Why had she been the only one to survive? She stared at her bandaged hands. The only one…
A sneer as she slammed her foot down, burying the human’s head into the ground. She leaned forward. “Having fun now?”
The wind brushed her face as she zoomed through the sky. Her laughter echoed as she hovered, then dove downwards with a blade in her hand.
Sea green eyes intensely stared at the woman, who spun around in graceful circles and arms moving. Jaida watched the dance for a few moments before moving herself, mimicking it to near perfection. She grinned.
She buried her face into Zhi’s fur. She smiled.
She would always trust Medea. There were no questions as she reached for the cup and drank.[/i
She snickered. “Alright, alright.” Reluctantly, she sheathed her dagger and walked over to her fellow horseman. “All better?
”I’m Jay! What about you?” “I’m Zhi!”
She laughed as she reached over to place a playful peck on his lips.
Smiling, Jaida twirled around in her dress and looked up. “You’re amazing!”
”Do you miss them sometimes?” He paused, then answered, “I do.”
She laughed. “Sorry about falling on you.”
Their blades clashed. She paused, then jumped back.
As she woke up, the floorboards creaked.
Home…home…It kept whispering in her ears.
She laughed as she waved for them to follow. “Come on!”
Her lips moved, forming words that came together as a song.
Everything was muddled inside her head as she walked through the fog.
She woke up. Grinning, Jaida strolled toward the window and looked outside.
Humming, Jaida plopped down under a tree and began making a flower chain.
Jaida stumbled through the hallway.
She buried her face into the back of his neck. She hummed.
”It’s been a while since we’ve done this, eh?” Her blade glinted in the light.
Eyes grew wide as she stared at the hunter in front of her. “What’s wrong?”
He smiled down at the little girl, but the smile didn't reach the sadness in his eyes. She said she felt like this had been a mistake. He felt a lot like she didn't love him now, not after...
"Daddy? Can we play 'science man' when you get home from work?"
('Science man' involved a lot of pouring milk into water into orange juice, just to see what would happen. Alone.)
"Sure, sweetie. If daddy isn't too tired."
(Work involved a lot of pouring chemical a into chemical b at the requisite ratio, diluting it, then testing it, typically failing, and trying all over again. It was always tiring.)
She said she felt like this had been a mistake, and sometimes he found himself thinking it too.
Mimsy couldn't hear it, but she could see it through the love that faded in his eyes.
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"Basically I'm recruiting you to help in the library for my specialization. You have the option to say no, of course. It's essentially a quantum ******** of reading, writing and translating."
"I wouldn't mind if it helps you guys, Cap'n! Even the office work stuff."
"So...what does Stormy get out of this?"
"Absolutely nothing but extra work on top of her mist duties," Ami said in deadpan tone, absolutely serious. "But that's what trainees are for."
Lex whispered to the mist, winking. "And I'll be your buddy."
And she forgot what it was like to be part of something greater, to feel the thrill of her superiors' attention, to feel responsible for something important, to feel small and self-conscious that someone even looked her way.
"May-maaaay. May-laaaaah. MAY-TAHHHH," she half cooed, half growled as she stomped around and lifted her greatsword, gesturing with her head for Evan to come at her. "Furby strong! Furby great!"
"Don't you start that," Evan warned, smacking at Stormy's sword with the flat of his own blade, "or we might have to drop Furby in the ocean a little."
"Oh my God, Stormy," Tuck choked out, shaking his head at the little Mist. She was so damned adorable that it hurt. "Come on, then, Furbybutt. Hit Evan with your best shot."
And she forgot what it was like to be part of a family that had come together because of the mess they had all signed up for, and what it was like to annoy and tease and snoop on brothers because she had a sisterly right to.
"It doesn't make you a bad Hunter," Candace assured her with a warm smile. "I've had my share of meltdowns. They suck. But sometimes having them makes you feel better after, to let it out..Have you ever taken a night to just lock the door, turn off the lights, put on some sad music and just..cry? Just let it all out when things are quiet, to think about the things that are bothering you and just cry until you can't cry anymore? I find it therapeutic, to stop holding it in and let it all go." Candace idly turned her empty coffee mug in her hands. "From watching you now you seem like a pretty strong girl, but I have to wonder if you're putting up a front or not..."
