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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2016 9:38 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: gaia_star [TiH-verse]: Your character wakes out of a coma one day to realize everything that happened to them (in TiH) was them in a coma. They are actually an entirely normal person who has been in a long coma for the past 5 years, and everyone they ever interacted or talked to was just someone they knew IRL or one of the nursing/doctor staff helping them deal with their personal demons. Character name participating: Amarus
She tried to talk, but found her throat sore.
Her eyes darted sideways, and she had scant seconds to look at the bedside table before medical staff were rushing in. There were photographs there, in dusty glass frames. Is that Neil? she wondered, surprised. And Mac, and... that looks kind of like Akubi... The medical staff human that came in had long blonde hair, and perfectly adorable nails. Even her shoes were nice. She had the most brilliant blue eyes Amarus had ever seen-- no, she had seen them once before: Freya, her dear Freya. "Where's Kettil?" Amarus managed to mumble, startled by the feelings that were returning to her body, because they were ... real. All her feelings were real.
She tried to sit up. "There ya are! That's a fighter for ya," she exclaimed, and was trying desperately to act like this wasn't a miracle. "They thought ya'd never makes it, but heres ya are!" Amarus let her head fall back onto the pillows. The badge on the doctor's chest did, in fact, read Dr F. Blacke.
"Not too busy being married to come see me, eh?" Amarus asked, shutting her eyes slowly and keeping them shut. Everything was swimming with the sheer effort it took. It was probably nothing short of an intense miracle she had woken, and why was she even being cared for, anyway? With immense difficulty, Amarus turned to lie on her side, and looked at the window. A fan in the room was blowing the curtain over a picture. "Could you bring me that?" Amarus asked.
"Are ya sures ya wants that?" the doctor asked, and her voice started to change a little. "It's maybe not a good idea," she said. By the end of the sentence, all remnant of what Amarus expected Freya to sound like was gone.
"Please," Amarus whispered. The doctor brought her the picture, and Amarus held onto it, staring at it, while the nurses and other staff came in to start running tests and examining her. She would not let go of it, no matter what they did. Her eyes were fixed to the image: her father? And beside him, waving at the camera, an insomniac-looking lanky and charming guy with a coffee cup in hand.
It all passed in a blur, until she was alone with a nurse with a soft voice and hair that looked so strawberry blonde it struck Amarus as pink. "Are they ... gone?" Amarus asked, her voice in her throat.
The nurse made a face that said she very much didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. She walked back to Amarus' bedside and sighed. "I guess they didn't expect a miracle," she said.
"But I had family," Amarus prompted.
"Have, I imagine, hon. They'll get a call soon enough, I'm sure," she said. "He's not family, though, right?" the nurse tapped on the glass frame. Amarus pulled the picture closer to herself, as if protecting it.
"No, I don't think he'll be by anymore," Amarus said, with a strange feeling that she'd let something go recently, something about him. A voice message, maybe? A song? A photograph she had forgotten? "I can't even imagine what it will be like to see my father... Has my mother been by? At all?"
The nurse frowned again, and sighed. "I can't say, but I haven't ever seen her."
Amarus turned so she was lying on her back, again. "Do you think I could go out into the sunshine?" she asked.
"I'm sure it can be arranged," the nurse said, and left.
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Some time later, Amarus was on the road to recovery. Her father still hadn't been by; he had a new family. She had been mourned. She didn't even know why she was still on life support-- because her father would have felt guilty? Her mother gone, and then her father too, maybe he thought it was too much. Maybe they just both fought over whose responsibiltiy it was to pull the plug, until no one did. Still. That was not the matter at hand. Amarus sat in a wheelchair in the sun, basking. Her feet were tangible. Most of her muscle mass had atrophied, and her memories of her normal life were severely damaged in many ways, but... she wiggled her toes, and reached one foot down to brush the ground. She laughed.
"I'm not dead," she said, and grinned widely. "I am not a failure any more," she added. "I'm a miracle." Amarus shut her eyes, and felt a hand press on top of her left hand where it lay on the arm rest of the wheelchair.
