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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 15:52:26 GMT
 As Sayha sat passively regaining her health and mana, she listened to what Dorian said. Rather than interrupted him, she let him vent and waited for him to finish. He had only rested for a few moments before standing and looking into the room Morgana had been in.
Sayha sighed as she stood, and she moved over to be behind Dorian, putting her hand on his shoulder.
“It’s not a job to me,” Sayha said, keeping her tone soft, “It never has been. As I said, I do what needs to be done, as cruel as that may sound. But when killing one saves the lives of many… you won’t agree with that logic, I already know. You don’t believe any loss is necessary, and I’m going to tell you it’s a childish thought. You need to grow up a bit.”
She removed her hand from his shoulder moved so she stood next to him instead of behind, “Here’s a quote for you to think on: ‘Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses, and disappointments.’ I’m well aware you have died and so have I. The thing is… is that everyone reacts to loss and pain differently. When my mother was killed, my father buried himself into work. I chose to go into my studies as well as my martial arts classes. I’m learning now to move on from the pain, but my father probably never will. You see… I’ve killed three people now. Azreal, Hecate, and Morgana. And I’ve helped kill two people: Krul and Morgana once more. They’re doing very bad things, and I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on with them. They’ve died just as we have, but they’re plans haven’t changed in the slightest. They’re still doing bad things, and it’s probably for the same reason both you and I changed our appearances. The problem is is that they refuse to move on as we have… as for their ‘place,’ they want to make themselves gods in this world. I refuse to let that happen... and if there is a next time, let me take the kill shot. There’s no need for you to kill if I’m around.”
Sayha nudged past Dorian and walked into the room, looking around carefully. The room was fairly bare though there were distinct traces that machines had once been in there as there were wires hanging from the walls and ceilings haphazardly. Though at the base, the room seemed familiar to Sayha. There were cages on the left hand side, though they were empty. On the right was a table with chairs strewn around it. Above the table on the wall were papers. At the back of the room in the very center was what looked like a bucket of poisoned water with blood splashed around the bucket. Sayha guessed immediately that this room was what they were trying to use just as they had used in the caverns… and that they were probably trying to bring back the Living Nether.
“Whatever you do, don’t touch the water in the bucket,” Sayha told to Dorian as she walked over to the table and the papers, “It’s been polluted by Miasma. It’s probably what you were sensing earlier.” As Sayha examined the papers, all she could find were ramblings of a mad man… or rather mad woman. Sayha recognized the handwriting. Sayha listened carefully on her <Hearing Aptitude> which had still been on. She didn’t hear any other noise so she knew she had time. She read through the papers, trying to make sense of them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 16:16:44 GMT
Dorian was surprised to feel the gentle settle of the Assassin's hand on his shoulder, his eyes going wide as he turned his head 'round to look over at her, his expression attentive and listening. Despite the fact he suspected her words to be harsh and against his own, he knew to listen; not because he was scared of her - he had long since gotten over the fear of his former mentor - but because she was a friend. He was always happy to listen to a friend, even if it meant putting pain upon himself. He stepped to one side, lightly shifting to let Sayha's hand fall from his shoulder and facing her completely, giving her the respectful attention she required as she spoke. It was hard, to be called childish simply because of his beliefs, but there was some truth in her words. This new reality of theirs was a much more sinister place, and it would take a lot more than niceties and generosity to bring it back into the light. Darkness was seeping through every corner, and even Dorian himself had painful memories of his own experience with the shadows of his own mind; he didn't want to go back to that, but more importantly, he didn't want that burden on anyone else. Not while he still drew breath.
