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Thread: Of Elves and Magic

Mikeal was happy to see that hardly anyone payed attention to him, and those that did smiled and waved hello before hurrying on their way. Perhaps everyone was just to busy to notice he was half human, but it was nice not be insulted for once. It put him in a better, friendlier mood. Which was why when he saw a cloaked figure coming down upon a very frail looking elf girl he had did not even hesitate to step in. All she heard was the clash of metal, Mikeal's longsword swinging around to intercept the blow. I wouldn't do that, not if I were you. He said slowly, and swung his blade to push the attacker back. You have two options, run now, or die at the end of my blade. Mikeal moved around his opponent, blade angled upward at the man's throat. His stance was a clear indication he knew what he was doing and he only held his sword in one hand. His other hand was more used to holding a shield, and took a similar position to that, only slightly shifted to be used for catching if need be. I do not know what your quarrel is with this woman but there is no reason to attack an unarmed, and quite clumsy lady. I suggest you leave now, lest you end up taking option two.
Thread: Of Elves and Magic

Fima eyes were firmly clenched shut when she heard the sound of metal striking metal, with a heavy amount of force. She peaked between her arms when she was sure she wasn't in any kind of pain. Her savior stood in front of her, she was ecstatic that someone had come to her rescue. She watched on though, because she knew the scene wasn't over. There would be more to what was going on than just one attack. She listened as the man who had saved her spoke but her head dropped a little as he called her clumsy. It was a rough life being known as an uncoordinated elf. Her elegance and grace made most humans look like bumbling idiots but to the rest of her kind she was a clutz, it made her an easy target to be made fun of. The man held his blade between himself and the blade of Mikeal. You should mind your own business half-breed. You're of no use to me, step aside and we'll spare your life. Almost immediately after the man who was clearly a human male judged from the tone of his voice and the width of his chest, had finished speaking similar sounds, yells and shouts to what was going on hear broke out in several places of the village. His mouth was covered but you could tell by the movement of his eyes that he was smirking underneath his mask. Fima jumped to her feet when she regained her composure. She positioned herself behind Mikeal, peeking around him at her attacker. She was nervous and scared as she realized the severity of the situation. Easily described as panicked Fima tried hard to clear her mind and to think of a way out of the situation, a thousand images flying through her head at once made it much more difficult.
Thread: Of Elves and Magic

Mikeal's eyes narrowed as the man insulted him. We? He said, and knew what he meant at the sounds of screaming. He wouldn't be able to track the others down without someone getting hurt, he could only hope these elves knew how to defend themselves better then this girl behind him. No, I do not think I shall step inside for a barbaric human to do as he wishes with a defenseless woman. If you don't retreat I will cut you down now, or better yet. He said, and lunged forward again the man. He had the advantage with the length of the sword and favored a thrusting motion as to not give the man an advantage on speed. The mysterious man blocked his blade with a quick swing and went to stab as he moved in for the kill. Mikeal deflected the blade with his wirst guard and swung around, stabbing the man in the side with a quick thrust, and kicked him back. The man charged again, a bit desperate but was only met with a blade through the gut to finish him off. Mikeal kicked him to the ground, kneeling to wipe the man's blood off his blade with his robe, and then sheathed his sword, turning to the young elven girl. Are you alright? It's a good thing I came when I did. He walked to her and gave her a quick look over. I better go and see if I can't save anyone else, better get somewhere safe. He said, and ran off down the street to find the trouble.
Thread: Rp with me?