"Care to fly, instead of fall?" a voice asked. A familiar voice. A charming and kind voice, a voice that had come for her once in a time of need. Amarus didn't dare open her eyes, lest the dream cease to overlap with her waking life.
"If you're offering, sure. I know you said you'd catch me when I fell, and not if," Amarus joked.
The hand lifted from hers, and instead a voice was very close to her ear. "You're with me now, dollface; leave it to me, I've gotcha," it said.
Amarus felt her eyes tear up. She smiled wide. "Enzo," she whispered, "you didn't leave. You didn't forget," she said, laughing suddenly, surprised.
"Bit hard to forget you! You've seen me in my skivies and all, and the drugs racket, you know... and the ratbirds'd miss you," he said. Amarus was fairly sure she was imagining all of this, every second, but she didn't want to let go. She felt the world start to move; slowly, at first, and then rapidly as the young man pushed the wheelchair. Amarus burst into uncontrollable laughter, tucking her feet up on the chair.
"I'm alive," Amarus exclaimed, "I've got a second chance to make things right. Let's make things right!" she said, wiping the tears off her face and beaming up at the blue sky. Eyes open, she knew she had imagined Enzo and Mot, but... it had been nice, anyway.
Her father would come back one day, surely.
Even if she was alone for now, she didn't have to be any more. Not now that she was human. Alive. Woken up. She had a second chance to make a new beginning.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2016 11:25 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: Kingdom Hearts Character name participating: Bing ! Bing looked hungrily at a weapon left unattended in its long holster. It was flat on the ground by a pile of clothes covered in mud and an excessive pile of accessories. She was hiding in a shrub at the edge of a lake. She was doing her best to not be detected by the owner of the items. She crept over to the weapon, looking towards the lake every few seconds. She wiggled her hips then sprang onto it. Got it! She smiled and ran happily off towards her stolen Gummi Ship. She heard several disgruntled shouts from behind. She was in trouble for sure. She was about to jump into the Gummi Ship when a powerful Firaga blasted her getaway vehicle into tiny flaming bits. Whoops… It wasn’t my color anyways. I better get out of here before they Ruinga me!She slipped the weapon’s holster over herself and ran for her life. The holster banged against the back of her thighs as she ran. Who designed this? Who thought this would be comfortable for someone who enjoys moving?! She hid behind a dead tree and tried to catch her breath. Suddenly, a voice boomed in her mind and broke her thoughts into as many pieces as her stolen Gummi Ship. FIND YOUR TRUE HEART… REMEMBER… Her anatomical heart skipped a beat. Who was that? Where did it come from? Was it you? Bing wondered as she pulled out the weapon she snatched. She examined it closely. Is it a gun? Is it a knife? A knun? What are you?! She was confused but presumed her first assumption was right. She was convinced it was a keyblade. She had been traveling since before she could remember. No matter which world she traveled to, she always felt like there was something missing. After hearing stories from a wide variety of people, she decided what she was missing was a thing called a keyblade. But she wasn’t positive what one was or how they worked. Were they supposed to talk to you? She had no idea. My true heart? Do I have another one somewhere?She shook her head and thought about her situation. Her travels had led her to Prydain. It was a place with rundown castles, a that sky never seemed to be clear, and throngs of creatures searching for a specific pig. She didn’t really care for the place, but her energy was rising high because of her stolen item. As she bounced along a beaten road, she saw unfamiliar creatures appear. They had dragon-like bodies and they extended their talons as they dove at Bing. “Hey! Get Away! This is my keyblade,” growled Bing. She lost sight of the beasts when she ran through a tangled mess of dry trees. When she emerged, she found a small farm. An ancient man stood in front of a cottage and motioned to her. “Quickly! Get inside! There’s no time to lose,” called out the old man. Bing wasted no time and rushed into the cottage. The elderly man introduced himself as Dallben, an enchanter who had a lot to say about someone called the Horned King. He had servants called Gwythaint Heartless and, from she gathered, sent them out to find the perfect pig for his cauldron. Most likely for a stew. A stew so good, it would bring back the dead and they would be so impressed by the taste that they would fight for the Horned King forever. Dallben shook his head and told Bing