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Post by Presea Combatir on May 27, 2009 17:51:18 GMT -5
It was the same as always, the same sort of dreary sorts of things Presea did daily; she was at home, sitting outside on the front step, a carving knife in hand and a small chunk of wood in the other. Her axe lay beside her on the step, within reach should she need it, and all that surrounded her was the silence of the forest. Nobody dared to come down here, ever, and Presea rarely went through the other parts of the village simply because it would empty. What was the point of walking through crowds of people when she could easily enter the Gaoraccia Forest from where she was?
Quietly the small girl sat, carving, the only sounds around her being the sounds of birds chirping every now and then, the sounds of an animal, and the sound of a knife carving wood. Scrape, scrape. The sound of a gloved hand brushing off pieces. The rosette's short legs barely reached the next step, even as she seemed so content at what she was doing. Some might have considered her to look happy at first, from a distance, but Presea was much the opposite of that. Well, not necessarily opposite. She was literally... Nothing.
Yes, nothing was the best way to describe it. She was lifeless, like a vessel of sorts, or a barrel that echoed hollowly because it was empty. There were a lot of metaphorical ways it could be taken; things were lighter when they were empty, and Presea was never one of the largest people you could meet. As she cut away at what would soon be the neck of the bear that she was making, she blandly glanced around the place, surveying nothing but a few squirrels scampering, as if they were scampering from her.
Rodyle will be here soon, she thought to herself. Three hours, forty-five minutes, and eighteen point seven seconds ago, he said he was going to Meltokio. It takes five and a quarter days to travel that distance for someone as him, meaning he should be back within the next ten days or so. I am to make another bear and a bird in that amount of time. All was quiet as she sat, just carving, as if she liked the serenity. But no, it was much the opposite. Presea had no feelings towards whether she was alone or not. Standing up for a moment, she set down the bear and walked into the home behind her, bringing out a few pieces of sandpaper and leaving the carving knife on the step next to her. With precision she sanded around the curve she'd carved, smoothing it until it looked perfect. Shff, shff, shff. This would take a while, but expert hands were working as hard as they possibly could to create this. |
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Post by Drake Aurelis on May 27, 2009 18:57:20 GMT -5
Drake hadn't wanted to split up from Meridy, but he realized that she was probably right. He sighed, and turned back the way they had come. Everything was silent and still, except for Drake, who walked along wearily, hearing the grass under his heels. He eventually came back to... Ozette.
No, he wasn't going to go back in. Instead, he tried to go back around, and try to get back into Gaoracchia forest another way. He managed to find his way into the forest... Getting through was another story.
He wandered, lost, for hours. He tried to keep going in a relatively straight line, but he could barely see. Eventually, he stumbled across somewhere that actually had some light... There was a house. And next to it, was a slope, that led up to Ozette. Drake sighed... And collapsed in exhaustion, he could NOT move. He was still hurt from Estressa's Wind Blade spell as well, and only as he was fading out of consciousness did he realize two things:
A) He should have finished healing his wounds.
B) He should have just flown over a cliff in dragon form rather than trying to stumble through the forest.
And then he was unconscious. Completely vulnerable to the wrath of the villagers...
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Post by Angie Cherish on May 27, 2009 19:27:54 GMT -5
Dreary. That is the word that Angie could describe Ozette to be. A dreary, old, stinky village; a place that has nothing worth stealing or any fun what so ever. A place so away from the world, that you have to go through a stupid forest that is so dark that you literally trip and run into tree branches. A place not suited for the uncoordinated or a klutz to be exact.
A very angry looking teen stands there, staring at the accursed place that has something so interesting to her Lord wants to know more about it. The girl curses under breath, so foul a sailor would blush at how colorful her words are.
Feeling something poking in her head, she reaches up to slowly take out a piece stick and few leaves stuck in her silver hair. Yes, a forest not suited for the uncoordinated.
She whips the blood seeping down her forehead, smearing the blood on to her hand. Shaking her head, she walks forwards towards the town before stopping in her tracks. Knowing her search would be useless if she looks like crap, she starts to walk once more. A different destination, one with warms water and such.
