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| Topic Started: May 4 2017, 04:38 PM (156 Views) | |
| Shell | May 4 2017, 04:38 PM Post #1 |
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After the match, Shell headed for one of the antechambers and a closed-off area where no one would see her. After making sure no one was watching, she took care to leave her psychic image behind, still dressed as Death's Hand, directing it to sit where it could be seen while she ducked behind a curtain to change her clothes and stuff her disguise into a bag. The fabric was thin and so it took up little space, and she wrapped the mask up in the center of the bundle to hide its shape in case someone tried to snoop through her things. People passed by when she emerged, some of them eyeing Death's Hand warily as they whispered behind their hands, watching her watch them. She waved to the apparition and it raised a stoic hand in return. Once she was almost to the door, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered anxiously at the delay. She looked behind her. "Yes?" "You.... you know... her?" The spindly young woman jerked a thumb in Death's Hand's direction. Shell smiled, and nodded. "Yes, we trained together in Daro." The woman's eyes went wide. "Really..?! Do you kn--" "No," Shell cut them off, not unkindly. "We're not friends, we were just students together once: if I tell anyone anything about her I might end up joining her victims." "Wow. She must have been an amazing student." "She was kind of a bitch actually, but her heart's in the right place. Usually. Excuse me, I have to meet someone -- bye!" Without waiting for a response she practically skipped to the door and opened it, sidling through; the image would then stand and leave the room via the other side, vanishing around the corner where none could see it. When she closed the door and turned around, he was standing right there, and she smiled. "I'm so happy to see you." Her smile beamed and her pale face lit up with an inner glow. For what was probably the fifth time that day she jumped at him, this time wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders and hanging there, basking in his pleasure at seeing her and the living warmth he exuded. "I'm happy to see you too," She laughed. In fact, she hadn't felt so happy in a long time. Her voice turned to a whisper. "Good match! You've gotten fast!" Figuring he'd had enough of her weight she dropped off him, landing easily on her feet, but still holding his arm, unable to break physical contact just yet. "Let's go talk outside somewhere. I want to see the flora and fauna and get away from these people." |
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| Qayin | May 5 2017, 01:09 AM Post #2 |
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"Let's go talk outside somewhere. I want to see the flora and fauna and get away from these people." Juran hardly needed to ask Qayin twice. He had grown tired of the arena, and spending time alone with a companion that he had been apart from for such a length of time was more than enough of an excuse to leave. The transition from hug into a gentle pull on his arm had happened quickly enough that he only now thought to enjoy it. Laboriously, he exited his reminiscence and place his hand on the shoulder opposite his unobstructed hand. “I would like nothing better Juran. Come, I’ve a place in mind.” With that they left, her still clinging to his arm and he attempting to recall his route to their destination. “We’ve finally found it!” It was a scarce mile or two out of the city, and yet it was seemingly untouched by the growth of the more modern civilization that had supplanted it. Deep within the vines and twisting trees of the jungle and somewhat off the path beaten by those who lived nearby lay an old temple. Beautiful jungle flowers had overtaken it, cracking the stones with the patiently expanding root systems that broke down into them. It was a place of life and beauty, at once so distant and alone from the noise of the world and yet so close to it. “I’ve heard this is the sort of place they’d offer sacrifices to the jungle goddess.” Realizing that simply leaving it at that would be incredibly odd, the mage attempted to follow up with a joke of sorts. “That’s why I’ve brought you here, to be that sacrifice of course.” If his hand hadn’t found its way back to hers after the jungle trek, he would have slammed it into his own face. His eagerness to spend time and converse with the woman was overtaking his rational senses, and he quickly tried to recover. “Hey, let’s head to the top! I’d imagine there’s quite the view from up there!” While a hill would block out their view of the city they had come from, the pyramid’s cascading steps led up over the treeline. Drawing her along, Qayin clambered up the steps cautiously. “You’d like to see the flora?” Gesturing with a triumphant grin on his face, he drew a half circle around them. It truly was a sight to behold. Treetops whose leaves were left unseen by men found themselves gazed upon by two sets of eyes. Taking in the wonder, he sat down at the edge of the peak, looking over the valley with something akin to joy. The brilliant blue of the sky was a sight rare in the places they had come from, and it added a layer of beauty to the moment, at least in Qayin’s mind. “Oh, mind the hole in the center, who knows what sort of maze slumbers below this very spot!” He waved generally behind him knowing she would understand what he was referring to. “Come and sit beside me Juran. We’ve much to talk about! And plenty of time. I’d love to spend it with you.” |
