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Private Ever Seen A Princess Swing From A Vine?

Discussion in 'Horizon' started by Anna Valerious, Mar 13, 2018.

  1. Anna Valerious

    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    Date: 27th February Year 7
    @Erik Lehnsherr
    About a week had passed since she had had her fun little encounter with the man. Her third overall and she hadn't really been expecting to see him again, not so soon at least but she should have known Pandora had its whiles and ways. But right now, Anna was busy hunting down the newest thing her mentor had sent her after, a list of menial things he sent her off doing whilst he hid some kind of truth from her he apparently thought she wasn't able to handle. Ironic really considering everything they had been through.

    But here she was, in Horizon no less and trying to capture the creature before the sun went down. The light was already dimming and she was struggling to keep up with the animal, so she'd left her chest armour resting against one of the tall trees, Anna now camping out for the creature where two waterfalls met. She'd noticed it was at least tired from the events of the day and was now waiting, testing the waters, to see if it were safe enough to come out and enjoy the calm waters there. She rubbed her hands over her arms, the cooling temperature making her regret being in a climate that seemed to switch temperatures so quickly as soon as the sun had begun setting in the sky.

    The princess lost count of how long it seemed to be since she'd begun her little stake out, but she refused to go home to her mentor empty handed. If he insisted on sending her out on these annoying missions then she'd damn well come back with something to show for it at least. Just as she'd been about to take a break from her perch high up in a tree she had climbed for the view, Anna spotted the snuffling creature, big and grunting, wings on its back that really didn't, shouldn't have been able to help such a big body mass lift off of the ground. But that didn't matter. Anna stood up on the branch closest to her, crouched in the confines of the leafy tree as she seemed to be mapping out the best route to take this creature down, minimal confrontation and struggling would be a lovely bonus.

    Something seemed to spook the animal, have it on edge, and that wasn't the best of news for Anna. She needed to move and she needed to move now. Glancing around for a quicker decent, the only thing she found was a series of vines through the trees which would get her above the plunge pool at least, but if she could avoid that and just get to the tree on the bank side then that would be perfect.

    But things didn't always plan out like that.

    Even as Anna put on an impressive display, swinging from vine to vine, she hadn't been expecting one of the vines to be a damn large snake. Why it was hanging from the tree, she didn't know, but there weren't a lot of snakes in Transylvania and this wasn't an encounter sh was particularly happy about either. Making a small sound of distress, the woman was hanging onto the very angry snaked that hissed and opened its rather wide jaw at her. The princess had seconds before the fangs sunk into her so she did the only thing she could do - she let go. Anna's legs cycled through the air as her hands flailed at her sides before she was disappearing into the usually crystal clear pools of water, though harder to see within considering the dim lighting now.

    Silence fell across the area until the woman burst from the water, her prey long gone but it didn't matter right now. Wading in the water, Anna managed to calm herself down, coughing and spluttering though as she waded over to the embankment, dragging herself onto her hands and knees before she swore in her mother tongue. Letting out a more than understandable cry this time, the princess turned herself over and thumped down on her backside, taking off her water logged boots as her teeth had already begun to chatter, her long curly hair hanging around her in a damp and unwelcome kind of shawl.

    No today was not a good day, not at all.
     
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  2. Horizon was a truly beautiful place. Personally Erik did prefer the more northern landscapes, valleys making their way through jagged mountains ranges, great lakes mirroring the clouds and the wide sky, the seemingly endless forests and the wind. But this? It was text book beautiful, a small slice of paradise that most people would only dream of visiting for a relaxing vacation.
    Yes it was pretty, even Erik had to admit that, but it was too pretty for his taste, so perfect that it started to look surreal. You could analyze or interpret as much into that as you liked, but he had started to feel a bit uneasy, suspicious of the peaceful surrounding. Only relaxing bit by bit as he distanced himself from the small community, walking into the surrounding jungle.

    He was trying to get around Pandora as much as he could, see and learn about the different places, the people that inhabited this world and how it functioned. Additionally he was attempting to gather information and leads regarding this dubious 'research project' he'd come across in December. It was a slow process, not as bad as expected but slower than he'd wished. He doubted that his chances of finding anything out here were particularly high but it was worth a try and he did enjoy the change from the clustered streets of Pandora Town and Blackhaven.

    Erik had been following the curving flow of a river, the gurgling stream accompanying him through the trees and leading him deeper into the jungle, at the same time ensuring that he'd be able to find his way back, if he only turned around and retraced his steps. A sort of waypoint for his orientation. He'd just about reached a pond from which the stream originated, the pool being created by two waterfalls crashing together in a misty spray of droplets as he noticed something moving in the canopies of the trees above the water. Coming to a halt in his tracks Erik was immediately alert and scanning the surrounding for a potential threat, despite it's beauty the jungle wasn't the safest place to be. He spotted the figure a moment after, it appeared to have a human like form, crouching on a branch, it's focus directed at a buff creature that was drinking near the pools shore. The creature only earned a fleeting glance from Erik as the person in the tree started moving and turned out to look rather familiar.