Coming up the village, glances around the area at the many people looking at her with disgust. She raises a delicate silver eye brow, amusement splaying on her lips.
This will definitely be place I will remember. Okay bath first then searching. Gnome this is going to hard.
How the hell is she going to go about asking people if they have ever seen a man with purple hair, large jacket covering his neck and almost his chin, and who looks like he could use some counseling. Not with very inhospitable villagers. What would Rodyle want with a place like this?
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Post by Presea Combatir on May 27, 2009 21:47:39 GMT -5
Carving was all she seemed to be doing, and it really all she did most of the time. Just sit in the quiet, carve more objects, sometimes travel to Meltokio when asked. Whenever sacred wood, which only grew near Ozette, was needed, Presea was usually the one to carry out the deed. She knew she had to keep working in order to save her sick father. The sad part was, she didn't even realize he was already dead, a simple skeleton in the bed she thought contained his living form.
At the sounds of someone crashing through the underbrush and a thud as something hard and heavy hit the ground, Presea glanced up with her lifeless eyes, seeing the body of what looked like a young boy, in his teens it seemed, with a mess of black hair and a rather tall form. It seemed that he completely would dwarf the young girl, but he also looked rather sickly, told by his falling flat on his face then and there.
Setting down what it was that she was working on, with no compassion shown in face or felt in heart, Presea picked up her axe - could this possibly be a trick? She thought it unlikely, but nonetheless, she held the weapon in her one hand and walked towards the boy, ready for any sort of attack that could possibly come. As nothing seemed to come, she used one foot to roll him over, hooking it under his shoulder and using the insanely enhanced strength she had to flip him over.
Still seeing nothing of danger to herself, she walked over to one of the boy's feet, grasped his ankle tight with her free hand, and dragged him as if he were feather weight to her, no sweat or strain showing in her face at all. She was literally like a lifeless doll, in more ways than some might have thought. A true monster to the people of Ozette... Once reaching the stairs, she unceremoniously dropped the boy's leg down and returned to her seated position on the stairs. The boy didn't seem conscious, but she neither cared nor... didn't care, really. She was just apathetic, showing no emotion towards whatever. At least that way he wouldn't be lying as lunch to some random possible monster or animal that might make its way through the forest... Presea didn't deal with them often, but she did enough times to know what sorts of things they could do.
As if nothing had happened, Presea returned to carving her bear, silence still surrounding her as usual.
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Post by Drake Aurelis on May 27, 2009 23:11:06 GMT -5
"Urrgh...' Drake groaned as he woke up. Where was he? He felt like he had been dragged across the ground... He sat up, flinching, and looked around. Where was he...? Then he remembered what had happened! He was near where he had been collapsed, but... He was on the porch in front of the house! How had he... It must have been that girl right there.
"Excuse me?" Drake tried to get the attention of the girl, who seemed to be focused on carving something. "Er... Did you bring me over here? I... Uh... My name is Drake, what's yours? By the way, why did you save me? I would almost have expected the people here to try to kill me..." He sighed. They still might. He wasn't doing well... He doubted he could put up much fight. He might be able to use spells, but he doubted they would do much anyway...
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Post by Angie Cherish on May 27, 2009 23:25:13 GMT -5
Angie looks glumly at the wood house, down a slanted road. Far off from the town, the last place that she has to get any answers. She had already taken a bath, and patched up forehead as much as she could. Once she had done that she had gotten busy with asking the town folk about Rodyle and all that. She didn't get much since most of the time she had to knock on people's door and get some not so pleasant remarks about herself. Especially that one old man, curse him.
Flash Back
Angie looks grimly at the door; she hopes this person doesn't slam the door in her face like the many times that has happened. Straightening her posture, she knocks on the door. She starts to count to ten and if the door doesn’t open by then, then she’ll leave; but right when she gets to five the door opens to find a big burly man with gray hair slowly growing at the side of his hair.
"Hello." she says sweetly. The man just gives her a up and down look, looking at her short skin tight black shorts and belly showing black tank top as well. The man snorts and shuts the door after he says something.
"I didn't call for a prostitute."
