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Night of Unrest
updated 10 years, 5 months ago
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@Sky Could she just not catch a break tonight? She really wasn’t fond of death, whether being killed, killing herself, or watching others kill. Yet that was all she seemed to be seeing tonight. “Um… Can we please not just fight?” Wait, speaking whilst upside down was a bad idea. Some foamy blood dripped past her lips before she realized this. And she had lost track of the arsenic pill. Had it fallen out? She just wanted to go home
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@shoujokakumei and Matt Roberts
“There shall be no fighting if this person allows you free, miss.” He pauses for a moment, realizing the girl’s condition. “You villain! What have you done to her? Give her to me so I may heal her, or your life is hearby forfeit!” His hair crackles with electricity, and a few small bolts strike from him and hit the ground.
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Naturally, Ariana just ignored Aisling’s questions. It was just a waste of breath to answer stupid ones, really, so why even bother? Of course, her thoughts drifted to how she was going to patch her up good as new. She didn’t even know what was wrong, so it’d be difficult. She’d only had experience patching up bleeding wounds. Eh, oh well. If this girl died it wouldn’t be that much of a weight on her conscience. Probably. Maybe.
And then the demon came along, making stupid demands. What? She wasn’t even walking TOWARDS the arena, nor was she even wearing warlock robes. Guh, how many idiots was she going to meet before the day was over. She blew a bubble, it popped, and she spoke, voice unwavering and showing absolutely no fear. “Che, how can ya’ be so goddamn stupid?” she grunted. “Ya’ couldn’t kill me, dumbass, and do I really look I’m heading to th’ arena?” She glanced at him, her gaze stabbing like daggers – not intentionally, of course. “All I did was pick ‘er up like this, too.”
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This ‘demon’ scowls for a moment. “Then what do you plan to do with her, if not taking her under imprisonment?” He steps closer. “Where ever it is, she is clearly not going to make it there. She is in need of immediate healing. Fortunately, I happen to be an angel. Could you please lay her down, and back away? I apologize if I do not trust easily.” Venom swashes in his voice, clearly not happy with being insulted. “Go on, quickly, before others spot you.” He pauses. “And do not call me stupid, when you’re the one simply walking around with her on your back. As if no one would notice. Lay her down.”
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“Do I have any say in this? Look, I-just leave me alone. Please.” She really didn’t want two strangers fighting because of her. Let alone getting involved with angels, she had seen some in the arena once, they were terrifying. She just needed to shift, just for an hour, but of course the two people in the city who maybe give a shit about anything had to come across her. Wow, she thought, I get really self pitying sometimes, I gotta quit with that.
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“Implyin’ I care if people notice.” She keeps walking; still no fear. It was hard to intimidate someone whose only fear was African cave spiders. Ariana heard heavy footsteps, then. Probably warlocks who’d been coming from the arena and noticed the demon/angel boy; she turned around and was greeted by two. She frowned and removed her hand from her pocket. “More annoyin’ people,” she sighed, which was more of a disgruntled grunt than anything. Aisling was on her left shoulder, giving her access to the arm with the strongest punch. That was good; more force with which to knock them out.
It was over quick. Before they could say a word to her or the other guy, she’d lunged quick as lightning and dealt each a sizeable blow to the gut, sending both three yards away. Unconscious, probably. She was proved right when they didn’t get up. To anyone with half a brain this girl was not normal, and probably not human. Both were right, the former due to the latter. “Weak again.” Ariana said it with obvious disappointment in her voice. The young woman spared not a glance to that strange boy. “If you wanna heal ‘er then do it while she’s on my shoulders. Shouldn’t be too hard if you’re an angel with at least some skill, right?”
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(( im leaving this rp, sorry))
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He scowls for a moment. “I simply do not trust you. But it should be easy.” He pauses. “I am sorry, girl… but I cannot leave you to die, and I doubt she will either.” He pauses once more. “I am Xienex. Hold still, as still as you can whilst on the shoulder of a walking woman.” He approaches close, and goes to place two fingers on the girl’s forehead. If successful, a small light should coat her skin, and internal pain should be relieved, then the wounds that cause the ailment and anything of vile creation inside of her should be purged. If this is complete, Xienex will drop his hand from her head, and still follow, but in a slight stumble, seeing as how his eyes are now difficult to keep open.
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As the light began to spread, she gathered her strength and pushed him away, and slipped out of Ariana’s arms. “Please, just leave me alone!” She ran, stumbling and already beginning to shift. At least she’d be able to go small, she thought, as her bones cracked and she fell up against a building. Great, if she was seen she’s be taken. And despite the way those people were acting, she didn’t trust them in the least.
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Mathew awoke in a dark alley. The street lights eerily glowing, and the cool breeze giving Matt a slight chill. He groaned, “Where the hell am I?” Mathew could normally recognize the alley ways, but this one was strangely unfamiliar. The slightly glowing collar still bonded onto his neck continued to aggravate him. He clawed at it, but it wouldn’t budge. Mathew hissed and yelled, he moaned in agony. Nothing happened, and Mathew was hungry, so he walked through the alley looking for a fresh body to sink his teeth into.
He wondered the softly lit streets for hours upon hours, until he saw a shadow, one not much bigger than a young boy. Mathew aproached the boy carefully, not wanting him to run off. Or worse, call the warlocks. “Seems I’m in quite the predicament” Matt said to the boy with the most convincing smile he could make on his face, “looks like, yet again, I’ve managed to get lava stuck onto my neck. Can you come a little closer and help me get it off?” The boy, still young and unaware of the monsters that roamed this town, did as Mathew asked and came over and started to pull at the collar. Matt’s hunger grew second by second, and not before long, Mathew grabbed the boy by his waist and dug his jagged fangs into the boys neck. The boy screamed as loud as he could, but it was no use. Mathew has drained the boy of most of his blood, and he was no to weak to live and died. His screaming did do something though, after Mathew took the time to pay attention to his soundings, he heard the sound of warlocks rapidly gaining on him. Mathew then did what he does best, he ran.