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When evil walks among us... [Bubble of evil]


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I am so sorry that I didn't get this up yesterday, I had every intention of doing so but I got completely swamped with uni work. Ack!

 

IC:

 

There was a crash and a splatter as the plate fell to the floor, and the head of the table frowned down at the girl now whimpering on the floor. Hardly the best way to start breakfast, and Edie frowned as the girl cried something about the plate jumping from her hands, but before any of them could speak, the cutlery was dancing across the tables and imbedding itself in the chairs, the candles, and even one of the covale. Blood and flames and chaos took over their table and after putting out the flames from the candle that had fallen over, Edie darted out into the streets, following the sound of the cries that she could hear.

 

They lived close to the heart of Seandar, and everywhere she looked Edeline Jadien saw chaos. Carts had overturned, their contents pummelling the shoppers and shopkeepers alike - some of whom had the grave misfortune of standing at a cart loaded with weapons. Stones were flying about and people were spilling into the streets with bedsheets tangled around their necks and pots straining to beat them, and Edie was stunned speechless. How was this happening? What was it that was happening? She could not tell, she could not know... and then she saw it.

 

The exotics had gotten loose. To'raken flew above the city, saddles slipping and reins broken. Grolm bounded the streets in packs that Edie quickly darted into a building to avoid - but that was not the worst of it.

 

The damane... There were women in gray dresses everywhere, walking free, uncollared and uncontrolled. If only she had gone for training with the sul'dam before now, Edie may have been able to help. But instead she watched helpless, unsure what to do, with no ideas coming as to how to stop the damane from wreaking such havoc in the capital city of the Seanchan empire. How had they gotten out? Who had let them loose? Heads would roll, she was sure, but what were they going to do to get the city back under control? Some of them simply looked lost, and one damane was sitting in the middle of the street crying, clutching at her neck. But others were smiling and obviously enjoying the chance to get back at the sul'dam who had held them collared so long, and Edie shook her head as she saw at least one corpse wearing a lightning-bolt dress. Perhaps it was a good thing that she'd had no training after all. A whistling sound was her only warning and she ducked to avoid the heavy porcelain bowl that had been thrown at her head, watching as it smashed against the wall and fell in pieces at her feet.

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The morning had risen as usual in the Damane stables. Cela had followed behind her Suldam Zara as she lead her to her every morning walk. The woman walked with her head held high and every time Cela took a step too slowly or too much to the side she felt a yank in the collar as Zara pulled her to obey and then a slashing pain going through her body. The small Damane had to fight the urge to to want to kick the so called Sul'dam. She bit her teeth together and gave a silent curse to teh world.

 

"I can feel your irritation, Cela. That is no way to behave." Zara spoke and Cela almost dropped to the floor at the touch of ice to her skin. Then something happened. The icy feelign vanished, Cela glanced at Zara almost hoping that something had happened to the woman to have dropped her punishment so. But the Sul'dam was standing and looked suprised also. Then she felt it. No collar. The a'dam was gone. Celas hands threw on her neck in horror. The look on Zara's face was pure terror.

 

Realization struck her. Her dreams had been aswered. She had been set free to finally take revenge on the woman who called herself Celas Sul'dam. She tentatively reached for Saidar and the Power filled her happy and free as the A'dam was no longer controlling her. Cela grinned at Zara as the woman had started to run away from her. Cela wove air around the woman and lifted her from the ground. Her Sul'dam screamed in horror. Wailing until Cela managed to stuff a weave of earth to her mouth to gag her. She tied both the weaves and wove air and water together to create a cold wind. The wind she directed at Zara and soon the woman was flying in circles on top of the stables. Cela laughed. She had not felt this good well ever!

 

She ran forth using Saidar to shove people out of her way as she went. She knew she might never live past this day, but she wanted to enjoy the freedom while it lasted. Whoever had freed her deserved a metal. Cela did not even notice in her glee that the exotics were out also. She would not have cared had she seen it. She was free.

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Malik dove to the ground and rolled. He felt the rush of air over his back, signalling the near miss of his own blade. He got back to his feet and turned around, amazed at what he saw.

 

He didn't have the first clue about what was happening. He had been practicing his forms, when his blade had leaped out of his hands and began a fight, resulting in Malik diving out of the way of a moving blade.

