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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 15, 2015 8:00:51 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "Wha..." Mikhail stared at the scribbled letters and haphazard sketches. He held the paper almost gingerly, with the tips of his fingers, holding it out for Emilio to see. Wait. The script. Crooked lines seeming to shift, growing clear. "Ahead... run... slow... legs." What....? New drawings appeared. Half a corpse. Red X's. Mikhail and Emilio, splattered in blood... Some how the fact that his looked like a child's drawing made it all the more unsettling. Whose doing was this? Mikhail looked over his shoulder, looked up at the ceiling, half expecting to see someone hanging there, staring down... Mikhail shook his head. Never before had a mission given him such a creepy, eerie feeling. For a little while, with this unknown threat seeping through the maze around them, Mikhail forgot his antagonism for Emilio. Right now, they were just two partners... stuck in this same, sideways, screwed up world. "Don't drop it. Perhaps it will get us a way out of here." Mikhail nodded without speaking. Try to understand it... don't just let it frighten you... "Alright... this..." Mikhail pointed at the crinkled paper, "...this could be the corpse from earlier... we did get splattered in blood when the lizard threw it at us. Maybe it's showing us everything we've done from the moment we landed. Who knows what kind of spell was cast on this..." Staring at the paper, he muttered, "Or who cast it.""We can't leave. Not yet. We have to try and complete this mission." He didn't say this because he assumed Emilio was ducking out: it was just a statement of his own resolution. "Come on... we have to keep moving forward. Let's go." Folding the ugsome, gruesome paper into a square, Mikhail stepped slowly through the doorway. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Xemmy on May 15, 2015 8:44:53 GMT
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Amazingly enough, this door brings the two of you out of the tricky hallway. You're now in a medium sized circular room. It's practically empty except for a lone gaslamp in the corner. There's also three more doors in this room.
The left one is green, so is the middle, but the right one is blue. They're larger than the last doors.
In fact they look to be older as well. The paint on them is rather fresh though, It doesn't even really look dirty.
A faint sound of a pencil scratching at paper can be heard. It's coming from the strange piece of paper that was found earlier. More writing on it is clearer. Actually all but a few sentences here and there are legible.
The writing towards the top is as follows;
"Ruth is small, but agile. She runs faster than everyone else, always, always, always ahead.”
Next to it is now another drawing of what looks to be a porcelain doll. Dressed all in red. Even it's eyes seemed to be colored that way. Between that writing and the original drawings it says some more. Next to it is a drawing of the walker. Only it is colored in green.
“Gerard doesn't like to run, but can. He's not slow, but he's not fast either.”
Finally, towards the bottom of the page, next to the drawing of the half body and including the word legs more writing becomes legible. The parts of the drawing that aren't colored over in red are tinted a bluish gray.
“Benny doesn't have legs anymore. So he's farther behind than the rest~."
The new doors seemed to have triggered the paper's changes. There is definitely a connection between the two.
Bars slam down in front of the door the two of them entered from The only way out is through the new doors...Above said doors are the same bars. They'd probably slam down after you've chosen a route, meaning you only have one choice here. Choose wisely, and use all the hints you have.
((So you're at the first puzzle. If you need more hints just ask, okay? ))
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 16, 2015 8:32:28 GMT
 "More doors? Dammit..." Emilio said quite irritated as they walked into the next room. He scrunched up his nose as the bars fell down upon the door behind them. "Well then... Onward and upward I suppose." Hearing the little scribbly sounds Emilio watched as Mikhail unfolded the piece of paper to look at it properly. Emilio walked over and looked at it behind Mikhail's shoulder. It was certainly getting creepier by the second. Wait... A riddle... A RIDDLE? "I hate riddles.." He said rather blankly. Then he felt a wave of fear washing over him. One that caused him to want to glance behind his shoulder and hope that whatever it was that was watching them wasn't there. With that he backed away from Mikhail, a realization popping into his thoughts. Mikhail was afraid. But that wasn't the worse part. Emilio could feel his fear. No no no. Don't do that. Of course you had to choose right now to work didn't you. With that he flipped his hoodie up over his hair and eyes and walked over to take better look at the doors. "I say, if all else fails, choose the middle one." He said, in a rather light tone of voice. "Teachers always try to play the trick question. The right one is always the one in the middle." He was attempting to lighten the mood. It was not good that he was feeling mikhail's fear. He could already feel the change happening. He had to help Mikhail feel at least somewhat better. "Hey man, you think the kid who drew that is playing a trick question on us? Maybe he's related to Rose. That would be hilarious. It would be all his fault we're in this mess anyway." |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 16, 2015 8:52:38 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "More doors? Dammit...." Mikhail glanced back as the bars scraped and clattered down to the floor, cutting off their only exit. A scribbling noise made Mikhail's skin crawl. The paper... Eyes darting to and fro, he murmured a little as he worked out the riddle. Emphasis on colors... the drawings... different speeds. Half a man, like the corpse in the courtyard... No red door... Mikhail furrowed his brow, looking from the doors to the paper and back again. "I hate riddles." Emilio put up his hood, walked over to examine the doors. Mikhail didn't really hear the words: he was too deep in concentration. But Emilio's voice seemed to grow louder as his focus broke. "I say, if all else fails, choose the middle one. Teachers always try to play the trick question. The right one is always the one in the middle." A little annoyed, Mikhail didn't reply. Shifting his weight, he folded one arm. Rubbed his chin. Looked back at the paper.
