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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 15:38:29 GMT -8
Ceara was running full out, fury written all over her face as she chased a middle-aged man down the busy street. The man wore a dark cloak and the hood was drawn up, covering his face, but she had caught sight of his face while he'd been knocking that woman in the alley around a bit. This really had nothing to do with her. She'd been walking down the street and had heard a scream from an alley. Being the person she was, she'd felt obligated to go and find out what was happening. Upon entering the alley, she'd noticed the man she was now chasing knocking a young noble woman around. As she'd yelled at him to stop, he'd taken off running and now she was chasing him. Why? Because he had to pay. Maybe she'd punch him a few times and she had he liked it. Or maybe she'd just hand him into the guards to throw in the dungeons.
"Stop!" She shouted furiously. It bothered her how most people on the streets leaped out of the way and didn't do anything to try and stop this man. He'd obviously done something wrong, you'd think more people would want him caught. But no, instead most people just got out of the way and continued on their way, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
She suddenly tripped over someone's foot, someone who hadn't gotten out of the way fast enough. She tumbled to the ground, wincing slightly before pushing herself to her feet, looking around for the man. However, he seemed to have disappeared in the crowd. She cursed and then sighed, her emerald green eyes still scanning the crowd. It's not like she had to chase this man. She didn't have to do anything. But she felt obligated to._____________________________________
Words: 322
Mood: Good
Notes: Shitty first post, sorry. I has a plan, though xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 26, 2009 16:13:15 GMT -8
One thing bugged Emlyn more than anything else, and that thing was crowds. Everyone only cared about themselves as everyone else pushed and shoved for rank. It also made his height stick out, and sticking out was something he despised. Unlike other boys his age, he wished to grow shorter, only such a thing would never happen except in dreams. And then there was the matter of his blue hair, which no one could really explain. Judging by his eyebrows, his hair had originally been brown, but when he had been young, the "accident" as his mother always called it had occurred, when he was just a baby. The details were always changing, but it was something like his mother had stolen a vile from a magician and poured it over him in hopes that it would be something to make him better, but all it had done was turn his hair blue, making him easily recognizable, another thing he hated his mother for. He hated it when all the smaller and regularly colored stopped to stare at him. This was why he normally avoided crowds.
Then, right in front of him, a girl tripped and fell on the ground. He was just about to help her up when she popped up again...and he recognized her. It was...Ceara, the girl from the incident with the farrier. Self-consciously, he put a hand on his left shoulder. He hadn't taken her advice to go see a healer. He didn't want to both a person with a superficial wound like that had been. An inch deep? Nothing. In fact, the first thing he had done after that was to find another farrier and get Treasure re-shoed. That was more important anyway.
But now he froze. If she caught his eye, he would have to say something, no matter what, and if she didn't, he would regret it. He had to do something, but his mind drew a complete blank. What exactly was he supposed to say? 'Hey, you're that girl who helped me kill a person and then saw me with my shirt off, nice to see you.' No, no, and no, it was a bad idea anyway. Unconsciously, he had begun hunching over like he had before, though he tried to keep his eyes from straying to the ground.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 16:43:27 GMT -8
Ceara turned this way and that, standing on her toes to try look over the heads of the crowds to see the man. She was taller than most women, but about average height for a man, so unfortunately she had trouble looking over the heads of others the same height as her. She turned and saw a flash of blue right close to her. She glanced at it and spotted a familiar face. She smiled at Emlyn, though she was obviously distracted as she looked past him. "Oh hey, Emlyn." She said as a way of greeting. "Did you by any chance see a man in a black cloak?" She asked. She didn't want to let the man get away.
At that moment, however, as she stood on her toes to look over the heads of the people in the crowd once more, she spotted the cloak. "Never mind, there he is." She muttered and was about to take off before remembering that Emlyn was there. Part of her wanted to ask him to come with her, though she wasn't sure why. She didn't want to put him in danger if the man ended up being armed...besides, Emlyn had never seemed very comfortable around her last time. Instead she shook her head and smiled once more. "I have to go...nice seeing you again..." She said and took off running once again. She still wished she had asked him to come with her, though.____________________________________
Words: 259
Mood: Distracted
Notes: Follow her! Sorry, should have thought this through a bit more xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 26, 2009 17:25:40 GMT -8
Emlyn just blinked rapidly as Ceara started muttering about a man in a black cloak and then left through the crowd again. Was that it? She had disappeared as quickly as she had showed up, before he could even react. Was that normal? He was reminded of when he had first met...he had thought she was insane, well, maybe she was. It was entirely possible. Or maybe he was insane and he hadn't seen her at all, that was possible too. Heck, it was more than possible, what with the way he'd been acting recently.