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Angie just stands there, steaming at the memory. Oh she was so close to about ice tornadoing that house, and better yet grinding her sword in his mouth and ... No she is not going to think of murderous thoughts. No matter how mad she is, what's done is done. Not like that was the first before.
Angie shakes her head, remembering the only thing she got on Rodyle is that he always goes down to the house. So what ever that is so interesting for Rodyle to see down there, has to be pretty important. Sighing at her luck, she runs down the steep road and stops to look at the front of the house.
A tattered house, that’s about to crumble. Greeeaaat [/color] Soon her eyes catch the little pink haired girl and the boy with deteriorating health sitting on the stairs. Baffled she rushes forward to crouch in front of the boy. “Hey! Are you okay?” She asks with concern. Knowing she can’t do much really since she’s strictly just a fighter. She looks over towards the pink haired girl, her eyes widening as it catches the crystal and necklace on her chest. “A.. a…Cruxis Crystal?” She silently asks her self, stuttering in surprise. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, before looking at it once more. “No…a forming Cruxis Crystal.”Her eyes narrow in disgust, at what Rodyle is doing. Not even caring about the boy anyway, she has just now found her objective. Rodyle wants a Cruxis Crystal so badly that he is actually attempting at making one from an Exsphere. That a-hole! She’s just a girl and he’s using her as an experiment. But then again, that’s what Desians do for a living.She sidles over to Presea, not caring for personal space as she leans in closer to look at the necklace. Keeping her hands on her knees in her crouch, her eyes roam across the necklace. She rubs her chin in thought. “Hmmm… that key crest seems different than a normal one….but I’m on expert so..” She trails off in thought. Leaning back as her head goes back with her eyes closed, she flails as she falls right on her back. Looking up at the sky, she remembers that she was crouching on stairs. She chuckles at her stupidity and covers her face with her palm before bouncing back up to her feet. “Alright, objection complete!” She says with enthusiasm, clenching her fist in front of her with a smile. "Now to report to Lord Yuan!"Her back to Presea and Drake, she places her hands on her hips and starts laughing madly at her accomplishment. If only she could remember that there are people around. Well she is socially awkward. <3
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Post by Presea Combatir on May 28, 2009 8:51:01 GMT -5
Silence was all that seemed to greet the boy as he flailed and flinched, obviously confused about what was going on around him. Presea barely paid any attention, glancing over only slightly as she continued to work on her creation. His questions were only met with silence as she contemplated whether to answer or not. The silence was only broken by the sound of her knife chipping away at the wood block in her hand.
"Presea. You passed out." That should answer his questions to an extent, at least in her opinion. If he was smart, he would be able to put two and two together, and hopefully figure out she'd answered all of his questions with four words. Her attention was diverted slightly, however, as a woman, dressed rather oddly at that, came down the slope that led up to the village and approached her. She seemed to pay no mind to the injured boy, much like Presea was doing, but it seemed she expressed something towards him... Perhaps a response of notice that he was lying on the ground.
Suddenly, however, Presea's personal space was invaded quite quickly, though she didn't much care to do anything about it. It didn't bother her, or rather, it wasn't anything at all to her. She was rather used to some trying to examine the Exsphere she wore on her neck, but the woman had said something about a Cruxius Crystal, and Presea was slightly confused. It seemed she was greatly examining it, and mentioned something about an irregular Key Crest. Presea wasn't even fully sure what that was; she couldn't recall hearing the term before, at least not when it was applied to an object physically in front of the person.
As the woman leaned backwards and fell flat on her back, Presea simply returned to her carving, as if she didn't care. And really, that was the only way to express her obvious lack of feeling towards the situation; she was cold, void, empty like a barrel, and yet she was still a little girl. At least, that was how she looked; some might not have known that she'd spent sixteen years as a twelve-year-old girl. None but those who lived in Ozette would know the lack of difference in her appearance. She was literally twenty-eight years old, but the special Exsphere equipped on her was limiting her aging to absolutely none.
