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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 26, 2016 15:22:46 GMT
Note: Takes place adjacent to Tenshi's fight with Mo. Whilst she and Mo fight one last time, everyone else is left to recover from the epic and bloody battle.
Vincent had been drawn by the blood. He'd been walking alone, through fields were forests once roamed, when from above came a shower of blood, fire and battle. He'd witnessed it from down here, how so many came together to fight what appeared to be a giant Purple Dragon, something Vincent had only heard of, never seen. As a child he remembered promising his mother that he'd beat a Dragon one day, make her a pretty necklace from it's scales. He smiled as he stood, watching the fight from a far distance. It carried on for some time, and many people fell from the skies in battle. Vincent saw the trails of blood around him, and how winged people dropped down, all to a specific area in the forest ahead.
A camp set up quickly to aid the wounded it seemed, after Vincent followed the small pillar of smoke erupting from the tree's canopy. From back here, his eyes focused on all the wounded. Red was everywhere, it be a beautiful sight Vince had to ignore for the time being in order to take note of all the people. It seemed the camp was split into two halves, with one side holding a few medical tents, with the gravely wounded being desperately carried within the tents. And the other half, for those injured but in no danger of meeting death. It was also filled with worried souls, all pacing around, holding weapons or loved ones in order to find some solace for the hell going on around them. Utter chaos, as Vincent watched some of the healers work desperately to solve the issue. It seemed none of them were all too qualified in healing wounds, perhaps they were without a leader that usually did the healing. Vincent spotted a small child, clinging desperately to the bloodied rags against an older woman's neck, crying into her side and begging for help. Vince sighed, jogging down towards the camp, taking no notice of anyone looking his way. He wasn't covered in blood like usual, but with his tall and powerful physique, not many looked to Vincent without a little fear. He marched right over to where the child and mother were, towering over her dying form. Without a word, he drew a knife, making the little child squeal, hold tighter onto their parent. Before anyone could assume, Vince brought the knife over his own hand, cutting over the re-occurring wound on his palm. He pressed a finger down onto the woman's head, leaving a dot of blood. "Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep." He muttered, his favourite poem. And Vince closed his eyes, taking charge of the woman's blood. It moved slow, so Vincent ordered it to pick up the pace, he also sped up the clotting of her fatal wounds, to make sure the important lifeblood that was left remained in her body. He stopped focusing once he felt her heart beat faster on it's own, and her lungs take in an appropriate amount of air. Vince got up, grinning to the kid, and moved onto the next person lying on the makeshifts beds around camp. He went to those dying, and did the same as he'd done for the woman, each time, adding another set of lines to the poem.
"I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain." He muttered to himself, smiling as he addressed each case, ignoring any attempts at conversation brought his way. Eventually Vince marched into one of the tents, startling the medics as he ignored their existence, placing blood dots onto the foreheads of their patients.
"When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush." Four more people stabilised. Vincent moved onto the next tent. "Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night." Some had already gone, but Vince managed to save two of the dying in the tent, leaving as quickly as he came, then heading straight out of the camp, back up the hill from where he'd come down. "Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die." He muttered to himself. He continued walking until certain the camp was far behind, then dropping all of his weight against a tree, sliding down until he was sat. Vincent breathed heavily, quickly wrapping up the wound on his hand. He didn't lose all that much blood, but still Vincent felt cold, and looked pale. Taking control of other people's blood reduced the ability of his own. The longer he spent controlling blood from another, his slowly drained of it's life essence. It would come back to normal soon, just like someone recovering from significant blood loss, didn't mean it wasn't a pain in the ass to feel so light-headed and weakened.
Vincent opened his eyes to look up to the darkened sky, the sounds of crying from the camp fading now. Still, he thought, it was worth it to stop those pathetic idiots mourning for the dying.
