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Post by Eto on Mar 4, 2016 10:36:17 GMT
He shook his head a bit, thinking more on the lines of locations and being able to track. "I would suggest, finding a way to keep specific track of the building itself, connect each one and make sure you always know where it's location is, not necessarily in relation to Limbo, just exactly where it is." He motioned out toward the endless empty plane. "If you let it wander, but can still find it, you can't tell someone where it is. Which means I can't tell someone where it is, which means it is that much harder to find." He commented.
He hopped down off the building walking up to her and stopping within arms reach. He was completely unarmed and staring at his oldest friend. "You avoided my question Thorn." He attempted to redirect the conversation once again to a topic he needed to discuss with her. Provided she didn't run away or eviscerate him, he would make sure to have the conversation. "Why can't we look one another in the eye properly anymore?" He asked, his voice empty of any power, his eyes ceasing their glow. Eto stood there, with all of his strength and ability in check. With nothing to protect him should she choose to attack. He'd bet she wouldn't.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 4, 2016 10:47:39 GMT
Thorn looks at him quickly then looks away. She couldn't attack him to save herself back when she didn't understand why and she knew she wouldn't be able to hurt him now no matter how much he left himself open. She tried to tell herself it was because she needed him for her problem and later for the task she had and she refused to see anything else. It was buried and she was happy to bury it. Distractions were abundant as it was.
"yes but if i let it wander away from where i left it how do i get back to it? the only compass point here is where i was last standing, only the souls leave an imprint. there is no other point of reference when it comes to inanimate things. If i leave anakhnamet here i would die on the earth.....i cannot be separated from my daggers, you know that. I don't know what other way unless i infuse the walls or i get something with a soul and tether it to it."
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Post by Eto on Mar 4, 2016 10:59:53 GMT
He took a deep breath. "You could put a power source on it and track it based on the radiation waves it would naturally give off. Something like following the light back to the light bulb. Or you could find someone only you have a connection to and have them stay and watch over the place for you." He stepped directly into her line of sight. "We both literally have all eternity Thorn, I'm not going to let you avoid this conversation. I'd rather be chained up in Zelm's basement than suffer through this conversation, but it needs to happen."
There was obvious pain in his voice, especially of his own mentioning of his former lover. But with that pain was a stubbornness that had seen him through more battles than he'd care to admit. "I need to know what happened that night. And how you survived, by all accounts that I've received I killed you. But here you are, and I remember many different things, but I don't remember all of that night." He spoke softly, carefully, trying not to spook Thorn into running away, off to some even more obscure section of the multi-verse.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 4, 2016 11:32:37 GMT
After several very long moments Thorn realises that she cannot put him off even though she continues to test things. She can feel his eyes on her and its starting to make her uncomfortable in its intensity. It occurs to her that he just might have the need to know how she was wrenched back so he knows how to prevent it, but this is Eto. Surely after everything he wouldn't hurt her.
She stands up straight and turns to him her arms going around herself hugging as if she is cold and her face is set though clearly tense. She never was good at hiding her emotions. It was evident she didnt even want to broach this subject. Her eyes rove over him noting he has left himself open to anything, but truly it is loyalty that makes her far more vulnerable than he is, even as he is now. Lotalty that was built over a long time that was torn asunder by that event but could still be maintained if she just ignored it. Lying to herself was easy it was lying to others that was hard.
"Do we have to do this? So much is changing inside me and on the outside, it is hard to keep up. Does this have to change?"
She sinks to the ground in the dust and puts her hands in her lap then laughs suddenly, when she talks her many voice crack.
"Back then things were so confused. I had so much knowledge but it didnt help me. Most of my studies are on anatomy of things. I dont study creatures habits. There are great flaws in my research, i realise that now. I may have to go back and check things. But i didnt know.......they said you would die. I didnt know, i just didnt know..."
She keeps her gaze fixed on her hands that pick at her fingernails unable to face Eto with her shortcomings.
