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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 5:47 pm
To-be solo hinting to him having vague memories. Jericho will very slowly recall bits and pieces of his "future," but will, for now, only comprehend them as prophetic dreams at best. Or just weird dreams. Most of the memories will be triggered by his interactions with other people.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 7:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 3:06 pm
{ Solo Even Saints Doubt . . . }
{ Date: Dec 6, 2015 }
{ Word Count: 640 }
The intent had been to... vanish. In a way, he'd accomplished it. Seraphinite still meandered through the streets around Medowview and the less savory sections of the city. Taking the energy of those who loitered where they shouldn't. Taking the starseeds of those who polluted the world with promoting drugs--the worst were the offenders near the school. He'd begun to expand his patrols to include Hillsworth and Azure, or at least the areas around them. If only to ensure Ilian and Lovely weren't having to deal with such... interruptions around them. Or at least that's what he told himself was the goal.
It had nothing to do with how it felt to siphon energy off from the fringe of society.
It had nothing to do with how it felt to know he held someone's very life, their soul in his hand. He'd never been able to look at their faces after he pulled the starseed out. It was too.... too bizarre. Too questionable. Of what? Of his morals, he guessed. Who cares? He did.
Jericho rubbed his face, head bowed in his seat in the church pew. Around him, he could hear the kids from the Sunday school putting up the Christmas and Nativity decorations. The woman who played the organ was testing it, making sure everything was up to snuff and readying it for a cleaning after the services of the day. Incense still hung in the air, and he breathed in the scent of sandalwood and... whatever else was burned. He'd never looked into it. It just smelt nice. Comforting. Though he'd heard that scent was the strongest memory trigger--perhaps that was the key? This particular incense was the scent of the church, the scent of relaxation and... peace. The teen gave a soft, humorless laugh, shoulders shaking slightly. Maybe he should bring some along with him when he went... patrolling.
Hunting more like it...
His brow furrowed and he tried to dismiss the thought.
He wasn't his father.
Once a Zolnerowich, always a Zolnerowich. Just because you bear a cross doesn't make you a Cross.
Jericho always wished the voice in his head--that doubt, that sneer, that sadistic and paranoid glint in his mind that loved to twist his thoughts into a tumble of vipers and drip poison onto everything it could touch--could have a physical body. Something he could fight. Something he could fend off. Barricade against. His therapist called them intrusive thoughts. Everyone had them to some degree. No medication against them. No way to stop them except to just try and ignore them.
His elbows dug into his thighs, hands clasping together under his lips as his head remained bowed. A simple slender gold chain and cross hung from his fingers. His... adoptive mother's gift to him recently. He could see how it glinted against the silver of his mother's bracelet, the feather engraving flickering against the light of some of the candles at the altar. Melinda always made it clear she never wanted to replace Lucinda, just... be there for him however she could. In that moment though, he saw the comparison between them. The gold of Melinda's cross--her pale skin, golden hair, pale eyes. The silver of Lucinda's bracelet--her dark skin, earthen hair, warm amber eyes. Day and night, sun and moon. Both... equally important, no?
Jericho's near-white eyes slid closed, a soft murmur of... a prayer whispering across his lips as he held the cross so close to the symbol of his mother.
Which was he? The sun, or the moon?
Which was he when he took a life? The light, or the darkness, devoid of all such comfort?
Maybe he should bring some incense along with him at night. If only to try and remind him of what he didn't want to become.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:10 pm
{ Solo Necessary Evils }
{ Date: Dec 30, 2015 }
{ Word Count: TBC }
{ In response to Energy for All }
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:11 pm
{ Solo Welcoming the New }
{ Date: Jan 1, 2016 }
{ Word Count: TBC }
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