[col]The first thing she realized upon waking up was that it was bone chilling cold. No, cold wasn’t quite the word for it but... freezing, yes, that was it. But that word wouldn't spring up in her mind, not even such a simple word such as cold would do so as well. She could understand the concept, that such low temperatures were bad, that she needed to get warmth but she couldn't manage to form the word cold in her head.
The next thing that came to mind was that she could not breathe. Every time she tried, she got a lungful of flui- water instead. Her lungs were filled with water that it was a surprise she wasn't dead when she should be, she thinks. Her mind supplies that she is not a fish and shouldn't be able to live underwater. Yet, it also cannot form the word water.
Her first prior... priori- move is to escape her watery hold. It is a struggle as the freezing temperatures has made her sluggish and her right side and her legs feels like lead, she barely manages to swim to the top with only her left arm. But there is another problem as the water's surface had turned to ice. Clawing, banging, scratching, it is with a burst of power long after she renders her left hand bruised and bloody that she manages to break the ice. She pushes aside the questions in her mind, even when she does not know how she got there or where she even is. Swimming and breaking out of the ice must have had exhausted her more than she realized too because, when she arrived there, the only thing that she could do was lay face down on the frozen floor.
It was frustrating.
Again, she felt frustration more than thought it.
Her intellect was one of her many prides, especially in that of the languages, to think that she was slipping so horribly with such basic words. She would never hear the end of it from her broth-
Brother?!
Panic started to build up as she struggled to think, feeling her already dulled mind growing more and more pathetic. Where was her brother? Where was she, even? The last that she could remember was...|[/col]
[col3]|When they got to the docks, the activity was a flurry like it usually was but things were a buzz in all the wrong ways. Citizens of Mist, ones they could spot out by their accent, way of moving, clothing and other body language, were heading back to the village and were being hurried along, bringing their wares with them. Foreigners from all four corners of the world were being pushed towards the boats by a bunch of burly looking men. The only reason they weren't being pushed back as well was because they were familiar faces here and those who weren't in the know probably thought they were still of the Mist Village.
“What’s going on?” Akihiko mouthed, confused, but Akane didn't have an answer and merely shook her head. Whatever was going on, she didn't like it, at all. Still, she took her twin’s hand and pulled her along in the crowd as if they noticed nothing was wrong and tried to get snippets of conversation, gather intel. The pieces of the puzzle she got, well they weren't pretty. Akihiko managed to piece some of the puzzle too, just by the general emotion in the atmosphere. Shit was going down, illegal shit by the looks of it by a bunch of thugs.
“Let’s be careful,” Akane whispered, continuing their trek and following the mass of people returning to the village. “I don’t like the look of things right now; perhaps we shouldn't have separated from the others,” she hissed. Bloody hell. They didn't want trouble right now; were these hooligans discriminating between Water Country citizens and outsiders?|[/col3]
[col]But that didn't answer anything! Where was her brother? A horrible headache was starting to form whenever she tried to think and it intensified whenever she tried to recall anything else. But, no matter what, she had to find Ak-|[/col]
[col]|"A-Aka..."[/col]
[col]His voice was right by her ear and she turned her head, too tired to even do anything else, searching. Not that she had to search long, considering brother was right beside her. Before she realized it, a strangled sob escaped her lips and it takes a lot not to breakdown completely. No, not right beside her... the dead weight she had been carrying, what she thought was part of her body paralysed, it was him.|[/col]
[col]|The smile he gave her was slow to come and lopsided, perhaps laughable if it weren't for the situation. But he couldn't help but smile, to know that his sister was alive when he had thought otherwise. He had been awake, suspended for who knew how long in the icy waters. But when he saw his sister, unresponsive and unmoving, he had felt himself shut down.
He hadn’t care that he was supposed to be drowning, yet he wasn't because he assumed he soon would anyway. He hadn't care that something had felt off, something he could not see beyond the murky, icy waters. The moment he saw his twin’s face, cold and still like a corpse, after all that they had been through and losing their homes, he had...
It was better not to think of that, he scolded himself. All that mattered, his mind supplied, was that she was okay and that they were together.
He reached out with his right hand, slow were his movements, although his sister’s weren't any better as she reached out with her left. "A... ka-" he whispered hoarsely, stopping when he saw the blood covering the elder twin’s hand. Not only that but she was also deathly pale – they both were, more than usual – and she looked emaciated, her cheeks hollowed in. And it was his fault; he had failed to protect her. He should have swum them out of the water when he first came to, even if it was just so that he could give her a proper burial. But this...
