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| Deleted User | Jul 17 2005, 12:45 AM Post #1 |
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Why did she strangely feel as if she was walking among her own people. She was like non e of the fools that wandered around in the underground, even though she strangely felt at home. How could she compare herself to the drunks, druggies and whores that littered the underground, She was nothing like them. However, all at the same time, she was exactly the same. This place, and everything in it, was corrupt. Maybe that is why it called to her. It had been a while since she was last out and about. Of all plaes to go, she decided to go to the underground. That last time she remembered having a conversation with anyone was when she was chatting with Dario, or Fait. Whatever happened to either one, she didn’t know. Whatever happened to Seth? If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have had the freedom to roam about these areas at all. Nope, She would have been locked away, and forced to swallow pulls that stripped her of her very ability to think. As she strolled past the groups of people, she realized it didn’t bother in the slightest that she was alone. Sure she looked small and week. 5’4” wasn’t much when you were in a fight against people much larger and taller then you. Even so, she was confident in her powers, and what they could do. Damara wore a short black Skirt, with ankle length black boats. She wasn’t too fond of overly long heels, so these were just average. For a top, she wore a simple black top that tied in the front with crimson red lace. Her black thigh length hair was left out to frame her face and body. What to do.. What to do?? She thought to herself as she walked aimlessly. She didn’t drink, she didn’t do drugs. Maybe the only reason why she was walking down here alone was to start trouble. Maybe.. Just maybe. She stretched her arms up over her head as she let her crystal blue eyes gaze over toward another group. It was then she felt the presence of Estara. It was because of that pesky spirit that Damara no longer sported the wounds from a month ago. |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 17 2005, 11:46 AM Post #2 |
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((Jhweeee!!! I'm back! My RPG is built up to the point that it can stand on it's own for the most part, so I don't need to constantly supervise it. There are still problems of course, but none so severe that they take away as much of my time as they used to ^_^; )) "It's nice to see that you're out and about, Damara. I was beginning to get a little worried . . . " Seth said, seeming appearing out of thin air a short distance away from her. The truth of the matter was that he had simply been in his own little dimly lit corner of the Underground, drinking a bit of red wine while keeping an alert eye out for any fights. He seldom started any fights here, he usually only served as a means of ending them sooner than they would have on their own, though there /was/ certain behavior that he did not let go by unpunished. "I wanted to check up on you, but I thought you might have needed some time for yourself. I'm hardly the kind of person most people like to have following them around anyway," Seth continued, a slight bit of humor was noticable in his voice for the latter half of his statement. As always, he was next to invisible in the Underground due to his choice of attire. His black ankle-length trenchcoat covered a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black steeltoe combat boots; while his set of 7" black dreadlocks concealed most of his face. He'd given up on wearing his sunglasses though, they proved too much of a nuisance. His vision was fine while wearing them, even down here; the problem was that he would always have to remove them before a fight and put them back on afterward. With all the fights Seth got into, it was amazing that it had taken him this long to just stop wearing the sunglasses altogether. "So what brings you down here? Wandering around, or did you want to enjoy the isolation from the rest of the world for a bit?" |
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| Deleted User | Jul 17 2005, 04:52 PM Post #3 |
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Damara turned her face so that she gaze at him. She knew his voice. It was easy to recognize a person by their voice alone. Besides, how could she forget the only person who had thought about her enough to come to her aid, despite everything she had done. No, she couldn’t forget him. Besides, she had just been thinking of him. She turned her crystal blue gaze to look at him. She was a bit startled when she met with his icy gaze. She couldn’t remember ever really seeing him without his glasses. If she recalled correctly, he never went out without them. As she gazed in to his icy eyes she allowed her lips to form in to a smirk. Her slender pale arms crosses lightly in front of her stomach as she leaned slightly on to her left leg. “It is interesting to know that someone was concerned. I would say that I didn’t think it possible, but that would be a lie.” Damara uncrossed her arms as she closed some of the distance between the two. Not getting too close, but close enough to have a decent conversation. “I am not sure what brought me here. I became tired of seeing my room and the school. I guess I was looking for something with a darker atmosphere. Besides, I think I have had more then enough time to think everything over. From last I spoke to you, I even got the chance to speak to some of the people I knew from before. “ She tilted her head somewhat to the side, letting the dark hair tickle against her check. “How have you been Seth. Also, I must say you look much better without the glasses.” |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 17 2005, 05:20 PM Post #4 |
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"There are people who do grow a little weary of the dorms. Even when I had my own, it was probably used more as just someplace to store my belongings more than anything else. I could do that just about anywhere though, since most of it is just spare clothing for when my bone-manipulation power tears up the ones I'm wearing. Biggest nuisance in the world . . . " Seth replied. "I can understand what you mean about needing a darker atmosphere, too. Having everyone around you in a good mood is nice, but only to some extent. It's usually more of a curse than a blessing whenver you're /not/ in such a bubbly mood, it makes it feel like you don't belong . . . " I've been hanging around Nathaniel too much, his d*mned tendency to analyze everything around him is rubbing off on me . . . "This place is a good getaway area, though the drunks tend to get out of hand every once in a while. Other than that, if you can stand the business that's going on around you, this place can feel a lot better than anyplace else on campus. Oh, and I hope that getting to speak with some old aquaintances was a good thing, wasn't it?"
