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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 13:05:33 GMT -6
Vincent had been in mid lunge when suddenly a shock wave of pure power blew him back across the greenhouse's remains. Slamming into boards and rocks he gashed his head open on something. Vincent was knocked unconscious bleeding from his head. His sword had flung off somewhere in the blast. This would be the first time Vincent dreamed of home. Here in a cold and bloody pile.
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Baako
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Post by Baako on Aug 1, 2014 13:40:27 GMT -6
Baako wasn't even able to get a word in before it all unravelled. He didn't mind since his training with Borgus and the others had obviously paid off. He instead watched the mage fight Vince, a lopsided battle to be sure but then just when it looked over a sudden burst of power brought the White headed swordsman down in pain and blood.
"That looked painful. Did you really need to go all out?" He might seem relaxed but in truth Baako had his sword at the ready just in case the mage decided he was next.
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Sonneillon
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"You will pay for what you've done..."
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 1, 2014 13:57:03 GMT -6
Slowly, the world moved back into focus. The walls swam, and the pupil coughed, the hacking sound harsh and discordant against the silence. The cold seemed to have seeped all through him. What had happened? It felt the same as after he'd saved Verrine. Cold and miserable. Soon, the familiar rush of warmth shot back through him, and he managed to push himself to his knees, collapsing backwards against the crumbling wall. A rivulet of blood trickled from his mouth, dripping down into a red patch of snow and dirt as he tried to recover. What the hell had he done?
"Are you all... All right..."
He'd be in no position to move for at least a few more minutes. His exertion had left him weak and feeble, and his wits were clouded and muddy.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 14:18:01 GMT -6
Vincent slowly began to gain his senses being pulled from his sweet dreams of home? Why did he leave he questioned. Oh, yeah, Ash. Where was he now? Probably in the arms of some barmaid having a good time being successful. Here he was cold and hurting with a weapon he couldn't use and only one job under his belt. He wasn't anything compared to all the people he'd met on the road. His vision began to come clear and he shielded his eyes from the light. His hair was sticky and wet? He looked at his hand and saw blood. Dropping his hand to his side he asked, "Anyone got a vulnerary? I never seem to have one." He was fairly certain he had a concussion now. "By the by, what was that blast?"
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Baako
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Post by Baako on Aug 1, 2014 14:44:48 GMT -6
He could hear their voices, and neither of them seemed to be in good shape. Whatever magic the mage used seemed to take its toll on the body, but at least the other swordsman was still alive. Baako thought to open his mouth to comment when a dark thought made itself known. He could kill them now while they were weak and stifle any chance of them being able to ever grow any stronger. Baako was by no means a do- good-er, nor was he their ally or friend. He could kill them both and make it look like an accident, probably get away clean if he played his cards right.
But...it would be pointless. Even if he didn't particularly like them, there was no real reason to end them now...well at least not the Mage. Vincent had tried to stop the gang before, maybe it would be better to kill him before he became a bigger problem. Shaking his head Baako just sighed, this was too much planning for him, if Borgus wanted him dead he'd wait until it was ordered, if ever. For now he just took a seat and let them do what they needed to do.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 14:52:04 GMT -6
Vincent slowly managed to stir and sit up. "AHHH!!!" His head was splitting. "I, need to... get back to the... tavern. Recover." It was a tad difficult to speak like he wanted but he noticed he had use of his right arm again. Vincent shakily stood before falling to his knees. "I'm a bit... out of it... right now. Hey Baako, could you go see if he's okay? I'll manage here in a sec." Vincent wearily looked for his sword and found it with its blade completely shattered. Just great he'd need a new one now.
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Baako
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Post by Baako on Aug 1, 2014 15:22:16 GMT -6
Baako scoffed, "I'm not here to clean up after you." Really as if they were friends! Baako had been invited to a spar but that was it, and as far as he was concerned his debt to the magician was paid in full. That's not to say he didn't want to fight or anything, no not at all, but there was no way he would risk dying over someone who apparently couldn't control their magic.
"You want him inside? Then take him."
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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 15:28:33 GMT -6
Vincent groaned. Baako acted like a spoiled child. Sure he was one but dang it. Vincent finally managed to get to his feet and drag his way to Gressil. "You really are a pain you know that, Baako?" Vincent stood over the young mage and reached out a hand to help him stand. "We can limp back together," he joked. "Baako, what brought you to Ilia anyway?" The thought had just occurred to him; wasn't he last with a group of pirates or something?
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Sonneillon
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 1, 2014 17:35:29 GMT -6
The sitting pupil slowly had recovered. Yep, it was the same thing that had happened after he saved Verrine. Some sort of seizure, he supposed. Maybe it was his body's way of protecting him. He didn't know; all he knew was it was a royal pain in the rear. Every time he tried for more power, bam. Out like a light.
