Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 9, 2011 10:37:02 GMT -6
(Continuation of: Imprisoned From: Gerudo Desert) It was dark by the time they reached the little mountain village. As the horse and cart moved up the ramp, Azrael had thought he heard a howl and looked around to find nothing. As the cart reached the top of the hill, Azrael picked up Iona and Aetis and leapt off the cart onto the grass. "I'll bring her to the healer...put the horse in the nearby stables and let her rest." Azrael said, before breaking off into a light jog. Seiji did not tell Azrael what building Thea Herakleides or Xanthe Artemisimedes were in. He believed he had a feeling though, a building loomed over the Desert Monk as he came to it. It was out of place in this town and Azrael banged on the door and a large, bald man answered the door. "Yes?" he said in a gruff voice. "Does Thea Herakleides or Xanthe Artemisimedes live here? My friend...she is wounded badly...Seiji sent me here." Azrael said, his hood had long since fallen off and he never put it back up. His red Sheikah eyes looked at the man. It was a minute before the man answered "Mistress Thea is here...follow me." He turned and walked away. Azrael pushed the door open more with his foot and followed the large man, the house was bigger than what it showed from the outside. Azrael followed the man until they came to another door, the man opened it to reveal a staircase. "Watch your step.."He dully said as he lit a torch and walked down the steps. Azrael followed closely behind him, carefully walking down the stairs...it was rather hard with carrying an unconcious girl and having an arrow wound in his leg, but he managed and was at the bottom before he knew it. The lower levels seemed to twist on forever, Azrael wondered if these tunnels connected to the underground well that was infront of the windmill. His thoughts were cut short as they reached a door, the bald man opened it and said "Mistress! You have a visitor.." After he said this, he opened the door fully and extended his hand to show Azrael that he must enter without the bald man. The Desert Monk stepped into the room.
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Post by Iona on Aug 9, 2011 11:10:43 GMT -6
The woman looked up from her work, her thick braid falling over her shoulder. She paled when she saw Iona in the young man's arms, and was on her feet, her work forgotten. "Iona..."she whispered in shocked concern and promptly took the Gerudo out of the Desert Monk's arms with ease, and moved to a pallet, kicking off piles of paper and parchment as she did so and tenderly laid the unconscious girl on the bed, her visitors seemingly forgotten.
"Young monk, take the chair, I'll tend to you shortly," Thea said to Azrael without looking up, as she came to a sink and started to vigoriously wash her hands, rubbing the plain soap into her skin hard. Hurriedly, she dried her hands and turned Iona on her back, set to removing shredded bits of shirt and using a dagger to cut the rest of Iona's torn and ruined shirt. Once she did so, she stood back and sighed.
Then she laid her hands on the girl's bloody, wounded back, and shut her eyes, seeming to focus. She uttered a low hum, then a silvery, green tinted light came from her hands and onto Iona's back. It was rather eerie, to see blood rush back into the wounds and flesh repair itself quickly before their eyes, and skin knit itself anew, but in a few moments time, Iona's wounds disappeared, not even a scar remaining. Thea, sweat beading her brow, stumbled back, panting slightly, and with shaking hands turned her niece over onto her back, moving her limbs to make her comfortable and set the blanket gently over her.
Although it took a while, Thea removed all of Iona's various adornments as so she wouldn't hurt herself if she happened to lay on them. Her jewerly was a large glittering pile on the desk. Aetis, who had hitched a ride on Azrael on the desperate journey over here, took his position to guard the jewerly, coiling himself around all the gems and gold smugly. Thea sighed and nodded to the monk. "We aren't out of the woods yet. She lost a lot of blood. It is now up to her to see if she lives the next day through," the woman told him, then gestured to his leg.
"You are losing blood as well. It looks like it pains you. Let me heal it for you, if you would," Thea didn't wait for his response, coming over tiredly anyways. The door at the end of the room suddenly opened. A beautiful blond haired woman stepped in, looking surprised to see visitors. "...Hello. Thea, why are there people here?" she asked, then her eyes brightened at the sight of all of Iona's brilliant jewerly. Aetis opened an eye and bent his head menacingly. 'Calm down, snakey snake. I was just going to polish some of it,"Disgruntled, she took her eyes off the jewerly and came to stand behind Thea.