But when turned to look, she was there, and looked very solid. She had said something about a man in a black cloak...whom Emlyn could see easily as he towered over everyone. What the hell was she doing? A million different things passed through his head. What would she possibly want with an older-looking man? Did she know what she was doing? Did she know what she was getting herself into? What if she was doing something completely dangerous? What if she got killed by this person and he never found out? Confused, and slightly irritated with himself, he ran after her.
"Hey!" he shouted, easily keeping track of her blonde head, "what're you doing?" He was surprised that he had managed to say that much in one go. He was generally a 'less is more' type of person, especially when it came to how much he spoke, but all four words seemed necessary to him at the moment.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 17:40:27 GMT -8
Ceara continued to run after the man, trying not to lose sight of him in the crowd. Why was she following him again? She'd pretty much forgotten the reason by now, she just knew that she should catch him, that he'd done something bad. She didn't notice that Emlyn was in fact following her until he called out. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of his voice, surprised to see him not too far behind her. She looked back and saw the man with the cloak disappear into an alley so she slowed down, allowing Emlyn to catch up, though she continued walking at a fast pace towards the alley.
"Uhh...Chasing after this guy?" She phrased her answer as a question, because she was pretty sure that it was obvious what she was doing. Why would someone ask about someone and then run off after them if not chasing him. "Why did you follow me?" She asked him, not sounding annoyed, merely curious as she turned into the alley, expecting him to follow. She was actually glad that Emlyn had followed her, though she wasn't going to actually admit that out loud. Up ahead the man was no where in sight, but she could see where the alley split in two different directions and she figured the man had gone that way._______________________________________
Words: 236
Mood: Rushed
Notes: None besides...I love Emlyn xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 26, 2009 18:00:41 GMT -8
Emlyn drew himself back slightly, now wishing he could disappear back into the crowd. And even if he could escape among the people, he would still stick up above everyone else. But she had a point, it was a good question. Why had he followed her? Well, he hadn't exactly followed her...more he was just curious as to why she was chasing the man, and slightly worried, but he wouldn't say that, under no circumstances. Nope, no way. Nothing would possess him to admit that he had been worried, he was not that type of person. He was definitely not the person who went around doing good deeds.
"Um..." Well, if he wasn't going to say that, what was he going to say? This was why he didn't talk to people, especially when he was so out of practice, "Cause..." Now this was getting frustrating. He couldn't think of a single excuse or alibi. All he could think was that he was glad he was wearing a shirt, "I like to run?" He tried to simply state it, but he failed and asked it as more of a question. Now, he had two options. He could be the 'cool guy' and stalk away, which was usually his course of action, or, if he had any social skills, he could crack a grin and ask why they were running after that guy. Instead, he did neither and frowned. Angrily, he avoided eye contact with her and instead went off in the direction of the man, now wishing desperately he had never come.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 18:27:13 GMT -8
Ceara chuckled at his answer as she moved deeper into the alley, though she didn't question what he'd said. She was glad he'd come, and she hoped he wouldn't suddenly walk away. She liked his company...even if that was probably the strangest thing she'd ever thought. It wasn't like Emlyn talked much, but still...she trusted him so completely already. And that was a bad thing. Ceara didn't trust people easily, not really, anyways. She'd be friendly to just about everyone unless they gave her reason not to be, but it was hard for her to trust people. So how was it that she trusted Emlyn already, when she knew almost nothing about him, when this was only the second time she'd ever seen him.
"Well, if you're going to come then I hope you have a way to protect yourself. Do you have a sword? Or a dagger at the very least?" She asked, though she didn't wait for an answer as she continued to move down the alley, more cautiously this time, expecting Emlyn to follow. As she almost reached the two adjacent alleys on both the left and the right, a head cast in shadows by the hood he wore peaked out from the right alley, spotted her and disappeared once again. "There he is!" She said and took off running, turning into the right alley without looking into the left one first. The man stood with a sword drawn, facing her. However, she didn't notice as a man lunged at her from behind, running out from the left alley, which she'd failed to look in.______________________________________
Words: 290
Mood: Good
Notes: None [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 26, 2009 20:46:03 GMT -8
Now Emlyn was irritated. It wasn't like he was spending all of his days running after her. He was his own man completely, but he was a gentleman enough to make sure that she was safe. He was completely in control of this situation. She should have been thankful that he decided to come, for two was always better than one. However, his face did not betray any emotion that he was feeling, it was set in stone like always in a hard look. Maybe he would just leave. that would make her regret making things hard for him. Hadn't she already guessed by now that the less talking they did, the better things would be?