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Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Stumbling through the woods on a rainy night, Christian struggled to remain conscious, bleeding heavily from a stab wound in his chest. It had been about a day since the disaster, and he managed to get away from his pursuers. Finally out of energy, he fell to his knees and his vision became blurry. His life began to flash before his eyes. For as long as he could remember, Christian had belonged to a secret society of assassins. He never knew his parents, he assumed they were long dead. He was raised by his master and became a killing machine. Through years of rough training, he mastered the art of being a deadly assassin, killing without anyone knowing who did it. He took countless lives, all flawlessly, all for the greater good of preventing large conflicts....or so he was told. Then a couple of days ago, the leader of the organization was overthrown by the man who taught Christian everything he knew. The truth came out and all of the lives he took were only to fuel his masters goal of taking over countries with ease. After a long battle, the majority of the people who opposed his master were killed, and Christian managed to get away, but was seriously injured. Finally collapsing on he ground, he awaited the kiss of death. His vision went black, everything around him grew cold, and he could barely hear anything. The final things that went through his head were the faces of all of the people he killed. Were they really killed for the greater good? Did he only kill them in cold blood for his master? Soon, all of those thoughts disappeared as he finally lost consciousness, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Natasha had been out checking her gardens when she heard something moving in the brush. Frowning, she armed herself with a rather lethal looking bow and went to check on the situation. Whatever it was was moving slowly, so it was likely that it was wounded. Usually, though, larger wild life like deer and the like stayed away from her little house in the woods. She'd gone off grid for peace and quiet, and she'd gotten it in the little glen where she'd built her home. She'd contracted people to help her build as quietly and covertly as possible. There was even a water system here to help her. She went without electricity at the moment, but she was working on solar panels and wind energy. She farmed and hunted for herself here, relying on as few people as possible to give her what she needed--only going into the cities when absolutely necessary. People rarely came her way in return. So she was quite understandably shocked when she saw a young man dying just beyond her home. Once the initial shock of the sight wore off, she rushed to his side, finding the cause of all the blood rather quickly. You'll be alright, she said, though she knew he was unconscious. I'll be right back. About an hour or so later, she had him in her home, stitched up, bandaged, and cleaned. He was currently resting in her bed, but she didn't mind now that he was cleaned up. She'd removed most of his clothes, leaving him as much modesty as she could, to see if he was injured elsewhere, and to get rid of all the blood. They were currently soaking in the sink she used to wash her clothes. Relieved that he still had vital signs, she set to making up a hearty meal for him. The blood loss would be quite noticeable. Once she was finished, she set to cleaning her house because at this point, she needed something to keep her busy. The poor man in her room wouldn't get better any faster if she hovered around him, and though it might be nice to have someone to wake up to, she wasn't sure if he was dangerous yet. So for now, she kept him in her room--the door open--as she cleaned, working hard to get rid of any remaining blood.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Christian woke up to the smell of food cooking. That was probably the only thing that made him happy in his life, to enjoy his next meal. He slowly opened his eyes only to see that he was in someone's room, and that his chest didn't hurt anymore. Panicking for a moment, he tried to get out of bed only to feel the pain again and see that his wound had been bandaged. He relaxed a little knowing that he was most likely not in the enemy's hands, the room looked a little too relaxing to be a prison or anything. So there was one more question remaining in his head, who was his savior? He tried once more to get out of bed, stomaching the pain this time, he was able to get out of bed and began moving around. Unable to see his things he started to wonder more about where he was. Maybe he was found by someone, but they were contacting the authorities because they found his weapons. He then faintly remembered dropping a few of his things to lighten his load and to lead his pursuers on the wrong path, but he couldn't remember how much he got rid of. It was more of something he began to wonder than worry. If he got rid of all of his weapons, he would need to find something nearby to improvise. Deciding to finally see where he was, he stepped out of the room. It was still difficult to move due to his injury, so he moved slowly and did his best to remain quiet so that nobody would notice him. Once out of the room, he looked around seeing that it was just a cozy looking home. It reminded him of a cozy little home he went to, although it was to kill the person that owned the home. Just thinking about what he did brought painful memories, now knowing that everyone he killed was most likely innocent. Shrugging of his painful memory, he wanted to know who it was that saved him and if he should be suspicious of this person. Hello? He shouted cautiously.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

She heard the voice of a man shouting to her and stopped scrubbing her charge's clothes. Drying her hands, Natasha unrolled the sleeves of her blouse. Hello? She returned, walking out of the laundry room and into the main room. She saw him standing outside her bedroom and rushed over to him. Hey, you shouldn't be walking around just yet. You've lost a lot of blood! Her expression was obviously full of worry as she came toward him. You should be resting. She didn't touch him, stopping just a few feet short. He didn't appear to be dangerous, though he certainly had a body capable of violence. Then again, everyone was. Come and sit down, she said, leading him a little further out and into the kitchen. That chest wound was pretty impressive, so don't strain yourself too much. I stitched it up pretty well, but it could still reopen. She nodded and got him some water. Here, drink up. She waited until he'd had some until she took a deep breath. I feel like I should introduce myself before we get to far ahead of ourselves. My name is Natasha. I found you when I was checking out my gardens, and brought you back to my house. I don't get many visitors here, so I'm a little out of sorts. I've got stew going on my stove, so that should be ready soon, too. She paused here, obviously flustered. I'd ask how you're feeling, but given your condition I can guess. I'm washing your clothes, she added, figuring he'd wonder about those. There was a brief awkward pause before she remembered to ask, So, who are you?
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

