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Post by Jouhnin Takanami on Dec 6, 2009 4:41:34 GMT -5
Jouhnin stood over his slave he watched the dark haired boy cough up blood and then turn his head. After all the physical pain he'd put the child through. Augusta still told the sickly slave he 'could handle it.' Jouhnin watched silently, the insults Kristopher said didn't matter. He looked at the child he had bleeding under him.
He felt a pain tug at him. Something from this very month. December... why winter? He looked at Augusta, that look reminded him of something he couldn't remember. He took the boys chin and turned it softly to the side to look at him. " Hey... why are you crying? Look at me... don't worry about me... I got this covered..." Jouhnin didn't remember why, he didn't know why he suddenly felt like leaving. " Hiroshi..." he whispered.
He looked at the damage he did to his slave and suddenly felt a guilt build up in him. He ran his hand down Augusta's face. His hand held the boys chin, he was silent, he didn't care what Naelona was doing. He stood up, and grabbed part of the broken desk. It was a huge stake-shaped chunk and he stood over Augusta.
" Let me leave with a parting gift..." he said darkly before shoving the stake into the slaves torso, near a kidney.
Thats when he looked over at Naelona who seemed to be biting Kristopher. He shook his head, " how childish..." he muttered and walked over to the bed. He reached over and grabbed the female Boogie by the collar and pulled her off the blond. He took a few step backwatds and held her up in the air, at least four feet above the ground.
" Cool it, Half-Pint..." he said, " Your not going to hurt him well enough to teach him a lesson anyway..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 4:56:31 GMT -5
" D--don't w--worry about m--me..."
"Shut the hell up, Davingoun!" He yelled at the other, crying not to break into tears. The blond knew what was coming to him, he half expected it so he was prepared for when the pipe came back down on him and when he was kicked to the floor. It hurt like a bitch, but he took it well. He did not cry out in pain nor did he flinch from it.
The blond grunted when Naelona sat on him. "Naelona." Was all he said with uncertainy. "Don't." It wasn't a beg or any kind of plea. It was a demand. He needed to get over to his lover. He needed help, just the sight of the blood got to Kristopher. He laid there for a moment, feeling the hand on his throat and then it moved to his face.
The blond flinched when her fingers went uncomfortably in his eyes. Was she going to blind him? He supposed it would be a fitting punishment. Afterall, he did have eyes for another and not his Master. He pissed in pain as he moved his head back further to try and releave the pressure but it did nothing more him.
His hand was being lifted and he had to wonder what the hell she was going to do with his finger. Then he found out painfully as she bit into it. But he did not cry out all he did was gritt his teeth. But as soon as the pain came it went away. So did the pressure on his back. He did not even wait or pause to see what happened. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and made his way over to Augusta.
"Davingoun." He said, looking at the damage his lover substained. Fucking boogies. Without a care and knowing the boogies where watching him. He quickly went about trying to repair the damage that was made to his lover as best as he could for the time being. "If you die on me, I won't forgive you." The blond muttered in a low voice that only Augusta could hear.
" Your not going to hurt him well enough to teach him a lesson anyway..."
He flinched. Jou made a very good point and it frightened the blond, making him pause in his work for a brief moment.
Then he went back to work. He would accept any punishment he would receive for this and Jouhnin and Naelona knew it. Kristopher did not have to voice it.
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 6, 2009 5:10:49 GMT -5
Biting down upon the finger, she felt bone beneath her teeth and the boogie clenched her jaw against it willing it to crack as many had done before. The loud noise of a stake being driven through flesh hardly evoked a reaction. The smell of blood, sounds of weak breaths. Ode to the predator indeed. That's was boogies truly were. Not these herders of children as they made themselves to be now - no - they were something much worse. They'd always meant to be.
As the pressure was slowly increased in the fingers upon each of his eyes, the slender fingers slowly curled. Their nail-ends scratching upon the eyelid. She could imagine the pools of liquid they would be in short order, within a moment she'd press them into his head and-
"how childish..." Naelona's eyes widened from their glazed stare as the floor fell away beneath her and she found herself hoisted up several feet into the air. The boogie wiggled her feet, they weren't even close to anything substantial. She found the best she could do, apart from hanging onto her own clothing (trying hard not to just hang onto Jouhnin's arm), was doing nothing at all, searching out the older boogie's face with a cold look of interrupted business.
