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Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

??It??s nice to meet you Kazuye?? she said with a smile. ??Well mister Halloway used to be a model and a dancer surprisingly. I suppose that??s how he??s been able to afford such a huge mansion.? She said running her fingers through her dark bangs. Sometimes he goes away to model, you know take pictures n?? stuff. It seems even though he??s retired he??s still very passionate about it.? Scratching the back of her head she shook her head slowly. ??I think to afford such a living space he must??ve gotten a huge inheritance of some sort because he seems a tad bit young to be retired?? ??Uh, excuse me?? Ms. Himura looked toward the door and smiled. ??Oops, am I taking too long?? ??Uh, yeah. We can??t start supper without you?? Looking back at Kazuye she smiles. ??I forgot I??m the only one allowed to cook here. Well since you wanna help Kazuye maybe you can help prep the food with a couple of my lovely assistants down in the kitchen.? Gesturing Kazuye to come along she began leaving the room with the made in the doorway. Halloway had a lot of weird little rules. He was a little skeptical about people in general period, which was, in fact the reason why he didn??t have a very large staff of maids. Down in the kitchen there were two maids already there prepping food. Himura looked around and frowned. ??What??s all this?? she asked. ??Dinner party?A very important one?? One of the women responded. ??I??m the head maid. How come I??m the only one without knowledge of this event?? she asked. ??Eh, Master Halloway just informed us of this today?? Himura sighed heavily. Looking back at Kazyue she smiled. ??Well it??s a good thing you are here. You can help us get things ready.? Looking at the watch around her wrist she sighed again. She just hated when he would plan stuff so unexpectedly. ??It looks like we better hurry too?He likes to throw his dinner parties at nine? That seems like a long time away but he likes to invite a lot of people?? Tiz alright 3
Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

??A pleasure as well!? Kazuye smiles, glad to have finally introduced himself properly it seemed like a wonderful place, another bonus to add to the fact that he was with his brother once more. The head maid seemed nice enough, and so welcoming as well. His eyes flickered towards her again they were wondering around the way they were going, taking in the new sights. It was?so interesting. A model? If he could say so, Mr. Halloway did have the body for a modeling carrier. And it was a well paying job, the teen agreed, having noticed the mammoth size of the house. It was?Quite? Amazing on how big it really was, inside and out. ??Ah, I see.? What else was there really to say? He didn??t ogle at model magazines, and it was kinda hard to give a compliment to someone of the same gender in praise, what was he going to say, he??s really handsome? He was and that sort of stuff? Speaking of which, his brother had changed a lot? But have a lot of girls after him now? And why the heck was he thinking about these things?! UGH! He was not thinking this, he was not! But his train of thought crashed and burned, thankfully, when a timid voice called out, as he turned his head at said door, blinking inquisitively. Supper? They couldn??t start supper without her? Raising an eyebrow, he turned towards the maid in question, as she smiled and started to explain. Can??t cook?Only her? That was a strange rule. But still, ??Of course.? Nodding, Kazuye, blinking, or at least, that??s what it looked like with one eye visible, and chances of him winking were slim in this situation. It would help to do something and just mooching of people didn??t feel right?sometimes. In the kitchen, he just watched for a moment, two ladies already there and preparing food. Dinner party? For what cause? It couldn??t be the fact he just arrived. But there was a slight? Thought of it, maybe. Nah. Still, better help out, if this was a moment??s notice, all the hands the better! ??So we should get cracking then, right? What am I doing?? The teen asked, grinning. Wait? ??Do I need to wear a hair net or something?? The cafeteria ladies did back at his old school for hygienic reasons. And in this hairstyle, he couldn??t possibly put on that cap?thing. That would mean letting is hair down from the tie and clip?Oh god.listu
Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Lovers? That was a quite absurd assumption. A relationship between the two of them could never exist? Unless it was a sexual one but he hand no intention in that. For one she fooled around with his father and no matter how much she adored Sinclair he would never take sloppy seconds. By his fourth onion his eyes began to itch and burn. He blinked furiously trying to fight back the onion??s fumes but nothing worked so he tried rubbing them with the backs of his hands. Sinclair only worsened the problem by doing that and ended up having to leave the counter. He hadn??t time to notice Kazuye??s little incident??too focused on getting to the sink. Felling the sink over for soap her sighed heavily. ??Sinclair?? Asia rushed to assist the teen grabbing the soap for him. She grabbed his hand squeezing a small portion into his hand. ??You know I can do this myself.? He murmured as he began to wash his hands. After he did that he began to rinse his eyes. ??Let me get you a towel.? Asia said quickly. Handing the towel to him she smiled. Sinclair wiped his face and sighed heavily. ??No more friggan onions for me?? he said grunting softly, the tingling of the onion still lingering on in his eyes. At the sight of blood Lenne dropped her knife. Her lips quivered softly as she was unsure of how to address the problem. She had a slight phobia of blood and well couldn??t be near it. Even though she really wanted to help Kazuye she began to take small steps back. ??I-I?? she murmured softly. Combing his hair through with his slightly damp fingers he came up behind Lenne placing a hand on her trembling shoulders. ??What??s the problem?? he asked looking down at the woman. The faint smell of blood reached the teen??s nose. Looking at Kazuye he could see he??d cut himself. ??How??d that happen?? he asked the younger teen. ??Get a clean rag Lenne?? he told the woman as he approached Kazuye. ??That looks deep? You weren??t paying much attention were you?? he questioned taking the male??s bleeding hand into his examining it slowly. As quickly as Lenne left, was as quickly as she had returned. She handed the male the clean rag. Sinclair began to wrap the cloth around the teen's hand squeezing softly. Come with me, we should clean the cut before it gets infected... he told Kazuye as he began to pull him along. I guess we know not to have to help in the kitchen anymore. Sinclair said jokingly smiling down at the other. There wasn't a bathroom to far from the kitchen and that's where Sinclair took Kazuye. Stand right there I'll find some bandages and stuff to clean the cut with... In the meantime why don't you clean it in some water and soap... he said as he began to search the bathroom.
Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

