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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 15, 2015 1:22:00 GMT
Lusaki Yomo It wasn't that she wanted to feel this way. Opal yearned to feel as she once did: Powerful, strong, the queen of all the half-bloods, not through species, but being a conqueror of what she had once believed a ruthless mutation of humanity. Now she was a void, not of darkness, but of sorrow. Opal despised herself, regretted everything that she had been involved with after the death of her father.
Her body convulsed again from the pain of her mistakes and she let it wreak havoc across her nerves. Hunger chewed at her belly, but it had long since been ignored. She didn't want to live anymore. She was done. Opal was no longer Shadow, or whoever she had once thought she was; only an empty shell of grief for the man she thought she loved to the end, would avenge without question, would murder innocents for.
So Opal stayed there, curled up in the cold underground base on the frigid leather couch with her chilled senses.
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Post by Lusaki Yomo on Sept 15, 2015 1:30:13 GMT
Training day was today, and as always, Opal wasn't in the forest. Lusaki wasn't too worried before- she figured Opal was busy toying with other humanimals. But now the girl was worried. So she decided to fly to Opal's base because why not? It wasn't like she'd die... The half-bat flew through the forest with her limited memory of where Opal hung out. As she entered the coldness of the underground base, she first noticed the absence of something that used to be in this place. Then Lusaki noticed Opal on the leather couch, definitely not in good shape. Lusaki sucked in her breath, trying to stay calm but pretty much failing.
"Uhhh... Opal?" Lusaki murmured. "Opal get up, I'll make you something yummy."
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 15, 2015 1:35:09 GMT
The assassin didn't respond. Her mind registered the words but she didn't have the energy to process them. Lusaki's voice reminded Opal what she had been trailing the young girl to do: Fight. The memory caused the black-haired mess of a girl to feel another pulse of pain and throw up what tiny bit of anything was left in her stomach.
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Post by Lusaki Yomo on Sept 15, 2015 2:18:03 GMT
A stomach bug? Lusa frowned. What was wrong with this woman? She carried a completely different vibe now... Maybe she was sick. Depressed? No, that would be impossible, Opal was a strong person. She'd never be weak. At least, Lusaki hopes that, but maybe things like this happen to people.
I sure hope I don't act like that...
"Opal, you should go get checked. You don't look really good." She reached for Opal's arm, hoping to pulled her up. "I'll help you if you want, and we can just hang out. It's pretty nice out... We could visit that lake and skip stones together and stuff."
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 15, 2015 22:24:32 GMT
Sound. It made Opal's ears ring. Her head throbbed from just hearing it. Stomach churning, Opal pinched her lips together to keep from throwing up again. Vacant brown eyes surveyed Lusaki's face, trying to comprehend what was real. Did she care? There was a time Opal would use one's weakness to her advantage by tricking them into thinking she cared. Perhaps she had taught the girl too well. No, she couldn't have corrupted Lusaki already, not in only several training sessions.
Opal's throat felt dry and hoarse as she spoke two words: "I'm... done...." and let herself slink into the darkness. Maybe the sleep was for the better...
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Post by Lusaki Yomo on Sept 16, 2015 20:19:38 GMT
Lusaki stared at Opal with her own eyes. With Opal like this, Lusaki didn't really know what to do. "Opal, wake up." Lusaki GENTLY slapped Opal's face, pulling at her arm. "I'll try to make scrambled egg... I learned from a cookbook... Not sure if I'll accidentally burn this place down but still!" She gave up on pulling and decided to make some food, devising a plan to sneak into the cafeteria and steal stuff. If someone came, she'd just beat the heck out of the person before rushing back. But was it worth it?
"I'll go get eggs from the cafeteria if you want, Opal." Lusaki said, sounding cheerful. "Then you can eat. You really need to eat, it's not good to not eat."
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 17, 2015 22:25:17 GMT
Opal dreamed of pain. It was short lived, and yet it was so much better than what she had to endure in the waking world. Pain danced in long gowns of fear. It twirled under the noble finger of regret. And the pain yielded to the ballroom known as depression.
The assassin's eyes flew open and she dragged her hand up to her face instinctively. Opal only comprehended what had happened because of the apparent look of uncertainty and fear written on Lusaki's face. She mustered any ounce of strength she had left and raised her hand to the girl, attempting to take Lusaki's hand in hers frail, gentle one. A smile spread weakly across Opal's cheeks, a small, yet sincere one, and she whispered in a cracked, rusty voice, "Thank you." Good thing the food in the cafeteria was free, or else Opal would have refused, knowing stealing would only be another thing on her mind. Hopefully Lusaki was aware of that fact.
Opal's throat was so soar. She tried to speak again, but it seamed her voice had failed her. So instead, she weakly pointed to her throat, then made a sign for "drink", hoping Lusaki would get the memo.
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Post by Lusaki Yomo on Sept 18, 2015 0:51:51 GMT
Lusaki stared at Opal for a moment.
"Oh, water?" she grinned, happy that Opal was actually communicating.
Getting a cup, the girl filled with water and carefully rushed towards her friend, her mentor. She handed it to Opal, hoping she wouldn't choke or something.
"Drink." she said kindly.
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 18, 2015 3:31:08 GMT
Taking the cup in her shaking hands, Opal greedily brought the liquid to her dry, cracked lips and gulped down several mouthfuls. The energy needed to do so made her a bit faint, and she forced herself to tilt her head back and let the water run down to her stomach to make sure it would stay there. After a few moments of her own silence, she began drinking again, glad that the taste of puke was, for the most part, diminished. As color started to be replenished to Opal's face, so did her words. She still felt numb from weakness. Not only that, but putting on this show of 'feeling better' for Lusaki was draining her faster than she expected. As long as Lusaki didn't offer food again, she could still slip back into her previous state as soon as she left, and her willowing to death would be worth it, because she would have made her happy...
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Post by Lusaki Yomo on Sept 18, 2015 20:33:16 GMT
Lusaki watched as Opal drank. There was a relieved feeling in the girl as she watched, and she knew that Opal would be alive and healthy. That was good, because Lusaki wanted to continue training the next day, and if Opal was malnourished then training would be impossible. But then, why had Opal been malnourished? It sort of confused Lusaki, because she knew Opal was a pretty proud person and that she was smart enough to feed herself and keep herself healthy. Maybe Opal was secretly ninety.
"Okay so what do you want to eat?" Lusaki grinned. LAWS OF IRONY!!!
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 18, 2015 20:44:52 GMT
Darn it, she thought, though that's not quite the correct vocabulary. "Eh..." she muttered, racking her brain for the smallest, first food that came to mind: "A cheesestick?"
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Post by Lusaki Yomo on Sept 18, 2015 21:35:12 GMT
"Cheese...stick?" Lusaki was quiet for a moment. "Hmm... you need a meal, not a snack!"
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