a begining (omio)

[Silvarn]

"A beautiful day, is it not, Francis?" Gossrir asked his servant.

"Indeed, my lord. Made all the more glorious because it is the herald for an even more beautiful day. Though, I imagine, I am not nearly as excited as you."

"I doubt that Francis. I believe you and I are equally excited. I do not want to sleep. Oh, that I learned that dance of timeshifting form that shaman before he passed. He was on his last legs when I met him, which was ironic, since he had none."

"Hold, Ra--Gossrir. I think I hear something." Francis held an arm out to stop his fat friend. The dark man swathed in sky blue crept toward a small house with a sign of a green cross hanging above the door. Gossrir could now hear the weeping from within.

"Has someone...?" he made to ask, but Francis silenced him with a swift shake of his hand.

"Omio?! Omio! Are you OK? Why are you crying? If you are crying for me please don't; I'll be OK. I heal fast. Please everything will be OK. Please don't dry Omio,"

"That voice...Lyndi?" Gossrir whispered through his liberal amounts of saliva.

Francis turned back to face his master and answer his question with a nod of his dark head.

"Then that is Omio crying?" Gossrir asked softly, disbelief heaving and evident in his voice. Francis answered this with a nod as well. "Then we should not interrupt this heartfelt moment. Besides, I am not presentable for company. I have lose approximately two hundred pounds and gain about a foot in height. Though, perhaps I should simply throw caution to the winds and present my presentable self to them."

"And what of the healer?" Francis challenged.

"He does not know either face; neither Raven's nor Gossrir's. Let us greet our friends, Francis." Before his servant could react, Gossrir brushed past him and burst through the open door. Before Lyndi or Omio could react, Gossrir's mask was off, and in a flurry of fabric, Raven stood proudly in the healing house, smiling infectiously. "My, what a sight. It seems almost evil to intrude upon this scene."

[jada]

"RAVEN! FRANCIS! O thank goodness. As soon as I was better I was going to go looking for you, but if your safe I can rest a few extra days. How did you make it out of the forest? I asked you to follow me but when I finally stopped I couldn't find either of you," She spilled.

"I was worried. I thought that you didn't make it out. I'm glad you did though." She said to Francis and Raven. She laid back down on her bed, and winced slightly because of the wound on her side but it didn't hurt as bad as before, which was a good sign, she was healing.

[Omio]

"!" Omio lifted his head, stood, and turned to see Raven, intruding quite the right word for the situation. Tears were nearly streaming down his face, the hairs on his chin soaked. "You have rather awful timing, Raven. You have finally seen me weak and feeble, like I had sworn I wouldn't. But it looks like I've broken yet one more promise..." He looked down.

How... How could I be so weak? Especially in this WAY? Just... HOW? I've trained on this many, many times, and yet I cannot even hold back a tear. I'm weaker than I thought. Although that doesn't mean I'm weak. Omio went back to his apologetic weeping, his figure turned around, and his head towards Lyndi's legging once more. Now he was showing more apology, mostly because there were more to see it, and the only ones he had really cared about were there to see it.

[jada]

"Omio, are you ok? Please, don't cry. Everything is going to be ok. And NEVER say you are weak. Because you have just as much or more power then I do. You are a special person and have given me my life back. You have given me a reason to live, you have given my life purpose again. You have helped me to learn how to blend in and after all this, after I'm better we can continue that training. Omio, do not ever say you are weak again. everyone has to cry. everyone has to be sad, or upset at some point in time. But you are never weak, there is always some power stored within you. You just have to believe it for yourself." Lyndi smiled at him.

[Omio]

((Game script: "Unlock: Love power". Lawlz.))
Omio's tears stopped in almost an instant. He tried to speak, but naught could come out. He had precisely nothing to say in argument or correlation to it. It took about 5 seconds before words came out. and he was still shook with surprise. "I... gave your life meaning?" If he wasn't shocked before, he was now. Evident? Oh, yes. His mouth was actually open, and just...
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Okay, can we have an author switch? I've worked for 3 hours here!
<<shuffling is heard.>>
Sorry about that, back to the story. Where were we...? Ah, yes.
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Omio's mouth was open, and that alone was just rare. Nothing but. The fact that his emotions were being expressed so... purely would be enough to send those who knew him rather well abash. His eyes went closed for a second to reflect easier. "You're... right. To think that I had to be taught... such an obvious thing." And he sighed. He was kinda back to normal-ish. Though a little emotionally sensitive, but still good enough to cease the way, though his back reminded him of the forest. "I was truly foolish. I'm sorry, Lyndi."

[Silvarn]

"How romantic," Raven interjected. "If I was not so busy, I would write that down and put it in a romantic novel."

"Can I help you, good sir?" the healer asked as he reemerged with healing salves.

"No, good sir. I merely wanted to check on my friends." Raven said with a winning smile.