He usually wasn??t this clumsy in the kitchen, no way. Than again, Kazuye didn??t have something that distracted him so much that his blade hand slipped enough to draw blood. Taking in a deep breath, he scolded himself in the back of his mind, Sinclair would have noticed his strange distraction, and already he said he didn??t want a brother? What did he want again? Would he find it strange?? Most likely majority of the people didn??t find it right, and downright creepy. The blond wasn??t too sure if he had made a good impression? But it didn??t hurt to keep on Sinclair??s good side. He hadn??t been expecting for Lenne to have backed off at the sight of blood, blinking in a confused manner as a clatter sounded over the kitchen commotion, the knife hitting the floor as it fell from a lax grip. What??s wrong? The girl backed away slowly, as if Kazuye had suddenly contracted some terrible disease, but as his eyes flickered down to the welling up of crimson from the wound. He would have taken a step forward towards her, but when someone was backing away from you, unless you wanted to terrify them, you wouldn??t follow. Quickly closing his hand in an attempt to hide the wound, it didn??t help that the scarlet liquid got all over the place, over his hands as well. Wincing slightly, Kazuye looked somewhat like a child who had caught his hand caught in a cookie jar guilty. Swallowing, he opened his mouth to answer, but what would he say if he knew the truth? Probably creeped out beyond words that he had been thinking about his so much that he got distracted. But still, as he ordered Lenne to fetch a rag, and taking his wound hand in his own to examine it closely. Shrugging, the teen just bobbed his head slightly, swallowing. Deep? It didn??t hurt too much, just felt like a light scrape. But with that amount of blood, he wasn??t too surprised. Hissing in slight pain as Sinclair started to wrap the wound up, the cloth brushing against the open flesh, making his tremble slightly. Biting his lip, eyes downcast, as Kazuye nodded his arm once again a leash being used to drag him in the right direction. Looking up, he smiled at the older male, ears a slight pink. ??Sorry, distracted.? He mumbled under his breath, the only excuse he was able to give at the moment. But the smile did lighten his mood slightly, a cheerful grin on his own face. The bathroom, quite convenient, being located close to the kitchen as it was, Kazuye mused as looked around the area, slightly distracted, but his attention was pulled back once Sinclair addressed him again. Stand right here? That worked, though the blood was already seeping through the rag that the other had so kindly bandaged up for him. Quickly stepping towards the sink, he unwrapped his wound before sticking his arm right under the fountain of water. A sharp yelp, thought the water was cold, it still hurt so much! The water quickly ran red, as the teen wriggled his fingers, the cold water making them feel numb. Oh well, at least it didn??t hurt anymore? listu
Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Well, the bathroom was quite convenient. Well that??s the way it seemed anyway. But no that??s no the way it was. The master of the house was also a clean freak and as a reminder to his household staff that dealt with food he wanted a bathroom close so they would always remember to wash their hands before they dealt with his food. ??Distracted?? he sighed. ??By what?? he finally asked as he ended his search, standing before a shelf on the other side of the bathroom grabbing a case with a large red cross on it. Obviously it was first aid. Sinclair opened the box and took out the needed necessities. He approached the younger male by the sink, watching for a few as he washed the cut. He turned the water off then reached for a hand towel. Taking Kazuye??s hand into his, he began to dry his hand. Careful he was not to inflict any pain on the other. He dried his hand slowly, making sure the towel absorbed all the water that was on Kazuye??s hand. After the other??s hand was dry, Sinclair began wrapping the bandages around it. Blood had begun to resurface, soaking some of the bandage as Sinclair applied it. He sighed as he finished wrapping the bandage, pinning it together with two small silver clip like things. ??You really did a number on yourself Kazuye?? He smiled as he took Kazuye??s injured hand into both his hands. ??Let??s go do something that doesn??t require any manual labor.? Sinclair suggested with a nod. After all, that was the only reason Kazuye was there in the first place? to service him. He was quite the lazy person and if the opportunity arose, would dip out of any type of work if he could. He didn??t like doing anything that didn??t particularly benefit him. He was more of a laid back, ??I??ll make others do what I don??t feel like doing,?? kind of person. Again, he used the other??s arm like a leash pulling him along out of the bathroom. They slipped passed the kitchen with no problem. It seemed to easy though and Sinclair had to look back periodically to see if they were really in the clear. Always, when the maids knew he was dipping out on them, they would pop out of nowhere to make him come back and help. Today it seemed fortune had shined down upon him as none of them caught onto his plan. Sinclair lead Kazuye upstairs and down the hall. To his room they went and once inside, Sinclair shut and locked his door making sure no one could enter his room without his permission. Finally he released Kazuye??s hand all together as he headed over to his bed. Sitting down, he crossed one leg over the other looking up at the younger male. ??So what kinds of things did you do for fun before you came here?? he asked running his fingers through his silken hair
Thread: Artsies from Val-sensei :3

