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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:34 am
( Journey thread for Mire (Remi) Task One ) The journey to the shrine was a short one, easy for the simple grey shade. It stood in the center, such a simple pedestal....wait. Writing..? "Or so it goes." Turning around he stared, suddenly frightened, he realized that there was someone there. Someone watching, waiting. She spoke for a while, something that was not lost on the shade. She even handed him something... there was a key attached. Somewhere this should have felt somewhere. The feel of it felt familiar, more os a sensory memory. She said to open it, see whats inside... only what greeted him was empty space. Confusion, his grey eyes looked up at the other, curiosity blooming. Oh... he had to go find the items for it. Okay, that he could do. Peering through the entryway, he stepped forward. It was a almost body numbing experience, he suddenly felt dizzy... even a little sick. The sight of the doors did not seem to phase him much. Each door had a different pull. Only one door was most certainly a 'NO' to him, and that was the one to the far right. It felt...almost malicious. Evil. The left felt peaceful, kind almost. THe middle felt like a mix of the two. Could he get the best of both worlds there...? He chose the middle door.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:14 pm
"Remii...."
Someone was calling out a word, a term. It was soft and barely audible. The word was short, easily spoken. If he chose to roll the word off his tongue it came and went easily.
"Remmiiiii..."
The voice again, a little stronger. That term once more. As he approached the voice there were pictures all around, memories of things that made him frown. Why was he remembering things? Faces were appearing all around, pictures of a forest and a cave. Of dirt and darkness. Smiles and frowns, Purple and blue. Of fur and of flame.
What were these things?
THUNK
With a jolt he turned, to see what had fallen. Only to see that really, it was something round and whole. Inside the item, something flowed free.
THUNK
Said something almost took a form, a familiar face. Wait...why was it familiar?
THUNK
Just like that, it flowed down.
THUNK
Within he saw, with much dispaire, a heart beat true in the box... not knowing from where.
Taking his fingers he carefully he worked at the edges, remembering. The heart of the matter. He needed this, this was what he was here for.
THUNK
It beat one last time before growing blissfully silent, placed into the bag.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:58 pm
Still he walked on.
He had to bring it back... the warm object in his pouch, the unbeating heart. It was calling to him, urdging him on. Even though his feet were starting to stick, each step was more labor intensive than the first...
"Please give it back."
A voice, not there when turning around. Why did that voice sound so familiar? Was it one of the faces from before? Still Mire continued on, step by grueling step. The voice was silent for a while, nothing happened until...
"Please give me back my-" Hands around his throat suddenly pushed him down, his body smacking the ground with a noise that should have sounded off. The ground instead absorbed in impact, he felt himself sticking to the mess. He tried to move, only be couldnt.
"Give me back my heart."
Looking up he saw a face, one of the faces. The eyes were black and the teeth close. He was going to kill him, just like that. His red heart glowed brighter for a second, instinct guiding his hands against the enemy shade. He could not have his heart back, Mire needed it. The goddess wanted it... and.
He pushed back against the shade with all his might. Call it survival instincts, call it luck. Something within called him and told him what to do, he had to force the other back. "I cant... i need it." He whispered back, the familiar face flicking in his eyes. He knew this face..
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:01 pm
The scissors were all he could do.
Mournfully, coughing up the sticky watery substance, he took the object and plunged it into the heart of his enemy. His goddess needed him, trusted him. This was something he had to do.
The other screamed, and vanished.
As Mire walked away from the scene, into the light, he could have sworn he saw someone....
but who else would have been there?
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:34 pm
( Task 2 ) "A dagger?" He questioned the goddess briefly, looking up at her form with a blink of his eyes and a swish of a greyed tail. He was more aware now, ready really. Mire watched after her curiously before examining the dagger closer. He was tempted to run a finger down the blade... would be bleed? Disappear? He did not dare to ask. Instead he shuffled to where he was told to go, looking around the room in its empty entirety. Until that is, a form was suddenly pressed against his face. The white eyes staring into him... Briefly he watched, mouth agape. What should he do? Oh yeah, RUN.
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:36 pm
The door, there was a door. Clearly this was the answer and he needed it to escape.
Only the door would not open, would not budge. There MUST be a way to open it! There had to be...
On the floor there was a piece of paper, which he snatched up cautiously only to find that his pursuer had gained a little more ground. A whimper, he kept the paper as a clue.
( Steps: 35/40 )
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:38 pm
Fear settled in to the place of panic. The world seemed to blue, the figure moving closer. It was babbling words at him...
Pictures flashed by as the voice seemed to take on a little more personality, a little more body. Mire cried out, wanting to get away. Nononono, he couldn't let the other catch him... what would he do if he knew?
If he knew he actually failed his task?
(30/40)
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:41 pm
The paper once more? But he already had it...
25/40
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:42 pm
Frustrated he pushed at the doors, a fist slamming against them as they refused to budge. The form was growing closer, halfway to him now... only a little while longer and it would be on him, frightening him.
Killing him.
It whispered words of failure, words of hate. He couldn't let it reach him.
20/40
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:44 pm
Still he tried at the door...
15/40
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:45 pm
edit nvm might be good if i ROLLED XD
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:46 pm
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:47 pm
He was going to die, he could practically feel it breathing down his neck...
10/40
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:48 pm
Almost there.... almost there...
5/10
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:49 pm
It was too late.
He sat there curled unto a ball, the dagger forgotten at his side as the blackened figure finally reached him. Curled against the door, he tucked his head between his knees and whined. "No...please no."
The honey silk voice is what met him, flowing across his senses and breathing a new sense of life into him. It assured him it wouldnt hurt. Just a pinch, a snap, a breath of a moment and it would be all over.
Still he hid, trying to protect his red center from whatever the other wanted to do. He knew it would hurt, the voice lied... it was going to hurt very much. Both in reality and in his mind.
There was nothing he could do.
Closer the hand drew towards him, the familiar scissors within the hands. The same ones they used to get the other heart... he felt cornered, ashamed. Was this the end?
Try as he may in the end he fell, victim to himself and those around him. Like a caged rat he waited, only his teeth were gone. All that was left as a empty shell, as a snip of blades and a flash of pain brought him back to this reality plain. He cried out, watching as the figure retreated with his beating heart.
The red glow was gone, the comforting feeling.
All was lost.
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