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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 9 2012, 04:51 PM Post #41 |
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"Y... Yeah..." she stammered, keeping her eyes mostly on the obscured hand. "Maybe someday, I'll..." The discoloration moved past her wrist, inching up her exposed arm. It turned her arm solid black as though the skin had been stolen from the night sky. As soon as the darkness wrapped over her arm became visible, she whipped her hand out of its hiding place and stuffed it behind her back. Saya Sil's throat tightened with her growing distress. When this happened in the forest, she was completely alone - threatened only by the darkness possessing her arm. This strange phenomenon once overtook her entire arm and caused it to strangle her. Fortunately, she overcame its control and escaped, but it followed her like a curse even as far south as Vancorde. New tears spilled from her red eyes. "I should go," she insisted. Saya Sil's lip quivered when she looked in Bryar's direction. He would surely misunderstand and retract the offer to take her sailing, but she couldn't afford to involve another person in this. Whatever she brought into human society, she would have to handle it herself. |
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| Obsidian | Sep 9 2012, 05:55 PM Post #42 |
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Bryar began to notice something was wrong and quickly stood, almost sensing trouble. "Are.. you alright?" he asked, "What's wrong? Why do you want to leave?" He thought about just allowing her to leave, figuring she probably just wanted away from him. Maybe his idea of bringing her sailing made her afraid of me? he thought, I sure didn't mean to sound like I was going to kidnap her. He stepped over towards her, wanting to see if it was maybe something else, "S...Saya Sil..? Do you.. need my help?" |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 9 2012, 06:31 PM Post #43 |
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The sheridan's lip trembled. Without looking, she knew the shadow form had advanced past her elbow. If she didn't act swiftly, the consequences could be dire for herself or for Bryar. "A... Actually, there's... S... S..." she stuttered. "Something wrong with my arm... And I need to be alone. Now." She hopped to her feet without revealing her right arm, now wrapped in darkness like a glove. Her shadow didn't move an inch from its previous sitting position. The girl shoved the arm beneath her white hair to conceal as much as she could and stepped toward the door. Halfway there, however, the arm burst from its hiding place. The jet black fingers clutched desperately at her neck. Once they found their target, the nails began clawing at Saya Sil's throat. With a shriek, she grabbed her solid black arm with her left hand. She managed to hold it an inch at bay, but even that wouldn't hold for long. The arm felt stronger than before; it had already surpassed her left arm in terms of raw strength. "Help me!" she pleaded. The tears fell unrestrained as Saya Sil clutched onto her only hope for survival. |
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| Obsidian | Sep 9 2012, 07:00 PM Post #44 |
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Dynamite
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Bryar moved a few feet closer as she headed for the door. Something seemed very wrong and all his instincts said was that she needed help. But what kind of help? He didn't want her to go yet. Something about her seemed off and whatever it was, he wanted only to try and make it better. He had his chance when her arm seemed to move on its own and looked as if it was trying to attack her. Bryar's thought process took a moment to register before he ran to help. "Hang on!" he cried, rushing to grab her arm. He used his strength to hold it back, gritting his teeth a little. "What.... is.. going on?" he asked to no one in particular. All he knew was this poor girl was in trouble and it was his job to be a savior right now. |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 9 2012, 07:21 PM Post #45 |
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Saya Sil found herself torn between the frightening alternatives before her - succumbing to the will of the shadows controlling her arm and allowing herself to be rescued by a near stranger. The latter didn't sound all that bad, but if he expected her to repay the debt, she doubted she could rise to the occasion. She winced a little at the force exerted on her arm against its fiendish will. The pain and her continued sobs didn't help the situation. "It... It followed me here from the forests to the north," she explained in a near panic. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Am... Am I going to die, Bryar?" The shadow beneath her feet distorted, melding with Bryar's own. A sinister image extended backward behind the man's back: a shadow spread across the floor with a face like that of a jack-o-lantern. The flickering light from the oil lamp made the light spots in the image waver like flames. For a moment, Saya Sil thought the shadows might possess Bryar as well, but his shadow reverted to normal as quickly as it distorted. The dark coating raced down Saya Sil's arm and disappeared. Simultaneously, control returned to her arm. With a gasping breath, she wrapped her free arm over her exposed stomach and pulled back on the restrained arm. Saya Sil's shadow still suggested she was sitting in the corner with its horns plastered low on the wall. At her standing height, the difference was obvious; the lamp's light seemed to pass through her head without hitting any obstacles. The sheridan's shaking eased up in immediate relief. "I thought it was gone, but..." she trailed off. But what? Saya Sil had endangered another person. She probably would have died that night in the woods alone, but was this worth the price of fear? "I think... It's some kind of magic." |