that she was welcome to rest there with his other guests. She blinked and went to investigate the other travelers staying there. She found two young women sitting up against a wall. They were exhausted from their travels. Bing boldy greeted them. They stirred awake. They both were wearing black and red uniforms. Both of them had silver hair, although the taller of the two had a darker shade. The shorter of the two opened her eyes first. Her hair was in a spiked ponytail and there was a large scythe by her feet. She noticed she was leaning on her friend and blushed as she sat up. She growled and complained incoherently. Bing introduced herself and showed off her keyblade. The girl grabbed her scythe and smirked. “I’m Sice from Class Zero. And that’s not a keyblade. I guess you could open someone’s heart with that. If you wanted them to die.” Her comrade sat up and added, “That belongs to someone else on Prydain. You should give it back or you might lose more than your heart. I’m Seven from Class Zero, and we’re looking for our other classmates.” “Except Trey,” blurted out Sice. “If you see him, use that thing you stole on his mouth." Seven shook her head then warned Bing, “If you’re planning on heading out anytime soon, there’s a creature stronger than any of the winged Heartless in the woods. We’re going to make some food before we head out again. We could-“ Before Seven finished her sentence, Bing ran out towards the woods. “I’ll open that monster’s heart! I’ll see all of you later. Hope you don't die,” cried out Bing as she rushed into the dense, desolate forest. She caught sight of a glowing creature. It had a white and violet mane and sharp claws. It sighed and it appeared to be confused or lonely. The white creature’s crimson eyes caught sight of a rustling in the bushes. The creature called out in a soft voice, “Hello?…” There was no answer. She sighed again and turned. As the creature turned, Bing sprang out of the bushes and landed on top of her. “Ha hah!” She smiled at the furry white being she pounced on. “I’m a keyblader, now open your heart. I’m not sure how, so you figure that out while I eat this,” chirped Bing as she pulled out a shiny, red apple she got from the cottage. “A keyblader? Do you mean a keyblade master?” The white creature’s eyes lit up as she spoke. “Where’s your keyblade? I could really use your help.” Bing grinned and lifted up the stolen weapon. “Right here! This is mine. Wasn’t ever anyone else’s.” She was about to boast more, but a pink-haired embodiment of resting b***h hit Bing on the head and retrieved her stolen weapon. Bing growled as she dove at the stern woman and managed to get her own head stuck inside of the hole of a tree trunk. As Bing struggled to free herself, her opponent prepared to destroy her. She stopped when the creature with white fur mentioned that she was looking for a keyblade master. They spoke for a moment and by the time Bing had freed her head, she found herself in the same company, with the addition of Sice and Seven. They started talking about many things that flew over Bing’s head like an airship. She tried to put it all together. She finally spoke. “So… Isn’t Blazefire Sabre a redundant name? It’s kind of like Frostice or Breezewind.” The four female figures before her all shook their heads and sighed. Nothing important they said seemed to have stuck with Bing. They were hoping she really was a keyblade master who had amnesia. They were all startled when an erie, emerald glow started pouring out of the Horned King’s castle. “Woah! That looks like something to fight,” roared Bing. Suddenly, bits of light swirled around in front of Bing’s arm. The swirling light took the form of a curved keyblade. The end of the keyblade was white hot. She took it by the handle and pointed it at the evil glow toward’s the castle. The small group near her stared in disbelief. Sice grunted, “So you could just do that all along? Great, do you remember who you’re fighting for at least?” Bing laughed, “Myself. And right now, I hate whatever that is. I’ve heard there’s a light and a darkness and for some reason, they’re always fighting. Some things are light and some things are dark. That’s just how it is. They’re always gonna fight at some point. Because if they didn’t, things get reeeeaaalllyy borrrrriiing. Hearing that long, complex mess of stories you guys were talking about made me remember that. Thanks a lot… ummm Scythe, Seventeen, Tira, and Eclair. You guys are fine by me. Do you want to help me go blow up whatever that is?” She pointed at a massive Heartless that had appeared. It was the embodiment of the Horned King’s selfish desires. And it was massive. Bing knew her heart was in the right place as she rushed with everyone to take it down. "I also remembered you all owe me about a million munny each... Hey I tried."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 4:08 am
