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Nicodemus Marcello Zosimos

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a character in “Of the Strange and Wayward”, originally authored by Kilgannon, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ā™¦ Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania ā™¦
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Theme: The Ivory Tower - Adept
Image Song: Blue Burns Orange (Acoustic) - Hawthorne Heights

ā™¦ GENERAL INFORMATION ā™¦
Role: The Heir To Oceania's Throne
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): Nicodemus is more often than not looked up (or down) to as strictly royalty, and as such, nicknames applied due to feelings of endearment or otherwise never occurred often. There have been rare cases, however, of Nicodemus being addressed as Nico, or Marce (read; 'march'), in relation to the alias he uses whilst on land, 'Nicodemus Marcello Zosimos'.
Age: Nineteen
Race: Undine

ā™¦ APPEARANCE ā™¦
Height: 6 ft 5 ins (196 cm)
Weight: 165 lbs (74.8 kg)
Build: Slender
Hair Color: Turquoise
Eye Color: Light Blue
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: A solid life of security and strict tradition for Nicodemus has kept him sheltered from situations that would otherwise harm him. As a result of such, his skin remains unmarked by scars, and seems to be very fair in complexion. His ears are pierced, but often remain bare. There are, however, markings of a different style to be found upon him. Tribal in appearance, they start at his upper back and shoulder blades, curving up and over his shoulders, meeting at his frontal torso by forming around his neckline. Where it flows over his shoulders, it branches out into a spiral pattern around both of his arms, each coming to a stop at his wrist, leaving only a single barb like shape to extend across the top of his hands. These markings seem to move fluidly if stared at for extended periods of time, and seem to glow different shades at times, depending on what depth he is at.

He leaves his top bare whilst not on land, taking a heavy sense of pride in them when among other Undine. When he is on land, however, his markings disappear.
Description: By land - Nico has two traits that remain mostly the same no matter which form he is in, the color of his eyes, and the color of his hair. However, even the latter does not remain identical, and when he is on land, his hair layers in color, ranging from dark blue, light blue, sea green, and black. It is usually always worn in an unkempt fashion. He has no identifying markings, and his eyes, though a similar shade of blue, appear slightly larger than human eyes, the pupils behaving oppositely, and being smaller than normal as well as a darker blue rather than black. They usually are equipped with a curious gaze. They also expand rather than contract when looking at sources of light, and vice-versa when in low light environments. His skin tone has more color to it than when it does in his Undine form, and he even appears younger aesthetically, having an innocent, nearly childlike face. He also has a companion with him in this form, a sentient koi like animal made of water that seems to swim in a small torrent of water mid-air, usually remaining hovering around his shoulder. Despite being unaware of it's gender, Nico has named it Laes. He has formed a rather affectionate bond with Laes, and is able to communicate with it in the tongue of his peoples' dead language. This form is one he has not entirely grown accustomed to yet, and still remains rather clumsy with navigating in it. Normally, it is reverted when made wet, but Nico has a peculiar talent to be able to withstand situations such as rain and splashed, reverting back to Undine only when his body is fully submerged. His expressions match his gaze, and are usually either curious, quizzical, or observing.

By sea - Hair instead being a solid turquoise, and eyes ironically appearing more human like than when on land, along with having a thoroughly paler complexion aside, nothing else is much different about Nico when Undine. Except, of course, the set of gills that lay above his rib cage, two rows of three on either side. Unlike most Undine of this era, which have long since been equipped with more slender tails, and scales in pale colors, his tail differs and is very extravagant as the tails in the days of the old were. It is large and flowing, the scales ranging in many a beautiful a color, each changing shade when exposed to light. His eyes appear almost mournful in their gaze, despite his mood. And he looks older than he does by land, his face appearing more developed in frame. Although Laes can sometimes be found with Nico whilst he is Undine, he is presently thoroughly more often when by land as well. His expression in this form are much like they are as by land, in the sense that they don't differ much from his gaze. He appears sad at times, and regretful, regardless of actual mood.

Preferred Clothing:
By land - He often wears shirts with low cut collars, exposing his collar bones. He also more often than not wears short sleeved shirts, thin in nature. He owns many in varying shades of blue, and often wears white, open, short sleeved shirt over these, the collar of which is turned up. He wears pants or shorts, with no strong preference for one over the other, and sandals. He enjoys exposing his skin to the air, which is why his attire seems to be so open.

By sea - Nico is generally, by definition, nude whilst in this form, preferring to leave his upper body bare rather than wear clothing. In the case that he does, though, he wears layers again, both shirts being a shade of blue.

ā™¦ MENTALITY ā™¦
Oddities: Nico is an odd Undine because of his habit of remaining really, really quiet. He is a extremely selective talker, and others deem it unusual given the history of the Undine, and their gift of voice. Those who have not known him for extended periods of time are often under the impression that Nico is a mute, however, this isn't true. He is fully capable of speaking, he just prefers not to unless it is necessary. This also stems from his usual lack of social situations, and so he never really needs to talk.

Nico aesthetically seems to reverse age when going from Undine to his land based form, but it has no effect on anything else. His mentality remains the same, as does his level of maturity. He is, however, more prone to curiosity whilst on land, as opposed to remaining blissfully ignorant in Undine.

He possesses a tail the likes of which no Undine has seen for several years, and it has been considered a good omen by many Undine, as well as by his family's soothsayer upon his birth. He strangely does not pride in it that much, and as result does not think of himself better than other Undine because of it. It is a different story, however, when it comes to his markings.

His markings are not tattoos, and were present on him upon birth, starting out only on his back. As he grew older, they expanded, much to the curiosity of his family and others who observed him as he aged.

His eyes are also odd when it comes to his land based form, behaving very different from normal eyes and giving him a very inhuman appearance.

Skills: He hold various knowledge of customs and traditions of several races, having devoted a majority of his time to the large library located within his home.

He has a rather useful knack of identifying with water based mammals and animals, and befriending them. This trait is somewhat apparent when it comes to land based animals as well, but it doesn't come as easy to him.

He is very fluid in movement, and an extremely fast swimmer when in Undine form. His fluid movements remain when he is land based, but due to his clumsiness, he has yet to become used to navigating as well as he does under water.

Likes: Peaches, Autumn weather, birdsong, orchestral music, aquatic life, reading, learning new things, the warmth of sunlight, spicy foods, wind.
Dislikes: Writing, sleeping, being royalty, people who talk too much, having his personal space invaded, pain, forced responsibility.
Hobbies:Reading, swimming, getting his bearings on land.

Phobia(s):
Agoraphobia - Fear of situations with no escape.
Claustrophobia - Fear of enclosed spaces and suffocation.
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Personality: By land - Nicodemus differs from his Undine form here in multiple ways. He vastly bolder when it comes to his actions, often not sparing any more than a few seconds to think something over before doing it. He's also overtly curious, but that comes equipped with being overtly cautious with social interaction. One thing that remains the same is his dislike for people being ridiculously close to him without him being comfortable with them first. It overwhelms him and he often reacts harshly.

