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Post by guy on Feb 24, 2010 21:29:19 GMT -5
"Ah, well my current symbiont is a young dragon who's about fourteen years old. I'm still figuring out how to keep her emotions out of my mind and known only at a subconscious level. My former symbiont was a man from a place called England. His name was Guido Fawkes. I never met the man, but he seemed a decent sort of fellow. I knew all of his thoughts, emotions, joys, pains, and everything that had ever happened to him. He was sent to fight in a place called Spain, but he decided to fight with the Spanish because he would rather fight against other Englishmen than against his fellow Roman Catholics. That was his religious group. He gained the reputation of a brave warrior. He met up with an old friend and returned to England disguised as a servant by the name of John Johnson. There some of his other friends and he plotted to blow up the government building and group called Parliament as well as the king and most of the royal family because they were angry that the king had broken his promise of religious freedom. I have trouble understanding exactly why he did this, even though I know his thoughts, it seems so different from how he was as a caring and loving older brother to his younger sisters. The night before the assassination attempted, British soldiers found him next to the thirty-six barrels of gunpowder that were to be lit to destroy Parliament. He was arrested and take to the king. An anonymous letter had been sent to a government official warning him to stay away from Parliament on November 5, 1605. He had taken it to the Head of State Robert Cecil. So my symbiont Mr, Fawkes was arrested and interrogated. He admitted to attempting to blow up Parliament on the morning of November 5th but didn't implicate his friends. Cecil had spies everywhere and already had a good idea of where to look for the other conspirators and who they might be. The others fled attempting to kidnap the princess and start an uprising. After three days of intense torture to my symbiont, which had the same affect on me as it did him, he told them who the others were. Some were killed in a fight, and the others were arrested. They were imprisoned and tortured. One did of unknown causes. The trial happened and then they were executed, even a young man who hadn't really done anything wrong but was with his brothers when the soldiers came to make the arrest. He too was executed. How they executed traitors in England was that they would hang them by the neck but not let them die. They would cut them down, draw and quarter them, cut out their entrails and burn all of their organs, and then finally chop of their heads. My symbiont jumped off of the scaffolding and broke his neck. If it weren't for Suir becoming my new symbiont, I would have died when he did. In fact, I've already technically been dead once, but apparently I was still sort of alive in a weird sort of way because I'm still here." Thus Guido finished his long tale about his former symbiont Guido Fawkes of England. "He looked more or less like me, but I think his eyes were brown, and his clothing was different. We share the same name, appearances, and have similar personalities. It is rather odd being able to know everything about a person I've never met. I wonder if he could sense and feel my presence, emotions, pains, joys, thoughts, and I wonder if what happens to me ever affected him...."
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Post by Runa on Feb 24, 2010 23:57:53 GMT -5
Runa listened silently, her eyes focusing on the dancing flames infront of her. His voice... like back ground music with all the strange names and events. Though.. events were not strange. Tourture is tourture. Plots are plots. Execution is execution. It is the same no matter where one goes. One can go to the end of the world and back, and be executed all the same. As she found out, the process does not matter, it is the result that counts.
"So, here's a question. How in the world did you end up getting tied to these two? I mean, normally, people don't get just connected to someone in a parallel world, nor in this world. How did you? Gypsy curse, or what?" She didn't ask about history or this other, or his near death experiences. She was more curious in the technical questions.
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Post by guy on Feb 25, 2010 0:03:26 GMT -5
"One word: Waefae," he hissed. "I was trying to bring back my dead sister, but he bound me to Mr. Fawkes instead and all of this in exchange for my soul." He looked at the fire and continued. "I'd love to see that wizard suffer for what he did to my family." He hated Waefae, even though he knew he shouldn't. He still wanted revenge.
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Post by Runa on Feb 25, 2010 17:30:58 GMT -5
She nodded. "Yea... sounds like him..." Runa smiled faintly. "Soul... what would he want to do with your soul..." She mused, more to herself then Guido. She didn't mind the wizard. He wasn't that bad when he wasn't doing any of his typical stupid things. Then again, that did sound like one of his things.
"Did you feel everything that was done to the Fawkes guy? ... and how did it feel?" She was curious. But, could one blame her? She was raised with that. Tourture was second nature... and thus, she was curious what others felt, for she knew exactly how most tourtures felt.
