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Post by »Míríel« on Aug 1, 2009 15:59:32 GMT -4
Miriel wandered through the cemetery, each tombstone another person, each step another step toward reality. There was a larger tombstone with an angel enraved on it with the words : "Here lays Aradur
Light guardian of times past." Miriel looked at the stone for a moment before her head bowed. Here was a destination that she had never hoped to reach. The death of her father. Beside it was her mothers grave also. " So much death in one place.." Her eyes were shaded by darkness as a tear streamed down her pale cheek. Her legs collapsed as she fell to the floor of the pathway her body was like a crumpled flower on the ground. One that was beaten down by the rain of life. As if by queue rain started falling from the sky and beat the ground with little fits of fury. " Why did you have to leave me?" She muttered with choked words. " Why?" Her form remained on the ground for a moment longer before she shakily picked herself up. Standing up she wiped her eyes and tilted her head toward the sky, Letting the sky do the crying for her. |
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Post by denduren on Aug 1, 2009 16:21:09 GMT -4
Bael was out walking around the cemetery during this night. Though, you really couldn't call it night because it was always dark here. Bael walked between tombstones with his sword dragging behind him. 'He was dumb.' He thought to himself as he eyed a tombstone, 'He was full of himself.' He tought once more as he eyed another tombstone. Everytime he looked at tombstone, he remembered who they were and what they were like, 'He was generally a nice guy. Him.... He was an asshole, I shoulda killed him.' He smirked at his demented thoughts. 'I killed that guy, no fight at all.' He looked at a big tombstone that was shaped like a pillar with an angel on top of it, 'Why does he have such a big tombstone?' He wondered, 'I thought I stole all his money when I killed him... Man begged for life as if he had one anyways. He relied mainly on his eyes, always peeping into those lovely young ladies rooms. Much too young for him. So young and innocent, but man were they good in bed...' He thought as he recalled when he was younger and getting intimate. When he looked out the window he saw, Giles Yates
St. Mary's Church Priest That's what was put on the giant pillar tombstone. 'That man was no Saint, at all. He deserved to die...' As Bael turned away from the pillar he saw a girl. 'Oh her...' He thought to himself. 'Why is she here.' He took a step further and a twig snapped under his foot. It was quiet enough to not be heard by her. Bael slowly stalked over to where she was standing. 'Not too close now.' He thought to himself as he stopped a good twenty feet from the girl. Bael quickly sat down behind a tombstone not be seen. |
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Post by Miss Fifi on Aug 1, 2009 16:43:06 GMT -4
Axel padded quietly and contently throughout this place of the dead. It felt so familiar and close to him. He could feel the slightest humming of what the spirits left behind after they had left this world. It was their aura, their take on their time of this world. Some were dark, others were hopeful. It changed with every tombstone he stalked past. Places like this... They're greatly underestimated. The stories these stones would tell if they could speak.. Quiet sobbing hit his ears. He stopped and glanced around, searching for the source. He spotted a figure leaning over a rather large gravestone.
The sudden rain poured down on him like an ambush. He didn't bother to take cover from it, but just muttered curses under his breath. His hair plastered against his face, he began to walk casually closer towards what he could now see was an elf. An elf? He stopped dead in his tracks. It was that annoying little wench who enjoyed sticking her nose in places where it didn't belong. She did seem upset, however. Perhaps he had been a bit too harsh. But then again, when did he ever take pity on anyone? Grunting, he stalked over to her but stayed a few feet away, keeping his distance. He didn't say anything but just looked at her with a blank stare, not sure of what to make of this. He queried her, "Did you truly expect to find any happiness in this place of the dead?" It wasn't meant to mock her, but it seemed strange that she wouldn't have been prepared to take on the solemness and sadness that came with traveling to this place. It was often the reason why it got so few visitors.
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Post by »Míríel« on Aug 1, 2009 17:26:00 GMT -4
The snapping of the twig was lost as Miriel kneeled before the tombstone, memories seemed to flooded her senses. The reality around her was drowned out and all that seemed real to her were the memories that played in her head. Everything to the other world was dead. That is until a voice that she had heard before called out:
"Did you truly expect to find any happiness in this place of the dead?" "
A stab of lightning pierced the sky as she leaped on her feet with a cry of astonishment. Whirling around the sound of a sword being drawn sliced through the air as she faced the speaker, sword out and all. "Do not mock me fool. I did not come here to find happiness, but healing for a broken heart." Her voice was full of anger as her blue eyes flashed like the lightning that was in the skies. "isn't it better to let your feelings show once in a while instead of bottling them up until they explode?" Then she realized who she was speaking to, Axel death guardian. Her sword lowered slightly as she gazed at him. "Forgive me, you just surprised me.." She smirked slightly as a smile danced on her lips, "Though I'm sure if Calanon was here I wouldn't have been. " Her eyes danced slightly as she teased him.