"Hey man, you think the kid who drew that is playing a trick question on us?" (Mikhail frowned) "Maybe he's related to Rose. That would be hilarious. It would be all his fault we're in this mess anyway."
"Shut up a minute! I'm trying to think." After another minute or two of tense silence, Mikhail folded the paper. Moving quick, he joined Emilio at the doors. "Okay... I think we need to take the door on the far left. As far as I can tell, each door corresponds with a possible threat... and - well, the short version is, the green door on the left is the safest... it should be the safest..." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 17, 2015 8:48:31 GMT
"Shut up a minute! I'm trying to think." Emilio raised his eyebrow but didn't turn in his direction or speak another word. He even got more annoyed. The fear didn't dissipate. That was a problem. Things would get bad if Mikhail couldn't control his fear and Emilio couldn't control his darkness. Then Mikhail came and walked over to stand beside him. His voice was uncertain, but Emilio couldn't argue with him. He didn't care very much about which door they went into. "Okay... I think we need to take the door on the far left. As far as I can tell, each door corresponds with a possible threat... and - well, the short version is, the green door on the left is the safest... it should be the safest..." Lio glanced in Mikhail's direction, his eyes already changing a shaded yellow. But he held it back. The darkness inside of him fought hard, but he fought even harder. "Dude, just pick a door. If the left one is the one you want to go into then lets just go." He paused for a moment and then said, "Look, we both want to finish this mission. But we can't do that if we're too worried about who's after us or what we're going to face. This place has proven to be freaky and creepy already. Just... Lets hold on to the expectation that it may get worse or continue to be like this. If it gets too bad, I'm pulling us out, whether you like it or not. But if this... Kid continues get into our heads, then it'll lead us off track. We need to keep our hearts set on that Keyhole." Emilio was serious. He didn't like Mikhail all that much. But that didn't mean he hated him. Just meant he was a pampered jerk with a smart head on his shoulders. If Emilio had to pull him out to protect the both of them, then he would. He didn't care how mad Mikhail would be about that. He didn't even care if Mikhail saw him as a leader or not. If he had to pull them out because it got too much for them both to handle.. He would have no problem grabbing the other boy and leaving. However, he knew this wasn't going to get easy. He wanted to beat this mission too with everything he was. It would prove them both better Keybladers. He was the first one to walk up to the door to show his dedication. Mikhail had chosen the left. So he opened the green door on the far left and swung the door open. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 18, 2015 0:35:02 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "Dude, just pick a door. If the left one is the one you want to go into then lets just go." Fair enough. They couldn't spend all night here anyway. Briefly, Mikhail wondered if this labyrith remained in darkness, light Traverse Town. Then Emilio spoke again. "Look, we both want to finish this mission. But we can't do that if we're too worried about who's after us or what we're going to face. This place has proven to be freaky and creepy already. Just... Lets hold on to the expectation that it may get worse or continue to be like this... if this... Kid continutes to get into our heads, then it'll lead us off track. We need to keep our hearts set on that Keyhole."Once again, Emilio's attitude grated on Mikhail. Even so. Emilo had spoken nothing but the truth. They were keybladers. It was their responsibility to run toward the dangers that everyone else fled from. As unsettling as this place was, as disturbing as the paper had been, Mikhail wouldn't allow it to keep him from pressing on. From the day he set out for the Land of Departure, Mikhail had been determined: fear would never control him again. Emilio approached the green door, shiny with new-looking paint, and opened it. Mikhail followed just a step behind. Without a word, he looked over Emilio's shoulder, calm and ready for whatever lay beyond. At least... as ready as he could be in this erratic, twisted place. "if this... Kid continues to get into our heads, then it'll lead us off track..."Quickly, Mikhail's thoughts flickered to Nagi. That dream... it had seemed so real... Was this all just an illusion? An elaborate mind game? MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Xemmy on May 18, 2015 5:20:01 GMT
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Bars went down over the other two doors. Locking in the choice. The room the door leads into is dark. Too dark to see, stepping father in is impossible. Even if the bars hadn't come down, there was no way to escape that choice.