"Maybe I do need to grow up... But how long do we keep going, telling ourselves that what we're doing is good, before we succumb to the darkness ourselves? Morgana was a human, a weak one perhaps, but a human all the same; she was no different from you or I. If I can't save her, whose to say I won't be able to save a friend; whose to say I won't be able to save you, should you ever go dark side?" He looked away for a moment, shaking his head once more. Listening to himself, he realised how pompous and snide he sounded; who was he to assume he had to save people, to put himself on the line. There were others who were no doubt willing, and no doubt more capable than him. "I may be childish, I may need to grow up, but I at least keep the hope that people like us can be saved from the evil we saw today; without that hope, what is left to fight for?" Lifting his hand up, Dorian rubbed at his forehead, groaning as he slid his palm back and took the two braids behind his right ear between his fingertips, twiddling with them idly to draw his mind away. He had spoken too much, said too much. The Shaman had always told himself to keep his emotions in check; after all, if he focused too much on himself, he would never have time to help the sometimes crazy emotions of others.
The room ahead of them was now the top priority for Dorian, his mind almost blocking the Assassin completely out as he investigated the interior. Bland compared to the more detailed rooms they had been in, the only remnants of the machinery that had been used here were the stray wirings that darted around the ceilings and walls. Glancing over, Dorian noted Sayha's reactions towards the more disturbing aspects of the room, as if she had seen a ghost, or more likely had picked up on familiarities from her past encounters with these Miasma dealers: empty cages; a table with various chairs surrounding it, as if set up for a meeting; papers dotting the back wall with various diagrams and writings. Sayha's voice glanced over his mind, directing his attention towards the bucket that seemed to emanate a pulsing of dark mana, the Miasma he had detected earlier. He moved closer, inspecting it carefully and glancing through his memory of the substance from his previous encounters with it. "We can't leave this here," he said simply, preferring to keep his words to a minimum at this point, lest his emotions get the better of him again. Standing up from investigations, he glanced around the room, looking for something that might help in disposing of it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 18:18:26 GMT
Sayha listened to Dorian patiently, but didn’t respond right away. She was looking through the papers, and she wasn’t able to find anything useful.
“The one thing you are missing, Dorian,” Sayha said, taking the papers and walking over to the corrupted water bucket, “is that I never said hope was bad, but the thing is is that you can’t give people something that they don’t want. If you want to give hope, you have to let them take it from you. And there is still plenty to fight for. I choose fight for the people I care about, and not ideals. You can’t let your emotions get the better of you when you’re fighting and fighting for ideals can cause it. If you do let your emotions get the better of you when you’re fighting, you’ll only cause suffering of either the people around you or yourself.”
Sayha dropped the papers in the water and watched as they turned black like they were burning. After the pages were black, they disintegrated into ash.
“You can’t purify the water. If it’s like its source, it will simply corrupt you,” Sayha pulled her scythe out of her inventory and took a few steps back. She motioned for Dorian to move behind her. Once he was out of range, she sliced the air in front of her and aimed at the bucket, “<Splitting Fang>.” The bucket was cut in two and the toxic water splashed all over the ground.
“Since you don’t want to ask your questions now,” Sayha began to move towards the door of the room, “let’s find that second entrance and block it. We’ll then backtrack and find the other entrance. Once we’re out, we’re going to block it off as well. I’m not going to take any chances… though if you do want to ask your questions now, this is your last chance until we’re above ground.” She waited for Dorian’s response before deciding whether to move out of the doorway or not.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2015 4:44:48 GMT
So many problems, so many conflicts inside his own head; it was enough to drive someone to insanity. But Dorian remained silent for the moment after Sayha had spoken; quietly, he stared into her eyes as she held the stacks of papers, preparing whatever she had in store for the bucket of poison that sat at their feet. For the first time in a long time, the Shaman began to sense, attempting to see the Assassin's aura. He usually preferred not to use his sight on his friends, especially ones he had spoken with and interacted with enough to get an idea of who they were just through communication, but right now he wanted to see Sayha, to recognise the aura that she gave off. There was much darkness and hurt that flowed through her spirit, but the spirit itself was strong, sturdy. She hid much of herself beneath her expression, so Dorian could not discern much, but what he could discern seemed to ease his discomfort and worries. For the first time since they had encountered Morgana, his lips formed up into a nervous, genuine smile.
