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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:36 pm
Thean walked into the shrine to receive her next task. She immediately felt at home, comforted by her goddess in Her presence. However, as she approached Her statue, Thean noticed Paranoia was missing. Where had the goddess gone? She turned this way and that, searching for Her.
But then she sees her goddess, working on something. Wires weave in and out of the darkness around her frame. She looks beautiful. She looks up and Thean bows.
"Thank you for letting me see you goddess."
The goddess replies that she has a gift for Thean, and she couldn't be more honored. She takes it with a bow and is encourage to open it. Thean gently opens the bag. However there is nothing inside. She thinks maybe this is her gift? A symbol for something? But no, the goddess replies that there has been an error. That Thean must help her.
"Anything for you my goddess. Tell me what you need."
She replies that she needs Thean to go into the labs to get a heart and is handed a pair of scissors. She beams at Thean and urges her to go. So Thean goes happily with the blessing of Her in her heart.
When she enters the doors, she notices three other doors leading to the labs. She thinks that the second door, with whorls like wires seems like a good choice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:06 pm
Thean walks through the door slowly. She starts to hear voices, see images some that she seems to remember from the pat, as if in a dream. She blinks and tries to remove them her vision from her mind but they will not go. She starts to panic. But as soon as they come, they leave, leaving Thean with utter darkness. She would almost prefer images to what she felt in the inky wet of jet darkness. She walks forward.
Thud.
The hallway seems to move and twist as she stepped, as if it were a creature. It felt weird. And then something hard and solid. Oof. Thean felt around it. It felt like a crate, and it was open.
Thud.
She grabs whatever is sticking out of it. It feels like fabric. She reaches in the box. Mostly fabric. But she had heard a thud. Thean looks in. Something glowing a pale yellow like her heart is wedged in the box. It must be a heart. She begins to cut with her scissors to extract it.
Thump.
She cuts through layer after layer, string after string, tie after tie, careful to not hurt the heart. As she cut, she heard whispers of a name, Ander. Who was Ander? She vaguely remembered a feeling of warmth and white hair. Kind eye, an a wicked one. What did it mean? No matter. When the heart is ready to be removed, she lifts it and gently places it into the bag given to her.
As she grabbed it, she was suddenly assaulted with pictures. All of it was red. She felt impossibly small and surrounded by a warmth never felt before. Her whole body was in a vice. She tried to kick only to connect with something squishy. She twisted right then left. Something moved beside her. She caught sight of blue eyes mirroring her own. She felt a connection, a cosmic link when she looked. Like something from a dream...
And then it was gone.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:12 pm
Thean shook herself. What was that? She turned and tried to head back the way she came. The floor felt even more insubstantial and slimy than before she came in. Was that even possible? She shook her head and continued on. She started to feel water creeping up her legs. She didn't remember water.
She continued to walk, hoping to lose the puddle she stood in. But it kept getting deeper. And deeper. And deeper. It was up to her waist, no her neck. She felt like she was close to drowning.
And then something grabbed her. It spun her around and she looked into two blue eyes. Brother.
He plunged Anthe under the surface whispering, give me back my heart. Why had she taken her brother, Ander's heart? She remembers swinging together in the backyard. The summer breeze playing through her hair, wings and feathers drifting behind them. She remembers the happiness.
Why did he want to kill her?
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:18 pm
Thean is slowing down. Her movements less frantic as her oxygen leaves her. She can't leave this world, leave her goddess. It wasn't fair. She had so much service to do for Her. She cries out, knowing she must survive and thrusts her scissors into her brother. She cries. And he disappears.
She isn't in water anymore. She coughs and cries. She throws up. What had she done? She killed her own brother. Grief filled her. She was a murderer. Of her own family. how could she even live? Those memories, full of happiness were forever tainted by her crime.
Thean drags herself up and continues to wal tears blurring her eyes, and cramps plaguing her body. She sees light through the darkness and walks toward it. She has made it to the door. She turns back one last time to the scene of the crime and she sees him. There with hollow eyes. She throws up.
