Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'll have a post up shortly with Lyn.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Tzarima

Thanks and Zanna is up, which now I'm toss this out there:

Sound to who's still around and active! Attention!

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*sighs at Tearstone*

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Rtron

I see no blaring eyesores and I give my approval.

@Themerlinhawk
The earlier issues have been solved and the additions flow smoothly, so I approve this CS as well.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 1, 17:50 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~

His body was numb when he woke, his body flared in resistance at his attempt to stir it and his voice seemed lost to the cracked dryness. Already many of the other Jedi, knights to padawans, were either awake or stirring from the drugged induced slumber. A headache was already budding in his skull back. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the hard pounding by the Sith he took or the drug laced through his immune system, a dull and hopefully harmless side effect compared to other possibilities that could’ve happened.

Gingerly his body started to sit up, his fingers reached behind his head and touched the small lump on the back side. It hurt causing him to hiss in pain. He recoiled his fingers immediately, the hurt ceased, when his eyes started to focus once more. He looked about to see numerous some familiar faces and some strangers all around him. Slowly he started to pull his feet underneath him, rising upward to stand in a wobbly fashion. Twice he nearly fell as he jerked his hand out, trying not to winch at the pain in his side. It hurt so bad. He knew something was cracked, possibly broken, when he inhaled deeply then releasing it.

Feeling his legs grow steady, he spotted the first familiar face nearby: Shiri.

It seemed they were trapped within some sort of prison with little way out. At seeing the Twi’lek edging near the door and stare at it, he came to a stop right next to her. He leaned into her ear and gently whispered, forgetting to warn her about his presence. “I might be able to figure out how to open them, but I don’t think it’s wise to do it when there’s cameras watching.”

When she turned to look at him, he gestured with his head at the hidden and protected camera all around their cells.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

It felt wonderful in Lyn’s mind to have her father’s arms wrapped about her. His warmth, touch, scent and sound brought her the greatest comfort as she tried to crush him back. Though hug seemed odd since he only had one hand, his other tapered off into a stump, making her curious about what happened. She resisted the temptation to hold it close to her face and examine it, her curiosity still nagging at her even when the hug ended.

Lyn gave a sheepish grin as she pulled from her father’s embrace, her eyes brightened at the gentle nickname. She was happy to see her parents both alright, though not in one piece. However, something nagged at her. She noted something wasn’t right with her mother, there no sight of her usual strength and slowly a dark and weary feeling spread from her core. A foreboding of sorts. She didn’t like it in the least, though her thoughts were interrupted when she felt herself picked suddenly by Alaira. Reflexively her hands rested on the half elf’s shoulder followed by the comforting pat on her head and soothing words. Though how true those words were, Lyn had doubts. Something had hurt her mother but the way to fix it was something strange to her and likely beyond her knowledge, at least the child thought.

Being placed on her mother’s bed, Lyn’s hand touched Mar’s to give a comforting touch. What happened next was something that only shocked the child causing her face to pale with worry and concern. Mother’s hand shifted away from under hers and merely folded onto the other. Naturally she looked to the only two people that might realize how important that small, mild gesture was. Tyrael and her dad, the later flinching in pain from Alaira’s hand gripping his stump.

He couldn’t help her and she didn’t know how to fix it. Not when her mom was drawing inward into a depression and pain, preventing her from healing it.

It didn’t matter. The moment her Uncle arrived, his figure leapt onto the balcony and strolled toward them, Alaira became tensed. She twitched at Uncle Tyrael as she stood, pushing to block his way. When her hand pushed him back, Lyn gave a confused and panicked squeal. In the background, she noted Sam and Lidda, the latter trying to keep patch up literally half a student before he bled out and became a corpse, tense up. Their eyes watched the scene occurring between the pair and seemed ready to leap in should a blood bath happen.

Normally it was her mother that would’ve stopped the fighting but instead it was her father.

He was sharp which made Lyn jump, never having heard him like that before. Her fingers tightened upon the flower she had been holding this whole time and squeezed it, drawing precious comfort from it. She hated seeing her family bickering as she tried to keep small, salty tears out of her eyes. The plant painfully slowly started to brush her hand gently as if sensing her fretting and wanted to mend it. Even when her father tried to mend things, it seemed to be worse. Her eyes were blurry with tears while her heart felt close to breaking, her mind confused and unsure what to do. Part of her wanted to dart from the infirmary to find a hiding place their hatred couldn’t reach.

For two people who cared so much for her, it seemed her own feelings didn’t matter much. She was only a child after all. Her face softened when her father, still chiding the two adults, smiled at her and the flower. She nodded to answer her dad’s suspicions, quickly hopping off the bed without wasting much time then moved carefully to the pair. It was a mistake to. Lyn recoiled at the anger wafting over the scene as if physically burned her. Her head turned to watch her Uncle leave and turned to Alaira, finally back to her mother know she couldn’t do anything.

