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Human, not human (actual rp)

If you were to pick a field trip destination for this class, which one would it be?

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Ray fell back a little as Aamor collapsed into him, but kept one arm around her as the other braced him against the sand. He couldn't say anything. He could only sit there as Aamor cried harder than he had ever seen anyone cry before in his life. The choking sobs racked against his bare chest, and Ray found one of his hands traveling up to Aamor's head to gently stroke it. He started to stroke her hair gently, waiting for the tears to die down
 
Aamor was physically weakened now. Imparting such strong memories took a toll on her body. She was no where near as powerful as an adult oracle. The crying was proving to be too physically tasking and it died off into her shaking with her head buried into his chest. Some time during the sobbing, her arms had wrapped around him and she was now clutching onto him as if she clutched onto him for dear life.
 
Ray waited a few more minutes, then gently stood up. He took Aamor with him, lifting her up beneath her armpits and gently guiding her to the water.


"Aamor, keep your eyes closed."


The were waist-deep in the water, and Ray gently guided her face to the surface, submerging it for only a second before bringing it back up. His hand wiped away some of the salt-water from her face, revealing very red eyes


"Better?"
 
Aamor nodded. She was still extremely physically weak. "....transference of highly emotional memories takes a toll on my body....I'm a little shaky right now...." This was quite true considering that Raziel was right now the reason that she was upright at all. The small waves in the shallows were enough to knock her down right now.
 
Ray nodded slowly and supported her as they made their way back to the sands on the beach.


"Sit here for a minute."


Raziel pulled down a few palm branches, throwing them down onto the sand like a blanket of sorts before he helped Aamor back over to them and lie down.


"Close your eyes and rest. Tomorrow is Sunday, the Academy can live without us for one day."
 
"....don't go...." Aamor's blue eyes looked up at him imploringly. "....please.....stay....." Her hand reached out to grab his arm, anchoring him there. "...I-I don't w-want to b-be alone after....th-that...." She knew full and well that as soon as she closed her eyes, she'd probably see it all again. Right now, all she wanted was to feel safe and currently Raziel was safe.
 
"I'm not going anywhere."


Raziel crossed his legs and remained pointedly seated next to Aamor.


"You'll be safe here, especially as long as I'm around."
 
"Th-thank you..." Aamor's head came to rest on his leg, as if she need to be close to her point of safety. She was exhausted and she could feel waves of tiredness dragging her into the dark. "...thank you, Raziel...." Her voice grew much soft as she grew more tired. The grip on his arm slid down so that it was now on his hand and her eyes closed, welcoming the oncoming darkness.
 
Raziel let out a sigh and fell back on the palm branches, one hand on Aamor's head as he closed his eyes. He had to mull over this, think about what he had been shown. He understood many things now. Why physical contact scared her, why she was so shut-in from everyone else, why Lucas was no longer with them, why she was kept in a crystal box to keep her nightmares from hurting others. Now only one question plagued him . . . who? Who was the one responsible for this?
 
A few hours later, Aamor's eyes shut even tighter in sleep. What was she seeing? She was in the forest outside of the Academy. A dragon and a lioness stood face-to-face, as if squaring off for a fight. Fire surrounded them and the wind howled. Something within her soul told her that something was wrong, that there was a reason to stop these two. But it was too late to stop them; the two jumped for their enemy's throat and began to fight. The dragon seemed to have the upper hand with his power, but the lioness was crafty and quick. They didn't seem to see that their fight was destroying everything around them. A wolf, accompanied by a raven overhead, bounded through the forest. A white dove flew overhead, as if heading towards the fight. A serpent moved through the creek waters. Then she saw it. A tree like no other, gigantic and towering over all of the others. The blaze spread to that great tree and a piercing wail of pain filled the air. The two combatants didn't seem to hear but Aamor could hear it. It was as if the tree itself was screaming except the tree sounded like-


Aamor sat upright fast, breathing hard. What had she just seen? Beside her, it seemed that Raziel had dozed off next to her. Aamor tried to focus on the dream because this wasn't an ordinary dream. She knew that these were representations of being and events. A fight on that sort of scale shouldn't happen on school grounds. It wasn't logical. But if a fire started as the leaves were starting to change and everything was starting to dry out....


She suddenly had a moment of clarity and saw some of it. The dragon was obviously a representation of Alex. The lioness was most likely Habibah, the freshmen who seemed to have collected a group to oppose him. Perhaps the serpent was Raziel. And the tree was Anya. The rest of the characters seemed a bit fuzzy and unclear to her. This was a vision of the future and she knew that it had to be stopped. How soon would it occur? Hours? Days? Maybe minutes?
 
