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Post by Amri Amatzya on Nov 29, 2009 20:44:42 GMT -8
"So, you think you can take us on, shorty?"
They were all in a circle around him as they snickered, barely able to contain the fact that he was not running away. He had absolutely no chance of survival. That big sword of his? He was probably just barely able to hold it, forget swinging it. No one could swing something like that, especially someone as tiny as him. They were all at least a foot taller than him, and wielding all sorts of dangerous weapons. It was only a matter of time before his blood was on their hands.
Amri only smirked at their jeering, knowing that they didn't recognize him, or else, were more stupid then most outlaw rubbish. How many times had this scene been repeated, though? How many people just looked at his height and his obvious young age and casually assumed they could take him on? he'd thought that Banryuu would stop this riff raff but evidentially not. It was rather disappointing, he thought to himself as he pat Banryuu on his shoulder twice, eyes flickering around himself, calculating it all easily in his mind although he could not count. This was different. This was fighting. This was his life.
One of the ones behind him charged, and Amri simply grabbed his throat with one hand. The man ripped at his arm frantically for a few moments before bringing out a knife to slash his forearm, but not very deeply. Amri let go to shove him back as another man launched out, but Amri was quick enough to sing Banryuu down and easily separate the man at the waist. Blood splattered on him but he didn't have tome to comprehend it as a third tried to attack his left side. Amri rolled his eyes and brought his heel down hard on the man's toes just as the very first man grabbed his right shoulder and wrenched him away. Irritated, Amri let the handle of Banryuu slide further down in his grip so he'd be able to use it in close quarters to hack at the area between the man's neck and shoulder. He screamed as he felt the deep gash. But then the third man grabbed Amri's braid and yanked down, causing Banryuu to clatter to the ground. Everyone needed a few moments to recover from the ear-shattering clash that happened because of that, but Amri was quick to recover and punch the man in the gut, but not before another man grabbed his right leg, which Amri twisted out of his grip so he could kick him. But while this was going on, the man who had spoken, who seemed to be the leader, came up to Amri's open chest and slashed him deeply, and then raised a leg to kick him squarely in the chest where he had just wounded him, out of the other mens' grip and onto the ground. Then, Amri heard the sound of arrows being fitted and quickly rolled to get out of the way, only to discover that he was at the top of a hill and was now rolling down, mixing brambles and dirt in with the blood and sweat that covered his body. When he crashed to the bottom, and heard the voices above, searching for him, all he could manage was a hushed, "s***!"
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Nov 30, 2009 9:08:06 GMT -8
A lot of people would get bored when just wandering around aimlessly with nothing to do, but not Demy. Demy was surprisingly good at keeping himself entertained by just watching the things other people did, catching little snippets of someone's conversation. Humans were very fascinating things, how no two people were exactly the same by their looks as well as the way they felt or reacted to certain situations. Because of this, Demy never became bored when wandering around, and he was quite certain that he could do it for hours if he really wanted to, so long as he had people around him.
This was what Demy was doing right now, just wandering around and looking at the people arond him, a contented smile on his face. However, Demy knew next to nothing about Saor, and he soon found that he was lost. Not only that, but soon all the people started to disappear, too, becoming harder and harder for Demy to find, and he soon found it harder and harder not to just suddenly get bored and turn around. That was why when Demy spotted a group of people up ahead, his smile widened and he set his course towards them. However, as he drew closer, he realized that one of the men looked familiar, and he realized that it was Amri. Not only that, but he could tell by the other mens' body language that they weren't very happy with Amri, especially because they were surrounding him.
Demy quickened his pace, getting worried about Amri. It was then they they began fighting, and he immediately broke out into a run, now not only wanting to help Amri, but also wanting to save the lives of the stupid men attacking him. He saw Amri cut up a few guys, but he refused to dwell on that right now. Right as he'd almost reached them, Amri took a cut to the chest and was then kicked in the exact same spot, sending him tumbling backwards...down a hill. "AMRI!" He cried, pushing aside one of the men and stopping at the edge of the hill, looking down with a near panicked expression on his face. He couldn't see Amri. "AMRI! WHERE ARE YOU?" He yelled again, before turning around to face the remaining five men that were still standing. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He asked, and realized that he was near tears, but he didn't care. He liked Amri, he liked him a lot, even if they were so different. "He didn't do anything to you and you killed him!" He cried, a moment before one of the men reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward so that their faces were close.
