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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:02 pm
the phone call
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The world will now learn of change to come...or no world  **RING**
**RING**Hello?Dad? Halo?Hey Dad! How are you? How’s Fizzy and Cy? Well Fizzy is fine.. You know her, cute as a button. Cy.. Darling we broke up. Quite a while ago, actually.Oh god. I’m awful. Has it been THAT long since we talked? It’s alright. You have a lot on your plate. How are the boys? How’s Wren doing?The boys are... well you know. Boys will be boys. Of course, you only had girls, but you get the idea. But umm... well see it’s about Wren. I’m calling to see if maybe you could come and see us. Wren got into some stuff, I think. He’s gone. It’s been a while and I think I should go look for him. Would that be okay? --pause— Yes. Yes it’s fine. You can give me a few hours to prepare? I’ll just pack a bag. I sold the shop so I’m fine on money.Dad… you’ve been fine on money since you left the Order. I really appreciate this though. I really really do. It might, well what I mean to say is.. umm.. It might be a while. You may have to be here for quite a while. It’s fine, hun. I’ll just give your sister a call so she knows where I am and what’s going on. We’ve been catching up. Maybe you should call her too.Uhh.. yeaaah. I’ll do that. Don’t give me that, Halo. She’s your sister. You have a niece and a nephew you’ve never even seen! She got married AND divorced and you never even met the guy.Well I guess if they got divorced than it’s totally cool, right? **sigh****yelling in backround** DAMMIT RIPPER! WHY ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ROOMS?! No.. Bloo. I will not calm down I am sick of this crap. Tom and Carmine should have… –muffled talking—Listen Dad, I have to go. I’ll see you later, ya? Sure.. sure.Bye. Bye, dear.**click**
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:54 am
new beginnings
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will they ever measure up to the way you left me? Algie sighed, the noise around him seeming to fade away. He stared at the stone in his hand and felt a cool throb against his hand. It was much like a tiny fluttering heartbeat but he could tell it was weak and stressed. It was a bloodstone and looked much like any other bloodstone in the world. It didn’t move or do anything particularly magical, at least not right now. But he had been assured that it was a living thing, a being of its own right, and his daughter had done it wrong. He’d seen this ‘fiend’ only once previous and it had seemed like a quiet, peaceful soul. Sure, he wondered how such a spiritually in tune being had become attached to his unpredictably emotional daughter. Apparently, Halo told him, Bloodstone had a soothing quality, this uncanny ability to make you feel better and to heal your emotional wounds. Halo’s wounds only grew over time. It wasn’t her fiend’s fault, far from it, and the poor creature had become another victim of his daughter’s chaotic lifestyle. Algie closed his hand and closed his eyes, letting the stone feel his own peace as much as he wanted to embrace its own. He’d met several people tonight who were new to him, though he had a feeling that they were familiar with him. Whether through his past reputations and fame or if only from his daughter’s talkative mouth, he’d felt slightly at a disadvantage when he met Athan, Reyna and several other fiends earlier in the evening. Halo had brought him to their store (it was more of a headquarters) with very specific intentions. Her own pained soul (something he was still working on fixing for her, if he could) had shattered the delicate, childlike shadow fiend. His spiritual temperament was bombarded with a darkness that rivaled the natural darkness all these stones possessed. Bloodstone had literally retracted into itself, reverting to his stone for safety, and hadn’t come out in months. Through a strange magic he’d only read about (he’d love to research it more, maybe talk shop with Athan) the ‘store owners’ severed Bloodstone’s bond with Halo. It was delicate, for the stone and for his daughter, and it caused both of them an immense amount of pain. The separation was more like magical surgery than it was simple spell casting. In a much easier process, and clearly a more familiar one for all involved, the stone was bound to Algie’s own soul. It was remarked that due to his age, magical experience, and calm existence Algie was a much better match for the stone. He may not see it manifest for quite some time from the trauma, but his calm life would help to ease the stress. Algie did his best to send this tiny stone as many good vibes as he could. He’d only just gotten it and he already felt for Bloo. Halo’s internal conflicts had damaged so many, including herself, and while he loved her dearly he wished she could do better for all the children and creatures that had come to rely on her over the years. Had he been a bad father? Did Halo’s knack for magic and his own personal career choice lead her down a dark path? He knew her acquaintances and there were quite a few who he wished she didn’t know. In response to his doubts he felt the stone tremble in his palm. Algie opened his hand to glance at it again. It hadn’t changed or moved physically but he’d felt it react. “Does Halo upset you?” Nothing. “You don’t want me to feel bad?” It pulsed only slightly. That was as good a response as any. Perhaps it was better to stop thinking and just rest. It had been a trying day for all of them. As he sat there his daughter was packing her things and preparing to leave in search of her husband. She’d be gone by morning. “I think you are a good soul, Bloodstone.” He got no response but Algie was fine with that. There were weirder things going on than him talking to a gemstone.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 5:44 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:07 am
