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 Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 7:49 pm
"You're right there," he whispered back, looking once again to their mother. He would never get over the creepiness of her eyes; it was sad, because one was supposed to find something such as their mother's eyes to be comforting, yet he always felt worried when he saw them. Perhaps because they were rarely open.
Offering Yysida a bright smile, he turned back to his brother and spoke in a hushed tone.
"We'll have to wait, I suppose. If we can slip away sometime, then so be it. If not," he took a deep breath, looking conflicted over the desire to be good and the desire to do as his brother wanted. "Then we'll have to do as she says, won't we?"
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Once she had been able to stand, Loki swept a glance over her person, taking it every detail he could. She was so... light, she seemed to be soft and lavender and white. He wondered vaguely if the sun would burn her, should she remain in it so long.
Yes, that was it; the ocean had been what was so familiar about the place. He had smelled it and - apparently - thought of home, perhaps. Or maybe he really had been here before. He had to admit, he was taken aback by her modest reply, and already felt the urge to tease her ebbing away. He could almost feel something else about her, that she wasn't just a dainty flower, but he wasn't about to accidentally make somebody cry when he had been unprovoked.
"I am Loki." His smile had faded a bit, but it was returning. "I hail from above, I think." With that, he gestured to the sky. "Although one can never be too certain, with a memory as faulty as mine." He shrugged, unable to supply her with a true answer, he'd noted, and laughed. "I suppose that may or may not qualify me as a foreigner; you are more familiar with this area, yes? Where do you hail from?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 8:19 pm
Not real, not real, not real. The other's words echoed in her ears, hammering on her soul, shaking what little confidence she had at the moment. Fear, both her own and the shaking creature's assailed her. Feeding off eachother and growing.
She was real, wasn't she? She had her own thoughts and memories and experiences. If she wasn't real, she wouldn't have all of that, would she? The small homunculus pulled back and away, curling into herself, and pulling as far away from the beings around her as she could.
"I'm real. I know I'm real. I have to be real." She shuddered and shivered violently.
There were too many emotions, too many doubts. She started to breathe fast and hard, unable to pull enough oxygen into her lungs. Without any thought or planning on her part, she bolted. Her steps shaky as they led her towards the waterfront.
She had to get somewhere safe, if there was such a place. She ducked into the shadows of two buildings away from the bustling crowds. Maybe her fears wouldn't be able to find her here?
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:06 pm
The sea breeze felt good on Noel's misty body, though he did have to be careful, lest he be blown away. Through his sleeves, he held onto Fulmine's arm, making sure he didn't drift off. Luckily, the wind blew inland, so even if he were to drift, he wouldn't be dragged out to sea.
Soft, deep breaths reached Noel's ears once more, and he looked to an ally way. It was the same little being from before. With determination, and an disapproving look from Fulmine, he floated over to her, touching her shoulder. Fulmine kneeled down as well.
"What is wrong, Little one? No need to be frightened. We are friends." Fulmine spoke, gently patting The Humonculi's hair. "No need to be alarmed. We're here to help."
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:07 pm
A pale cloak covered him from head to toe, though his wings were allowed free through some subtle slits in the
back. He kept a hood over his head, covering his frosty hair and horns. Really, with how much he’d traveled
before, it would be easy for others to spot him. The ice constellation was keeping a tight reign on his powers, only
allowing a subtle air of coldness to emit. And even then, it could only be felt if they were too near.
His gaze had been left on Haveni’s feet for a long duration of their trip—taking note of each step they took and
when they stopped to tell when the group took a pause or continued. When they stopped at a city near the sea,
Aeos could feel his displeasure. While he enjoyed the water, the sea aggravated him with its endless amount of
salts. He lifted his head as he watched Haveni fly off to peer out at the wide blue hues of the ocean.
Aeos sighed, keeping an eye on both their charge and Seir, though he couldn’t help but all his attention to drift
along the different sorts of moonfolk all around them. Shuddering, he closed his wings tighter against his back. He
didn’t know what would happen to this city if they stayed here.
Seir watched as Haveni stumbled across Loki with almost wry amusement. However, considering Noctis was all
too annoyed by the appearance of what seemed like another playboy, his attention shifted to other things. His
glowing aqua gaze rolled over the buildings and whatnot, and then over the moving groups of constellations and
twilifs. There were so many, many that quite naïve to the happenings all around them.
He sighed contently to himself, somehow pleased.