She is holding her scissors.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:44 pm
Task 2 Thean slowly blinks. When did she come into the presence of the Goddess of Destruction. She bowed her head in respect. "You cannot escape forever." Escape what? Thean thought. But the Goddess continued. Facing her fears? Eat or be eaten? She wasn't making any sense. But even if she wasn't, a cold fear gripped Thean's chest. As quickly as it came though, it disappeared. Weird. The Goddess approaches her and holds out a jeweled dagger. Thean takes it reverently, any gift from a Goddess is sacred. She comments on solving the mystery. Which one? The one of where she came from? What Thean was, or was doing here? There were too many mysteries. The blade starts to rust, reminiscent of the Goddesses' namesake. She points to a sliver of light and Thean reluctantly walks toward it and in. ----- Thean jerks upright. Weird. How had she fallen asleep. She blinked against the light burning her eyes. She scrubbed at them, waiting for the spots in her eyes to stop swimming behind her lids. The second time she opened them, it was better. She felt what she was on. Metal. She looked around. A table. She slowly slid off and examined the room. Four white walls. Many white lights. The noise was deafening in the confined space. She needed to get out of this resonating deathtrap or she would go mad. She approached the door she had noticed and quickly exited. The hallway is also bright and white. Thean steps out and hears something slam. She looks back. The door is still open. She starts walking. The hall seems to go on forever and ever. But thats not possible. The feeling being here is unnerving. She walks a bit faster when she sees an exit. Thud. WHat was that? She whips around, nothing there. Thud. She turns around. They are watching. The thing looks unnerving with its big inky depths. The look it gives is horrifying, with its rusty scissors clenched in one had. Thean starts to run. She reaches the door but it is locked. There is a keypad to enter in a code. She bangs on the door.
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molly8972 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:47 pm
Thean hears words whisper through the quiet, " Don't you remember me sister? You should..." That voice sounds familiar....Thean seizes up and her eyes blur. She know that voice. It sounded like....
Thean sat on a bench eating ice cream with a figure. She turns laughing to the figure happy as can be. He got ice cream on his nose and she reaches up to wipe it off, saying her shouldn't be so clumsy. As she touches him, she feels a searing pain and cries out. That last thing she sees is him doubling down also.
Thean came back to the present with that strange snippet... So she did know that thing....
Feet:35
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molly8972 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:52 pm
Thean then notices a slip of paper. What was this? She read it carefully.
A=0, B=1, C=3
What kind of crap was this? How the hell was this going to help her get out. She freaks out silently because if she is afraid more the figure will move faster. But it already notices her freak out.
"Why don't you wait for me? No reason to be scared..."
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molly8972 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:01 pm
Thean looks at the slip again. She reads it over mulling abut. What could it mean? She knows its part of the code, but what part? She assumes numbers correspond to letters. But what combination?
Meanwhile the figure gets closer.
Feet: 25
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molly8972 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:03 pm
Then Thean notices another slip of paper to her right. Why hadn't she seen that before? Cause she was freaking out, thats why. She snatched it up and read frantically. She reads the letters:
A C E G
Okay. So she knows A is 0. C is going to be 2. What was E? She looks at the cipher. The number corresponds to a successive letter. So 4 for E and 5 for G. She punches the code in and the door opens. She runs through.
Feet: 25- PASS
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molly8972 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:09 pm
Thean is outside. In a forest. She has no time to think about what or where she is. She just needs to run. She runs through the trees to a rickety old bridge. she begins to cross. She hears the creature cry out:
" You can run but you can't hide sister! YOu took my heart and I will take YOURS. Be sure of that."
Thean feels the gusts of wind buffeting the bridge. It sways and roils like an angry sea. She clutches the rickety ropes for balance and looks down. She gasps at the sight of the fall. But she has no time. She stands up and begins to move but, there are thumps. and snips. She turns around and there HE is. The mangled creature with her brothers voice smiles.
"Gotcha."
He grabs her head. She struggles at first but then becomes paralyzed when the creature starts to squeeze. She is filled with raw terror. The creature leans down next to her ears and nuzzles close. His foul breath washes across her and she tries to gag but can't. She hears a thudding sound. Where was that? She realizes its her heart.
"Don't worry," coos the voice, "It only hurts once. And now we can be together. FOREVER."
