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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:05 pm
This is the RP contest for Jade Wind (wick, not name)
 Duration: June 22 - June 30
The contest will end at midnight on the 30/6 Gaia-time, meaning if the time stamp says it's posted on June 30 it's in xP
Rules
- Follow ToS and shop rules
- No using literacy from any other source besides your head. This includes song lyrics and poems
- If you win you'll be disqualified from the Honey Blossom auction
- Entries will be judged by me, BitchSlap Barbie
Object
Write a prompt which tells me about this constellation, who he is and what he's good at. Post it in this thread.
Have fun~ <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 5:36 pm
"Stories are creatures of great beauty, or terrible wretchedness. Music tells stories in a way that words cannot; a Capriccio journey, the dissonance of love's miscommunications, an elegy for a lost dream... and finally, a Nocturne for another day. Although our music must acknowledge the night, the end of our previous lives, within that descent there is hope. In good music, I feel that there must always be hope." – Scirocco of the Jade Wind; messenger, bard, wind elementalist
Wisps of grapefruit pink decorated the blue sky over Scirocco. He made his way down the dirt path, his feet aching and his bag bouncing against his hip. Although he should have been covered in dust from his long journey, Scirocco’s winds swept him clean. He carried messages from all corners of their known world, gathering music and stories as he went. Now, he was returning home. Down the path, at the edge of the Lost Village, a Constellation with pink hair sat on a barrier made of crumbling stones. Scirocco hurried up when he saw the Constellation waiting for him, his exhaustion giving way to joy. The Constellation waved prematurely; how could Scirocco possibly say hello from that distance? Scirocco knew, even this far away, that the constellation was already grinning from ear to ear.
Scirocco opened a bottle of powdered lavender flowers and raised it above him, tapping a little out. Before it could fall, he tugged a breeze along with his other hand and carried the scent to the pink-haired Constellation. Scirocco laughed, a gentle, warm sound which carried along that same breeze. The Constellation that waited for him stretched, inevitably yawned, and was curled up on the stones. Such was the ability of Scirocco’s winds; he could tap any powder into a breeze and control it. In this case, however, it was an innocent calming balm for his brother.
The daylight was fading too fast. He had been on the road for days, traveling through the Emerald Forest to the Port city of Priyal, collecting stories and playing his instruments for those he encountered. Scirocco had an incredible memory for detail, and never wrote anything down. Although he had an excellent memory for music and words, Scirocco was not very good at understanding someone's emotions unless they put it to him musically. If asked what his favourite day was, Scirocco would have to say, "A Legato day, with a pleasant walk crescendo and an obbligato accompanied by a loved one." His brother would then smack him, probably, and try to translate.
Scirocco was finally close enough to his brother for a proper greeting. He reached into his bag and passed the rows of vials, choosing instead a little clay instrument which looked like the belly of a pregnant woman, holes lined up on one side and a fine mouthpiece on the top. He blew a little trill, and repeated it. It was his way of calling his brother's name. His brother stirred, rose, and leaped off the stones, almost tripping over his own feet. Scirocco returned the instrument to his bag before his brother tugged him into an embrace. "Well met, brother," Scirocco said, his voice like cinnamon in a cup of cocoa, or a tropical breeze drifting through organza curtains. He clasped his brother on the back and drew away, standing with one hand balanced on his satchel, the other flat at his side.
"Hey! You took too long, I thought you were eaten by a Susikoira, or something," his brother grinned, winking. "Good thing you weren't; would have given the poor thing indigestion."
"Lemon, you are a queer thing for a brother of mine." Scirocco shook his head, a little smile forming. His yellow scarf twirled lazily in a breeze that belonged to him, and him alone. It was almost his aura, the way Scirocco seemed to keep it circling around him. He seemed to breathe easier than anyone around him, his current constantly churning. It even made his hair flutter gently against his face.
"Half-brother. Clearly, that explains why I'm so much fun to be around and you just make me want to nap all the time." Lemon flipped a lock of his pink hair up, blowing on it to get it out of his eye. He grinned in his wolfish way and hopped back up on the stones. The day was more grapefruit than blue, and less grapefruit than ink; descending into night. "Sometimes, though, I'm afraid you won't come back. I mean, you have to realize how much quieter it is without me!" Lemon laughed. Scirocco shook his head, and stood on the stones beside his brother. He patted him on the head. Were they really brothers? Sometimes, neither of them were sure that was true, but they felt the bond nevertheless. It took less thinking and more feeling.
Scirocco traveled around the land, looking for stories of an item which might lead him to the thing itself. When they were little, Lemon and Scirocco, he had heard a story of an instrument that spoke with the voices of the spirits. Scirocco wanted so much to find that magical instrument that he had begun his travels, but he always returned home. He was sometimes away for vast periods of time, but when he returned, things were almost always as he had left them. Lately, things had been more chaotic, and he could see it on his brother's face. There was even a bandage wrapped up around one of his wrists. "Do you have any stories to tell me, brother mine?" Scirocco looked down at his brother, one brow quirked. Lemon looked up at him.
