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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:56 pm
{ TASK 1 - Complete }
{ TASK 2 - Start } ... Huh?
Owl blinked once. Twice. Then just stared at the Goddess. What was she trying to escape? "Umm... I can't?" She asked quietly, listening to her speak. And watching as she cradled the scythe. "My fears?" What fears did she have?
She jumped a step back as the Goddess dropped down. She circled around her and Owl tried to stand still, but the urge to follow the Goddess with her eyes was strong. An instinct? Or just the odd feeling this Goddess was giving her?
Accepting the dagger, Owl held it awkwardly as she twisted it around to examine it. "Enough for what?" She asked, looking back up. Fend for herself? What was this Goddess talking about?! She didn't understand and wasn't sure what questions to even ask. And then the Goddess was just staring at her in a creepy fashion and Owl decided to back away, towards the thin opening.
... She was cold. And foggy. Sitting up, Owl groaned and rubbed at her face. Wait. When had she fallen asleep?! As she sat up, she realized she was on something hard. And equally cool. Looking down... it was a table. A solid metal table.
"What... " A hand was raised to cover her eyes as they became more focused. It was bright. Way too bright. It made her eyes hurt.
So did that awful humming! Where... was it the lights?
Sliding off the table, Owl took a few unsteady steps before noticing a door. She stumbled quickly over to it, trying the handle. It was unlocked! Opening the door revealed... a bright hallway.
Owl frowned, squinting her eyes. She took a hesitant step out into the hallway. And jumped as a door slammed. She whirled around, expecting to see the door she'd just come through shut. But it remained open. She stuck her head back through it, looking around. The table was gone and nothing was in the room.
"Okay this... is strange." She muttered.
Stepping back out the door, Owl began a slow pace down the hallway.
Thud.
Owl whirled around again. The door was open still. But there was noone. Just like before...
She started walking again.
Thud.
She froze, but almost didn't turn around again. Something prickled at the back of her neck and Owl turned around slowly. She could hear footsteps and a strange, scraping noise. And something... was there.
With rusted scissors.
They came closer.
Owl couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, just staring. At least until she felt claws grab at her neck. Whether it was instinct or something else, Owl found the ability to move again. She ran. Ran as fast as she could in terror.
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Kyrieko rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:45 pm
She breathed in and out in big gulps, trying to calm herself so she could focus on what she was supposed to do. Which... now that she thought on it, the Goddess hadn't told her what to do. Well that was just great and fantastic! Owl grumbled - or was that a growl? - and peered out from her hiding place behind one of the grey trees.
Nothing.
A look behind her...
Owl screamed and bolted, not bothering to look behind her again. It was still there. And would still be there. Making snip snip snip noises. She didn't want to know what that was.
"I'll get it back."
Owl shivered. She had a feeling she knew what it wanted back.
"I-I don't... have it... " She almost cried, but it came out in a whisper.
"Then I'll take your Heart."
Oh sweet Jack!
She skidded to a halt as she came out from the trees. Great. Just... great. The shadow breathed rapidly, looking all around but no. There was only the bridge in front of her. Swallowing, Owl moved closer to peer and poke her foot at the bridge. It... it looked sturdy enough. Right?
"I will take your Heart."
Yep. Sturdy enough for her! Owl ran. She didn't care what happened on that bridge, but as long as she stayed ahead of the creature, that was good enough. And somehow, she managed to cross the wrickety thing with hardly any fuss. A victorious smile started to spread across her lips when a loud crack made her jump and her back prickle. Looking behind her, again, Owl stared at the bridge. The boards she'd just run across had fallen. That... could have been her. Looking across to the other side...
It was still there.
[ Distance: 25/30 ft - I hope I did this right ;; I can't find ANYTHING that says the subtracted distance except a single post in the FAQ.]
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Kyrieko rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 2:02 pm
She slowed as she realized she'd reached another dead end. Her gaze was on the only structure there; a haunted house. Something... about it made her skin crawl. It wasn't the shadows cast from the haunted house - though those were strange and interesting at the same time. Owl curiously stepped closer to the haunted house, instinctively glancing behind her-
It was still coming!
Owl couldn't believe it had managed to cross the bridge! Her hands balled into fists... and she looked down at the dagger she'd held on to ever since the Goddess had given it to her. As she watched, it suddenly began to glow a bright red. Especially with those strange shadows all around.
And that one.
She clutched the dagger tightly, something akin to panic starting to set in. And then, the Goddesses words came back to her.
You will need to learn to fend for yourself, to take on your challenges and judge for yourself what it means to sacrifice.
