Xi speaks with eva abbout learning a few things.
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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]
by Ximal on June 3rd, 2013, 2:10 am
Xi closed his eyes again and let outa slow breath listening to her talk. Bring dread and dispair. Bring suffering down upon them instead of levying them from it. The flames she weilds are only good for consuming life. Xi let his eye's hold in a sharp glare. snuffing out stars ? Cutting bread with a broad sword. though he may do it with a bloodied sword. It wouldn't matter. Xi llet his mind slowly continue it's caravan of thought. "It doesn't matter to me...I've got enough blood on my hands as it stands. Unlike most I'm not afraid of dirtying my hands. You say a weapon is meant only to kill your flames are meant only to destroy. Flames are meant to vanquish and incinerate. But tell me, what else do you think i intend to use this for? The point and fact of the matter is simple. i don't care about how much carnage i cause in my quest. It's mine to know and mine alone. Someone has to plunge their hands into the filth inorder to keep another's clean." Xi opened his eye's slowly and let his right arm drop back to his side. and let his eye's continue to burn. Listing to eva as she continued her stride of thoughts.
"It's true, imay cause an untold swathe of carnage and mayhem in my path...I may cause untold suffering adn untold pain. To both myself and others...But if that means i can prevent innocent lives from having their souls marred black long before heir time, and deny fate it's course of action...Then I'll be damned if i let anyone, including the gods themselves stop me. An act of violence, can be an act of kindness in the long run...My hads are already stained red with the blood of many in my course of saving people...And not once, not once. Have i felt guilty over it. So Eva. Tell me. Do you think that i don't understand what your power is? A tool of death is a tool of death. But then again I've lived and fashioned my own body into a tool of death...Need i remind you what happened to your own two summoned creatures? I'm not one to baulk at the fist sign of trouble. No, i will use the sword of death, to spare the lives of those who need not be taken by it's blade." Xi pressed his hand into a fist and spoke calmly. "I'm a merchant of death, but through this i protect others. The ends...ALWAYS justify the means. Even if the means inolve the death of a few to protect the many." |
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by Evalin on June 3rd, 2013, 2:29 am

"A martyr." Evalin sniffed, "How dull... But do as you wish. I see little use in sacrificing oneself for another. A king would not sacrifice himself for a servant, for the King's purpose in life is far greater. His worth is more than that of the servant, and thus the greatest good would be to allow the servant to die to save the king." Evalin thought of her own purpose, what she wished to accomplish. A grand design, a greater calling that put all others below her for the time being. She had to survive, she had to achieve her ultimate goal... in the end it was for the best. Perhaps the same was true for Ximal, though even he might not know it yet...
With a sigh Evalin closed her eyes once more, resting her back against the wall. The pulsing in her mind still threatens to burst her skull, and she felt the craving building to a maddening level. Evalin rubbed her temples once more, wincing with the pain and whispers that plagued her, "But needless to say you shall not be compensated this very night. My power has been drained, and my ichor fights against me it seems."

Wretched Aura: As a Wretched One Evalin possesses an unnatural aura about her that causes unease in those who get too close. It can come as a prickle of the hair on the back of the neck, a sense of 'wrongness' about her. How people experience it is different depending on their personality and how they handle the unnatural and unknown. Animals tend to become more agitated, more easily sensing how wrong Evalin is and often avoiding contact with her.
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by Abstract on June 28th, 2013, 2:14 pm

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There wasn't too much I could give here... really, it just felt like Xi was repeating himself, and Eva was just sitting there going 'whatever'. But that wasn't a bad thing, because it was actually quite realistic... I loved all the philosophy you guys put into this, hence the decent amount I gave. Please PM me if you have any questions, concerns, or comments!
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