Private Role-Play The Call of Lanius

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  1. Paladin_girl

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    ((Just reserved for Doc and myself. Sorry! I hope you all can still enjoy this.))


    Sand.

    Nothing but sand.

    The endless array of desert dunes wafted across the landscape like heaps of dust, billowing mutely over one another. A yellow veil of silence. The sky was a clear blue, the sun at its pinnacle, mercilessly burning all within its heated embrace and strengthening the darkness of its victims.

    One of these shadows belonged to a legendary, unstoppable juggernaut.

    And beneath the heat of the sun, the black armour of Shrike suddenly took a stumble, staining the yellow, dusty sea in traces of liquid carmine, falling from any crevice that opened and shut as the creature walked. It had been unending and persistent. One foot. Next foot. Slow down. Keep going. Left. Right. Left. Right.

    The heat of the sun glowered against the black metal, challenging its movements with unforgiving.

    Then, it suddenly stopped.

    The clink-clank motion that had echoed rhythmically throughout the treacherous desert recesses of outer-Haven.

    The terrible, red eyes looked up towards the clear, blue sky.

    Alone, it could utter two, single words.

    “No… more.”

    The spiked head and the torso finally landed after days of non-stop walking, the body relaxing happily against the rough sands that coursed against the creature’s wounds. Underneath the armour, the owner could finally rest, shuddering from her injuries, but smiled feverishly before the darkness of exhaustion forced her eyes to close.
     
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    His skin was scorched red, a crimson aura radiating from his burnt flesh as he squinted against the malevolent rays of the blazing sun. His bandaged hands clutched tightly to the reins of his dark steed; the black stallion beneath him panting heavily while trotting quickly across the searing desert sand. Both the horse and the rider were worn, haggard, and coated with sweat; the pair roasting within the suffocating furnace of the barren inferno. Bangs of dark brown hair lay plastered to his scalp above his furrowed brow, his breathing slow and fatigued as he surveyed the distance with an almost desperate gaze.

    "C'mon, lard-ass," His voice was cracked and rough as it slipped from between his arid lips, its tone low and gravelly from lack of water. He reached tiredly for his mount's neck with his calloused digits, running his fingers through the mustang's mane as he urged it onward, "We got this, c'mon."

    He received an exhausted grunt in reply, the stallion nodding with obvious fatigue as he willed himself to continue forward with slowing steps. He stumbled sideways slightly, his rider nearly plummeting from his back as they struggled to keep their balance. He coughed as his lonely eye continued to search the surrounding desert for something, anything.

    It was not until he saw the circling vultures in the distance that he got his second wind.

    "There!" His shout split as it left his mouth, his voice sounding as it had been cleaved in two as he spurred his mount forward. The horse neighed loudly as it forced itself to gallop, sliding to a halt upon reaching the fallen obsidian warrior strewn upon the sands. His rider all but leapt from the saddle atop his back, crashing down hard upon the ground before crawling to his feet and rushing to Shrike's side.

    "Shit," He murmured hoarsely as he reached for the figure's haunting visage; grasping the dark helm upon either side and removing it gingerly from the injured fighter.
     
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    With the sudden movements around her, Niscar half-opened her eyes, feeling the heat escape as the helmet was removed from her head. Dark hair fell onto the sands if it had not already stuck to her face and neck from the heat. Her skin was covered in scratches, the larger ones across her cheek caused lines of blood to trickle from her jaw.

    As she reached out with a gauntleted arm, she tried to touch his arm, as if trying to check if he was real or imaginary. Her cracked lips parted to try and say something, but nothing of sense escaped. Her eyes closed, her head leaning against the gunslinger’s arm.
     
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    "Gotcha," He cradled her head with a hand, brushing several strands of hair from her face with the other to reveal several more cuts upon her face. His one-sided gaze hardened as he took in the sight of her injuries, his face contorting into a frown as he fumbled about with the leather waterskin that sat fastened to his belt. He twisted the cap free before raising the container to Niscar's lips, tilting it slightly so that water trickled slowly from its end.

    "Hey," He spoke, shaking her gently, "Open wide. C'mon."
     
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    Paladin sipped gently at the water given to her, her breath shuddering and becoming less raspy than before, coughing into motion. She tried to force herself up, looking confused, but as she began to shake, her efforts were in vain. A tear emerged from the corner of her eye – in her delusion, there was a sense of helplessness, a feeling that she hadn’t felt since Nikolai’s tower. She looked upwards, trying to tell who was speaking to her, the voice being so familiar, her expression becoming crestfallen.

