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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 3:41 pm
Herald 09.01.10
When you come upon the scene, it is a weak and dying Herald that you find, unable even to stand. A few scattered feathers on the ground are the only remnants of the wings it once possessed. It has come to this place to die...or be saved? That, of course, is up to you.
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
Charsi made her way through the back alleys, a cheerful, whistled turn escaping her lips as she went. Her arms were filled to the brim with grocery bags, the pile of plastic and paper stacked precariously and tucked under her chin for support. It was the weekly grocery run, nothing too out of the ordinary. The lavender-haired girl was taking her usual shortcut through the maze of alleyways and small paths that wove through the neighborhood, knowing each twist and turn like the back of her hand. Hey, that was new. A curious look spread over the young woman's face as she noticed an odd marble slab from the corner of her eyes. She dropped her bags down in a small pile as gently as she could at the mouth of the narrow, dead-end path, diverging from her usual course to examine this new slab. Maybe someone was putting a statue or monument here? Still, why would they put it back here? Hardly anyone came down this way. She was pulled from her personal contemplations as movement caught her eye. On the other side of the slab laid a slender, pale figure, naked as a newborn and seemingly just as weak. The person seemed to be trying to drag themselves to the slab, but it seemed that they didn't have the strength nor the energy to do so. The celestial-looking being then took notice of the bystander, turning its head up to look at it. The face was the epitome of sadness; hopeful, pleading eyes paired with tear-stained cheeks. Charsi's heart went out to the poor dear, who seemed to be fading fast. But, the white-haired being had such determination in its efforts to get to the slab! Determination was something Charsi held in the highest of regards, so she had to help this person. Stepping around the marble slab and over to the helpless form, the girl knelt, gently lifting the semi-limp form. She frowned at how light the poor thing was, but now was not the time to dally over that. She laid the being down on the slab gently, concern overriding her curiosity. Again, those hopeful eyes looked up at her, and a long, slender hand reached out, as if waiting for something to be placed in it. Expecting something to be placed in it. Asking. Charsi looked confused; what did she have that she could possibly give? She doubter her groceries would be of much use; the being seemed to far gone for that to be of any use. But, she couldn't deny this person something in its time of dying. That when it hit her. While it hurt a little for her to give it up, she felt that the snowy-haired one needed it more. An opalescent hand reached into her pocket, pulling out the old, worn monocle. "Here. This has helped encouraged me through the years. I hope it helps you as much as it's helped me." the girl said, her tone warm and comforting. Great-Granpa Phineas would have been proud of her. She offered the person a gentle pat on the shoulder and a smile before heading off to scoop her groceries up. Charsi glanced back over her shoulder one more time at the still form of the Herald, who was now curled around the gift it had recieved. She hoped they'd be okay, but... She sighed, continuing back along her path as she made her way home.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 6:13 pm
Herald 10.10.10
You sit inside, protected and comfortable as the weather rages outside. The evening meal is on the table, and you're filled with an intense feeling of well-being.
Your mind veers, against your will, to the dying creature that you had come across. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable tonight. What are you thinking? It's probably already long gone. But...what if it isn't?