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| Obsidian | Sep 10 2012, 09:04 AM Post #46 |
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All the while, Bryar began to think, wondering just what it was that was happening. Had she been attacked? Cursed? Things like that were definitely not good and he felt horrible that they had to happen to such a sad looking girl. It wasn't right. It wasn't right and right now he just wanted to help. She sounded scared and that scared him as well. At the moment he didn't even care or think about what may happen to him if he got involved. It wasn't his place to worry about himself right now, he figured. It was his job to assist and assist he would. He'd make this poor Saya Sil less scared. He truly believed he could make her happy, if even for a short while. He stood there in patience, trying not to let anything or fear that he was feeling get through. He held her arm back, gritted his teeth, and waited. Once everything had seemed to stop, he released her and stepped back. The entire time he had his gaze fixed on her, not looking at anything else at all. And once it seemed to stop, he managed a small smile. "Don't... worry.." he tried to say, "I want to help you... with.. whatever this is.. Okay?" He finally allowed himself a look around the room, "I won't let you die... if I can help it." |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 10 2012, 06:02 PM Post #47 |
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The sheridan gradually calmed down to a point where she could form sentences without her voice wavering. She crossed both arms over her stomach and sighed. The girl hadn't the energy to fight Bryar's kindness. "You know..." she said quietly. "I've always been frail. It's made life all the more frightening. I never feel safe... But one good thing came of it. If you weren't stronger than me, we might both be dead now." Her eyes retained the somber, downcast gaze, but a faint smile curled onto her lips. Bits of hair stuck to her damp cheeks even as she wiped them clean. "This was all so foolish," she continued. Even Saya Sil couldn't believe she had more to say. "I should never have left home. My mother would know what to do." |
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| Obsidian | Sep 11 2012, 11:23 AM Post #48 |
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Bryar listened in silence and nodded calmly to what she she had to say. The more and more he thought about it, the more he truly really DID believe he could do some good here. If he could help this poor girl then perhaps a whole life of being nothing but a rotten thief would actually be worth something. He slowly put an arm around her, not wanting to scare her but rather trying to comfort her. "Don't you worry," he said softly, "We'll figure this out. I can um.. take care of you for a while if you want. I'm not really sure.. why I wanna do this so badly, but I feel like I NEED to, ya know. You definitely need someone.. and I'm here." He smiled kindly at her kindly to finish. |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 11 2012, 07:01 PM Post #49 |
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Saya Sil fidgeted at Bryar's touch and sidestepped away from the arm. With a safer distance between them, she balled her fists against the sides of her head. "Please, don't touch me," she pleaded. The kindness was certainly welcome, but a lifetime of anxiety couldn't be overcome that easily. If appreciation or willpower were sufficient to break the spell of fear, Saya Sil would have done so long ago. She pictured her mother, but time blurred her memory of the woman's face. Would she even recognize Saya Sil? The possibility of rejection from her own flesh and blood tightened and twisted her stomach. Adding the potential consequences of abandoning her work in Vancorde for this homeward journey, she could hardly resist the urge to scream. Saya Sil withheld that; after denying Bryar any recognition for his patience, that might truly be the last straw. "Th... Thank you..." she whispered with her gaze on her feet. Only one problem remained: her summer savings. The money wouldn't be safe in the woods during an extended trip. Though she hadn't planned on sharing it with Bryar, he deserved compensation for the trouble. If he changed his mind and decided not to accompany her, she would at least repay him for the room. Saya Sil wanted to explain this verbally, but she simply couldn't. Her lips remained sealed like cold, iron gates. At least the expression of gratitude was a healthy start. |
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| Legend Blueshard | Sep 11 2012, 09:43 PM Post #50 |
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Event Complete Saya Sil advanced to level 5. Bryar advanced to level 1. |
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