Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 21, 2013 11:42:08 GMT -6
Rook had seen many dead bodies before, and had been responsible for more than a few. But for some reason, seeing Drethiel's vacant host felt so eerie and surreal, as if he was only ever a figment of her imagination - a nightmare. She shivered in the cold. Not quite the same shiver she felt under the angel's prying eyes, but the kind that was brought on by a bitter wind. She highly doubted that Drethiel could have been taken care of this easily. When did this body even get here? Surely he would have made a fuss if he was attacked shortly after leaving the church. Rook looked at the snow around her. Footprints lead back and forth in one direction - no sign of a scuffle. Perhaps he could have flown, but... she sighed and rubbed her temples. She wasn't good at this kind of deduction. Anything was possible, really, seeing as she didn't know half the people in Wildgard, OR their abilities. In other words, Drethiel in his spirit form could be perched above the church, laughing at her from afar as she sat in the feathery debris he left behind. She heard Starfire call for Thistle, and watched her run back inside.
As Thistle ran out of the church and examined the situation, Rook answered his first questions. "That angel I told you about, this was his host body, and-" she stopped short.
Why was her hair green? A look of puzzlement befell her face. She stared into the snow at her feet, as if looking for an answer among the layers of fallen flakes. She held her head in her hands and her focus intensified, eyebrows tense. It didn't make sense. Her mother had long, black hair. Her father had curly red hair. What happened with her? Why was she such an oddball out of everyone? What did she do to deserve such a drastic difference in appearance? Was she even human? Humans didn't have green hair, did they? She had never even addressed this notion that her hair was not of a natural colour. Not a single person in her life had brought it to her attention, or commented on it - until now. She ran a hand through it, suddenly self-conscious. It felt like normal hair. She pulled at it and winced. It was definitely attached to her head. Most of the time, it wasn't even all exposed - it was covered with a black furry hat, one of her first steals. Had she subconsciously been trying to hide the bright green locks by covering them with something dark? Something more common? Did it give her the overall feeling that she was no different from anyone else? Nothing had made her think this hard about herself in years. Thistle had struck home on this issue.
Des' raspy voice brought her out of her existential crisis with a jolt. Right. The body. Rook decided to go with the theory that Drethiel's soul was, once again, separated from his host body. After all that work, he either ditched it, or was ejected from it. There was no way that he was gone for good. She scowled at his actions, whatever they may have been, and shuddered, hoping that it wasn't possible for him to possess her a second time. She went inside to where Des had slid against the wall, and she knelt in front of her. She beckoned to the others to come join her, and began talking. "Destael is right. We don't want him regaining possession of that body." It wasn't even his body in the first place - he was the real thief here, not her. "I don't know if it he's applied any extra properties to it. I don't know if it would rot and fester like a regular body. He may have been counting on the snow to keep it relatively frozen. But either way, it should be disposed of." She looked them each in the eyes.
"Let's set it on fire. There's no chance of him repossessing a pile of ash." Burying it wasn't the best idea. She didn't want to rule out the possibility of him crawling out of the ground with a grudge twice as strong. If he had it out for her, Starfire, and especially Destael... she didn't want the outcome to be any worse than it was bound to be already. She would defend the two as best as she could, but being a mere human had its many drawbacks. She hoped that Des would regain her strength soon, but for the time being she figured the most she could do for her is help her out in menial tasks, if needed.
"So. Who's with me? And where do we do this?" Unless anyone had a better idea, she figured that this was the best way to go about the situation.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 21, 2013 18:09:37 GMT -6
Starfire giggled and smiled at Thistle's comment about Rooks hair, honestly she was curious herself. She closed her eyes feeling almost like she was going to fall. As soon as Rook moved Star stumbled backwards a bit before catching her balance. The cold began to wrap around her. The cold started to effect her. She began to shiver. Scrambling herself together she opened her eyes and walked back into the warmth of the church.
Star turned her head and noticed Des had moved which she didn't think was going to be possible for a little while longer with the condition she was in. She grabbed her cloak and the almost empty bottle off the floor and sat down herself knowing that if she stood a bit longer she was going to pass out and she didn't want that to happen. The fear of Alex grew stronger after hearing his many plans and ideas on how to kill her.