"Cool it, Half-Pint... Your not going to hurt him well enough to teach him a lesson anyway..." Her handfuls of cloth tightened into shaking fists. She wouldn't strike out at him. Scream at him. Something. But it'd be useless. "You don't know that." Naelona said, watching him with eyes well reddened against her will. "I can purge it from him, just as I've done with everything else. You don't know me Jouhnin." It took a moment for it to sink in how helpless Naelona really was in this position, voice straining, weak. Her chest felt tight. "After what I've done.. h..he can't object from the grave."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 5:19:21 GMT -5
Augusta heard the blonds words and smiled. He then felt a gentle touch to his face and his head was turned. Jou was looking at him, not in an sadistic way but something else. Something was bugging him. He heard his masters whisper and frowned, who's Hiroshi? and what does this have to do with it? he was confused and even more so when Jouhnin got off him. He watched as he got a piece of wood.
" Let me leave with a parting gift..."
His eyes widened as the stake sliced into him, he let out a scream of pain and threw his head back so hard he hit it against the floor. He laid there for a second before the first wave of pain hit him, tears streamed down the slaves face as he put both hand around the wound to try and stop the bleeding. His whole throat felt like it was closing in on him and his shallow breaths turned into gasps for precious air.
"Davingoun. If you die on me, I won't forgive you."
He opened his eyes to see a head of blond hair, " I--I c--ca--can't p--promi--promise any--anything..." he said between shallow breaths and gasps. He put a bloodied hand on the side of Kris's face, and one corner of his mouth raised just slightly.
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Post by Jouhnin Takanami on Dec 6, 2009 5:27:49 GMT -5
Jouhnin stood silently, he looked at Nealona squirming. He knew that he could keep her up so it wasn't like she was gonna fall. But he noticed something, she seemed so frightened by the height. He looked at her cold gaze and just gave her back an emotionless look. He felt his hands start to shake.
"You don't know that, I can purge it from him, just as I've done with everything else. You don't know me Jouhnin."
Jouhnin's left eyebrow raised just slightly and he watched her as she told him he didn't know her. He smiled softly, he moved her little body closer to where his face was dangerously close to her's. " But thats not true Naelona.... is it now?"
He listened to the female Boogies voice strain, she sounded like she was about to burst into tears, she looked like it to! He sighed when she said her last comment. He shook his head and looked at Naelona. " Naelona...Naelona..." he puased, " but the last thing you want to do is send him to a grave... you wouldn't purge it from him because you can't..."
Jouhnin almost sat her back on the ground before stopping at two feet up. " Naelona... admit it, you care... you don't want to care about him... but you do... and his happiness is enough yes? He is the only one who doesn't find you frightful and extremly cruel" he said and lifted her back up where they were eye-to-eye.
" You can't kill him... because if he died... you'd be alone..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 5:39:21 GMT -5
Kristopher no longer paid attention to the boogies behind him.
A bad idea. But he took the chance.
The blond was on a mission and he was going to succeed. He crawled back to his bed, dug under for his med kit and went back to Augy. The blond practically ripped the boys shirt open. The blond slave was very good at his job and very quick too. He didn't say anything else to Augusta even when he spoke again and told him he couldn't promise anything. Kris did not want to think about Augy dying, he just couldn't.
Without warning, Kristopher removed the large wooden piece from Augusta as the boogies talked, Kristopher worked with his skilled hands. He was not worried about the broken rips, none had gone into his lungs. He had checked, and the ones close too had been moved with his small fingers and guided back into their proper positions.
Kristopher leaned over the bleeding slave, pulling out objects from Augy's body. He was sewing, fixing, doing his best and never gave Augy anything for the pain. Cause well lets face it, he would choke on the pills. He was half way done withe the wood wound, but it was bad. It scared Kris to death as he raced to finish sewing his lover back together before the boogies realized what he was doing.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 5:49:17 GMT -5
Augy sat there and tried to not pass out from the blood loss and coughed some more. He watched as Kris pushed ribs back into place and nearly cried. He laid his head back and let out a series of coughs before spitting blood on the floor. He wasn't expecting Kris to pull out the large shard of wood so quickly and cried out, almost hitting Kris.
