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| Topic Started: Nov 17 2009, 10:03 PM (120 Views) | |
| Renée Clayton | Nov 17 2009, 10:03 PM Post #1 |
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"If you're gonna finish it then finish it now!" Laughter, she was laughing. She shouldn't be laughing. How could she not? Gleeful in the face of death so imminent. Her only thoughts were of 'its about damned time'. Oh, how she had awaited this moment. The end at last, she had been awaiting it so eagerly. But it was an end that took her by surprise in its haste to arrive on this particular occasion. She hadn't even been picking a fight when the man had come along. Ah well, perhaps after all this time she was finally starting to lose her touch. She blinked, staring up at her mighty conqueror. Alas, he was just ... standing there, admiring the sword she once offered as a prize. "Well?" Now she was growing annoyed, not even her wounds seeping in salt water could blind her to the fact that the man spent far too much time gloating. Despite being on her back in several inches of water, bleeding out from numerous cuts and slashes gained in battle ... she was beginning to find a new resolve. "Hey. You. If I'm still alive. You don't win." With that, a heel lashed out, catching the man by the back of the knee. He fell with a grunt, before swinging the earth imbued blade back towards the woman. Renée however had already regained her energy, adrenaline flowing renewed. She rolled amongst the waves, evading her own blade. Later she would laugh at the thought, for she picked up the broadsword discarded by the man and sliced him open with it. Before he even hit the sands, Renée would regain her feet. Rising painfully, she snatched her sword from the falling man's loosed grip. "Ugh. Damn it. Not again." With a sigh to indicate her frustration, she started off down the beach. Barely capable of belting the sword to her hip, she forced it to work out and stumbled down the shore. At last dodging the rocky bits of the coast, she trudge up the sands. Blood dripped from her palms, leaving a trail as she went. Perhaps the end was soon to come after all. |
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| Jin | Nov 18 2009, 09:06 AM Post #2 |
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Jin sighed leaning against a post he didn't have a clue where he was lost once more in a strange foreign land, after his meeting with his half sister back in Avalon his life had kind of lost meaning. After leaving jail and finding his father had died in the company of a girl he had made it his life's obsession to find her and find out what had happened to his father. Though upon finding her he had found out she was in fact his half sister from a relationship after his own mother who had been with his father whilst he had been inside. After he had learnt all of what had happened he had sort of lost the drive in his life, having been with his father all of his youth and then in jail and since then following after this girl he had nothing else. Nothing at all to give him meaning so he just wandered lost, without purpose he move from one place to the next not staying anywhere for too long before moving onto the next. He didn't like staying in one place for too long, getting tied down to one place for more than a couple of days just wasn't his thing anymore and so he moved onto the next place and so he found himself here, wherever here was. The sound of a fight could be heard close by sword upon sword as a metallic clang filled the air a slight smile came to the young sword man's face perhaps this could lead to something interesting. He halfheartedly lifted himself from the post he was leant against and made his way along the top of the small beachside cliff he was upon, walking down a small path that led down towards the beach he made his wards to the location of the fight. Suddenly silence it seemed as though he was too late to watch the fight a last minute sound of metal stabbing through flesh signalled the end to the fight as he round the corner of the cliff face. A girl...no sorry a women walked towards his location she was bleeding from numerous locations evidently the fight had been harsh to both parties. as he looked past her to the body lying in the sands his guts spilt onto the beach, he nodded his appreciation of such a clean kill. He had trained for many years with his father in the way of the sword and how to fight, and a clean slice across the stomach was guaranteed to fell most opponents. "nice fight, need a hand?" he asked her as she got closer towards him she was bleeding quite badly from numerous wounds and if not checked she could potential die from them. |
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| Renée Clayton | Nov 18 2009, 02:35 PM Post #3 |
