Role-Play Snow

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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    Celeste didn't seem to acknowledge the Protector nor Savern's eyes against her back, unclasping her cloak to rest it over the she-Reaper's shoulders, nodding slightly, either in reassurance or agreement, before standing up, her own form now exposed to the wintry kiss of snow. Nevertheless, the stoic Arch-Watcher didn't seem bothered and appeared even relieved at her actions, her skin seeming as if it belonged to the white plains, rather than away from it.

    She hadn't realised how hard she had been biting her lip until she tasted the bitter-sweetness of blood across her tongue. Swallowing, she beckoned the whimpering girl to stand before she turned away, beginning to make her way through the cold fields. She paused, finally glancing up to stare blankly at Savern, as if he had only just come into view. She made no reaction, gave nothing away before look at Snow, curiosity brimming in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow slightly.

    She had been listening.

    'The One Who Wields.' She snorted soundlessly. Of course.

    She looked away, shaking her head. With a Reaper attached to this unwilling baggage, who knew what the disasters were going to be?

    'Move,' she muttered darkly.
     
  2. Nevermore

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    Savern watched them silently, regarding them with his crystal eyes gently. The man Snow was wrong in his assumption that the silver-haired sword-bearer wished death upon Reapers. He disliked the Reapers, but refused to kill them if he could avoid it. Savern was not aware of what Snow was thinking, he was not aware of what any of them were thinking. They wanted to leave. "Perhaps," he said softly, his hair flowing like molten silver as he approached them, "I may come with you? It seems something interesting is going on in the world. Answers may be found."
     
  3. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow walked through the snow as he moved his scarf tighter around his neck. He pulled it down a little to reveal his mouth as he spoke to Savern. "I do not think this is a good idea, stranger. You are correct when you say something interesting is going on, but it is far from positive."

    As he followed Celeste and the girl who were going on ahead, he stopped and looked back at Savern. "I suggest you look for somewhere safe to hide. I do not doubt you can handle yourself," his grey eyes momentarily looked at the Crystal sword. "However, this is beyond what any of us can survive if it does happen."
     
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    "Then why not take one more?" He said softly, regarding Snow carefully, "If this is something no one will survive, surely it will be best for everyone if there are more with you. You assume correctly that I know how to handle myself. I will not be useless in this."
     
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    Celeste glanced slightly over her shoulder, narrowing her eye at their newest sentinel with quiet suspicion.

    'You are very eager to throw yourself into unseen flames.'
     
  6. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow covered his mouth again with the scarf and raised his leg to get over a deeper part of snow before looking back once more. "The Crystals seem to think you are all right. Do whatever you want, just don't get in my way."

    He took another step as he looked at the girl with Celeste's cloak over her shoulders. "Also, to clarify, she is a Reaper. And she is under my protection." He said, pointing at Miri.
     
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    Savern turned to Celeste, molten silver obscuring the crystals of his eyes as he moved. "I am eager for answers, and to learn more of the happenings of the world, as it seems something beyond our control is brewing in the darkness," He said softly. "What you mistake for eagerness to cast myself into unseen flames is a lack of concern about said flames. I know of their existence, but until such a time as they become known," He turned from her to regard Miri curiously, his iridescent orbs shining behind his hair, "they do not trouble my thoughts." The man with the crystal blade glanced back at Snow, "A Protector that protects Reapers? My, how very interesting. You mustn't worry yourself, Protector, she is safe with me as well."
     
  8. The Mighty BaconShark

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    "She is in the process of redeeming herself."

    His voice was quiet, because he was uncertain what to do with the girl. The Crystals had spoken. She was the first Reaper that showed this much regret, besides the ones showing it when facing certain death by Snow's blade or poison. Protector rules told them that Reapers were heartless and could not be allowed to live.

    He smiled faintly, which was covered by his scarf. He was about to betray all Protectors and warn the cities of the incoming onslaught. Letting a Reaper live and taking her under his protection was the least of his worries. Defying Lord Ghar'wog was an entirely different story.

    Snow realized he had taken brass actions, but that is how he lived his life. He was a Protector and sworn to obey, but never he had thought the giant Wolf Ghar'wog, leader of the Protectors, to be this real. Only old legends spoke of him.

    The world must be in worse shape then it lets us believe, Snow thought. However, if this legend was true, then the powers of Ghar'wog were true as well. And that meant hundreds of thousands of innocents would die.

    With a grim determination he kept walking, not even bothered to feel relieved there wasn't a storm approaching today.
     