Lidda

At Tyrael’s mention, Lidda had just finished up her work and was hovering closer. Her back had delicate little wings, dragonfly from the look of them, that buzzed loudly. She wafted close before landing right in wake of his exit route, putting her hands on her hips. So much for her next request she thought, bitterly. Knowing he was going be distracted for a while, she noted Lyn’s miserable state and her heart melted. Immediately she shank down to Lyn’s level, taking several minutes, during her attempt to sooth the girl. “I know something you’ll like, a sweet toffee.”

Without wasting much time, she pulled one out and handed to her. “Eat that, it will make you feel better.”

Alaira sat down, relaxing after she put words in Althalus’ mouth, and petted Lyn’s head. The little girl turned to the half elf with teary eyes while she clenched the flower and candy. It was clear the girl wasn’t sure what to do since the fight as she hadn’t even touched the candy.

Lidda sighed, her yellow cat eyes lingered on the child for a moment, then continued. “When you two are done putting words in each other’s mouths, I can start to work on Althalus. At least unless you want Lyn checked first. If Lucilia has been using experimental elixirs, there could be side effects with that and longer term consequences since she’s a hybrid. Far as we know, she could’ve blocked her mageblood completely.”

The teacher didn’t bother to chide Alaira on how cruel both them were being to Lyn, mainly since it wouldn’t do anything. Instead she let the child’s appearance speak for itself and mindful of where Alaira sat, she moved over to Althalus and gently gesture for his hand. When he lifted it up she looked it over more carefully than Alaira had handled it. “I might suggest, Alaira, and this is more a request, not to manhandle any future mangled limbs. You ended up accidentally tearing the flesh around the edges. Makes it a bit more work for me but at least you didn’t hurt a tendon end, else his fingers might’ve been affected. Vitamancy is amazing but even it has its limitations I’m afraid.”

She let go for a moment, hovering to gain a herb from the shelf. “I can regrow Althalus’ hand. It’s much easier than the last guy’s hips and legs after all which took a few days. It will take a few hours rather than a full day, and painful. I rather not have Lyn sticking around for the process because I don’t think she would let Althalus hold her again, let alone touch her, out of fear. Not a child friendly sight really.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uh... okay. Sorry... I just picked a random post and ran it through the translator is all... I didn't pick mine because it didn't have a solid block of dialogue.

@Freeshooter92

Think of it like this: What if someone altered one of your posts to make it seem like Alaira was a retard? I know if you used one of mine, I would've been upset. It would've made me think you thought Mar was a stupid blond or thought less of me as a writer just to get a laugh, like I was a butt of a joke to you.

I wouldn't have minded if you said: Hey guys, I found something neat and showed it with one of your own posts. You have past posts that have lots of dialogue or even just asked if you can use another's publicly on the thread. That would've made it seem less harsh and ill will intended, it's why I stated my feelings rather than assumed you were purposely being a mean person.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Because I'm terrible

Yo Ssarak nodded, relieved dat Meirin wuz starting ta abandon da idea o' violence. dey wuz novices in magic, an' though bof o' dem had considerable martial training, da sheer power o' magic could easily overshadow even da most skilled weapon master. But, even as novices, in bof skill an' authority in da college, dey wuz not powerless. da right werdz ta da right niggas could bring down some form o' attention onto Lucilia. "Hmm, you may gots uh point. ah do not think she could do anythin` ta stop us from implicating her if we's confronted her first, but it may be safer ta speak ta another on da matter beforehand. you be correct dat Satori could prove, beyond uh shadow o' uh doubt, dat we's is not lying. we's might be able ta convince her ta go ta Khan wif dat proof, an' from dere, well, it would be up ta him on how ta respond. ah do not know what punishment dey will give ta her, especially during deez times. Even if dey just start ta watch Lucilia mo' closely an' be mo' critical o' her choices...it will gots ta be enough. As long as she can do nuttin' like dis here ag'in, dat iz all dat matters."

He responded, though afta uh few moments, he let out uh sigh an' looked in da direction o' Lucilia's office. "But...we's still need ta give dis here report. da knowledge we's gained on dis here mission could save lives, an' Lucilia iz da nigga ta give it ta. we's do not gots ta say anythin` 'boutLyn right now. ah know it will be...frustrating ta speak ta her at da moment, but da 411 we's gots iz fo' da benefit o' da college, not Lucilia." Ssarak added otay buh-weet.

@Freeshooter92

I don't find that in anyway amusing, Free. To me, it's making fun of a PC and that's just friggin' cruel, it's both shitty and troll behavior in my mind. I request you don't do that again as that's rather distasteful for players I expect better of.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Why and how don't matter, only that it did.

@Freeshooter92

Just making a statement was all Free, sounds like you're getting mad a bit but it could be me. Not ruffling feathers here as I'm working on a Mar and Lyn post.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

This is also why ALaira doesn't see why her actions were a problem. Sure, someone could have died, but what does that matter? They didn't. And finally, she knows deep down that if Lucilia didn't smuggle Lyn in, Meirin would have died.

@Freeshooter92

I think that situation was more cause and effect really, one move ended up trigger a series of events. Namely Lyn wasn't originally suppose to awake until after the event but I didn't want the group to lose the cart and fail the mission. >_>