Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn loved making people chuckle though she wasn’t sure what she had said to make Ssarak chuckle. She was massively relieved to know the people she loved weren’t bad people as she shifted the basket, putting it down for a moment to let her arms to rest. Her head tilted when she noted a worrisome flicker in his body language and narrowed her eyes, studying him closer and resembling her own mother for the brief moment. Though she lacked the sober expression, even the hardness in the features that screamed distance, blinking once then listen to his next words.

’Dad’s pretty strong, isn’t he?’ Lyn said thoughtfully in her mind. She paused to absorb his words and then nodded, voicing in her mind to accept his offer. ’I would like that. Thank you Mr. Mom’s not a violent or monster like I’ve heard many of the others students whisper about her when they don’t think I understand. She’s just having a hard time. More so since she can’t…’

For a moment Lyn struggled with the right terms, confusing and feeling the wiggling worms start in her middle again. She has trouble showing her feelings at all. Something about being a Naga and it’s bad to. I don’t think she knows how or something. It’s hurting her. I know it is, but I don’t how to fix it and inside, I’m scared. She won’t ask for help because of her pride even when she needs it the most...

Lyn was starting to feel depressed at how dark the conversation turned. She wanted to be held and told everything would be alright, though she knew asking it would’ve made her sound rather spoiled. Her feet shifted over the floor while wondering if there anything she could do.

Mar

Mar’s head moved a small bit to spot who was the source of movement outside the corner of her eye. She didn’t react beyond a small inhale and turned back to face the wall, never a word escaping her lips. It wasn’t hard to see she had been crying more in Althalus’ absence and her eyes had taken on a reddish hue, stinging slightly. He commented but barely any drew a action from her save his first, her coil tightening and pulled shamefully under her. It hurt to know she couldn’t stop herself as her arm was gently taken then sliced open, the sting the only thing peeling away the dead numbness within her. She felt the blood pool at the cut’s entrance but it never poured out. Instead vivid pink leaked out and stained her flesh.

She had moved upright so Uicle could work, though she doubted the effort was well spent on her. It wasn’t worth it. All she had done was lash out and caused Althalus enough pain, unable to calm the chaotic storm when it reached its peak within her. Sealing them away had been much easier in Mesa Gaan. Not enough unexpected events to poison her and crack her bottle inside. Days blended well together that was nearly impossible to tell one from another, the change so little that very few elements could provoke a reaction like the one she was sinking into. At the last of his word she sighed and spoke.

“Reassuring since there is no longer a Naga city for me to return to, the college is the only place I have left.” It was painful to admit it, it was easily heard in her tone. “Living in Yarsomere is a death sentence for my family now.”

Lidda

Lidda had been about to answer when Althalus jumped in, mentioning the detail of Mesa Gaan being wiped out by the Yarsomerians. Her eyebrow raised in surprise. She turned to Tyrael and seemed rather thoughtful about the matter, before adding what Althalus forgot. “Like Althalus said, she’s resting. Uicle is filtering out the poison as we’re speaking. Though only you, Uicle and me, thought soon to be Sam as well, will know about this little incident currently. Sadly, as much as I hate it, it might be best to keep this incident from Khan. He might view it best to keep her under Den arrest and I get the feeling it won’t help her in the least. However, Khan has a whole school to think about before a single Naga and her family which puts him in a difficult position. It seems something is going on with her, that much is clear but it’s nothing physical that I’ve found. Which means it’s either mental or emotional. None that I can help with.”

She gestured they walk while they talked, trying to get Althalus back to the infirmary and taken care so she could retire for the day. Regrowing his hand was going to be a full time job, one she wanted over as soon as possible. Too bad her Earl Grey tea leaves had ran out earlier that day and she was too stubborn to talk to Lucilia about restocking her supply. “Right now, we’re lucky. Khan is up talking to Ovak. He’s been acting a bit… odd lately. So it seems to be spreading and Ovak is the most understanding of any of us. So if Khan learns of this and tries to banish Mar, we can try to go over Khan’s head and talk to Ovak. Though keep in mind he’s ill, so we’ll have to approach this gently. I really hate doing to this Khan but I rather have a spare move to play should we need it.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Speaking of that, do you have time to make a responds from Lidda? Tyrael asked her about Mar, he may or may not go pay her a visit depending if she's able or not.

@Lucius Cypher

Can do if someone else makes a post. I rather not double up if I can help it as well as Uicle's paying her a visit to drain the poison out.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Also, Free, not cutting you out from replying but wanted to answer Ssarak before Alaira took Lyn away. Set up a way to get more people to help Mar and teach her to change. Call it character development set up if you will. :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn watched Mei and Ssarak enter the room, still holding the basket, she stood where she was. She was aware how dangerous and delicate the scene seemed, feeling if she moved then they would all be crushed by the anger seeping into the room. At least, she thought it was anger. She didn’t get long to examine the emotions stirring in the air when Ssarak answered her question. Naturally the child frowned, her eyebrow raised in disbelief that her Aunt would use such type of words to be hurtful or mean. Her Aunt was a great person after and no one could convince her otherwise.

