Cag nodded at the female, chuckling. "I am simply a nice guy like that I suppose. I try to help others out whenever and where ever I can, as long as they don't go messing with my nature to much." He shrugged at the last part of that comment and crossed his arms leaning against a wall. He looked the girl over, chewing upon the side of his left cheek. She had spoken of not remembering who she was or where or what she was doing. He wondered about that.
"You say you have no memory what so ever. Besides living inside that jungle. Why would you have no memory? A punishment maybe? A curse? Or maybe it is a blessing? Maybe you are not suppose to remember, such as you use to do horrific things. An assassin maybe, or murderer. Guess I should say murderess in this case. I am very curious now, and perhaps we can find a reason at least as to why your memory is gone or it had been stripped from you."
Post by Ciriel Avalon on Apr 4, 2013 15:44:21 GMT -5
"I doubt I could have been a murderer. I honestly just can't see myself having ever been like that." Ciriel frowned, knowing that in cases she was too timid to be such a person. True she did awaken in this word with a weapon strapped to her back, but never before had she drawn it, even to defend herself. Violence just never seemed to be the right way to solve things, even though it in itself was common within nature. To the girl though, 'survival of the fittest' didn't have to mean killing whatever was after you.
"How do you think I can figure out who or what I was? I haven't started to think much about it until lately, to figure out what I was put on this world to do. Living without a purpose has been beginning to bother me, and the fact that my abilities are related to the flora of this place has also gained my curiousity. The sooner I learn what I was, the sooner I can decide what to do with myself." Ciriel added. She figured if anyone could help her find things out, it would be this person, especially with the apparent power that he possessed.
Crossing his arms and gripping his own biceps the male looked upon the female with a half smirk upon his face. She wished to know who she was. A person needed to know who they where, however most didnt mystically forget their pasts. This was a chance for the girl to figure something out. Whether who she was, or who she wanted to be was more important. A very interesting situation with extremely interesting results nosy yet which direction the quest to find herself took. Was she really the little angelic tree hugger she appeared to be? Or was she something? Or perhaps even less?
The male released his left hand from his bicep and waved it around slowly. "I know of a person. A person who specializes in an art most make fun of yet it clearly works well. Hypnosis is actually quite effective just not in the way people seem to think it is."
Post by Ciriel Avalon on May 4, 2013 22:49:27 GMT -5
Ciriel cocked her head to the side, a bit skeptical. It sounded like someone who specialized in toying with one's mind. The concept of mind magic was a bit unusual, and girl certainly had her doubts about how effective such a treatment would prove to be. Yet at this point she would have to at least try and take his offer, as any possibly solution could yield the information that she was looking for, especially with something so important to her.
Straightening back up, the girl nodded. "I suppose I could give it a try. I have nothing to lose after all, and I need to take any chance I can at having this cloud over my past lifted. When would I be able to seek out this friend of yours for assistance?" the girl questioned. The procedure that he had hinted to could wait for a little while though, as she still had yet to examine the rest of the building that she had been offered to call her home. The potential to have something to eat was also present on her mind, as her diet had been rather minimal over the past few days, with little variety to sustain the angel.
Ca'guuror chuckled and nodded. "Alright then. We can go later today. He owes me and will always make time for me and anybody I bring. In the mean time I bet your famished arn't you? The prospect of food, that isn't wild caught and roasted over a fire is a rather tempting prospect." He chuckled and turned from her walking through the hallways of his home to the kitchen. He walked around the island in the center of the kitchen and opened the door to his walk in pantry and looked around. He grabbed several things and walked back out of the pantry and set the stuff upon the counter. Opening the fridge he grabbed out some turkey and placed it upon the counter.
Chuckling he began to make together two triple layer turkey sandwiches upon some whole wheat bread. He spread mayonnaise upon the bread them some mustard. Next he sliced up several pieces of tomato and laid them upon the bread. Next nice crisp lettuce and several layers of thick moist turkey. Pressing the two separate layers where then pressed together and cut in half and placed upon two separate plates. Picking both up he presents one to her.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on May 5, 2013 22:31:04 GMT -5
"I suppose, I am curious to see how others eat, as I only know what I've experienced. Which I suppose is exactly that." the naive girl replied, following her host to the kitchen, her feet leaving the ground every so often as her wings fluttered behind her. The freedom of being out in the open, in the presence of another and without being cramped in the wilderness was a valuable prospect for the uncomfortable appendages, one that she hoped the man wouldn't mind too much.