Immediately Demy shut off, his eyes widening in fear. "I don't like being yelled at." The man told Demy darkly, and a moment later he felt a fist connect with his face, making him cry out as he was released and hit the ground, holding his aching cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Demy said, terrified as the men moved towards him. He was still terrified that Amri was dead, but now he was having problems of his own. Apparently the men weren't finished picking on random strangers._________________________________________
Words: 581
Mood: Eh
Notes: I'm sorry, I know this post is really shitty. I'll try make my next one better. [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Nov 30, 2009 16:51:27 GMT -8
Amri groaned as he pushed himself off the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and dirt. He couldn't tell which blood was his own and which belonged to the men up there. He was sore all over, from his fall, but he wasn't worrying about that. There were still men to be killed. He wouldn't just run away like a scared rabbit, and he was still the better fighter. It had taken five of them to get him down like this, while he had killed two of their seven. He just had to figure away to get around or they'd get him with their arrows as he popped his head over the ridge.
It was then that he heard voices above him, no...a distressed voice, calling his name? Down at the bottom of the hill, he cocked his head. It was a man. What man who he knew would cry out like that? Then he recognized the slight quavering, and the cry after a smack had been heard. It was Demy. What was Demy doing here? And why was he so worried about Amri? Amri couldn't help but feel a little angry, though.
However, they were probably distracted now, so he clambered up the way he had fallen. The motion of climbing hurt, for the man had slid his sword under Amri's armor to get his chest and it was bleeding hard although no one would be able to tell. He didn't worry too much about it. Like other times, he was thinking more about repairing his hakama and making sure his armor hadn't been dented by the man's kick. His outfit was no easily replaceable, it had come from the Orient and he would have to go back there if he needed a new one.
He pushed himself up quietly but loudly announced his return, "Why don't you pick on a fighter instead of a doctor," he sneered, using their surprise to reach down and grab Banryuu and step between the leader and Demy, looking him hard in the eye, who was looking back disbelieving. "You-" Amri cut him off. "How do you know I'm not a demon who can't be killed?" He raised both his eyebrows in a swift movement and then kicked the man to push him back and then slice him from the shoulder to the opposite hip. He was just beginning to smirk when he saw that the others had fitted their arrows again. "Get down!" he shouted, just in case Demy had gotten to his feet behind him. As Amri went down, one of the arrows went clean into his right shoulder, but he didn't yelp or make any sort of noise. Instead, he growled and threw Banryuu at the two on that side to distract them and then launched himself at the other two.
They both tossed aside their bows. One of them raced forward to grab Amri by his shoulders while the other brought out a mace and swung it at him. Amri ripped out of his grip but he still felt the metal spikes digging into his leg. Angrily, he grabbed the chain connected to the mace and swung it at the man who held him's throat, making blood sputter and causing him to fall to the ground, and then Amri elbowed the wielder of the mace in the face and with one solid blow on the back, cracked his spine in two.
He looked back at the last two. One had been hit when he had thrown Banryuu, the other was edging away as quickly as he could and then broke into a full-out run. He smirked just the slightest bit and then did a mental analysis of himself. Slash in his left arm, deep wound across his chest, arrow in his right shoulder, and his right leg was bloodied up from the spikes of the mace.
"You okay?" he asked Demy, though right then, everything became a little bit blurry. He reached down under his chest plate and drew back his hand, completely covered in blood. He collapsed on the ground.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 1, 2009 9:27:07 GMT -8
Demy was nothing like his alter ego, who would have happily jumped to his feet and killed all of these men. However, Demy was a pacifist, and therefore not a fighter in the least. So he stayed down, his hand still on his aching cheek as the leader stepped towards him. He wasn't sure what to do so instead he stayed silent, terrified out of his mind. He didn't want to die, he wanted to save the lives of more people...and the thought of death just scared him, but still. For the first time in his life, he wished that he could control whenever Demyth's personality took over, so that Demyth could save their ass. Even if it meant killing all these men...better them than Demy, right? These men were the ones who had attacked and killed Amri for nothing, after all. They deserved to be punished.