    Erik recognized Anna just as she was hanging from a vine in a tree, swinging around like a bloody monkey, causing Erik to raise his eyebrows in silent wonder. Who the hell came up with the idea to swing themselves from one vine to the next? She really was one peculiar Princess, it even looked as if she was going to manage - Never mind.
    He couldn't repress the single laugh that escaped him as Anna fell out of the trees and plunged straight into the water. Maybe that had been a little mean...maybe. Meanwhile the creature had taken it's chance and fled. How unfortunate. A smile still lingering around his lips Erik decided he might as well head to pool, apparently Pandora didn't mean for him to avoid Anna for a longer time.

    Leaning against a tree he watched as the other waded out of the water, it wasn't hard to see that she was anything but happy with the situation. He allowed himself a further moment of being unnoticed, before he stepped out towards the shore.
    " Hunting pigs again? Not so lucky today Princess. "
    Without giving it much thought Erik had stripped out of the shirt he'd been wearing, holding it out next to the Princesses head and leaving him standing in his t-shirt. It was starting to get a little cold but Anna definitely needed the further layer more than he did.
    "Put this on before you catch your death."
     
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  3. Anna Valerious

    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    Was... Was someone laughing at her? She was sure she had heard the sound of laughter, and it made her glance around curiously from beneath her mop of dark hair hanging down over her face. What in god's name was Erik doing here, and now, of all places and times? When she managed a good look at his face, she knew it was him and released a low groan in response, frustration building up that little bit more inside of her.
    "When will you arrive and see me doing something actually impressive or not being drenched? You know I can catch things- the creatures, I mean. Not that you'd have to believe me from previous encounters..." Sighing heavily to herself once more, Anna looked at the mess she had made of herself before swearing under her breath once more.

    "Oh I don't know. It seems I lost one piggy but found another one." In all fairness, Erik deserved that one for poking sticks at the woman who was clearly not having any of it today. She'd just finished tossing the water out of her boots when he offered her the shirt, the princess eyeing it for a moment before she took it and let it replace the armour she remembered she needed to pick up by the tree still. Wrapping it around her shoulders, it still carried the warmth of the man that had given it to her, causing Anna to shudder in response before she closed her eyelids briefly. It was an improvement but she needed to get a fire going before she froze herself half to death.

    She'd given a nod of her head in thanks before standing up, collecting her things and motioning for Erik to start following her.
    "Come... I need warmth and you will too. This place is as changing and unforgiving as my home." Traipsing a bit back to one of the trees, Anna grabbed her chest armour before finding a small space clear enough for them to start up a fire without causing harm. Within a matter of moments the woman had a mini campfire set up, the flames warm and helping her dry off and warm up too, a pleased sound coming from her as she had found a spot to sit by the fire and reached out her palms towards it.

    "What brings you to Horizon? I didn't think it had the right kind of feeling for a man of your... tastes." There weren't a lot of people around, is what Anna was getting at. But perhaps Erik wanted to avoid the crowds for the reason simply being of what had happened the last time they had been around so many other people as well. She offered for him to come and sit with her, and she doubted that the lull of the fire wasn't going to help her keep him here for a bit. She could used the company, something about being around him seemed to calm her down - perhaps another angered spirit making her feel not so alone in her missions.

    The woman got a good look at him in the firelight, and it had only been a week since she had last seen him of course but it seemed, despite his entertainment, Erik looked a little... tired? Frustrated? Impatient? Anna didn't know which word to choose, and besides, she didn't know him all too well, who was she to say? As her eyes had lowered to leave his form altogether, she noticed a strange set of numbers inked onto his arm, her head tilting as she glanced back up to Erik's face. The numbers were too long for a birth date, and even then too long for a date at all. Her eyes changed from angered and infuriated with her own slip up earlier to curiosity now, a comfortable quiet for now as she mulled over other options.

    Maybe she'd get to ask Erik about himself tonight, and maybe, hopefully, he'd actually talk to her a little more too.
     
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  4. Okay he should have seen that one coming. Play stupid games, win stupid prices and he ought to have known by now that Anna wasn't one to lack a feisty comeback. Especially as she appeared to be in a rather bad mood. The gypsy princess with a temper. However would he be able to resist teasing her?
    " Oh I am impressed, don't worry. " Impressed and amused, but he left out the second part in wise precaution. He preferred to avoid taking a fist to the face or a boot to the shin. And really, he had no doubt that Anna was an excellent hunter..in a less unfortunate setting and maybe there would come a day when he'd get to witness that.

