Forlorn Fragment

Vacant Sky oc rp blog // Character: "Echo" // Main tag: #fracturedfuture

[thevelvetchoice]

[fracturedfuture]

"I’m looking to start over," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I hail from Banivia and would rather leave my life there behind me. I have long heard that this is a land of opportunities. Perhaps even I can find something there." Echo heard a twig snap and immediately turned in the direction of the sound. When he looked, he caught the tail end of a deer skittering off into the woods. He sighed, relieved, but only a little.

"You say former resident. Why would you leave the city?" he wondered.

"I’m afraid to admit that my rations for the trip are all but spent. I would not impress upon you, but if you’re offering, I would be a fool to turn down the help. …Still, if we are to eat, I would rather put some distance between here and us first. I fear I’ve just had a nasty encounter with a brigand not long ago, and I would not be able to live with the guilt of bringing harm to you."

[thevelvetchoice]

Mirage looked at the deer that took the red haired man’s attention and replied. “It is true that this is a land of oppurtunities for the ones who don’t want to be found.” She nodded. “Once you’re in the city you’re lost. It needs a lot of effort to be found if you don’t spark.”

"To travel." Her eyes were glowing as she looked at Echo’s. "To see what can be seen, to step on every possible land of Disparatus." She sighed. "Svaneholm is a city that lives, vividly and has a lot to give for a person who knows how to take. I have left in the belief that I took enough. The rest is on me to develop and I choose to develop on road."

The woman looked back at the trees, trying to see something hidden. “It’s still not common, this close to the city. I guess I have nothing but to trust your opinions on this. We can get on road when you are rested enough.”

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"Good, then it sounds like precisely what I need." Echo didn’t particularly think of himself as someone one who took, at least, not anymore. He had done enough taking to last him a lifetime, and now karma had come to reclaim what had been taken.

"It’s not safe to rest here," he asserted, and to show that it wasn’t a subject he felt up for debate, he started walking with a slight limp along the riverside. "We must get out of sight before we rest. There are hunters who have made these woods their playground this eve and I am not eager to become their prey."

[thevelvetchoice]

With him standing up before her, Mirage stood up as well, following his lead; she was curious about this hunters and evil he was talking about. She wouldn’t offer any help for finding the way, instead she just walked right behind him as she casually gazed the shadows among the moonlit trees for any sign of life. "Tell me of your lands in Banivia, if you’d indeed like to. I have visited Farithe once but it was only for a brief break on a long journey. I sure want to hear what more could Banivia hide behind the eased country life." A fish jumping out of the water caught her sight and a wild cat appearing behind the woods looked strangely at the two wanderers; which made her remember that they were simply in plain sight here and if any hunters were around, she was pretty sure they had hd found the two already. But she kept these thoughts to herself for if they were indeed surrounded by threats unknown to her, they were staying hidden for a reason and if this red haired man was lucky the reason would be Mirage and not something worse they were waiting for.

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"What is it that Banivia hides indeed," the man replied. "The villages are far apart. The roads are dangerous, the government ineffective. We live in fear of the Virad."

Thunk.

The instant that last word escaped his lips, a scarlet arrow shot through the night and buried itself halfway inside the tree trunk next to Mirage's leg. Eerie black runes were scrawled across its shaft, which came to life and begin to crawl up the bark of the tree. A sharp hissing sound emitted from the point of impact.

At once, Echo turned to look in the direction of the shot. In the darkness of the midnight forest, all he could see was a white mask covered in macabre red designs, seemingly floating above the ground.

"Speak of the devil," Echo grunted, and he ducked behind a tree trunk as another arrow whizzed past. He stood up again, meaning to make a run for it, but winced loudly in pain as the wound in his side flared up. "Run for it!" he called to her, seeing that his fate was sealed.

[the-deadliest-weapon-is-terror-]

Reblog if you do violent roleplays.

[anon-loki]

[thevelvetchoice]

[fracturedfuture]

"I’m looking to start over," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I hail from Banivia and would rather leave my life there behind me. I have long heard that this is a land of opportunities. Perhaps even I can find something there." Echo heard a twig snap and immediately turned in the direction of the sound. When he looked, he caught the tail end of a deer skittering off into the woods. He sighed, relieved, but only a little.

"You say former resident. Why would you leave the city?" he wondered.

"I’m afraid to admit that my rations for the trip are all but spent. I would not impress upon you, but if you’re offering, I would be a fool to turn down the help. …Still, if we are to eat, I would rather put some distance between here and us first. I fear I’ve just had a nasty encounter with a brigand not long ago, and I would not be able to live with the guilt of bringing harm to you."