Some stuff I drew on oekaki 3 I think I'll post some graphix later.
Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

The column drew to a halt, Elrane crouching far from the village, and dropping to a knee. His Second came forward. They're ready sir. The whole column is prepped for the attack. The man said quietly. Elrane nodded, and lifted the iron helm he wore. It was set in with silver, and intricate swirls of lapis lazuli, marking him as an officer in the Bekalites. He settled it onto his head, adn stood, turning to his men. Fill your hands with swords. Kill them all. Though perhaps save a few for the Tenescowri. To help keep them in line. He amended his orders. Slow nods were offered. Elrane drew out eh steel blade at his hip. Long, slender, and made of pale steel, it glinted in the twilight. He turned, and the company fanned out into a ragged double line. They started to trot forward, grins coming t faces at the thought of the slaughter to come. They were within a decent run of the village when an alarm bell was being rung frantically, their approach finally spotted. The bell jarred Cuttle from his sleep. He was on his feet, looking out the window in a moment. He'd not been born with the name Cuttle, but he, like everyone who entered the legion, was given a name to use while in the service. After eight years of service, he didn't know to answer to anything else. Now, after barely a week of living in the viallage he'd called home, he was being called to fight again, this time to defend his home. With a growl, he threw the chets open at the foot of his bed, and reached in. He'd served in the heavy infantry, and would show these attackers the full force of his training. He pulled out he steel plates of his armour, and began to get himself ready. Shard was out of his door barely a minute after the bell had started ringing. Serving as light infantry before returning, his gear was far faster to equip. He saw the leader of the village trying to calm people, and organize them as villagers fled in every direction, but Shard knew it was no good. It was going to be down to every man for themselves. He drew out his short blade, adn ran to meet the enemy coming in. Screams of pain told him they were already starting to kill.
Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

