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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:02 am
Quote: Character Name: Acerola (Clara) Link to Heart Log: [x]Link to Fragment: (already done)
At first, she sat there awkwardly, glancing up at the Goddess every so often, unsure of what to write or who to write to. A few words were scrawled. Words were crossed out. She wasn't one of many words, and right now, she felt the recipient would be shocked at the sheer amount of text that would reach him. (Of course, she didn't know that the letter wouldn't ever reach him). And then the pen seemed to flow as she spilled out all her feelings into the letter.
Quote: Dear To For my dear friend Shu: I'm sorr Firstly, How are y Frankly, I'm not sure what to say. We haven't talked for so long. Are you doing well? I'm not even sure this will even reach you - I don't even know where you are. But regardless, I am going to share my feelings with you, as I used to do, once upon a time. I'm sorry for everything that I've done. For that cat I threw at your face and those scars on your face that had been left by that feline monster (though really, you threw him at me first, and you really did deserve it....but looking back, I do regret it). I'm sorry for apologizing almost a month later, because if I had gone before, I surely would have died laughing, and that wouldn't be an apology at all. I'm sorry about that incident. I know I really hurt you then. It was all my fault, and I know you don't want to see me ever again. I just want to let you know I understand. And I won't bring it up again, because if I did, I don't think I would have the heart to finish this letter. (See? I never fully mentioned what happened) And most of all, I'm sorry you ever became friends with me. I'm sorry for all the memories we created - the bad (because let's face it - they're bad) and the good (because.... remembering them....they hurt so so so much). If you had never met me, this mess wouldn't have happened. And I wouldn't be here, looking back with so much regret. I hope you've managed to continue on and look past these incidents. Part of me wanted to apologize because I never got a chance to. The other part of me wishes that you will never get this. [insert something here],
Clara
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:02 am
Quote: Character Name: Anni Rohn Link to Heart Log: ClickyLink to Fragment:Here Anni walked slowly up to the Goddess, her heart pounding, a glowing Fragmenf held close to her chest. Surprisingly, the great Ruin looked downright... normal, with her wings folded and scythe missing. She was still terrifying, probably capable of killing her where she stood, but Anni didn't feel threatened by her anymore. "Hey." Anni jumped at Ruin's voice. She looked up at the Goddess and realized she was on her stomach, leaning over her pedastal like a tigress in repose. Her taloned hand reached out to Anni, as if ready to take her hand. "Do you have a fragment? If you've got one, I'll let you see something that might interest you." Anni nodded, and gently placed the fragment in the winged Goddess' hand, where it disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Ruin rose sinuously to her full height and summoned her weapon, creating a darkness that seemed to surround Anni until there was nothing left... She was sitting in a chair, the seat uncomfortable and the air chilly. She could feel the eyes of the shadowed figure across from her, the figure resting its arms on the heavy desk between them. "Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back." Anni felt as if they were talking to someone else, but there was no one there but herself. She had the strangest feeling that her body was not hers, but that she was looking through someone else. "I'm sure." Anni could feel her lips move on their own, her tone strangely flat and harsh. "I don't care about the cost involved." The figure across from her sighed loudly. They opened up a drawer and placed a piece of paper and a pen on the hard surface, shoving it towards her with a soft rustle as it slid across the desk. "Very well. Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for. There is a chance you might not come back." "I don't need a letter." Anni could feel anger forming in the back of her mind. The figure tilted their head to one side. "Did you think I was joking? This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received." Anni sighed in annoyance, snatching the items in her hands and writing out the words quickly. Quote: Dear Annalise, I know I haven't written in a long time, but they told me to write to someone very special... Of course I thought of my only friend. You see, I'm going somewhere far, and I'm not sure I'm coming back. I was supposed to write a goodbye, so here it goes: Goodbye Annalise. I don't know who I could've become if it wasn't for you. If you weren't at that party, I wouldn't have been able to see how awful I used to be, I would have never known what true friendship is, I wouldn't have been able to summon the courage to apply at Amityville... And I might not come back to tell you how much I miss you. I hope you know that you are loved. Your family is the kind I wish I had, and I'm sure your new friends love you as much as I do. You're special, no matter what anyone tells you. Remember that. Annalise, I hope you never forget me, because I won't forget you. Best wishes, Rhiannon~ As she finished, the darkness started to fade, the outline of the figure before her coming into focus. It-- She-- took the paper from Anni, her words soft as she whispered: "These words aren't for you. You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten."Ruin pulled the pen from Anni's hand with clawed fingers, taking not only the object, but the memory as well. She could no longer remember what she had written, or who she was writing to, only having the feeling that she wrote something with the pen that the Goddess held in her hand. She folded the paper and hid its contents from Anni's view. The paper itself didn't feel important to her, but she was frustrated that she couldn't remember her own words.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:18 am