However, he couldn't control when Demyth came out. Today seemed to be his lucky day, though, for a moment later he heard Amri's strong, cool voice telling the men not to pick on him. Demy's eyes widened and he turned to stare at Amri in disbelief. He looked just like an angel. A dark, perhaps fallen angel, but still an angel. Demy was unable to tear his gaze off Amri as he moved forward, stepping between the leader and Demy. Amri was his hero, he was saving him from the bad men. And he wasn't dead, either. Had Demy not been such a chicken, and had they not been surrounded by men, he would have hugged Amri. Of course, he was no where near brave enough to do something like that, and now wasn't exactly the time with the other men around, but still.
Demy stayed in his sitting position on the ground as Amri began taking care of the men. For probably the first time ever, he didn't mind that Amri was killing people. After thinking that they had taken Amri away from him, he was perfectly alright with Amri killing them...even if he couldn't bring himself to watch. Instead he tried to watch and not watch at the same time, watching to see whether Amri got hurt, but not wanting to see all the men die. He noticed as Amri was shot through the shoulder with an arrow, and he winced in sympathy. Luckily, Demy had remained in his sitting position and all he had to do was cover his head with his arms when Amri called at him to get down. Even the motion of covering his head wasn't needed, for all the arrows missed him.
Next he saw Amri get hit in the leg with a mace and once more he winced, but only a few moments later, all the men were dead...besides the one that was running away. He slowly pushed himself to his feet as Amri turned towards him, and he smiled, if not a little shakily, as Amri asked if he was okay. "Yeah, I'm okay..." He said, once again feeling a little awkward and uncomfortable with being with Amri when he felt such strong feelings for him. However, a moment later his awkwardness was forgotten as Amri swayed and then reached under his chest plate, and then pulled his hand out, covered in blood, and then collapsed. Immediately Demy was at his side, going into healer mode as he pulled his backpack off his shoulders.
He reached out and pulled off Amri's chest plate, ripping away whatever pieces of Amri's clothing were in his way. He frowned at the sight of the cut on Amri's chest, as well as where the arrow was sticking out of his shoulder, the only signs that Demy was worried. "It's okay, you'll be okay." He said reassuringly, as a reflex, as most of his patients were terrified about dying. He pulled out a cloth and started wiping away all the blood, putting pressure on the wounds to slow the bleeding, ignoring all the blood that spread onto his hands. "Thank you...for saving me." He said quietly as he worked, feeling a little awkward, though he glanced at Amri and smiled._________________________________________
Words: 720
Mood: Not bad
Notes: I don't know much about Amri's clothes so...yeah...xD I hope it works, what I said. [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Dec 1, 2009 17:39:59 GMT -8
"I'm not scared..." he mumbled, squinting his eyes and opening them again to try and bring the picture back into focus, but it stayed hazy. His head was throbbing and he wondered if it had anything to do with that one guy yanking on his braid...how low of him to have done that. Blubbery goo coated the inside of his mouth, so he leaned over to spit the mass of blood and saliva out. Although there was blood in his mouth, he was pretty sure he had no internal damage, it had probably just gotten there from the other men.
He felt a bit...exposed, lying there on the ground, Banryuu out of his hand, and without his armor, being examined by someone who couldn't fight. He sure as hell hoped they wouldn't be attacked again, though he supposed he would just get up and go at it again. He couldn't really feel anything, for it had been part of his self-training to grow immune to pain, but he could tell he was losing lots of blood...at least Demy was cleaning some of it up. Maybe it'd be good to be friends with a healer, even if he didn't think he needed it most of the time.