"You have a lot of wisdom, Sayha. While I may disagree with your sentiments, I understand where you are coming from; perhaps I still have more to learn." He looked down at the bucket, stepping behind the Assassin as she commanded and watched as she destroyed the bucket with a swipe, it's contents spilling out onto the floor. "Whatever happens..." Dorian began to speak, but his words had left him for the moment. He was back to his calm self, his visage almost expressionless except for the smile that graced him, as he followed her lead towards the door, listening to her speak. Truthfully, he had no questions; all of what he needed to know had been answered through observation and conversation, and the rest was simply gossip, which the Shaman was not interested in, and he suspected Sayha was not the type to delve into such meaningless topics. Nonetheless, he gently brushed past her and stepped out of the door, turning back to watch her follow suite. "In any case, once we're done here, drinks are definitely on me. No buts." He chuckled, a bit of humour to lighten the mood as he gestured for the Assassin to lead the way.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 2:41:12 GMT
As Dorian moved out into the hallway, Sayha quickly dismissed her scythe into her inventory. She wouldn’t need it for the time being. Hopefully. Though Dorian’s comment made Sayha smirk, “I don’t drink alcohol so I hope you’re fine with tea. And since there aren’t any questions now, we can talk over the drink if need be.”
With the light of the lantern being the only light, Sayha made her way down the hallways, checking each and every door that she and Dorian passed in an effort to locate the second entrance. There were dozens of rooms… and they were all sorts of different sizes. However, each room that they had looked in had no sort of extra entrance or ventilation or anything like that. Once there was only one more hallway left, there were fewer doors to check.
“If I don’t have to clear another place this freaking huge, it will be too soon,” Sayha sighed as she opened and closed yet another door, “This is kind of ridiculous.”
Just when Sayha was about to give up, she found a door that didn’t open. Sayha tried the doorknob again, but it was definitely locked. “Well then,” Sayha took a slight step backwards before slamming a kick into the door. The door jolted open, but it didn’t open all the way quite yet. After a shove, it opened more and there was just enough room for the two of them to squeeze there way inside. The room was a fairly small room… but there was a battered door that looked like it had once been a ventilation shaft.
“Now we just need to figure out how to close it. Any ideas?” Sayha turned to Dorian, wondering if he had any suggestions on the matter. She had a pretty good idea how to take care of the one that they would go back to, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do about the one they had just found.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 23:53:40 GMT
The Shaman couldn't help but chuckle, glad that they now had reverted back to light-hearted banter; the world needed more humour and smiles. "Tea is fine... No, tea is perfect. But, it's still on me." Once they were done with this room, Dorian followed the Assassin out and back into the hallway, closing the door behind them for added measure. Following her lead, the two of them checked everything that came across them as odd or out of place. The second entrance was around here somewhere, and if they didn't plug it up before leaving, more people would find this place, and who knows what would happen then. Even worse, Morgana and her posse would possibly find this place again, and begin using it as before. Dorian smiled at Sayha as she sighed, gently patting her shoulder in an attempt to ease and comfort her; no doubt she had been through some rough stuff since the last time they had adventured together, and he wanted to let her know that he was here to help if she needed him.
Soon enough, they find a most peculiar doorway, the entrance perhaps blocked off or locked as the door did not open. Sayha of course, with the brute force approach, managed to crash the door in on it's hinges, breaking the lock and revealing quite a small room; perhaps just big enough for them to squeeze there way inside. "Cosy," he said mockingly into the dimly lit room, looking around only to find the remnants of a ventilation shaft. "It's clear that this is how they got in... How to close, how to close..." The Shaman stepped inside the room, looking about it for anything that Morgana might have left behind for them to use. "Aha! I know..." Dorian suddenly pulled away the remnants of the ventilation shaft, plunging his hand up it and summoning his Shikigami companion, using a gentle hand signal to send him up the shaft. Stepping back, he waited for a few moments, before a puff of dust came out the entrance. "We should probably step back; Skrowe has a tendency to overdo things like this." Moving out of the room, he watched and waited for the inevitable cave in that was coming down the entryway.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 0:54:33 GMT
Dorian seemed to have a rather good idea on how to close up the second entrance which was good… because Sayha wasn’t coming up with anything in her arsenal that would be able to help. Sayha took a few steps back per Dorian’s request, which was pretty much stepping out of the room, and watched as his shikigami appeared and flew into the shaft.
