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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jun 19, 2008 11:27:07 GMT -5
Jaclyn's eyes flashed up to his, as if she could tell there was something on her mind. Keeping her expression carefully guarded, she murmured, "I think that'd be better...." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she whirled around, strolling off down the hall at a quick pace. "Come get me in the morning, okay?" she called over her shoulder, and without waiting for a answer, disappeared around the corner.
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Post by jenee on Jun 19, 2008 11:35:23 GMT -5
Varen sighed, crossing his arms. He closed his eyes for a few moments, thinking. He didn't remain there for very long, and soon he was walking back toward his room. He'd tell Jyrra in the morning, and he also made a mental note to talk to Nyra about the situation. She was one of the only ones he trusted who might be able to help Jyrra deal with the spell mark. He finally entered his room, and remained consumed in his thoughts until he fell asleep.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jun 19, 2008 11:41:23 GMT -5
Jaclyn lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, until long after midnight. Her mind wouldn't stop shouting questions at her, and she felt as if her thoughts were chasing her around in circles. Finally, she rolled over onto her stomach, breathing out the Charter Marks for drowsiness onto her pillow. Pulling the plushy lump over her head, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for sleep to come.
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Post by jenee on Jun 19, 2008 11:59:24 GMT -5
Early the next morning, Varen was outside Jaclyn's door. He knocked three times, then stepped back and waited. He was currently dressed in completely black attire...the same that most wore whenever they left to do whatever task was given to them. He'd stopped by Jyrra's room earlier that morning, and found her wide awake and concerned after he'd told her. She was completely different from when he saw her the night before, her voice clearer and determined. "Varen, you have to promise me you won't tell her." "Tell her what?" "That I'm sorry." "Well, why not?" "Because I can't have her worrying about me. She can't know that I regret what I did, because it'll only make her to want to stay here to look out for me. I want her to try and find a way out." "...That's not possible. And do you realize what you did last night? How you made her feel?" "Varen, she's my sister...Please, I don't want her to be trapped here. Even if it's impossible to leave, I don't want her to give up hope on finding a way out...she's smart. If she puts her mind to something, she doesn't give up. But I had to convince her that I wanted to stay here so that she doesn't feel like she has to bring me with her. I can't leave." He let out a long, wary sigh as he waited. He'd also talked to Nyra that morning to on his way to get Jaclyn. "Nyra, you know better than anyone else I know what the final levels of the spell mark do. You're in the level below her...you're the closest person to Jyrra's state that I can trust. You have to help her." "Okay...I'll help. But I haven't had to deal with the effects of being in that state for months... and it's a secret I still want to keep. Only you, Jyrra, and a few others will know. Make sure it stays that way." "Deal."
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jun 19, 2008 12:19:05 GMT -5
Jaclyn nearly rolled out of her bed when Varen knocked, and her eyes flew wide as she felt the mattress disappear from beneath her. One hand flew out to catch herself, and she scrambled up, calling, "Just a minute!" She hurryed around to find some clothes, and stood dressed and ready in record time. She dimmed her Charter lights, and cracked open the door, slipping out into the hallway. She closed it behind her, sealed her spell, and turned to face Varen. She was dressed simply- well, simply for her. Black cargo capris, and a dark tank top. Only two bracelets dangled from each of her wrists, as apposed to the usually five or six. A dark cloak was wrapped around her shoulders in an uncommon style, draped across her chest and over the other shoulder, like a sash. She carried a small deerskin pack, and wore sturdy-looking boots. Her hair was pulled up into a small bun, held in it's twist by two thin, mildly decorated hair-sticks. She flashed him a low-watt smile and waited.
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Post by jenee on Jun 19, 2008 12:25:35 GMT -5
Varen offered a 'good morning' when she appeared, then turned and headed down the corridors again, this time skipping any doors and heading straight for the exit and entrance of the lair. He continued down the dimly lit passageways until he came across a solid, rock barrier, which began to form a entrance after he pressed his hand in the right spot. He stepped out into the fresh air the morning had to offer...even though it was tainted with smoke. It was still dark out, though the moon bathed the small clearing by the cliff with a pale light. Three other figures were already there...Falvir, Orim, and Nyra. The sorceress looked up as the entrance shifted, and went over to greet the new arrivals. "Hey Varen, Jaclyn!" she greeted cheerfully, despite the time.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jun 19, 2008 12:28:32 GMT -5
"Good morning," Jaclyn mumbled, still half-asleep, but waking up quickly in the cool morning air. She glanced up at the sky, frowning slightly. "Do we always have to get up this early?" she grumbled quietly.
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Post by jenee on Jun 19, 2008 12:33:14 GMT -5
"You get used to it after a while," Nyra told her. Meanwhile, Orim was forming a vortex similar to the one that the sorcerers had used to transport themselves to the Dragonlands only days ago. "We'll get away from here, and stop somewhere else in the Dragonlands to run over the plan," he said, just loud enough for them all to hear. "Then we'll head off to our destination." When the portal was completed, he held it there for Falvir, Varen, Nyra, and Jaclyn.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jun 19, 2008 12:36:52 GMT -5
jaclyn eyed the vortex warily, but followed after the others without a word. Stepping through, she found herself in a completely different world. Volcanoes huffed and rumbled all around them, and the sky was tinted red with clouds of smoke and embers. Her eyes widened, and she wrinkled her nose at the smell of ash.
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