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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 2, 2016 12:11:18 GMT
Lightening crackles in a small space above a grey plane of dust. There is nothing in sight in either direction but dust. This land of limbo was made to put those that could no go to either parts of the "other side". The lightening powered the air around it with an electricity setting it buzzing as if to announce its presence or possibly the presence of another. One large powerful strike stayed in the air the widened and became a tear in the fabric of the air and through it came a thin white hand that hung limp out of the rent then after a while more of the arm showed then a tall thin figure with large black wings tumbled unceremoniously out of it. the dust puffs up as she hits the ground and moves slightly. she then remains still for a while her silver hair fanning around her stays just up off the ground like it is negatively magnetized. Slowly she sits up with a multi-toned groan and looks around with slightly dulled silver gilt white eyes.
This magic has exhausted her and the thirst is pretty unbearable. She bends over and coughs until she vomits blood onto the dusty ground. It is obvious her body has carried too much of a toll of this magic. if it wasn't necessary she wouldn't have gone there. a few soft,dark grey feathers float from the rent and drift off away from thorn and out into the dusty desert never to touch the ground. a few of the drips from the holes in her wings fall a short way but still do not touch the ground and drift off in the same direction as the feathers. Thorn notes this strange phenomenon to be used later if possible. She wipes a weary hand across her face and slowly stands up.
Her frame is very tall and close to emaciated. It is draped in shadow cloth, which is literally cloth she has woven out of the shadows available to her at the time. the hood is down allowing her hair to fall free to her thighs, little braids through her hair tinkle when the golden beads at the end of them hit together. Her robes cover all of her slight frame hanging from her and usually concealing the wings that lag behind her now. The oozing blood is coming from small pockmarks in the leathery material of her wings near rough dark grey patches of feathers that seem out of place. she scans the horizon to find nothing even with her sight and she is satisfied with this. the last thing she wants is company. She deliberately picked Limbo for this reason.
With a sigh and another cough that she covers her mouth with she starts creating her lab room and various other rooms from her home in this place. everything seems to stay just above the ground with that strange magnetic shield. She hasn't gotten far before she crumples to the ground in exhaustion. All that she has accomplished is one small room, her lab with the large cauldron that will have to replace the one she lost.
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Post by Eto on Mar 2, 2016 13:08:28 GMT
Time was always the problem for humans, especially for humans, either there was never enough, or there simply wasn't enough, but for a vampire, for Eto, it didn't matter. Provided he didn't get himself killed, he'd see the death and possible rebirth of the planet he called home. But he wasn't anywhere near that planet, in fact he wasn't even on the same plane of existence as the planet. He was floating around in the eddies between worlds, between existences, searching. He'd been at it for a few weeks, spending his time when he was away from Nagasaki searching for her. The hell's were a mess, no one he could get a hole of knew where she was at, and what's worse, the few people he figured he could ask would have tried to kill him on site. So he kept up his search, seeking out the evasive SilverThorn.
Another rent would appear in the fabric of limbo, a few scant yards from where she herself had appeared, from that rent a body would fly, crashing to the ground. The body is smaller than the average male, lithe and very red headed. Wrapped around his form is a cloak from ages past, black with gold embroidery all along the border, and it steamed as if it had just come from an area of extraordinary heat. The most obvious feature on the prone body were the jeweled scabbards hanging from his belt, even in the dim light of Limbo they glittered and gleamed brilliantly.
A groaning sound could easily be heard as he tried to collect himself. Eto struggled to his knees, reaching up to wipe his face off, completely unaware of the strange gravitational effects for the moment. Blood is dripped from his nose as he looked about, searching for his oldest friend. Ruby eyes glimmered with power, almost enough to light some of the area around him. "Thorn!" He called out reaching up to cup his hands around his mouth to project his voice further. "Thorn are you here?! It's me!" He called, as he rose shakily to his feet. Ruby eyes focusing on the rooms he'd recognize anywhere.