When he first saw the woman approach him, he couldn't deny that he found the woman to be very attractive. He didn't get to see very many women, and when he did, they were either targets or instructors. Sadly most of them were much older than him at the time. When she came towards him, he flinched out of instinct. Whenever someone unfamiliar approached him, it was usually to attack him. When he realized he was in a stance, he quickly went back to just standing there, hoping she wouldn't notice. He slowly followed her into the kitchen, not really saying anything. He was never really a talker. If it were training, he would be punished for talking out of place, but when she gave him the cup of water, he gratefully drank it up and said Thank you. He had never really experienced this kind of behavior before, not from anyone. People were either serious with him, or they were afraid of him. There was never any sense of caring when he interacted with others, it made him a bit uncomfortable experiencing this new feeling. She didn't mention his weapons, so he most likely got rid of them all while running away. That at least answered that question. When she asked him who he was, he wondered what to tell her for a moment. He couldn't simply say he was an assassin, running from a man that killed everyone he knew. He knew was trained to get out of situations like these, but honestly, it never came up out on the field. This was his first human interaction that wasn't related to his profession. I'm Christian. I was on a trip and I got attacked by some punks. I managed to fight them off, but one of them got a good hit on me with his knife. I didn't have money to go to a hospital, so I tried to walk it off. I guess this is where I ended up because of that decision. Even he knew it was a bad excuse, but it was the best excuse he had. It didn't matter anyways, if he stayed much longer then she'll end up dead. Thank you for your kindness, but I should be on my way. Can you please return my belongings? He asked as he tried to get up, but there was a shock of pain that forced him to sit back down and reach for his wound in pain
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Well Christian, I don't really have electricity here yet. I'm working on it, but that means that your clothes won't be dry for a few hours, she said, not buying his story for a minute. He was in trouble and he didn't want her to get involved. That was fine, but she was already involved. Besides, with an injury like that he wouldn't get far before he needed to stop again. When he tried to get up, she saw the pain that shot through him. Really, you shouldn't push yourself, Christian. Just rest here for awhile okay? That wound isn't exactly small. And you've lost a lot of blood. You wouldn't make it far before you collapsed, and I just can't have that on my conscience. She smiled and then went to her oven, pulling out the big pot with some potholders from nearby. The wonderful aroma of cooked meat and vegetables filled the air as she lifted the lid. Have some stew, rest awhile. You're safe here. She smiled and got a large bowl down, filling it with the freshly made stew. She grabbed a spoon, sprinkled the stew with salt and set it in front of him. The least you can do is eat for me.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

She was right, he was in no condition to go anywhere, but he didn't want her any more involved than she already was. Even if his pursuers gave up on him, he felt like he had to finish the job. Knowing that his master could be putting his plan into motion already, it made him uneasy knowing that he was only a puppet this whole time. Then it hit him, he felt useless. He was injured, hungry, tired, weak. In the past, he was able to find a way out, whether it was to trick to captor and catch him off guard, or find small ledges to climb up from and continue climbing until there's a way out. There was no captor to trick, nothing to climb. He was backed into a corner, and didn't know how to get out. His master fooled him from the start, and everything he ever knew was a lie. The smell of food did calm him down a little though. He couldn't remember the last time he ate anything home cooked. When Natasha brought him a bowl of stew and a spoon, he began digging in. It was hot, but it didn't matter to him, it was delicious. Once he was finished, he mumbled another Thank you, and held his bowl wanting seconds.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

You're welcome, she said, sipping some water from the counter. It was pretty clear this wouldn't be enough for him though. Besides, she really should be pushing food and water on him. She refilled his glass, took his bowl and refilled it before giving them back. I have to finish scrubbing your clothes so I can get out the blood stains. I think you're better off with a new shirt, but until I can get you one, I'll just stitch that up for you. When I come back from hanging up your clothes, I expect that second bowl to be gone. She gave him a stern look and then walked out of the kitchen, back to her laundry. She wondered what kind of man he was--what he'd really been caught up in that he was so worried about. For the time being, though, it was best to just let him work it through himself. Besides, she had no right sticking her nose into his business. She kept herself busy, scrubbing the stains out of his clothes before she rinsed them out, wringing them out for all she was worth. She put them in a basket and went outside to hang them up on her clothes lines. When she was done, she came back to the kitchen, wondering if perhaps he'd done what she asked.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