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Kadina
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Post by Kadina on Aug 10, 2011 1:15:18 GMT -6
Kadina had flirted with the uncommon idea to stay behind and watch their belongings, but as usual, her curiosity couldn't contain itself. She dismounted Merari and lead the horse near the house and under a piece of roof that jutted from the side and was propped up as a sort of outer shelter by a tall wooden post. Stepping on the tail of a small pup, she noted that it was more or less a doghouse and Merari was now invading. Kadina shrugged, stroked Merari's mane, then ran to catch up with the others after bowing and apologizing to the mutt.
The man who answered the door was about to shut Kadina out before she managed to squeeze in to his surprise. "Thank you," she nodded her appreciation then followed behind Azrael. The house turned out to be exactly what she was hoping to find. It was enormous and filled with fine antiques and expensive decor. Anything she could fit in her pockets was casually snatched and stuffed inside them as she passed by, never once drawing attention to the objects of her fascination. She knew better than to let her eyes linger on the items she intended to steal. She admired many things around her as she followed behind the others, but kept her theft to a minimum. After all, she had left her pouch with Merari.
It wasn't until they began descending a spiral staircase that Kadina began to question her location. The fancy home began to appear rather eerie in her eyes simply because she never did too well at low elevations. It was a sort of fear to her, like being buried alive. She sweated nervously and tried humming quietly for comfort. The more they journeyed through the winding hallways, the more she nervously bit at her lip and bounced on the balls of her feet with every step, almost child-like.
Kadina was no longer distraught, but highly distracted as they entered the room with Thea. The room was crowded with potions, medical books, and even more antiques and heirlooms. Her jaw dropped as she walked inside causing her hum to transition into an 'awe.' She shuffled around the room examining the shelves of books and potions. There was everything from the cure of leprosy to a treatment for mild diarrhea. Kadina crinkled her nose at that one and giggled.
She was studying the contents of one of the books when the room began to glow. The light caught her attention and she turned to see Thea perform her miracle. To hell with potions... This is phenomenal... Transfixed by the magic, Kadina gazed unblinkingly. When all was done and Iona was left to rest, Kadina approached Thea. "What d'ya say, doc... Can you patch me up?" She pointed to her arm at one of her own wounds. It was merely a scratch but Kadina was making it out to be the death of her. Partially because she wanted to witness Thea's magic once more, but also because she commonly blew some things out of proportion.
Her request was then interrupted by the emergence of another women. Kadina stepped aside so the two could talk and decided to leave her scratch alone figuring it was better for it to heal naturally. She rubbed it gently as she curiously listened to the conversation at hand.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 10, 2011 12:04:13 GMT -6
Azrael watched in amazement as Iona's wounds were healed in almost an instant. The Monk had never seen such miracles in his travels...he had seen a heart transplant surgery once...but to see something like this was amazing.
Thea had offered to heal the Desert Monk's wound, and before saying she should rest first, she had started walking toward him when a second woman walked in.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 12, 2011 9:51:56 GMT -6
(BUMP)
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Post by Iona on Aug 12, 2011 19:26:42 GMT -6
(I'll just continue on without Eldrin; he'll just have to catch up tonight or whenever. Sorry for the wait). Thea laid her hand on Azrael's shoulder, partially for support but mostly to be in contact with him and closed her eyes once more. She shivered slightly, and once more, the silvery, greenish light shone in her hand, and enveloped the monk in a brilliant stream of healing light, and it traveled to the wound, fixing muscle and blood vessel alike and making the wound completely disappear in a moment, as if nothing happened. She worried for a moment, knowing from her other patients that the process was quite frightening. One would feel very cold, almost numb, but then one would would slowly feel comfortably warm. She relaxed when she was done and she let go of the monk and sat down on a chair, sighing. "Most certainly. Come over here, though, Iona's wounds took a lot to heal. I don't trust my legs to help me stand," she explained with a weary but friendly smile. The blond haired woman set to re-stacking papers. "You always have this place in a mess, Thea. I know you're busy but you need to stop writing, potion making, drawing and painting for at least a second to clean this place up. Organization is key," Xanthe scolded, looking over a paper and meticulously placing it in one of the stacks she just made. She bustled on by the monk, carrying some inke wells, muttering to herself, then paused, and walked back to him. Before he could move, she had a hand behind his head, yanking off the hood of his cloak. She dropped the ink wells on the ground, her face pale and tense. With her other hand, she cupped his chin and angled his face to the light. Her eyes widened as the warm firelight caught in his deep red eyes. "Era ni Sheikah!" she hissed in shock, the rose she had clipped in her golden hair falling as she bolted back, the hand on his jaw suddenly tightening in a vise-like grip. Just as suddenly, her grip relaxed and tears welled in her eyes as she put a hand on his cheek tenderly, her index finger on the edge of his left eye. "Laksh mea leuna Erione," she murmured, the last word of her sentence a name, her eyes clouded with mourning and memory. She stared into his eyes, so much like hers, and gently released him, her hands slowly, numbly, falling back to her sides. She sighed and stood back, her lips and the tip of her nose reddening, as she blinked rapidly. Thea heard Xanthe's exclaimation, and it nearly broke her concentration, but she held fast, the light emitting from her successfully healing Kadina no less brilliantly or wonderfully than the others. She smiled warmly to Kadina, and her soft gaze fell upon her companion in concern. Her weariness forgotten, she took a look at the Desert Monk, and an understanding came across her face. Xanthe's dearest comrade, the Sheikah Erione, was dead, and seeing Azrael's eyes reminded them of her. Another thought hit her as she realized that the monk was related to Aseikh. "What's your name? ...Aseikh must be informed," she demanded softly of Azrael, but ordering Xanthe to go find the young thief and assassin. Xanthe hurriedly left, leaving just as one crystal tear from her eyes, hardening into a fragile jewel on her cheek. (Just in case there's any confusion, Erione's name is pronounced, E...re..ion. The E is short. K bye )
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 12, 2011 20:06:20 GMT -6
(Azrael has so many lost relatives xD it's actually kind of fun!!)
