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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 10:06 pm
Crow walked along the gate then off into the night towards the cemetary that they had buried her in...before Zyler stole her body.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:44 am
It did not take long for she and Shaeda to finish their dinner, then be ready for bed. She snuggled beneath the covers, shaeda jumping onto the bed and curling into a small ball just beside her head. Nya rolled over wrapping her arms around a purring shaeda.. the soft sound much like a lullaby...for Nya was soon fast asleep.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:12 pm
(Sorry, it is really long but I wanted to give some adequate background to him before just throwing him into the story xD)
Adele looked up at the gray sky and formed an image in his mind of the gates the old woman had given his a picture of. She had told him, her voice wise beyond any earthly years; “Seek these gates, there you shall find Eden, and beyond that like the fruits of your labors, the missing piece to the puzzle of bones”, and then, in a sickening silence, her bottle let out a rattle and her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to convulse. Adele had placed his finger upon her forehead and she had died, most likely from shock, of the waves passing through her body. He had smirked, and stepped out into the foggy, rainy, and pale morning.
Reaching for his belt, He pulled a vial wrapped in leather from a black satchel and drew a circle around the plot of land where he stood. He whispered a few words in the language of the dead, took a careful look around for any witnesses, and then proceeded on with the ritual. He pulled the tattered piece of parchment and unrolled it, forming the picture of the gates in his twisted mind. A light drizzle of rain droplets began to glaze over Adele’s body. Cleansing rain; it washed away the impurities, the sin of the world but not Adele, not where he had been, not where he would go. Adele would remain tainted forever. Nevertheless, he paused and tilted his head up to the sky, letting the droplets run down his tan skin and through his moon-stained lochs which swayed calmly in the humid and balmy air. The rain soothed Adele, quieted the beast within him—if only momentarily. His face returned stony, cold, and calm as he raised a finger into the air and murmured another word. A light formed at the tip of his finger and he sliced down through space. A shining, white line glistened there, strung on invisible strings in mid air, and Adele pulled it apart with two hands to reveal a world of nothing, devoid of space and time. A gray world in which he crawled into; It was his world. A world of shadows that flickered across one’s mind, teased their senses. It was a place of nothing and yet it was something. His world was neither in RDS nor outside of it. Neither reality nor fantasy; His world was the bleak existence in between in which sorrows festered on the dying hopes of people whose lights had begun to flicker out inside of their bodies.
Unfortunate as it may have seemed, this was home, this was his Eden. Adele found the waves of despair and darkness becoming; as others frolicked in fields of flowers, he glided across planes of dead bodies and through a unified society of souls. Where people would feast upon bread and wine, he would gluttonously scour and consume the charred and ashen particles of burned and lost human bodies. He used the realm as a passageway between two places, near or far, it did not matter in his world. This, was what he had grown accustomed to, this was what he liked. Never did Adele grow pitiful and never did he grow sorry; he reveled in the morbid fate which had become his reality. He reveled in the gift and curse which had become of his horrifyingly weak and bitter human body. The weak and lost hearts of the world beyond needed guidance, they needed a solid lead; he would be their liberator.
He repeated the process of cutting a rift between worlds, and stepped out onto a stony path. The rift behind Adele zipped shut with a flash of light and then it seemed that he had just appeared out of the blue. He looked cautiously around as he grew closer to the gate.
The sun blazed hotly against his damp skin and for a moment he lingered in the warmth he could not feel. It was almost like he had been a human again, been alive. However, the truth was that he was not. He could not feel the warmth of the sun gently kissing his skin and he never would again. He could not feel the warm breeze that caressed his body carelessly on the whim of the weather to come; he could simply tell it was there. Never mind that. Upon a closer inspection of the area beyond the gate, Adele saw many naturally interesting things. It did appear to be a sort of ‘Eden’. Flowers were budding and blooming along the pre-set alignments of carefully selected planting area’s as bees and other assorted bugs milled and roamed through the sweet playground of pollen and nectar. Birds chirped above head, flying from tree to tree in the warm and welcoming atmosphere that brought Adele back to his childhood…
What good years those were; Summers spent running through the freshly cut grass that left a sweet scent filling the air that mingled with inviting wafts of a salty breeze rolling off the ocean just before a storm. Adele would spend days under the sun with his friends and oh how they would play! From when the sun came up until sundown the children would play an assortment of games—Baseball was among Adele’s favorite because he could pummel children and blame it on accident of game play. Only stopping to grab a glass of lemonade, water condensing around the lemon wedges that had been placed neatly along the rim of the glass, Adele would run carelessly through the neighborhood until his mother called him home for dinner ;( Yes, this shell of a creature had once had a mother…in a distant lifetime long ago passed).There his father would just be arriving home from work—this time was Adele’s favorite. He would kiss his mother first, always, and then loosen his tie and pour himself a glass of scotch to have with dinner. He would then kiss Adele and after they ate he would curl up in his mother’s lap as he knitted and his father would teach Adele all sorts of odd bits of information. When it was time for Adele to go to bed, his mother would march him up to bed and kiss him tenderly on the forehead. The most intimate and private times Adele had ever experienced between another human being was at the very time his mother would tuck his blankets tight around his body and the musk of her honey and vanilla perfume would seize Adele’s senses just before he drifted off into a deep slumber. Yes, indeed those were the most memorable years; the only ones he could ever recall in which he had been truly happy.