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Post by Eto on Mar 4, 2016 17:50:14 GMT
Eto watched the shift in her stance, both emotionally and physically. He sat down across her from her, sitting cross legged so that he would have the most difficulty in standing back up. Everything in his stance, and position screamed passive. He didn't want to miss out on this opportunity to possibly fix some of the things both of them had been struggling with for decades. "What do you mean they said I would die?" He asked quietly his brows knitting together in confusion. "And who exactly told you that?"
This was already turning into a much more confusing issue than he'd first assumed. "Tell me everything please, don't leave out any details." It wasn't an order, more a request, concern was written all over his face as details seemed to slip away from him, details he was sure of , details that he'd been assured of. He was contemplating what little information he had in regards to the incident, bringing back some exceedingly agonizing memories. How much of what he knew was actually true and how much of it had been a fabrication?
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 5, 2016 1:49:29 GMT
Thorn looks very uncomfortable abnd she continues to pick her nails often bringing them to her mouth to rip off an offending bit. There are few octaves in her voice, low energy and the subject matter subduing her in this respect. She occassionally looks up but its like she doesnt want to believe she is saying this with him there, that perhaps she is only talking to herself about it.
"I was approached by creatures i believed to be friends to you. There was a female, i think her name was Rin, and also a male called SD that i knew very little of. I think Zelm also had a part in it. I do not know. Much is lost due to my soul being......" thorn puts her hand to mer mouth and rips a large piece of nail away and her lips turn a bit red from the blood.
She drops her hands to her laps for a while and looks out over the horizen where apart from the various things she has built there is only a vast grey desert of dusty ground. She is trying to gather her thoughts and her brow is furrowed. The blood on her lips remains unnoticed. After a few short moments she starts again.
"These creatures approached me and told me that you had lost the will to live...." she had her fingers to her mouth again and was ripping another nail off, or possibly the same one. She wasnt paying attention. "They said you didn't want to stay anymore in this world and you were going to starve yourself or something. I believe poison was mentioned, i dont know", another offending nail is torn away. "They told me i was the only one that could help. I talked to Kiara and to Mai. They agreed and encouraged me to act. So i did."
Thorn becomes still in the memory of going to the mausoleum and opening the coffin. A hand with bloody fingers was half raised to her mouth again but forgotten. This memory had been shoved into the far corners of her mind and she would rather it stay there, but he asked and she guessed he had the right to know.
But as memories come back to her the scene plays out in her mind and thorn starts to shake her hands flying to her face,her eyes filling with terror. "No! ETO, come back!" She reaches out both her hands and grabs at him her wings open up off her back scraping the ground since she is sitting down and feathers, soft and downy, detach from the wings and float away slowly and gently.
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Post by Eto on Mar 5, 2016 2:26:36 GMT
Eto listened to her very intently, a gentle thrumming of his fingers on his hips being the only indication that he was alive other than the steadily intensifying glow of his ruby coloured eyes. Every word that the daemoness spoke was like tearing out a knife, across his heart. Power was seeping out of him unabated, like a cracked water pipe, waiting to burst.
They had both been betrayed. Allies, friends, people he had bled for and mourned over at their passing had created one of the biggest fears and largest sins Eto had ever experienced. His rage was boiling hot, a certain set of eyes opening pitch black in the deepest parts of his mind. He wanted blood and chaos and destruction, it was bred into the very essence of his being, of his monster.
Then Thorn threw herself forward, and he responded immediately, his arms catching her, and lifting her should she let him, up and off the ground. Her emaciated form weightless in his vampiric arms. The urge to bite, to feed, to put her to sleep clawed at the back of his mind. "Thorn it's me, everything is okay. I am not going anywhere." He'd squeeze her just a bit, hoping that his immutable presence could bring her some form of comfort.
