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Kain's story

Although Kain had fought his incapacitating injuries and given himself movement, he couldn't defy the pain. Especially since some of those limbs weren't ready to move and that motion only opposed his recovery. Sarah could see it. Hard to notice in his near mummified state but she knew. That left Kain wondering, Why..?

.... His thought was sharply broken as he noticed Sarah reach for the cassette player. Panic! Kain swung his straight stiff arm at hers as he groaned loudly. The sudden unexpected touch startled her more then anything.

"Sorry I won't touch it!" She quickly exclaims, looking around a little bit confused. She didn't push the matter just simply looked upon his arm with sympathy and concern.
Behind the glasses Kain's eyes were welded shut in pain, tears streaked freely from them and hidden memories seized his vulnerability and played in his fragile mind.

He cried in silent pain, he cried in sorrowful memories and for chances nearly lost. He cried for the families crying and the people who couldn't cry. He cried for every reason he stopped himself crying over the past few years.

He cried for his sister.

Sarah removed her phone from her pocket and put it on the consol between them. While only faint, soft music filled the silence between them as they drove under the starry night sky. Deftones; Change (in the house of flies)

A smile crept across his face. At least she had good taste in music.
They were nearly at their destination.

Fairy Tail

@pkken
Azerus rolls his eyes as he walks up to the bar taking a seat, slowly he acknowledges lance and looks towards him, his eyes chastising him.
"Why do you waste your breath on such questions? This was my job not one of yours."
Azerus just couldn't pass up the opportunity to taunt and berate the lightning Mage.
He slyly chuckles as he turns away and orders a meal and drink.

Fairy Tail

@RaeoftheLight
Yay! Quest finished! *high five*
You are now free...

And I'm open for a new job should anyone be starting one.

Fairy Tail

Azerus only smiled as he rubbed his cheek.
"After all this," he motions to the guild around him. "after tasting freedom and power could you ever imagine what it would be like to go back to the small field of mundane life?"

It was rhetoric and the pause was small.

"No, it wouldn't be fair..."

If she didn't understand what he was on about she soon would if she ventured into the hay filled basement where the horse was poorly hidden.

Moeasha had just purchased the guild a horse.

Fairy Tail

When Moeasha arrived at the guild Azerus was already somehow there.
However he was not alone. Two guards cautiously were putting his hands in shackles.
Being passed around was the warrant for his arrest should he fail to pay the charges laid against him.

The charges were a dime less than Moeasha's reward money...

Fairy Tail

"I kinda took his horse..."
Azerus admits as he jumps down from the splendid beast and removes his belongs before petting it seemingly for the last time.

"I think that's the guy anyway." Despite his felony Azerus was completely calm and nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

The farmer was puffing and panting by the time he reached them.
Leaning on his fork after stabbing it the ground he yaps at them between whistling breaths.

"Why ya little scum! Aye I oghta...
Tell me why I shouldn't tell the 'thorities?"

Azerus only shrugged.

Fairy Tail

@RaeoftheLight(skipping ahead)

Azerus didn't quite know how to take her actions or reply. She was, she was well different.
While his ego usually lapped up such compliments he never showed a hint of gratitude for such things so obvious, yet on this quest he felt it was her who showed a more resilient versatile display of magic.

"I know that." he mumbles in an answer-all reply with a hint of guilt as he moves closer to the food.
"the rations will hold" he simply states before digging in.

The journey back was slower and more comfortable, they stopped by a stream to stretch and rest while consuming the rations. Once again night was falling as they neared their home town.

In the distance a very angry farmer began waving around a pitchfork as he came racing and cursing at the two.

Conspiracy-Closed

Kain's story

Kain lays still in his bed dreaming of crazy things as nurses check his vitals and lower his medication. They were going to have to let him wake up to asses the damage.

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As the drugs were reduced Kain slowly came to. His mind more shattered than his aching body, filled with thoughts of anger sorrow and despair.
When vision returned to his blurry eyes he found a sweet young blonde nurse looking over him with a hopeful, leading to grateful smile.

Kain was in no position to endure medical staff fuss, but she treated him like a friend not a patient and he soon found her bubbly innocent positivity contagious.

It was only after she had been talking to him for hours, occasionally recording readings from the machines or offering him a dosage of morphine (which he always refused) that Kain realised how horrid he must look.

