CS: A Safe Haven
Feb 25, 2006 0:00:27 GMT
Post by Musashi on Feb 25, 2006 0:00:27 GMT
(OOC- Karius, if any of this is unacceptable PM me and I'll change it.
In the skies above the Guardian's Island, the entire group appeared in a gust of wind as they displaced the air. The island below was wreathed in a slightly glowing energy field. Musashi spoke telepathically on an open channel. [glow=silver,2,500]”This is Musashi, warrior of TEMPLAR requesting drop of the energy barrier,”[/glow]
The blue glow died away, and the group descended down to the open terraces of the beautiful tower. The saiyan felt his feet hit the warm stone under warmly glowing sun, in the salty air. There was such contrast here, compared to the dank, oppressive feel of the jail, and he knew this would be a place of healing. He looked over them, the girl looked bruised and dirty, and the mother had bloodstains from an obvious beating. He internally shook his head at what drove others to do such things to others.
His gaze turned to his student. She looked...flustered, and he realized she had just had her first two real combat experiences directly in a row with no intermediary to deal with what had occurred. The group needed rest, and Musashi knew, Landvaettir would want to reunite with his family. He spoke out warmly now, the hardened edge dropping from his voice. [glow=white,1,500]”You may all stay here until this mess gets sorted out. Karius's warrior's Serenade and Shadole are the masters of this island, and the barrier system will protect you. If you need to confer with me, I will be in my quarters, down the barracks hallway.[/glow]
He looked at them all and said kindly, [glow=white,1,500]”The island is well stocked, and extra clothing and plenty of facilities. TEMPLAR extends its hospitality to you and I hope you'll be comfortable here.”[/glow]
He stepped away, allowing them the space to reunite. He turned to Kuwanlelenta and said, [glow=white,1,500]”If you would, I would speak to you privately,”[/glow]
Musashi walked away from the family, heading nearer the center of the tower. He wandered through the beautiful architecture, musing the entire way. “I've never come here during a time of peace,” he realized. This place, this beautiful place meant to be the home of one who was a watcher had become little more than a command center to the Saiyan. He did not like where his thoughts headed, but still, the despair was creeping in, little by little. “What is my life worth?” he wondered, “Is this all I can do with myself?”
He found the place he was looking for, hoping his former apprentice was not intimidated by his silence. He knew he should reassure her, but the words he searched for would not come into his head. He sat down on the warm stone edge of a fountain. He breathed in the air, and watched the water tumble down from level to level in the crafted levels, pure and clean. He looked at the sword, still reflexively clenched in his hands. For a moment he felt like hurling it into the stone floor and walking away.
Instead he took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. He reached beneath his robes and pulled out a bit of cloth, wiping away the remainder of another life taken, another death at his hands. He tucked the sword back into its sheath, looked at it and felt a wave of revulsion. It was so beautiful and deadly, a juxtaposition of healing and hurting.
He out his hand and the blade floated in the air tucked within his telekinetic grasp. It floated away, 20 feet or so, and then down to the floor. He ran his hands under the fountain and looked at them as if enthralled by the details. He traced the lines, the callouses, and the scars. “Some teacher you are,” he thought, “Your student needs your attention and all you can think about is how much you want to throw up.”
He raised his head to meet her gaze and spoke softly, not like his usual strong tone, [glow=white,1,500]”I'd like to be able to tell you that you'll be able to forget what you saw today. It isn't so, but you mustn't allow yourself to fear it.”[/glow] He turned his gaze back to his hands for a moment. He looked back up and met her eyes again, [glow=white,1,500]”Just try to remember that we did what we did for a purpose. We just saved that little girl's life, and whatever she goes on to do you were a big part of helping her do that.”[/glow]
He wanted her to understand the pride he had at how she'd handled herself. It wasn't the way he wanted to have her learn to fight, but she had performed well. [glow=white,1,500]”Regardless, you did well, better than anyone could have asked. You should take some time to rest and meditate if you can. There is no shame in getting out of this mess right now. I am proud of how you handled yourself, and I'm proud to have been your teacher.[/glow]
That was all he had. Musashi put his hands back under the fountain, feeling the tingle of the water as he awaited her response.
