Human, not human (actual rp)

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor squinted, straining her eyes. "Is that it? An island?" They were much too far away to judge what it was but that was her best guess considering the distance. She used the fur to pull herself up higher to see better.

 

[Ixidor92]

"It is."


There were only a few more minutes before Raziel pulled up to the beach on the coastline.


"A very small island, it only takes about 20 minutes to walk from one end to the other. But on the flip-side, it also means that it's undiscovered. To my knowledge, only me and my mother know of it's existence."


The island was taken up by several palm trees, with a few creatures here and there. Ray laid still, allowing Aamor to jump down to the sand below

 

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor jumped down on the beach, feeling the sand between her toes. A small giggle erupted from her lips at the feeling. "....wish you had told me where you were taking me. I could've grabbed a bikini and enjoyed the beach!" The words were a bit in jest and a small smile covered her face as she looked up at him.

 

[Ixidor92]

Raziel's massive eyes started to glow with a blue light once Aamor had jumped off of him. The coils of his body started to collapse into a single point, and when the light faded his human form stood back on the beach.


"That would have required going back to campus. This was something of . . . spur of the moment."


Raziel felt the sand beneath his feet as he walked up, the water dripping off of his form. His tank top was sitting back in the cavern, and shook his hair a bit to let the droplets fly


"This is where I go when I wish to relax. There isn't another soul to bother oneself here."

 

[Cyrionessa]

"....why did you bring me here exactly....?" Aamor looked at him inquisitively then looked away. Maybe it was just where she had been raised in a super-overly-protective home but she hadn't seen many guys shirtless in real life. And for some reason, it still bothered her. Well, bother wasn't the exact word. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy looking at hi-....her thoughts immediately stopped and a fierce blush covered her face as she looked down. "I mean, I consider it an honor that you brought me out here to your private sanctuary island. But I don't really know why...."

 

[Ixidor92]

"Well it's--"


Ray reached up and pulled some of his hair back behind one of his ears


"You wanted to head someplace private and calm. This is the most private place I know."


He was rather confused as to why Aamor suddenly turned her head away from him. Perhaps something else had caught her attention

 

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor suddenly put her fingers up to her face and felt smeared eye liner and mascara beneath her eyes. Her hair was a mess and make-up was destroyed horribly. She sighed and weighed her options. Try to wash off the make-up in the ocean or take off her outer shirt and wipe off the make-up with that shirt. It was just a v-neck t-shirt. It would wash. She slipped the shirt off, mentally thanking her lucky stars that she had worn her bandeau undershirt instead of a bra. It didn't have straps but it did cover the necessary parts. She began wiping her face off, trying to get all of the make-up off of her face.

 

[MControl]

Walking through a hall, the building chosen at random, he was just marking time till the clubs packed up. He had still not found a club that would hold his interest, so he really wasn't sure what he would do. With a club being required, he might try finding the fabled 'Go Home' Club. Walking past a room, he almost missed the modest sign labled, "Computer Club". '...whats a computer?' he thought, as he paused in the hallway. Shrugging, he turned and walked through the door, and was immediately assaulted by a wave of warm, dry air, and rows of lightboxes. His eyes widened in shock, which turned into awe, as he watched people sitting in front of these boxes, apparently manipulating the lights in them.

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray had turned to one of the birds landing nearby. Aamor seemed to have not responded much to his answer. When his eyes turned back, he had to do a double take. Aamor had pulled her shirt off. Admittedly, it was very wet, but the fact that she had pulled it off so brazenly bothered him more than it should. At least she was decently covered besides . . . The young man turned his back to Aamor, feeling a redness in his cheeks


"Um . . . could you warn me before you do that?"


Despite his embarrassment, something else had come to his attention.


Scars.


He had seen the one on her arm, but apparently she had many, many more on her torso. He internally debated whether to press the issue

 

[Cyrionessa]

Isolde saw the guy known as Renault enter. "Hello Renault!" Her eyes lit up and motioned to him. "You asked about League of Legends once, right? You should come watch me play!" She was queuing up with Cassius for a normal game.


----


"Do what?" Aamor finally got done and tossed the shirt down on the beach. All of her scars above the waist were visible now. There were gashes on her stomach. There was evidence of bullet holes on her rib cage, grazes along her arms and shoulders. But the one that stood out the most was the bullet hole that seemingly should have went point blank through her heart.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Um . . . your shirt."


Ray took a peek over his shoulder and quickly turned it back. Since he had been half-expecting them, he managed to get a larger handle on the scars that were covering Aamor's body. Several of them looked suspiciously like bullet wounds, but why would she have received any of those?