[thevelvetchoice]

Mirage looked at the deer that took the red haired man’s attention and replied. “It is true that this is a land of oppurtunities for the ones who don’t want to be found.” She nodded. “Once you’re in the city you’re lost. It needs a lot of effort to be found if you don’t spark.”

"To travel." Her eyes were glowing as she looked at Echo’s. "To see what can be seen, to step on every possible land of Disparatus." She sighed. "Svaneholm is a city that lives, vividly and has a lot to give for a person who knows how to take. I have left in the belief that I took enough. The rest is on me to develop and I choose to develop on road."

The woman looked back at the trees, trying to see something hidden. “It’s still not common, this close to the city. I guess I have nothing but to trust your opinions on this. We can get on road when you are rested enough.”

[fracturedfuture]

"Good, then it sounds like precisely what I need." Echo didn't particularly think of himself as someone one who took, at least, not anymore. He had done enough taking to last him a lifetime, and now karma had come to reclaim what had been taken.

"It's not safe to rest here," he asserted, and to show that it wasn't a subject he felt up for debate, he started walking with a slight limp along the riverside. "We must get out of sight before we rest. There are hunters who have made these woods their playground this eve and I am not eager to become their prey."

[thevelvetchoice]

[fracturedfuture]

Echo relaxed his muscles as soon as the woman turned to face him and he saw that she was no Virad. Self-preservation had been at the forefront of his mind and showed him danger whenever he a cloak or a hint of white.

"My apologies," he said, and he lowered his bow. "I was…

[fracturedfuture]

"The wilds lack the security of crowds," Echo replied. "What happens out here won’t be seen by anyone for some time, if ever. Certainly not until after the culprit has escaped." So it always was up in his homeland, its population sparse and ill-connected. One had to be a fool to travel off the beaten path alone.

Echo was a fool.

He slung his bow over his shoulder and knelt down by the riverside, lifting his shirt so that he could cleanse the wound with cool water. He winced in pain but focused on conversation to distract himself.

"No, I imagine not. And it would be a damn shame to see a face so fair marred by injury. My way is west, to Svaneholm. I was expecting to arrive there yesterday, but I was not blessed with an acute sense of direction. Could I trouble you for a finger in the right direction?"

[thevelvetchoice]

"That might be right, but if anyone thinks they’re not strong enought to pass by unharmed then they wouldn’t attempt to leave the main roads, I’d imagine." Mirage watched the man as he spoke and wondered if she could work anything for the man, then realising it would definitely be the wrong decision, it would be wrong for here and now anyway. Maybe after they would seperate their roads.

She smiled with the compliment. “You came too south.” She replied, without hesitating. You need to follow the river until you get to the part where the flow gets powerful, and you might find a bridge there.” There, she paused. “You will have half a day more until you reach Svaneholm.”

She took a ribbon out of her pocket and started braiding her hair for the night. “Since you’re wounded, I offer you my companionship until you reach the bridge. And since we will be spending some more time here, you might as well give me your name.” She tied the ribbon around the braid and added. “I’m Mirage.”

[fracturedfuture]

"Strong enough or fool enough," Echo agreed. "That goes for you, too, Ms. Mirage. Which are you, strong, or a fool?"

A half day longer in these woods. Echo winced at the thought of carrying on alone for that long with his injury. He was skeptical about his ability to make the journey without being found.

Mirage. An obvious pseudonym. It certainly wouldn’t surprise him to learn it was a Virad monicker, but if she were really an undercover Virad, would she blow her cover to him so easily? He didn’t know what to make of her. On one hand, her help might be just what he needed to make it to freedom unscathed. On the other hand, it might be a trap to lead him to an early grave.

He contemplated the offer. Certain death versus probable death… Well, it was hardly a choice when put like that.

He had a weakness for cute smiles.

"Companionship sounds splendid. I’m Echo, and it’s a sincere pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[thevelvetchoice]

"I’m fast enough." The woman replied with the slight amusement in her eyes. She was enjoying the man’s presence. She didn’t think the two would see each other again, so didn’t mind revealing the tip of the iceberg to him — she was still fast enough, him knowing wouldn’t make much difference.

Adding whatever threat he came away from could still be behind him did make a difference though. She had enough confidence in her pace when she needs to avoid fight, but with the open wound in her sight it might not be the easiest fight if she would get in one. She was still behind the decision of being on his side until the bridge; being concerned about danger and leaving a weaker man to the claws of it were two different topics.