the market trip
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Like Jesus played martyr, I'll drill through your hands Time seemed to have flown by for Algie, each day much the same as the last. Inevitably, Alejandro and Lafe seemed to have moved on. Alex had come and talked to him and told him that his life had grown complicated and that he would need time away from home to sort it out. Of course Lafe would be with him. Like all children it was time for them to leave home. He told them they always had a place, had a bed, if they ever needed it. So the house was quieter now. The summer had been beautiful and day by day Hela imposed a little more of her taste and decor onto the house. She spent time in the main room, which now had a large flat screen TV, with the smaller members of the household (faeries and Mendel alike). She would have friends over and Algie became familiar with them and became much more established as her 'Dad'. Algie was happy to fill the role for someone. Girls always seemed to like to have a dad around just in case anything happened. As time had flown Algie had kept up with his diligent efforts to nurture Bloodstone. He still wore the stone as a ring and he'd felt, especially lately, that soon the stone would evolve. It was stronger now and he felt its influence very strongly in certain situations. Today was one of those days. Algie found himself at the outdoor market enjoying the burgeoning fall weather. The fruit was still fresh and delicious at the end of the season and he wanted to stock up for preserves before he couldn't get anymore. The largest stand was rather packed but Algie had sort of slid himself in, getting a spot in line for some particularly desirable plums. Something about the plums at this booth were irresistible but whether it was magic or enchantments, Algie gave himself over just for this one item (they weren't a harm.. just plums). An elderly lady stood in front of him in line. She reminded him of his own mother except this lady he saw often and was very caught up in the modern 'green' trend. She always had her reusable woven bag with large flowers on it packed to the rim with organic vegetables and fair trade coffee beans. She still had that smell, that smell that reminded him of his mother's cottage and that signature perfume that every woman over the age of 80 seemed to wear. Even though they'd never spoken, Algie had affection for this market regular. In the bustle of the market and the business of this booth the wizard heard a loud voice coming their way. A rather large sweaty man seemed to be shoving his way through the line. Most of the shoppers were old ladies (it was rather early) and were easily shoved to the side and waylaid by the pushy customer. Algie steeled himself for a shove from behind, bracing himself against the booth's table in an effort to protect the lady in front of him as well as himself. The shove came and it came in force, jostling Algie's glasses and pushing him into his self imposed elderly charge. The lady looked up at him, shocked behind her old style spectacles. "Oh my...” She chirped softly and Algie just gave her a smile, though a frustrated one. Having not forced his way through the sweaty bully blubbered angrily behind him, "Excuse me. Coming through. Move please." Now, Algie was not one for confrontation but he couldn't bear disrespect. "I'm sorry sir," he turned to the larger man, "but there is a line here. We've been waiting a few minutes but it shouldn't take long. Now if you'll just...” The man blubbered again, this time bristling with anger, "I have to be at work in 20 minutes. Now let me through." He pushed a bloated hand out and shoved Algie's shoulder. It was with enough strength to once again hit into the woman in front of him, her bag falling from her hands onto the ground. Algie could feel the ring on his hand buzzing, the stone hummed in reaction though no one but he could sense it. Normally he'd do something sly, a spell or curse on the man. He'd give him uncontrollable diarrhea for the rest of the day or cause him to suffer from premature male pattern baldness, but today he could feel something gather at the base of his spine and tense up. Algie's face tensed, his green eyes filled with anger. He pushed his glasses up his nose, Bloodstone glinting on his finger with a sudden darkness. "I said, sir, that there is a line here." With little thought Algie's arm pulled back, immediately after fixing his glasses, and punched the man squarely in the face. Bloodstone seemed pleased, feeling the tingle down his arm. The bloated bully, more shocked to being hit than actually damaged, stumbled backwards and tripped on an orange sending him sprawled on his back. A chorus of laughs arose from the old women in line. The lady in front of Algie thanked him, his back already to the man and picking up her groceries that she'd spilled. Algie paid no mind to the man who seemed to have lost his bluster rather quickly (but did note that he had a Bloodstone shaped dent in his face). Algie didn't comment but accepted all the thanks with a blush. The anger seemed gone as fast as it had come and his steely demeanor disappeared as soon as the bully had hit the ground. On his trip home he looked at his ring, Bloodstone having returned to its normal polished sheen. It seemed to buzz gently and he suspected the stone's growing strength and influence over him. Clearly Bloo was stronger and he wondered what he was in for when the stone finally evolved.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:15 pm
emergence
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hang on to the glory of my right hand There was smoke in the air. He thought he could hear screaming but the sounds of spells and explosions drowned out human communication. Soot and blood smeared his face and his hair whipped in his eyes. An explosion shook the ground and he was blown to the side. All he could see and hear was ringing white space and under his bent body were sharp rocks and rubble.