Oh, the destruction he would reign.
(Just so no one thinks I dropped off the face of the meta. :'D)
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:07 pm
Haveni thought about this question a few moments, before answering. "I come from below, I think."
She gave a polite smile, yet withheld her own name. She had been doing this lately, not sure if any rumors had passed around of a horrifying candle maker named Haveni causing destruction.
She gave a cautious glance back at the group she had arrived with. "Again, I apologize for my clumsiness," she gave a slight tip of her head, before ambling back towards them. She still wasn't sure if Ruin would be here or not, or why they were there. But, she liked it here. It was bustling yet peaceful, and the wind and the sea and sunshine played a beautiful harmony as it intermingled with the shade of the large trees, and calmness of the shade that it offered.
((sorry for short, I am also waiting for others to kick in, as I'm sure some of us are....partying!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:10 pm
The prospect of clinging to his mother's skirts the entire time he was in the big, beautiful port city was a little disappointing, to say the least. Nevertheless, if it had to be done, it had to be done. If anything, perhaps a visit with no terrible deeds coming down upon them would convince their mother that they could be trusted to go about on their own.
A sneak peek over his shoulder once more made him doubt the thought. Though she trailed a slight distance behind them, there was no doubt she wasn't going to let them out of her sight.
"I suppose." A definite sulk to his tone, he wiggled away, putting enough distance between himself and Ashdel that they could walk easily. Still, he offered his hand, never doubting that his brother would take it.
"Oh, Ashdel! Look!" Jerking his chin toward the sea, he breathed, "Sea foam!"
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The Unreal began to shrink away, and Roen wondered. Usually, she was afraid of them, not the other way around. This was strange, and unfamiliar. She didn't like it. Eyes rolling, she caught a glimpse of the sky, blue and peaceful.
Nothing like the turbulence of her mind, the unsteady whirling of thoughts and fragmented ideas. Oh, how she wished she could hold onto one thing - for just a moment -
Hands stretching out, she moaned, "Roen is sorry, sorry." but the homunculus was gone. She had scared her away, and she wasn't coming back.
Wings fanning out, she took a few tentative steps, hooves clattering against the stonework on the ground. If the Unreal started running, what would she have?
"Roen has nothing." Eyes filling, she blinked furiously, rubbing the heels of her hands under her eyes. That was what she wanted, wasn't it? To be left alone.
But alone...
Closing her eyes, she drew her wings in again, lowering herself to a sitting position. She was alone.
They were all around her, everywhere, and she was all alone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:41 pm
"I'm real, I'm real, I'm real." She repeated the mantra over and over, as if saying it often enough would prove it to be true. The fear she had felt from the other and the vehement words had her doubting even her own existence.
The shadows embrace was cold and comforting. Alone, she managed to calm her breathing and her emotions, but it took so much effort and concentration she didn't hear or feel the others coming until she felt the heavy weight of a hand on her shoulder.
Turning her bright blue eyes to look at the newcomers. Even when she couldn't make out their appearances that well, waves of gentle kindness rolled over her. Even without the words, she felt like she could trust them.
She leaned into the comforting touch, burying her face against his chest.
"Alone." She whispered almost brokenly."Cempa, where's Cempa?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 10:07 pm
Cempa..? Noel's letters appeared before his brother, tilting his head. He got a response as a simple shrug. Fulmine continued to stroke the little being's back, picking her up and taking her out to the water's edge, on a dock. He sat her down beside Noel, who had taken a seat down, placing the basket he carried on his robes to prevent him from being swept away.
"You rest here.. Try to calm down.." Fulmine murmured, offering her some of the cider and bread they had brought for lunch. "Collect your thoughts, then explain to us what's wrong."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:25 am
She leaned forward slightly, resting on the balls of ever-bare feet. Her lantern, strange and foreign in design, hitched over her left shoulder and burned brightly away. The iron of the instrument simmered red hot - yet she seemed unaffected, both in the hands that held the lantern's rod and the shoulder it rested on. The stone of the wall she crouched upon bit into her soles, itching due to the friction. Sankke pulled her foot up and back for a moment, resettling into a more comfortable position; where her skin scraped against the rock, black soot remained.
The Twilif looked out over the bustling streets of the city, perched like an aesthetic gargoyle: seeming just ready, just yearning to swoop down. Indifference smoldered in ember eyes. This place was pretty, Sankke mused. Priyal, the port city. The town on the water. But the big question - the one that she had a feeling she'd find an answer to sooner than later - would all that water keep the city from burning, just like the last?