    It was good than the princess wasn't too proud or too stubborn to decline the shirt, Erik wouldn't have liked to argue with her or listen to the clattering of her teeth. The fire was also a sensible idea as it was proceeding to get colder with the passing minutes. Someone knows how to survive in the wild, he couldn't say that he was surprised. Anna obviously didn't require his help with picking out a suitable spot and setting up the fire so Erik was left tagging along and watching her work. Settling down beside the fire a moment after the other had made herself comfortable. The nocturnal animals were slowly waking up in the surrounding jungle as the flames started to crackle, causing shadows to dance over the ground at their feet. Far away leaves rustling and peculiar screeches echoing through the trees. Now he only he needed a guitar and some campfire songs, maybe some scary stories to finish it all off and this would be the perfect adventure excursion. The thought, however silly caused a quick twitch of Erik's lips. Then he turned his attention back to Anna who appeared to be studying him across the flames.

    A man of his tastes...
    Now what might that be? Chess, whiskey and genocide? Most of those that knew him back in his world were unlikely to say anything good. He could only imagine Charles's bitter commentary and Hank's judgmental stares.
    But of course that wasn't what Anna had meant.
    " I've decided that there's no harm in getting to know Pandora a bit better, take a look at everything it's got to offer. The places are so very different. " So very different indeed, from idyllic coastal regions and a jungle civilization, over dark alleyways and haunted streets with flickering lanterns to shining futuristic cities with clear skies and great mansions. Alone the span of the technological advancement was incredible, reaching from basically nonexistent to inventions that even Erik wouldn't have believed possible. But he was getting distracted again, his thoughts drifting away as if they wished to become independent. Tough luck for them, he was far too much of a control freak to allow that to happen. So instead he turned his attention back towards Anna.

    " What about you, are you always hunting random beasts or beating up drunks in your free time or is there anything else you do? "
     
  5. Anna Valerious

    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    He was impressed? She didn't think most people would have been with the display she had put up, but perhaps Erik wasn't used to seeing princesses swinging from vines then. At least he was smart enough not to be pushing at her buttons any more, and after her own little jab back at him, Anna had to admit, she was feeling a little better already. So as they sat there together and he spoke about what he had been doing around Pandora, she couldn't help but to just nod her head gently in response, thinking about all the things she had seen here.
    "I go tot see the sea for the first time here in Pandora... It was more beautiful than I had ever imagined." She left out the fact she'd been to Cascade Bay for training with Boba, and the fact that was the time she had lost control and destroyed a centurion robot he had- details, details.

    "Oh this is just what I do on my off days." Anna joked at first, laughing a little bit to herself as she was apparently trying to distract herself from staring at the man by sorting out her hair. Her fingers pulled and tugged at the strands of hair gently, trying to separate them that little bit more so that they could dry and lessened her chances of catching a cold any time soon. When she found a rhythm, a system of sorting her hair, she began to speak up once more.
    "What I actually do when I'm not training and apparently making myself look like a fool, I'm actually getting ready for... something big? That sounds more than a little bit dubious, doesn't it? But its nothing bad, at least, its not bringing harm to anyone else."

    Leaving it at that for now, Anna's eyes seemed to glaze over as she thought about the things she had decided to do, the life-changing course she was going to be taking on soon enough. Getting her mentors to meet properly and talk it out to agree she had made the right decision for herself was going to be interesting to watch to say the least... but the excruciating struggles and pain she would put her body through, becoming something, someone else entirely... it was her choice and she'd stick to it.

    Even if she was terrified and felt alone.

    Inhaling deeply, she finished up with her hair that seemed to have grown twice as big in volume - the joys of wild, untamed curly hair, and it seemed to make her look younger, like the Anna that might have been if her life hadn't been ruled the way it had. As she looked at Erik once more, she rubbed the side of her head briefly and gave a sheepish smile for having let herself get quite so lost in her own thoughts, instead deciding to put the attention on him, something she thought was harmless.
    "The numbers, on your arm- They're strange, do they mean something?" The princess wasn't used to seeing tattoos, they weren't really a thing for where she came from and the sight of the numbers had caught her attention once more, the firelight seeming to highlight it for her and insist she ask about it now.
     