What's it actually like outside? Do you go in search of the Herald? What do you bring to make it more comfortable, if so? Do you even find it? Charsi was snuggled under a hand-crocheted afghan, reading a flight manual as she sat curled on the window seat. Outside, the sky was dark, nearly black due to the thick, unforgiving storm clouds that hovered overhead, drenching everything in its wake. The follower of the Overseer sighed, her mood as dreary as the weather outside. She hated weather like this; stupid roof, always having to have a leak no matter how many times it was patched. The girl nibbled at her warm, fresh baked loaf of bread, reassuring herself that this awful weather would soon be over, and the sun would be out again by morning. Till then, she was safe and sound her in her apartment, all nice and snuggly-warm. But, what about that poor person from earlier? Charsi's blinked at the sudden thought, not sure what brought it on and unable to take her mind off of it. Had they managed to move to shelter, or were they still lying on that slab? Lying there helpless in the rain.....by Overseer's grace, they might catch their death out there in this kind of weather! And she couldn't very well allow that, could she? She could picture it now: the poor hapless dear catching pnuemonia and dying out there, all alone without any sort of help or comfort! It was this mental image that ushered Charsi out of her nice warm home and into the cold sleets of rain in the middle of the night with nothing but an old poncho on to protect her from the precipitation. She was making her way through the dark alleyways, trying to find the slab again. She replayed her trip home from work, trying to remember which little alleyway it was. Curse her absentmindedness! Gah, she couldn't think, and the rain pelting down on her wasn't helping matters any. That's when she noticed the familiar alleyway to her left. How silly of her. If she'd kept fretting over its location, she would have walked right past it! She headed into the small dead-end, looking. The slab was gone, and no sign of the person from before. Maybe someone else had helped them? Maybe they were fine! She let out a little sigh of relief, and was about to turn to head back when a motion and a flash of white caught her eyes. The little girl was huddled behind a crate, thoroughly drenched by the water, her eyes squeezed shut as thunder boomed and lightning danced across the sky over head. Whether the child was shaking from the cold or the loudness of this scary new place was anyone's guess. "Oh my....you poor little thing..." Charsi said, rushing over to check on the child, a gentle hand pressed against her forehead to make sure there was no fever. There was none, but the girl noticed something else. This little child was soft....as soft as a newborn babe. She glanced around....who would leave such a precious little girl out here all alone? Why would- Oh. OH! Charsi's mind put two and two together, with a few stops along the way. Maybe this girl was the being from before? She couldn't be sure, but one thing was for certain; she wasn't leaving the child out here to fall ill. She took her her poncho off, wrapping the girl in it. "Shh, shh, it's okay. I've gotcha, no need to worry. You're safe..." Charsi cooed as the child jolted at her touch. She scooped the little angel up, giving her a reassuring squeeze before heading back homeward. "Everything will be alright. You'll see.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 8:58 pm
{ Reserved: Introducing her to the "Family" }
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 9:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:35 am
Standard Prompt Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing. The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in. How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?Brows furrowed as the child's small hands tried to reach to her back, wincing as they neared their destination. A frown tugged at the girl's lips in reaction, her hands falling away. “Mama...” she said, complaint edging its way into her tone. “It itches.” Well, itches was one way to describe the burning that afflicted her back, the heat resting itself on her shoulder-blades. Tanis, while she usually wasn't one to make a fuss, couldn't help it. Mama had to know a way to make it better, right? That's what mamas did, after all. The little angel was sprawled in her usual haunt upon the window seat, her face half-hidden in a pillow. The lilac-haired woman in question came into the room, damp washcloth in hand. She made her way over to the child, slipping into a seated position beside the window seat. “I know, baby, I know...” she cooed softly, gently rubbing the cloth over her daughter's reddened back, trying to soothe the angry skin. Yes, she knew that it was just her little angel's wings coming in, and that it was probably nothing to worry about. But knowing didn't erase the worry that weighed down her usual smile. Her baby wasn't feeling good, and Charsi had simply no idea what to do about it. Careful hands gently wiped at the base of the metal-lined wings, trailing the damp cloth over them as her voice gently crooning comforting murmurs to her child. It was all she could think to do. Tanis winced at the initial contact, the wings flaring without her consent. But, they slowly settled, as did the little girl, as the coolness battled the heat