Clumsily the frail looking vampire made his way over toward the rooms, tripping and falling over his own two feet. "Damn, getting here takes a hell of a lot more out of me than just going through the hells..." He commented to himself trying to keep from falling over in exhaustion. "If you're here, say something Thorn!" He called out again, still stumbling forward to the labratory room. Hopefully Thorn was there, and this wasn't just another cold campsite. He didn't know how much more his morale could take. He didn't want to give up hope, but when Thorn didn't want to be found, she wasn't.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 2, 2016 13:57:13 GMT
Something is waking from her slumber, like the sounds of insects buzzing around in her head and she moves just rolling over and groans again a thin hand reaching up and trying to brush the sound away but only managing to make her hair move about as it floats above the ground. the buzzing happens again a little bit more distinctive and she whispers in multi-toned voice,"shhhhhh i have to sleep i cannot do more now. leave me be". She reaches up and brushes at the noise again hoping it won't bother her. It isn't till she hears it for the third time that she begins to understand words. Someone somewhere is talking to her and she lies silent listening. something about the voice is familiar.
Thorn waits her ears pricked to hear the sound again so she can decypher this strange phenomenon. Then it comes again and memories flood her and she looks into a place that she mostly hides away. There are not many and not even filling one hand would she count friends. She pulls all her thoughts together and studies them to find the answer to the voice. Something small, indeed only a few letters. she knows the sound and now she can even feel the presence. Vampire. A little name. To, no that is not right it can't be that. Toe? No that is not it either. Almost there. Finally she has it.
"Eto?" Her voice is so faint she herself almost cannot hear it except for a rasp. The trip through memory has taken so much from her she has lost her voice. No she must do better than this.
"Eto, over here..."
Her voice is lost as she loses consciousness again.
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Post by Eto on Mar 2, 2016 14:14:13 GMT
His keen senses pick up on her voice, it's faint but there was no mistaking Thorn. Stumbling, tripping and falling didn't stop him, he crawled over toward Thorn, reaching her with effort. The grin on his face was so very large as he lifted her head gently, carefully, and with far more energy than it should have taken he sat cross legged, resting her head in his lap. Delicate fingers pressed through her hair as he smiled, thankful that he'd not only been able to find her, but that she was alive. "It's alright Thorn." He said weakly, his voice quiet, even in the complete emptiness of Limbo. "Everything's gonna be alright, I've got you." He assured her unconscious form, as he ran his fingers along her cheeks.
Whatever separated Limbo from the rest of the multi-verse was exhausting. It had taken everything he had to throw himself through those borders, he was running on borrowed energy, thankfully he'd been smart enough to bring a supply of blood. Moving slowly and carefully, he reached into his cloak, pulling out a fresh packet, piercing it with his fangs and he drank, deeply of the crimson vitae that filled the little plastic container. He was careful not to waste a drop, he had no idea how long he'd be there, especially with Thorn in the condition she was in, and he wanted to make sure their meeting was successful.
Dropping the packet to the ground, it floated up just a couple inches off the ground, a fact that Eto largely ignored. He had more pressing matters to attend to. With that same slow caution and ease, he pulled his cloak off, covering Thorn's unconscious form with it. "Hey, Thorn, are you alright?" He asked quietly, leaning over her. If she didn't respond in the next few moments, she'd find Eto, with both his hands resting on her cheeks asleep leaned over her. Protectively.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 2, 2016 15:18:42 GMT
Thorn didn't know how long she had been there just dozing but the buzzing was back and she flapped at it again trying to get it to remain quiet or at least still. Something in the back of her mind a thought whispered that she had already gone through this whole thing and right now there was something she was missing. A frown creased her forehead but it was still a long time pondering the thought of where she was ans what the buzzing noise was. she shifted so slightly that is might have been mistaken for just the movement of her floating hair and then she let out a sigh making the dust on the ground near Etos legs spread away from them in a puff.
Slowly her senses came back into focus. The dozing having the required affect of resting this mortal body and giving it some, only a little, strength. When she felt it was possible she opened her eyes slowly, and her eyelids felt like they were moving over sandpaper. she wanted to lift her hands and rub her eyes but she just didn't have the energy. carefully she looked around through barely slits of silver gilt and she tried to focus on the overwhelming scent of vampire and the shadowy form that she could distinguish from the grey of the Limbo void and the bare bit of wall she had created. She tried blinking a few times too, hoping that would help somewhat. She opened her eyes wider and her vision cleared more.
her gaze rested on Eto and she smiled. He was there after all.
