Post by Rue on Feb 25, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -5
Sand flew through the dry air as two figures seem to almost materialize on the spot. Ones black hair covered by his own turban the other by a hat one opening his mouth to speak. "Alright judging from the map Gaara we have less then a mile before we hit the area we need for you. Do you need anymore water? I have plenty." Mozenrath said looking to the horizon barely making out architecture.
"I'll be fine Mozenrath let us keep going..." Gaara stated before going quiet again his jade eyes narrowing as his need to concentrate grew.
Mozenrath nodded as the two continued their journey the sand providing for rough terrain as they made sure to stay safe. Once they finally reached their destination Mozenrath put his bad down and pulled out two separate cloths. "Alright Gaara first order of business I need you take a seat and relax go into your meditative state if you will while I set things up." Mozenrath was worried but he didn't let it color his features as he took out what would need. Gaara took a seat on the platform they had found watching Mozenrath work.
It was unspoken but known to them both that this trip could prove very dangerous and the fact that Mozenrath knew the dangers yet still wished to help him was... touching to say the least. As he closed his eyes he began his steps to go into his meditative state as he heard the quiet footsteps of Mozenrath taking a seat across from him.
"Gaara we are going to go into your memories and find out the source behind all this and with some luck we will be able to help you fix it.." Mozenrath said as he shut his own eyes before the both floated maybe a couple inches from the ground.
"We are going back....back before the Cirque back before everything tell me what do you remember?"
"I remember when my uncle..." Gaara started before his head started to ache. The pain only grew as recounted the events of his Uncle's betrayal. His head was pounding so hard it felt like there were drums in his head.
Mozenrath was watching Gaara wishing he take some of the pain away but he knew he had to get through it. "Now what can you tell me about Korra? What is her connection to this?"
No sooner had the words come out of Mozenrath's mouth that he heard a bang. Opening his eyes he saw what had become of Gaara. The Sands of Time had almost covered him turning him into a half feral animal half the man like creature. Mozenrath sprang up his sands flaring protectively around him as he dashed to his brother.
"Gaara! Gaara you need to get out of the memories now!" he tried to wake the man up but was tossed aside by the sands only keeping from injury by his own. Mozenrath was definitely worried now but that worried was tossed aside with grim determination as he summoned his sand. His determination gave way to surprise as Gaara went on the offensive and he barely had time to attack let alone dodge.
Mozenrath had wanted to spar with Gaara eventually but not like this not with him seemingly out of his mind. "Damn these out of practice muscles" Mozenrath mutter as he kept dodging as best he could but by his count he and Gaara were going to be more black and blue then anything else. Gaara just kept going and going hitting anything he could touch and barely responding when Mozenrath got a hit in.
Mozenrath was starting to wear out his stamina was not what it used to be in fights. This coupled with the fact that he would never want to hurt Gaara on his life made for him trying to avoid the big areas but getting pummeled all the same. His right arm practically useless with the amount of bruising and overall tenderness. He bit his lip as a tear dropped onto his sand before he he ran at Gaara with a battle cry.
A crack was heard as Mozenrath nearly screamed in pain as bruised knuckles almost broke as they impacted Gaara's face. Before he could react Mozenrath was slammed into the ground making him wince even more as his back scrapped against stone. The Black Sands barely responded to his call as Mzoenrath tried to vainly move with Gaara pressing him into the stone harder. With some of the last visages of strength he had Mozenrath screamed Gaara's name.
Then all was silent save the wind blowing even time seemed to stop as the hair the was one pulled up fanned beneath Mozenrath's head bleeding from a cut on his temple as his eyes were wide hoping, no praying that his brother finally woke up.
Gaara's eyes seemed to soften almost as he looked down before realizing what he had done. "Mozy..." he said uttering the nickname the Mozenrath kept telling him to call him as tears fell from his eyes. "W-what.... what did I do what have I done..." he asked the other sorcerer.
"Well... long story short..." Mozenrath starts before coughing as Gaara help his brother sit up. "I am never making you mad ever... ruddy irritating to deal with..."
"Mozenrath this is no time for joking your bleeding and you like hell" Gaara said seriously his eyes narrowing.
"You aren't looking to good yourself brother" Mozenrath wheezed out "Quicky test though... think of Korra"
"What about her?" Gaara asked before it dawn on him before he studied Mozenrath "What did you do?"
"It's the purification ritual Gaara All I did was call upon your darkest moment and wiped the slate clean so to speak. Now your sand taste no familial blood... so theoretically..."
"I shouldn't feel like I want to murder Korra..." Gaara spoke before wincing and putting a hand to nose. "Did you have to break my nose though?"
"Hey you wouldn't wake up mister it was that or let you break my ribs..." he wheezed as Gaara did his best to help him stand. "I hate to ask but I am about spent right now so I cant do my nifty teleportation thing..."
