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Post by soraelna on Mar 15, 2008 18:05:10 GMT -5
Snow walked softly across the frozen ground, her tail brushing lightly against the newly fallen powder. A hand was held to her chest, where a dull throb had begun to develop. She had no idea where she was, or where she was going. But she knew something was wrong. Something important.
Closing her eyes she could see something. Trees and darkness. And the tiny scent of forest. She gasped. Like a sudden rush of wind her thoughts came together. A fight, others, an unbearable pain. A dark red crystal, a voice from her past, now her present.
Her eyes snapped open, regaining consciousness as Victor and Flick came to her. A fresh wave of pain coursed through her body, mouth filling with the taste of her own blood. Her human hands dug into the ground as she tried to force herself to get up. She fell back down with a defeated grunt. The crystal!, she thought, lifting her head. It was gone. All that remained in the spot was a ring of dead grass where it had been.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Mar 17, 2008 9:36:58 GMT -5
"She fell in battle," Victor answered, kneeling next to Snow. "And I'm fine." He was reaching forward to Snow, deciding to try and wake her, but her eyes snapped open. It startled Victor a bit and he withdrew his hand rather quickly as she tried to force herself to her feet, and then looked around fearfully after falling again. "Easy, you're only making things worse," Victor said. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle her wound, she had lost so much blood already and they were in the middle of a forest that was notorious for its bloodthirsty beasts, not for its hospitable people with healing powers. He sighed, trying to think. They needed to do something before she died. He shot a glance over at Flick. "I don't suppose you can heal?"
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Post by FLICK on Apr 1, 2008 0:51:12 GMT -5
Flick made his way over to where Victor knelt over Snow, gingerly sidestepping the dismembered corpses that riddled the clearing. He could feel his stomach churning like a ship at sea, and had to struggle to keep the bile from rising in his throat. Damn his squeamishness! Every time, EVERY TIME he came across this sort of thing, he had to do his best not to vomit. It was becoming a serious problem - but Snow, still inert, was a more serious one. Flick had been in these woods once before (was it once? he couldn't remember), and he had heard tell of the beasts that roamed its shadowy eaves. Snow seemed to be bleeding, and he didn't want her blood to attract anything else. He was running dangerously low on bullets.
"Not in the way you're after, no," Flick murmured grimly. He had no magic whatsoever, unlike his gnome cousins. He had never been interested in magic as a child, instead spending hours with cogs and gears, inspecting the delicate mechanisms of locks and hinges. It was times like these where he began to feel that his lack of interest was a shortcoming - but he would have been terrible at it, anyway. Magic never held his interest. He could heal in a more contemporary sense - or so he liked to call it - with bandages and salves, not with fleeting gestures and incomprehensible words. He couldn't make them himself, but as he normally travelled alone, it was good to be able to apply his own form of medicine.
So Flick moved over to Snow now, his hands already finding jars and bandages. "Oh good," he muttered shortly, "she's awake. Try not to let her move, Victor..." He removed her shirt dispassionately, with only a professional interest, as he gazed intently at the wound, trying to work out what sort of treatment would be the most efficient.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 1, 2008 2:30:15 GMT -5
Victor obediently got behind Snow, lifting her shoulders into his lap as he sat and putting his hands on her arms, ready to hold her down if she tried another valiant attempt of hopping to her feet. It was only out of fear of what Flick might think of him, or that Snow would see him, that he moved his eyes away when Flick removed her shirt.
Oh, you are SICK! Victoria exclaimed from within his head, though she sounded amused.
Get out of my head, Victoria!, he screamed back mentally. He could hear her giggling fade, and then she was gone.
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Post by soraelna on Apr 6, 2008 14:53:15 GMT -5
Snow tried to slow her erratic breathing while Victor pulled her up onto his knees, deciding to let the gnome try his luck at helping her. "I heal rather quickly." She suggested softly, doing her part to explain her demon abilities. That was when another thought creped into her mind.
"Actually, I might be able to help heal a bit. I have a few powers of the mind. I think I could speed up the process of healing a little bit more." She closed her eyes, delving into her magic reserves.
As a child, Snow was amazed at the things her mother, Elsa, could do with magic. She watched wide eyes as Elsa coaxed flowers to bloom and trees to grow big and strong. She could heal wounds and bring small animals back to life. Snow was told that she had powers over the mind and illusions, able to mend her own injuries by just thinking about healing.