Images of that evening flashed in his memory, one of the few not fogged by the passing of time. Nothing could erase those memories, so deeply rooted in his personality, his psyche that it was everything he had in him not to just go hunt them down. "Shhh Thorn shh." He cooed, doing his best to comfort her as his voice began to drip power, power he was having problems controlling.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 5, 2016 2:51:42 GMT
Thorn struggles and thrashes about in his arm but she is very weak having almost depleted her power before Eto came into Limbo looking for her. Her memory insists on playing through the entire thing and she reacts to each memory in the exact same way like a bad dream. She doesn't even know it isn't really happening anymore and with the culmination of the events Thorn stiffens and lets out a strangled cry.
"why....?"
A shudder shakes her body at where the swords are pulled out and she loses consciousness going limp. Her body is extremely hot to touch and her hair is pinging from the static in the air in this strange place. There are echoes around the pair in aftershock of what just happened, like the whole area was taking in the memories and leaving an impression of them in itself. a small wind picked up and the buildings that she had made suddenly start to float away in the opposite direction from which everything else had been going.
Thorn remains unconscious for the most part her the heat of her body slowly returns to its normal temperature and her eyes are half lidded showing silver slits that are very dull like tarnished silverware. She is spent, her efforts to get here and to make herself something to work in have depleted her once again.
A bump on the horizon appears and for some strange reason it seems to be coming towards them.
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Post by Eto on Mar 5, 2016 5:52:40 GMT
"Because I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. You're safe." More power, less control. His emotions flared violently. He could feel her burning against him, blazing like fire. "Thrice damned..." He could feel her burning out. "Stay with me Thorn. His eyes blazed with power as he felt her pass out. "No!" He roared out just as he spotted the object accelerating towards them. "Not NOW!" He growled violently. Lifting Thorn up he leaped up and on to one of the buildings, setting her down and grasping his scimitars.
Eto leaped down and placed himself between the oncoming object and the prone form of his oldest friend. "I SWEAR BY THE GODS I WILL END YOU IF YOU'RE HERE TO FIGHT!" He roared scimitars appearing in his hands.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 5, 2016 6:48:49 GMT
Thorn remains limp as the small lump on the horizon becomes a roof and slowly a house but it was more than a house when it was up close. It was more like a manor. Thatbwas strangely in the sttyle of old native japan. Before any of the things actually hit Eto or Thorn the house stopped moving. For a while there was no movement, then the door opened and a strange little dwarflike man came out of the door. He was wearing normal western style house clothes and as he came down the few steps he was fumbling on a cardigan. If this wasnt Limbo and the house wasn't japanese style you could almost swear that it was some old gentleman on a street where an accident happened, coming out of his house to offer assistance.
As he moved towards them he was shaking his head looking at thorn and tutting his disapproval of her condition. He was muttering to himself the whole time sounding like any other querrelous old man worried about someone. "Oh dear, this will not do. We cant have this now, it just wont do at all. We must get her inside, some hell tea or perhaps maybe a bracing draught. Here let me help."
He smiled up atnEto as he got close but diverted his course to go around and towards Thorn still shaking his head and tutting.
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Post by Eto on Mar 5, 2016 7:32:07 GMT
Eto watched building come hurling towards them and stop. The little creature that walked out sent every fiery impulse in him that wasn't already ablaze fiery. He moved with that furious speed, leaving an almost visible trail of power stepping up to Thorn before he could get to her, he would lift her up then stare down at the dwarf with fiery angry eyes. "Why are you here? And what do you want to do with Thorn? What do you want with her, what is happening to her and why do you think that this is okay? That my best friend in the world is fucking tormented and tortured because of some sick twisted sense of purpose?" He asked holding her away from him protectively.
"What makes you think I'll let you hurt her anymore than you already have?" He asked, staring daggers at the dwarf, wishing his own dagger wasn't floating away.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 5, 2016 8:16:04 GMT
Thorn stirred and groaned softly but couldn't wake herself up. She could hear the conversation but she was stuck down in the treacle like darkness of unconsciousness.
The little dwarfman studied Etofor a long moment and then sighed. He still glanced over Thorn worried, a little frown touched his amorphous features. "This is not to her benefit just standing out here, Eto. We need to revive her. She has been calling to me for a while and i have only just got around to answering her. If you won't let me near her at least bring her into the house." He glanced around quickly. "It's way too exposed out here.
