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STATUS: Decided to watch Blue Exorcist. Either its really sad or I'm a cry baby, because I'm sobbing every other episode. 10 yrs ago
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Decided to watch Blue Exorcist. Either its really sad or I'm a cry baby, because I'm sobbing every other episode.
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Damn it, Zaga! COME BACK!
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"You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you..."
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I am so fucking annoyed. Recommended: do not bother me until further notice.
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Hey peoples, I am Syndle. I am friendly most of the time, but will defend my friends with a fiery vengeance if someone messes with them.
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The chatter outside was keeping Anya from being able to finish her prayers. She had come to realize she had done something awful after a while as her blade had blood on it. Humans couldn't enter the temple, so she could simply wait until the crowd dispersed. Though, The Guardian would probably be unhappy if she didn't take responsibility for her crime. With a sigh, she stood and walked to the door. From the sound of it, they wanted her head on a damn spike. Humans. Always resorting to violence. Anya placed her hand on the wood, closed her eyes, and pressed her head against it. The old wood was warm from the day and it felt wonderful against her skin. There was no more delaying the inevitable. With no small amount of hesitation, she pushed open the door.
As she walked out of the temple, the people started to roar once again. Ignoring them, Anya looked at the few men keeping the mid from her and located who appeared to be in charge. He was a little ground, in her opinion, to be on the front lines of a war. Then again, most humans looked young to her.
"S'cuse me, ser." She said and held up her arms, "You may arresd me."
As she walked out of the temple, the people started to roar once again. Ignoring them, Anya looked at the few men keeping the mid from her and located who appeared to be in charge. He was a little ground, in her opinion, to be on the front lines of a war. Then again, most humans looked young to her.
"S'cuse me, ser." She said and held up her arms, "You may arresd me."
Marmalade eyed Armond as he walked away.
'Keep your cool. He isn't worth your wrath.' She though as her tail twitched. What she wouldn't give to wring his neck. With a sigh, she figured it would probably be a good idea for her to calm down. She looked at the small wooden cabin and could see the building was falling apart. Since Mr. So-and-so probably wasn't going to help and Veragwen and Jerus were already gone, it was going to be up to her to fix it.
She didn't get the chance as Caelyn called her over, but then fainted. Luckily, Marmalade had been close enough to catch her before she hit the ground. Thats when she smelled the rain and realized a storm was moving in. Looking up, one could the heavy rain clouds on the horizon. It would be over them within hours.
Putting aside personal animosity, she called out to Nayash and Armond.
"You guys should move inside, there is a storm coming." Gently, Marmalade picked Caelyn up and carried her into the cabin. The place was caked in dust, but there was a table clear of debris or other items and she placed Caelyn on it. Her first instinct was to use the Dragoon Spirits to start healing her. However, with Armond here, she decided it was best to wait. Instead she rummaged around her and Veragwen's packs for a blanket of some kind. Finding none, Marmalade had no choice but to look around the cabin. Eventually, she found some towels that seemed to be in decent condition. After taking one, she shook it out to release the dust and got more than she expected. A squeal escaped her as several small spiders dropped to the floor. Marmalade hated spiders and wasted no time in squishing them under her shoes. She shuddered, thankful she had remembered to shake the towel. With one last snap, she felt it was rid of spiders and other insects and played the cloth over Caelyn. It was a bit musty, but that was the least of her concerns right now. It was time to figure out how to repair the building enough that they didn't get soaked.
There were plenty of nails and wood around that she could use. There was a ladder, and she even found a hammer. Today was apparently her lucky day. Now if only this noble and his entourage would leave. Marmalade rolled her eyes and climbed the ladder.
'Keep your cool. He isn't worth your wrath.' She though as her tail twitched. What she wouldn't give to wring his neck. With a sigh, she figured it would probably be a good idea for her to calm down. She looked at the small wooden cabin and could see the building was falling apart. Since Mr. So-and-so probably wasn't going to help and Veragwen and Jerus were already gone, it was going to be up to her to fix it.
She didn't get the chance as Caelyn called her over, but then fainted. Luckily, Marmalade had been close enough to catch her before she hit the ground. Thats when she smelled the rain and realized a storm was moving in. Looking up, one could the heavy rain clouds on the horizon. It would be over them within hours.
Putting aside personal animosity, she called out to Nayash and Armond.
