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"There are..." The Necromancer began with a rather cold tone. "...To many things in this wrold that I cannot change or control. Things that leave me feeling helpless and useless as if I were a small child." Those teeth were grit hard. "I am NOT a small child and my powers are GREAT, so...why can't I change things, why can't I control certain situations?" That book was gripped tighter and pressed frimly against...her...chest. Those eyes were hard and cold. "My powers are great and I can do nearly anything, so tell me...Tell me.." That body began to tremble with anger and frustration. "...Why is it that I am so powerless to help people? With my great power there shouldn't be anything I can't do, so tell me...Why am I so useless?" That other hand continued to grip tightly around that staff, the glowing of the psion crystal at it's top had almost stopped.
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He sighs and stands up, moving to her quickly and quietly, wrapping his arms around her firmly and holding her to him. "You're not useless. Don't even say such things." He whispers to her, running his hand through her hair as he looks her in the eyes and speaks, trying to calm her down. "Whoever told you that you were useless is a honest-to-goddess idiot. I don't know much about your powers, but I do know you're not useless." He is at a loss for what to say next, so he decides to let her talk. "Tell me what happened, Lark...it might be nice to get it out to someone...have them listen."
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That body had relaxed almost immediatly in Mikhail's strong arms, those fingers uncurling from around the staff and letting the mystical item fall to the floor. It made an almost soft 'thud' and 'clink' sound as it hit, the psion crystal undamaged from the fall. Then Lark pulled away from him and held the book up to him. "It's a book, a craftsman's book, not a normal book though. It's for the making of living dolls. A soul is pulled from the afterlife and put inside of a doll, or figurine, usually made from clay." That body tensed. "If the doll is destroyed the soul returns to the afterlife sometimes, most times they wander the plane as ghosts. There is a doll, a Clay Maiden who is breaking, and her soul cried out to me for help, her soul is screaming. She doesn't want to die again, she doesn't want to return to the afterlife and I can do nothing to help her. I could banish her soul to the afterlife before the body completely breaks down, but that's not what she wants." Those teeth were grit hard for a moment. "She wants to be repaired, but only a craftsman can do it..There are none nearby and I am powerless to help her." That voice had dropped to a low whisper. "..and..powerless to help you..."
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"I see." He steps back a bit from her, sitting on the bed, quiet, thinking for a little bit. He hears her whispers about not being able to help him, but he decides to ignore it for the moment. "You are not powerless. Sit here." He pats the spot on the bed next to him, beginning to speak to her. "My mother once told me a story when I was younger. I'll recount it for you." He begins telling the Necromancer a tale about a young boy who couldn't do anything, who was intelligent but weak. And throughout the tale, the boy slowly began to understand that sports and feats of strength weren't for him, and the story climaxed as the boy failed to save a girl trapped inside a burning house with his strength. But through the use of his wits and cleverness, he managed to free her and save another human life. He finishes recounting the tale and nods to the Necromancer. "Do you understand what this tale is a metaphor for? The way you can help is not always apparent at first, but you are never useless and can always achieve your goal, no matter what it may be." He lays back on the bed, his arms behind his head as he whispers softly to 'her' "What do you mean, powerless to help me?"
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She moved to the bed and sat down when he pat the spot on the bed. That book still held tightly to..her..chest as Lark listened very carefully and closely to the tale he told her. The Necromancer was silent for awhile after the story and after Mikhail's question. For a few minutes it seemed like..she...wasn't going to answer him, then slowly that body slid off the bed and turned to look at him. "You're going to kill yourself, no matter what I say or do, you'll do it anyway..when your 'mission' is complete. I could be mean, I could pull your soul back from the afterlife, but that would only make you resent me and it would help nothing. I am powerless to help you in any way. All I can do for you is keep you company until you're ready to go."