But her magic reserve was small. Just healing a little scrape took almost all of her energy. She went through years of conditioning to heighten her reserves and managed to double its size. But it still would never be bis enough to match her mothers.
Snow bit her lip in concentration, focusing all her energy on her most serious wounds. The muscle stitched back together slowly, but that was all she could do besides slow the blood flow. She relaxed again, willing herself not to fall asleep. That amount a magic in her state took a toll on her mind.
((I've been slacking again... *sheepish smile* Sorry about that.))
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Post by FLICK on Apr 14, 2008 6:27:37 GMT -5
Flick watched in awe as the wound closed – at least partially – before his eyes, as if pushed back together by invisible hands. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of intense interest and jealousy as he watched her magic work to heal her own body, gently coaxing the wound closed. It put his mundane, material practices to shame, but he was secretly a little glad that she hadn’t been able to close it completely. He hated – almost above all else – to feel useless.
It reminded him with a wash of nostalgia the classes he had took with fellow gnomelings in his youth. He had been an ace student – except when it came to magic, where he dropped to the back and rarely spoke. Magic held no interest for him, bar a technical one, and the way that magical forces were manipulated with thought and gesture couldn’t be explained by modern science. So instead he had mused about technology, ignoring the demonstrations and exercises.
“Well,” he began in a half-amused manner, though his hands never stopped their rummaging, “I can tell when I’ve been outdone. You’ve made it a lot easier,” he remarked as a salve seemed to materialise from thin air in his hands. He massaged it as gently as he could into the wound, but he knew it would still hurt, until the cream did its job.
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Post by soraelna on Apr 14, 2008 19:40:00 GMT -5
Snow fought back a useless wail of pain as the salve Flick rubbed on the wound began its healing. The effort would have probably sent her spinning anyway. Instead she let her mind drift back to the voice she heard moments before collapsing and the jewel that came out of her. What had become of it? She looked up at Victor.
"I need you to look for something for me. A small jewel. It," she stopped, at a loss for words, "It...came out of me during the fight. If you could search the immediate area, that would be lovely. You can lay me flat, I'll be fine now." She added as an after-thought.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 15, 2008 3:05:44 GMT -5
"Er... a jewel?" Victor inquired, cocking an eyebrow as he lied her down gently and stood. He scratched the back of his neck as he scanned the dark place with his eyes, which were of little use in such shadow. "What color is it? How big?" He finally went over to the campfire and picked up a stick that was alight. With his torch he returned to the grass and began looking about for a gem of some sort. He knew it would catch the light from the torch, so he just had to keep his eyes open for a glimmer.
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Post by FLICK on Apr 17, 2008 5:54:42 GMT -5
Reluctantly, Flick turned his eyes away from his patient. There was nothing more he could do – the salve would be doing its work already, and there was no point bandaging the wound now that Snow had worked her own healing on it. It seemed to be staying together relatively well, and magic-worked healings didn’t normally degrade over time. But before he put her down, he pulled off his cloak and hastily bunched it into a makeshift pillow for her head. There was no point her being more uncomfortable than was necessary.
“A jewel?” he asked, echoing Victor’s tone as well as his words. He would have said more, but there was no point repeating his friend’s questions as well. He didn’t take a torch, but flicked down a lens on his goggles and scanned the ground, relying on his minor darkvision to help him. Of course, the bodies scattered around didn’t help the search. Maybe it would be better searching in the morning… Dawn couldn’t be too far away…
ooc;;
Soraelna, are they meant to actually find it? As in, is the jewel in the clearing? Sorry, I wasn't sure.
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Post by soraelna on Apr 17, 2008 17:33:25 GMT -5
((I should have said that, sorry. No, I'd just say find the little burn in the ground where the thing fell. Snow will take over from there.))
Snow thanked Flick for the pillow, her head was starting to throb badly, and let out a small sigh. She hated to feel so helpless with her own life. "I'm not too sure. It can't be much bigger than the hole in my chest, though." She said with a slight, sarcastic smile. Morbid humor was something she loved. "As for color, I don't know. Something dark, I'm sure, or I would have noticed."