 

Malik was too stunned by the seemingly self-moving blade to attempt to fight back in one mean or another. But soon, the amazement wore off and he began to think of a way to fight against his unreal opponent. He turned and ran as fast as he could, not so much away from his enemy, but towards a weapon.

 

He spotted two scimitars, a spear, and a katana, laying on a weapon rack. He had to make a split second decision or he would die quickly. His instinct told him the katana, for it was larger and sharper then the scimitars, and easier towield then the spear. So he grabbed it, and turned to face his opponent.

 

He turned in time to parry off an attempted slash to take his head off, and Malik began to step into his environment. Charge of the Grolm met Parting the Silk. Leap of the Grolm, Rain Rinses the Plains. Back and forth the Deathwatch and the... sword? pressed for advantage.

 

Malik began to tire and realized what he was doing. He was fighting the sword, not trying to see if there was some invisible creature holding the blade. Malik changed his attempted Talon's Slash, and turned it into Leap of the Grolm. The blade, expecting the horizontal slash, missed the parry for a vertical one.

 

His blade met with something and the blade sliced through, splattering blood over Malik. But the blood began to run down the invisible man's body, where it should have been a belly. He watched the blood stain the air, and mark where his opponent was. The blood inspired something inside of Malik, some caged wolf inside, hungering for blood, and he fought with a harder force.

 

He advanced on the beast in front of him, launching attack after attack. And it was doing all it could not to be killed. But finally it slipped up. Malik made another fake Talon's Slash, and the enemy went to block, but Malik changed in midswing and charged into Leap of the Grolm, slicing through what should have been its shoulder. He sliced down, down through where the heart was. More blood began to spray, covering Malik with it.

 

It was dead. He watched as the invisible bpdy began to fall, and disappear. The blood stains in the air, were just... gone. The blood covering his blade, and himself remained, however. Malik wondered what had happened.

 

He turned to survey the area. No one in sight, but he could hear screams of the people of Seandar outside. He grabbed his blade, but sheathed it instead of using it. He liked this new katana. Light, but strong, and very sharp. He cleaned the blade and ran to the Gates. He exited and watched in horror, what was happening. There were people being strangled by sheets. Men being beaten by clubs. There were rakenflying loose. Torm prowling. And worst of all, the damane were walking free.

 

Lightning crackled and came down in the streets. The earth moved, and fire appeared suddenly. Malik watched as an innocent man went up in an inferno. He looked around and saw bodies of woman, wearing the lightning panelled dresses. They killed sul'dam! Malik snarled. These witches would pay for this destruction! He had to do something. But what?

 

Malik snuck closer to the marath'damane. Silently. He would stop this madness, even if it killed him! He came behind one damane with fair hair. He did not recognize her from the damane he had been around. He drew a dagger, and stabbed her in the back, right through the heart. She was dead before she even hit the street.

 

Malik nodded his head at her body, in respect for a powerful enemy. He knew he shouldn't have killed her, but she was too dangerous to leave waiting for a sul'dam to releash her. He stalked towards his next victim. He hoped desperately that he wasn't seen, for he knew he was dead if he was.

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I'm so sorry, it's been a really really horrible week for me at uni, and if this had been on next week then I would have been able to post every day. As it is, I thought we had more than just three members, but I guess that everyone didn't notice it was here. *shrugs*

 

IC:

The house was on fire, and Edeline wanted to weep as she looked out the window at the bright flames licking at the old building. That was somebody's home, although she had no idea if they were still alive or not. Most of the exotics had been caught by now - and many of the damane, though a few were still free and wreaking havoc, and the pots and pans had stopped being thrown around hours ago. Dusk was falling, but the city was lit by the blaze of old houses glowing red, dotted here and there. The clean up effort had just started, and Edie walked out from her hiding place and helped. She was picking things up like a servant, it was true, but rank seemed not to matter as they cleaned up the damage that had been done to their beautiful city.

 

The streets were the first thing to be cleared, though bodies lay untouched for the most part where they had fallen. Some people had brought out sheets or given up their cloaks to cover the dead, but there were so many that Edie was beginning to see them as just another part of the rubble, and that filled her with an intense sadness. No-one should see so much death that it was un-noteworthy. No-one.

