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| Ah'Har | Sat Jul 9, 2011 5:42 pm Post #1 |
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Cascadia was so high up in the sky, but even higher than that was the sun, what an odd thing. Amicus had been sure when he had gotten to Cascadia that he would practically be able to touch the sun and the moon, but much to his surprise such a thing remained impossible. Over the months since the young aasimar had somehow managed to get up to the city in the sky, he had been living on the generosity of the artists who shared with him food and drink, good enough to stay alive, friendly to be around. The boy managed to make friends, even despite a heavy language barrier, he still found a way to somewhat communicate, no idea where he had learned such a thing. So many months without sight of the demon which had once enslaved him, used him as a pet, an attack dog. Amicus had never been happier in his life, even without a roof over his head, he was still free, free to run around in circles if he so desired just to fall down dizzy, such as he had done at a corner beneath an awning, propped up now against the outside of a building, a bright smile on his face as he looked around, watching the people walk by, listening to them talk, listening to their conversation as he fiddled with the snow globe between his cloth-covered hands, still wearing his strait-jacket. One couldn’t tell by looking at the child that he had such a dark past, he didn’t even think of such a thing, it just made him unhappy, something he preferred to avoid. It was best to be running around than thinking of how things were worse in what may as well be a different life. Amicus looked up from the street to a warm gaze looking down upon him, the shopkeeper of the building he was leaning up against. A nice man, one of the people who often gave him food who chuckled to see the orphan boy. “Hmm, hungry again, already?” The shopkeeper asked, getting a shake of a head from the wererabbit. “Oh, so you’re just people-watching then, hmm?” He chuckled, this time getting a nod of confirmation from the happy boy before shrugging and walking back in, “Just be sure to tell me if you see anybody particularly interesting, I don’t want to miss the next new thing.” |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Jul 9, 2011 6:43 pm Post #2 |
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Ezekial went walking through the city, smiling. He wore his white two-layer kimono and a dark-blue hakama, with his recently won sword sheathed in the belt. Around his head buzzed a small yellow dragon, a Fly Dragon named Tokoyo. At the moment she was telepathically bothering him about getting her more food. It was not that she was lacking any nurtition, but she seemed to have a bottomless stomach when it came to food, and could eat nearly her entire weight in a sitting. It was as if she was constantly famished. He spotted a little boy wearing a straight-jacket, and his curiosity was piqued. Tokoyo, do you see that boy? Yes, what about him? Well, don't you think we should help him? He seems like he has a bit of trouble, don't you think? You think that about everybody, Zeke! Don't go over there, I'm starving. Well, is it any fault of mine that I'm always right? Ezekial ignored Tokoyo's now constant pleas to ignore the boy, to get her some food, and walked over to the boy. He sat down next to him, smiling good-naturedly at the boy. Looking up, he noticed that Tokoyo had followed him there, although he could tell that she was sulking about it. He said to the young boy, "Hello, little boy. What kind of trouble are you having on this fine day? Everybody always has some kind of trouble, I tend to find, even those you would least expect. Ezekial continued to smile, but his mind was working. This little boy, wearing an undone straitjacket, playing with a little snow globe while watching the people go by, yet seemed so happy. What kind of history did this little boy have to make him like this? Little Tokoyo flittled down onto Ezekial's lap, looking up at the boy. He looks like a fool. Why are we here? Quiet, Tokoyo, that's rude. He sighed at Tokoyo, and smiled at the boy, waiting for a response. |
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| Ah'Har | Sat Jul 9, 2011 7:15 pm Post #3 |
