Eragon RP v.2

[нana ѕong]

Akyra says nothing, but is still quite grateful that he didnt pry. She hated acting like this in front of others, but this time she couldnt help it. At his suggestion though, she flushes a bit, fairly glad for the darkness of the room. "You dont have to. I will probably end up just finishing my sketch...might pass out at the desk again..." She replies back with a forced smile. Hoping to not make things obvious by avoiding eye contact with him, she looks over at him. She certainly hoped her smile was convincing at least. She had already promised herself that she would change what would happen if she could. She would not let Storm die. She hadnt seen Bayards eyes in the vision, but certainly hoped he wouldnt have been lost as well.

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Chelsea slightly flinched, as her slender fingers traced across a few gashes in the scales. Slightly grimacing at the fact she was doing this to an unknown dragon, the girl peered over, and placed her hands on either side, stretching the biggest wound, as she moved the extra skin around.
They were pretty deep.. it wasn't a pitchfork -- though that would hurt just as equally. Frowning, as she placed her bloody fingers against her temple in thought. Knives.. ah, a dagger. Quickly reaching to her tool belt, and grabbing the bone handle of her dagger, it made a soft zing, from being pulled out of the scabbard so quickly. Her fingers were shaking, but she forced them to stop.. it wasn't like it was going to die. Yet, anyways.
Pushing it towards the scales, it wasn't an exact fit, but yes, it could have been a flimsy dagger, by the looks of it. Not the cleanest cut, but it was probably used quite a lot.
Shrugging, she pulled it back and shifted her Dagger in the hand, gripping it more firmly, as she glanced at the dragon. Ciar. I'm uh.. I'm gonna need some help over here. She murmured, and to the call, Ciar flicked his spiny tail, and sat close to the dragon, ready to pin him down if possible.
Pressing her shoulders back, she uttered a simple word. Brisingr. The silvery blade lit up -- the fire not large, but enough to keep it smoldering.
Running it through the snow to control some of the heat, she then faced the animal, and bent down on her knees, as she had two fingers, and closed the wound, before pressing the blade to the scales, as it gave a hiss.
Repeating it over, to the other wounds, she tossed her dagger aside, as it landed in the snow, cooling off, but emitting a great deal of steam.



Ailene sighed. It might have been early.. but there were things that could be done. Blaze.. wanna fly? Maybe we can stop and watch the sunrise. A loud grumble from beneath the balcony sounded, before a slow reply. I tell you -- you are quite mad. The red dragon grumbled, before standing up with a heave, and leaping onto the balcony, in what sounded like, a tremendous effort.
Now sitting on the balcony, she glanced in. What will we do with the mutt? Blaze muttered, flicking her tail. It stayed inside, while she was sleeping on the ground. Noticing the envy washing off of her, Ailene chuckled, and slid off the bed, before lacing her boots up. Just leave him. I want to fly with you. Ailene murmured, before hoisting herself up, as she thre her leg over the bareback of her saddle, and pressing against her dragon. Feels like forever, eh? Ailene questioned, and all she got was a quick nod from Blaze.
Standing at the edge, the red dragon flared her wings, and leaped off, beating them heavily for a few moments, as they grew higher into the sky. Grinning mischievously, Ailene murmured a few things to her, as she folded her wings to her sides, and dropped -- free falling, like it was nothing. Giving a large whoop of excitement, Ailene seemed to be clinging for her dear life, but she happened to be enjoying it. Just.. not thinking about falling.
Finally, Blaze flipped, and flared her wings, as they tore back up into the sky.
After an hour or two doing tricks, they had sailed, before finding a spot not too far from the castle. Slipping off of her, Ailene landed in the waist-high grass with a small thud. Jumping up and down a few times, trying to flatten the grass, she settled down, and crossed her long legs, and placed her hands behind her head. Either watching, sleeping, or perhaps both, was a mystery what she was doing in the field. Blaze lay down a few feet away from her, and rested her head on her paws.
(Open.)

[fletch]

OOC: Sorry guys! I'll post in a bit but my cousin's dumb dog was jumping on my bed (it's a big dog) and it's not trained at all so it was biting me really hard and I got really frustrated and pretty much kicked it off the bed. It kept biting me until I dragged it out of the room and slammed the door. Ugh. I usually never dislike dogs but this one is so awfully trained I'm going to slap it in the face if it gets out of control again. I'll edit this post in a bit, but I'm gonna go wash my hands...

[fletch]

Bayard glanced at her, in a bit of a concerned look, because he wasn't too sure whether he wanted to leave her alone again. He was fearful that she might awake, screaming, and he wouldn't know what to do. But she seemed as though she might want to be alone, or perhaps even embarrassed for what had happened. Or...was she embarrassed or looking flushed because of something else? He wasn't totally sure. Giving a short, small sigh, Bayard nodded his head quickly and stood up from the bed carefully.
As he spoke, he put one hand at the back of his head awkwardly. "Well, I guess, if you're sure. The...uh, the sun is coming up anyway, so I'd best take Warrick out..." He studied her once more with his green eyes, then turned back away. Is she downplaying what happened in her dream, or are we all really in trouble? Then again, I'm not really good at detecting a lie... Bayard glanced at her desk quickly, seeing a vague shape of paper but not able to decipher the drawing, due to the amount of light that was available.
At last Bayard took a few steps and paused by the door frame. "Well...goodnight." Then he gritted his teeth. "Ehr...good morning." And, with that, he walked out back into the hall and towards his room. Warrick was already awaiting him outside, so he'd best get going. And, as well, time to finally try one of his experiments. That is, if it didn't kill him.