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| Shell | May 5 2017, 10:44 PM Post #3 |
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On the way to their destination, Juran had been all but on cloud nine: high off of her best friend's company and the fact that he seemed equally happy to see her, she had gone along without slowing them down but had rushed and stopped to smell every flower she could find that didn't look like it would snap shut on her nose, and her sharp eyes snapped back and forth to take in the sight of every bird, every rustle in the canopy, every stirring in the undergrowth. Like a curious child who has been set loose on the jungle with no dangers posed to them, she took enthusiastically to investigating her surroundings while still remaining mostly attached to Qayin. "Oh goodness, I wish I had a book to take notes..!" She had said at one point, watching a curious-looking beetle slip around the edge of a pitcher plant, "Maybe I should start doing that. I can make diagrams!..." It was as though the idea had never occured to her before. In truth it had, many times -- she had been around a long time, after all -- but she had so rarely felt properly happy about living to the point where doing such a thing actually seemed appealing. And that had just been on the way there. When they arrived, she forgot to breathe for a few minutes, lost in the eerie beauty of the ruins. Time seemed to pass relatively quickly for her, but even here it seemed to stand still, as though the ruin and its cucoon of forest had been frozen in a strange meeting of eras. She trailed her free hand along the chiseled stones, interrupted every so often by the rough bark of roots, her other clasping Qayin's. "I'd heard similar things about these places, but... I've actually never seen one." While his joke had left him feeling a bit embarrassed, she had actually found it funny, and though her laugh rang out neither the birds nor the insects stopped their songs for even a moment. “Hey, let’s head to the top! I’d imagine there’s quite the view from up there!” "Okay!" Excited by the idea, she clambored up with him, enjoying the feel of the stone beneath her fingers and the sensation of hauling herself up an obstacle. Quite possibly the opposite of what her friend felt -- but she kept pace with him and did well at not getting too excited. Her gaze followed his gesture and her eyes widened, and she allowed herself a wordless cry of astonishment. There were so many trees..! Here and there she could see them rustle with the activity of canopy-dwellers, tiny wisps of morning mist still clinging to treetops like cobwebs in a breeze, though they were being quickly burned away by the heat of the sun. With his warning, she peered around behind herself at the hole in the middle of the structure, which she promptly had to turn around and gaze down into in curiosity. But it was dark and inscrutable, and there was less ambiguous company right here that was happy to see her. With a smile she turned back around and sat next to him, feeling alive for the first time in ages. "I want to know more about you -- where you came from, who taught you, what kinds of things you studied. What brought you here to this point." There were more things, but she decided to control herself and stop there, watching him with an interested smile. |
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| Qayin | May 6 2017, 12:50 AM Post #4 |
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"I want to know more about you -- where you came from, who taught you, what kinds of things you studied. What brought you here to this point." “I wish to know more of you as well! Let’s see, what have we told each other before?” His mind ran through the details of their interactions. It was mostly sorrowful tales about past pains that had drawn them together. Resolving to keep his mind on the positive, the mage tilted his body slightly so it was more closely angled to face her. The last wisps of vapor had faded away by then, leaving the vibrant greens and blues of the island to contrast with their darker tones. “Well, I suppose we could talk about the friends I’ve made along the way.” He spoke fondly of Kist, Jool, Sara, and all the rest he had befriended. Perhaps it spoke to his character that he found himself friends with such a strange collection of individuals. “And then there’s you.” He grinned at her before letting his eyes fall back to the jungle below. “Ah, but it’s hardly just the people