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| Ari | Sun Sep 28, 2014 10:34 pm Post #31 |
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Staring up at the night sky, Ari smiled. "That's very nice of you to say. Gives me a strange feeling. You know, a sense of closure for a story that isn't all mine." "Quiet down, you two." They were clever enough to separate them. Ari opened her senses and knew that Maurice wasn't even nearby. No chance for the two of them to scheme, much less communicate. The cult leader had come close to losing support from his flock, and indeed a handful of initiates had deserted him. However, he was clever. He changed the story, and they believed him. What was once blasphemy -- imprisoning the Painted Mantis -- became a necessity. Ari drew close to the bars and wrapped her fingers around them. "I have a pretty good idea where you've taken us," she purred. "In fact, I think I've been here before. Since when did you people seize a fort?" One of her guards, a middle-aged man, had probably been ordered to avoid giving her any information. "Your bluff won't work on us. We know about your condition. Your problems recalling memories." This wasn't a bluff. If she was right, she knew the exact layout of this hundred-year-old river fort. It was not a large one. Four floors counting the roof, perhaps the size of a large house except made of stone. Abandoned shortly after Istan invaded. Even so, she was still a normal person. She couldn't just rip these bars away and break free. And the guards were standing too far away for her to go for a chokehold and grab their key. They might not even have the key on their person. "You know... if you do anything to Maurice, I'll kill you all. And I mean anything. I'll kill you, but I won't eat you like Kirvo would -- I'll throw you into the river to let the scavengers have your bloated corpse." Where did that come from? she asked herself, but stayed outwardly confident. Only when Agorst failed to make some snide comment did she realize they had taken her living weapon away. |
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| Windy | Mon Sep 29, 2014 11:09 pm Post #32 |
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Maurice waited, he didn't know for how long, but eventually a man came to deliver food. But Maurice stayed still, he kept his eyes closed, he made his body limp. The man shouted for him to come get his food, but instead he kept still, the man kept on shouting, but Maurice gave him no answer. A second guard came down, asking what all the ruckus was about, eventually the two opened the cell, watching the little chimera nudge the body, trying to get it to move... while mewing softly. One of the guards paled, "He's dead, I heard that the mantis would kill us all if anything happened to him. And now... he's dead." The man dropped the tray of food and took a step back. His ally growled, "He's not dead, just gotta check his pul-" That was all he needed. Maurice sprang up, tackling the guard slamming him into the ground. He grabbed the man's head and kept on slamming it into the stone floor until blood began to pool under him. The other man ran away, shouting that a prisoner was escaping. Maurice grinned as he picked up the bread from the tray, bolting it down his throat before taking the dead guard's longsword. Maurice smiled as he began to walk out, Ferdi and Coggs at his heel as he said, "This is the third longsword I've had in a week's time. Now... lets go on a hunt boy, we've got cultists to kill." With that Maurice set off, jogging down the hall after the shouting man, he would just have to rush towards him, he knew the man would make for the man in charge of this place, and once Maurice had his sword at the cultist's throat... he would make the criminal release Ari, wherever she was. |
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| Ari | Sun Oct 5, 2014 10:32 pm Post #33 |
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Shouts from another level of the fort woke Ari from a light slumber. She walked over to the bars and tried to see, but the hallways were too small and narrow. Her guards had become just as agitated because of the commotion and one even left to check out what was wrong. Ari didn't know what time it was or how long it had been, but she could see a bit of sunlight filtering into the stairwell at the end of the hall. She heard fast footsteps coming down the stairs. The figure lowered his cowl, revealing himself to be the leader of these cultists from earlier. Ari couldn't recognize him from her past life and didn't know his name, but he was a fairly handsome-looking fellow. Middle-aged nearing elderly, his head shaved bald. A triangle of dots were tattooed into his forehead, symbolizing the three simple eyes between a praying mantis' two compound eyes. He blasphemed against his country by wearing the robes of a Nalaian priest. Ari spoke first. "Nothing you can do will turn me back into Kirvo." "Yes, the change wasn't permanent. But I have reason to believe I brought out a bit of Kirvo in you -- permanently." He pointed upward, at the muffled shouting and scurrying of feet. "I'd like to demonstrate. Won't you peacefully accompany me to the room where our escaped prisoner is bound to go?" "Let's see how long the peace lasts." "I hope you made yourself comfortable, Maurice Delvin. You've sure done whatever you wanted thus far." The cultist leader, followed closely by Ari, came out from one of the