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Post by Oya on Jan 28, 2014 20:57:47 GMT -6
“Lisa”, spoke Oya with some surprise as the maiden walked up to him. She grabbed hold of Wilow and offered to give them a hand. Oya was taken aback by her kind jester. He was sure she still hated Willow for what she did ealier.
“Very well”, spoke Oya, but we need to set her in Butorega’s old bed. “The muscle head is not in right now and it will be less stress on you.”
With Lisa aid Oya took Willow back to yashi's house. He kicked open the door, which he knew he was going to get it later and set Willow down on the bed.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Feb 5, 2014 20:11:45 GMT -6
Helping Oya with the drunken maiden, Oya took his side of Willow in first since he had kicked open the door. Once Lisa's side was in, she would kick the door shut before they made it to Butorega's room. Keeping her side's weight up, they made it to the bed and let her flop on it. Letting out a sigh of relief, she would lift willow's legs up and laid them down gently so she was a bit curled up in the center of the bed. Walking out of the room, she would go back to the couch where her bag still sat.
Picking it up, she would take out a bright red apple and crunched down into it. Letting the sweet taste flow through her taste buds, she stood there thinking for a while. 'Funny how I haven't eaten all day. I bet Yashi would be thrilled to see me eating something.' Throwing it up into the air, she would catch it. Walking into her room, she would pick up Oya's pair of axes and walked back out into the living room area where she would no doubt run into him. Still eating her apple, she would set the axes on the dinning room table and sat down looking at it. Sliding her lance out, she would lean it against the table waiting for someone to come out. Taking her bag of food, she would set it also onto the table, but she would take out some more food and laid them on the flat wooden table. What was left of the apple now was the core. Tossing it into a basket for scraps, she would grab a pear this time and bitten into that now. The nector of the fruit ran down the sides of her face as she sat their pondering on who would be in the room first. Hearing a door close was heard as she stayed sitting there. But it also dawned on her, she was sitting in the dark. Grabbing one of the candle's, she would take it to the fireplace and lit it. Walking back to the table, she lit a few other's before setting it back into it's holder. Sitting back down, she would take another bite from the pear.
"Miss Willow will rest easily, but she will have a bad headache from what I can tell. It looks like she drank quiet a bit while she was at the Tavern. Want some fruit?" She held up a random piece of fruit without even taking notice of what she had grabbed from the variety of fruit that she had before herself.
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Post by Willow on Feb 7, 2014 18:52:20 GMT -6
"Rrmmmm" Willow mumbled, rolling over. She felt sore, and her head hurt.
Groaning, she relaxed, and sleep rushed over her once more.
As she dreamed, she saw a figure slowly approaching. Clad in white, and holding a gleaming golden book of the truth and light... Saint Elimine.
"My child," the Saint murmured. "You must not hold such foolish grudges. You must forgive, and protect the innocent. You must uphold the light. Never lose sight of the path, my child. Never... Lose... Sight...
The figure slowly faded as the gray darkness of dreamless sleep descended upon her once more.
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Post by Oya on Feb 7, 2014 21:51:38 GMT -6
Oya took the pair from Lisa and ate it. It had been quite a day for him. At that moment he realized he had forgotten his axes. The young boy first patted his sides checking to see if he did not already have them and then he motioned to head back to the bathing area when he noticed them on the table. "My axes", spoke Oya as he grabbed them. In the process he dropped his pair, which bothered him a bit. "My Pair", he shouted as he quickly shifted back to try and grab the already grounded pair. In the end it resulted in him dropping both his axes and his pair.
Oya let out a sigh as he picked up his fruit. He spit on it and whipped the dirt off it. "Thanks for getting my axes", spoke the boy as he took another bite out of the pair. He first finished his fruit and then moved to restripe his axes. "Sorry again for going into your room", spoke Oya as he placed his favorite weapons back were they belonged.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Feb 9, 2014 20:58:12 GMT -6
She kept eating as Oya was talking. nodding her head when he thanked her for getting his axes back. "Don't mention it, just don't leave them in there again. Lucky no kids went in there and took them. And as for the apollogy. I will forgive you since I don't like to hold grudges for very long. Just make sure Oya, it doesn't happen again. I don't mind if she went in there looking for something of yours. Just next time, don't go through my things. That is all I have to say about the matter. No more talking about it. Eat an apple." She would throw at him a green apple which was Lisa's favorite kind. Now done with the Pear, she tossed it into the waste basket and grabbed a green apple. Looking at the cup on the table, she saw it was empty. Letting out a sigh, she stood up and walked over to the bucket that had the clean water in it. Filling it with water, she guzzled it down quickl and refilled it. Walking back to the table, she took a crunch out of the apple as she sat there silent as a stone.
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Post by Willow on Feb 13, 2014 21:19:45 GMT -6
"Nngh..." Willow mumbled. Her head hurt. And she was thirsty. Opening her eyes, Willow found herself in a strange bed. Panicking slightly, she sat up abruptly and moaned as her head throbbed. "Urrgh," she complained. "Teaches me not to drink, I suppose." As the pain subsided, she groped for her tome and stave, and, finding them securely in their spots, slowly attempted to get up. After a few tries and a lot of dizziness, Willow struggled to her feet, and opened the door, shuffling out and squinting against the light.