She tilted her head to her side, looking away at the water beside them. She weighed the possibilities as a cloud dimmed the moonlight; maybe she should have used a bit of magic on the wound, just enough to keep him powerful. But what if that powerful then threatened her? He was right, wilds weren’t the safest place.

But no, she postponed this decision to morning.

Mirage nodded, taking a deep breath. “As a former resident of Svaneholm, may I ask what is your aim in going there, Echo? Ah, and, do you have enough food with you, since this didn’t go according to your plans? I have some extra and I need to eat now.” She reached for her backpack.

[fracturedfuture]

"I'm looking to start over," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I hail from Banivia and would rather leave my life there behind me. I have long heard that this is a land of opportunities. Perhaps even I can find something there." Echo heard a twig snap and immediately turned in the direction of the sound. When he looked, he caught the tail end of a deer skittering off into the woods. He sighed, relieved, but only a little.

"You say former resident. Why would you leave the city?" he wondered.

"I'm afraid to admit that my rations for the trip are all but spent. I would not impress upon you, but if you're offering, I would be a fool to turn down the help. ...Still, if we are to eat, I would rather put some distance between here and us first. I fear I've just had a nasty encounter with a brigand not long ago, and I would not be able to live with the guilt of bringing harm to you."

[thevelvetchoice]

[fracturedfuture]

Echo relaxed his muscles as soon as the woman turned to face him and he saw that she was no Virad. Self-preservation had been at the forefront of his mind and showed him danger whenever he a cloak or a hint of white.

"My apologies," he said, and he lowered his bow. "I was…

[fracturedfuture]

"The wilds lack the security of crowds," Echo replied. "What happens out here won’t be seen by anyone for some time, if ever. Certainly not until after the culprit has escaped." So it always was up in his homeland, its population sparse and ill-connected. One had to be a fool to travel off the beaten path alone.

Echo was a fool.

He slung his bow over his shoulder and knelt down by the riverside, lifting his shirt so that he could cleanse the wound with cool water. He winced in pain but focused on conversation to distract himself.

"No, I imagine not. And it would be a damn shame to see a face so fair marred by injury. My way is west, to Svaneholm. I was expecting to arrive there yesterday, but I was not blessed with an acute sense of direction. Could I trouble you for a finger in the right direction?"

[thevelvetchoice]

"That might be right, but if anyone thinks they’re not strong enought to pass by unharmed then they wouldn’t attempt to leave the main roads, I’d imagine." Mirage watched the man as he spoke and wondered if she could work anything for the man, then realising it would definitely be the wrong decision, it would be wrong for here and now anyway. Maybe after they would seperate their roads.

She smiled with the compliment. “You came too south.” She replied, without hesitating. You need to follow the river until you get to the part where the flow gets powerful, and you might find a bridge there.” There, she paused. “You will have half a day more until you reach Svaneholm.”

She took a ribbon out of her pocket and started braiding her hair for the night. “Since you’re wounded, I offer you my companionship until you reach the bridge. And since we will be spending some more time here, you might as well give me your name.” She tied the ribbon around the braid and added. “I’m Mirage.”

[fracturedfuture]

"Strong enough or fool enough," Echo agreed. "That goes for you, too, Ms. Mirage. Which are you, strong, or a fool?"

A half day longer in these woods. Echo winced at the thought of carrying on alone for that long with his injury. He was skeptical about his ability to make the journey without being found.

Mirage. An obvious pseudonym. It certainly wouldn't surprise him to learn it was a Virad monicker, but if she were really an undercover Virad, would she blow her cover to him so easily? He didn't know what to make of her. On one hand, her help might be just what he needed to make it to freedom unscathed. On the other hand, it might be a trap to lead him to an early grave.

He contemplated the offer. Certain death versus probable death... Well, it was hardly a choice when put like that.

He had a weakness for cute smiles.

"Companionship sounds splendid. I'm Echo, and it's a sincere pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[thevelvetchoice]

[fracturedfuture]

Echo relaxed his muscles as soon as the woman turned to face him and he saw that she was no Virad. Self-preservation had been at the forefront of his mind and showed him danger whenever he a cloak or a hint of white.

"My apologies," he said, and he lowered his bow. "I was...

[fracturedfuture]

"The wilds lack the security of crowds," Echo replied. "What happens out here won't be seen by anyone for some time, if ever. Certainly not until after the culprit has escaped." So it always was up in his homeland, its population sparse and ill-connected. One had to be a fool to travel off the beaten path alone.

Echo was a fool.

He slung his bow over his shoulder and knelt down by the riverside, lifting his shirt so that he could cleanse the wound with cool water. He winced in pain but focused on conversation to distract himself.