obscure back corridors that servants and spies used to use back when this fort was a military installation. The room they were in was a barrack that had been transformed into a place of worship. Monster heads were mounted on the walls next to ancient weapons and traps. Idols of the Mantis were draped with animal furs and engraved with the incarnation's hundreds of names. Ari spotted Agorst hidden among unsorted loot. The cultist leader gestured to some pillows arranged around a thatch fetish shaped like a praying mantis. "Sit with me. Let's discuss a few things." "Do you seriously think I'm going to listen to you?" "Or we can stand." Ari took a moment to look over Maurice. He was okay. Relief crossed her face. She drifted toward him as she turned her attention back to the cultist leader. "You were very stupid, letting me out of captivity without so much as a pair of shackles." "We worship the Painted Mantis, the Lord of Hunters. I'll have you know we have a few tricks up our sleeve. Perhaps it would be best to stay and chat, rather than attempt to kill me and escape from this place. In fact, killing me would just prove my theories correct." More cultists came in through the back door, their bodies loaded with crossbows and knives and other killing implements. If this fort was loaded with traps, Ari honestly couldn't tell. "We were devastated to find that the new Mantis was asleep. Even now that you've woken up, you're so... different. Perhaps it would be too petty to call you boring." "I don't care about what you have to say. We're leaving. We'll find a way out, Maurice, if what he says is true." "No violence? Threats? You truly are boring. The Painted Mantis is a creature of passion. It fights, kills, and lives with all its might. Its thoughts are supposed to be a maelstrom of primal emotions and base needs. Gluttony. Excess." Ari took a deep, frustrated breath, running her fingers through her mane of black hair. "I love this incarnation and I'm deeply worried. If I have to die -- if we all have to die -- to light that fire again, so be it." "You may well die in vain." Ari, having bent down in the loot pile, straightened with Agorst in hand. No one had tried to stop her. "Maurice, how much do you object to some bloody persuasion? I think we could get more information about the traps out of these guys if we don't quite kill them." A hint of a grin curled the cultist leader's lips. He made a quick little gesture, and all of the cultists in the room raised their primed crossbows nearly in unison. All were pointed at Maurice. "Your strange sort of affection for this man is only because of his resemblance to Percius. You barely know him. Good enough, though. Rage is passion, too." He swiped his hand into the air. "Kill him." |
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| Windy | Mon Oct 6, 2014 10:51 pm Post #34 |
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Maurice whistled, but it was not a happy whistle, it was the most common thing of all, the one thing that every nation, every continent, every culture had... the funeral dirge. He whistled that as he calmly killed what few foes tried to get in his way. He eventually made it to a room where Ari waited alongside the head cultist. Maurice only half listened to his speech, but when he went to insulting Ari... he almost lost it. But he kept calm, he walked over to where his rapier had been kept and strapped that to his belt, sheathed his longsword and put up his hand as he shouted, "Stop!" Either they were so stunned that Maurice had shouted, or they were just incompetent lambs, they had hesitated, giving him time to speak his piece. Maurice walked up to the man and spat at his feet, "You make me sick. You dictate what the lives of others should be, you're not even worth Ari's time, you're not even worth My time. But you will have it, you want to bring out Kirvo through my death and battle? You will have none of it." He picked up Ferdimond and handed the chimera to Ari, just to keep her hands occupied so he could draw out Agorst. Maurice held it up as he shouted, "Agorst, you're going to feel a lot of pain and knowledge sweep through you, lots of new sensations. But you do this and I'll forgive you for cutting me open." He did not wait for an answer, instead he focused on the blade, the soul sucking aspect was drawing out his soul and his memories, the memories of the sacred swords powers. The air around him began to stir until a vortex of air surrounded him. He swung the sword once, cutting through the air, he stuck the katana in his belt as he rushed over to Ari, sweeping her into his arms and off her feet. He gave a broad grin as he spoke again, "Hold on tight." With those words he was off, a sonic boom ripping the through the enemies as he rushed forward. They became nothing more than a blur as they moved, the cultists in that room would have their internal organs rupture from the sonic boom, few would survive, but the most important fact was... that he was running away from it all. He felt new joy come to him as he leaped out a window, sending them into a series of flips before landing... but he didn't stop, he ran more. Their forms cut through the surrounding foliage, he ran across the river, his feet moving faster enough that he never sank. But even then he did not stop, he gave a whoop of excitement as he sprinted down hills, across mountainous paths, he kept on running... until they came back to town. He stopped his feet, sliding a clean ten feet before stopping he held Ari for only a few more seconds before putting her back down. He gave her a small smile before collapsing, even while not holding Agorst... he was still feeding it his soul, the power was to much for him, he fell into a deep slumber, his wound bleeding from the strain of his mad dash. |
