it
SA: didn't he../
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Post by lofora on Aug 2, 2012 0:39:53 GMT -6
==> Lofora: BE ELATED.
Because he's alive. You make damn sure to focus all your energy into not giving him any pain, and to take away any that he has. You succeed, somewhat. The additional pain isn't anything to you, but you're sure it's a relief to Strern. He whispers what he calls you, highblood, and you just look at him, tears streaming down your face. You hope it isn't your imagination.
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He starts crying, too, and you feel like shit. He smiles, laughs. You fail to return the smile but you bring him close in a tight hug. Not tight enough to hurt, you're sure of that, but... You're glad he's alive. Your voice is weak, and breaks, but you still manage to speak through your sobbing.
LOFORA: ✯ yyeeaahh.
LOFORA: ✯ ii thh∞uughht yy∞uu weeree deeaad.
LOFORA: ✯ ii thh∞uughht yy∞uu weeree ffuuckiing deeaad.
You grab handfuls of his shirt as you hold him against you, focusing all the while to take as much pain as you can, sobbing into his chest.
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Post by rally on Aug 2, 2012 1:27:36 GMT -6
==> Strern: Relief.
She buries her face into your chest, and you can feel her shaking as she sobs, but your pain is waning... You actually, you can't really feel anything. Shifting up a little in her arms, you shakily reach out and wrap your left arm around her, clumsily drawing her close.
There aren't any words.
There's no way to describe it, how this feels.
It feels like you could just reach out, wrap both arms up around her and hug her tight, but your right shoulder... You spare a glance over and wish you hadn't. Eyes wide, you stare blankly at the torn sleeve of your cloak, watch the slow ooze of blood from the wound, barely comprehending what you're seeing. It feels... like it's still there... like you can move your fingers...
But there's nothing there.
You let out another strangled little laugh, closing your eyes tight and burying your face into Lofora's hair, realizing for the first time that you're shaking. And you don't know why, but you're apologizing, and damn if you're not crying just as hard as she is, cursing yourself for being so stupid, for making all of this so much worse.
SA: i'm...
SA: i'm sorry...
SA: i-i'm so damn sorry...
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Post by lofora on Aug 2, 2012 11:32:17 GMT -6
==> Lofora: What?
What is he even saying? Normally you would pull back to say something. Now is not a normal time. You hold on.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ n∞.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm s∞rryy.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm thhee ∞nee whh∞ g∞t yy∞uu iint∞ thhiis shhiit iin thhee ffiirst ffuuckiing plaacee.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu diid eeveeryythhiing riighht.
You're barely able to choke out the word "right" before descending into shoulder-heaving sobs.
And every time he laughs... Shit if that doesn't ruin you just a bit more.
LOFORA: ✯ yy-yy∞uu d∞n't ff-... ffeeeel aanyy paaiin, riighht?
You know the answer already. You couldn't describe the pain in your right shoulder, but at least you could focus on that and forget about the rest of it. You could forget about all of it, but the pain that wasn't physical stayed with you.
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Post by rally on Aug 4, 2012 13:56:05 GMT -6
==> Strern: Pull it together.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep shuddering breath, letting it out slowly and drawing the highblood a little closer, doing your best to comfort her as she clings onto you, as she takes away all your pain. She's your shelter, the safe haven you've found in the middle of this damn shit storm, and as much as she tries to convince you of it, you know this is your own fault.
SA: this was
SA: my choice,
SA: highblood...
SA: he warned me...
SA: this is
SA: what i'm meant for
SA: isn't it../
You try your best not to sound too sad, too resigned, but you know that this is how things are suppose to go. Your ancestor... You wonder if she would've been proud of you. You try to say something else but you just can't... can't choke out the words. You know if you'd followed Slaier's orders, this wouldn't have happened to you. This or something worse would've happened to her, though, and you couldn't let that happen... There's no way you would ever let her be hurt just for the sake of following some damn order. The highblood wasn't in his right mind, he didn't know what he was doing... So, in that moment, you know it wasn't your duty to follow an order, but to protect. That's always what you've been best at, anyways.
When she asks about your pain, you shake your head, feeling a hot trail of your own blood run down your side, under the obscenely red fabric of your shirt. You pull back just enough so she can see your face, so you can show her a shaky smile.
SA: c-can't feel
SA: a thing`
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Post by lofora on Aug 4, 2012 14:59:37 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Let it fall apart.
And by "it", of course you mean you. He continues blaming himself which in turn makes you cry harder.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ N∞!
LOFORA: ✯ n∞, streern, st∞p iit.
LOFORA: ✯ thhiis iisn't yy∞uur ffaauult, yy∞uu diidn't kn∞w whhaat t∞ d∞.
LOFORA: ✯ ii shh∞uuld neeveer hhaavee puulleed yy∞uu iint∞ thhiis, neeveer.
He pulls away from you to smile even more, you're almost scared to let him see how hard you're crying at this point. Shit, you've cried in the past with Slaier when you two were on good terms. Nothing like this. You've cried to Baltyr before. Nothing like this. Though, you do wish Baltyr was here with you as well.
