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Well hopefully it'll go someplace not vital. Like the leg. And Helena would like to reassure her that the knife is clean at the very least. And sharp. So it'll be a good wound.
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Okay *sighs* a million years and near a thousand words later, finally posted something which is hopefully not utter crap >.> Though a smidgen rambly.
Helena
It had been a terribly long way to get here. Denny had been very insistent when he'd asked her to go on a trip with him that he wasn't trying to take her away to that college that her father had been going on about and she'd refused to consider. She didn't want to leave just then. School could wait a little while longer. There were things...she assured them all, that she was doing and she needed to stay there to do them. She could keep reading, learn that way to control her magic. Control the fire. That incident in the warehouse a few weeks ago was nothing. She totally had meant to light the box on fire. It wasn't an accident at all, and she so wished they would all stop saying that it was. She was in control.
So she trusted Denny. If you couldn't trust your lover, the who could you trust? But he'd lied to her. And he'd suffered for it too. Not quite physically. At least she'd not burned him or singed his hair off. She said it was because she loved him too much. But if she was truly honest with herself, deep down, she knew she wasn't in control enough. And even just giving him something as little as a rug burn could get out of hand. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she did truly hurt him like that. So she made him suffer other ways. But even with that, he didn't turn around and take her back. And eventually, she admitted, only to herself and never aloud to him, that they were right and she needed this.
They were so close to the school now that she was starting to get nervous about it. She'd never been to anything like this before. She'd hardly been to school to begin with. Her mother and stepmother had pretty much taught her everything she hadn’t taught herself. So this was something well beyond on her just then. She was dragging her feet now. Trying to make it take longer than it needed to because she knew that it was just over that next rise and she'd be saying goodbye to the last comforts of home and hello to the scary reality of a magical college.
Or things could be delayed more. Denny had stopped her, his arm across her chest to keep her from going forward. She'd not been looking at him and when she did, the question that had been on her lips dried up and she turned to look where he was looking. There was something going on out of sight, sounds of fighting was drifting through the trees. And they knew the sounds of fighting well.
“Denny,” Helena started softly, not knowing where potential threats might be at around them, “I...I don't know if it's wise for us to…” But what she was thinking was more it was unwise for him to get involved in what was going on. She had some advantages that he didn't. And she didn't want him to get hurt. They'd been lucky on their trip here, and they'd not encountered much of any trouble.
“Are you kidding me, Helena,” he huffed quietly, grabbing at her hand as she went to step away without thinking much.
“Are fucking kidding me?” She said as she yanked her hand free of his and took off faster than he could catch up to her. She wasn't used to trees and the like, but she still made her way through rather quickly and quietly, though not silently at all, just quiet enough to not have everyone know she was coming. Hopefully that wouldn't backfire on her too much.
She heard the fast progress of the hounds as they rushed through the trees ahead of her. Or she thought they were. She couldn't see much of anything, even after pushing her glasses back up her nose. She hung back a moment to see if they had seen her, but they had a scent they were after and she wasn't it.
She took after the noise, even if part of her was really wishing she wasn't so damn headstrong. This was going to get her into something dirty she was sure, but already there was no going back. She managed to stumble across, though distantly, she'd heard through the trees. Hanging back Helena pulled a blade from her boot, looking the scene over before she charged even more headlong in. She needed to do some sort of planning, even if it was half-assed and likely to only just avoid getting herself killed.
Well this is a bit of a clusterfuck, she thought as she watched the creatures she'd followed after be tossed about some without really seeming all that bothered by it. Slowly, she began to circle around towards what she could only assume were students, trying to get closer to them. If she was going to be using her fire, she didn't want to get them too. But coming at the enemy from behind had its advantages too.
There was so much blood, just everywhere. She didn't think she'd ever seen this much blood before in her life. Even when she'd been in a slaughter house it hadn't seemed this bad. Was this what she really wanted to get involved in? It was too late now though to think about such things. She was here and she was going to help. Or try to. Taking a deep breath, she stood more upright than she'd been, aimed, and tossed the blade at one of the beasts. It wouldn't kill anything, she was sure of that, but it would hurt and distract whatever it did manage to hit. Just hopefully not one of the people she was trying to help.
It had been a terribly long way to get here. Denny had been very insistent when he'd asked her to go on a trip with him that he wasn't trying to take her away to that college that her father had been going on about and she'd refused to consider. She didn't want to leave just then. School could wait a little while longer. There were things...she assured them all, that she was doing and she needed to stay there to do them. She could keep reading, learn that way to control her magic. Control the fire. That incident in the warehouse a few weeks ago was nothing. She totally had meant to light the box on fire. It wasn't an accident at all, and she so wished they would all stop saying that it was. She was in control.
So she trusted Denny. If you couldn't trust your lover, the who could you trust? But he'd lied to her. And he'd suffered for it too. Not quite physically. At least she'd not burned him or singed his hair off. She said it was because she loved him too much. But if she was truly honest with herself, deep down, she knew she wasn't in control enough. And even just giving him something as little as a rug burn could get out of hand. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she did truly hurt him like that. So she made him suffer other ways. But even with that, he didn't turn around and take her back. And eventually, she admitted, only to herself and never aloud to him, that they were right and she needed this.
