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Who: Eris and Franken-Kain
When: Does it matter?
What: A rabid little plot bunny that sprang into random RP. A young girl is trapped in a dangerous place and isn't sure why but she needs a protector.

Her shaking fingers felt along the cold armor plates of the man she'd tripped over. A body, what else could it be in a place like this? It seemed a trap; a terrible place created just to tear at the mind and to destroy the body. She'd been taken from her bed, and in other circumstance she'd have pitied those who took her.

Her family was not one to anger and they'd tear worlds apart to find her...but little good that did her here and now, defenseless and alone in the twisting, winding stone rooms that led randomly into danger or clinical, safe boxes for a bit of rest. She was no warrior, no fighter, she was a student! One of her father's aides! And death...

...oh death frightened her. Her family was taught and raised to understand that they were tied to forces in strange ways, that every child would express unique and uncanny gifts and to never be afraid, because fear let powers destroy little girls and boys. Still, where her sisters could fly, or paint rainbows in the sky, and her brothers could dance with fire or or turn their limbs to metal...

...well, she brought back the dead. Sort of. She hadn't wanted their pet to be dead and so it wasn't. She was too young to know that the dog wasn't just playing when it died, and it was a perfectly lively dog when she was nearby. It was when she was away at school or shopping with her mother that the corpse showed it's true state. That the dog whimpered and whined in pain it couldn't escape from.

It was a dog, it loved her, even when it knew things weren't right and it took months for her family to convince her that she was doing wrong somehow. That had scarred her. She'd promised to never do it again. Her power wasn't one that anyone should have to suffer through and so she'd avoided tombs and graveyards, shied away from topics of the dead until turning fifteen and getting...taken. And here she was, blood slowly dripping down her cheek from a cut she'd taken and hands on a corpse once more.

Heaven help her.

"Please...I'm sorry. I need help." And she let the power free.

Date: 2013-04-01 05:26 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (dead)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
The corpse had been laying there for a while, already cold with a distinct paleness in the skin. It would have remained laying at peace for the rest of time, undisturbed at the slow decay into nothing but bones.

But in the moment that power overcame him, everything changed dramatically.

The armored man stirred very suddenly. He opened his eyes, his expression one of complete shock as his mind worked to process what he was experiencing right now. He remembered all too well what had become of him, the pain of death not far from his senses. But this... this was something else entirely...

Date: 2013-04-01 06:32 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (ow...)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
As life returned, the jumble of thoughts in his head became more clear, a reversal of the dying process in many ways. He was... Kain. Kain Highwind. Yes. And he'd died. He should still be dead right now- some instinct told him that he'd had plenty of time to adjust to that state. This was no Life spell or phoenix down, things which repaired a person's fatal wounds right after they happened. No. This was the return of a soul that had crossed over and settled on that other side.

He held his hands up for a moment, fixated on the remarkable process of his skin turning back to the warmth and color of life.

Something was wrong though. He couldn't place it- other than the obvious of him not belonging among the living. It wasn't anything he could see or even technically feel. But still.

"What have you done?"

yay, icon! very nice, seems fitting! <3

Date: 2013-04-02 05:09 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (brood)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
The conflict remained inside Kain, a feeling that he was being pulled in two directions. A feeling... that he didn't belong. He was out of place, out of step with his own physical self. Even something as simple as continuing to breathe surprised him as if it were new to him.

He felt uncomfortable at the obvious upset emotions. "Just tell me... why? What do you need from me? And... how did you..."

This shouldn't be possible, he was sure of it. Memories of excruciating pain kept flashing through his mind.

Date: 2013-04-04 05:08 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (moody and broody)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
It's not as if he'd wanted to die in the first place, of course... but once it had happened, and was all done and over with, he'd simply... adjusted. Returning from that felt so strange to him. He looked at her, trying to recall where they must be, vague memories of what he'd been doing before he'd been attacked.

"There are things here which can undoubtedly harm and kill." And now to guide her out of this. It seemed a perilous task, yet one which perhaps he should accept. He didn't know his place in the world anymore. He was out of step and balance. A purpose would do him well.

"That's some power you possess... to restore life to one who's been a while dead, without turning them into an undead..." He'd encountered plenty of zombies, Scarmiglione's unnaturally raised creatures.