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  6. Those must be some truly lovely and relaxing off days. Chasing after alien pigs, firing blasters at not so innocent by standers, starting bar fights, swinging from vines and going for a quick swim. Maybe Erik should try that some time. Although..it hadn't cured Anna's tension or bad moods, so it couldn't be that effective could it now?
    Waiting patiently to see if Anna would take up talking again Erik watched as she started the attempt to sort out her hair. The process appeared to him like a long lost battle, the hair only growing messier and broader with each stroke of her fingers. But the princess didn't let that stop her, she must have found some sort of use to her combing that remained obscured to Erik. Possibly because he never had to deal with hair of such length or texture. Said hair now being frizzy, as if charged and all puffed up around Anna's face, a bit like lion mane meets dandelion. It formed a stark contrast to her sudden pressed mood, her eyes dimmed over and distant.

    Not a harm to anyone else but to herself. The words had remained unspoken but were painfully obvious. Both in her choice of phrasing and her absent expression. An expression that Erik knew all too well. There was something resting heavily upon her mind and it was nothing pleasant, that much was certain. Erik didn't push further, knew that he didn't have the right to do so, that Anna was likely to react badly. It was non of his concern in the first place, they all had their problems and secrets, the things that wouldn't leave them alone and kept them awake at night.
    He felt a bit as if he was invading her privacy but it was interesting to see her this way, so silent and lost in thought as opposed to her usual strong and self confident manner. Direkt and straight to the point but now.. Must be a complicated something big if it managed to get to her in such a way.

    A further moment passed in silence and Anna seemed to catch herself, pulling back to the campfire and even giving Erik a crooked smile. As if to excuse some silly behaviour. Smile and move on. What a nice way of handling things. But he wasn't about to judge her, who was he to say no if she felt like distracting herself with a light mood and easy conversation. After all those were better coping mechanisms than drinking or let's say, breaking things.

    It was tough luck that she ended up picking his tattoo as a conversation starter. The situation shifting as it was now Erik's turn to undergo a sudden mood change. From faint curiosity to that hollow, sinking feeling down in his guts, the pulsing of his blood heavy in his ears.
    So much to a lighter topic of conversation.
    In a matter of seconds his face had gone blank, his arms that he'd rested in a relaxed position upon his knees, now tensed together with his shoulders. He had to remind himself that it's been 29 bloody years.
    " It's..a long story. " In fact it was literally history but of course, not where Anna came from.
    Seriously Erik, twenty-nine years and yet he could remember some moments as if it had been yesterday.
    Such as when they'd been dragged out of their home, the first touch of the needle against his skin, the moment as his mother had- No. He wasn't getting into that again, not here not now.
    Erik could be as blunt about his past as he could be secretive. He'd discovered soon that in many situations being blunt was more effective. Of course it wasn't the same for every aspect of his past, the thing about his mother for once..that really wasn't something he shared openly.
    But most of the rest, the less..personal aspects? It was history, not only his but the world's and he could choose to either ignore it or put it to use in his cause. In the hopes that something such as that would never happen again. Highly unlikely considering human nature.

    Here comes the history lesson. Erik's voice had turned cold, factual almost, yet with a bitter touch to it and the occasional trace of dry humour.
    " There was a war, back in my world. The second world war. During that time Germany was ruled by a dictator that preached hate against all those different, the disabled, the homosexuals, the gypsies - " At that point he gave a small huff remembering Anna's own heritage. Then he continued with the list that could have went on and on forever.
    " Those with a different religion or culture, political enemies - Basically anyone who didn't fit into their concept of 'the perfect race'. " ..the Jewish in particular. Erik tried to ban the tension from his muscles, but instead his left hand turned restless. His thumb absentmindedly wandering over the rest of his fingers, over and over. He continued talking after a small moment.
    " So they had those that didn't fit rounded up and transported away. Either to their direkt death or to something called a concentration camp. " More often than not the long way round to death. " That's..basically an inhuman version of a prison camp. Referred to as 'hell on earth' by many. They marked and numbered the people, usually with badges but one camp in particular preferred tattooing. " At that point he lifted his arm, the number visible in the light of the flames.
    " Inmate 214782. "

     
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  7. Anna Valerious

    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    Long story? Long stories were perfect for gatherings around a campfire, no? The princess motioned for him to go on whilst she looked at the fire pointedly, figuring he would appreciate not being stared at whilst he spoke about whatever he did. Long stories had the capacity for immense amounts of sadness, and she didn't doubt that this man, Erik, had had his own fair share of his world's tragedies and losses. So Anna buckled up to listen to him quietly, her hair quite big by now but not enough to make her face be unseen should the man look, and a frown slowly creeping up on her features as she continued to watch the flames.

    Erik mentioned not one, not the first, but a second world war and it had the gypsy princess parting her lips in shock at the thought alone of there having been one at all. What had happened to mankind? What kind of disarray and madness had befallen them all so that they stooped to these levels and harmed one another? Killed one another? Fighting people and that ending up in murder was a different matter entirely compared to people, masses of people fighting or one supposed cause and killing someone they didn't even know. Sounded like a world she knew a couple of people would just love to see, and the thought alone had her stomach lurching.