His vision swam and bobbed back together, blinding white fading to the bloody battlefield spread out before him. In a moment not rocked by spellfire, voices buzzed around his ear. He heard the words 'trap' and 'slaughter'. He stumbled over his robes getting to his feet and his brilliant eyes traced the horizon. He was far from calm but he was regaining control.
"Where is everyone? Forbes?" His voice carried to them but was lost. Gone? Dead? He stumbled, glancing down to find another colleague dead at his feet. A dark clothed figure whipped past him and his deadly skill kicked in. He was made for this! He and the figure's duel lasted seconds as he dodged some poorly aimed spells and countered with a body lock. The enemy froze, teetering in position, perfect for him to deliver a swift kick in the chest and finally a vicious kill.
Splattered in blood, his own and other's, he breathed hard and turned to see more of them. More and more of them. A shocking amount.
"It was a trap." His whisper carried to his commanding unit and he realized he was far from them. Too far.
"There is no hope coming.." There was a snake like whisper in his ear that turned his blood cold. "Oh little Jade-Eyesssss.." The voice itself froze him in his tracks. "You are too far away. Did you even know? Battling so hard."
It was true and as his vision broadened he realized that the enemy had him surrounded. He would be the newest victim to the Dark Lord he'd tried so hard to defeat. The figures closed him in and it seemed as if the battle had suddenly stopped just for him. They circled and in the center he was alone... with this.. Evil.
"I know who you are. Bright and promising. Top of your class.. leader of your unit.. mastered in many magic arts." The Dark Lord let out a shrill laugh. "You.. You are perfect to be my example."
He stared up, into the tip of the evil wizard's wand. Would he die?
"There will be only pain."His screaming woke him up but Algie quickly regained composure. It was a dream that had haunted him for most of his adult life but he had not had it for a long time. What would trigger it now? The wizard rose from the bed and walked to the mirror. His feline companion barely stirred on his pillow and he gave her an affectionate pat before he stood before his own reflection. He studied his own face, noting the lines of age and greying with little concern. He spoke softly to himself, "They look good on me I think." He raised his hand to his bare chest to touch the never-faded tattoo of his younger days. The Jade-Eyes. The Emerald Dragon. The image blinked sleepily from his chest, tendrils of inked smoke curling across the surface of his flesh. Magic. "Magic." He wondered why he didn't notice before but in the mirror his ring had changed. No.. not the ring. Bloodstone had changed. The stone seemed to glimmer with personality. It rattled on his hand in response to him noticing it but it seemed to have firmly attacked itself to his finger. "Well look at you." Algie raised his hand to admire the stone. It covered his apendage like finger armor though the shadows that enveloped it seemed to whip about like green and red fire in places. "You are beautiful. Did you do that? The nightmare?" He recalled something from his reading about the stone's properties and as he spoke the darkness unlatched from his hand and swirled around his hand before just hovering in front of his face. It had tendrils that it seemed to control though at times they were intangible like flame. "Stimulates dreaming.." He smirked. "Please stimulate nicer dreams next time." Bloodstone spun in a circle and Algie sensed a cheekiness about the turn. It jumped from side to side quickly before enveloping his finger once more like firey dark armor. Something about this stone liked the dream. To Algie it was a dark and painful memory but even though the stone could not walk the dream or see it, it absorbed the essence. That event had marked Algie to his very soul and now he shared that soul with Bloodstone. It made the wizard frown as he headed back to his bed. He scratched his chest idly and his dragon tattoo twitched in annoyed reaction. Algie did not like this stone's fondness for violence. Wasn't the previous Bloo a peace maker and caregiver? They all told him that the old Bloo seemed to break the 'rules' of being a shadow being. Perhaps this one embraced them a little more. "This will be.." yaaaaawn "interesting."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 6:44 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 11:44 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 12:12 pm
