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Mack the Knife [FIN]; Rin
Topic Started: Sat Jul 2, 2011 2:28 pm (1,832 Views)
Ezekial Smith
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Ezekial watched the fight with mild surprise. He had known the girl to be an impressive fighter, but here she was ruthless, almost a barbarian in her fervor. With her bright sword she beat back the man as if he were nothing more than a paper doll, or a target for practice. She soon ended the fight, though, thrusting forward with the Caledfwlch and plunging her resplendent blade into the man. Not being close enough, he could not hear her words, although he could tell that she was speaking to the madman, and that he was speaking as well. The girl twisted the blade and dragged the blade down to the man's navel, an action which caused the old priest to frown. Mutilation of a body was a terrible thing, and should not be done if the enemy was already close to death. Mutilation of a corpse was similarly cruel and distasteful. At some point the man had fallen to the ground and the girl had followed to keep her blade in his body, and wrenched the blade from his corpse. The girl turned to him, her face void entirely of emotion, and walked to him, placing her head against his chest as if for support of a heavy object. Her words were just barely audible, and the old man could feel the girl crying, her shoulders shaking. It was times like this that reminded him that she was a young girl at heart, no matter how she fought. Her question reminded him of a child, and he supposed that in some way, she was one.

He put his arms around the girl, comforting her and protecting her from the outside world. "I know, I know. He killed those people because he was misled to think that they were daemons, and in a way, perhaps they were. They poured life into a form that could not sustain it. For that, they are guilty of the death of all of those who were within the crystal. Yet they are not entirely quilty. No person wants to see their creations die. In a way, their failures recognized that, and have no enmity towards their creators. They even acted to avenge their death. In that way, they were not daemons. The man's true fault what that he focused his killing to the wrong people. If he had murdered true daemons, or even other murderers, he certainly wouldn't be seen as he was. To be sure, his methods were distasteful, but they were effective. You are not that different from him, Rin. Both of you fight to cleanse the world, in your own way. The only difference was that his vision was obscured to see the wrong people as worthy of death. Let this be a warning to you, little sparrow, of the dangers of trying to do good. Now, now, dry your tears, little sparrow, there's still work to do." The old man stepped away from the girl and stepped to the body, the other having vanished into mist, now that it's master had died. He reached a hand within his rags and removed a single sheet of paper, with illustrations of daemons and a story on it.

The daemons were tricksters, and fooled a man into killing other people to satisfy some boredom. They used him as a pawn in a cruel game. Ezekial looked at the page and sighed. He stood, and turned to the young girl, handing the page to her. He bent down next to the man and folded his hand's over his chest, and chanted his prayer over him. He stood at the man's feet, bowed, prayed, and completed the rites of death. In death this man did not seem intimidating, or threatening. He only seemed sad and pitiful. He was not at peace in death, he was scarred by the actions he had taken in life. His face was tensed and his brow furrowed. It was an auspicious end for an auspicious man. The old elf turned and faced the girl, his face serious. "Now, I believe that there is much work to do."
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Rin sniffled, her eyes closed as she listened to the priest's tirade. Despite the pretty words, she still felt like there was a hollow in the center of her chest, a void that the Red Lily Man had created that no amount of reassurance could fill. "Thank you Ezekial..." She wiped away the tears with the heel of her hand, stepping back from the elf as he moved over to the slain killer. He reached within the sundered rags to retrieve a page of the Grimoire, mutely offering it to the girl. grabbed the page with her free hand, the other fingers still clutching the hilt of Excalibur. She tilted her head, staring down at the legendary weapon. Even now she could feel its power, the holy energy that filled her entire body with strength from wielding the weapon. What power is this? Is the blade magical?

Not magic, Rinrae. Excalibur was a weapon blessed by God on its world. It shined with the light of thirty torches, and no man's armor could resist its touch.

What sort of man owned such a sword?

A king without equal, who had much need of a holy weapon during his reign. The blade you hold is a mere shadow of its true form, but it is the best I can manage in Imythess. Until the day my pages are returned to may, you may always call upon this blade to light your way and smite your enemies.


She frowned at those words, her fingers tightening on the ivory grip. Ezekial's words floated to her mind, the reminder that she had killed just as many as the Red Lily Man in her search for the fragments of the Grimoire. But he was wrong in one pivotal fact. I am NOT like him. He was evil. My own quest is different. It is right. The truth of the thought reverberated through the very fiber of her being. She was a construct of the Grimoire; it was her duty to collect its pages. The weapon faded from her grasp as Ezekial straightened the serial killer's limbs, folding his hands over his chest in the priest's peculiar ritual. She would not have granted the murderer peace, if the choice was hers. However, Rin doubted that the elderly elf would share that sentiment, so she kept her mouth shut.

The girl stared up at the sky, her face at peace for the first time since entering the refugee camp. "Let us go, Ezekial... There is indeed much to be done, but not here. The Grimoire calls..." The pair turned to the hole in the city walls, the spirits from the crystal fading to let them pass into the ruined metropolis.

-FIN-
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