Akkey Out of Purgatory

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Pitch: Pitch stumbled into Purgatory after getting the message from the scout. He had been wandering just west of the Wild West and Wilder West Border. He simply figured that Akkey was with Treepelt or Clover.
He kept walking the greyness made him slightly dizzy but kept walking thinking of Akkey. The air seemed more stale here. It reminded him one of the first times he had been here. There was a person a few yards off.
“Akkey?” He walked quicker to get to her. “Akkey, what are you doing down here?”
Akkey: “Oh thank gods, you’re finally here.” she sighed and leaned back on the wall, obviously fatigued from the period she’s been down in Purgatory, “Hel dragged me down here, refused to let me go and told me plenty of interesting things. But before that…”
She cracked an eye open and looked pointedly at her father, “I know what you’ve been doing for the past ten years. I think I deserve to hear the truth from my own father.
Pitch: He nodded and scratched the back of his head. “oh.” Pitch took a deep breath then lowered himself to the ground, preparing himself for the long conversation. 
"But love works in mysterious ways. I had came to help under the order of the leader in town. And when I saw your mother standing over a burnt down barn. She was so pretty, even though her ears were down around her face and there were tears just rolling down. It made me want to kill who ever had done that to her. When she had told me it was her soon to be husband who was responsible." 
"Well I about pulled her away and married her that minute to make sure she would always be safe away from that man. Anyway I did convince her to run away with me a few days later. and she did. And then Maya and you came along. It was perfect. Then…” Pitch smiled and it quickly faded.
“then one day the prince came to get his wife. Dead or alive.” Pitch coughed. “And you know the rest.” 
He paused and looked towards Akkey, “So you know I got locked up, well one say one of the guards had found me moving the water. When I was presented to the Prince he decided to keep. Saying I was a secret weapon. They limited my water. But all it takes is a drop and you have the whole world." 
"Anyway one of the many trips down to Purgatory I was told by a mysterious voie that one of you was alive and if I got the souls, it would give me information on my family. It was the best news I think I could have ever heard. So I got to work. I started pulling and bringing simple things into Purgatory and soon caught on. I remember my first soul. He was a frail thing.” 
Pitch tutted to himself, “I had gotten a number of souls for her when she let me know where you were. It seemed to take me years.” He licked his lips before standing and pacing. “Then I came here and I saw a need. Not really thinking but giving Hel more souls. I am sorry.”
Akkey: She breathed in deeply and wriggled, trying to more comfortably on the ground, "Wow… that’s a lot to process. Mother was married to someone else…”
“I would be angry… I want to be angry. You kept all this a secret from me, tricked my friends and my King on my expense. My gods, this should be infuriating. But I can’t be…” she opened her eyes wearily, watching him pace.
“That voice, Father, was the deity Hel herself. She needs souls for her army. She’s gathering as many as she can, because Ragnarok is coming. She is one of the gods who has a chance at surviving.”
“And now…” she bit her lip, hesitant, “We have to keep the portal to Purgatory open… for any of the souls for the Rebellion. I need to tell them about Ragnarok, and anyone who wants to be Hel’s ally… we have to give them access.”
She looked up at Pitch pleadingly, “We have to do this, Father, because… because just like Hel led you to me… she can lead us to Maya.”
Pitch: Pitch rubbed his head. Hel had been behind this? “Maya? Maya is… she’s alive? But the voice… I mean said there was only one of you…” He sat back down. “Akkey… I’m not sure I want you part of this…”
Akkey: She stared at him, eyes flashing, “You left me for ten years without so much a ‘hello’, doing the same thing, using trickery and lies, at that! And you might not want me to be a part of this?”
She struggled to stand, leaning heavily on the rocky wall, “I find out that my sister, whom I thought was dead, is alive somewhere in this world and I can finally see her and you think you won’t let me? Who gave you the right?!”
Pitch: He sighed. “And risk you being hurt? And lose you again? To Hel… because once you help her you’re stuck with her!” Pitch muttered profanities under his breath. “Akkey, I know I can’t stop you. I’ll help you if you truly want to… I’ll help.” He shook his head. “Exactly how long have you been down here?”
Akkey: “Who knows,” she snorted quietly, “Time has always been irrelevant down here. One of the things I hate about this place…”
“There’s no contract, Father,” she tried to explain, “I’m not ‘stuck’ with her. She’s giving us a chance to find Maya, and we don’t even have to sacrifice anyone. We can tell everyone the truth, that this is all for Ragnarok, and let them decide their own fates. Our only job is to keep the pathways open.”
