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    Nathaniel Stratford
    Nathaniel Stratford

    Player 
    Lineage : Curse of the White Witch
    Position : None
    Posts : 137
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 26
    Experience : 17,849

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Inquisition
    Second Magic: Cheesecake
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford 2021-12-30, 18:06

    Sirens. Sirens blaring in the night sky. This was the only sound Nat could hear as he looked down upon the streets of the Neutral Grounds while he sat at the edge of a building with moderate height. Tall enough that people won't notice there was a man there, but not tall enough that he couldn't make out what was going on in the streets. Numerous patrol cars racing through the streets, as the searched for one of their most wanted. Him.

    This all started when two months ago, seemingly out of nowhere, Nat suddenly had no purpose. On his way back to the guild of Dies Irae, from a seemingly wonderful time with Trinity, having been made aware of her lapses in consciousness that would explain her disappearances. Indeed, that was one thing off his mind that was apparently only going to be replaced with a dozen more. For once the former holy crusader stepped foot in the their old castle, he was informed by people emptying it out that Dies Irae no longer existed. He was stunned in this disbelief, unable to accept such a rather convenient explanation as to why it's all gone. He grabbed the person explaining by the collar in a fit of confused rage, demanding more but that is all he could say as he showed him an official report. His whole world and purpose and life came crashing down in an instant with a few words. Not only that, but when he had asked what became of their prestigious members and officers, the best answer he could get was they just vanished... gone in an instant that only made his heart sink more. He never got to tell Sivvy, his master goodbye, nor was he ever able to repair the massive gaping rift he had created between them. Until now, he could remember the sight of a entire cart of cakes, cakes he had made just get dragged out from the building uneaten... They, like him, were just left.

    The man was but a hollow shell now. Not knowing where he needed to go. His mind was full of rage that he couldn't help but only think of getting answers. Unfortunately for him, Nat wasn't privy to the inner workings of the guild. He had no info on the guild enemies, his rage got mixed with shame as he thought on about the leaders of the guild, about his mentor. Yes, his mentor, co-leader of the guild and of the strongest people he has ever known. Gone. Without a clue. He couldn't help but feel unworthy as he walked back to the port to get a ship to the mainland. Only, he wouldn't get there as his very legs would give out at the thought of his failure as a mage, as a mentee, as a member of Dies Irae.

    Sivvy... that's all he could think about... not even Trinity, the person he loves, because she isn't answering his texts again, possibly unconscious once more. What made it worse was the last thing he ever saw of her was but a cold expression on her... well... her head, as she couldn't even look at him the last time she saw him. And it was all because of that girl... that Thana... All of a sudden he thought that she might have been the one to disband Dies Irae. Life, however dark, and angry it was, came back to him. It filled him once more and became evident in his eyes. He wanted to set out and find the woman he thought responsible for this. Thus beginning his unholy crusade, and his search for one woman.

    He started with every inch of Fiore, every town, city, and landmark, but to no avail. There was no sign of clue that could lead him to her. Other people would have given up or gone insane having gone through half their savings, in a month. But in these dark times, what kept him sane, grounded and clear in his mission, was him sending him texts to Trinity, whenever he arrives or leaves an area. Hoping that one day, she might show up then next time she is conscious again since he told her to check her phone for his messages whenever the next time she wakes up from being unconscious. Though he couldn't help himself from thinking that it may also be the reason why this Thana person is always one step ahead of him. That it must be somehow related. No, he must be thinking things out of desperation. Trinity said her said, and he believed him.

    That brings him to now. It was here in the Neutral Grounds that Nat's money would finally run out and he couldn't leave. He was a bum in the streets, and with no real technical skills outside of being a mage and baking, he could only find work as a waiter in a diner. The pay wasn't exactly the kind that would leave one with something to leave town with. No, he was stuck there in an endless cycle of working, eating, sleeping and going out on his days off. He even had to sell his prized armor off just to make ends meet, and two weeks in, he could feel himself being empty once more. He tried to get inspiration from his phone that had a picture of the lady that had two different eye colors. His desperation for good news drove him to check their messages to one another for a semblance of good news. But no, the last message was his. Telling her that he was in the Neutral Grounds, and that he was stuck there, and right after his phone battery died. With a sigh, he placed his phone back in his pocket and walked through the alley he had always taken going back to his shitty rental apartment. Though, unlike other days, he would find himself trapped in between a group of muggers with no real way to defend himself. His sword was back at his place and magic cannot be used in this place. He looked behind him and back in front with worry as he contemplated taking them on.