"No, I imagine not. And it would be a damn shame to see a face so fair marred by injury. My way is west, to Svaneholm. I was expecting to arrive there yesterday, but I was not blessed with an acute sense of direction. Could I trouble you for a finger in the right direction?"

[thevelvetchoice]

The woman walked alongside the river her tired legs brought her to, watching the reflection of the moonlight and the ever so lively fish that are enlightened by it. She couldn’t find the slightest need to stop in herself. This was a fine night with a warm breeze sweeping her hair and flying her…

[fracturedfuture]

An unseen arrow sped through the brisk night air and split a porcelain mask in two. The Virad never saw the attack coming and fell over in a heap in the foliage. The projectile invisible, it appeared as if a hole had simply opened in the brow of the mask. Scarlet blood leaked from the wound and muddied the macabre design painted on the victim’s face.

A red-haired young man with hazel-hued eyes lowered his bow and caught his breath once he had confirmed his target fallen. Light beads of sweat trickled down his brow. Fearing that more Virad may be nearby, Echo crept toward his kill and planted a kiss on the expressionless mask. Immediately, the mask and its owner disappeared into thin air.

Echo heard the sound of water nearby and made his way to the riverbank, clutching his side. A bright red, sticky fluid was beginning to seep through his brown tunic, the wound he acquired in an earlier skirmish newly reopened. He made for the water to wash his wound when he spotted a woman in the distance wearing a cloak that fluttered in the evening breeze. Instinctively, he drew his bow again and nocked an arrow, wincing with pain as the gash in his side flared up again.

[thevelvetchoice]

As the sweet breeze filled up her cloak again, Mirage considered to call it a day and have some sleep, or hide herself until the presence of the stranger which started to make her uncomfortable faded away. The slight indication of a fog that started to rise from the river and fill the meadow around it could make a good hiding place in a couple of hours; for her as well as for someone else with an evil will. However, because of this thin whiteness covering her eyes and her own thoughts clouding her senses it took her too long to realise the figure standing a few meters away from her—and the arrow was held towards her. She stopped instantly, and slowly raised her hands, trying to figure out a way that didn’t require her to fight. Even with the slight chance of her winning, she had nothing good to encounter an arrow from this distance. "I mean no harm." The brunette talked into the breeze that didn’t appear to be as warm as it was now. She saw the brown-red colour staining the man’s shirt and decided to play on it. "I see you’re wounded, I might be able to help you; if you put down that bow, that is."

[fracturedfuture]

Echo relaxed his muscles as soon as the woman turned to face him and he saw that she was no Virad. Self-preservation had been at the forefront of his mind and showed him danger whenever he a cloak or a hint of white.

"My apologies," he said, and he lowered his bow. "I was just on edge. It's been a rough night. I didn't mean to threaten you." There was still no guarantee that she wasn't with the cult. She could be undercover. He had to keep his guard up.

"I'll be fine," he added, returning his unspent arrow to the quiver. "What brings you out here so late? This area isn't safe at night. There are animals, and worse, hungering for prey."

[thevelvetchoice]

The woman walked alongside the river her tired legs brought her to, watching the reflection of the moonlight and the ever so lively fish that are enlightened by it. She couldn’t find the slightest need to stop in herself. This was a fine night with a warm breeze sweeping her hair and flying her...

[fracturedfuture]

An unseen arrow sped through the brisk night air and split a porcelain mask in two. The Virad never saw the attack coming and fell over in a heap in the foliage. The projectile invisible, it appeared as if a hole had simply opened in the brow of the mask. Scarlet blood leaked from the wound and muddied the macabre design painted on the victim's face.

A red-haired young man with hazel-hued eyes lowered his bow and caught his breath once he had confirmed his target fallen. Light beads of sweat trickled down his brow. Fearing that more Virad may be nearby, Echo crept toward his kill and planted a kiss on the expressionless mask. Immediately, the mask and its owner disappeared into thin air.

Echo heard the sound of water nearby and made his way to the riverbank, clutching his side. A bright red, sticky fluid was beginning to seep through his brown tunic, the wound he acquired in an earlier skirmish newly reopened. He made for the water to wash his wound when he spotted a woman in the distance wearing a cloak that fluttered in the evening breeze. Instinctively, he drew his bow again and nocked an arrow, wincing with pain as the gash in his side flared up again.

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i almost gave echo a spear but then i realized that the only chara who uses a spear is rayonne and oh my god no

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oh gosh dont look im still getting dressed ;o;

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IT BEGINS

so apparently vacant sky RP is a Thing now