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Post by Random NPC on Jun 29, 2006 16:41:28 GMT -5
An unfamiliar figure silently entered the lounge of the boys' dorm. If the prince thought he could escape him, and the curse, by retreating here - he had another thing coming. No-one would escape him that easily. Besides, why should the prince have his beloved if he couldn't?
Blood for blood. Her blood for Athène's. What Eraklyon took from him, he'd take from Eraklyon.
He silently slipped into the maiden's chamber and watched her as she slept. Not a soul was by her side, guarding her. Not when they had to watch the beast.
He slipped his hands around her throat, his grasp tightening. He paused when he heard a noise. So who was going to be her champion? Her beast or someone else?
OOC: tags Sky and/or Riven
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 23:03:02 GMT -5
OOC: Is it all right if I assume that this takes place after Riven's blow up in the Rehearsal thread?
Pausing outside Christine's door, Riven squared his jaw before he knocked twice and waited for a response. He didn't want to be here - not after what had happened earlier that day during the rehearsal for the play - but he had to suck it up and deal because she had something of his that he needed. After Chris had returned from her stay in the hospital a few weeks ago, he had lent her some of his notes to copy for class. He had completely forgotten about them, except that yesterday the teacher had reminded them that a major unit test was coming up at the end of the week and he needed to brush up on the material since he hadn't so much as thought about it for . . . oh, twenty-some days. So he needed them. Now. Before things got even more uncomfortable between him and her.
With a sigh, Riven wondered why she hadn't answered yet. Usually she was prompt . . . maybe she knew it was him. Maybe she didn't want to talk to him. Rolling his eyes, he pounded on her door as he said, "Come on, Chris. Open up. I know you're in there."
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 29, 2006 23:05:33 GMT -5
Well, that was going to be a bit of a hassle. "She's occupied. Come back later," Ribesteus snarled. So, one of her friends had come to her rescue. Well, this was going to be interesting. His grip around her neck tightened again, and he could see the fear in her blue eyes - eyes the same shade as his beloved Athène...
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 23:13:03 GMT -5
His eyes narrowing in suspicion, Riven knew that something wasn't right. Deciding that it was best to surprise whoever it was who was in her room with an unannounced entrance, Riven lied as he replied indifferently, "Whatever. But that's pretty childish of you, Chris, to have someone tell me you're busy just because you don't want to talk to me. Grow up, already, would you?"
Pausing for a few moments to give the impression that he had left, Riven then silently placed his hand on the doorknob moments before he launched himself at the door, sending it flying open with the brute force of his body.
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 29, 2006 23:15:51 GMT -5
Ribesteus's grip tightened when the man entered the room. "Ah, now this is an interesting turn of events. I would have thought the beast would have come to save his beauty. No matter. Blood will be spilled. Eraklyon stole my wife from me, so I will steal the love of Eraklyon."
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 23:23:04 GMT -5
Out of the corner of his eye, Riven spotted Christine's sword propped up against her wall. Not hesitating for a moment, he grabbed it as he approached what appeared to be some freak show of an elf. In a cold tone, he replied, "Let her go or I'll kill you. You may not know me, but let me tell you this - I can slit you from nose to navel in half of a second. Or, if I am feeling particularly sadistic, as I am right now, I can draw out your pain for as long as I want. So there are your choices: die or die." Lulling Christine's attacker into a false sense of having time to react, Riven suddenly lashed out as he ran the sword through the elf's side, knowing that he would be forced to let her go.
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 29, 2006 23:25:21 GMT -5
The elf hissed in pain and tightened his grip one last time before vanishing in a puff of smoke. "Eraklyon was lucky that you saved the key. But next time, he won't be so lucky."
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 23:30:18 GMT -5
As the elf disappeared, Riven swore under his breath as he kicked Christine's bed frame in frustation, "Dammit." Shaking his head, Riven stood there for a moment, seething, before he turned his head to look at Christine. Giving her a hard stare, he finally asked through clenched teeth, "Who the hell was that?" Before she had a chance to answer though, Riven changed his mind and held up his hands. "Actually, don't tell me. The last thing I want is to get involved in this insanity."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 23:33:25 GMT -5
Christine didn't answer, her throat too injured to talk. Her eyes were semi-glazed over from being nearly strangled to death. Her eyes closed slowly and her head tilted to the side - nearly making it look like she had just up and died. Which wasn't the case.
Bruises from a previous attempt by the elf seemed to glow on her pale skin.
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 23:38:53 GMT -5
Seeing a glass of water on her nightstand, Riven picked in up and then said as he took a seat next to her on the bed, "Come on, try to sit up and drink this." When she made no movement, Riven put the glass down and then moved to help her sit up. Lightly patting her cheeks to make her come to, he tried again with the water, "Drink; you need it."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 23:41:05 GMT -5
Christine's eyes lost the glaze and she slowly sipped the water that Riven gave her. Swallowing hurt but she managed to do it - somehow. She winced a bit as she drank, her throat far too tender.
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 23:52:17 GMT -5
Crossing his arms, Riven looked away as he said flatly, "Let me guess: this has something to do with that prince of yours. Big surprise there." Shaking his head, Riven got to his feet, his back turned to Christine. For a moment he was silent before he began suddenly, "I meant what I said earlier today, though. I'm done with this. If you're still too blind to the fact that Sky is the one who is always getting you into trouble, then there isn't anything else I can do to help you. Basically, I've come to the conclusion that the only time you'll realize that Sky is no good for you is when you actually die because of his stupidity. Until then, I guess you'll keep following him around because you 'love' him. And frankly, that's a bit too painful for me to watch because it's so damn idiotic - but no matter how much I keep saying it, you never hear me. So this is the last time: you're going down a dangerous path, Chris and I refuse to pick up the pieces of Sky's and your mess anymore."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 30, 2006 6:34:02 GMT -5
Christine just continued to sip the water, trying to figure out what she was going to say. Talking hurt however. She took a piece of paper and jotted something down. You think I enjoy having all of these nutcases attack me because they can use me to get to Sky? Hardly. I... I might tell Sky that until most of these problems are settled... We might just have to take several steps back and stay as friends...
She leaned over and shoved the paper into Riven's hand.
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Post by Riven on Jun 30, 2006 11:44:28 GMT -5
Reading the paper, Riven gave her a terse nod before he said flatly, "For your own sake, I hope you do." Inwardly, however, Riven doubted it. Christine wasn't one to back down to obstacles - even ones that put her life in danger. Somehow, he wasn't buying it that she was just going to cut things off with Sky that easily. Not after all she had been through to get to that point with him in the first place. Lapsing into silence for a few moments, he then said, his tone distant, "You shouldn't be alone tonight. I'll go tell one of the other guys to stand outside your door while I speak to Saladin about what happened."
Turning to leave, Riven paused, his hand on the doorknob. Without looking back over his shoulder at Christine, he said quietly, "Goodbye, Chris. Just remember to be careful. Whatever you choose to do - be careful."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 30, 2006 11:49:29 GMT -5
"Thank you," she whispered quietly, her voice barely there. "And I will." She pulled a small stuffed animal out from under her pillow and hugged it close. It was a small wolf doll - one that had the same fur coloring as Sky, but one that had been made years before she had met Sky. So, some of the fur was missing in spots, and the ear had been cut open so she could whisper her secrets into it. It looked well worn - and well loved.
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