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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 2, 2021 2:39:56 GMT -5
Puma would catch the warning and a very low growl would emit from her throat. Zella's chest tightened at the sound, her eyes going wide as she turned to look at the woman. There was an aura there that she had not noticed before and it seemed to freeze her where she stood. The bullets would come flying towards them and Puma would reach out to nearly scruff Zella by the back of the neck, pulling the girl behind her and pushing her down. She'd step in front of the oncoming bullets, holding up her arm to block them, only to have them stop inches from her. Then the smell would hit both of them. Blood. Sunny's blood.
Illyana didn't know what to do. She had some healing abilities but they were minor at best. She had at least noticed the deflected bullets as well as the splatter of blood that seemed to burn what it touched. She was good, but she wasn't this good. Sometimes holding the ground wasn't the best idea. A tactical retreat might be in order.
She'd almost call out to Sunfire when Puma's voice cut through the air sharply.
"Yana! Git ya ass back here an' away from 'em."
Long ears would flatten against her head, glancing at Sunfire with but a nod. She'd teleport once to grab the sheath for Aimsitheoir Stoirme and a second time to make it back to the house. Zella, with Puma's hand upon the back of her neck seemed unable to move, as if the dominant act simply froze her in place. But she was aware, and her gaze darted around wildly. Puma's gaze was completely focused on Sunfire and on the ridge above.
"Keep Zella in th' house. No time for her ta' lose control now."
She'd release Zella's neck and the girl would instantly spring away, back further inside the house. She had felt violated and didn't quite understand how or why. Illyana nodded, not really sure what would trigger Zella but after watching Sunfire go berserk she could only assume.
With that Puma would spring from the door. Sunfire was already on the cliff at this point and none of the men on the ridge was paying attention to the house. Her form would dissipate as she ran, only to reappear upon the ridge, but it wasn't the lithe figure of a blonde woman that would block the path of those that were trying to flee. It was the giant form of the demonic black cat that would step into view. It's growl froze them in place and it's acrid breath sending shivers down their spines. This was the beast they had heard about, only it didn't stalk them in the night time jungles, it was here guarding this house in the daylight. It towered over the men, giant clawed paws easily twice their size. It stared at them with eyes that looked like they traced with blue flame.
The beast raked its claws through them quickly, shredding muscle and flesh and bone as if a hot knife through butter. Others would notice the screams coming from behind them, and they'd whirl around to notice the beast. Screaming a warning they'd open fire. Some bullets bounced off of the armor plating that hid beneath the black fur along the shoulder and spine, the rest that struck flesh seemed to do little damage and certainly did not stop the forward momentum of the great cat. Giant jaws would snap around a man with a machete who ran at Sunfire's back. The body falling as soon as the beast opened it's mouth, a leg snapped off an a hole the size of a telephone pole pushed through his chest from where one of the teeth pushed through him. Sunfire had already decimated half of the army. Claw and fang ripped through the rest.
Once she was certain none others had escaped the best would whirl upon the enraged elf. There would be no claws as one of those large pads pushed him to the ground. Instead she would just lay her massive form atop him, making sure not to cut off his air supply, and would utter a rumbling purr. She would remain in this form. This wasn't the time he and Morsus triggered each other. This was blind rage, and should he attack the giant cat stood a much better chance of soaking the damage in its natural form.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 2, 2021 9:05:20 GMT -5
Whirling towards Puma at the sight of the great Cat, he snarled. Moving towards her, he was struck by the rapport of the snipers. Two had fired at him, and two had fired at Puma. One bullet tore through is quadricep, the other through his left shoulder. Dropping to one knee, arm hanging loose, he looked to where he'd heard the sound. Leaping off at a crazy angle due to lack of calculation and only one leg, he landed in a copse of trees with a clumsy roll. Grabbing a tree with one hand, he ripped it slowly from its roots. Grabbing a nearby rock, he hurled it as well. The tree hit one sniper like a spear, blasting him from his perch. The rock hit the other, taking his head cleanly off. Turning his foot on the ball back and forth, his leg seemed to have regenerated enough to bear weight and be usable, so he crouched and leapt again, swinging his good arm to liquify one of the remaining to snipers with a punch to the torso. Blood and organs sprayed out the man's back at the force of the it, and slipped from Sunny's fist like a warm sardine oozing down the curve of a globe. Running to the last one, the woman fired a panicked shot that grazed his cheek. Grabbing her by the face, he whirled around at the sound of screaming and death. The cat. Turning towards her with a roar, he ran directly at her - sniper in tow bouncing around like a rag doll behind him. By the time he'd reached Puma the corpse was dessicated and frail. Lifting it up to throw at the cat, it fell apart in dust and fragments, only to further enrage him that it was gone for reasons he simply couldn't comprehend in this state. Balling his fists, he hadn't noticed his other arm was working again, and he simply roared at the large cat in challenge, undeterred by her considerable size.