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Post by Eto on Mar 2, 2016 16:40:18 GMT
Eto dozed there holding on to his oldest friend in the world, completely unaware of the things going on around him, his dreams, if they could be called such were far more peaceful than they had been in quite some time. He dreamed of blood and rest and peaceful conversations. He dreamed of his old friends, before the wars. Before the tragedies that had befallen them all. He dreamed of the peace he'd attained in hell, of the wars fought and won beside Thorn. He dreamed and he dreamed happily. It took him a long time, ages it felt like for him to wake up, his ruby eyes bloodshot and tired.
"Hey Thorn." He smiled down at her, pressing his fingers through her hair. "Sorry it took me so long to find you, you're kinda hard to find." He leaned forward kissing her forehead. "You need to feed?" His question was simple, and he knew the cost, probably better than anyone else within a universe's distance. Not that there were too many people moving around in Limbo. He took a deep breath and let it out. "You just tell me what I need to do alright?" He asked, sitting up a bit straighter. Thorn needed help, and he was going to make sure she got it.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 2, 2016 16:50:53 GMT
Thorn hadn't seen much of anyone lately and Eto was no exception. Looking at people in this strange new light of hers was confusing and sometimes terrifying. It was like she was learning about all the people that she knew all over again, literally seeing them in a new light. Her eyes roved over the familiar lines of his young looking face with the older eyes coloured with blood and smiled a little and strangely like a new concept the smile touched her eyes but they didn't brighten much. it wasn't lack of feeling but rather lack of energy. She was understanding how it must have been for this vampire when he received his soul back. she was having the same issues and it was affecting her feeding. Her exhausted states were causing her to have fits of insanity and she would awaken from them like from a dream to find some unrecognisable being in front of her shredded and her covered in blood.
She must feed or the same thing could happen again. she shifts to pull herself up putting her lips close to his ear and whispering softly,"Hey Eto do you remember Zelm? when was the last time you talked..." She grimaces slightly and waits for the ages old hurt and guilt that would pour from his frame and into her, empowering her once again. She puts her arms out and around his neck her lips connecting with his temple to make contact directly so as not to miss any of his pain.
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Post by Eto on Mar 2, 2016 17:23:12 GMT
Eto enjoyed the smile so clearly written on her face and it made him happy. He watched the life in her eyes, it was weak, tired, and obviously strained, but it was there and that was the important part. Thorn was alive, and well, and in one piece, probably. It had bothered him for quite some time when he couldn't find her, when he didn't know what had happened, and he wasn't really looking forward to repeating that fear and guilt. His eyes closed and he leaned down toward her, letting her kiss his temple.
Pain erupted in his chest, like someone had kicked him over and over and over again, he saw it all, the chains, the tail, the betrayal, the fights the brutality. He pulled Thorn closer, red tears dripping down his face as he struggled with the memories. Why did Zelm do it, why did he go out of his way to destroy the things he loved? Why did everything he ever got involved with burn in that dragon's shadow? Pain flowed like a great torrent from him, feeding Thorn. Pain, gone, pain, gone, pain gone. The cycle was one of pain and misery and emptiness. The feelings and then instant lack of feeling was overwhelming. "Guhh..." He groaned out, exhausted as he was, he wasn't sure how much more he could handle as he swayed. "Thorn." He called out, as he curled up pressing his face down against her chest crying out in pain and sadness.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 3, 2016 1:14:05 GMT
Ah Zelm. Before Thorn could possibly feel guilty she was busy absorbing the myriad of negative emotions that she knew would pour from this poor male. She had to feed, it was that or starve this body and sit in it till it died and released her. The trouble of making another body would be taxing on her soul self, and that led to all sorts of other problems. Her soul had been rent apart and put back together, there were strains and tears in it that a puzzle master couldn't put back together. And now the new problem she was facing had forced her to turn tail and run in the opposite direction from her brother, who was at this moment glorying in his takeover of her home. Really, where was Zelm when he could actually be useful?