Although while in this form, he does speak up a bit more, he still scarcely says anything at all when doing so. Anything more than a couple of words is rare, and when asked something directly, he merely shrugs. If one were able to speak his dead language, however, they would understand the constant murmurs he speaks under his breath, often addressing Laes. He does his best to keep it barely noticeable, due to how taboo it is to speak in front of others.

He isn't so quick to trust, and will often remain cautious of a person even after having known them for months. This cautiousness, however, does not overpower his reckless abandon, and he will be prone to throw himself of harm's way for a stranger. He does, in some ways, care about people, despite not often expressing it. If you are able to get close to him, he is a very different person. Because of how rare it is to have a friend, he remains extremely loyal and passionate about those he befriends, often complying to what they need, despite social status or otherwise.

He also comes off as more withdrawn about his heritage and placement in his home, as opposed to taking a sense of pride in it when Undine. In fact, he takes on an alias and tries to mask who he is while on land, manipulating his changed appearance as well. Though it is very obvious in how he looks and acts that he is Undine.

He is very passionate about his abilities whilst in this form, as well, and doesn't mind showing off once in a while to those he thinks will be impressed. He often spends his nights honing his skills, and is even capable of using either Laes or manipulating the moisture in the air for when he is an area with no nearby sources of water. He wishes to see many things, and is eager to meet members of each of the races he's read about, especially the Salamander and Sylph. He finds both to be great opposites to him, a Salamander being born of water, while he is of water, and a Sylph being a child of the sky, while he is a child of the sea. If he ever ends up befriending a member of either, he will have many questions to ask once he feels comfortable enough to speak.

By sea - He is extremely prideful in this form, when it comes to his markings and what he knows. He feels, however, that he is not deserving of his social status and does not wish to be the next King. He is very selective with his speaking in this form, even more so than when on land, and is often found alone with his thoughts, or a history book.

He is very caring for people of his kind, and will often help those who would be deemed much lower than he by others. He desires friendship, but has no idea how to acquire it, and thus, acts rather mournful about it at times. He is also depressed by how some people he knows lack the ability to really appreciate something. Or anything for that matter, most of the people he is associated with are strictly business and only focused on running the entire place (his father especially). That being said, he does look up to his father in a way, but does not wish to replace him, nor become the same man.

He does take some pride in the fact that he is considered to be a descendant from the blood of Osael, and cherishes the power it has gifted him. That being said, despite his pride, he also shows a disregard for it, directly taking their gift of voice for granted by not even using it. He strives for friends in this form, but does not often act on this desire, remaining antisocial in nature, do to inexperience. He does not act differently than he does while on land, when it comes to his reckless abandon and strong passion for those who manage to get close to him.

ā™¦ COMBAT ā™¦
Weapon: A Trident, along with the spear like blade hidden inside. It is worn on his back, and can be used as a long-range or throwable weapon. Near the middle, the handle can be detached to reveal a spear, and although the reach is reduced to mid-range, he can wield and use both effectively at once, as well as throw them with accuracy. He also carries a decently sized, weighted net.

Fighting Style: Here, fishy, fishy - Using gear akin to that of a fisherman's, Nico uses the lack of any protective gear, and the benefit of speed and evasion to his advantage. He avoids close combat at all costs, and keeps his distance, waiting for the opportunity to strike with either his trident or spear, even both in some scenarios. He can use his net in various ways, ensnaring the opponent, their weapon, or even their shield if the opportunity presents itself. The trident (and spear) can be used as a projectile as well, Nico being able to lob it at a high velocity without losing accuracy.


Abilities:
Hydrokinesis - Part of a royal lineage, Nicodemus is granted with the ability that has been passed down through his blood line-the ability to control water.
Cyrokinesis - As a sub-ability of Hydrokinesis, Niceodemus is able to control the solid state of water-ice.
Thermokinesis - Another sub-ability of Hydrokinesis, this allows Nicodemus to alter the temperature state of water, and control it's gas form-steam, or mist.

Two Splashings
One of Nico's more basic abilities, he creates two long tendrils of water, wielding and using them like whips. Nicodemus is also able to use this ability with his feet, and on rare occasions, has managed to pull off four whips at once.

Compression
Due to water being nigh-on incompressible, Nicodemus is able to make water act like a semi-solid while still having it's fluid movement. This can be used to store several gallons of water in a small container, and to cut through objects, in some cases, even metal. This can also be used to walk on water, and to form weldable daggers.

Graceful Crest
This is done by moving a large amount of water without removing it from it's source, causing a large wave. It can be used to sweep away attackers, or as a form of transport for both Nico, and waterborne crafts.

Shield of Osael
Nicodemus either raises a large wall of water in front of him and others, or forms a dome of water. The wall or dome can then be frozen for more defensive capabilities.

Gotta Jet
Altering the pressure of water, Nicodemus can shoot strong jets of water using either his hands or feet. These can be used to knock away attackers, or to propel himself a certain distance, depending on the amount of water he has.

FREEZE!
This is a lump of abilities, having to deal with the more Cyrokinetic side. This allows him to do several things with ice, from shooting spikes or raising them from water, forming spikes around his limbs as a weapon, and even using it as a spear. Nicodemus is also able to freeze the moisture in his breath, as means to break chains or other objects. This can be used with thrown water to encase enemies in ice, or objects.

Frozen Tracks
Nicodemus performs this by throwing a line of water along the ground or any other surface, and freezing it upon contact with it's target, encasing their feet, and in some cases, their entire body.

You're Looking A Little Sweaty
Nicodemus is able to change the temperature of water, either cooling it or heating it to a boil. He is also able to change the body temperature of others, and in dire situations, control the sweat of his body and others when no other nearby source of water is present. This can also be used to dehydrate enemies.

Mist
This is normally easier when done in cooperation with fire, but if Nicodemus super heats of wall of water fast enough, he can create a cloud of vapor for concealment.

Avatar
A more advanced technique of his, and hard to control, Nicodemus encases himself in a large avatar comprised of water, and uses large whips to lash out at attackers, the maximum number of which he is able to control with this is eight.

Refreshment
Nicodemus can use water to heal minor wounds, using the water as a catalyst, he can manipulate the healing process of a body.

The Words of Osael
This is a power Nicodemus was taught to never invoke, due to its shortening of his lifespan, it allows him to do a vast range of very powerful things, but not without a price.
Maelstrom - Nicodemus creates a giant, violent whirlpool.
Torrent - Nicodemus creates a very large, very high pressurized stream of water.
Monsoon - Extending his ability to the atmosphere, Nicodemus is able to bring heavy rain storms.
Tsunami - Nicodemus creates a monstrous wave.
Remote Control - Nicodemus is able to control large bodies of water, even if they are a great distance away from him.
Master of Puppets - This is a very taboo practice, but Nicodemus is able to control a person by manipulating their blood.
Water of Life - This can be used to bring back somebody from the brink of death.
Rink - Nicodemus encases a very large area with water, before promptly being able to freeze it.
Enhanced Compression - Nicodemus compacts an even larger amount of water, ranging up to thousands of gallons, into a small ball and launches it.