    But before he could get ready, one of the muggers struck him in the head and at the back that caused Nat to fall down and get beaten up by all of them in a dogpile. They laughed and snickered, feeling himself belittled and unworthy. He defended his head the best he could, bracing blow after blow with grinning teeth, with every hit given him a flashback of Sivvy's disgust, and the words Thana printed out in the magazine months ago. He screamed in agony and rage. Everything was a blur to him. And before he knew it, the muggers had taken everything from him. His phone, wallet, even his boots which was the last piece of the armor he had left, all gone and Nat had to walk back to his apartment barefooted, with torn clothes. Yet he did not walk back in defeat, he walked back as if he had found a new purpose in life. His steps were hurried and firm, as well as his opening of the door and grabbing of his sword. He placed it on his back and turned to face the mirror, his bruised face starring back at him with unholy eyes, ironically filled with blinding rage as blood continued to trickle down at the side of his face from his forehead. He was out for blood.

    The following night, Nat tracked down the same group of muggers that had overpowered him before. They were up to his usual tricks of cornering someone in an alley way and he was waiting by a window from up above. But before they could strike at their victim, Nat leaped down and ran his sword through one of them, before slashing it out to behead another. Everyone was stunned for a moment, butt Nat only kept murdering every single one of them until they finally had the sense to grab whatever they could from the civilian and run away. Nat followed closely behind, tracking them down through the back allies where these ruffians crawled out of. The met up with a few more of their group warning them of the swordsman that killed four of their comrades.

    Having been made aware of the situation, one of the criminals ordered some of them to keep watch as he tried go through their group's collection and split it up accordingly and to be sold, much like items Nat possessed yesterday, he assumed. As they were counting it out, a head rolled up to the leg of the table that alerted the group to point their weapons at the direction it came from. The muggers said that Nat had come, and he was there in the shadows, ready to systematically thin the herd. He started by sneaking behind the one farthest from the group, dragging him back in the shadows where he began chopping him up. The slow reaction of the the criminals, meant that when they shot at that direction, their muzzle flashes would only reveal a desecrated corpse of what used to be one of them. Fear began to take hold of them now as their hands were shaking as they held their weapons, and their eyes frantically shifting to every direction, not taking a chance to miss Nat in their vision, with the worst of them taking steps back as it proved that one misstep would lead to their deaths.

    Among them, a man had stepped on a trap Nat had laid just moments ago, that would rappel him up near a balcony in the shadows. When the trap was sprung, a scream was heard, and abruptly stopped as the man sank into the shadows. Everything was quite once more and the entire scene held its breath. But as soon as the thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed, they would bear witness to a very angry Nat hold the man who been caught in the trap's upper body, tossing it towards them before he leapt. The body proved to be quite the distraction as it provided enough time to kill everyone except one grunt who was literally pissing his pants at this point, afraid to even do anything except murmur to himself. Once he had composed himself, he would see the bodies of his comrades strewn about, with some items missing and the words "Justice has come" written with the blood of the dead.

    Lightning would flash once more, this time bringing rain with it, and revealed a cloaked Nathaniel, wearing his old armored boots and holding his blade, looking down upon him from the top of the building nearby, prompting him to run. Afterwards, Nat, looked at his other hand that held the belongings of this night's would-be victim. He returned to the scene of the crime and dropped them at the civilian's feet, but not before taking a few bucks to fend for himself for the coming days. The civilian looked around for Nat but to no avail, the shadows has once again covered him.

    This string of attacks on criminals, huge or small has been made frequent in the next two weeks that even the authorities of the Neutral Grounds has taken notice however not condoning his actions, stating that he was much a criminal as the people he has killed thus earning him his spot in their most wanted, and Nat's constant hiding in rooftops at night, with a cloak on. Waiting for more people to hunt and for the person who bought Nat's stolen phone.

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    Trinity
    Trinity

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Avatar of Ataxia
    Position : Warlord of Madness
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 283
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,234,756

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Physio Manipulation
    Second Magic: Mania
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    Post by Trinity 2022-02-21, 11:50



    I CREATED THE SOUND OF MADNESS
    WROTE THE BOOK ON PAIN
    SOMEHOW I'M STILL HERE TO EXPLAIN

    --- THAT THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT ---
    Unfortunately, Nathaniel wasn’t the only one who had lost his guild.