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Post by Miss Fifi on Aug 1, 2009 20:10:45 GMT -4
Axel watched her with narrowed eyes, closing them occasionally and sighing irritably. "My intent was not mockery. It seems as though you take me for having no heart, which I assure you is not the case. Perhaps you should watch your tongue, as well as your temper," he added sternly. He came to believe, after all of his years, that he did not possess the same amount of emotion that ones like she possessed. Perhaps that made him ignorant, but he could understand the pain of facing those you have lost. He was surprised at how even his tone was when he had reprimanded her. Most likely, he would have thrown those angry words back in her face, but something about this place mellowed him. It left him with far less anger than he would have felt if she had said something like that to him anywhere else but here.
His eyes just shifted in annoyance as she spoke about her idiot beast, Calanon, or whatever its name was. He looked around with disinterest, not wanting to get involved in an intense, emotional conversation with this nosy elf. The sound of a twig snapping hit his ears, and he said without turning, "Hiding is a useless attempt. I do hope you realize that." Great, more people to annoy me, he thought angrily.
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Post by »Míríel« on Aug 1, 2009 21:08:58 GMT -4
"Ah so you don't like to be teased, what a shame, for I dearly love to laugh." She sighed and sheathed her sword. "Forgive me, I do not take you as one with no heart, just one who hides their emotions perhaps. Everyone has some sort of feeling for something. Otherwise you wouldn't be alive." She brushed a wet piece of hair behind her pointed ear as the rain let up to a light sprinkle, then to nothing at all. "But I do not think it unnatural to mourn ones father."
Her aqua eyes shone out as she looked at him. He seemed to be in a different mood than before. Perhaps this is how he usually was, or perhaps he just was in a good mood, if it could be called that. As he called out a person she turned to where he was speaking to, but her gaze glanced back to Axel for a split second. What was it like to be a guardian, to have so much resting upon your shoulders. Thinking about guardians she began to wonder, it almost seemed that Axel had taken Raphael's place with his mood and Raphael's had taken Axels place in unpredictability. "I wonder what is with these two" Her hand rested on the sword that hung at her side as she waited, for whatever it was, to emerge from hiding.
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Post by denduren on Aug 2, 2009 1:54:40 GMT -4
Bael sighed as he stretched and groaned. Slowly but surely he stood up. Loosely looking in their direction. "Axel, my best friend, what is up?" He asked in a joyous boy tone. "Long time no see. We really should make plans to meet up and hang out some time..." He mused, now toying with the beast. He shot a look in the direction he assumed Axel to be. "Are you sick?" He asked with haste. He could not hear Axel's breath highten. "Are you ignoring me!?" He almost sobbed. "Miriel is it?" He said as he wipped his head toward her. "How is he looking now? Does he have a tense look on his face..... Well I guess I should a tensER look on his face." He added emphasis on the 'ER' and leaned over the tombstone he was hiding behind. "Oh c'mon, give me a sympathy chuckle or something..."
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Post by Miss Fifi on Aug 2, 2009 9:41:47 GMT -4
Axel just stood there, a furious scowl on his face, and winced when Bael called him his "best friend." He chuckled darkly. "Oh, you mean, make plans so you can take an attempt on my life again. It appears you confuse the term 'best friend' with something a bit less friendly, perhaps, 'imprisoner?'" he growled. He rolled his eyes and picked up a branch, then began carving it with the blade of his scythe. His ears only twitched at Bael's obnoxious and idiotic outbursts. He really was just a child. When he had finished his work, he looked it over, seeming pleased. What he had created was a slightly jagged, thin spear with a very sharp point. "I hope this answers your question," he muttered. Turning, he grasped the spear in his hand, leaned his arm back, and hurled it right at Bael's direction. It landed about a foot in front of him, which was his intention. Hopefully he could make this little brat get the picture.
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Post by »Míríel« on Aug 2, 2009 13:18:27 GMT -4
Miriel watched the stick that Axel was holding, with a growing sense of dread. What on earth was he making. Slowly the spear began to emerge from plain stick and Miriel looked nervously from on to the other. Obviously these two didn't have a wonderful past. Suddenly the spear was thrown through the air and landed right before Bael feet. a slight sigh almost came from Miriel's lips. Bu t the threat and what the spear meant stayed in Miriel's mind. hopefully this wouldn't escalate into something like a fight, though she felt that it had a good chance to.
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Post by denduren on Aug 3, 2009 1:47:54 GMT -4
Bael chuckled as he heard the stick land infront of him. "Oh c'mon Axel, can't we just get along for once?" He asked in an annoying voice. Bael jumped over the tombstone and caught his foot. The leaves rustle and Bael is on the ground his his legs up against the gravestone. "Ow, face plant...." He said mocking his own grace. But of course he hops right up and looks at Axel. "Would it be terrible if we shook hands as like a mini-truce? Just for right now." He said as he extended his hand out not knowing that in fact he was facing Miriel. "We just like to play with each other." Bael said with a smile. "I try to kill you, you banish me. It's all in good fun." His right hand out and his left hand on the handle of his sword, almost as he was about to draw it out. Bael's 'truce' didn't seem legit. A hidden smirk crosses Bael's face. "Just a friendly hand shake..."