    Anna bristled even more when she heard the groups of people that were hunted down, her own type too, the gypsies leaving her feeling burned and sore but there was nothing she could do for those lives and more that had been so carelessly lost. In fact she was left feeling an unbridled type of anger building inside of her as Erik continued to tell her things she wished she had not asked about now, though how could she know what it would all mean? It was the last straw when Erik mentioned that he had been given a number whilst hinted that everything else had been taken from him, her eyes flashing dangerously with contempt and pure hatred for those who thought they could treat others any less than themselves.

    Standing up abruptly, she paused for a moment before pacing around the campfire, words in her mother tongue hissed and spat out as she shook her head in response to the news, even punching at one of the trees in the surrounding area as she did so. Anna recoiled from the pain in her hand before doing it once more, letting out a cry of pure anger and frustration, her arm swinging to her side before she just stood there for a while, speaking with her back to Erik.
    "They took your identity from you... They took your home, your family, they took your rights and your... they took everything and for what? For an ideal?" Anna's voice choked at the last sentence, breaking as tears of anger fell from her eyes.

    Turning back around, some might of thought she looked silly with her mane of hair and those tears in her eyes, tears for something she couldn't even stop, wasn't even alive for, but that was the thing about Anna. She was empathetic to a fault. Coming slowly back over to Erik, she knelt down by his side before she looked down quietly, looking at the number on his arm that signified so much for him, etched into his skin. Couldn't he remove it? Didn't he want to remove it? No... she didn't suppose she would want to either. She was sure she was probably pushing boundaries, but as more tears fell from her eyes, Anna couldn't help herself from reaching out to touch his arm. The princess's own wounded hand had been long forgotten, grazed knuckles, perhaps a slight fracture if the worst came to it, she was still human after all... but her hands shook as she clasped one around Erik's wrist lightly, the other using her fingertips to firs trace around the numbers.

    "They took everything, everything and no one stopped them quick enough. Did no one stop them? Who let them get so far? How did the world, how did your world commit to such atrocities?" Anna asked, a trail of blood from her knuckles trickling down her fingertips and smearing against the man's tattoo before she lifted her head, looking at Erik quietly as she tried to search him for more and more answers but found none, none at all. She didn't know if she could take them anyway. For the first time in a long time she felt heartbroken, completely alone and so lost that she didn't quite now what to do with herself other than to grieve, and grieve she did. She apologised again and again, for the blood, for the tears, for the things he had been through, she didn't quite now but she apologised until her voice gave out and only the crackle of the fire and the sudden eerie quiet of the jungle around them befell the pair.
     
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  8. For the most part of his little history tale Erik's eyes had been focused on the dancing of the flames, only occasionally looking up to glance into Anna's direction. His mind occupied with how to put this the right way and keeping his own intrusive memories at bay. Thus he hadn't been able to catch all of her reactions, only getting a good look at her face as he lifted up his arm and finished talking.

    Erik wasn't sure what type of reaction he had expected..but this was definitely not it.
    First he'd been greeted by hazel eyes turned wide, disbelief and shock written all over her face. So far so good. That reaction was comprehensible, she couldn't have known that such a story would hide beneath a seemingly innocent tattoo. But then..Anna stood, suddenly restless and..agitated. Striding around the campfire like a locked up lion pacing through it's cage.Her wild, puffed up hair nicely underlining the comparison. Erik silently followed her with his eyes up until she suddenly came to a halt in her tracks. And - that looked painful..
    A deep frown finding itself on his face as he watched the Princess punch a tree, not once but twice.The sound of the impact and her own muffled noises indicating just how hard she must have hit the wood. In fact she appeared to be bleeding...

    Erik was entirely taken aback by the situation. Sat in his very same spot as if frozen still while Anna started talking. Her voice fluctuating between mad as hell, basically shouting into the forest as if someone guilty would be able to hear if only she was loud enough and then..quiet, broken almost.
    She was right of course, each word that she said about the injustice and cruelty. But he didn't understand why she would be that riled up by it, that affected. After all it wasn't her past, not even her own world.

    She's crying, he realized as Anna turned around and went to kneel beside him. Crying and completely shaken. Of course being the nice functional humanbeing that he was, Erik briefly wished that he could get away. Levitate off or turn invisible (if he would've been able to do that). Anything basically.
    He really wasn't the best when it came to dealing with emotions, neither those of others nor his own. That had always been Charles job, he was the one that did what was necessary regardless of emotions.
    Charles would have known what to do now, Erik did not. Even if it hurt his pride to admit that.