 

[MControl]

Blinking, he manages to sputter out, "...play? As in, a game of some sort?" He finds himself sitting, and realized that someone had had the courtesy of seating him in a rather comfortable leather upholstered chair. Staring at the rather mystical box of lights in front of his new friend, he was awed when he realized that the lights formed coherent shapes! and even script in the english language! He couldn't necessarily comprehend the script, but he could read it. "What is... this?" he said, gesticulating at the computer.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"The computer is a conduit for me to play games on." Isolde was staring intently at the screen. Who was she playing against? The enemy mid picked Fizz. A genuinely evil smile covered her face. Ah, they wanted to try to play it that way. Another few seconds and she picked Ryze. She was still staring evilly into the monitor with a completely satisfied grin on her face.


----


"Oh...." Aamor looked down absentmindedly. "OH!" She was mentally cursing as she saw each scar in broad day light. "...not what i meant to do...." She turned, trying to hide her self-consciousness. The thing was that there were more scars on her back. Long gashes and puncturing bullet wounds abounded. And then there was the one that appeared as though it was the exit point for the one over her heart.

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray turned his head again, noting that she had turned her back to him. However, this only greeted him with more scars. Raziel had an unreadable expression on his face as he walked slowly towards Aamor. He couldn't pretend he hadn't seen this. Wouldn't pretend he hadn't seen this. He put one hand on Aamor's shoulder.


"Aamor, come sit."


Raziel made a motion to one of the nearby trees, with the sun still shining on the sand there

 

[Cyrionessa]

The hand on her shoulder actually made her tremble nervously. It had startled her a bit. She turned to look at him, an uncertain look on her face. "O-okay." She moved over to sit underneath the tree, drawing her knees up her chest and put her arms around them. It was less a defensive position and more covering her scars as best as she could.

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray sat down next to Aamor, letting the warmth from the sand seep into his body. Aamor had to know what would be coming next.


"Aamor . . . I've tried not to push this . . . but--"


A single finger ran down one of the scars on her left arm


"--this isn't something I can just ignore. What happened? Why is your body covered in scars from head to toe? Why does it look like an entire militia unloaded their firearms into your torso? . . . Why have I not seen Lucas this entire semester?"

 

[MControl]

Shocked slightly as the screen flashed black in front of him, and then displayed 10 portraits, arranged in two rows, five to a row. "So... What is this... game you are playing? what are its rules?" he said, "And who are those portraits depicting?"

 

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor visibly flinched when he touched the scar. A moment passed before she could speak. "...I can try to tell you...." Aamor looked off into the distance. "Or I can show you. The first one will simply impart knowledge. The second one will show you through my eyes what happened." She hesitated for a second. "You'll also feel it. Most people would not want to do that but I leave the option up to you."


----


"Those are champions." Isolde explained. "I'm playing Ryze, the Rogue Mage." She gestured to the loading screen as she talked. "Cassius is playing Renekton, the Butcher of the Sands. The rules are decently simple: 5 versus 5 match-up. First one to kill the enemy nexus wins."

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that he would never fully understand until she explained to him what had happened . . . if they were here though--


"Show me."

 

[MControl]

Enraptured, he watched as the game loaded, and Isolde began going through the game start. "And what's the nexus?" he asked, completely ensnared by the flashing lights, "And why are you going there? wouldn't it be best, strategically speaking, to consolidate your forces?"

 

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor's eyes closed and her third eye opened. "Look into my third eye." This was something that a person normally pointedly did NOT do. She put her hands on his face, her thumb at his jaw, her pointer finger at his brow, and her other fingers gathered at his temples. "I will show you everything."


The scene faded and Raziel would find himself looking into a surreal scene. He was listening from behind a door to a female voice accompanied by several males.


"My answer will always be no." The woman said. That's my mother. Aamor's voice echoed in his head.


"You're making a mistake." The man sounded angry. "If you're not working for us, you will be considered to be working AGAINST us. Do you really want that?"


"We're not getting involved in any matters of state." Aamor's mother's voice sounded firm. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now." There was rustling and the sound of another door opening.


"We will not forget this." The male voice faded, as did the image.


That happened about a year ago, the summer before I met Lucas. Aamor's voice continued in his head in the dark aftermath. I forgot about it. Last summer, Lucas and I decided that he would spend half of the summer with my family, then I would go spend the other half with his family. The scene materialized to a dinner table. A woman, presumably Aamor's mother considering the resemblance, was saying grace. A man with dark hair and beard sat next to her. A girl and a boy who appeared to be younger than Aamor sat opposite of Aamor. Lucas was sitting next to the point of view. A pressure on the right hand came from being squeezed by Lucas' hand. As soon as the words of grace stopped, the windows broke with the sounds of gunfire and the doorways were filled with men in black.