Fend for herself. Sacrifice. There was only one thing for her to do. Owl faced the figure and lunged, dagger held firmly as it mirrored her actions and lunged with the scissors.
... "Skeeter don't leave!"
"I have to go! But I'll come home and visit, okay? Promise."
"But... yer my bestest best friend."
"Don't give me that faaace! I'm only going to school. Not away forever!"
... I took your heart.
We've met before.
[GAME OVER]
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 2:43 pm
Her eyes tingled as she stared face to face at the disfigured creature. One that looked so familiar and yet... she couldn't place why. Those small pieces of a memory. They didn't make sense! Instinct told her to get away as it reached towards her, cradling her head. But she couldn't move.
Thud thud.
That... was her heart beating.
"Don't worry. It only hurts once."
Snip. Snip.
Pain. Sharp and intense but gone so quickly she barely registered what had caused it. She lay there, staring and feeling empty.
Thud thud.
Her heart.
So familiar...
I'm sorry.
The figure stared at her with blank eyes for a long moment, before turning and walking away. One hand held her heart tightly. The other... a rusted pair of scissors.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:43 pm
Owl just... blinked. She was little? Well... she kind of felt short, but... huh?
She stepped closer, examining this new goddess curiously. She was much more chipper then the others. And appeared to be in a very good mood. "O-Okay." Owl replied, standing awkwardly where she was and watching the Goddess. Who seemed to be having a dilemma with her tray. When she was offered one of the objects on it, and told the name, Owl felt something stir in her mind. But that was about all she felt.
"Thank you." She took the cookie and sniffed at it, then just held it in her hand.
"Umm... I guess?" Owl wasn't quite sure how to answer that. Or what the Goddess was trying to get at. Maybe there was nothing between the lines.
"... Love?" The word rolled off her tongue, foreign and somehow familiar. "Love." She kind of liked the word. It had a nice ring to it. "What's a tea party?" But she got no answer to that one. Maybe they had something to with 'love'?
Moving forward, she peered around the Goddess at the gate. Smiling a little up at the Goddess, Owl padded past her and through the gate.
The sound of something strange drew her to a stop, head tilted as she listened. It was music. It was nostalgic. And unexplainable-
"What is this?!" Owl held out her hands as soft white flakes drifted from the sky. She glanced up seeing only heavily grey clouds. And more of the white stuff falling. She brushed her hands of it took a step... and heard a crunching. Looking down she found even more of the white powdery stuff. And footprints! Oh Jack! Were those her footprints?! Taking another experimental step... yes! They were indeed!
Giggling a little, Owl turned towards the table she'd noticed. On closer inspection, she discovered two jars. One pink. And one blue. She picked the pink one up first, sniffing at it and smiling. The feelings she got from that jar were quite pleasant! Setting it down, Owl picked up the blue jar next. Her smile faded as sad feelings prickled her mind. Holding this jar, it felt as if she were waiting for... something.
Or someone.
Something shimmered across her thoughts, unobtainable. Whatever it was, or some other reason, Owl couldn't put the blue jar back down. It was then she belatedly noticed the tag on it.
Drink Me.
Considering what other options she had, and the jars, she drank the contents of the blue jar. Mild concern crept through her, and the urge to glance over her shoulder. Like someone was supposed to be there and wasn't. She frowned, feeling dissatisfied with this. That wasn't right! Something... one... was supposed to be there! But what? Who?!
The table caught her attention as it seemed to spin and the contents changed. Kind of like she was feeling at the moment. And then there were snacks of all sorts! Blinking in surprise, Owl stepped closer to examine what all had appeared. A fragile cupcake. Withered candies. And... something that kind of resembled chocolate?
"Do I take one?" She murmured aloud, frown deepening. Well, if that was the case... which one did she take? She studied each item for a moment, before letting her gut choose the best. She took the candies.
And felt immensely guilty for doing so. Or... for something else she'd done? Owl set the rest of the candies back down, rubbing at her arm. Why had she done that? Maybe she should have chosen the cupcake... Her throat felt dry all of a sudden. Probably from the guilt. And conveniently, three tea cups had appeared. And once again, she had a choice. Greaaaat. She glanced between the three for several minutes this time, but kept coming back to one tea cup in particular.
She chose the deep red tea cup.
She remembered her heart racing. The fastest it had ever beat before. There was a loud 'thump thump' in her ears and a 'roaring' sound. The sound of her heart.
Every inch of her body burned with terror. And pain. She could hardly breathe from the pure shock of it all.