"It's no problem..." he replied, mumbling once again as he couldn't really speak clearly. He smiled, not something he did often, for he usually smirked or grinned instead of handing out genuine smiles. Shifting on the ground caused the end of the arrow in his shoulder to scrape against something, making him grimace a bit, but the pain was nearly invisible underneath the blurriness that was confusing him. All he could see was Demy's face...looking shy but concerned. He blinked once more.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 1, 2009 18:28:12 GMT -8
Demy chuckled and shook his head as Amri told him that he wasn't scared. Of course Amri wasn't scared, Amri wasn't scared of anything. Amri was amazing, that's what he was. He remembered thinking that Amri looked like a fallen angel of some sorts when he'd seemed to come back from the dead, and Demy felt heat rising into his cheeks once more, and kept his eyes fixed on Amri's chest...which only succeeded in turning him even more red as his eyes took in the lean muscles there. He felt like he should turn away and stop looking at Amri's chest, stop touching it, but he was a healer, and he was saving Amri's life. He wasn't about to suddenly turn away just because of his stupid crush. He would get over these feelings for Amri, because he was pretty sure Amri had a girlfriend. After all, how could someone that looked liked Amri not have a girlfriend!?
"Of course you aren't," He said agreeably, a small, shy smile on his face. "Sorry, it's just...a reflex, I guess you could call it." He finished. He took out some bandages, satisfied that he'd cleaned away most of the blood, though that didn't mean it didn't continue to bleed. Next he searched around in his backpack, pulling out a few red berries, which he squished and allowed the juices to fall onto Armi's cut, where he very gently spread it around before placing the bandage over it. This wasn't all he had to do, however. As soon as the bandage was in place and he could stop worrying about that wound, he turned his attention towards the arrow, looking thoughtful as he tried to decide how best to take it out. Finally he pulled out more of the red berries. "This may hurt a bit...but I'm sure it's not the first time you've had an arrow pulled out." He said, taking hold of the arrow. He paused to allow Amri to prepare for the pain and then quickly but steadily pulled the arrow out. Immediately he put more of the berry juices on this wound before covering it with more bandages, securing those in place. The berry juices would numb the area around the wounds to make it hurt less, and allow the wounds to heal faster.
"Those berries should keep you from needing stitches, but if we are still together I should check on them in an hour or so, and if not, then you should...and if they are still bleeding and I'm not around, try find me, or at least another healer to stitch you up." He said, pulling away, whipping his blood-covered hands on his pants before turning his attention on Amri's leg wound. "How does this feel?" He asked, motioning towards the wound there. He was trying to keep Amri talking, worried that he would lose consciousness._________________________________________
Words: 522
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Nada [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Dec 1, 2009 19:59:14 GMT -8
When was the last time he had been injured like this? Maybe it had been in Beglium about half a year back, when he had to take out that whole village single-handedly...it had been easy enough, but a few farmers had gone a bit crazy with a pitchfork in their foolish frenzy to stay alive. He had been stabbed nearly all the way through more then once that day. He'd been in a confused state for days, but now Demy was doing something before that happened, putting Amri polish on him...he noticed Demy was turning red as he looked at him, "Why're you blushing?"
He smiled goofily again as Demy explained it was a reflex. He had reflexes. His reflex was that he always thought things were for killing unless someone or something told him otherwise. And he also had pretty good plain reflexes too. And he was good at fighting...he was good at doing lots of stuff, "I'm good at..." he mumbled, hitting his head back on the ground and laughed because he couldn't say anything else. The real reason was because he was loopy but in his state of loopiness he reasoned it was because he was good at too many things and couldn't just pick one.
"I..." he began to say when Demy asked if his leg was hurting. He tried to wiggle it a little but couldn't really feel it. Painstakingly, he rolled onto his stomach so he could look back at the gouge on the back of his right leg. The white was stained completely red and it was still spreading a bit, but he couldn't really feel it. He wiggled it again. Was this because of shock or the immunity he had built up? "I don...I don feel anything..." he murmured, putting his face on the ground, "I wanna sleep...I wanna go to sleep..."
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 2, 2009 19:04:34 GMT -8
The fact that Amri had noticed that Demy had turned red only made him blush all the more. "I'm not blushing," he said as a sort of reflex, before realizing how stupid that must sound. He was very obviously blushing, he could feel the heat in his cheeks himself. He shook his head, letting out a nervous chuckle and being sure to look anywhere but at Amri's face. "Just...nervous habit, guess you could call it. I'm not...the most charismatic person out there..." He said, sounding unsure of himself while he let out yet another chuckle, wondering whether Amri would believe his excuse, and praying that he would.