    For a woman that always seemed to have the world falling apart around her, Trinity nearly always carried a bright and innocent disposition. A great deal in her life was uncertain, but if she thought about them too hard it always seemed to make things worse, so she simply did her best to keep a positive outlook, and to make the people around her – whoever they were at the time – smile. And for a while she had been content to simply enjoy her freedom, to explore and appreciate the vast and beautiful world that she had been hidden away from all her life.

    But the more she carried on, the more tired she grew of the pain and confusion. The pink and brown haired woman wanted nothing more than to stop disappearing from the lives of those that she had started to care about, and not being there when they needed her most. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she had last seen Nathaniel, but she was certain that it had been quite a while. Hopefully after their last talk he at least trusted that she had not willingly abandoned him and understood that there were forces far beyond her control in her life that caused her to quite literally disappear at times.

    This last time in particular had been quite the struggle. She had awoken back in her room at Elysium, which was at least moderately relieving; certainly far better than coming to in some unfamiliar location and covered in blood. It was a home for her, at the very least, and that at least brought her a sense of safety and security. Or at least it did until she made her way outside, only to find that everyone was gone. Janet, Odhran, the entirety of the Elysium guild members as well as the town the wayward citizens they had taken in had occupied. Everyone was just… gone. Trinity had wandered the guild hall and the underground city for sometime looking for any remaining persons, only to find herself well and truly alone.

    At the very least, it didn’t look like there had been any kind of attack. Not that Trinity was trained enough to be able to recognize such things, but nothing seemed to be in any state of disarray. Nearly all personal belongings had been removed, so there hadn’t been any hurry for others to move out. Yet they were gone all the same, leaving her once again by herself and abandoned. It was like Nightmare all over again, though Trinity had certainly been with Elysium much longer than Nightmare, and thus was a bit more attached to the place and the people that had once been here. It hurt to think that they all moved on and left her behind, but at the same time she couldn’t blame them, not when she just kept disappearing all the time.

    It had taken quite a while for her to make her way back to Fiore. She had experienced a couple of black outs along the way and managed to veer off course during those times, but Trinity was determined to make her way back to Nathaniel. Unfortunately, she didn’t know where he was, and he wasn’t responding on his phone. A sickening worry started to creep upon her at the thought that maybe he was ignoring her again, but after a while she started forcing those thoughts aside. He knew what she was up against. He wasn’t angry with her. If anything, he was probably extremely worried and doing everything he could to find her again. Unfortunately, the alternative explanation for his silence was just as worrisome: something had happened to him.

    Finding him was proving to be difficult, however. She had a message from him on her phone from some time ago telling her that he was in the Neutral Grounds, a place she had not been for a couple years now. Unfortunately, she had no idea where in the city he was, and it wasn’t a small place to search. To top it off, the moment she stepped foot within the perimeter of the area, Darius – the odd man that lived in the strange purple crystal that hung from her neck – had gone silent. Since he was technically a magical construct, he was affected by the laws of the area as much as her own powers were, which meant that she was on her own trying to find Nathaniel.

    She wandered for several days well into the night, showing his picture on her phone to random passersby, only to have each and every one of them shake their heads. No one had seen him, and she was starting to lose hope. But things didn’t truly start to get dicey until late one night when she was wandering around through some of the seedier parts of the city that she hadn’t ventured around yet. Most of the people in the area outright ignored or avoided her, refusing to make eye contact and shying away from her as a stranger or possible threat. Next to no one even gave her the time to look at the picture she tried to show them, shutting themselves up in their homes or shooing her away like a stray dog.

    Eventually, two men approached her. “Hey, little lady,” one of them said as they drew closer. “We couldn’t help but notice you look a little lost. Anything we can do to help you find your way?”

    Trinity, naive and trusting as she was, completely missed a number of social cues that would have raised a lot of red flags for just about anybody else; his cool smile, the all-too-friendly tone of his voice, and the way his friend took up a spot that gave her very little room to get away. Instead, the young woman with two different colored eyes latched onto the only people in the area that seemed to be willing to give her the time of day, raising her phone and showing them the picture of Nat with a worried, almost pleading expression.

    The men raised their brows in surprise and exchanged a brief look before their smiles returned. “Hmm… you know, he does look familiar. Say, don’t he look like that guy that frequents the bar down the street?”