"You guys should move inside, there is a storm coming." Gently, Marmalade picked Caelyn up and carried her into the cabin. The place was caked in dust, but there was a table clear of debris or other items and she placed Caelyn on it. Her first instinct was to use the Dragoon Spirits to start healing her. However, with Armond here, she decided it was best to wait. Instead she rummaged around her and Veragwen's packs for a blanket of some kind. Finding none, Marmalade had no choice but to look around the cabin. Eventually, she found some towels that seemed to be in decent condition. After taking one, she shook it out to release the dust and got more than she expected. A squeal escaped her as several small spiders dropped to the floor. Marmalade hated spiders and wasted no time in squishing them under her shoes. She shuddered, thankful she had remembered to shake the towel. With one last snap, she felt it was rid of spiders and other insects and played the cloth over Caelyn. It was a bit musty, but that was the least of her concerns right now. It was time to figure out how to repair the building enough that they didn't get soaked.
There were plenty of nails and wood around that she could use. There was a ladder, and she even found a hammer. Today was apparently her lucky day. Now if only this noble and his entourage would leave. Marmalade rolled her eyes and climbed the ladder.
When Marmalade felt a hand grip her arm, she was fully prepared to just shrug it off and keep walking. That is, until she got a look at who was touching her. It had crossed her mind to let this fool have his cake, but he made the mistake eating it. "Fish girl" she could handle, she heard it all the time, but telling her to mind her place? Something snapped. Marmalade felt the darkness creeping up on her like before. This time she forced it away. No matter how much she hated this racist bastard, she wasn't a murderer. Yet.
As soon ad his guards had gone, Marmalade connected her fist to his head, effectively knocking him over. Once he was down, she pinned him to the ground and leaned to whisper in his ear,
"If you ever touch me or speak to me in the way you did just now, I will cut you open and wear your guts as a scarf."
She moved away, her piercing emerald gaze burning into his eyes.
Not a moment later, she saw the guards returning and stood, keeping a tight hold of this nobleman.
"Oh. You seem to have tripped. Please, let me help you up." Marmalade said loudly and not without a note of sarcasm. After hoisting him to his feet, she spoke more quietly, "And mind how you talk to my friends. Do we have an accord?"
As soon ad his guards had gone, Marmalade connected her fist to his head, effectively knocking him over. Once he was down, she pinned him to the ground and leaned to whisper in his ear,
"If you ever touch me or speak to me in the way you did just now, I will cut you open and wear your guts as a scarf."
She moved away, her piercing emerald gaze burning into his eyes.
Not a moment later, she saw the guards returning and stood, keeping a tight hold of this nobleman.
"Oh. You seem to have tripped. Please, let me help you up." Marmalade said loudly and not without a note of sarcasm. After hoisting him to his feet, she spoke more quietly, "And mind how you talk to my friends. Do we have an accord?"
"Ahh, thank you. Come Nayash, lets sit a moment and rest." Marmalade said as she took the bag from Veragwen.
Marmalade nearly jumped out of her skin when some random nobleman came out of the treeline. She immediately readied her scythe and was about to swing when she saw that he wasn't a threat. With a huff, she lowered her weapon. Nobles. They always thought they could sneak up on people. Oh! How she wanted to cut his head free of that pretty little neck. They never did an honest days work and usually ended the day with their pockets lined with the peoples tax money. No wonder a giant monster destroyed Seles.
"Thats right, the people are dead because the crown decided to hide behind its walls rather than send aid. Instead they sent out fliers to lure unsuspecting victims to a fight that was near impossible to win. Not only that, but Serido has its first ghost town. Good job." Marmalade stomped after Caelyn, her usual calm exterior nowhere to be found. Those damn nobles were indirectly responsible for her mothers murder, and she would never forgive them.
Marmalade nearly jumped out of her skin when some random nobleman came out of the treeline. She immediately readied her scythe and was about to swing when she saw that he wasn't a threat. With a huff, she lowered her weapon. Nobles. They always thought they could sneak up on people. Oh! How she wanted to cut his head free of that pretty little neck. They never did an honest days work and usually ended the day with their pockets lined with the peoples tax money. No wonder a giant monster destroyed Seles.
"Thats right, the people are dead because the crown decided to hide behind its walls rather than send aid. Instead they sent out fliers to lure unsuspecting victims to a fight that was near impossible to win. Not only that, but Serido has its first ghost town. Good job." Marmalade stomped after Caelyn, her usual calm exterior nowhere to be found. Those damn nobles were indirectly responsible for her mothers murder, and she would never forgive them.
After what seemed like an eternity, Anya finally found herself in Rugner. A home to one of the many Guardian temples that dot the human lands. It was one of her goals in life to visit them all and honor The Guardian. The village was so small, she could see the temple from where she stood.
