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A E A I talked to God to no avail
Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Wow. Someone was getting grumpy. Or perhaps she was just asking about the wrong questions. Maea regarded Loren from the corner of her eyes, but didn't reply, sensing that it might be best not to prod too deeply. She did note that she probably shouldn't follow his example to the letter, if others had been injured due to him... but perhaps that was a bit late now. Granted, he had been the one to offer her company. And he seemed more than capable of looking after himself. But if he did get hurt? It would be her fault.
Frowning slightly at the path when they returned from the fork, Maea looked at the hedges, the ground, the place where the hawk had pounced on the squirrel. Or should have. She couldn't seem to find it, that branch in the shrubbery that had bent just so. "Does this look different to you?" she asked him, and glanced over the shoulder as they continued up the new path. "I could have sworn the hedges curved the other way before. Is it my imagination?" Nerves tensing, she leaned down again, this time to pick up a handful of rocks. It was not the best of weapons, but it was something at least. She didn't want to be completely defenseless in case more of those squirrels came back. Suddenly it didn't sound so cute to be attacked by them, with their ghostly voices calling her to follow. "I suppose it's a bit of both" she admitted, returning to the subject of Amalia. "I always wanted to be her friend, but I guess we just don't have the chemistry. There's other things too, old grudges... It's not that I don't want to like her, it's just... She shrugged. "Being around her reminds me of everything I'm not." Looking at Loren, the smile she offered was equal parts bitter and sweet and somehow made her look older. Weary. "You can hold it against me, it's alright. Most people do." |
A few marbles short
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01-06-2020, 06:01 PM
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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01-07-2020, 10:30 PM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay At Maea’s question, Loren glanced at the branch in question. Before he could answer, a squirrel popped up on the hedge they were staring at. "No!"Grimacing, the summoner shook his head. ”Not your imagination. The Labyrinth moves.” His hands and grip tightened on his blade. As she bent down to pick up some stones, his eyes flicked to her, but he said nothing. He simply moved closer as the hedges narrowed further. Above them, the sliver of sky grew smaller and smaller. After she finished her explanation, he was quiet for a long while. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. However, there was a dark quality to it, one that was mirrored in his eyes. "That would require me to care. And frankly, given everything else going on, I don't really have time for petty childhood grudges. My own or other peoples'." He stalked forward, taking them through an opening on the hedges that made up the right side of the path. Thankfully, on the other side they stumbled upon a patch of Efas herb. Kneeling, he cut off some of the plant, tucking it into his pack. However, he kept his eyes trained on their surroundings. They tightened as furry heads poked their way out of the hedges. The squirrels' eyes glittered as they watched the intruders. what goes, let go LOREN
01-07-2020, 10:45 PM
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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01-07-2020, 11:03 PM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay Maea's question caused Loren to stare at her. Then his eyes narrowed, his expression revealing little of how he felt. "It is if it's not the person's fault that you're hurting." While his features were neutral, his tone was more than a bit unimpressed.As she finally realized who he was and why he might be upset, his jaw tightened. "I tried." His voice came out in the barest of whispers. For a moment, his gaze was distant, and his eyes were haunted. Then he shook his head and stood up. "Come on. Let's get out of here." Of course, the squirrels chose that moment to attack. Thorns began raining down at them from the hedges, more annoyance than danger at the moment. But that could change swiftly in here. Growling with annoyance, the summoner tapped into his magic once more. A wolf appeared at his side, and howled at the sky. The sudden shocking appearance of it was enough to scatter the rodents for a moment. Their cries of "Yes," "No," and "Follow Me!" receded into the distance. "That won't scare them for long." With that he turned and began jogging swiftly away from the patch of herbs, aiming for the entrance they'd used. An entrance that was slowly shivering shut as the Labyrinth tried to block their escape. what goes, let go LOREN
the Firebrand
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Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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01-08-2020, 01:00 AM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay Loren snarled. ”I can see that.” As Maea darted ahead, he dismissed his wolf. He just managed to get through the opening before it closed fully, though a vine ripped across his legs, the thorn drawing blood. Ignoring the pain, he shrugged off his pack and bit down on it. Then he leapt into the air and shifted into a goose. Crashing through the canopy of hedges (losing both feathers and skin in the process), he took a quick scan of the Labyrinth. Then he crashed back through to the path below. Shifting back, he stumbled for a few steps on the landing, though he caught himself before he fell. Spitting out the sack, he caught it in one hand. ”Take the next right, then go straight for a while.” His breath came out in a pant, and his body was covered in cuts both large and small. They oozed blood, leaving crimson droplets in his wake. what goes, let go LOREN
01-08-2020, 01:35 AM
the Firebrand
