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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 7:20 pm
 ׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem stared back at her as she took her deadly pose and glared at him, giving him all her hate and anger. He didn't flinch but just stood there, but when her eyes softned and she dropped to her knees. He could smell her tears and could see the pain she was feeling both physically and emotionally. He heard her whispered words clearly and went to one knee before her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Exactly what's its like for most thieves, but also assassins. Come Accalia, come with me and I promise, you will feel better after a good nights rest. Yes, I will have to take you to my client, no matter how much I dislike him, although we have two days to figure out what to do until then. I want you healed by then." he held a hand out for her to help her up and as a way to ask for her trust.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:21 am
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๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° Accallia started reaching up towards his hand, but she sunk forward with her eyes flickering shut as her body gave out. The poison that coursed through her body was to much for her to take. She started moving like she was going to get back up, but then she just laid still and passed out as darkness and nightmares consumed her exhausted mind.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 10:16 am
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem had expected that affect from the poison, so didn't flinch in picking her up, gathering their swords and his cloak, and carrying her to one of his many hidden homes. There he laid her on his bed, her sword placed against the wall while his were replaced by his side, then hung up his cloak as he headed to the kitchen to get a basin to fill it with warm water. Then he grabbed an antidote to many poisons, which would help Accallia immensely. He understood how and why she was poisoned and therefore was able to decifer the right antidote for her.
He took care of her for the rest of the day, replacing a damp cloth on her forehead every time it dried and making her take the antidote through her mouth as well as applying cream of the same antidote to the wounds. He did not know why he was so intent on saving her other than she was a woman. Though that did not help as he had killed many women before.
He later figured it was because she was lost in the world, feeling as if she had no meaning in her life. He used to be exactly like her before he became an assassin. So he probably wanted to help her find her path like his master helped him. By night fall, her color had started returning to her skin and the marks were fading and her breathing starting to relax as well, meaning that his antidote was working. He rewet the cloth and replaced it on her forehead and then covered her with a blanket before leaving her to rest now that she was out of the danger zone, leaving the door open only slightly and sat on a couch in the main room to rest himself. (Please don't hate me! I didn't mean to take so long!)
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 10:55 am
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•Oº°
๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° The whole time she was being taken care of, she slept unsettling with nightmares. She didn't feel good even as she got better. As nightfall came again, she opened her tired orange eyes and looked around the room. She felt exhausted as she woke up and wanted to sleep for days, but she was in a place that she had no idea where was. She snarled angrily as she looked around out from under his blanket and she looked around tiredly for Atem. She started to get up but she snarled and sunk back down. The poison might be gone, but the wounds and pain were still there. "Where the hell am I?" she growled angrily as she didn't feel the weight from any of her things not even her coat.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:12 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem returned after a few minutes, a basin of warm water in his hands, as the one before was cold by then. He set it on the table and looked at her softly, knowing she was awake from the words that she'd spoken earlier. "You're at my hide out. You've been out cold for almost two days. he told her softly as he pulled out some bandages to change the ones that were on as they were still slightly bleeding from the remaining poison on them and removed them gently only to replace them with clean ones a moment later. "What did you dream about?" he suddenly asked after a few minutes of silence.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 3:30 am
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•Oº°
๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° She looked up at him with a cross between anger and confusion. Had she really been out that long? She thought it had only been half a day. Accalia looked up at him before she rolled back over looking at the couch. "I don't want to talk about it," she growled starting at the back of the couch tiredly. She started feeling her mind drift to passing out again as she fought herself to stay awake.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:12 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem just nodded but grabbed a glass of water and some pills. "Before you go back to sleep, take this medicine. It'll help your healin process." he assured her softly.
He didn't say it, but he had received another letter from the king, wanting to know of his progress with hunting down Accalia. Atem had some sort of plan to delay bringing her back to the king until she was healed, but he wasn't so sure if it would work against said king.
After she took the meds, he took the glass and set it on the bedside table incase she got thirsty and left her alone to rest for a while longer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:08 am
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•Oº°
๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° Accallia looked at him and then back to the pills before she took them and swallowed them without water before she pulled her blanket back over her head growling into the pillow softly. She was grateful to him, but she was still mad and didn't like him. She dozzed off again falling asleep this time for about a week as she was to tired to really keep awake for anything else.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:52 am
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Throughout the entire week, Atem made it a point to go out and 'hunt' for Accalia, so as to not alert the king of his wereabouts. He would come to the cabin he left her in only at night, to check up on her, then left before daybreak to return to his last location. He knew he was being followed, so he could only travel at night when he could very easily loose the kings followers, no matter who he sent.
Atem never went to any of his other hideouts due to the followers and he didn't want anyone to know the locations of them, so he mostly rested in an inn for the night. He even ended up hiring a few men and women alike to 'run and fight' with him so as to prove he was still on her trail. They were good fighters, as this was a must to match her skill level, so they would not be suspicious. A few of them even managed to cut him, whether purposely or by accident, he didn't care, he still managed to chase the person and soon enough, the hired fighter got scared of him and ran, just like they were supposed to.
