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Nall shifted in her sleep, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Her sleep wasn't peaceful. A parade of images flitted chaotically through her mind: A dark tower rumbling and sinking into the ground, the glint of white teeth against a soft blackness, pairs of pinprick light flickering on and off, the deceptive smirk of Rennick, and blue hair flowing like a fire. All set against the baying of hounds at the hunt.
Nall's mouth opened, if she had her voice a noise might have come out, her breathing deepening.
Akso
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(12/25/03 11:35 am)
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Akso gripped her double bladed sword a bit harder and waited for Bern to resurface from the rubble.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MOTHER!?" The scream of rage echoed around Akso. The dark angel blinked. Oh christ, it couldn't be.
"Seth??"
The other dark angel slammed into Akso before she had a moment to think, the blade flew from her hand and stuck itself securely in the stone floor.
Great, now she was weaponless.
Seth was blindly pummling Akso with just his fists, forcing her to keep her arms up before her face was nothing more then a bloody pulp.
Yes, Seth was strong enough to do that.
Akso could feel the bones in her arms starting to crack from the multitude of blows. It was not a nice sensation. "Sh!t."
She jerked one arm away and concentrated on bringing her sword back to her, wincing as a few of Seth's blows found their mark on her face.
Her blade jerked a bit, then began to slide itself free. Then, a dark form threw its arms around the blade. Bern.
"Oh bloody hell! GET OFF!" Akso screamed as her blocking arm gave a grotesque snap and fell limp. The blade zoomed towards them, Bern hanging on and hissing.
Just as it would have struck Seth, the darkangel stood, taking Akso with him. His arms were banded around her midsection, snapping ribs with immense pressure.
And then the sword struck.
Seth grimaced, and Akso gasped. The blade was poking just a bit from her own back. She felt her legs go numb. Her spine had been severed.
Seth was gagging, blood pouring from his mouth just as it did from Akso's. Bern was screaming something at Akso, burning with her black magick.
But Akso couldn't hear anything anymore. It was all silent. A darkness began to eat around the edges of her vision as she stared straight into he 'brother's eyes. They were going to die together, but he would come back. He'd always come back, as long as Bern was alive.
"No..." And then the darkness swept her away into a land that knew no pain, no hatred, no sorrow.
Nall
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(12/25/03 5:33 pm)
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The beads of sweat on Nall's forehead multiplied, popping and running down her face. She grit her teeth and writhed against the mattress.
A sense of order came to the dream, the flux of images thinning to show a dark night in the midst of a forest. The horrible baying continued, and images of needle thin hounds with sharp feirce faces straining against long black leashes held by a master that didn't show themself coursing through the forest. Images of their quarry flashed into being next, a sapphire haired woman in simple homespun garb. The woman ran through the forest at a speed that would have baffled most humans, her mouth open and the notes of a wordless tune spilling from it. Twin rows of briars came up on both sides of the woman, growing into an unnatural horseshoe shape and rising up to the branches of the trees. The woman stopped her song, whirling to look at the dogs and their shadowy master. A look of stony determination came over her face and she wrapped her arms around herself tossing her head back and began another song. This one greatly different, a harsh wracking sound that threatened to undo everything subject to it. The woman's hair and skirts spiraled upwards, whipping around like the tongues of of a fire. The hounds stopped, drawing their lips back into a scowl as the ground ripped loose from around them. A smirk flitted across the edges of the woman's lips and winds all but howled, screaming in tone with the horrid notes that came from her. The dogs and their master huddled down against the shattered ground. Until their bodies ripped apart at the seams and rose into an ominous yellow moon...
Nall sat up in her bed, breathing heavily, her eyes large, and her body shining with sweat in the pale moonlight. She looked around, and in the dark couldn't see anyone. The little girl pulled her blanket up to her chin, trying to hide.
Akso
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(12/25/03 9:34 pm)
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It was dark. Night maybe? Yeah, probably night. Where the hell was she? The wall at her back was cold. Christ, her entire body ached. Except her legs...
Akso's amber speckled orbs snapped open. Her spine. It had been severed by her own sword. She couldn't feel her legs.
But hell, she was still alive!!!
Akso slowly, warily, glanced around. She was in a....dungeon???
Jesus, count on Bern's castle having an all-out dungeon in it. Just her freaking luck.
Both wrists were shackled to the wall, her numb legs needing no restraints. Her white trenchcoat was soaked with blood. Hers, and Seth's. The slim hole in her gut wasn't all that bad, now that she could see it. Then again, it would be fatal to any human. But Akso wasn't human, now was she?
"Ah, I see you are awake." Dammit, Bern again.
Akso rolled her head around to all out glare at the witch. "Yeah, barely."
The witch grinned, yellow teeth glinting in the dim candle-light. Akso realized then that she wasn't healing. At all. "What the hell'd you do??"
Bern just grinned again. "Ah, the wonders of spells!"
Akso spat at her. Great, now she couldn't heal, however painful it was when she could.
Seth came up beside Bern, looking drawn, angry, and in pain. The witch did not pay attention to her son. She was thinking of ways to torment Akso.
Great news. Blah.
"Seth, take her jacket off please." Seth blinked, and so did Akso. "Pardon?" Seth said, looking at his mother. The witch glared at him. "Take off her jacket." She hissed. Seth blinked again, but strode over to Akso and began to strip the blood-soaked coat off.
Akso positively couldn't help herself. "Kinky..."
Seth glared at her, and she tried not to laugh. "Sorry..." She muttered, still grinning. He finished ripping the jacket off and threw it across the floor, stepping back. Luckily, Akso was wearing a simply undershirt type garment.
"That too." Bern ordered, and Seth obeyed.
Great, not anymore.
Well, Akso could think of plenty of places she'd rather be right now. She was hung on a brick wall, completely topless, with some sick, demented witch with plans to torture her. Wonderful way to spend the evening.
And then Bern brought out the knife and a red-hot prod.
Akso's pupils shrunk.
"Dear lord."