    So he merely sat there, tensing up as Anna took ahold of his wrist, started tracing over his arm.
    Ironically leaving a smear of blood spread out precisely over the numbers of his tattoo. The deep red forming a stark contrast against his pale skin and the black ink.
    He could have said something about the Allies winning the war. Italy surrendering. The dictator commiting suicide, some of his own men turning against him. Japan bombed. Countries left in ruins..
    Germany split and divided amongst the winners like a piece of cake.
    But he doubted that that would help with reassuring Anna. Instead he swallowed, watching as she came apart with almost apathetic eyes.
    " It's in humanity's nature. Being gruesome and cruel. There have been countless wars and there will be countless more. Those that are weak or different suffer the most. "
    Those that cannot defend themselves. Those that are looked at in disgust. Those that do not fit in the norm.
    " It's not only the wars.
    It's the way they treat each other and the world. Humans have always feared that which they do not understand. And fear gives birth to hate. "
     
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    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    Staying by his side as the sound of her soft crying filled the night air, the princess would still let out little sounds of hatred for the world Erik had known and suffered in. The sound was almost chilling, the sound of someone mourning the lives of those she had not known, would never know and didn't even come from the same world as. It was... eerie and certainly left those who heard feeling a little melancholy at the sound too.

    Perhaps Anna was crying for all the people who couldn't. Erik hadn't so much as flinched when he spoke of the story, and his eyes weren't even misty, but she wasn't surprised... Men, at least the men she knew, didn't have time for tears or the ability to let that hurt show on the outside. This man seemed to be just like them. So maybe the princess was crying for him too, crying for all the times he couldn't, and even when Anna wiped at her eyes it seemed like they wouldn't stop, more and more falling down to her cheeks where they would race to her jaw before wobbling a little and then descending to the ground. Pit-pat, pit-pat...

    Apologising once more, she moved over to where her chest armour was propped up against the small bag she carried with her on missions like today. Dragging it back over to where she had been beside her company, Anna settled down and seemed to be grabbing ointment for her hand, distracting herself as Erik told her more and spared her the answers to the questions she probably wasn't ready for. God knows she hadn't been ready for the first bit of his history.
    "And you?" Anna didn't explain at first, she'd lifted her head suddenly and stared at the elder with a steady but tearful gaze as she spoke up once more.
    "What do you fight for? Do you protect the weak too? For all your losses, have you become like them? Stealing lives and surviving another day? Not living, not enjoying what little time you have here?"

    Her anger seemed to have turned slightly on Erik now. She didn't know why she cared so much, but she had the feeling that he saw himself as the protector of those who were weaker, different, and that meant him having done some unthinkable things in his time. And if he had, why couldn't he turn his back on that life? He was free now, something Anna envied as she felt so tied down to her family and its arrogance which had dictated her life so far. She was jealous he could have been doing so much more now- smiling... happiness, joy, love.
    "How do you teach people not to make the same mistakes of the past? Do you try and speak to them, to teach them, or do you just rid yourselves of them completely?" She'd finished seeing to her hand by now, the poor thing looking angered and painful as she bound it up.

    "Humankind makes the same mistake of following its own tail in circles, traipsing through its own mistakes again and again. And for what?" Anna knew she didn't know Erik's whole story, but she couldn't help herself from feeling so frustrated. He was the closest one in her vicinity to be fair, but the gypsy managed to keep her tone a little more levelled and less anger-fuelled now. Taking hold of his wrist once more, she poured a little of her water from her decanter out onto his arm, washing away the blood on his tattoo with her fingertips before she stared into Erik's eyes and asked;
    "Who do you fight for now, Erik? Do you repeat these mistakes or do you choose to be better?" If he didn't make use of the freedom Anna felt he had now, then he should at least be making a difference. A real difference and not just fighting new people for old reasons that didn't quite apply properly still.
     
  10. Anna was still crying and Erik still didn't know what to do. His own words had awakened that well known anger inside of him. But for now it was nothing more but a spark, his voice bitter and drenched in revulsion. He knew very well that he was symbolically balancing over a tight rope or strolling all too close to a cliff. A single misplaced step or one small nudge would be enough to send him spiralling down. Unfortunately enough that knowledge did nothing to prevent the fall.

    The princesses words hit all too close to home. Her demanding, almost accusing tone did not help with the matter. Erik was staring up at her, the tension within his muscles rising with each of her enquiring statements. And there were so many, so many questions and so much left unsaid but indicated clearly within those words. He briefly wondered whether the disdain and hate had been so obvious in his voice, that caused Anna to jump to such conclusions. Conclusion that for the most part were correct..but she was missing the main point, she didn't know the whole picture, didn't know- hadn't seen what they'd done to his people. What suffering they had endured.