He grasped the cool bars of the gate and pushed one open. Adele stepped inside, unsure of what dwelled there. “Alanna?” he called out, his voice ringing through the empty walkway and gardens like a dinnerbell on a southern breeze.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:17 pm
Nya knelt within the southern gardens, up to her elbows in sweet moist earth. She hummed softly listening to music on an Ipod hooked to her belt. She smiled, softly, as she worked, planting within the earth a new inhabitant… a small plant with star shaped flowers of brilliant red and blue. She shifted, reaching for a miniature spade. She stopped however, a shift within the plants themselves causing her to hesitate…if only for that moment. She finished what she was doing, then stood up. Wiping her hands on her darkly dyed blue jeans. She reached up pulling the top of a leather made apron off, the front embroidered with delicate ivy and Morning Glories. She set it down beside her work space, and turned up the path, heading in the direction of the front gate.
“Alana!” She heard it..a males voice, deep, and commanding. She knew that voice, the prickle of his arm around her lingering still from their encounter earlier. She rounded the bend, coming face to face with him, her startling sapphire orbs glittering in the sunlight as she watched him carefully before speaking. “Is there something I can help you with?” she asked softly, her voice a musical symphony, blending in with the songs of the birds around them..an angelic melody not soon forgotten. Her darkly fair skin shimmered softly despite the rough spots of dirt gained from working within the gardens. She reached up, relocating a rogue lock of black hair behind her ear..most of it kept up within a loose, messy bun. She was slight, to say the least, the closer she got to her visitor the clearer it became just how slight. She stood a mere four foot ten, petite and thin, though clearly a woman. She smiled raising her hand to shield her eyes now from the sun that bore down upon them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 9:51 am
Adele walked cautiously into the gardens, the intoxicating scent of flowers and soil was choking him, god how he hated the purity of this forsaken place. His face contorted with disgust as he looked upon the sea of colors and barrage of elements at work against him. The man did not even know a place such as this existed.
“Can I help you?”
That voice! Oh that dreadful fey, what did she want? Nya, was her name? It didn’t matter; Adele had no patience for her and then stupid, wide-eyed look she had given him. However, perhaps she could help him. The sage had told him to look here, had she not? And with a look at her soul… Ah, yes. Indeed she had been brushed by Alanna in some way! The scent of Alanna’s aura still clung to Nya’s which meant in some tiny and minute way, they had been in contact. Perhaps he would find the path to his missing daughter here. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps…
He strolled forward, much too close into the woman’s personal space, and began to examine her clothing, her necklace, picking at strands of her hair—all in search of where the scent had been a lead from. He was not examining her, per say, but the invisible in which she could not see. He had been examining the intense violet aura that surrounded her form.
“Yes..” he muttered, stepping away from Nya to rub the stubble of his chin with a thoughtful glance up to the sky. “I think you could be of some great help, provided you cooperate.” His sultry voice lingered in the air for a moment before dying out. He swirled his hand out in front of his body, and a beautiful white lily with red tips formed from black particles. It hovered there, in mid air, until he picked it with his hand and pulled a seed out from it’s centre. He held it out to Nya with the smile of a great tempest.
“For you, should you be of good service. You will never see such a breed again; never know of what it may grow into.”
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 10:16 am
"Ah..And with that you have found a way to my very heart." she said, gracefully accepting the "Gift". She seemed unjilted by his "Picking" behavior in any way, in fact, despite his actions before there was no fear within her. It seemed this fae was either very stupid, or very very brave. "It is lovely, " she looked at it, admiring the marks on the petals of the flower he still held in his hand. "She waved him then, Bidding him to follow her as she made her way silently through the gardens, the winding paths clicking softly beneath her wooden sandals. She entered the Greenhouse, "You may enter should you wish." she said, proping the door open for him. She turned, moving towards a workbench.