ā™¦ BACKGROUND ā™¦
Relationship Status: Engaged, to a person he does not know and does not wish to marry.
Family:
Father - Nylgunir de Oceania.
Living, King of Oceania.
Forty years old.

Mother - Iryani de Oceania.
Living, Queen of Oceania.
Forty two years old.

Sister - Calah de Oceania.
Living, Songstress of Osael.
Twenty three years old.

Brother - Aven de Oceania.
Living.
Three years old.

Personal History: Nicodemus has lived a life that has almost been entirely sheltered. Confined to the castle, and only able to leave with specific permission (or sneaking off on his own), he was never really introduced to many social situations or ever given the chance to make many friends. Most of his childhood was comprised of taking lessons. Language lessons, geography lessons, history lessons, fighting lessons, royal lessons. All he did from ages five to eighteen were lessons. Being taught things he was told were essential to become the next King of Oceania. It was a crown he did not desire, however, and upon reaching age twelve, Nicodemus began to act out and show a large distaste for his apparent 'destiny'.

He would sneak out of the castle on a regular basis, getting involved in numerous shenanigans much to the dismay of his parents, and the family soothsayer. It was predicted that he would be a child to bring good fortune upon the family. It was predicted that he would become a wise ruler, a ruler that would out shadow his father and change Oceania for the better. This was wrong, however. So wrong that his family demanded another reading, after he had started to act out, and only left upset, having got the exact same answer as they had when he was born.

Despite his parents' disapproval, his sister always treated him with adoration, and brought upon herself to teach him the most important lesson of his life. The Words of Osael. She had warned him on multiple occasions to never use what she had taught him unless absolutely necessary, because although it would bestow great power upon him, his life would be shortened drastically. These are words he took to heart, and he prides in carrying the power within him.

Upon reaching eighteen, his parents announced to him that he was going to be engaged, as means to ensure the blood line is continued. He denied, managing to throw off his parents' attempts, and avoid his suitors for a year. This however, only slowly made his father angry, and it backfired, his father eventually blowing up and forcing him to agree to his most recent suitor. And so he did, but not pleasantly. The poor girl had the frustration of Nico unleashed on her, and although she had the gift of hearing probably one of the longest tangents Nico would ever speak, they were not nice words, and he left the girl nearly on the brink of tears.

He went along with nearly everything after that, passively doing what his father told him, up until the night of the wedding. He ran, with the aid of his sister, and left Oceania, along with his fiance at the alter.

Much like water, he felt compelled to move and have adventures. His first trips on to land were to say the least, unique. From his first painful transformation, to the time a Dwarf chased him into a lake due to him asking one too many questions. And then, his first encounter with Laes, and his immediate bond with him. Nicodemus is still unaware of the origins of Laes, but he remains blissfully ignorant it anyways.

He now finds himself wandering, with the company of Laes, across the land. Searching for adventure and fun times, and hoping to never have to return to his home, despite how much he misses his family. The responsibility forced upon him was just too much.

ā™¦ OTHER: ā™¦
Laes
Unbeknownst to Nicodemus, Laes is the product of his sister invoking the Words of Osael. Upon helping him escape the kingdom, she sang, summoning a guardian, a physical embodiment of a shard of Osael himself. To protect him when the time came to it. Laes keeps this hidden from Nicodemus, as per his instructions, and only offered him his name. He does his best to keep Nicodemus out of danger, and to be a companion to him. Laes has also been tasked with convincing Nicodemus to return home when he is ready.

A Pouch
Nicodemus has a leatherskin pouch on his person, that contains a rather large amount of water despite it's small size. It has many conventional uses for him, from using it as drinking water and for cooking, to using it for his abilities. Among his person is another pouch, as well, this one containing various spices and such for when he cooks.

The Markings
The markings upon his body extend upon aging, and when he uses the Words of Osael. He is unaware of what their purpose in, but takes a strange sense of pride in them. He does not know, however, that a power perhaps even greater than Osael's lay dormant inside of them.

So begins...

Nicodemus Marcello Zosimos's Story

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He was swimming at ludicrous speed, just after escaping a Kingdom he was next in line to rule and leaving his fiance at the alter. Nobody was chasing him, so he wasn't really sure why he was straining himself to go fast, even in the current that was propelling him all the faster. Perhaps he still wanted to illusion of something exhilarating, because honestly, despite the recent chain of events, he was bored, of all things.

His thoughts raced back to the things that had just transpired, and the rate of which they escalated.

It had started years ago, really. When he reached the age that called for arranged marriage. It was easy to dodge at first, Nico simply ignored his suitors and occupied his time with other activities. But in the passing year, his parents, father especially, became more forceful about it. He would be locked in the same room as his suitors, or chaperoned on outings by his parents. He never bothered feigning interest, however, and wasn't hesitant to announce his distaste for each one. Sure, some were not deserving of it, but he simply did not want to be forced into marriage and it had been beginning to get on his nerves.

This only angered his father, but on the upside, he gained support from his older sister. She would agree and side with him, often settling down their father's qualms at the time. But as her duties as Songstress became more demanding, he was left vulnerable once again and events eventually lead up to a suitor actually being chosen and a marriage being arranged. A marriage he was now fleeing from.

His escape was aided by his sister, not that it was that dramatic of an escape. There were no guards or the like waiting to prevent his escape. In reality, his sister had just escorted him to the fringes and gifted him with things he might need, some of which he wasn't even aware of at the time.

His thoughts were uninterrupted as he swam head first into something; another body. It hadn't been there a second prior, but apparently had been swept in by the pull. He halted afterwards, though, dazed slightly by the blow to his head as he observed it. It was a girl, she appeared small and young. She also appeared human and lifeless. As that registered in his mind, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, forcing himself out of the current and towards the surface.

It had only been a matter of seconds, but it felt like an eternity for Nico to reach the top of the water. His eyes searched for an opening to land, and when they found it, his tail kicked him off towards it at even faster speeds than the current was granting him. As he approached it, he practically leaped out of the water and onto the ground, placing the girl on her back as a small body of water formed into a sphere and rose behind him, taking on the form of a companion he had yet to meet.

He gazed at it for a minute, observing it's sleek body before turning his eyes back to the apparently dead girl. He looked her over, unsure of what to do, and his sudden panic was halted only by a voice coming from the sentient form of water.

Tha wedas ail has rilrr, sanuya aid.

He nodded at it, understanding what it had said and pushing the fact that it had used his dead language to the back of his head. He placed his hands above the girls chest and attempted to focus. He then slowly moved his hands to the right, directing the water out of her lungs and back into her throat, before moving them above her head and drawing it out of her mouth. He threw his hands to his side, launching the water back out towards its source and attempting to observe the girl now as panic started to seep into his thoughts again and a pain began to shoot through his body.

He remained sitting up as he clutched at his own chest, starting to feel a lack of oxygen himself. The gills that usually lay situated on his chest shrunk away to nothing, leaving smooth skin in their place, and the markings he had grown to pride in seemed to inch up his arm and chest, crawling out of his own line of sight. He felt a burning in his chest and looked back and forth between the girl and the creature once more.