They were so close to the school now that she was starting to get nervous about it. She'd never been to anything like this before. She'd hardly been to school to begin with. Her mother and stepmother had pretty much taught her everything she hadn’t taught herself. So this was something well beyond on her just then. She was dragging her feet now. Trying to make it take longer than it needed to because she knew that it was just over that next rise and she'd be saying goodbye to the last comforts of home and hello to the scary reality of a magical college.
Or things could be delayed more. Denny had stopped her, his arm across her chest to keep her from going forward. She'd not been looking at him and when she did, the question that had been on her lips dried up and she turned to look where he was looking. There was something going on out of sight, sounds of fighting was drifting through the trees. And they knew the sounds of fighting well.
“Denny,” Helena started softly, not knowing where potential threats might be at around them, “I...I don't know if it's wise for us to…” But what she was thinking was more it was unwise for him to get involved in what was going on. She had some advantages that he didn't. And she didn't want him to get hurt. They'd been lucky on their trip here, and they'd not encountered much of any trouble.
“Are you kidding me, Helena,” he huffed quietly, grabbing at her hand as she went to step away without thinking much.
“Are fucking kidding me?” She said as she yanked her hand free of his and took off faster than he could catch up to her. She wasn't used to trees and the like, but she still made her way through rather quickly and quietly, though not silently at all, just quiet enough to not have everyone know she was coming. Hopefully that wouldn't backfire on her too much.
She heard the fast progress of the hounds as they rushed through the trees ahead of her. Or she thought they were. She couldn't see much of anything, even after pushing her glasses back up her nose. She hung back a moment to see if they had seen her, but they had a scent they were after and she wasn't it.
She took after the noise, even if part of her was really wishing she wasn't so damn headstrong. This was going to get her into something dirty she was sure, but already there was no going back. She managed to stumble across, though distantly, she'd heard through the trees. Hanging back Helena pulled a blade from her boot, looking the scene over before she charged even more headlong in. She needed to do some sort of planning, even if it was half-assed and likely to only just avoid getting herself killed.
Well this is a bit of a clusterfuck, she thought as she watched the creatures she'd followed after be tossed about some without really seeming all that bothered by it. Slowly, she began to circle around towards what she could only assume were students, trying to get closer to them. If she was going to be using her fire, she didn't want to get them too. But coming at the enemy from behind had its advantages too.
There was so much blood, just everywhere. She didn't think she'd ever seen this much blood before in her life. Even when she'd been in a slaughter house it hadn't seemed this bad. Was this what she really wanted to get involved in? It was too late now though to think about such things. She was here and she was going to help. Or try to. Taking a deep breath, she stood more upright than she'd been, aimed, and tossed the blade at one of the beasts. It wouldn't kill anything, she was sure of that, but it would hurt and distract whatever it did manage to hit. Just hopefully not one of the people she was trying to help.
@May
Keri and Helena will get along very well may.
Haha good. Someone she can torment ;)
Also, update: nap didn't happen. I did get stuff for my quilt cut, but no writing as my toddler had my phone and hid it from me. But hey, it's 230 in the morning now and I'm wide awake because reasons.
Man it is not as easy jumping in mid scene when I've not written anything for quite awhile. Promise I'm almost done. Hopefully today's nap time will be fruitful.
Helena would probably be something tangy. Like a grapefruit or an orange. Sweet, yet packing a punch too.
I'm not for sure really. She's odd in general, but the sort of so odd she's normal. Anything others might consider odd is only because of life circumstances really. Like her love of art.
Biggest fear would definitely have to be losing her loved ones. Family is so important to her. She's already lost her mother so she knows how much it hurts and doesn't ever want to go through that again.
People who don't know how to listen. Doesn't matter if she's trying to teach them something or they won't take no for an answer. She hates having to repeat herself.
I have a few questions, since we're talking about PCs, and feel free to answer any of these:
If your character was a fruit, what would they be?
Character's most oddest personality trait?
Biggest fear?
Thing that annoys them the most?
Helena would probably be something tangy. Like a grapefruit or an orange. Sweet, yet packing a punch too.
I'm not for sure really. She's odd in general, but the sort of so odd she's normal. Anything others might consider odd is only because of life circumstances really. Like her love of art.
Biggest fear would definitely have to be losing her loved ones. Family is so important to her. She's already lost her mother so she knows how much it hurts and doesn't ever want to go through that again.
People who don't know how to listen. Doesn't matter if she's trying to teach them something or they won't take no for an answer. She hates having to repeat herself.
No, I'm pretty sure that it's March.
Hopefully will be up in the next day or two. So got like...a quarter of a post done. >.> Yay progress!
I'm...working on it? Lol Life sorta exploded on me this weekend. Got some real life projects that need seeing to. But as no one's waiting on me atm, thought I'd be alright to wait. I have read the last few posts though to see what was more directly going on. I should have a post up by some time this week though. Poke me if I don't though. Gently.
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