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Amicus looked up from his snow globe as somebody sat next to him, though of course, the boy’s eyes and attention locked upon the small dragon which followed the man, such a small thing flying around seemed to fascinate him with a childish sort of wonder. However, it took but a moment for Amicus to snap from his slight daze, looking back to the man who seemed to ask him if anything were wrong, to which Amicus replied with a single shake of his head and a twitch of one of the rabbit ears that popped from the top of his head, “Nichts ist falsch.” A shining sort of smile locked upon his face, he could think of nothing wrong, it was a bright sunshiny day; there was barely a cloud in the sky. It might have been a bit hot, but it wasn’t too bad, not by the standards he had become accustomed to. "Ich bin nur zu beobachten ...“ He said, looking back out and towards the people who walked up and down the street. Actually, it was a bit surprising to him, for so long he had actually gone without any bit of real trouble. Nobody trying to bully him, nobody trying to enslave him, just people being friendly to him, which was a consierably nice change of pace. There were one or two occasions with drunken people getting out of hand and trying to pull his ears, but a solid kick to their heads often cleared that thought right out of their minds. From what Amicus could understand, it wasn’t wrong to kick somebody in the face if they were causing you pain. And besides, the ales probably numbed the kicks. Amicus looked back to the two, extending a handto the man, from which the sleeve of his straightjacket flopped down and over towards the ground, „Mein Name ist Amicus!” He said happily, “Was ist Ihre?” It wasn’t particularly every day that the boy met a new person, though sometimes it proved to be against his best interest, he saw no problem with being friendly to strangers. As long as they weren’t trying to hurt him, he wouldn’t need to kick them in the head… Something for which was the reason he was currently sitting instead of running in circles, his foot being sore from a particularly thick-skulled and drunken individual from the night before. A bit of a bother, but not too bad. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Jul 9, 2011 8:08 pm Post #4 |
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"Nichts ist falsch." Ezekial winced, he knew very little Dark Tongue, but he could get by. Tokoyo, surprisingly, knew quite a bit more. Tokoyo, can you translate? I don't really have a choice, do I? He said, 'Nothing is wrong.' "Ich bin nur zu beobachten ...“ I'm just watching. The young boy paused for a moment, looking at the people. Ezekial took this to mean that he was watching the people and, most likely, listening in on their conversations. The young boy extended a small hand, and said, "Mein Name ist Amicus! Was ist Ihre?” My name is Amicus! What is your's? Ezekial took the small boy's hand in his, and shook it, replying in awkward and broken Dark Tongue, "Hallo, Amicus. Mein name ist Ezekial. Ich wünsche uns freunde sein?" He winced, Tokoyo laughing at his mangled pronunciation and his horrid grammar. He waved Tokoyo off, and asked the boy, "Wo finden sie schnee welt? You just asked him where you could find a "snow world". Ezekial grimaced, hoping that the boy would be able to parse his speech. Looking at the snow globe, it was very pretty and surprisingly intricate. With every turn of the globe, small shining pieces of some material, perhaps small shells, fell to the bottom around a large building, with seven gables, and a small snowman in front of it, in the yard. The base was made of gold, and it surprised Ezekial to see such a young boy with such a large amount of gold. He kept the shock to himself, however, as he did not want to make the child think that he was attempting to do something bad. "Wo sind die eltern? Warum trägst du tie-daunenjacke?" Straight jacket is 'zwangsjacke'. Honestly, where did you learn Dark Tongue? "Be quiet. If you could talk to the child telepathically, I would let you. He sighed, smiling at the boy. He looked around, perhaps someone who knew the child would come up when they saw this stranger speaking with him, maybe not a parent, but a friend of family. |
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| Ah'Har | Sat Jul 9, 2011 8:26 pm Post #5 |
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Amicus listened as the man spoke, looking between him and the dragon, a smirk cracking upon his face as he tried desperately to keep a straight expression while the man tried talking in the black tongue. It was so difficult not to burst into, a few snickers even pierced by his lips despite his best efforts. Such control could only go so far, Amicus wasn’t meaning to be rude, but fell over anyway, laughing, be careful so that his snow globe wouldn’t be broken. The horrible, horrible speech of the man’s black tongue was like if Amicus tried to talk in common, it wasn’t turning out very well and it was accented almost painfully. Well, painfully perhaps to demons, to Amicus it was just funny to see somebody talk in such a language. After a moment of laughing, Amicus would sit back up, gaining control over it, nodding a bit to himself, it was hard to stop laughing, but he managed to do it, at least enough to pick back up on his original thought process. At any… stretch of the bad black tongue, this man still understood the language enough; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad or difficult to talk with him. "Ich kann verstehen, Gemeinsame ... Ich kann einfach nicht sprechen. Nun ...