Aais, rha laanr eais. Ill irrui weld has du raiya, rseld aid du has. Fairhd dhsuirh irruis feail. Yui'rr raiya, eln ru wairr rha.

It's voice strangely soothed him, and he once again followed its advice as the panic and pain seemed to fade. He took a deep breath, of direct air now, into his lungs and, ignoring the pain, leaned down and forced it into the mouth of the girl. He repeated this process four more times before beginning to feel faint himself and his ignorance to the pain diminishing. He began to writhe, turning to lay flat on his back as his tail shrunk in on itself and divided, giving way to legs. The color of his hair and eyes began to change, all the while a searing pain situated its way into every inch of his body.

His vision began to fade, and he took one last look at the creature before everything went black, hearing only the last few words it offered before passing out entirely, leaving him unconscious and nude next to a girl who he wasn't even sure he had been able to save or not, the words echoing through his head before it all went silent.

Id'rr err fa uyas ruul. Rard.
(It'll all be over soon. Rest.)


And rest he did, having drifted off into a slumber that was sure to be interrupted soon enough.

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The wind whipped Sylviaā€™s hair into her face as she walked out of her townā€™s limits and made it towards Songstress Bay, where she recently found herself being drawn to for the past couple of months. ā€œBlahh, oh gosh how did flour get into my hair?!ā€ She spat out along with her hair. The weather seemed to have roughened up a bit since this morning, causing a slight frown to creep up on her lips. She hadnā€™t brought anything to take shelter under if it rained.

Sylvia gathered her hair and put it into side ponytail and kept on through the, well it would be knee high to any regular height person but it went to her hip, tall grass. There was a pathway that would have been safer, but for a girl her size it would have been a very unwise thing to do. So she took her chances with the snakes and other mysterious creatures in the mini jungle.

ā€œCool grass blowing up the pass
Don't you know I'm feeling mellow
Oh I love your Roman nose, the way you curl your toes baby
Make me feel so mellow

It's the same old feeling I get when you're stealing
Back into my bed again, yeah
With the curtains closed oh and the window froze
By the rhythm of the rain

You make me mellow, oh you make me mellow
Rocking smooth and slow
Mellow's the feeling that we get
Watching the coal fire glow

Oh, you make me mellow, oh I make you mellow
Wrecking the sheets real fine
Heaven knows what you sent me Lord
But God this is a mellow time

Going down to the stores in town
Getting all the things we need
Oh, don't forget the beer, oh my little dear
It helps to sow the mellow seed

And it can't be bad, all the love I've had
Coursing through my life
Oh, Down in the pass where the wind blows fast
And mellow's feeling rightā€


Sylvia sang the song that her parents, Henry and Molly, had play around the house. It was a cute little tune that she learned to play on the piano as a surprise to their twenty year anniversary. She thought back to when she first heard the song and giggled. It had taken her a few minutes to understand the lyrics and when she finally did, she blushed head to toe. Her parents laughed as she ran to her room.

She was finally at the cliff, the wind blowing harder than before, and she took a big gulp of hair. Nothing made her feel more free then this. If it wouldnā€™t kill her she would have jumped into the water. Her eyes moved from the horizon to something that was go through the water at a fast pace and onto the shore. ā€œWhat in theā€¦what is that?ā€ She got closer to the edge, making sure she didnā€™t fall, and watched. ā€œOh dear! Is she dead?ā€ She saw a lifeless girl first. She couldnā€™t do anything from up there and it would of taken her to long for her to go to them.

Her thought process was cut off when she saw something lean into the girl. Sylviaā€™s eyes moved to the head of the other being and down till she realized that being was a he and he was naked. ā€œFor the love of all things that are clothed and not nakedā€¦gosh where are his clothes?!ā€ She yelled, blushed, and hurried from the edge of the cliff before she fell to her death. ā€œSome people take being free to the extreme. Maybe, I should go down there just in case and hopefully he is not naked.ā€ She huffed and made her way to them, just in case by any chance the girl was alive.

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It was suddenā€”the return to consciousness. From the moment air was forced back into her lungs, she awoke with a start, body going completely rigid as her eyes shot wide open, her heart jumping to life so quickly that all she heard for a moment was its frantic beating in her ears, blood pumping through her cold and sodden body. She gasped inwardly, greedily sucking in oxygen before she broke into a fit of violent, breath stealing coughs. She sounded as if she were choking as it continued on, pain shooting through her limbs and form with every violent motion. In-between the choking coughs, she shakily attempted to breath in, body seemingly desperate and starved of air. Breath quivering as much as her suddenly very cold body, CinĆ”ed managed to force the coughing fit to subside, as she continued to take in air uncertainly, mind beyond the realm of foggy and dazed at the moment. The only thing that she knew for certain or that remained coherent was the need to breathe.

Everything . . . hurt, it hurt bad. Her body was aching as she quivered, but her head was so foggy, that she couldnā€™t remember why it was sheā€™d be hurting so damn much. It was hard for her to form even a coherent thought for a moment, as she slowly brought her eyes to open, finding it hard to get her vision to adjust and focus at all. It hurt to even have her eyes open. Frena, what happened...? she thought, a slow and soft groan escaping her as a dull throbbing overtook her whole form, from her toes to her head. Nothing was free of pain.

And for the life of her, she couldnā€™t remember what had happened to her, or why it was she was in such agony.

As she lay there, silently on the sand...she was quickly enough pulled from her jumbled thoughts and confusion. Very much near her, she heard it, the sound of someone writhing about, squirming on the sand. Blinking a few times, trying to clear away the pain from just having her eyes open, CinĆ”edā€™s head slowly turned to look to her sideā€”only for her to let out a yelp, and bolt upright, sitting to stare at the sight that was right next to her. A male Undine was right near her, thrashing about in anguish himself, and though this was true, the sodden Salamander made no movements as she simply stared at him for a few seconds as her scrambled mind failed to connect any thoughts together other than what it was her eyes were seeing.

For a short time, the pain was forgotten within her...until it was she was near perfectly still yet again, a jolt of it ran through her without warning. A sharp seethe came from between the girlā€™s teeth though when a piercing pain shot through her chest, severe enough to cause her muscles to lock up, and for her to cringe up. The girlā€™s hands shot to her diaphragm as her breath was stolen right out from her lungs from the shock. Her face still locked in a grimace, CinĆ”ed turned her blue eyes down to her hand, vision blurring in and out a bit. Careful about it, she began to breathe again, albeit she took air in and out in shallow instances. Her ribcage...it really hurt, although everything else on her did too at that moment, but the pain that went through her at even moving it was enough of a shock to stop her in her tracks.... While her eyes began to at last, properly adjust to the lighting of wherever she was, she finally took note of a simple fact; CinĆ”ed caught a look at her bare arm, and realized that it was riddled with bruises, nasty ones. That was enough to make it all come back to her; the decided battle sheā€™d engaged in before, with the rogue. She was fated to lose before sheā€™d even began that.... For the sake of her father, sheā€™d took on an opponent that she was in no way ready to take on. And itā€™d cost her indeed, although she was lucky enough to have escaped the brawl with her life.