The alarm bell... It rang within the girl's head as she cowered beneath the covers, knowing what the bell meant. Those groups invading the outlying towns had made it into hers... The townspeople weren't exactly sure if it was one big group or a bunch of smaller groups, but either way they weren't prepared. Their infantry was small and down in numbers because of a recent plague that had run through the city killing off a lot of young boys which brought the draft rate way down. The older boys and fathers that remained took up arms and rushed out of their houses. Meanwhile, in the basement, Annabelle was trying to calm the now quivering Ananya, a comforting hand brushing along her form through the comforter shielding her. Annabelle was a sweet, old woman. The kind that every girl loved and every boy did errands and favors for. She had one of those soothing voices and, even though she couldn't see it, Ananya always imagined there was a smile on her features, creasing the wrinkles of wisdom she was sure decorated the woman's face. I know...I know, she said softly, finally pulling the covers off of her and putting her arms over them, staring into the wall on the other side of the bed. There were no windows since it was the basement and the only way to get out from the little room was on a drop-down staircase built into the ceiling with a trap door. What if they find me? Everyone here knows who I am, what I can do, and they treat me like a normal person despite it. If I'm taken by them they'll use me... Imagine having a little tattle-tale of your very own. You would always know who was plotting against you, who was planning to kill you or overthrow you. She shivered and ducked her head down, the woman wrapping and arm around her small frame and holding her close. You hush now. Ain't no one gonna come get you. Not while Annabelle Maye's around, you hear? Ananya looked up smiling and nodded before wrapping her arms around the woman's portly yet soft frame. You'll protect me right? You and Earle and everyone? The woman nodded, she felt it by her shoulder, and whispered into her ear. You're like my own daughter. Ain't no one gonna touch ya.
Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

Elrane rammed his balde into the stomach of a man, before kicking him off the blade. It wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. Villagers were running everywhere, and the Bekalites wasted no time in slaughtering them where they stood. Elrane saw a severed head fly past him, but the head was armoured like one of his men. He snarled as he saw what looked like a member of the legion moving through the scattered masses, killing where he could. The man was dressed lightly, but was cursedly fast, darting in and out of engagements, and leading an ever growing number of his people on. Elrane swung a blow, and that blow took the ear off of a man. He shrieked, adn fell to his knees. Please! Wait! He shrieked. Elrane sneered, and raised his sword. Spare me! I'll take you to the most valuble thing we have in the village! Elrane smiled. Show me. Cuttle stood as his door exploded inwards from a heavy axe blow. Bekalite charged in, but halted as they saw Cuttle. He was a large man, over six feet tall, and easily over three hundred pounds. His form bristled with muscle mass, and was plated in the heavy armour of the shock troops from the Legion. Cuttle gave a roar,and charged, using his hweavy shield to barge through the packed men, laying them down. His long sword slashed exposed throats, and he settled one of them down with a boot to the throat, crunching down to the spine. There was a lot of work to be done tonight. Elrane let the man lead him to a building. Int the basement. She's down there. A seer! He announced. Elrane grinned. A prize indeed. Well then. What use are you then? He asked. The man blanched, and stumbled back a step. Elrane kicked him, knocking him down, and sinking the tip of his blade into the tender muscle of the stomach. The man started to shriek, but Elrane simply slid the blade a little hihgher, slowly opeing a gash in him. He pulled the blade back,adn swiftly made two cuts, crippling the mans knees. You will come with us. And you will meet, the Tenescowri. The look of fear in the man told Elrane that he had heard at least part of the rumours. He kicked the door in, and stepped into the house. Seer! Show yourself! He bellowed.
Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

