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Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Daft? No, no. He simply didn't care for his body the way he should have. Pain not endured is strength not gained to him. Even if he needed to hide wounds from her to endure a small bit of pain, its a small bit more strength entering the body. Ample more time for his body to gain a resistance to fight off newer wound infections. Which .. if he was going into the Deep Roads, he'd need a whole lot of it. I don't like being called a idiot. Rage spoke as he walked to her rucksack, his tone dull and bland. For one, if I can't endure a small cut like this and not let my body fight the infection natural .. even for a few days .. before asking if it was infected, it doesn't make me a idiot. Moving to her rucksack, the male never asked to be healed, she assumed too much. Secondly, if I can't handle a small wound like this and get over it myself, I shouldn't even attempt to go to the Deep Roads and find my sister. Sitting back down on the slab, his hand moving back to his towel to ensure it didn't fall down as he walked past her. So, before you go flinging names out because of the choice of not saying anything to deal with the pain ... think about what that person may be preparing for. Do you think it'll be a walk through the woods when we go into the Deep Roads? Rage surely didn't, the wounds would be twice as worse if they are received and the chances of even being able to be healed would be limited because her stamina would be way more then dried from protecting herself. Shaking his head softly, for once .. he calmly spoke about his disagreement rather then smashing something against a wall, breaking something with his sword, or punching a hole through a wall. And if all this was caused by me calling you 'mage', well, then you tell me what I am to call you. Rage spoke, raising his arm up into the air. Because, if I recall, you weren't to fond of Zander using your ... real name? I supposed you'd call it. Referring you by mage, I'll take the harsh tones rather then you attempting to murder me in my sleep for calling you by name.
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Save the shit, Rage. I'm twenty-three years old. I don't need to be chided like some child. The reason why I'm chastising you, however, is because an infection is no laughing matter. Unlike poison or venom, it's virtually impossible to grow an immunity to a large infection, especially something like this. While your attempt at learning to bare the pain is extremely admirable ... the act in hiding it itself was not so much. While she explained her caused, she gently slathered a greenish ointment over the man's large wound, being wary not to accidentally plunge her fingers entirely into the gash. As the large man attempted to justify his onslaught, Deacon withdrew her hand - which was busy trying to ebb and heal him - and placed it along her side. Irresponsible use of my name, publicly, can cause an upbringing. I've done things in the past that makes me sought after by templars and mercenaries alike. Mage or no, I'm wanted by the Circle. If one person hears my name they'll point the templars in my direction, that's what I adopted an Alias. Behind closed doors such as this my name can be used freely, but, in any other situation I'd prefer if you didn't. She delicately sighed and climbed from her feet, keeping her back against the young warrior while her fingers played with the frayed string of her tunic. Without as much of a notice she removed her top and gently uttered to the man, Best thing you can do now is sleep. And be comfortable. Take the bed. Sleeping awkwardly will irritate the infection.listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

After shedding the carapace-like pieces of armor, her tunic and leggings, Deacon's bare body had been exposed to the cool frigidity that the stone walls around her had emanated. With the door to the chamber sealed shut she clambered into the stone bathing unit, wary not to spill any of the water. Her body immediately un-tensed, putting tumid and swollen muscles at ease. She marveled at the scars and bruises she had accumulated along their journey, each somehow intertwining with her intricate tattoos that rode up her forearm and along her shoulderblade. The water, to her chagrin, was luke-warm but suitable for bathing. After scrubbing every stain, speck of grime and smudge of mud from the face of her flesh, she slithered on her tunic, collected her belongings and returned to the main chamber where Rage had been resting. While the room wasn't what she'd call room temperature, it wasn't entirely gelid either. She placed her rucksack at the foot of the bed only to notice Rage dozing off curled up tight in the chair. To make matters significantly worse, he planned on sleeping in wet clothing. Are you insane? she questioned wryly, approaching the dormant man while clutching and yanking at the hemline of his trousers, Sleeping in wet clothing can make you ill. You need to be warm. Take them off I'll dry them for you. Being a mage, Deacon had control of natural elements such as earth or fire. Some she was better at wielding more then others, like the element of earth for example. Fire was the most difficult of the elements to wield but possibly the most powerful. The tall woman began snapping her fingers. At first it took a few odd seconds but she managed to ignite a flame. It danced playfully on her index finger, flickering, taunting the frigidity surrounding them. See? Now, if we had a hearth I could light it ... but alas, we do not.listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