Body still throbbing, the Salamanderā€™s eyes widened as she stared down at her arm, shivering from being cold and wet; the pieces of the occurrence began to reveal themselves to her quickly, until everything fell back into place. I donā€™t remember much near the end, but, wasnā€™t I flung into the sea? She did her best to remember, pulling at the foggy and uncertain memories of near the end of it best she could, trying as hard as she could to make them coherent. A calm look came over her face as she maintained her position, and breathing pattern, remembering. Yeah, he did throw me into the bay, I can remember hitting the water, and it swallowing me up before I passed out. Carefully, CinĆ”ed turned her head up, noting the pain in her neck as she did so.

Wait...if I passed out in the water, I should be dead...not sitting on land, very much alive and in pain. The girlā€™s body felt like it went even colder, heart skipping a beat in her chest as her memory connected together at last, and she came to realize what she hadnā€™t beforehandā€”the Undine writhing around right next to her, who was very clearly in pain!

That was when it kicked inā€”the adrenalin that is. A yelp came from the girlā€™s throat as jerked her head over to again look at the poor guy, a very distressed expression overtook her features. How the hell had she not realized that there was someone right freaking next to her thrashing about in pain?! Whether or not she was just coming out of being half-drowned, she shouldā€™ve been able to acknowledge his situationā€”of all the times her obliviousness had to strike, it had to happen at what couldā€™ve been one of the worse possible moments! About a bajillion thoughts slammed into her mind at once regarding this whole state of affairs, her own situation forgotten for the moment, her injuries becoming the very last thing on her mind. CinĆ”ed didnā€™t know what was wrong with him, why it was the Undine was in such distress for the moment, and being careful about it, to avoid being slammed with his tail as he did squirm about, the Salamander turned to face him, a look of worry on her face.

What in the name of Frena do I do?! Heā€™s, I donā€™tā€”gah! the girlā€™s hand shot to grip the side of her head as she slammed her eyes shut, unable to comprehend or think of how to handle this mess, the guy was in no shape to talk, so she couldnā€™t find out what was wrong, and without that info, she was useless to help him. A groan slipped from her while her body shook from the anxiety and panic she felt at being unable to help him, she hated the idea of being useless to given assistance.... However, it took a few moments, a few moments of scrambled and jumbled thoughts for something to drop in out of nowhere, a thought that actually made sense amidst the chaos of her mind.

A memory, and knowledge. With it, her eyes opened about as quickly as they could, before she stared at the poor Undine before her. I...forgot, Undine, when they leave the water, they change between their aquatic forms and their terrestrial ones. A frown formed over her face, And unlike the Salamander who also can change...their transformation is very painful; Osael did not show much kindness to his children like Frena did in that way. CinĆ”ed removed her hand from her head as she remained overtop the Undine, watching. Still yet, she could not help but notice a very strange thing happening as it was he turned. The markings that had been upon his body, ones sheā€™d thought tattoos began to recede away while it was even his hair color began to change. Okay, I donā€™t think thatā€™s supposed to happen? she thought blinking.

A moment after this thought passed through her head though, another surfaced in her mind while it was the most wrenching part of the Undineā€™s transformation occurred...the division of the tail into legs. However....

Gah...I forgot about that too! The small Salamanderā€™s injured body went rigid while it was her face turned beet red at a momentā€™s notice. Not only is their change painful, but it doesnā€™t exactly come equipped with clothing! Although she definitely wasnā€™t as squeamish about the matter of nudity when it came to the opposite sex as some girls her age might be, that didnā€™t mean she was perfectly comfortable with it either. CinĆ”ed averted her eyes while the Undineā€™s change came to its end, feeling her face redden even further. It was only at this point that she was able to take note of one other thing that persisted within proximity of her as wellā€”seeing what looked like water move within the air out of the corner of her eye, the mortified Salamander found her gaze drawn toward its source.

Hovering about the now seemingly human boy before her was a sort of creature, looking rather like a fish, formed of...water. She could only stare at it a moment, as its attention was focused upon the Undine who it seemed to accompany. Okay, make sense of that later more important things.... she thought, forcing her mind from the subject of the strange creature. Her face still red from the fact that the Undine lying before was undoubtedly nude...and seemingly unconscious now, CinƔed found herself letting out a sigh as she shut her eyes and moved her hands to what lay around her neck now, though it was sodden, the cape she wore would at least provide some cover for the boy and make it bearable for her to look at him without flushing.

Undoing the knot that held the article in place, the Salamander removed it from around her, and very quickly draped it overtop the Undineā€™s middle, sighing as she did so. ā€œOh Frena.... What happened?ā€ she mumbled, looking back to the water-fish for a moment as she drew a hand up to her head.

Slowly, the pain and ache of her battered body returned to her as she came to calm down. And she remembered before, what her mind had been on aboutā€¦the fact that sheā€™d been flung off a cliff by the rogue sheā€™d engaged in combat. So, since I somehow managed to survive a bludgeoning, drowning, possible internal bleeding, and dying from dehydration or starvation...and since I woke up to find a writhing Undine near me on a beach, I think I can come to the conclusion that heā€™s the one who saved me. Her eyes went back to the unconscious Undine boy...to whom she likely owed her life.

A groan slipped from her as the distress of her injuries began to make a return to her body, throbbing and such. A sharp pain around her neck too got her, a bruise forming from when it was the rogue had hoisted her up and tossed her into the ocean. Sighing, the girl set her eyes upon the face of the seemingly sleeping Undine, the strange fish thing still floating about him...what it was she still had no idea, but it seemed to have intelligence about it that she couldnā€™t deny. ....I know Undine changes are painful, but, I canā€™t help but worry. Looking around a bit, a look of discontentment upon her face, CinĆ”ed was uncertain of what it was she could or should do.

So, she did the only blatantly obvious thing that occurred to herā€”which was to carefully reach out, and set a hand on the boyā€™s forehead and attempt to speak despite the discomfort in doing so. ā€œU-Um, please, wake up? You....are you all right...?ā€

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[Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania]


And wake up he did, after some delay.

Not much went on his mind as he lay there, not moving for a split second. It seemed like an eternity, though, and thoughts slowly began to surface as he stirred. He heard talking, and felt movement, along with something touching him. He was head, and he would have been more alerted had he not been in the state he was currently in. He struggled to move, but felt sluggish, and still in slight pain. The new appendages felt odd to him, and he wriggled his toes slightly, as if testing them out. And then, he opened his eyes.

It was just darkness for a moment, as if inky tendrils enveloped his vision, but then the light flooded in and memories came rushing back to him. His eyes just stared at the visible expanse of sky for a moment, before crossing slightly to focus on the hand placed on his forehead, then zoning in on the owner of said hand. He stared at the girl for a moment, blinking once, looking away, then blinking again and returning to his stare. His mouth opened for a moment, then closed.