He took her hand in his and placed both of them on her cheek, trying to comfort her as she cried. He would comfort her but they had to go, sooner or later, to find food, shelter and aid. "Aka-" he tried to speak, lips still numb, when something caught his ear.[/col]
The next thing that came to mind was that she could not breathe. Every time she tried, she got a lungful of flui- water instead. Her lungs were filled with water that it was a surprise she wasn't dead when she should be, she thinks. Her mind supplies that she is not a fish and shouldn't be able to live underwater. Yet, it also cannot form the word water.
Her first prior... priori- move is to escape her watery hold. It is a struggle as the freezing temperatures has made her sluggish and her right side and her legs feels like lead, she barely manages to swim to the top with only her left arm. But there is another problem as the water's surface had turned to ice. Clawing, banging, scratching, it is with a burst of power long after she renders her left hand bruised and bloody that she manages to break the ice. She pushes aside the questions in her mind, even when she does not know how she got there or where she even is. Swimming and breaking out of the ice must have had exhausted her more than she realized too because, when she arrived there, the only thing that she could do was lay face down on the frozen floor.
It was frustrating.
Again, she felt frustration more than thought it.
Her intellect was one of her many prides, especially in that of the languages, to think that she was slipping so horribly with such basic words. She would never hear the end of it from her broth-
Brother?!
Panic started to build up as she struggled to think, feeling her already dulled mind growing more and more pathetic. Where was her brother? Where was she, even? The last that she could remember was...|[/col]
[col3]|When they got to the docks, the activity was a flurry like it usually was but things were a buzz in all the wrong ways. Citizens of Mist, ones they could spot out by their accent, way of moving, clothing and other body language, were heading back to the village and were being hurried along, bringing their wares with them. Foreigners from all four corners of the world were being pushed towards the boats by a bunch of burly looking men. The only reason they weren't being pushed back as well was because they were familiar faces here and those who weren't in the know probably thought they were still of the Mist Village.
“What’s going on?” Akihiko mouthed, confused, but Akane didn't have an answer and merely shook her head. Whatever was going on, she didn't like it, at all. Still, she took her twin’s hand and pulled her along in the crowd as if they noticed nothing was wrong and tried to get snippets of conversation, gather intel. The pieces of the puzzle she got, well they weren't pretty. Akihiko managed to piece some of the puzzle too, just by the general emotion in the atmosphere. Shit was going down, illegal shit by the looks of it by a bunch of thugs.
“Let’s be careful,” Akane whispered, continuing their trek and following the mass of people returning to the village. “I don’t like the look of things right now; perhaps we shouldn't have separated from the others,” she hissed. Bloody hell. They didn't want trouble right now; were these hooligans discriminating between Water Country citizens and outsiders?|[/col3]
[col]But that didn't answer anything! Where was her brother? A horrible headache was starting to form whenever she tried to think and it intensified whenever she tried to recall anything else. But, no matter what, she had to find Ak-|[/col]
[col]|"A-Aka..."[/col]
[col]His voice was right by her ear and she turned her head, too tired to even do anything else, searching. Not that she had to search long, considering brother was right beside her. Before she realized it, a strangled sob escaped her lips and it takes a lot not to breakdown completely. No, not right beside her... the dead weight she had been carrying, what she thought was part of her body paralysed, it was him.|[/col]
[col]|The smile he gave her was slow to come and lopsided, perhaps laughable if it weren't for the situation. But he couldn't help but smile, to know that his sister was alive when he had thought otherwise. He had been awake, suspended for who knew how long in the icy waters. But when he saw his sister, unresponsive and unmoving, he had felt himself shut down.
He hadn’t care that he was supposed to be drowning, yet he wasn't because he assumed he soon would anyway. He hadn't care that something had felt off, something he could not see beyond the murky, icy waters. The moment he saw his twin’s face, cold and still like a corpse, after all that they had been through and losing their homes, he had...
It was better not to think of that, he scolded himself. All that mattered, his mind supplied, was that she was okay and that they were together.
He reached out with his right hand, slow were his movements, although his sister’s weren't any better as she reached out with her left. "A... ka-" he whispered hoarsely, stopping when he saw the blood covering the elder twin’s hand. Not only that but she was also deathly pale – they both were, more than usual – and she looked emaciated, her cheeks hollowed in. And it was his fault; he had failed to protect her. He should have swum them out of the water when he first came to, even if it was just so that he could give her a proper burial. But this...
He took her hand in his and placed both of them on her cheek, trying to comfort her as she cried. He would comfort her but they had to go, sooner or later, to find food, shelter and aid. "Aka-" he tried to speak, lips still numb, when something caught his ear.[/col]
- OutOfCharacter | Marked for Training at 1077 words. Also will be used as an application for Split Personality, on a technicality, as they are two conciousness in a singular, conjoined body. Only interested in a Youkai (and Snake) contract, so I'll ask for a random roll. For notes and paper trail, here's my first Contract Search where I denied the Kami contract and the last one I had where I failed a Youkai one. So that should increase my chances a little bit?