Quote: Character Name: Hale Link to Heart Log: HereLink to Fragment: Here Hale had returned, and presented the Fragment to the Goddess. She stood straighter as the Goddess leapt to her feet, summoned her weapon and she kept her gaze on her even as everything grew darker and darker— Someone was agreeing to something with absolute certainty. She then heard herself scowl at the shadowy figure across from her. “Ya, ya, I get it!” She cried back, a bit exasperated. “I know you are serious…” She muttered as she took offered pen and paper, and held the pen in her hand as she stared down at the paper. Write something to her loved one, eh? But, wait, not just anything… good byes…for just in case she didn’t come back. This seemed rather serious; she wasn’t ever warned she might not come back before… Oh well. She resisted the urge to chew on the end of the pen as she thought, and instead tapped the writing utensil on the table top as her eyes lidded. No matter how long she stared at the paper though, nothing came to mind. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say anything…it was just that she already had. She did say everything she had wanted to say to those she cared about, whether they wanted to listen to her or not. “Heh…” Hale heard herself chuckle, amused at that thought. Mac, Mot, Salbei, Freya, Shun, Belladonna, Riyo…her other friends…they all knew how she felt about them, because she made sure to tell them. She never wanted any of them to wonder if something happened to her. She didn’t want regrets, and she knew, deep down, that they all knew how she felt. She released a breath, and smiled. Yeah. She had nothing to say that wasn’t already said and known…but if something did happen to her, there was one thing she did want known… Pulling the paper closer, she leaned over it and was quick to jot down her words in her nearly illegible scrawl. Quote: To whomever it may concern: Sorry. -Hel She then told the shadowy figure they if they needed someone to actually give it to, they should go look for this grumpy reaper who lived on the third floor of the reaper dorms, and if not, then the tall, gangly and kind one next door— The voice started to fade though, as the figure across from her started to wave, and color dotted before her eyes. Forgotten? She supposed that that was one of her biggest fears— Hale felt the pen gently slide out of her hand, and she blinked as she stared up at the Goddess, who tucked the paper away after she folded it. Her brows furrowed. Oh. She thought she’d be use to having to give things up, but the more it happened, the more she found herself discontent. Just the memory of having written something to someone just didn’t feel like enough.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:25 am
Itoto presented the Goddess with the fragment, his mind in a whirring of questions and curiosities. Why had the task been so simple? What was he helping her with? He always got a reward when he did something for them, so what would it be this time? And then it all went dark... There was some anxiety from the figure he was watching things through. Uncertainty, fear, perhaps a little regret. Despite the whirlwind of emotions the boy held inside, he seemed determined to keep them in check, to come off as certain and unwavering. He stared down at the paper in front of him, clicking the pen rapidly as he fought to sort his feelings and and thoughts enough to begin to write. He was nervous. Who could he write to, who should he write to? And what should he say? There were a select few who came to mind, each wit their own important role in his life and his heart. He needed to find the words that would properly let them know how he felt. Quote: Dear Eva, If you've got this letter, it means I'm not around anymore. Don't get upset or scared. Well, you probably will anyway. I'm sorry about that. I don't want to make you sad. But this is probably goodbye. I haven't seen you in a very long time, and to think I never will again is really painful. I've missed you a lot lately, and I wanted to reach out, but I could never find the courage. I think I was scared. I don't want to scare you away. You make me feel like I need to keep you to myself, because I just like you way too much. I wanted all of your time, every moment of the day. But you don't belong to me. You're a free spirit, who touches the lives of so many people. I never deserved someone so beautiful and special in my life. I've always felt gifted to have had the chance to call you my friend. You were my first friend on this island. You saw past the walls I put up. You can always see past everything I do to keep people away, even when I don't mean to. Honestly, I'm always lonely. I want to connect with people, but it scares me to death. You're so patient, so kind. I loved the way you laughed for me, smiled, and worried for me. For my sake. I don't know at what point a treasured friendship turned into something else, but one day I realized it. I was in love with you. Whether it was just who you were, how nice you were to me, or everything you'd done to make me feel good in my heart. I could be in the worst of moods, and one smile from you lifted my heart and made it beat a million times faster than is healthy. I feel the most comfortable with you. I can smile with you, laugh and God forbid I could probably even let you see me cry. But one thing I wish I didn't have to do is make you cry. So please, no matter if I never come back again, please don't think about me too long. You deserve more than that. People love you at Deus. You have friends there who love you, and will do anything for you. Hell, they're all so much more fun than me too. I love you, Eva. You'll always hold a place in my heart. - Otto And just like that, the memory was gone.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:28 am
Quote: Character Name: Reap Link to Heart Log: HereLink to Fragment: Reap listened intently to the Ruin goddess. She was not his goddess but he was willing to hear her out, to see what she had to offer, especially when she seemed to be being reasonable, approachable. He eyed the fragment as she took it, held it. And next thing he knew he was in what had to be some sort of office, uncomfortable and worrying. He agreed against his will, dreamlike and a spectator. And they wanted him to write his goodbyes, they wanted him to write. So he wrote. Quote: Ace, They tell me here I might no make it back. And to be honest, with how much s**t's been going on, I don't know if I will or not, or if there's anything to come back to. But I don't want to write a ******** goodbye note. I refuse. I will never say goodbye to you or Jordan. Not ******** ever. The first and last time I did was when it was me who ******** up, me who made my own bed. This time its the universe that ******** up and I won't stand for that. I will find you again, the real you, the way I always ******** do, and Jordan too. You can tell him that if he's with you. Nothing will ever be ******** big enough to stop me. I've met Death, he gave me chocolate, he seems like a reasonable guy, even Death can be bargained with and I will. I love you and this will not be the last time you hear from me. There will never be a last time. I ******** promised. - Rep He slid the letter across the desk just as everything wavered and faded. Ruin took the letter from him, folding the letter and tucking it away. He couldn't remember what he'd just written. Another memory lost to him, no wiser than he was ******** goddesses.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:06 pm
Quote: Character Name: Vaneda (Nevada) Link to Heart Log: [HERE]Link to Fragment: [HERE]
Dropping it in the goddess's hand, She whispers a simple. "Show me?" And the goddess disappears, scrambling to stand on the podium.