Date: 2013-04-07 02:26 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (k)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Not alive. The revelation should have alarmed him maybe, but instead it all made a certain sense to Kain. He didn't feel the same exactly as he had before. It was close, close enough he could almost believe that he was back among the living... but no. He was still a dead man, a body tricked into the semblance of life. And he knew he could never return to true life. This was his fate.

"Then what will become of me the further I go away? Will I return to... how I just was?"

A distressing thought, surely, but he'd rather know just in case. So he'd know what to expect if they ended up separated sometime.

Date: 2013-04-07 11:53 pm (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (ow...)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain shudders a little, not quite able to repress his disturbed reaction toward the notion. Not that it sounds much different from the state he was just in, he reminds himself, and should be in still. But when he was fully dead he didn't have to- to be aware of his own self decaying away. He hadn't been able to feel pain or anything else.

"Almost worse than being a zombie," he remarked, not at all eager to test it out, but fearing that it was bound to happen at some point anyway. "I'll take caution to avoid it if I can."

Date: 2013-04-10 02:16 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (moody and broody)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
A terrifying idea, to think of himself as now being something... not quite human. It was a close resemblance, truly, but he couldn't shake the feeling now of knowing what he really was... a thing of nightmares, the living dead. He dreaded the experience that he knew would inevitably happen.

But even then... even then he was still a knight deep down. Still one to see a task through once it was started. He felt responsible for her protection, somehow.

"No... not yet. I'll help you find your way, whatever it is you need. Then when my task is complete, and you're safe... then you may return me to my rest."

To where he belonged. To the silence, the lack of pain once more, to his death yet again. Kain had no delusions about his position. His was a life that had ended, and he had no place among the true living.

Date: 2013-04-11 06:53 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (peace will not come)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain dreaded what "too much" might entail. Surely he could endure even such a nightmare should it befall him. Surely. He was strong, and would face whatever it was with determination.

"Ah... I don't know if I have much that could help..." He being absolutely no healer and not one to carry much even for his own sake. Though he managed to tear off some cloth after a moment from what he had on him. It wasn't much but... "Will this do?"

Date: 2013-04-13 06:46 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (frowny frown)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"Then you should have raised a healer and not me." It probably sounded harsh, but it was the truth, and Kain was definitely the last one anyone in a group would go to for such help. He at least made the effort to help, however inexpert and clumsy that attempt was. "I may have a potion left... that should help better than I can."

Date: 2013-04-15 05:32 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (brooding)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"No, I apologize, you're right... you couldn't have known." He just didn't like that he felt rather useless in such situations. Give him an enemy to physically fight and stab any day and he could understand that.

He felt for his items, not having had much left on him... but one potion. It wouldn't have helped him, not after being so fatally injured... maybe prolonged his suffering a few moments longer, but that was it. "They help to heal injuries, but they've only the strength for minor wounds. Still, it may hold off the bleeding some."

Date: 2013-04-17 04:58 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (never back down)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"Who... or what... is following you?" Kain had to know for certain what they might be up against. He still wasn't sure quite how much time had passed. But it had been a dangerous area when he'd arrived here, and remained the same he assumed.

Finally getting out the potion he handed it to her. "It should ease the pain as well." It was nothing like what the white mages could do, but still, better than nothing.

Date: 2013-04-19 06:03 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (ready to fall)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"Either is fine. Pouring it tends to be a very direct way of getting its effects." As he himself had found out in a place long ago and far removed from here, thanks to an ally splashing him with a potion.

Kain glanced up and looked around just to keep an eye on things. He knew he'd have to remain wary. He couldn't make the same mistakes that had put him in his grave. "I can handle those enemies should they emerge yet again."

Date: 2013-04-21 07:55 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (don't look back)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"It should be fine for the time being..." He was trying to keep an eye out and pay attention for any signs of an ambush, so far it seemed they were as safe as one could be in this place. Frowning, now he turned his attention to looking around for any sort of change to the hallways.

He thought back to when he'd first come here, to the things he'd seen and encountered before all went wrong. "...yes... I believe it's something in the nature of this place..."

Date: 2013-04-24 05:07 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (hunter)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"I was here several days, perhaps a little over a week's time. It wasn't long. But I was managing well until... it happened." It had turned from a great challenge into the most desperate battle of his life, one which ultimately cost him everything. Still, thinking about it now, Kain supposes it was the way he'd have wanted to go- a warrior's death.