He had little means of movement or communication but soon his concerns were forgotten as she distracted him with stories and updates of all the others.
Even with his limited movement and expression she could see the frustration her news was bringing, feeling guilty she went against better judgement to give him a treat.

It was only after most people left to join the pool party did the girl break the rules...
She snuck in a soda can. After consuming the drink she gently opened a gap between his bandages and nervously pressed the aluminium to his skin.

It offered an unexplainable relief, greater then water was to thirst or hunger to food. He chewed and swirled it around savouring the taste and texture. It melted into a liquid metal and was absorbed into his skin. It tasted like life itself.

With it he found strength, using it to move his body in ways his muscles failed him. After a few more cans and other various metal nick nacks, Kain could somewhat function, if only with slow focus.

Having consumed so much soda and fighting off sleep for so long the lovely blonde named Sarah's trusting nature was easily persuaded by Kain's devilish tongue and she was ready to break even bigger rules. Kain's little pallor tricks had entertained and excited her interests. She was eager to see what else he could do.

The party a perfect distraction, Sarah awkwardly wheeled out a heavy utensil trolley. Slipping out the house she quickly wheeled Kain to the garage. In no time they were inside and Sarah was looking around in awe.
Kain was wearing a jacket over his patient robes and bandages. A poor disguise. He absorbed some more tools in which he used to build himself limb braces. Awkwardly and slowly he manipulated the metal surrounding him until he was seated in the passenger seat of his prized car.

As great as it felt, all was not right. He had never been in the passenger seat before. Maybe it was the drugs in his system or something about his near death experience, perhaps a bit of both plus something more.

Sarah's long lean legs slip into the drivers seat as she ducks under the roof and takes hear seat behind the wheel. A bright eager smile on her pretty little face. Kain was envious and drawn to the playful gaze in her eyes.

"Keys?" She asked taunting and teasingly. Kain manages to smirk back as the car flairs to life. She giggles softly. Looking at Kain's bandaged face Sarah pulls out a pair of aviators and carefully leans over him and places them on his face.
Unamused Kain secretly appreciated the tiny anonymity they provided.

She smiled and then the engined roared as they took off. The wheels screeching as rubber burned drowning out Sarah's own excited screams as the car accelerated far faster then expected.
Despite her position behind the wheel Kain was truly and secretly in control.

This was not just a joy ride, they were not going out to a party or for drinks. Under the cover of night Kain and his new friend went to explore and investigate the scene of carnage.

Fairy Tail

@RaeoftheLight
At first Azerus resisted the call of day and Moeasha, while the smell made him unflatteringly drool upon himself, it wasn't enough to raise him from slumber. Then a certain amount of logic and realisation slipped into his subconscious.
Suddenly startled and surprised Azerus shot up from his makeshift bed.

Poised and ready for a fight his wide eyes darted around, finally coming to fall on Moeasha. A wave of relief took him as the past night came flooding back to him. Crossing his legs he took a seat before her.

"Coulda been more gentle." he mumbles, trying to find place to lay the blame of his unduly reaction as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"What have you got there? Did you find the rations I packed?"

Fairy Tail

@RaeoftheLight

The bottle was from the small island. Azerus reached over Moeasha and uncorked its lid. Warm air drifted out from the bottle, and it would do so all night.
Inside the finely carved and decorated bottle was an 'ever burning lacrima'. A stone that was always red hot.

When he was younger Azerus was subjected to a room in which they were hidden under a grating and constantly doused in water. It made the room extremely hot and humid, good to loosen up tight muscles.
It is how the islanders were creating the mist that surrounded their island.

While one bottle/stone couldn't create a sauna on its own, it could boil water or create a soft source of warmth. Meanwhile, the bottles exterior never showed signs of or passed on the heat.

Falling back onto his blanket Azerus stared once again at the speckles of light in the nights sky.
He entwined his fingers behind his head and let out an exhausting yawn as he relaxed.
Handling such a rare artefact had Azerus reminiscing of all the luxuries he once despised and took for granted. Those thoughts raised a swell of mixed emotions that carried him well into his sleep and continued on deep in his dreams.

Normally a light sleeper, he was so exhausted not even the morning sun would raise him from his slumber. He tossed and turned throughout the night but never rose from his much needed sleep.