Nall
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(12/28/03 2:07 pm)
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Nall shuddered and drew her blanket up farther. It was too quiet, shouldn't she hear Atambrean's breathing? Where was he? Maybe he was in the restroom. Perhaps. She shuddered again, waiting to see if he would come back from somewhere.
Akso
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(12/28/03 3:55 pm)
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God, please, PLEASE let me die!...or pass out! or SOMETHING!!
Akso groaned in her mind, head hanging limply. Her breathing was ragged, her mind fogged with an over-stimulus of pain. She didn't know how long she had been here. Didn't want to know. She just wanted to get home in one piece. The chances of that, however, were getting ever slimmer.
Huge, ragged burns criss-crossed the dark angel's bare chest. There were plenty of gaping wounds to go with them. Blood was pouring down her front in rivulets from each of the various knife wounds. Entire slices of skin and flesh had been removed, with Akso there to witness it happening. To see her body marred beyond recognition. To feel it sliced away.
One whole side of her ribcage was nothing but a gory hole. Her ribs were scattered about on the dirty floor, still bloody, with muscles bound tight around them. Some of them were clean though. That had happened when Bern decided to strip the muscle from the bone then pull the bone out.
F*cking painful either way. Really f*cking painful.
Surprisingly, Bern hadn't been perverted as well as sadistic, and both Akso's breasts were intact, if not sliced and burned like the rest of her torso.
Thank the gods.
Bern was now cutting a good portion of Akso's crimson pants off. It made the pants more like shorts once she was done.
The old witch poked at Akso's legs, but got no response. "You cannot feel this, can you?" She hissed, and Akso just glared at her. The witch laughed. "Watch! Watch as your flesh is stripped away!"
And Akso found her eyes forced open and her head forced down by magick. She had no choice but to watch.
Bern pulled out a sharp, curved blade and grinned, shoving it straight through Akso's right calf, near the bone.
She gasped, eyes widening, as Bern slowly began to saw the large chunk of meat off.
"Oh my god!!" She choked out, trying for the life of her to not look. But it was useless; Bern's magick was too strong.
With a wet plop her calf fell on the cold stone floor. Akso felt bile piling up in the back of her throat. Dear god...she was going to be sick...
Bern moved to her left leg and began to gouge and pull off strips of her thigh. The chunks of meat always hit the floor with that sickening, wet sound.
It was all Akso could do to simply cry and not scream or throw up. Just because she couldn't feel it didn't mean it wasn't horrible.
"There. Lets take care of that pretty face of yours dear." Bern all but purred this as a cat-o-nine-tails appeared in her hand, the hot poker again in her other hand.
Akso shivered, watching Bern with blurry eyes.
The whip lashed across her face then, pieces of bone and metal tied into the strips gouging and ripping the delicate flesh. Akso screamed, unable to bite it back any longer.
One could only take so much pain before screaming the heart's despair.
The whip slashed many more times, Akso screaming as her face became so much raw meat.
And then Bern dropped the whip and came up to the profusely bleeding angel, hot poker in hand. "Your face looks much better my dear." She cackled, pure malice in her voice.
Akso was unrecognizable. All the skin and flesh of her face had been torn to shreds, globules of it hanging off the bone. Her eyelids were nonexistant.
Bern leaned forward, grinning those yellow teeth, and slowly touched the red-hot tip of the poker to one of Akso's bare eyes. A fresh peal of screaming burst from Akso's throat as she tried to thrash away. Bern's too strong hand held her jaw in place, weathered fingers sinking into the ruined flesh.
Akso whimpered high and painfully as Bern drew the edge of the poker around and around on her eye, burning and searing the layers of eye matter away.
Pleas god....help me....
Nall
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(12/28/03 4:31 pm)
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Something felt, wrong. The girl couldn't put her finger on it. Akso going off to fight Bern, Atambrean dissapearing, the dream. It, it wasn't right. The wrongness of the evening was like the chilled darkness in it.
All she knew about Akso now was that she was in Bern's ugly castle..wherever that was. All she knew about Atambrean now was that he was gone. The dream was just weird, ever since she woke from it she felt like her muscles had a will of their own, twitching and jumping like electrical currents were running through them.
It was like time stopped, the village was sleeping, barely any sounds could be heard save for the whispers of her breathing. She could try to find them. No, she was too scared, how could she find them on her own in the night?
They would come back.
Wouldn't they?
Akso
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(12/28/03 4:41 pm)
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Blinded, beaten, battered, bruised, and bleeding, Akso hung limp in the manacles. Bern was wheezing to herself, summoning a couple of wicked hooks on chains from the ceiling.
"Do you want down from there my dear?" Bern called, making her voice warm and resonable. Akso could only nod; Bern had cut her tongue out, so what was the use trying to speak?
A malicious grin spread on Bern's face. "Alright then." An axe appeared in her hands. She swung it around, the edge biting into Akso's wrist, severing the hand. Akso's head jerked up with the new pain, mouth open in a silent scream. The other hand was quick to be lost, and Akso fell to the floor, crumpling as she hit it.
"Seth, pick her up and bring her to me." The witch ordered, turning back to the hooks. The other dark angel came up silently and scooped the mess that was once proud Akso from the floor. He paused a moment to glance down at what was left of her eyes and face. If he had been capable of pity, he wouldn't have been able to give it to this thing that no longer resembled a living person.
He handed Akso over to Bern.
The witch propped the dark angel up on her non-working knees and grasped a hook in each hand.
Akso's wings suddenly burst forth with a spray of blood as always, and Bern slammed a hook into each.
Akso whimpered, unable to move or do anything to prevent the torture from continuing.
Three more hooks were jammed into Akso's wings before Bern stepped back.
"Up we go."
The chains attatched to the hooks lurched upward, dislocating Akso's wings with a jerk and pulling her roughly off the ground.
Akso screamed, the sound echoing off the walls, as she sped for the ceiling. She crashed into it with a thud, her already severed spin jerking around in her flesh.
And then she was falling, but she never hit the ground. Oh no, those damn hook jerked at the last minute, snapping the delicate bones and ripping the powerful flesh in her wings with the force of it.