Lark spun around and moved to where the staff had been dropped, bending to pick it up. When...she...stood...she...turned back to look at him. "I can move her soul to another body..or another doll...but..I don't have either. I could raise a body, but it would be an Inferi and putting a soul into an Inferi wouldn't work, the Inferi's body would absorb the soul completely." Those brows furrowed. |
He sighs and thinks for a few moments silently, before sitting up. "Well, when you put it that way...maybe you can't help me directly. Besides, if you were to stop me from joining Juliana in the afterlife, you'd be hindering me, not helping me." He stands up and breathes out, not bothering to push up his glasses as he gazes at her. "But perhaps I can help you. I could find someone random to put her soul into...or..." He looks out of the window and says quietly. "You could use my body for her soul." He puts his head down. "You'll have to wait for a little bit while I complete my mission in the future, but I'll find a way to come back to this period and give you my body, if you need a solution."
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That body had tensed for a moment, only a moment though. "I wouldn't stop you.." A slight frown and then a shake of the head. "I need a soulless body..or another doll, human sized doll." Those eyes had turned cold, for only a moment and that head turned, looking away from Mikhail. "I would not put another soul into your body, nor raise your body as an Inferi..." The psion crystal pulsated and glowed a bit as the reddish eyes turned up to gaze at it.
A crystal that had unfathomable depths, yet looked to be the size and shape of a pine cone. "A body that hasn't been dead for more than two days would be good, but the cause of death would have to be specific. I could use a body that suffocated or was strangled, maybe even one that drowned..but nothing with gaping wounds because I wouldn't be able to heal them..." Lark was chewing that bottom lip again. |
"I see." Mikhail moved to open the window, the sign that he was going to leave again soon. He looks out at the afternoon sky and sighs. "Then I will return momentarily with a strangulated body. It may take me awhile to find a suitable one, but I'll be back. I promise." He looks back at her, a sad smile on his face. "Lark. I'm sorry...maybe in another time, or another universe, I could have stayed here with you. We could have been happy. But...not this one." He returns to looking out the window, preparing to shift shapes.
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Those eyes widened a bit and that staff and book were both dropped. "You can't..!" Lark rushed forward, throwing...herself...at Mikhail and putting those arms around him before he shifted shapes. Clinging tightly to him. "I understand, that you can't stay with me..and I'll be fine. But I can't let you go kill someone...I want to help the Clay Maiden, but not to the point of murdering someone else." Lark pulled away a bit, looking into Mikhail's eyes. Searching them, for something.
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"I don't care." He says, tilting his head to the side as she grabs on to him. "These people are nothing to me, and I'd rather one of them die than have you be sad." He says, lowering his head. "I'm not going to be here much longer...all I've brought is pain and sadness. I'd like to make someone happy for once." He takes off his sunglasses and breathes out slowly. "I know...I know my methods are unorthidox. But...please, just...sympathize with me for a moment."
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Lark was frowning, a deep frown. Eyes closed tightly for a moment and then opened, the Necromancer took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "..A-alright.." There was no arguing the matter, not anymore. A soft smile replaced the deep frown and the Necromancer nodded. "Alright." It was said more firmly than before. Both hands reached out for his face, a hand on each cheek and Lark rose a bit on..her..toes until those pale lips pressed softly and sweetly against Mikhail's lips. "I'll be downstairs when you return." Lark had pulled away.
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~He walked into the inn, his gray eyes sweeping around the room. He noticed two people sitting over at the bar. He reached into his crimson coat for the flask that was held in his pocket. He uncapped the flask and touched it to his lips taking a long drink on it to settle himself. He walked to the bar and sat down on a stool away from the supposed couple and nodded at the bar tender.~ "I'll take something strong, really strong. The strongest thing you have here. Today has been the god of bad days amongst bad days. I just need to forget." ~He closed his eyes and placed his head on the counter awaiting his drink.~
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((um loves still on the floor))
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"I'll be downstairs," The Necromancer repeated before whirling from Mikhail and picking up the staff and the book. Though the book was carried to the bed and laid on it, the staff was held tightly with one hand and with a glance over that shoulder...she...left the bedroom. Long legs quickly carried Lark to the stairs and then down them. Noticing another person had come in, only brought a frown to those pale lips, and then a deeper frown when those reddish eyes landed on Eli. The poor girl, laying on the floor in pain.