Stepping into the kitchen, watched from the other side of the counter as the man prepared their meal, pulling forth a number of strange foreign objects that appeared to be edible. All she knew were fresh fruits and raw meats, so the idea of things like bread and mustard were new to her. Even the turkey slices he garnished the bread with were unknown to the girl, for they were processed to the point that they were strange in appearance.
Finally as he finished and offered her one of the plates, she took it with thanks, before bringing it to the table. It took her a bit of time before she began to eat the sandwich, wanting to examine everything that had gone into the meal, like a child examining a book for the first time. She poked and sniffed every portion of the sandwich before her curiousity was satisfied, and the girl finally took her first bite of her first ever sandwich.
The male didn't mind wings in the slightest bit. Being a shapeshifter, and having the ability to fly as well he could produce wings whenever he wanted. He also had known plenty of angels and daemons who had wings and they all said the same thing. Cramped wings was extremely annoying and having to hide them was ever a cumbersome and weary chore. Here in his home, the male didn't mind people being who they truly where. As long as his home didn't get destroyed in some fit of "true" rage or anger.
Sitting across from her at the tiny table (actually just a small one for his personal use when he didn't have a large group of people, for there was a huge wooden one in the dining room for such instances) he watched the female poke and sniff the food and he coughed slightly and looked down picking up his own sandwich to mask a enormous grin as he took a huge bite then chomped away at it and lifted his golden orbs back to the female and watched her in silence.
Taking another enormous bite from his sandwich the male began to masticate it thoroughly and swallowed hard. He continued to watch the amnesia plagued femme across from his as he chewed, wondering what exact it was he could do for her. He highly doubted the hypnotist would help, it was really just a play for time as he thought of something. He could try reading her mind, but he wasn't going to simply come out and ask that. A rather presumptuous question, especially coming from some male she didn't really know. Better to build up to the question.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on May 25, 2013 10:05:29 GMT -5
Ciriel couldn't help but feel that she was being watched as she had began to examine her sandwich. And as she looked up after taking her first bite of the strange food, she realized that her hunch had been correct, her host watching in silence as he ate his own meal. Perhaps her behaviour in the presece of the new food was a little strange, for someone who was used to such things.
"Sorry...I've never seen anything like this before." the girl explained, grinning in embarrassment as she set down her sandwich for a moment to talk. "I'm not used to this kind of food, only what I found when I was back in the wilderness, such as fruits and wild animals." The latter was rarely ever consumed, her diet having been mostly consistent of what the plant life could provide for her. The need to consume flesh was not as prominent, but her body did need the protein from meat, and so she did feast on wild animals every now and then. But the food item on her plate turned out to be a much simpler and less messy pleasure than what she was used to. No peeling, deboning, or any other kind of preparation was needed prior to consumption. Fascinating...
The male shook his head and continued to eat the sandwich. It only took him several more bites to finish it off and he pushed the plate away and continued to watch the female angel across from him. She seemed fascinated by the smallest things, yet if se was goon to survive in this 'new' world to her she was going to have to learn to cope with all this stuff. There where plenty out there who would kill the girl for simply being different, for being an angel. Hunters and daemons who enjoyed taking pleasure in the torture and murder of sweet innocent young females like she. He was curious about the weapon she had though, it seems to be important and the only thing she had of her past life.
With a wave of her hand he lifted the metal weapon from her back using his favorite power to control metal and brought it across the table. He grabbed the weapon from the air and laid it upon the table as he slowly began inspecting the metal. He ran his fingers along the metal, inspecting the sword in every tiny detail. It was an exceptionally well made blade. The metal strong and well tempered, the handle well crafted.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on May 27, 2013 0:20:48 GMT -5
Polishing off the sandwich as her thoughts of hunger exceeded her own curiousity, her eyes caught a slight glimmer of movement. She rose her head, blinking as she watched what appeared to be her sword hovering away from her and toward her host, who plucked it out of the air with ease. It took her a few moments to register what he had done, never before having seen such manipulation. Then again she could teleport around and grow plants, leading her to believe that there would be many others like them with such gifts.