At the mention of a man named Yuan, Presea chose that time to speak. "Cruxius... Crystal? Yuan?" Her voice didn't even express her confusion in her tone, but her words spoke of it quite loudly. Who was this man named Yuan, and what was a Cruxius Crystal? The woman seemed to have spoke of one forming, but where was one forming? Of course, whether she was answered or not really didn't matter. She would just return to her normal life with her carving, genuinely expressed as she returned to gently sanding the soon-to-be bear.
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Post by Drake Aurelis on May 28, 2009 10:47:22 GMT -5
The girl didn't seem like she had heard him... He was about to try to ask again, when suddenly, she said "Presea. You passed out." "Huh?" Drake asked. And then, "Oh." Well, apparently this girl wasn't much interested in conversation. Drake sighed. He decided to try to cast a First Aid spell on himself... But then he was interrupted by a girl coming out of nowhere. "Hey! Are you okay?" she asked him, sounding concerned.
Drake stopped casting the spell, and said "Er... Yes, I think so." Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to cast any spells here. Between what Meridy had said, and what Drake had witnessed himself, it wouldn't be a good idea to cast anything if anyone was paying even the slightest attention to him.
But then, the new girl started talking with Presea. Or rather, to Presea, who wasn't really saying much back. Drake decided to try casting his spell while the other two were distracted. As he was casting, he heard a few things he wondered about, sounded familiar... No! He had to focus on this spell before anything else.
He finished casting it, though he obviously wasn't showing off here, he only whispered the chant of the spell. As he cast his spell and his wounds finished closing, the strange white-haired girl said something about “Alright, objection complete! Now to report to Lord Yuan!" before beginning to laugh...
Drake interrupted her. "First, I'm guessing you mean 'Objective Complete' but... Were you assigned on a mission to find Presea or something? Who are you anyway? And then... Who's Yuan, and what's a Cruxis Crystal? And... You do realize that you don't quite sound sane, right?" He almost thought he himself sounded insane just in his attempts to ask about her insanity.
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Post by Angie Cherish on May 29, 2009 14:16:15 GMT -5
Angie stops her laughing right as she hears Presea say something. Clamping her mouth shut she silently curses once more.
I really need to learn to shut my mouth.
She slightly turns towards Presea, raising an eye brow and contemplating whether she should answer or not. Not that she really wants to, considering the fact that the Renegades are suppose to be all 'hush hush'. Though there are times when she's had to pretend that she's a half-elf to some human's to pass off as a Desian. Usually after that, they leave her well alone until they send the guards. Though that's never a problem, since she's dealt with guards her whole life in Meltokio. Then again there is no harm in telling what a Cruxis Crystal is, though with that guy unfortunately she can't say. So she'll just sum it up to simple truth, with the side of not really telling the whole truth.
"It's a type of Exsphere, and Yuan is my ....'Master'," She says quietly. Though Yuan can be considered her master, not that she'll ever say so to his face, for saving her life and teaching her how to do advance fighting in all. He’s still a prick and a loser though.
She looks over to Drake as he says his bout of questions. Okay maybe Objection Complete isn't exactly the correct wording, but she could care less. She smiles sweetly at Drake, not that she's going to answer his question.
"Well aren't you a smart one." She icily says with her sweet smile. "Now get lost boy!"
Now you could say it’s weird for a girl who looks about 16 years old call a guy who’s looks around years old a boy. Though the truth is she’s actually around 21 years old. The reason she looks like is because of the Cruxis Crystal on her neck as well. Though thankfully her black tank top at least covers that part of her. She is an angel; she unfortunately does not have wings. Sucks, doesn’t it? Yeah that’s why she had to walk through the stupid forest.
Turning her attention away from Drake, she walks towards the girl. Thinking she could at least ask when Rodyle comes around here.
"Hey, you know Rodyle right?" She asks Presea, losing the icy edge to her voice and going for a more authorities tone. "Well, when is he coming around here?"
Angie rubs her temple, a headache already forming for some reason. The smell, it’s killing her. Walking away from Presea, she walks over towards the door. The smell becoming intense as she gets closer, slowly opening the door she takes a deep breathe as the foul smell comes at her full force. Angie starts coughing and steps back away from the door quickly, trying to regain her sense of smell.
