Aita walked to his cot and opened up his scythe's case. "Hello Hakai! We have to bond." he patted the blade, drawing blood instantly. "I bond with all of my weapons. It makes it more fun to kill. I think I might join an assassin agency one day, it's more exciting."
"My foster parent came down after me and brought me to the doctors. It was a long and hard flight, I still hate the memory."
"Hmm.." Robin thought through all his injuries. Bear trap, actual bear, wolf bite…. the list went on.
Aita continued to talk, "Blood is so exciting, Hakai! We're going to have so much fun together!"
"One time I was attacked by a gryphon, it nearly tore of my wing! but them my parents, again, came and saved me… And another time, uh, there was this old dragon, named Sunder, he lived in the dessert and me and my brother wanted to check him out, well, after that day I had to carry my brother home with blood and broken bone."
(Brb, it will be awhile. ;(
"Interesting… most of my injuries don't include dragons or anything. Just getting attacked by a bear and bitten by wolves. Those two really were very nippy when they were younger…"
Aita laid down on his bed, bored out of his mind.
Estella’s hand went instinctively to the long scar in her arm and her mind jumped to the whip lashed on her back. “I have scars from lions, a couple whip scars.”
(I wont be here for most of the day, so yawl can play as my character)
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(I'm back!)
(yay!)
(YAY!! :)
The scythe was so nice and sharp. Aita traced a line down the handle and folded it back into the briefcase.
Estella’s hand went instinctively to the long scar in her arm and her mind jumped to the whip lashed on her back. “I have scars from lions, a couple whip scars.”
Lance nodded understandingly, "That happened to me too, but instead it was a gryphon and not a lion."
Her mind flashed briefly to the night she'd been whipped, but she pushed the thought away. "Wait– gryphon?" Like my Griffin… We were going to be married…
He pulled at the red stitches on his arm and went outside of the building to visit the park again.
"Oh yes! instead of horses we ride gryphons! I have a large black gryphon named Adrastos, meaning 'not inclined to run away' in Greek."
"So I can't talk to my family anymore? I… there's no way to communicate with them, tell them not to worry?"
(lol)
She nodded, distracted. "I– my fiance was named Griffin.", she said quietly.
Lance glanced down at the young ghost, "Robin, even when you were alive your family worried about you, they will always worry, no matter what… My family worry's for me even if I'm taking a bath!"
Robin sighed. "I just… don't want them to suffer because of me… I-I don't even know what started that fire…"
Aita'd brought his sketchbook and was drawing the small children running around the park with his crayons. Except they were headless. And dead. But he used pretty colors!
Robin sighed. "I just… don't want them to suffer because of me… I-I don't even know what started that fire…"
"Robin." Lance sighed, placing his hand on his shoulder, "At this point in time, don't worry, I think the most important this you have to do now is to get used to flying and using your ghostly powers."
Robin nodded quietly. He hated being dead, but there really wasn't anything he could do. There was no way back. You get one chance, and then everything is lost forever. He didn't much care what happened to him, he just couldn't stand how much pain his death brought his family.