Letting out a sigh she rested her head in her hands trying to ignore the pain she was feeling. "Is it all in my head...or are you actually there?" She whispered to herself. Des knew that Alex was back she didn't mind if Rook heard either, she had a voice of her own. 'I'm here. Wouldn't go anywhere without you.' She could see his smirk and she hated it.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 22, 2013 16:28:18 GMT -6
Impatiently waiting, as Rook had a moment of introspection, Thistle examined the body. "angels..." He murmured, almost imperceptibly. Lost in thought, the monk was jolted back to reality by Rook's voice.
"Burn it if you want. I'm not really a huge fan of fire, so I'll just leave you to it." He turned back to the church, wondering what on earth, or heaven or hell, could make an angel run.
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Post by Destael on Nov 22, 2013 17:10:48 GMT -6
The woman's brow twitched at when Rook said her name. Although hearing it now didn't have any power over her soul it still made her uncomfortable. "Please," She whispered, frowning up at the green haired girl. "It's Des."
Sighing, she leaned back when suddenly her eyes caught something, a furry movement that disappeared under her ragged jacket. Moving slowly, more out of fatigue rather then caution, the ex-demon lifted the fabric and immediately recognized the sleek creature. That mink....it was the Valkyries pet. With it's sudden appearance along with the body outside the door everything suddenly made sense.
Demons weren't fond of other demons, could it be possible that angels weren't fond of other angels? Or was it this angel in particular.....Either way, there was no doubt in her mind what had happened.
Speaking as she lay her hand open on the floor, Des tried to coax the small thing out to her. "There is more than one angel in town." She coughed a laugh at Dreth's expense. It was a pity that he had to ditch his body after all the trouble getting it here had caused him. "I think that our friend here had an unfortunate run in with the Valkyrie."
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 22, 2013 20:26:26 GMT -6
The Mink, Asbjörn, Cocked his head at the Woman's Beckoning. Glancing cautiously to the others in the room. He wore a black leather collar with a single Silver stud, and a Healer Sash, he Appeared to be a pet and this is what caused him the momentary lapse of confusion. But it was no matter, he Couldn't explain why he was there and what his connection to the Valkyrie was. Not Yet.
She didn't seem like she was going to hurt him... and what would that change, he'd simply reincarnate... but he didn't have that time. So he Obliged, Scampering out of the Cloak and up Destaels arm to her Shoulder. Surveying the room on his back legs.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 23, 2013 1:30:51 GMT -6
Rook's eyes widened briefly, and then averted from Destael altogether. "Er- oh. My apologies, Des." Her right cheek reddened a little in embarrassment. Now that she knew that name was a sore spot for her, she would refrain from using it. It was similar with Drethiel. He never seemed to like his full name. Whatever the case was with him, she really didn't care. She hadn't a shred of respect for that creature. Des, on the other hand, still gave her a small twist of guilt upon each glance. She wouldn't dare ask for her help again - not after all she risked. Nor did she want to offend her after that amount of trouble. However, when Des mentioned another angel, Rook stifled her laughter. Having to ditch his physical shell must have meant something drastic happened right after Drethiel left. But noticing that Starfire was preoccupied with whatever was going on in her head, and that Thistle was showing little interest in helping her, Rook groaned softly. "Why did the Valkyrie have to leave the body here, though..."
Something had to be done with the corpse. She didn't want to risk burning it on her own, should Drethiel happen to catch sight of the open flame and investigate. She stood up, and looked out the window, wondering how much snow had accumulated on the ground. She glanced back at Des, and noticed the furry animal from before had taken up a spot on her shoulder. "I'll be back soon." She announced in a deadpan voice, coming off a bit more harsh than intended. The idea of going back out in the cold repulsed her. Once she stepped out into the wind, her frown morphed into a scowl. His empty vessel looked so pathetic. But upon eyeing up the body's wardrobe, her look of disapproval faded. Leaning forward, she undid the fastener on its hooded white cloak. He certainly wouldn't miss this, she thought with a twitchy smirk.
She yanked the garment off of his shoulders, and bunched it up in her arms, tossing it inside so it would start to defrost. Blowing hot air into her hands, she rubbed them together and began to work. She pushed the corpse over, and positioned it so it was lying face down. Aside from the long, dark hair that flowed from its head, it didn't look too out of place in the snow. Crouching down and using her bare hands, she did her best to cover it well, so that within a few hours in the storm it would resemble nothing but a mere snowdrift. No one would be the wiser, aside from the church crew. Rook quickly ran back inside and shut the door, arms and legs covered in goosebumps. It wasn't the most clever idea she ever had for stowing away a body, but it would have to do for now. Sniffling, Rook picked up the white cloak, and threw it around her. After all that celestial headache had put her through, she at least deserved this much, and a second chance. Her boots clicked against the floor as she walked up to Thistle.