    “T… tha…”
     
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    "Shut up," His words were sharp but his tone was soft as he silenced her, removing the waterskin from her lips and pouring the liquid contained within upon his palm. He ran his moist hand overtop of her face softly, applying moisture to the dry wounds that spanned her flesh.

    "You're good," He assured her while placing the waterskin upon the sand beside her. His frown deepened as he removed a small canteen from within his worn duster, a sharp glint emanating from the metal as the sun's rays beat down mercilessly upon them, "This is gonna sting."

    He poured the alcohol upon the wounds apprehensively, applying as little as possible to prevent what pain he could. But those wounds needed to be disinfected; he had no idea how long they had been open. His thumb gently caressed her cheek, stroking her skin soothingly as he tended to her scars.
     
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    Paladin had relaxed, sighing softly at the cooling sensation of the water across her skin, only to tense up and bite her lip as the alcohol treated her wounds, searing across every mark like a whip. Her hands gripped tightly into fists as she tried to resist the pain. She didn’t try to stop it trickling against her scratches. Her arms ached already. She sobbed softly, gritting her teeth tightly together, the pain so incredible that it was a punch to her senses. She leaned her head against the rough palm that attempted to ease her agonies, crying softly against it until the pain began to die away.
     
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    His scarred face morphed into a soft cringe as she cried into his hand; his eye widening and his mouth hanging agape, his tongue struggling to offer words of comfort but falling short. He turned her head to force her to meet his one-sided gaze, pulling her closer as he tucked a stray tendril of ebon hair back behind her pointed ear.

    "Look at me," He hovered over her, their faces mere inches apart as he slowly began removing the rest of her armor with his free hand, "It's alright. You're alright."

    He winced as he cut his thumb upon one of the blades which protruded from her dark gauntlet, ignoring the pain as he continued to pull it from her arm. He tossed it behind him without care while wiping his blood off and onto his leggings indifferently, his attention focused entirely on the woman in his arms.

    "Gotta get you outta this... fuggin' tin can," He breathed quickly as he continued to work, attending diligently to her other gauntlet. The dark suit scorched his fingers whenever they touched down upon it but he did not yield, his eye narrowing as he removed her armor section by section; blasted by waves of heat which rolled into him after being liberated from the confines of Shrike's dark persona.

    The armor had been roasting Niscar alive.

    "Dumbass," He murmured softly, looking back to her face with concern. He still cradled her head with one hand as he labored with the other, angling her upward so that her upper body was now leaned against him. He continued to dismantle Shrike piece by piece as he held her, moving as fast as he could to free her from the suit's searing embrace.
     
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    Paladin’s eyes widened slightly as Jack’s face finally came into view. She blinked several times. Was she dreaming? No, no, that can’t be it. It was getting cooler. Was she back in the Whitelands again? The sensation last time was a little similar. The heat of battle becoming a sudden cadence of ice.

    She smiled faintly in partial relief at the familiar face as he spoke to her, trying to focus on his face. The more pieces of armour that was taken off, the more wounds were shown on the Paladin’s skin, the rest hidden by a musty, filthy tunic. Everything about the half-elf suggested a rush, a pursuit and a lack of thought.

    None of it was like her at all.

    Jack’s clothes were cool against her cheek, bringing further relief as Shike was taken away, bit by bit, as if she were a snake, shedding years of blood from her hands. She outstretched her fingers, liberated from the stiff gauntlets, her eyes looking down to stare at them, as if they were alien to her.

    “Tank,” she murmured wearily, “you… called it a… tank.”
     
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    "More like an oven," He frowned as he balanced her against his chest, his eye narrowing in concentration as his hand moved to her greaves. The sight of her wounds caused his blood to boil; a dark torrent of anger and fear churning within his lonely eye, the black patch which covered the other damp with steadily drying sweat. He paused, taking her hand into his own and holding it delicately, as though it were the most fragile thing in the world.

    "Now shut it," He spoke softly into her ear as he looked back to her armored leggings; unfastening them section by section and sliding them from her with diligent care, "I gotcha."
     
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    A short chuckle emanated from the half-elf, turning her head to bury it against his shoulder. While it stung and stank from the alcohol, she could have cared less, her senses impossibly dulled. She simply nodded at his words, too tired to talk, protest or move away. Her fingers twitched as his palm held them, the extent of her strength gone in that small moment. She simply waited, saying nothing, her world already a blur. She shuddered in an attempt to move, a bead of sweat falling from her chin. It took little time for her to become still again, sighing faintly.

    When this was done and she was wide awake, she knew that there would be a lot of explaining to do.

    And judging by the remarks he had been giving her, the responses would not be as kindly as the approach right now.

    But indeed, there would need to be answers. Soon.
     
