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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 4, 2004 21:15:02 GMT -5
"Right," I said. "Now the elves are caught up on the crap that is our lives, back to the topic at hand. Where did you find this?" I gestured to Excalibur.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 5, 2004 2:23:32 GMT -5
The Sabre. Focus on the Sabre. Much better. No need to think about anything else.
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Post by Aredhel on Nov 6, 2004 20:40:12 GMT -5
I paused for a second, worried about them all - death was never easy to deal with, but when you were that close? That was a whole different game. But I knew first hand that forcing people to talk about it - to relive the pain - wouldn't help at all.
"Incidentally enough, Baffin Island," I responded lightly, trying to pick up the mood a bit.
"Isn't that in Canada?" Maya questioned, looking a bit perplexed. "I thought it was, you know, british..."
Lin managed a small smile. "A sword has no nationality, but yes, it belonged to a british king. We believe that early travellers brought it on their journey for luck and the protection of the fates, though we can't be certain. All we know is that is was hidden in the far north for some purpose, perhaps to protect it from people who would use it for evil."
"Like, you know, vampires," I interjected lightly. Lin fixed me with a look.
"Any vampire who weilded the sword would feel the soul and thus not wish to use it for evil," she said, rather forcefully.
"Calm down," Doc said gently. "Del didn't mean it. She knows why you made it, remember?"
"I do," Aralin said simply. Then she went quiet.
"Not much to tell," I said, shrugging. "Lin did the ritual to locate it, we went to the spot, which, ok, was maybe a bit difficult, picked up the sword, something about a curse in there, came home."
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Post by Nicola Next on Nov 6, 2004 21:12:45 GMT -5
It was morning, and generally I wouldn't be seen dead anywhere except my bed but I hadn't slept very well. Another headache pounded against my brain and as I stepped into the coffee shop, fingertips flew to my temples. Eventually I would learn that too much spell practice caused pain in my head but for now it seemed I had to suffer.
As I looked up, however, I could see that I wasn't the only one. No matter how well everyone was hiding it the air was thick with emotion. And Del was finally back... Which said to me that she'd been informed about Charlotte. But that wasn't the only reason for the sadness I could feel, yet right now wasn't the time. And so I injected as much cheer into my voice and made my way towards the others
"Morning!"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 7, 2004 2:54:54 GMT -5
"Hey," I replied, trying to fill myh voice with non-existant cheer.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 7, 2004 13:34:39 GMT -5
"Hey Nick-Nack," I said with false enthusiasm. the ol' act still worked a charm. I didn't even knkow the difference.
"What's all the excitement?" She asked. I pointed to Excalibur.
"First Soul Sabre."
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Post by Nicola Next on Nov 7, 2004 13:41:55 GMT -5
"Groovy." I peered at it. "So, uh, why do we have it?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 7, 2004 13:45:27 GMT -5
"Well, besides the fact hat Lin over here took part in the its Forging specifically to help Del?" I said. "And that they've been gone for so long looking for it? I don't know actually. Why did you guys bring it to LA?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 7, 2004 13:53:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, why? Just to be a special weapon?" I looked interested. I felt dead.
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Post by Maya on Nov 7, 2004 17:35:53 GMT -5
I admired the others for making such an effort, but i found that i couldn't. I sat in a corner with a mug of coffee and let the sound of their conversation wash over me. Part of me wished i could still be in the 'kill everything' stage of depression, but i hadn't the energy. The comforting viel of denial had today been shattered when we had to tell Del, and finally i had nothing more to protect myself with. I didn't even have any tears left.
Not long ago i would have simply gone home and had Josh hold me, and comfort me... but since our child had been taken... we'd... well, things had felt very awkward. I kept going patrolling alone, and he spent increasing lengths of time at college... we barely even spoke. And now there was that new girl, Vala. I was meant to help her, right? I almost laughed- how could i help anyone else when i can barely get myself up in the morning?
I sipped my coffee, and starred blankly straight ahead.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 8, 2004 2:23:43 GMT -5
I looked at Maya a moment. Then at Jessy. Then back at my sister. Not all was right, and I couldn't think of anything that could make it better. So I did the only thing I could do.
I wrapped the both of them in my arms and pulled them back with the group. Maya resisted a moment, but I was adament. I just let them lean on me, all the while not trying to crumble myself.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 8, 2004 2:29:09 GMT -5
I tried to stay strong but it was too hard. I cried into Doc's shirt.
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Post by Maya on Nov 8, 2004 12:54:49 GMT -5
I felt awkward. I didnt know what to do, or where to look. I couldn't cry like Jessy- i wished i could, but my tears had run dry. With Doc's strong, brotherly arms around me, it was so tempting to just crumble... but i couldnt do that either, and not just because the whole room of people were watching me. I couldn't because i wasn't feeling enough to grieve... i just felt empty, hollow... there was nothing left to crumble.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 8, 2004 13:26:49 GMT -5
I wished I could be strong like Mai. All I could do was cry, I was helpless. She was brave, she faced things, never crumbling, always a pillar of strength.
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Post by Maya on Nov 8, 2004 17:29:05 GMT -5
((Comp being dumb and slow so i cant be bothered to log in))
With both our barriers down, i could hear Jessy's thoughts easily, and haf i been able to, i would have laughed. Me? A pillar of strength? I suddenly felt strangely, almost vainly glad that Jessy had not seen me on the floor outside the spot, and that she too was out of it while i lay cry in my bed for a week... Apparently my acting was better than i thought if i had managed to convince her that this was me being strong...
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