The male had long been passed out after curling up in the chair, it was a tad bit uncomfortable and a slight awkward sleeping position but sleeping on something comfy was more worth the awkward sleeping position. Rage, Zander and Deacon had all sleep on dirt, gravel and slight grass the past few days. This chair was way more then enough for him to ease into a deep sleep. When Deacon had grasp at the male's pants, her statements falling on deaf ears. The male blinked his eyes twice, attempting to acknowledge what she was saying. Watching the flame dance at her finger tips ... oh, his pants. 'Geez. Just let me sleep ...' Rage thought to himself as he picked up the towel from the floor, I really don't want to give you my pants but .. you won't get off my back if I don't, so ... Rage paused as he stood up, yanking his pants down to his ankles, the male wrapped the towel over his legs ... really didn't care if she saw anything. He wanted to fucking sleep. Kicking off his pants, the male let out a small yawn. How long is it going to take ... I hate not sleeping in something. The male muttered to himself, running his hands over his face as he sat back down on the chair. Yawning into his palms, Rage watched as the female did whatever to dry his pants. Rage had nodded off a few times during the female's drying process. A light snore being heard as his cheek pressed against his fist. Feeling the pants hit him in the face, Rage grunted lightly. That was a bit rude .. Thank you, Deacon. The male spoke, nodding softly as he slipped on his leggings. Standing up to pull the rest up to his waist. Letting out a small yawn ... Wake me up if I'm not up before you, but, I believe we both will be woke up by our perverted Elf companion. Bet you ten sovereign ... added to the hundred when we find my sister ... that he pissed off a dwarf and they want to kill him for Maker knows what reason. It was a bet neither of them would take, because, they both knew it was bound to happen. Sitting down in the chair, the male let out a relaxed sigh. Shifting slightly to get back into his spot where he had passed out before the girl woke him up. A deep sighed passed through the lips of the male. Saddening. Hey Deacon ... The male spoke, breaking a small silence. What is it like? He asked quietly. Being alone .. with no one to look out for. Is it bad? Rage didn't expect his sister to live .. given as bad as it was to think that, she was young .. sick and in the hands of Darkspawn. Creatures who knew nothing about illness or how their harsh conditions will effect a young girl such as Cloud. I just wanna know for when ... Rage spoke lightly, cutting himself off. He wouldn't finish his statement. Negativity wasn't what he needed.
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

The drying process was quite simple, really. Deacon placed his moist clothing over a sheet of metal - no doubt of a piece of his armor, she didn't really notice - and placed her hand on it. Within seconds the steel glowed ardent. A low hissing sound filled the dark-haired woman's ears as she watched the water little boil into steam. It took little to no time at all for virtually every little dollop of water to disintegrate, leaving the warrior's trousers balmy and warm. She climbed to her feet and launched the man's clothing in his direction then took perch upon the cot. Her fingers trembled at the smoothness of the comforter which was forged from some animal's hide, and the pillows which were overflowing with goose downs. The sensation drove her to lose her sanity which had ever so slowly slipped away as she closed her eyes. Each of her coal colored waves were spilled like a bucket of black serpents upon the pillow, clouding her vision as she slipping into obscurity. Just as she let the kind arms of slumber take her, she heard Rage's voice. It startled her, shook her from her sleep. The depth was overwhelming. She hadn't quite noticed it before. Yes ...? she questioned loftily, her voice laden with fatigue. Of course she wasn't quite prepared for his following inquiry. It had stricken her deep and strummed at her heart strings like a bard with his lute. Sometimes ... sometimes it's lovely. Having no other to subject yourself too. No one to worry about, just yourself. But the nights can often be frigid and lonely. There were times where I had went months without speaking, not uttering even a cadence. I felt like my mind was withering away overflowing with thoughts and emotions ... yet there's not a soul to share them with. She wrapped her arm around her pillow, pressing her skull further into its downy surface. She's alive, Rage. She's thriving on your memory ... she knows you're searching for her. Don't worry yourself. It will only make the situation seem more bleak.listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Can't get much more bleak then it already it is. He knew of his sister's captors, but .. which darkspawn was it. That was what worried him, what if the darkspawn they encounter in the Deep Roads are none of the ones that took his sister? How can he know which even took her? How would he know if he was headed the right way? The wrong way? The situation couldn't look any better .. even if you tried to force it out better. A soft sigh passed the lips of the male, a few seconds after the mage had stopped speaking. I'm not worried .. afraid, actually. Rage finally spoke out in reply, his sister was the only family the boy had left. His last real connection to the world .. what exactly would he do when she does ... die? All sorts of possibilities, he guessed. The favored was to go to the Deep Roads, fight til he died. Killing as many darkspawn as he could until they finally overwhelmed him, all for his sister. Shaking his head softly, Hard to not feel that I'm too blame. The male spoke, I rushed off, cursing the Maker for not helping my sister ... I come back and the village is razed by darkspawn, captured by the same damn darkspawn who killed everything .. everyone I knew. A small grunt passed through his lips, Thats one hell ova spite, huh? The 'Maker' having sent a darkspawn to take away your sister just because you cursed him .. some would say he'd never do that, but, Rage always poses the question Who created the Darkspawn? Another sigh passed through his lips. Best not fret on it and lose sleep ... just close the eyes and drift away. Sleep well, Deacon ... Rage spoke lightly, closing his eyes before shifting in the chair. Yawning lightly, Rage drifted off into sleep. Hopefully a nightmareless one, something he hadn't had in forever.
Thread: Tough Luck [Forever Unbreakable and Osirin]