This yo-yo action would continue until the hooks ripped free. And then, it would most likely start all over again.
Nall
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(12/29/03 8:52 pm)
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The silence was the scariest thing.
Nall sat up in her bed, the mattress creaking a little as she did so. She smiled a little at the sound, the presence of sound made the world feel like it wasn't so hollow. The still room now looked artificial, there was no movement, other than the wiggling of her feet under the blanket. She squirmed a little more. If she moved the room wouldn't be so still, if she made noise the room wouldn't be so deathly silent. They were the first small steps to beating it, if only she had a candle to battle the darkness.
Akso
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(12/29/03 9:14 pm)
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Finally, all eight hooks ripped themselves free and Akso plummeted, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Half of her internal organs were hanging wetly from the gaping wound in her side, no ribs to hold them in.
Akso could hardly breath any longer, and the floor spun before her eyes. Then there was no floor.
She was standing in a room. A...a room??? A REAL room?
Gingerly, she glanced down at herself, and her gaze snapped back up again. She was still torn apart and mangled, hardly anything left of her body, literally. But her ruined legs, somehow, were working. She was weightless.
And then, she saw her.
Nall!! Akso grinned and tried to call out the girl's name. Oh right, no tongue, damn. She quickly strode across the room and went to lay a hand, er, stub on Nall's shoulder. Her stump drifted through. What??? Cripes, her body had no real mass! But this room was real... and Nall looked a bit frightened. Was she scared of the dark? Akso frowned, or would have, if her lips were still intact.
'Do not be frightened of the dark...I will make it go away for you...' She whispered softly, a blue orb floating between her wrist stubs. The orb materialized and became real, lighting the room for the beloved little girl. And then Akso was drifting away...away...
Akso's eyes fluttered open, and she could feel Bern's hot breath on her face.
Suddenly, a new well of power boiled up within her.
Her shreaded lips pulled back into a snarl, her grotesque features twisting.
'NO DAMMIT!! I WILL SAVE HER! I WILL GET NALL'S VOICE BACK, YOU B*TCH!!!
She screamed telepathically, still unable to see, and suddenly unable to feel. Her power lashed out suddenly, and Bern yowled, jumping away from the cripled dark angel.
Akso let off a horrid battle cry and began to drag herself across the floor on the stumps of her wrists. Her dead legs and wings dragged behind her, leaving a gory trail of blood.
Bern back up, shrieking, and threw blast after blast at Akso's face and head. The Dark Angel did not stop. Still she crawled forward, somehow knowing where the ugly witch was. Bern was screaming now in fear, trying desperately to keep the grotesque monster that was Akso away from her.
Nall
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(12/31/03 5:30 pm)
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Did she just? Was that? Could it have been?
Akso's voice? Saying that she would make the darkness go away? Wait! There was a blue orb of light in the room, making it bright. Smiting the darkness.
Was Akso back? Nall sat up higher looking around the now light filled room for any sign of the dark angel. Nothing. Just the message and the appearance of the orb of light. But, she had to be alive to use magic. Didn't she? There was hope.
Nall couldn't speak, but that didn't stop her from thinking out what she would have said. Repeating a mantra of hope over and over in her mind. And maybe, just maybe Akso would hear it too.
Akso can do it. She can beat Bern. And when she does she'll be a light angel again, and I'll have my voice. Akso will win.
Akso
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(12/31/03 6:00 pm)
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...Akso can do it. She can beat Bern. And when she does she'll be a light angel again, and I'll have my voice. Akso will win...
The beautiful voice of Nall echoed around the maddened Akso.
'Yes! I will win!!'
Akso was crawling faster now, the bone in her wrist stubs grating on the dirty floor. But Akso was beyond pain. She was dying, but she wasn't going to go without a fight.
There was nothing going through Akso's mind except the unruley urge to kill Bern.
The afor mentioned witch was pressed against a grungy wall, screaming, still hurling every spell she knew at Akso. The mangled Dark Angel's aura slapped them away like flies.
Bern was in a fit of hysteria, and Akso simply kept coming. Upon reaching Bern, the angel began to try and climb up her, her bloody stumps making thick smears all over Bern.
"Seth! Help me! HELP ME!!!" The witch screamed.
"Yes mother, I will help you." Seth's cold voice answered. Bern quieted, staring at her son wide-eyed.
"Wh...what are you doing Seth?" Her wavering voice questioned.
Akso's double bladed sword suddenly slammed through both the clambering Akso and Bern. Bern screamed, but Akso was beyond caring.
'GIVE NALL BACK HER VOICE, OR I WILL HAUNT YOU EVEN IN DEATH!!!' Akso screamed within Bern's mind. The witch was crying and screaming, waving her arms for a lack of anything to do.
'GIVE IT BACK TO HER!' Akso ordered again as they both burst into whitish flames.
Seth watched with cold eyes as the two burned alive.
The blue orb in Nall's room suddenly flared with blinding light, then faded away, the last mists of it curling around Nall's neck.
Little loops of burning light curled around the binding serpant spell around her neck and constricted, destroying it.
The last flickers of Akso's light then faded away...
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(12/31/03 6:44 pm)
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Over and over Nall ran the hopeful mantra through her mind. She sat up as straight as she could, eyebrows crossed in determination.
Then the orb brightened, expanding with a bright light that drowned out the features of the room until it faded, the darkness chasing after it. The streams of power it still held wrapping around her neck. The power of Bern's magic, but moreso Akso's intense determination choking the negative energy that fed the spell.
Nall put a hand up to her neck as the ball of light faded. She took her hand down and fumbled for the bracelet that normally cloacked the serpant from vision, and finding it pushed the gem. Silence, the horrible hissing of the serpant was gone.
But, Akso's light was gone. What happened to her? Nall slid down from her bed and walked to the window, placed both hands against the window pane and looked up to the dark sky.
"Akso?"
Akso
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(12/31/03 6:52 pm)
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With Akso's passing, the double-blade fell away, the two swords parting and clanking on the stone floor.