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: gaia_star [TiH-verse]: Your character wakes out of a coma one day to realize everything that happened to them (in TiH) was them in a coma. They are actually an entirely normal person who has been in a long coma for the past 5 years, and everyone they ever interacted or talked to was just someone they knew IRL or one of the nursing/doctor staff helping them deal with their personal demons. Character name participating: Dong Shu Lei She should wake up, the sunlight had struck through the curtain - wait, her room was in the basement without window, ah, she'd taken a nap outside. Alright, it's time to wake up and begin her day anyway, the petite girl thought. She lazily opened her eyes and sat up, yet found herself unable to do so. Something was unusual, her limbs were limb and restricted. Still, her mind was like melted that she couldn't respond immediately. After struggling a while, she realized there were thin transparent pipes along her arm and she was wearing a mask that providing air. It hurted to breathe with her nose and mouth. Shu had a lot to ask her partner, but no matter how she called him, there was no reply. Gradually, with difficulty, she sat up, arms trembling like a newborn deer. It was not her room. It was all white; painted white walls, bedsheets, pillow and even what she wore were in a pureness of white. The room was small, but bigger than her basement room. The action of getting off the bed and walked around pulled off some of the pipes and suddenly triggered an alarm. Not able to measure her pulse, the device next to the bed emitted a loud warning noise, it startled her. While Shu was prodding with it with a panic expression, someone dressed in white uniform came in, spotted her with rolled big eyes, then swiftly ran off yelling "Doctor, the patient woke up!" Her voice echoed in the wide corridor. Patient? Shu was confused as there was only she in the room, but she didn't recall she was severely injured. Meanwhile, her head felt like it was about to explode so she leaned against the soft pillow. A few minutes later, with hectic footsteps, several people appeared. They all stared at her as if she was a monster or else. She therefore gazed back until the man who seemed to be a doctor asked, "Are you feeling good? Anywhere you feel it hurts?" She reluctantly let him prod and touch her for a while, before he announced she was alright. After the man left, a nurse wore glasses came and gently helped her find a comfortable position to sit up. She smiled and told her that she had been in a coma for five years and patted her head tenderly. Shu wanted to stop her since she consciously knew her hair hadn't washed, yet the woman soothed her with a "shhh". "I bring you another plushie, but didn't know you would surprise me like this." Shu stared at the familiar face that giggled, she had the same long black braided hair as she knew her. It was very hard to believe everything was just a dream, those events she experienced, the time she spent with her friends and so on. Shu averted her sight and focused on the bunny plushie that the woman put on her laps. "Your sisters say you like bunny and cute stuff," the nurse added. Even though her mind was blurred like a mess, she was glad to know she wasn't her imagination. "Thank you, yes I do." The petite girl beamed brightly, "Can you tell me more? I don't remember." The small talk was enjoyable but also shocking. The nurse told her that she was in a coma after a car crash, her parents unfortunately passed away. Believing Shu would wake up one day, they moved her into the hospital she was in. That woman who had a smart look nudged her glasses and shared her more, about cute little things that happened between her and another male nurse in the night shift. She also told her she had contacted her family and they should visit tomorrow since it was late in midnight when everyone's sleeping. That piece of news triggered Shu, the petite girl felt a sting in her nose and tears freely shed, soaking her face. The woman swiftly pulled her into a warm hug, desperately asking Shu reasons she cried while rocking back and forth slowly to comfort her. "I-I....really-Really I can see my sisters and brother?" She said wistfully, couldn't help her sobs. It was all what she wanted in the end, to reunite with her beloved ones. "Of course you can, dear." The woman assured Shu with a grin and pinned her cheek lightly. "It hurts a bit, right? so it isn't a dream." Feeling the hands that grasped on her were weakening, the woman assisted Shu to lie down in bed, pulling the blanket up and patted gently above. "You must be tired. Now, take a good sleep and you'll see your sisters and brother when you open your eyes." Shu