And then she is sitting, with a figure across from her. At first she doesn't register...and then it comes back to her. It all comes back.
"This will be your last letter, you sure about writing this?" Nevada closes her eye, her only good eye. It was the haunted house attack that had prompted her to go write this. She had been close to death, and she had been alone at the time. She didn't want that to happen again.
But it was one letter. One letter to one person who'd burdened the weight of all her feelings in this little thing. She could think of two people, but one who'd be more willing to accept her fate than the other.
Stormy.
Quote: Hey there Pet, If you're reading this, It's because I went far away and I might not make it back.... but in our job...It's almost routine. You know, I came close once. The haunted house was the closest I had come to not coming back, the furthest from my friends and family I've ever felt. This is why I writing you this. Please don't cry okay, don't get upset? I'll need you to be strong, because I have huge favors to ask of you. Will you tell Alaska that I love her? That I was so happy when she woke...No I was more happy that I had even found her after so long, even as she was in the pod. I was happy that we were even close again. Please don't let her mourn for me. Be her friend too. It's not the same as me, but she is half of me. So If you become friends with her, You'll still have me. It'll be like half of me with you. Okay? Will you tell Roland that I am sorry. That I will always be sorry. Next is Otto. I know he's grumpy, and he gets upset a lot...but just tell him to smile once in awhile okay? He doesn't know it but when he smiles, It's one of the best things in the world. Like Aurora nights. Tell him that he was a good friend, a best friend. A close friend. One of my first and few that I would trust with everything. Then there's Tuck, Can you tell him that I loved him. I loved him very much. Like Otto, His smile brightened my day. His caring heart, his openness with it for me. He was family when I thought I didn't have one. You guys are my family. This is my family. Stormy, Don't let my family fall apart. Please continue to be you. Please always be you. I love you more than a friend, you are as much of a sister to me as Alaska. In my dark times, you were my light until I could walk next to you. I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with Gale, and with Tuck and Evan and Ami and everyone you have met. I want you to keep smiling. And I want you to cry and rage and lash out. I want you to do everything you've always done but draw yourself in. I'll always be there with you know. I'll always be there to hug you. I'm watching out for you, with Leroy okay? We'll be your guardian angels. I'll miss you so much, Nevada
THIS WAS MEANT FOR HER.
But the pen is taken regardless, and she is back to staring at the altar.
She know's...She knows she left something for someone. And that is enough to reassure her for a little bit.
Ol-j-Man Quoting you for feels biggrin
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:10 pm
He brought the fragment back to the goddess, handing it to her. She took it, and then scrambled around, standing back up and holding her scythe. The shrine began to darken, and then... He was in a room, seated, and the shadow was watching him. Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
He saw himself shrug, and then nod. "Alright."
The figure sighed, and pushed a paper across to him, with a pen. "Very well. Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for. There is a chance you might not come back." They tilt their head to one side. "Did you think I was joking? This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
Quote: To my dearest brother, To Phardax, I miss you and I haven't forgotten about you. Are you staying strong for me? Things are going well here, for the most part. I have made friends, and gone on many adventures. I've even been to the human world. I wish I had the room to write all about them on here, but I'd run out of paper long before I ran out of stories. I do have them all written down, on my Deadjournal, and if you're really interested... My username is cookiestealingfamiliar and my password is 13kEiDn89j You're welcome to read it. I'm going on another adventure soon, one that I might not come back from. I'm willing to take that chance, but just in case, I wanted to write to you. You were always my favorite, just like I was yours, and if I never come back, I just wanted you to know that I love you, and that I'll miss you. Tell mother and father that this was my choice, and that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm leaving you as well, but I hope that you'll understand. We always used to talk about going on an adventure together, and if I don't make it, I'll wait for you. We will get that adventure, little brother. Take care of yourself, I love you, Ilztmyr'ree
With that written, the figure, Her, reached forward, taking it from him. "These words aren't for you." she whispers, "You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten." She plucked the pen from his grip, taking the memory of his words and the thought of his brother. She tucked the paper away, leaving him only the memory that he had written someone.
