Now having an idea of how much time had passed, it was apparent that Grayson was indeed still alive. Somehow, he managed to fend off the deathly creatures that attacked him. He was undeniably strong. On top of that, Miroslaw began to think more about Quick's character. He was toying with them for the bulk of the fight that incurred. He could have probably easily dispatched them if he had wanted to. He even said he did not desire to cause too much harm to Neko. He seemed to have his own motivations, but perhaps calling him evil was a premature claim.
He winced only slightly at the needle going into his skin. He had to look away, greatly disliking the sight. Then, the woman spoke of Grayson leaving him the payment. This brought Miroslaw to an entirely enhanced state of confusion. He could not fathom why the mercenary captain would pay him for turning against him. He must have had a concealed motive, as seemed common place with the scheming man.
Miroslaw spoke up, “Great. Thank you for holding onto it.” This posed a question... Was he still accepted into the mercenary work? Beyond this, it may not even be wise to continue with it, considering he attacked the leader of the organization. He pocketed the sack after peeking inside, and it was payment for an uncompleted job. He transmitted to Neko, “Perhaps I was a bit hasty to judge the Captain...” A chuckled followed the transmission.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Neko was having similar thoughts about Quick as she responded to Miroslaw's previous question.
-I don't like that man. Don't TRUST him. But that doesn't mean i want him dead. I just don't think he is the right person to hold such...power.-
She stared down at the Cards in her hand, trying to decide what to do with them as she nodded to Iona. Her shouler was in pain from the injury, and she could feel other bumps and bruises forming from the fight with Quick that would no doubt need tending to as well.
-He had more Cards on him. I... I don't know what to do... This is building to something more than I think I can handle on my own.
They need to be kept from those that would abuse them. Maybe even seperated, to make it harder for others to get them. But... That would mean danger for those that have them... I don't know that I should ask that of others...-
Her eyes widen at the sight of Miroslaw's payment entering the room.
-Well... At least he kept his word on ONE thing...-::
Neko's words came with him, seemingly full of worry. Miroslaw felt nearly inclined to bear part of the burden, as he was, undoubtedly, a part of it. “Neko, you are my friend. I see your reasons for taking that card from a man like Quick as just. I am sorry I ever doubted your motives.” A pause came as he took in how wrong it was to deceive someone his instincts told him was a good person. Every time he second guesses his instincts, he makes a mistake. To make it worse, money played a big role in him not following the right path. After the pause, “I could take a couple. I would very much like to bear part of this burden, and ease some for you. If you can trust that I wont misuse them, though I will not force you to make any decisions. Either way, I am a part of this now, and we need to stop them from falling into the wrong hands.”
There was some uncertainty in his mind, as he flashed back to the monsters of that portal. He wondered if all the cards came with some sort of drawback or had some connection to evil such as the portal. The only he had experienced was the fire that Quick used, the death that someone used to try and kill Quick, and the portal. Each had a very immense power. Overall, he knew fairly little about them, but there was one thing that he knew for certain. They held a great power that should be possessed by someone who would not abuse them.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::She continued to stare down at the Cards in her hands. She wasn't even truely looking at them anymore, but lost inside the battle raging in her head.
She couldn't do this alone anymore...
She shouldn't ask anyone to take on the burden these Cards brought...
In the end, her own admission of inablility along with Miroslaw's words won out. Sure she could continue on on her own, but eventually the time would come where she would fail. And then all would be lost. She HAD to trust in others. HAD to believe they could take care of themselves.
Father would help, obviously.
Uncle too, if she could find him.
And Miro...
He had lied to her, but only because he had been mislead himself. And she now felt that the man she had opened up to on the road was the true person he was. And he was right...
Like it or not, he was now a part of this no matter what she did.
With a trembling hand, she held out the Excalibur Card to Miroslaw.
-Here... You should have this one.-
It was the best choice she could think of. The power it held would help protect him and the Card itself. She would keep the Knight on her for the same reason.
The rest she would speak to Father about. And Uncle.
They should both know the danger that was building...::
When he found a moment from the pain inflicting healer, Miroslaw reached out to take the card that Neko offered. As soon as he placed his hands on the card, he felt hesitation. The eyes of the demons from the portal came back to his mind. He forced them back and pocketed the card. He felt no words need be spoken. This was a sign that Neko had not lost all trust in him, despite being fairly undeserving. He just grit his teeth as Iona continued to assault him.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
"Come now, I've seen children with more grit than you, warrior," Iona's tongue was sharper than her instruments.
After the final stitch, she applied bandages and requested Neko to sit down next so that Iona could examine her. Once the treatment was completed, they were both free to go.
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You may continue to RP if you wish, otherwise the adventure is pretty much done.
Rewards:
Neko,
Acclaim-14
Deck of Solomon: Inferno Card
Miroslaw,
Acclaim-9 Gold: 400
Deck of Solomon: Excalibur Card
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2014 3:32:50 GMT -5 by Serenity
::She was greatful for the help of Iona, but was still distracted by her thoughts. It helped to keep her mind off the pain of the stitches it would tkae to fix her shoulder, but not much. She still winced and grit her teeth, but always tried to find a smile afterwards for Iona in the hopes that it would show her gratitude.
Once the Healer's work was complete, she approaches Miroslaw to ask for her bracer back...
...As he starts to undo the buckles to remove it, she places her small hand on his to stop him for just a moment. There was something more she felt she had to say...
-Miro...
I...
Thank you for helping me...
The Sellswords...Quick...You're too good for them. Find your friends and work elsewhere...
If...If you ever find someone with a blue hood...
...tell them I asked you to speak with them.
And guard that Card with your life. I doubt we've seen the last of them. It's time I gather some forces of my own...-
When she finished, she takes her hand off his wrist and waits...::
Miroslaw stiffens up a bit from Iona's words. He must have led on that her tools were hurting him more than they were. He tries to consciously show it less, until finally she was finished. He let out a sigh and thanked her. “Thank you.” Is all he could manager.
He waited around for Neko's treatment. He figured she may want to talk about their next move. After her wounds were treated, she seemed in a bit of a rush to go. Miroslaw started unstrapping the bracer to give it back to her, and then her words came. They were plenty to sway him against going back to the Sellswords, which he contemplated for a brief moment. He simply nodded at her. He finished unstrapping the bracer and returned it to her.
He stood slowly and warily. The wounds were freshly healed and he didn’t want to break any of the stitches. “Well, I am off for some rest.” he informed Neko before heading out the door.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Neko watched him leave, before exiting the door herself. She would trail him home, being sure to stay unnoticed, before changing course and heading for the Halls of the Noctis Venator...and Father...::