With his eyes closed, the pupil heard the conversation escalating, and then saw the orange shade of his eyelids change as a form moved in front of him. From the voice, it sounded like Vincent. Now that there was a barrier...
"Shh," he whispered almost inaudibly. "Don't move."
The pupil's lips moved once more, crafting his tendril spell, and sending the darkness seeping into the earth behind the wonderful screen of Vincent. Baako wouldn't know what hit him; Neil let the dark magic surge upward and sent the tentacles whipping into him with as much force as he could muster. That would hurt.
Standing up without any aid, the blood still seeping out of the corner of his mouth, but a defiant and angry glare on his face, the pupil nodded to Vincent and stalked out of the 'arena,' pausing only to give a final word to Baako.
"Go to hell."
He'd been nothing but polite to the kid, and yet the boy couldn't manage to do anything but treat him like trash. What a guy. With nothing else to say, he left, hoping Vincent would follow him.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 19:42:55 GMT -6
Vincent watched as the young mage enacted a vengeance agaist Baako. It was strange how his power had suddenly grown and was controlled so easily. The young pupil rose up and seemed fine aside from the blood coming from his mouth. He nodded his thanks to Vincent shortly before cursing Baako as he left. Vincent spared a glance to Baako and uttered a curse to himself. He tried to give the boy a way out of the criminals life that first day they met but he hadn't taken it. It was now that it finally sunk in to Vincent that he hadn't wanted out. He enjoyed the life and looked out for his number one. Vincent followed behind Gressil to return inside and take care of his head.
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Sonneillon
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 1, 2014 20:01:05 GMT -6
Sonneillon walked away from the ruined arena, his boots thudding softly on the cobblestones. He held a hand to his mouth, trying to stem the blood, and his countenance steely.
"Hey Vincent, are you staying here for the night? I have a room paid for in the inn with two beds, and I trust that you won't kill me in my sleep...
Hopefully his new friend would accept; he could share dinner and learn about the boy's past as they both recuperated. That Baako boy knew Vincent somehow. It was interesting that they knew each other, even though their characters were so radically different. They almost seemed to be polar opposites.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 20:07:19 GMT -6
Vincent looked surprised at the young pupil but smiled, weakly, but as big a smile he could manage. "That would be nice." Gently touching his head with a cool and soaked rag he winced before continuing, "I had planned on a good night's rest, and in friendly company all the better." Vincent then went about buying some bandage wraps. He was going to need them for a few days he'd decided.
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Sonneillon
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 1, 2014 21:47:33 GMT -6
As his friend walked away toward a shop, Neil followed, moving inside and browsing as his friend bought bandage wrapping. That was probably a good idea. At least he wasn't hurt seriously, it's just that his damn mouth wouldn't stop bleeding!
His eyes wandered over the merchandise and he stumbled around the shelves, finding nothing of interest in the front of the store. As he moved towards the exit, he looked once more and his eye caught on a small shelf, covered with ratty looking books.
His curiosity piqued, Sonneillon opened one of the books, and was surprised to find that he could understand the language completely, even though it was completely foreign. How was this possible? This... This was a Flux tome. There was no way he could understand it.
Excitedly taking out other books, he looked through them slowly, finding out the basic concepts behind each, and listing them in his head. Flux. Worm. Luna. Eclipse. Nosferatu. Each seemed an interesting and potent branch of study, but he couldn't decide which was the one he'd be most interested in studying. They were all so tantalizing.
Shaking his head, Neil decided that he shouldn't use his money on them. After all, he was probably too weak to even summon a basic rendition of any of them. What a shame. Walking back over to the front, Neil sighed and waited for Vincent to finish his purchases so they could go back to the inn and eat.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 1, 2014 22:08:09 GMT -6
Vincent bought his bandages, a new iron sword, and some rags for Gressil. He considered buying a set of throwing knives as well but for now he just wanted to get skilled with his sword before trying new trades. "I didn't know if you needed them but I figured it couldn't hurt," he stated handing over the rags. Vincent noticed what Gressil had been looking at, magic tomes. "So, you can actually read all this?" he inquired flipping through a worm tome. "Honestly I never even learned to read the common texts." Vincent thought about asking if he would mind teaching him but that would require him to lock Gressil into a companionship of sorts and he didn't think he could do that. "How much are these?" Turning the book around he saw the price tag. "Woah, that is a lot." Hmm, it wasn't the right time to pitch the idea but maybe after the two were better they could take on a job so he could afford a new tome. Maybe over dinner would be a good time to ask.
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Post by Baako on Aug 2, 2014 1:35:16 GMT -6
Ooc: late but here goes.
Ic: Baako could only smirk at their retreating forms and at their naïve vision of the world. They thought by inviting him to train they would all be friends? No it wasn't that simple, at least not with him. He could have ended them there but again it would be pointless. He thought to himself that next time maybe he'd show them exactly what he was capable of, but for now he had business to attended to.
[Exit thread]
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