Ba'gandi, Cicatrix special
Lacking any proper eating/drinking utensils, Cicatrix simply grabs a rather large, sturdy leaf suitable for the task at hand, and the drones immediately fill it with the liquid mana. Ba takes the leaf and calmly gulps down the water-like substance of dubious origins. Cicatrix stands behind him with one of the swords in hand. She would face him to honor his code of never retreating, but the sword had to go completely through regardless, and she didn't think she could bear doing this face to face with him, blind or not.
The cold, damaged metal feels alien to Ba's skin, even though he had already had finer weapons attempt to do worse to him. It seemed almost poetic, not that it mattered. The leaf is once again filled with mana, this time directly supplied by Cicatrix, possibly as a sign of trust or friendship. However, it becomes immediately clear that the white being would need to be employed for the task. It takes the sword, and finishes the task its master had so feebly attempted. The vines turn out to be useless, Ba holds in whatever pain he's feeling.
The pain of having his heart torn through was a bit more than what Ba had anticipated. His vision starts to become blurry, and the second batch of mana is poured into the wound. The pain intensifies, and Ba loses consciousness. Shortly after, Cicatrix begins to sense him his corpse. The mana hadn't spilled, and the ceremony seemed to have gone perfectly, but Cicatrix still couldn't help but worry. Cicatrix had killed and taken control of many, but none she hadn't meant to. The idea that Cyrano was lying began rousing fury from the necromancer, but almost two hours after the death, sure enough, Ba'gandi had risen.
The mana begins to burn, and the wound seals up faster than it had been made. A spiral tattoo takes its place, and within minutes Cicatrix stops sensing mana being produced by Ba'gandi. It was more like he was a part of the surroundings than he was a separate entity. And, just as Cyrano had said, a long, loud scream escapes Ba. He's moved to the area Cicatrix had used as a bed, and the others in the Hub she knew began flocking to see what was wrong. It doesn't take much to shoo the bothersome bunch, but it still nearly gave Cicatrix a stroke.
*Ba'gandi awakens in an unknown mist. The ground feeling foreign, almost like he wasn't touching it. The last thing he remembers is drinking the mana, but nothing after. He tries to gather his bearings, but can't seem to find his sense of balance to move. So he sits and waits. Eventually a large boat passes by, and a cloaked figure steps off with several other beings. Including the person the Cyrano lookalike fought in the dream. That one had a different air to him though. Almost as if he didn't belong, or wasn't present with the rest of the figures. The cloaked figure, who was the first to get off the boat, approaches Ba and begins to speak. "A tangent, eh? Well, hurry up and state your name and why you're here, though I can already hazard a guess."
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Topic: Runners of Hyperion -- one spots open (Read 36141 times)