“ He paused for a moment taking a deep breath, returning his expression to a light smile he wore with pride on a daily basis, "Ich kann, aber ich kann sprechen gemeinsam über so gut wie du schwarze Zunge sprechen kann.“ He said reassuradley, chuckling a bit to himself as a thought popped itself to the forefront of his mind, "Bitte in schwarze Zunge reden nicht mehr, wenn Sie mir mght gezwungen zu tun, um gemeinsam zu reden.” He said all of this so easily, and yet he looked nothing like a demon, he was no demon. According to his once-enslaver, he was part celestial. It was an… odd circumstance to be able to speak something so difficult, and a gift that he could understand common, lest he be forever lost in conversation, and in translation. He had no idea how he understood common, but the words seemed so clear to him when others spoke, no need to try and think of what they said, they had simply said it, and he simply understood. Rare was it to find another speaking black tongue, let alone one so friendly… He just couldn’t bare it, which is why he often did not speak in common. "Und ich fand die Schneekugel ... Wirklich, ich war ein Geschenk von einem netten Fremden. Er hatte einen langen Bart.“ |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Jul 9, 2011 10:55 pm Post #6 |
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Ezekial expected snickers and giggles at his Black Tongue, but he was rather shocked when the boy fell over laughing at his Black Tongue. He know's what he's talking about, Zeke. You should probably stop talking in Black Tongue. That'll do, Tokoyo. After a minute or so, the little boy sat back up, getting his laughter under control, and continued the conversation. ""Ich kann verstehen, Gemeinsame ... Ich kann einfach nicht sprechen. Nun ...“ I can understand Common... I just cannot speak it... Now. The boy paused and took a deep breath, putting a smile back on his face. " "Ich kann, aber ich kann sprechen gemeinsam über so gut wie du schwarze Zunge sprechen kann.“ "I can, but I can speak Common about as well as you can speak black tongue." Ezekial smiled at this, and the little boy chuckled, and continued. "Bitte in schwarze Zunge reden nicht mehr, wenn Sie mir mght gezwungen zu tun, um gemeinsam zu reden.” Please do not speak in Black Tongue, if you forced me to do might to speak Common. This translation confused Ezekial, and when he questioned Tokoyo about it, she said that that was as good as she could parse out, that it must be a dialect she was unfamiliar with. He accepted this explanation, and going over the line again in his head, he laughed, put his hands up as if to appease, and said, "Alright, alright. I'll speak Common." The boy continued, saying, "Und ich fand die Schneekugel ... Wirklich, ich war ein Geschenk von einem netten Fremden. Er hatte einen langen Bart.“ "And I found the snow globe... Really, it was a gift from a nice stranger. He had a long beard." Ezekial cocked his head to the side. The child had not answered as to where his parents were, nor why he wore a strait-jacket, but Ezekial forgot for a moment, puzzled as to the identity of this "nice stranger". It was a curious thing for a person to give such a valuable thing away, and then he remembered that it was a snow globe, likely from the Lothymas season. Laughing at himself for being so foolish, he realized that it must have been Saint Nicholas, either the true one or an impersonator with a great deal of money burning a whole through their pockets. "That nice stranger you talked about, his name is 'Saint Nicholas'. He gives out presents to good little girls and boys. And anyhow, you did not answer my questions. 'Where are your parents?' and 'Why do you wear that straight-jacket?'" His face was serious now, his eyes piercing. |
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| Ah'Har | Sat Jul 9, 2011 11:22 pm Post #7 |
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Amicus simply looked to the man for a moment, his explanation of who the man with the beard was, and this his questioning once more. Of course it would be some stranger which would unknowingly dig into places which the wererabbit would rather not think of, to leave those places dark as they were, not give them light so that they may see him, that they may overtake his worries once more. He did not show his wavering though, figuring for the best course of action as he easily hopped up to his feet, his rabbit ears flopping back behind his head for a moment before popping back up. "Nun, Mr. Ezekial. Es ist schon schön, Sie und Ihre Drachen Freund zu treffen, aber ich habe etwas, das ich gehen müssen tun, hatte