"In that case, please take your leave. They need their rest." The healer coerced Omio to his feet and escorted him to a nearby bed.

"I was hoping I could be of assistance, actually. These friends are close to me." Raven offered.

"It would be helpful, but I have no knowledge of your skills. You could end up doing more harm than good." the healer dismissed.

"I see. Well, a good day to you both. May you heal quickly." Raven left in a flurry of blue fabric, Gossrir stepping joyfully onto the sun-kissed street.

[jada]

"Wait-," Lyndi started to say but Raven and Francis had already gone.
"good-bye friends, be safe." She whispered to herself.


The healer came over and unwrapped Lyndi's wound and put a salve on it to take some of the pain away. He also gave her some sweet medicine that would put her to sleep. She needed the sleep. It would help her heal. she looked to Omio," good night Omio."

Then she was gone into a world of senslessness.

((OOC: I think we need something majorly interesting to happen. not sure what so any plot ideas PM me =] ))

[Omio]

With a dose of medicine, quite possibly the "dream honey" that was rumored about, Lyndi was out. Now Omio was by himself, and privacy was around, bar the healer, but there was more breathing room in a way. He would've replied to Lyndi, but she was asleep before be could respond. Instead, he whispered. "G'night..." And now was the perfect chance to restock. He needed a new dagger, some scent potions, and a few paints - he was going to have to supply for 2 people now. He then left notice to the healer that he was going to attend to business, and that he was going to return. Thanks to his injury being unable to be helped, really, the healer didn't even bother with trying to argue.

He left the safe-hold, if it can be put that way, and went around the town. All the paint was off of his face due to the crying he had cone earlier. For the first time, he had to be wary of a lot more things. He walked around to find the one bazaar he had went to yesterday and went back to it. The person had restocked in paints, and lo and behold, there was Omio's dagger. He picked it up, but the grip was MUCH different. "Sorry, thought this was something of mine for a minute." The bazarr manager then replied with "Ah. You must've had one of the same series, with a custom grip."
This wouldn't be bad as a backup. He looked at the pricetag. 25 gold coins. Something close to the locale of "small"

Omio went back to it though. "I'll grab some paints, too." and he grabbed a few containers of paint. about 5 of them, getting him two of every colour. "Oh, a-- nevermind, I know what'll do better." He was thinking of scent potions, but he thought of something cheaper that could do better. "Here's 25 coins, and I've sold these to you." Omio pulled out his last scent potions, and gave them to the bazaar keeper. "That should cover 25 for the dagger, and 4 for each paint." He had sold a total of 20 scent potions, each one about a gold coin in worth.

He went up the street from where he was to find a restauruant that was doomed to be closed down. He coud get the thing that could easily best any scent potion. He walked in, and it was basically empty. Time for Omio to get some vinegar. "Is Roy in?"
The waiter that was there nodded, and left for a few moment, and before long, there was the head , Roy. "Omio, it's been a while, boy."
"A while indeed. Listen, I need some vinegar, and I'm willing to pay up for it."
"Pay?" He paused to add drama to it. "PAY? No, I won't accept money from you! You've saved my business twice! How can I ask for money to the person that saved my business twice?"
Omio decided to be stubborn to this end. "Simple. You just plain old do." He handed 30 gold coins to the waiter. "Put that in the till, as a tip to Roy." He turned back to the white-hatted Roy. "Now, I want about 8 ounces of vinegar, although into ¼ ounce bottles you're willing to dispense with."
Roy looked at him. "Good thing I ordered too much!"
Omio took a second to put that into thought. Coincidence, much? And he waited around as Roy went to the back, putting vinegar into ¼ oz. bottles. And before longer than 5 minutes, Roy walked out with a cloth bag of them. "Here you go, m'boy."
"Thank you, Roy. I'll probably come back soon." THIS stuff always works wonders.

He left to go back to where he had taken Lyndi. The sun had finished setting about an hour ago, and darkness was coming down rather quickly, though not quick enough for Omio to avoid the centre of it. He managed back to the haven, and talked to the healer once again. "I've returned, and have finished my business. I won't leave for a while now, so I shall take to the bed." the healer merely nodded, and Omio went to his bed, setting his pouch of stuff down, his dagger, and the bag of vinegar vials. Being careful not to be too rough, or he might break the vials of vinegar. Having one of those break now would send one nasty smell through the entire area. After setting everything down, he layed down, and soon enough, fatigue took its course, and he too, was into the black world of insensitivity.

((O__O Wow. I didn't expect to be this long... @_@ Sorry! DXX))
((EDIT: Sivarn just pointed out a detail. >.<))

[jada]

When Lyndi awoke she was feeling better. The medicine had taken some of her pain away. She still wasn't ready to go wandering around yet, but by the next day she should be ok to do a little walking around.