  9. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste remained stoic, not bothering to say anything. She had brushed Savern's words swiftly aside, the doubt in her eyes more severe than any insistence he could have offered. The chill was starting to leak into her form and instinctively, her left palm rested softly against her right arm, the warmth resting the small bumps against her skin. She paused for a moment, listening to the men before the edges of her lips tilted slightly, as if amused.

    I need to go home.

    She started to walk faster, trying to achieve some distance between herself and her acquaintances, her sharp, quick steps crushing the snow into small pinpricks of ice across the plain. Looking ahead, she sighed inwardly, her horse having bolted the night before, as she had suspected. It had become too cold for him – and rather stand and be spooked by the loud clatters of the night, had run. She ran her hand through the long lengths of her auburn hair, but did not seem frustrated or angered. She continued to move, the sleepy chime of the crystals around them causing her staff to whistle softly in response.
     
  10. Fraeyalise

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    Miri felt like crying. Crying tears of fear when she was found out, and tears of happiness when she saw the Protector from before and heard the men talking about her. She was safe, yes, for now. But she was the only one. She had no idea when she was going to go home, or even when she'd eat again. But she didn't cry.

    And she didn't speak up, either. The words stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell the Protector she brought him the root, and it was right here in her pocket, but he seemed to either not remember or care. She couldn't speak, anyways.

    Not only was she much too scared to mumble one word, she was shy. Painfully shy. So, until she was basically forced to speak, all the words she wanted to say would just keep choking her. But that was okay, she supposed. She was much more used to it than she let on.
     
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    Savern said no more as the group moved through the snowy landscape. His white clothes nearly blended in with his surroundings as he moved. He had found himself mixed up with some odd strangers and was now traveling with them. The One Who Wields was not very concerned about their destination, though he had yet to figure out if they were lead by the Protector, or the Creator. His crystal eyes regarded them curiously as they trudged forward.
     
  12. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow kept a distance from the others as they slowly but steadily moved through the thick layers of snow. His eyes scanned the white landscape, admiring its virgin beauty intensely. He most certainly did not look forward to going to the city. He had been there twice and it was filled with corrupt and greedy people, with no regard for nature.

    As they walked, he wondered if the people in this strange new group would be fit enough to make the trip. It would take about a day on foot to get there, if not more. The stranger with the mysterious Crystal sword he figured would do all right, but the two women seemed fragile to him, as if they were meant for the city life instead of trekking through cold winter lands. The woman Celeste was just as mysterious as the new guy, and he hoped she could at least guide him to people with power in the city. He knew that otherwise they would never let him in.

    Especially if they found out he was a Protector, they would rather see him dead.

    It wasn't too long before they reached the Reaper camp site, where Celeste had struck the day before. Snow was ahead of the group and walked through the remains of tents which had been burned down to the chaos of drunk Reapers running around, knocking over oil lamps.

    He noticed a few of the men and women still stuck in the traps Celeste had conjured. They looked like frozen statues, stuck in odd positions. Their bodies were completely blue and frozen, some covered in layers of snow. Eyes lifeless, frozen to death.

    Snow realized that indirectly he was the reason for their demise. He had taken out Celeste and took her away. His intentions had been to use the root the Reaper girl would bring him, to make a mixture that would make them hallucinate. It would be sufficient to let the Reapers know this way there were only demons here, and no Crystals.

    Yet the coming of the city woman changed everything.

    Now they were dead, something that did not phase him. He was used to killing Reapers, and this was not much different.

    "P-Please. H-help..." he suddenly heard, and turned around to see a young man on the ground, stuck in the contraption Celeste had left behind. Snow knelt down, his dark grey eyes peering over his scarf. The man was blue, covered in ice and snow and couldn't move. His hands did not have gloves on them, and seemed to have lost life hours ago. The man looked helplessly up at the Protector who silently covered the man's eyes with a gloved hand.

    "W-what a-are you..." the frozen man started, but could only gurgle as Snow's dagger slit the man's throat. Not much blood came out, as the cold already had frozen most of it.

    Snow stood up, ignoring the chilly wind that passed him. He looked at the now lifeless body of the frozen Reaper, then sheathed his dagger and turned around to head back to the group.

    As he came within viewing distance of the three travelers, he lifted an arm so they would see him and pointed away from the ruined encampment. He did not want the Reaper girl to see this horror, which probably contained some of her friends.
     
  13. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste didn't move though – her feet had walked ahead, standing still only to gaze at the defeated remains of the Reapers, unable to be liberated by her fellow Watchers. Her fingers suddenly dug harshly into her palms, grinding her teeth – where had they gone to? Was the intention even to retrieve them?