leaving
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so with sin I condemn you The fall breeze sent the leaves around the house shaking against the windows. A storm was on the horizon and even now you could hear the rumbling in the distance. The stream and small pond in the back yard were already swelling as the rain water traveled down from the north. The house itself sat in silence. In a room or two TV screens glowed blue in the dark but doors were closed and sound was muted to allow for the other sleeping residents. A medusa's tail disappeared around a corner as Otium, the only son still living on premises, cracked his door and stuck his pale face outside. It may have been silent to everyone else but to the boy the hallway was paced by a shade or two. Each looked at him, silent and reverent, and continued their unending vigil. Immaculate followed behind him, as the boy had grown so had she, a large white bear-cat. She now stood as tall as his hip and her tail was long and thick with shaggy fur. She no longer leapt about like a babe but was more of a defensive protector than her previous role of 'conscience' for her bonded. The teen was clad in a double breasted travelling suit, dark grey and perfectly tailored. His waistcoat was white, his ascot the deepest of blacks. In fact everything about the boy was monochrome except for the glowing pale blue eyes that lit up the dark hall and the various golden accents her wore: a pocket watch, tie pin and cufflinks. His hair was jet black and very long, tied into a ponytail that's tip reached the top of his buttocks and he'd managed to grow some sideburns that stopped right below his ears. Everything about this teenager was business. His expression was as serious as a funeral but for once he didn't look morose. He'd finally made up his mind and was going to leave this place. For good. His trip through the halls of the house brought him only painful memories of abandonment. The joyous days of his childhood were taken when his brother Mael disappeared. His mother abandoned them all and the only teacher he ever respected, Bloodstone, was almost destroyed by her selfishness. He had no need for this house anymore but he had one final farewell to make. He left his travelling bag (a perfect vintage leather tote) at the top of the stairs and turned toward his grandfather's rooms. He'd mastered slipping through the wards a while ago after a few well worded letters to his uncles Tom and Carmine. A year or so ago he used to sneak in and mess around with Algie's collectibles and his magical paraphernalia. He'd found a box heavy with spiritual energy and tied to a collection of shades who were all being suppressed by his grandfather's magical wards. Those shades were Algie's former friends, former colleagues, who he had lost during his years in service. Otium didn't know if Algie knew what he was doing to those spirits, bound as they were to him, but when he tried to tell him his grandfather grew agitated and angry that the boy had invaded his privacy. Otium never had the chance to share his discovery. He now stood silently over Algie's sleeping body. He could tell the man was dreaming by the way his eyes darted behind his lids. He slept still, not one who rolled around, his hands resting on his bare chest just below the emerald dragon tattoo (whose image also slept, rings of smoke drifting from it's enchanted nostrils). Otium wasn't there for Algie though. He focused on the man's hand where Bloodstone sat in the shadowy form of finger armor. The teen wasn't sure if wisps slept but he wasn't very worried about being caught. "Bloo.." His voice was flat, deeper than it used to be but still caught between child and man. "Bloodstone." As if waking from a nap the smokey tendrils unwound and the armor like appearance disappeared. Bloodstone rose slowly and moved towards the stark white hand of Otium, outstretched to recieve him. He caressed the boy's long, soft hands with his shadows in recognition and clear affection. "I suppose you remember me then. Though I am unsure what else you do remember." Otium, who never smiled anymore, softened his expression. "You seem like a child now this way. Even when you were a child you didn't seem like one. So very serious. So very calm and attentive. I want to tell you things that they may not tell you. I don't know if you