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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Jul 24, 2016 20:09:04 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]@anyone! [attr="class","gold"]words: 345 [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see It's so strange to see the inside of one of these places so desolate. Fiamma had drawn near to this particular, abandoned camp a few times during her years living within the forests of the North but this was the first time that the whim to get closer had struck hard enough to win out. All other times she'd just have to turn her eyes away and the urge would leave her heart. Not today. Thankfully it had been as easy as pie to get inside— the once formidably solid walls blasted clean through in places and crumbled in others, bearing the scars of magic which had brought them down —and now her footsteps resounded eerily loud through the camp. There seemed to be no one here, which was to be expected.
This was not the exact place where Fiamma had lived out her childhood, yet the similarities were numerous, enough to seem wrong when the utter absence of activity clashed with her memories. No guards standing at each doorway and corner, no bustle of magi with their marks bared (there was no hiding your inhumanity in a place like this), and no footsteps. None but her own kicking up clouds of ash and dust with each step. Sure, relocation camps had never been known for being particularly colorful or brimming with cheer but there had always been a sense of life assuring you that you were never alone (or unwatched) within the walls. Just... strange.
She'd poked around a few decrepit dormitories and guard stations in her circuit around the camp and stopped there rather than indulge her curiosity to look inside the buildings with heavy looking doors and no windows— resembling the ones she could remember adults eyeing with thinly veiled fear all those years ago— which took her back to the central, open area of the camp where silence yawned. The magi had to wonder if others ever visited, distantly hoping that this jaunt through the ruins of a dark time would quell any more urges to explore. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Alistair Grey on Jul 27, 2016 7:09:23 GMT
The years since he had made his escape with friends... his first time killing individuals far younger than himself. First in the name of self defense and survival, but looking back on it now all he could feel was a lust for blood. Just who had he become now that he had a sense of purpose he had lacked before. Why was he here... he had stripped the place for any information he could find on the forces that opposed him. Why... Echos of memories flashed right in front of him as he had walked through here once before. It was weird... memories fading in and out and every so often he thought he heard something. Turning to expect an old face to be greeted by the silence. What was the point... to relive an old memory to push the past behind him.
Alistair had thought he had pushed all of this behind him already, but part of him was aching... for something that was missing right now. Something to come back to him... friends... family... a past love he had hoped to forget? Too many thoughts too many memories. They were best left forgotten. Well while he was here he may try to find his old home. Upon arriving in his old tent... or at least what remained of it, did he spot a girl. Strange, must have been some kid eager to explore the ruins... or maybe a magi. It would be best to escort them out before they do something stupid maybe even scare him with his fish fins.
Pulling his sleeves up and removing his gloves to reveal his scarred forearms and fish like fins he calls out to the girl in front of the old... 'questioning' building. "Hey! Maybe this isn't the best place to be doing some childish dare!" After he got her attention he walked over to her to inspect her. "Come on its probably best you leave here... there's nothing worth returning here for... Trust me I've regretted wasting time here multiple times."
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Jul 28, 2016 2:32:40 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 292 [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see ...she should leave, right? There really was nothing here for her to see that wouldn't just dredge up unpleasant (or bitterly nostalgic) memories and Fiamma's every instinct quavered from the thought of poking into the darker corners of the camp. Curiosity killed that cat after all, and she had the sense that the things she would find would do anything but lift her spirits. Some things were just better left alone after all.
Still, her legs felt weighted with reluctance to get moving and vacate the space— run all the way back to the safety and familiarity of her home —which made for all the time necessary for someone to find her here. The voice had her skin prickling with a sharp fizzle of alarm, but when her gaze whipped around to focus on the person jogging towards her the feeling passed. Muscles un-clenched, balled fists loosened, and Fiamma made to soothe her own frazzled nerves with a slow exhale. The fins she could glimpse on this person made it clear enough that he was a magi and, what's more, a disgruntled indignance flooded in to replace her earlier panic at what he actually said. ❝I'm not here for something as stupid as a dare.❞
Another huff, arms folding across her chest. Fiamma never made the effort of trying to cover up when outside of the cities, so anyone could clearly see her magi heritage in the horns curling from her temples and the dark, lizard-like scales covering the skin over her cheekbones. ❝...I know, that there's nothing really here. This wasn't even the camp that I had to spend years in.❞ The words are colored bitter when they leave her tongue. ❝Why are you here if you're warning me against it?❞
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Post by Alistair Grey on Jul 29, 2016 2:13:23 GMT
Once he caught up to the girl to realize she was a Magi he began to ease up rolling his sleeves back down. Her attitude was to be expected if she was as young as she looked. "Fine then... But I assume you've never been here before... Because if you had, you would had known to keep away from this spot in the first place." Grey's mind traced itself back. To when he used to live here... And when he came back for whatever information he could salvage for sale. The time he spent in this building were memories best left forgotten.