Then she rushed off in the direction she had been heading. Why was she after this guy anyway? Or was she just abusing him? He didn't really know her, she could have been a pickpocket. He should have asked her for a background check or something...
Then the man appeared as if from the shadows, and Emlyn nearly jumped. Appearing out of nowhere was his specialty, for all he cared, no one else should have been allowed to be like that. He was about to step forward to see if he should take the guy on instead when another man, perhaps an accomplice of some sort, leaped out of the other fork and at Ceara. In a split second he swung his bow of his shoulder, barely stopping to fit an arrow before firing it with supreme aim, right into the man's chest. Emlyn's eyes were hard as they always were as he made the kill. Some days it seemed like everyone was pushing his wrong buttons, this was one of them.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 21:02:18 GMT -8
Ceara ignored the loud thump she heard behind her, though she was dying to whirl around and find out what it was. However, the man was swinging his sword at her, she had to pay attention to him. She ducked and parried the blow before lifting her foot and kicking the man in the chest, knocking him back a few steps. The man glared at her but she took this chance to look over her shoulder, surprised to see a man lying dead on the ground not far from her, an arrow embedded in his chest. It took her a moment to realize that Emlyn had just saved her life and she smiled at him slightly in gratitude before turning back to her opponent. The man had drawn a dagger now as well as his sword, though he quickly threw the dagger at Emlyn, aiming to stab him in the shin.
Ceara had no time to worry about Emlyn, however, since as soon as the dagger had left the man's hand he turned back to her, swinging his sword at her feet. She easily jumped over the blade and jabbed at his shoulder. Her sword nicked his shoulder and drew a bit of blood, but it was no where near fatal. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that attacking women in dark allies wasn't very nice?" She said mockingly, unable to help herself." Heheheh, funny, didn't your mother ever tell you to shut up?" Ceara spun around at the sound of the voice, however right at that moment a man that had come up from behind Emlyn would aim to put a dagger to his throat, considering Emlyn hadn't moved after shooting one of the men. The man that would be trying to place the dagger at his throat was the man that spoke._________________________________________
Words: 319
Mood: Gooooddd
Notes: BEHIND YOU, EMLYN! D= xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 26, 2009 21:29:39 GMT -8
Emlyn dodged as the man threw the dagger at his shin. What were these people? Had they ever trained in a Russian academy? No, he didn't think so. They probably hadn't even trained, and were not disciplined at all. Had they ever heard of a little thing called strategy? They could not hope to beat him! He had worked for two long years to always be ready for a situation like this. He could have helped Ceara if he wanted to, but he didn't want to sink down to their level and do a two on one, however, he did watch their fight closely.
Then he saw Ceara staring at something behind him, and he heard the man speak. Emlyn cursed himself, he should've been paying more attention to the area around him, there could've been tons hiding everywhere. No, instead had been thinking that these people were amateurs, all the while they had been sneaking up on him. How could he have been so stupid? Well done, Emlyn, well done. At least he still had his mental sarcasm around to further aggravate himself.
"So that's how you're gonna play, huh?" he asked while looking straight ahead, laying his left hand on the hilt of the sword he had strapped around his waist. He smirked, and then in a surprising and quickly carried-out move, he dropped his bow and grabbed one of his arrows and jabbed it in the stomach of the man he knew to be standing behind him. He heard a shriek of pain and then he swirled around and drew out his sword, staring the man coldly in the eye.
"Sorry, but I don't take kindly to random strangers trying to kill me, it's rather rude actually." It was funny. He couldn't talk to a person normally to save his life, but when it came to fights, it seemed like the words would not stop coming.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 21:44:59 GMT -8
Ceara was worried about Emlyn, and the concern showed on her face as she watched him, her back to the man she'd previously been fighting. She doubted anyone would stoop so low as to attack her from behind, though had she actually been thinking about herself she would have realized that if they were willing to attack Emlyn from behind, they would be willing to attack her as well. She didn't know what to do, since she was sure the man standing behind Emlyn would kill him if she moved forward to try and help him. She clenched her free hand into a fist, annoyed with herself for not being more observant of for having not being able to help Emlyn.