will retain them or they will be wiped clean when you continue to develop, but I want to tell you anyway." Bloo stopped moving as much, becoming still in the boy's palm. Even his shadows seemed only to flicker upwards like flames instead of their usual constant waving. "I wanted to thank you, firstly. Thank you for teaching me so much and leaving so much here in posterity when you... left." he couldn't think of another word for it. "All the fighting lessons, wrestling and martial arts. All the lessons on staying calm and keeping control, it was all worth it and I wanted you to know that. I even went and read your books while you were gone on religion and god. I am not so sure that I believe a lot of what those people say about the divine but I can at least say I am informed." His pale blue eyes flickered briefly with their own inner flame and it half lit the room. Algie shifted his head but was clearly still sleeping. "I also wanted to tell you, as well as I could, that I am sorry. I am sorry if I was ever difficult with you and I am sorry, most of all, for how my mother treated you." The stone did not react at all. Otium had half expected some sort of noticeable difference to show that Bloo had an opinion. "If she ever comes back be wary of her. She is selfish. She left us all and in doing so she almost destroyed you. You probably don't remember and I know that just because I told you doesn't mean you will feel that way but I just wanted, hoped, that I could give you a warning and maybe it will linger with you. Maybe if she ever comes back and she's smiling and trying to start everything back up again like nothing happened... well maybe somewhere inside of you you'll feel that apprehension towards her." Bloo stayed completely still but on the conclusion on his words he settled in Otium's palm, stretching out his shadows and emanating that soothing aura that came so naturally. Whether it was a natural instinct or a deliberate action, the wisp clearly didn't want Otium to be upset about the subject. The teen's mouth quirked only slightly at the corners. "Still somewhat the same, hmm? Thank you." Otium stepped back and Bloo took the chance to return to Algie's finger. It did need to rest as well and was happy in the shadows of the dark bedroom. The pale teenager turned and went into Algie's desk drawer to remove the box he remembered. Around it, unseen to all but him, was an air of pain and desperation. He opened it and looked at the rings inside. Each ring was a soul who was tied to this place and tied to Algie. The elder wizard was keeping them suppressed unwillingly. Otium had tried to help but because he was a child his efforts were ignored. The strange teen got a surge of anger. He left the box open on the desk and spun. In a few long strides he was back beside the bed and with a well planned swing, he slapped Algie straight across the face. Algie shot right up, his green eyes locked onto Otium but the boy was kneeling on the side of the bed and already had his grandfather's face secured between palms. His voice was low and serious and he gave the older man no chance to protest. Bloodstone stayed on Algie's hand but was clearly invigorated by the violent outburst. "I am leaving here. You broke your daughter's lives and now they are breaking the lives of a new generation. Please do something good with yourself. Please listen. You never listened before but you will now. You will not remember this tomorrow but my words, this demand, will stay with you." Algie's awareness seemed to slip from his eyes and it was as if he were in a trance. "You will help those souls. Everything connected with that box over there." He pointed. "Help them. It's your duty. You were the best of them and they all loved you. Please do it. Find a way and atone." Otium backed away and smoothed his clothes. Algie remained sitting upright and staring off into space. It was part of Otium's gift and the words wormed their way into his brain. He would always feel the nag now, the need to fix this lingering problem. Algie blinked his eyes, regaining his awareness but definitely unaware of being slapped. "Otium?" He groaned and yawned. "Is that you?" "Go back to sleep. I wasn't here." And just like that Algie nodded, laying back down and closing his eyes. Bloodstone's excitement over the violence had faded and it was once again nothing more than a sleeping shadow on the wizard's hand as Otium slipped out of the bedroom with a whispered, "Goodbye."
