FaithfulMuse

Trying to protect (faithfulmuse and Xion)

Okay listen, I understand life can get in the way, but this is the third time you just vanished without saying a damn thing, which is very demotivating, and I don't want to continue waiting for weeks until you reply. So unless you can promise that it won't happen again, or that you at least let me know, I'm quitting the rp.

Elysium

When the bus arrived, Freya quickly paid the driver for wherever the bus would go to and took a seat. She had no idea if the woman had actually still been alive, but she doubted it. The woman had been shot in the chest, which could easily be fatal and with little time to save her life. What Matt had done was a good thing, but still, Freya doubted if it would make any difference.

Freya couldn't help but feel guilty about it. All of this had never been the scientist's own choice, she hadn't chosen to help them in the first place. They had forced her, and as a result she was badly wounded, if not dead, and it was all because of them. If it hadn't been for them, she'd still have her job, be safe and have no worries, but now she might not even be alive anymore.

Sighing, Freya pushed the thoughts aside and got up to see if Matt had been able to get back in time, soon finding him. "So what will our next step be?" She asked.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya listened to what Harol said, then sighed. "All I'm hearing you say right now, are things to defend your family, but not your opinion on the matter, which is the most important thing. After all, you are the one who has to learn with this information you received." She said, before taking off her belt with daggers and putting it aside. The way Harol explained things it didn't seem all that bad, on a second thought, but she still couldn't help but disagree about it. Then again, it wasn't something she would have to deal with anyway, only listen to what Harol wanted to say and talk with him about it, as long he needed. She didn't mind at all, it could help him and she had nothing better to do anyway.

Which reminded her, she would have to make sure she would still train enough, even if she wasn't sure how. She could certainly not practice her pickpocketing on the members of the house, but maybe she could ask a guard to train with her, as long she would just make sure not to kill or hurt her trainings partner. But that shouldn't be a problem, she supposed. But she would have to make sure to wait until her arm would be okay again, which didn't sound as great to her.

Freya soon pushed the thoughts away again, considering it a worry for later. Now she would just listen and talk with Harol, if that was what he wanted or needed. If that would help him, than she would do so gladly. For some reason she couldn't explain, it seemed important to her that he felt okay.

Blessed are those who hear...(FaithfulMuse/Professor)

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Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Harol seemed to be surprised that she couldn't read at first, but she supposed that was only normal for him. After all, he grew up in what was possibly a wealthy house with proper education, the same counting for majority of the people he knew. It was likely nothing but normal to him that one knew how to read. To Freya, it wasn't that normal. She grew up with a mother who hadn't even wanted her in the first place, let alone that the woman would care for her any more than just making sure she was still living. When she became a rogue, learning how to read simply didn't seem necessary for the kind of life she chose for herself, and even if she wanted to learn how to read, it would be quite difficult, considering that finding someone who would help a criminal, and later in a murderer, would be difficult already in the first place. And that would only be finding someone to tutor her...

She listened to what Harol said, explaining it to her in such a way that she could actually understand it. Somehow she just couldn't think of it as anything other than wrong. Performing such a ritual on a child merely with the intention to make said child a more powerful mage later on was no good way to treat a child. Or at least, in her eyes but wasn't. Those children weren't even given a chance to do something else with their lives but to become mages capable of destroying things, the life was just forced onto them.

"So what you are saying is that the house of Arkdal just forces the life of a powerful mage upon their children, before said children are even old enough to understand what is being done to them? That is just wrong." Freya said, after a moment of silence. Maybe she was in no position to judge, not knowing why they did so and not knowing how things worked in the house of Arkdal, but still, she just couldn't help but think that it was wrong.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

That's okay, I don't mind

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

"I have never learned how to read. But if you want me to know, you could read it to me." Freya said, looking at the book for a moment. Whatever it was about, it seemed to keep Harol thinking, but she would only want to hear of it if Harol was good with that. It seemed to be rather personal, after all, he hadn't asked her anything personal neither so far, and she felt like she should return the favour. With that, she wasn't even sure if he wanted to talk about it in the first place. By the looks of it, it seemed more like he should better give it some thought first. Then again, maybe talking about it worked better for him.