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01-08-2020, 01:53 AM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay Loren let out an annoyed huff of air. ”I told you it moved. Didn't your stories prepare you for this?" There wasn't really any heat behind the words, given how much he was panting.As Maea reached for him, he skidded to a halt. At her question, his eyes narrowed and he glanced down, noticing his injuries for the first time. A wave of sky blue light slid over him. The cuts were so minor that it took the barest thread of his power to seal them. He didn't bother to clean himself off just yet. "I'm good. Let's move." He gestured for her to get back to the tactical retreating. At that, a squirrel popped over the hedge. "Yes!" It held a small bow in its hand, and before the summoner could react, it shot a thorn that pierced the back of his hand. He cursed, and levered up a nearby rock with his telekinesis, hurling it at the rodent, which scampered out of the way. what goes, let go LOREN
01-08-2020, 02:26 AM
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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01-08-2020, 02:35 AM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay Loren gritting his teeth at Maea’s response. Then the summoner forced himself to take a deep and steadying breath. ”Escape now, argue later.” He moved so that he could get past her.However, before he could push ahead, they had to deal with the squirrel. And her sudden bout of pique. "Yeah. Bring people back from the dead, or prevent them from dying in the first place, apparently." There was a deep-seated fury underlaying the words, and beneath that, an even more deeply held self-hatred. He squeezed his eyes shut. "And here I was just about to compliment you on your aim, considering that you're the one who actually hit the damn squirrel. But it's not my fault you feel bad about yourself. And we don't have time for this." Opening his eyes, he stalked past her wordlessly. Then he began to lead them down the path he'd identified earlier, hoping it hadn't changed already. As he walked, he stayed alert for further attacks from either plants or animals. Apparently taking out a squirrel had momentarily deterred them. But his luck never held for long. what goes, let go LOREN
01-08-2020, 03:05 AM
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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01-08-2020, 03:17 AM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay Although Loren knew better, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Maea’s response. ”You asked me for examples of things I couldn’t do. I gave them. Not my fault you didn’t like the answer.” His words came out in between pants, but even with that there was a great deal of incredulity in them, about as much as the look she'd turned on him if not more.As he skidded around a corner, he ducked under a low-hanging branch. The crack of stone against wood drew his eyes instinctively. However, his training and prior experience took over. Turning back to the direction he'd just been facing, he flung out a hand. Just in time too, as squirrels had poked their head out and were readying their thorns, taking advantage of the distraction of the unexpected sound. The wall of water he'd called up swept them out of the way. "Would be nice. You're right, though, I do feel bad about myself, because my best friends' children just died, among other casualties, because I couldn't protect them. Which is all I wanted. And then some of my friends went crazy, and then they disappeared. And one of my other friends is crippled, maybe for life, and my cousin has threatened to kill me. So I've got actual problems to deal with. He glared at her. "I'm curious. What do you want? To be loved like Amalia? To be powerful like me? Because if you're looking for respect, you're going about it in the worst way possible." He shook his head. "Actually, don't answer that. Let's go." With that, he took off again, weaving through the dizzying paths of the Labyrinth. The hedges were thinning, and the sky was clearly visible overhead now. what goes, let go LOREN
01-08-2020, 03:38 AM
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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01-08-2020, 03:53 AM
whatever comes, let it come what stays, let it stay As Maea fell silent, Loren focused on his breathing. He took deep breaths in through his nose, and released them from his mouth. Although he still moved at a quick pace through the hedges, and his heart still pounded in his chest, he felt hard-earned training pay off as his thoughts stilled and his fury subsided.So when the pale-skinned woman actually did answer his question, he didn't respond with more heated words. Instead, he turned a surprisingly sympathetic look on her. And his voice, when he spoke, was calm and comforting. "No. No it's not. It's...it's quite understandable really. And I think you'll find a lot of people feel that way as well. Myself. Amalia." The summoner smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "But you'll never feel like you belong if you keep measuring yourself against other people. And you need to start recognizing what you can and do contribute. Like your aim with the rock earlier. It bought us quite a bit of time from the squirrels, in case you hadn't noticed." He paused, and gave her a considering look. "Seems to me the only one who thinks you're just Maea is you." Then he glanced up at the open air above them. "I'm going to go check on the path again. Follow me." With that, he leapt into the air again and shifted, wings pumping. He gained enough altitude to spot the nearest way out, and began flying above it, hoping to lead her through. Of course, that was when the squirrels started firing thorns at him. He honked in outrage as they shot towards his feathers, and he tried to weave and dodge through the air frantically as he made his way towards the ground so he could land. what goes, let go LOREN | ||||||
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