The inside was stained still... Littered with a reminder of how cruel people could be. "Unless this place was once yours I wouldn't recommend going inside... Trust me when I say that building your thinking about going in is stained... I've been in there only twice in my life and I'd like to keep it that way." He sighed images of past began to bubble causing him to show his mental stress as he pinched the bridge of his nose repeatedly.
Cruel... Brutal... Reavers... Echos of his thoughts... Of labels, memories, and thoughts that made him wary of himself. "My name is Alistair Grey... This used to be a home of mine... And you are?" he asked as he tried to keep his eyes off the building. Its presence made him feel uneasy as though the building itself would attack him. Maybe it was the memories and the old pains getting to him. He wished he could let it go... But he held onto the pain. It was apart of him now.
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Jul 31, 2016 3:47:18 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 242 [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see ❝Mmm— no I haven't.❞ Though it wasn't as if she needed someone to tell her that some buildings in particular were not worth poking around in. If their foreboding exteriors weren't enough there was a certain, lingering aura of misery that clung to their walls and made your skin crawl if you looked in that direction for too long. Less than welcoming, that's for sure. This person, however, seemed to have gotten an up close and personal look at what horrors lurked behind the walls of those structures.
The way he spoke of it was all Fiamma needed to be driven away from considering it any further and she (gladly) drove that train of thought clear off its tracks. ❝Fiamma... Maritz. Is my name, anyway.❞ The admission of her surname sounded almost like an after thought, prompted only by Alistair speaking his own. The fire magi very rarely found herself going through introductions and she'd not spoken of her family name for some time; it was useless for others to know, anyway. There was no one left it tied her to. ❝This isn't the camp I was assigned to. The ruins just happen to be nearby where I live, and I pass it often enough that I just gave in to the temptation to look around.
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Post by Alistair Grey on Aug 2, 2016 6:42:14 GMT
This girl, Fiamma seemed to be rather... whats the word. Resistant... the closest thing that came to Alistair's mind as she spoke. The moment she brought up the location of her home... well he was concerned enough as it is with the recent Hunter activity outside of the city. "Hmm... you haven't had any trouble with Hunters lately have you?" Danger... threat... worth the risk... maybe. Within the past months traveling magi have been attacked by hunters and they seemingly grow more bold by the day. While visiting he had hoped to make contact with several magi groups within the city. Looking for some sort of cooperation, but to no avail so far. They were becoming an endangered species and the state of Arithelia was a testimony to that fact.
People never understood the repercussions of their actions and it infuriated Grey to no end. "I live a little farther in the forest than you do. Miss, would you mind it if we can make it more of a habit to travel with one another? The eyes of the hunters have been... drawn to the outskirts of the city much more recently. So it would make sense to travel in groups rather than alone." He stated to her trying not to impose himself onto her. Maybe he was over thinking it... or maybe he did ask too much. "Well either way if you have any trouble in Dagos my sister runs a clinic within the slums. It's nothing fancy, but she knows her way around with what she's got." Informing Fiamma of his sister.
"As for where I reside... well I may not look it, but I'm a monk of Arithelia. Her temple is farther into the forest if you would wish to visit. I'm sure the goddess would appreciate any of her children visiting." He suggested to her. Many of the magi have abandoned their faith... and it wasn't hard to see why they would. With such atrocities, hopelessness, cruelty... it was only normal to be wary of someone offering kindness. A foreign comfort that fills them with paranoia. "You don't have to visit the temple if you don't want to... I really didn't want to sound all preachy." Alistair said rather nervously. Charisma was only his fine point when he was lying, but when he tried to be sincere he felt awkward. His sister is already on his ass for being such a consistent liar, but she does have her points to make.
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Aug 3, 2016 20:52:39 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 346 [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Hah, well— that wouldn't be an unfitting word to use in describing Fiamma. She was independent, blunt, and unconcerned with tip toeing around in an attempt to be polite even when it came to other magi. Others of her kind just got it with a little... less intensity. It didn't help that the fire magi was still a bit tense from poking around the camp (not to mention being spooked by Alistair's presence) which was leaking out in the form of terse words and a general aura of unpleasantness.
❝No, I haven't.❞ The concern was a salve to the heat of her temper and she blinked at Alistair with a small crease settling between her eyebrows. ❝I try to avoid going into the city whenever possible. And when I do a hood works well enough to keep anyone from noticing my—❞ A vague gesture towards the area of her face, wordlessly indicating all the traits that obviously set her apart as non-human.
