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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:53 am
The door swung open, and she pulled away hesitantly, wondering why she was doing this. Finally making up her mind, she slipped inside, her eyes resting on the drawer where she had placed the knife. She drew it out, her mind instantly entering a silent battle to control the spirit within.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:01 am
Ako sat up in bed and an image of the knife and Saro flashed through her head. It was then that she saw Father Michael. She sat up and ran to him, but slipped on the edge of the carpet and landed at his feet, her hand on his foot. She could feel a pool of blood. Suddenly, she screamed for help, and sat by his side. She was crying over her loss, her feverish delusions past.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:12 am
She stood in nothing, everything was white and there was nothing. The dagger formed before her, a blade, then shifted to an imp, the form of the spirit trapped within. "You'll do as you were shown! It can't be avoided!" it shrilled, pointing an accusing finger at Saro. She glared at it, ignoring the brand which glowed brighter, almost showing through her shirt. "Beat me, and it'll pass, none of it coming to bear, if you choose to take that course." it added, the launched itself at her, which she ducked the clumsy attack. A forest glade appeared as their suroundings.
After a few minutes, she had the imp pinned down, her foot crushing on it's throat. "I yield, I'll serve you, Mistress..."it submitted, and everything faded away...
Saro found herself panting in the cellar room, the dagger in her hand. She found a shieth in the drawer, and slid the blade into it after attaching it to her belt, before going back into the living room and collapsing onto the couch, slipping into a fitful slumber almost instantly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:55 am
Ako was crying into Father Michael's shoulder when a priest rushed in and took her away from him. Ako reached for him, but sat on the floor, his blood pooling from his back. She sat there, whimpering, alone again, when suddenly a memory flashed through her head. She was lying on the ground, it was pouring rain like tonight. She was alone and her wings were cradeling her. Father Michael was running through the puddles, the water shimmering about him like a Saint. He came to her side and picked up her head. "Are you all right? Miss, hello?" It was the day that Father Michael had found her and she had nearly forgotten it. She smiled at the memory before passing out on the floor again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:03 pm
Dawn finally came, and Saro awoke on an old couch, still wet, just not dripping. She found a blanket, left in a chair, and wrung her hair out, making a futile attempt to dry it more. Sighing, she fell back onto the couch, perching on the dryer spot. She felt the dagger under her, and shifted to where she could pick it up. Pulling it from it's sheath, she looked at the blade, wondering why it no longer glowed as brightly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:10 pm
Father Michael was standing at the doorway when Ako awoke. A took a moment to register, but then she got to her feet and ran to him. Halfway through the room, she tripped and landed on her knees. She laughed clumsily, and Father Michael came to her and held her upright, "Are you alright, miss?" {b]"Father...?" Ako muttered. "Do I know you? You seem distressed, and they asked me to check on you." Father Michael said, smiling. Ako began to cry and realized she truly was alone afterall. Her father could no long remember her, it was like he never knew her. She was getting his memory back, but he was forgetting his. She hugged him and buried her head into his chest. "Don't leave me Papa..." She whimpered.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:44 pm
Wondering where Ako and Father Michael had gone, she figured she should have seen them by now if they were still here, she remembered he was a priest, he would be at one of the churches in the city. With a moan, she decided she'd be better off not seeing them.
I could help with that. the knife injected into her mind, reading her thoughts, and memories, of the priest wh came to mind when she thought of churches.
"No. And when did you start reading my mind?" she asked aloud, glaring at the knife.
Since you beat me. And why don't you want revenge after what he did?
"Because he's dead. Wishing him harm won't do anything, unless you want me to find his grave and destroy whatever's in the coffin."