Lyndi saw that Omio had fallen asleep as well. She smiled to herself. he looked so peaceful. Lyndi thought again of Raven and were he was and if she would see him again.

The male healer walked back in and smiled at Lyndi. He wishpered to her since Omio was asleep,"It pains me to see such a beauty as yourself hurt. I'd do anything to heal you."

Lyndi blushed. she wasn't used to compliments and it was rather odd having Omio there but sound asleep. She was almost positive that's why the man before her was wispering, so as to not awaken his competiton.

"You are already doing everything you can to do so, and for that I am greatful," Lyndi smiled at him.

"My dear, I'd do anything to have you in perfect health," He said, defiantly giving way to the double meaning.

"Oh, well, sir you cannot have me. you know me not, and care not for me, but for my beauty, and that is something I find unattractive in a man."

The healer shrugged his sholders almost agreeing with Lyndi. "WHAT A PIG HEAD!" lyndi thought to herself.

The healer handed Lyndi a plate of warm food. she ate slowly savoring the delicious taste. While she was eating she was hoping for Omio to wake up soon as well because she didn't want to be alone with the healer anymore, she had a feeling that had she been in perfect health he would have had no problem takeing advantage of her.

[Omio]

It was black. Sheer blackness. Nothing heard for a while, nothing seen, nothing felt or smelt. It was as if there was precisely nothing around him. Then he began to feel things. Warmth. Emotion. Then the worse of emotion. and then inaudible sounds intruded the slumber. They them finally managed to words "... --ind unattractive in a man." He knew better than to react immediately. He was up, but didn't want to make himself drowsy with quite a quick start. Then the smell of food was in the air.

Okay, screw staying in bed. Don't need to fake sleep for too much longer. After a moment or three of silence, after the scent had come around, Omio had spun 90° on his right hip, and flipped himself upwards and forward, into a rather quick standing stance, and a rather jumpy start to the day still. He was already full of energy. If there was a reaction it would be shock. He tried to talk with "I get up like that all the time, 'tis nothing" only to have it come out as a mumble, and a smile took to his face. He realized that he didn't open his eyes yet. He did once, then squinted because it was a bit bright at first. Then after a while, he adjusted to it.

Now that he had his eyes open, he turned around - since he had nearly kicked a hole in the wall - and saw Lyndi with a bit of discontent to the healer. He understood what happened while he was asleep. Damn bastard. Oh well, it served him right. And then he tried once again. Especially when he could, by now, talk clearly. "I get up all the time like that, It's re-- Do I smell food?" He noticed the plate that sat of Lyndi's lap. He envied for only a moment, then talked to the healer. "I think I should be getting my plate right about now.
Heheheh... Payback time, you pig.

[jada]

The healer eyed Omio suspiciously and then bowed his head towards him," I'll be back shortly with your food." He exited the room.

"Omio did you hear him? What he said to me? How long have you been awake? It doesn't matter, I am so thankful I have you!" Lyndi wanted to hug him so bad, there were two things stopping her. she had a tray of food on her lap and she wasn't completely healed so movment was not a smart idea.

"Thank you Omio, now promise me not to leave me anlone with him ever again." She laughed.

[Omio]

I thought that's what the pig was doing, that idiot. He's already dug himself into a nice rut. Hope he doesn't stress out too much. Since hewasn't bound down by a plate, he moved over to Lyndi, instead. He moved over and began whispering. "I only heard 'unattractive in a man' and knew what that... that pig-headed, chaste healer said." and after hugging with his arms, he went back to his own bed, taking a seat before waiting, though alike a statue, for the healer to come out. His patience was hard to break, if it wasn't impossible. This minor wait was going to be nothing in comparison.

[jada]

"Omio, please don't ever leave me alone with another man." She smiled at Omio, but she was serious. Omio was the only man she could trust.

The healer came back in with Omio's food," Here you are sir." He set it down on a table nex to Omio and turned back to Lyndi,"Are you feeling ok? do you need anything else beautiful?"

"I'll be fine thatnk you."

He looked at her, he definatly wanted her. She was like a prize to him, "I will be back later to check on the two of you." And he left.

[Omio]

Food. Omio hadn't eaten well in a bit, and knew this was going to boost his comfort, though possibly drop his performance on the field. After about thirty seconds, the healer left. Good. Now that that damned healer is gone. "I haven't been like this in years, but man... What. A. PIG! He acts like a total ass without even realizing it, I'd wager. That, and I will question his chasticy. Or, rather, his lack of desire to keep the true power of he--" His head irked back at a realization. "I wonder... How well-trained was this healer? He uses only potions, and not all of the methods that the better of healers would use." He went back to his food. If he didn't have it down soon, it'd end up cold, and just plain old crappier in general.

[jada]

"What do you mean? Are you accuseing him of not being an actual healer, because if that's the case then we should get out of here." Lyndi said woridly.

she finsihed her food and laid back down on her bed, and closed her eyes.