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Post by Avery on Dec 12, 2015 5:50:39 GMT
"He's only caught a glimpse, but nothing that could reveal my blood. I will wait outside."
"I'm not going to hurt her, not again."Kiyori murmurs quietly, waiting until she leaves before she sits on the bed by Avery, trying to decide whether to give her the medicine through the wound itself as the paste, or to thin in and administer it orally
"I never realized you could move that fast. I've never seen it before."
"A secret. Do you trust that I would do anything to protect her?"
"I do now, yes." Galen states, sheathing his sword before he walks over and supports the man, sighing "Let's get you back to your tent, see how it's going."
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 12, 2015 6:00:04 GMT
"I'm not going to hurt her, not again."
Zaire catches the last statement as she walks out, her faith restored a little more than what is was. She believes the woman, even if no one else will. Those who have been in Kiyori's position generally were true to their word.
"I do now, yes. Let's get you back to your tent, see how it's going."
Casting an uncertain, sidelong glance at the man, Zay hesitates, though as they start walking he welcomes the extra support. Aru trots beside them, glancing at them from time to time, though he is uncertain of what to make of the short fight he witnessed. The boy didn't expect the commander to challenge Zay, and he surely didn't expect Zay to accept and fight back. Though, he supposed after the few years he had been with him, he should've expected it.
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Post by Avery on Dec 12, 2015 15:38:45 GMT
Finally deciding to just to do both and see what happens, she makes sure Avery's shirt is far enough away from the wound so she won't have to fight with it before she dips a finger in the medicine, gently spreading some on her skin, tensing slightly when a sound escapes her friends throat. Pulling back as soon as she's done with that, she stands and goes to Zaire's bag, rummaging around in it before she pulls out a flask of water. Pouring some into the bowl, she stirs it quickly then returns to Avery's side, lifting her up some at an angle, holding her against her chest halfway. "Please work." she murmurs quietly, gaze hidden as she squeezes the sides of Av's face gently so her lips part, tipping the edge of the bowl past them. When she can see the soup rising, she drops her hand down to her neck, massaging it with the hope it'll get swallowed
"Is something wrong?" Galen asks, green studying Zay as they walk, caught the look "And don't lie."
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 12, 2015 18:19:59 GMT
"Is something wrong? And don't lie."
Zay's gaze moves forward again, eyes closing a moment as they walk, though when they open again, there's a thin smile. "Having help from someone of your stature is uncommon, that's all."
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Post by Avery on Dec 13, 2015 4:18:17 GMT
"Having help from someone of your stature is uncommon, that's all."
"I would say to get used to it, but there's really no need, seeing as we're in a war." Galen murmurs, coming upon Av's tent. Frowning when he sees Zaire outside, his eyes narrow as it hits him "Where is the prisoner?"
Pulling back when the bowl is empty, Kiyori's eyes waver as she looks towards the door before pain flashes across her face. Returning her attention to her friend, she inhales shakily before she starts chanting softly to herself, air particles starting to glow around her, slow at first then quicker till the whole tent is lit up. "Lurralde honen alkoholak , otoi." (Spirits of the land, I beseech you.) Words slipping off her tongue with ease, her eyes flash as she places her hands against the wound, turning her head away so she isn't blinded "Entzun nire ahotsa eta zure argia erabili bere gidatzeko itzultzen zait!" (Hear my voice and use your light to guide her back to me!)
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 13, 2015 4:37:38 GMT
"I would say to get used to it, but there's really no need, seeing as we're in a war. Where is the prisoner?"
Zay remains quiet as they walk, eyes falling on Zaire. Carefully he pulls away from Galen, brow furrowed as Zaire turns to them, eyes hidden in the shadow of her hood.
"There's no need to worry, Commander," she starts, gaze flicking to the light, though she says nothing on the matter. "She's doing as she was told to."
But Aru recognizes the glow from inside immediately. "Dad."
Zay holds a hand out to Galen, eyes trained on the light before they move to Zaire. "Magick?"
"It was the best option," the cleric responds shortly. "I suggest you wait out here until she is finished."
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Post by Avery on Dec 13, 2015 5:29:48 GMT
"There's no need to worry, Commander. She's doing as she was told to."
"Dad."
"You left Malyns alone with her? Are you mad?" Galen hisses, starting forward before stilling when Zay's hand enters his line of sight, teeth gritting
"Magick?"
"It was the best option. I suggest you wait out here until she is finished."
"You best know what you're doing, mage." he warns quietly, eyes narrowing
Grunting softly when her power whiplashes and knocks her back, Kiyori sways for a moment before she forces her feet forward, returning to the bad to kneel by it, taking Avery's hand, eyes flashing weakly as she casts one more spell, starting to feel drained. Lids slowly drifting shut, she starts to whisper under her breath again "Zeruaren Hunter , entzun nire pentsamenduak , eta nire bihotza aztertzeko" (Hunter of the sky, listen to my thoughts, and look into my heart.) light around her changing from a pale white to a dark maroon color where she's casting a enchantment rooted in dark magick, she grits her teeth when pain flashes through her head, but continues "Nire otoitza nahiak egoztea, eta zer nahi merezi izan daitezkeen hartzen dut. Egindako akatsak prezioa ordaindu beharko dut." (Grant my prayer's wishes, and I take what may be of worth to you. I shall pay the price for mistakes made)
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 13, 2015 5:50:45 GMT
"You best know what you're doing, mage."
