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- [02:00] Ohtli barges in behind the others, something tucked under one arm. "I came as fast as I could. What am I needed for?"
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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- [02:00] Amoxtli nods her head towards the returning duo. However, she soon turns towards Ohtli and the Coza child.
- (Amoxtli Lelhua)
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- [02:00] Amoxtli Lelhua says, "I think it's a sin mark 'f sorts. Vampires 'nd shit happened."
- [02:01] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "...That's not something I've dealt with. But I can do my best to help."
- [02:01] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "I brought something that might assist. "
- [02:01] Amoxtli Lelhua says, "I mean, yah're better then fuckin' me."
- [02:01] Amoxtli Lelhua says, "I might make it worse."
- [02:01] Amoxtli Lelhua exclaims, "Also, hello, Casimir!"
- [02:01] Casimir shoots finger pistols. "Heya."
- (Casimir Coza)
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- [02:02] Looked at everyone in the room, He just kind of hoped Nepo would be okay.
- (Vasco Salencia)
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- [02:03] The Drakan grunts, nodding, and untucks the parcel from beneath her arm. She unwraps the coarse cloth around it; beneath is a deep green, serpentine mask with a cowl of scintillating feathers that draws down from it. It hums with power.
- "I will do what I can if anything, miss Mox."
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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- [02:03] Yotanwa found confort in the avatar's sweet embrace, to the point she fell asleep.
- The little one was suffering from a terrible wound, the cuts applied to her skin were meaningless compared to her bond with her lifestream. What this vampire didn't, she couldn't forgive him …
- This seedling's mind was clouded with vengence towards this anomaly and it's loved ones, Yotanwa's intentions was to severe the vampire from any attachments it had, similar to what Malentine did to her. The winter seedling had a sweet face on her features, she was truly looking peaceful from the outside but deep within her, it was a true hurricane.
- She'd never forgive it for what happened. Her ties with the lifestream were severely damaged, and her Gehennan pride … shattered.
- For the moment, Yotanwa had nothing else but the promise she 'made', which is to restore balance by slaughtering the vampire.
- (Yotanwa)
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- [02:04] Amoxtli attempted to put something into Ohtli's pockets, clearing the way for her to approach.
- (Amoxtli Lelhua)
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- [02:04] Amoxtli Lelhua whispers: ..for botherin' yah like this.
- [02:04] Ohtli Tezcacoatl whispers: ...I do not do this for coin. But thank you.
- [02:06] Amoxtli also snaps Casimir in a little wing hug while she's at it, why not.
- (Amoxtli Lelhua)
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- [02:06] Casimir smirks a bit, returning the gesture. He does his best to look serious, though.
- (Casimir Coza)
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- [02:08] The Drakan gives Amoxtli a pensive look, a stiff nod, then draws the hood on over her head. It rests all-too naturally with the cape of feathers flowing down her shoulders. The eyes and the gem in the forehead's center glow softly.
- From behind the mask she takes a deep breath, examining the Nagual stricken by sin, reaching out to sense the nature of his corruption.
- She's even more -compelled- to cleanse the corruption. It becomes beyond a stern desire. It is now a necessity.
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
- [02:25] Zanza moves CLOSER.
- "Amazin'! Are ya blessed by the spirits Ohtli?"
- (Zanza Barr)
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- [02:28] As the examination takes time she, evidently, has leeway to answer questions. Her head turns and she regards Zanza through the dimly lit lenses of the mask.
- "The feathers are from Quetzalcoatl's own Avatar. So, in a sense...yes. They were a blessing. I had this mask crafted by one of Crafthold's artisans to assist me in my work. This will be a -fine- test..."
- Ohtli sounds decidedly eager, though the situation is certainly not a happy one.
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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- [02:57] The more the Drakan focuses the more she can sense as well as see the latent corruption on the stricken Nagual through the lenses of the mask. Like an eel constricting his very essence, dark and twisting. A vile poison that corrodes the soul.
- There it is. Her prey. The shadowy thing that lurks just out of the sight of mortal eyes. The feathers of the Serpent-woven cowl glow all the brighter in excitement, eager to do work. Eager to purge that corruption.
