04-13-2016, 10:54 PM
Darkness, it was murky and yet somewhat bleak. Suddenly, it felt like his inside were shaking, Swish-swish... Swish-swish. The man shivered and suddenly his body felt lighter, the sense of fatigue lifted from his shoulders, and the gauntness of his skin from the amount of blood he had lost during the battle had started to shimmer with pigment once more. It wasn’t an instant cure, however, it was enough to take notice of.
So... Are you ready to have some fun... Gildarts? The voice called to him, practically snickering, and this time, from within his own head. Gildarts shuddered, he didn’t like having to share the same space with such a distraction. He grumbled to himself and assured himself this is what had to be.
He did not respond to the Malefactor.
It seemed disgruntled in its silence, but did not protest, perhaps it was flexing its own space from within the confines of the Prime’s mind and Gildarts had since regained his sight. A flood of green wavered in front of his eyes. Bright sunlight bore down on him and Gildarts was reminded again of the stinging of rubble that had stuck into his wounds. Beyond his shoes, lay the body of Whompt, who was fatally injured, but not dead.
The Fairytail wizard heaved himself up on two legs and wobbled as his foot extended his balance onto the flat ground. Next, the Prime tossed the mighty orc - who was, in fact, even larger than Gildarts - right over his shoulder, and with another sigh, the wizard was on his way, and strode off in a random direction, but not one that would clash with the mighty cliff he had fallen from. Eventually the Prime made it to a road, which carried him, with the diligence of his feet, to the nearest village.
“Greetings, I need... Well my friend here needs...” his brow crinkled in thought, his voice sounded suddenly, so different, or perhaps it was his ears that were blocked with blood that made things
A black-clothed villager swiftly took off and appeared to go and get someone who had the training to treat the orc, “Yes, we’ll get to him right away.” Gildarts was too caught up in his own thoughts to realize that he had strolled right into the makeshift village of Kimichi, the home of Nekui, the boy ninja Gildarts had met earlier in his mission, and perhaps most importantly, where Piqui was staying until further notice.
“HEY EVERYONE, IT’S GILDARTS!” the boy rushed over, and then stopped about a yard away from the crimson-painted prime, “Oh uh... D’you need medical attention? Since that donation you gave us, we were able to start building a hospital in addition to the other buildings...”
The words the ninja had spoken hadn’t been fully absorbed by Gildarts, whose mind was still buzzing from the events, but it didn’t matter, because the doctor came back not a moment later. “This way, please...” the woman wore more magenta themed attire, and lead the way to the building, it was just a couple of brisk strides to his right. The doctor woman did not offer Gildarts a stretcher to place the orc, and instead lead the both of them straight inside, Nekui followed too, intrigued.
...
“D’ya think he’ll be alright?” the ninja’s eyes were on the green-skinned orc, but he asked no one in particular.
“He’s a prime, he will live, but somethin’ out there gave him a good thrashin’ I’d say,” the doctor spoke and appeared to be watching the hesitancy of the orc’s breaths. “Now, onto you.” her gaze was directed at Gildarts, who appeared flummoxed. He looked over his shoulder and his eyebrows raised quizzically.
“Yes you, I can see that you have at least two broken ribs, how’d you manage that?”
Gildarts blinked. “Well...” Suddenly putting what had happened into words, and not scaring the boy in the room, seemed like an impossible task.
“I know how he did it! He was fighting the Malefactor! Well Gildarts, did ya win?” Nekui’s eyes wobbled and shimmered with the hope of a child.
Gildarts felt a nagging in his stomach. How could he say that he won? Not when...The threat was still there. Not out in the forest, but this time, within him, he had perhaps even given the creature the key to infinite massacre, however, the more Gildarts thought about it, the more he was convinced that the Malefactor had the means to seize control of him. It was better that he bide his time, until at least, a more permanent solution could be found.
A prodding at his ribs caused Gildarts to wince instinctively. “Sorry, and don’t pester the man Nekui, he’ll need to be bandaged and I doubt he’ll want you to have to watch and see the gore of his battle that he must now wear on his skin.”
“Uh... Oh I see. Would you prefer if I come back when you’re bandaged?” Nekui asked, disappointed.