However, it seemed he didn't need help. She stared in surprise as he grabbed one of his arrows and jabbed it into the stomach of the man standing behind him. A wide grin came to her face and she actually cheered aloud for Emlyn, plus she chuckled at what he said to the man. "Yeah! Go Emlyn, yo-" She broke off as she heard a whooshing sound behind her and a second later before pain in her back as the tip of the man's sword bit into her flesh just below her back, leaving a trail of blood in it's wake. That hurt. But that wasn't the worst of it, for a second later the man kicked her hard in the back, hitting her directly in her scar. She cried out in pain as she stumbled forward before hitting the ground on her stomach, where she didn't move.
It wasn't really that she was extremely injured, but whenever something hit her scar it sent pain all up her back. Plus, it caused her to mentally break down from the memories. A far off look came to her eyes as she raised herself up onto her elbows, grimacing in both physical and mental pain as she recalled exactly how she had gotten that painful scar on her back. And the hot blood she could feel running down her back only made the memory seem more vivid and real._________________________________________
Words: 373
Mood: Good
Notes: *Gasp* Positions are reversed! xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 26, 2009 22:09:08 GMT -8
Emlyn sneered as the man fell the the floor. He wasn't dead, but he soon would be if he didn't get treatment soon. The first few minutes after a stomach wound were the most crucial, and unless this guy was charming when it came to physicians, he doubted he would make it. Good riddance, for all he cared. Scum like him didn't deserve to live, so they could dream on if they wanted his mercy. No, he would enjoy knowing that he had saved the world from having to deal with another person like him, if only he could have gotten rid of his step-father as well...
Then he swooshed around when he heard Ceara cry out in pain, only to see that the original man had attacked her from behind. Anger poured through him, how low could these people get? Attacking a six-foot tall guy from behind was one thing, but slicing at a girl and knocking her to the ground? Where had these guys been when normal people learned ethics? This was something he would not stand for under any circumstances. Shouting out, he ran right past her towards the man with his sword drawn.
"Hey, bastard!" he yelled as they clashed swords, "why don't you fight someone while looking them in the face like a man!" This man didn't deserve to fight a long fight, not did he deserve to have his death drawn out long enough so that he could utter whatever pathetic last words he might have had. Emlyn didn't mind playing dirty while he was pissed, so he lifted up his left fist to sock the man in the face. The man swiped at his legs, while Emlyn jumped over the feeble attempt. Then the man swung his blade around to try and get him on the side, but Emlyn ducked and used the opportunity to jab his swords upwards to stab him in the chest, giving him a last good sneer before he fell backwards.
Letting his sword clatter to the ground like he had his bow, he knelt by Ceara's side, looking at her with worry in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently, "Did he hurt you badly? Need help moving?"
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 26, 2009 22:34:11 GMT -8
Ceara stared into the eyes of the large, drunk man, feeling confident that she would no doubt be able to take this man on. He had a sword of his own, sure, but he had just come out of a bar and had been beating on a young boy, he had to be drunk out of his mind. She felt it was her duty to teach this man a lesson on keeping his fists to himself. After all, she was to be a knight one day, right? Wasn't this the sort of thing knights did, protecting the weak and all? She would make this man regret hurting the boy, just like any knight would have.