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Post by Oya on Feb 18, 2014 9:59:04 GMT -6
"oH Willow", spoke Oya as the maiden walked out the door. Oya rushed up to give her a hand. The young pirate did not want her to fall. "Take it easy Willow", spoke Oya as he assisted her. Oya was actually a bit worried. He did not know how Willow handled alcohol and the amount that she drunk was not good. She did not seemed poisoned by it, but he still kept a watchful eye.
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Post by Willow on Feb 20, 2014 20:53:09 GMT -6
Willow slumped in a chair and shamefacedly looked at Lisa and Oya.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Lisa," she managed, beginning to cry and inwardly cursing herself for being such a jealous, frivolous woman. "I just... I got jealous. I... It's just that Oya means so much to me, and I was worried you'd steal him from me. I... I never really had anyone to love me as I grew up, and now, I'm lonely... And I found Oya, and I love him... And I got scared. I'm sorry, Lisa," she sobbed. "I'm sorry."
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Feb 21, 2014 10:44:32 GMT -6
Lisa slowly looked at Willow as she threw away the fruit she was currently eating. She listened to her speak while apologizing. Raising a hand at the last sorry she was saying, Lisa would begin to talk with a flat emotionless tone in her voice. "I'll forgive you Lady Willow. I don't really care that your in love or not. As simple as that. This is all water under the bridge, but keep your emotions in order." When done speaking, Lisa stood up from the table taking her Iron lance with her. She went to her room and shut the door behind her. Taking the armour off herself, she would sit on the bed after stabbing the floor with her spear making it stand up by itself.
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Post by Oya on Feb 22, 2014 21:09:34 GMT -6
"Don't be foolish Willow", spoke Oya. "I told you before that I will always be here did I not. I am not just going to up and leave because of a beautiful woman. I am not that shallow", spoke the pirate as he hugged willow. He was not sure what to do in this situation, but he figured hugging her would work. He needed to show her that he cared and that his words were not just words, but actual feelings. Still in the back of his mind was the documents. He had not forgotten his whole reason for coming by. The drama that went on in the house had distracted him from his goal. He needed to finish his research.
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Post by Willow on Feb 23, 2014 13:25:24 GMT -6
"Thanks, Oya... You know I love you... I'm tired. Maybe I'll go back and rest. Bye, Oya," Willow mumbled as she made her way back into the dark room, collapsing once more on the bed and surrendering to sleep.
Laying on the bed, thoughts swirled through her head. Had she done the right thing? Was Lisa to be trusted? What was Oya planning? What had she done? Who was the mysterious man from outside the tavern? As Willow pondered, sleep began to fly far away as a horrible picture began to coalesce in her mind. Sea fever, this far inland? A familiar voice... The demon's voice.
Was Oya a demon? Regardless of that... Did Oya infect the innocent town?
Who WAS Oya, really?
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Post by Oya on Feb 25, 2014 19:54:08 GMT -6
With the moment of quite and the chaos before behind him Oya took the chance to get the information he requested together. He sat down at a desk and began to copy over the information into a data book he kept. He took the time to record information about military service and read through their uncles diary. From what he could tell he too had the same trait that he found in himself. After every kill it seemed that he got a rush out of it.
"So this trait seems to run in our family", spoke Oya aloud.
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2014 20:05:22 GMT -6
"No... No... It can't be true."
Willow got up from the bed, forming a ball of light magic, then dispersing it, then reforming it. As she paced, nearly crying, she tried to comprehend what was going on.
Oya, who she cared so dearly about... His history, his mystery... She needed answers.
Willow discharged her light magic and stood up. Her head felt clearer, but a dull throb still remained. She opened the door and walked out quietly, walking through the halls until she found Oya, with his back to her, at a desk, reading.
Silently praying for strength, Willow sat down against the wall, on the floor, and tried to speak without breaking down and crying out of fear.
"Oya? We need to talk."
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Post by Oya on Feb 25, 2014 20:09:39 GMT -6
"Willow", spoke Oya as he closed the book. He stopped and turned around and faced her. He could see that there was something wrong. He did not know what, but he knew something was wrong. She wanted to ask him something. He began to wonder what could it be. In the bottom of his heart he hoped that she did not ask about Mark's Town. She did not ask much before, but what else she would ask about.
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2014 20:16:29 GMT -6
"Well... First of all... I just... Oya, what are you planning? What are you searching for? I have a feeling that you're trying to find something, and I don't know what it is.
Are you a part of the Bern rebels?
I mean... The mysterious man outside the tavern... I know that voice. I remember it from Mark's Town. I guess everything doesn't add up, Oya. I want to believe you, and trust you, because you mean so much to me... But I'm having a hard time understanding. It's not that you don't believe in St. Elimine... I can deal with that.
Oya, I guess I think that you killed everyone in Mark's Town, somehow. I don't know how, but I think you and the man from the balcony... Boogus, or Gustavus, or whoever, and that man from the tavern... I think you all are rebels from Bern. I think you're hiding your past, Oya. I just want to know the truth."
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