"N-Not strong, no," Stormy said distantly. "That's not the right word for it."
And she forgot what it was like to have someone look out for her, to feel as though she really belonged to her division, to remember that others before her had endured and so could she.
"I'll come to you if I have questions about anything. I'll just . . . do this one step at a time."
"That's probably the best. One day at a time. Besides, look on the bright side. We could die before then." Oh god that was terrible. "Actually don't die. Dying would be bad. Don't die okay? I'd miss you a lot."
"You have a weird way of looking at bright sides, Nevada," Stormy said with a laugh. "I'd rather not die either, okay? Gale would probably kill me~"
And she forgot what it was like to banter with someone she proudly called her best friend and sister, to forget about the heavy white and gold coats they wore and just be silly girls for an afternoon, to have a moment with someone she thought of as a gift in her life.
They were false memories of a dracolich, but the power had been very real. And so had the thrill, the pride, and the self-confidence. What did it say about her that she could lose those so easily, that the only way to feel powerful was if something told her she was?
And she forgot how it felt to be at peace with her identity.
Well aware that Jake's shield was completely gone, Stormy let the weapon fall and guided it until the steel bit through his clothes and sliced open his waist, and she went so far as to step forward to dig the blade in further. And then she dragged it out, let the weapon lift from the motion, and then let it bury its tip into one of Jake's feet like it was Excalibur itself. She found neither was enough, that a dark impulse to ignore her body's pains and keep going was swirling up from within. But she didn't have the energy anymore. She was hollow, bleeding, and most of all just tired.
Besides, having Jake in more pain was better than death. It didn't hurt her conscience nearly as much.
And she forgot the white hot feeling of betrayal, of seeking vengeance out of a willing victim, of feeling like a burden to others whose only job was to follow orders, who ached with many pains and wanted to curl up and die.
"Okay."
She didn't have anything eloquent to say about it because once again Gale was scattering her thoughts like leaves in a very strong wind. But she did have a hopeful smile, even though she felt entirely gross and sick, when she opened her eyes a moment later. There were still a few spare tears falling, but what was liquid sunshine without a little bit of crying and smiling?
"Okay?" Gale repeated, and his chest felt tight, like there was not quite enough air in the room.
"Okay," she repeated more softly, her throat burning once again. What was a little pain in comparison to acceptance? To new beginnings?
"Okay," he said, and there was a rather large, stunned smile on his face now, his face flushed.
And she forgot what it was like to feel wanted.
And she forgot how those burning instruments pierced through her shadowy body.
And she forgot what it was like to be burned alive.
And she forgot what it was like to scrape against the multitude of melted weapons on her climb.
And she forgot the burden of The Sorrowed, for she had grievances of her own to worry about.
And she forgot to smile as she wrote her letter.
And she forgot how humble her foggy beginning was.
And she forgot her first battle, scrabbling to punch an odd cat creature with little luck.
And she forgot what it was like to be so wrapped up in her thoughts because of Paranoia’s Blessing.
And she forgot about her fear of the darkness and the thing that lurked within.
And she forgot about a dog that cared enough to listen but didn’t care to stay.
And she forgot how powerful she felt with those daggers, and how far she had risen in skill.
And she forgot when she and Annabell had worked in tandem to take down the beast together.
And she forgot how wickedly she grinned when the scythe came into her hands, how its power hummed and soothed her no matter how hard the battle.
And she forgot how high her ego soared when the guardian could barely scratch her now.
And she forgot the feeling of excitement to be touched by the goddess herself.
And she forgot what it was like to ride the risky coaster.
And she forgot that her mind was the safest place she could go when all other defenses were stripped from her.
And she forgot the beautiful way The Blue Rose decayed around her.
And she forgot how hard it had been to climb that fence.
And she forgot what it felt like to have a piano under her hands again.
And she forgot the sorrow of life and the release of death that no Wall could defend against.
And she forgot the first time she learned to wield her dual swords with clumsy accuracy.
And she forgot the first time she fought alone and felt naked without a partner.
And she forgot how she first dodged her opponent with the new scythe, how suddenly quick on her feet she felt and how invigorating it was to be strong.
And she forgot the awful, seething hate she had been shaken by as she fly.
And she forgot what it was like to look into the fog and fall with grace.