ich gerade beinahe vergessen. "The aasimar said with a bright and cheery tone, hiding the much darker sullen thoughts that were threatening to plague his mind. He would much rather not bring up such topics of conversation, nor why he wanted to avoid them, so it of course thought it prudent to simply leave, one foot in front of the another he would begin to simply walk off, humming a light tune to himself, forgetting his worries to the best of his ability, a skill he had unfortunately come to learn in the dark recess of his mind. He was sure that the man wasn’t trying to dig into old wounds like that, after all, Amicus only knew one such creature which would be so cruel as to do something like that, and this man seemed far too nice to have the personality of a demon. The sooner that Amicus could force himself to close the gate upon the thoughts which had begun rushing into is mind, the better, but such a thing would clearly not happen any time soon with the man, surely confused to some degree, pestering him. Besides, Amicus knew he was old enough that people shouldn’t be worrying about where his parents were, just because he had such a happy demeanor didn’t mean he was too incompetent to survive on his own… Or well, survive on some newly made friends. After all, there weren’t exactly any employment opportunities for a boy with no skills who couldn’t so much as speak more than a few poorly-threaded words of common. So he did the best he could. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:18 am Post #8 |
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Ezekial stared at the young wererabbit with intense eyes, surprised when he stood up, waiting for a translation. Nice job, idiot. You screwed up. Again. Don't sit there like a village idiot, go fix it! He sighed, realizing that somehow he managed to do this every time he interacted with children. He really was no good at it. He stood up, and took a few quick steps to Amicus, and called out to him. "Amicus, wait. If I moved onto a subject that you'd rather not talk about, I'm sorry. It was unintentional, and it was my mistake. We don't need to talk about it. However, it isn't good to hold unpleasant things in. You'll just end up angry and bitter, no matter how hard you hide it. Things like those don't stay hidden. If you do want to get over it, you should tell someone and get help. Trust me, it will help to let it out. If you don't want to because you think it will be too painful, I understand. I was the same way, but telling somebody led me to realize that although it hurt, it made it easier to deal with." Geh, did you really just say that? I know I told you to fix it, but I didn't think you would open your heart to the boy. I guess you're even more of an idiot than I thought. Shut up, Tokoyo, this is going to work. Ezekial's eyes were wide, betraying his anxiety although his posture was at ease. He was sweating, something that shocked him, and evidently it left a mark on his thoughts, which Tokoyo picked up. Oh look at you, sweating like a little school boy who just admitted a crush. It isn't becoming of your age, Zeke. Ezekial ignored the small dragon, not allowing his inward frown to transmit onto his face, as that would almost certainly work against him. He was making a gamble, this act could push the boy further away, something that the old elf certainly did not want. He was finding himself concerned for this little boy, without parents and almost certainly living on the streets. It was a flaw of his, he was concerned for people, even when they most desperately did not want him to show concern for them. You're not just an idiot, you're a soft idiot. One of these day's a child in need is going to take you for all you're worth and leave you in the dirt. And you know what? You'll get back up and go right back to caring. Because you're soft. You know what, Tokoyo? You're right. And I won't stop because that's just the way I am, and you'd do well to remember it was that same flaw that saved your life. |
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| Ah'Har | Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:41 am Post #9 |