that brought me here!” Turning his attention from his companions and towards his adventures across the continent, he detailed much of his life after the events in Reine. Qayin carefully navigated around those moments that would have soiled the mood for the day, and instead talked of his triumphs. “Then there was that time I met this incredible woman in Orl’Kabbar, that was an exciting couple of nights!” The excitement of the arena had made him less afraid to say such things so openly, and yet he could not find it within himself to express the things he truly wished to say. “I know I’ve said it before today, but I truly am glad to see you again, to spend time with you in a beautiful place like this instead of some back alley inn.” A thought occurred to him as he paused between sentences. “I wonder if we’ve still got that room rented out there. We gave him quite the payment, enough to keep it reserved for months. Not that I’d like to return there and relive that situation.” He laughed. “Have I explained myself to your satisfaction? I hope so, but now it’s your turn. I must warn you, my standards are quite high.” Realizing he hadn't fully answered the questions she'd asked, he nodded. "Tell me more of yourself, then you can continue questioning me, alright?" |
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| Shell | May 6 2017, 02:17 PM Post #5 |
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((OOC: Shell's Mood?? ?)) As she listened to him talk her gaze was trained helplessly on the veritable carpet of green ahead of them, picturing the details in her mind's eye and enjoying getting lost in his tales. For someone so apparently young, he had accomplished some impressive feats, such as his run-in with the Faerie Queen and his survival of the Seige of Soto. She was suddenly very glad that he had made it out mostly unscathed -- if he hadn't she certainly wouldn't be smiling in the sunlight right now. His beginnings had been sad, she remembered that from their first meeting. They both had started their stories with some form of tragedy, but he seemed to have the power to make great changes in his life and even to the world around him, something she admired and wished she could emulate. Oddly enough, the wistful desire to be as empowered as someone else did not make her bitter as it usually would, quite possibly simply because she liked this particular Someone Else so much. “Then there was that time I met this incredible woman in Orl’Kabbar, that was an exciting couple of nights!” "Really? Who wa-- oh!" Suddenly she realized who he was talking about, and would have turned red with self-conscious pleasure if she'd had flowing blood. She couldn't help laughing, though she wasn't sure how to respond to such sweet flattery. What is with me..? She wondered, though she did not care enough to stop it. Giggling like a school girl... "I hope he at least cleaned the sheets like he said he would," She added, and laughed with him. "The poor man must have his own team of weavers to keep up with the sanitary needs of that city. "You've really been around in such a short time," She couldn't help but comment, already fascinated by the sheer variety of things he'd done and seen. Most young men his age were trying to prove themselves in foolhardy contests, or writing terrible poems to girls who would never even notice them, or running off to join an army. "You should write a book of your adventures! It'd be better than Smutpurn, I'm sure." She totally did not read Smutpurn. Ever. "Me? Hm..." For a few moments she gazed out over the treetops, wondering where to start. Like Qayin she didn't want to taint the moment with unhappy memories or tales, and so focused on some of the lighter things from her beginnings: the first time she had gone swimming, and saw a whale; the few years where she had joined a traveling theatre troupe in Daro and learned how to dance; the thousand-member orchestra she had attended in the same country. "I never ended up leaving Daro for a hundred years or more," She admitted. "My body had had her own experiences but she was gone, and I was learning about my own place of origin for the first time. I've spent more time on Soare than I have there, though -- there's.... something about this country. There's so much variety to everything, and so many different regions and forests and mountains.... and the people are interesting too." She paused here, and looked back to him, smiling perhaps a little flirtatiously. Why not? "Some more so than others." |
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| Qayin | Jul 4 2017, 01:06 AM Post #6 |
