Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 26, 2013 14:55:59 GMT -6
Asbjörn was left at a cross-roads between Starfire and Destael. Not knowing which direction to run, he stalled just in time to see Destael launch over him and collide with the Scout above him. The Mink squealed with disarray and scurried over to the conflict.
In times past, Asbjörn had been a mighty warrior, A force of magic to be reckoned with, and a humbled healer. He was large and strong, he was lithe and quick, he was intelligent and clever. Now he was just a Mink with a few tricks left up his sleeve, It never bothered him, when he rode upon the shoulder of a Valkyrie, all the skill and power and white light he could ask for was within the Angel. Here, there was hardly anything he could do... So he sunk his teeth into the Scouts leg a great white light erupting from his mouth. A little trick he learnt from the warfront. White Light wasn't only a physical healing property, it was a Mental, Emotional and Spiritual Healing as well. So in an effort to bind the Scout with Pacifism, He could calm even her inner captor. White light in Star's Veins, whoever had his hold on her would either suffer the white light the same as her, or at least the Body would relax and the person within would have to obey the body it was trapped in. It was really all he could do without his Friend, the Angel.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 26, 2013 17:04:48 GMT -6
A smirk crossed Stars lips as Des' hand wrapped around her neck. "Try me." Were the last words that he said before she began to chant the spell. As she continued he watched her get weak and her grip lossen. Feeling somethin pierce his leg he had pushed Des off with little effort and grabbed the dagger that Des had pulled out earlier. Gripping the Mink by its fur Alex threw it against the wall before standing up. "You're all fools. All of you, pathetic. A spell won't do shit. So, try again next time."
The smirk reappeared before he wiped the blood off of his forehead while he glared at Thistle and Rook. "Now, i'll be keeping my promise with Star. So, if you wouldn't mind." He gripped the dagger and stabbed Star's arm before the body fell lifeless.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 26, 2013 21:17:30 GMT -6
Thistle breathed a sigh of relief as Rook came too, and turned around, fully, to face the hubbub behind him. He saw Des, arm outstretched, losing consciousness. He saw that that strange mink savaging the leg of Starfire's body, and he saw Alex wound that same body, before relinquishing control. He quickly stepped forward, ready to catch Des in case she fell over.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 28, 2013 10:13:57 GMT -6
Rook noticed that Thistle got up and left in a hurried fashion, so she turned around to find out what had happened. Her eyes widened and she scrambled to her feet - Starfire's body lay on the floor, completely still apart from the weak rise and fall of breath. Thistle was tending to Des, who once again, appeared to be on the verge of death. Rook stood dumbfounded, realizing just how fast everything had happened. She noticed a faint movement in her peripheral vision, and saw the mink from earlier near one of the walls. Now healed and restored of energy, Rook ran and scooped it up into her arms, then doubled back to pick up the bloodied white cloak. As long as Thistle could handle Des and whatever life-depleting spells she had used, she had enough faith in herself to handle the mink and Star. She hurried over to the Scout's side, bundled up the part of the cloak that wasn't soiled with her blood, and tucked it under Star's head. Feeling the mink squirm a little in her arms, she figured it would recover fairly quick. Rook looked up at Thistle and Des with a concerned demeanor. "Is she going to be alright?" By the looks of the smeared blood on Star's forehead, and the same red liquid dripping from Des' hand, she wasn't quite sure. She hoped that Starfire was merely unconscious, and nothing worse than that.
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Post by Destael on Nov 28, 2013 22:33:31 GMT -6
Des already knew she had been defeated before the scout even retaliated; it was why the violent shove that sent her reeling backwards in the monks arms barely shocked her. Exhausted, defeated and angry, she dropped slowly to her knees as her strength gave out, still feeling the mans hands on her shoulders. Bowing her head forward so that her hair hid the pained and defeated look on her face, she spoke. "I failed....He's to strong... and I'm..." Her voice was breathless and barely audible. "I'm....to human...."
This wasn't the first time she missed being a demon; longed for the power. But this WAS the first time she missed it for practical reasons, usually it was just on principle, or because it was an easier life. This....humanity....it was hard, and it hurt so much more when you failed someone you cared about. The thought briefly crossed her mind that it would be so much easier.....if she didn't care anymore and was back in that time where connections to others were far in between and fleeting. But instead...instead here she knelt on the hard wooden floor, bleeding and barely alive while the overwhelming feelings of sadness, frustration and defeat took her. Shutting her eyes she let her shoulders droop and her hands fall to her sides.
