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Post by stormaf on Sept 29, 2005 20:09:04 GMT -5
Arjani was being ripped apart. Pain lanced through her and she arched her back in agony, her teeth clenched tightly on a scream. Although the spasm only lasted a few seconds, it felt as if it took hours and it left her spent and gasping on the floor of her hotel room.
It was as if she had only just been born, right there on the short-piled carpet in the middle of an elegant swirl of blue. She lay on her back panting and wondering who she was, where she was, and why she was here.
Rolling to her front, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her hair trailing about her like fern fronds, long and limp with perspiration. She crawled to the window to see where she was. Steadying herself with her hands on the sill, she looked out over a stableyard. Beyond she could spy a busy street. None of it, neither the buildings nor the people lit a spark to her memory.
Despondent and confused, Arjani let go of the sill and leaned back against the bed. The floor seemed the safest place to be. It was where she had first found herself, her 'mother' as it was.
Without warning, the pain rose again; like an inner whipping, fire lashing at her insides and flaying her like a torturer, the skin stripped from her very muscles. Falling onto her side, she couldn't help but cry out, her long scream cutting through the daily routine of the hotel.
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Sept 29, 2005 21:28:25 GMT -5
Malachi mumbled back and forth with the clerk at the desk of the hotel, finally, getting a key for his room, he turned around and headed up the stairs, to try and find it.
He wore a pair of loose fitting, baggy jeans, a black spandex shirt, covered up by a red hooded sweatshirt with no words on it. On his head he had a cowboy hat, casting a shadow over his face so that it was not visible.
He had slipped the key into his pocket and finally made it to the floor he had been instructed to go to, when he heard a piercing scream a couple of rooms down the hallway. He ignored for a minute, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, slipping it into the doorknob, and unlocking he door. He headed into the room, setting his bag down, and sat smoothly on the bed, which made a small squeek.
The sound of the loud, piercing scream, still ringing in his head, and turning inside his stomach. He couldn't take it anymore, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and slipping the key into his pocket. He walked a few doors down, to where he thought the source of the scream was, and knocked lightly on the door.
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Post by stormaf on Oct 1, 2005 22:34:55 GMT -5
Gasping as the pain faded, she lay on her side beside the bed, her arms wrapped around her belly, her knees brought up as close to her stomach as possible. Vaguely, she thought she heard knocking on the door to her room.
Arjani craned her neck to look towards the door. The knock came again.
She opened her mouth to call out, 'come in,' but all that emerged was a loud groan.
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Oct 4, 2005 11:28:58 GMT -5
Malachi stood still outside the room, trying not to make very much noise, so that he could hear what was happening in the room before him. When the loud groan emmited, he knew he needed to do something, obviously the person in the room was in major pain.
He carefully put his hand onto the doorknob, but then took it off, taking a few steps back. He kicked his leg into the air and hit the doorknob, breaking it off the door. He easily pushed the door open now, and entered the room, only to see someone laying on the floor in pain.
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Post by stormaf on Oct 6, 2005 18:00:03 GMT -5
Desperately, Arjani twisted to see who had come in. Was it help, or was it someone bent on causing her more pain? Her aching body complained at the action, but she managed to push herself into a sitting position with her back against the bed.
Eyes wide with fear, her mind roiling with questions and tinged with panic, she watched the man who stood near the broken door.
In a voice rusty from screaming, she asked, "Who are you......"
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Oct 6, 2005 23:29:42 GMT -5
Malachi stood in the doorway frozen, for a few minutes. Not sure what to do, to get help, or to try himself. He wasn't incredibly skilled with his magic, but could do some things.
"My name is Malachi Sanders, I am a cleric."
He was able to spit out that much information for her. He stepped carefully over to her, and bent down to her, wanting to help, but not sure how.
"Is there... anything I can do for you?"
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Post by stormaf on Oct 9, 2005 11:47:29 GMT -5
As he bent over her, Arjani flinched waiting for the inevitable pain, the blows that should begin. When nothing happened, her eyes widened, but she still avoided the cleric's touch.
"I'm Arjani," she whispered, "Where and when am I?"
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Oct 9, 2005 17:10:13 GMT -5
Malachi looked confused when she asked when she was. He thought that everyone knew what time they were in.
"You are in the Paragon Hotel. What do you mean by when?"
He could tell that she was nervous, like she thought he was going to hurt her or something, so he stayed as careful as he could, not wanting to give her a bad impression of himself.
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Post by stormaf on Oct 12, 2005 22:26:44 GMT -5
His words did little to enlighten her. Arjani knew nothing of the Paragon Hotel and she still didn't know what century she had landed in. She closed her eyes and let the breath puff out of her lungs. Not a single pain assailed her.
"What planet am I on and what year is this?" She asked faintly.
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Oct 13, 2005 15:48:53 GMT -5
Malachi watched her for a second, before it clicked to him that he was supposed to talk now.
"It is the year 2005 and we are on the planet Earth"
He looked up and down her, and wanted to help her.
"Do you want me to try and help you?"
He held a hand slightly in front of them, and a white orb appeared around it.
"I think I may be able to help a little."
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Post by stormaf on Oct 18, 2005 23:04:16 GMT -5
The effect Malachi's magic had on Arjani was surprising. She scrambled away from him to shudder in the nearby corner of the room, her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried under her long hair. The dark blonde locks trailed a good few feet away from her. Small whimpering sounds came from her as she seemed to be attempting to press herself through the walls.
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Oct 18, 2005 23:09:50 GMT -5
Malachi looked extremely scared at the reaction of Arjani when the orb came around his hand. He stood up, and stayed in the spot where he was. Not wanting to get to close to them again.
"What happened?"
Malali looked at her, surprised still, he wasn't even trying to do anything then.
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Post by stormaf on Oct 27, 2005 22:05:20 GMT -5
Beautiful, but terrified, eyes peered at him from behind the wall her bent knees and wrapped arms made.
"You are one of those," she stuttered, "You use the dark arts! I am doomed!"
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Post by Tate Belegorn on Oct 27, 2005 22:49:08 GMT -5
Malachi shook his head quickly. Bending back down, and sitting on both knees, with his legs folded underneath him.
"No. The opposite infact. I am a cleric. I use the power of healing for good."
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Post by stormaf on Oct 31, 2005 11:49:33 GMT -5
The fear in Arjani's face gave way to a wary curiosity. She had experienced only pain from those who wielded magic. It had changed her in ways she hesitated to think of. Somehow this man didn't have the aura of evil, but she had no idea what a cleric was.
"Magic always corrupts those who use it," she accused, "And you do use magic, don't you?"
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