And she forgot what it was like to be pulled around by her hair.
And she forgot what conviction in her holy mission meant.
And she forgot what it was like to become an intermediate trainee at last.
And she forgot swift she had to be to combat the shadows as she ran the course.
And she forgot the taste of her malicious tea.
And she forgot how much she pushed for people to smile, even if on the inside she wanted to do the opposite.
And she forgot her flare of anger and panic at the sight of the horseman she once called Queen.
And she forgot how she sealed her heart against her moral quandary before beheading the student and silencing her screeches at last.
And she forgot what it was like to come to a stranger’s aid without fear of being shooed away.
And she forgot the primal fear of being unable to breathe as she was dragged into the depths below.
And she forgot her frustration with the underwater puzzle.
And she forgot that she had once been a noble of the Gold Kingdom.
And she forgot what it felt like to hold a mighty weapon and, for once, feel as though she was able to mold the world like the goddesses could.
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excalibur total: 6526
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:58 pm
It was still early and she didn't want to go and buried her head away from everyone. A booming voice rang out, "You have to do what you have to do!"
She had never learned to properly fight but when the time came for a drop-kick she wasn't above doing it. And this guy right here deserved every ounce of pain that came with it.
Could it be moved? It had to be moved. She pushed and fell over once or twice but continued. Things in the way were things to overcome after all.
The glass tipped over in her hands and she spilled it everywhere. She grabbed it and pulled it up but it was far too late. Now she had to clean it up before he got home.
She sat at the window staring at the rain. Would it be gone in time for the day to still be going? She had her hopes that it would leave soon.
The lipstick stung her lips and didn't taste very good at all. She hurled it to the other side of the room, pouting angrily.
It was warm here and she wanted to sleep. Curled up next to the fire, on the floor in a place of peace and happiness.
She decided to eat it raw.
Then suddenly a paper-cut took her out of commission.
Struggling, gnashing and gargling she finally managed to swallow it down much to her own regret.
"At least I am who I am!"
Stuffed animals were poor substitutes for tea party guests.
It was the worst pain imaginable, not only the broken wrist but knowing it would slow down her eating.
When he left he broke all she had known. She sat alone now mulling over all that had been broken.
Prying, biting and pulling hard she managed to get the jar open finally.
She soared to new heights, to a foggy world far away. Dangerous yet beautiful.
Hot chocolate always soothed away the outer cold.
That first day in the cafeteria Alamea sat alone on a corner.
Some bugs did not taste very good and no amount of her mother's "secret" recipe was going to make them better.
Something spectacular - that's what this view was. Well worth the trip.
"You'll go blind like that!" Her brother scolded.
Something about looking at a piano made her blood boil and wish that all pianos everywhere would burst into flames.
She ran into the flock of birds and they flew away much to her disdain. She was handed a pair of binoculars. "Now you can enjoy them like this."
It was hot and her dress was burning. How was she going to fix that?
Bounding, leaping, jumping - of course she made it to the cookies on the top shelf.
Roaring with confidence she reached in and managed to snag a hold of the final piece! It was worth it.
They were pulling each others hair and it hurt, a lot.
Why weren't there more amusement parks around here?
She stayed in the back of the group when singing. Her voice wasn't great.
Gluing things back together never worked, especially when she managed to do it completely backwards.
She'd never been kissed.
And that was how she ate her own homework.
Sometimes when the wind blew she would feel it move her too.
Cake made her the happiest.
Rocks hurt.
No matter how sturdy she built her the card house always fell back down.
Why couldn't she ever just throw her stuff in the same spot?
She chewed the bottlecap off of her drink only to find it had been open already.
Kites were no substitute for not having wings.
She liked it better when it was raw.
It was either let it go or it would become the family meal.
Fat lip.
"Happyhappyjoyjoy." She hummed.
He was never coming back.
Alamea skipped into the room and shouted a friendly "HELLO!"
It was never going to be the same again.
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Lex's points: 100 total points: 6774
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 4:26 pm
He found himself drawn to the crown, though he couldn’t explain why. The crown too, seemed drawn to him. Perhaps it had been his overwhelming grief. Sadness had always followed him, always.
He hadn’t fully understood the extent of his new abilities until he felled his first student. How…interesting. But great powers always came with responsibility.