"War is your specialty, magick is mine," Zaire says calmly despite Galen's uneasy anger. "I know who I can trust."
"And you trust a prisoner?" Zay inquires, eyeing her.
"Sometimes those who have seen the worst are the best allies, X'zayvean." She pauses, her head tilting a little. "I'm sure you know that best."
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Post by Avery on Dec 13, 2015 6:03:33 GMT
"War is your specialty, magick is mine. I know who I can trust."
"And you trust a prisoner?"
"Sometimes those who have seen the worst are the best allies, X'zayvean. I'm sure you know that best."
"This prisoner is the same one that attacked Malyns in the first place, is it not?" Galen mutters, snorting as he turns away before stiffening when the faint sound of screams reach his ears. Whirling on his feet, he looks at the tent, eyes widening when black light seems to leak from the door, wind starting to pick up "What is this!"
Hand tightening on Avery's, Kiyori tenses as pain radiates through her head, back bowing as her hood falls, lips parting in a silent scream as her gaze finds the roof of the tent, eyes glowing black, light shooting upwards. Eyes drifting shut when the light disperses with the spell, she sways for a moment before toppling over with a thud, passing out in the floor by the cot, face pale, used too much magick at once
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 13, 2015 6:10:29 GMT
"This prisoner is the same one that attacked Malyns in the first place, is it not? What is this!"
Zay's gaze turns wary as he studies Zaire, and upon hearing the scream he tenses, though remains still as he not only recognizes the type of magick, but as Zaire gives an abrupt shake of her head. "Wait."
Though, once the light disperses, Zay steps forward, going to pass Zaire before she presses a hand on his chest. "You're treading on thin ice," she murmurs to him, tilting her head enough to gaze at him with an icy eye. "Are you certain you wish to step in there?"
He pushes the cleric's hand away slowly, hearing the thud on the ground, and uncertain recognition passes across his gaze before it fades. "The mage inside needs tending to, Cleric," he murmurs the word sharply before he passes her and steps inside.
Zaire turns her head away again, gaze hidden under shadow as she looks at Galen. "Place an extra cot in my tent. The prisoner will stay with me."
Aru looks between everyone, confused, and follows Zaire in as she, too, enters the tent.
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Post by Avery on Dec 13, 2015 6:23:22 GMT
"Wait."
"You're treading on thin ice. Are you certain you wish to step in there?"
"The mage inside needs tending to, Cleric,"
"Place an extra cot in my tent. The prisoner will stay with me."
Teeth gritting, Galen looks away, face troubled, silently uncomfortable with the thought of Kiyori staying with Zaire "Don't blame me if she winds up slitting your throat," he mutters, following them in with a huff
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 13, 2015 6:38:17 GMT
"Don't blame me if she winds up slitting your throat,"
"She won't," the cleric responds, certain. She steps in as Zay moves to Av's side, both of their eyes falling to Kiyori. Zaire steps over and checks Kiyori's vitals, picking her up off of the floor. "She pushed her limits," she murmurs.
"That was dark magick," Zay says after a moment, voice low. "If I find out that she's brought harm to Av, I won't hesitate to kill her."
"Take a breath, X'zayvean," she hisses quietly, looking at him evenly. "She wouldn't dare hurt her again. I believe she learned her lesson the first time."
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Post by Avery on Dec 13, 2015 6:53:16 GMT
"She won't. She pushed her limits,"
"That was dark magick. If I find out that she's brought harm to Av, I won't hesitate to kill her."
"Take a breath, X'zayvean. She wouldn't dare hurt her again. I believe she learned her lesson the first time."
Hand shooting out, Kiyori's fingers tighten on X'zayvean's sleeve, eyes still closed, only woke up by all the voices, fighting to stay conscious "So you're..." gasping, she turns her head, trying to catch her break "The father of her child. Aren't you?" she murmurs, voice starting to slur with effort
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 13, 2015 22:44:34 GMT
"So you're... The father of her child. Aren't you?"
Zay starts at the hand gripping his sleeve, frost coating his skin near it before it recedes, though the skin remains chilled as he eyes Kiyori with an icy gaze. He doesn't reply, though his gaze answers her question as something flashes across it.
The cleric, holding Kiyori up, studies Zay, a wistful tug at her lips showing as she realizes just how much he and Alphonse are alike.
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Post by Avery on Dec 14, 2015 3:27:45 GMT
"I suppose I... Deserve that.." Kiyori murmurs tightly, hand still gripping his sleeve, stifling a cough of pain, chest on fire "I owe you, and nire arreba (my sister) an apology, I believe." she whispers, eyes cracking open into slits, irises shifting to an even paler green than before "Mage, help me up.."
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