As soon as the door is opened the floor falls away. The door falls as well, the walls in here are too sleek to hold on to. There's no escape from the fall.
It's dark and it feels as though some sort of force is dragging the two of them down harder. The light above quickly shrinking.
When the ground meets them the opening is the size of a small box of crayons.
This fall has the strength of three rather hard attacks. Emilio seems to have taken the brunt of it since he opened the wrong door.
They are now in a much smaller room. it's all stone and earth. The only entrance is where you came in. The hole in the far off ceiling. Though as your eyes adjust, there seems to be a tunnel in the right hand corner. It looks as though some sort of animal made it. A large man could fit in it if he were to crawl.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 18, 2015 8:27:01 GMT
 Right as he stepped into the door he knew what was going to happen and he reached behind him in that split second and grabbed ahold of Mikhail's shirt. It didn't do much to change the inevitable. Only made the inevitable quicker. All the air was taken from his chest and his heart dropped below his feet as he realized what was happening. They were falling. He went to grab his staff, but couldn't get it in time. He did the stupid thing and lifted his hands in front of him as he fell to the ground. SNAP! Went his ankle and he screamed in pain. Then BAMB! came Mikhail down onto his back. And lastly, SNAP, SNAP! Went both his wrists as they landed on the ground, his face hitting the floor. He let out a short grunt that was cut off by loosing all the air in his lungs. I'm going to die! he thought, panicking from the thought as he hit the floor. The last thing Emilio heard before blacking out was CRUNCH! And he felt excruciating pain in his chest before the darkness filled his consciousness. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 18, 2015 9:50:16 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail looked out into the room and saw black. An open hole below thier feet. Then his eyes' widened as he saw Emilio falling, turning. He felt his shirt tighten as Emilio gripped it, then his head jerked back as the sudden weight dragged him down, down, down into the dark. No time to react. No time to do anything. Mikhail felt his stomach seem to disappear with the queasy sensation of falling. His throat tightened. The wrong door... they were going to die... Terror flooded his body, icy cold. It was hard to keep his eyes open. Emilio hit first. Mikhail was almost on top of him when it happened. He could only dimly see the ground itself. SNAP. SNAP. SNAP Mikhail tried. He tried to land on his own feet. To keep himself from slamming into Emilio. With a sickening crack, Mikhail felt his ankle give way, and he fell forward, landing across Emilio's back. Later on, reliving it, he swore he could feel Emilo's ribs break. Bloody streaks slicked the ground as Mikhail landed on his palms. Tumbled forward. Then, suddenly... CRASH! An ripping, rending noise filled the air. Mikhail felt something thick and jagged punch into his side. White-hot pain sliced through him, and he cried out. Something thick and heavy struck him in the back of the head. His vision errupted into splatters of crimson. Then Mikhail lay still, the remnants of the shattered door he chose scattered on the cold stone. When Mikhail came to, the first thing he knew was pain. Searing pain in his ankle, in his side. Groaning, Mikhail lay still for a moment. He couldn't... couldn't remember what had happened... Slowly, he raised himself onto his elbows, gasping a little. Something heavy slid onto the ground. Looking back to see what it was didn't work. His head throbbed when he turned it. Sitting up took too much effort: nausea washed over Mikhail in waves. Half-dry blood coated the back of his neck. A thick piece of wood stuck into his side: not deep, but thick and jagged. Coughing, dry-heaving, all Mikhail wanted was to sleep. To curl up, press his arms against his stomach and sleep. But there was something important... Emilio... they were... supposed to do something important. Emilio. "Emilio!" Mikhail leaned over his partners' limp body. The boy lay face down. Wrists and ankles at odd angles. Still. Cold. Shards of wood scattered all around. In his normal state, Mikhail would have checked Emilio for a pulse. Right now, his mind was in a fog. "Emilio? Emilio? Oh gods... he's dead..." Falling back, Mikhail struggled to breathe, the blood draining from his face. Putting a trembling hand to his forehead, he stared at the body. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 19, 2015 7:00:06 GMT
The darkness.... It was so enticing. So gentle. Like he could just stay here forever and not have to worry about a single thing ever again. The pain was gone, his conscience clear. He hadn't felt like this in so many years. For so long he had lived in a constant fear. His mind confused from being darkened for so long. It was very peaceful until the flashbacks started to plague his mind. One after another in sequence. Starting from his childhood. His parents. He saw his parents in the first one. Then they were gone. Each memory was about when he'd had terrible dreams. Having woken up in cold sweat each time, it was the progression of how he copped. "MOM! MOMMY! The monster's gonna get me! The monster! It wants to eat me!"