Easton looked hopelessly at the healer, then set his bruised jaw in a determined scowl. "Then do it." He said, not being able to bring himself to look at Jessica. He turned away from her for a moment to face the wall. It wasn't blood that scared him. Far from that: he had seen a lot of blood in his seventeen years. But the idea of being so...helpless scared him.
Jessica, trust them. You will be fine. Just breathe. Think about anything else, or focus on me, okay? Do this for me.

OOC: Sorry for short post on Easton, dog came in again and I had to try not to get bitten. Also, I think I might bump ahead Bayard getting shot in the back.

[Banana Dancer :)]

Once Jessica heard his response, she became scared and looked up at them but he was turned away. Now she was panicking. No, I dont want to go back, she cried and curled. One healer came over to her and whispered a spell, easily knocking her out. Please Easton, she cried a bit and squirmed till she was out cold. She felt betrayed again, just like the time she was knocked out by Alex, instead of her own rider. Then her soul began to wander.

She stood infront of Easton, yelling at him. "Why couldnt you do it?! Why did you let them do that to me?!" She cried, knowing he wouldnt be able to hear her. She sat down beside her body and cried silently. Till her father came and held her. She clung to him and cried to she couldnt anymore.

[нana ѕong]

Akyra nods faintly at his decision, standing up as well. "Thank you Bayard...For your concern," she mutters under her breath a bit in embarrassment, but clearly enough to be easilly heard. Following him to the door, she braces her hand on the door, nodding once more at his stumbled responce. "See you later," she says, adding a silent: maybe. After that particular vision she might not leave her room today. Or at least the castle grounds. She would not leave Storms side if she could help it, even if the war hasnt started yet. As Bayard takes his leave, she closes the door softly behind him. Leaning her back against the closed door, she lets her breath out in a shaky sigh. Oh what did i do... She thinks to herself in dispare, dragging her feet back to her desk. Her personality definitely took a large u-turn as well. Plopping back down in the chair, she mutters a soft "brisingr" lighting her candle wick, blinking against the sudden light even though she knew it was coming. She looks down at her half done sketch, picking up her quill before setting to work again.

(Ok! Sounds good to me ^^)

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ooc;
Since Ailene is in the field.. should she seem him get shot in the back and come to save-ish him..? XD I dunno, just options

[fletch]

OOC: Sure! Not gonna post for Easton till Kakana posts. Also, don't rescue Bayard yet...I'll tell you when. I am just posting them in short bursts, not all at once.

Once Bayard and Warrick were back out in the sky, it felt great. Bayard had slipped on his actual leather armour, with a few tweaks, and set out. Heat radiated from Warrick, and no coat was required. After several minutes of gliding, Bayard reached down and unclipped himself. "Okay...here we go. Be ready."
I cannot believe you are doing this just because you read it somewhere...
"Come on! It looked legitimate enough," Bayard snorted back. He stood up and glanced back to Warrick's tail. Looked...stable enough. Cautiously he crawled back onto the golden scales, careful not to tip over. He grabbed Warrick's spines for stability.
When you are good enough, you can fight from anywhere. Even the tail!
It was a lesson Bayard recalled well. But now...he thought he looked a bit silly. He couldn't even stand. Just cling onto the spines and prayed he didn't die.
Slowly, very slowly, Bayard loosened his grip. The wind almost ripped him from the tail but he managed to stay balanced. Steady...and then he was up.
I'm doing it!
Suddenly there was a whistling noise. Bayard, look out! And something zipped by Bayard's ear. He couldn't figure out what it was until suddenly Warrick let out a cry of pain, and tilted downwards. This jolted Bayard enough to scuttle back onto Warrick's hindquarters for stability, until they were practically dropping from the sky. They didn't fall far, and Warrick came in for a jagged landing.
"Warrick! What's wrong--" Bayard paused. There was an arrow sticking from between Warrick's scales on one of his forelimbs. Instantly his hand went to his tool belt and he unsheathed his sword, Ornthrönd.
"Show yourself!"

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ooc;
ok. I'll be drinking Snapple and watching Netflix but I'll check in once and a whike.

[нana ѕong]

Akyra taps the dry quill point against the table lightly, trying to push her thoughts to the back of her mind. Maybe drawing would help? She hoped so. Finally getting an idea how to continue, she dips the quill into the ink jar, drawing the tip over the paper. Her hand seems to move on its own, her mind barely processing what she was actually drawing. Her eyes droop close for just a moment, before she slowly blinks them open again. The drawing was done, but not what she wanted. She curses, seeing the sketch before her. What started as a basic sketch of Storm, turned into a part of her vision. Even in black and white, she could see the wounds that covered her sketched dragons flank, wings torn, and a pool of blood beneath her. Cursing again, she quickly crumples the paper before chucking it across the room. Breathing heavily again, she takes another piece of paper with a shaking hand. Waiting for her hand to stop shaking, she tries again, making sure to keep her eyes open. A better sketch of Storm soon starts to fill the page, this time, her dragon looks fine and healthy like she always did.

(I will simply RP Akyra's solo freak outs xD)