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Funny how, in times like these, even the simplest of instances slipped one's mind. Instead of dragging the sword at her side, it had since fallen from the belt, she could have simply willed it away. Nothing but a handful of sand in pocket, is what it woudl be. Alas, she forgot, her thoughts growing muddled now that the adrenaline had worn off. Flight or fight responses had ebbed away, leaving not more than a dull ache. The pain stung lashed cross her, but ... what could one do? Other than keep moving on? In this nameless landscape, of a forgotten shore, she had no hopes of grand rescue. There was only one thought, simple in its process. Keep moving. After all, if she was dying ... she was dying. The concept was nothing new. Her heels began to drag in the rough sand. No lover's get away was this beach. Dirty and coarse was the sand, made treacherous by randomly tossed jagged stones from some storm long since passed. Her boots however remained strong against the knife edged rocks, so that only the thick sand impeded progress. A hand held the weapon loose by the hilt, dragging a zigzagging line behind her. It left an odd path, to be sure, a crooked line etched in sand, surrounded by blood. Her breath began to shallow, and trudging through the sand was difficult. Still she press onward however, never halting till a dull voice reached her ears. Lifting her gaze from the sands below, she gave the suddenly appearing man a glance. "Not nice enough." With a bit of a wheeze, she straightened up a bit. Well aware of the blood pouring to the sand, she didn't give it a second thought. A much more important thought came to mind. "Wouldn't happen to have a drink, would cha?" |
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| Jin | Nov 19 2009, 06:37 AM Post #4 |
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"Not nice enough." she replied her breathing heavy and coming in drip and drabs, he who had little to no knowledge of physiology could tell she was in quite a bad state and wound probably need her wounds tending to quite soon if she was to survive the fight. He nodded an appreciation for her comment true enough a 'nice' fight would most likely involve your opponent felled with little or no damage unto ones self....but this very rarely happened in a true fight Jin knew this fact quite well. After parting ways with his half sister he had gotten into a fight with a large Orc who had taken the usually quite reserved and quite man for an easy target. The Orc had attempted to rob him of what little money he had and take the one thing he prized above all else, the rippling sword he carried strapped in is sheath running down his right leg. The Orc had almost killed him before he got a lucky shot that had felled the beast, the wounds had left him bedridden for quite a number of month afterwards. Jin unconsciously found his hand running slightly down the length of his blade, its surface felt wet to the touch though his hands where still dry and intriguing sensation. Jin had found the blade many years ago in a strange cave he had found himself drawn towards it, travelling day and night he couldn't resist it power and upon wielding it he found he could tap into the power of water and ice, much the opposite to his pyrokitnetic sister which he found particularly amusing. "Wouldn't happen to have a drink, would cha?" she asked of him, he smirked slightly bleeding from head to toe and she asked for a drink, and interesting women indeed. "That depends on what you mean by a drink, i have water certainly....and something a little stronger if you desire it," he said tapping a small hip flask attached to his side. The flask contained straight Gin a personal favorate of his, he always made sure the little flask was full, the flask having a small inscription on it Some Gin for Jin, from Dad it had been bought for him when he came of age by his father. |
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| Renée Clayton | Nov 19 2009, 12:51 PM Post #5 |
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Her replies were given in an entirely different context however. If it hadn't been that he man wound up being far less than worthy to end her, Renée would have gladly welcomed death by sword. instead he had bested her in battle due to one little slip up and then instead of finishing it like a warrior should he just grinned and gloated over his shiny new sword. It was unforgivable. And sad too, he would have been able to keep his life if he hadn't been such a bonafide idiot. Ah well, such seemed her life. Now barely able to stand and dripping blood she simply watched the lad. Well, he was probably closer to her age than she assumed, but that never really mattered. The |
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| Jin | Nov 24 2009, 10:57 AM Post #6 |