that afflicted her. A small, muffled sentiment came from behind the pillow, sounding somewhat like a “thank you” or some other expression of gratitude. Tanis' half-lidded eyes shifted, looking over to her mother. “Mama...I don't like wings.” she stated, her tone dead serious. Mama could make them go away, right? They hurt, and she didn't want them because of that. “Now, why would you say that?” Charsi asked, sitting back as pulled the warmed cloth away from the angel's back. “I know they hurt now, but it'll go away. You'll see.” The young woman smiled, petting the child's hair before leaning in to kiss her forehead. “I promise.” Her eyes then fell to the appendages, a hand reaching out to gently stroke the feathers. “My, you have such pretty wings.” The bronzed, metal edges looked just like the outer edge of the old monocle that had once been worn by Great-Grandfather Phineas. They even had the old scratch along the edge that he'd gotten on the monocle while piloting. The feathers themselves were pale and fleecy, like the lining the monocle used to have. That part did take Charsi off-guard; that lining had fallen out when she was a little girl, so how...? Well, it didn't really matter, now did it? Still...it was amazing. Tanis looked doubtful, to say the least. She highly doubted that this irritating burning would go away, but it looked like she had no choice either way. She watched as her mother rose, off to redampen the cloth for another round. Taking this moment, the girl pushed herself up with her arms, looking over her shoulders at the feathery wings she'd just grown. Her blue eyes stared intently at them a moment, analyzing them and assessing them. Well, she wouldn't call them pretty, but they would suffice. Were they worth the trouble? Tanis wasn't sure, to be completely honest. She'd just have to wait and see.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 6:53 am
Solo Prompt Your child wants a pet. They have been bothering you about this for quite some time. Is it reasonable? Does the creature in question even exist, or a manner of an over active imagination? What is it? Will you give them the chance to be responsible and take care of it? Or do you have to explain that you don't think they're quite ready? Charsi sat at the table, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders as she slumped onto her homework and, by extension, the table beneath it. No, no, she hadn't done anything wrong, per say. She'd just got done talking with her dearest little angel, and had to tell the child no to something she wanted. Tanis didn't ask for much, which had made the decision even harder. It wasn't even a big request, or something extraordinarily odd. In fact, it'd been the main topic of discussion for the past week: a pet. Tanis desperately wanted a pet; a playmate she could share her window seat with. Charsi wanted to oblige, to go get her daughter a kitten or puppy or something along those lines. She was just barely paying the bills as is; a pet would be another mouth to feed, and to be frank honest, she wasn't sure they could afford that. So, despite what she wanted to do, she'd had to watch the little fledgling's expression drop as she delivered the final verdict. And, even though she had valid reasons, and even though the child took it well, it didn't ease her feeling of guilt any. Bah, the joys of being a single parent: always having to be the bad guy.
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Tanis was seated in her window seat, little hands pressed against the glass as she stared down at the street below, people watching. She knew Mama wasn't being mean, but that didn't stop the little pout of the lip from working its way into her expression. Couldn't Mama see that the window seat was much to big for just little ol' her? That she needed a friend to come sit with her? To watch the street below with her? A small sigh escaped, her forehead gently leaning against the glass. Her thoughts were interrupted as a small flurry of wings and frantic chirps came falling from the roof above. The little bundle of feathers and scales landed on little ledge outside the window (barely), a small wail escaping from the pale creature. The little....bird-raptor thing tried to stand up to it's full 4 ½ inches, but its little leg buckled out from under it and it fell back to the ledge. Seeing this, tiny hands tugged at one of the windows panels, trying to open it. With one good push, the window slid up, just enough for the child's hands to fit under. “C'mere...it's okay...” the toddler said softly, gently scooping the tiny albino creature up with one hand and bringing it inside. It's leg...why was it all twisted funny? It wasn't supposed to be bent like that, was it? Worried, the little girl let the window drop shut, bare feet padding in a flurry as she ran to her mother's work desk, her hands cradling the chirping little animal. { - - - - - - } “Mama! Mama!” The calls pulled the girl out of her thoughts and guilt, her head yanking up from the table in alarm quick enough to dislodge the hat off of her head. “Tanis? Tanis baby, what is it?” She whirled around in her seat to see what had her daughter so distraught. What she saw was her baby, standing there holding the most pitiful and sad looking little...well, Charsi wasn't sure what it was, but the sight of it made her feel sorry for the dear. And then her eyes fell on the injured leg. “Mama, 