But right now he still felt like his lungs were dying, so he didn't waste his energy yelling at Kris. As Kris worked quickly Augusta started doing math problems in his head, he didn't want to pass out right now. But soon the numbers got mixed up and his vision started darkening. The dark-haired slave coughed again and again and spit more blood onto the floor, which by now was mostly red anyway.
" K--K---Kri--Kris..." he said, he wanted to say more, but his vision was getting darker and he felt a bit like he was falling. His hand shooks and his shallow breathing picked up quickly, his pulse soaring.
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 6, 2009 6:13:14 GMT -5
Dangling in the air Naelona was reminded oddly of being some small kitten caught by the scruff of the neck. Being watched from such and angle by someone so much bigger, Nae found herself feeling very very small. It wasn't pleasant either. Suddenly moving Naelona gasped, grabbing onto his arm and tensed, not so much from the fact her hands were on his arm - a touch she did not want - but that his face was horribly close. It sent a chill down her spine and a foot was rested against his chest for stability - and to partly keep him at some distance from her.
"But thats not true Naelona.... is it now?" Cry? She could but so far hadn't. Crying was for nightmares and having near-death experiences as children. A boogie didn't cry over slaves and their choices or delusions. For all points and purposes crying wasn't something she did. It was an emotion, a color, a physical manifestation of a mere frivolity indulged upon by the living. A frivolity that Nae ignored, and now it hurt like a bitch. How could she still breathe? Blame it on being held up by the dress.. that was a suitable, rational solution.. "Naelona...Naelona... but the last thing you want to do is send him to a grave... you wouldn't purge it from him because you can't..."
The old anger shown through the coal-shaded orbs again. "But I can.." Stubborn as always, Nae still floundered as he lowered her closer to the blessed floor, her foot slipping from his chest to dangle once more helplessly above the floorboards. "Naelona.. admit it, you care... you don't want to care about him... but you do... and his happiness is enough yes? He is the only one who doesn't find you frightful and extremly cruel" The tense pain only turned into stabbing, a feeling she didn't understand yet disliked all the same. But his words were just making the feeling worse, and details were becoming harder to see.
"You can't kill him... because if he died.. you'd be alone..." Naelona shook her head vehemently. "N-no.. I.. I have Anolean.. Mar.. " She hung her head at the thought. But did she really? Mar had been more trouble than his value since that one trip to the Trap, and her brother.. they may have been twins joined at the him when they were small.. but just because he was around again - sent there no less - it meant nothing. There was no reason anyone should stay near her, after four hundred years of not even a hello. Fear. Loneliness. Again, emotions. Things she didn't need. Things that didn't exist. Delusions.
Naelona pressed a cheek to her arm, but it only made her loose hair stick to her damp skin. With a gasp at the sudden movement she looked to the other boogie's face, bracing against him with her hands to keep as far as she could, wide eyed with cheeks streaked for reasons that still alluded her comprehension. Alone. He was right. So what? What did it matter? At least something.. the thought was causing something to her being. Hanging her head again she watched the edge of his kimono where his feet might be as the colors and cloth blurred into a colored mess. "Just.. put me down.. please."
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Post by Jouhnin Takanami on Dec 6, 2009 6:24:54 GMT -5
Jouhnin was silent. He kept his words to himself for now. Unlike Naelona, Jouhnin often drowned in emotions, hense why he let Augusta go. His past huants him and so he realized how stupid it would be to cut off Augusta. Because if Augusta died, then his memories of his love, his only love, would be gone forever. It was rational for him to understand this, and even though Naelona hadn't realized this fact... she would soon find out.
He was older, he had gone through this allready, she was still young, she was not nearly as calculating as he was. And soon she would learn to use her emotions to fool people. She could use them much Like Jouhnin did, to confuse them and then use them as pawns in a much bigger sceme. And all she had to do was give in.