"Same as always. Training, wandering around the campus grounds and the surrounding areas . . . nothing all that interesting. Not much of a socialite, remember? Most of the people here that I know, I know because I've fought them at some point," Seth answered, "And thanks, I liked wearing them and all, but they were a bigger hassle than they were worth. Don't go saying things like that any louder though, wouldn't want you to make me blush." Again with the mild humor, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. He had a suspicion that being around Nayama and Alter a little more frequently had at least some hand in putting him in a better mood, but since it wasn't like it was a problem he didn't think on the matter any further. "Would you mind if we sat down? I've already got a table over there," Seth said, nodding his head toward a table against the wall, just a few tables back from the bar. "It just feels a little odd having a standing conversation . . . " |
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| Deleted User | Jul 17 2005, 06:23 PM Post #5 |
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“In some ways, speaking with old acquaintances was pleasant, in other way it was quite annoying. Sometimes I don’t know what to think of them. I don’t know if one minute than hate me, or if they just tolerate me. I think one still had no clue what to think of me. It is funny, cause I tried to give warning before we forged a friendship, but people never listen to warnings now a days.” Unconsciously, she slid her arms back around her stomach, crossing them lightly over one another. “Yes, I remember you telling me you were not to being social. I guess I should be flattered then. “ She said keeping up her little Smirk. Seth was one of the few people who accepted her as she was. He looked pas all of her faults and positives to see straight through to her. What she did was her business, and even so he had proven he was there for her. Not once did she even consider or believe that he might have had ulterior motives. “No, we couldn’t have you blushing. But I was just stating the truth. You have amazing eyes and shouldn’t have covered them.” She mentioned the table, she glanced over towards the wall. Surely as he said, there was a table over there. It was empty and waiting for them. She nodded her head in acceptance to his invitation. Now she wasn’t a single girl out alone, looking helpless. That didn’t bother her all, but now she had company.. Company that she didn’t mind being around. “Sure, lets go sit.” She took the first few steps and walked over to the empty table. Easily she maneuvered around people who were in the way. Once at the table, she sat down, she didn’t need to look to her side, or behind her to know that Seth was probably there. |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 17 2005, 07:14 PM Post #6 |
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Seth had followed her back to the table, almost swearing that he'd seen a look of relief on the bartender's face. Maybe he thought Seth was less likely to cause any damage now that his attention would be elsewhere, even though Seth usually payed for anything he broke as a result of the fights. Either way, Seth didn't dwell on the subject any further, he simply sat down opposite Damara once they reached the table. He still had some red wine leftover in his glass, though it was nothing more than a sip. He went ahead and finished it, then set the bottle and glass aside to be taken care of later. He didn't plan on drinking any more than that anyway, given his dislike of drunks it wasn't surprising that he had no intention of becoming one himself.
