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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:46 pm
Damien found his body moving in the white mist. It wasn't the grey mist that felt like a lifetime ago, that false name's lifetime ago. The air was peaceful, the little orbs of light guiding his way along the path. Trees, pale trees that began to fade in from the mist as far as he could see. Pale, barren trees that looked as if they have seen better days, but had their own queer charm. Until they met the largest of the pale trees. and it called to him, words of its tale and what it waned the hunter hound to do. "You wish to spread your seeds, to grow and thrive, is that correct?" he asked. He was wrong, it wanted to grieve at the same time. Either way, it was impossible to deny help. "I will do what I can". [Acorn- 9 mm]
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:58 pm
The path again was being set out for him, with the light of the orbs guiding the way forward past more of the trees, the children that the tree already had. It led to a area of wonder, a collection of clean, pristine water where the trees thrived in abundance. the water itself was calling in the same voice as the tree, begging for help and assistance and the providing of its water to the tree. Damien complied, cupping as much as he could in his palms and making the trek back, rivulets of water running down through the tiny gaps and dripping from his wrists on the way back. It was not as much as he started but he made the trip, offering the water not once, but thrice. the tree began to quiver with each offering, each meager handful of life providing water. Until an acorn dropped from its branches barely 9 mm in size a third of an inch, and a soft thank you from its relief.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:10 am
The orbs were back in place, gathering Damien to his feet once more for another trek, adamant on progression as he walked along, away from the acorn and its newly planted spot.
The water called to him again, as he sunk down to his feet to listen to the waters surface, its new request for the tree's acorn. feed it memories, it spoke. How was he able to do that, was there even a way to..
not long after did the darkness in the water drew his attention away, focusing on the item that was amassing itself under the surface, breaking the film of the water to emerge. A large bubble, a bubble that had himself in it.
It was a memory, one that he did not recall, but it seemed like the answer for his question was provided, gathering the large bubbles in his grasp one at a time, focusing on the images that was flowing from them.
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:11 am
 "Did you get the supplies?" There as no more time for courtesy, friendliness and happiness was a luxury use of time as Far as Damien was concerned. It was a matter of survival now. "So, did you get the energy and the food, stop making me ask you twice." the hound stressed again, his patience was slipping with this new recruit. The world was much crueler than the time back then. When there was a beacon to the Halloween community known as Amityville Academy still stood.
It lay in ruins now, dilapidated and broken and in shambles once the horseman destroyed the world, it was the first thing they went after, once they had enough power. The academy itself was broken but its residents were still thriving, and fighting back must to the horseman disdain. "I Got as much FEAR as i can muster sir." the scout replied back, meekly. he was still a green rookie, this monster that came to them with the hopes to make a difference. Damien was one of the lead scouts, green but in a different sense and hardened by the loss of a portion of the friends he grew up with. There was not even a shred of happiness in the hellhounds heart anymore. The idea of him being carefree as in the past would have made the current platoon fall over in shock. "As much is not enough." he stated with a hiss, getting in the face of the greenscout. "As much means we are that much closer to dying, do you hear me recruit?"This memory, it was far too intense for damien, the negativity and the strain of a world gone awry. Or maybe thats what the world was truly like, who was he to say? either way he hoped the image would be beneficial to the acorn.
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:12 am
"Pigfarts? Are you seriously going?" it was something that damien did not expect his father to question. Especially right at the very last minute in front of the train. "Its ok Father." Damien tried to reassure him, his last child that had the slightest inclination of magic in his little form. when he set the tree on fire that he liked to use as target practice for his punches and kicks. "This is the best place for me to learn better control, and be productive, its exciting. Don't be a downer dad."the tiny pup said with a pout, giving his father the look of "please don't embarrass me."
It was a real first step in his life and he could not wait to go about it, getting on the train and waving goodbye to his father as the train departed, turning everything tiny and farther, farther away till it was unable to see that station anymore.
It did not take too long to get to the main academy doors and go in, excited about what held in store for him. and everything faded to black.
So began the magical high school murder survival mystery."Again.... what?" damien did not know what to make of this memory. "Little acorn, please don't think badly of me."
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:13 am
"Come on its time for practice!" Damien was glad to be done with the mundane stuff like math and learning how to English. He was glad for the best part of the day. "Club time already, sweet." he yelled enthusiastically, shutting his locker and pulling out the change of clothes in his backpack. It was time for Swim club. The water was pleasantly cool, a welcoming sensation as he began to do his laps and stare at the sky that was just as blue as the water, thanks to the painted bottom of the pool. It was nothing but tight shorts and well shaped bottoms. This was the life.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:14 am
Night. It was a time to relax, to unwind and have fun, for some it meant work, the toil in the hours of silence when most of humanity was at rest. it was also when the deviants of the world normally begin to act. It was this time when Damien had to go to work, cleaning up these atrocities and bringing it to light.
To the light of day which was void at dusk.
It was a case he wasn't able to turn down, a personal request sent by a messenger boy from the police station. "Another locked room mystery, huh?" damien murmured, the cig in his mouth dropping ashes as he surveyed the room from the entrance.
The body of the victim was in a state of suspension, the ceiling fan was straining to move.
"It must be a very strong commercial variety of sorts." he said drying, donning the protective gear over his hair and shoes before stepping into the room. "This looks like an open and shut suicide case here sir, maybe we should just pack it in and get a drink."the inspector was quick to write this off, but not Damien, using a careful eye to look at every corner.
"Its not so simple, maybe you should go inspect the door for tampering."
He didn't care how well one could work, there were some knots that could not be made without help.
"How interesting." It looked as if tonight there was something afoot, and he wanted to be the one to solve it.Damien was glad at least this vision wasn't horribly depressing, it would have been nice to have something light and heartfelt.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:15 am
A promise was made. 99 battles. 99 victories and there would be freedom. It was what he agreed to as a youth, struggling on the street to survive. How he was an adult, scar and battle filled, the lust of war and victory was in his heart, the blood of his enemies was coated on his body. It was all for the goal they all shared, to be a free person, and well off.
this is why he toiled in the yard, practicing for battle every day, to win in the arena and survive.
Every day it was a fight to survive. winning meant much, good food, a warm bed with someone else be it male or female to share it, a better status as a gladiator and one more off the list.
its was the last fight for him tomorrow.
it was either his 99th win, or his fatal defeat.
It was Damien, and his twin Melas.
one or the other was going to get their 99th win.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:54 pm
The memories were strange, queer but the little acorn took them in just the same. It drank from it heavily. Images of horror and strife and confusion became on with it. and it grew, thrived from it with a flourish. It continued to grow and grow, getting strong. If it was one thing the memories had, it was the theme of strength, It still was not there yet. He had to do something about that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:58 pm
It was a cadtle in the distance that the light orbs brought him too, different little pool sections that brimmed with live giving waters. He chose from the warm water pool, the thoughts of a happy life that he had made the water feel warmer. "There, you've seen many horrors, it was time to see the other side of the coin, sapling." damien assured it, raining the water in a slow trickle from the top of the plant, letting it run down the stalk to its roots. and it grew. and grew. and became beautiful.
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