He simply nodded his head and grumbled a bit when she gave him a stern look. Most people that talked to him like that were either his superiors or someone he was going to kill soon. He wasn't sure how to look at her. She didn't make him do any work, and she didn't give him any reason to wan to hurt her. She was just a beautiful woman that decided to help him in his time of need. Once Natasha left, he continued eating his food, thinking about the woman who saved his life. Once she returned, his bowl was empty, and was washing it down with the glass of water. He looked up at her, his face a little red. Thank you for helping me. Is there anything I can do to repay you? He said to her, almost mumbling. It wasn't like him to offer help to someone else, but she helped him so much already. He knew it wasn't right to simply take everything she had given him and run off. At least, he hoped he could do something even with his bad injury.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Poor guy. He really was in a spot. He clearly didn't know how to relax, either. For now, you can go back to bed and rest. You need to regain your energy, and the best way to do that is sleep. You'll be taking it pretty easy around here for awhile, but I'm sure I can find something for you to help me with. She smiled softly and took his bowl from him, rinsing it out and setting it aside to wash later with her own. She filled it and got herself a glass of water too. If you want to look around the house, I don't mind. You're already in my bed, after all. Just don't push yourself, okay? With that she leaned back into her chair and started in on her stew, pleased with the way it turned out. Tomorrow, maybe you can help with my solar panel project. It wasn't really labor intensive--he could do it in bed if necessary. But now, she wanted him to sleep off most of the pain--she was sure he would be feeling it for quite awhile.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

He nodded and stood up. He suddenly felt tired. It must've come from everything he had been through, the lack of time to relax, the intense guilt he felt when the truth of his profession was revealed. Making his way to her room he turned back and gave Natasha a weak smile. Thanks again. He began to think to himself as he went into the bedroom. Had it really been that long since he last smiled? It just felt so odd to make that facial expression, was he really that much of a robot? All of these thoughts just hit him harder and harder, his life no longer had much meaning to it. Lost in his thoughts, he lost his balance and fell flat on his front. He landed on his chest and the pain rushed to him like never before. DAMMIT ALL!!! He shouted, trying to get up, but he didn't have the strength to life himself. It was painful to be in the position he was in, and it was even more painful to know how worthless he felt. One of the top assassins, now struggling to get up after falling over.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

She returned the smile, feeling sorry for him. He must have been through a lot. She was just starting on her stew when she heard a rather loud thud and his frustrated cursing. Rather than leave him there, however, she set down her spoon and rushed in. Are you alright? Natasha was by his side in an instant, gently rolling him over to his back, looking down at him from her knees. Her red hair fell around them as she checked to see if his wound had opened again. Thankfully it hadn't. Her blue eyes locked with his and she sighed in relief. Well, I imagine you're probably embarrassed, but you shouldn't be. It's kind of a miracle you were up and walking around at all in your condition. So she got up and reached down for his hands, pulling him back up and guiding him to her bed. Call me if you need anything, Christian. I won't be far. With that, she left him alone to deal with his feelings on his own. She closed the door a little so he could have more privacy, and then dug into her stew, wondering what she should do about him.
Thread: The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

It was embarrassing for his to have to be rescued like that. He took her hand and got into the bed. After she left, he felt this rush of anger running towards him. Where did it all go wrong? He was satisfied with his life. His targets knew to fear him. His comrades respected him. It wasn't paradise, but he was satisfied. Then his mentor decided to turn the tables on him, and now he was nothing more than a weakling. It made him want to go on a rampage. Killing, it seemed to be all he was good for. Just a soulless killer, and now that he was tossed aside, he had no purpose anymore. At least there was something good he found in all of this. If this never happened, he probably would've never met Natasha. She helped him and cared for him, and they barely knew each other. And she was so beautiful. Her soft red hair against his cold shaved head. Her beautiful blue eyes locked on to his soulless brown eyes. He started feeling warm inside thinking about her, thoughts of her made him feel......happy. As his eyes grew heavy, he found it a little easier to fall asleep, keeping only thoughts of Natasha in his head.