Perhaps that was for the best.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:23 pm
Quote: Character Name: Rhryse (Sherry) Link to Heart Log: Here Link to Fragment: Here Rhryse found herself looking up at Ruin, the Goddess that had chosen her. A fragment? She blinked at the Goddess, slightly surprised at her almost casual manner. She shouldn't have been, but she was. "I do have a fragment," she said, nodding. She'd picked it up because it was warm. But if the Goddess wanted it, she would have it. Rhryse didn't hesitate to pull the fragment from her pocket and place it in the open hand of the Goddess. It was a simple request, after all. Rhryse smiled when the Goddess accepted her offering, hardly noticing as things grew darker... She was sitting. Sitting and listening and agreeing. Wait. Who was? Rhryse felt like she was watching a memory, but the perspective seemed odd. It was....Oh. Her memory. Things that had happened. Something she'd forgotten. The paper was pushed at her, and she took it, preparing to write. Quote: Dear Jake, I’m told there is a good chance I won’t be making it back this time. I’ve heard similar before, but one of these days it will be true. They’ve asked me to write my good-byes, just in case, and that seems like it might be a good idea. Don't worry about me. I agreed to do this. Don't fret. If I don't make it back, it is not your fault. My decisions are my own, and so are my battles. Jake. There is so much I could say to you. So much to tell you. If I don’t get to say to say it in person, I should say it here. You should know that I care about you very much. I love you. I really do. It’s still early, so who knows where we might have ended up, but you need to know I’ve cherished every moment with you.You make me happy just by being near me, you calm me down as much as you rile me up. Have I told you that seeing you is the highlight of my day? Because it is. I'll admit, it’s been a bit rough at times, but that doesn’t change the simple fact of things. Through it all, more than anything, I love you. I'm not afraid to say it either. If these are my last words to you, please remember to find happiness for yourself. You deserve it. You are precious and you are perfect. Thank you for being my friend, and for giving me a chance at something more. You brought me happiness, Jake. I love you. Take care of yourself. Love, Sherry She signed her name and the shadow took the paper away. The Goddess took most of the memory, too. "Thank you," she said, even if she wasn't quite sure what she was thanking her for. Rhryse left knowing she'd left a message behind, and there was some tiny comfort in that. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of message, and to who.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:05 pm
Quote: Character Name: Amity Link to Heart Log: XLink to Fragment:X He felt used. But at the same time, Amity felt almost positive that he had more use for a potential trap than he did for the useless fragment. He didn't want to help her--let her run her own damn chores for her ambiguous and probably-malicious goals--and he didn't trust her, either, but for some reason every time, every time, he thought maybe he could outsmart the system. Come out the winner. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me again and again... He hesitated, and then reached up and handed over the fragment. Quote: Mom (and Dad, since I know you'll read this too), I'm sorry. I know this isn't the first time you've heard me say this, but it might be the last time I have the opportunity. I know that saying sorry never stopped me from being a ******** before, but please know that all those times and this time too that I meant it anyway. I want to say something now that I never had the courage to say during those other apologies: this isn't your fault. None of it was your fault. Of all the things I look back on and regret (and it's a long list), one of the biggest is that the two of you might be going through life thinking you ruined me somehow, because I was the first, or for whatever other reason. You didn't. You have six other children to show you that you're doing things right and always have done things right, who are going to make you proud even if I never could. You are exactly the kind of parents I wish I could have been, and I'm sorry that I'm forcing you to do it an eighth time because I can't. Please tell everyone that I love them. Tell Malachi he can change the name on Grim's tags to his finally (because I know he's been wanting to do that ever since Grim was a puppy) and that if he doesn't take good care of him I will haunt him from beyond the grave and tell Grim to piss in his shoes. Tell him I know he's going to take good care of him anyway. Give Grim a hug and a treat from me, but make him sit first, Mom, don't spoil him (too much). Tell Ros that she is the best aunt Tuesday could ever have and that I don't have the words to appreciate what she's done for me despite all the times I didn't deserve it. Tell her it was me who stole her wallet that once, but it was also me who put the money under her door a month later. I'm sorry. Tell Harley I love her dearly, and that I'm sorry Malachi had to step in for me to be a big brother for her so many times. Tell her I'm sorry for terrorizing the boys she took to dances (but not really sorry) and that I'm sorry about the air horn (but not really sorry) and the prank with the Barbies (but not really sorry about that, either). And give her my books, but make her share them with Caleb. Tell her she may have to explain Godel, Escher, Bach to him, but I have faith that she can. Tell the twins I'm sorry I was never around. I need you to tell Tuesday something one day, when she's old enough. I'm writing this so you can cut it loose, if you want, and give it to her. --- You were an incredible little girl and you are going to be an incredible woman. You are so much like your grandmother already: whip-smart and beautiful and funny and curious. I am so sorry, more sorry than I can possibly say, that I won't be around for you, and I hope you can understand and believe me, despite having no reason to, when I tell you that it's for the best that I wasn't. I did what I thought was right by you, and I hope you forgive me for it. I love you, and I always have. I don't know what your grandmother has told you about me, but regardless, I want you to know that I was never more proud of anything in my life than I was of you. Please don't go into the world carrying hate or insecurity. Don't do stupid things to impress other people. You'll impress them plenty just being yourself. Sometimes things are scary. Turn to people you love instead of turning away from them, or you'll turn too far away. Make your bed. Read Dostoyevsky when you get older. Read Alice in Wonderland when you get even older than that, but read it before then, too. Fall in love with someone worth your time, when you fall in love. Uncle Malachi will beat up anyone who isn't. You are the happiest thought I have, or have ever had. If your grandmother hasn't let you have a cat of your own yet, here's a secret: next time you're on a walk with her find a way to walk past the humane society on an adoption day. You will come home with a cat and possibly two. If you already have a cat, take good care of it. I love you. --- If you ever see April again--and I still hope she comes around and makes herself a mother to Tuesday one day, although I don't hold out much hope--tell her I'm sorry for everything, and that I don't blame her any more. Tell her I understand, and I forgive her, but it's Tuesday's forgiveness she needs to worry about. I love you guys too. I always did. Please know that everything that has happened and will happen was no one's fault but mine, and it happened in spite of, not because of, your efforts. I love you. Kiss the cats for me. Taym And she took it away, and he couldn't stop her. He never could. (Maybe it's better to be remembered than to remember)
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:32 pm
Quote: Character Name: Kaje Link to Heart Log: [x]Link to Fragment: [x]
With fragment in hand, he approached the goddess, kneeling before her, offering up the shard. He watched as she plucked it from his hand, standing up as her wings spread over the altar, everything around them growing dark, and-
There was something, a memory perhaps, an expansion of that fragment he picked up, maybe, but now it was gone, and he was sitting, waiting, hands in his lap as he looked back at the shadow.
"Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
He heard himself speak (or was it him?), agreeing, willing to take the risk.
"Very well. Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for. There is a chance you might not come back."
He wouldn't... come back?
"Did you think I was joking? This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
This notion alone seemed to reassure him.
Yes.... he would like that. He would like that a lot.Quote: To Sherry.
Where do I even start? So much has happened, good and bad, and yet, even after all this, will you really say that nothing has changed? Even now, I don't know what's going to happen, and yet, had this been a little earlier, I don't know if I would still be writing a letter to you. I guess, to be honest, there isn't really anyone else I would write to. It doesn't really matter, not anymore. It shouldn't matter, and yet, I can't help but feel I should be writing to you.
I guess... what I want to say, is thank you. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most. Thank you for not giving up on me, despite everything's that happened. I still find it hard to believe that I am the one you would seek, that even after everything, you've never faltered. I don't deserve you. I still don't, but I want to thank you for being there for me, for being with me, for making my world a little bit bigger.
Even after all this, even though I know this would happen sooner or later, I can't help but apologize. I've put you through so much, and yet you still waited, hoping that one day I would come around. What did I ever do to deserve this kindness? But thank you. Thanks to you, I think I can continue just a little bit longer. With you, I think I can learn to put my past mistakes behind, and learn to finally let go. With you, I feel... complete.
Thank you, Sherry, for everything.
I love you, and I always will.
Take care.
-Jake
"These words aren't for you." she whispers, "You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten."
And then everything was gone. The letter. The pen. His memory.
All he remembered now, was that he had written something... to someone.
But she had said that he wouldn't be forgotten, right? She had promised.
And so he trusted. The goddess' words were absolute.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:16 pm
Quote: Character Name: Yiro Link to Heart Log: HereLink to Fragment: Here
Yiro had been... Surprised at how laid back the goddess of Ruin seemed in those moments, but her ravenous curiosity piqued at the mention of 'something interesting'.
She had hurried out to find what Ruin sought and hurried back, handing up the fragment without hesitation.
The next thing she knew, there was a figure in front of her. The room was cold, the chair equally uncomfortable. Sure? She wasn't sure about anything, but it didn't seem that she could control herself.
"I'll... I'll do it."
A paper is passed, and her mind is riddled with thoughts of whose hands this letter belonged. So few she truly cared for, but there was one central character she was... Fairly certain she could count on. Quote: Dear Akubi,
I hope this letter finds you well, and before all else, I'd like to apologize.
I'm sorry I have to put this burden on you. These may very well be my last words, and because I had every intention of getting to know you better, I'm afraid the only thing I have to offer is incredibly one-sided. Understand that I did not push you away because of anything you are. You are, in fact, a great person, not that you need to be reminded. I couldn't admit this until now because of my overwhelming shyness and inability to say what I mean 70% of the time.
The fact of the matter is, there was everything wrong with me. I've tried very hard to overcome the massive roadblocks on the way to becoming 'okay', not just because I wanted to be a better me, but because I wanted to be better for people like you. People who had the potential to look past my mean-spirited demeanor and never give up, even when I became unruly and unreasonable. Unfortunately, with every step ahead I take, something places me two steps back until I've found myself... Well... Here, I suppose.
I want you to know that I looked forward to the days you popped in unannounced, because while it removed me from my comfort zone, I needed that unexpected jolt in my life. We both know that if not for those days, I might not have spoken to you at all, and realized that... You weren't someone who needed to be shoved away. You were someone who was fully capable of finding your place in my life and staying there.
I'm so afraid of being abandoned, Akubi. So terribly afraid of being alone again, and now that things might end, I have to admit that. I have to cope with that. That's why I keep the company of so many cats, and that's why I shove people away. It is easier to face loneliness when you've never had the taste of companionship to your lips, but once you've sipped from that wretched cup, you crave nothing less. To be without that after sampling it's flavors, even for a brief period of time, is devastating. For this reason, I distance myself from people like you.
So, let me take a brief paragraph to answer any simple questions I might have refused you had this been another time. My last name is Felis, my favorite color is red, my favorite food is tuna, I taught myself how to play the violin, whenever I try to cook, I set things on fire, I don't remember when my birthday is, and both of my parents abandoned me. If only I could continue writing this paper, I'd explain some of those answers further...