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| Ari | Mon Oct 20, 2014 2:32 am Post #35 |
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Pain and knowledge? Boy, it's what I live for! The weapon echoed a delighted cackle that only became more intense, more psychopathic, as Maurice delivered on his warning. Ari wasn't completely able to process what was happening, as to her eyes she was moved and transported at a blur. She emerged from the grip of a collapsed Maurice dizzy, disoriented, and terribly confused. It was almost dawn; the first rays of sunlight illuminated the clouds of mist that hung over a nearby brook flowing next to the road into town. The warrior, collapsing onto her hands and knees after a few steps, quietly vomited into a stand of ground vegetation just off the road. By the time she had risen back to her feet, she realized that Maurice was unconscious. It took a closer look to gauge that he was only sleeping. Agorst sheathed and back on her hip, Ari scooped up her friend (she wondered if she could call him that, after all they'd been through this night) and walked him into the outskirts of Mandira. The chimera pup padded along beside her, happy as could be. It started to lightly rain. Ari picked up her pace, eventually darting under the awning of the nicest inn she could find in this district of the City of Temples. The proprietor expressed worry, wondering if she should call the Guard regarding the unconscious man, but Ari reassured her that all he needed was some rest. Upon entering the room she lowered him onto one of the beds. Having stripped off his shoes and shirt, Ari took a seat at the nearby writing desk and began to pen a report to the Nalai Guard regarding the abandoned fortress. She found her hand wandering over to Agorst at her hip, as it often did, and for once she made use of that. "What happened back there, Agorst?" the warrior muttered under her breath. What can I say? Some wielders are more... cooperative than others. "You're not telling me something." You could actually care less. It's the mystery that's bothering you. Or maybe you're jealous that I resonate better with him than my own wielder. He breaks the sound barrier, you make a few after-images that turn your soul into Cascadian cheese. I can't remember the last time I've felt this full! I'm stuffed, truly! "Don't brag about things like that. It makes you sound like a monster." Ari put down her quill and capped her inkwell to take a break from writing. "At any rate, I can't say I'm jealous of a man who just got a huge chunk of his soul eaten by you. I quite pity him in fact." Oh, I know where this is going. You've 'pitied' a lot of people in your life. And it's been a while, hasn't it? At least brush your teeth first, before he winks at you or something. Ari propped her elbow on her desk, palm over her eyes. She didn't honor that comment with a response. |
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| Windy | Fri Oct 24, 2014 2:41 pm Post #36 |
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The memories came to him in short spurts, memories that were not his own, they were someone else's, someone else that used one of the soul sucking horrors. He got to see his life, a wild man that loved nothing more than to hoot and holler, running from place to place, always running, never stopping. He eventually became a knight, but he was still so wild, his katana created blasts of wind, but mostly he used it to run faster. Faster and faster he would run, eventually learning how to use the power he had earned without the sword's power. He lived longest out of the Original Four knights that used the so-called 'Sacred Weapons', living to the ripe old age of forty. And in the two days that Maurice slept, he witnessed that man's entire life, how a hundred or so years ago he came to Nalai, befriending someone, and was eventually given the title, 'Child of the Wind' for his speed and wind summoning katana. Maurice slowly opened his eyes... sitting up to look at Ari. He gave a long yawn before simply saying, "I am freakin' starvin'." He tried to stand, but found his legs uncooperative. He sat back down on the bed and groaned, "My legs feel like someone took a hammer and started to beat them.. and once they were broken clumsily fixed them, only to break them again with a larger hammer." His legs were on fire, still sore from his burst of speed. He looked to Ari and gave her a small smile, "Did you see how fast I went? It was so much fun. Everything was a blur, I felt so free. And best yet, I had some funny dreams, I think I'll be able to do that again... without losing several years of my life." His already short life span was just cut shorter. That thought didn't weight to heavily on his mind, he had only planned to live for a few more years anyway, but if he could learn to run that fast... then to hell with that plan, life became a lot more interesting if he could unleash that speed at the drop of a hat. |
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| Ari | Sun Oct 26, 2014 1:48 pm Post #37 |