    He wouldn't stand for being accused in such a way, made equal with them. And there it was that damned anger. The stumble down the cliff, the spark flaming up. Spreading through his body as if it wished to consume him alive. Erik stood. Tall in front of the campfire, the flickering shadows making his figure appear all the more looming.
    " I fight for those that are different. Those that have been ignored and looked down upon for years. Spit at and pushed around! Had all their rights taken from them, crushed like a pest. " His voice had grown louder as he spoke, turning rougher around the edges, his accent more prominent due to his emotional state. " They've experimented on us! Cut us open out of mere curiosity! Killed so many of us simply because we exist in the way that we do. It was to stop. Someone has to fight back and if no one dares, I will. " For a moment he was almost calm again, factual and dry.
    " They will never be able to accept us for what, for who we are. " Now it was his turn to start pacing around their campsite. His steps leading him away and back again, lifting an arm to point into the darkness of the jungle, as if those that he was talking about, those being classified as them, were hiding among the shadows. As if he could indicate into the direction of his wold and the humans that lived there. " They call us inhuman, something beneath them, something to be eradicated when really it's them- They are the ones that have to die for evolution to proceed. We are the next step. " Oh how often he'd had this discussion with Charles. He wouldn't understand and Erik doubted that Anna would be able to. During the end of his rant the surrounding metal had started to vibrate and Erik had to remind himself to breathe. Breathe as to not deform or crush any of their belongings. The night's air was cold in his lungs as he closed his eyes to concentrate. To calm his mind....Right.
    " Never mind. It was a bad idea to start this..discussion. "
    Anna wasn't even from his world, she had no idea what he was talking about, who he referred to when speaking of them and us. It was unnecessary and stupid to get her involved.
     
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  11. Anna Valerious

    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    So she had hit a particularly soft spot for him then, jammed her words in where Erik perhaps hadn't healed yet and never would She watched as he paced around, ironically thinking he too looked like a caged animal, but unlike the lion she resembled, the elder was a little closer to the likes of... a bear? Yes, maybe a bear, with his feelings in hibernation, locked away and kept safe with a single key she had somehow rattled during their current encounter. Anna wasn't apologetic for it though. Why should she be? That would only be an insult to the man for having opened up enough to let himself feel the anger he kept inside of himself for only god knew how long. But she continued to watch as Erik paced, as his voice raised and he angrily defended all he had done and all he would still do in order to keep the people like him safe.

    People like him.

    Yes, Anna was beginning to get a clearer picture of what that entailed. The princess hadn't stood from her spot though, instead she glanced around at the way the whole jungle just seemed to come to life in an entirely different way now. Everything seemed to... bristle, parts of the ground feeling like it was moving and threatening to close in on her if she made the wrong move or said something Erik might not like. Well, something else. She seemed to have no problem in getting him riled up like this. At least Anna had finally stopped crying, instead wiping at her eyelids before she stood up and walked over to the man, probably closer than she should have been but she couldn't help herself, and she wasn't afraid of him. Why should she be? She recognise someone inside of him, hurting, alone but perhaps only after he'd pushed more people away.

    "Who is this 'they' that you have your heart so set on destroying? People not like you?" She gestured vaguely to their surroundings and how he had made it feel less than normal so quickly. He might not have shown Anna exactly what he could do, but the bar and this... things were adding up and she wasn't stupid, she saw the signs of someone more powerful than herself, different. Pandora and Transylvania had taught her to do as much in order to survive.
    "People without your gifts?" Gifts. That's what they had to be, right? With their own burdens sure, she had no doubt, but everyone had those, but they were gifted and would do the world a lot of good if they rose above those who subjugated them out of fear and untamed fear.

    "I am one of them. I don't possess anything else, I am normal, plainly and painfully so. But I don't fear you. And if you try and tell me its because I haven't seen you kill, you're not the first nor last man to kill. I've seen enough to no longer be upset at night any more." The gypsy raised her hand to show that she was definitely human, blotches of pink-red on her bandages as she made a point of how aligned she seemed to be with these people Erik hated so much.
    "Will you kill me too, Erik? I've not harmed you or your 'kind' as far as I'm aware. But I might, some day, in a fight to defend someone or save my own life. Is everything so black and white to you? How do you take the lives of those following orders too?"