Please, help yourself to anything in my room, but in return if you could find the time to rehome my cats, I would be greatly appreciative. Make sure they are cared for and well fed, wherever they end up... And tell them I'm sorry. I adopted each and every one so they would never have to be alone again, and yet here I am, writing my goodbye letter.
If anyone asks where I am, just tell them I'm in a better place. Let them know I didn't want to leave, but it was mandatory.
It's ironic, you know. I was so afraid of being abandoned, yet I'm doing the same thing to everyone I ever cherished.
I know you'll be okay, though. I suppose that's why the letter is addressed to you. You're so strong. Always smiling as if nothing in the world could bring you down. Crush you. I appreciated that.
If you end up forgetting me someday, that's alright. I don't imagine I improved your existence as much as you could've potentially improved mine. What good times we had can easily be replaced with good times involving someone else. Those thoughts don't make me bitter. They make me grateful, because I never want to leave someone the way my father left me.
I wish you the best of luck through life, even though neither of us had much to begin with. Be safe, Akubi.
Sincerely,
Riyo
The words weren't for her...
When she recovered from the temporary loss, Yiro could only remember that she wrote... Something to... Someone. She supposed that meant, at the very least, she had someone to write to.
And... That was an important realization.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:24 pm
Quote: Character Name: Fayre Link to Heart Log: hereLink to Fragment:here She returned to the goddess with a fragment, a quirked smile on her face as she slowly hands it over. A realization dawned on her; The goddess is just a woman, black and red, comfortable and waiting patiently for the offering. But when she took the fragment, she returned to the unreachable being that Fayre had been used to, and the girls smile faded away. There is nothing to feel comfortable about. The chair is so uncomfortable. Freya shifts her wings, trying to fit, but there's no time. She hears the voice, telling her what to do. She responds; but is it really her? She's watching a movie, hearing a voice so unfamiliar coming out of her own mouth. It's time to sign, to settle it once and for all, and leave him with a goodbye. Just in case.Quote: Dear Kettil,
I feel really guilty for being in a position where I have to write this note. I promised you that I'd never leave you. And I'm not, I'm not leaving you, but there's a chance I might not be able to come back, and I need to be sure that..
I mean, I want to go into this knowing you're not going to give up. I know, I know what you're saying right now, I'm a huge hypocrite. If I were in your position, you know exactly what I'd do. But that doesn't make it right. Kettil, you can't fall apart like I always do. You're too pure and full of love and life and you can't take that away from this world just because I don't exist in it anymore. You can't!
Please, just listen for a minute. I know you're already mad, I know. I can hear your voice in my head right now, and it's making me laugh and making me cry and it hurts all over. But please Kettil, I am begging you. If I don't come back, the only way I'll live on is if you live on.
I mean, sure, mourn me for a while, haha. I'll haunt you forever if you found someone else to love immediately. But there will come a day, some time in the... far far future, okay, when you have to let go. And there will be someone. Maybe she's not as pretty as me, or as awesome as me, but she can make you happy. And you have to let her in because I said so.
Please stop calling me a hypocrite. You know full well I don't make good decisions. Just because I could never live without you, does not mean you can't live without me.
I love you. That doesn't go away just because I'm not there. I will love you until the end of time. And even if I don't come back from this, I'll see you again one day.
I promise.
Maybe we'll be reborn as birds. Wouldn't that be wonderful, Hooter? I can finally take you up into the skies and watch you soar.
The pen goes too, and her mind starts to blank out, but her tears don't stop. The damage to her heart is done, and the pain does not fade.
Something was taken away from her. Something painful. Something unforgettable. She can't remember what it was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:33 pm
Quote: Character Name: Rostym Link to Heart Log: xxxLink to Fragment: xxx
But then she was simply seated behind a desk. It was cold and hard and she felt uncomfortable, but that wasn't the first time that thought had crossed her mind. The figure told her of the dangers, of how she might not make it back if something happened. This too was not news to her, but it was still bone-chilling to see them push a blank paper and pen towards her. There was a finality in the simple action: bureaucratic and detached, but meaningful all the same.
"Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
They never did this before. This was serious.
She gulped and fought within herself who to write to. There were several contenders, and it showed in her writing as she scribbled and scratched out (why couldn't this have been a pencil?), making her letter look a little patchwork; something less than perfect. It made her ache in a strange way, but there was no turning back now. She was a Hunter: she had to commit to her job first.