“This is such a great opportunity… don’t you want to find Maya? We can be together again! Who knows… maybe Mother is alive, too!” her eyes had a faraway look, excited at the possibility.
“I won’t get hurt. You won’t lose me… and I won’t lose you. I promise I’ll be careful. I just want my sister back.”
Pitch: “I know you you do.” He laid a hand on her shoulder, “but do you think this is the only way we could get to Maya. By telling your friends to join with Hel?” His head was beginning to hurt. The voice was echoing in his head to just accept what Akkey was saying. But he knew Hel, it made deals… and sometimes it didn’t go through…
Akkey: She tried to brush his hand off, but Purgatory has been steadily draining her. She could see it taking effect on her father, too, “They have a choice! They don’t have to go!”
"How else could we find her? Scouring the country by ourselves? That would take years!  What if… what if something happens! Our best chance is Hel…"
"Even if we don’t do it, we’re up against a deity here…” she mumbled.
Pitch: "OKAY FINE!" He raised his voice and threw his hands in the air. "Fine, we will do this." He gritted his teeth and put a hand on his ear hoping to keep the voices quiet enough. "How long and how many?"
Akkey: "As many as we can… she wants the entire camp, but I doubt everyone will go." she almost whined, like a little child, "And we have until Ragnarok. I don’t know exactly when… I’m hoping not for a while."
She turned away. Akkey didn’t want to admit it, but she was afraid. She knew what she was doing was one the most idiotic things she could do, but the offer was too sweet to pass. She missed her sister greatly; she knew that giving the rebels “a choice” was just a moral excuse. She wanted to put off telling everyone about it for as long as she could… but in truth, she didn’t know if she had that luxury.
Pitch: He closed his eyes. The entire camp was a lot of people and not knowing when the deadline was. Well that just seems like a disaster. “Akkey if there is no deadline… How do you know when Hel will give you information? It could take years… Take it from someone who knows.” Pitch looked down at his feet feeling guilty again about 10 years going away. And now maybe Maya was alive. What would that take another 10 years? To many things could happen in 10 years…
Akkey: "It’ll probably still be faster than anything we could possibly hope to achieve." she turned away and crossed her arms. Her father had a point, but she was dead set on finding Maya and there was no way she would let up… not now that she knew that her Father went through the same process.
"I admit that there are too many unknowns, but with Ragnarok coming like this, wouldn’t it be better if everyone had a fighting chance? Wouldn’t you try with every fibre of your being to find your other daughter and spend what little time you have left with her?"
Pitch: "I would do anything to have all three of my girls…" Pitch never thought he said truer words. He looked up at Akkey. "Its a stress. Fishing for souls. I don’t know if you remember that or not."
Hel: "Glad to hear it!" Hel suddenly said, appearing in the sky above them. "Well my dear you certainly did the trick, that little puddle you made came just in time. I got my souls, and Haddock got his safety." she sighed contentedly. "Now…your work is not done. But, as for what was promised." she turned to Pitch. "Your daughter, Maya, she’s married to a doctor in the Wildwest named Hunter. Alive…and well."
Hel clicked her tongue. “Now if you want her to stay that way you’ll keep doing my work. No don’t take that as a threat and loose the bitch faces dearies.” Hel chided. “Ragnorok and the world wide war will do the killing for me. However, if you keep helping me I will extend my divine hand and make sure she never sees the battlefield. If you excell in your work, I will do the same for you, ensuring that you all get together happily again.”
Akkey: Akkey raised an eyebrow, wondering for a moment what in Hel’s name the deity was talking about. But after a moment of thought, she remembered that little practice run she did before her father found her. So I didn’t imagine Haddock through the water, then…
"Wait… Hunter?" she racked her brains for the reason why that name sounded so familiar, "Hunter… Hunter…"
Her eyes widened as she realized, “Hunter… the doctor that took off my ears. She’s married to him…”
"She was so close…" she breathed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "My gods, she was so close." 
Her shoulders shook, the relief and happiness washing over her in waves. She nodded wordlessly in response to Hel, uncaring of anything else. She knew where her sister was, she was alive and that’s all that mattered.
Pitch: Pitch clenched his hands into fists. “Hold on.” His tired brain was finally free of voices and starting to put things together. “Maya and Akkey. They will never see the battlefield, IF we do this.” His eyes lifted to Hel’s. “Akkey will work but she will not be there for the final battle.”