    She refused to let him close this now. Maybe he would get mad, maybe he would even do her harm, but as the jungle around them seemed to still and hold its breath, it watched and waited the man and woman, waiting to see what would become of them.
    "What if you become like them, Erik? The people you hate so much. What if you're already like them?" It wasn't as accusing any more, her tone or the look in her eyes. It was instead... worried. Perhaps surprisingly so, as Anna had no need to car for this man, but some part of her that was growing couldn't stand the idea of him going down the same path of those he declared such putrid hatred for. Staring up at him still, Anna's as searched and searched hard for those answers he was so reluctant to be giving her. She'd get them one way or another. And if she could, she'd keep her stubbornness by her side and prevent this man where she could from becoming the thing he hated the most.

    Erik deserved better than that, didn't he?
     
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  12. Surprise, surprise. Anna wasn't ready to let go of the discussion yet, who would have guessed?
    Instead Erik found himself facing the Princess, she'd stepped up close to him and though at least a head smaller she still managed to look imposing. Her eyes were still a little wet from the earlier crying but she obviously didn't allow that to bother her, staring up at him with all her fiery passion. Great. So she's stubborn? Well so is he.

    "I'm not-" like them..would she believe him? Did it matter? He didn't have to justify himself in front of her. She didn't know the men that he was referring to, hadn't seen what they could do, what they had done and would continue with if they weren't stopped. Their actions and themselves put to an end. Neither did she know of those things that he himself had done in the name of the mutants..and in the name of revenge. Yes, the comment stung, even more so because of the honestly concerned tone in her voice but Erik wasn't about to start a yes-no shouting contest.

    "Those that follow orders are almost as bad as those that command them. Because without those men their reign wouldn't be possible. " She wants to argue about this? Who is he to decline the will of a Princess. Erik had calmed down quite a bit, his words now more rational than angered but there was no doubt that all of this meant a lot to him. That he was talking with a cold-hearted dedication. He wasn't going to hide that fact, would never even dream about doing so.
    " The conflict is similar to a war. Now you can argue all day and night whether there are any innocents in wars but regardless of your opinion, civilians die. No one wants to hear it but there cannot be wars without victims. It may not be nice but that is how it is. Someone has to fight back and if no one else will, I will. "

    Why even was she this fervent and concerned about all of this? They hardly knew each other, sure they got along well (really well for Erik's standards but that didn't have to mean anything) but would she really get involved that quickly? It wasn't her time nor her world. Yes, okay he had no doubt that such conflicts occurred in basically every universe out there but why should she care whether he played a part in it or not? There were so many men and women committing atrocious acts in the name of one or another cause. Why did he matter.
    "I'm sorry Anna, you won't be able to change my mind. " God knows others have tried countless times and failed.
    " And frankly, this is pointless. You do not know the things that I have done, neither do you know the circumstances of my world. You have no right to compare me to those men. "
     
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  13. Anna Valerious

    Anna Valerious Van Helsing

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    Those that follow orders? Anna looked at the man as she shook her head in an almost violent manner, thinking he sounded like so many others that thought they could be rid of a problem but acting as he did. People who followed orders were often frightened, terrified for their own lives or those their families and friends, probably threatened if they didn't agree to do as they were told. But weren't they the little guy too?
    "What about their families? Their loved ones? If they refuse to follow orders they'll be taken away, if they do follow order then they'll have you going for them when they're just doing what they have to to survive." She knew what she was talking about, she was the leader of people, poor, simple people who still followed her orders and tried their best to survive and to keep their princess safe too.

    "Why must it be you? Why must you be the one to fight?" Anna asked, frowning up at Erik as she searched his face for more answers she couldn't seem to keep a grip on.
    "Why is it you who has to do these things? Because you have what? Gifts? Some kind of power? You're going to regret it, Erik. You're going to... you-." But he was right, she had no right to judge his life and the things he insisted on doing as she had not known the kind of world he had come from. But it didn't mean that that fight inside of her had quelled or disappeared, neither did the way she looked at Erik in such a desperate fashion.

    Turning her back on him she stalked around the other aside of the fire, brushing her hands over her face before she shook her head just once more, letting out a small sound of frustration in return. Plopping herself down by the fire, she glanced at her hand once more before she tiredly let it rest by her side, figuring she'd probably sort it out a little later. What she needed to do now was to calm down like Erik had, and to possibly apologise, which she did so quietly, lifting her head and glancing at the man as she did so.
    "I'm sorry... I can't imagine what you've been through or you to result in this kind of mindset. And I'm sorry you feel you have to be the one to do something, it mustn't be easy doing that all alone too."

    She met his gaze then in the hopes of him seeing how genuine she was being, giving him a small smile before she had nudged around the logs on the fire. There was no point in arguing with Erik, her eyes on the fire now whilst she enjoyed the warmth, letting it make the pain in her hand ebb away that little bit more.
    "Please, don't go. Not yet." Anna asked, pleaded even as she watched the man from her little perch there on the ground.