- Her fingers arch, her claws extend and grow more dense, scales traveling further up her forearm and beneath her sleeve. With rending talons she reaches out into what appears to be nothing but thin air, nothing but empty space...
- But when she lifts her hand above her head -something- is brought with it. The creature only she could see, the manifestation of the sin's mark, is drawn high above her head triumphantly. A black coil of something warped and foul, like a long worm or a leech. It writhes and lashes, trying to break free.
- It does not succeed.
- Whatever ritual, whatever display this is doesn't end there. With the manifestation of the mark in grasp she lowers it down before her for observation. Ohtli's not sure why it makes sense or what compels her, but she knows what has to be done.
- The Drakan opens her mouth and bites off the head of the wriggling creature with a single snap of finality. It lets loose a mouthless shriek and what remains of it starts to dissipate in thick, acrid smog.
- While the physical damage is done and needs to be cared for, the spiritual has been tended to, and the Quetzal can feel nothing but a deep, blessed sense of true satisfaction.
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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- [02:57] Casimir Coza whispers something.
- [03:09]
- "Rage" Something ticked off the nagual its hair standing up as it starts to hackle like some wild beast. Displaying its fangs at the kin of dragons. A deep and dark shadow flame emits its self from its form... A curse of the envy..
- "Depression" Within his mind came the feel of endangerment not just to others but to himself for being so... Weak.. Nothing he does seems to help anyone but him self.. He got the one he wants to claim hurt.. He wants to end the pain of that.. He wants to end him self... Something needs to happen he needs to be punished for this action. He continues to live but he just wants it all to stop.....
- "Envy" Wings.. Flying... A head of a serpant crafted to heal.. that power.. it should be his.. he wants to tear it off her head. and take it from her... he wants it to be his... it should be his...
- But when the head is snapped off...
- -Black out...-
- They lose feeling they go numb.. they fall limp onto the bed as if some was to knock them out.. They fall lifeless and pale for a few moments. Blood continuously rushing into their body providing color.
- Voice became shakey. "I-i-i-i-i-" They were stammering.. there was a deep physical pain it felt as though a thousand crows were continuing to caw at him.
- The room begins to spin and a light force of mana lurches from underneath them.
- Soon, however, their color returns and the nagual seems to have fallen in a deep sleep.
- (Nepotietl Kumo)
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- [03:15] The deed is done, in grisly, true-to-form, Gehennan fashion. It may not be pretty, but as the boy sags back, the color returning to him, it looks as if her work is done. She spits uncouthly off to the side, draws the back of her wrist across her mouth, and shivers. The great plumes of the Serpent glow brighter still, almost blinding, then fade to a faint glisten.
- Her hands rise, lifting the mask slowly, reluctantly from her head. Ohtli tucks it back beneath her arm.
- "...He should still be tended to with a prosthetic kit, Mox. But the Sin's been driven from him."
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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- [03:17] Windsor asks, "...You're alright, right, Ohtli?"
- [03:17] Amoxtli Lelhua says, "...remind me ta' run ta' fuck away from yah next time I see yah with that."
- [03:18] He continued to sit there, He didn't see much but he did know when the deed was done as she walked out the room to tell them all of the results. He sat in silence, Still calm as a gentle breeze. He looked at Ohtli's wings and spread his own before letting them tuck in again, Nepo was going to be okay then. Hopefully, He would be fine after this in other ways as well.
- (Vasco Salencia)
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- [03:19] Amoxtli Lelhua says, "..still, I'll assign guards to this room."
- [03:20] Amoxtli Lelhua says, "Can't let them leave without knowin' if the vampires contaminated 'em."
- [03:21] Vasco Salencia says, "Hm..."
- [03:23] "Y...Yes. I'm fine, Starseeker. I'll be fine."
- Not a lie, but it doesn't sound quite steady. Or certain.
- "That's for the best. Have a medic see to them and apply the necessary prosthetics."
- Ohtli gives Amoxtli the usual salute. The mask is still tucked under her arm with care.
- "If that's all, I should be getting rest."
- (Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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- [03:23] Windsor says, "Yeah. C'mon. Let's hurry and get you home, Caretaker."
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