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Normally, for Amicus, life seemed to be but a song, he didn’t even have to think about the things darkest to him, the things he wondered so often himself, the little things that piled up, yet he always knew they were there, all the time, in the darkness. He had seen a lot more than most people, especially for his age, he was young, but still just a child, he didn’t get to live, and it seemed whenever things were just getting to what he could only imagine to be normalcy, something had to come and turn all of that upside down, something had to come and try lighting a flame within the darkness, thinking it might do some good. Amicus knew better. He stopped, the smile escaping from his face as he listened to the old man’s words, his long sleeves hiding fists, for him a rarity. He didn’t turn back, lifting his head and taking a deep breath, controlling all of the flooding emotions with one good go, and he didn’t need this, not right now, not today. He had been going perfectly fine without word or rhyme of the darkness. And whenever the darkness was brought forward, it showed, piercing strongly through his normally happy demeanor, and to this man it would show as he turned sharply about to look him in the eyes, his gaze becoming akin to that one would expect to see from a slave, as that was what he was, and his words would carry coldness about them, a soft tremor to translate properly the frustration he felt. White fur slowly began to creep across his skin as his hair turned white as snow, the affects of being a wererabbit. “Duis fodiendo.” The words passed his lips sharply, not the black tongue by any stretch of the imagination. He chose these words specifically to try and get the man to stop for a moment, to try and figure out what he had just said, so that he could have a head start as he began to run down the street, his powerful legs enhanced by the transformation, allowing him to sprint swiftly, allowing him to run away from the man, allowing him to try and run away from the dark thoughts, to find a place to hide from it all. And of course, he would find just such a place as he expected, finding himself hiding in a box down an alley behind a paint shop, a good a place as any he thought. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:36 am Post #10 |
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Ezekial saw soon that his gamble had failed, and that he had rolled snake eyes. The boy turned to his, with a gaze that told of hatred and angst at his position, just like a slave. Ezekial was an old man, and he had seen more than his share of slaves, and they all had that same anger and hatred at the outside for allowing them to become slaves. Making that connection, his eyes widened, and he felt a twinge of pity for this young boy. So that was why he had no parents, they must have been killed by slavers and he taken to be sold in the markets. But why did he wear a straight-jacket? Ezekial had to force himself from putting a hand on his sword when the boy's skin began to be covered in white fur, what little of his skin the old man could see. The boy said a phrase in a language that Ezekial could recognize as definitely not being Dark Tongue, and turned and ran. Ezekial started to move to chase after the boy before thinking better of it. Are you not going to follow him? I thought you cared. I do, but I can see that going after him now isn't going to work. I have a different plan in mind. You go follow the boy, but stay high in the sky, and don't let him see you. Once he stops, transmit his location to me and I'll deal with the rest. And what exactly is this plan of yours, oh great one? You'll see. Now, go, he's getting away. The little golden dragon made a noise at the old priest, and took off after the sprinting wererabbit, staying high in the sky and relying on her eyes to track the young boy. Ezekial, meanwhile, went off to a local bakery, buying two small loafs of bread for the boy, sliding a handful of copperheads to the merchant to pay for it. The boy would certainly be hungry, everyone who lived on the streets was. When they got hungry enough, they did stupid things, and Ezekial did not want to see this boy do those sort of things. He walked around the city aimlessly, being careful to stay just far enough away that he was not see by the boy, but close enough so that he could quickly go to his location. Zeke. I found him. There's a little paint shop near you, called the "Painted Palace". I would comment on its name, but I feel you wouldn't agree. The boy is hiding behind it, in an open box. Are you sure about this, Zeke? No, I'm not, but I'm still going to go with it. He sought out the building, and followed the alleys behind it, making sure not to make a sound. He saw an open box, seeing part of a head poking out from it. He stalked him was next to the box, and sat down next to it, taking the bag with bread and placing it into the box. "I though that you would be hungry after all that running. Here, eat it. I know how hungry you must be, but as hard as it is, Cascadia is a far nicer place to be in than the Deep Cities as an elf." Ezekial chuckled under his breath, remembering it. "Do me a favor a sit still and listen to me. A long time ago, my house was attacked by something, I still don't know what they were. They dragged my family out, and set my house on fire. They took my wife and daughter and set them in front of my and killed them. Right in front of me. Then they left me, knocking me unconscious so that when I woke up it would be next to the cold, headless corpses of my family. I still have nightmares about it. The worst thing was, I kept going over what I could have done differently to saved them, hating myself over my inability to save them. I felt the same thing when other people told me to open up, thought the worst of them, even my closest friends. I hated them for trying to help me. Then, to stop them, I did it. I opened up. And you know what happened? They got me to realize that it wasn't my fault. So I know what I'm saying when I tell you that it does get better. You just have to let it. That's all I have to say, Amicus. That's my story." |