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Ari, having been lightly sleeping on her arms at the writing desk, slowly rose when she heard Maurice was up. She leaned back on her chair, crossing her legs, and smiled faintly at his attempts to stand. "I'll go into town and get you some crutches." Maurice proceeded to describe the aftermath with enthusiasm. He really loved to move quickly. By contrast, Ari spent the whole time in a bit of a confused panic. He claimed to have had funny dreams, and phrased it like it was a good thing. The warrior tilted her head a bit at this. "Dreams?" Whether or not the Knight of Wind explained in more detail, Ari stood as soon as their conversation was over. She grabbed the metal tray on her desk -- left here a bit earlier by room service -- and set it on the bed next to Maurice. One half of the plates were totally cleaned off, but on the other half there was still a full Nalaian breakfast waiting to be eaten. Ari gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, but lingered a moment too long. Then she hastily left to go acquire some crutches. Are you okay? You're not acting like yourself. You've been through all this with him and not even once have you tried to-- Ari lifted her hand off the weapon to cut their connection, her jaw set tight. "Maybe I like having friends," she growled under her breath just before proceeding into the crowded inn lobby. In the streets of Mandira, she accidentally rested her hand on the living weapon again. That cult leader got to you, didn't he? All that talk of excess and living according to your true nature as he interpreted it. The warrior sighed. What Agorst said next surprised her: You'll figure things out. Now that was worrying. Her weapon had never been that supportive before. |
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| Windy | Fri Nov 7, 2014 5:24 pm Post #38 |
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Maurice waited a while, smiling calmly as he slowly ate his food, he went over his dreams with Ari, going into detail of how the rapier he now held was a blade forged for the Child of the Wind, and that Maurice now held the man's memories. After that he found Ferdi and Coggs hopping around, chasing a fly until it decided to come to the bed. It laid down on his lap as Maurice put the empty tray aside, he would be stuck in bed until he could walk by himself, which gave him plenty of time to think of a training schedule, he would unlock the ability to run at that speed, he would become to troublesome to track, as he could just dash away, covering several days of travel in a few hours. When Ari came back with the crutches, Maurice leaned back and grinned, "So do I get an extra reward for helping you out of another tough jam and breaking their loony cycle business? I mean come on, us getting away, still living on as friends must have shattered the 'cycle' they were trying to keep. And see, now this is the best part, all you need to do is run away from them, take this victory and run with it! They can't do anything in this life time and the only way they'll create a new cycle is if they make the next incarnation break your cycle, which would in turn be against their beliefs!" He thought it was pretty hilarious, if they couldn't find a way to correct the mistake in this lifetime, then there would be no chance of correcting it ever, and if Ari just ran away from them, they would have no chance at doing so! It was the perfect plan, but Maurice felt Ari wasn't the kind of person to just take off without dealing with the problem thoroughly. He looked Ari in the eye and gave her the broadest grin he could, "Oh, the reward I want is to see you smiling. I always believe a girl looks her best with a smile, so just one would do well for a reward." Ferdi and Coggs both gave little sneezes, forcing Maurice to cover them with a folded up section of his blanket. He rubbed the two heads of the chimera and slowly crossed his legs, trying to relax as much as he could. |
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| Ari | Thu Nov 13, 2014 6:45 pm Post #39 |
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Ari's eyes glazed over for a second as she tried to follow Maurice's crazy logic, but she soon comprehended the gist of what he was saying. Part of her difficulty was the whole "running away" thing. Prey ran away. She was always the one doing the chasing. "I'll... consider it." As it turned out, she had been way off in guessing what it was that Maurice wanted as an extra reward; so off, in fact, that it was a little embarrassing. His real request was so surprising that the warrior's eyebrows raised a little. "You don't understand. I'm not as expressive as most people... that's not because I'm holding myself back." She didn't want to say the sentence that naturally followed: 'It's because I don't really feel anything, or at least not like normal people.' You think there are no reasons to smile right now? There are plenty. Ari remembered that Maurice could hear Agorst. "Perhaps, but if I were to smile, would it not be fake and forced?" You're taking his request way too seriously. If I were to find a single person on this planet who manages to be even more straightforward-thinking than you, it would be Maurice. Ari couldn't tell if that was a compliment or a criticism. Maybe both. The warrior sat down on the side of the bed next to Maurice, letting out a long exhale. "Yeah. Sorry, Maurice." She made a small, conciliatory smile. |
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