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    (( M: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6zqjBc8fFE ))

    The golden gleam of the fire was the only light for miles upon the ground; the black sky above dotted with a legion of twinkling stars that drifted idly across the heavens. The moon was pale and full, its white light casting the desert below within a luminescent glow. Yet his eye paid no heed to the tranquil scene, his form seated and slouched beside the Paladin's slumbering form. Their camp resided beneath the gnarled branches of a long-dead tree; looming and lonely where it stood upon the stone and sand. It had been all that kept Niscar from burning alive, its great height having sheltered her from the merciless rays of the sun with a massive shadow.

    Jack watched her with a steadily drooping gaze, his seven day ride having finally caught up with him. He nor his slumbering steed had slept for a week, having followed the Paladin's trail all the way from the green forests of the Haven to the desolate outskirts of the West. His duster lay strewn overtop of her to stave off the cold, concealing her bandaged body from view. Her face still bore its wounds, but they too were now covered; small sections of medical wrap laying stuck to her scarred features.

    He blinked, fighting off his exhaustion. He would not sleep.
     
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    Her consciousness had drifted for the rest of the day. It seemed, for now, to be hopeless to do anything but let her helper clean her wounds and rid her from the Shrike armour. She cared little for what would follow. If she was dead, then the consequences mattered little.

    Evidentially, upon waking up to the sounds of a campfire and a presence by her side, Paladin opened her eyes, looking up to look at Jack with a look of curiosity.

    Her expression turned to surprise – and surprise, eventually, turned to unease.

    She raised a hand, softly touching the careful patches on her face before turning her head to one side to eye the bandages about her person. The gunslinger had been thorough. His form was illuminated by the soft glows of moonlight, stark above them in the black sky, like a single eyeball, wide and glistening, knowing all that transpired beneath it.

    She tried to sit up.
     
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    "No ya don't," He beside her in an instant, looming above her and taking her shoulders gently into his grasp. He restrained her from rising with a loose grip. "Down ya go. C'mon."

    He reached sideways for a moment, his outstretched hand fumbling about in the sand before his fingers managed to wrap themselves about the neck of his waterskin. He brought it up to her mouth slowly, angling it upward.

    "Gotta get some fluids in ya; you've been out for a while," He prompted her to drink the liquid, waiting for her to give him permission before pouring any of it onto her dry lips.
     
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    Paladin frowned slightly as she was lain back down insistently by the gunslinger. Wasn’t something wrong with this picture? She felt somewhat embarrassed that someone had suddenly gone out of their way to help her. It didn’t seem right, somehow.

    Her eyebrows creased slightly, troubled by the situation, but her tongue was too dry to start complaining. She carefully sipped the drink, occasionally coughing, the fluids stretching across her body, bringing it back to life. She raised a hand, softly wiping her lips to rid it of any excess, before looking up at him. The question was stuck in her throat for some time before she took a deep breath.

    “You… came all the way out here? Was I out for long? What about the danger…? And… and Shrike, is…?”
     
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    "Couple hours. Everything's fine," He assured her, though his tone was rough. He nodded back over his shoulder toward the arid tree, gesturing to the pile of black armor which resided just beside its foundation, "Tank's over there."

    Shrike's crimson gaze pierced the darkness like a dagger, earning a cold glare from the kneeling gunslinger before he turned back to Niscar. His one-sided gaze softened, but not much.

    "Mind tellin' me just what's goin' on in that head'uh yers?" He questioned, his eye narrowing as he frowned down at her, "And the body at your place? The Hell's goin' on, Niscar?"
     
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    “A mercenary,” she replied after a pause, looking away uneasily; clearly the memory was harsh on her mind, hauntingly so, but it left her angered than saddened. She raised a hand to one of the bandages, gripping it tightly, feeling the material peel from the dried blood.

    “I… had to leave. They must have found out. The man came to kill me – but he saw Shrike. He saw what I was. He tried to kill me.”

    Her expression became dark, despite her fatigue.

    “Information seems to be deadly these days.”
     
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    "Who sent 'em?" Jack's voice was cold as ice, deep and ominous like distant thunder heralding a coming storm. He reached for her hand and caught it by the wrist as it peeled the bandages from her face, holding the limb still.
     
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    Paladin flinched as her wrist was held still, the pain shooting through her in an instant. She looked up for her eyes to meet his single one, shaking her head.

    “I told nobody about why I was leaving the Haven. Just a notice to say I would be gone for a while. If I knew, their employer would be dead. Or I would be.”
     
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    "So you figured you'd just up and leave? Like this?" He asked incredulously, his brows furrowed as he surveyed her up and down, "Heck of a plan."

    If looks could kill she would have died then and there, his scowl deep and his tone sharp like a knife.