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Post by guy on Feb 25, 2010 18:14:15 GMT -5
"Down to the last person who bumped into him in market places," Guido said. "The torture was not of a magical kind, and it was more painful than anything I'd ever felt before. First they just beat him up. Then they tried a whip. When they didn't work, they hanged him by his hands from iron manacles that cut into his skin. He still wouldn't talk so they put him on the rack. The rack is the strange looking device with chains on it. They tighten the chains and it pulls on your limbs. The pain is excruciating. You're lucky if your limbs aren't disjointed, pull out of their sockets, or broke. I showed all of the signs of the torture he went through. My body felt like it was on fire, and I wanted to die. Having your neck broke is also very painful. You can't breath, and suffocating was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Having your flesh torn away by whips is no fun either. If I'd died before he did, I wonder if he would have died.... or did Waefae do it in such a way so that I would be the only one who suffered from the symbiotic relationship? It would be a very odd symbiotic relationship if he dint' know about me, but his thoughts never seemed to go to anything strange from my past or wonder what the presence in his mind was. Perhaps the symbiont was just another form of psychological torture Waefae used to make sure that I would work for him, just like taking my soul from me..."
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Post by Runa on Feb 25, 2010 22:22:30 GMT -5
Runa smiled. Oh, indeed that would be tourture. But, not smart of the Wizard if he wanted the person to work for him. Then again, it could be... everything has two sides. The person may be broken, and wish the tourture to stop, willing to go to any lengths... but at the same time, it may cause the person to backfire, and become angered and try to do everything to get rid of the threat.
"Funny how for a soul-less person, you seem to have quite a bit of it."Runa smiled as her eyes flickered to her companion. "So... basically, he underwhent tourture for the information, and from what it sounds, sounds pretty brutal... and you echoed every hit and whip...intersting... "She paused, looking at him. "What crossed your minds?"
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Post by guy on Feb 26, 2010 0:17:54 GMT -5
"Well, he no longer has my soul. What crossed my mind were flashbacks to the day I lost my family. What was going through his head were attempts to block the pain, realizing that he and his friends would all be dead, the pain of finding out several life long friends had already died in a fight with soldiers, and how his family would most likely suffer for his actions. I felt all of that compounded with my own struggles concerning my actions and the deaths of my family." Guido looked down at the necklace and watched how the sapphire reflected the fire light. "During the flashbacks I started to call out to my sister Leana. I thought she was there, but it was a hallucination, and that was worse than any of the other tortures because I had to watch her die over and over again."
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Post by Runa on Mar 1, 2010 18:18:37 GMT -5
"Then here's a dumb question that comes to mind. If he knew that there was a chance that he'll be caught.... why didn't he either think this better, and spare his family the tourture, or have a back up plan that would involve suicide or something.... or third option. Be smarter and no do it at all?" Runa shruged. To her it seemed quite obvious, that if you want to protect someone, and you are not sure if you will be able to get everything 100% right... why start it. Who cares about the person paying, but what did his family and friends do to earn the punishment as well?
"Over and over? Was she brought back and then killed?" Runa asked curiously, not quite unterdstanding the connection.
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Post by guy on Mar 1, 2010 18:57:40 GMT -5
"They didn't want to think that it would fail. If it hadn't been for the mysterious letter, they probably would have succeeded. Guido did try to escape, and in the end he did kill himself, but that was in the process of being executed. He jumped off of the scaffolding and broke his neck. When men are desperate and tired of being persecuted for holding different beliefs from other people they fight back regardless of if it's a lost cause. His friends who were killed in the shoot out had been the ones to bring him into the plot. They paid for their crimes, as for the families, the king wanted leniency for the women and children, but Robert Cecil refused to allow that to happen. No one really knows what happened to them after the failed assassination attempt. They don't tend to think about all of the ramifications until they are caught. It's like cornering a wild animal. You have to completely kill it to make it stop trying to escape. As for my sister, no she wasn't brought back and killed again repeatedly. Have you ever had a traumatic experience happen to you that you wanted to forget but couldn't, and then it haunts you for the rest of your life, playing out over and over again in front of you? That's what I meant by it. Even when I am feeling fine, my sister's death haunts me in my dreams. It was triggered during the torture and death by his emotions. I thought Leana had some how come back and that I was loosing her again, but when under a lot of stress the mind tricks you. She was merely a hallucination."
