Zareh
The Robot Roleplayer a.k.a Zendrek
Sora Marvell - Streets of Magnolia
Sora replayed the whole scene in slow motion within her head, the more gory parts seeming to drift back to the front of her mind repetitively. Both hands had come to cover her mouth as if trying to keep back any noises that would give away how utterly horrifying it all was to her. Her fingers shook, pressed tightly to clamp over her mouth as her small petite frame huddled over into the snow that blanketed the streets around them. This is too much... The words weakly drifted in and out of her thoughts. It's too much... Every muscle seemed to loosen itself as she went from battle mode to defeated, eyes glazing over to be void of the spark that gave them life. I was helpless then and I feel that way again... Those hues stared blankly out towards the scene before her, more focused on the snow fluttering soundlessly within the light breezes that helped accompany the winter chill. " I have to help... " Her words were nothing but a hushed whisper, a small stab at trying to motivate herself to rise off the cold ground. It was solid though and it was keeping her together.
She imagined standing and conquering her fears but the images that played out only resulted in her crumpling into a broken mess once more. The worst part wasn't the injuries, or his jabbed through eye; no it was the disappearance of emotion in them. He seemed to be numb to everything going on, physically and mentally, and that terrified Sora. Where was her once cheerful and jubilant friend? Her mind drifted towards Lysander then and she subconsciously curled up tighter, nails digging into the skin of her palms. Light trails of blood trickled from them, falling to the snow as her fingers eased up. " I can't be weak anymore. " Sora's eyes ignited with life as she found the courage to stand back up, feet exploding in light and a flurry of icy wind that went flying about the chill air as she used the momentum from her sudden outburst of magic to land herself in front of Ayano. I'm a member of Fairy Tail, I'll always get back up, the thought erased any doubt harbored within her mind, only offering her strength now.
The slayer's frame hesitated for a moment, eyes glued on the small vampire before she brought her resolute gaze to turn and fall upon Timothy. Her hands spread outwards and she steeled herself, acting as a wall between the two. This act wasn't to be mistaken as the girl having some sort of change of heart. She knew deep down she would never forgive herself if she let Timothy go too far and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't stand to protect others when the fight seemed so one sided. And as of right now, the battle was over, Ayano was out cold. " That's enough, Timothy. " Sora almost sounded sad, voice dropping to a remorseful tone as she assessed all the physical damages to both of them. As much as there was a deep seeded disdain towards Ayano, it was still heart wrenching to see a smaller child be so beaten up in every sense of the word.
" Before you say anything else, promise me you'll explain what you are to me later. No lies. No evading it or trying to be elusive. Right now, however, you both need medical attention. " Her eyes stared into his, bearing down upon him in a serious manner to solidify what she had just stated. If she wasn't so short it would most certainly seem like the slayer was looking down upon him, trying to make him feel small. She was unsure if her healing abilities would even work on him since he was anything but close to human.
Timothy Harvard: A Sincere Sorry
[SIZE= 18px]The target seemed to be out cold, he stared at the whole entire scene. Giant holes in the walls that he made along with some minor damage but he is kind of glad that nothing got too out of hand or chaotic. However his mind is still set in a rational state as he tries to approach Ayano in case if she tries to attack again but he was soon blocked by Sora. His eyes still emotionless and blank as he looked at her. [/SIZE]"I know Sora, the battle is over...but..." [SIZE= 18px]his face shifted from emotionless to one that looks like he was about to cry. Timothy felt some sort of [/SIZE][SIZE= 18px]disappointment[/SIZE][SIZE= 18px] [/SIZE][SIZE= 18px]in himself. [/SIZE][SIZE= 18px]"Are you mad at me?..." he asks as his legs weaken and falls to the ground on his knees with tears and blood coming from both his eyes. "I-I'm sorry....please don't hate me....please don't hate me...I didn't w-want to fight, I just wanted to....I just wanted to help....I never intended for this to happen." he said with deep regret and sadness in his voice as he tries to wipe away the tears from his eyes.[/SIZE]
He finished wiping all of his tears but a sad face followed as she asked about "what" he is and demanded an explanation. He went silent for a moment and walked passed Sora to Ayano as he picked up her with his two blood filled hands. Timothy walked back to Sora and looked at her, struggling to not cry in front of her. [SIZE= 18px]"I'll...explain everything back at the house...I don't think it's a good idea to show you here [/SIZE][SIZE= 18px]especially[/SIZE][SIZE= 18px] how I look..." [/SIZE][SIZE= 18px]he said in a depressed tone knowing that his cover has been blown and he couldn't do anything but run away however he doesn't intend on abandoning his only friend.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]He walked back with Sora back to her home, Timothy laid Ayano on the couch still bloody in most aspects. He stood up and stripped his clothes off revealing his naked muscular torso however the most shocking surprise is the fact that most of the cuts made by the spikes were gone with a few exceptions healing up. "I know that by now you realize that I'm not exactly human...you've probably never seen anything like me before...but the truth is..." he explained before stopping dramatically and opening his eye which revealed the same damaged eyeball. He reached his hand into the socket and ripped the eye ball out revealing a metallic eye which shined brightly red.[/SIZE]
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