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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 4:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 3:06 pm
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Riku Redeemed Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 3:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 3:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 5:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 2:08 pm
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Riku Redeemed Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 2:37 pm
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Critias brings his hand to his mouth as he thinks, looking down at Iris's injured leg. He glances around the area for danger. "Well, you'll just have to ride on Sage. We can't leave you behind."
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An event that happened last night, elsewhere in Purgatory:
After nightfall in a rural farming village, Valkyrja patches up a woman who'd been brutally beaten. She wouldn't tell anyone what happened to her. She kept insisting that she tripped and rolled down a hill. She seems very nervous. After taking care of her, Val sits down squarely in front of her and looks into her eyes. "Tell me, lovely, who does this to you?"
Val has an accent and doesn't always speak languages correctly but in this case he means exactly the words he chose. He can tell she's been beaten before and has new bruises over old. When the woman looks into his amber eyes, for some reason she can't explain she feels compelled to be honest with him. She feels as though it's safe to tell him anything, even things she's never told anyone before. "My husband," she says, and busts into tears.
He pulls her close to his shoulder and pats her gently as she cries. When she calms down he pushes her back slowly and moves his hands from her shoulders to the sides of her face. "It is not the fault of you," he says. "People find the punishment of their own sins. You are not to blame. You deserve to be happy. Let yourself do so."
She isn't sure exactly what he means but she feels a sense of hope for the first time in her life either here or before she died as she leaves his ambulance where it is parked on the edge of town. When she arrives back home, her husband angrily demands to know where she's been. She says she was seeing a doctor and he gets even angrier, wanting to know what she said. She swears she never told anyone about his violent temper, that she told everybody she fell, but he knocks her around the house anyway.
He throws her onto the floor, calling her a stupid worthless whore as he turns away from her to reach for a stick of firewood to teach her a lesson with, but perched on the woodpile by the fireplace is a massive owl with glowing yellow eyes, smoldering in the glow of the fire like a bird from hell. It suddenly lunges toward the man, spreading out its great wings as its sharp talons reach for him. It slams him onto his back on the floor. He thrashes and screams but his voice falters into gargled choking.
The woman runs out of the house blindly into the dark. Long she's thought about running away from him but she was always afraid he'd come after her. He won't come after her now. She sprints down the dirt road as fast as her legs will carry her, her heart pounding in her chest, finally free.
Val's black stallion walks around the corner of the house when she is gone, his black hooves sinking into the dark grass. He snorts and lifts his head, pinning his ears as Val comes out of the house carrying something that looks very much like a body wrapped in a sheet.
"What's all the commotion, doctor!?" cries the neighbor from across the yard.
"Seizure, probably," he says as he lobs the bundle over his horse's back. "To do autopsy for make sure." He climbs onto his horse and pulls lightly on the left rein to turn the stallion around.
"Ah. Shame you didn't get here sooner," says the neighbor uncomfortably, watching him.
"Shame it is," says Val with a tip of his hat. He lights one of his expensive cigarettes as his tall stallion walks calmly down the road, the darkness enveloping them as the soft clip-clop of his hooves slowly fades away into the night.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 2:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 7:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 2:30 pm
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Riku Redeemed Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 2:56 pm
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"Do not speak of such a crime so openly," Critias says sternly to Iris, looking serious, almost angry. "When you were alive, you wouldn't publicly talk about planning a murder, would you? The balance between this world and the living world is delicate. No one leaves here except by the will of a god. Angering them will land you in the bowels of Hell. You cannot imagine its horrors. Nothing you have lived through can compare to that terrible place. It is beyond your capability to imagine." She's seen Heaven firsthand and knows how wonderful it is beyond description; Hell is probably as evil as Heaven is beautiful, and Heaven is indeed far greater than any living person could have imagined.
He turns to Sage and tells him to turn into a unicorn, then looks back to Iris. "I am Sir Critias, and this is Sage. We must have that jewel back. I can't let you leave this realm until we've separated it from you. Only a certain god can restore it to its original form, and to find him we'll need to speak with a certain man. I don't know if we can trust him, but I know of no one else who could take us there. After that, you can do as you please."
He doesn't want to get involved in her shenanigans, he just wants the jewel back and he doesn't intend to let her out of his sight until he has it. But he said only a god can restore the jewel and only a god can grant her request, so it looks like their goal and hers may lie in the same destination anyway.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 2:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 5:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2018 1:51 pm
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Riku Redeemed Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2018 2:09 pm
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