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Post by Vultis on Sept 16, 2016 21:03:36 GMT -5
Azar closed his eyes tightly, trying not to think of the lives he had just blinked from existence moments ago. He breathed slowly, feeling a small flame sputtering from the palm of one of his hands. It wasn't a repercussion from anger or instinct or the will to live, it had come from emotion. He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, watching the flame disappear just as quickly as it had come. For so long he had tried to live peacefully. He realized, in that moment, that his character had been somewhat muted. He had tried to become devoid of emotion because of what he knew it could make him do. Now that he was showcasing it on a much larger scale than what was normal he had began to notice small outbursts of his powers happening more often.
Her words, although aimed at herself, stung him deeply. He could see a house very similar in appearance in front of him. Smoke trailed from several places on it, indicating the fire that had been extinguished moments before. It was ruined and crumbled, collapsing in several places. Anyone inside when the house fire had caught would have surely been killed...
What had she done? It must've been something similar to himself. Had she killed someone? Someone she loved, or maybe someone she hadn't even known. Someone who had raised her from birth. The thought put an air of despair around him. He didn't want to think about this.
"You're not a monster," he spoke, trying to use a soothing voice, but instead sounding very monotonic. There he was going again, devoid of emotions. He put meaning behind his next words, "We're not monsters."
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Post by SparkyFlames on Sept 17, 2016 18:33:21 GMT -5
Under different circumstances, Anya might have laughed. Instead, she looked up at Azar, staring at him while she processed his claim. His despair was lost on her. “How aren’t we? You killed those knights,” she replied quietly. There was no intentional malice behind her comment, just confusion. Her tone, however, didn’t reflect that. “And you know nothing about what I’ve done.”
She tried to take a deep breath, but it was only barely less shallow than the rest of her breathing. “I’m not like you,” she forced out. “I’m not used to people. If I’m out there… and I lose control… I-I can’t…”
She trailed off, looking down at her hands. There was too much blood already covering them. If she went out there, how long would it take for them to get further bloodied?
Anya slowly looked up again, this time seeing a different young man in front of her. A burn scar covered a good portion of his left arm, branching out like the limbs of a tree from above his elbow. He looked down at her with even more disgust and fear than the knights had. She averted her gaze, her face burning with shame. Even those she didn’t kill, she would end up hurting.
“I need to stay. I need to keep people safe.” Her prison was one she created herself, just as much as it was one she had been forced into. As easy as it would be to leave, the thought had never crossed her mind.
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Post by Vultis on Sept 21, 2016 22:23:30 GMT -5
Her words, although spoken without accusation, struck him deeply. He looked down at the ground, picturing the knights in his head. Three of them had been killed, the last probably still riding away now to wherever he came from, grieving the loss of his friends. Losses that you could've prevented, he scolded himself mentally. What did it matter anymore, though, they were dead and that was the end of it. The image of the knights laying on the forest floor flashed in front of him. His head swirled and he almost stumbled to the ground. After steadying himself mentally he held his right hand up to his temple, closing his eyes tightly.
She's right. You killed the knights. You killed your family.
The thought pulsed through him- shaming him. His finger became hot to the touch and he immediately withdrew it from his temple.
"If you stay, you will die," he spoke sparingly of words. "They will come, and they will kill you."
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Post by SparkyFlames on Sept 23, 2016 19:20:27 GMT -5
Anya forced herself to her feet, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her breathing was still short and ragged, coming in even quicker gasps now, but she was scowling now as she attempted she calm down. Of course, that was easier said than done when she was being reminded of her potential upcoming end. They would kill her because of Azar’s actions, not her’s, but she knew that would make little difference.
“But—if I—leave, how—how many others—will—die instead?” she gasped out. “My duty—is to my—people. I have to—keep them safe. Even from—from myself. But—if I stay…”
Anya was torn. There was a reason why Azar had been able to get in so easily. The knights had long ago realized that the sense of duty to protect her people was more than enough to keep her here. There was no reason to lock her in. And even with her own life at risk, that sense of duty kept coming back. She didn’t want to die, but she also didn’t want to be a murderer again. Certainly not like that.
You killed your own mother, what’s to stop you from killing anyone else who causes you the slightest problem? But do you really want to die? Who’s life is more valuable?
“Where would I—even go? I’m useless as anything—but a—monster.”
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Post by Vultis on Sept 26, 2016 21:59:14 GMT -5
Duty to her people? Azar hadn't thought that she might've been in a position of power or high governmental ranking. Was she royalty? That seemed most obvious, but he couldn't think of anyone alive that she could be.
He grimaced at her next question. He didn't want her to stay, she would certainly be killed. He had done enough killing in one day, and if she didn't come then her life would end. He was the reason she was in danger, and he would be responsible for her death if she died.
"Anya," he began, pausing a moment before continuing, "The knight that survived will come back, you know that. He'll come back with an army if he has to! They'll stop at nothing to kill you, and yet you did nothing to them. I was the one who made the foolish decision of coming here, and because of that your life is in mortal danger."
He looked down at the ground, trying so hard not to remember all of the lives that he had banished from this world. "If you die, I will have murdered yet another person; surely you know how it feels."
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Post by SparkyFlames on Sept 27, 2016 21:46:24 GMT -5
In her panic, Anya didn’t even realize the strangeness of what she had said. How Azar could possibly figure out who she was and just what she had done to end up here. No, that was lost on her.
She didn’t look at him as he spoke again, saying nothing. Her breathing made it impossible to be silent, but some part of her was making her try her best to keep quiet while she thought and he talked. He keeps admitting to this being his fault. If you’re going to be punished, why not make him pay? She shook her head slightly. He hadn’t known the knights would come back or what he was getting himself into.
The hall was beginning to darken as the sun lowered, but the area directly around them seemed to hardly change in comparison. The constant electricity around her hands, occasionally twisting up her arms, helped with that.
Anya visibly flinched at his last comment, looking up. Seizing what little composure she had managed to recover, she walked up to him. She grabbed his jaw, tilting his head down so she could get a better look at his eyes. Eyes like hers. A few small sparks leapt from her to his skin, but she didn’t notice.
“You’re right,” she replied quietly. “This—is all your fault. Are you planning—on making up for it besides this? To help me survive?” Anya was studying his eyes closely, searching for his reactions, his thoughts. “Or—are you going to leave me alone and—and clueless, just because it won’t be—as directly your fault if I—I die then? Because I’ll be—helpless.”
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Post by Vultis on Sept 28, 2016 22:58:34 GMT -5
Azar looked at the slight pulses of electricity arching on and around her, leading up her arm and generating from her hands. "Wha-" he began to say, confused as to why she was grabbing him. As she pulled him closer he got the best look into her abnormal eyes that he didn't know how he had missed noticing them like this sooner. Her ice-blue eyes stared deeply into his, reminding him yet again of how odd they were.
He didn't think that his eyes had always been the bright green-blue that they were, but couldn't remember correctly. Oftentimes he stared at them in a mirror, perplexed by the bright green and medium blue, and sometimes- when in sunlight - yellow that surround his pupils. The luxury of a suitable mirror didn't come often to him, however, so he was mostly just gazing at them on a lake or other reflective surfaces.
Anya's eyes were nonetheless extraordinary. The blue was so pale, he was sure that he had never seen a color in one's eyes before then. He mentally punched himself again as she spoke, wishing to have the crazy ability of rewriting the past- in which case he would've never gone to the castle. "Yes," he answered, intending to sound confident, "I will protect you from them at my utmost greatest abilities."
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