'e felled.” the little angel said, her tone worried as she held the fluffy little thing up to her mother. “Make him better, Mama? P'ease?” Opalescent hands reached out to gently take the odd animal from the child, careful not to jostle it to much. The little creatures big red eyes assessed Charsi a moment before it let out a small, pleading chirp. The woman smiled a little, gently petting the creature's fluffy white mane. “Shh....it's alright. I've got you.” Charsi walked over to her work bench, grabbing some wooden dowels from her last attempt at an airship model. It took her a bit, but with some patience and steady hands, she fixed a splint for the little clawed leg and had fixed it in place. “That should do it.” The little patient chirped as it was placed in a box with fluffy towels, pawing curiously at the terry-cloth material. Tanis reached out, gently petting his head before looking up at her mother, her big blue eyes wide and hopeful. “We keep 'im, Mama? He needs a home, and he's hurt....” The toddler's lower lip stuck out slightly, threatening to wobble. As if on cue, the creature's little head popped out over the side of the box, a small trill coming from it as its big red eyes focused on the adult. Charsi couldn't help it; she caved. “Alright. We can keep him. He'll need a name, though, and we'll needta find out what he is and what he eats. And you'll haveta take care of him, you know. He'll be your responsibility.” she said, putting on her best stern-parent face. Which, in hindsight, wasn't very stern at all. But at least she tried? “Amias.” Tanis stated, pointing to the newly-named critter. “His name is Amias.” She grinned, nodding her little head. “I'll take good care of 'im. Promise, Mama!” Carefully picking the box up, she headed over to the window seat with her new friend.  [ More about Mingos here ]
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 8:18 am
Standard Prompt Your Herald has been acting strangely all morning, sneaking around the house, and jumping at every small noise. The cause of this behavior is discovered shortly; you find that a priceless object has been broken and it would appear that it was your Herald that broke it.
What is the object and what is its importance? How do you react to this? Do you punish them or let them off with a warning? How does your Herald react? Was it your Herald that broke the object or maybe s/he was an observer to the act? She hadn't meant for it to get broken; honest she didn't. She'd just wanted to play with it! Tanis bit her lip, looking at the medal that lay in her hand, the aged ribbon that it used to hang from now laying under it, torn off and useless. She'd been showing it to Amias while showing him all the cool things Mama had, and the little Mingo had jumped onto the medal, his weight just enough to tear the old material. Which left Tanis with a ruined medal and probably a mad Mama when she found out. What was Mama going to say? What if- Wings twitched as the sound of the approaching adult reached the little angel's wings. Startled, she dropped the medal, scooping little Amias up and running past her mama, back to her perch on the window seat. Charsi flailed a bit, her balance thrown off by the feathery duo as they ran by. She paused, looking back at the little girl as she scrambled up onto the window seat as if her life depended on it. That was odd, to say the least. Her little Tanis was usually so calm and deliberate; to see her so flustered was uncommon. Something was up. She glanced back over at the area that the little Herald had run from; nothing out of the ordinary there. Everything was in place, nothing- A glint caught her eyes. Charsi made her way over, eyes widening as she recognized what had caught her eye. One of Great-Grandfather Phineas' flight award medals....broken and ripped from the ribbon. The young woman just stared a moment, her hands moving to slowly scoop the medal up, as if she were afraid it'd crumble at her touch. Tanis looked over at her Mama, chewing nervously at her knuckles. “'M sorry, Mama...” she said softly from behind her hand. “I was just showing Amias and he jumped...Mama mad?” The little girl waited a moment for a response, rising from her seat when she got none. “Mama? Is Mama alright?” the little angel asked, making her way over to her mother and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Mama, I'm sorry. Amias sorry too, but 'e can't talk.” Charsi just sat there a moment more before a hand reached up to pat her daughter's, meeting it on her shoulder. “I...I'm fine, baby...” she said softly, forcing herself to smile. It was just a medal, after all. It could be fixed, repurposed...something. “Just...just be more careful, alright? Especially if something looks old, okay?” To be honest, she wanted to yell at the child. She wanted to ground her her. But, it was nearly impossible to stay mad at the child; she was such a sweetheart, and she looked just about as close to tears as Charsi herself was. And it had been an accident, after all, and accidents happen. Tanis nodded her head, arms wrapping around her mother in a hug. “'Kay, Mama. I'll be careful.” she promised. “Amias will be careful too; I make sure of it.” And with that hug, Charsi's smile became a bit more genuine, her arms tightening around the little girl in a warm embrace. Yep, impossible to stay mad at the kid.
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