Once again he'd been stuck with a job that he found less then rewarding. Here he was, stuck at a college campus in the middle of Georgia with only one thing known for sure. He was here to find a girl that decided to drop under the radar. He was the right hand man to his gang's leader, something he both prided himself on and found quite irritating. While he had many opportunities while holding that spot of power it came with great sacrifice. One of them being the fact that he was sent near and far to deal with problems that just about any other member could of dealt with but his leader liked things done right.. And that was where he came in. He let out a small sigh and opened the envelope he had been given by the leader, told only to open it once he was there at the campus and ready to get down to work. He sorted through the contents, finding a copy of the girls schedule to help him not only track her down but also find out when the girl would be alone or at her dorm. He looked through the assorted numbers, Okay, her dorm number, phone number, list of friends, and class schedule.. What is this? He found something at the far back, a picture with text scrawled on the back. He turned the picture around and saw, to his shock, his ex-girlfriends face staring back at him. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, God damnit him. Leave it to him to send me after my own ex-girlfriend. While he found the situation ironic it made things all the more entertaining. Him and his girlfriend had joined the organization close to two years before this day but, where he had flown through the rankings, she had floundered towards the bottom, getting by doing odd jobs here and there despite the fact that she truly didn't want to. That was what had ended her up in this tragic situation, her inability to follow instructions. He folded the envelope and put it in his pocket, turning towards the main building and towards the dorms. He had no idea if he'd bump into the poor girl but he figured he could atleast scout out the area, figure out what he was working with before he had to make his move on the girl that had left him in the dust. He smirked to himself, the ways he could get back at her surging through his mind, Oh yes.. She'll be punished for her travesties indeed.. In more ways then she can count.
Thread: Tough Luck [Forever Unbreakable and Osirin]

Crystal didn't know that her ex was here or even that the gang even cared that she was gone, looking at the guy she was talking with she smiled and blushed some as he commented her. Her life was so much better now, she acted like a normal girl and she had tons of friends, not to mention her new boyfriend that was talking to her. Feeling him press up against her as she leaned against the locker she looked up to him then to the side, she couldn't look a guy in the eyes cause of what she had to do before, he always wondered why but when she said just drop it he was nice enough to. Feeling a slight chill go down her body she pushed him back and giggled some, walking towards her class her boyfriend was behind her and she bumped into Jame and she dropped her books, grabbing her books she looked up to say sorry to who she bumped into and she froze with her words. A shocked yet feared look in her eyes as she got back up, her boyfriend wrapping his arms around her waist and asking if she was alright Yeah I'm fine... Looking back at James she bit her lip not really sure how to exactly respond, but she just did what she thought was best This is my boyfriend Seth, James, James, Seth.... Looking to James she glared at him her natural bitch mood coming on already Well uh we have to get to class, I'm sorry I bumped into you and hope you have a good day, it should be rather busy today so hopefully you can find someone to show you around and such.. Pulling her boyfriend away he gave a friendly smile to James then started walking with Cyrstal, he wondered what was up with her but he knew to just drop it, maybe it was a guy from he past that she didn't want to discuss or run into.
Thread: Tough Luck [Forever Unbreakable and Osirin]

It hadn't taken James long to find his ex, Crystal, patrolling the halls with her new found boyfriend, heading towards her next class. He let his eyes wander up and down her frame from afar, a small smile on his face, My my, seems she's as gorgeous as ever. He said with a laugh. It had always pleased him just how good his ex looked. She had been his pride and joy when they had dated. Flaunting her to his friends had been one of his favorite pass times, second only to running his hands over her naked body, feeling every twist and turn of the girls body as she pressed herself against him. It was too bad that that had come to an end. He continued on the path he had taken until the moment of impact. He stumbled back a step or two in mock surprise, staring at Crystal as she dropped to retrieve her scattered books, her eyes turning up to him to apologize to the would-be stranger that she had bumped into only to see a face out of her nightmares, a look of anger and shock appearing in her eyes as her boyfriend came up from behind her, his happy-go-lucky smile on his face. He smiled and played friendly as she stumbled out a greeting, introducing James to her boyfriend, Seth. Nice to meet you, Seth. He said with a small smile, his eyes flickering away from Crystal's face for only a matter of seconds to acknowledge the man with his arm around her waist. He watched as she hurried by him, her excuse was class, something that made him laugh yet again. Oh she'd get away for now. He had no intentions of facing her with the school and her boyfriend watching but, little did she know that he had, not only her schedule, but all the information he needed to hunt her down. He turned tail and made his way along the hallways. He knew he needed to buy his time and wait it out, his opportunity to strike being when she had returned to her dorms and had finished up her day. Until that time came he knew he had to fit into the role of a student, something he found disgusting. He made his way to his first class, knowing this image only needed to be maintained for a day or two, long enough for him to get his revenge and break down his ex and, if things worked out well, get his old girl wrapped back around his fingers. He sat down and bid his time, waiting eagerly for the end of the day to come and the real fun to begin. Good luck, Crystal. You'll need it. He said beneath his breath, a grin of delight on his face.
Thread: Tough Luck [Forever Unbreakable and Osirin]

