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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 18, 2007 14:13:21 GMT -5
"Please...have mercy!" The creature was petrified. She was out of options. All she gained from trying to run were various bruises and much blood. Mary smiled through the blood splattered helmet. "This is mercy", and with one fluid motion, he extinguished the lives of both the creature and its child. Rather dieing, however, it caught ablaze, becoming the catalyst of a scene he knew all too well. The lanky girl's fiery red lips twitched into what was meant to be a smile. Mary fought desperately to save the girl; to extinguish the flames, but she forced him away every time he got near. The dirty blond gave up trying to hide her emotions, as tears began to run down her chestnut cheeks. Sorrow filled her eyes as Mary pleaded with her, but even as she began to shake uncontrollably she would not allow him near her. Tears turned to blood, and soon the young girl's eyes rolled upward, showing only the grayed whites. She was dead. Mary caught her before she toppled; he would not let death have her, even if it meant he too die in the flames--especially if it meant he would die. Heat surged through his body, but something had gone wrong. His metal armor would not burn. Mary lay the body down upon the cracked floor. He felt wronged; cheated and mocked by death. This would not do. He stood, facing the source of it all. It seemed ironic that such a small hovel could cause so much grief. As Mary walked slowly into the inferno, he relished every ounce of anguish that poured over his body. In moments it would end, and he would be with her forever.
Marys eyes opened slowly. Though he did not accept the nightmare, he had given up trying to escape it. The makeshift cigarette had burned out long ago, and it's remains were strewn across the dark grass. His mind toyed with the idea of Nightengaile waking in the middle of the night to find Mary missing. At last he decided to return to the camp-site. They probably only two days from Cayne, and a lack of trust would not make the remainder of the trip pleasant. Mary stood, wiping the debris off his backside, before gingerly picking up the butt of the supposed cigarette. The wind teetered, and then pulled the butt from his fingers, carrying it across the midnight planes. A half smile rounded on Mary's face, as he saluted thin air, "Here's to you, Hokum".
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Post by childofra on Sept 22, 2007 12:03:12 GMT -5
Nightengaile awoke to his words.. She layed perfectly still, eyes wide open like a possessed soul. Then she sat up, and looked as she should.... Too young for her age.
"To who..?" her voice was hoarse, having last abused it with yelling and screaming in the rapids and then not to use it at all again. Nightengaile yawned, then pressed the back of her hand to her forehead in a light illness which had been caused by way of stress, cold water, lack of food, and lack of sleep. She looked paler than usual. Her skin glowed a sickly pasty color.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 23, 2007 22:55:00 GMT -5
Mary chuckled, examining Nightengaile in the dim moon light, "Well now, first thing you've said in a long time, and you're asking about my trivial past?" Perhaps due to her innocent demeanor, or because he had only met her recently, Mary felt at ease talking with Nightengaile about things that he rarely spoke of. "Hokum is...was a friend of mine. I was in love but she didn't feel the same way about me. She loved my brother...so much so that she died to save his sorry ass". Mary reveled in his past for a long moment, then returned his attention to Nightengaile, "Anyway, you'd best get some sleep, we should be arriving in Cayne soon". Mary plopped down in a soft patch of grass a few feet from Nightengaile, before growing silent.
It seemed like hours had passed, but Mary could not sleep. It was not his haunting dreams that kept him awake, but rather the incessant crickets. They would not be silenced, no matter how hard he tried to cover his ears. Finally he gave up sleeping all together. "So", Mary broke the chilly silence, not sure if Nightengaile was awake or not, "You haven't told me anything about your past. Or you in general for that matter".
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Post by childofra on Sept 24, 2007 17:47:00 GMT -5
She dod not make eye contact with him, only stared into space. "Hmm.. I was born in Upper Genoa...Of noble blood.." She said nonchalantly, " I am a proper educated young woman in her prime..." She sighed " who most mistake as an unruly teenager..." She curled tightly into a ball, sitting up.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 24, 2007 21:15:13 GMT -5
"Proper?" Mary remained sprawled across the ground, eyes fixed upon the stars. "What are you doing runnin' around with a lot like us, then?" His question had not meant to sound harsh, but it had come out that way. Rather than take back his words, Mary sat in silence, interested in the response he would elicit.
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Post by childofra on Sept 26, 2007 17:42:51 GMT -5
She smiled, then looked to the man lying stretched out like a lazy kitten. "It is where fate has left me to be... I was abandon at the age of 17 er so... maybe 18.. But when my 'noble' family figured out what a waste my power was.. " she partially sighed and half laughed, " I guess they couldn't stand the thought of having a mediocre powered daughter in a high society standard... You know, the whole social out cast thing... So they sent me to live with my uncle, who lives in lower Genoa.... He's relatively well off.. An excellent library.. ramshacky house...but.. yes, I thought it was time to move out on my own.. And also, my parents have.. I guess discovered what a 'profitable' power i possessed, I don't have the slightest idea.., but they've sent out my brother, Feodore, to come and fetch me, where ever I may be.. So, I chose a low profile job.." She ended with a light, airy laugh. It was after all, she though, funny.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 30, 2007 20:58:12 GMT -5
Mary nodded in the dark. He was reluctent to tell much of his past, so instead he brushed it off. "Hmm. You're interesting. Right now however, we should sleep, I think I know a shortcut, but we have to be well rested...you'll see". With that he rolled over and pretended to fall asleep.