“What the hell is in there!?” She exclaims. She uses her arm to attempt to block out some of the smell. “It.. smells like something is decaying in there.”
She quickly steps away from the house, her boots crunching at the rocks under her. Her eyes quickly look over towards the girl, her icy blue eyes widening. Has this girl been her so long that she doesn’t even realize something dead is in there?
What has Rodyle done to this girl?
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Comments: Gah, I feel like I’m jumping around subjects. X.x sorry if it seems that way. I’ll try harder to make the transitions between topic more smoother. xP And sorry for the long wait. e.e my computer's internet was having some malfuntions, but I fixed it ^^;
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Post by Presea Combatir on Jun 16, 2009 21:32:53 GMT -5
Perfect silence was the only thing that the Combatir girl knew, and she knew it well. Why answer when you weren't asked anything? It could have been said that she didn't care, or that she simply wasn't paying attention, but it was much the opposite. Her ears were completely open to the conversation around her, her attention split just slightly as it flickered between her surroundings and the bear. She heard Angie's question, but she didn't answer just yet.
And Presea knew now that she wouldn't quite get the chance to answer, not with how Angie was screaming about something or other now. Presea, seemingly oblivious to the woman's questions, pushed gently past her with her small yet powerful frame and walked inside, the smell of decay not reaching her nostrils as she might have thought. She was used to wallowing in the filthy smell, but she had no coherent idea what exactly it was. To her, the father she'd always had was lying in the same bed, only sick; little did she know, he'd passed away a long time ago.
Silently the axe-wielding female walked in, setting the bear on a shelf below the window. She picked up a few small herbs, the same ones she always used, prepared them, and walked into the other room as she ground them with a mortar and pestle. Once they were finely crushed into a paste-like form, she walked over to the skeletal remains of what looked to be a man, scraping the mortar with her hand and looking as if she were feeding the concoction to the skeleton. Finished and satisfied, Presea walked back into the other room, facing Angie now.
"Gone to Meltokio," she stated quietly, her voice flat and monotone, in a sense. She was literally like an emotionless puppet, nothing flashing across her face even as she spoke. It was as if she were a hollow vessel for absolutely nothing. "Three hours, fifty-seven minutes, and seven point thirty-five seconds ago." Presea walked out of the door once again, picking up her axe as if it weighed absolutely nothing. She walked over to the edge of the wood, disappeared slightly into the trees, and with one powerful swing of her axe, the tree came cascading down. She chopped off the parts with the branches, leaving one branch to work as a handle for herself, and grabbed the section, dragging it as if it were feather weight to her. She was going to make more charms, yes, because it was all she ever did. What better way to pass the time?
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Post by Drake Aurelis on Jun 16, 2009 23:00:57 GMT -5
"Boy?!" Drake repeated back, annoyed, "You could hardly be any older than me!" He got up and drew himself to his full height. At six feet and seven inches, that was a lot. She seemed to be ignoring him however. "Hey!" he repeated. His eyes changed at this point, he was sufficiently angry. The irises were now golden, while the pupils were now slit, appearing almost to be windows into a world of endless flames.
However, at this point, Drake noticed an annoying smell. He realized that it had been bugging him slightly this whole time, though he had really only noticed it just now. He guessed that the annoying girl noticed it as well, since she looked somewhat disgusted too, and walked towards the door to the house, where the smell seemed to be coming from.
As the smell came full force, Drake joined the girl in her coughing fit. That smell was disgusting! He didn't back away from it however. Once he managed to stop coughing and put up with the disgusting smell of decay, he opened his watering eyes (which were normal colored again) and saw what the smell was coming from. A corpse, laying on the bed! He couldn't believe this! "Wha... What is going on here?!" he wondered aloud. Then, he suddenly noticed something on the floor. It was a piece of paper.
Drake picked it up without really thinking about it. He glanced it over a bit. He didn't understand much of it, just that it was written by a man named Rodyle, and it mentioned... "Estressa!" Drake cried out, "What... What does she have to do with this?" Drake recognized that name, Rodyle, from... Well, from that girl asking about him earlier.