Fiamma went quiet when the topic of conversation moved on to possibly grouping up for trips and, granted, she listened diligently to what he was saying. The notion just made her go cautious all over again. It was a reasonable proposal (and she filed the information about the clinic away in the depths of her mind in case it was ever needed) but Fiamma was independent above all other traits— very unused to the concept of leaning on others, especially people she didn't know too well, and letting them into her life. She was also more angry about prejudice than afraid of it. ❝...I'm not really the type for grouping up.❞
❝But it's fine, I guess. I understand why you'd suggest it.❞ The fire magi folded her arms across her chest, vivid blue eyes casting sidelong, as she blew out a noisy sigh. ❝And I have visited before... a few times. It's nice to see a temple to Arithelia that's well taken care of, in particular, and I still keep my faith to all the gods. Even though some deserve it more than others.❞ [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Alistair Grey on Aug 9, 2016 6:45:48 GMT
The girl seemed capable of maintaining herself out her for the time being, but it wouldn't hurt to have keep an eye on here every now and then. "Well that's good... just means the hunters haven't had the chance to push that far yet I suppose... but if you ever want me to stop by just ask. I don't live far from most magi in haven after all and I'm glad you can spare your time to visit the home of the goddess." If only she knew... he chuckled within himself as thought of what he could be doing now. "For now I believe it would be best to remove ourselves from this place... This place may be abandoned, but it's still technically government property. So if someone catches us trespassing we're in for more trouble than either of us would like." He said trying to get her out of an area she shouldn't even be in. Alistair had never had encountered law enforcement or hunters here, but with his increased activity he wasn't about to risk that chance.
Suddenly a clank could be heard in the distance as Alistair signaled for the girl to remain quiet with a simple hush. He pulled out his own gun getting ready for any threat it may be. If it were just government officers scouting the area he had some fake documents that should allow them to leave him alone... if they were hunters they... they would likely try to kill him. Even if he did state he wasn't a magi... unlike most of the felici hunters, who were focused on their job, the dagos hunters were rather putrid by comparison. Most had several black market dealings and neither would submit themselves to the truth of an unjustified murder.
However these hunters tended to be the weakest of them, luckily from what he can guess the goddess of the hunt found these individuals not worth her time. He's heard stories of hunters meeting the goddess of the hunt before and receiving a gift... most of those were rather scary. As those hunters that descended upon magi were almost forces of nature themselves... Rounding the corner he waves his hand as he hears their voices... thank the Arithelia, just the local Dagos border patrol. They were quick to ask who he was and simply used his father's old name and badge number... they had been lazy to remove it and with the help a rather generous info broker they made the correct edits to fit his appearance. "Don't worry men, was scrounging up some old salvage when I had to shoo off some kids... apparently they have been teasing some young miss into coming here. I'll be escorting her soon... hopefully you two can find something I couldn't find." With that said and done he waved them away.
Walking back to Fiamma as he motioned her to walk calmly with him. "We're lucky they weren't hunters... if they were they would have attacked us regardless of who we could had been... but that just show you how dangerous its becoming again... so... if there is anything you need just come by the temple or if you're in the city talk to my sister. Other than that would you prefer me to walk you home or will you be fine?" Alistair repeated himself before deciding to offer her some escort back home.
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Aug 10, 2016 3:10:25 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see The worry in regards to her well being was appreciated— if something that Fiamma wasn't used to being on the receiving end of lately —and it was nice to know that assistance was available to her if the fire magi so chose to take it. Where could a magi turn to if not their own kind? It was still a... strange proposal to wrap her head around but Fiamma also got the sense that Alistair had been around for a while (it was always hard to tell age with magi) and was simply looking out for her own good. She knew that it was a fatal error to underestimate the threat that Hunters posed, even with the indiscriminate killing supposedly being "illegal". That didn't stop it from happening. ❝Hopefully it stays that way. The last thing I need is Hunters sticking their noses outside of the city limits, we barely have enough safe places as it is.❞
A soft sigh. ❝Mm, you're probably right. Honestly when I first heard your footsteps I assumed the worst—❞ The sudden clang stopped Fiamma's reply dead in its tracks, hardly even needing Alistair's signal to keep from making another sound, and she stiffened all at once. Great. Just as they'd been about to leave, a new surprise comes along. The fire magi felt a brief tug of reluctance to just duck around a corner to let someone else deal with the potential danger, but after a few beats of hesitation she did just that. Out of the two of them Alistair was the one who could actually hide his magi traits from what could be Hunters right outside the camp's doors. This fact, however, didn't stop her from straining her ears to listen to the exchange with the clawed fingers of one hand splayed and the other ducked into her pocket to grab at the hunk of flint resting there— ready to summon fire; ready for a fight.