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Post by childofra on Oct 1, 2007 17:22:06 GMT -5
She stared quizzically, then rolled her eyes and eased back down to her side, rolled over and stared up. The sky was almost clear. and the air was warm. Why bother? She sighed and lost herself in her thoughts, slowly falling asleep. Lies. The word repeated it's self in her mind in the voices of people dear to her. She shook her head, placing her hand to her forehead. "what is to become of the days ahead...?" she whispered quietly to herself... She fell into a light sleep.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Oct 3, 2007 9:30:25 GMT -5
Mary was awake before Nightengaile the next morning. He had slept very little as usual, for his mind was trampled by stampeding thoughts. After making sure Nightengaile was asleep Mary slipped away into the dark morning. Nightengaile was flung very suddenly into the air; a most unpleasant way to wake. Her dress was torn slightly along the collar, "Hold on tight!" With that Mary saddled her directly behind him and turned his full attention back to the creature they were both now straddling. In truth Nightengaile had to sit uncomfortably close to Mary, for the creature beneath her was only the size of a young horse. It's short black hair was matted and unkempt, and it's oddly long tail extended just as long as it's upper body. The creature's two feet sped across the ground so fast that it's two unwanted passengers had to press themselves against it to avoid being being taken by the splitting wind. It was obvious that the creature was not used to being ridden, for it constantly shook and shimmied as it ran. Every once in a while Mary would redirect the long creature by drastically shifting his weight. "This is the shortcut I was talking about", Mary shouted back to Nightengaile, and before the girl could question his definition, the ground gave way to a dried river bed far below. Despite no longer having contact with the ground, their mount spun it's feet faster than ever. After what seemed like ages the landed on the other side of the ravine with an unexpected grace. As the creature once again built speed Mary called out to Nightengaile once more, "Your gonna wanna hold on tight, it's about to get--". Mary vanished. Their beast stumbled, and for a second the sun was overcast. In an instant three things happened at once. Mary reappeared, pulling himself back up the side of the Sprinter, the beast let out a frightened cry, and a heavy 'click' popped in Nightengaile's right ear. Impossibly, the terrified creature ran even faster, forcing Nightengaile to focus her full attention upon the task of keeping mounted. Mary on the other hand, shifted his weight wildly, attempting to direct the sprinter through a narrow straight of rocks and bushes. Many times the beasts instincts conflicted with Mary's, causing scraped legs and arms. The great creature that had nearly taken Nightengaile's head was not alone, and soon the air was loud with the thundering of hundreds of hunters who came to join the chase.
((Sry about that being so long...I was bored sitting around before classes started))
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Post by childofra on Oct 3, 2007 20:54:59 GMT -5
(Yeah Lexi was talking about you today, It was soo cute!! ) Nightengaile held fast to Mary, screaming. "What are THOSE THINGS??" She dared to turn her head just enough to see the creature following them. She buried her head into his back, muffling her screams. "Are you beyond mad?!?!?" she yelled over his shoulder into his ear.