There was always a stronger being. A Humans power was stronger then smaller creatures on their plane. The power of the demon plane was stronger than a human sou;....and the power of an angel could easily override a demon. Yet....her spell hadn't even touched that soul. In her pain addled mind she figured it made sense. It took the strength of a demonic soul to over ride a human. She had the spell right....but she was only human. And unfortunately.....whatever soul had taken over the scouts mind was stronger than her own.
Frustrated tears slid down her face, still hidden by her hair; and had she been completely lucid she probably would have cared.....but now....she just wanted to disappear. She was cold, exhausted, in pain and a failure.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 29, 2013 19:17:22 GMT -6
The mink was only vaguely aware of the Green haired one, and the Kindness she showed, in a brief moment the Girl had scooped him up and he struggled against it. Mind racing, the little mammal had the fight in him of someone ten times his size. Though he hardly had the means to use it. He was always trying to prove himself and somehow he started to realize why the Valkyrie had left him here and was content with her companion in the possession of some random former demon. Even the small ones had a role to play.
He opened his eyes and hung his head over the arm of Rook, watching the ground pass beneath him for a moment. When Rook stopped at Starfire to aid her, Asbjörn jumped down onto Starfire's chest, eager to help in any way he could. Glancing with a determined look in his beady black eyes, up at Rook. White light surrounding him like a mist. He began to chatter, with another attempt to heal the Scout. Looking over at Destael with concern, he'd heal her next... if he was quick enough.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 29, 2013 20:42:47 GMT -6
'Star, you look so much like your father. All you need is my sword in your back.' Alex said, walking along the pavement ground. Star looked down at herself seeing the a dress that she had never seen before. "Alex, you're dead. You're not really here." She placed her hands over her ears and shut her eyes. Being denial was the best thing should could do. What was this? A dream? Last thing she remembered was sitting on the ground in the church and slowly dozing off. 'My dear, I'm real. And I'm here. I told you, I'm here for you. You even said it yourself that you got bored without me and now that I'm back you want me to just leave?! Well, Tough!' His voice was stronger and it started to frighten Star. Slowly she moved her hands and opened her eyes. "Alex, you need to leave me alone. I don't need you and you need to realize it. I'm not a child anymore and I'm not yours. Now, Leave me alone!" Her hands balled up into fists as she glared at him, she was done. Done with him. She wanted him gone and out of her head. "You're hurting my friends and that's not ok. Not even with me. You know what I was like but I'm not that girl anymore!" She knelt down and lifted up the end of her dress looking for her dagger but it wasn't there. Star looked back up and Alex and saw him holding a dagger in his hand. He was always one step ahead of her even if he was just all in her head. 'You seem scared? Are you scared Star?' He questioned his grin grew wider as he stepped closer to her. 'Darling you need to understand that they're not your friends. They're using you. I'm your only friend.' Starfire stood up and dusted herself off. "If you were my friend, then you wouldn't hurt the people I care about." She whispered trying to hold back the tears. It was getting difficult to not believe the words he said but there was a feeling that he was right. 'Fine. Don't believe me. Then now, you must die.' With his final words he gripped the dagger and stabbed Star in the arm, the same spot he had stabbed her earlier. Star winced at the pain but grabbed the dagger and threw it to the ground but before she knew it his hands had wrapped around her neck. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she looked him in the eyes as she gasped for the little air that she could get.
Stars eye's shot open, the venom green restored. She sat up quickly gripping her chest as she tried to catch her breathe. Large amounts of pain shot threw her arm, she was gasping for air and all she could do was cry. Pain, pain everywhere. She still felt his grip around her neck and it scared her. Was she going to die? His grip loosened and she was slowly becoming able to breathe again. Threw the tears she picked up the mink and moved it off her as she gripped the dagger that was still in her arm. With a sharp tug she pulled it out tears still streaming down her face. She couldn't talk. She didn't want to do anything but cry and that was really all she could do. Slowly she brought her knees to her chest and continued to cry. Light bruising began to form on her neck showing where Alex had choked her in her dream. She sat there, trying to forget everything and anything but all that came into her memory were of her past and of course the worst moments. The cold air wrapped around her as she felt herself go numb to the people around her. She couldn't deal with anything, she didn't want to know what she had done.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 30, 2013 14:57:43 GMT -6
All around him, Thistle saw broken people. Des lay in his arms, spent, her tears soaking the monk's shirt. Wounded, Starfire had also resorted to tears, as she sat there, huddled in a ball. Rook, who had been possessed, attacked, stabbed, then saved, was trying her hardest to help. The mink, who, Thistle guessed, came from the Valkyrie, was also giving her all. Wondering why he stayed in this land, Thistle got to work. Gently placing the ex-warlord down on the ground, he rushed to get bedding for his guests and comrades.