She stopped at the work bench, blowing gently on the seed of the flower until roots suddenly sprouted, she placed it then, in a small clay vessele and began to speak as she placed a small amount of dirt at a time over it, finally watering it slightly and setting it up into the sunlight. " If it is sanctuary you seek, you have found your Eden." she said turning to face him. "You are welcome here so long as you follow a few rules." she paused, Reaching up and gently plucking a lady bug from his arm. She watched the small beetle race up the length of her hand before turning to place it on the leaf of a flowerless tropical plannt beside her. "If it is not santuary you seek, I cannot garentee I will be of much help." her voice sang within the enclosure.. so soft, so musical... " Though I will do what I can. What is it then..that you need?"
Her sapphire orbs focused on him, the bright light filtering through the panes above and canopy of her "Forrest" causing them to..glow almost. THe shimmer of her skin as she moved hypnotic. She leaned back against the bench she watched him, curious to say the least, as to why a creature such as this would be here..before her. She highly doubted it was for Sanctuary. What an odd man... she thought to herself, watching his every move..every breath.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:56 am
With a swift, hard motion, Adele snapped his hand shut and the flower that spun lightly above his fist slowly wilted, turning grey and stony before crumbling into ashes that caught the wind and were blown off into the distance. He turned away indifferently, disinterested in what had become of the flower—there was plenty more of them in his realm, the only things that grew rampant there beside hatred and despair.
His face tightened into a sneer as he followed Nya to her green house noting that everything here seemed to receive special care. What type of place was this? Regardless, it disgusted him. Adele wriggled his nose, raising a gloved hand to briefly scratch at the irritation that seemed to just build up inside of his mind. He leaned up against one of the tables to the left and for a moment the only noise was the chorus of bugs and other animals jostling around within the confines of their own business. It made Adele uneasy; more so than he had previously been.
“Well, I’m looking for—” The sentence was cut short as she picked a little red bug off of his arm. It sent a shockwave of electricity through his arm and Adele’s back went rigid as he shifted away from her. What place did she have touching him? Why would she even dare? It angered Adele to know that he didn’t intimidate her in the least, especially after their prior encounter. His body cooled considerably with his anger and a fresh mist had formed, floating lazily around his body. Adele’s breath quickened slightly and came out in puffs of vapor that dissolved away into the greenhouse’s overbearing heat. He started again:
“This girl, perhaps you may have met or her her…friend” he paused, his eyes narrowed as his core body temperature lowered considerably more so much that the plants near Adele had begun to glaze over with a dusting of frost and ice crystals. He waved a hand and waves of smoke wrapped themselves together to form a picture of Alanna that drifted towards Nya. In the picture Alanna seemed to be smiling as Knoll crawled around her shoulders. Adele’s hair stood on end, the occasional wasp caressed his face or skin or floated carelessly away from the group; he was growing impatient.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:17 pm
Nya watched the smoking image for a long moment, trying to remember. "Ah..I have seen her yes..but i do not know her personally." She shifted from her right foot to her left, so casual, as if talking to one she'd known for so very long. In reality...perhaps she had known him. After all, did her people not die just as these people did? Someone had to escort them to the planes. "I saw her in the bar, but never got the chance to introduce myself. The gaen I have met, in the bar as well, but have had no more contact with since my firt meeting with him. " She reached up rubbing her neck, a simple gesture, though filled with a thousand thougts. She shook her head, "I'm afraid thats all I know of either of them. I have only just arrived a few weeks ago, and have not yet met all within the gates of RDS.
She watched him for a long moment, her sapphire orbs glittering n the light, full of curiousity, intelligence, and life, devoid of rage, or fear. What a very odd man. She shook her head turning slightly. she took hold of the small clay vessel she'd just planted the seed within, already a sprout peering over the top of the soil. The pastel green brightly contrasting over the dark rich soil. She handed it towards him, the clay vessel niched in the palm of her tiny hand.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:42 pm
A sense of disappointment filled Adele. Useless! This was horribly useless! At the moment in which Nya had told him that she knew nothing of Alanna except the brief visit, he almost exploded. If he could, Adele would go back to the sage and kill her ten times over, each time more gruesome and horribly than the last! This happened every time. He would be given a lead, one that seemed promising of results and every time it turned out all wrong. One dead end after the next; he was frustrated as hell and no pun intended. A black spider vein became evident near his chin, pulsing angrily as he fought to calm down.