Soon after that, Demy realized pretty quickly that something was up with Amri. He was smiling at Demy in a goofy way, in a way that Demy hadn't expected to ever see someone like Amri smile in. It wasn't flirtatious or anything, sadly, but it was still much more...well, childish than he thought Amri could be. A frown came to his face as Amri began to say what he was good at and then trailed off with a laugh. "Are you...feeling okay?" He asked in confusion, before realizing what a dumb question that was. Of course he wasn't, Amri was seriously injured and had lost a lot of blood. He knew that some people reacted this way to the loss of blood, began acting silly and everything, even as though they were drunk, but Demy hadn't expected Amri to be one of those people.
Demy reached out to stop Amri as he suddenly rolled over, before his eyes fell on the gouges on the back of his leg and his eyes widened in alarm. They were much more serious than he'd expected...probably because he didn't know much about weapons and therefore wasn't always sure what sort of damage they would do. Immediately He reached into his pack and brought out bandages, a few of those red berries and the cloth that he'd been using to wipe away Amri's blood with. Once more he used the cloth to do just that, ignoring how his blood once again stained his formerly-clean hands. Next Demy repeated the motion of letting the berry juices drip onto Amri's wound and then quickly bandaged it up, finally realizing why Amri seemed to be acting so loopy. He had lost more blood that Demy thought, he was a little surprised Amri hadn't passed out yet. Then again, he imaged Amri had built up a high tolerance for pain and likely blood loss, too, but still. He didn't bother mentioning to Amri that it wasn't good that he couldn't feel it, instead just concentrating on Amri's next few words.
"You can sleep, Amri. But roll over, first. I'll stay with you while you sleep." He said gently, deciding that he wouldn't mind at all if Amri slept. Demy would enjoy watching him. Of course, they would be screwed if they were attacked again...but maybe by then Demy would be able to just wake Amri up. Maybe he would have healed enough by then to do it again if he had to. Or Demy could try protect him...but Demy knew he was more likely to get them both killed then save their lives if it came to a fight. Demy just sat back, once more wiping his hands on his pants to get as much of Amri's blood off him as he could and just watching Amri, his blush gone by now._________________________________________
Words: 620
Mood: Not bad
Notes: If Amri does pass out, we'll do a time skip until he wakes up? And do you think Demyth should come out again after a while? I've been playing with the thought, but I'm not sure. What do you think? [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Dec 3, 2009 14:55:43 GMT -8
Nervous habit to blush? Wasn't it more of a nervous habit to shake or stutter or something like that? Maybe Demy was just trying to hide his embarrassment over something, but what he was embarrassed about, Amri didn't know. Maybe because he had had to be saved? That made sense, at least, it made sense to Amri, for he would never want to be saved by anyone. He was his own man and to depend on others was weak, just plain weak, so of course he'd be embarrassed if that ever happened. He understood completely. "It's okay...you don...have to be embarrassed..."
He ignored Demy's question and rolled back over as he was instructed, bumping into Demy as he did so. Now why was he supposed to be on his back? Maybe cause of his chest wound? He couldn't see it very clearly since his head was on the ground, but he did know it was bandaged up by now. It was cold, but he didn't care, he could still fall asleep if he wanted to, he could fall asleep anywhere, he was used to everything. Though it seemed odd that he should go to sleep while someone was watching him...it made more sense for it to be the other way around.
Still...Demy said he could sleep, so he supposed he could. But...wait...weren't Demy's eyes blue? So why were the suddenly green? Oh no, it was Malika, how nice of her to drop by. He smiled up at her and reached out to touch her cheek with his rough, callused hand. He wished they could stay like that longer, but everything was progressively darker, even though she was looking more and more like herself. He wanted to reach up and kiss her, but he just couldn't life himself up for some reason. Then she, and everything else disappeared.