Returning, laden with sheets, pillows, and healing droughts, the monk began to administer the potions to the people around him. He didn't want to use any more magical healing, because taking in too much could cause unhealthy side effects. After handing Rook a few bottles and instructions to have Des drink them, Thistle crouched beside Starfire.
"Hey. Drink this, alright?" He asked, softly. "Trust me, it will help."
Thistles eyes widened slightly as he noticed the bruise on Starfire's neck.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Dec 13, 2013 1:15:46 GMT -6
With the mink now gone from her arms, and half the people around her in tears, Rook felt a wave of fatigue wash over her. It was a sad and melancholy tiredness, being fed by the helplessness and frustration emanating from the two women. Admittedly, empathy was something that she had a bit of a difficult time with. It wasn't that she couldn't tap into the feelings of others - it was that she didn't know how to react to them. Such strong, awful emotions left her pursing her lips sheepishly, and experiencing tense pangs in her chest until she noticed that Thistle had come back with his arms full of supplies. As she took the bottles and moved her way quickly to Des, she felt grateful that she no longer had to spend her time shifting her gaze between the crying women - she need only focus on one. She lightly helped Des to a more seated position, brushed the hair from her face and looked her briefly in the eyes, managing as much of a smile as she could.
Rook set the potions in front of Des, removing the caps one by one so they would be ready to drink. She pushed the first one towards the teary-eyed brunette, and left her with one comment. "You know, I really don't care what you did in the past - what you've done tonight is what matters to me, and I'm extremely thankful to have been helped by complete strangers. But please accept these and heal. Not a single person in this room would be glad to see you perish, I'm sure..."
With that, she looked back at Thistle who was staring at Starfire's neck. Rook inhaled audibly upon seeing the marks that had appeared during the unconscious state, and shuddered. She then eyed up the blankets and other bedding and felt the fatigue nearly melt her to the floor. Despite the life force that was given to her by the monk, it did not change the fact that she hadn't slept in a proper sheltered area for a long time. She portioned the bedding out evenly for the others, and took hers near one of the walls, a little further in as to not catch the cold from the edge. She was guaranteed a roof over her head for the night, but wasn't sure of anything beyond that. This wasn't such a bad place to stay, especially with the newly established angel ward. Perhaps if Thistle realized the offer of joining the church was serious, he'd let me stay a while... Her eyes threatened to close as she constructed a bed-nest, but before she dozed off she called to the others.
"If you need me, wake me. I'm just gonna..." She lay her head down on the pillow, and shut her eyes to the sight of the people that she gave up on in trade for a good night's sleep.
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Post by Destael on Dec 13, 2013 2:21:24 GMT -6
The ex-demon didn't react at all as people moved around her and barely looked up when Rook crouched before her. Listening wordlessly as the girl spoke, the words nearly made her react. Would they really be unhappy to see her go? It probably wouldn't be a huge loss. But still, it gave her a twinge of hope that Rook was thankful, making her remember that she hadn't failed, not really.
Still silent, the Des waited until everyone had turned away, tending to the downed scout. It made her uncomfortable to be cared for, to be shown kindness and offered assistance in her weakness. In fact, it made her uncomfortable to show weakness at all. Like a wounded animal, she would much rather hide and tend to her injuries alone.
Raising weakly to her feet, she bowed her head and shuffled across the room to where her cloak lay. Picking it up, she stood with her back to the others and spoke softly, "Thank you. I'll be ok. See you around."
And with that she was gone; teleporting out without even waiting to hear a reply.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Dec 13, 2013 23:49:03 GMT -6
The Mink turned, to see the absence of Des, wrapping his little paws into themselves to keep warm. Standing on his hind legs to survey the wreckage. The dark one named Des was gone, and with her, the only other person he trusted... with just a sliver of actuality. Nervously he scanned the faces of those left, awkwardly twitching.
It was time for him to get out of here, and find his way back to the Valkyrie. But how? Where would he go, and how would he get out? He shot a long glance at the door to the Basilica, and noted how it was shut tight to ward off the cold. He scurried over to Thistle and Starfire, Looking up and staring the Monk in the eye.
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