And with a murderous, raging step forward, he was suddenly pinned like a small mouse, looking up at the giant, nonplussed feline, thrashing beneath her weight. Threatening to bench press her off his chest, his resolve wavered a bit at the purr and the warmth of her body. There was something about her smell, her touch that was familiar to him. Slowly the adrenaline would start to leave his body, the muscles contracting and shrinking. His eyes would fade to silver green, and he would look bone weary to the core. Looking up at the hulking hellcat, he would then glance around as best he could turn his head, looking at the carnage. Blinking, he used what little energy he had to reach out and sense that Yana and Zella's energy was alive and present in the house. A slight tinge of relief crossed his features before being absorbed in his usual mask of stoicism. Very dryly he spoke up at his wife.
"Well...there's that then. You haven't happened to see my readers anywhere, have you? I shall be most cross if I have to look for another pair."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 2, 2021 15:42:47 GMT -5
The giant cat just continued to lay atop him until he stopped fighting. Had he managed to move her, she would've just pinned and sat on him again. The cat wouldn't actually give any notice that he had been struggling beneath her until he spoke, fussing about his glasses.
The cat would huff with a light growl, moving only a bit so she could lean her nose near his face. Underneath that smell of carnage and blood was him. Fit, whole, and likely none the worse for wear. The tip of her serrated tongue would brush against the whole side of his face and then she would stand from atop him.
The smell of blood and adrenaline was simply too strong in the air yet to shift back and the giant beast would walk away to sniff through the corpses. There would be a slight hitch in her step, and she'd reach one of her back legs around to scratch at her right front shoulder. After a moment, a round of ammunition would eject it's self from her skin. She'd shake her paw and droplets of blood would flick onto the nearest body with a sizzle. Not from the heat, but from the acidity of it. That done, she'd flop back on the ground next to at least two bodies that had not been desiccated by Sunny's rage and with teeth and tongue begin to tear away at their flesh.
From the house, Zella and Illyana would peer up to the ridge. Both of them wide eyed and almost slack jawed. They weren't able to see perfectly with the commotion, dust, and distance. But they had seen Sunfire loose his head and go crazy and they had noticed the giant black cat. Zella would note it was the same dark beast that had filled her head recently, though never able to get a clear look at it in her dreams. There it stood upon that ridge as real as her own hand upon her knee.
Illyana would lean in, her voice distant and in a bit of surprise.
"So. Zella. Do ye want tae go home now?"
Zella would just turn to look at Illyana slowly. Part of Zella's mind was telling her to get back to Faerun as quickly as she can. But the loudest part telling her no. She couldn't even find her voice, just shake her head no and turn back to look out to that ridge away from the house.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 2, 2021 22:34:09 GMT -5
Standing slowly, testing his weight on his leg and rotating his shoulder, he sighed. He was exhausted - the Curse always took its toll. It wasn't just energy he could replace or convert. He was Soul-weary. Raising a hand towards Illyana and Zella, he offered a weak wave to indicate he was fine and that they were safe. Hobbling over towards the big cat, he gently patted her haunch in affection as the ate. Drawing in the sunlight and reaching down, he converted the strands of cloth from one of the soldier's uniforms into threads to repair his own clothing. Looking a patchwork doll of sorts, he took a few deep breaths to cause the clothing to shimmer and convert into a silver yukata that matched his hair. He felt the freedom of it with a sigh, then began to walk weakly back towards the house. It would take a few days to fully recover his strength, but he figured no one would be foolish enough to attack before then.
Leaning down to pick up the sword he was using from where it had fallen, he carried it back with him. Walking between Zella and Yana, he gently ruffled Zella's hair and lightly bumped Illyana's shoulder, offering her a gentle compliment.
"You're fast on your feet, Illyana. Your father taught you well."
He would move to the porch and collapse into his favorite chair, looking out over the ocean. Puma would be along when she was ready and not a moment before. For now, he was comfortable. Calling weakly out towards the pair, he half laughed.