Azrael was still frozen in place from the healing, he had felt the coldness portion that Thea had warned of...but he could still feel Xanthe gripping his face, and then tenderly caressing his cheek. He could see the tears welling in her eyes as she stared into his, he wondered what his eyes reminded her of. She seemed to have said a name in a language that Azrael did not understand. But the name "Erione" sounded familiar.
"My name is Azrael Siskin.." Azrael answered Thea, bowing his head slightly.
His head felt cold without the warmth of the hood over it, but he kept off. He felt right without it in this moment.
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Post by Iona on Aug 12, 2011 23:47:35 GMT -6
The sweet, sweet notes of an oboe expertly played soared through the bright, moonlit sky. A gorgeous Largo, or slow song, was being skillfully executed, the melody flowing and soft, the long notes so pure it tore at one's heartstrings. It was a song that reminded one of pure, unadultered love, of those precious moments, so few in one's life, but the sort that make one want to live in it forever, a piece of music that put a hopeful ache in a person's chest. The song was breathlessly sweet, with an intricate and beautiful chorus, and the sound of it all was divine, heaven sent music sent to mortals.
The source of the music came from the roof a nearby house. A young man, no more than a youth of eighteen, sat cross legged on the tiles, his posture perfect, but his lithe body moving, swaying to the song he so gorgeously played. It was rather sad, if one would take the time out of marvelling over the song, that somebody so young would play with such emotion, such understanding to the meaning and feeling the song gave, as if he already lost something eternally cherished in his short life.
Xanthe listened, hanging on to every note, as she quietly walked on over to the house her student played at, her tears having long since dried up in her eyes once she was out of sight of those red, red eyes. But the searing ache of the loss of her irreplaceable companions gushed and pained her anew. Although she had said only one name, she felt no less grief for her other lost comrade, Maia. Her composure was under control, but the agonizing pain of the black pit in her chest still throbbed, but didn't hurt her as bad as the day it happened. Oddly, the tear that had fallen on her cheek was still there, hardened, glittering in the moonlight as she made her way to the roof, her booted foot set on the gutter of the house to climb to the top.
The moonlight also rebounded of the youth's stark white hair, his dark ruby colored eyes opening as the notes of the song rose in a heart wrenching crescendo, rising slowly, then suddenly hurriedly and rushed, and finally, on a purely executed, wonderful single note that was more of a cry of every sort of unexplained and powerful feeling unexplained, and then faded off. The youth took in a deep was if to continue, but instead, said, "Xanthe?"And slowly lowered the mouth piece of the instrument down from his lips.
The woman stood behind him, her arms crossed. "I know I'm not that good of a musician, so I couldn't have taught you to play so well. Where ever did you learn to play like that, old boy?" she said fondly, 'old boy' being a sort of nickname she gave him for his young age but white, white hair. The instrument looked just like a clarinet, but was slightly longer, but much thinner, like that of an oboe. It had a higher range than a clarinet, but also a deeper range than an oboe. Then Xanthe sobered up. "You're wanted back there. We found one of your relatives. Don't get your hopes up; from the Hylian side, not the Aurian. Come," she said, and left. The youth fluidly leapt to his feet and leapt from the roof, with his instrument in hand, feeling the thrill of falling, then flipped and somersaulted when he hit the ground, and landed on his feet, his instrument untouched. He walked to the windmill.