    “Yeah, come to think of it I do think I’ve seen him in there once or twice,” the second man said, smoothly feeding the lie to gain Trinity’s trust.

    And unfortunately, the tortured and desperate woman bought it hook, line, and sinker. “We can take you there if you’d like,” offered the first man. Trinity nodded her head yes emphatically, her eyes brightening with hope as she allowed herself to be escorted by the two strange men deeper into the alleys. It wasn’t until they steered her into a dead end that she started to realize that she was being misled. Turning toward them with a wary countenance, she backed up a couple steps slowly as their smiles grew more sinister, both of them pulling out a couple pocket knives and brandishing them at her. “Now now, I promise this is nothing personal. We don’t want to hurt you none, you just wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time. So how about this… you hand over all your jewels and your possessions of value, and we’ll let you on your way…”

    There was a time not so long ago where this very kind of situation would have been enough to send Trinity into a fit of frightened tears, causing her to react like a violent and wounded animal in a corner. And to be fair, she was scared, that much was evident on her face. But rather than shrink away and succumb to her terror she did at least make an attempt at standing her ground. Whether her unusual confidence was coming from her growth as a mage over the last couple years, or was born simply of stubborn determination to find Nathaniel, she would probably never be sure. Still, while she was visibly hesitant to stare them down she did stand her ground and do just that, reaching out on instinct to touch her power and transform into a hideous creature that would surely send these men running and shrieking in their boots…

    …except no transformation happened. She’d forgotten where she was. Her magic was completely inert in the Neutral Grounds, and she simply wasn’t a fighter without her power. With a slight gulp, she took another unsteady step backward, trying to put some space between her and the two men, her gaze and brain scrambling to try to find a way out of what had become a very unfortunate situation.
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    Nathaniel Stratford
    Nathaniel Stratford

    Player 
    Lineage : Curse of the White Witch
    Position : None
    Posts : 137
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 26
    Experience : 17,849

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Inquisition
    Second Magic: Cheesecake
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford 2022-03-12, 00:16

    As the night claimed the Grounds once more, he had been invited by a crime boss for negotiations, and that message was delivered by one of her grunts that committed a crime to get the man's attention. After which obviously, the man died after delivering said message. He then came to the building deep within the alleyways of Neutral Grounds. A lamp post shining what little light it could at a door in the middle of the dark place.

    Without any hesitation or thought, he opened the door and found himself standing in front of a very gutsy and intelligent crime boss to have called out their primary killer. The fair woman with ash blonde hair was surrounded by numerous guards with their guns hidden away but ready to protect their leader Two of them were posted right beside her, while another two stood behind Nat, guarding the door he came through earlier. The leader in question would raise her head that was covered by her fashionable white fedora to greet the crusader. She was there to somehow persuade Nat that he should be working for them. That what he was doing was the same as theirs, in fact even worse when she had stated that he knew about Nat breaking-in a home to kill a man last night. She continued on to say that he too was a criminal committing murder. Breaking the law to make ends meet, at least for him it was emotional. To survive in a city that did all of them wrong and were forced to live on the razor's edge.

    Nathaniel was seemingly listening, that perhaps the boss had a point, that she had gotten to him. Maybe she really did, and that made his pause last longer than it should, and yet he doesn't feel guilt or remorse about it. Besides, the point he already knew ever since he was counted among the most wanted. He almost had the heart to accept, since at the back of his mind, he also wanted a way out of the life he has, and that crime seems to be the path he was already half-way on.

    He took a look around and through the lone window peering through the outside. He saw how the way life was for the people living in the alleys and people being led to the alleys. It would not have been fair to the people at the receiving end of their activities. And that's when he knew he was still a bit different than them, even for the tiniest bit. He would not let innocents get hurt.

    So Nat refused the offer the anticipating crime boss. Stating that he may be guilty, and that he too would someday face the sentence of death, he also claimed that he does not actively harm those are not as bad as they are. So while no one can kill him yet, he'd ought to let the other guilty people go first. Sensing the hostility of their guest, the armed men drew their guns out to shoot down Nathaniel who would very much be a threat to themselves and their boss. But before anyone could get a finger on the trigger, Nat had swung hos sword attached to the chain around him, cutting off all of the guards' heads, and to finally charge at the boss, to cut of the head off the snake.