Hel: Hel raised a killer eyebrow. "Oh really? You see there is just a small teeny tiny problem like that and it goes along the lines of I OWN YOU!” she yelled, and then settled. “Look, if you two want to go out and fight Orskaf’s first regiment then feel free, you don’t have to stay here, I just thought you may want a safe haven.” Hel folded her arms. “Also, final battle, really? As if this was story book. No, your rebellion will be beyond lucky if it even survives the first battle between morals, to say nothing of when the gods really turn the earth into their personal playground.”
She rubbed her hands together, thinking. “Here’s the deal. Odin operate on grand armies, I operate on me. The more souls you get me, the stronger I become…duh. Odion has his own way of recruitment, with papers and diplomacy. And Daddy…yeish, you don’t want him coming after you. Either way, I prefer a more direct approach.”
“So Pitch…Akkey…I need you, to start sucking as many people who are not yet enlisted by another god into purgatory. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter who. Just get a lot of them. I’ll talk to them myself, and then send them on their merry way…only I have their soul naturally. Think of it this way, instead of being a fisher your more like a…tornado, or whirlpool. So!” she clapped her hands. “Chop chop, get those portals working and start sucking the bastards in. Exceed my expectations and it will not only keep Maya and yourselves alive, but it just may save your rebellion.”    
Pitch: Pitch shook his head and gritted through his teeth. “Its hard enough to fish…”    
Its for Maya. We’re doing this for Maya. Pitch growled and started walking away. Own me. Ha. I would have ended up here anyway. ”We’ll get your damned souls.”
"AKKEY! You find Maya and start there. I’ll start back on the other side of the Wilderwest. We’ll meet back at camp later." He turned and raised an eyebrow at Hel challenging her to speak anything about his plan. Before he nodded and dropped a thing of water making a portal and stepping through.
Akkey: Akkey nodded. She didn’t say anything, didn’t look at either of them. She knew where her sister was and that’s where she was headed. She put out a hand and a portal appeared underneath her. Hel must have placed it there when she wasn’t looking. She sank through it and disappeared.
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Akkey: Akkey heaved herself over the edge of her makeshift portal, gasping for air. Gods, I hate Purgatory… I’m always so tired.
The puddle froze underneath her, turning back to snow, and she rolled over onto her back, breathing heavily. She replayed her encounter with Hel in her head, and she brought her hand to her mouth, choking back a sob. Maya’s alive… my sister is alive. And I know where she is.
Blunt: Blunt was almost at the fortress, so close to checking to see if Stonegit was ok…and then he saw Akkey. Throwing on the breaks, Blunt stopped dead. “Akkey!” he said. “Oh thank goodness you’re alright!” he ran over and scooped her up in a hug, setting her down quickly. “Gods Haddock botgdbe worried sick about you. I’m on my way to him now. Care to come with?”
Akkey: You should go with him. Haddock should know what you’re up to.
"Blunt…" she closed her eyes for a bit before opening them again. The ground started spinning underneath her suddenly, and she was still weak from her trip down below, "M-maybe. How… how long have I been gone?"
Blunt: "A week, maybe a little more." Blunt answered, helping her stay on her feet. "Come on, you should get some rest."
Akkey: "Crap," she mumbled under her breath, talking to herself. She almost forgot that Blunt was still there, "No, I don’t have time. I have to leave soon. I should tell Haddock…"
Blunt: "At least stay the night, get food, get sleep, get packed. The King has been…out of it. And I fear it just got worse today. I’ll tell you what’s happened as soon as I hear it from him." Blunt said, putting an arm around her. "Now come on, let me get you to a place you can rest."
Akkey: Rest sounds wonderful… she thought to herself, but out of the corner of her eye a memory flashed. It was the same figure, dark hair with thin hands clasped around her books. The very same who “took care” of her the first time she came from Purgatory, when she “rested”, and ended up possessing her. Her breath hitched and she flinched. Not now…
She tried to shrug his arm off but failed. “No, I don’t need rest. I’m fine.” she lied. How many times has she used that excuse? She concentrated on what Blunt had just told her, “What do you mean ‘out of it’? Get worse how?”
Blunt: Blunt hissed through his teeth. “Let’s just say the world is ending and my granddaddy said hi to the Haddock. And you not needing sleep is bull, you look exhausted. Besides, what else are you going to do? Go on a great journey tired and with nothing but the cloths on you back. Nuh uh, nope, can’t happen.”