Looking up at Nya he saw her hand the clay pot back to Adele and at first he did not understand the gesture. Why was she giving it to him? He had no interest in the flower..and then he realized why she had done that. Tempted to take the pot and slam it against the ground, Adele did not. He exhaled deeply, staring down upon the tiny creature in which he towered by nearly three feet. He took in the way the sun reflected off her pink wings and the low hum of their fluttering and then he looked away, waving a dismissive hand.
“Keep it, They run rampant on the soul plane; I have no need for one more." His voice was dark, dangerous…he was exhausted. He looked up once more, through the green panels of the structure and at the sun which beat down avidly upon the duo. Where could he find Alanna? Time was running out—he would not have much more time in his existence if she were to continue living. He felt sick. His vision blurred and suddenly the stench of flowers and earth made him nauseous and brought Adele to his knees. Gracefully, his large frame hit the ground in defeat, a cloud of dust flying up into the air like the wake of an explosion. He couldn’t tell what had caused this sudden lack of energy but all Adele wanted to do was crawl broodingly back home to sit upon his throne of knarred skulls and be alone. He hated Nya for seeing him like this; he hated her for being there, at that moment, to witness his largest weakness. Adele was spent.
“Leave me..Leave me so that I may retreat alone, and forget you ever saw this.” for once, he spoke quetly, without a condescending tone and for once, his eccentic locks laid motionless plastered to his body, soaking with the sweat of his rapidly heating body.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:11 pm
She nearly dropped the clay pot as she watched the gargantuan fall towards the earth. She set the pot down quickly, and was beside him on her knees. her eyes wide with concern...and now..fear. "Are you alright?" she asked, her tone although soft, mirroring the look within her sapphire eyes. "She reached for him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you come into the house. I have a spare bedroom you can at least rest until you gather your strength again.." She spoke quickly, her breaths shallow. The smell of Roses wafter from her and she sat back slightly moving a small chipmunk away that had come to investigate. "Away!" she said softly, commandingly, though not harshly in any manner. The chipmunk looked at her, its small nose testing the air before it turned, racing away from them. "Come, stay at least a few moments.. I can get you a drink or something," She said now, leaning down slightly to look into his eyes. The light glinted, and a rainbow seemed to shine within her blue eyes..and it was gone as soon as it had come.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:44 pm
Adele groaned. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in this place. There was nothing here for him, why should stay? He pushed himself up off of the ground and leaned against the leg of the work bench he had been leaning against. Black sludge dripped from Adele’s hand where a piece of glass from one of his vials was wedged. He picked at it quietly before noticing that a good amount of the bottles he wore were broken, including the ones he used to open a rift into his realm. It angered him, an emotion that he was never tired or lacking of. Now he truly was stuck here! Ugh! With that annoying little Fey! He grumbled some choice words under his breath and looked up at the tiny creature.
“I suppose if you have extra rooms, then I don’t have much of a choice.” He stood and walked unevenly into the gardens again, and then squatted down to vomit. Black liquid covered flowers and grass in a small section and a horrible, high pitched sound seemed to come from the plants which were being burned alive. It was an act not too uncommon of Adele, his body wretched to cleanse the accumulation of dark matter inside of himself. That was probably why he had felt so sick and nauseas seconds before. It didn’t matter now, though. He was stuck there and he was none too happy about it.
"The hell do you do here all day, anyways? This place is in the middle of nowhere…there’s nobody here!” Adele, although he liked solitude, could not stand being in such a..pleasant place.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 4:46 pm
She smiled kneeling beside him after his body had purged itself, offering a clean soft rag for him to wipe away the residue of black left behind on his lips.."There are living beings here..just non that you can see.' she said softly. "I tend to my gardens..and those that claim sanctuary here. " she shrugged.."its a kind of life I have grown use to." she admitted as she shrugged. The plants..the animals, they all talked to her in ways perhaps he could never understand. "Come..' she said placing a hand on his elbow, so as to keep him steady when he rose, she didnt' want him to fall again, and he wasn't exactly walking in a straight line. "I will show you to the guest room upstairs. "What type of food do you eat?" she asked then, rather than simply telling him dinner would be ready...she attempted to accomodate his needs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:21 pm
Adele seemed to return to his normal color at the mention of food; however, he had a feeling that the fae hadn’t had quite the same idea in mind. He brushed her arm off of his own, his pride had been damaged enough in one day, it disgusted him that he had fallen like that. Given he had finished a battle only hours earlier, it was something he shouldn’t have done.