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Post by maryllamaonnet on Oct 4, 2007 13:42:25 GMT -5
The orange behemoths were closing fast, their jagged tails raised high, ready to strike. As Nightengaile burrowed into Mary's bare back he laughed, "I thought you'd figured that out by now!" He called back to her. "After the bridge, and tree, and th--oh...shit...". At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, as the Sprinter dashed over what must have been a skeletal version of their pursuers, but then there was another, and another. Soon the ground was littered with countless piles of bones. They were no longer being followed, and the Sprinter began to slow, but Mary egged it on, "Don't stop, don't stop!" Unfortunately, the exhausted creature did just that, falling to it's side, unconscious. Mary stood slowly, instinctively helping Nightengaile up as well. His eyes scanned the horizon, unsure of what to do. The man spoke to Nightengaile as if in a daze, "Carrion...", he muttered, "...they shouldn't be here though...shouldn't be anywhere near here." A deafening buzz erupted in the air, seeming to come from everywhere at once. "Wait for it...", Mary commanded, unaware that he was still grasping Nightengaile's shoulder tightly. He looked rapidly from left to right, then he saw it, "GO!". The eastern horizon had darkened quickly, throwing the world into twilight. Nightengaile found that once again she was fleeing from imminent danger, forced to keep up with Mary. A terrified bleat came from the sprinter behind them, before he was quite suddenly silenced. For the first time since Nightengaile had met him, Mary seemed genuinely terrified.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Oct 22, 2007 13:21:38 GMT -5
Things that were once alive no longer were so, falling over with out a sound and somehow decaying at a sickening rate. "There...", Mary called out between breaths, "...Cayne...". Mary stumbled, and for a split second it seemed as if they were done for, but with a quick tug on Nightengaile's arm Mary was back to running full speed. As they neared the high gates of Port Cayne Mary stumbled again, only this time he had a purpose. What seemed to be ornate statues of bellowing trumpets lining the walls suddenly belched fire, filling the sky above Mary and Nightengaile with fire. A voice from high upon the wall called out, as Mary's contiousness failed him. It was right; they had survived, and now the hard part began.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Oct 22, 2007 13:53:06 GMT -5
"We need more men, Captain". "You mean you arn't men enough to handle this ship?! I was hoodwinked into believing I got the best crew on these waters, and now you say you need help?" "Aye, we be de best on dese waters capt'n, but to maintain a ship of dis size we'd need at least t'irty men; she is a frigate, sir". "Thirty men?! Ye'all should be able to manage with--how many are we now?" "Well let's see. There's you, Django, and myself captain, that makes three" "What about Simmons?" "Died o' scurvy last week...dat or when de good cap'n tru em overboard..." "...I never did like that Simmons..." "Sir?" "Nothing, nothing. Well then it's settled, we'll go to then nearest town to get a bit of help for you poor boys, then it's off to find the artifact!!" "Aye, that sounds like a good plan, captain, but--" "--boot we been wrecked on dis damned island for two days no".
"Cap'n...Cap'n...SPIKE--sir." The last part was only added upon Upon Marlin Spikes sudden notice of Django Freedman's cries. "What is it, Django? And is it really worth testing me? I've lost one good man and two good cannons." The fiery red head's temper rarely betrayed the color of her hair. Her tanned skin and voluptuous figure would have been attractive to most men if her temper did not drive them away. Or kill them. "Well cap'n...maybe if you wouldn't 'ave made em carry de cannons--". "Oh please, it's not like I made him carry all of them. He should have been able to swim just fine...just weak...". Marlyn trailed off, scanning the horizon for her destination. According to the map I brought a port should be right around here somewhere...oop, there it is! Without a word Marlyn broke into a sprint, leaving a very confused Django calling after her.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Nov 16, 2007 10:28:20 GMT -5
The pub was quite empty, even for a sunny morning such as the one Mary had chosen to take a walk on. It had been nearly three days since he and Nightengaile made it to the gates of Port Cayne. In fact, had it not been for the watchful eye of Captain Marlo Bruvousta the two would have been incinerated by the defenses that lined Cayne's walls. Ever since then Marlo had taken a special interest in Nightengaile, frequenting the unconscious girl's bedside. Mary, who had come two the night before had noticed this, but not said anything. It was on this particular morning that a particularly brash character entered. As the doors crashed open, Mary and the barkeep (Who up until this point had been debating whether or not The Knights kept strange and bizarre creatures underground for study) were dumbfounded to find a tall, voluptuous woman striding across the bar toward the them. "I need a crew", the woman growled, stopping inches from Mary's face. Mary nearly fell over from distress and drink. "So are there any here man enough to take on the high seas? Be there a man in these parts that can stomach the turn of the tide and the danger of the deep to join with me in search of treasure, and of riches beyond measure? If there be then bid him come to me, and if his head be right and his heart as black as night, then he may just be worthy to join the crew of Captain Marlyn Spike!!" The barkeep and Mary burst into a round of applause, which were promptly stopped when Marlyn's fist lashed out, connecting with Mary's face. It was at this point the woman took a turn, taking a notice of the vacant status of the pub. A growl more terrible than the last rumbled in Spike's throat, "Where's all the people?" "Th--the pub is closed on Sunday mornings; he just broke in!" From the floor Mary lit a cigarette in an effort to control his nerves, but Spike did not hit him again, "Hmm, you have guile kid, I like that. You're hired. As for you", she nodded to the barkeep, who flinched at the motion, "A round of rum for everyone!" The barkeep and Mary looked at one another; the sum of 'everyone'. This was going to be an interesting day.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Jan 7, 2008 14:41:15 GMT -5
The magnificent sea lapped at Nightengaile's toes. It had been three days since Mary had helped Marlyn 'commandeer' a local merchant vessel. Upon hearing of the possibilities of treasures untold and daring adventure Marlyn heartily offered any assistance she could (so long as she got part of the cut). While attempting to smuggle Nightengaile on-board unnoticed Mary attracted the attention of the vigilant Captain Marlo Bruvousta. In a daring attempt to apprehend the thief's the good captain stowed away on board the vessel, before quickly being found as soon as she was out to sea. Marlyn considered five more than enough to man a merchant class ship, so she set her cannon starboard as well as her ships facing and rode the winds. The vessels name; The Spiker.
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