Akkey: "Huh, don’t recall you ever talking about your grandfather… you got the world ending part right, though, " she said, "I don’t want to sleep. The last time I slept coming straight from Purg I got…" she trailed off, trying to bury the painful memories. She shuffled towards the fortress, tripping in the process.
Blunt: Blunt caught her again, and then sighed, hoisting her over his back. “Oh come on. You know I’m untrustworthy but the thing is you know what kind of untrustworthy I am. My kind of untrustworthy is stealing looks, kisses, and lying to get my way. I’m hardly the evil possess people for kicks type.” he fell silent as they walked. “My grandfather is dangerous,” he finally said. “If you ever meet a mean looking old man named Orskaf, run."
Akkey: Her surroundings turned when he picked her up as another dizzy spell passed. She opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it and clenched her fists, “That’s what I thought about Hemlock…”
She raised an eyebrow, “Why would you say that?”
Blunt: "Ehh," Blunt said, shrugging his shoulders. "He was…is…now I guess, abusive, to put it…bluntly" he turned his head, giving a smile and a thumbs up. "Yeah? No? Ok never mind. Anyway, I go more bruises from him than all of my fighting lessons combined. Also, by the way, I am shocked and offended that you would compare me to Hemlock. If you are going to accuse me of ill intentions at least suggest that I may just be doing all this to seduce you."
Blunt held up a finger. “Not the case mind you. For now the very fibers of my heart belong to a man of surpassing beauty and adorableness. So no worries,” he added.  
Akkey: "Nope…" she hid a smirk behind him, "Alright, thanks for the warning. And I’m not saying that. I trusted her and she put that valkyrie in me. I’m just… afraid. I don’t want it to happen again… I still have nightmares about it."
She sighed, shivering against the cold wind, “So? Who is this man of surpassing beauty and adorableness that I must express my sympathies to?”
Blunt: "Hey, hey, hey, easy does it, that smarts," Blunt said, quirking an eyebrow. "I’m a catch and you know it. I think I’ll keep his name to myself for now, but…" he reached up, sqeezing her hand. "Akkey, I’m going to keep you safe while you’re here. That you can trust. You don’t know me well, and I am a scoundrel. But I am no monster."
He opened the door to a side room, heaving a sigh as he sat her on a bed. “Alright. Now watch this,” he trotted back into the hall, pulling aside a guard. “Hello my good sir,” he said. “Just wanted to inform you that Akkey is back safe and sound, please tell as many people as you can.”
"Um…" the guard said. "Right, of course, on my way."
Blunt turned to Akkey, spreading his arms. “Ta daa! You can no longer be manipulated and hidden by someone because now everyone will know you are here.”
Akkey: "Sure, whatever," His hand was warm against her cold fingers. She was extremely grateful. In the weeks that she got to know him, she knew that Blunt had a good heart under the careless flirting.
She watched him as he spoke to the guard. She wanted to stop him, she didn’t want people to believe that she was back when she was leaving again as soon as she spoke to Haddock. But she let it slide, the sentiment was there. It was too late anyway. The guard was gone.
She sighed and stared at her feet, her hair falling forward, revealing the scars where her ears once were, “Thank you.”
Blunt: Blunt gave a small smile and carefully knelt by her bed, taking her hand in both of his. “I know I just met you, and that I have proved to be suspicious, and that I am in love with another. But if you’ll permit me Akkey, I would just like to say you have probably been one of the most singular and spectacular people I have been graced with meeting.” he stood. “And you’re welcome, get some rest.”
Akkey: She stared down at him. No one has ever complimented her so warmly like that before, and it was a foreign thing to her. She felt pricks behind her eyes, and she clenched her fists under his hand to stop them from appearing. She forced a grin, “You’re sure you didn’t practice that line beforehand?”
Blunt: Blunt thought about that. “Not really,” he said. “Not from one friend another in any case.”
Akkey: She tiredly flopped over to her side, not bothering to reach for a pillow or take her boots off. She laughed, muffled, “I’m glad to be friends with the guy who automatically assumed my name was Caroline upon their first meeting.”
Blunt: “Well you gotta admit it was a good guess,” Blunt said, taking off her boots and tucking her in. “Sleep well cheif."
Akkey: "Not even close…” she mumbled. By the time Blunt closed the door behind him, she was fast asleep.
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