"Welcome to Tuesday at the Shadowstar residence...."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 3, 2021 17:24:44 GMT -5
Zella watched as Sunfire walked back to the home. She chewed at her nails, deep in thought and perplexed on so many levels. It annoyed the girl to no end that she was unable to assist. In her village she was nearly a master sword dancer. She had assisted Viconia countless times in the killing of creatures that would do harm and participated in the High Hunt every season. She was used to a certain level of proficiency, and yet... here was an enemy in great multitudes with weapons she had never seen. Her parents did not lie when they had told her they killed. With sword, magic, and just brute strength they killed the horde. Mostly just the two of them with some assistance from their guest. She felt like a neonate starting at the beginning of her studies and it did not sit well. Yet even still, would she have been a burden had she decided to stop on that field. Still the scent of blood filled her nose, that coupled with the aura of the beast on the hill made for her concentration cloudy and her ability to focus near impossible.
Sunfire would walk into the house then, and her gaze would snap to him. She'd cease biting her nails and clasp her hands in front of her. A small smile would cross her lips and she would look down with a dip of her head. It was habitual in how she regarded Viconia and the other Priestesses. And he would ruffle her hair. She would chuckle, moving hands to smooth the white locks back into place. She still did not know how to just... be around them. It was very open, very inviting to engage, yet even was simply... not what she was used to.
Illyana would catch his motion and lean into the shoulder bump with a wide grin. Her expression so youthful. SO wide-eyed. Like she had just watched a master perform their art.
"Aye? I've had my share of battles. Though none with such strange weapons. And nae against a number so large without a troop of riders at my back." She'd grin. She knew when to step back and let the more experienced handle certain situations. But the potential to learn was there and that got the Fae excited. "Clearly though I've more tae pick up on."
Zella would just smile despite herself, looking at Illyana as she nearly giggled with perhaps, devious glee. I was so hard to tell the age in elves, but this one had to be young. She'd sigh and follow Sunfire out onto the porch, standing just within the door and offering quietly.
"That was impressive. I am glad you made it out safely. If I may though, I did not think the Berserker curse made it out of Rashemen. I have also not seen it in non-humans."
Illyana would move away, letting them speak. She'd place her sword back into the umbrella bucket, certainly not wanting the big cat to come down and rip her apart for carrying the weapon in her house and go about the kitchen looking for snacks. Something would happen. A sharp pain would stab into the Fae's temple. She'd grit and suck in air quickly through her teeth, her hand immediately going up to her head. She'd blink, trying to focus her eyes but everything was so bright. She gripped the counter, but still cried out as another wave of pain hit her full force. She'd drop the can of chips she had in her hand upon the tiled floor and fall herself in a crumple with tears sliding down her face. Then, the Fae would pass out.
Zella would look over sharply as the canister fell and the elf cried out. With an unnatural grace and quickness she'd dart to her side.
"Illyana?! Can you hear me?"
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Post by darkheart on Feb 5, 2021 9:57:34 GMT -5
Sunny would grin at Illyana's exuberence. It was a bittersweet twist of irony. How long ago had it been that he was the wide eyed child watching his favorite aunt decimate in battle while he was still fire surfing around the Castle. How excited had he been to watch Shayanna and Illyana don their rings and unsheath their blades? He even remembered the first time he saw his own father in action with them, wondering if he would ever reach such proficiency. Not unlike Illyana had done for him, black blood on her gloved hand, he reached out and brushed her cheek kindly with his thumb and a soft smile of approval and encouragement. He offered her the same words she'd offered him then.
"We all have much to learn, Illyana. I have no doubt, however, that you may surpass even me."
Leaning back to rest, he looked to Zella almost forlornly. She looked so much like his favorite child, but she was not Mia. Where he would have expected her to rest near him, Zella maintained a safe, comfortable distance from him. He did not hold it against her - it was to be expected. And yet, perhaps through his connection to Mia, found himself wanting to dote on her in principle. Listening to her question he smiled warmly. Closing his eyes as he spoke, it was as if he were reflecting in his weariness.