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| Ah'Har | Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:56 am Post #11 |
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If Amicus had known about the dragonling following him from above, he would have taken extra precautions, ducking through buildings, taking sharp turns and crouching through crowds, vanishing into alleys, the entire works he had used to avoid large groups of drunkard who got upset when he kicked them upside the head. Instead he merely hid in the box, not knowing why he would do such a thing… hiding in the box, that was. He knew full well why he ran, he didn’t want to talk about the darker things that he had known, the darker things he had been forced to do, and the old man hadn’t seemed to particularly grasp the concept of wishing to simply be left along. As long as he forgot about it, Amicus saw no worries in pretending it never happened, that instead of being trapped within a steel cage by a demon, he had instead been given the gift of amnesia, simply being born upon the streets as he was, happy, carefree, living a rather good life free of overall strife. Perhaps if he had continued on such a path, he would be quicker to learning Common by now, simply being left to his dreams of running around as a rabbit in a field, or having a somewhat normal life all-together. And then had come the old man, once again as earlier before. He could hear the footsteps of the old elf, each footfall rang in the wererabbit’s sensitive ears, and he was ignorant to how he had been so easily found, he found it doubtful that the old man could figure such a place so easily. He spoke, lots of words, all in Common, which of course meant that Amicus could understand each word. The old man had a hard life and managed to move on, he had a whole story to tell but it did not help the aasimar’s predicament. He had not seen his loved ones slaughtered or his home lost, he was not growing bitter or cold, as long as none asked, he didn’t have to worry, he could just lock the memories of years of abuse away, hiding in blissful ignorance to the whole event, and living as a child should, carefree, happy, goofy. Amicus listened to his story, offering that much courtesy, but found no solace in the words, standing from his crate, refusing to take the food, he didn’t need it. He had plenty of friends in Cascadia that shared what they could with him while he learned to speak common, while he tried to figure out how to work. They didn’t pry into his past; they simply let him be as he was. There were plenty of orphaned children the world, he was just dressed odder than most. "Die Öffnung könnte für Sie gearbeitet haben ... aber versuchen Sie Ihre Geschichte wieder, wenn Sie ein Kind waren erhöht, um zu töten.“ He said, his words cold, somewhat dismissive. For each crime commited unto a person, for each personality, Amicus was perhaps too young for knowing the truth. Simply opening up did not work best for everybody. For some, it was best to forget such things could even happen. And so once more, he began to wlak off, leaving the alley, walking down the street, though still in his wererabbit form. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Jul 10, 2011 1:10 pm Post #12 |
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The Aasimar stood in his box while Ezekial was still talking, not having touched the food. The Aasimar looked at the old priest coldly again, saying, ""Die Öffnung könnte für Sie gearbeitet haben ... aber versuchen Sie Ihre Geschichte wieder, wenn Sie ein Kind waren erhöht, um zu töten.