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Post by Sky on Sept 26, 2016 21:27:16 GMT
It was tough the fight, and Sky was out in the critical tent for half of it, a blow almost killing her and messing up her insides, burn marks littering her body. It would be a killer to hide it from her fathers and brother, she knew they would not be pleased she let herself get into the thick of things. And even less pleased to hear how she escaped the tent just mere moments after waking up, in a hope to help the others. Walking around camp wasn't easy, each step burning and making her feel as if she was walking on knives, but she had to do something. Taking the memories of the bloody battle away from the kids, filling their minds with the truth in a less traumatising sight. Helping those who asked to remove their memories. It drained her, made Sky weaker then she already was, but she knew it was helping, and she refused to stop. But the minds of some showed a familiar face helping them, and it stumped her to see... And yet she wasn't surprised in the slightest of him being around, even if the magic use did. Following the hills, walking in the direction one last saw him go, Sky needed to thank Vincent for the help. She found him leaning against a tree, and after the climb here she had to admit doing the same felt appealing. The camp seemed so quiet out here from the suffering, as the Sky moved on and the aftermath of the chaos with it. Standing a little behind, Sky gave a soft whisper. "There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood, The good are half bad and the bad are half good. Thank you, for what you did for those people."
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 26, 2016 21:47:28 GMT
Vincent continued staring up for quite a while, a part of him hoped to get a glimpse of the fight going on in the sky, but the sound of a Dragon's roar had died down, and he hadn't seen it in a while since entering the camp. Disappointing, perhaps Vince could get a close look if it was killed, he'd never seen what colour a Dragon's blood was. He was looking for a distraction from the dizziness until it had faded, eventually deciding to read. Vincent had reread the poem Sky had made a number of times now. He still didn't like it, per say, but the fact that he'd continued to read it over and over said something about how interesting it seemed to be. He heard someone approach, putting away his book, and feeling his mark already on this approaching person. It made Vince smile, probably her, she did say she'd give him a few days. Vince didn't make an attempt to move, too tired right now anyway, best just talk for a while before bailing once his blood woke up.
Vincent smiled at her choice of words, he wasn't familiar with the poem, which made him smile. "I'll accept being half-good, if that helps your ideology. To me, I was just being me." Vince replied, sighing a little. "There's some things I stand for, you know. I ain't just a born killer, who loves his kills like they themselves were poems. I stand for life too... without it, there ain't not point in death. And to live is to want to be free, all those poor saps down there were fighting to remain living, thought I'd help a little."
Now she was in sight, Vince looked Sky over, tutting a little. "You don't look too free yourself Miss. Got some war wounds." Vincent stopped talking to allow his blood to continue the analysis, since a small amount was still on Sky. Blood told him a lot, especially about the body of it's host. So it was easy enough to find out from the Princess's blood exactly what condition she was in. Vince's smile dropped, the first time it had in a while. "You're real dumb, you know that?" He said, almost angry, and dragged himself to his feet. "How long you been aware that you're internally bleeding? Obviously not at all, considering you decided to leave the fucking camp for some reason."
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Post by Sky on Sept 26, 2016 21:59:18 GMT
It was a start, maybe he would believe her when she gave him a few more days to run. She was in no condition to fight him after all right now, as were none of the others. "Never believed you were." A truth she wouldn't admit to anyone else, knowing they would think he did something to her, but she read the information on him, knows how he ended up here and why, she probably would have joined if not for her family. "They were all fighting, even the kids... You don't know the pain they went through during this, even I don't truly understand." And she had their memories, every feeling they felt when in pain, all those lost, it was tiring to say the least. Holding out her arms as best she could, before collapsing against the tree in exhaustion, Sky gave a smirk. "Im fine, just got caught in some fire and tossed around a little." So it felt like her insides were trying to become 'outsides' it wasn't like she didn't know how long she had before having to get back to the tent before it was too late to save her. "Awe, you can care..." Giving Vincent an amused smirk, Sky let herself begin to fall down the tree to the floor. "Give me five minuets and ill be fine to head back, I know a couple of the healers... I'll be fine."