Part of the Boogie wanted to comfort her when he looked down to see water marks on the edge of his kimono. He took a step and his exoskeleton foot showed for just a second as he watched her cry. His face turned to a soft sadness, an understanding. He felt for her, really. If she knew his past, she might possibly have smypathy for him as well. He watched her hang her head and then heard her voice, pained and weak for a lady like Naelona.
"Just.. put me down.. please."
Jouhnin smiled just slightly before he gently put her back on the ground. And instead he bent down and whispered in her ear, " Just remember Little Mistress, those who live in glass houses should not throw stones..." and he stood back up straight and sighed.
He didn't not touch, her, he knew better. So instead he walked to the door and looked at her, a silent question of is she was going to follow him or not...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 6, 2009 14:38:01 GMT -5
" K--K---Kri--Kris..."
Kristopher ignored the words of his counterpart. He was focused right now on repairing he damage that had been done. He knew the two Masters where behind him, talking about something that he was blocking out because it would distract him if he listened.
His injuried finger was starting to pain him greatly and his eyes felt rather funny thanks to Naelona's fingers. He was lucky to escape without losing his eye(s). He knew that if she hadn't been stopped, he would be blind right about now and he wouldn't be able to help Augusta.
The blond shook his head, his hands were busy sewing, stitching and cleaning. He looked over at Augusta for a moment and noticed what was happening. Shit. "Count backwards, outloud so I can hear." He was going to have to get Augusta to at least stay awake for a little bit longer, get his vitals under control somehow. Damn, he was in such a mess compared to Kristopher who suffered only a bite wound and a few bruises on his head and back.
He should of just listened to Augusta. Then none of this would of happened. Guilt started building up within the blond. He was almost done with his work. He had finally got the bleeding to stop. He so badly wanted to turn and kick some boogie ass, but he knew that would be impossible and just lead to his death much, much more faster.
Then again, this might of signed his death warrant already. Who knew what Naelona would say or do in a few moments, hours, days....weeks.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 6, 2009 23:08:42 GMT -5
Augusta was still worried, but he had good reason to be. He coughed again, he was not ready to die, which he was sure Kris wouldn't let him do. But he was afraid that helping him made Kristopher a bigger target. He wanted to keep the bond safe, hence why he hide the 'Rebel Leader' thing from him. If Kris knew, it made Kris a good target for Boogies to capture, they would use him as bait to lure Augy to his own grave.
But right now, he was trying not to pass out. "Count backwards, out loud so I can hear." Augusta turned his head to the side as his breaths got quicker and more labored. " I--I can't..." he said his voice echoed with pain. " I--It h--hurts..." he said. For Augy to say that had to mean something, Augusta had a very high tolerance for pain, so normally he didn't show his discomfort when in pain, but right now he hurt worse then he has in a long time.
Augusta coughed again, " K--Kris..." he said softly...
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Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 6, 2009 23:44:41 GMT -5
Naelona felt shakey, weak, from the hands that'd clung with a deathgrasp to the dangling feet that felt gravity but could find no support. Jouhnin's smile went unnoticed as the floorboards slowly neared her feet and finally touched her toes. His murmured words were heard but not understood, as instead of standing, even as she was set upon the floor, her legs acted as if they did not exist leaving her to sink to the floor in a mess of arms and black silken material. Instead of holding her harshly proud glare and high head her shoulders shrunk forward instead, curling up very much like the small child she felt to be.
For some moments she sat there, unmoving, watching the pair emotionlessly as one staring off into nothing. The more she heard their feable voices.. the boogie rested her forehead upon her hands and hid her face. She couldn't stay here, she couldn't attack. The will wasn't there, not to mention the other boogie probably would intervene if she even attempted to do anything.
A few moment and rough breaths later a pale hand sneaked around a bedpost, using it to pull herself to her feet. Feet she couldn't feel. For a brief moment she looked to the slaves, and with a wince looked away to the door. What had Jouhnin said a moment before? " Just remember Little Mistress, those who live in glass houses should not throw stones..." What a silly thing to say.. Shuffling across the floor Naelona paused only to pick up her dropped sheet of paper, adding two marks upon it.