“ The opening could have worked for you ... but you try your history again, when you were a child raised to kill. The child began to walk off, and Ezekial sighed. He grabbed the bread, it was good bread, no need to let it go to waste. And off he goes again. Why are you working so hard for this one? Well, it wouldn't be meaningful if it was easy, now would it? Besides, the path to fixing the world starts with one person, even if they don't want you to help them. Don't you worry that you're pushing your worldview on these children in the name of a good cause? No, of course not. You only need to worry if your worldview is the wrong one. Ezekial followed the boy, holding the bag clutched in his arms. "Child raised to kill, eh? That's interesting, or rather, it was the first few times I saw it. That's what happens when you're as old as I am, you see the worst parts of humanity, and you see it multiple times, and you get to see how it ends. Sometimes well, sometimes not. Little Susie got over being used as a Trojan horse and lived a long and happy life, but Canna, on the other hand, never could, and died alone in a gutter, haunted by his actions until he died. And as bad as it may sound, I think he was happy to die. He was free from his nightmares at last." They were going towards a large square now, with a group of people of definitely the undesirable type. They were an annoyance to the city, but nothing more than that, only committing fairly inconsequential crimes up to then. "You really should have some of the bread, you know. It's very good. You should know, it was make by that nice elderly couple who own a bread shop in that little curve that looks like a horseshoe. I wouldn't be surprised if they gave you food when you were hungry, after all, you're probably a surrogate child to them. Whether it's conscious of unconscious, the matter stands. "In any case, running away from your past will never work. Life's kind of a jerk, when you do anything it throws everything it can at you, and just you wait and see if it isn't your past come to see you. If you don't like to dwell on the past, that's fine, for a while, and then past comes 'round for dinner and mucks up your rockery and chips your favorite china." That was... colorful. That was you, by the way. You mucked up my rockery and chipped my favorite china. Ezekial opened the bag of bread, suddenly realizing that he was hungry. He took a deep breath of the bread; it smelled delicious. He let out a sigh, telling himself that he would eat once this child would stop running away from him. |
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| Ah'Har | Tue Jul 12, 2011 5:21 am Post #13 |
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((OOC: As Google Translator sucks majorly, the Black Tongue Text is now going to be in <...> instead of going through the hassle of fixing very simple translation errors)) Amicus stopped for only a moment, it seemed that this old man could not work it through his aged mind to simply leave the child alone, to stop bringing things up to stop trying to force him to talk about something that still gave him nightmares. Through all of the man’s words, never did the boy feel so troubled, so mixed of emotions, fear and sorrow, both overtaken and utilized to form into rage. His body began to shudder, his legs felt as if they were aching while his arms almost instinctually crossed over his arms, tears welling up in his eyes before rolling down his furred cheeks before he realized what he was doing, throwing his arms down and pivoting about, glaring to the old man. “<You do not seem to care, to understand to just leave me alone! You have already driven me away from the people who have been protecting me, who can protect me all to chase this idea that you can fix me just by having me open up to you, a stranger! The thing I fear is not dead, he is not human, and now he can find me! He can capture me and start it all over again, the torture, the abuse, the enslavement! Why could you not just let me live out my life in blissful ignorance, why could you not let me just be happy!? He has done it before, he will bind my jacket, he will lock me within a metal box, he will barely feed me he will… will…>” The child’s black tongue stopped passing his lips when a black feather passed before his eyes, too large to be of any Cascadian bird, he froze up, knowing full well what had arrived. “<No, no. Don't let me interrupt you…>” Came the demonic growl of a voice too frighteningly familiar to the child, “<By all means… give me some ideas.>” Slowly Amicus turned around, eyes as wide as they could possibly be, his heart beating way too fast within his chest as he saw the demon towering over him, at least by a few feet. A large repeating crossbow in one hand, the bolts loaded and ready to fire, the other hand free. His black wings extended to their full twenty-four foot wingspan, enshrouding the young aasimar in darkness. His clothes were black and leather, stained with splattering of blood, and his helmet used for flying would have been shining if sunlight were falling upon him. It only took a moment for this to register to Amicus as he jumped up, showing off the full extent of his lycanthropy as he turned into a small white rabbit, pants and boots magically gone though his straightjacket seemed to stay on, shrunken to his size. And as soon as he hit the ground, he would take off bolting towards the nearest ally, barely missing two bolts from the demon’s crossbow. Edited by Ah'Har, Tue Jul 12, 2011 5:22 am.