"Can't quite say I can identify with that. I only have a handful of actual friends, and none of them have changed a bit since the day I met them. Well, one's stopped harboring such a dislike towards me, but that's about it. They're usually pretty straightforward with me as well, I'll know if they're upset with me over something. Despite the potential for conflict, I think I like it that way," Seth replied, "Doubt that helps your problem though. If you ever get the time, maybe you should just try watching them for a while. Given time, you'll be able to pick up what they're thinking on body language or other faint signals; like a slight change in the tone of their voice or very slight muscle movements. I won't pretend for a minute that it will let you read their thoughts, or that it'll even work for you in the first place, but it's just a suggestion. Though it might take a while before you'll even be able to know whether or not it's actually working. Helps if you have a lot of spare time. I am curious as to what you meant by 'giving them a warning' though. If it's not too rude to ask for a little more thorough explanation, that is . . . "
"Pleasure's mine, it's nice to have someone to talk to for a change. Nayama is busy with Alter right now, and Nathaniel has a tendency to over-analyze everything, so it'd probably be a little more accurate to say that it's nice to have a conversation with someone I feel comfortable talking with."
"Believe me, I'm grateful, but it's not often I'm complimented on my appearance. So it's just a little awkward for me . . . " Seth replied, "You seem more like the kind of person who get's those sort of comments than I do. For the most part, I'm hardly paid any attention to by either sex. In your case however, whether you've noticed it or not, you tend to draw quite a lot of attention from the opposite sex. Not that I can blame them, though . . . " ((Awwwww, Seth is outside his normal realm of conversation. I'd laugh at him if it weren't equally awkward on my part ^^; )) |
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| Deleted User | Jul 17 2005, 08:44 PM Post #7 |
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“I am not interested in studying the people around me that much. Whatever they think of me, they may think of me. I just wish there more blunt about it, I hate playing games. Thank you for the suggestion though, but I will pass on it.” Damara said as she tried to make herself comfortable in the seat. She moved around a bit till she found a good spot. When she was done, she looked up to Seth again, not trying to avoid looking at his eyes. Lightly, she rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit. “It is not too rude for you to ask. I student by the name of Dario, when he first met me my little sister was still alive. I knew from the beginning that he had preconceived notions about me. Ones that were not true. He looked at me in a very positive light. I think so much so that he wanted deny that I wasn’t as… all there as he thought. Because of the awkward circumstance that we met under I told him that I was not the type of person he probably thought I was. He didn’t heed it, but there was nothing I could do about that.” She leaned back, letting her arms slide from the table and rest in her lap. “It wasn’t till a few events happened last month that he realized I was speaking the truth. He came to hate me for awhile. I could see it and feel it on him. We didn’t talk for a lil bit, but when we did finally come to speak again, I think he was still trying to come to some conclusion about me. I can’t blame him though.” Damara moved some of her black hair away from her face and smiled. “I am sure that If I didn’t show up, you would have been perfectly fine with your solitude. However, I am glad and intrigued that you are comfortable with speaking to me.” “As for your appearance. I am sure there are people who are attracted to you. At the same time, I am sure you know that you can be quite intimidating, even when you are not trying to.” She said with a little laugh. “As for me, they may be attracted to my appearance, but I would probably scare most of them away once they met me. I tend to fall under the sadistic category now and then..“ She waved her hand a bit, as if waving the thought off. “At one point I loved toying with people whether they showed interest or not, I have since grown very bored of that though.” |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 17 2005, 10:56 PM Post #8 |
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((Warning: posts will likely decline in length. This would be an awkward situation for Seth, and even he would handle it better than I would T.T ))
Seth really didn't have any helpful input he could give, so he simply listened to Damara as she spoke and didn't interrupt. She'd managed to peak his curiousity, but he was divided as to whether or not he should try to get her to explain further. On the one hand, he didn't want to pry into her personal life too much. On the other hand, he /was/ curious. In the end, courtesy won out over curiousity and he decided to let the subject rest unless she decided to discuss it further.
"I can only brood for so long before it gets old. Training is getting harder and harder to do, because there aren't many people here who are still willing to spar with me. There are even fewer people here who I can actually sit down and have a conversation with . . . " he replied, "As for the theory there are people who find me attractive; I have to admit I'm a bit skeptical. Too much emphasis is placed on appearance instead of personality, so I don't doubt that most people here just see me as the local brute. It would explain why I never have to walk through a crowd, too . . ."