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The girl before him kind of reminded him a little bit of his sister Arcaine, despite her state and closeness to death, behind it all her eyes shone with stubbornness and determination. He half wished he had gotten to know his half sister better in the short time they had been together, but he could not bring himself to forgive her.....no forgive himself for not being at his father's side when he died as she had been. It had caused tension between them and then Arcaine had felt a calling that took her away from him, he knew she had gone on to better things and yet he was left alone again...left to wander without meaning or purpose. "I've a penchant for whiskey. But anything else you got to match it will do me just fine," her reply came, he smirked slightly at the words even half dead and the women was picky. "Im afraid ive only got some gin but it'll do the trick i assure you," he said tossing the hipflask in her direction, Jin was somewhat of a connoisseur of the liqueur and consequently only bought the strongest and best tasting stuff. He nodded to a small set of rocks to her side "Why don't you take a seat before you fall flat on your face, im sure i can help with some of your injuries i did paid attention some of the times i got trussed up in hospitals myself," he said. "Im Jin by the way," he introduced himself to her he motioned past her, "and that critter is Runa," he said as a rather large Raven landed behind them and approached the man. Jin had accidently rescued the animal a good 4 years ago now from a necromancer who had tried to kill Jin to use his body for something or other. Jin had killed the man releasing the bird from his thrall and it had followed him since she was a smart bird too she understood what he said to her, and he could swear sometimes she replied. |
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| Renée Clayton | Nov 25 2009, 08:13 PM Post #7 |
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Before he had finished speaking, exhaustion forced her to recline. She collapsed in a heap upon a formation of rocks. They made as good a chair as any. In any other circumstance she woudl have deftly caught that flask the boy tossed over. But in her bleary bloody state it fell at her feet. Renée scooped it from the sand quickly enough however. Flicking off the stopper, she made short work of its contents. Just a little flask though, ah, it was nothing right now. "Thanks for the sip." She laughed, feebly tossing the container towards him. A hand waved as she motioned to poke at the crow. Raven. Whatever. Either way, they were all carrion birds. She did not wish to become lunch for feathery fiends just yet. Renée was not the type to enjoy accepting help from other people, at least not of the more serious nature. But she couldn't die like this, stabbed in the back by some coward. No. True battle, she could accept. Being killed by the fool she'd already slain just moments ago. She could not. "Renée." |
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| Jin | Dec 27 2009, 03:56 AM Post #8 |
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The girl finally took seat upon a set of rocks that broke the surface of the sand, he was quite surprised she had not dropped sooner with her wounds the girl must have some amazing perseverance. His drinks flask landed at her feet evidently she was not doing to good, she scooped it from the ground though and with a quick glug opened the top and emptied the tub. He chuckled slightly as she said "Thanks for the sip," catching it from the air and re-attaching it to his hip once more. "Come on Runa!" he said in a slightly raised voice as the bird began to peck at the man behind them, "what've i told you about eating dead people, its not right at all!" he said as the bird took to the air once more circling above them both. "Heh sorry about that, im having trouble breaking habits gained from her previous owner," he said with a meek smile his hand behind his head playing with his hair slightly. "Renée," spoke the girl finally telling him her name it suited her Jin had heard of another by that name a long time ago, the person was a golem long known for their endurance just like this girl it seemed. He moved other to her position and assessed her wounds a little better know that he was closer she had various cuts a scrapes over her few of them more than minor, though a large cut in her back could become fatal if left unattended. "Right most of your wounds are fine, they could just do with a wash id do it in the sea whilst your here, it'll sting like a bitch but it'll clean the wounds," he said. "Though the puncture wound on your back will need suturing and bandaging otherwise you'll either die of blood loss or it'll get infected and you die of that," he said rather matter of factly. |
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| Renée Clayton | Jan 2 2010, 05:46 PM Post #9 |
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It was beginning to hit her, the blood loss and general exhaustion. Once the adrenaline wore off, she was ready to crash. But seeing as how she would rather remain ... not dead, she held on. After this mess though, she resolved to get good and drunk and pass out in a bed at the inn somewhere. Yes that sounded like the perfect plan. First things first however. "Eh. I've had worse." She laughed slightly, in some macabre humor. "Jus tell the bird to keep away from me. I ain't a goner yet." With a cough, she slowly peeled off her coat, dropping it in a salt soaked heap in the sand. Giving little regard to personal decency, the bloodied shirt would be stripped off with a muted curse as cloth brushed against the wound at her back. It took fell to the sand in a bloody pile. "Let's get on with it, eh?" |
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