    Surprisingly however, before Nat could kill her, she pulled the crusader in for a kiss, a move that shocked Nat. The woman was excellent at the action and she was indeed very fair. For a brief moment, it made Nat reconsider her proposal since it made sense to him anyway, momentarily forgetting about the innocent people their group has and will hurt. Until Nat felt a sudden stinging pain just below his left rib. The boss had stabbed him so she could make her escape. Now she's really dying.

    Nat followed her out the door where ten more of her goons waited to kill Nat in ambush. It failed however as Nat took out the light first with his sword by throwing it at it and pulling it back towards him before making a break for it through the window. The unsuspecting criminals tried opening fire through the door and by the window, hoping to get the man with only just a sword and chain. Once they had stopped to reload, Nat who was hiding just at the building adjacent the meeting place, threw his sword once more to hook a criminal toward him - which frightened the rest of the group - to get his gun and ammo before chopping his head off.

    Now armed with a gun, Nat quickly reloaded the weapon before the trembling grunts could, and immediately he shoot all remaining 9 with accurate and quick headshots. The boss saw this happen and quickly made a run for it while the wounded Nat gave chase with what little strength he could given his injury.

    As he gave chase, Nat saw from the corner of his eye, a civilian in need of help as she was being cornered by two thugs. He stopped and took a look at both the person in need of help and the fleeing boss. He was seriously contemplating which path to choose, that would it be of vengeance and cold justice, or would it have been to save an innocent life? Otherwise known as the only thing separating him from them. The choice was obvious but it doesn't hurt any less to let go of a catch that big. So with an angry shout, Nat ran to save the girl.

    Every step he took, the angrier he got as he now blames these two criminals for forcing him to let go of killing a leader. His loud rage alerted the two which made them turn around, only to see their death charge at them, making their legs quake with fear. Foolishly, one tried to throw their pocket knife at him, only to greatly miss due to their current mental state. The other however, had more luck and was able to nick Nat's shoulder. Still, now that they were unarmed, it was easier to plunge his sword through the chest of one. Repeatedly. With every thrust being more aggressive and the accompanying shout even louder. The other criminal tried to make a run for it but Nat threw his chained sword once more, wrapping the cold steel around his neck while the sword imbedded itself at the right of his stomach. He pulled on the chain to get him back. The move broke the man's neck and killed him but the crusader still sliced his head off when he got to him.

    There was a moment of silence for quite a while. Nat just stood there, taking deep breaths before looking to see who it was he had saved. The sight widened his eyes and made him drop his weapon. He was completely stunned to see that the person he had been looking for was now standing in front of him. Trinity's dual-colored eyes was all he could look at as he was gasping for breath. It was if something had been plunged in to him. Or rather plunged back. His soul maybe? He tried to utter words as his mouth moved but all he could say, was her name. The name brought back some gentleness in his voice, reminiscent of the time before he became a killer, when his purpose in life was clear, and of course the smile the came after. "T-T-T-Trin?" The disbelief was still evident in his stutter. He was confused why the sweet girl would end up there in the first place. "Is that really you? W-w-what are you doing here?" he asked. But before she could reply, he had rushed forward to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug, and every moment he spent in her warmth, he would sigh out of relief every time he exhaled.

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    Trinity
    Trinity

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Avatar of Ataxia
    Position : Warlord of Madness
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 283
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,234,756

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Physio Manipulation
    Second Magic: Mania
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    Post by Trinity 2022-03-14, 05:52



    I CREATED THE SOUND OF MADNESS
    WROTE THE BOOK ON PAIN
    SOMEHOW I'M STILL HERE TO EXPLAIN

    --- THAT THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT ---
    The last thing Trinity expected in this situation was a savior, especially the man she was looking for, though at first she did not recognize him. Her mind was busy running at a mile a minute trying to come up with some kind of exit strategy to get out of this without winding up in a bloody heap on the ground. And since she couldn’t talk, she had no way of communicating to the men that the only item of worth she had on her was the iLac, an item that she would never give up because it was her only way of trying to contact Nat. In truth she actually had something far more valuable, except she didn’t understand the true weight of the gem she carried around her neck, the one that housed the soul of Archmage Darius. Outside of that, she really didn’t have any jewel or other items that they would find worth taking, and who knew how they would react to that.