And she hears the rusted scissor snip. Pain. Agony. Overwhelming grief and anguish. WHY had she started this. The last thing she sees is the back of the all too familiar walking away with scissors and a heart.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:42 pm
Task 3 Thean blinks awake to the smell of fresh baking and tea. She groggily sits up and looks around. She stands up and notices the Goddess of Longing holding a tray of something. She walks toward her. She says something about meanies and how they may have hurt her. She thinks about it. What were meanies? Huh. She politely declines the cookie. Thean's interest is piques when the Goddess talks about feeling love and a range of other emotions. Thean thinks that would be... interesting. She happily agrees to attend a tea party with the Goddess. "Go on," she urges, "Oh, I'm so curious to see what beautiful emotions you will make!" Emotions making something? what did she mean? The Goddess urged her into the backyard through a gate to grey foliage and large table that is empty.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:21 am
Thean walked over to the table. She felt flakes of white drift down and lay on her and the ground. It crunched slightly as she walked while music was playing. She had heard it before maybe? It felt nostalgic as if from a dream.... She turns to look at the table. She sees two jars, a pink and a blue. The blue seems to be calling for her, so she grabs it. Thean notices the tab. Drink Me. Welp, bottoms up! She grabbed it and chugged it down, thinking nothing of it. The Goddess wouldn't hurt her tremendously, would she? She feels agitated. What could she have forgotten? How could she have forgotten? Thean stews as the table spins and presents sweets. Thean has no interest in thinking about what to choose so she just grabs the chocolate. She has a vague remembrance of the stuff.. It was very rich, and immediately she felt feeling she had never felt settle deep in her heart. She need something to drink. She grabbed the closest teacup, a gray one.
"Anthe.... don't take in a word she says okay? She was just being explosive and didn't mean it. You know how Serra is, right?" Yeah she did. She got angrier. Serra thought her brother was perfect. The better twin. Heck EVERYONE thought that. She was simmering when she said,
"Yeah whatever. I'm gonna walk."
"Well lets go together...." "NO" she said firmly, now boiling. She stomped off.
WHY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK HE WAS SO PERFECT. The green eyed monster within Anthe reared it's ugly head. 'It's because he is so kind. He does everything with a smile doesn't he? And your'e just a little frowny face.'
No that wasn't true.
'Oh yes it is. Your'e just the debbie downer of EVERY group you join. They all compare you to him you know. And you know what they say? He's better. He's ALWAYS better than you.'
Anthe walked over to a bench and sat down, cradled her face in her hands. Was it truly that way? She realized now that it was. She would always be compared, and he would always win. He was brighter, happier, better than she was. He would always be winner, and she would always be loser. And there was no way out of it.
Anthe hung her head and cried wretchedly from the pain of it all.Thean comes to staring at her tea. She sees a tear drop into the dregs of what is left. She shakily sets the teacup down and puts her head in her hands. She felt twisted up inside. But she had something to do. She steeled herself wiped her tears and looked up. In front of her was a dainty book. Thean opened it and read about what it was. When finished she looks up. The table looks infinite with teacups. She stands up and goes to the nearest one. Well better start somewhere..... -Tea Tasted- OwlLyzziGanximeiEzophyrLinithidKlinailRizetmer'ylBalttyMylispZanna KossaVassou
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:36 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bright Aqua Description: Bitter, with a hint of sympathy. Love, perhaps, but fleeting, and overshadowed quickly by anguish. Your commentary on its flavour: She'd cried. Sarviur could not imagine it, really, and thought himself fleetingly stronger for having accepted his own past friend's boisterousness. And yet he knew the acuteness of that pain, that resentment-mixed-with-love. He was fairly certain Anthe loved him, anyway: he was kind to her, after all. And of course it hurt to be compared: it seemed as though he himself had been too cowardly to even let himself be compared. So perhaps the anguish made sense. But still, Sarviur resolved not to let his own envy take hold of him like that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:52 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Seafoam Description: A bitter unhappiness with pain and guilt with regrets tied into a battle between love and envious hatred. Your commentary on its flavour: After the first sip Mel'ae placed the cup back down, staring at it with a pained look on her face. The bearer of this memory had so much pain inside for feeling how they did, but could not help it be it the truth or a lie. And how she had not been supported. Tears choked at her eyes and she wiped them away. It was a heavy burden, envy. Especially of family and Mel'ae knew it all too well. She was feeling sympathetic and worried for her, the tears she could feel mixing into her own. It was very sad and eating away at the memory bearer. Mel'ae felt uneasy as she let the cup be, confused at how she should be feeling.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:56 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Bitter and sorrowful Your commentary on its flavour: The taste of this was difficult to swallow. It was clear the sister was envious. But was it really her fault? It was hard to proud of who you were when you were always being compared to someone else and looked down on when you didn't quite measure up to their standards. Though it was hardly the brother's fault. On the contrary, he had been kind to her. But perhaps that kindness only added to the bitterness.
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