Of course... she was trying not to breathe hard and give away just how terrified she was of the figure before her. A seemingly innocent being made of flesh and blood. But she knew differently. Knew the scent of Them. Recognized their weapons.
Like the one that was pointing right at her again.
"You're mine, dog."
Hunter.
More pain. More fear. She couldn't even hear the sound of his boots her heart was so loud.
She was going to die, wasn't she? Die at one of Their hands. And fail... Him.
Someone important.
Someone very special.
Looking up, all she could see was the sight of the gun's barrel pointing down at her, inches from her stomach.
"It's just business."
Thump thump.
And then, there was only fear and pain.
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Blinking rapidly and checking herself over, Owl gasped as she realized... that wasn't happening now. It had been a... memory? Looking back for the cup she'd drank from, she found, instead, a teapot.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:08 am
gaia_nitemareleft Completed Tea Passport Trips gaia_nitemareright gaia_crown Ikait [ Here! ] gaia_crown Vaneda [ Here! ] gaia_crown Rostym [ Here! ] gaia_crown Amity [ Here! gaia_crown Imuiel [ Here! ] 
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:12 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood Red Description: The flavour of Fear is overwhelming, with a deep spice of terror to give it a bitter edge. Your commentary on its flavour: There was danger in this memory, that much was evident. Ruse felt her muscle stiffen, waiting for the threat to show itself. Anger tore at her mind at the figure that came at the girl, feeling her fear and pain. This wasn't right. Why was he attacking? She was about to fail, and the figure just passed it off as businessOh, if only she could fight this person herself. She would rip him to shreds...
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:00 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood Red Description: Terror. Your commentary on its flavour: His heart raced in time with the brewer of the tea's. He knew almost nothing of this monster attacking her but it was nothing like anything he had ever fought, this thing, was merciless, unbeatable, and intelligent. He felt as though he was trapped in her body, frozen, the deception in their figure was alarming, it didn't look threatening but its eyes help all the malice in the world, looked at her with pure hatred. 'business' it had said, feigning guilt. 'thump thump' a feral scream tore from his throat as he felt the pain, the pure terror. When he came to he had fallen to his knees, throwing the cup from him he trembled ever so slightly, anger had reigned his life, he had never known the feeling of pure terror, now he knew...
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:10 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark red Description: Panic, terror, fear, regret Your commentary on its flavour: Coyote cringed, jerking away from even one small taste. Her heart was pounding, her blood was rushing through her ears, and she felt paralyzed with fear. This was horrible, cruel even, and she felt a surging of hate for the one holding the gun. So cold, so utterly mechanical. It's only business.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:52 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Mahogany Description: Strange smell, very bitter with regret and anger Your commentary on its flavour: Hunter, predator . . . The word rang oddly in her ears, but the taste of fear made her self-conscious of herself. Was this what it was like for prey? In a way she wished she didn't know at all, but the bitter taste (how cold must someone be to call death "business"?) would not leave her. And the disappointment of letting someone down was also hard on its own to handle . . . Poor thing, Rostym thought with knit brows, wondering why she was all alone at all. No-one should fight like that . . .
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:49 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Maroon Description: Sorrow, Terror, Pain. Your commentary on its flavour: His own body shook in fear from this memory. his hand hurriedly clutched to his chest tightly as it pounded in his chest. This memory was more familiar than any of the others that he had felt. Letting out a weak sigh, he placed the cup down and stared at it. This was one memory that he would not forget.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:58 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Red Description: frightening, sad, regret Your commentary on its flavour: Thean gripped the teacup as her heart raced with the one in the memory. She jolted out and looked around, expecting to see someone coming after her. "Just business." Who would do that on just business? What kind of sick mind? And who was she disappointing? Thean felt sympathy for the girl in the memory. She felt like she had gone through that too, the fear of disappointment of others. She shakily set the cup down, tasting the last dregs of it on her tongue.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:07 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Red Description: Chilling, terrifying, regret... Your commentary on its flavour: Liom wanted to put the tea down the minute the memory flashed for him, another memory filled with unhappy things. The others had changed up on him, leaving him with a different feeling than he had started with but this one didn't. It held on to the fear and the regret of this poor girl being hunted and attacked. (His breathing had hitched without him even realizing). A terrible thing no person should have to go through, his eyes narrowed at the tea and he set it down and walked away.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:49 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood Red Description: Fear. Lots of Fear. Pain. Failure. Your commentary on its flavour: He could feel the fear, of the danger that the other in the memory held. He could feel pain, and the possible chance of disappointing someone. But mostly, he felt fear. He didn't like that feeling, the feeling of fear.
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