Rushed footsteps brought the Necromancer to the dying Clay Maiden and Lark knelt carefully next to Eli. "Hold on..Hold on just a little longer. I can put your soul in another body, you can live and the body will be ageless and not succumb to diseases, but it can be killed..You just have to hold on a while longer, until it gets here." Lark wanted to reach out and give Eli a soothing touch, but fear of causing more damage to the crumbling body was the only thing that stopped..her. |
[[I will not be able to post for awhile. Assume that Mikhail brought the body of a young girl and left it in his room but has mysteriously disappeared. I'll be more descriptive later.]]
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eli smiled with her half mouth and looked at the necromancer "glad ((sorry if you just read this i was watching a glade comercial and well it stuck i guess)) im just not alone anymore i didnt want to die alone twice." she breathed a heavy sigh of happiness and that made more of her face crack causing her left eye to completly crack away "their probably isnt enough time for me to tell you how happy i am that your here i know this is probably causing you pain to see me like this but dont worry i guess its my time im not afraid i just didnt want to go yet i was stuborn that way but i guess thats what they say when they mean no one gets to live forever and well pain isnt forever either it stops like now i feel no pain im numb it all went away." moving her cracked hand over to the girl she patted her shoulder causing chips to fall off of her "it was nice of you to think of me getting another body but well i guess we were alittle to late or i shouldnt have left i dont know it was that groups fault but well thats what a gang does i guess i have never had the best luck anyway so it was going to me either way in this body or the new one you found me so i thank you." each time she opened her mouth alittle more chipped off until nothing more was left and she was just their looking up at the girl and then with one swift motion she ended her own suffering she punched her own face shattering it into pieces and ending it for her..
she looked down at the girl and her body and placed her hand on the girls shoulder trying to tell her it was alright to get up "its alright im going to stay here to watch after travlers here mabye i will see my sisters one day when or if they need fixing." she hoped she could hear her but guessed not so she went into the other room that she went into were their was a doll she just sat their on the bed making the bed compleatly messy in her own special way she still had enough strength for that. |
Lark said nothing as Eli spoke, but no sadness was felt either. The Necromancer was waiting for the soul to leave the clay body, though..she..could have pulled it from the body, that would have been mean in it's own way. A deep sigh as Eli shattered her own face, a slight frown but that staff was gripped tightly and already Lark was mumbling the incantation needed to trap Eli's soul, well. Not really trap it.
"I will put you in a new body. You will not wander aimlessly as a ghost." Those words were said softly when Eli's spirit touched..her..shoulder and spoke. A slight shake of the head and slowly Lark was standing, lips moving softly as she recited that incantation. Eli's spirit had moved to another room, but that was alright, the magic would pull her back. Tendrils of smoke would wrap around Eli's spirit, bringing her back to the Necromancer. The crystal at the top of Lark's staff glowed brillantly for a moment, and then Eli would be pulled into it. Soothing words would wrap themselves around Eli, a gentle song in a forgotten language and Lark's voice. |
eli was in no way happy when she was sucked int o the staff but let herself be seeing as she knew this necromancer was only trying to help and well she hadnt been helped in a long time so it was kinda weird. she was hearing the strangest things so she just tuned it out and started to think about what she would do if she had a real body back.
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Lark maneuvered quickly and efficiently, back to that room that had been shared with Mikhail. Knowing he would return soon with a body or already have one. The Necromancer knew he would be efficient and succeed, it was written in his mannerisms. Opening the door to that room, Lark quickly spied a young female body, but Mikhail was nowhere near. A slight frown on those lips and then that staff was brought down, the psion crystal touching the chest of the body.
Those pale lips moved, the incantation being spoken, or rather whispered. The crystal flared with bright purple light for a moment and then, gently Eli's spirit was being pulled out of the crystal and ever so delicately placed into the body. A body that had no soul of it's own, but only recently deceased. The crystal pulsated faintly and once Eli's soul had been put into the body, Lark dropped the staff and touched the center of that chest with a single finger. "Breathe." A spark of energy jumped from that finger, jolting the heart slightly, just a nudge to get it started. The body would work. Eli would live. The Necromancer smiled. |
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