eswareinmal | Always feel like she's runnin on a hamster wheel

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Always feel like she's runnin on a hamster wheel

Characters: Ginia Solana, Rupert Giles, and Helios Sprensonne
Open? No
Where: Schwanheim to the Two Faced Forest
When: Morning of RD 19
What: It's time to put a stop to Ginia's stealing spree and Helios and Giles know just how to do it.
Warnings: Violence and language

There was always a fall. A dark, crashing, downward spiral after the high, after the moment, after that fleeting feeling of success. Ginia knew there would be a fall and now that she was falling it was all she could do to slow her descent.

She barely slept after the heist, laying awake under a dark bridge, making sure no guards were coming after her, too jittery to sleep. Some of the books were safely with Liara, the other half left in the house - she couldn't call it a home, not anymore - as a sort of offering to Giles and Helios. They would know what to do with them, with the information hidden inside. Because even if she wasn't entirely herself anymore, the parts that hung on loosely still remembered her dearest friend and lover.

The morning came too quickly. She stole some pastries from the bakery, sating her hunger and her need to steal, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was anymore.

So when she sees a ring left carelessly on the ground, sun hitting the gold surface just right, Ginia pounces on it and hides it in a pocket, quickly seeing another shiny thing several yards away. That too, she went after. Once she was a thief, meticulous and almost masterful, now she was desperate and predictable.

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Giles has a lot of advantages, in a fight - the fact that it's slightly harder to blow him about with a gust of wind is, right now, a big one.

He digs his heels into the dirt, covering his face against any flying twigs and dirt. But he'll also try to give Ginia a shove in the right direction, should she prove equally resistant.

Her light frame gives her speed, but does nothing to help her stand against the sudden gust of wind, especially when it's so unexpected. She goes flying, tumbles on the ground, and rolls herself back onto her feet.

Unfortunately for her, she stands exactly where they want her.

Helios' chant can be heard from the darkened forest around them as the wind dies down. The sigil begins to glow a bright white and then blue as it's slowly activated around Ginia. Helios finally steps out from where he was located under cover of the forest.

Helios' glowing eyes dart to Giles as he gives a curt little nod. "I-It'll hold." And now Giles simply has to go to her and cut that necklace loose.

Despite himself, Giles lets out his breath in a long sigh of mingled relief and exhaustion - exhaustion as much of the mind as the body, probably more so, because he's long for greater distances against even greater threats. But this entire affair is exhausting to him on multiple levels.

He nods at Helios' words, keeping his eyes on Ginia all the while. "Can I step into the circle with her?" he asks quietly. He knows that Helios keeping his concentration is the most important thing, but he also knows that it will be easier to get ahold of Ginia from inside the circle.

Either way, in preparation, he draws a knife from his belt.

She remembers. She remembers the circle of light, the sigils, she remembers him, the caster of the spell. There's no friendly recognition left in her eyes, though little else is there. Helios is a trapper, an enemy, he needs to be stopped.

However, there is also Giles to contend with. If she were capable of making any sort of sound, she might have growled. She bristles at the sight of the knife, drawing out her own. Giles may be the stronger of the two, and with his height, better reach. Given how she's bound to a location, he has all the advantage, but she still has speed and he's still the one who has to enter the circle with her.

Her eyes flick between Giles and Helios. She grips her knife a little tighter, the blade a thin sliver of silver.

Helios also lets out a relieved sigh but it's short lived as he makes note of Ginia's hardened, angry, almost feral gaze. He winces and bites his lip, nodding to Giles.

"Y-Yes you c-can. But-but be c-careful. I-I don't know if I can...d-do too many spells at-at once." In terms of protecting the other man he means. He is by no means ever going to try and hurt Ginia again, not ever. He will not let this devolve into something like that.

Giles goes absolutely still as he catches the glint of steel in Ginia's hand. His mind is suddenly working a good deal more quickly - that's no shiny bauble she's holding in her hand, that's a proper blade, and every line of her body screams of the intent to use it.

...well, then.

"I'll be careful," he says, when he realizes that Helios has spoken. "Focus on the sigil. I'll get away on my own, if I have to. We...we won't get another chance, if this doesn't work."

And with that, he steps forward. Taking care not to scuff the lines of the sigil itself, Giles steps inside the circle.

And he grabs for the hand holding the knife.

If there's something Giles should remember about Ginia, it's that Ginia is quite good with a knife and never carries only a single blade. Unfortunately, that hasn't changed between Ginia and her.

The hand holding the knife draws back and flings it at Helios' direction, remembering how distracting him was good enough to get her out of the circle last time. Her free hand pulls another knife from a hidden sheath and slashes upward at Giles' face. There's nothing on her face but fierce, feral anger.