Wilson kept smiling. He would always kept smiling, would always make sure to cheer up others with a grin and a laugh. More than anything, he needed their happiness more than his own.
Sometimes, he wished he couldn’t see them. He didn’t want to stay up trembling beneath the covers. He didn’t want this ability.
”How about it?” How about it, indeed. If he left everything behind, he could make a difference. Maybe. Maybe…?
Now he knew better. He reached up to touch the pod gently. He knew better than to trust blindly and have faith, to smile without a care. Knowledge was always better.
It was for the sake of his parents that he hid the truth, from both them and himself. Perhaps it was for the best, to protect himself by forgetting. To sheath them away into the corners of his consciousness.
Wilson stared into the darkness, past the flashing lights and blasting music. Twisting shadows. Oh. That was right. When had he forgotten?
He watched Elliot’s shrinking back. No, please come back.
Without thinking, he plunked the Rubik’s cube into his backpack.
Sighing, he listened to the rhythmic clicking and clicking as he spun the toy cube.
If only he had taken care of her more. If only he had done a better job.
”I’m Wilson. You?” “Emmaline Grant.”
Wilson reached for her disappearing hand. He looped his fingers with hers. “No problem.”
When he reached the apartment, it was covered in smoke. He rushed inside.
Nimble fingers fold each sheet of paper into a rose.
He sent her a message, but still she didn’t respond. He furrowed his brows.
He stared out the window and watched the tiny flakes fall.
”What’s for dinner?” His mother smiled.
”What’re you making?” “Your favorite—dumplings.”
He reached for the viola and played. It was relaxing.
The tune was soothing. Wilson relaxed.
He winced when he entered the party. It was noisy as ever.
I just want you to know that I really care about you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize our connection sooner.
His boots crunched against the snow as he held her hand. They both laughed.
He walked around the park before walking into the cool shade.
Wilson laughed weakly as he hobbled down the road. He had to find the police station. His friends were…
He held up his gun and pointed it toward the stranger. Wilson considered the proposition carefully.
He stared incredulously at the cookie in front of him. “You have got to be kidding me.”
”Hey Mom. Can you teach me how to make dumplings?”
He sensed another presence and bristled. He turned to Jake.
Softly, he sang to himself. Sing me to sleep. Sing me to sleep…
Everything will be okay. It’ll be okay.
Wilson hummed as a familiar song played in the background.
He arranged the music sheets for a moment before he finally played.
Running was easy. His breathing remained steady as he ran down the streets.
His stomach sunk when he stared at the body in front of him. A corpse.
Wilson eyed Dakota skeptically. “I thought you weren’t into bestiality.”
When he turned back, all he saw were her green eyes disappearing beneath the water.
He stared at Saya. He had to protect her. She was…
It was like staring into a mirror. He eyed Eva warily.
”You have a real knack for this.” A grin as he fired of a shot.
Wilson stared up at Aunt Nana before decorating the cookies.
”She’s not hurt. She’s asleep.” There was a difference.
He felt no anger as he plunged the spear into the silver king.
"You have my gifts," the ancient woman said, her hand on his shoulder. "they were granted to you out of all of your siblings. That makes you special, Myr."
"I will join you," she spoke up, collecting her notes, explaining in the next breath that this was the same path that she'd always taken. A path towards uncovering the truth.
"Truth ain't power and the events are already unfolded. Give it up." Dakota said to her, shrugging.
"But there is truth to be found in the past," She began, tilting her head towards him. She explained with patience how her science would not be a science at all if not for attention paid to the things of the past, that many of the stars we see are already gone, that everything her world was built on was created by theories and formulas, all in the past.
And they went back and forth and back and forth, analogies and annoyance, everything she might have expected in an argument with someone from this place, until:
"...if you're so keen on taking the next portal out...I'll be sure to tell Kostya and take care of him while you're out finding the 'truth'."
She froze, grip tightening around her papers until they began crinkling audibly.
"Dakota." Her tone was as rigid as she was, now devoid of any amusement. "I still intend to hold up my end of our bargain, but-" Her voice cracked, and she took a deep breath before continuing. "You will not touch him. This is about me. Not him."
"And how do you think Kostya will be when his only friend here, the only person he trust goes off to god knows where?"