Sayha could hear some bangs and some creaking noises… then dust started to come out of the entrance… after a few moments, the shikigami came flying out of the second entrance and dirt, dust, debris… just came pouring down into the room that they were in. Once the dust settled, it was definitely easy to tell that the entrance was definitely closed.
“Well, one problem taken care of,” Sayha nodded, “Let’s get the hell out of here.” She moved away from the second entrance and began to head towards where they had come from. It wasn’t hard to find the staircase that lead into the first of the basement floors nor did it take long to find the ladder that lead up to the dilapidated house which was the entrance that they had used. It took significantly less time to head out as opposed to heading in… though they had been there to explore before.
Sayha climbed up the ladder first. Once she was up top, she did a quick look around before pulling herself out of the hole. “It looks safe enough to me,” Sayha called to Dorian, “Come on up.”
Sayha stood up and looked around. She knew the best way to collapse the house… though because they were in the city…
“So I just realized something…” Sayha spoke when Dorian was up top, “We’re in Londinium… so no combat should be allowed… but we were able to fight down below. Were we in some sort of instance?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 12:09:58 GMT
Somehow, the Shaman was able to predict quite perfectly the outcome of sending a rather maniacal scarecrow spirit up a shaft and telling it to have at it. Mere moments after the two intrepid Adventurers stepped away from the room, there was a cacophony of noises that emerged from the secondary entrance to the bunker, followed by an almost explosion of dust billowing from it, rocks and gravel and dirt rolling down after it to fill up the entrance and the room, some of it spilling out the doorway slightly. Luckily the Shikigami was able to skirt it's away ahead of the landslide, hovering in front of his own handiwork and before Dorian and Sayha, the latter of which he gave a flamboyant bow and a tiny wink. Rolling his eyes at the spirit, the Shaman de-summoned him from the air, his form dissipating swiftly. "Well, now that that's over with..." It seemed the Assassin had the same idea he had, as she was quick to recommend that the pair of them escape from the confines of the bunker as quickly as possible. Nodding his head, the Shaman was all too happy to follow her lead in this.
The journey out of the underground system was much faster than the previous entrance into it, owing to the fact that the duo had seen all that they needed, or even wanted, to see. Not long after their initial decision to leave, they found themselves climbing up from the base of the ladder and emerging from the primary entrance they had come through earlier. By now, the sun had drooped slightly in the sky, hovering a little ways above the horizon, signalling that they were well into the afternoon. "Glad to be out of there," Dorian remarked, dusting himself off religiously before conversing with the Assassin beside him. Sayha did raise a good point; normally combat was unavailable within the city limits... "It's possible we were in an instance; thought it may also be possible that the boundary of the city doesn't go down, though that doesn't bode well for attacks from underground. The only other explanation is that the Miasma within the bunker somehow affected it, weakening the boundary there to allow for combat within it's walls. I dread to think what else Miasma could do if the latter is the case."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 4:47:30 GMT
Now that both Sayha and Dorian were above ground, she felt a bit more at ease… however, she wouldn’t be completely happy until the entrance was blocked.
Dorian responded to Sayha’s question on whether they were in an instance or not. He gave a few possibilities, all of them quite viable… though Sayha had no intention on finding out.
“I think it would be best that we not mention any of those possibilities outside of this room,” Sayha said, turning to him, “Let’s not give people any ideas that could potentially backfire in a big way. As for the Miasma interference, maybe we should look into it at a later date… I’ve heard further past Avon is a place called the Miasma Realms… actually maybe you should look into it yourself. If you really want to help people like Morgana, you need a better understanding of what Miasma does to people and things… and first-hand experience would probably be best for you.”
Sayha refocused her attention to their surroundings. She and Dorian were back in the dust-covered house that was rather dilapidated…. And falling apart on its own.