    She looked aside, waiting for the Protector to return back to their group before she moved aside quickly, drawing her staff from her back, striking the tip of crystal to the ground. The spikes from the ground shattered, breaking the individuals impaled with it as they burst into white dust and unrecognisable red flakes – she doubted any would be alive now, her rage stifled only by her consistent reticence. Her white arms trembled, either from cold or anger, her eyes betraying a faint sense of unease.

    Standard practice.

    And yet she knew she had taken away her only piece of evidence that the Reapers had even existed.

    Apart from Miri.

    She looked into the grey sky, her contemplation weighing heavily on her shoulders like sin, her fingers etching against the cold staff like a promise.

    The she-Reaper unintentionally wore more danger on her body than anyone could know. The Arch-Watcher frowned, knowing that she would be unable to tell what it was. Without looking back, she prowled back to the group, the spire of Aknarius peeking just beyond the roaring mounds of snow and whispering hills.

    She shrugged at the others nonchalantly. She didn't miss a beat on protecting the Protector, her visage seemingly placid and uninterested.

    'Empty. There's no-one there.'

    Fire. Just think about fire. The hearth...

    Using the staff as a walking stick, the Arch-Watcher moved faster.
     
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    Savern observed the camp silently before turning to regard Celeste curiously. His crystal eyes shifted slowly through the color spectrum before he spoke. "I may have missed the events of the night," he said softly, "But this does not look like Reaper magic." He matched her pace as she sped up, "It is more creation, than the destruction a Reaper might enact upon the land. Might I ask what happened here?"
     
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    If it was ever possible for snow to become paler, Celeste's alabaster flesh had achieved it. Without looking at the man, she kept her swift pace, ensuring that her form – and unintentionally that of her inquisitor – were away from Snow and Miri's hearing range.

    'No,' she replied, her tone subtly icy and yet soft and saddened, 'you may not.'
     
  16. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow eyed the two silently, not wanting to say anything else.

    His attention got caught when he looked past the group, seeing a snow cloud rise up as a large pack of tundra wolves ran by in the distance. His hand went the hilt of his sword, but he relaxed when he saw they were running in opposite direction of where they were going. They were running towards where the Protectors were supposed to meet for the assault. Apparently the mysterious mystic Ghar'wog controlled the wolves as well.

    Snow realized this trip was potentially more dangerous then he thought. If they got caught, Protectors would be send to get his head for being a traitor. And perhaps the ones travelling with him as well.

    "We must hurry." He said out loud, turning his gaze away from the pack of wolves running off into the distance.
     
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    Savern was silent for several long moments as he regarded Celeste with his crystal eyes. His soft features betrayed nothing of his thoughts. "I see," was all he said before turning towards Snow. The Protector called for them to hurry. Without hesitation the lithe man took off after Snow, his long legs carrying him gracefully over the frosted ground. His hair bellowed out behind him as he rain, shimmering like a wave of molten silver trailing his form.
     
  18. Fraeyalise

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    Miri didn't want to ask questions, but this really bothered her. She had nothing to look forward to out here except death, and the prospect of not being able to return home really depressed her. She didn't even think about the implications of her coming home without everyone else. No, she didn't want to think about that.

    Trying very hard not to stutter, Miri gathered up her courage and spoke.
    "Um... Wh-where are we going?"

    She liked to think of herself as an optimist, but out here everything was bleak.
     
  19. Paladin_girl

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    'Aknarius,' Celeste replied, almost cutting off Miri's sentence. The spires were almost in view – her blue fingers already tingled with anticipation. She wanted to escape the cruel confines of the cold and submerge in liquid warmth in her tower – but she had the displeasure of having these... people trail her.

    The Congery would eat them up.

    A Protector, the One Who Wields and a Reaper.

    Celeste's face was unreadable.

    'It is the neutral point between magicks and technology – we use both within our walls, so you need not feel out of place. I shall part with you at the gates. You can go to an inn. I am going to speak with the Congery and that will be the last you see of me.'
     
  20. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow silently kept walking. He could imagine the others being cold by now, but having lived for years in the environment they were in, he barely felt anything. The Protector could not waste time waiting and merely hoping for an audience with the Congery Celeste was talking about.

    A wind was picking up and clouds had gathered, blocking out the sun partially. Snow was quite certain a storm was coming, and would be here by nightfall. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel uneasy.

    As they reached the outer walls, he felt confident but disgusted by the structures. It showed power and sophistication, every stone an indication of their defiance of nature. As they approached the gates, he looked at Celeste. "I am coming with you." His voice was calm, but it didn't sound like he would change his mind.