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Post by Runa on Mar 8, 2010 23:28:39 GMT -5
Runa shrugged. "I'm sure the families were killed. The rullers don't like having any relations to those who went against them. It may cause... pottential uprisings. Which is the same reason why when there is an uprising and the king is taken down, his whole family is executed, so people won't get ideas." Life is life. Those in power always do anything they can to keep in power.
"Ahh.. the good old hallusinations of a twisted and broken mind. Those are always fun." Runa sighed with a content smile. Been there, done that. "Quit holding on to it. You'll go insane. Then again, it would be fun... but I won't be there to see it..."
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Post by guy on Mar 9, 2010 16:28:45 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Killing innocent civilians would have probably caused more problems in this case than solve any, however you may be right. It would make sense to kill them. If they did, it would most likely have been without the king's approval because he wanted to leave the families alone so that he wouldn't give the people a reason to wish for more revolution. Besides, if the government didn't kill them, it's quite possible that some one outside of the government did it. As for hallucinations, you have a strange idea of fun. But we've discussed that already. I don't usually get them, and when I do, it's usually when I am slipping in and out of consciousness," Guido said as he continued to stare at the fire.
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Post by Runa on Mar 11, 2010 0:14:50 GMT -5
"Killing civilians openly... is suicide. Have them disappear in the night, and have a legend spread that grief strucken family moved away to start anew. That, is politics." Runa laughed shaking her head. "That... my friend is a smart move..... seems as if you've got a long way to learn about life."
"Darling, live my life... and you'd think funny as well. If you don't loose your mind with in the first 100 years, then you'll have my salute." Runa echoed grimly. Tourture... the little, almost insignificant technique that can leave a lifetime of harm behind it... even once it's gone. Scars never leave. Killing people, doesn't help the case either.
"What was she like?" She asked curiously.
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Post by guy on Mar 11, 2010 16:59:24 GMT -5
"Leana was a happy young woman who died at far to young an age. She was around sixteen or seventeen when she died. She had a kind and loving heart and thought well of most people until proven wrong. She was an eternal optimist. she loved to read, write, draw, and tell stories. We used to go on adventures together. We'd sit out in the grass and read books to each other from our father's large and magical library. We'd watch the stars come out and tell each other stories. She'd always ask me about my journeys to far away lands. She was curious and loved to learn about new places, ideas, and cultures. Leana could be serene, but she also had a wild side to her. Her flaming read hair fit her personality perfectly, warm one minute, dangerous the next. When she was in a good mood nothing could go wrong, but when angered, you didn't want to be the one she was angry with. A usually gentle spirited person, but a good fighter. She usually had a good handle on her temper, but it was explosive when she was provoked. Leana loved to ride horses when in her human form, but she loved to fly even more. She loved nature, animals, and people. I think you two would have either gotten along or would have tried to kill each other. I'm not quite sure. She would probably like you, or at least be nice to you. You.... I don't see you getting along with an eternal optimist very well..." his voiced trailed off as he looked up at Runa, a faint smile on his lips and a distant look in his eyes that was neither happy nor sad, rather contemplative as he walked down the pathways of his mind.
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Post by Runa on Mar 12, 2010 22:17:40 GMT -5
"I never did good with optimists, nor did they do good with me." Runa shook her head. Her own lips stretching into an amuzed smile as she remembered the last time some absurd cheery optimist attempted to change her grim perspective of the world. "She'd hate me." She came to the conlusion after a few moments of rememberence.
"Sounds... like an interesting... girl... "Runa managed to make an attempt to be sympathetic. Sympathy wasn't her strong point. " But, I must say.... All women are like that. Sweet and gentle one moment...frying pan ready at hand the next. And if someone should be an idiot enough to cross her path, he will be knocked out of the way as by force of a hurricane." She smiled with a chuckle.
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Post by guy on Mar 14, 2010 18:21:04 GMT -5
"The frying pan part is accurate, although that one wasn't my sister. A friend of mine tried to get me to court a woman who hated dragons. When she found out I was a dragon, she hit me with a frying pan. I had a headache for about a week after that... and then almost set my friend's hat shop on fire..." Guido said and chuckled at the memory. "He's always trying to push some one into my life, but he never stops to wonder if they can handle the emotional baggage that comes with me, or if they even like dragons..."
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