Then his brain kicked in and he brush the hand off of his head, sat up, and moved his hands to cover what he thought he was exposing to the poor girl, only to feel the brush of cloth already there. Which means that it had already been exposed and taken care of. He sighed then, mostly out of relief due to the fact that the girl had lived and had managed to remain nonchalant enough to somehow cover him. His gaze moved then, from the girl to the creature that had spoken his dead tongue earlier.

"Yuis lena, whed air aid?" He spoke it as a hushed whisper, the tone of which came out sounding more demanding than he intended. He mentally justified it by noting that he was rustic with the language.

Lear. The reply came almost immediately, as if the creature had read his thoughts before they were vocalized. Nico turned his gaze back to the girl for a moment, before replying to Laes.

"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" He asked, curious as to what exactly transpired when he was unconscious. He then turned slightly to the girl, repeating the question, in a language she'd understand. "What happened?"

Yui wasa lud uid llus rulr, rha suyasan irrui, runafunirr irrarran llsun e sraillll, dhal rha fresan has heln ul irruis haen eln irrui wuca if. Laes' answer came first, and he nodded to the entity. His eyes then turned up to the cliff Laes mentioned, pupils contracting as they hit the light. He hadn't been told much, just that he was out for a few moments, and that all that had transpired was a person yelling from a cliff, and then his head being touched. Still, it left Nico wondering who had been yelling from the cliff. Had it been the very person who caused the girl to nearly die? Were they now headed back for more? It put him on guard, but once again, as if reading his thoughts, Laes soothed him.

Nu dhsaed. A rnerr llanera.

No threat. It repeated in his head and his breathing became more calm. Nico stood then, bringing the cape placed on him up with him and tying it into a knot at his side, so it acted as a skirt of sorts. He turned to face towards the incline he had previously been facing away from, looking up at the wooded are it lead to. He wondered if it lead to a path, and then began to wobble a bit, the balance portion of his new legs now becoming difficult. His heel dug into the sand as he braced himself more and he looked down at the girl once more.

"You're okay."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and he said no more before offering his hand to the girl. That is, of course, until Laes interjected.

Yuis lena.
(Your name.)


He nodded, once more, and looked into the girls eyes before raising his other hand and placing it against his chest. "Nicodemus." He then motioned it towards her, eyebrows arcing as he waited for her response.

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As he came to, a sigh of relief slipped from her, although she knew the reason heā€™d gone unconscious in the first place, something which she couldnā€™t help at allā€¦the fact that he was waking up made her feel at least a bit better, mentally and emotionally anyway. Physically she remained in some levels of painā€”the discomfort from her injures, known and unknown went through her with the slightest movement she made, and the shallowest of breaths too. His eyes opened, and he turned his gaze upon her for a moment, though he was undoubtedly disoriented. As sheā€™d been upon her waking too. To him she offered a weak smile, something hard to manage given the fact that a part of her just wanted to let out a groan and tumble backward, to lay there until she felt better.

After a moment of silence, the boy opened his mouth, as if he were going to speak before he shut it again, and brushed her hand away from his forehead; how could she have forgotten to remove that upon his wakingā€¦? The Undine sat upward, seeming to move his hands to cover what sheā€™d taken the liberty of beforehand with her cape. CinĆ”ed moved back a bit, giving him some breathing room as he let out a sigh, of what she assumed was relief. I suppose heā€™s glad I was able to cover him up.... she reasoned, her gaze was kept upon him as he turned to look at her again, before his own eyes turned to the watery-creature that remained at his beckon.

He spoke to it, voiced hushed, a whisper onlyā€”the tone of his voice sounded near-demanding to her. She couldnā€™t make out what heā€™d said, or asked, of the strange fish. So, she was left only to stare at him, eyes going between the Undine and the fish. His gaze went back to her again, then again to the fish.... CinĆ”ed didnā€™t know what to make of this, of him, at the moment. For certain now, all she knew was what she could figure. Sheā€™d almost drowned after her being defeated, then her life was saved by this Undine who she woke up to find writhing about in pain as he underwent his given transformation. Her face was still a shade of red, this she was sure of because it felt hot compared to the rest of drenched and sodden body. Heā€™s seems a bit odd, at least, compared to the few Undine Iā€™ve dealt with in my lifetime. But, Iā€™m sure that I owe him my life. Iā€™d have drowned if he hadnā€™t of saved me

"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" he spoke again, loud enough for her to hear this timeā€”but clearly not understand. The language in which the Undine spoke, it was different, a tongue completely foreign to her ears. Hearing it caused CinĆ”ed to tilt her head to the side, an obviously perplexed expression crossing over her features. Yep...she was lost with what heā€™d said to the fish. Frena, please donā€™t let that be the only language he speaksā€”because Iā€™ll be unable to communicate with him if thatā€™s so.

ā€œWhat happened?ā€ he suddenly asked her, which startled her back into reality. Her crystal-colored eyes widened a bit and she looked upon him a bit blankly, startled by the fact that heā€™d gone from speaking one language to another. The question itself was easy enough to answer, but with her state and the suddenness of its asking...she couldnā€™t help but be a bit lost.

Before she could say anything though, he was looking away again, toward the nearby cliffsā€”the ones she seemed to have been thrown from before. The rogue! her mind jumped backward, remembering the encounter sheā€™d had before. She was supposed to be going after the rogues...but that was what netted her, her current state to begin with now. Regardless though, sheā€™d imposed the task of ending them before they could disrupt anyone elseā€™s lives like they had with hers and her Clanā€™s. Heā€™s gotten away by now...and even if I could track him down, trying to take him on again like this would get me killed. I at least need to try to heal. she sighed, shutting her eyes. CinĆ”ed did her best to make her body relax a bit as best she could.... Before she could go and even consider combat or tracking again, she needed to recover, and also pay her dues to this strange Undine for having saved her sorry ass.

About half a minute passed by, only the lapping of the waves upon the seashore filled the silence until it was she heard the Undine begin trying to ascend to his feet. Blinking a couple of times, pushing the pain she felt back again as she turned her head up to look at himā€”noting that he tied her cape into a very fashionable looking skirt. He was looking outward, toward an incline that lead to a small patch of forest. The fact that the boy began to wobble a bit where he stood did not go past her either, she noticed the fact that he seemed a bit weak in the legs for a moment before he steeled himself against it. New to land, perhaps? Obviously, a newly landbound Undine would have a bit of trouble finding their balance when fresh from water....

He looked back down to her, ā€œYouā€™re okay.ā€ he simply said. Not asking, just stating a fact, an observation.

Define ā€˜okay.ā€™ CinĆ”ed thought to herself, staring up at him.

With no more being said by him, he held out his hand to her. Before he again nodded, and promptly looked down at her, right into her eyes. His other hand went to his bare chest, and he spoke, ā€œNicodemus.ā€ He then gestured to her.

Nicodemus...? Was that his name? So, did he now want hers as well?