Ray groaned softly from where he was lying down. The sun had fallen slightly, but it was still shining over the sand. Raziel was lucky, his scales were a natural deterrent for the sun's rays, as the ocean offered little protection to them without going deep. Other creatures wouldn't necessarily be so lucky
 
Aamor had by now stood up to go swim in the surf and was much too busy to notice that Ray had awakened. The word "swim" was a very loose term. It was more like she was sitting in the water and letting the waves rush over her. Her face was pointed upward to the sky with a grin on her face as the ocean spray came over her body. She would get up and move at times, of course, to get different angles of waves. Complete soaked head to toe, her long, dark hair was pushed back over her head and down her back. All in all, it was a beautiful image set against the sea, the waves, and the sun sparkling across the water.
 
Ray leaned up and rubbed his neck a little, some sand coming off in the process. He blinked his eyes a couple of times as the sun hit them, and it took him a moment or two to remember where he was.


"Right. I left for the island with--"


With Aamor. A quick scan of the nearby area revealed that she was sitting in the shallows. Ray stood up and shook himself slightly before coming up behind the young woman. The vision from before still was fresh in his memory . . . but he needed more time to digest that.


"Up and about I see."
 
Aamor nodded. "Mmmhmmmm." On impulse, she grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the surf next to him. A massive giggle came out of her lips and she tried to splash him as much as she could in the few seconds that she had before he reacted.
 
Ray did go down, but he didn't come back up above the surface of the water. In fact, there was a good minute where Aamor had to look around and wonder where he had gone to. Then a pair of hands came up from behind her and pulled her under the water. Raziel stood up and shook his head a little as Aamor spluttered back above the water level


"Trying to one-up a leviathan in the water?"
 
"....don't know how to have a splash war, wee sea beastie?" Aamor taunted him teasingly. She was allowing a little bit of a Scottish accent come into her voice. "Don' know how to 'ave fun?" It was an unconscious slip back into another time in her life when she had lived in Scotland. "Come at me, wee beastie!" She gestured towards him in a "come at me bro" way.
 
Ray shook his head slightly and gave a sigh


"Fine, but remember you're the one who started this."


Ray immediately dove back under the water. Even when he wasn't in his true form, he swam much faster than most people. In a few seconds he had tackled Aamor's legs under the water, taking her under the waves again. When he came back up, Aamor was slung over his right shoulder, water dripping off both of them as he rose up from the surface


"Who's the 'wee beastie' now?"
 
The irritated look on Aamor's face said it all. "....I just wanted a splash war..." Another thought struck her. "And do you ever laugh? And don't think I've ever heard you laugh before." Yet another thought struck her. She immediately began to explore the obvious ticklish area of the ribs from her upside down position.
 
Ray had started to walk up to the beach, but was stopped in his tracks as he found his ribs suddenly assaulted


"Hey! What--wo--"


The two of them ended up falling into the very shallow water, the wet sand cushioning the impact


"By the pantheons woman!"


Raziel did spare a thought that Aamor finally seemed to be getting somewhat back to her old self. She was miles better than she had been before they came out here.
 
He watched intently as she manipulated her summoned champion into the mid-lane, and observed the lightning quick byplay of text flashing across the screen. With rapt attention, he observed the opposing summon be harassed, as Isolde commanded her proxy in the summoning field to slaughter the endless waves of minions. "Wouldn't focusing your spells upon the enemy be more effective? With him dead, it should be much easier to complete your objectives, right?"
 
"....you still didn't laugh..." The look on Aamor's face was almost comically upset. "I just want to see you laugh..." She was actually pouting, but not looking at him. Aamor was not aware that she was able to do the sad, puppy dog look without trying.


----


"I farm the minions and they give me gold. Gold gives me items. Items make me more powerful." Isolde snared Fizz for a moment in order to blast him down with her spells, forcing him to retreat.
 
Raziel did not laugh, but he did give a smile at Aamor


"A laugh is best when not forced don't you think? You should get out of the water and dry before the sun decided to go down, the temperature's going to drop pretty fast after that."


Raziel stood up and offered his hand to Aamor


"And I might have to take drastic action if you pull me down again."
 
"Well, if the temperature's going down...." Aamor looked down at her current attire and sighed. "....I'm going to be cold tonight then...." She just couldn't see Raziel wanting to share body heat for an entire night. "My clothes are going to be soaked for a while....I can't exactly make a coconut bra and a grass skirt to replace them while they dry." The idea to her was ludicrous and she laughed at it.
 
Ray quickly turned his head and covered his mouth, snorting as he tried to stifle laughter. The mental image was too ridiculous to not laugh at.


"Well--"


Ray held back another snort of laughter


"There are a few preparations we could make beforehand."
 
"....you...laughed...." Aamor was stunned by this fact for a moment. "....YOU LAUGHED!!!" She jumped up and down, punching her fists up into the air. "Yes! I succeeded!" Her eyes danced with mirth. "I made you la~ugh. I made you la~ugh!" She slipped on the sand and landed square on her backside. Daunted for only a minute, she continued her celebration.
 

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