The day didn't go well for Crystal as she was paranoid like she used to be, she knew he missed her but she also knew he was gonna get his revenge. Her running out of the gang and disappearing had probably cost him a lot or at least his pride, he had the hottest girl there by any guys standards and yet she got away without him even knowing, maybe a week or two after he would realize but she was glad she had a year at least to retain herself and get her pride back. Feeling herself feel sick as her mind was so stressed she whimpered as she sat in the classes throughout the day, her mind was racing wondering why he was back, what he wanted from her and what he was going to do to her. She didn't want to give up her life but she knew she probably wouldn't have a choice, he had his fingers wrapped around her once and it was only a matter of days and this time she wondered if she could hold out longer. Having a feeling that he had all her info she looked at the clock as the day was coming to an end, her last class ended at 10pm and if he had her info he would be waiting in her dorm room. Hearing the teacher end the class she grabbed her book and bag with her laptop then started towards her dorm, her eyes wandering the halls and looking at every person trying to figure out if any behavior was different and sadly it wasn't. Getting to her dorm room she grabbed her key and started to unlock her door, going in the door she shut it and laid her books down set her laptop and logged onto her messengers as well as looking at her e-mails. Her boyfriend had a apartment off campus so he was probably online, she didn't doubt him at all and that was what made her life so happy right now. Her boyfriend was loyal to her and never went behind her back like James did sometimes, even worse she would have to find out from some other girl in a conversation that came up that he slept with them or had three or four girls with him. That would piss her off very badly to the point she would attack and leave bruises on them for days, the gang members had to pull her off and that was the part she hated. Even though they were in the wrong she was in the one who got punished and beat or even gang banged for the whole night depending on how the leader and her so called boyfriend felt. She was tired right now though and she wanted to go to sleep yet she had an uneasy feeling that James was somewhere close by, probably closer then her mind would let her think. Going into her bathroom she got the water going for a bath and soon she was in, the only light in a room was some candle light which wasn't by the door, leaning her head back she closed her eyes and listened to some rock music she had on. It wasn't to loud but loud enough to cover up any sound if anyone was coming towards her or even coming in her dorm.
Thread: Tough Luck [Forever Unbreakable and Osirin]

James played out the day safe, avoiding direct contact with Crystal to stir up as much paranoia as he could while not seeming to dangerous to her or her idiot of a boyfriend. He drifted around the campus and even found a few people to socialize with while he waited for the hours to pass by. As the sun started to set he drew out her information once more, eying her schedule and room number. He had already found her room earlier that day and had even found out from one of the neighboring rooms that she very seldom had friends over and, if she was with her boyfriend, then tended to hang out at her boyfriends house off campus. He chuckled slightly under his breath, Its so sad how helpful some people can be. He smiled slightly to himself. It was close to 1030 p.m. when he made his way to her dorm. He had a feeling she expected him to show up but, even if she expected him, there was little to nothing the poor girl could do to stop him, something that they both knew as the truth. In the past he had always been able to get to her no matter where she hid or what she did. He always found her. He slipped the spare key out of his pocket and slipped it into the lock, slowly unlocking the door. He slipped into the dorm room and shut the door behind him, locking it. He emptied out his pockets and smiled slightly, moving over to her opened laptop. He looked at the chat between her boyfriend and her, double checking that he wouldn't have any unexpected visitors during his evening reunited with his ex. He shut the laptop and moved quietly through the house, listening for any sound to betray her location. He made his way down the hall before he heard the running water of her bath and the blaring of the radio. He smiled slightly and chuckled too himself. It was far to easy when she was already stripped down to nothing for him. That just made the game all the easier. He kicked off his shoes outside the door and pushed open the door too the bathroom, stepping in before leaning against the doorway. He smiled over at Crystal's relaxed form, her head leaned back against the rim of the bathtub as she soaked in the water, relaxing after her long, stressful day. He found it sad that he could walk all the way up to the side of the bathtub without the poor girl even noticing him. He reached out with one hand and covered her mouth, the other going to grab at her breasts, gripping it roughly, Well hello, love. Long time no talk. he smirked at her, seeing the fear flicker into her eyes.