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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 30, 2010 14:26:27 GMT 12
With a nod, Sabin left, moving off into an adjacent cave that he had painstakingly carved shelves into the walls of. Each shelf was lined with something, one had food, another had weapons, a third had plates, bowls, cups and cutlery. A small fire pit had been set up, and he quickly collected the ingredients and made up a stack of sandwiches, the best he could do with a limited time span. Putting them on the plate, he grabbed a bottle of water as well, tucking that under one arm. Grabbing a couple of apples, heslipped back into the room where Diova waited. Handing her the plate and the bottle of water, he moved back to his seat, taking a bite out of an apple along the way. 'Eat.' |
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Post by Nightstalker on Sept 30, 2010 14:37:13 GMT 12
Diova had been examining the room in greater detail while Sabin had been away, she hadn't gotten off her seat, in favour of keeping her wings still and relatively pain free. She looked over as he came back in, her eyes widening at the plate of sandwiches. Usually Diova made a point of ignoring orders, but when he told her to eat she didn't particularly care about that. Trying not to swallow the food whole, Diova forced herself to eat slowly. She stopped eating around halfway through and downed most of the water in one go. After that she put everything aside except for one sandwich and focused on eating it, one bite at a time, trying to convince her stomach that she wasn't going to die if it didn't get more food right that second.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 1, 2010 14:34:37 GMT 12
Watching her eat, Sabin felt a trickle of pleasure that he had given her what she needed, and a violent stab of anger. She ate as though she hadn't eaten in a week, and his fury was aimed directly at those who had kept her running, kept her fighting for her life with no time for food. Chewing on the crisp flesh of the apple, he laughed a little as she slowed herself down, trying to control her hunger. 'There's more where that came from. I didn't know how hungry you'd be.' He felt nothing against giving her food, as some would, just wanting her fed and healed. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 1, 2010 14:45:02 GMT 12
Glancing up at his words she frowned slightly at him, wondering why he was being so nice. "Thanks, but if you keep this up I'm going to start wondering what you want from me." Finishing the sandwich she took the last one from the plate and ate it as slowly as the previous one, which meant she finished it in about five seconds. She drank the last of the water to balance the food then sighed. "Anyway, I don't want to eat to much. It's dangerous to be to full." Setting the plate and empty bottle aside she sighed heavily, feeling much stronger than she had before.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 10, 2010 19:06:52 GMT 12
Sabin nodded, accepting of her wariness. It had reason, he knew. Leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees, he let one arm hang down while the other held the second apple, the cor of the first standing up next to the base of the couch. 'What I want from you is for your wings to be healed and your hunger sated. No female should be forced to bear even half of what you have.'
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 10, 2010 19:22:00 GMT 12
She rolled her eyes at his words, "No one should, but that doesn't help it does it? Saying I shouldn't have to go through stuff doesn't change shit. I still did." She tucked her legs up underneath her and folded her hands in her lap, examining her broken nails so she wouldn't have to meet his eyes. "Anyway, I'm to stubborn to allow what happened make me start creeping around like a mouse." She looked up and met his eyes, her own hard with determination.
>Your tiny posts make it so hard for me.<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 10, 2010 20:11:58 GMT 12
His eyebrow raised and he snorted. 'I've noticed. You went through those things, and all I want is for you to recover. You asked, and that's my answer, plain and simple.' Biting into the apple in his hand, his gaze never left hers, unwavering in their intensity. 'Your stubborness makes you who you are. Even I can see that.' His amber eyes glinted, darkening for a moment, going a rich gold before fading back to their normal colour almost immediately. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 10, 2010 20:20:17 GMT 12
Diova looked at him, a small frown on her face, "Then you are the only one who sees that my stubbornness is who I am. Mostly it annoys people." She waved a hand airily, waving away her comment, "And WHY do you want me to recover, I'm no one to you, you have no reason to want to help me." She kept her silver eyes locked on his, wondering if that strange shift of colour meant anything that could prove dangerous to her.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 15, 2010 16:15:01 GMT 12
He frowned a little, tipping his head. 'I can see how it could get annoying, but it takes more than that to annoy me, you have no worries. Anyway, I have the same problem.' He was stubborn as fuck, worse than anyone else that had been brought up when he had. He didn't exactly have parents, being one of the first of the Gen One's to be created, but his handlers had always gotten annoyed at him whn he was younger. 'You're in my territory so I'm obliged to help you. Even if that were not the case, I would anyway. I know how hard it is to not be able to fly, to stand and stare up at the sky and loathe those who could do so.' |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 15, 2010 16:50:05 GMT 12