Her body surged with anxiety and disgust when he tapped her chin and tilted her head up.
"I'd think in the pursuit of knowledge, you'd take the consequences of your actions as well. You leave, you leave Kostya. You leave Kostya and he's left with the rest of us hunters, And with the rest of his hunters...when you return do you think he'll be the same?"
He lingered there, even after he stopped talking, in that bubble of way-too-close and please-get-away until he did something that she never could have accounted for.
A kiss, pressed forcefully against her lips. It was not chaste or delicate in the slightest and it seemed full of an intent that she didn't understand, and it infuriated her that he would even think that he could do that, and actually doing it was so far out of her charted possibilities that she could no longer retain her composure.
"Why did you do that? Do you really think I would let feelings change my mind?" She spat the bitter words from her mouth and wasn't sure if she was sickened more by the idea that she appeared so feeble-minded or the idea that she appeared capable of any feelings at all.
"Because I can." Dakota snorted at her.
She hated this <******** awful place and almost everyone in it, but especially hated him, because he thought he could just take everything he wanted from her. When everything she had was carefully guarded, all excess discarded over the walls she had built, each thing that remained was important.
And he'd taken something from her that she could never get back.
So she would take something of his and ensure that the circumstances were the same.
"... too far away. It's unlikely you'll ever see them. It's far too dangerous. Just know that there's a star, a tiny prinprick of light that'll shine on for you no matter what."
He swung horizontally, the blunted sword tearing through the shadow creature. As it faded he brought the strange weapon closer, holding it up to examine it. He gave it an experimental swish, markings flashing a brief glow of delight. Perhaps with this just maybe --
They matched each other strength for strength. With a roar one of them twisted, turning and tossing the other up and over. But the one who was being tossed was ready; their own body contorted, shifting their weight until the pair crashed into the mirror.
From the pile of shattered glass only one arose, reaching up to pull a particularly long shard from his chest. Merope looked down at himself, frowning as he retrieved the white key from inside his own cavity.
He held the key in his hand, staring at it. A fist was formed around it as the boil clenched it, uttering a scream of rage as he began to punch the shattered remains of the mirror.
It wasn't much, but it was his. He never did thank him for the adventure, nevermind that he never saw him in particular. Merope carefully ensure his talons wouldn't snag the stitches holding 1001 Things To Make With Spare Parts together, opening up to the place he last bookmarked. Now all he needed was two snakes, a scorpion tail, and --
Within the darkness faint pinpricks of lights shone down. He looked up at them from his place in the dark stillness. Slowly his staff raised, the lantern on the end clinking and clattering as it adjusted on its hook. He gave the false stars above a salute. The stave was planted in the ground next to him before he reached into his robe, pulling forth a deck of cards...
"You can't.." "...dangerous..." "...too much..." "...maybe one day..." "... not now..." "...why..." "You..." "How could you?"
He was a coward.
But as that memory surfaced, Merope could feel it drain away as he held his staff up. The weight slid off his shoulders.
Merope stood a little taller.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 4:57 pm
Another chance. Another chance to "live".
She wasn't average, that's for sure. She thought of it as being...special. But here, special was the norm. It felt great to be special.
She wasn't going to succumb to within. She might have fallen a few times, but those weren't going to stop her.
Clara took great pride in her ability. It wasn't something that others would recognize, but she felt that just herself knowing was good enough.
There was tomorrow. There was always tomorrow. Clara thought as she lazily rolled over in the grass.
After many, many, many years, thought Clara as she smiled, she finally found a best friend.
She had to face it. She visited every day, but no luck. He really was gone.
"NO ONE GETS PAST ME" Clara thought as she stood, facing the enemy.
So this was why. All those memories, all that being lost and the promise that had been made. He would have to give up things he had finally found, but it was for the greater good.
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He was told he could find a new destiny, a new path to follow because he had a gift that could be utilized. He would be among those that had the chance to do something about those that bumped into the night. In his eyes he had been chosen to bring great justice finally.
Milo was off at the sound of the starting gun, his whole body pushing forward in rapid motion. It knew what to do, he knew this track but he pressed it further. This was his last heat before being able to go into the finales. The chance to prove himself, to prove his training. Faster, run faster, let the wind carry you forward. Win.