When he mentioned her veil, she realised she still had it on. Considering the fact they were alone anyway, she took off her veil and hood, revealing her face so that he could at least see her face properly. "I only take off my hood and veil when I feel safe around the people whose company I have." She answered, looking at Harol. She wasn't exactly sure why she had to say that just after taking those two things off while he was around, but at the same time, it was true. He may be a warlock, but had also asked her help and was wanted like her, so what reason did he have to harm her, even though their deal was done?

Looking at her arm, Freya realised once again that Harol was different from other people to her, in a good way, though she wasn't sure how or why. One thing was for certain, and that was that she was willing to do a lot more for him then she would do for most people. Not only had she been loyal to him rather than abandoning him at the bridge, she had also brought herself in possible trouble by doing so. She had gotten a nasty wound because of it, but that was nothing compared to what could've happened. She could've been caught if they lost the battle, or could've gotten herself killed by one of their attackers during the battle. She had just done so, and Freya started to feel like that her reason to do so hadn't been this sanctuary he promised her, like she had thought first. Although she was clueless as to why she had done so, if that were true.

Road to Freedom. (FaithfulMuse x Breljorn)

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Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

The rest of the time the healer needed was spent in silence, which Freya certainly didn't mind. She wasn't that much of a talker anyway. After all, as a rogue, she had taught herself to hide, pickpocket and to stay out of the hands of the guards. Keeping those things in mind, Freya always found that being silent suited these things the best, and had taught herself to do so. Throughout the years, the lack of words had simply became something normal to her, no longer considering to talk unless there was a need to, or pleasant company to talk with. Lately she had had Harol's company, which she found exceptionally pleasant, yet she enjoyed it more to listen to him talking than actually talking herself. And with the healer being a complete stranger to her, Freya didn't see how or why she should try to start up a conversation with her.

During the silence Freya found her mind wandering off again, this time causing her to think of the happening that caused her wound: the ambush at the bridge. Harol and she had done quite a good job back at the bridge, if she could say so herself. Though Freya had to admit that she wasn't particularly proud of what she had done. Of course, the two of them had acted out of self defence, as the guards would've caught and probably had the two of them sentenced to death or at the very least prison if they didn't, but still... those men, the ones they had killed, had a families, a mother and father, maybe a sibling, loving them and caring for them. There were without a doubt married men between them too, and maybe some even had children. Now, those families, wives and children would never see their beloved one again. The wives were widows that would have to explain to their children why daddy wouldn't be coming home again. Those families would be grieving for the death of their son, husband and father, who had been killed for following the king's orders and attacking Freya and Harol. And Freya felt awful for what she had done. Not that she hadn't ever killed someone before, but that was something entirely different. Before, it was personal, and the guards she killed back then hadn't been innocent. No, the man had murdered her husband, claiming when Freya held a knife against his throat, that he enjoyed the act of killing her husband, but wished that the moment had lasted longer. That man had deserved to die.

Once again Freya's thoughts were interrupted, this time by Harol entering the room again, just a moment after her wound had been bandaged, though more properly this time. The healer and the younger one got up and left the room again, no more need for them to be there anymore.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya nodded, but didn't say anything when Harol left the room, although being rather surprised that he called her a friend. She didn't known him for even two days so far, yet he apparently already considered her a friend. Now, in any other situation, she would've considered such a thing foolish, to call someone one barely knew a friend. After all, people rarely bothered to wonder if they hurt another when they stabbed each other in the back, figuratively spoken. But this felt different... maybe it was because nobody had ever called Freya their friend before, or because she actually liked the warlock, but she didn't mind him calling her a friend. Actually, the fact that he trusted her enough to considered her a friend managed to flatter her, almost made her feel happy about it. Letting out a sigh, Freya again wondered what was wrong with her, though believing that the aid of the healers wouldn't quite be able to fix whatever was wrong with her.

Freya's thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone touching her arms, quickly pulling it back and reaching for a dagger, until she realised what was currently going on. The healers were there to help her. "My apologies. I haven't been used to physical contact for a long while." Freya apologised, looking at them. The woman nodded as to show she understood, before continuing to undo the bandage from the rogue's arms, revealing the long, deep wound she had gained last day, during the happening on the bridge.

"That's quite a nasty looking wound you got." The healer said, at which Freya simply shrugged. "Things like that just happen when you're a rogue. Besides, it's not like I haven't been through worse." She answered, looking at the healer.