Her answering sigh was light, but it somehow managed to be heavy as well. Her eyes drifted over to his left wing, where a sunburst of golden feathers marked the white. Proof of an old wound, something that still seemed to be hurting him considering the way he had rubbed it before when he had gone to get her some food. "Yeah, when I was trying to escape from those Zombies on foot even the birds annoyed me. Though, I think I drew the line at the mosquitos. They annoyed me for a different reason." Rubbing her arm absent mindedly her eyes went to the skylight in the middle of the cave. Getting up she went and sat in the bright light from the sun, reveling in its warmth. The colour in her hair and feathers came out in he suns rays, changing from black to a deep blue. Diova looked over at Sabin, a slight look of insecurity coming over her face, it was quickly masked however, she didn't want him to think her weak, and for some reason that mattered a lot to her. "Well, Thank you. For everything."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 17:55:26 GMT 12
Frowning slightly, Sabin caught the brief look of what seemed like insecurity in her eyes before it was gone, masked. With a litte movement of his wings that made the feathers rustle together, he gave her a small smile, leaning right back and swinging his legs onto the couch, stretching out on it, facing her. 'It's the least I could do.' There was something in the back of his mind, a little niggling every time he thought of her name, like something was ... wrong with it. No, not wrong, but not right either. 'Diova, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get your name?'
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 19, 2010 18:06:05 GMT 12
Diova blinked at his question, frowning slightly in surprise. "Ummm, No, I don't mind." She paused, wondering whether to be difficult and make him ask properly. She found that she couldn't be bothered though and sighed heavily. "Can you tell what my name spells backwards? It's a warning I guess." She shrugged, then winced and stilled her wings again. "But if I tell you how I got my name will you tell me how you got that scar on your wing?" She tucked her legs up under her, in the way she often did, her silver eyes trained on him.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 18:53:26 GMT 12
With a little shake of his head in an almost tender way, a wry smile spread across his face. 'I guess I opened myself up to that one. A deals a deal, you tell me about yor name, I'll tell you about my... scar.' Glancing down at his hand, he realised he still had one of the apple cores in his hand and slowly closed his hand, crushing it to a pulp before dropping it next to the other one. Looking back at her, his amber eyes met her silver ones as he ran a hand through his hair, pulling out the leather tie that held it back to the golden mass swung out around his face and shoulders. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 19, 2010 19:25:44 GMT 12
"Yeah, you did." She remembered, just in time, not to shrug. She watched him as he pulled the leather tie out of his hair, watching as it swung out from the band. She frowned looking around the room while she told herself to stop procrastinating. She didn't really know how to start. "Well..... I was one of the Harpies that was created, and GEEA was running a test to see how I would react to having no contact with anything else. All I really knew were my 'carers' who were more like torturers I guess." She rolled her eyes, she hadn't ever known any different until she had gotten away. "So yeah, I was kind of a bit crazy even to start with. I didn't know what I was. The first time I saw another Harpy was when he was accidentally left in front of my cage, which, by the way, was so small I couldn't spread my wings." She frowned and looked over her shoulder as if checking that her wings were still there. "The male was dead, and seeing another that looked like me kind of sent me into a tailspin. Some idiot didn't lock my cage properly one day and it doesn't take a genius to work out what I did when I got out. Didn't work out very well for me in the end, but I had my fun. Anyway, the set my name as a warning, really they just called me Avoid, but I switched it around because introducing yourself as Avoid gets kind of awkward, plus I didn't want to keep anything from them." She grimaced, "There was a whole lot of other shit but I'm not telling you my life's story." She looked at him for the first time since she had spoken and scowled, waiting for a reaction.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 22, 2010 16:46:16 GMT 12
The only visible reaction to her story was a raised eyebrow as she spoke about her escape, but it was almost visible, his bubbling anger at how she had been treated. Yeah, he had been no different, but she had had her emotions played, had been manipulated. That's what angered him, hearing about people who had been worse off than he had been, about their fight to survive. 'I was also created, one of the first. Everything about me was selected, eye colour, hair colour, wing colour. They tried to get me to be one of their "breeders" but when I didn't respond to anything, they chucked me in absolute isolation. Me, and a whole row of empty cells. Eventually I got out, but in the process they shot me, whith this special type of bullet that explodes on impact. Took me months to heal, and when the feathers grew back, they were coloured like this.' He shrugged, as if it didn't bother him, but in reality, he was annoyed that he had let himself be hit, had let himself be disabled that way.
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