RP:A Pointed Interrogation

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Misaki is standing on the edge of the cliff, watching the stars. In her hand, she held darkly shining bolt of black metal. She was frowning slightly. In the starlight, Misaki's pale skin and white wings seemed to glow softly. Though that might be her ability, as well... because her emotions raged to the point she was unconsciously using it.

Mythayus walks up to Misaki, Still bandaged up, "copper for you thoughts..."

Misaki tilts her head, her eyes still looking up at the stars. "...I know you," she said quietly, "you wouldn't voluntarily poison someone... or even lock them in another realm..." she turned her face to him. "...unless you were forced to." She frowned a little. "...so," she said, "who was it?"

Mythayus said to Misaki, "Am i not, a dragon. An Evil creature by nature, is it so hard to believe i wouldnt do it..." he sighed not wanting this conversation to happen"

Misaki raised her hand and slapped Myth across the face. "I don't believe that," she snapped, "and neither should you." She grabbed her bolt, running her finger along the tip, "do we really have to go through this again?" she asked.

Mythayus took a step back, "But it is the truth. or do you know nothing of dragons." His eyes focused on the bolt.

Misaki took a step forward. "Buddy wasn't evil," she said, "and neither are you." She grabbed the front of Myth's shirt, pulling him in close. A 5 foot 4 avian picking on a 6 foot human... this was quite the interesting sight. "You'd better tell me," she said, "this'll hurt me more than it does you."

Mythayus sighed, "then why do something that is only going to hurt you." He braced himself for pain.

Misaki narrowed her eyes. "...because I believe that nothing can be gained without a little pain," she said, raising the bolt. Too bad she didn't have Satoru here. This would be a little more... effective. But the tip of the bolt plunged into Myth's shoulder, sticking out through his back. And to make it worse, Misaki pushed Myth away from her hard enough that the bolt would stick him to the nearby tree. Misaki was already arming herself with another bolt. "So tell me," she said, "Who put you up to poisoning Chakor?"

Mythayus winced, "I did it, ... He needed to pay for his crimes." Liquid started to form under his eyes.

Misaki frowned a little, rubbing the bolt with her finger. "...I doubt that," she said, "you told me you wouldn't touch him." She thought a moment. "Paying for his crimes... now that I think about it, there was one other person who wanted to hurt him..." Mythayus prepared himself for other strike. "I did it and the thought and action was my own." he gritted his teeth.

Misaki shoook her head, taking a few steps so she was right in front of him. "...You really don't trust me, do you," she said. Not a question, a statement. Without so much as a though, she lifted the dragon's left hand and plunged the bolt deep into it, pinning it to the tree next to him. Being careful yo reopen the wound on his hand.

Mythayus cried out in pain. "I trust you" he gritted his teeth.

Misaki shook her head, pulling another bolt out of her quiver. "Then tell me," she said, lifting his other hand, "who put you up to it?"

Mythayus looked downed, "i cant."

Misaki narrowed her eyes. "...why?" she asked, "Who is it that you're so afraid of?"

Mythayus shakes his head "i'm not afraid." he paused, "i'm not afraid..."

Misaki placed his hand on the tree, gritting her teeth. "Then tell me who it is," she said, tracing the tip of the bolt around the wound on his hand, "Who is it?"

Mythayus closed his eyes, "al..." he mumbled under his breath.

Misaki froze. "...Al..." she said, her hand tightening around the bolt, "I shoulda figured..." she lowered the bolt, taking a deep breath. "...you see, now?" she asked Myth, "Svilfon was right." She reached up and yanked the bolt from his shoulder. "...thank you for telling me," she said to Myth, "perhaps next time I won't have to resort to... such means."

Mythayus cried in pain, he fell to his knees, yanking the bolt from his left hand.

Misaki takes a deep breath. Her hands were shaking, and she turned away. "...I'm sorry," she said, ruffling through her bag for bandages.

Mythayus offered her a smile that quickly faded as he panted. "It's okay, I deserved it."

Misaki tossed him a roll of bandages. She wouldn't look at him. "....well," she said, "I guess I get to go hunt Al down and get the antidote from him. Even if I have to pry it from his cold, dead hand."

Mythayus sighed, "do as you will but be careful...." mythayus collasped, from blood loss.

Misaki turned around in shock when she heard Myth's body fall to the ground. She ran over to hip, scooping up the bandages from the ground. She immediatly bound his hand, then after careful consideration... her hand started to glow as she started to heal his shoulder. Scars on the hands were ok. Disfiguring scars on the shoulders... not so much.

Mythayus 's breathing was heavy, he had no color in his face. He had lost alot of blood yesterday and then more today it was to much, the man.

Misaki bit her lip. "...Myth," she said, pulling him back to the tree and leaning him against it. Because a 5 foot 4 avian can totally pull a sturdy dragon-turned-human who's 6 feet. She frowned, gazing over his face. She didn't have the ability to help with blood loss... but... she wrapped her arms around Myth. "...please," she whispered, "don't die..." Her body started to glow as her emotions got the better of her and her power activated. Started to heal his hands.

Mythayus 's eyes flutter open, his vision blurred. He brought his left hand up and crested her cheek.

Misaki closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. "...I'm sorry," she said, gritting her teeth. A large gash suddenly appeared on her arm. Myth would feel blood welling up in his body slowly as Misaki started to overuse her power... and give him some of her own blood.

Mythayus smiled, "Not your fault, the fault was my own."

Misaki hakes her head, her power dying. Myth would be able to move at least. "...I'm still gonna kill Al when I find him," she muttered, "I -told- him to leave Chakor alone."

Mythayus closed his eyes, "This will all be over once the cure is gotten. Rest now Misaki. you need your engery.."

Misaki sighed. "You first," she said, "psycological and physical torture can be a doozy to recover from." Even if you did get healed.

Mythayus offered a smile, "How about we go together?" he laughed weakly.

Misaki chuckles softly. "...sure," she said, already half-out. For some reason, she found falling asleep onto top of Myth more comfortable than any bed.

Mythayus smiled and slow lost his fight with sleep.