"Mom?! Dad?! MOOM! DAAD! Where are you?! I'm scared! Mommy! Daddy! Please! Please help me!"
"Master? Master! They're so dark and scary... Please! Please take them away from me!"
"I have them every night! What do you mean ignore them!? Kinda hard to ignore when they won't go away!"
"Um... I guess it was cool... I'm getting used to them I suppose. I don't like them, but there isn't anything I can do about that. Is there?"
"Don't be stupid! I love them! Their awesome!"
"They've gotten worse... I can't control them and... I'm struggling between enjoyment and absolute terror. Its a pain to fall asleep every night, because I don't get any rest. Whats the point of sleeping if I don't get rest Rose?" "Emilio? Emilio? Oh gods... he's dead..." His world flashed and his sight began to clear. As he opened his eyes he felt not only heavy pain all throughout his body, but also a tremendous fear. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't his own. Emilio groaned in deep pain. He really wished Mikhail would get ahold of himself. The worst part was, he was on his stomach, he couldn't move, and his hands were absolutely useless. "Mi... Mikhail..." He said in a very week tone of voice, as if there was no breath in his lungs to speak any louder. He was exhausted. But there would be no sleep, he was in too much pain to do that. So much so, that he realized that his cheeks were soaking wet. Oh yeah, and the fact was, looking at Mikhail now, he was entirely in the hands of his rival. Whether that meant Mikhail would ditch him, or actually help him depended entirely on what happened in the next ten minutes. "Mikhail... Are you... Alright?" Every breath hurt, badly. He could feel each of the ribs that were broken in his chest. It wasn't a pretty sight, I can tell you that much. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 19, 2015 10:22:43 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain This... this is my fault... my fault... Rose... help me. He couldn't even remember why. All Mikhail knew was that Emilio was dead because of him. Something had gone wrong. The door, scattered in fragments around him. Something about the door. He remembered bars coming down... And a paper... Standing on the edge, falling down, down, down into a well... A low groan broke Mikhail's disjointed thoughts. Looking back at Emilio through parted fingers, Mikhail held his breath. Listening. "Mi... Mikhail..." "Emilio!" Crawling forward on his hands and knees, wincing as his raw palms pressed down on shards of wood, he could see that Emilo's eyes had opened. "Mikhail... Are you.... Alright?" " I'm alright," he lied. Relief flooded through him: cool and sweet like autumn air. Suddenly, it was little easier to see. The act of crawling just a few feet proved to be more taxing than expected. A wave of nausea hit him: Mikhail closed his eyes and hung his head until it passed. "Something struck me... I... I... can't think." Mikhail tried to downplay his own injuries, but Emilio did need to know this much. Of course, the fact that the chunk of wood in his side was clearly visible didn't even occur to him. Coughing again, Mikhail eased himself onto the ground, then reached into a pouch on his belt. X-potion. Emilio had taken the worst of this fall: Mikhail did know that much. Gripping the small vial of cut glass tight in one hand, Mikhail drew himself into a kneeling position. Blinking slowly, he looked at the weird angles in the other keybladers' ankle and wrists. "I... need to set your bones. But I can't do it with you on your stomach... your spine... is it... broken?" MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 19, 2015 20:40:53 GMT
"I'm Alright," Liar.... But he didn't say anything about it. Right now was not the time to get Mikhail riled up. "Something struck me... I... I... can't think." Well that made sense. He probably had a concussion from the fall. He was surprised that he himself didn't. Cause his head and his back were the two places that weren't in excruciating pain. The reason he couldn't move was because he had no energy and because his hands couldn't move. Not to mention, it was a pain to simply breath. Stupid... Why hadn't he opened the middle door? Why had he just gone for the door that Mikhail had chosen? He should have just trusted his own instinct. "I... need to set your bones. But I can't do it with you on your stomach... your spine... is it... broken?" Was his spine broken? He didn't think so... Thank whatever skies above for that. He'd rather not live that way for the rest of his life. He would absolutely hate it. "No..." He said softly. There wasn't much else he could say. Especially with the inability to breath. "Be... Careful..."He really didn't want to get worse, if Mikhail was rough with his body... It was gonna hurt like hell just to be gentle with his body. Right now the pain was enough for him to take simply because he wasn't moving. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 20, 2015 0:46:06 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain This was going to hurt. Pressure on those broken ribs - any movement at all - would cause excruciating pain. All Mikhail could do was try to keep Emilio's bones from jostling. With as much care and gentleness as he could, Mikhail turned Emilio over. The strain in his side was almost unbearable: biting into his lip, Mikhail said nothing. He merely focused on easing the other keyblader onto his back . Forcing himself into a clearer state of mind, Mikhail tended to Emilio's wounds. Basic knowledge of how to treat wounds in the field was a standard part of a keybladers' apprenticeship. Mikhail had insisted on more extensive training (though by no means comprehensive). Working steadily, as quickly as he could without making things worse, Mikhail spoke quietly to Emilio, to keep the other keyblader calm and offer some distraction from the pain. Sometimes, the words didn't make sense. Mikhail didn't even know the difference. Cradling Emilio's head, Mikhail gave him the vial of potion. Feeling strangely light-headed, he felt the empty vial slip from his fingers. Something clattered, chimed like a small bell. Eyes half-closed, Mikhail's face took on an empty, vacant expression as everything got dimmer... and dimmer... MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 20, 2015 8:51:58 GMT
Being turned onto his back was extremely painful, to the point where Emilio had to hold his tongue and bite his lip because he didn't want to scream. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he let out any sudden noises they might get attacked by someone. But there was a fresh set of tears the streamed down his cheeks from the corner of his eyes. The pain from the setting was even worse. He couldn't help but grunt and whine every time Mikhail had to set something that was broken. Lio could barely feel his hands and foot afterward. He still couldn't move them. Mikhail then picked up the vial of liquid and began to feed it to Emilio. There were a few moments of the x-potion going through his lips, but then something felt strange as the vial began to tip. Taking as much of it in as possible the potion finally fell to the ground. Confusion gripped at Emilio as he heard the vial drop and his sweatshirt get wet with the rest of the potion. Dammit! he thought as he turned his head towards Mikhail who was inconveniently tipping toward the floor. "Mik... Mikhail!" He said, but had very little time to check him as the X-potion began to work healing his broken bones. He gasped and then held his breath as the process quickened. For several moments it was like this. The pain of the healing being almost unbearable. Finally when it was done, or almost done, Emilio stayed on the ground for a couple seconds, trying to recuperate himself. But he didn't have much time. He had to look at Mikhail and make sure he was going to survive. Forcing himself to sit up, Emilio moved himself over to where Mikhail lay unconscious. He winced at the sudden growing head ache and the ghost pain that still haunted his wrists, ankle, and ribs. Leaning over Mikhail he noticed the Large shank from the door frame that was sticking out of his side. Emilio swallowed hard. Blood stained the shirt and the area around it. He would have to take it out before giving Mikhail a potion, but he worried about the blood loss. How much blood would Mikhail loose before he could get the medicine into his system? He then glanced at Mikhail's ankle. Another broken bone. But this time on Mikhail instead of him. "C'mon man, You better work with me easy. Its going to be a pain if you struggle and cause trouble." Thank goodness he was passed out, but he imagined that it wouldn't be for long as he began to ready him for healing. Taking on the ankle first, he quickly set it right. Swift and focused. Normally, most people would have thrown up at the sound of it, but Emilio was used to it. Nightmares and Dreams of this kind of thing was very common for Emilio sadly. At the setting, Mikhail gasped and let loose a small whine, but didn't wake. Then he slipped out the second x-potion from within Mikhail's bag. He was upset about this, but the strongest he himself had currently was a mega-elixir. He wanted to save this just incase something really bad happened. Uncorking the small bottle Emilio opened it, opened Mikhail's mouth and forcefully made him drink the x-potion. Moving quickly