The charred corpses of Bern and Akso also crumpled to the floor, fused together by the heat.
Seth bent and grabbed only his sword. He then brought it down on Akso's sword, breaking it cleanly in two. The spirit of the sword floated free and dissapeared.
"You'll be needing that, Akso, when you come back. Take care of it in the spirit realm." Seth said softly before leaving the dungeon.
Nall
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(12/31/03 7:18 pm)
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She did it! Her voice it was back, she could talk again! That meant that Akso beat Bern didn't it? Nall stayed at the window, looking up into the sky for any sign of Akso, or Atambrean for that matter.
Time slowly waxed on and she stayed in front of the window, the velvet darkness slowly reddening with the coming sun. Sleep finally began to tug at her again and she yawned, slumping down against the window sill. She didn't want to sleep though. The girl wanted to be awake when Akso and Atambrean got back, to tell them both the good news.
A smile played across her lips. They're gonna be so happy she thought, yawning widely again and starting to nod off.
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Atambrean half walked and half ran into the hotel, pulling the key to the room from his pocket. He slipped the key into the lock and turned it, about to walk into the room, when he realized something.
The spell was still active. No need to give the black robed woman an uneeded shock. He waved his right pointer finger in a circle and blew on the tip. Then reached up to grab the air just above the finger. He ground the hand around the air, opened it and blew on it yet again. There, now that was out of the way.
He looked over his shoulder to see if the woman was still following him.
Sephnia Neifate
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(1/2/04 12:35 pm)
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Sephnia had been following patiently after Atambrean since he took off. She was also taking a few glances around the place-
And saw Atambrean perform his dispel of sorts...
She smiled evilly, "Randomly making elaborate, geometric patterns with your finger in the air is always a most enjoyable pasttime..."
She cocked her head to the side, still smiling, "So, is this it...?"
Spirit of Akso
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(1/2/04 1:07 pm)
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Akso's spirit easily followed after the two, wings never even needed to take flight.
This was too cool.
Being dead wasn't all that bad.
Finally back at the hotel, she weaved around Atam, waiting for him to finish what ever the hell he was doing before opening the door.
'Jesus man! Lets GO.'
Akso commanded, floating through him and into the room itself. Good thing doors were no longer a problem.
Time to see if her last ditch effort had worked. Did Nall have her voice back yet?
Atambrean and Nall
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"Alright alright already," Atambrean muttered in response to the voice in his head, temporarily forgetting that Sephnia was with him. Oh well, she didn't seem like the kind of person that would freak out because someone blurted out some random stuff.
Time to enter the room. Time to see if Akso's disembodied voice was indeed right. Akso's disembodied voice...he shivered, here he was getting orders from a voice who's body was nowhere in sight. He shivered again and opened the door, stepping into the room bathed only in the light of the morning sun.
Nall wasn't in her bed! Oh dear Tliamat! Panic panic panic!!
Oh wait, she was at the windowsill. Oops, looks like she would have noticed that he went out. She was slumped slightly into it, looking much as she had when he left her, still wearing her cape, her long caramel hair falling loose down her back a little even touching the floor.
"Nall?" He said quietly, walking further into the room.
The girl didn't stir, her shoulders rose and fell at a steady pace though.
"Whattaya know, she was sleeping," Atam mused to himself. "Take a seat Miss-" Gurk, didn't know this woman's name, introductions could wait though. "You can take a seat if you wish." He took a few more steps towards Nall. "Nall?"
Nall shifted and made a little sleep noise.
"Geez kid, how can you sleep on that sill? It's a bit stiff," Atambrean noticed as he closed the distance between himself and Nall.
The girl's eyes fluttered open. That sounded like Atambrean's voice? Was he back? She looked over her shoulder. It was him! He was back! Nall grinned, an action that seemed to light the room up further.
"Hey kiddo, I stayed out a bit late, sorry," Atambrean grinned nervously.
Nall's grin didn't fade a bit, she spun around all the way. "Atam!" Her voice was bell-like, soft and melodius. The girl all but charged at Atambrean and clung to him as though he'd dissapear. "Where's Akso? Is she with you?"
Atambrean was stunned, Nall could talk again. Hell yeah! A genuine smile stretched up his face and his shoulders shook a little. "Thank the gods," he said softly.
Sephnia Neifate
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(1/3/04 11:58 am)
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Sephnia smiled evilly as Atambrean addressed someone who wasn't there.
Did he hear the voices too? Were her own eyes defunct and unable to see the person he was talking to? Was the person invisible? Was Sephnia invisible? Were the voices in Atambrean's head friends with the voices in her head?
Sephnia shrugged; she'd find out later, if possible.
She walked into the room, and was offered to take a seat by Atambrean...
Sephnia looked around the room intently, putting a finger to her lip thoughtfully, "Really...? Which one shall I take...? Do you really want me to take one of these seats...? They do not belong to me, after all..." Sephnia thought a little more, "Maybe I should sit down while I think..."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs and leaning back slightly relaxingly, using her arms as support.
Spirit of Akso
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(1/3/04 8:26 pm)
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Akso watched Nall all but tackle Atam and laughed, relieved the girl was alright.
And speaking!!
'YESSS!! Ha! She can talk! Whoo! Damnable Bern kept her end of the bargain! I guess threatening to haunt her for eternity if she didn't worked!' Akso shouted telepathically, jerking a fist into the air with her joy. Nall could talk again! Nall could actually TALK again!
Oh yeah Akso, you are the bomb!
Nightcandle
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(1/4/04 7:26 pm)
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Atambrean's eyes began to twitch in quite an amusing manner. "Yes Akso, where are you? Why don't you stop talking in my head and show yourself?!?"
Nall looked up at Atambrean with a questioning look. Was he going crazy? Or was Akso really talking in his head? She hadn't before...
Speaking of crazy, Nall thought she heard a strange voice, but it wasn't Akso's. She looked behind him and saw a blue skinned woman in a black robe sitting on Atambrean's bed. Who was that? Time to investigate. She walked over to the woman and smiled. "Hi, are you Atam's friend?"