Scirocco embodied many of the things Lemon was not, but also embraced some similarities. Scirocco was a bard, a nomad, a poet, and most of all, he was skilled with wind manipulation. Like his brother, he loved to journey; however, Scirocco was softer and more considerate than his brother. Lemon tended to frustrate others, whereas Scirocco lived and breathed harmony. His most popular talent, and the one which brought him the most joy to use, was a technique for playing instrumental constructions with his wind gift. "I'll tell you my story if you play for me," Lemon said, laying back on the stones, using Scirocco's feet as a pillow. "It's a pretty good story, too. Worth a really good song."
"Oh?" Scirocco said, simply, an amused smile slipping across his face. Scirocco's desire to find that legendary instrument often parted him from his brother, whom he cared for, despite himself. Scirocco was constantly torn between his home and that which he desired; without one, he yearned for the other. He tugged breezes towards him, stirred up idle air and put it to work, channelling the wind into the wooden and metal constructions his brother had set up on the edge of the Lost Village, close to their childhood home. He played a song which encompassed that yearning, the division between joy and sadness. Finally, it joined the two, and settled into silence, the echo of his music drifting away. Lemon stood up on the stones next to his brother and clasped one arm around his shoulders, tugging Scirocco into his side and letting go. "'Good music always ends with hope', huh? Even after all these years?"
Scirocco just smiled, evening breezes settling in around him and his brother like a soft blanket.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 9:09 am
I has an entry I just can't post it till after the midnight showing tonight...I hope thats okay.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 1:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:23 am
The wind is naught but a whisper, yet who could resist the stories that gust from distant times and realms?
Perched cross-legged upon the moss and vegetated outcrop, two gentle voices mingled with one another, the fluttering whisper of wind and the soft chuckle of a rather aloof constellation. Yu smiled in tranquility, his eyes fixated on distant point as if he were looking at someone…someone who definitely wasn’t there. At least not someone the average moonfolk would acknowledge. “No…please go on. What happened then?”
As if lost in a story, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. A faint whistle responded, his scarf and locks dancing about him as if animating the tale with elaborate gestures. “Nooo!?” Eyes wide, Yu let his mouth fall agape as the tale turned to a climax, his breath tight in his chest. The wind certainly had a way of catching his intrigue but how could it not?
Yu had felt the presence of air’s gentle whisper and calling since he could remember. If there was ever eyes and ears of the world it would be the air. It was everywhere and traveled constantly. Traveled over land and sea, through caves and bubbled along a babbling brook until released back into the sky as it leaves the cascading waterfall. It has been panted and breathed in for a maidens hushed gasp or rushed through a set a lips or small opening to whistle out in a tune. It has carried the leaves of fall and birds of flight. Escorted clouds. The wind held the worlds greatest ventures…and all you had to do was listen.
“And the cloud cried? I never knew that the rain was a clouds sorrow.” His smile turned down slightly and he looked up at the few swirling mounds of fluff that remained overhead. Could those could be in pain? Happy to have watered the realm? Nervous of how long it would be before they reformed? Yu’s lips parted in a soft sigh and lowered his gaze back to the wind about him, raising his hand up to let the breeze wrap about his fingers. The movement was answered with a mysterious shimmer. As is millions of tiny particles were reflecting the sunlight.
The wind always glimmered about Yu. When he was young he had been so curious about it and so he had asked the wind why this was so. It was the aether of jade it had said. Not just any old shimmering wind. Aether was descended from the heaven…and as such was powdered with jade. The miniscule gem stones allowing him to create to illusions about him as the sun refracted upon them.
The winds story at an end, Yu bowed his head to his companion and rose from the outcrop. His feet moved soundlessly over the ground as he walked over the loose gravel and vegetation. His movement so fluid it was if the very wind carried him about the earth and stone. That poor cloud. A single tear streaked sown his cheek as he wished he could share in the cloud’s rain. The aether about him began swirling together to form the beautiful bird that had been the clouds friend. He watched the bird fly about him, flapping its wings and tweeting a similar song the wind used to whisper to him.
He hummed along lithely not really paying attention to where he was headed. Never did. Like the wind he wished to wander. To see what it saw and feel as it felt. There was so much in the world he simply wished to see. Normally a travelers existence is lonely…and truth be told he didn’t mind. After all…with the whispering wind he was never alone. Not to mention the after affects his jade could have on others. Especially women. Not that Yu disliked women…he simply didn’t know why they stared at him with that goofy intense smile and twirled about their hair. It was almost as if he was permanently flushed in a girls presence. Had he ever asked the wind why this was so, the answer would have been simple. Jade had the power to arouse a female body and mind and the dusty wind that pulled at his messy locks was certainly no exception.
Only Yu…Yu hadn’t quite discovered the value of company yet, romantic or casual. It was probably the talking to himself that put other moonfolk off but…couldn’t they hear the wind as well? Couldn’t anybody at all? Maybe one day they would…and if not…perhaps Yu would whisper the tale anew. Sharing the wisdom only the wind and air could offer him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 1:46 pm
Thank you for the lovely entries~~ <33
The winner is Face your demons~~
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