"You know of Rasheman. Well done. If you know of their culture you also know that the ancient form of Mystra was Mystryl - known in some translations as Mistral. She is the Goddess of the Weave. I can spin for you the whole story and history if you care to listen. But the short version is that Mistryl once had a very strong conflict with an archmage by the name of Karsus, which ultimately killed them both. It was later she was reborn as Mystra. The conflict revolved around a spell. Some believed Mystra destroyed it...others believed she scattered it across the Realms. Again, I can tell you the whole story another time, but let's just say Mystra does not look favorably on those who seek the components of this spell, and her curse is a potent one indeed. It is similar to the bezerkers you have known, but it's power and cost are amplified, as is everything with Mystra."
He felt a movement in energy a moment before Illyana began screaming. It was like a ripple in the weave and smelled of death and pain. He scowled, but was immediately redirected towards Illyana as she fell. His mind raced. The weave had been searching out this Illyana in Oghma. It was slow and subtle. Could it be that something had happened to give her a large burst? There were no indicators her original health had been out of cycle, nor had an influence from Terra been enacted over her. This had to be something more intangible. Using his sword as a walking cane, he stepped to his feet. He didn't bother calling out to Puma - her senses were sharper than even his when it came to sights, sounds and smells. She would already know something was amiss in the house. Whether she cared was her choice. Walking over, he knelt slowly to Illyana, kneeling. He would roll her on her side and rest her head on his lap, leaning against the cupboards. He'd scan her energy to see what he could detect, reaching down and picking up a chip calmly, crunching it non-chalantly.
"Welcome to Friday at the Shadowstar residence. Always a party, never a dull moment. *Crunch*"
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 5, 2021 17:31:57 GMT -5
Zella helped to transition Illyana into a more comfortable position. She'd note the flutter of lashes and the rapid movement of eyes behind her lids as if she were deep in REM sleep. She'd sigh and just shake her head.
"On Tuesdays we fight armies and on Fridays we.... have seizures? I would hate to see what happens on Mondays."
She half chuckled at that thought, just shaking her head and reaching out to move bits of blonde hair out of her face. The realization of how she had phrased that last statement struck her. She supposed the idea of being a part of this interesting family was beginning to grow on her. But she certainly wouldn't call herself settled just yet.
"Let me get a damp cloth for her head. Perhaps it will help. If you'll point me where I need to go?"
Puma had heard the cry from where she sat upon the ridge. The cat growled and dropped her meal upon the ground, rising up to her feet. She didn't necessarily care what happened to Illyana, but if something were to happen to her Mate's pet fae it would upset him. The cat would break into a full run, shifting back right before she'd approach the door. It was a sight that some of the guards had never seen before and the ones that had, never in the light of day. The now naked and blood covered blonde woman shooting the one that crossed her eye sight a glare. She'd snarl, wondering where those fuckers were when they were being attacked.
Puma would step in through the front door, passing Zella as she made her way to a linen closet. She of course had known as soon as the cat stepped on the driveway but was not expecting her to be naked. She'd clear her throat and keep going. She supposed it made sense considering. Puma would just shrug. It wasn't anything she could help given the circumstances. Luckily the downstairs floors were tiled and not carpet.
She'd move to kneel beside Sunfire, crouching on the balls of her feet as she observed the Fae on her floor. It wasn't just her eyes that were moving beneath her lids, Puma would notice tiny little muscle spasms, twitches, and tics that flickered through her unconscious form. Everyone else seemed no worse for wear.
For Sunfire her energy would be chaotic. Her mind appeared to not only be dreaming but having multiple dreams all at the same time. The weave within her shifting and twisting to facilitate this activity. It too had grown, though not exponentially.
Puma looked up from the unconscious Fae to Sunny. She seemed weary but still twisted a grin to her lips in amusement.
"Dear. What did ya do to ya pet?"
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Post by darkheart on Feb 7, 2021 19:45:38 GMT -5
He would watch appreciatively as his wife strolled by. There was nothing he cared for more in all the worlds than her, and to see her au natural never ceased to garner his appreciation. Turning to Zella quietly, he tapped his chin playfully, pretending to think.
"Mondays? I believe that's steak night...though your mother prefers her rare and freshly removed. I, myself, prefer them tenderized and medium rare. You have to have a proper sear on them, after all."
He winked quietly, caressing Illyana's cheek in a quieting way. He wondered what had brought this episode on. He contemplated cutting the weave strands, but his expierence told him it might do more harm than good. She seemed in no threat of dying, so better to let things run their course. Looking to his freshly adored beloved as she re-entered, he shrugged quietly to her.