She would be able to feel his tension dissapate as she drew from him the hurt she had brought back to his mind. The best sustenence was the searing pain. Thorn knew all about these wounds, she had witnessed most of the tragedy take place, and had been there to drink deeply of the results. There were many ways to extricate the food she needed from this vessel of historic pain, but that name mentioned was always reliable and right now she needed reliable. It wasn't till she came back to her senses and was sated enough to think clearly that the almost familiar pangs of guilt hit. Such a pity she couldn't drink from herself.
"Shhhhh, Eto, shhhhhh." She whispered in his ear softly after pulling her lips away from him leaving a small impression in crusty blood. Her habit when she was concentrating or thinking had not changed. Her fangs were not as sharp as a vampire. She didnt need them to be so, but if she bit her bottom lip as was habitual for her when in thought, she would draw blood. She pulled Etos head down to rest his forehead on her shoulder and sat up a bit further. She was still drinking from him but now she was more interested in calming him back down.
Thorn stroked his auburn hair, gentling it down against his skull, smothing the waves. "Its over. You cannot change it. Let it go now." She moved to wrap her arms around the middle of his slim frame, "I'm sorry my dearest friend, so sorry."
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Post by Eto on Mar 3, 2016 10:16:34 GMT
Eto was clearly exhausted, the pain, then absolutely numb feeling he'd be experiencing was far more exhausting than it had ever been. Did Limbo have something to do with his reduced resistance to the emotional teeter tottering from pain to empty, or was it something else entirely? He couldn't focus on the question, or even a fragment of the thought as the emotional roller coaster came to an end. It was only the gentle and soft words spoken by Thorn that brought him free of the jarring and heart wrenching feeding from her.
He panted like a child who'd lost his breath as he began to slowly break through the haze that was whatever his addled mind could come up with to cope with the teeter tottering. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay, it's okay." His fists and body began slowly to relax, the tendons and veins standing out in his arms and hands, relaxing as his breathing regulated. "It's okay Thorn, you needed it." The moment his body his a certain level of relaxed, he sort of let himself fall limp. He was conscious and aware of everything, he just didn't feel like he had the emotional strength to do a whole lot about it.
A slow smile spread across his lips as he laid there, recognizing the questions he was thinking earlier. A clinical point of view might b e the best way he could cope with the situation. "I'm exhausted, far more than I remember ever being when you've fed. Could it have something to do with this place? And do you need more?" His voice wasn't exactly hollow, but there was an obvious deficit of drive and emotion in his tone.
Her hands moving across his scalp was surprisingly comforting to him, and he relaxed there in her comfortable embrace, smiling to the best of his ability, only the tiniest hints of that smile showing in his eyes. "Sorry I couldn't do more sooner." He offered reaching a hand up to stroke her cheek gently. "Everything's gonna be alright Thorn. You're still the best friend I've ever had, I'm glad I could do something for you." Clinical was slowly melting away, as the joy and happiness he felt at finally finding her was beginning to shine through all the guilt and shame he'd felt when one of her many trails ran cold.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 3, 2016 13:10:53 GMT
thorn smiles down at Eto now a bit amazed that he managed to find her. Her next thought was if Eto can find her maybe this is not so good an idea. Well its too late now, she had invested way too much into this venture, and she truly had no idea where else to go. She glances around the area at the work she had already done and it would take a lot of experimenting to make sure the things she wanted to bring here were going to be safe.
She looks back down at Eto and frowns in a worried way. He mentioned that something was different in the feeding and that it had left him weakened in some way. Her first impulse was to run some tests but it would have been better if she had done that from when he first came in here and before she fed. Testing him now leaves no good comparison and she doesn't have anything else to go by. she chews her lip while thinking her eyes roving over the horizon always looking for possible approach. a small drop of blood from her harried lips drips down on Etos forehead as she ponders, completely unnoticed by her.
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Post by Eto on Mar 3, 2016 15:06:15 GMT
Eto blinked as he felt her blood dripping onto his forehead, he knew it was her blood, he could smell it, he could almost taste it. Slowly, unsteadily he rose to his feet, wobbling. Somehow everything seemed heavier, far more so than it had ever, for the centuries old vampire. He reached up, wiping away the blood that had dripped onto his forehead. 'Better remove that before it can become a problem.' He thought to himself as he swayed a bit. "What's going on with the gravity here?" He asked aloud, it wasn't particularly strong, just very difficult even for him to maintain any semblance of equilibrium.