But he pressed forward, loving every minute of it. He flexed his hands after delivering another blow. He halted a moment, feeling something else deep down, another power residing in him. He could feel the unease from his opponent, like he knew that there was something else to come, that he was preparing and had pulled himself back from the flurry of swipes for a reason.
It pulsed, filling him, growing him. He could feel the other power, another power he could use. It filled his veins, it seized him and he grinned. He could hear something, always hearing something and he listened to the roar. Listening had not failed him before and he saw no point in ignoring it.
These days it was rare to gain a smile from their mother, the years of raising children had turned her into a stricter matriarch given how much trouble the three of them got themselves into. But when he continued to hold the conversation with her in Japanese, he managed to see her lips twitch upward. Proud. His siblings had given up speaking it so long ago.
"," she told him as she pressed her hand to his cheek, breaking from the topic.
Milo's head was pressed firmly against the airplane's window, taking in Los Angeles as they were getting ready to land. There was so much more grey than at home here, so many buildings where he saw mostly trees. But there were so many things similar, cars in traffic, the bustle of people. But he wondered what this new city would bring for him and he could only hope San Dimas looked this amazing.
He saw the box sitting on his bed the minute he walked into his room. Milo was opening it within minutes, not even going to waste his time finding scissors or a knife to cut the tape. There was no time, he had been searching for this for so long and then waited so long for it to arrive.
The box was a complete mess when he was finally through with it, but he held it in his hands, he could hear a choir in his head singing its praises. He had found it, Doggie Kruger's SPD License.
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The three twisted towers in the broken landscape were actually rather breathtaking. They were like something... out.. of ... something, a word he couldn't place. Liom stood transfixed on his new surroundings for a moment, taking it all in. Seeing it. Absorbing it, letting the red glow cast over him in its eerie warmth.
Liom felt like he was excluded from a super special awesome secret club, and it made him a little jealous. It didn't help that this emotion was intensified with a bubbling rage, like it had been pent up and finally released.
He hoped they pleased them. It seemed like it did when a wamth filled his core, seeming to give him a better purpose and a more complete form.
Liom grinned as he pulled out his knives, another foe. This, and the tasks, were all he knew and he enjoyed every minute of it.
"Nice move," he flashed a smile at Milo. "You should teach me sometime.
"I think you're doing pretty good with your own sweet moves," Milo grinned to the other guy. He had some pretty sweet looking weapons there.
Several of those he had encountered he didn't even learn their names, but he knew they would be allies in whatever this was. Even if they were competition.
"Nah, we Hale men don't need that stuff. We just jump in and learn as we go. Come on, it'll be fun." His father grinned, slapping him gently on the shoulder and ushered him into the water.
Finally, he had something other than his fists. They were small but they would be mighty, his two knives made of blue.
The sword was large, foreboding but he knew it would be powerful. It would be a great weapon for him to wield and to do what was needed.
"Ha," her grin cheeky. Definitely satisfied. "Amazing moves, your dorky fanboy moves will never compare to mine, M-"
He kept to himself that day, and a few more after that...
He's young, beginning grade school. Darker skinned kids are teasing him, he's lighter than them. They argue, as little kids do. They laugh. He throws a punch, knocking one of them to the ground.
It was always a risk to go out in the water, so many factors (even the smallest mistake could take out the most seasoned pro)... how much more could trying during this kind of weather affect his odds. "Fine," he found himself saying much to the delight of the other boy. A hand clapped him on the back and then pushed him along to the tumbling ocean -
"Let me pass," Liom hissed, bringing both of the blades to the head of the creature, in a fluid motion he swung both of them in unison across the neck.
It might have been the weight of the Ruins and the Wall pushing him, that empty feeling or just some stubborn idea in his head; maybe he was just giving up and giving in? But he found himself at the Forge. He was going to beat this thing.
Carefully Liom leaned a little to guide the glider to where he needed to go. The air was crisp but felt a little nice with the breeze tousling his grey dull hair.
Defeating them meant he could keep going up. That feeling of being watched was still present but part of him didn't care.
Drink drink, fill the teapot. Fill out diary. Simple enough. And if any of the memories were anything like that one, Liom would enjoy this - even if there didn't seem to be any fighting involved.