Entering the hall slowly Nae raised her eyes to the elder boogie, not bothering if her face was tear streaked or not, there was no point in trying to hide it if it was - he'd already seen. Coming to stand by him, head bowed in jumbled thought Naelona took a last look through the door of Room Three. She didn't know where he intended to go, but for now, she would follow. "Your words are nonsense, Jouhnin. But if I ever understand, pray I have but one window to crack."
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Post by Jouhnin Takanami on Dec 6, 2009 23:54:33 GMT -5
Jouhnin watched Naelona crumple to the floor. He woud have gone to comfrot her, heck, he might have just picked the bundle of black cloth and taken her back to her brothers. But he knew Naelona would not like being off the ground and touched by someone like him anyway. So he kept his spot and watched, he waited for movement and when she moved he made sure he was close enough to stop her if she did anything reckless.
He looked back at his slave once before sighing deeply to himself. " I think I'm going soft..." he said to himself before tunring away and going into the hall, Naelona close behind. She stopped next to him and he looked down at her. "Your words are nonsense, Jouhnin. But if I ever understand, pray I have but one window to crack."
Jouhnin chuckled lightly and then put his bone-covered hand upon her head and patted her head lightly. " Nonsense it may be now Little Mistress..." he said and slipped his hand into his kimono to rest it, Augusta had left some damage on Jouhnin's hand from clawing at him and the limb was tired. He started to walk, " I figure you would like to take company with your brother? Since your room was damaged?" he asked, his voice smooth even though inside Jouhnin was also uncertian and tense.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Dec 7, 2009 0:04:55 GMT -5
Kristopher frowned deeply, he was on the verge of a panic attack. His hands where shaking even though Augusta would not be able to see it. Kristopher didn't know what to do to. For one of the few times in his life, he did not know what to do. He shook his head as Augusta moaned that he was hurting. That wasn't a good sign, not at all to the blond. But there was little he could do.
All he could do was sew his boyfriend up. Patch him. Wrap him. Then pray to god he would be alright. That was all Kristopher could do and that is what he did and what he had been doing since the moment he could crawl to Augusta. He was working fast, but carefully. He knew what to do and what not to do.
"I'm sorry." Kristopher managed to choke out. "I'm sorry, I'm doing the best I can..." Once he finished piecing his lover together he stood quickly, yoink his blankets from his bed and covered Augusta in them. He couldn't move the boy and he was afraid too. Right now the best thing to do was get him warm, comfortable and wishing he had pain killers that wouldn't choke him.
"But it's fine. Really. You will be alright."
But would Kristopher? He was wearing a strong mask right now that hide his concerns, his worries. Everything he was feeling was being hidden. Because he knew, that if he showed anything...Augusta would flip.
Augusta shouldn't of been the one to get hurt. It should of been Kristopher. It should of been him. All because he couldn't keep his shit in his pants and listen to Augusta. It was all the blonds fault and he knew it, nothing would change that.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Dec 7, 2009 0:26:20 GMT -5
Augusta sat and his vision went black for a good minute, he felt so cold and alone. Everything was black and he heard nothing, it's like his whole body was numb. And when everything came back another wave of pain flew over him, he heard a voice and soon his brain processed it.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm doing the best I can..."
When Augusta came back to it, everything was ten times louder, the light was brighter, painfully bright and everything was really loud and his ears were ringing. His whole body felt horrible and numb at the same time. He watched Kristopher with pain-filled eyes. He looked down at the wound in his chest and laid his head back down. His jaw hurt a lot, why did his jaw hurt so much?
"But it's fine. Really. You will be alright."
He felt the comfort of blankets and frowned, he took his blood-stained hand and put on the side of Kristopher's face. He rubbed the blonds cheek with his thumb and smiled, " I--I'll be alright as long a--as your okay..." he said, his voice was a bit better, but the dark-haired boy seemed very tired, blood loss mostly. " I--I love y--you..." he said softly and patted Kristopher's face gently.
" I--I'm glad they d--didn't hurt y--you... I couldn't h--handle that..." he said and let his hand fall back to the floor. He coughed harshly again and again before he could get it under control.
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