It's funny how a situation can go from good to bad. A single stroke of bad luck or a miscalculation of some sort. Helios' entire focus was on maintaining the barrier and the fact of the matter stood that even using a spell to defend himself would make it break. He wasn't going to allow Ginia to escape again, couldn't allow her to escape again, he would never forgive himself if she did. So when that knife comes flying towards his person he can only think momentarily enough to gasp before it slices through his arm. Sure he had enough time to conjure up some sort of spell, but he didn't. His vision goes white briefly as there's a sickening crack as he feels the knife puncture through his jacket and shirt sleeve and probably hit bone. God it hurt so much, it hurt almost as badly as the owlbear they faced a few nights ago.

There's a choked back sob of pain as the barrier wavers dangerously close to breaking, but it doesn't fall, and then it realigns itself back in place. Helios' body is turned slightly away from the two of them, hunched over as well, as he holds his bleeding arm before he looks down at the knife, glinting red and dark under the dying light of day. If he pulled it out he might bleed out before this was over. Instead he shakily raises his blood stained hand of his good arm and puts more power into the sigil. His eyes go wide as he looks at Ginia and Giles.

"Giles!" He makes to move forward then to put up some kind of barrier between the two of them. But he's dizzy and quite shaken still from the knife.

Giles barely even feels the knife cut home - only turning his head to stare in horror at Helios turns it from a blinding strike to a slash along his cheek. He's pale and afraid at the sight of Helios, bleeding and obviously in so much pain, and for a moment the instinct is strong to just go to him and stop the bleeding.

But then Helios calls his name, and Giles remembers why they're here. And he turns on Ginia in one fluid blur, bringing his leg up for one good, solid roundhouse kick to the solarplexus. If she dodges that, she'll probably find a fist coming the other way.

If he can get her on the ground, so much the better.

It's Giles' quick attack that saves him from another strike. With all the force behind it, the blow would make anyone stagger. She drops to her knees and supports herself on a hand, trying her best to breath again. She's still armed, but with both knees and a hand bound to the ground, it's a lost battle and she knows it. She's a broken Icarus, burned and blinded by her ambition and brought back down with broken wings.

Tears spill from her eyes, a mixture of pain, frustration, and even a bit of relief.

So much the better and the war is won when Ginia falls onto her knees and one hand. The sigil binds whatever part of her that's touching the dirt to the ground and her movements will be inhibited until the barrier breaks. Helios begins walking closer then his arm throbbing in obvious pain but his will and concentration remains fixed on the task at hand. Just a little bit more and this will be all over, just a quick slice of the knife and they can all go back home.

Or so he hopes. But there's no telling how things will turn out once this ends. The aftermath and all the pain Ginia will more than likely be in.

One quick slice. Or several slices. Giles is well past caring. He goes for the necklace, pulling the leather binding as far from Ginia's neck as he can to minimize the chance of doing her any further injury.

Then he cuts and saws for however long the material decides to hold out, and when it finally comes undone, he throws it into the woods.

This madness ends today. It has to - they've run out of tricks, and Ginia has nothing left to lose.

The cord may be simple leather, but it does its best to resist each strike of Giles' knife. However, leather is leather and eventually it gives, falling away.

It feels like a great weight lifting off Ginia's shoulders and body, but the weight of clarity and regret sinks into its place. Ginia stares at the ground, still bound in place by the spell, looking as if she's bowing in supplication. She is, though she knows none of it is deserved.

She robbed a city blind out of greet and excitement. She hurt her friends and threw away their attempts at helping. Even now she hurt the two closest to her and put them through so much misery.

The knife in her hand gives a tempting call of her own and she turns her head to regard the sharp blade, drops of blood staining the end. Skin yields to steel, always. It would be easy. A single slice through her neck, cutting away the marks left by the cursed necklace. It would be easy.

Her hand tightens around her knife. Then Ginia throws it away from her.

Helios is wavering in his place as he stands with that knife in his arm. He was so glad that it worked. Gods everything was fine now. Everything would be fine now and they can put all of this behind them. He fought back the burning sensation of tears as he continued to walk slowly towards the two of them. His concentration and his strength was giving out. The wavering flickering of the barrier making it that more clearly. He'll slump to the ground for a few moments as the barriers light flickers and then dies down to a faint glow. The light escaping from the circle like it was something from a campfire. And then a small little 'pop' will break the silence and the barrier will dissipate in the blink of an eye.

They did. It was over.

It's over. It's all over. Ginia can get back to being Ginia, and they can all go home.

The dying of the light within the circle is his first warning. By the time the barrier "pop"s out of existence, Giles is already moving. He grabs his discarded cloak from the ground and sets to work with his knife, cutting a section of it into strips.

"That, um...th-that arm needs looking at."

Dimly, he's aware that the cut on his cheek is still bleeding freely. But, especially compared to Helios' injuries, it's not a life threatening hit.

It's over. It's finally over.

For Ginia, the horror has only begun. Even with the binding spell gone, Ginia remains transfixed, curling onto herself and steeping in the horror or her actions. She can hear Giles tend to Helios, both of them who she injured.

Still avoiding looking at them, she slowly rises and goes to retrieve her knife. She scrubs the metal on the grass - she'll clean it properly later - before she sheaths it again. Without a word to either of them, and secretly hoping they haven't noticed, Ginia begins to walk deeper into the forest.