The little guy bowed slightly then turned on his heel and headed back to th e door of the manor.
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Post by Eto on Mar 5, 2016 8:21:22 GMT
Eto let out a roar of frustration and followed the dwarf into his little house. He was immediately on high alert and angry. He didn't like being exposed, and liked less the fact that the Dwarf was speaking sense. Every instinct in him told him to kill him or run, but neither would help Thorn. He had to make sure she was okay, then live out his brutal little fantasy. "Why should I trust you Dwarf?" He asked, his voice still dripping angry power. "With what I know you're using my oldest friend for some long standing completely consuming quest, and it has hurt her, damaged her, and brought her more levels of pain than I have ever experienced. Why should I trust you?" He demanded stopping just inside the little house.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 5, 2016 8:36:29 GMT
The little man led ghe way into the house and the door would close quietly behind them but not lock. There was no lock on e door anyway. Inside the little antechamber where the door opened up to a sunken living area in japanese style where a wizened old woman was bustling around with pots and tiny tea cups. A pallet was on one side of the low japanese table suggestive of a comfortable place to put thorn. The little woman looked up as they stepped down into the sunken room. It was well lit and there were paintings on the wall but no windows. The paintings depicted a sunlit japanese garden and the light came from them like natural sunlight. On closer inspection they might have been photographs....or.....did that tree just move in the wind?
The little woman hurried over but didnt come any closer than the little man. Both were dwarflike but the eyes of the woman were startling. Exactly like Thorn her eyes were pure glowing silver, no iris no pupil. Her face was very familiar too. Her whole body seemed too look anxiously on at the demoness but when she looked at Eto she smiled softly and nodded.
"Please do sit down. Put the lady on the bed and let me poor you a beverage. Would you like any other refreshment? She bustled back to the table and knelt dolling out the little cups and pouring from the kettle into them. First she poured into etos some mulled merlot, from the same pot she poured a strange bright orange liquid out for the little man and into the cup that would be thorns the acrid odour of her helltea came from the spout. Strangely she poured herself the same into her cup.
She then looked at Eto and smiled in encouragement as the little man exclaimed happily about his favourite drink and knelt japanese style at the table and pi ked up his cup.
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Post by Eto on Mar 5, 2016 20:01:36 GMT
Eto stopped at the precipice of the main room looking over the room carefully. The hospitality that was offered by the lady had obviously caught him off-guard. He did his best to smile toward the lady, though when the dwarf passed into his line of sight to acquire his drink Eto's expression soured immediately.
Stepping carefully into the room, his supple leather boots made not a sound as he carried Thorn's semi-conscious/unconscious form to the pallet. He'd knelt down, carefully laying Thoaskedbody down on the pallet. He'd moved her body so that she was laying as comfortably as he could manage, one delicate hand brushing through the hair that seemed to have splayed all over the place.
He wanted to lose it, he wanted to draw back out his prized scimitars and murder both of the creatures in the strange house that floated through limbo. Tear the house apart and shred those amazing paintings/photos to shfeds, but he recognized the futility in it. Power that had been leaking so easily from his form settled down, and his control was bolstered by the fact that the lady had brought him the Merlot, and she herself was drinking Thorn's helltea.
"What is going on?" He asked, his voice hardly under control as he continued to unconsciously run his fingers through Thorn's hair. "Why would you do this to her?" He asked, this question pointed directly at the dwarf. His fingers carefully took hold of the helltea the lady had offered and he began to pour just a bit into her mouth at a time, massaging her throat, trying to get her to swallow.
"Why couldn't you have picked someone else? Thorn doesn't deserve this pain, I messed up and killed her. But I..." He droned off turning his primary attention back to his friend. "Come on Thorn, you've been through worse right? You're okay." Fear and doubt were etched across his immutable vissage, small bloody tears dripped down from the cor ers of his eyes. "Everything's going to be okay right? Everything is okay." He lifted her head into his lap rocking her very slowly back and forth.
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