    As she was getting ready to make a break for it and hope for the best, another man came flying into the scene. He was dressed in ragged clothes with only a couple pieces of what had once been very nice armor. Her two assailants were almost immediately overcome with fear for their wellbeing, ignoring Trinity completely to defend themselves against the angered man. One of them threw his knife in the man’s direction and missed completely, giving him the opening he needed to run the first would-be thief through with his sword. The second thief decided pretty quickly that this was not a fight he wanted to engage in and he attempted to flee, leaving his friend to his bloody fate as he was stabbed over and over. Unfortunately for him, the rescuer was not planning on letting either man leave the area alive, and soon enough there were two corpses in the alley.

    Trinity sighed gently with relief and relaxed. Despite the display of carnage, it was clear this man had come to her aid and did not intend on hurting her, and that was all she needed to know that she wasn’t in danger any longer. She waited patiently for him to turn around so that she could sign here thanks to him the way that Nat had taught her to do, hoping that he would understand; afterall, not everyone understood sign language. But as he turned around and looked at her and her hands started to move with the unspoken words, she stopped mid sign. He was covered in dirt and looked like he had not bathed in some time, his clothing an absolute mess, but it was him. Nathaniel. He looked just as surprised to see her, stuttering out her name and asking if it was her before rushing forward to pull her into a deep hug.

    The dual haired woman returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and holding him as tightly as she could, uncaring of the grime and blood that covered him. Once they had been holding each other long enough to be ready to let go, she pulled back from him only enough to answer his question. I got your text saying you were here, she signed to him. I tried messaging you back several times but you never answered. I was worried. I’ve been trying to get here for a while, but I blacked out a few times on the way.

    Her eyes drifted over him as though seeing him for the first time. An anxious expression washed over her face as her hands gently checked his wound and the general state of his person. Are you okay? the woman finally asked him. What happened to you? Where is all your armor? She didn’t know why, but Trinity couldn’t help but to feel that something was wrong, like there was more going on than she understood. Nat hadn’t been in a great place the last time they’d seen one another, sure, but this was something else. Her gaze glanced at the two men on the ground that he had slain. Maybe we shouldn’t talk here. Do you have some place nearby that’s safe?
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    Nathaniel Stratford
    Nathaniel Stratford

    Player 
    Lineage : Curse of the White Witch
    Position : None
    Posts : 137
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 26
    Experience : 17,849

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Inquisition
    Second Magic: Cheesecake
    Third Magic:

    Aftermath Empty Re: Aftermath

    Post by Nathaniel Stratford 2022-04-11, 19:43

    The warmth ended as soon as as it came, or so Nat thought. In truth, they had shared a hug for quite some time but the heart longed for more. It longed to feel rest, or anything other than rage and hatred for that matter. It had become akin to a drug and he could not let shake off his addiction to it. His hands were even shaking when they had pulled away from it, wanting to pull her back for more but he thought it would be inappropriate to do so. Instead, he could only look at her. The beauty of the woman he loved. Or he would have been if he wasn't distracted from being embarrassed at what he did to her outfit. The dirt, blood and mud that he had accumulated on his pathetic excuse for clothing had smeared on to her. It reminded Nat of the grim reality he now lives in. That gone were his days of peace and love, it has now been covered by the stain of his actions, and emotions. It left a sour taste in his mouth, he was unable to enjoy the reunion as much as he should have. Cold sets eyes peered at the hand signs Trinity made desperate to feel anything, especially since she was saying something important.

    He should have been proud at the development she had in sign language. She was able to do it quickly and perfectly compared to when Nat was teaching her a few, but all he could think of is how undeserving he is of anyone's sympathy. In his mind, he had become a vessel for justice, but nothing else remained. However, the truth is only more dire than he can imagine. The deaths he inflicted and his disregard for the actual officers of justice made him no more than a vessel for blind vengeance and violence, he only has yet to see it.

    Still, he was able to make out what she was saying despite his self-loathing, and responded appropriately with words and signs so unenthusiastic, they might as well come from a dead man. "O-o-o-oh..." he said, as both his words and hands were stuttering and shaking. "My phone ran out of batteries and I couldn't afford a charger." he continued coherently now, as if having found his rhythm. "I'm.... okay. Just had to sell some few belongings to even have somewhere to live. And been keeping busy too." The tone in his voice and his movements remained the same. Unenthusiastic and uncaring. He even forgot to reciprocate her question if she was okay, and how her blackouts were and only acknowledged them.