Inside, Thea checked over Iona's progress, her mood slightly elevated by her regular heartbeat and her slightly deeper breathing. But her mind was replaying memory after memory of the days her and her companions traveled across both worlds, pilfering all they fancied, without a care in the world. Those were such happy days. She was young, and was hardly ever sad because she had four other companions, each as skilled as she was at fighting and stealing, and nothing could break them apart. Or so it seemed...
"Can I get you two anything?" Thea asked, remembering her guests. Just as she spoke, the door opened, and in walked in Xanthe, followed by the white haired youth with his strange woodwind instrument. "You asked for me?" he asked and Thea nodded, gesturing to Azrael.
"Aseikh, this is Azrael Siskin, a Sheikah, and a relative or cousin to you. He is also a Monk of the Desert," she introduced. Aseikh bowed from the waist and touched his brow to his lips, then his lips to his brow and once more, then touched each shoulder and ending with a hand over his chest in a sign of respect. The series of movements, save for the last gesture, was a traditional greeting partial to his homeland. Monks were exaulted in his home country thus, the sign of respect.
"Honorable Monk, I am Aseikh Espadir Rajshiri, I wish upon you the joy of the knowledge of things unknown, and ectascy of unity with the Greater Being," he said, with another bow. Xanthe and Thea watched their introductions, but Aetis's eyes suddenly snapped open and he gazed at the bed. Iona's eyes were wide open, unblinking.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 13, 2011 5:08:29 GMT -6
Azrael had switched to sitting in a criss-cross position, not out of rudeness..but out of habit due to him always having to sit like this when the monastary was still active. His mind was in a whole different place, he turned his attention over to Thea and Iona and noticed the small ghost child that had taken a liking to Iona since their first adventure in the Lost Woods.
The small child gave a small wave to Azrael to which Azrael responded in return with a smile and a wave. He watched as a couple of orbs passed through the door which Xanthe left through, they danced through the air. Not having a care in the world as they danced...Azrael got the feeling that they could hear music he couldn't. They suddenly stopped dancing and continued to just float around the room aimlessly (This was around the time Xanthe got to Aseikh's room) Azrael continued to watch the two orbs.
His attention was only broken when Xanthe returned with a young man of 18, Azrael's head turned in that direction and the flame of a candle reflected off his red eyes.
After Thea had introduced Azrael and Aseikh introduced himself, Azrael stood up and bowed and said "It is an honor to meet you...May the spirits watch over and guide you." His salt-and-pepper hair fell across his face, which he parted with one hand and returned it to his side.
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 15, 2011 19:44:42 GMT -6
Suddenly, the entire house shook as the sound of a massive crash reverberated through its many halls. Upstairs, Eldrin lay half buried under a massive pile of pots, pans, and various kitchen utensils. After a minute of nursing his sore funny bone, which he had hit on his way through the window, the thief stood up and took in his surroundings. He was standing in a grand kitchen with magnificent floors and counters of polished marble and cabinets of fine ebony. None of this interested him of course, he didn't really care for fancy houses. But what did catch his eye was the enormous expanse of only the most scrumptious pastries and baked goods an oven could produce. Topped with sugary icing and fudge sculpted into fabulous shapes and designs. Stuffed full of creams and custards. Various fruits dotted the tops of the pastries as delicious supplements to both the aesthetic and culinary aspects of the vittles. Many were coated with various syrups, from maple to chocolate to caramel, and jams made from strawberries, peaches, grapes, and many other fruits and berries.
Eldrin's eyes widened and his knees went weak. With a little whimper, he swooned and collapsed back into the pile of pots. It took a while to regain his composure. But when he did, he set upon the baked goods with an unprecedented vigor. He stuffed his mouth, pockets, pouches, and bag with the pastries until he had no more room. At this point he scooped up as many as he could in his arms.
Eldrin spun around at the sound of the kitchen door opening, sending muffins scattering off of the pile in his arms. He peeked over the pastries at the bald man, who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. Eldrin gave him the most innocent smile he could muster, then threw a cupcake at the man's face. The man ducked under the cupcake, and Eldrin ran forward as he did. He vaulted over the man's head, sending pastries raining down from his arms as he passed over him. The man turned and watched Eldrin charge down the hallway, leaving a messy trail of cupcakes in his wake. With an exasperated sigh, he calmly followed the thief.