(Yes, we can time skip. And we should have Demyth come out at the WORST POSSIBLE moment.)
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 3, 2009 19:22:56 GMT -8
Demy had no idea why Amri was telling him that he didn't have to be embarrassed, but he set it down to Amri just being delusional, which seemed very likely anyways. He blushed once more as Demy bumped into his knees when he rolled over, but smiled down at him anyways, backing up the slightest bit, because he was a bit uncomfortable being this close to Amri. Now don't get him wrong, Demy would love to be this close to Amri, but only if Amri had feelings back for him. Demy knew that he didn't, and he didn't trust himself to be this close to Amri otherwise. He was worried that he would suddenly close the distance between them and kiss Amri, and he just couldn't have that. Amri would kill him. Well, maybe he wouldn't at the moment cause he was acting all weird, but he would definitely kill Demy later if Demy kissed him and Amri remembered later on, when he wasn't feeling weak and groggy from blood loss.
His mind pulled a blank when Amri reached out to him and brushed his fingers across Demy's cheek. In response, Demy's light blue eyes widened in surprise and horror and without even thinking about it he pulled away quickly, wondering what the hell Amri was thinking. He knew that Amri couldn't possibly be doing that because he suddenly discovered that he did have feelings for Demy. No, Amri must be really delusional...maybe picturing him as someone else, maybe Violet or something. He opened his mouth to say something, though hehad no idea what he should say, but then he glanced down at Amri and realized that he'd gone limp, and that he had a peaceful expression on his face. Demy stared at him for a few moments, shocked at how different someone like Amri could look while unconscious. He no longer looked fierce, instead he looked rather innocent, actually, and he found himself wondering how old Amri was.
Sometime later, fatigue had taken over Demy. It wasn't everyday you got attacked and then had to work that hard to save the life of someone you cared about, and it really took a lot out of a guy. So Demy had laid down next to Amri, close but not so close as to be touching. He fell asleep thinking of Amri._______________-Time skip by a few hours-__________________ Demyth yawned, shifting and stretching slightly. He had something warm pressing right up into his side, and it was a pleasant feeling, one that he had never experienced before. He slowly opened his eyes, deciding to find out what it was that was causing such a pleasant feeling...and his blood ran cold as he saw Amri, without a shirt on and pressed right up against Demyth so that their arms were entangled slightly. Without thinking, Demyth jerked away roughly and quite suddenly, rolling away before jumping to his feet and staring at Amri. Why the hell had Amri taken off his shirt and laid down that close to him? What the hell? Was Amri gay or something? He expected that his jerking away so roughly would have woken Amri, so he felt no need to say anything, though he was debating whether to demand Amri explain himself. He was leaning towards no, however. If Amri was gay, he would be much happier not knowing. Though he was near certain that Amri was already. It would explain why he was so against raping women, after all. He wondered how Amri would react if he suggested that he rape a man, but decided he didn't want to risk Amri's wrath by asking.
Already his posture was so much different than Demy's would be. Demyth carried himself with confidence, so much so that he seemed rather arrogance, and there was no hint of shyness to his stance. He just stood there, staring at Amri, trying not to be too alarmed at waking up to find Amri that close to him. "Er...yo." He said, sounding slightly uncertain for probably the first time in his life. He hadn't failed to notice the bandages covering Amri's chest. "You okay?" He asked, trying not to feel awkward around Amri now that he suspected him to be gay._________________________________________
Words: 743
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Lawlawlawlawlawlawl [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Dec 3, 2009 20:50:07 GMT -8
The ground was hard and cold, the air was crisp and cold, Amri's fucking skin was bare and cold, but there was warmth right by him. He instinctively huddled closer to whatever that warmth was, though only a moment later, it pulled away sharply leaving Amri instead to fall on the warm spot on the ground where whatever it was had been laying. "No...keeping singing..." he mumbled sleepily, remembering someone had been singing in his dream. He felt weird, like he had been drained completely, god, where was he? He realized he should probably open his eyes to see what the warm thing was, just in case he'd been lying next to a bear or something that was just moments away from clawing him right now, but he really wouldn't mind sleeping more...