Atambrean looked left and looked right and then nose dived under Nall's bed. "Come out come out where ever you are Akso!"
Seemed that Sephnia wasn't going to remain the only headcase in the room for long...
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Spirit of Akso
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(1/5/04 6:57 pm)
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Akso watched Atam's actions with a saddened smile. Normally, she would have been laughing her ass off, for he looked rediculous.
But there was a bit of news she needed to tell him, and she could not bring herself to really find it amusing.
'I...I'm dead Atambrean. In the fight...'
She took a deep breath of air that wasn't really there, into lungs that were no more than spectrel beings.
'I am so sorry...'
Her eyes stung with tears that would never fall, for the dead could not cry.
Sephnia Neifate
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(1/6/04 4:09 pm)
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Sephnia smiled back at Nall, "Hmm...I am at a lack to answer, as it would be Atam's opinion as to whether or not I was his friend," She snapped her fingers, her eyes lighting up with a most phenominal inspiration, "Perhaps we should ask him..."
She glanced over at the man somewhat hidden underneath the bed of Nall, "Oh Atam... We have an inquiry that only you can answer... Am I your friend...?"
Sephnia put a finger to her lip thoughtfully; he appeared to be looking for something called an 'Akso' which could have been hidden underneath a commonly used piece of furniture utilized for achieving comfortable slumber.
But what was an 'Akso'? Maybe that was the name of one of the voices in his head? Could be...or perhaps a monster, as those are typically found underneath a bed. But so are 'dust bunnies' and old shoes...
Oh the possibilities...
Nightcandle
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(1/6/04 7:02 pm)
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There was a banging sound from under the bed, and a muffled 'sh!t'. Atambrean withdrew from under it, rubbing the back of his head and looking a little ticked, more than likely because of the inpending knot growing on the back of his head.
But, Akso said she was..dead. His eyes unfocused and he looked at the open air. If she was dead the dark angel could be anywhere. She was gone, gods, could he really tell Nall that? What would he say? That Akso went on to a better place? That could kind of be the truth, but then Nall would ask if they could visit...
He was snapped out of his thinking by Sephnia's sudden question. In fact he was a little thrown off by the fact that she called him something usually Nall called him, then again she didn't know his real name so the woman had to go with what she had. He didn't want to spend a lot of time talking, he had some thinking to do, and d'oh! He was also supposed to talk with the black robed woman... Hopefully Nall would take up some more of her time after answering this question. "Sure," he replied.
Nall's grin widened and a curious look came to her eyes, "How long have you and Atam been friends?" she moved a little closer to Sephnia and plopped down on the bed next to her.
Atambrean gingerly sat down on the corner of Nall's bed, his head still throbbing. Hmm maybe Akso could hear his thoughts since he could hear her voice in his head. It might work. Hey Akso...can you hear me?
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Akso hovered effortlessly in the air, right above the bed where they all sat.
'Yeah Atam, I can hear you.'
She answered softly, her voice no longer its haughty and sarcastic self. It was now quiet, subdued, and very, very sad.
'You should probably tell Nall.'
She took another deep breath, trying to steady herself.
'I'm right above the bed if you need a place to talk at.'
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"How long have you and Atam been friends?"
Sephnia scratched her chin, glancing upwards as she thought.
Now was a time when a time keeping device would have come into real use!
"We met rather clumsily some twenty to thirty minutes ago, while I suppose myself and Atam have been friends for the whole of one minute, ever since he affirmed that I was his friend..."
She smiled evilly at Nall.
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Nall blinked in utter amazement. That was the most thorough answer she'd ever received for a question in her life!
Atambrean rubbed his forehead a bit. Akso was right, he would have to tell Nall, if he didn't take initiative and do it she would ask and ask and ask until his head was about to implode. Besides, it just felt wrong to keep such information away from her, the girl had a right to know. He took a deep breath, it was now or never.
"Nall."
The girl turned back to look at her guardian, her eyes wide and inquisitive.
"Nall, Akso wanted me to tell you this," Serpens' wiles this is sounding worse and worse, Akso told me, well she did! Damn, this is getting too long to be a dramatic pause- "She-" he choked a little, and coughed to clear his throat. "She didn't make it Nall. She-Akso died, she's gone," Atambrean choked again, put a hand up to partially cover his mouth and nose and looked down. Now that the realization began, a sea of 'if I', 'I could have' and 'I should have's began to flood his mind. Bringing with them a crushing weight of shame.
Nall stepped back, her eyes widening and the light leaving them.
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Akso blinked from her place above the bed, watching the scene unfold. She shivered lightly in her spiritual form, trying hard not to let the sudden greif overwhelm her.
Nall's reaction was enough to make her want to cry herself.
'Oh god Atam, please don't let her just cry. I swear, I won't be able to bear watching her cry over me.'
The very thought of causing Nall to cry felt like a fist clamping around her heart and squeazing. She wouldn't be able to stand watching either of them grieve. But she couldn't leave, wouldn't leave.
Damn!
She'd have to watch them then...
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A shiver passed through Nall's body and she nibbled at her bottom lip.
She was probably going to start crying. There was no denying that. Atambrean reached forward and drew Nall into his arms, pulling her into his chest.
Hidden in, and partially buffered by, Atambrean's arms the girl began to cry. Violently at first, her shoulders heaving and shaking with each rolling sob. After a few moments they calmed, and she remained still except for an occasional soft sniff.
Atambrean looked upwards, his eyes darkening with greif. He rubbed Nall's back reflexively. 'Sorry' he mouthed, hoping Akso understood. Yet, while his eyes showed grief internally he felt another emotion, shame. He couldn't do anything about Nall's tears, and he wasn't able to help Akso. And, the time he spent as a guardian was making this hurt most poignant.
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Akso rubbed her face violently to keep from crying herself, though tears could not actually fall. Still, she felt so incredibly bad.
She stared down at the two, and saw Atam's mouthed appology. They both held grief, and it was all her fault.