Even with the pain she felt in her bruised throat from speaking at the moment, she knew well enough itā€™d be rude to not oblige when he did manage to save her from a premature, watery grave. Giving to him a simple nod, to show she understood what he meant. Breathing out, the Salamander readied herself for the discomfort she would feel for doing this, ā€œIā€™m CinĆ”ed Rubina la Fabre...and yes, Iā€™m ā€˜okayā€™ for the most part, sans the injuries....ā€

More than a few times, her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke, eyes glassing over a bit with the obvious pain she felt. ā€œY-You saved my life...didnā€™t you?ā€ she asked, ā€œ....thank you for that,ā€ Her crystal-eyes turned down, looking upon the hand still extended out to her. It would hurt to move, and to stand, but she couldnā€™t remain where she sat. After a moment of looking at his hand, CinĆ”ed tentatively extended her arm outward, setting her gloved hand into his, gripping onto it lightly as a surge of pain traveled up her arm.

ā€œAre you all right...? I know that the change an Undine undergoes is extremely painful, unlike what I would go through as a Salamander....ā€ she spoke again, still concerned for his wellbeing.

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Sylvia stumbled down the cliff as she hurried towards the two by the water. She had no idea what she would do once she got there. Fighting was not her forte; having only basic defensive skills left her pretty much defenseless. The blame couldnā€™t be put on Henry or Molly; after the adoption Molly had wanted her to take lessons in many fighting classes just in case her biological mother came back for her, but after a few classes she just couldnā€™t take hurting another person and came home crying. Henry and Molly let her drop out, but on her sixteenth birthday they gave her a pocket knife and made her promise to always carry it.

Now here she was, walking back in the woods that lead to them, with her hand in her pocket curled around the knife. Just be kind, maybe the guy wonā€™t kill you. Apparently he tried to save a girlā€¦or eat her.ā€ Sylvia shivered at the images that played in her mind. Seeing him digging into the poor girlā€™s flesh and ripping it off, blood and guts pouring onto the ground, made her stop in her tracks. Leaning onto a tree she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her stomach and nerves. She would be no good if she needed to fight if she was driving herself sick. Sylvia patted the front of her thighs, Okayā€¦.I got thisā€¦she ask him kindly if the girl is alrightā€¦that is all you have to do, hopefully.

She hurried and made it to where the woods stopped and suddenly stopped, I-I canā€™tā€¦ Her mind ran back and forth before she finally stepped into sight. A gush of wind blew, taking this a signal and becoming a little more courageous, she walked up until there were six or seven feet between them. She had seen the girl was okay and the boy was clothed. Thank Sweet Nectar! He is clothed.

ā€œA-areā€¦I-Is everyone alright? I sawā€¦uhmā€¦the girl was kind of lifelessā€¦ā€ She said so low that it would be a miracle if anyone of them heard her. Her face was red with embarrassment, but her eyes showed something different. She was a little bit confused, but also cautious. The guy looked funny, plus if he was the one who was swimming super-fast then she wondered how. He had normal human legs. She shook her head slowly and stared at the two. The sun hitting on the water made her green eyes shine, which made her look more angelic.

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ā™¦ "Just because we wear some word called 'honor' like armor, doesn't mean it protects us. You're nothing more than scum." ā™¦





Hikari slid back into the sheath with a small, low, metallic sound, as Alesiar walked out of the small, slightly decrepit village. It was a poor town, many of the people left were the old and the sick, or the young and the sick who were orphans. The only strong ones were the few urchins who ran around stealing bread and cheese from merchants' carts to help feed the weaker ones.

Alesiar knew how that felt a little too well. It hadn't been very long ago that that had been what he had been doing. Though he had only been stealing for himself, so that he could survive. Many of the urchins and orphans in the village had been mixed races. Some had been Sylph, and he had seen a couple Undine as well, which surprised him, but at the same time, he hadn't bothered to ask any questions. It wasn't his business, so why bother? Besides, urchins and orphans weren't about to talk with a six-foot-two guy dressed all in black with two swords strapped to his back.

Well, apart from the one who was trying to follow him at the moment. He knew who she was, she was the one who had thanked him, and he had only looked at her, and turned and walked away without a word. And now she was following him. What could she want? Money, perhaps? It would make sense. His thoughts were interrupted but a large and beefy hand grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around roughly. It wasn't hard for the overweight man, Al was rather light. His stoic expression changed in not the slightest while the man, who had been his employer, stuck a sausage-like finger in his face and began yelling at him, his face going purple and his mustache bristling. As the man ranted, Alesiar's only thought was wondering how the man had gotten so fat in such a poor town.

"Now you listen here, you, you...rat! I gave you a job to do, I wanted the heads of the thieves robbing my carts! And here now you just think you're going to hand over my own goods to the little cretins and just waltz out of here?! I'll have your head, you filthy bastard, you, you, thief! I'll--"

Alesiar had had enough of the man, and he snatched the man's finger in two of his own, twisting it so that the fat man cringed and cried out. His eyes flashed crimson as he glared at the fat man in front of him. Silently, with his free hand, he unbuckled the strap holding on his swords, which fell to the ground with a clang, and then let go of the man in order to take off his long coat. The man stumbled back away from him, holding his injured finger, his purple face now white from pain and fear, his beady little mouse eyes swiveling around for an exit, and then latched on to Alesiar when he realized what he was seeing. Alesiar had let his wings out, one six-foot pure black, the other six-foot pure metal. It was a thing of both beauty and horror, and he heard the girl hiding behind the tree gasp. She was also a Sylph.

Alesiar advanced on the man, moving both of his wings so that the sharp tips were only inches away from the man's face. "Who you sent me to kill were nothing more than young children. If you want them dead, then you're nothing but a cowardly prick who deserves to die. They're children. Are your goods really that precious? Then again, by your sheer size, I would hazard a yes to that." His ebony eyes shone as he leaned down and picked up the man, who was trembling so hard he could barely stand on his stubby legs. Alesiar turned and picked up one of his swords. "Get out of here, child, this is nothing you should see."

The girl, wide eyes staring at Alesiar, turned and ran back to the village. The trees swayed around Alesiar in the breeze as he glared at the cowering man, who was stuttering over questions and choking on his words. "You might want to learn more about your hirelings and targets before you send a Sylph after a Sylph. We usually don't take too well at being ordered to kill our own kind for money. Whatever god you pray to, I suggest you start begging their forgiveness. You sure as the Seven Hells are getting none from me." Kurai flashed black in the sunlight as the sword was brought around to the mans' neck, silencing his scream. His head rolled off somewhere to Al's right, and the body slumped to the ground at his feet, blood leaking out and pooling around his feet. He put Kurai down and sunk the tip into the ground, leaning on it slightly.

And there, in the middle of the path in the woods just south of the village, the Sylph with one mechanical wing, body at his feet and coat and sword scattered around him, fell asleep fast on his feet. But before he completely drifted off, he thought he heard the sound of waves on a beach. Funny...he didn't remember being near one before...