Ananya felt safe within the elderly woman's arms, but she knew once the siege had reached her hideaway, the woman wouldn't have the strength to protect her. Still, for that moment, in the silence afforded it, she felt like nothing could touch her and fingers instinctually pressed tighter into the woman as if to meld into her, to take as much of the safety as she could. Stay calm now, Ananya. Ain't no one gonna touch ya. She rocked the girl as if she were a little child and, despite being nineteen, she revelled in it and curled up into a tiny ball on the woman's lap, nestling against her ample chest. They're coming. I can feel it... Now, this isn't to say she has the sense of knowing when danger's approaching, but it was more that gut feeling someone gets in moments of pure terror. That feeling that lets them know something bad was going to happen and that feeling was ravaging the girl from head to toe, tensing her muscles and causing her to wince slightly. Annabelle sensed the change in attitude and hugged the girl tighter, shushing softly like a mother would to calm her baby. Moments ticked by...Moments that had the girl's mind reeling with fear for when that dreadful event would come that they came looking for her. Finally it did. Hearing that voice caused her entire body to run cold, mouth going dry as she looked up into Annabelle's featureless face, tears running down the girl's cheeks as the woman slipped from her. You go hide in the closet now. I don't wanna hear a peep out of ya. Annabelle's gonna protect ya. Ananya knew arguing was no use and, if she objected, the woman would just put her in there herself. So, reluctantly, the girl slid from the bed and hurried over to the closet door, opening it and shutting herself in. She listened close at the door for the noises outside of it and the one noise she knew was inevitable...Annabelle's shrill scream before her life was taken. She couldn't let the woman die on account of her. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she allowed that to happen so, in a rush of movement, the girl ran from the closet and hugged Annabelle around the waist. Hide in the closet. If I surrender myself they won't come looking for me and they won't find you. You can slip out once the siege is over. I can't bear to have you killed because of me. They won't hurt me. They need me. Tears soaked the woman's flower print dress, the woman's tears dropping onto the top of Ananya's head. Alright. I can see there's no arguing with ya. Go on now. Ananya smiled and leaned up to kiss the woman's cheek before pulling the drop down staircase from the floor. With heavy and forced steps she walked up the stairs, stopping once she reached the main floor and just standing there, fingers folded at her waist. I'll go quietly... Even though she couldn't see the man's features, his height and figure alone were enough to tell her that he was quite the imposing soldier. She could see the silhouettes of his weapons holstered at his hips, one of which was smeared in a dark grey liquid, blood. She shivered and whimpered softly, fearing what her life was going to be like after this point.
Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

Shard watched as the dor to Ananya's home was kicked in. He charged forward, swinging a blow that opened the neck of a man trying to stop him. The blow carried his sword too far away for a blow on the man in the doorway, but he tucked in his shoulder, and slammed into him. He rolled off, coming to a stand. Elrane smiled at the seer, but it was not a smile that held any mirth. He was jarred forward by a shouhlder, and went sprawling onto the floor. He rolled to his back, adn climbed to his feet, seeing that he'd been hit by someone who looked to be light infantry from the Legion. he grinned, and attacked. Shard parried desperately. he'd left the same time as Cuttle, and hadn't seen Ananya in nearly a decade. But he knew she was a sweet girl, and deserved the chance to escape. Go! Run! Get out of here! He shouted at her. Elrane was easily the better swordsman, and also had reach, weight, and power on his side. Shard was alive solely based on his speed, but he knew it was likely not going to be enough. sparks flew as he parried another heavy blow. Elrane was using his larger blade to keep Shard from making any kind of offensive move.