Drake had questions now. Too many. He looked around for Presea, and saw that she was heading out into the woods. Then... What the hell?! She chopped down a tree effortlessly, and after chopping most of the branches off, dragged it behind her just as effortlessly.
Drake walked over to her quickly, and asked, sounding upset, "What is going on?! There's a dead body in there, you don't seem to care about anything, you are effortlessly dragging a freaking TREE behind you and..." He took a deep breath. There was no sense screaming at her. He sighed, before finishing, more quietly and calmly "Just answer this at least, please. Have you heard of a woman named Estressa?"
This was all too much. Who was Rodyle? Who was this young girl right here, Presea? Who was the other annoying girl? How was this all connected with Estressa? And by extension, him? After all, at this point, anything involving Estressa involved him he believed.
Drake realized something then. He couldn't just run away from Estressa. He wanted to stop her, whatever she was doing, and anyone else like her, who would just toy with people's lives. He felt his anger building as he thought about her, and once again, his eyes changed.
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Post by Angie Cherish on Jun 17, 2009 14:20:35 GMT -5
Angie slightly shifted her weight as Presea pushed past her to the house. A little curious about what she's going to do, she walks behind Presea. Getting a little use to the smell, she ignore the thudding headache and watched intently to what Presea does. As Presea starts to feed the skeleton, Angie couldn't help but bite her lip.
The poor thing, not even noticing that the person in that bed is dead. Everyday probably feeding that skeleton the same concoction; thinking that what she is doing is helping the person. It's a sad sight, that's something Angie could agree on.
"Wha... What is going on here?!"
Angie bit back a smartass kind of reply; knowing that it was no use. Forgetting about Drake, she nods her head at what Presea says. Grabbing for a notepad and pencil in the back of her bag hanging on her back waist. She quickly writes it down, so as to not forget. Looking up from the notepad, she opens her mouth and closes it as she find Presea gone. Wanting to ask when he'll be back; her attention is averted once more to Drake.
"Estressa!" "What... What does she have to do with this?"
Turning sharply to Drake, she narrows her eyes. Wondering what he would know about Estressa, that hag from hell, why Estressa has something to do with this. Restraining herself from ripping the piece of paper away from him, she follows his gaze to outside to see Presea effortlessly cut down a tree.
So, she's already this far into the process. Ridiculous! How long has she received the Exsphere?
[/color] Shaking her head she slowly follows after Drake; interest ringing in the area. "What is going on?! There's a dead body in there, you don't seem to care about anything, you are effortlessly dragging a freaking TREE behind you and..." Angie rolls her eyes at his little panic attack; raising an eye brow at how he tries to calm himself. "Just answer this at least, please. Have you heard of a woman named Estressa?" And that was the magic word to get Angie involved. Quickly stepping in, she puts her hands on her hips as she puts on a cool and calm attitude. "She probable hasn't." Angie replies coolly as she looks out into the woods and her back to Drake. A small smile reaches on her lips, before she subdues it to a passive look on her face. "She can cut that tree and drag it effortlessly because of her Exsphere on her chest." She says monotony. Now why would she be giving out information, why because its a little trick she learned. If you openly give some information; you'll in return get the information you want. There is also a reverse interrogation, but that's a risky kind of thing. Especially when the interrogated is you and well your ally, the co-interrogator, isn't handling the situation and you, the interrogated, is being punched around like a rag doll. It really hurts, especially when you have to keep up your facade up. From a person with experience, never try it unless you trust your co-interrogator. Turning to look at Drake, she keeps herself from showing that she can see the certain eye color change. Hearing her inward voice scream 'EXPERIMENT, FREAK, RUN!' she suffocates the voice with some inward bashing. Remaining cool, calm, and collected, she gives a small smile to Drake. "What pretty eyes you have," she says sweetly.
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Post by Presea Combatir on Jun 18, 2009 20:27:32 GMT -5
It might have seemed that Presea was ignoring the two of them as they spoke in front of her, but in reality, she was completely in-tune to the conversation. The heavy sacred wood that she was dragging behind her was to go to the church, and while she had planned to leave tomorrow morning, now seemed like a good time to get out of here. These people didn't need to be here, as Presea knew, and her leaving would probably allow them to get away, at least for the most part.