Taking a couple steps away from her, he placed his hand against the wall she had created to steady himself, and things seemed to return far more comfortably to normal. "The hell?" The question was rhetoric, but he was confused, one minute he'd been swaying like a drunken sailor, the next, once he touched something with a solid framework in the gravitational field he was fine. Everything seemed to return to a semblance of normal. "Strange place..." He commented releasing the wall and standing as if he'd never been off balance at all. He was still more emotionally rattled than normal, and he felt surprisingly drained, but the vertigo had passed, and he was feeling far more like himself.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 4, 2016 3:14:39 GMT
Thorn stood once Eto was up and she rose slowly checking over the damage to this particular body. once she was sure she was okay she looked over and smiled at Eto with gratitude as she brushed herself off. Her eyes were glowing softly but they had some power. she wasn't going to collapse again any time. She stretched her arms up and also stretched her wings out, flaring them back over her head and then bringing them back into her body. She let her robes dissipate back to rags of shadow and stood in her leather undergarments surveying the work she had done till now. Keeping her robe illusion up was an unnecessary distraction and it was easier to move without them. She also didn't have energy to spare as here there was no feelings to illicit except from Eto and she needed him cognizant.
she looks at her handiwork and frowns, then she bends over like a right angle and studies the strange phenomenon that keeps her buildings just floating above the ground. she straightens again and looks down at her feet which are most definitely on the ground then looks at the bottom of the buildings again. She turns and glances at Etos feet to check they are on the ground and frowns in consternation. her hand goes to her mouth and she begins to chew at a ragged nail and she moves closer to the building, puts her hand flat against the surface and gives it a push. The building moves forward as far as she pushes but stops immediately when she takes her hand off. Apparently there is not much by way of momentum in Limbo.
"I don't like this Eto. there is something very unusual about this place."
She pushes the building again and it moves the same way. She walks to another of the buildings walls and repeats the action with the same result. The nail is ripped off and spat out and she starts on another her frown deepening and her eyes pulsing light as she thinks about this.
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Post by Eto on Mar 4, 2016 9:25:12 GMT
Eto nodded his agreement as he removed a dagger from his boot. "I can't disagree with you, I've never felt so unbalanced, not since before I was turned into a vampire." He commented tossing the dagger up into the air, and watching it float away as if it were in space. "Yeah... Not comfortable with this at all. Before I touched the wall here, I could hardly keep my feet, and I'm still exhausted, not hungry, not in need of a coffin, but exhausted, like human exhaustion. Now there was a thought he hadn't had in more than two hundred years. Physical exhaustion.
"Why is it that we can still touch the ground I wonder..." He pondered aloud moving to stand in one of the 'buildings'. He took a few steps into it and shook his head. "I could fiddle with this gravity effect for a long time without any concrete understanding." He murmured, as his eyes glanced up, his keen vision keeping track of the trail the dagger was making and how long it was taking. "I don't know that there is really a gravity field here though..." He shook his head a bit, his mane of fiery red hair whipping back and forth.
"Why come all the way out here Thorn? I mean I get we've had problems since..." He sighed softly. "Since you woke me from my slumber." He paused a bit, looking toward the daemoness curiously. "Where do we actually stand..?" He asked, taking the time to slip his sword belt off and tie it off to one of the support beams in the wall.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 4, 2016 10:01:42 GMT
She watches the dagger float off as wel in curiosity. Its a most strange phenomenon and she is sure its key to this place. She then takes out anakhnamet and lets go. The dagger falls directly to the ground and lays there in place. Thorns eyebrow shoot up. Understanding dawns a little. "I think the gravity force only works on objects with a soul, when the soul is there the gravity holds it in place when it isnt it just drifts off."
She picks up anakhnamet and resheaths her then wanders over to her buildings and frowns.
"Now the problem is do i just have a floating home or would it be better if i infuse my building with souls...."
She pushes at the wall again and frowns. The fact that it isnt fixed disturbs her somehow. How was she to protect herself in a place that didn't stay in one play. When the things moved where were they going? Where would they end up? She looks at Eto and chews her lip for a moment.
"I'm leaning towards infusion...."
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