he set down the vial and grabbed hold of the piece of wood. In one swift movement he pulled it out of Mikhail's side. Blood splurtted from the wound, but it quickly began to close itself up. In the mean time Mikhail woke with a sudden intake of breath. His eyes were wild and his body clenched up as the potion did its work to heal him. Emilio couldn't look away. There were two parts to the story. The first was his concern for Mikhail, his Mission partner. The second was his darkened hunger. The pain that Mikhail was in, brought a strange joy that he had felt so many times before when watching those he'd tortured scream in horror. But he forced himself not to change. Once the potion was done with its work, Mikhail was almost incomprehensible with shock. The things he said were irrelevant and made absolutely no sense to Emilio. He began to stand up and apologize to Emilio over and over again. Emilio had to pull him back down and bring him over to the wall so that he could sit and calm down. The strangest part was the fact that he had to whisper calm things to the boy. Comforting was definitely NOT Emilio's thing. He was very bad at it. But he managed to calm Mikhail down enough that the boy would stay sitting by the wall quietly. "The X-potion should heal your concussion soon, just sit here and relax." Then he sighed and sat against the wall beside him, leaning his head back in complete exhaustion. Just relax Emilio, you'll get your strength back. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 20, 2015 10:47:30 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain When Emilio pulled the hunk of wood from Mikhail's side, the shock and pain of it was so intense it jarred him into consciousness. He woke up gasping, eyes wide. Mikhail couldn't control his body's reaction to the pain. His hands curled into fists, nails biting into skin. His muscles clenched tight. Nothing made sense. Every thought drifted through his mind like a voices through a wall: indistinct and warped. He could see a little white box floating far overhead. Shining like a light: hurting his eyes. Somebody knelt over him. Silhouette. Light coming down through white hair. A quick memory in blurred colors faded in and out of view. Axel, one hand against Mikhail's head. Bruises from a long fall. Tough it out, Mikki-boy. His arms wrapped around Axel's neck, riding home on brothers' back.
The X-potion spread through his body, healing in minutes what the body only could have done in weeks. The pain of long recovery, too, seemed to be condensed into a few moments. Blood loss. Broken bones. The fall. It all took it's toll. Looking close, even in the dark, Emilio could have seen Mikhail's pupils widen until his irises were little more than thin purple rings. Broken thoughts spilled out in broken phrases. Mikhail was almost a bystander as his confused mind let the words fall: i'm sorry , my fault, Emilio, you were dead. i'm sorry, so sorry. White roses. He promised. Can't come home. Too dark when you sleep. Lock it... you have to lock the door... the latch twists sideways.
Mikhail could feel Emilio pull him down, lean him against the wall. Eyes still wide, the boy grabbed his shoulders, staring at Emilio with an almost frightened look. His confusion and panic had to stop. So Emilio started to talk. Mikhail couldn't really understand the words (they sounded like gibberish), but the comforting, low sound began to calm him down. "The X-potion should heal your concussion soon, just sit here and relax." Mikhail closed his eyes. The sound of his deep gasps for breath slowed. Quieted. A calm settled over the base of that deep shaft. Tired silence after the struggle and chaos of a few moments before. Both keybladers were exhausted, and it took some time for them to gain a little of their strength back. After a while, Mikhail opened his eyes. It was like waking up after a nightmare. The shadow of something eerie, something bad lingered. But you couldn't really remember what had happened or what went wrong. Gingerly, Mikhail raised himself into a sitting position. No pain. He tried rolling his ankle. Not even a twinge. Rubbing his hand across his face, Mikhail drew it away wet with tears and sweat. Ugh. Now it was all coming back to him: the child's drawing, the riddle, the fall. He remembered giving Emilio the potion... abd nothing after that. Must have blacked out. Glancing over to the side, he could see Emilio resting against the wall. This time, no one could doubt it. He'd be dead if it wasn't for Emilio. Leaning back against the slick stone wall, Mikhail let his eyelids fall. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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