Not that her readiness turned out to be necessary. None of the voices seemed to rise in volume above what could be considered casual conversation and Fiamma could hear Alistair dismiss the strangers before a telling shuffle of footsteps (fading out into inaudibility) made it clear that they'd left. Crisis averted. Fiamma stepped out back into the open once all this had passed, her nerves once again calmed, and she fell into step with the water magi as they both made their way to exit the camp. After all this she was quite happy to head back into the forest. ❝Probably. I knew that this place wasn't the safest to visit.❞ She replied with a soft snort before looking to Alistair with a faint gleam of curiosity to her cobalt eyes.
❝I'll remember that. And if you do spend a lot of time at Arithelia's temple we'll probably run into each other at some point; I prefer to visit Haven over the human cities.❞ Her response to the offer of being walked home was a dismissive wave of one hand, which was to be expected. ❝No, I can take care of myself. Have to say that I'm curious, though, what did you tell those guys that had them so easily take off?❞ [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Alistair Grey on Aug 10, 2016 7:19:59 GMT
Walking towards the exit with Fiamma was rather more pleasant than he had anticipated just before the encounter with the local law doing their patrols. If they were Hunters they would be running for their lives right now... rather quickly than this pleasant stroll by comparison. "So for the time being... if you do want to really visit this place. It would be better if I came along. I know this place a lot after having to scrounge up what things I could for... closure..." He said as he remembered scouring the whole camp for information and files... even the worst of parts. He sighed just remembering all of it, all of the memories and all of the time he spent here. He clutched his chest as his breathing became heavier for a moment... "Give me a moment... please... I just need a breath." Damn anxiety attacks they could hit him at the worst times... but so long as he didn't think too much on all of this encampment business he would do better.
After catching his breath he does his best to reassure her that he was alright. "Sorry about that... Anxiety attacks whenever I visit this place... but I do what the jobs asks of me." He chuckled as he continued to walk with her. Finally exiting the camp Alistair looks to her on the final question. "Oh that? Well that's easy. I lied... pretended to be a government officer." He chuckled as he was able to get away with the lie. He pulled out a badge and a pistol to match. Both were modeled after government issued equipment. The badge was in his father's name and a lot of time they never took the time to erase the old I.D. Numbers. "The I.D. number belonged to my father, but the gun and the actual badge were replicas. The gun functions properly so using it is never a problem." He explained to her as he showed her the stuff he had used to get away with the lie.
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Aug 10, 2016 21:04:00 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see ❝I doubt I'll be coming back here another time.❞ The words came with a very clear ring of finality, and Fiamma was certain that she would be following up on that statement. It had been the drawn out pull of curiosity that brought her to actually enter the camp— passing by time after time and being left to wonder what was left from that dark era —so now that she'd succumbed to satisfying it? She could safely call the itch scratched. Nothing that she'd laid eyes upon had surprised her, just dust and ruins (old ghosts that were best forgotten), and running into company not once but twice made it clear that this was not a safe place to wander alone. Fiamma was not easily frightened but she knew not to put herself into unnecessary peril. There was nothing here that the fire magi could call worth shuffling through the dust and risking being spotted by unfriendly eyes.
It was that train of though that led her to wonder why Alistair seemed to make visits a part of his routine, and she might have just asked him about it outright if his sudden wheezing didn't distract her. A messy mixture of surprise and worry flashed across Fiamma's expression and she lifted her hands as if to, comfort him in some way? The only thing is that she had no idea what to do in this sort of situation. Was he hurt?? Choking?? None of the above, apparently. ❝O—oh. Alright then?❞ A frown once again twisted her lips and she gave a rough huff. ❝And here you are telling me not to come around here. Don't you think you should take your own damn advice?❞ Grumpy, yes— but really she was just concerned.
At least they were out of the camp now and Fiamma could feel a bit more at ease with the knowledge that she was no longer boxed in by crumbling walls. The smell of dust was no longer clogging her nose, replaced by the freshness of open air and growing things, and she sighed in audible relief before glancing back to the items that Alistair was pulling out to answer her question. ❝They do look... official. I guess it's smart to have a cover story for circumstances like what just happened.❞ The fire magi mused whilst looking over the gun and badge. Maybe a more trained eye would notice something amiss, but it looked convincing from her point of view. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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