Dammit!
'Christ...' She muttered softly, floating down to stand in front of the two. She crossed her arms over her chest tightly, wings pressed hard to her back. And yet, she didn't feel any of it. Then again, she had never thought ghosts could feel anyway.
'Let...let her know I can still talk with you please. Maybe...maybe it will help alittle.' Akso mentally cursed herself for letting her voice carry so much leaden emotion. There was already enough saddness and greif going around without her adding to it.
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Sephnia watched Atambrean and Nall's solemn moment with apparent apathy. Inside, however, she was thinking...
This...Akso is dead? And I never got to meet her? Oh my... Pause! I have just thought of something! Hmm...I believe it would be best if I said that rather than think it...as thinking it is a tad bit redundant...
Sephnia smiled and spoke, "Death is not necessarily the end..."
She rummaged through her knapsack, coming across a black book with a strange, green design on its cover. She took the tome out and stood up from the bed.
"Perhaps I could be of service..." Sephnia offered, continuing, "I happen to be a necromancer... You know, manipulation of the dead and spirits and such... I could do several things that may be of help if you wish... I could give the spirit a worldly voice so that she may communicate with us, or perhaps let the spirit possess my body for a time so that you may work out deeds undone..."
Sephnia punctuated her offer with another evil smile.
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Necromancy, of course, the realm of death magic. Not a school he himself was familiar with but one that was starting to look pretty useful considering their current situation.
Nall peered out slightly from Atambrean's arms, tear trails making shiny blotches in the areas just under her eyes. The girl didn't understand what Atambrean's friend was talking about.
"Akso's been communicating with me mentally since soon after I met you," Atambrean explained. "I don't have a problem with your magic as long as she doesn't, after all its her soul that's involved.
Nall looked up at her guardian in astonishment. She was? Really! Her eyes spoke the question louder than any words could.
Atambrean glanced down to explain more about the mental communication and found Nall to be a step ahead of him. "Yeah, she told me to tell you that too." He would have told his charge that the dark angel's soul was right above them, but then Nall would look up and Akso would see that she'd been crying. Akso probably already knew, but there was no need to dig the nails in deeper.
Nall's eyes traveled the room, trying to see if she could find some traces of the dark angel.
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Akso blinked down at the strange woman and her offer.
Well...that was...convenient.
'Er...'
Akso folded her legs under her and hovered in her spiritual 'air' for a moment, pondering the options given. A 'wordly voice' sounded pretty good just then, for she'd be able to talk directly with anyone she wanted, and not just Atambrean.
The whole 'taking over someone else's body' thing kinda freaked her out to an extent. But, it was a good offer, for someone she didn't even know to make.
'Well, the voice thing does sound good Atam. I'm not sure about the whole posessing thing, but I guess I wouldn't mind if Nall or you really, really wanted me to.'
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Had the situation been a little less serious Atambrean would have made a light hearted jibe about her worrying over his opinion. But, now wasn't the time, it'd be tacky and rude.
"Give her a worldly voice, we can elaborate from there if it's necessary," he relayed. If they were going to go with the possesion it'd be best if Nall got a say, and directly told Akso.
Nall glanced back at Sephnia, she was eager to see how the 'voice' thing would work.
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Sephnia smiled evilly, "Ask and shall receive..."
With that, she flipped through her book, finding the right page in a couple seconds.
She spoke silently to herself for a few verses, lifting her free hand up slightly. A dark aura began to form around that hand, inching slowly down Sephnia's arm. Soon, the dark elf's entire body was nothing but a silhouette-like, completely black form with two glowing white eyes.
The necromancer spotted Akso's spirit now with the spell active.
She smiled evilly again, although the action couldn't be seen due to her tenebrous form, and stated, "Ah...there you are..."
Sephnia began to recite another spell, dull white strands of energy emitting from her spell-casting hand in the realm of the dead, meaning that Akso and Sephnia could see them, while Atambrean and Nall could not.
Sephnia finished, the strands of energy dissipating.
"Done..." Sephnia stated, "You felt nothing due to the simple fact that you are deceased...but give it a try, Akso...you shall be imbued with the voice for a full day before the spell fades..."
She glanced back at Atambrean and Nall.
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Akso blinked at the odd whispy tendrils of the magick that invaded the spiritual realm to give her voice.
True, she did feel nothing, and simply blinked for a few seconds after the dull tendrils had dissapeared. Sephnia's words brought her to the decision to try this whole talking thing out.
Well, here goes nothing.
"Testing? Testing? Coming in all right?" She asked, some of that familiar, sarcastic humor in her voice. The voice itself sounded like her, but was a bit distant and disembodied. Then again, she was a spirit and all. Guess that was to be expected.
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Both Atambrean and Nall's eyes were on Sephnia when she began to work her spell. Nall's out of utter fascination and Atambrean's out of curiousity.
As soon as the dark elf mentioned that Akso could speak though, Nall's attention shifted. She looked around the room, wondering where the dark angel's voice would come from.
When she spoke Nall's eyes lit up and she grinned widely. "Akso!" she exclaimed.
Atambrean had to fight back a sigh of relief when Nall responded to Akso's test. For a moment he was worried that he'd still hear her in just his mind. "Loud and clear," he replied, glancing upwards slightly. Then he looked back at Sephnia, "Thanks er.. what's your name?"
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The dark aura slowly faded from Sephnia's form as she dispelled her incantation.
She laughed genially, "It seems as if I always forget to introduce myself at the appropriate time... Better belated than non-existant... I am Sephnia Neifate... Pleasure to meet you three..."
She smiled evilly, then commented loosely, "I will be needing plenty of ink more than likely..."
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Akso grinned at Nall, aware the girl could not see it.
"Hey kiddo." She said softly, chuckling.
Her gaze shifted to Sephnia then, finding it odd to look at everything so contorted. Even the people looked weird.
"Nice to meet you. Sorry I wasn't alive for the meeting...seems odd to meet someone's ghost."
Her usual attitude towards life was back, with that twisted sense of humor and all.