As she moved toward the building, Anya could feel an immense tension filling the air. A dense cloud that hung silently over the village. Something was amiss. While the suffocating unease bothered her, she was here for one reason. The temple. It wasn't long before she reached the entrance and a tingle of excitement crawled up her spine. She took a deep breath and walked in. Her joy was short lived as she saw a few human children gathered around the Guardian's likeness. It took a moment for her to realize just what they were doing.
"Hey! Y'all kids stop thad righ' now!" Anya shouted at them. They were using paint of some sort to draw crude images on the murals around the building. Luckily, she had stopped them before they desecrated the Guardian.
At the sound of her voice, they dropped what they were doing and turned around. For a moment, they were silent, and then they started to laugh.
"Who is going to make us?"
"You talk funny!"
Another of their little group thought it would have been funny to throw a pail of paint at her face. With ease she knocked the bucket away but not before a decent amount splattered on her legs and boots. Anya didn't bother to mask the anger on her face. Without missing a step, she walked over to the boy who tossed the can and slapped him across the face. Then she drew the blade she carried on her hip, a thin, sharpened piece of bone.
"These were ma favorid riders!" Anya saw nothing but red as she drew the knife down his cheek, light enough to not cause a serious wound, but to make it hurt for a few days.
She forced him out the door and shut away the rest of the world. The other children had fled long before. Anya spun on her now blue spotted boots and walked back to the alter, knelt, and prayed to the Guardian.
As she moved toward the building, Anya could feel an immense tension filling the air. A dense cloud that hung silently over the village. Something was amiss. While the suffocating unease bothered her, she was here for one reason. The temple. It wasn't long before she reached the entrance and a tingle of excitement crawled up her spine. She took a deep breath and walked in. Her joy was short lived as she saw a few human children gathered around the Guardian's likeness. It took a moment for her to realize just what they were doing.
"Hey! Y'all kids stop thad righ' now!" Anya shouted at them. They were using paint of some sort to draw crude images on the murals around the building. Luckily, she had stopped them before they desecrated the Guardian.
At the sound of her voice, they dropped what they were doing and turned around. For a moment, they were silent, and then they started to laugh.
"Who is going to make us?"
"You talk funny!"
Another of their little group thought it would have been funny to throw a pail of paint at her face. With ease she knocked the bucket away but not before a decent amount splattered on her legs and boots. Anya didn't bother to mask the anger on her face. Without missing a step, she walked over to the boy who tossed the can and slapped him across the face. Then she drew the blade she carried on her hip, a thin, sharpened piece of bone.
"These were ma favorid riders!" Anya saw nothing but red as she drew the knife down his cheek, light enough to not cause a serious wound, but to make it hurt for a few days.
She forced him out the door and shut away the rest of the world. The other children had fled long before. Anya spun on her now blue spotted boots and walked back to the alter, knelt, and prayed to the Guardian.
Good posts everyone. Keeping it steady.
Since we are getting further along, I wanted to try something. If the IC goes a few days without a post, it would be awesome if you would post who you are waiting on. I know Vera is waiting on Jerus, I am ready to post again, but I thought it would be night to have Jerus and Caelyn's reactions. But since Zaga is on a hiatus and we dont know when he will be back.. we will have to work something out.
I am hoping this will kick up the pace a bit so no one gets bored... Ezzy.
Since we are getting further along, I wanted to try something. If the IC goes a few days without a post, it would be awesome if you would post who you are waiting on. I know Vera is waiting on Jerus, I am ready to post again, but I thought it would be night to have Jerus and Caelyn's reactions. But since Zaga is on a hiatus and we dont know when he will be back.. we will have to work something out.
I am hoping this will kick up the pace a bit so no one gets bored... Ezzy.
Marmalade chuckled hearing Caelyn challenging not only herself, but Veragwen to a race.
"I agree with her, you should wait until you are better healed."
Ahh! She had known someone would be feeling the walk! Then she frowned. They weren't going to just leave her behind.
"Nayash, you are too weak to defend yourself or get away if another one of the monsters pops up. If you are staying here, then we are too." She turned to Jerus, "Hunt away maestro. I am going to stay here with Caelyn and Nayash. Maybe Raena will pop up too." Marmalade gave Caelyn her pack with the spirits and shuffled over to Veragwen, whispering to her, "Are you going with him?"
"I agree with her, you should wait until you are better healed."
Ahh! She had known someone would be feeling the walk! Then she frowned. They weren't going to just leave her behind.
"Nayash, you are too weak to defend yourself or get away if another one of the monsters pops up. If you are staying here, then we are too." She turned to Jerus, "Hunt away maestro. I am going to stay here with Caelyn and Nayash. Maybe Raena will pop up too." Marmalade gave Caelyn her pack with the spirits and shuffled over to Veragwen, whispering to her, "Are you going with him?"
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