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"M'fine." He responded, eyes narrowing at her as she winced. But he left it unmentioned, and decided to question her on it and her origins at another time. His hand lingered in hers for a moment before he pulled free of it and held it towards Laes, using his other hand to tear off a piece of the cloth covering him. His hand motioned fluidly, pulling a length of water and guiding it into the torn cloth. He used both hands to tie it into a pouch around the liquid, and then used the excess cloth to tie it to what was covering him; he really needed to get some clothes.

Sha effsueshar.

As if on cue with Laes' heeding, the girl that had been up on the cliff now broke through the treeline and began speaking in some sort of panic. Nico greeted her with a stoic expression, and after she had asked several questions, he cast a glance that said 'you handle this' at the girl who had introduced herself as CinƔed.

He didn't really find himself in the mood to talk much at the moment, not that he was much of a talker in general anyway. Regardless, he was tired, still in pain from the shift in forms, and disoriented and not yet used to walking on legs. And so he remained silent, heels still dug into the sand so he could maintain balance and not end up toppling over. He took a deep breath as he calmly recollected his thoughts and once again turned his gaze to the woods that the incline lead to, the one the strange girl had just come through.

It left him thinking that there might be a path again, and he exchanged glances between the mystery girl and CinƔed, before deciding to at least say something. "Clothes. Path." He gestured to the cape tied around his waist, and then to the incline that lead into the woods. He didn't think it needed any other explanation beyond that, he was still overtly exposed with the cape, and a path meant that it led somewhere.

He didn't really wait for a response from either, and steeled himself as he approached the incline, attempting to climb up it before losing his balance and falling flat onto his back in the sand. His vision flashed white before he let out a groan. And as if the blow to the head flipped a switch, he began exclaiming. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" He didn't offer any attempt to get up, and lay there on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. He blew a tuft of hair out of his face, cheeks beginning to flush.

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[CinƔed Rubina la Fabre]


CinĆ”ed offered a hesitant sort of wave to this new girl whoā€™d evidently come so far from wherever sheā€™d been to inquire about her own wellbeing and the wellbeing of Nicodemus, along with gesture did a nervous sort of smile slip over her fatigued features. Standing up was in itself a rather difficult task at the moment, given the pain in even breathing from the encounter sheā€™d weathered only a bit ago, before presumably almost drowning. Her body was tired, injured and undoubtedly weak from what sheā€™d undergone. Although sheā€™d imposed this duty over herself, CinĆ”edā€™s mind could only partly wonder what would happen in the near-future to her if sheā€™d brushed death with just one encounterā€”with the supposedly weakest member of the rogues, nonetheless. ....she herself was considered weak too, by the standards of her Family-Clan. Of her fatherā€™s children, she was the least refined Salamander, her powers were laughable and her control over herself the same.

If she did this badly against the supposedly weakest member of the Rouge clan...then what awaited her as far as the others meant was certain death. The only reason her ass was even alive now was because of a random chance encounter with an odd Undine whoā€™d saved her from drowning.

Her hand dropped back down to her side, eyes slipping ground-ward as a small huff slipped from between her lips at acknowledging the sordid truth. She wanted to stop the rogues, not just for the sake of her own Clan, but for all those other Salamander out there. If they attacked her family on a whim, then it was likely enough that theyā€™d go and do the same to another Salamander Clan. She had to find some way to get stronger, and to stop them.

A shudder went through her body, skin going gooseflesh as the reality of her current situation settled in on herā€”she was dressed in her usual, somewhat revealing attire while also being sopping wet. A truly good combination...and she was without her usual cloak due to the situation that had surfaced with Nicodemusā€™ shift from his Undine form to his Human one. She had noted the Undine had gone and ripped a section of it off as well to serve as a sort of pouch. Oh well...I was going to get a new one anyway, donā€™t really want that one back after this.

ā€œA-areā€¦I-Is everyone alright? I sawā€¦uhmā€¦the girl was kind of lifelessā€¦ā€ the girl spoke, voice so low that the constant lapping the sea waves behind nearly drowned it out. CinĆ”ed managed to make it out, but only after struggling a bit to make sure that she had heard right.

Again, a hesitant sort of smile was offered to the girl by CinƔed. So, it seemed that she was not only indebted to Nicodemus, but this lass as well for being worried about her. Well, she had time to kill now while she recovered from her injuries anyway...perhaps in that time, she could find a way to repay them.

Nicodemus was looking between herself and the newly arrived girl, seemingly composed...his aura almost regal. CinĆ”ed returned his gaze with a silently questioning one of her own; did he have something to say...? ā€œClothes. Path.ā€ he gestured to the skirt heā€™d made from her cloak, and to the path that led into the nearby woods, the same one taken by the girl. The Salamander girl tilted her head to the side, she understood what he meant and what he wanted...yeah, he could use some actual clothing. But at the same time, it was noticeableā€”to her at leastā€”that he was not looking so good himself. Gonna guess heā€™s still not used to having legs, and that thereā€™s some lingering pain from his change.

Trying to find a town now would definitely be nice, if not for getting Nicodemus some clothing, then so that she might find a bed to collapse into until she recovered from her injuries. That sounded quite nice at the moment. Such a sight she had to be...a waterlogged Salamander; one of Frenaā€™s children, a being born of flame and warmth, battered and sodden.

Without another word, Nicodemus took to trying to climb the slight incline that led from the shore to the pathway, looking as if he were trying to maintain his composure. The water-fish-thing floated about near him still, before it was it happened with little warning. The Undine boyā€™s legs looked like they were suddenly made of jelly...and he flopped over backward, landing flat in the sand on his back. CinĆ”ed couldnā€™t help but wincing when he hit the ground...Sheā€™d fallen enough times like that to know it was both a bit painful, and definitely embarrassing to do in front of others. And embarrassed was definitely what he seemed to be, as his cheeks began to seep with red, the color clashing with his hair quite well. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" he crossed his arms, lying there, not bothering to try to get up again.

The smile that formed over her face was one that she couldnā€™t help. The way heā€™d just spoken, coupling it with how heā€™d just flopped over backward was too funny to herā€¦and a small little laugh slipped from her bruising throat. A heap of giggles came from her, in-between them slipped, ā€œOw.ā€s due to the injuries overlaying her body. After about half a minute of this, CinĆ”ed managed to make them subside enough to sort of limp over to him, standing overtop of him with a weak sort of smile. ā€œWe can ā€˜navigate with these clumsy pale appendagesā€™ because we were born with them, and you werenā€™tā€”you arenā€™t used to them yet, so you can probably expect to flop over like this in times to come more than once.ā€

Looking back over to the seemingly timid green-eyed girl, a half shrug came from CinĆ”ed. ā€œIā€™d say weā€™re all right, sweetie, a little worse for the wear, but overall, okay. Sā€™not like either him or I are dead, just a bit banged up maybe!ā€ that ended with a laugh.

With that, the Salamander turned her crystal-eyes back to the pouting Undine below her and held her hand out to him. She was injured and sore...but she might be able to handle helping him up, if he let her of course. ā€œSo, Nico, you gonna stay laying there all day, or are you going to try to navigate your clumsy legs again?ā€