"Hey."
She stepped in front of him to assure she had his attention. "So what do I do to start earning my keep here? Surely you don't think I'm leaving after all this." She looked to the other two. "Whatever it is you guys do, it's bound to be better than any of my other options." Grinning, she concluded. "I'm joining your church. I'm sure you'd benefit from another member."
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Post by Starfire on Nov 23, 2013 21:09:07 GMT -6
Star let out a slight giggle after over hearing what Rook had to say. Star liked Rook, she was brave and straight to the point. Closing her eyes she tried to block everyone out but knew she wouldn't be able to block everyone out. It was easier to block out Thistle though, she'd been doing it for so long. She felt herself dozzing off, she tried to stay awake but slumber had taken her.
Her eyes shot open quickly. They were a shade of aqua not the venomous green they usually held. Calmly she reached into her boot pulling out the dagger. She stood up and slowly moved behind Rook. Turning her head she looked down at Des who was still injured. Turning back to Rook she held the tip of the dagger into her back.
"You were supposed to die. Weren't you?" She whispered into her ear. "Well, i'll be doing your angel friend a favor if I jab this right threw your back. Wouldn't I?" She pushed the dagger in a bit so it broke threw the skin and began to bleed. "You wanna know something, I collect souls aswell, yours will just be an addition to my collection."
She glared at Thistle before pushing the blade in just a bit more. "Die."
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 24, 2013 21:45:28 GMT -6
Before Thistle had a chance to react to this strange, green haired anomaly who had stepped in front him, the bewildered monk found a blade sticking out of the poor girl. Cursing, he jumped over top of the wounded girl's verdant green head and tackled Starfire, who seemed to have lost it again.
"Let her GO, Alex." the monk hissed, as one of his many hidden blades nicked her throat. "Or else I'll kill her." His blue eyes blazed, the anger that encompassed him evident as he stared down the monster before him.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 24, 2013 23:16:05 GMT -6
Not having a chance to react to the threatening words whispered into her ear, Rook inhaled sharply at the feeling of a sudden jab at her back. Her face contorted into an expression of raw confusion. The pain shot through her as Starfire pressed the knife further in, and her breathing began to shake. Tears tried to well up in her eyes, but she blinked them back, and covered her mouth and nose with her hand to muffle her choppy breath. She attempted to give herself a mental pep talk to alleviate her panic.
Calm down. It's not in all the way. Calm yourself, Rook, you'll be okay. It will be okay. It doesn't hurt. It's not blunt. It can be removed easily. It will be okay. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't...
But despite all her thoughts, it did hurt. It wasn't just the feeling, but the thought of a foreign object slicing her skin, and digging through fat and muscle that made her pale. She sunk to her knees, and managed to keep her balance, though she swayed back and forth slightly with her pulse. With shaky hands, she removed the cloak from herself, and let it drop. She winced as it pulled on the blade, getting caught and hanging heavily. Biting her bottom lip as she reached behind her, she grabbed hold of the daggers hilt. In one swift action, it could be removed from her, and she could apply pressure to the wound using the bundled up cloak. But she feared that if she pulled from her position, that she would cause more damage.
Turning her head to look around, she saw Thistle had tackled Starfire, or...whoever that really was, and was fiercely holding them down at knife-point. Rook distanced herself from the two, one hand still on the blade hilt as she crawled forward. She hissed at the small slices that were created with each movement, even though she tried to hold still. She looked quickly at Des, and gave her a sheepish smile. "H-hey. If I made my way over there, could you take this thing out? I don't trust myself..." She spoke with as steady of a voice as she could.
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Post by Destael on Nov 24, 2013 23:41:32 GMT -6
Des watched the three other people in the room tiredly, completely unaware and out of focus with what was happening. Until, that is, when Starfire stood pulling the dagger from her boot. As the scout...no...that wasn't Star anymore...As Alex glanced at her she felt everything snap into focus, fear streaking through her mind. Everything happened so fast, the only reaction that she was able to make was a sharp cry of pain when the knife hit as if SHE were the one who had been stabbed.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe; even as Thistle kicked into gear and tackled what has once been her friend.