It would satisfy your lust for revenge, payment for-
"Stop. I don't want to be reminded." she said, shuddering despite herself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 1:43 pm
Father Michael drifted away and Ako awoke. She shook her head at the odd dream and walked to the door. She peered out her door both ways. The corridor was silent and empty. She pattered alongside the wall in her bare feet and nightgown. When she arrived at a door that light was peering out of, she knocked softly. A priest opened the door and asked her what she would like, but it was the scene behind the priest that made her gasp and fall to her knees. Father Michael was in a bed, his head oozing blood. She whimpered and ran to his side. "Father, what's wrong?" The priest that was at the door took her hand and led her back to her room where she sat before the dead coals of the fire place. She smiled gently at the memories she had of him, but then was sent back into a sobbing fit when she remember his temples bleeding. She changed her clothes into Father Michael's old excorcist clothes when he was younger and rushed out into the night to try and find someone that could help her with her dilemma. At her side she carried Father Michael's sword and cross.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 1:59 pm
((it's morning.... not long after dawn....))
Sheathing the blade, which unfortunatly didn't silence it, she went outside, discovering she didn't have to speak outloud for it to understand her. At least she wouldn't seem as odd to anyone who noticed her.
Someone's coming, Ako, unless your mind is lieing.
Why would my memories lie? And stop going through my mind like a book!
But it practically is an open book-
I don't care. Stop it. she responded angrily, glaring at its hilt. She did take the warning, most her senses alert, despite the dagger's claim that it was only Ako.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:43 pm
Ako ran blindly down the street, rubbing her eyes with one hand and using her free hand to hold the hilt of the sword steady so it wouldn't hit her leg so much. Ako's feet slipped through the gravel, the black leather boots were snug and she could run comfortably in them. She saw a figure before her, and in fear she turned away, into the town square. When she looked up, she saw the fountain spewing blood, she shreiked and fell to the ground, weeping.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:34 pm
Saro glanced behind her when she heard the shriek, and hesitantly walked to the square. Seeing Ako sobbing, she darted to the girl's side, kneeling beside her. "What is it?" she asked, pulling her cloak to cover the dagger's hilt.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:40 pm
Ako weeped into the waters of the fountain, but when she looked up, her face was serious with no tears. "He's left me..." Was all she said, and without another word she sprinted off, her wings sprouting easily as she ran. With a few strokes of the wings, she lifted into the air and towards the North.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:50 pm
She sighed, confused. She wanted to help the girl, amazingly, but did not want to go to the church. But that was the only place she could find answers about what was happening to Ako. Without much joy, she slowly trudged towards the Order, praying someone could tell her something that would help, and it wouldn't turn out like the last time...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:01 pm
Father Michael sat up in bed, his head wrapped. He brought his hand up to his forehead. He stood up and walked to Ako's bedroom, he looked in only to find that she was gone, along with his sword and cross. He walked over to his bag to see that his old uniform he was supposed to return to the order was missing. He sat down and shook his head. He headed to the preist to have new weapons assigned after he explained his perdicament.
Ako flew North quickly and in about 10 minutes, found herself above Cazlan. Cazlan was a large "town" That even had parts of it scattered in the mountains. She landed in the snow, her white wings not matching the Excorcist outfit at all, so she retracted them. Although she was still Ako, her alternate ego was giving her powers while she was still in her fever. She walked wearily to a food stand as the sun was beginning to rise. The man there smiled and she gave him money she had earned from earlier, in exchange for a four loaves and a two packages of crackers. She smiled and checked what money she had let for equipment. She had alot left and checked her napsack for more. She was pleased with the amount of money she had and smiled as she headed up the street. That's when she felt the tug, and her mind began to race. It whispered to her and her eyes were drawn to small jewlery box in the store window she was passing by. It was opened and there was a small mirror, in it she did not see herself but another girl, she lifted her finger to her mouth and as if she were hushing Ako. Ako shook her head and sped down the street faster.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:06 pm
She found herself outside the gates, unable to bring herself to go any further. Shuddering, she wondered what she was even doing, why she was trying to help these people. She turned and slowly walked away, hating that she couldn't get over it. It'd been years since it had happened, and on Mysirac, not the Grey, or even this part of the country. But she still couldn't go near churches.
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