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| Ezekial Smith | Tue Jul 12, 2011 2:11 pm Post #14 |
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People were beginning to gather, and at first the old man thought that it was to intercept in the show being made between the strange old elf and the young wererabbit, but he soon realized that it was something far worse. He was so transfixed at the sight that he only barely heard the boy begin to cry and spin about, waving his arms. He could only hear a few words of the boy, still the Black Tongue, but these the yellow dragon did not translate. The large demon landed quietly, and Ezekial's katana began to glow brightly. The demon spoke, also in Black Tongue, and lifted a repeating crossbow easily in one hand. The old man began to dodge, but realized that the thing was aiming for the young boy. Rage boiled up in the priest, and he stepped in front of the demon, several feet taller than him, as it began to walk towards the young boy, who had turned fully into a small rabbit and ducked behind a friendly shopkeeper who had come out to see what was going on. The old man set his feet apart wide, his face graven, and the demon chuckled, and said, "<C'mon Servus, where are the paladins? You leave me with an old elf that looks like he's rotting alive? I thought you had better friends than that!>" The man kept his face stony even when the small dragon translated the demon's words, and said in a loud voice, "I don't know who you are, and it doesn't particularly matter. If you are intent on harming this boy, you will be my enemy. You're a hundred years too early to defeat me." The man put his right hand under the handle of his katana, and his left under the handle of his wakizashi, which was just underneath it, and drew both, saying, "Hell awaken." The right hand held a long katana, the Yawarakai-Te, which glowed with celestial indignation, and pained to rend this demon in twain. In his left was a wakizashi wrapped in bright flames, the Tengoku-to-Jigoku, and they came to rest with their points nearly meeting, the man's arms wide. He stood like this for a moment and charged in quickly, raising both weapons to attack, cutting downwards from his left shoulder in a diagonal slash, and both cut into the demon, although the cuts were cauterized, one by true flames, and the other by divine flames. The demon had seen the blows coming, and had moved back, but was surprised by the speed and reach of the old elf. The demon leaned back, holding a hand to his belly where the swords came down, and laughed, saying, in Common, "Ahhhhhhh... That felt good... Maybe you will be somewhat interesting after all." The demon flew up into the air to avoid the old priest's attacks, and fired three more bolts, emptying his clip. These bolts came very close to Ezekial, who had moved to the side to avoid the aim of the crossbow. Edited by Ezekial Smith, Tue Jul 12, 2011 7:38 pm.
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| Ah'Har | Wed Jul 13, 2011 11:17 pm Post #15 |
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Only three bolts left. Where a repeater crossbow generally held five, the hunter whose cold dead hands the demon pried the weapon from had spent two of them trying to hit him. Having exhausted the ammunition, Chom hovered in the air for a moment, his eyes glowing from beneath his helmet before he dove in like a bird of prey, his wings fully tucked, expanding right at the last second to keep him just out of sword’s length of the old warrior, to coax a slash at the demon before Chom would through the repeater crossbow at Ezekial’s head, diving a bit further after it to deliver a heavy kick to his head. And while the happened, Amicus did not stop running, he did not trip over the sleeves of his strait-jacket, he just kept moving as fast as he could, praying that Chom wouldn’t come after hi, that he wouldn’t be captured again. He didn’t want to go back to such a life, he didn’t want to kill anybody else, he had done enough before his first escape, before gaining his freedom. He didn’t even realize that Chom had let him go… That no matter what, the demon would find him that the only reason he had his freedom was to lead Chom on a hunt, to unwittingly be a beacon for others around him to die. The plan had backfired when Amicus found the old retired paladins and priests. They kept him safe, they made Chom’s plan a great deal more difficult. And the demon saw this as an opportunity to move his spotlight. The wound from the old man’s enchanted blade had already healed completely, and the one from the holy power was steaming away. Chom was pure demon, from the very beginning, and truly tough to beat, he healed too quickly, he fixed up his broken bones by nature, it was the reason he survived so long in a world of heroes. And Ezekial would soon find that the demon had more tricks up his sleeves than simply flying out of reach. Too many times before had Amicus seen the tricks, he could have been a great help, but he ran; He was too engulfed by fear to stay behind, to tell Ezekial just how to fight Chom, to tell him the demon’s weakness, he was too afraid. To so much as see a feather from the demon brought him nothing but fear. |
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