However, as she charged at the man, her sword extended and ready to stab him, she learned that maybe he wasn't as drunk as she had thought. He sidestepped at the last moment and stuck out his foot, tripping her and making her tumble to the ground, her sword flying out of her hand as she hit the ground. She began pushing herself to her feet, however a foot slammed down onto her back, sending her sprawling once more. The next moment the supposedly drunk man was crouching beside her, both her wrists clamped in one of his large hands, pinned behind her back." You'll pay for that, wench. I'll teach you to interfere in something that has nothing to do with you." The man spoke, his hot breath right beside her ear. The next thing she knew she felt blinding pain in her back as his dagger slid into her, the more pain as he dragged the dagger through her flesh. She screamed and struggled, but she was unable to get away from him...[/i][/color] " Are you okay? Did he hurt you badly? Need help moving?" Ceara shook her head sharply, the sound of the voice, speaking gently to her drawing her out of the memories. This was the mental breakdown she'd meant. Pain spiraled up her back but she knew most of it was just because of the kick that had hit her scar. It would stop hurting soon enough. She'd just have to wait until after it stopped hurting to try moving. She grimaced and then sighed, rolling over onto her back, more so that Emlyn wouldn't notice the blood. It wasn't too deep, she figured she would be fine, she just didn't want him worrying about her. It was something weird with her, she hated accepted help after she'd been injured, mostly because she felt it made her look weak.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me." She said, looking up at where Emlyn was crouched above her. "Are you okay?" She asked, once again a frown of concern coming to her face. It bothered her that Emlyn had had to take care of all three men, because she felt useless and weak now. She tried not to let that show, however, as a small smile came to her face. "You were amazing," She said, nodding. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?" She asked curiously, before adding "Oh, and thanks a lot...both times." She said, chuckling slightly though she didn't think it was very funny. Her pride was a little hurt. She didn't try moving yet, however, knowing it would only cause her more pain._______________________________________
Words: 594
Mood: REALLY happy xD
Notes: THAT POST WAS SO HOT! *huggles Emlyn* [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 27, 2009 9:06:43 GMT -8
Emlyn frowned as she rolled over, obviously trying to hide her injury. She was being as bad as...him. He really hoped the man hadn't stabbed her too deeply in the back, or he might have hit her spine and possibly damaged her spinal cord, which could lead to all sorts of complications, including not being about to use limbs both temporarily and permanently. He thought about what little medical care he had been trained with. But all soldiers-in-training were taught was to clean it out and wrap it up until a professional could look at it. Panic started to flare through him. What if she permanently lost the use of her legs because of him? He himself had refused to see a healer...his left shoulder was now aching from the fight, but it was...different, when it was someone else. Before, he had known he would do fine without a healer, it would just take a little longer and maybe be a little more painful, but he was used to pain, he could deal with it. Other people, such as Ceara, shouldn't have to. If he hadn't made such a big scene about killing that man, she wouldn't have turned around.
"No, you're not okay," he told her, simply stating it so that she would have no room to argue. He looked around at his weapons that laid scattered. He could always come back here to pick them up later, but then it occurred to him that they might get attacked again, so he should at least take something. His sword was closer, so he slipped Silver Slicer back into it's sheathe. He would never be caught off guard, for that would be more embarrassing than having someone sneak up behind him.
He had to take her to a healer. He didn't know exactly where to find one, but he doubted it would be difficult to seek one out, or what would be the point of them? He sucked in a breath and turned only slightly pink as he slipped one hand under her knees and the other under her shoulders, slowly lifting her off the ground so as not to disturb whatever wound she had. When he was standing upright, her head was against his chest but he tried to hold her back out so that walking wouldn't disturb it.
Then he remembered her talking about his fighting, and for once, talking seemed like the best way to distract himself, "It was...nothing," he replied, obviously stills shy, though, "I was trained to fight for the Russian army...except, I didn't really know it at the time, and when I found out I came here. I didn't want to join the army." Wow, three complete sentences, that had to be some kind of a record. When he passed his bow, he kicked it to the side so that some wanderer would pick it up, and then they emerged from the alleyway, where he started looking for some signs of a healer.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 27, 2009 9:31:11 GMT -8
This was better. Her back didn't hurt to much now that she was talking to Emlyn and thinking about other things. Besides, she knew it would stop hurting soon. The man had only cut her. She could tell it was a horizontal cut from both her shoulder blades, but she could feel that it wasn't too serious. In fact, it was nothing compared to how much her scar hurt, but she knew she was mostly remembering the pain from when she'd actually gotten it. It wasn't anywhere near life threatening, she'd learned to ignore the pain she got when it was hit.
However, then Emlyn grabbed his sword, sheathed it and then picked her up into his arms. She turned a bright red and her eyes widened in alarm. She'd never been carried by anyone, but she figured it had to be the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. "What are you doing!?" She asked, sounding just as alarmed as she felt. "I'm fine, put me down." She insisted. It wasn't so much that she was being carried that bothered her, more that they were about to go back into the crowd. People would no doubt stare at them. "Really, I'm okay, I don't need to see a healer. Put me down." She continued to insist, though she didn't struggle, mostly because the thought of accidentally making him drop her was pretty scary.
However, hearing that he'd been trained for the Russian army distracted her for a few moments. "Really?" She asked, surprised. Of course she didn't blame him for having run off. She probably would have done the same, especially if someone was trying to force her to join it. Still, it was no wonder he was such a good fighter, then._________________________________________
Words: 320
Mood: Very good xD
Notes: Well, if he is going to continue taking her to a healer anyways, just make one up. I'll make a healer tonight or something for the future. [/size]
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