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Post by Jukebox on Dec 24, 2007 15:39:55 GMT -5
Cirxel had leapt out of roni's way as she began swinging the large pillar around. As the hands of Lady Sithira grabbed him he yelped.
He gave a yell of fright and surprise as He was suddenly looking down at Roni far below. He twisted, trying to get at Sithira with his sword. The hacking blade managed to slice into her leg, but Ix was in such an awkward position that he couldn't achieve much else.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 24, 2007 18:23:49 GMT -5
Lady Sithira yelled in annoyance and pain at the sword in her leg, and with her free hand, yanked it out and pulled it back. Roni, thinking fast, dropped the pillar against the floor- it broke through and left a hole to several floors below- and sent a protective barrier around Ix just as the dark faerie drilled the blade into his heart.
The seconds passed. Ix still had a sword clean through him, but he remained alive. Roni sighed; it worked.
"What sorcery is this?!" Sithira asked, shaking Ix. "Why are you still alive???"
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Post by Jukebox on Dec 25, 2007 11:47:59 GMT -5
Cirxel yelped as the sword peirced through him, and as he hung watching Roni below he had no doubt that she was the one that had kept him alive. There was no way he should have survived that otherwise. And Sithira seemed to agree with him.
As she floated there exclaiming he grabbed the blade of the sword, attempting to yank it from his chest. This awkward movement probably didn't help his wound as he wrestled it free, but soon he had the bloddied blade in his grip.
With one hand he grabbed onto Sithira's dress, flipping aroudn the sword in his other hand. He clung tightly to the fabric, twisting and pulling till he was in a better position and quickly ran her through with the blade. He closed his eyes as he did it, afraid of whatever consequences would follow.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 25, 2007 13:47:28 GMT -5
Both Lady Sithira and Princess Ronyshia gasped in shock when Ix stabbed the dark faerie. Roni felt an icy pain in the same area on her body where Sithira had a sword sticking out. The faerie grinned viciously and there was a flash in her mind, and then in Roni's; Roni could see Sithira's memories, memories of an invasion of a kingdom, memories of the slaughter of that kingdom, and the departure...
Sithira died, and fell to the ground, letting go of Ix. Roni came to just in time to fly up and catch him in her arms. He weighed nothing to her. She gently went back down ten meters and put him on his feet. Sithira's corpse lay bleeding on the ground.
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Post by Jukebox on Dec 29, 2007 20:43:50 GMT -5
Cirxel grimaced as he fell into Roni's arms, and quickly slid out of her grip onto his feet as they landed. He gasped as he tried to stand, grasping onto Roni's shoulder tightly. He might not have died, but the wound wasn't exactly comfortable, and the pain shooting through his chest hurt. Not to mention that the fact that he was covered with both his blood and Sithira's was making him uncomfortable.
He had been keeping his eyes shut tight, but he opened them to glance at Roni.
"Now what?" the pain in his tone was evident, giving it a rather more impatient and stinging sound than he intended.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 29, 2007 22:40:59 GMT -5
Somehow, as Roni looked at all this blood, she didn't feel her normal queasiness. It had died down to a small stir a while ago, but now the smell and sight didn't bother her at all.
"Do you want me to heal that?" she asked, nodding to the wound in his chest. It was a stupid question, but she felt she had to ask.
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Post by Jukebox on Dec 31, 2007 0:36:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, could you?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm. Her calmness was nagging him to no end.
He struggled to get the shirt of his costume off, and grimaced as he say the wound. The fur around it was matted with blood, the color only slightly darked due to its normal hue of a similar color.
He glanced up at Roni to see what she did, not at all doubting it was in her power to fix.
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Post by Lilium on Jan 4, 2008 23:12:50 GMT -5
Roni murmured, "Okay," and then started to work. When he took his shirt off, she looked at the wound and instantly put a small spell on it to protect it from any more blood loss. Then she put one hand on the hole's end on his chest, and the other on his back. She pressed hard on it, and poured her healing magick into his reformation.
"This may sting a little," she muttered, before tiny needles of light poked out of her palms and she pressed them into the hole. The wound to his heart was only minor, and easily repairable. The needles swarmed around the throbbing organ and began to work on it.
"I'm really sorry," she said as she worked.
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Post by Jukebox on Jan 7, 2008 21:28:46 GMT -5
"It's..fine." he managed to mutter through his clenched teeth. the needles were stining like she said, as he was trying not to gasp. "At least..you could heal it." Ix locked his gaze away from his chest, partially because he didn't want to see it and partially from the light. His gaze drifted over her head and face as she worked.
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Post by Lilium on Jan 10, 2008 22:42:54 GMT -5
"No, really. It's my fault you came here and nearly died -- several times, might I add," she said. "And, you know, I guess in some ways it was okay.... because I got to get to know you a little better, but I would've preferred it under other circumstances." She looked Ix in the eye and said, "You're the only one outside my family who knows of my true heritage."
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Post by Jukebox on Jan 10, 2008 22:47:53 GMT -5
"And I take that as a great honor," he replied, matching her gaze, his gold eyes flickering between pain and his normal good humor.
"Besides, you probably wouldn't have told me under different circumstances."
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Post by Lilium on Jan 11, 2008 0:11:54 GMT -5
"Probably not," she murmured, looking back down at the wound. There was a long silence, and then she said shortly, "This will be done soon." She could feel the slow, pounding drum of her own heart in her ribcage, fighting to get out it felt like.
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Post by Jukebox on Jan 11, 2008 18:45:53 GMT -5
"All right," he replied, watching her was she finished. His ear twitched in the silence, but for once he didn't feel like talking right then. Questioning thougts of 'what would happen now' and 'how they were going to get out' and many others were pounding in his mind as the two stood in the room alone but for the dead bodies.
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Post by Lilium on Jan 11, 2008 19:13:02 GMT -5
Finally the needles had finished the inside and were repairing the skin. It slowly pulled itself back together, until there was nothing left but a faint scar.
"It's done," she said, pulling her hands back. "I'm sorry I can't get rid of the scar, but you're good as new otherwise."
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Post by Jukebox on Jan 11, 2008 19:20:28 GMT -5
Cirxel nodded, looking down and feeling where the wound used to be.
"Better have this than that gaping hole from before," he said, trying to reach over his shoulder for the other side of the wound.
"I'm almost afraid to ask, since everytime I do we wind up walking into trouble, but ow what?"
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