“Dorian, if we hit the main wall in the house from the outside, we should be able to collapse the house. Though it will have to be shear strength since the Royal Guard might intercept if we draw our weapons. Should be fun though… I’ve broken boards before with my bare hands but never an entire house… I’m sure my sifu wouldn’t be pleased if he knew what I was doing…”
Sayha motioned for Dorian to follow her, and she made her way outside. It had stopped raining by that point, thankfully, but there were puddles all over the ground showing that it had rained… and there were still plenty of clouds that clung to the sky.
After taking a deep breath, Sayha began to walk around the house, trying to find the weak point to hit. After three laps around the house, Sayha picked a spot on the back side of the house where it seemed particularly dilapidated.
“I suggest you take a few steps back, Dorian,” Sayha turned to him, “Wouldn’t want you to get hit by any debris.”
Sayha, though, was not sure if her plan would even work. She did have Unarmed Combat Mastery via skills in-game so maybe… There was no way to know for certain unless she tried.
Sayha took a fighting stance next to the house. Her left leg was in front of her left, and she was crouched down. Her left hand was a fist with the arm being parallel to her. Her right hand was back over her right leg. She took a few deep breaths, focusing her strength and her thoughts.
In one quick movement, Sayha pivoted her upper body and hit the house with all the strength she could. The wood cracked and splintered at Sayha’s punch… but the wall didn’t budge yet. Sayha reset herself and punched in the same spot. This time though, the wall began to shift. This prompted Sayha to stand up and take a few paces back.
After a moment, the wall began to collapse… and the house with it. It was quite loud, but Sayha didn’t cover her ears. Though there was more dust than Sayha thought there would be, but once the dust settled, the house was no more.
“I think it’s time to head back into the main city,” Sayha turned to Dorian, “Shall we?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 6:08:56 GMT
Sayha was quick to recommend that the possibilities and ideas discussed should not be mentioned outside of the two of them; while the Shaman didn't quite feel good about this, he understood now that sometimes the only way to help people was to not help them. With Morgana, it was a matter of helping her or Sayha, and it was clear that Dorian would choose his friend, no matter how hard the choice may have been. And so, given the circumstances, he nodded his head in agreement. "Releasing this information would do more harm than good, at least until we find a way to prevent it from being utilised against the city." Londinium was vulnerable still, even after two years with Adventurer support; lacking a proper government or nobility, the city was open for conquering by any larger force, perhaps one which the Adventurers would not be able to hold back. Any weaknesses in the city's already meagre defences would spell out doom for the Lander and Adventurers alike.
The Assassin further recommended that they look into the possibility of Miasma interference, something that Dorian more readily agreed with. "I too, have heard of the Miasma Realms; I spent some time in the Dimensional Theatre recently, and from what I've seen of just the after effects of Miasma, I dread to think what might be in store within the Realms themselves." Truth be told, he wasn't eager to hop into the Miasma Realms all on his own, but perhaps it was an idea for a future endeavour; with a guild of his own, and a few friends to speak of now that he had been Adventuring for some time, it wouldn't be too difficult to gather a party to venture into the Miasma Realms and investigate properly. Dorian listened as Sayha explained that exploring and investigating the Realms might help in discovering a way to help people like Morgana, which quickly brought a smile to the Shaman's palette, nodding his head slowly; she was at least accommodating of his views, even if they sometimes didn't fit with the current situation.
With discussions out of the way, it was time to settle the last port of business for the day; turning with the Assassin to the house they had just exited out of, Dorian glanced over the structure of the house, contemplating an effective way to topple it in on itself and effectively block up the entrance. This time it was Sayha who came up with something, the Shaman eagerly following her lead and stepping out of her way to avoid incoming debris from damaging him, watching the Assassin work. With incredible unarmed strength, she managed to crash her fist into the main wall, stepping back beside him to watch as the entire structure caved in with a loud cacophonous bang. And just like that, the bunker was no more. "Remind me not to get on your bad side," Dorian quipped humorously, looking down nervously at her fists before nodding his head; time for them to head back into the city. "Yes, let us be off."
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