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Nall grinned ear to ear and looked around the room, still trying to pinpoint where Akso's voice was coming from. "Did you beat Bern, Akso?"
Atambrean grinned, snickered and nodded. "Likewise. I'm Atambrean, and this is Nall," he accenuated the last point by actually pointing at her.
Nall didn't seem to notice, she was more interested now in finding and talking to Akso.
"Ink?" Atambrean raised an eyebrow, and then it clicked, ding she was writing a book. "Oh, yeah. Miss Neifate's writing a book," he pointed out. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he returned his attention to Sephnia. "What did you want to ask me?"
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Sephnia turned her head in the direction the voice came from, smiling evilly and nodding.
"The pleasure is mutual..." Sephnia responded.
Hmm...was it really weird to meet someone's ghost? How weird was it? Was weirdness relative? Was relativity relative? How could she be sure? Was being sure relative?
Her train of thought was interrupted by Atambrean and she came back to reality...however relative reality was.
"Ah yes..." Sephnia sat back down on the edge of the bed, taking out her pen and parchment, "Let us start... Care to tell me a little about yourself, Atambrean...?"
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"Yeah, Bern is finally beaten. Kinda cost me though..." Akso said softly, shaking her spiritual head.
Ugh, that had been the WORST experiance of her life! Torture never was much fun. Well, no need for either of them to know of the horrors she went through to get Nall's voice back.
No, neither of them would ever know.
Akso blinked as Sephnia asked Atam about himself. A book??? She was writing a book?
"Er...yeah, I think I'll be going now..." She muttered. She didn't exactly want to be interviewed. Sorry, waaaay too many things in her past she'd rather not talk about.
"Floatin' out the door Nall. Come talk to me if you want." She called before phasing right through the wood and finding herself in a warped verion of the inn common room.
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Nall bounced off Atambrean's lap and walked to the door so fast that she was almost running. She opened the door and looked around, still trying to find where Akso could be. "Akso?"
Atambrean raised an eyebrow, well, if that wasn't convenient. Now he wouldn't have to give Sephnia a dumbed down version of his life, one he would more than likely have to explain to Nall. Still, he didn't want to say too much, he had his secrets.
"I'm sort of a jack of all trades. I've done all sorts of things to make a living. I was working with the caravan Nall lives in until recently. Someone put a curse on Nall, and I was trying to break it. Akso was the one that broke the final seal of the curse though."
He wet his lips and nibbled a bit on the top one. There went the basics, now to see just what Sephnia wanted to know before he started rambling. "Anything specific you'd like to know?"
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Akso kept a careful ear out for the other room, wanting to hear what Atam said despite herself. Oh well, so she was a snoop sometimes.
A small grin broke out as Nall appeared. "Right here kiddo. Just look up alittle." She said calmly, wishing more than anything she was alive and with them all.
Dammit.
"So, how are you liking your returned voice? Sounds pretty, from what I can tell." She said calmly. All the voices tended to be rather faint when verbally spoken. She seemed to pick up on telepathy much better.
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Sephnia jotted down what Atambrean had to say, placing her pen down again once he was finished.
She looked back up at him and smiled evilly, "This curse... I happen to find it very intriguing... Perhaps you would like to elaborate on that...? Do you know who placed the curse on Nall...?"
Being a necromancer, Sephnia had performed and practiced a few curses herself which led to the interest in said incantations.
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Nall glanced upwards as Akso finished speaking, clasping her hands behind her back. "Thank you," her grin grew a little and her eyes sparkled. "It's almost kinda weird being able to talk after not being able to for so long." Nall giggled at the absurdity of the feeling.
Atambrean crossed one leg over the other, and shot a smirk in Sephnia's direction. "In retrospect, it was a simple affair. Three seals, one on her eyes, one on her ears, and one on her throat. The ones on her eyes and ears were duds though, the real target was her throat. It was also quite the b*tch to remove, I never even came close to even fracturing it. In the end Akso had to..." he cleared his throat and swallowed. "She had to...fight this-this sorceress called Bern, to get Nall's voice back. She suceeded, but.." he cleared his throat again. "You know..."
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<center>"What am I ever going to do with you?"
"Kill me now and get it over with?"
"If you're a little patient maybe Bern will do it for you."</center>
Atambrean put a hand over his mouth in an attempt to quell the surge of nausea that bubbled within him. Tliamat's fury, it'd been a jest. Now, considering the circumstances, it seemed bitterlt cruel. He put his hand back on his lap and made an effort to contain himself. He still had part of a question hovering expectantly in his mind. Sighing a little, he elaborated. "I've no idea who did this to Nall, neither, presumably, does any of her family or anyone she lives amongst. But, the caster would have had to know, and hate Nall for it to be as effective as it was. So, one of them has to know something." Nall's guardian lifted his hand again, this time concentrating on the appendage. A silver light glowed above it and solidified into a small circular mirror strung on a purple ribbon. "Our next stop will be Nall's caravan."
Atambrean's eyebrows knitted together slightly. And when I find the bastard behind this, he thought, staring, almost glowering at the mirror. I'll make them suffer for the harm they caused Nall...and Akso.
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Akso twirled around in her spiritual home. Hopefully not a perm...
What the Hell!?!
Akso just gaped for a moment, then began laughing, the sound eerie and ghost like. "I...I'm in purgatory..!" She giggled, and she was laughing so hard that she would have been crying if able.
Oh damn, that was rich. The good angel turned bad was stuck in purgatory as a ghost, because no one knew what the hell to do with her! That was too good. Count on her to make things complicated for the big boys!
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Sephnia wrote down Atambrean's continued story, remarking once she finished, "Hmm...suspenseful..."
The dark elf placed the collection of parchment and pen back into her knapsack neatly, standing up from the bed and extending her hand towards Atambrean.
"It has been a pleasure, Atambrean... Good fortune to you in your future endeavors..."
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Nall raised an eyebrow and frowned a bit. Pur-gattery? She didn't know the inn had such a foreign sounding name. What, Akso kinda was and kind of wasn't at the inn in a sense, pur-gattery must have been where she was when she 'wasn't'. "How can you get out?"