Quote: Gale Ms. Candace Gale Nevada, This feels so weird to write. Normally I can just poke you and we can talk about anything. Writing makes everything feel so real, and I don't like it because it's too distant. You can't hug a letter. Well you can't but you get what I mean. Hopefully you'll never see this and it's all just me humoring someone else. You're a hunter, you know we get into life-threatening situations all the time. This one's a little more serious, but I'll be okay. And if not, well . . . I'm comfortable with dying now, I think, or at least more than before. I've done it how many times now, huh? And if you happen to be on a mission like this later, I know you'd make it out just fine: you had that near-death experience already, but you came back like a champ; I'm sure nothing can get you down after that. So that means you have to promise me you'll power through this letter too. Like a champ! You can't be sad because I'm writing this with a smile (the guy is giving me weird looks, I can tell), so you have to imagine me with a smile okay? I'm happy I met someone like you, Nevada, a lot happier than I can write about right now. I never thought I could get a bestie of your caliber, but I'm so glad fate proved me wrong. That's why I'm writing to you instead of someone else, because I know you're tough and can handle it--and a little bit because I'm afraid to write to someone else too, to be honest. So, first things first: smile! You have to be smiling or else the rest of the letter turns into gibberish, okay? It's scientifically proven that the more you make yourself smile, the more you can trick your body into being happy! And I want you to be, even if I'm not around, okay? If you aren't happy then I'm sad, and do you want a sad Stormy ghost hanging around? Because I'll haunt you and poke your face and sides until you're smiling again, count on it! Secondly, talk to some people for me. Apologize to Ms. Candace for disappointing her again. I'm sorry about her shoes, and if she wants you guys can use whatever funds I have left to go super shoe shopping, okay? She has such great taste~ And tell her that I've always looked up to her, and that I wouldn't want anyone else training us Misties for the world. Ms. C's like . . . just awesome. I don't know how to put it in words and I wish I could. Stick close to her for me, please? Make sure she keeps smiling too; she'll have to for future recruits! Evan and Tuck will be pissed, I just know it. They'll probably want to smash things for a while, so maybe give them some space. Afterwards, tell them the same things I told you: remember to smile because it makes me sad when they aren't. Make sure they don't get into trouble and act like their little sister for me if you don't mind. They need someone to keep them in check in that way, and you're already close to Tuck so I wouldn't want anyone else for the job. Heidi'll help, I'm sure (and tell her sorry I never really got to know her, and that I'm glad things worked out between you guys). Gale. I don't know what to put now. It's not fair. Stay close to him. Please. He might spiral at the news, and I've seen his smile and heard his laugh and felt his hugs. The world would be dimmer if he retreated back into his shell, so . . . be his friend. He's already lost people, and I already feel so awful to add to that pile. Tell him I'll be watching over him, and the rest of you guys, like some annoying little guardian angel, okay? And tell him that he meant a lot to me. More than I can write on this paper. Make sure he doesn't hole up or do something stupid either, because he probably totally will. Just . . . be there when I can't, okay? I know it's a lot to ask of one person, but we're Mists: we're good at adapting to the situation, right? And I can't trust anyone else with your sacred duty. Nevada, please don't forget what I told you when we first met: that you're not a half of a whole, but a totally amazing full on ice cream tree in bloom. Maybe you'll meet someone, and maybe you won't--I'm not afraid of you not being able to take care of yourself because you've already proven you could, even if you can be a little reckless sometimes. And you're an amazing person, okay? Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise, and don't ever think otherwise: you'll go far at Deus, I just know it. You're a princess and you're also Nevada. Nobody can compete with a whole state, let alone a royal one. Thank you so much for being there with me. For being part of my family when I didn't think I'd find one. I know you'll make an amazing sister and friend to someone else when they come along! And remember: smile! : ) Smile, and the whole world will smile with you. Love you, Mist Sister! Stormy P.S. Nevermind just give Gale the back of the paper if you don't mind <3 P.P.S. Apologize to Aria and Lance for me. I failed them before I really got to know them. Tell Ca Ms. Ami and Mr. Lex sorry too that I didn't finish my work. P.P.P.S. Let Roland down easy, if you can. I think we're friends now, and I don't want to leave him out. I hope you two can stay friends as well. - - - - - - - - - - - - Hi, Gale. HeyDear Mr. Gentry Dear Gale,I don't even know how to greet you. I'm scared of how you're probably feeling about now. I can't just say hi or hello or sorry to start this off because this isn't casual, and I don't want to treat it like it is. Writing this letter is a little surreal. Really surreal. It's also unfair, and I know that it's childish to whine but I can't help it. We've only been dating for like almost a month or so. It's just beginning! I don't have anything epic to write about, or meaningful, because we'd just started and now I'm just going away and what is with me? A month is a lot of time, I could've done something more, right? We'd only been on one date, I could've made us like at least ten dinner dates, or watch a few other movies with you, or just . . . something. I was taking time for granted because we'd been so lucky, and I don't usually have luck like that. They always say the next mission could be your last, but you never really think it means you until it happens. I wanted to tell you how glad I am I had you: both as a friend and a boyfriend. Looking back on it now, I wish I had tried harder in the beginning to befriend you--maybe then we could have been moving to our relationship now faster. Or that I wish I hadn't taken so long to answer you when you'd asked in the first place. I have a lot of regrets, really, but I shouldn't burden you with them; this letter's heavy enough. What matters is that I did say yes, and that our time together was amazing. So: thank you. Thank you for being as patient, as generous, and as level-headed as anyone I've ever known. Thank you for indulging my stupid jokes and puns and the whimsies and Disney and just . . . me in general. Thank you for being who you are. On that note, don't ever change. You sometimes scowl and brush things off with dry humor when you probably shouldn't, so don't do it too much--but that was also part of your charm, if that makes sense. Nothing ever bothered you because you always kept your head--so please do the same here, okay? Don't do something reckless or I'll be upset. And cry. I told Nevada to tell you, but I'm going to put it here too: remember to SMILE : ) Yours is lovely and you'd given it to me so many times; it's only fair that you keep sharing it, sunshine. Nevada should be around to help you, okay? And I know it'll be hard at first and that's okay: you can mourn me, just . . . don't stay in that stage too long. Promise? And you also have to promise me you'll do something productive when you move on. Keep doing your specialization, keep talking to people and making friends, keeping being a role model Death hunter to the trainees that come after. Most of all, keep surviving.I know you're good at that. You were at Deus almost three years before we met. Do me a favor and watch out for Nevada, would you? And Evan and Tuck too, if you find them; maybe you three can finally be friends. I really hope so. Jake and Sherry, just . . . be gentle with them. And Ms. Candace . . . she can handle it. Give her a hug for me. Give them all lots of hugs for me. ( sentence scratched out into oblivion) Thank you for seeing something in me I didn't think still existed. And thank you for giving me a second chance at a relationship when I didn't think I was worth it. I wish I hadn't let you down, but there's always going to be a tomorrow, okay? Remember that. I will watch all of you very closely, so think of me as a guardian angel! And I'll work extra hard to keep you all safe to make up for this. Stay safe. Remember what you promised me: no throwing your life away. I don't want you following me, okay? You still have so much to do! It would mean the world to me if you kept living for us both and fighting the good fight and just . . . being a wonderful sort of you. The world needs it too. Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened! <3 -- ⚡
"These words aren't for you."