She thought back to the scene where the jewel had come out of her body. All she could remember, however, was the laugh of evil triumph after it was free. I should tell them about the voice. She thought, after I get some more strength back... She sighed again, deeper this time, to see if it would hurt. It didn't. At least I'm not going to die without gaining my revenge. Not yet.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Apr 19, 2008 10:13:58 GMT -5
ooc;; I thought the evil dude had taken it, but I wasn't for sure either. xD
bic;; Victor looked around, going by the firelight. Something very strange had happened here tonight, but in a world of sword and sorcery, stranger things had happened. Just not to Victor.
"What have we here?" he knelt down, examining a freshly torched patch of grass. "I didn't see anyone using any fire magic. Did you, Flick?" He cocked an eyebrow, noting the neat shape the burn was in.
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Post by FLICK on Apr 27, 2008 3:09:36 GMT -5
A chuckle was already beginning in Flick’s throat at Snow’s slightly morbid joke when he realised it might not be appropriate. He tried to hold it in but it was too late for that to be successful; instead something that sounded like ‘snrk’ escaped his lips, his face reddened slightly and he ducked his head to the ground, trying not look too guilty. Of course, it didn’t work in the slightest.
He hurried over to where Victor was kneeling, his eyes instantly locating the patch of grass. He frowned, his forehead wrinkling. “No, I didn’t,” he said absentmindedly, flicking down a lens on his goggles. The frown deepened; he tried a second lens, then a third. “There’s magical residue here, but I can’t find anything useful.”
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Post by soraelna on Jun 2, 2008 19:28:33 GMT -5
Snow managed a small smile at Flick's discomfort, her tongue tracing the inside of her cheek. It was split, no dought from when her teeth bit down during a fall or a fist connecting with it. She drew out some of the still running blood and spit it to the ground, wrinkling her nose from the metallic taste of it. She never could get used to the taste of her own blood, even though it was becoming common as of late.
She pushed herself to a sitting position, her wounds having healed considerably already. She took some time to thank all the gods she could think of for her unusually fast healing body. She looked over Flick and Victor, making sure they hadn't over looked their own injuries. Seeing nothing worth bringing up, she sighed.
"I guess you two want an explanation, huh? Of course, you're not bound to me in any way, so if you want to leave now it's fine. But I have a good idea who it was that attacked us, and I plan on leaving to find him at dawn tomorrow." She gave them a side-long glance, suddenly nervous to continue.
'Can I really tell two strangers about my past?' She thought, idly picking at a blade of grass between her knees.
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Post by FLICK on Jun 3, 2008 1:40:06 GMT -5
ooc;; Oops! Sorry Chani, I stole your turn! I only realised after I'd finished... Hope you don't mind.
in character:
When it became apparent that there was nothing more that could be divined from the small, circular patch of charred grass, Flick wandered back to where Snow was lying and flopped back onto the grass, propped up by his elbows. Pulling the ribbon out of his hair, he raked his fingers through his black locks tiredly. What had happened? He had no idea, but he knew it had something to do with Snow… and he knew that, to soften the edge of his insatiable curiosity, he had to find out.
“Yeah, an explanation would be good,” he said lazily, picking at the grass. “I mean,” he said, suddenly realising that maybe he’d been rude, “if you want to tell us. You don’t have to.” But his tone made it evident what he’d prefer. Despite his desire to know what was going on, he would understand if Snow didn’t want to tell them. He’d done plenty of things that he didn’t like to share very much… but that didn’t mean he’d stop trying to work out the story. There was a difference between understanding her reluctance and accepting it.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jun 3, 2008 3:01:11 GMT -5
ooc;; I don't mind, Flick. ^^ As long as everyone gets one post in, I don't necessarily mind who goes when.
bic;; Victor itched the back of his neck, observing Snow, and then Flick, then he looked back to Snow.
"I'm not thrilled that our lives were placed in danger due to your presence," he said, though there was no anger present in his voice. "I don't know if you thought you might be risking our lives when you joined us at the campfire or even stopped to consider... Either way, you don't owe us an explanation, but I agree with Flick. It would be very courteous of you to give us even a vague outline of what just happened."
He itched his chest, shifted his weight to his left foot, cocking his hip to the side in the process. He was looking into Snow's eyes, as if he might find the answers there or better convince her to tell Flick and himself what, why, and how this had happened.
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