’I don’t understand. Dad and my aunt are good people so why would they use words to hurt others? Why would they want to? They aren’t bad people... are they?’

She looked at Ssarak with curiosity for a moment before moving onto the next topic Ssarak had asked. ’I’m just happy everyone’s alive. And yes, I did see my parents though Dad’s hand was nothing but a stump. He got seriously hurt and I couldn’t protect him or make it better. I’ve not tested out my herbamancy since I got back which I’m a little scared it might never work again. Part of me wishes I could use it to help mom. Something’s wrong with, I can feel it but I don’t know how to fix it. It’s like she very, very sad and my gestures, actions and usual stuff isn’t enough. I can’t really say anything because I can’t put my thoughts into words. It’s why I like you, Satori and the other psychomancers. I can say fully what I feel without worrying about something getting misunderstood. As good as those who love are at understanding my gestures, they don’t say everything. Does that make sense?’

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Post is up, and kids say the darnest things don't they? :p And yes, Free she's likely heard Alaira use it a few times but hasn't been really interested in learning about it until recently and any attempts she made to the other psychomancer students were side stepped smartly.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn’s hands took a moment to accept the mug’s heat, her skin feeling rather uncomfortable and her nose enjoying the rich scent wafting into her memory. She held her face close to the bubbling liquid as she listened to the two converse, her mouth blowing on the steam to cool it. It was still too hot to drink yet which made her look at Alaira, patiently and partly exactingly. The girl had taken seat right on her Aunt’s lap, the most comfortable perch in her mind, then turned back to gingerly test the liquid’s temperature. Her face crunched feeling the liquid scorch her tongue slightly though in her mind it was certainly exaggerated.

She placed it upon the desk to cool some while she folded against Alaira. Lyn had just began to relax when her ear caught the harsh knock of the door, followed by a familiar voice belonging to Ssarak stating both he and Meirin were at the door. Her head had snapped up in surprise and looked at the door. Not sure if she should answer it and looked at Lucilia, feeling her Aunt remove her before pushing the other chair against the door. Lyn was confused immediately by the action and words. 'Fuck off?' Lyn repeated in her head. The cuss words sounded like something her dad used and her mind reflected on some of the swear words said the day she left. Her curious nature gnawed at what they meant and why someone used them, her heart flinch at the sound of most of them.

Lyn’s attention was taken when she heard her Aunt’s tone become sour. Her eyes looked hard and tilted, unsure how to make this better. Attention shifted to her mug, her feet stepping toward when Alaira concluded her story and scooped it up to pass it to her Aunt. She gestured for her to drink while she was patted on the head. Then, she turned about to reach for the other still left untouched.

Things sounded like they were getting heated when sounds, muffled and firm, were coming from the other of the door. A bad, icky feeling stirred that seemed to warn her something really bad was about to happen.

She noted Alaira wasn’t happy and tension filled the room, just like when her two most favorite people clashed. For a dreadful moment, Lyn was starting to wonder if she was the one responsible for this. Both times, she had been present and it couldn’t be a chance happening. Lucilia’s command seemed to have decided enough was enough, her voice turning to the man guarding the door as Lyn turned to watch the chair wobble out of the door. Her eyes blinked in surprise when she could see the three at the door then twisted to the teacher, still sitting motionlessly.

After watching Lucilia speak, firmly, to each group, the vampire pulled up from her chair and stood long enough to put three mugs and a large bag into a woven basket. Lyn held out her arms to receive the gifts and smirked at being patted on the head. Shifting the basket to one side, she gestured to Lucilia that she was sorry by passing her hand from her mouth to the teacher. It was a common a gesture that she asked Satori, or one of her students, to explain the meaning of to those she interacted with most. Including the teachers who spread the meaning further, adding gifts for praise in using it. Lyn then turned to Mei to wave her hand while to Ssarak she mentally spoke to.

’Hello...’

Her eyes shifted a bit and recalled her earlier curiosity. ’What does ‘fuck off’ mean? Both dad and Alaira have used it a few times, but I never knew what it meant. Do you?’

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

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Did he book a stay in the dungeon too?

@Rtron

In his youth, very often. Masha was the perfect host, very attentive to her victim I mean guest and made sure he was never left wanting.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alright, Lyn will now give Lucilia a hug in my next post, else someone end up mentioning should they post before me. XD

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Fallenreaper

Im sure you're welcome to join. Alat tolerates Xid ;)

@Themerlinhawk

First Koren. :P

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

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Mary will be perfectly fine for Olivia to be around...a year from now. If she's still herself.

@Rtron

Darius' knows Masha, far too well.