And that last. Sankke closed her eyes to remember it. She'd heard on the after-burning breeze that they called it Lost Village now. Would they be rebuilding the tatters they had been left with? She didn't know. By the time she had hopped out of that town, people were still screaming. Gun rapport still shattered the air. Fires and glorious Constellations still ravaged the innocents there. When she'd left, it had been to the cries of those innocents, those scared and dying.
Thinking of this made one part of Sankke shudder. And yet, remembering the blaze of power that rocked that land even for such a short time... her eyes lit up. Such strength! Such consumption. Even if she didn't care for their reasoning, she had to admire their strength. And with this, the Twilif had turned her back on Lost Village. Sure, she knew that "Good" and "Bad" had to exist somewhere in the conflict - but she did not know them, and she did not acknowledge them. As of yet, Sankke was neither good nor bad herself.
Ugh. Sankke slid off of the wall, leaving prints of black as she leapt off of it and down into the street below. She wended her way along, unhurried and careless; her lantern bobbing along, bright above her head. Oh, Priyal was a fine and lovely city. Very pretty, very pristine.
She had a sneaking feeling it would find itself stained soon enough.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:39 am
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She walked in confidently, ignoring the surprised guards on either side of the door. Her face was stony, a hardened expression making her features cold. Men jumped up as she passed them, their wooden chairs clattering loudly in the silence. They held an air of respect, of admiration, of fear.
And they were right to be afraid.
Nashara reached the end of the hallway, flinging open the ornately carved wooden door in front of her. She stomped in, slamming the door behind her with a large blast of air. Papers scattered through the air, flying off of the immense oak desk in the center of the room. A detailed Oriental rug covered the floor beneath her, the carpet thick and soft. Tapestries covered the walls, the embroideries tasteful and sophisticated. Light streamed into the room through two large glass doors behind the desk, the clear panes showing a balcony with a view of the ocean.
Walking forward, she reached into a drawer in the desk, pulling out some cloth and a needle, then headed out onto the balcony. Wind caressed her face, the familiar friend scented with the welcome smell of sea brine. Azure stretched out beneath her, undulating in the breeze. Wrenching herself out of her reverie, she glanced down at her dress, a blackened patch of fabric reminding her of her bad mood.
That dark-haired lightning bug had gotten a lucky shot. If it wasn't for Nashara's speed and reflexes, she would have gotten a lot more than some burned cloth. Still, the group had managed to flee by the time she had put out her flaming dress.
Reaching downward, Nashara ripped the ruined fabric away from the dress. Placing the square of fabric she had grabbed over the hole, she deftly began to sew it on. She quickly fell back into old habits, leaving her mind free to wander; this was a task she had once done quite frequently.
This place was one of her old safe houses. She had lived in Priyol quite some time; being a port city, thieving was quite profitable and relatively easy. It was only some six months ago that she had left. Fingers had begun to point, and she had needed to let things cool down. A smile flitted across her face as she thought of the men in the outer hallway. She still held authority here.
Voices drifted on the wind, mere whispers in her ear. Those voices were familiar.
She dropped the needle, the now-affixed patch melding seamlessly into her dress. Racing over to the balcony, she leaned over the intricately wrought metal, peering down into the city below. Her breath caught as she saw the group. The rumors had been right. There was Haveni, her paleness a drop of blood in snow. The belted man stood close by her side, a strange look of jealousy on his face. The cloaked man stood towards the front of the group, his expression the same self-confident smirk. And towards the back, a tall, dark-skinned woman stood, her body clothed in green. Nashara scowled.
That witch was going to pay.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 6:46 am
Epona arrived at Priyal exhausted but proud of herself. She left the Lost village (that's how they called their village now) to come here, looking for a specific herb for Sage. The little bunny has been inflicted by a strange disease since he came back to the village after he followed the cursed ones and Sadako. It took some time to figure out what's wrong with him and still now, no one was sure. But Priyal was known to have rare herbs that can cure anything because it was a port city: lots of trading and merchants around.
She left without telling anyone. She did left a letter behind to Sage in case he would be looking for her. After the attack on the village, Epona decided to be strong and depend less on the others. She wanted to be useful, not a dead weight. That's how she felt around Eisha and the feeling grew more when the mysterious blue constellation left without a word to the village folks.