Then is spoke and his eyes burst open to see feet. Oh...it had been a person. Huh. He slowly yawned and pulled himself off the ground, stretching his arms out as he did so. Hmm, his armor seemed to be on the ground, along with the top part of his hakama, which could only mean...he looked down, yes, that meant he had nothing covering the top half of him. No wonder he had been freezing. He really had to get a better immunity to cold god dammit...then Amri remembered the person. They were still there. He had been lying very close to them with his shirt off. His eyes widened, and then looked up to see..Demy? No, he had talked differently, but which one was it?
He jumped backwards, holding himself up with his hands as he looked up at Demy or Demyth, whichever one of them it was. He certainly wasn't holding himself like Demy. Wait, god, what had happened? He blinked repeatedly and put his hand up to his forehead, ignoring that he had been asked a question. He couldn't be sure if he was okay or not. Hell, he felt funky, was cold, and had woken up shirtless next to a guy with no clear recollection of what had happened, he had no reason to be okay, absolutely none, only reason to be horrified.
"Who...which one are you!?" he asked angrily, pushing himself off the ground and shaking his head around to try and remember what had happened. He remembered fighting...and Demy...and that was it. It was all one big blurry haze, and it disturbed him. It reminded him of that one time he had gotten really drunk and couldn't remember what happened. He hated that. Only this was worse because the situation was more...more...alarming! He sincerely hoped Demy or Demyth knew what was going on and could explain it to him, or maybe he didn't want to know...
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 4, 2009 21:26:12 GMT -8
Demyth frowned at Amri, wondering why it was taking him so long to fully wake up. He raised his eyebrows as Amri told him to keep singing, and his lips twitched in a smirk. It took a great deal of self-control for Demyth to be able to keep from...well, breaking out in song, just because he figured it would be a rude awakening for Amri, who had probably been dreaming of a nice...male voice. And while Demyth was male, he did not have a good singing voice. However, he kept himself from breaking out in song, much to alarmed with the new discovery that Amri was gay to tease him as he normally would. Instead he just stood there, waiting rather impatiently for Amri to fully wake up and hopefully explain to him what the hell he'd been doing, clinging to him like that. God, how embarrassing. If Amri thought Demyth was gay too and started making moves on him, he'd have to knock Amri's lights out...even if he was the leader...though Demyth still thought that the leader should be him.
Demyth crossed his arms over his chest as Amri got to his feet, demanding to know 'which he was'. He wondered briefly whether he should be offended that Amri couldn't tell the difference between him and the weak sissy that was his counterpart. He decided he didn't care all that much, though he would be sure to mention it if Amri ever mixed them up or couldn't tell them apart again. "Why, it's me, Demy. The weak sissy girl, you know, that one. Yup, that's me." He said, clearly not serious by the slightly sarcastic and insulting tone he used. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked, still completely uncomfortable with the thought of Amri being gay, and standing half naked in front of him. He kept his light eyes fixed pointedly on Amri's face._________________________________________
Words: 338
Mood: Eh
Notes: Sucky post, I know, sorry. [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Dec 6, 2009 14:37:22 GMT -8
He flicked his bangs, trying to get his eyes used to the early morning light that was hurting his head. No, this was not a hangover, he had plenty of experience with those. This was not throbbing pain, this was more him feeling...woozy, like he had been completely drained or everything inside of him had been scooped out. It was...weird to fell kind of weak, though he bet he could still take anyone on, it;d just take him a bit, or a a lot longer than usual. God, he could barely focus on anything, he felt so weird.
Obviously it was Demyth who answered, in a rather obnoxious way. Couldn't he give him a break? Just standing was taking a lot out of him. He looked down, seeing the bandage across his chest, then the one on his shoulder, and then felt the one on his leg...huh...he remembered fighting, but where had those come from? Wait...Demy was a healer, wasn't he? "I obviously got into a fight," he replied equally obnoxiously, motioning out towards the bodies that were still laying on the ground a few yards away. "And then..."