“Have you seen Piqui?” was all Gildarts said, his mind had moved off once more, and he was looking at a corner of the room as though they were distant clouds.
“Yes, actually, I’ll go get her.” the ninja scampered off, soundlessly.
So... Are you ready to have some fun... Gildarts? The voice called to him, practically snickering, and this time, from within his own head. Gildarts shuddered, he didn’t like having to share the same space with such a distraction. He grumbled to himself and assured himself this is what had to be.
He did not respond to the Malefactor.
It seemed disgruntled in its silence, but did not protest, perhaps it was flexing its own space from within the confines of the Prime’s mind and Gildarts had since regained his sight. A flood of green wavered in front of his eyes. Bright sunlight bore down on him and Gildarts was reminded again of the stinging of rubble that had stuck into his wounds. Beyond his shoes, lay the body of Whompt, who was fatally injured, but not dead.
The Fairytail wizard heaved himself up on two legs and wobbled as his foot extended his balance onto the flat ground. Next, the Prime tossed the mighty orc - who was, in fact, even larger than Gildarts - right over his shoulder, and with another sigh, the wizard was on his way, and strode off in a random direction, but not one that would clash with the mighty cliff he had fallen from. Eventually the Prime made it to a road, which carried him, with the diligence of his feet, to the nearest village.
“Greetings, I need... Well my friend here needs...” his brow crinkled in thought, his voice sounded suddenly, so different, or perhaps it was his ears that were blocked with blood that made things
A black-clothed villager swiftly took off and appeared to go and get someone who had the training to treat the orc, “Yes, we’ll get to him right away.” Gildarts was too caught up in his own thoughts to realize that he had strolled right into the makeshift village of Kimichi, the home of Nekui, the boy ninja Gildarts had met earlier in his mission, and perhaps most importantly, where Piqui was staying until further notice.
“HEY EVERYONE, IT’S GILDARTS!” the boy rushed over, and then stopped about a yard away from the crimson-painted prime, “Oh uh... D’you need medical attention? Since that donation you gave us, we were able to start building a hospital in addition to the other buildings...”
The words the ninja had spoken hadn’t been fully absorbed by Gildarts, whose mind was still buzzing from the events, but it didn’t matter, because the doctor came back not a moment later. “This way, please...” the woman wore more magenta themed attire, and lead the way to the building, it was just a couple of brisk strides to his right. The doctor woman did not offer Gildarts a stretcher to place the orc, and instead lead the both of them straight inside, Nekui followed too, intrigued.
...
“D’ya think he’ll be alright?” the ninja’s eyes were on the green-skinned orc, but he asked no one in particular.
“He’s a prime, he will live, but somethin’ out there gave him a good thrashin’ I’d say,” the doctor spoke and appeared to be watching the hesitancy of the orc’s breaths. “Now, onto you.” her gaze was directed at Gildarts, who appeared flummoxed. He looked over his shoulder and his eyebrows raised quizzically.
“Yes you, I can see that you have at least two broken ribs, how’d you manage that?”
Gildarts blinked. “Well...” Suddenly putting what had happened into words, and not scaring the boy in the room, seemed like an impossible task.
“I know how he did it! He was fighting the Malefactor! Well Gildarts, did ya win?” Nekui’s eyes wobbled and shimmered with the hope of a child.
Gildarts felt a nagging in his stomach. How could he say that he won? Not when...The threat was still there. Not out in the forest, but this time, within him, he had perhaps even given the creature the key to infinite massacre, however, the more Gildarts thought about it, the more he was convinced that the Malefactor had the means to seize control of him. It was better that he bide his time, until at least, a more permanent solution could be found.
A prodding at his ribs caused Gildarts to wince instinctively. “Sorry, and don’t pester the man Nekui, he’ll need to be bandaged and I doubt he’ll want you to have to watch and see the gore of his battle that he must now wear on his skin.”
“Uh... Oh I see. Would you prefer if I come back when you’re bandaged?” Nekui asked, disappointed.
“Have you seen Piqui?” was all Gildarts said, his mind had moved off once more, and he was looking at a corner of the room as though they were distant clouds.
“Yes, actually, I’ll go get her.” the ninja scampered off, soundlessly.
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