She was still a child, she knew that. But in order to grow up, she believed she had to act more mature and stronger. That's why she decided to come to this city alone. And she made it by herself. She was proud of that.
Besides, what could possibly go wrong on a small errand like this one?
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 7:56 am
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"Oh... oh dear." Ergo paced through the streets of what was once just the festival village, where one very dear to him lived. Now it seemed to be quieter, emptier. Something had happened, something awful, and as he walked, dazed, toward the lake, he was the boy again, the joker, the inevitable end coming. 'Twas too like before, the last time. The end. Only one thing was different.
The mist was gone. He was so used to seeing it when coming to this place, the mist which constantly clung low to the surface of the lake. He was the traveller again, blinking and confused in the day. As he stood and his mind slowly cycled back up, he was able to put the pieces together. The one he was here for had gone. No use staying, then. He turned, back toward the village. He was going to find where Noel was.
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That had been a week and a half ago. It hadn't taken long to figure out that everyone had migrated to Priyal. He had no idea why, but that wasn't important. What was important was that the sun was warm on his face and the dirt beneath his feet was dry. The sound that the birds made in the trees and the sound that his sandals made with each step was important. He was journeying again, and worries and fears had slipped away.
He crested the last hill and the city sprawled before him. He stopped a moment, enjoying the sight and sound and smell of his destination being reached. His ears flicked lightly at the slightest breeze. Then he was off again, the coin, his coin, rhythmically flipping, catching light, bouncing it off and away, then landing in his palm. It felt good to have a purpose again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:24 am
She wasn't used to such kindness, the actions of both nearly causing her to burst into tears once more. Hesitantly she accepted a small bit of cider, the motions of taking care of her body helping to soothe the agitated homunculi. She took a few deep breaths. Her thoughts were so fragmented, disjointed, unclear. How could she manage to put them into words? But she knew she had to try.
There were three facts that she knew beyond any doubt: 1) she had a twin sister, 2) said twin's name was Cempa, and 3) she was no longer where she belonged and she could no longer hear the voices and prayers. So maybe that was where she should start. Maybe these two could help her.
"I'm Azhure, and I have a twin sister. Her name is Cempa." She sighed. "I used to hear the prayers sent to comfort the souls of the departed by their loved ones. But I can no longer hear them." Her voice grew shaky and she started to tremble. "And then, I wake up in the middle of nowhere. I don't know where I am, and I'm all alone."
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Alone. I want to see Cempa."
She buried her face in her hands. Silent sobs wracking her small frame.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:55 am
Frei busied himself moving from stall to stall. After his village had been rebuilt, and his store in the works again, he decided to take a little break. Well, not really a break. He was still working, looking for merchandise for his store; decorations and trinkets to make the feel of the place more light, and soothing. Was it to erase bad memories from before? Or was he truly trying his hardest at making his new shop better than the last; he couldn't be sure himself. He picked up an incense burner and eyed it, running his cerulean hands over it gently.
His wings fluttered slightly every few moments, almost like a resting dragonfly. He was happy and eager to be here on the coast with the ocean breeze blowing around his long raven hair, and the bright sun beating down on him. It made him feel warm and at ease.
Setting down the incense burner, he turned, and moved on past other stands. He wasn't really sure what exactly he was looking for, but he'd know when he found it; the perfect pieces.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:54 am
Fulmine was beginning to get irritated at the constant sobbing of the homunculi. He was a being of action, not one to sit around and cry all day. He was very very tempted to leave the side of crying one, but Noel seemed too concern for her, and he couldn't communicate with her, for her eyes were closed and his mist letters could not reach her.
With a sigh, Fulmine tilted her head up, wiping the tears from the little one's eyes, Noel taking her hand and purring in a comforting manner.
"Oh Miss Ashure.. You must calm down!! Crying will not help the current situation!" Fulmine crooned as best as he could. "The prayers you heard.. Perhaps you came from a temple, or a church. Once you can pull your self together, we can try to help you.
Noel nodded, feeling himself be pulled away by the wind. That would not be very.. Good right now. He stood up, patting Cempa's head, then holding onto his basket again, smiling.
Fulmine, I'm going to go ask for some information about any church, grave yards, and other places where she might have came from... Fulmine nodded reluctantly, not used to comforting on his own, but did agree that he needed to find more information. Noel let the wind carry him slowly towards the bustling down, looking for someone who might know some information.
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