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As his companion recounted the happier moments of his life, Qayin could not help but smile. They both knew that the other had been through incredibly challenging experiences, and yet here they were enjoying a moment of happiness. Together. The word rang through his head. The sound of it struck him intensely, the meaning hitting him even harder. Through everything before, they had found themselves alone. His thoughts shattered as Shell paused a little in her speech, adopting a smile that bordered on the coy. “...the people are interesting too…. Some more so than others." All the tension he had felt in Orl’Kabbar returned once again, but this time filtered through the lense of happiness. Could she truly mean... “I feel much the same way about you, Juran. Something pulls us together; I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I see no reason to fight it.” The necromancer stumbled over his words, his normal confidence leaving him. This was a realm he was unused to fighting in. It seemed that his sparring partner was in much the same position as he was, a fact for which he was very thankful. He thought he detected a hint of blush on her face, though quickly realized that this could not truly be the case. Still, it seemed that same emotion coursed through her, if only for a moment. “Could I... Would it be alright if…” Suddenly, the stone beneath him crumbled. It seemed some cruel trick of fate. He tumbled for what felt like an eternity, watching the light shrink away above him. Juran was silhouetted against the brightness, looking down. With a thud, he landed on a surprisingly soft patch of soil. “Gah.” For a moment, he didn’t dare to move. He was concerned that he had broken a limb, or at the very least slammed it out of place. The pain did not come. Realizing that he had survived his fall relatively undamaged, Qayin laughed the sort of laughter that only one who has survived potential death could laugh.. “This has been an entirely different-” A scraping sound cut through the air. It was the sound of stone sliding across stone, the noise of something opening nearby. Leaping hurriedly to his feet, Qayin activated his shining armor and looked in the direction of the sound. An ornately carved sarcophagus was sliding open, blue-green hands pushing it open from the inside. With a clattering of bone necklaces and ancient wrappings, a mummy emerged from the gap, pushing the slab holding him back to the ground. “Who are you?” The words seemed to register as communication, though the inhuman angles at which the head turned seemed to indicate the being did not understand him. The Jade mask they wore was painted with an extreme expression, lying somewhere between joy and anger. The colder coloring of the Jade at once both clashed and matched with the once vibrant purples and reds of the cloak they wore. “I am friend. Not an enemy.” Gesturing, Qayin pointed to the engravings, denoting figures who seemed to fill the roles he was stating. Pointing to himself, he spoke again. “Qayin.” The creature uttered something in a language that seemed ancient: the necromancer had never heard anything like it, not even in the academic texts he had studied. “Bey. In k’aaba’e Veltekali.” Nodding slowly, the necromancer began to understand. “You are Veltekali?” “Bey, Ka-een.” Yes? “Yes?” “U-es.” Excitedly, Qayin nodded, attempted to maintain his composure. Slowly but surely, the pair were getting somewhere! Veltekali spoke again, this time seeming to ask Qayin a question to return. “Tu’ux siijech?” The necromancer stared blankly for a moment. Gesturing, the mummy looked around before responding. “Siija’anen tu kaajil Luinea.” Veltekali moved his arm around as though he were encompassing the entirety of islands.The mage’s eyes lit up, gesturing in return. “Ah! I am from Ashoka.” A guttural growl issued from Veltekali, and he stomped around the open room to Qayin, shouting angrily as he leaned over him. “Ma’ uts tin taan! Ashoka, Brixith.Ma’ Ashoka, Brixith!” “Br… Brixith?” Hearing the city’s name issued from the mouth of one as seemingly ancient as Veltekali startled him. “Bey.” Slowly the creature took off his mask, revealing a desiccated face. Milky eyes stared into Qayin’s as though sizing him up, and suddenly the mummy laughed. It was deep and rumbling, echoing amongst the walls of the pyramid. Reaching downward to a tablet of stone on the floor, he nodded. Handing it to Qayin, he nodded and tapped the inscription. “Brixith.” Poking Qayin in the chest with a pointed finger, the being lumbered back into its coffin, crossing arms as though going back to sleep. “Veltekali?” “Ma’alob xi teech yeetel utsil.” Left to his own thoughts, Qayin realized that Juran had arrived. Turning to her, he tucked the tablet into his bag with an air of enthusiasm. "I need to find a translator for this!" Hurriedly, he began looking around for an exit, ignoring the now still body of Veltekali. Facing his companion, he chuckled. “This has been an entirely different day than I expected it to be.” |
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| Shell | Jul 18 2017, 04:17 PM Post #7 |