    Soon, she had asked if they can talk somewhere and he just nodded his head and gestured to her to follow him. The walk, though uneventful, was through a dark alley where most of Nat's more recent kills took place so as none would dare come to the place for the time being. Some of the blood hasn't even been fully cleaned up the police that picked the bodies up. And after the trip down bloody lane, they found themselves standing in front of a wooden door, it's bottom half full torn of ridges as animals and whatever pests have clawed their way through it. The door itself was very light to the feel as Nat opened it due to it being hollow as it served to be home to termites. Indeed, the door matched the dilapidated state of the building as some parts of the brick and cement foundations came peering through the paint.

    Nat's room in the third floor was not fairing very well either. The dim shaded white wallpaper had parts coming off the edges. Though there are signs of improvement. The door was sturdy enough as it was brand new, as well as the wiring of the lightbulb. The couch as well didn't match the rest of the room because the old one that made it shine bright like a diamond in a black light was thrown away as well.

    "So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, nonchalantly. "Sorry about the place by the way, you don't belong in a dump like this. You deserve better. I wish I was better.... And not this... murder hobo, as they call me on the news here." he added, grinning his teeth as he realized in his self that he too has lost sight of his mission in life and is now only just scrapping by to make ends meet. He loathed himself and smashed the wall near where he was standing on, unable to even sit next to the woman he loved. "I can't even offer you fresh clothes. I have none. I only have what I'm wearing right now." he exclaimed in frustration at himself, causing him to breathe heavily as he can't even bring it upon himself to breathe right. But after having calmed down through the hyperventilation, he looked at her with such emotion in his eyes. Emotions of sadness and regret because he is not what she, and even he thinks he is. "You shouldn't have come for me..."

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    Post by Trinity 2022-04-18, 08:46



    I CREATED THE SOUND OF MADNESS
    WROTE THE BOOK ON PAIN
    SOMEHOW I'M STILL HERE TO EXPLAIN

    --- THAT THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT ---
    The last thing Trinity cared about was her clothes. Her garments had almost always been dirty and grungy in some form up until the last couple years, so she didn’t even really notice that he had gotten grime all over her. The only thing she cared about was holding him and knowing that he was alive.

    But something was wrong. She didn’t have the social maturity to pinpoint exactly what, but something about him was just… off. Not the same. He spoke back to her with stuttering words to let her know that he hadn’t answered her messages because his phone had died and he didn’t have the money to charge it. Apparently, he’d also had to sell some of his personal items to afford to keep a roof over his head. All of that was concerning, of course, but there was something about the way that he told her that just felt so broken and hopeless. It had been a few months since she’d seen him, but he’d been mostly fine back then. Upset about a few things, sure, but not destitute. What had happened to him?

    When she asked about finding some place more private to catch up at, he lead her down the darkened alleys to the place that he was calling home. There were blood stains outside the place, and the door had lower portions of it torn up by animals looking for a way in. The inside didn’t look much better. Nat was living in absolute squalor, yet truthfully Trinity barely took notice. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognize the situation he was in. She did. But for a woman that had been raised in the atmosphere that she had been raised in, this was all just… very familiar, for her. And frankly, it wasn’t her priority right now.

    Nat brought her inside and asked what she wanted to talk about, apologizing for the state of the place and saying that she deserved better. And from there he talked about wishing he was better, not a “murder hobo”, whatever that meant. Trinity frowned thoughtfully as she listened, and she was about to lift her hands to tell him something when he slammed his fist into a wall with frustration, causing her to jump a little. He exclaimed over not being able to provide her clean clothes, seemingly guilt ridden over having nothing to offer her or take care of her with. It was really only then that she looked down and saw how stained her garments were, the young woman blinking at the outfit for a moment until he pitifully remarked that she should not have returned for him.

    Trinity stood there quietly, trying to think of what to do or say. He was clearly hurting and she didn’t know how to help him. She’d never been able to keep a friend long enough to learn how to support them. Hell, she hadn’t even kept a friend long enough to find herself in a situation like this where someone desperately needed some kind of support. There was a long moment of silence as several thoughts ran through her mind without any of them actually sticking, until finally she found her body moving almost of its own accord. Gently, she brought her hands to his cheeks and turn his face to look at her. When she was sure she had his attention, she pulled away to sign for him once more. I don’t care about my clothes, Trinity told him. I care about you To emphasize the last word, she made sure to reach out and actually physically touch him on the chest, her hand lingering in place for a second or two.