But he tells you he feels no pain. That's all you need. You smile, but your mouth begins to wiggle and the smile doesn't last long as you bring him in close again.
You're perfectly content to stay here for a while. As long as Strern needs. Or as long as you need. No, you're only going to be here as long as Strern needs.
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Post by rally on Aug 4, 2012 21:09:13 GMT -6
==> Strern: Reassure.
As she crumples into your chest, you slip your hand up to the back of her hair, just holding her tight, feeling how her fists are balled up in the front of your shirt as you silently surround yourself in the scent of your own blood, let yourself stew in that familiar stench. You listen to her cry and you're silent, you just hold her tight. The slow but constant drag of time around you is comforting, it's reassuringly normal, and you feel on your skin as every second ticks by, every moment you just sit there together and your bleeding slowly stops. When you finally do whisper to her again, your throat is raspy and dry.
SA: i did my job
SA: and i protected you
SA: that's all
SA: i ever wanted
SA: th-thank you
SA: you...
SA: you saved my life
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Post by lofora on Aug 4, 2012 21:33:50 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Yep.
You're not gonna stop crying anytime soon. He sounds like he needs something to drink.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ streern.
LOFORA: ✯ shhuut thhee ffuuck uup, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm neeveer g∞nnaa st∞p cryyiing aat thhiis raatee.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu saaveed miinee.
LOFORA: ✯ aand ii d∞n't waant yy∞uu ffuuckiing reeffuutiing thhaat eeiithheer.
LOFORA: ✯ aals∞, yy∞uu thhiirstyy?
Because maybe if you change the subject, and if you start talking about how thirsty he may or may not be, you'll stop crying.
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Post by rally on Aug 4, 2012 23:30:00 GMT -6
==> Strern: Agree.
You nod, shifting to sit up a little more, feeling strangely lopsided, off-balance.
SA: y-yeah
SA: i think
SA: i can stand up
SA: let's just...
SA: let's get out
SA: of here
You glance around at your blood painted all over the floor, your arm still wrapped up around Lofora tight. You crinkle your nose slightly, giving a soft laugh.
SA: the highblood
SA: will be able to
SA: find us again
SA: if we stay here
SA: too...
SA: where
SA: should we go../
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Post by lofora on Aug 5, 2012 0:08:51 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Help him.
You move to help him up, making sure to take most of his weight for him. You practically pick him up.
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Strern looks down and notices the amount of blood on the floor. A blood trail would be bad. You think fast and pull out a towel you never got rid of, stained in many different colors of blood. The towel you used after painting with Caegar. You bunch it up and hold it against Strern, where his arm was severed. You hold it in place while simultaneously supporting him.
LOFORA: ✯ caan't hhaavee aa bl∞∞d traaiil.
LOFORA: ✯ shhiit, maan, ii w∞uuld suuggeest caaeegaar's.
LOFORA: ✯ shhee pr∞baablyy... ffuuck...
LOFORA: ✯ iiff slaaiieer l∞∞ks ff∞r uus hhee's g∞nnaa l∞∞k aat myy plaacee fiirst.
LOFORA: ✯ thheen pr∞baablyy baaltyyr's.
LOFORA: ✯ wee c∞uuld taakee aa chhaancee wiithh eeiithheer ∞ff thh∞see thhreeee, ∞r maayybee tryy ffaaiil∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ iit's yy∞uur caall, ii'm hheeree t∞ hheelp yy∞uu n∞w.
You clench a fist. The amount of pain you're in is absolutely horrifying. You're surprised you can think clearly at all. You don't let it show on your face, you can't let Strern know how much excruciating pain you're in. Not until you're both safe.
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Aug 5, 2012 21:21:13 GMT -6
==>: PP: WHAT. THE. FUCK.
NO. [/center] The blood. The rage. The fear. The pain. Baltyr felt it all. He summoned it around his form, fiery red sparking from his palms as he drew near. His face was cross with fury as he drew close to them. All this fighting was ridiculous. And it was happening far too soon for his liking.
BALTYR: what the almighty fuck are y0u d0ing
BALTYR: this is s0 g0d damn stupid
BALTYR: i am aß0ut t0 split s0me fucking skulls
BALTYR: with my primed and l0aded skull splitting hand
BALTYR: explain
Hell to the fucking no. This was just ridiculous. He was getting simply sick and fucking tired of finding everybody at each others' throats. The thought of extermination crossed his mind. Once again, he found himself mentally blocking the image of the Matriorb out. These stupid fucking trolls...
In his mind he only felt fatigue. Fatigue at this fighting that never ceased. The new universe wasn't meant for them. Their race was twisted and ridiculous. He needed to end this all soon. Baltyr sighed and put a hand to his face.
ßALTYR: stern
ßALTYR: chill y0ur gills
ßALTYR: and h0ld 0ut y0ur lack 0f arm
ßALTYR: i can at least cauterize it 0r s0mething
ßALTYR: and i can s00the y0ur heart
ßALTYR: 0r s0mething
ßALTYR: guess my heart ßullshit is g00d f0r s0methin after all y0
ßALTYR: real m0therfuckin deal
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