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 8:03 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:53 am
halloween
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dressed to the blues.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 11:35 am
mass
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can someone save us? “Our father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.” Algie kept his head bowed and recited the well known prayer. It was probably the only prayer he knew and only because it was so common that there was no way a learned man could not know it. He peeked from side to side, surprised by the odd mix of people he found in a Catholic church on Gaia. He was never one for monotheistic religion. It seemed to be against most of what he held dear and was not commonly practiced amongst his people. Wizards found the theory of a white bearded, man in the sky to be rather ridiculous and something for much simpler people. Having only thought of this he felt a ripple of backlash down his bond to Bloodstone. Bloo had been the one that made him come to this church. Perhaps the idea had been his, some attempt to appease the interest that the wisp had in religion, but the follow through had been initiated by the wisp itself. Bloo “sat” reverently on top of the pew beside his bond, his shadowy tendrils resting along the rim of the seat and keeping the stone upright to “see”. It barely moved and seemed to be absorbing the prayers and sermons devoutly. Algie hoped the stone would not emerge as some sort of Christian zealot. If it was one thing he couldn’t bear it was the common intolerance that seemed to be placed alongside religion by those too foolish to question it. It wasn’t that the religion itself was intolerant, but that people abused the good teachings and warped them to carry on self imposed religious ‘missions’. They’d reached a point in the mass where he was required to stand. The elder wizard paused a moment, rising after everyone else had, delayed in his lack of knowledge of the order of ceremony. Those around him murmured some other prayers along with the priest and he faked it well, muttering nonsense in time with those who knew what they were doing. The theme of this day’s mass was forgiveness, of others as well as one’s self. Algie wondered if somehow the wisp had known when he’d darted for the door during their daily walk. Was Bloodstone trying to tell him something? Did the stone itself seek that similar guidance? Was the wisp capable yet of such deep thinking? It could, just as well, be a coincidence. The topic was something that was common in religion, but for Algie was striking surprisingly close to home. He now was required to kneel and used the opportunity to close his eyes and enjoy the setting. He had to admit that the church was beautiful, the architecture was amazing, and the light through the stained glass windows played out across the scene in such a way that he hoped there was a God who could appreciate the effort his followers made in his name. Algie enjoyed the quiet. Even though the congregation was going over their prayers and listening intently to the priest, Algie could feel the comfort of the place. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."Algie felt something pang with these words and glanced up to the priest who continued on in his sermon. He then glanced at Bloo who was no longer resting on the pew, but now hung closer to Algie, drifting gently in the man’s shadow like he was caught in an ocean’s push and pull. Algie felt Bloo’s natural soothing aura also ebb and flow and also found a rhythm there that matched the tempo of the preacher’s sermon. He felt caught up in this, having found lately that he felt restless. The events on Halloween had not helped his inner struggle in the least bit, and it anything had put him more on edge. Before Algie knew it he snapped back to reality. “Lord Jesus Christ, you said to your apostles: I leave you peace, my peace I give you. Look not on our sins, but on the faith of your Church, and grant us the peace and unity of your kingdom where you live forever and ever.”The congregation, including Algie who had at least caught on at this point, replied, “Amen.” “The Peace of the Lord be with you always.”“And also with you.” “Let us offer each other a sign of peace.”A little old lady down the row scooted closer to Algie and offered him a wizened hand, “Peace be with you.” She smiled and he echoed it, taking her hand and offering peace to her as well. Perhaps he could see what those ‘unenlightened’ received from this. Bloodstone seemed pleased, basking in the calming and peaceful nature of the church and coming here, really, had all been for the wisp’s benefit anyway. There was a Eucharist, of which Algie did not partake as he was unbaptized and felt uncomfortable violating the tenants of a faith in which he was sitting in as something of an observer. It looked rather terrible anyway and a child a row in front of them made awful faces as he ate the dry circular wafer. Algie found himself lost in his own head, mildly bothered by the fact that the nagging in the back of his mind had not gone away in several weeks. Even the peace and quiet of a church had not lessened it. Even with the final words from the priest, “Go in the peace of Christ.” Algie had not found that exact thing. He hummed the tune from the closing song as they walked home. Bloo seemed energized, a lot more so lately, and the wizard hoped that soon he would develop. He felt like the being was trapped, yearning to break free and speak and touch and move about on its own. The wisp currently darted in and out of shadows in front of him and as they rounded the block, zoomed to the front door. Strangely the wisp did not just fly into the house, but lingered on the step. Algie was behind and realized the wisp was hovering around a small envelope that had been left on the doorstep. A strangely familiar, but elusive, handwriting scrawled out his name on the envelope. It was his full name, his name from home. ‘Algernon Mixlin’ Algie shouldered open the front door, adjusting his glasses as he idly flicked a finger and the envelope popped open. A chill ran up his spine as he read the message aloud. We do NOT forgive those who trespass against us.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 8:15 am