He shook his head, remembering that he didn't have to explain to anyone, especially if he didn't remember, and Demyth had quite a lot of explaining to do himself. "So," he said, raising both his eyebrows and then dropping them, in a quick rapid motion, "you thought not telling me about having a split personality would make it not exist?" He tried to storm up to him and get right in his face, but his first step sent him wobbily to the ground, though he caught himself with his hand, except it was his right hand, and it sent a shard of pain up to his shoulder, and so he pulled back and fell on his face. Angrily he pushed himself back up with his left arm and hoped his pissed-off expression was enough to make Demyth take him seriously like Amri knew he didn't.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Dec 6, 2009 16:07:37 GMT -8
Demyth took in the extent of Amri's wounds, not knowing whether they were serious or what. Amri looked sort of pale, though, so he figured they must be pretty serious. He noticed that he was bandaged up, and decided that he supposed Demy was useful for some things, like saving people's lives and all. Demyth didn't know a thing about healing, he likely would have been forced to just let Amri die of blood loss had it been him in control and not Demy. However, just because he was forced to admit that his counterpart was slightly useful for some things didn't mean that he liked Demy...or wouldn't hesitated to kill him, were he to figure out a way to kill Demy but not himself. Unfortunately, he didn't think such a way was possible, what with them sharing the same body and all. He'd tried to kill Demy in their dreams plenty of times, but he was forced to give up eventually when Demy never died.
"Well, duh," he said when Amri said that he'd obviously gotten into a fight, what with all the dead bodies around and just the fact that Amri was hurt at all. He raised his arms and folded them behind his head, just watching Amri as he brought up the fact that Demyth hadn't told him about his counterpart...and how he tried to storm right up to him and ended up falling on his face. Demyth stared at him for a moment before lifting his eyes to stare at something other than Amri, feeling embarrassed for him. He didn't move at first, just letting Amri sit there and no doubt glare at him, before finally Demyth sighed and let his arms fall back to his sides as he looked back at Amri and moved forward.
"Yeah...pretty much." He said truthfully when Amri asked him if he thought not telling Amri about his split personality would make it go away. Well no, he'd more so been hoping Demy would NEVER come out around Amri. That had been too much to hope for, though, and now he suspected that Amri was gay and had a crush on Demy or something. How disturbing. Who could like that baby, anyways? Well, Amri, apparently. He went to Amri's uninjured side and crouched down, taking his left arm and putting it around his shoulders, slowly pulling Amri back to his feet and slipping his arm around Amri's waist to keep him propped up. He found himself hoping that Amri wasn't attracted to Demy, because that would mean he was attracted to Demyth by default. No, hopefully Amri just liked his personality or something. "Where to?" He asked, realizing after they were standing that he had no idea where to go now. He was hoping Amri would let the topic of his split personality drop. He didn't exactly like talking about it, it was embarrassing._________________________________________
Words: 510
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Nada [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Dec 20, 2009 12:28:52 GMT -8
His face drew back slightly when Demyth responded so lightly. He was plainly admitting that he hadn't told Amri the whole truth in order to try and save his own butt. So...what should Amri do? He had expected some cover up, or bending of the truth or at least a petty excuse. But no, he had been given complete honesty. He...appreciated that, but wasn't all that used to it. Maybe it even warranted him forgiving Demyth and letting it slide for now, or would that make him seem too much of a weak leader? For once, he wasn't sure.
"Just...don't lie again or I promise to do something to make sure you don't lie, got it?"
He squirmed a little bit and widened his eyes when Demyth helped him up, feeling just a little bit awkward, especially considering how he had woken up that morning. He knew that he had raped women before, so why was he acting so...odd? Or maybe Demyth didn't care about genders as long as he was getting laid...oh dear God...this wasn't exactly the most comfortable position for him to be in. But as long as he didn't try anything he supposed he could just ignore it even if he felt like jumping away.
"s***, I don't know where to go." He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he really felt like lying down again and sleeping some more. But now of all times he really didn't want to make himself seem weak, whether he was worried that Demyth would doubt his ability to be leader or if he thought Demyth would try something. Either way, he had to be strong, as always. "I should...get my armor and shirt and stuff..." he replied lamely. He should also get Banryuu but he couldn't be sure that he could lift it right now.
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