DAMN IT.
She screamed internally in anger. At herself.....At whatever was possessing Star......At the situation.....But mostly herself. She should have seen it coming, should have been stronger. Why was she frozen like this??
As the green haired girl dropped to her knees and started moving towards her, Des finally snapped out of whatever was holding her. Gritting her teeth in determination, she pushed herself up and forward until she knelt beside Rook. Without a word of warning, she quickly pulled the knife out picking up the cloak that the girl had offered up and applied pressure. "Don't move. Just hold on." Her voice was steely, strong and determined. After everything she did to save Rooks life, she was NOT going to die. Not like this. She was her redemption, the cause that she was now fighting for. LIFE. The first person she'd saved, that she'd KNOWN she'd saved. If Rook died now....would her trouble really mean anything? Was this an omen perhaps?
Was bringing death where ever she went her destiny.....couldn't she ever shake it?
Anger boiled within her then, an anger she hadn't felt since before she was human. It strengthened her; not physically but mentally. Clenching her jaw, she shot a narrow eyed glance at Starfire who was currently being held down by the monk. "Thistle." She spoke, her voice dark and full of rage. If she had been any less angry it would have startled her; she sounded like she had as a warlord. "Heal the girl. Let me deal with that." The last few words came out as a forced hiss, as if it was all she could do not to fling herself across the room in an adrenaline filled fury. This Alex, would not take her moment of success from her. "Trust me."
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 25, 2013 0:13:38 GMT -6
Tiny tiny claws in Destaels shoulder stiffened, digging into the flesh, but only momentarily, the Mink launched itself off of her and toward rook, Missing the Jump by a foot or two. Asbjörn grappled onto rook's arm and scrambled up to her shoulder. Squabbling and chittering in her ear. [ link ] The Creature was strange to begin with, mysterious, even for a lesser being. But Asbjörn was not always a Mink and wasn't always a lesser being. A radiant White light began to glow almost immediately from contact with the Stranger, and in some call of Nature, he had healed the knife wound, glowing softly of white light. Cautious of Rook, he worked fast, not knowing her and not fully underestimating the humanoid races. He was careful not to alarm her. Casting a mammalian glance back to Destael, He skimpered down rooks back and over to Starfire's Direction. |
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Post by Starfire on Nov 25, 2013 8:00:24 GMT -6
Feeling the cold metal against her cold neck he let out a low chuckle. "Do it Thistle. Kill her. Slit her throat nothing will heppen to me." There was a faint smirk now across star's lips and a little hope in her eyes that he'd do it. Now that the dagger was in the girls back another plan needed to be thought of and one fast. Star's head turned and looked at Des, listioning to what Des had to say. "Maybe, I should have satbbed you in the back Thistle. It would have been so much easier. Or you Destael, that scar on your neck could have been a guide line."
The only words that came out were words of hate. "Yeah Thistle, Let Deatael take over." Turning her head back to Rook the little green haired girl. "Serves you right for stealing yet again. You would have thought that you've learned. Your body was just purified, ha, now you have a scar, for memories." Looking back at Thistle all Alex could do was smirk. "You're pathetic. And you should stab me, somewhere in the chest. I'll live up to my promise."
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 25, 2013 16:20:28 GMT -6
Glancing back at Des, Thistle relented, stepping back and lowering his blade. Quickly backing up, he reached the wounded girl, momentarily noticing the green and red Christmas colors that currently adorned her body. Searching the body for wounds, the monk was surprised to find that they had already healed. "Who could have..." he murmured, before noticing the furry mink that seemed to be aiding D.
Still, she needed more healing than just that. Thistle bent down, trusting Des to watch his back, and placed a palm where the wound would have been. He began pumping pure, unadulterated life-force into the girl, turning his head periodically to watch the events unfold behind him.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 26, 2013 0:27:21 GMT -6
Rook had steadied her breathing fairly well by the time Des made her way over to her. She threw her a weary smile, and then let out a small, short yelp as the blade was pulled from her back. She nearly lost her balance, but sat back on her legs just in time, holding her arms out on the floor in front of her. "Oh, thank god- " she sighed airily, then pursed her lips as pressure was applied to her wound. She nodded silently at Des' words, with eyes shut, blocking out the world around her. Her head felt like it had a strange mixture of lighter, and weighted areas. The ex-demon-warlord's voice sounded powerful - and through her rage - confident. Though the nature of it seemed intimidating, she felt safe through the pulses of pain.