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They were slowly getting closer, and it was both frightening and exhilirating. Frightening simply because she never wanted to lose anyone she ended up caring about (she could not use the L word, no, no no...) -- she could not help being an emotional creature, and she had become very attached to Qayin in the short time she'd known him. Please don't snatch this one away from me... “Could I... Would it be alright if…” You don't even need to ask, not you. She smiled, and leaned in a little closer, coy, hopeful. Then the pyramid collapsed, and with it, her hopes of Getting Lucky. Her heart leapt up in her chest in alarm and she leaned over what remained of the side, trying to grab his arm as he fell, but wasn't fast enough. His form disappeared quickly in the darkness within, and she heard a thud and his voice vaguely drifting up after a few moments. Hopefully, that meant he was all right, but her frustration had nowhere else to go. "God DAMN it!!" She shouted, throwing both middle fingers up to the sky in a moment of rare indignation. "What did I just say?!" Without wasting more time she descended the face of the structure, slipping down loose stones and hopping down others, hoping all the while that Qayin was unhurt. "One time," She muttered all the while, "All I ask is one time, without slavers or hemomancers or pretend fights or collapsing pyramids, to just have a nice time with someone I like, to settle down, maybe.... c-cuddle...." A heavy sigh escaped her when she realized that she had in fact gotten to cuddle with him, sort of, though they had both been asleep. That one time just wasn't enough, though... She landed on the ground at last, and jogged around trying to find the entrance, if it hadn't been sealed off with its contents. "Two times, just two times is all I ask..." By the time she found an opening and entered into the cool space beneath its shadow, the initial disappointment had died down, and she slowed to a brisk walk when she heard the tail end of a conversation within, one of the voices belonging to Qayin. Relief relaxed her, but when he turned around, having tucked something into his bag, he looked very much as though he had just made an amazing discovery. "There you are, thank goodness...." She paused, seeing his excitement, and smiled a little. "Eh? Ah, we can get out through here. "What happened? What did you find? You're not hurt, are you..?" |
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| Qayin | Aug 10 2017, 08:28 PM Post #8 |
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"What happened? What did you find? You're not hurt, are you..?" Qayin looked at her, eyes glowing with an energy he hadn’t felt for some time. The events that had transpired were quickly explained to Shell. “...and so I think I need to go look into this, this could mean a lot for me!” He noted what he imagined to be a hint of frustration in her eyes, a soft tinge of irritation that hid along and sharpened the edges of her otherwise soft face. In a moment of clarity, he realized that he was being selfish, if only a little. In an effort to correct this, the young man walked closer and smiled. “I’m sorry, it’s as though fate conspires against the two of us spending any happy amount of time with one another. Come, let’s go. Whatever this is can wait, my time is entirely yours Juran.” It felt awkward, stiff, as though the words weren’t quite willing to come out. Whatever the case, he meant every one of them. Perhaps he meant them more than a lot of the words that came out of his mouth, but he scarcely had the time to think on it now, he had done enough thinking. There would be no more leaving her out. “I imagine you know the way out then, since you managed to get in here? I’ll let you lead me somewhere this time, nothing else is going to stop us from here out.” “Oh, and yes, what I said does mean there’s a mummy in here. I think he’s sleeping now though.” |
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| Shell | Aug 12 2017, 07:03 PM Post #9 |
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He was very obviously riled-up about something, and as he relayed his encounter Shell found herself somehow feeling cold. "Brixith..." The name unsettled her deeply, but she didn't know why -- instead, she tried to feel excited for her friend's excitement, but she also still felt disappointed that the day might not turn out to be quite as personal as it had begun. It must have showed, for he stepped closer and things became warm again. She felt a little badly for having shown her disappointment, and it fled almost instantly as she thought of an even better idea. With a smile, she took his arm again and peeked at the tablet. "Hm... I don't even think Lazar would have seen this sort of thing before. Why don't we go and research it, the both of us? Might figure it out in less time, and we can still be together." Her heart fluttered self-consciously at the personal weight those words carried, but did her best not to dwell on it, made herself move on as they passed back beneath the canopies. It was what it was, and after all she had intended to allow herself to be sappy even if only for this one day. "Besides, I'm awfully curious now. When a mummy lobs an inscribed rock at your head, it's usually one of great historical or mystic significance." fini~ |
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