"Not to worry Mozenrath... I will take care of it..." Gaara said gathering their respective pack and then only sand and stone were there. The wind blowing the two clothes Mozenrath laid out away.
"I'll be fine Mozenrath let us keep going..." Gaara stated before going quiet again his jade eyes narrowing as his need to concentrate grew.
Mozenrath nodded as the two continued their journey the sand providing for rough terrain as they made sure to stay safe. Once they finally reached their destination Mozenrath put his bad down and pulled out two separate cloths. "Alright Gaara first order of business I need you take a seat and relax go into your meditative state if you will while I set things up." Mozenrath was worried but he didn't let it color his features as he took out what would need. Gaara took a seat on the platform they had found watching Mozenrath work.
It was unspoken but known to them both that this trip could prove very dangerous and the fact that Mozenrath knew the dangers yet still wished to help him was... touching to say the least. As he closed his eyes he began his steps to go into his meditative state as he heard the quiet footsteps of Mozenrath taking a seat across from him.
"Gaara we are going to go into your memories and find out the source behind all this and with some luck we will be able to help you fix it.." Mozenrath said as he shut his own eyes before the both floated maybe a couple inches from the ground.
"We are going back....back before the Cirque back before everything tell me what do you remember?"
"I remember when my uncle..." Gaara started before his head started to ache. The pain only grew as recounted the events of his Uncle's betrayal. His head was pounding so hard it felt like there were drums in his head.
Mozenrath was watching Gaara wishing he take some of the pain away but he knew he had to get through it. "Now what can you tell me about Korra? What is her connection to this?"
No sooner had the words come out of Mozenrath's mouth that he heard a bang. Opening his eyes he saw what had become of Gaara. The Sands of Time had almost covered him turning him into a half feral animal half the man like creature. Mozenrath sprang up his sands flaring protectively around him as he dashed to his brother.
"Gaara! Gaara you need to get out of the memories now!" he tried to wake the man up but was tossed aside by the sands only keeping from injury by his own. Mozenrath was definitely worried now but that worried was tossed aside with grim determination as he summoned his sand. His determination gave way to surprise as Gaara went on the offensive and he barely had time to attack let alone dodge.
Mozenrath had wanted to spar with Gaara eventually but not like this not with him seemingly out of his mind. "Damn these out of practice muscles" Mozenrath mutter as he kept dodging as best he could but by his count he and Gaara were going to be more black and blue then anything else. Gaara just kept going and going hitting anything he could touch and barely responding when Mozenrath got a hit in.
Mozenrath was starting to wear out his stamina was not what it used to be in fights. This coupled with the fact that he would never want to hurt Gaara on his life made for him trying to avoid the big areas but getting pummeled all the same. His right arm practically useless with the amount of bruising and overall tenderness. He bit his lip as a tear dropped onto his sand before he he ran at Gaara with a battle cry.
A crack was heard as Mozenrath nearly screamed in pain as bruised knuckles almost broke as they impacted Gaara's face. Before he could react Mozenrath was slammed into the ground making him wince even more as his back scrapped against stone. The Black Sands barely responded to his call as Mzoenrath tried to vainly move with Gaara pressing him into the stone harder. With some of the last visages of strength he had Mozenrath screamed Gaara's name.
Then all was silent save the wind blowing even time seemed to stop as the hair the was one pulled up fanned beneath Mozenrath's head bleeding from a cut on his temple as his eyes were wide hoping, no praying that his brother finally woke up.
Gaara's eyes seemed to soften almost as he looked down before realizing what he had done. "Mozy..." he said uttering the nickname the Mozenrath kept telling him to call him as tears fell from his eyes. "W-what.... what did I do what have I done..." he asked the other sorcerer.
"Well... long story short..." Mozenrath starts before coughing as Gaara help his brother sit up. "I am never making you mad ever... ruddy irritating to deal with..."
"Mozenrath this is no time for joking your bleeding and you like hell" Gaara said seriously his eyes narrowing.
"You aren't looking to good yourself brother" Mozenrath wheezed out "Quicky test though... think of Korra"
"What about her?" Gaara asked before it dawn on him before he studied Mozenrath "What did you do?"
"It's the purification ritual Gaara All I did was call upon your darkest moment and wiped the slate clean so to speak. Now your sand taste no familial blood... so theoretically..."
"I shouldn't feel like I want to murder Korra..." Gaara spoke before wincing and putting a hand to nose. "Did you have to break my nose though?"
"Hey you wouldn't wake up mister it was that or let you break my ribs..." he wheezed as Gaara did his best to help him stand. "I hate to ask but I am about spent right now so I cant do my nifty teleportation thing..."
"Not to worry Mozenrath... I will take care of it..." Gaara said gathering their respective pack and then only sand and stone were there. The wind blowing the two clothes Mozenrath laid out away.