Attempting to exhale the tension from her body, Rook focused only on her breath. Her concentration was broken though, by the feeling of tiny pinpricks along her arm. Before she could register what exactly she was feeling, she felt the sensation move up to her shoulder and heard a fast-paced chatter in her ear. Opening her eyes, she turned her head to be met by a little furry face. Rook brought her head back, trying to get a better look at the mink on her shoulder, but by the time her eyesight had focused, there was a bright, uplifting glow emitting from somewhere nearby. Soon after, the small animal had abandoned its position and made its way to the floor. As it scampered off to see Des, Rook squinted her eyes in their general direction. What had just...? She moved her hand warily to the wound on her back, no longer pulsing in pain like it had before. What she felt, she assumed, was scar tissue, and when she pulled her non-bloodied hand in front of her again, she gaped. The little guy had healed her. What a choice fellow. But how could a mere mink know a heal spell...?
Hearing voices from where the others were, Rook tuned into their conversation. Upon hearing the voice coming from Starfire that chastised her for taking the cloak, she experienced a familiar feeling of guilt. It was similar to the feeling she felt in her early days of possession, but she recalled that her morals became skewed over time. The thoughts of her wrongdoings hung heavy on her shoulders, and she made no attempt to move from her position. What was she doing? The voice was right. God, how stupid could she get, after all this? Leave it to her to mess things up. She only moved slightly when she felt a hand pressed against where her wound had been. A small twitch ran through her back upon unexpected contact, but then a gradual feeling of comfort welled up inside her. Like a pleasant, warming energy. Curiously glancing at the person behind her, she saw Thistle, who had his eyes glued to the situation unfolding behind him. Rook opened her mouth to piece together something witty, perhaps, but nothing would come out. Therefore, she promptly shut it. These people (and the furry individual) that barely knew her were helping her of their own accord. If she guessed right, the power being transferred to her through the monk was, in essence, life. The notion left her slightly awestruck, but not enough to forget to show some form of appreciation. She placed a cold hand upon Thistle's arm, gave him a nod, and uttered a word of thanks. Then, bringing both hands together close to her mouth, she attempted to warm them in her hunched over state. "I've become quite the handful here, haven't I?" She laughed half-heartedly at her uselessness. "Hopefully Starfire's still in there somewhere, and hasn't been kicked out of her body. That would be a shame. I finally found someone I could relate to..."
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Post by Destael on Nov 26, 2013 2:54:30 GMT -6
As soon as the monk let go of Star, the ex-demon flung herself at her in a burst of rage and adrenaline. Pinning the scout down with strength she shouldn't have had, Des glared into the eyes that did not belong to her friend. She then spoke, her voice low and venomous; dangerous. "I may be human now, but I have the knowledge of centuries. You saw what I did not ten minutes ago to that angel. You don't think I couldn't do the same thing to you? I have spells that could tear you to shreds you pathetic insignificant creature. You thing you're dangerous; you're NOTHING. You're looking into the eyes of a woman who has killed thousands and I am going to destroy you." Her final sentence came out eerily quiet and calm which made it all the more dangerous.
Yet.....this was still more or less a bluff. She hadn't lied about having the knowledge of spells that could obliterate the second soul housed in the scouts mind. But did she have the strength to use them? ....no. The only thing that was giving her this strength was the adrenaline filled fury and her strength of will. The one thing she did have to her advantage was resolve. There was one spell she could probably pull off even now. A binding spell...but it would probably leave her dead and that was something she'd come to terms with. Alex had to be stopped. How many lives had he already taken? Will take? This had to end
Planting an elbow against the scouts throat, she drew a dagger from her side and then proceeded to carve a pentagram into the palm of her own hand. As she worked she began chanting, voice deep and quiet in the same ancient demonic language she'd used for her first spell. It only took a second before she planted that hand on the girls forehead, but even as she did it her strength was quickly fading.
Crap, crap, no, no, no, no nonono. She could feel the other soul pushing against her even as her spell was trying to bind him. She wouldn't have the strength....her soul was already to diminished. But even as that realization dawned on her she kept going. It had begun to work, there was no doubt; but even if she managed to half lock away the other soul if she didn't finish he could easily break away.
Blackness overtook the edge of her sight as she poured every ounce of strength and will into the spell, all the while not realizing that she wasn't pinning the scout anymore.
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