“What do I like?” Adele smiled a corrupt and entertained grin. “Surely nothing you could provide me with…”His voice trailed off. Come to think of it, he hadn’t ever been formally introduced to her. Ah, it didn’t matter. One day was all he needed to synthesize some more rift serum. “I can adequately provide myself with food of my own, you see. Just as everything is born in this world, all things must die; Surely you must know that. This is where I come into play ” Adele began to explain, his expression just as stony as ever. He walked beside Nya as he spoke, letting her lead slightly as he had no clue of the way. “The dead, they need guidance. It doesn’t matter who they are, or what race; every thread has a beginning and an end.” He licked his dry lips and paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Why had he been sharing in the first place? It confused Adele, but it would be stupid for him to stop just now. “My home is a different one from yours, I direct the dead. To eternal bliss, eternal damnation—or to a life of longevity in my sanctum. The lost souls, who refuse guidance, who belong neither here nor there, that is what I feed on. I do not eat the horrid smelling food of the living.” He smirked.
She would most definitely be startled by what he did next, Adele knew it. He bent down, scraped up a pile of dirt, and blew on it until the particles came to life, flurrying about furiously until suddenly a gut wrenching scream filled the air as a grey and bleak looking soul came swirling from the ground. It hung there, a shadow of its former being: a human probably, one could tell by its facial features.
“My liege?” rang a sunken voice, hollow and devoid of any emotions. Adele beckoned for the soul to come closer and as he did, Adele grabbed the soul, reached into its core, his hands passing through the gray film of an outer shell, and pulled out a ball about the size of a marble and it shined brighter than any star in the night. Within his grasp now, he peeled open the outer layer of the ball, and drank from the silvery liquid inside. It was refreshing and Adele suddenly felt vitalized. The soul faded, his existence had ceased to be with the breaking off his nucleus, there was nothing left. Adele had taken away any hope that soul might have had for redemption, for another existence. Yet, that was the fate of many souls, Adele went easily through hundreds a day—each with their own unique flavors and Auras. The most beneficial thing to this was, that once Adele drank some bodies soul, all their memories and feelings of their past life flowed into him. This was why he had so much trouble remembering exactly who he was—In essence, Adele had experienced the lives of so many more than just his own.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:36 pm
Nya nodded as he spoke. " Faier," she said softly, "Who you are within my world..Faeir." she smiled then, and all at once the smile vanished, winced the screech the dirt made as it brought within to this realm a lost Spirit reverberating within her ears. She watched however, unphased as he reached into the soul itself, pulling out a small orb that glittered brilliantly. She watched then, the soul fade, and Adele drink from the orb. "Feel better?" she asked, no hint of any emotion other than acceptance for who he was. She watched him now.. Sapphire blue eyes locked onto him. "If you change your mind later..no matter how putrid you think our food, I'd be happy to arrange something." she offered still, turning to make her way towards the house, keeping pace with him, but still leading the way.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 5:19 pm
“Faier? What the s**t is that?” The words escaped Adele’s lips as his face wrinkled with confusion. Was she calling him that? Adele would most certainly not be called Faier! He made a grunt of annoyance. “Adele. Adele is what you will address me as—nothing more and nothing less. ” His eyes narrowed, annoyed. It wasn’t this girls place to name him whatever she pleased, what kind of sheltered idiot ran around making up names for every stranger they met? And yes, he HAD felt better but then again, Adele would never confess he had felt sick in the first place.
“Trust me, I shant ask for your food; I have an endless supply of my own. I’ve never eaten that food before and why, thus, should I even try it?” Adele held up one of his gloved hands in exaggeration. He was not one who was keen to the idea of sudden change—it upset Adele. He liked to control every little thing, place them in a box just so, and keep all situations to his liking. If not, his anger easily got the best of himself. Adele kicked a pebble as they walked, constantly distracted from the conversation like a little child. How long had they been walking for? It was too hot. Where was the fun in plants? Where did this Nya come from? Why had he been directed here? Questions raced through Adele’s head, many of them he was too stubborn to even bother asking.
“Do you have a training ground of sorts here?” he asked a bit stupidly. Although the topic seemed to perk Adele’s attitude up slightly.
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