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 26, 2016 22:49:58 GMT
Vince snorted a little, enjoying how Sky tended to think she could always, and would always, know better than him. 'You don't know' was a phrase Vincent was sure he'd hear a lot from this woman trying to hunt him down. Vince only shook his head, "One of the kids almost lost his mum, some of the other around him probably did lose their mums, or their dads. You seem to know all of the information on me, and yet you think I don't get the kind of pain those kids went through?" It was honestly annoying enough to hear his own words, much more to think Sky actually assumed Vincent didn't understand the pain of kids having to fight to live, and losing parents in that fight. He'd bring up a damn poem if his head wasn't fuzzy, and if he wasn't so mad right now. Besides, he didn't get time to recite anything, Sky's condition was the centre of his attention as soon as he'd discovered it. Now on his feet, Vince walked over, catching the dumb woman as she fell, gently leading her to the ground instead. "I care about myself. And right now, myself is pretty pissed off because of this. So I'm fixing the problem before I get real mad." And usually, that meant killing, but for some reason Vince wouldn't kill, as easy as it would be to do so. He healed instead.
Vince held out a hand, taking firm control of Sky's blood, probably sending a little spike of pain as the magical link was made. He ordered it to carefully clot up the ruptured parts of her blood vessels. One artery had punctured slightly, and another was much worse. Both were close to the stomach, which mean the clotting had to be done carefully to not harm the major organs at all. It took a few minutes, but Vincent was confident no blood would escape as it continued to flow. He could have stopped, but screwed that idea to look at those burns. A lot of them, some could very well become infected. So, using a different kind of neat little trick, Vince moved some of the other blood cells, the white ones that dealt with infections, to go to areas of burns. It sped up the process of removing dead skins cells and letting new ones grow, meaning her burns weren't nearly as bad anymore. They'd probably blister a lot and be a general pain, but nothing so severe as being hit by Dragon fire. Vince sat back, hiding the fact he could barely feel his feet to properly stand on them now. "There... Now you're fine." Vincent commented, grin returning. He'd get to use this over Sky now, and just not mention the part that he was seeing spots and felt like he might hurl any moment.
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Post by Sky on Sept 28, 2016 22:34:03 GMT
Sky gritted her teeth throughout the process in irritation, but made no sound to show the discomfort, it was expected with healing, and it was only ever done to make one feel better. But she did wonder why Blood loving Vincent was healing her up instead of using her weak state to abuse her blood... It was calming to know someone even like him could do such good. Smirking slightly up to him once he claimed she was now fine, Sky gave out a chuckle. "I was fine before hand, nothing I couldn't handle..." So that was pushing it, if he wasn't here Sky probably would have passed out somewhere and died for all the others would find. But she did feel it up till she knew what was going on when it hit, ignorance is bliss so they say. "Interesting magic though, just surprised you healed the blood instead of cut me open for more. I am thankful though, as many other would be." It almost made her wish to spare him, but she couldn't do that, it wasn't in her power, and she liked the chase and conversations, it wasn't everyday she met one so into poetry and could keep up with her. But when looking to Vincent now, Sky gave a hard glare seeing his state... That's something she couldn't be grateful for. "Please lie to me and tell me you didn't make yourself suffer by healing me..." She knew the truth, but didn't want to hear it out loud, though she needed confirmation.
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 28, 2016 22:57:26 GMT
It was on the border of passing out, but Vince could manage it. He felt incredibly sick, probably because his body was struggle to cope with the fact that right now his blood just wasn't giving him enough energy. His head pulse, brain on the verge of oxygen deprived, and vision blurring. He'd gotten this bad before, the first time he'd used his powers to heal, only to realise what kind of strain it put on him. He'd been much younger too, so the exhaustion came quicker. He snorted when Sky remained so stubborn, perhaps she just didn't know how serious internal bleeding was, which was very, especially with arteries, like her's was. Vincent shuffled until he was sitting, one leg up so he could prop his arm on a knee to then hold his head, massaging the brow.
Vincent shrugged, "Interesting's why I got locked up for it. I have complete control over blood, which includes removing it from a body, or encouraging it to heal one. Some bad some good, whatever you were saying about that stuff in your poems." He explained, stopping to just quickly breath. He was trying damn hard to stop the shaking to his hands, but it wasn't working with him. When Sky caught on, Vincent smirked, "Like I ever do what... what the fuck you tell me." He sneered, the movement of a chuckle almost bringing up the contents of his stomach, before they were held down. Vince swallowed, now knowing he didn't need to be so discrete, so happily clutched onto his chest as it spiked in pain. "When I control others blood, especially for healing and stuff... it makes my own blood lose it's strength... same sort of effect as bleeding out, if you get me." Vincent explained through the shallow breaths, "Since healing all those poor saps and now you, I'm on the edge of going into shock... but please don't think of using this chance to take me in. I might... might be struggling to breath, but I'm sure I could still kill you before passing out."