Date: 2013-04-25 05:11 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (brood)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"It's fine." It was a strange thing for him still to come to terms with, the fact that he'd died, and now returned to life. Almost life. Certainly so close he wouldn't know the difference, for the time being at least.

"It seems that we don't. I assume... or at least I hope that it hasn't been so long that much has changed. I don't know how long I was... laying there."

He glanced up in the direction of the sound. "Yes, we'd better move onward."

Date: 2013-04-27 11:13 pm (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (guilty by design)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
It was so strange to Kain, because to him it was as if there'd been no passage of time at all. He recalls still that last pained thought and the final sensations of a fading consciousness. Then nothing. And that was the peace of death, he supposed, nothing that he could recall of any sort of afterlife beyond that. Maybe he wasn't meant to recall it though.

"A few weeks, then not much will have altered too dramatically from that time."

Kain glanced in that direction, trying to remember the details of when he'd wandered this place. "Then we'll go that way... though we'll want to take caution. I can protect you."

Date: 2013-05-01 02:21 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (my lance is bigger than yours)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Some part of Kain still wanted to go back, he would readily admit. Someday he would, because it was where he belonged now. But... well... he had a purpose to serve, first, getting her out of here.

"Don't strain yourself if it's too much. I should be able to handle this. I'll see that you return to safety."

Once a knight, always one, and he took his duties like this very seriously.

awww oh no! hope you feel better!

Date: 2013-05-07 06:21 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (honor)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain moved along at a quick pace, not sparing any moments that might let things catch up with them.

"I'm a dragoon, and you've brought me among the living for a purpose." It was something which probably would never go away entirely- that he considered himself something apart from the "living." His soul, his essence, whatever it was, had been gone for quite some time. "I always keep my word and my purpose."

Or he tried to anyway. He'd done some dishonorable things in his past, but he always felt remorse for them later. He always did what he could to make amends.

aww good!

Date: 2013-05-11 10:41 pm (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (peace will not come)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
It was a lot closer to living than where he'd just been, really...

"We used to ride dragons at one time... but we haven't since my father's generation." He sounded a bit regretful about that. The memory of how his father's dragon had failed without him, of caring for her as much as he could, was one that would never leave Kain's mind.

Kain listened intently, keeping watch in the direction of the sound, moving to place himself in front of her. He would do what he'd sworn he would and offer protection.

Date: 2013-05-24 06:08 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (spear pointing)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
"There are still dragons, but the line of dragons that allied with us has been gone for a while-" Not since his father's generation, really, had they paired with dragoons. It was unfortunate that so much had changed...

But, there was no time to dwell upon it as the creature attacked. Immediately, Kain launched into battle mode, grateful that his long time 'away' hadn't dampened his skills any. He lunged toward the enemy with a fierce thrust of his spear, not holding back in his effort to fight it off.

Date: 2013-05-28 05:12 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (armored)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
That was surely a strange thing, but Kain didn't stop to contemplate it for now. He certainly felt each of those blows...

With a growl, he finally finds a good opening in which he can leap from the ground into a jump. He soars some distance above his enemy before coming back down to target it with a heavy downward blow. Then back to ground fighting, strike after strike.

Date: 2013-05-31 03:55 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (spear pointing)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Tenacious foes, weren't they? Not to mention such loathsome, foul creatures. But it wasn't the first that Kain had faced something terrible in battle, and surely won't be the last.

As he fought, Kain continued to tenaciously stab at them, one by one. He also added in a blast of Cyclone here and there, the harsh winds adding to the damage dealt. He was certainly glad his skills had all remained intact.

Date: 2013-06-02 09:59 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (darkness)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
That just meant that he'd have to fight harder, of course, since Kain dreaded the outcome should something happen. Should something overwhelm her and what if... the spell should fail? He would just keep on fighting and try not to consider the possibilities.

He kept on jumping and stabbing, finally seeing another fall, and then one more. A difficult battle, mostly because they were relying so on their strength in numbers.

Date: 2013-06-04 04:48 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (all who challenge me...)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain dragged his spear free of the latest downed enemy and nodded after a moment. "Very dead, I would say. Foul creatures." They certainly had given him a challenge, and he could tell how easy it was to become overwhelmed out here. No wonder he'd ended up as he had.


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