" . . . you want my opinion? It's probably because you seem to be a realist, and people aren't used to that. The students here are mostly innocent, hormone-driven, and feel like they're invincible; which means there's a great deal of naivete present in all of them. They think that no matter how bad a person is, they can completely change. They think the source of all wrongs can be traced back to some injustice done to the person responsible. They don't believe that some things just are. You don't seem to be very naive, to me at least, and that would probably make you seem somewhat cold and malicious to a majority of the students here . . . I don't pretend to understand what the cause for everything is, but that's my best guess." ((Aaaaah . . . gotta leave off there, it's time for bed. I have to wake up at 4:00 for work in the morning)) |
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| Deleted User | Jul 18 2005, 04:36 AM Post #9 |
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Damra couldn’t hold back the laugh that caught in her throat when she head Seth describe himself as the local brute. Was that truly what he thought of himself, or was that what he though others thought of him. Somehow, the two seemed one in the same, even though they were very different. Then again, maybe she was one of the few that just looked at him differently. She was never one to think like everyone else. She always though out of the box, or created her own. Even so, she didn’t comment on his appearance any further. It would be odd to see someone such as he blushing because of her very blunt comments. One thing she could say was that she was only speaking the truth. The truth from her own perspective. That was where thing got tricky. She let the laugh down and new that her eyes were sparkling a bit when she settled her gaze back on to Seth. Now she could look at him without being drawn to his eyes. She probably wanted so much too look at them because she usually spent so much time hiding them. People usually longed for things that were withheld from them. That wasn’t her opinion, it was just fact. Some people may deny it, but it was just true. When he mentioned voicing his opinion, she quieted down and listened up. Again she rested her elbows on the table and slightly lean forward. “And what is your opinion.” She managed to say right before he began to explain. What he said held logic to it, a lot of logic. Most people didn’t think that Damara was capable of Logic. Ohh how they were wrong. She could easily follow logic when she waned to, and only when she wanted to. Sometimes it was just more fun to purposely dismiss what was logical and embrace what wasn’t. “I have to admit, I do come off as a cold hearted, wicked bitch. I amaze myself sometimes, but I have no worries about that. It is true that many of the students are room naïve too look past and see beyond what they just want to see. For some, it is much harder to step out of the fantasy the create. Then again, I can’t blame them. I do all the time. I see this reality clearly and it hasn’t been of much help to my sanity.” She spoke light heartedly as if her words weren’t serious. As if nothing she just said really mattered. “I guess you fall under the same boat of being a realist, but you seem to have all of your marbles.” |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 18 2005, 05:22 PM Post #10 |
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"You seem sane enough from my standpoint. Or is there some bit of information that I'm missing on the matter?" Seth replied, giving Damara a somewhat curious look as she laughed. "And if doesn't make sense that I'd be perceived as the local brute by most of the students, because of all the time I spend training and fighting, then what do you think they'd label me?" There wasn't any irritation in his voice when he asked her, it was mainly curiousity. "Keep in mind, that's the label they'd probably give me based on general appearance and what sort of activities I get involved in . . . "
"Not if you ask the school nurses for their opinions on the matter. I actually have to stop and think about whether it would be a good idea to go to the infirmary after I've managed to tear myself to shreds, just because the nurses there have seen me come in time and time again for mainly the same reasons," Seth added, "They might actually be a bigger threat to me than any injury I get in the first place, what with all the lectures I've gotten from them in the past. They'd probably bite my head off if I ever went in there again. At least if it were another case of another series of self-inflicted injuries, that is. Blood loss, most of my skin missing, tissue damage, severed veins and arteries, etcetera. I think they got sick of me after the third time I had to walk in there with those injuries . . . and if I remember right I'm up to count number five or six . . . " |
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| Deleted User | Jul 19 2005, 02:06 AM Post #11 |
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Damara wanted to laugh again, but this time it would have been a loud and uncontrolled one. He was actually saying that he thought her sane. She would admit that she wasn’t the most insane person there was, but she also wasn’t sane. She was not in denial about that. Why were people so sure that someone less then sane could give off the image that they were every bit like everyone else. Serial killer weren’t sane. And many played off everyday lives, and had everyday friends that would have never thought different of them. People held their own dark secrets, and Damara had her own share of them. “As for my sanity, that is something that is a bit hard to explain. How to you put in to words your sanity, or lack there of.” She then moved on to think about his other statements. “ A brute is usually someone lacking in sensitivity; someone who lacks reason or intelligence. You don’t fit any of