It was a shame Sephnia had to go so soon. But, they all had business to attend to, such was life. Atambrean flipped her offered hand over and kissed it. "Likewise Miss Sephnia, good luck with your book."
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Akso was still giggling, and had she needed to breath she'd be running out of air. It took her a good couple of minutes to calm before she could answer Nall's question.
Taking a deep breath, she stopped the giggles. "I don't know. I'm sort of in an in-between place since neither God nor Satan knows what to do with my soul. They can't tell where to send me, not to mention I still have strong reasons to live on earth, making me a ghost." She chortled lightly, shaking her spiritual head.
"Too rich."
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"Why thank you..."
Sephnia smiled evilly when Atambrean kissed her hand. This man sure had an interesting way of shaking someone's hand. Perhaps that particular method was a custom where he came from? Maybe she was the one was shaking hands the wrong way...
With that in mind, she took hold of Atambrean's hand and kissed it in a similar manner, saying her good-bye, "In later days..."
She walked across the room, out the door, and finally out of the hotel itself.
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Akso's laughing was contagious, even though Nall didn't really understand the situation well it was hard for her to keep a straight face. She started laughing, pausing slightly to notice Atambrean's friend walk from the room.
Atambrean's eyes widened and he glanced down at hand. He smirked and laughed a bit, there went a most interesting woman. Tliamat willing there would be 'later days'.
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Akso flipped higher into the air to let the woman pass. "Thank you for the voice." She called after her before floating back into the room.
She hovered above Atam and grinned. "So, drama queen, what next?" She asked, putting some emphasis on 'queen'.
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Judging from the distance in the sound of her voice that Akso moved back into the room, Nall walked back into it. She hopped on Atambrean's bed (since it was closer and because her guardian was already sitting on her bed).
Atambrean's eyebrow quirked at Akso's comment, and promptly regretted that he couldn't see her. He would have given her a withering look. Oh hells, he let a semblance of a withering look cross his face, she would see it. "We'll have to tell Nall's parents the good news, of course," he explained, winding the purple ribbon on the mirror around his hand.
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Akso grinned at the look he gave her, regretting she couldn't give him her own look. "Oh, don't get huffy. You're the one that makes yourself look feminine, after all." She snickered lightly, floating around the room calmly.
At his answer, she nodded, then remembered they couldn't see it and stopped. "Sounds good to me. I'd like to meet Nall's family anyway. Er..." he rubbed the back of her head and thought that over. "But...maybe it's not such a good idea to tell them that my ghost is following you guys around. Yeah, kind of a weird thing to say to someone. 'Oh yeah, we're being followed by our friend's ghost.'" Yeah, that would go over reeeeaaaal well.
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Nall laughed, Atambrean scowled. Then his face regained some semblance of normalty. He raised his free hand in a salute: "Yes sir."
Nall bounced off Atambrean's bed and walked over to her own to sit next to Atambrean. She recognized that mirror, it was the one he always used to contact her family, she wanted to tell them the good news. Hmm she better share that bit of info with Atambrean, she pulled at his sleeve.
"Hmmm?"
"Let me tell them," Nall's eyes were aglow.
"Alright," he held the mirror at an angle where the all the parties in the room could see its smooth surface. He narrowed his eyes a bit and looked into the mirror. One whispered word later and the surface began to glow silver and ripple slightly.
It made a soft pealing sound, and another, and another. Until finally after ten or so of these rings the surface of the mirror settled and the glow faded to reveal a man with wavy hair hanging down to the middle of his neck, a goatee and a thin moustache of a deep coffee color, an angular face, bright green eyes and a small gold ring in his right ear. "Atambrean," he nodded. "Any news?"
"A little..." Atambrean's eyes glanced down at Nall.
"Father!" Nall all but chirped.
Nall's dad grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Hello little one, it's good to hear your voice once more."
Atambrean chuckled, "You all should come to this realm for a while before we return Nicu. You've been pretty much everywhere, why not expand your repitoire?"
Nicu perked an eyebrow, looking as though he was considering it. "I'll speak with Papusza and the others and get back to you."
"You know where to find me," Atambrean winked.
The mirror shimmered and the image of Nicu vanished.
"Well, now I've got to prepare that portal," Atambrean announced, putting the mirror in his pocket.
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Akso hovered behind Nall and Atam, looking into the mirror as it began to ripple. She 'sat' -or would that be hovered? - through the whole conversation. She was completely silent.
Once all was said and done, Akso began chuckling lightly. "I'm noticing a trend of odd names here..." She mused, trying not to laugh out-right. That would be rude. Not that being rude was wrong in her book...
She buzzed around Atam, wanting to see him make this portal thingy. She then got an idea, not that it had anything to do with anything. "Tell me if you feel this." She said, and suddenly flew through Atam.
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Atambrean felt very scandalized. He had no idea just what Akso did to him, or was doing to him. Orcus' bones, it was tearing him apart, expecting to feel something and then feeling nothing. Well, except the normal things one feels all the time, clothes, hair, whatever one happens to be sitting on, the sudden chill in the temperature.
He shook his head, naw, it was his mind playing tricks on him. Or was it? Great Tliamat, he shouldn't be worrying!
Nall struggled to keep from laughing, it looked like Atambrean was about to go into one of his berserker rages. "How're you gonna start the portal?" She ran a hand through her hair and swung her legs back and forth.
Atambrean glanced back at his charge and yawned, barely reaching a hand to cover his mouth. He barely got any sleep the night before, and now that he wasn't stressing too much was starting to feel it. He stood only to flop lazily on his bed and pull a blanket over his head. "Like this," he responded.
Nall giggled, "But, it's morning."
"Mornings as good a time as any," he mumbled from under the blanket.
"You're supposed to sleep at night," she chided.
"You're supposed to sleep at night," Atambrean mocked.
A pillow was thrown at the imputent guardian, which was quickly snatched and pulled under the blanket.
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