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Post by Sky on Oct 2, 2016 20:16:04 GMT
Very interesting indeed, though Sky didn't say more on it as he knew her thoughts, instead she focused on Vincent, helping him to sit down knowing it might help right now with any pain, she was feeling better now thanks to him, and it was only fair she helped. "You'll listen to me some day." Sky gave a smirk knowing his type and how he wont want to be treated like glass just because he's feeling weak, though she did shuffle onto her knees in front him to look him over. "If healing someone makes you weak... Would taking someone's help to bring back strength?" She had to take him in, but she wouldn't do so while he was like this, she wouldn't take any when like this, not for the reason behind it. Holding out an arm, Sky gave a smile. "If so then take as much as you need as long as it doesn't kill me... I need to remain alive if I'm going to eventually bring you in, but even I'm not such a bitch as to take you like this. No fun in the fight that way." Sky could always head back to camp to rest up again, knowing the healers had their ways to get her what was needed, Vincent didn't have that luxury really, not without consequences.
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Oct 2, 2016 20:47:52 GMT
His chest really hurt. Vincent was confident it was just the pain in his lungs, how they struggled to draw enough breath, and not his heart giving out. If he could tell exactly what was harming someone else in an instant, then reading his own body's issues was nothing. He snorted, which took much of his breath to do. "Trust me... I won't." He muttered back, glancing behind him before leaning back on a tree, wincing through the shock. Vincent sighed, annoyed by Sky's naivete towards his magic, but understanding. It was complex, and took Vincent many years and many experiments to finally understand how it worked and what it needed. Her offer, as lovely and kind as she thought it was, was completely stupid. But, it did earn a slight smile from Vince. "I'll... explain two things. One, the blood you got right now is thin. Just enough to keep you happy and healthy, I should know because I made sure it was that way. Doing anything magical with blood drains my energy, so even if I did decide to take some of your precious lifeblood, it'll serve no purpose. As I get more blood, it just gets weak like the rest." Vincent explained, taking a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. He remembered passing out once in prison, after panicking about how weak he felt, Vincent had cunningly thought to steal everyone's blood and give it to himself. Only to realise that their blood wasn't compatible with his body, and that any new and fresh blood received was quickly killed off by the use of magic, creating a very pointless cycle. "What was all that... about taking me in, kicking and screaming? What... you too good to take a man while he's weakened... or at least try? What a terrible hunter you are." He mocked, blinking slowly, warding off sleep.
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Post by Sky on Oct 2, 2016 21:07:51 GMT
Sky snorted, she always get her way one way or another, it was only a matter of time. And Sky listened to his explanation before shaking her head and taking back her arm. She didn't know how his magic worked, not completely, so its not like she could make guesses like this. "Hey, at least be grateful for the offer, I don't think many others would be willing to do so, hell you are an ex-criminal technically, and I doubt people would trust you enough not to take it all if you could." Valid points in her mind, no matter what Vincent might have to say on the matter. But that annoyance passed when he next spoke, and Sky gave a laugh. "What good hunter preys on a wounded animal and try's to take the credit for catching them in fair game? Besides, I don't think right now you will be kicking and screaming much..." Sky shoved him on the shoulder lightly before standing up and holding a hand out. "You cant sleep here, and I likely have people looking for me by now. Wounded princess gone missing and all that... I cant promise others wont take advantage of your weakened state. So I may as well sneak you into the camp for some shut eye that you can trust right now."