    Finally, she looked briefly around the room and, upon spotting the couch, took Nat by the hand and led him over to it, sitting him down beside her. From there, she carefully laid him down until his head was in her lap. Tell me what happened. It wasn’t really a demand, of course – her mannerisms were far too soft and innocent for that. But it was evident even to a woman as naive as her that something had gone wrong in the time that she had disappeared, something that had turned his entire life upside down and brought it crashing down around his ears. Her heart was breaking for him, and she just wanted to give him a chance to get it all off his chest. Maybe if he told her what was going on, maybe then she would know how to try and help him. So she asked him to talk, and upon finishing her request she moved her hands down, one holding one of his hands while the other stroked her fingers through his hair as she waited patiently to see what he would tell her.
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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford 2022-05-13, 00:04

    For a moment after his mental breakdown, Nat was blind and deaf to everything else around him. The dark emotions he felt seemed to have physically manifested around him creating a dark world, whispering to him, fueling his regret. But from the darkness, a pair of hands stretched out and took him and made him face a bright light that blinded him for a moment. Before long, the warm comforting light faded and Nat found himself lying on his couch. He took a quick look at his surroundings, wondering how after all this time he spent on the couch, this was the first and probably only time he had felt so comfortable on it. He would figure out why as his last scan of his environment he looked straight ahead and found circular objects covering his view beyond it, but he could see pink hair. Only then did he realize that he was lying down on Trinity's lap.

    The calm had brought with it vulnerability. The comfort made the troubled man open up to her request of telling her all that has happened. He had explained everything he had been through the last couple of months. How after they last saw each other, Dies Irae was suddenly disbanded and the only other person Nat held close to his heart, Sivvy disappeared without a chance at reconciling his mistakes. "Everything crashed down on me..." he said, as tears start welling up in his eyes. He would continue to say that Nat had equated every misfortune in his life to this... being... called Thana. The mere mention of that witch's name fueled his rage, only to be doused by his vulnerable state and caused his tears to fall down. "I tried hunting her down, but I can't, I can't find her." he continued, sobbing. He covered his eyes to stop his tears from falling down. At least that's what he tells himself. In truth, he just didn't want her to see him like this. Crying. "Eventually I ended up here. I didn't have any money any more to go anywhere else so I just got stuck here... This place changing me bit by bit until I feel myself being a reflection of how the criminals here would treat their victims..."  He continued to cry, as it seems that was all that was left to do. He had poured himself out to her, all the hurt from his months long journey of descending in to his current state. "I'm sorry. I should have gone to find you instead. To be by your side..." he added.

    But at the end of it all, he would find peace. He would find acceptance that his life had come to have. "Is it okay if I just... stay here for a while... holding you?" he asked, with a voice so weak he could be mistaken for someone dying. The tired man snuggled in deeper into Trinity while he wrapped her hands around her waist.

    He didn't know how long he had before his life would catch up to him. Time seemed to have flown by quickly in that quiet moment he had with Trinity. For now he was awoken by the sound of a glass shattering. His head quickly snap to where it came from and saw there he saw that his window had been broken through because of a molotov someone threw. Quickly, he got up and peered through the window, only to stick his head back inside the apartment because people were taking shots at him.

    He didn't have the chance to get a look at their assailants, but a voice shouted at them from below. A familiar voice. It was the same leader Nat had almost killed earlier, taunting her that it was cold of him to have already dumped and replaced her with someone else when they only just met. Usually, such taunts would anger Nat easily, but with his clear mind he was able to prioritize Trinity's safety above all else. The man quickly came to her side and held her hands. "They're after me, you're not safe here. You have to go. I'll come find you in Hargeon. Please just stay there." he said, suggesting they meet in Hargeon, where this all began, whenever that may be considering Nat's financial situation. "You can't use magic here, you gotta run. Come on." he added, as he held her hand while they made a run for the fire escape at the other side of the building.

    Meanwhile, the gang leader had sent her goons in to follow. The hollow and weak interior of the structure made their steps echo, creating a sense of dread and urgency for their escape. Once Trinity had gone down and out of the building. Nat hesitated to follow. He knew he had to end this in the Neutral Grounds lest they follow them. He wasn't even confident they could get of the Grounds before they caught to them. No, he had decided to make his stand now and defend them. "I'll meet you in Hargeon. I'm sorry, Love." he repeated, before turning around to face the goons in the building...

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