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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Dec 26, 2009 2:15:21 GMT
Isabella rushed forward, grabbing his jacket. She carefully wrapped it around the girl's body, ignoring Melville for the moment. Isabella put her fingers to Mayu's neck checking for a pulse, it was there but very faint. If it wasn't bad enough that someone had harmed a complete stranger, but now the girl was saved but might die again. "We have to get you both some where warm, now. I don't like her color.. Think you can teleport us through the protection spell again or do we need to go to the forest?" she rubbed the girl's fingers, trying to avoid the blueish tint to her lips.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 26, 2009 2:32:34 GMT
He held her close, closing his eyes tightly as he pushed her closer to him. Stay warm... stay with me... he thought, though he couldn't say it out loud. He leaned over her, trying hard to cast the spell. They flickered in and out of vision, but stayed where they were. He was always weak at magic, and hadn't known how he'd ever managed before. All was hopeless. He shook his head, taking another look down at her, putting his entire heart and soul into the spell.
He breathed heavily, feeling like a ton of bricks have crushed into his chest. But he looked around, seeing that they were deep in the heart of the forest. It had been all he'd had the energy to do. "Isabella..." he requested, knowing she could send them the rest of the way and barely with the energy to stay conscious.
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Dec 26, 2009 2:39:44 GMT
Isabella nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. She closed her eyes, focusing on the spell. It didn't take her much energy to get them safely into the main dorm room. It was thankfully empty. "Melville, your about to drop.." she said sympathetically, watching him as his energy drained. She reached out and touched his shoulder, transferring energy for him to use. Next she searched through her bag and found smelling salts which she then placed under Mayu's nose.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 26, 2009 2:53:31 GMT
Her lids felt like lead, her throat like sandpaper. With superhuman effort she cracked open her eyes, trying to push away the horrible smell. "Wha..appe'?" she tried, barely able to get the words out. It was cold, she was cold. Something cold was holding her. Mayu forced herself to look up, feeling her limbs numb. "M-mel?.." she asked, trying to figure out faces. Talking was just hurting her throat, catching the soft tissues on fire.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 26, 2009 2:58:48 GMT
He felt the energy rushing through him, though it was little more than what a sugary drink would do. He was a big guy, and no matter how much of her energy Isabella leant him it was nothing compared to what he was used to.
He looked down, cradling her softly and still holding her tightly to warm her up, looking down at her, "Yeah, I'm here..." he said softly, finding it suddenly harder to stay awake now he knew she was awake and going to be warm. The only thing that kept him upright was the fear of crushing her if he fell unconscious.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 26, 2009 3:28:43 GMT
Mayu wiggled closer, trying to warm herself up. A person was in the room, but they were leaving, so she didn't care. "Why are we wet?" she asked, noticing how her hair clung to her face. Her memory was a little spotty, but she remember walking along the harbor, then something dragging her down. Had she fallen into the water? If so, how did Mel know where to look?
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 26, 2009 3:33:11 GMT
He kissed her forehead softly, though didn't dare shut his eyes. Stay awake, stay with her, just a few moments longer... he thought to himself, his grip loosening on Mayu. "You almost drowned... Isabella said it was something about the dead?" he said with a shrug, having not quite understood much other than she was in danger, and it was his job to save her.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 26, 2009 3:52:27 GMT
Mayu almost slipped back into unconsciousness, feeling Mel falling asleep. "Bed time." she mumbled, motioning that the couch be their bed. Her eyelids kept dropping, threatening to take her to lala land. A tightness closed her throat, threatening to take off her very air. She gasped, trying to find oxygen for her brain. Why the hell was this happening?
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 26, 2009 3:58:37 GMT
He felt her tiredness, tempted to agree with her when he looked down at her, and how she was struggling. "M-Mayu?" he asked, finding her struggling to breath. "Mayu!" he gasped, feeling completely helpless. What was wrong with her?! She was always the strongest at healing, and now she needed it badly. Someone, please, anyone help! he begged anyone that could hear him, anyone close to Mayu, anyone close to them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 4:12:48 GMT
Mathew released his grip, only for a moment, only so that he knew they could both hear him clearly as he sent his thoughts straight to them;
Every day you made her suffer, I held back. I held back when you hurt and betrayed her, and now I know that to hurt you, little Mayu, will hurt those who hurt her the most.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 26, 2009 4:17:03 GMT
What did I do though? How can I be the one to deserve this? Tears came from hers eyes as she forced herself to breath for those precious seconds that he let go. Wasting energy she needed, but she couldn't care, she grasped Mel's hand, using it as an almost lifeline. Deep down she knew that unless someone got this..thing, away form her then she was going to die.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 26, 2009 4:22:10 GMT
"No!" He screamed, holding tightly onto her, using his own body as a shield and looking around desperately for whoever was doing this. It never crossed his frantic mind that it could be something unfazed by physical presence. "You can't take her, I won't let you..." he said, holding her tightly as tears dashed his eyes, though he closed them tightly shut. "She's done nothing wrong! I've done the wrong, punish me!" he said still unknowing who 'she' was meant to be. He was refusing to open his eyes, waiting for a blow.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 4:44:44 GMT
Antosha looked at the room with serious eyes, Mathew had reduced his sister to tears. Unacceptable. Julie screeched, loud enough to be heard by anyone, leaping through Mel to tackle Mathew. Though they were spirits they were still able to fight each other, and use weapons. Julie jagged him once in the throat with her right foot and at the same time kicked him hard in the groin with her left. They may not be able to die, but they could feel pain. Mathew was swimming in pain. Julie cut of the tip of his right pinkie before twirling backwards, guarding Mayu carefully. Antosha just stood there, watching the fight.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 4:50:29 GMT
She turned to Antosha, shielding her eyes from the fight though she could tell it wasn't her eyes that were seeing it. Every inch of pain and every second of the fight she was acutely aware of. She could not feel it, but she had the pain described to her so vividly it was almost as real. She could feel him trying to fight back, losing his only advantage - his knowledge - in the twisted rage. "Please... be quick..." she told him softly, though she wanted him to suffer more than anyone. For every ounce of pain she felt through his connection, she felt ten times for everything he had ever done or tried to do to her friends.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 26, 2009 4:56:21 GMT
He raised his head slowly, hearing other people entering the room. He looked around himself, watched at where Antosha stared, his eyes falling onto nothingness, but it seemed whatever it was Diane saw the same, but she avoided it. He looked down at Mayu, lifting her carefully, asking "Is it safe?"
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