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Oct 3, 2016 17:46:55 GMT
Vincent smirked. "Well by the fact that I enjoy... covering myself in blood that isn't mine... I'm sure no one would want to share with me. But I am surprised that you're so willing, knowing full well from experience that I can remove all of your blood with a simple thought... but, just know that if I really could make myself better by taking your blood... I would've done so already." He replied, catching his breath, more satisfied that it was getting easier now, his blood was slowly starting to wake up. Vincent snorted, "The kind of hunter who actually wants to catch their prey... right now all I'm getting is that you ain't determined to take me in, and just want to play some dumb game of cat and mouse." He said, starting to pull himself up when Sky offered a hand, which Vince took after a few seconds. "And I can't promise I won't kill anyone who tries. Nor can I trust you, princess." He replied, before sighing, wobbling a little on his feet as his legs were forced to wake up. "Shut eye that I can trust is shut eye alone, somewhere I've found myself, that I've marked. I don't do sleeping when people are around, I never know if I'll wake up behind fucking bars again. And, before you promise to not let that happen, let me remind you that I don't trust a single word out of your mouth." Vincent explained, almost spitting the last words. "Sure, you're entertaining to try and talk to, but you've give me no proof that I can trust you, the only thing I do know about you is how stupid and naive you are... to walk out of camp internally bleeding, you idiot." Vince added, shaking his head. "Call it cruel of me, I don't care, you try sitting behind bars for twenty six years with the closest thing to a friend being the steel mask around your face."
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Post by Sky on Oct 3, 2016 21:36:51 GMT
Right now it was just a dumb game, but even the cat had to watch the mouse to see how it moved before pouncing. But Sky said nothing on the matter, let him believe what he wanted. Though she did step back and give him a look of anger, naïve? Stupid? It may seem that way, but Sky knew more about the way the world worked then most, seen more then others dare believe and carried it without a second thought. If it was anyone who was naïve, it was him. "I may not know what its like to be trapped behind bars for twenty six years, but I know what its like behind them, the wonder if you'll ever get out, watching each day go past, and while I may have gotten it better then you, it still was times I have nightmares about and wont forget. I physically cant, I cant even try to put the thoughts behind me and forget them like others do... Your probably right not to trust me, I could read into your entire past in a single look if I so wanted and bare the same truth. But I don't, because you don't seem like the type of guy who wants someone flittering around their head without permission." Sky gave a hard stare and huff of breath before looking in the direction of camp and calming herself down. "Look, it was an offer, and besides I never said you had to trust me, I simply said I'll sneak you into camp for some sleep you could trust... No matter what territory you mark, you may have ended up behind bars, I simply offered to take away that for a night. But fine, be cruel. See if I care." Crossing her arms, Sky shook her head. "You want the game to end, done. This war is over, and I'm damn well coming after you with all I have the next time." |
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Oct 8, 2016 20:31:06 GMT
Vincent saw the anger flash across Sky's face, and discovered how much he loved seeing it. Yes, a moment of her irritatingly calm attitude breaking, if only for a moment. It made Vince's smile increase, raising a daring brow to the woman. Oh how arrogant this woman was, and how she didn't even realise it herself. Vincent found it so amusing, and he couldn't withhold a chuckle when Sky tried desperately to compare to what Vincent went through. She had to be better, had to have something to answer back with, even when in comparison, she didn't have shit to counter Vincent with. "You're right, I don't." Vincent answered, folding his arms over his chest. "And I doubt you would, you'll gain nothing from it, because it isn't yours. Copy the pain I've dealt with, fix it into your mind, it still won't be your memories." He explained, wiping some sweat from his brow whilst looking bemused at Sky's frustration. "I don't give a shit if you care or not." He replied with a shrug, looking in the direction of the camp. No, he wasn't going to return there to rest. As much as he'd probably be left to himself, after saving half the idiots down there, Vincent still wouldn't trust it enough to sleep. He turned to look away, glancing to Sky, and smirking. "I look forward to it." He said simply, beginning to slowly walk away.
"A twisted game of thoughts and words -
a spoil of broken dreams,
The certain uncertainty sure to come
of impulses bursting all seams.
Watching intently with growing lust -
taunting intentionally with fire,
a seductive play of raging will -
stroking the beast of desire.
Caged she is - but scopes the same -
though hunter she may be all wrong,
and the prey that she secretly hunts
is hunting her all along."
He mutters to himself as he leaves, only the first verse possibly audible to Sky.
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