"What are you doing?" Ciriel questioned, pushing her plate away before she got up out of her seat to circle around the table, and peer over his shoulder as he examined her sword with her hands clasped quietly behind her back. It had been the only possession that she had with her earliest in tact memories, and so the weapon had held much significance to the girl. Not that she could remember where she got it from or why she had it. The angel had never even used it in combat as far as she knew, though the need to fend for herself had yet to come up.
The deity continued examining the weapon and nodded to himself as she stepped up behind him and leaned close asking him what he was doing. "I am examining your weapon. Aside from hypnotizing you it is the only lead we have to the old you. It is an extremely unique weapon after all. The way the metal is seamlessly folded, with not marks from a hammer or heat from forging. It almost looks as if a god or goddess crafted this weapon. However I know Forgery isn't one for crafting weapons. I am not entirely sure about Varos however. There are also no telling marks or symbols upon the weapon. Most smiths would have applied their own personal mark upon such a weapon, especially one as magnificent and well crafted as this."
He stood up and extended the weapon on his hands hefting the weight. Taking several steps away from the table and female he spun the weapon several times before falling in to a stance and flowing through several more like water cascading over many rocks, both graceful and flowing Like water and powerful like the force that shapes the entire planet. Having finished the stances he stopped and smiled. He held the weapon back out to the female smiling. "As I said, a magnificent weapon and almost perfectly crafted."
Post by Ciriel Avalon on May 29, 2013 16:04:19 GMT -5
Ciriel scratched her head as she listened to her host explain how he could not identify the creator of the sword, neither of the names he had mentioned ringing any sort of bell for the girl. She wondered if perhaps a particular key word or name would have an effect on how well she recovered her memory, but it seemed that for the time being, neither name would have any effect on her.
"I suppose that makes sense, considering that's the only possession I've ever really had, apart from the clothes on my back." the girl explained, watching as he swung the sword about with such grace, as if he knew every intentional move that he would make with the blade, and as if it followed his every command. Perfect harmony in a sense, one that the girl had never seen or experienced before.
"Where do you think we could find more information on the weapon? If such knowledge is out there." the girl questioned, carefully taking back the weapon as it was offered to her, placing it back into its sheath. Even the housing of the sword was rather ornate, crafted out of rich black leather, without a single score or mark to blemish its extremities.
Ca'guuror shrugged as he picked up the plates and set them in the sink. "Beats me, I make my own weapons as always have. That doesn't mean I know anything about weapons outside of those I have made however. Nor do I know any blacksmiths to tell us about that weapon." Wiping his hands upon his pants he walked back to her.
"So for right now our best shot is the hypnosis. You ready to go see this guy?" He extended a hand to help her to her feet.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on Jun 30, 2013 12:29:33 GMT -5
"If that is the best lead, then I am ready." the girl replied, watching as he moved from the table to the sink, taking the plates that their food had been set upon before moving back to her side, offering her his hand. The petite girl took his hand before standing upright, pushing her chair back into the table after having moved out of its way. She was about to ask how long the trip would take, but recalling his ability to seemingly conjure them to their destination, she already figured that the answer would be rather obvious.
"Hopefully we can get some answers. Its bothersome to have something so intimate be lost to the mind so easily." the angel noted with a small frown. If they couldn't find out anything about who she had been, then at the least they could perhaps figure out what had happened for her to lose her memory in the first place, and maybe even work backwards from there.
The god chuckled and nodded. "Alright, well lets get going. We can just walk down the mountain to town and talk to my friend. You should leave your sword though...I know you don't want to but it will be safe here and it will be better in town that way." He smiled at the female angel and walked away to a desk in another room.
Opening the draw he paused looking a a picture and sighed. He flipped it over and withdrew a sheet of paper. Folding it up he slipped the paper inside a pocket with in his black leather vest. Then he closed the draw and walked to the front door. He opened one huge wooden door and waited for the girl there.