At the mention of the name Estressa, Presea tried to remember where she could have possibly heard that name as she dragged the tree to the front step. She couldn't seem to remember where she had heard the name before, but if she'd had emotions, she would have thought Angie and Drake to be rather annoying and pushy, and it would have caused her quite the irritation. However, she knew no emotions, and therefore, once the question that she had been asked was answered by Angie, Presea saw no reason to speak. He'd had his question answered, and so she wouldn't bother to voice her own.
She walked into the house again, probably blasting Angie and Drake with the smell of rotted flesh once again, and brought out a handle that she always used to carry her wood when she needed to. She pressed it easily into either side of the log and grabbed her axe with her other hand, stopping for a moment to look at Angie and Drake.
"Please leave," she said, her voice both polite and yet bland at the same time. She was doing a little more talking than usual, strangely enough, but that was because there was quite a bit she had been asked. "I am leaving to Meltokio." She didn't care if Angie and Drake accompanied her to the large city, because either way, it simply wouldn't matter. If they wanted to come, then they would come; so be it. It wouldn't hurt to have someone accompany her to the city, sure, but if they were to run into any of the monsters that wandered the world, she surely hoped they wouldn't get in her way. It would be detrimental to any of them if that were to happen.
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Post by Drake Aurelis on Jun 18, 2009 21:46:21 GMT -5
The other girl interrupted before Presea could answer the question. Exsphere...? Drake had heard that term before, in Estressa's notes. It had said that once Drake had become a were-dragon he had become strong like he had one...
Drake certainly couldn't drag a tree behind him like that though! He took an educated guess as he said, "Surely that can't be a normal Exsphere! I mean, that's just insane!"
Then she said something about pretty eyes "Huh?" he said, slightly disoriented. Then he realized that his eyes were changed. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself, before saying "Sorry about that. That's something that... Happens to me." He had decided that there was no reason to go around and advertise that he was a were-dragon. For one thing, he'd probably sound insane... Who had heard of a were-dragon anyway?
Drake then smelled the decay again, and remembered what was going on now. Presea was putting a handle on the tree she had cut down, and then walked out, telling them both to leave since she was going to Meltokio. Drake said, "You didn't answer my question. Even if you don't know, I need you to tell me! After what Estressa has done to me..."
Drake took a few more deep breaths to calm himself down. "Just tell me if you know anything, alright? I want to stop her from doing any more damage to people, like she did to me..." He sighed, "To do that, I need to know what's going on..."
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Post by Angie Cherish on Jun 19, 2009 17:19:27 GMT -5
Angie raises an eye brow at Drake's exclamation of an Exsphere. Of course Presea's Exsphere isn't a normal one; it's a forming Cruxis Crystal. Though she didn't voice that fact; no, she wants to know more about this boy. Before she starts spilling her secrets; more so Yuan and Cruxis's secrets to be truthful. Leaning against a tree, she watches Drake as he accidently spills exactly as what she wants to know. The fact that he has a connection is enough for her to want to know more about him.
‘The hag from hell’ is the title she had given the angel witch. One because she's a super pain in the ass. Second because she had to let Alicia become immortal in age and cause her to be in the same room as the ...not very nice word could be expressed right now, though sadly they aren't allowed.
Sighing loudly she puts her hands behind her back as she swiftly pushes off the tree and slowly walk towards the ramp to the village. Her back to Drake and Presea she smiles as a plan forms in her mind to lure Drake into telling her what she wants to know.
"Well it would seem I have no reason to be here any longer." She says in a bored tone. "Guess it's back to finding Estressa once more."
Now finding Estressa isn't her job per say. It's really Yuan's job as a Cruxis Seraphim but the point is she has to tell her superior if she hears anything that has to do with the witch. So technically her job now is to learn what Drake knows pass it on to Yuan and the information about Rodyle. Easy enough, right? Wrong. The problem is getting Drake to spill. Since her tactic before had somewhat worked, she needs to pull it up a notch to get what she needs.
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