those in my opinion. Maybe that is because I have gotten to speak with you. As for outward appearance, just because you are large and strong, that alone should not make you a brute. As for your activities, there are many here that are obsessed with fighting, and training. That does not make them brutes either. Mostly because many lack the appearance. I guess with everything put together, it is easy to misjudge you if one does not know you.” Damara did not hide her smirk. “You have a violent power, it has no say about your mental state. Your self inflicted wounds were a cause from your power, I am assuming. There are many who get very serious wounds, and it has nothing to do with power. There are those who kill without reason .. Though I can’t say I have done the last. “ She shrugged her shoulders. “I might not be too far from that.” She said with a bit of cold hatred. However, her voice quickly shifted to her normal tone. “I ask about your opinion, not that of the nurse. Do you feel you are sane?” |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 19 2005, 07:11 PM Post #12 |
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"True, the injuries are caused by my bones. However, they're caused when I become so frustrated or angry in a fight that I fire hundreds of the spikes through my skin in every direction so I can't possibly miss hitting my opponent. Hardly something I would intend to do if I was in a calmer mood, but I can't always keep control all the time. Thank god I don't lose my temper very often anymore, since that's what a little frustration can lead to," Seth answered, "As for whether or not I'm sane . . . I'm not quite sure. I'd like to believe I am, but there are instances where I question that . . . there are times when I could be having a sparring match, with friends even, and find myself using attacks that could easily kill them. Sometimes I can avoid it, sometimes I can't. So I'm really not all that sure . . . " He'd never really stopped in his sparring matches, even with Nayama, and considered that should his opponent fail to dodge or counter an attack with one of his spikes that they could very easily be killed. He had good control over his power, and superb reflexes, but there was no guarantee he'd be able to avoid killing them. "And on the record, please don't start killing people without reason. Then I'd have to intervene, and I really don't want to have to fight you if it's anything but a friendly match . . . " ((>_< . . . sorry, best I can do at the time, and I can't put it off or else I'll never get around to replying)) |
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| Deleted User | Jul 20 2005, 12:48 AM Post #13 |
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She listened to his explanation. At least he was using logic. Also, the fact that he thought some of these things through showed a lot. Most people would be in denial about killing friends. Damara wanted to smirk at that. She didn’t have to worry about being In denial about that. Up to this point, she hadn’t had any friends. You can’t worry about killing of something you don’t have. However, up to this point, she had preferred it that way. There was never a need for her to gain the friendship of another. When he fell silent, she remembered that short match they had. She also remembered the strength he used when he came to get her out of the hospital. He definitely was dangerous. Maybe that is why she liked being in his company. She didn’t have to worry about hurting his feelings, or him. Never would have to worry about really hurting him physically, not without use of controlled powers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head in to her hands. She was thinking about he match and playing the rest of it out in her head. If he had accidentally killed her during a match, she would not have hated him for it. She may have even appreciated. She began to fade in to her own thoughts. Thoughts about how she tried to take her own life, and how she failed. Then his words brought her back. “Kill innocent people.” She said as she looked up in to his face. She locked her blue gaze on to his own blue eyes. “What if there are innocent people there when you kill those who deserve it.” She said as she remembered ripping that girls head off when she went go kill that man for revenge. |
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| Seth Wynd | Jul 24 2005, 06:52 PM Post #14 |
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"Wouldn't approve of deliberately killing them, but it would be understandable if you had to get them out of the way. Knock them out, scare 'em off, whatever. I wouldn't kill them unless it was necessary . . . " Seth replied, "And to be honest, I probably wouldn't kill someone unless it was necessary. I could handle maiming them, even making them /wish/ that I had killed them; but I don't think I'd be one to decide to just up and kill them just because they deserved it. Not so much because it'd feel like I was sinking to their level, but because what would there be to gain? Even if they began to regret or feel remorse for whatever actions made them worthy of being killed, they wouldn't have to cope with it for long. So there would be no real gain, and very little satisfaction. Making them regret what they'd done, and then refusing to put them out of their misery; forcing them to live the rest of their life while their conscience tears apart their soul would be much more satisfying an alternative to just killing them. And if they don't learn, and they persist, then you can just beat them again." "Besides, I prefer to keep myself from being susceptible to any thirst for revenge, or any other hostile feeling. I can keep my sense about me, and avoid becoming too reckless. Sure I feel a desire for revenge from time to time, but I just try to get rid of it and move on with more important things . . . " |
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