When the week was done and passed, Atem once more escaped the men following him and went back to the cabin to check on his patient. She was pretty much fully healed by now, his medicine he gave helped that. Except when the sun was about to rise again, he didn't leave. He needed a rest from all the usless chasing and running around.
Taking off his shirt, he went to the bathroom to look at his new wound on his collar bone and started to clean it and stitch it without a sound. He obviously had done this many times, but it wouldn't seem so as most of his old wounds and scars have faded and healed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 1:11 pm
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•Oº°
๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° Accallia slept still and silent without a word or movement. In her mind, it was the nightmares keeping here back and hidden among everything. It was the fear of something out there that kept her in her mind seeing it as the only world she could live in safely. Still, after a week passed, she begun to question that theory. Dragons came after her. Knights came after her. The King himself came to end her dreams with her being exicuted.
Her eyes shot open wide and she was off of the coutch before someone could realize what was going on. She had flung the blankets back, grabbed her blade, unsheathed it and stood by the door with it tightly in both hands. She growled angrily and panted slightly as her white hair fell in her golden eyes. She was so angry and flustered right now, she didn't know much of what was going on. Seeing Atem though raised more questions that took her a few seconds to actually understand. She didn't get the idea of what happened at all. She just didn't. She should be dead or in prison, why was she here?
Cautiously, she walked slowly over to where he was with her blade still tightly in her hand as she watched him. Her body was rigged and her eyes were completely focused preparing herself for an attack that he might play on her. Accalia was tired, but she wasn't dull even after just awaking. Her head throbbed and she was sore, but otherwise, she was fine in her mind.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:48 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem knew Accalia was up and about, he just wasn't all that aware that she had a blade in her hands and heading towards him. His concentration mainly on sitching the rather painful wound, without agrivating his wound and nerves more than necessary. However, he glanced up in the mirror briefly, he was a bit surprised to see her and a blade in her hand heading towards him, and hissed and cursed under his breath as his shock caused his hand to jump just as he was about to stitch again, causing a small wound to appear.
Turning, he grabbed a cloth, wetting it, and putting it on top of the freshly spilt blood, while turning to face her. "You're awake, I was wondering when you'd wake up. How are you feeling besides the fact that you have a sword in your hands when I have no weapon on me." he asked calmly, not at all bothered by the obvious threat she was posing. Even in his wounded state, he could still fight, as he said this though, he turned back to the mirror and his sewing needle that was still hanging by his wound that he was only half way done with in stitching back up, removed the wet cloth and dabbed the area with a dry one to continue working on his previous delicate task.
Of course, he wasn't entirely weaponless, he kept his sword nearby at all times. So his sword was only a hairs breath away from reach, leaning beside him on the wall.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 6:52 am
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•Oº°
๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° Accallia narrowed her eyes at what he said. Once again, she didn't know how long she'd been out and didn't get why the fact that she had a sword in her hands had to do with how she was feeling. She always felt like this. "Liar," she growled about him not having a weapon. She didn't belive that at all. Her hands tightened on the blade as her whole body tensed up as she didn't take her eyes off of him afraid of him dropping her again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:24 am
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem glanced at her from the mirror and only smirked at her comment. "Then how about you help me stitch up my wound that I got trying to protect you." he stated as he made another stitch and another, more blood running down his chest due to the piercings he was making in order to stitch himself up.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:30 am
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•Oº°
๑۞๑ Ѧɔɔɐʆɨɐ ᾟҿɐяϮйҿϮ ๑۞๑
"What happens when an unmovable force meets another in combat? They'll both perish."
°ºO•°o.OO.o°•°o.OO.o°•Oº° Accallia stopped and relaxed a little bit lowering her blade but still cautious as she switched the blade to her right hand so she could use her left since he was left handed. Single handedly, she stitched up the rest of his cuts before she tied it off and cut the string off. She rinsed the needle off in the sink and put it on the ledge before she stopped and just watched him keeping quiet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:23 am
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
¤₪ ᾏʂʂɐʂʂɨй ᾏϮєϻʉ ₪¤
"There's not a creature on this planet that I can't capture or kill."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Atem was amased that she could do it so quickly, but he figured it was because it wasn't on herself but in front of her where she could actually see what she was doing. When she finished and even cleaned his needle, he once more grabbed the wet cloth and placed it over his freshly sewed wound. "You are good at stitching others up, you should become a doctor or nurse. he told her softly as he grabbed his blade with his right hand since his left was holding the cloth to his wounded collarbone, and left the bathroom to go to his cupboard and grabbed his bandages and healing ointment.
It was basically his way of saying 'thank you' without actually saying it. He wasn't used to thanking anyone. He went and sat on the couch after he got his items, his sword behind him. "Now then, are you ready to hear my plan to let you live and the king to think you're dead?" he asked as he dried his wet skin and wrapped his shoulder with ease.
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