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"Hn..." Manon let the girl go, She quivered for a moment after he answered and then with a sudden out-bursting of energy thrust his hand away, making a mad dash toward the tree Christopher resided near. So she was leaning on him for support, It didn't matter to Zack, Personally Manson liked Chris more than any others in the group, he was easy to get along with and in-put only when he thought it would help the group. Lawrence couldn't help but be a team player, And Zackery fully understood this. The intern worked at a hospital, A job that meant one would remained forever devoted to helping others "Semper Fi,"'Ever Faithful' Manson broke into a rather strange grin as his spoke, One that could easily distingish a crazy man from one that was sane. Though the expression was dropped after a few seconds, After all, He didn't want to go and scare anyone, Right...
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"Hate is nothing but a word, Something man has created to express himself more fluently. You are a tool to me, And I cannot hate a tool." It was cold, Though he had meant it to be so, His ever changing personality was hard to understand. One second he was laid back, The next moment amused, And a few seconds later cold and distant. He jammed both hand within the folds of his pockets, Sighing heavily as he looked up at the tree before him. Manson was standing infront of what he assumed to be an oak tree, It was so large it had to be, But he wasn't sure...
(I will be going on a four-day trip with my school starting tommorrow, I will post again on monday, I have the rest of today to post.)
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Lily gave Zack a confused look, but he seemed not to care. Compassion didn't seem to be a part of his emotional repertoire. I'm a tool? What is that supposed to mean? Is he just using me to get the magic? Is he going to try and use it for himself? Or does that mean he's really going to abduct me and force me to prostitution back on earth? More worries flooded her head. She was always worried, and that worry brought her to see life in a negative view. It was a terrible circle of unhappiness and loss of hope, but it never seemed to dissipate, and Lily could never bring herself to change her ways.
I think I would have liked it better if he said he hated me. She found herself thinking the thought with a tiny smirk on her face. "I'm going to go find more berries." She said bluntly and got up from under the tree. She didn't care at the moment that is was raining hard; the canopy above was thickly intertwined and she didn't get that wet. She wondered what Chris and Zack had been talking about. Something to do with the arrows in Chris's quiver, but she didn't know what. Letting her mind wander to her imagination, she began picking more berries and eating them, wondering if she could construct a basket to carry some with them. She decided to give it a try to pass the time until the rain let up. Lily began collecting thin pliable strips of wood that were laying on the forest floor and when she thought she had collected an adequate amount, she brought them back to their little hangout under the giant tree, sat down, and started weaving together her basket. (OOC: Okay thanks for the heads up!)
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Don't get lost, Or broken..." Zack grinned at his own twisted little joke, Piercing eyes of cerulean baring down on the retreating form of Lily's back. His face twisted back into a frown however, As soon as she had exited view, And his optics shut silently. "Our situation remains the same, We must find better shelter from the elements." Turning, Zack slipped back against a tree, Resting his spine along the curve of it's trunk, Whilst his arms crossed quickly. "I wonder if we could use magic, Now that we're here...?"
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As it started to rain the group took shelter in the nearby forest. They all sat around a large tree whose leaves soaked up most of the rain and for the most part kept them dry. Chris was more tired than he thought. After all the stuff that happened on Earth, the crisis of Seissol and walking through a long tunnel through a mountain made by a dwarf miner overwhelmed him. He'd figured it would be the perfect time to rest since no one would want to keep walking during a downpour. His body felt drained since he wasn't used to so much walking. He slowly nodded off and eventually fell asleep snoring slightly.
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Lily looked over at Chris, wondering if he was going to reply to Zack's comment, but she just smiled when she noticed he was fast asleep leaning up against the tree. Lily wasn't tired herself; she had only recently woken up from being asleep, or close to death, or whatever had happened, so she found herself to be rather awake at the moment. She continued weaving the thin strips of wood in between each other, forming her basket, and didn't look up at the tall dark form of Zack when she spoke.