Something cold hit her as Ruin took the figure's place, took the letter from her unresistant grasp, too shocked to fight (or perhaps too weak to). Yes they were yes they were give it back PLEASE! But the pen was snatched too, and her outburst was already beginning to die back down as the memory left her.
"Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten."
Rostym sat dull in her chair, eyes falling forward as the ache of knowing she had written but not what or whom fell into line on the list of many, many questions she had stored in her heart.xxNyxtsuki Moon have a little more whoops
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:33 pm
Quote: Character Name: Shasa Link to Heart Log: HereLink to Fragment: Here Shasa returned quickly from the World's Edge with the fragment clutched tightly in her hands. Immediately she offered it to Ruin, eyes wide and curious. She watched as the Goddess moved, watched as she stretched her wings. It was truly magnificent, and Shasa was entranced. Her vision seemed to tunnel - no, it was only the Shrine growing darker - and Shasa huddled closer to the Goddess, seeking protection, seeking solace, seeking something -- The room that Shasa found herself in was cold and uncomfortable. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, Shasa gave the shadow that spoke to her a wary glance. Except.. it wasn't Shasa - and then she realized it was her, and she was not in control. Had she ever been in control? The thought was fleeting at best, and Shasa took a moment to merely listen and watch to the events that she - she - was taking part of. She could feel herself nodding before reaching for the paper and the pen. An emotion filled her, abrupt and overwhelming, and she was writing words that seemed to flow almost effortlessly. Almost. Quote: Wash. They tell me I might not come back. It's not a surprise, considering the things I've been through. The things we've been through. I'm not afraid. There's no sense in that. I'm far from bold. Far from brave. I'm reckless more often than not, but I've accepted the fact that this is our life now. It's hard not to be flippant about death when it lurks around every corner. Sometimes I wonder if it'd be easier to just give in - but that's a silly train of thought. I want to let you know how much you mean to me. You are my everything. You are everything good and pure in my life. You give me focus. You give me something to strive for. I want to be what you deserve, and I try. I do. You have the patience of a saint, and I know that sometimes I take it for granted. I don't mean to test that endless fount of patience. I don't. I love you. I have never loved a man like I love you. Love. A pathetic word when used to describe how I feel about you. I crave you. Everything about you. You are the part of me that I was missing, the part of me I need to have, the part of me that is strong and patient and constant. In a world where happiness is the most precious commodity of all, I am the richest woman alive because of you. You deserve nothing but the best, and I beg you to never forget that. Jusqu'à ce que le monde s'arrête de tourner. Sasha. The letter was signed with a flourish. She watched as it was taken away, and in the next instant Shasa could not remember what had transpired, only that she'd written something to someone very important to her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:37 pm
Quote: Character Name: Rojand Link to Heart Log: LinkLink to Fragment: Link Rojand held the fragment up towards the Goddess, and it drifted up out of his hand and into hers. She accepted it and stood, spreading her wings again. Why did Goddesses have wings, he wondered suddenly as everything faded into darkness around him, and forgot the question even as he thought it. "Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."He watched, dreamlike, as he agreed. He had committed himself to this. He knew. He accepted the pen and paper, bent to his task. Quote: Tia, I miss you. I miss my family. When I left, I didn't realize it would be forever. I was hurting, not thinking, and I didn't think about what it would do to you. I'm not the only one who's lost someone. I don't know if it would have changed my decision, but I regret making you grieve for me, too. I hope they didn't make it look too painful. I hope you'll forgive me someday. I love you all, and I'm sorry. - Jordan He looked up at the dark figure; it began to waver, turning brighter, and it was the Goddess now who took the pen from him. "These words aren't for you. You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten."As the pen slipped through his fingers, the memory of what he'd seen and written slid away in the same gentle, easy motion. He stood again before the altar, looking up at the goddess, aware that he'd done something, written something, a letter to someone, though the memory of what and who had gone. He turned away, bitterly resigned. When Goddesses gave you something, they took something in return, and you were left wondering what it had been and why.
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