The younger girl screamed but was silenced as a round slammed into her small frame. The younger boy rose as if to fight but was slammed into the wall by a shot to the face. Aamor's mother sent out a psionic wave to try to throw them back but it was too late. Her mother fell to the floor next to Aamor. The man started fighting them off physically but was summarily executed by having his neck snapped. Lucas looked towards the point of view and the next events seemed to slow down. His face seemed to explode outwards with blood as a bullet ripped through the back of his skull and out the front.


The point of view changed as presumably Aamor stood. It was more than just seeing them dying. She could FEEL their life force slipping away. She screamed, a psionic scream that ripped through the room. Shot after shot hit her but she tried to fight. It was then that she felt fire slip through her heart. She fell, putting her hand to her chest. She felt blood and then she was falling. She tried to breathe but coughed up blood. Her eyes went to her mother, who was still alive barely. Her mother reached out and grabbed Aamor's hand. As Aamor's eyes closed, she felt a surge of something warm. What was it....?


When the darkness cleared again, Aamor was in the white walls of a hospital room. A man who looked similar to her father stood next to her.


"...I'm...alive....?" Aamor's voice shook.


"I don't know how..." The white-coated form of a doctor stood over her, shaking his head. "...and this isn't going to feel any better...." He turned towards the man. "Orion, I stole what I could out here but I could not get an anesthesia machine...." Orion grit his teeth.


"...I'm sorry, Aamor...." Orion grabbed her hand and closed his eyes. "I'm truly sorry."


Aamor was about to say something when a piece of leather was put between her teeth. "....bite down on this when you feel the pain...." The doctor's voice echoed from above her. Aamor didn't have time to even try to comprehend before she felt more pain than the bullets had inflicted. The doctor was having to dig out the bullets manually. Aamor's scream pierced the air over and over.


I won't make you go through all of that....The scene returned to the same room. Aamor opened her eyes and saw Orion sitting next to her again. "Where are they?" Aamor's heart was racing frantically. "Where's my family? Where's Lucas?"


"....I'm sorry, Aamor..." Orion's eyes said it all. "I'm sorry..."


"....no....no...." Aamor was shaking her head frantically.


"Aamor stop, you'll hurt yourself." Orion stood, trying to get her to hold still.


"No...no..." Aamor sat up, despite all of the pain that lit her body on fire. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The scream shook the building with its psionic power.


The scene faded back and Raziel would see that Aamor's third eye was now closed. All of her eyes were closed and she was shaking.


----


"The nexus is the capture point." The game was staring and she was making her way mid lane. First, though, she entered the jungle to leash. "We have to fight through many towers to get there and it will take a while. If we capture it, it's game over for the other team."

 

[Ixidor92]

Raziel thought he could mentally prepare himself for what would come. He had thought that he was a fairly hardy individual. He had thought wrong. As the vision faded from his eyes, he felt like he was crashing down into the beach where they sat. Sweat had broken out over his form, and he was panting. Nothing could have prepared him for that. Nothing. His gaze finally turned up to Aamor's face, who was clearly in a pain he could only have the barest understanding of right now.


"Aamor . . ."


Raziel reached up with one hand and put it on her head. Gently.


"I--"


Ray tried to find words, but none came.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"We later figured out that my mother forced her life force into me while I was dying in order to save me." Aamor's eyes were still closed and she was still shaking. "My uncle brought me back to the Academy and told the Headmaster what had transpired. I have lived here ever since that time." The shaking intensified a bit. "It's my only home now. My uncle is constantly on the move so he won't be found by the same agents. And those agents are still looking for me. I'm not safe in the rest of the civilized world."

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray didn't know what he could say in this situation. So he didn't speak. Instead, he put both of his arms around Aamor, and hugged her gently. The light shone through the droplets of water still left on both of them, creating a dazzling effect over their skin, and the warmth seemed to seep from the sand beneath them into both of their bodies.


"You're safe here."

 

[Cyrionessa]

"I can't leave the Academy to find another life." Aamor was shaking even more. It was like she was trying to hold something in. "I will forever be on the agents' list. The Headmaster is building me a small home away from the campus and it will soon be my permanent residence." Finally, what she had been holding in exploded in a torrent of tears. "....they're all d-dead.....M-Mom d-died to save m-me.....she would've lived if....if....." She collapsed her face into his chest, beyond words as the tears turned into sobs.