"Why don't you try blowing things up with your mind? It seems like something you could easily pull off." Her comment had a bit of a sarcastic tone to it, and after Lily said it, she wasn't even sure if she knew what she was talking about herself. With a tiny shake of her head, she finished the basket and began to form a sort of handle to it so she could just sling it over her arm instead of having to hold on to it. She still didn't look up at Zack, but focused her attention to completing the basket, and when she was done with this, she would collect more berries and bring them back to the others. They must be hungry as well.
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Chris’s Dream:
Chris stands alone on a dark cliff overlooking a river. The sky becomes filled with clouds quickly and it begins to rain heavily. It was faint by in the distance near the cliff side there was a shadowy figure. He ran towards it and stopped when he was near it to take a better look at him. It was a tall figure wearing a cloak and his face was completely covered. The figure spoke, “Ye who are not of this world, I have come to inform you of something of great importance. The seeds of Seissol are taking root in your body and soon you’ll be completely rooted to Seissol and become its servant. It’s the fate of all who are not of Seissol. This world will eventually consume you whole. You have no idea what you got yourself into. Hahahahahaha.” The figure said as he laughed wickedly as lighting flashed and the sound of thunder echoed throughout the storm. Chris was nervous about who this person one. He was very creepy and seemed to know about him. Chris said, “Who are you? What do you want?” The figure responded, “That is none of your concern but I’ve come to tell you that a power has been born inside you, a very wicked power that will eventually bind you to Seissol. It will manifest soon enough. I can’t wait hehehe! Hahahahahaha!” the figure couldn’t help but laugh as he stepped closer toward Chris. Chris was getting scared; he drew out his bow in self defense. “Don’t come any closer!” he screamed. He blinked for a moment and the figure was gone. He then felt a breath down his own neck. He turned around and the figure was behind him. Chris nervously jumped. “Your efforts are futile!” the figure shouted. A dark wave of energy then sprung forth from the dark figure and pierced Chris’s body. He felt pain in his dream, a mental pain, but it felt the same as if a human in reality was stabbed. Chris staggered back toward the cliff as the figure pushed Chris towards the cliff. “Think about what I said, I’ll play with you in your dreams again soon, till next time human!” The dark figure proceeded to push Chris off the cliff in his dream. Chris felt an overwhelming sense of pain and despair and keep thinking to himself about waking up. Chris shouted loudly as he proceeded to fall for what seemed like and eternity. He woke up in a cold sweat with a loud scream. His heart was racing. That was the most realistic dream he ever had. He wondered what it meant. He started to get a headache.
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The largest sun had gone down behind the horizon, and the world had darkened some, but the two remaining suns were just beginning to rise in the sky. Lily wondered if perhaps those suns were more like moons; orbiting around this planet. But was this even another planet at all? Maybe it was in some entirely different realm. Lily shook her head as she put the finished touches on her basket. She was beginning to get tired, but was slightly afraid of going to sleep in this forest, especially when Chris was already asleep and Zack was not. She just wouldn't feel secure being alone with that man.
Lily looked over at the blonde-haired boy when he stirred in his sleep, and was frightened when he suddenly awoke and let out a piercing scream. Lily's vocal chords made a noise of their own in response, and then she lightly grabbed his shoulder. He must have just had a terrible dream. She knew all too well about those, for she had nightmares frequently and they almost always involved the end of the world or other terrorizing catastrophes. "Chris. Are you okay?"
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(Lolz, I can imagine tiny ZzZ's floating from chris's head, xD)
Zack once again leveled his weapon, And tried to pull the trigger. A small snap sounded... "Thank god for the safety." The trigger was locked, It would go no further, A few millimeters was all that seperated the two infront of him from death. Sighing, Manson flicked the weapon backward, Spinning it around his fore-finger as he procceeded. This was fun, He hadn't been able to have much fun on earth, Maybe he would go to the shooting range more often, It was a thought... He needed to brush up on his aim anyway.
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