 

A sul'dam was walking past with two damane in tow, one of them retching as she was pulled along with her a'dam hanging from her neck but connected to no wrist. Many sul'dam had been killed this day, and while most of the damane were happy to be collared again, Edie had seen some of them dead, too, and did not think that they would be the last. There were few things a damane would be killed for - they were too valuable, it was much easier to simply relieve them of their hands or feet, but it seemed that the chaos in the city was the mark of too far to forgive.

 

"I can hold her collar," Edie stood and strode to the sul'dam, holding out her wrist. There was no use in dragging a damane along - they could not move on their own if their leash was not held, Edie had learned a little about it before her parents had forbidden her to learn to train damane - and it was just cruelty to be forcing her to walk. "Are there so many that need to be brought back to the kennels?" Edie felt the bracelet being clipped on her wrist, and then through it, the damane. "I am not completely trained, but if there are too many sul'dam injured to hold all the leashes, I will help." The woman in the lightning-bolt dress muttered something and started walking toward the kennels once more.

 

It would take a long time to heal the city, and a long time to discover who had done such a stupid thing as let all the exotics go free, but if they worked at it one step at a time, the people of Seandar would prevail. Eventually. They had to prevail - the second return was being planned, and if they were to defeat the mainlanders and claim back Hawkwing's empire, the people of Seanchan would need to be strong.

 

What does not kill us only makes us stronger. Somehow, she felt it would be little comfort to the dead.

 

~Edeline Jadien

Seanchan Blood

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ooc. no worries. I'm sure we can continue this thread even though our week is over!

 

ic. The havoc in the streets finally caught onto Cela also. The magnitude of the a'dam falling from her neck had diminished and even though she was more than glad to have the leash gone, she saw now that there were many the A'dam was meant to keep in control. She added herself as one of them.

 

I am evil, she thought regretably. I am lower than scum, she added and glanced back to see her sul'dam still twirling in the air. Placing her hand on her neck, Cela bit back tears. The a'dam was there for her own protection, her and other alike her. She turned on her heels and ran to where Zara was still in the air. She channeled open the ties in the weaves and slowly placed the woman back on the ground. The sul'dam looked sick. Cela glanced at the a'dam still tied to her wrist.

 

"You pathetic little monster!" she shouted at her and trying to gather to chain in her hands. Cela swallowed, had she thought her sul'dam would forgive her this. "You'll be sorry you did that you animal!" Cela took a step back. "I am sorry, sul'dam. Something came over me." Cela explained as she had no idea what else to say. But the look on Zara was pure hatered and malice. Cela stepped further away before spinning around and rushing out in panic. Her sul'dam was too worked up to let her live after this, and for some reason, Cela did not wish to give the Sul'dam the gratitude of killing her. No, she wanted death, but not by her hands.

 

The commotion in the streets drowned all the curses Zara flung at her, and Cela fought her way through the paniced crowds looking for the other animals that had gotten out on this crazy day. She wanted a Raken to bite her head off and was determined to find one willing to do so.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Malik watched the blood flow, not caring that it was his. He staggered towards the damane barracks to see if anyone knew how to fix him up. He was dead if he did not find any help immediately, and plus it was the damne who had injured him, who had given him the idea.

 

Malik had been continuing on the rampage of his, sneaking behind and striking down one damane after another. He had been sneaking into position behind one of the last damane, and she had spun around. She had gaped openly at the man no more then five feet from her. She had reacted the way only a damane would and struck out with the One Power. It was a small strike, an air blow to the gut, but shaped so as to penetrate his body. The blood had rushed freely, and the damane stood there looking sadly on him. She bent over him and whispered in his ear," A damane can save you, if you can find one with the power to heal." With that she had stood up and walked away down the streets.

 

Now Malik walked slowly, stumbled really, down the streets, careful to make sure his hands were covering the wound the best way possible. He felt light-headed, and he thought for sure he was seeing things when he spotted one of the Blood holding the Leash to a damane. He moved towards her and spotted a real sul'dam. He moved quicker and quicker and he felt his consciousness begin to slide. He stumbled and fell in front of the Blood sul'dam, and worked up his last strength to make one tiny statement. "Help!"

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