"My apologies, love. I think I broke-ded my toy."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 7, 2021 22:06:20 GMT -5
"Ah see that Darlin'. Pa'haps ya should take it back for a refund?"
The amused grin still remained on her face as she looked down to the unconscious Fae. She didn't hate the Fae, she just always found her annoying. She supposed it bothered her to see one so old laid low.
Zella returned with a rag soaked in cool water. She'd observe the scene quietly. Illyana still did not stir and both of her parents seemed weary. She'd clear her throat and stepped up, placing the damp cloth upon the Fae's forehead.
"I will look after her. Show me to a room where I can lay her to rest. You two should clean up and also rest. When she wakes, I will fetch you."
Zella leaned down, slipping an arm behind Illyana's shoulders and knees. She lifted the Fae as if she weighed nothing, and waited for instruction. Taking care of sick and injured was simply part of what those who follow Eilistraee would do, so it was simply not a question.
Puma just shook her head, pointing towards the stairs.
"Up th' stairs. First door to th' left."
Zella would nod, almost in a slight bow before turning and making her way up the stairs. Puma would watch after her before shaking her head and looking back to Sunny.
"She can't be on a' ours. She's too nice."
Puma reached over, trailing her fingers through his long silver hair, momentarily forgetting the blood she still had on her hands.
"Sorry Shuga'. C'mon. Lets get some rest. You'll figure out how ta' un break-did ya toy afterwards."
Puma stood then, holding out her hand to help Sunny to his feet.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 7, 2021 23:05:20 GMT -5
Normally he would be too proud to accept help. However, it was Puma and he would never be so arrogant as to accept her hand. Never was there a being in all the multiple universes that he felt such an undying connection to. Taking her hand in his, he lifted himself and draped his arm around her shoulders. He didn't need her to walk, however he could not deny himself the need to hold her close. Walking with him to their bedroom, he lay down quietly. He'd take the nape of her neck into his hand and draw her gently into a soft kiss, then allow himself to close his eyes whilst laying upon the bed to meditate. He would regenerate his strength while waiting for Zella to call out a change in their guest. It was an atypical occurrance, to say the least, and yet patience and jurisprudence would prove the wisest course of action here. And so he waited, under the auspices of his wife, for any sight of improvement in their guest's condition.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 8, 2021 12:43:15 GMT -5
Opening his eyes after a time, he stood quietly. Moving down the hall, he took his cell phone with him. Leaning in the doorway, he'd get a good angle and snap a photo of Zella. Winking to her, he walked slowly back to his room and lay down again. He'd forward the picture to Nathan, whom he figured would have the least need to be in stealth somewhere and be betrayed by a stray message.
New news. You have another sister named Zella. She's here with Mom and I in Africa for the moment, if you'd like to meet her.
Once again he'd close his eyes and meditate.
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 9, 2021 21:41:47 GMT -5
Puma walked with her husband up the stairs, wrapping her arm around his waist as they walked. The cat had hunted, eaten, and now she just wanted to sleep. But before that could happen she would shower as not to ruin her bedsheets. Still, she'd set upon the edge of the bed with him a moment. Fingers traced up the side of her neck, taking hold gently to pull her close for a gentle kiss. A smile, and then she'd leave him to rest while she showered. When next he opened his eyes, she would be napping in the bed beside him, curled up with her knees almost to her chest on her side.
Zella leaned against the wall of the room she had brought Illyana to rest. She had laid her down, placing the damp cloth upon her forehead. She stopped to check her pulse, even though she could hear the Fae's pulse without the need to feel it. Now she just waited. From what she could tell there was nothing physically wrong. At least the muscle spasms stopped. Now it just seemed she was sleeping.
Zella looked over towards the door of the room, hearing the sound of someone approaching. Sunfire poked in his head. She'd look at him oddly as he held up some square device in front of his face. Whatever he had done, he seemed pleased with himself. He'd wink and walk away. He should also be resting.
An hour would pass. With a small groan Illyana would open her eyes. Her hand reached up to press against her forehead, finding the damp cloth. Slowly she'd sit up and Zella would move over to sit on the bed aside her.
"Zella?" She'd ask, squinting her eyes and looking over at the girl.
Zella would nod, reaching up to test for a fever. "I will fetch Nihilano. But first, how do you feel? Do you know what happened?"
Illyana would just shake her head. "Nae. My head just hurts."
Zella nodded. "Stay here then. I'll return in a moment."