Swirling emotion, so many thoughts and memories. Part of him felt it might be a good thing to rid himself of some of them, painful reminders of life they were.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:05 pm
A petite and ornately clad mare with one red, and one golden eye smiled to him, hefting an entire log by herself on skeletal legs that seemed somehow seemed far stronger than their delicateness belied. She had impressed him. No more than that, she was the first friend he had, since ... since ...
Mara. Something had happened to Mara ... His chest was tight with pain. But ... why?? ... Still, the way this kindly young mare smiled ... it almost made him feel at peace again. Somehow, he just knew he could trust her.
She was laughing as she plucked at flowers, a handful of red spiderlilies already forming a crown across her brow. "I thought you wanted to show them what a strong clansmen you are."
"I-I did ..." he answered, running the cloth along his damp hair, still wet from his accidental plunge into the oasis's waters. She paused and turned to him, that mischievous and knowing smirk on her lips as her ruby eyes met his.
"You're never going to prove it to them head on. You have to train. Mother always says, if you study hard enough, you can accomplish anything."
But he wasn't the type to study, or spend all day with his nose in a scroll. He worked best through action, brute force. How ...
Then it clicked. Fight harder, aim more accurately, move faster. ... If he wasn't strong enough to overpower the other colts directly, he would have to find strength in other ways ...
He turned a warm smile on her. " ... I think I get it."
The smile that lit her face in answer, was all the motive he needed.
Kiwi's Total: 20 [Excalibur Total: 7210
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:07 pm
She was a worthy opponent... mostly because she was kind of terrifying.
He was no stranger to the laughter that accompanied cynicism and sarcasm, but even when she was making fun of him, hers warmed his heart in ways it shouldn't have. Eventually, he gave up trying to push the feeling away.
...consider the mark a reminder of a promise left unfulfilled...
He had never hit anyone with the flat of his hand before. It seemed to sting for hours after, and he treasured every minute.
...little boil, let us out...
Look, yer comin', okay?
Her horns dug into him, as they always did when he got too close, but the feel of her arms wrapped around his shoulders and back made his irritation wane. He closed his eyes.
West's Total: 70 Excalibur: 7280
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:08 pm
None of them are important. There's no need to worry about anyone but me.
Brenley's Total: 10 Excalibur: 7290
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:10 pm
So it all came together. It was like the Blue Kingdom again, her memories overlapped again, like before things she had forgotten, things that had happened hadn't happened all sorted out. A promise to protect their world, a pact to give up everything they had, all their memories hopes and dreams to save the world that gave birth to them.
Memories of saying good-bye, a kiss with a shadowy ghoul whom she hurt so badly in the pursuit of protecting their world. "Siddie..." the voice rolled off her lips and it finally had it's full meaning. She turned to Excalibur and Merlin, the battle and struggle, the white and the dark from the pillars in the Kingdoms. It all made sense, and she would give up almost all of it.
All of it but her.
Siddie.
She stood outside a school, a school that was home, it was her first day. It was scary to be honest being released from the integration program. Her room was furnished what little she owned delivered, she had heard about a movie night being started by another student, a ghoul named Shehk... and it was gone.
Not all the memories offered where happy, the flames rolled around her blue and red, FEAR and something more Insanity? She wasn't sure. The call to arms, the call to the enemy, to peers to unite against someone who had saved her, who was family to her. It melded to other memories, to a return, a Goddess in her own right filled with power and fury able to stop everything that threatened them. Things had changed, the trust was gone, replaced by anger, distrust, longing to be forgiven. Tears that couldn't fall tried to surge forward. And the pain and guilt was simply gone.
Triumph and pride, that was what went next. Standing in frosted air half dead beside West, Amrita and Barth laying in the dirt. Jingleberry barely able to stand. Gone. Horsemen, a challenge, races and courses with Siddie at her side. A trophy and another year completed. Gone. A play, she was standing on the stage, a spear through her gut grinning in her mind at the shock on the stage as she tumbled down. Gone. Every triumph and delight in her life.
Gone.
The hunters flickered to mind, the deals, the fighting the anger, all if a flurry of emotion gone and faded. Her closest enemy, the alliance she was trying to forge. All of it vanished at once.
Sammy's Total: 40 Excalibur: 2 Much 4 u MERLOOZER (7330)