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Post by Miss Fifi on Aug 3, 2009 10:31:11 GMT -4
Axel tentatively stuck out the blade of his scythe toward Bael's neck. With the very tip of it, he touched Bael's neck and turned his head in his direction. "Wrong victim, cripple." He began to walk forward with the blade still at Bael's neck, forcing him to walk backwards. "Now, would you like to screw your friendly handshake, or would you like me to screw a hole in your little neck?" he snarled. He was beginning to feel his normal anger return, although the entire atmosphere of this cemetery was against it. The souls wanted a peaceful place to leave their memories behind, and those fierce emotions were against that peace. Trying to respect the wishes of those passed, he allowed his anger to diffuse, so he was left with that same indifferent stare that was still glaring at Bael.
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Post by denduren on Aug 3, 2009 11:53:11 GMT -4
Bael had been turned and pushced by Axel's scythe. Now facing his true target, he smiled. Bael tried to move the scythe and it wouldn't budge. "What a firm arm Axel. You're breathing has slowed Axel, have you calmed down? I mean because of my sight defect I would assume that you're dieing and rigamortis has taken effect early." He said with a grin. Bael attempted to move the scythe again and it was still stuck in place. "Ok, this is kind of annoying..." Bael said scowling towards Axel. Bael stuck one foot out towards Axel and lunged forward, rocking his head around the blade at his neck. He was now about half a foot from Axel who still seemed to tower over Bael. Slowly Bael's sword melted into nothing untill it was completely gone from sight. Bael moved his hand from where his sword used to be to behind his head. He stuck out his right hand once more. "Truce?" He said with all seriousness. He had completely shut out Miriel who had a complet view of Bael gripping his now invisible sword behind his neck. "No more fould attempts on your life tonight."
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Post by »Míríel« on Aug 3, 2009 12:12:30 GMT -4
Miriel saw him move his sword hand to behind his neck. Her blue eyes glinted. "That little trickster!" She thought as her hands hook slightly with fury. She glanced up at Axel, trying to warn him, but why would he listen to her, after all it's not like they really knew each other. Stepping forward she grabbed Bael's hand that was behind his neck, and gave it a hard twist, being careful of the sword that she knew was in it, pinned it to his back. With her other hand she drew a knife to his throat. Bringing her head to his ear she hissed, "A truce with a little bite. Some truce...." With that she shifter the light back, revealing the sword in his hand. " Killing someone in trickery is shameful killing, and killing without meaning. If you want to kill someone, at least be honorable enough to fight them straight on instead of stabbing them in the back." Her voice was sharp and bitter. "At least then when they die, you know that it was an honorable death." Her mind drifted back to that was a father. How did he die? In a one on one fight, or was he surrounded? She cleared her mind of these thoughts and kept her senses sharp on the "kid" in front of her. He was a tricky one, she didn't have to know him long to realize this.
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Post by Miss Fifi on Aug 3, 2009 17:32:15 GMT -4
Axel's eyes widened with rage. The spirits would just have to get over it. "You have no gratitude!" With a flick of his hand, Bael was engulfed in dark magic and thrashed against the nearest tombstone. "I could have killed you that night! Do you understand that? You could have been flying down that dark tunnel, straight to HELL!" Fire flew from his outstretched palm and singed the demon's clothing, barely touching his skin. The heat of it, however, was enough on its own. He was breathing heavily and stood in silence for a moment. His head whipped to Miriel, and he said to her, "Thank you. It seems I've forgotten what a lying, decieving little brat he is."
He had never fully trusted Bael, but his senses had almost slipped. He couldn't understand why. How could he ever come to trust someone who tried to kill him? Maybe it's the exhaustion,he thought tiredly. It had been quite some time since he had some decent rest. Everything had been so chaotic that there was simply no time for it.
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Post by »Míríel« on Aug 3, 2009 17:47:35 GMT -4
Miriel's blue eyes seemed to smile as she looked back at Axel, but the expression showed no where else on her face. She nodded, accepting his thanks. She was surprised by the show of Axel's uncontrolled wrath and the power of it. So Axel had almost been killed by the little demon, or now it sounded like he had let him almost do it. Turning away slightly from Axel she knelt down and sheathed her knife in her boot saying lightly, "Don't mention it." A slight smile played on her lips, though her face was turned from him.
Regaining her composure she turned to the flailing figure of Bael and with a wave of her hand a concentrated bit of rain fell from the sky, putting out the fire that was eating at the demon's clothes.
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