In the skies above the Guardian's Island, the entire group appeared in a gust of wind as they displaced the air. The island below was wreathed in a slightly glowing energy field. Musashi spoke telepathically on an open channel. [glow=silver,2,500]”This is Musashi, warrior of TEMPLAR requesting drop of the energy barrier,”[/glow]
The blue glow died away, and the group descended down to the open terraces of the beautiful tower. The saiyan felt his feet hit the warm stone under warmly glowing sun, in the salty air. There was such contrast here, compared to the dank, oppressive feel of the jail, and he knew this would be a place of healing. He looked over them, the girl looked bruised and dirty, and the mother had bloodstains from an obvious beating. He internally shook his head at what drove others to do such things to others.
His gaze turned to his student. She looked...flustered, and he realized she had just had her first two real combat experiences directly in a row with no intermediary to deal with what had occurred. The group needed rest, and Musashi knew, Landvaettir would want to reunite with his family. He spoke out warmly now, the hardened edge dropping from his voice. [glow=white,1,500]”You may all stay here until this mess gets sorted out. Karius's warrior's Serenade and Shadole are the masters of this island, and the barrier system will protect you. If you need to confer with me, I will be in my quarters, down the barracks hallway.[/glow]
He looked at them all and said kindly, [glow=white,1,500]”The island is well stocked, and extra clothing and plenty of facilities. TEMPLAR extends its hospitality to you and I hope you'll be comfortable here.”[/glow]
He stepped away, allowing them the space to reunite. He turned to Kuwanlelenta and said, [glow=white,1,500]”If you would, I would speak to you privately,”[/glow]
Musashi walked away from the family, heading nearer the center of the tower. He wandered through the beautiful architecture, musing the entire way. “I've never come here during a time of peace,” he realized. This place, this beautiful place meant to be the home of one who was a watcher had become little more than a command center to the Saiyan. He did not like where his thoughts headed, but still, the despair was creeping in, little by little. “What is my life worth?” he wondered, “Is this all I can do with myself?”
He found the place he was looking for, hoping his former apprentice was not intimidated by his silence. He knew he should reassure her, but the words he searched for would not come into his head. He sat down on the warm stone edge of a fountain. He breathed in the air, and watched the water tumble down from level to level in the crafted levels, pure and clean. He looked at the sword, still reflexively clenched in his hands. For a moment he felt like hurling it into the stone floor and walking away.
Instead he took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. He reached beneath his robes and pulled out a bit of cloth, wiping away the remainder of another life taken, another death at his hands. He tucked the sword back into its sheath, looked at it and felt a wave of revulsion. It was so beautiful and deadly, a juxtaposition of healing and hurting.
He out his hand and the blade floated in the air tucked within his telekinetic grasp. It floated away, 20 feet or so, and then down to the floor. He ran his hands under the fountain and looked at them as if enthralled by the details. He traced the lines, the callouses, and the scars. “Some teacher you are,” he thought, “Your student needs your attention and all you can think about is how much you want to throw up.”
He raised his head to meet her gaze and spoke softly, not like his usual strong tone, [glow=white,1,500]”I'd like to be able to tell you that you'll be able to forget what you saw today. It isn't so, but you mustn't allow yourself to fear it.”[/glow] He turned his gaze back to his hands for a moment. He looked back up and met her eyes again, [glow=white,1,500]”Just try to remember that we did what we did for a purpose. We just saved that little girl's life, and whatever she goes on to do you were a big part of helping her do that.”[/glow]
He wanted her to understand the pride he had at how she'd handled herself. It wasn't the way he wanted to have her learn to fight, but she had performed well. [glow=white,1,500]”Regardless, you did well, better than anyone could have asked. You should take some time to rest and meditate if you can. There is no shame in getting out of this mess right now. I am proud of how you handled yourself, and I'm proud to have been your teacher.[/glow]
That was all he had. Musashi put his hands back under the fountain, feeling the tingle of the water as he awaited her response.