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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 1:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 8:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 9:20 pm
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Company: Dylan & Serah Thought: I am NOT going in that thing! Mood: Horrified, and Pained! TRAUMATIZED! Attire: Casual #2
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Shilga was physically shaking as her friends kept pushing her and pushing her, or so she felt. Eyes were on her and her face was getting all wet with tears, and the stress was getting to her. It looked like she was just going to break down and wail like a child as she bit her lip until it bled. Even though they said not to be afraid, it was too late...she saw the pain that her friends went through, and that made her unable to go through with it. She had a hand on her chest, her heart was beating so fast. That hand held onto her jacket tightly as she could not move, until her feet was able to drag the body to the place where the mana would be there. She kept shaking as the machine started although there seemed like a bit of a hesitation. When it started, Shilga's body tensed...trying hard to prepare for the pain. She would never be prepared for the pain, and the voices that would hurt her ears. After about ten seconds of being there, her back, legs, and neck would suddenly burst into flames. It looked like real flames but it did not destroy her clothes nor burn any skin.
But to Shilga it felt like what had happened back in middle school, her screams were not heard as some sort of wind force was created, acting like swords as they went through her and around her, and acted as if it was slicing her. But instead of blood, it was some sort of white and dark source that was coming out. Flames and Wind hurt, she was crying so loudly that in no time, she would lose her voice. She wanted this to stop, she wanted someone to give her mercy! Every bit of water came out of her face, ever bit of voice exited out of her, her vocal chords had shut down as she did it and the recurring thoughts of wanting to die and just lay there had become stronger in her mind.
What had felt like hours upon hours, was only a mere two and a half minutes before it was done. She felt down on the floor with a mighty thud not moving, her eyes slightly open and her face still wet. She had passed out from the pain and her face and body turned very hot from the 'make-believe' flames.
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((Let me know if what I did was too much))
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 3:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 11:36 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 2:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 3:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 9:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 5:50 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 6:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 8:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 1:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 2:25 pm
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Ɖylan ₩inchester
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Dylan did get a bit frustrated. He couldn't go back now. He made it this far and with Serah and Shilga. There was no way he was leaving this place. Other students got it faster than him and well he glanced toward Serah and Shilga. He saw Shilga had gotten it. Wind. He then chuckled lightly, trying to focus now on what he would be able to control. Hell in his mind, he wanted to master them all, but he was only an apprentice and there is always a beginning.
He closed his eyes one more time and relaxed. Nico said he was watching, so that probably made the nervousness even worse. Why he could have done everything else, but this? As he finally relaxed, ice crystals began to form at his finger tips. The frost began to go up his hands, which made a cool sensation go up his arms. When he looked down to see his hand whiter than he was, his mouth gaped just slightly. His fingers rolled to touch his palm and it was real. Slightly cold, but bearable. After a couple seconds, it was nothing. When his fingers folded out quickly, he produced a small ice crystal from his palm. "Ice... Coldness in my heart..." He mumbled, turning over his hands. [If that was too much, let me know and I will backtrack] ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 2:34 pm
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