night time surprises
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let the cleansing begin Algie was cleaning the library. Not his favorite thing but with some good music and a few handy spells, it could be done quickly and easily. The music was light, something Celtic sung by a woman. The wizard hummed, spinning slowly in place and moving his arms, wand in hand, as if he were conducting an orchestra. Around him sailed books, feather dusters, brooms, polish and dust rags. He hummed and smiled and was happy to let menial work occupy his thoughts. It was evening time and even Bloodstone was enjoying the activity. The wisp danced in and out of the floating paraphernalia, often touching or holding things as if to show that he was helping. The wisp seemed to have gained trust in his bond, not so much as stopping when his personal collection of books and knick knacks rose from into the air and sailed about the room to join the magical dance. Once they were dusted and shined Algie flicked his wrist and they sailed back into their usual spots as if nothing had happened. A slower tune started to play and as he was wrapping things up, Algie slowed down the sailing objects, allowing the books to fly back to their rightful places and the cleaning supplies danced slowly towards the closet whose door was already open and waiting for them. Just as the last feather duster lifted itself towards its hook the room was rocked with a bloodcurdling scream. It was enough to make Algie flinch, Bloo fly back towards his bond, and the poor feather duster clatter to the floor. Before the wizard could even pursue the noise there was a weeping teenaged squid-girl at door. Her large blue eyes were full of tears and she was babbling. “Oh my god.. Oh my god..” She rubbed her hands across her eyes and the luminescent spots that ran along her body were brightly glowing with her stressed state. Algie rushed to her, concern etched into his features. “What’s the matter Hela? What happened?” She sniffled and pulled her sweater closer around her. She looked suddenly bashful and embarrassed at her own behavior. Bloodstone sailed to her and rested on her shoulder, doing his best to emanate soothing and calming energies. “I was in the living room with Gallium watching TV and then like there was this loud screech and a GIANT bird crashed into the window! It was so loud and I think it might be like a hawk or an eagle and like, oh my god, I am so stupid. What a baby!” She stared down at her tentacled lower body and the burgundy of her skin seemed to deepen in embarrassment. “It totally might be dead though, Algie. It hit the window pretty hard. Didn’t break it but..” She looked up at him with wide eyes, “what if the poor monster bird is DEAD?!” Algie let out a sigh of relief and put his arms around her shoulder in a comforting hug. He almost let out a laugh but didn’t want to further embarrass his poor ward. He ushered her out of the library and Bloo rode along, still resting on her shoulder but vibrating with strange emotions that Algie felt along their bond. It was something like a mild vengeance, a desire to smite whatever monster animal had scared the poor girl. Algie quashed the feeling and tut-tutted the wisp with a click of his tongue. They found Gallium, all of a couple inches tall, pressing her gooey silver palms against the window in an effort to see whatever monstrous bird had the unfortunate meeting with their window pane. She was cursing loudly and tossing her heavy metal curls recklessly around for attention. Algie left her there, instead moving to door that led outside and onto their patio. It was a cold night and he shivered slightly with the air that assaulted him upon opening the door. Hela seemed to not notice (she had a natural tolerance to cold) but started to sniffle again when she saw the large black mass underneath the window. It looked to be huge, almost the size of a turkey, but in the darkness Algie couldn’t be sure if it was safe or not so he instructed her to stay put. The wizard approached it cautiously, his wand out and pointed at the black mass. In the darkness he had to get right next to it before he realized that it wasn’t a monster bird at all. “Well, though odd to be flying around at night, this is an impressively large raven.” Algie rested his hand on the bird which was clearly not conscious. Bloo drifted down to it, floating around the bird and now seemingly unsure if his desire for ‘vengeance’ was justified. “I do think it’s also alive.” Hela let out a great sigh of relief, “Thank god! Can you, like, make it better? Is it like injured in anyway?” Algie illuminated the bird with his wand and felt carefully along its wings and legs. It seemed to be fine but was definitely and thoroughly knocked out. He noted that the tip of its beak was an odd silver color but besides that and its size, there seemed to be nothing else out of the ordinary. Anyone trying to sneak in and utilizing spells or magic would have found the wards on the house quite formidable. “Can we bring it inside?” Hela was suddenly at Algie’s side, gripping his arm with large pleading eyes. “I feel so bad! Just until it wakes up! What if an animal comes and eats it while it’s unconscious!? We can’t let that happen!” Algie snorted in amusement and stood, he carefully levitated the raven with his wand. There would be no harm in letting the bird inside. They would let it go in the morning when it awakened. He found it odd though, Bloodstone stuck closely to the bird and seemed to be distrustful of it. Was there something going on or was the wisp just playing defender to the girls of the household?
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 8:04 am
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