Helios only notices because he's trying not to look at his arm. The pain is almost unbearable at this point, but he makes an effort to not make a sound. He moves then with another whimper of pain threatening to escape his throat.

"W-Wait. G-Ginia." His voice is laced with pain and anguish. He tries to turn in his position, tries to motion for Giles to move away and go to her. That he'll be fine and Ginia is far more important at this moment right now, because if she leaves she might never come back.

"G-Go s-stop her f-first." He'll be fine, really. And his look back at Giles says that clearly in his eyes. If she leaves now this might have all been for nothing anyway. The forest was far too dangerous to go into especially with the oncoming night fast approaching.

Giles stumbles to a stop, and looks back at where Helios is indicating. Looks back at where his chance to get Ginia back is leaving with her.

He looks at her, and then back at Helios, and then back to Ginia again, torn between the two most important people in his life.

But the look in Helios' eyes tells him that the other man won't submit to any kind of care until Ginia is back. It's almost a reassuring thought, really, and it's enough for Giles to linger just long enough to pass over his cloak to staunch the bleeding before he turns and runs for Ginia.

"Stop," he pleads - he's not too proud to beg, not anymore, not to her. "Ginia, please, stop. T-Talk to us."

And then, because he's desperate even if it is a dirty, underhanded blow: "Help me."

Getting Helios back to the house and taking care of his arm is going to be more than a one person job.

Talk? No, there's nothing really left to say. She can't even find the words to apologize, though she wants to. An apology now would be hollow, nowhere near what she wants to say, what she needs to do to make things up to them. But Ginia knows she can't leave, not after they've pleaded for her to stay.

Ginia turns to face Giles, but doesn't meet his eyes. She focuses on the cut on his cheek, the slow drip of blood on his skin. She looks past him at Helios, scraps of cloth around his bleeding arm. Stay. Help. After all she's done, she can't imagine why they still want her around. But she can help them back to their home, then from there...

Her knife comes out again as Ginia heads over to a tree. She slices down some vines and goes over to Helios, binding the bandages in place.

Helios breath hitches when he finally yanks out the knife in his arm. He blinks back tears as he applies pressure to the wound. The bloody knife lays motionlessly on the ground at his feet and he startles slightly when Ginia comes over. His breathing just a bit uneven as he battles with himself to keep his composure. And then when she wraps the few vines around his arm to keep the crude bandaging in place, Helios manages to look up at her and take her hand in his oddly warm one. The blood being the main factor to that sensation.

"It's n-not your f-fault." His voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks those words. But they are said no less sincere from him. This wasn't her fault and they all knew it. This was just like the masks on Halloween, it wasn't any different when one thought about it.

"No, it's not," Giles says quietly, as he comes back to join the two of them again. His hand finds Ginia and Helios', and gives both a quick squeeze before he goes to work trying to straighten out the binding on Helios' arm further, adding in a bit more padding around the vines.

"It...it wasn't even you, really."

Of that, he's been certain of for a while.

Now that the adrenaline is finally wearing off, Giles is remembering that he's bleeding. And he's realizing that it hurts...but, not so much that he can't ignore it, and so he tries to.

He's afraid of me, Ginia realizes with a sadness and shame when she sees Helios start, unable to read his action in any other way. Yet how could he be any other way? She terrorized and hurt him. Even as they say, insist, it wasn't her fault and take her hands, Ginia wants to rebel against the show of love and care. It's undeserved and it burns.

Why? Why do you care? Why are you doing this? She wants to ask, but her hands are trapped in theirs and even if they were free, she's not sure she'd be able to find the signs. When Giles releases her hand, she quickly drops her own. With shame, she picks her knife off the ground. Yet another weapon stained with the blood of one she cares about. The siren song or death rings in her ears again as she stares at the sharp tip.

Because, to her shame, she knows she enjoyed the rush stealing gave her. It was a decadent high that could be compared to little else. It was a dangerously sweet taste of her old life, one she missed no matter how many times she tried to walk away from it.

/We should go-/ she finally signs, stopping short before signing "home." Their home, yes, but her's? /-now./

Helios nods as he shakily and wobbles to his feet. It almost looks like he's about to collapse again but he steadies himself. A shake sigh passes his lips and he gives a small smile. He'll cradle his injured arm against his chest as he looks back at the town.

"Y-Yes we-we should." There's the unspoken all three of us there. Because it was their home, all three of theirs, and he's sure Giles can make Ginia see that. If anyone can he could.

All three of them. Because, if it's not all three of them, it might as well be none of them.

They've crossed the boundaries of worlds to be together. If Giles has any say in it, they won't be parting here.

He remembers the necklace of silver and emerald, safely tucked away in the very bottom of his bag. He has to give it to her. He hadn't foreseen Helios getting so badly wounded in the bargain, though - that has to be tended to. But, as long as he needs help, Giles trusts that Ginia will stay with him.

"I'll, um...why don't you let me try the sigil this time, Helios?" he asks quietly. "I've...well, um, I've seen you do it a dozen times by now."

And he has the blood to spare.

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