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Post by phellan on Nov 15, 2009 15:19:50 GMT -6
Phellan heard someones foot steps in the sand as he quickly placed his hand on his sword's hilt and opened his eyes, Ready to defend himself. He only saw Ayvajin walking over to him though. He sighed and released his grip on the sword hilt and closed his eyes again even though he could feel her standing near him. He frowned when she offered her help to heal the wound but knew the cloth wouldn't last it, just slow the bleeding down. "I'd appreciate that." he said kindly and non icy and viciously. He sat up and opened his eyes as he took off his cloak and removed his shoulder piece of leather armor along with the cloth wrapped around the wound.
The wound stopped in his shoulder and that only meant the bullet was still in his shoulder. He looked around the beach, Cautiously, now that his armor was off. "Bullets really hurt." was all he muttered.
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Post by Ayvajin on Nov 15, 2009 16:13:10 GMT -6
Ayvajin knelt beside the soulstealer on the side where he had been injured. She gently touched his shoulder, examining it with her eyes and gentle magical impulses that allowed her to know exactly where the bullet was.
“It may hurt a bit,” she told him, her voice soft as she allowed her hand to hover over the hole in his shoulder. Her hand moved toward him as if a ghost tool was going into his shoulder. She slowly moved her hand away from him as if the tool had taken hold of the bullet and now was slowly removing it from his shoulder. The sensation would feel like pulling with a bit of pain.
When the bullet was out, the necromancer allowed it to fall to the ground before pressing her hand against the wound. Her hand began to give a white glow as her magic worked into his shoulder and healed it. |
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Post by phellan on Nov 15, 2009 18:07:03 GMT -6
Phellan stood still as he felt the bullet being tugged out of his shoulder. He was expecting it to hurt much more then what it really did. He watched the bullet fall to the ground as it nested it self in the sand. Phallen smiled lightly when his shoulder was healed and he put his shoulder armor back on along with his cloak. He laid back down in the sand, His eyes were open though and they were looking at the necromancer.
"Why did you heal me?" he asked curiously. He was thankful for being healed though but he had just finished arguing with her. Also he had just eaten some ones soul and killed his body along with paralyzed others. He closed his eyes and his face became emotionless. "Thank you."
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Post by Ayvajin on Nov 15, 2009 18:16:08 GMT -6
Ayvajin sat back in the sand, relaxing a bit as she felt another gust of a warm breeze float over her face. “You were injured,” the necromancer said in response. “When someone is injured, I heal them. It is that simple, really. Good, evil, neutral, I heal them all. It does not matter if you are one of my companions or one of my enemies.”
She sent the soulstealer a kind smile. Truly, the necromancer did not believe in hatred and the like. She was completely against war. She knew that it could be dangerous to simply heal a person off of the street, but she did not care. She still had faith in the world.
“There is no reason to thank me.” |
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Post by phellan on Nov 15, 2009 18:35:43 GMT -6
Phellan laughed as he sat up and let his grey flecked eyes study her facial expression. "I thank you because it's proper and most people wouldn't give a dam to someone injured in these times." his voice was become coming icy again and his old expression was coming back to him. "That's not always wise though, What if i attacked you right now? It would be you fault for healing me as you have already done so." Phellan smirked and laid back down, his eyes still searching her facial expression. "I wouldn't attack you though, it would be unfair and unworthy to attack someone who's had no quarrel with me on purpose." He flexed his fingers out in front of himself then returned them back to the ground.
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Post by Ayvajin on Nov 15, 2009 18:53:44 GMT -6
“And if you attacked me, I would be able to defend myself,” Ayvajin said, eyebrow raised. “I do not think you have sized me up accurately, yet. I am more than positive that I could take you on. I am much stronger than my age or appearance tells.”
The necromancer flashed him a smile before letting her eyes drift out toward the ocean. “I do not fear anyone as it is,” she continued on. “I have healed so many people, and they tend to show gratitude instead of hostility. I have been able to figure out what to expect from people.”
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Post by phellan on Nov 15, 2009 19:00:59 GMT -6
Phellan laughed again. "Your mistaken. I do not underestimate you or any one, i over estimate them." He took his eyes off of her face and looked back to the bar's and inn's. "It would be bad for any mercenary or Pirate to underestimate their foes." He then smirked. "Tell me something though, am i truly like other people?" Their was fake curiosity in his tone for he expected her answer. He then sighed and started wondering if he could get his next to kills in one try, Two bounties for one bullet, that sounded nice and cheap.
His robe fluttered around as a gust of warm air caressed the beach and all of the island. It brought the smell of the fruit trees in the forest and the sounds of the nocturnal animals to the beach.
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Post by Ayvajin on Nov 16, 2009 12:22:37 GMT -6
“You are simply a soulstealer,” the necromancer said, observing him with a raised eyebrow. “What more are to be, besides all of your titles? Truly, everyone is the same when you get right down to the core. We are living, breathing creatures. Perhaps, you should make the intentions of your question a bit clearer.”
Ayvajin looked back out to the dark water, listening to the waves crash upon the beach. She treated everyone the same, more or less. She looked upon Phellan like she looked upon everyone else in the street. He was just a person with his on intentions. |
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Post by phellan on Nov 16, 2009 15:13:27 GMT -6
Phellan sighed and clicked his tongue on his teeth. "Your being very scientific when your talking of every ones core." He propped himself up on his arms and looked out towards the ocean. "Every one is different in the core but their are main groups people can be classified in. There's jumpers who have the will to start things but get scared half way through. There's also Liquids who constantly change what they truly are so they match other people and fit in with them. There's much more groups then the two i mentioned though and each person belongs in one." He looked now to the forest and sighed. He never understood people who were more scientific and tried knowing everything when a lot of things weren't meant to be known, they actually frustrated him to a point.
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Post by Ayvajin on Nov 16, 2009 22:44:05 GMT -6
“But deep down we are all the same. We are beings created by the gods. We go through life together until we finally reach our end. We then go off to paradise to be with the gods and the goddesses. We may have different intentions. We may have different ideas on the world, but in the end, we are all the same. Which is why I treat everyone how I do.”
Ayvajin sent the soulstealer a smile. “This is just how I look at the world.” Her views were rather influenced by the first necromancer who she had spent many times together and had many conversations with him. |
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Post by phellan on Nov 17, 2009 4:42:58 GMT -6
Phellan nodded as he listened to her speak. "You're a radical believer then, no offense but that is how i and probably some others view you." He smiled at her but it wasn't a hundred percent real, he never could do truly real smiles no matter how hard he tried.
he enjoyed talking to this necromancer but he needed to get his crew back to the ship before any of them could really hurt themselves. He stood up as he put his hood on and bowed to the necromancer. "It was nice meeting and talking to you, may the gods and goddess's bless your future and present." He thought a religious person would want a religious farewell.
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