Eldrin burst into the room screaming, "THIEF!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY FOOD!!!" He took the room in for a moment, then shoved the pastries into Kadina's arms. Then he charged across the room and hopped into Iona's bed, shoving her off in the process. He quickly covered himself with the blanket, apparently under the impression that the bald man wouldn't notice a giant lump in the bed.
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Post by Iona on Aug 16, 2011 14:05:46 GMT -6
Thea and Aseikh didn't even blink at Eldrin's actions, having been exposed to Conevey Hastling's antics. Xanthe took a cupcake from Kadina's arms, licking the frosting off of the pasty. Then, Iona groaned and shivered, suddenly sitting up and ripping the blanket off of Eldrin. "Mine...why did you take my mango.." she sleepily grumbled, curling up in a ball on the ground, wrapped up in her blanket. Thea came over to Iona and took her pulse, amazed that only after a few minutes after healing her that the Gerudo was suddenly well again.
Aseikh glanced his cousin over, amazed he still had one relative still living. But, he turned back to Eldrin's hunched form, seeing he had red eyes as well. He sighed, realizing what that can only mean. "Desert Monk, is he of relation of us as well?" he asked in a low voice, hoping it wasn't so.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 16, 2011 14:44:49 GMT -6
Azrael chuckled a bit and said "To your dissapointment..he is one of our blood." Azrael stood up and whacked Eldrin on the head before saying "Quit your charade and introduce yourself to our recently discovered cousin!"
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Post by Kadina on Aug 17, 2011 16:07:11 GMT -6
Kadina's jaw dropped when Eldrin burst through the door and handed her an arm full of cupcakes. She could hear angels singing from the heavens above as she could have sworn she saw light shine down on the beautiful pastries now in her possession. "What... Could I have possibly done... to deseve this!?" Her dropped jaw formed into a gigantic smile as she began shoveling the deserts into her mouth with little class. "Hey Eldrin," She managed to say through the muffle of cupcakes bulging in her cheeks. She swallowed, "So nice of you to finally join us. I, for one, am not upset since you brought treats and all." She smiled then watched as everyone introduced each other. I feel so out of place... she thought to herself as the convention turned into some sort of family reunion. She shrugged then stuffed her mouth with another cupcake whilst taking a seat.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 27, 2011 10:18:03 GMT -6
Eldrin jumped to his feet, holding the spot where Azrael had hit him, and inspected the new Sheikah. After circling him several times he stopped in front of him. "Hi I'm Eldrin!" He said holding out his hand and smiling at the Sheikah. A strange happiness filled him. It seemed that lately his family just kept growing. But why was it that they were all so serious?
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Post by Iona on Aug 28, 2011 14:33:29 GMT -6
Xanthe immediately interrupted them, coming in between Eldrin and in turn circled him rapidly as she inspected him. She suddenly whipped her hand out around Eldrin's head and grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him closer to her. She sniffed audibly, then her small, delicate nose twitched. She frowned, muttering to herself and shoved him away. "Ha! Just your luck, Aseikh! This is the Eldrin, Asrin's son! Gods, Maia was perfetly fine. It must run on his father's side," she said crinkling her nose and stepping away from Eldrin. Aseikh smiled slightly, his blood red eyes glittering with some inner mirth.
Thea's attention was on the Gerudo, as she noted the girl had been awake, hearing her sleep induced mango comment. The tall Gerudo was curled up on the floor, the blanket she ripped out of Eldrin's hands completely covering her. Moving past the family reunion taking place, she knelt down to wake or pick the girl up from the ground. Iona grunted and twitched, subconsciously moving away from her, sounding more like an angry bear than a woman. Aetis slept through it all, becoming a breathing jewlery holder than anything.
"Iona's asleep," Thea commented, mostly to herself. Word was the Gerudo was particularly vicious when wakened. She wanted Iona to get up, maybe eat something, talk a little and rest some more. But seeing her slightly snoring form, she didn't think that was possible. "Any suggestions?" she asked Kadina, on how to wake the slumbering Gerudo up safely.
Aseikh inclined his head to Eldrin. His people of his homeland, of Qasirahn, didn't shake hands, but used the series of movements and gestures that he had done previously. The Sheikah knew of shaking hands, but refused to do it, especially with the likes of Hastling and Eldrin. "It appears that I have a family yet, although most of mine are dead. I wish upon you all, my Hylian cousins, a dissimiliar fate," he told Azrael and Eldrin in his strange flowing and sybillant accent. Xanthe studied her student, becoming suddenly grim as she realized where the young man was, death inevitably followed.
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