Illyana would nod, just sitting up in the bed as she folded and refolded the damp cloth in her hands. Whatever dampness was left evaporating before Zella or Sunny could return.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 11, 2021 8:09:42 GMT -5
His ear would twitch once and his eyes would open. He felt the energy stir down the hall and he slowly sat up. Brushing his fingers affectionately over Puma's hip while she lay quietly beside him, he took a deep breath then got out of bed. Walking silently down the hall, he waited just a step outside of the door so that Zella did not bump into him as she walked out of Illyana's room. He would reach up and run his thumb along her cheek as he moved past her to walk to the bedside and sit slowly next to Illyana. Smiling down at her, his voice took on a playful tone.
"You spilled your snack in the kitchen, young lady...not very graceful of you."
His silver green eyes would scan back and forth over her, reading her energy and tissue integrity. Waving a hand over her head and shoulders, he drew the inflamation from her from the bruises that threatened to form from her collapse. Opening the vascular system slightly, he'd ease the headache through increased blood and oxygen flow slightly.
"Now then...how do you feel?"
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Feb 11, 2021 14:53:59 GMT -5
Zella moved quietly out of the room, stopping directly in front of Sunny as if she had known exactly where he was standing. She did not seem surprised in the least that she did not have to go and actually fetch him. A small smile touched her lips as his thumb grazed her cheek. Perhaps she was getting used to it.
Zella contemplated for a moment walking back in the room behind him, but felt she might be prying. Standing in the hall she'd take a deep breath, closing her eyes to take in as much information from her senses as she could. Many people have come and gone through this house. Some were recent and while they smelled like they belonged, they did not smell of... family. Guards perhaps? Others were older and faded but one in particular stood out from the others. Female. Young. Traveler. Not here at present but strong smell would indicate she sleeps here often. Maybe has things stored here. Her gaze turned down the hall, lingering upon the door to the room she suspected to belong to this Mia she was told about. Curiosity would cause her to take two steps in that direction. Manners made her stop. She'd shake her head and instead turned to make her way back down stairs. She could at least keep herself busy while being useful. Due to the events she was certain the prepared food had been left sitting out. Another scent to hit her nose in this African heat. She could at least clean up.
Illyana's gaze would glance in Sunfire's direction as he walked into the room. He moved his hand and slowly the dull ache in her temples would begin to fade as would any stiffness or sore muscles she might of had. It was strange how it didn't feel like he had done anything to her and yet she knew just from time spent that he had, just as strange was her memories of manipulating that flow of the weave. She looked down at her own hand, staring at it as she smoothly ran her thumb against her own fingertips and watching as she expected something to happen even though it would not.
"I am confused." There had been half a second, a full beat of silence between the moment Sunfire asked his question and Illyana responded.
"Ye and I left Arcadia and came here. Prior tae that, Oghma, and prior tae that, my Family's estate . But it donnae make sense as I can now, remember.... years. YEARS worth of memories I dinnae have when I set foot on ye beach. It just blends as if I knew it all along but..."
But it was more than just that. It was a feeling in her chest. A weird deja-vu that was messing with her mind. As if she had stepped foot in this house as the human equivalent of a teenager and only a few hours later woke up in the same house with hundreds of years of experiences, emotions, and growing into a very young adult Fae thrust into her brain. Same house, same Sunfire, same Zella, her own body still the same... but her mind was not.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 14, 2021 12:23:41 GMT -5
He would lean forward slowly, sliding his arm around her shoulders and help her to sit up against the headboard. Patting her on the shoulder gently, he would sigh.
"In truth, Illyana, I don't understand what is happening to you. My initial hypothesis is that of the nine avatars that we know to exist, either one of them has passed or - I worry deeply - that the original Dana Realta has passed. If you are all separate aspects of each other, the passing of one may redistribute her consciousness to the remaining eight. Similarly, if my Aunt has passed, perhaps what she withheld has also redistributed. This, however, is magic I do not understand and my science cannot explain. The good news is that physically you are fine. Whatever happened has not caused any lasting damage that I can sense. However, perhaps it's time to draw this vacation to an end..."
He would pull out his phone and type a text to Lilith an Charion:
"The 9th avatar and I are at my home in Africa. Come when you can, there is much to discuss."
He would turn the phone towards her, the send button ready.
"This is my recommendation, but as I promised, it it your choice. You are not a prisoner nor a slave. I will let you make your own choices."
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