closed her eyes, feeling someone hummed a soft melody and stroked her head gently again and again. It felt like when breeze tenderly caressed your skin, she'd felt it a litte longer but her weak body needed a rest urgently. -------------------------------------- Another day came and Shu excitedly opened her eyes to welcome the morning. After sufficient rest, she felt energy resumed that she could get off her bed by her own, but just one step and she knelt on the ground. "Ah-ah, not so fast." Hearing a bright young voice, Shu turned to find a nurse with red curly hair. The petite girl recognized that cheerful energetic voice of hers. "Don't look at me, if you want to go around, you still need to be in a wheelchair. Your muscles need to be trained before you can utilize them as freely as you want." Then, she fastly found a wheelchair somewhere. "Your family will visit after lunch time, so how about a joyride together?" Shu nodded since it was bored to stay in the room. They moved along a wide corridor where they heard someone yelling at a male, warning him he must take a bath immediately. The young nurse gossiped that there was a patient who hate taking baths and often the nurse responsible would shout loudly at him. The ride was a fun one, the nurse knew many people and their conversations were fun to overhear. She pushed Shu to a garden-like open space and let her bake in warm sunlight and sniff some fresh air. It was refreshing and her mood was great. "It's a good suggestion afterall, right?" She raised her head and saw the nurse stretched her body like a lazy cat, when she noticed Shu's glance, she winked. They went back to the room and the nurse moved on for other tasks. When Shu finally had some times alone, she swam in a train of emotions and memories. She couldn't make up her mind, she couldn't believe those memories were fake. On one hand, she was thankful her sisters were alive. On the other hand, she was unable to accept it yet - she was a normal person without power. The stray eyes wondered around were caught by a pinboard with photos on it. She with a timid nice girl with red hair, which was her close friend and her boyfriend, smiled happily, the background implied it was an amusement park. Another one had her family squished together and thus made funny faces. Those were her friends and also the hunters in her dream, she slowly recalled those truths. Her hand brushed over the photo she took with her senpai on his graduation day, he had taught her how to swim. Shu remembered that her parents didn't treat her well and her father often beat her. Hence, her sisters had her registered in an international school, where she met many foreign friends. In addition, the school provided accomodation that she didn't need to return home and thus avoid her father. The timid red hair girl with freckles was her roommates, while the tall boy and another boy who had tanned skin and dyed bright teal curly hair was their neighbours downstair. Memories slowly washed back into her, filled up the missing pieces and fused with what she acknowledged in her coma. 1 p.m. in the afternoon, Shu finally saw the people she longed for so much. "Lei Lei," they called her by her nickname while dragged her into an almost suffocating hug. Shu tried her best to wrap around them with both of her arms, they felt warm, really warm. That warmness didn't go away no matter how long it was, it was real, she sighed in heart. She'd enjoyed that moment a little longer, but she coughed out of air in a reflex. Her elder sister who always had a flawless make-up had her face smudged by tears under intensive emotions. "You finally wake up, we've waited this day for five years." She explained, didn't care how horrible she might look. "You look like hell, " added another sister who dyed hair in light brown and obviously enjoyed outdoor activities. She shrugged at the glare and winked at Shu, "I know you could do it, strong girl." It meant too much for Shu, to hear their voices again, she was overwhelmed with feelings she couldn't express properly. "I missed you," said Shu with a deep meaning. "We missed you too, our little sister." The sister with dyed scarlet hair pecked on Shu's cheek. "Everything'll be fine, trust me, you're with us now." She used her thumb to gently wipe away the tears. "Please don't cry, it makes my heart aches." Shu rubbed her cheeks against her warm palm again and again, it felt so good to sense the essence of life within. Stuttered with words, her feelings overflew. "I-I can't. It just drops and drops, I'm very happy to see you and it just drops. You feel warm, smell good and I love it." The eldest sister protected herself with crossed arms, "Lei Lei, i don't know you're a pervert!" Shu puffed up and complained, "I. am. not!" Then, she felt more relaxed, it was her sister's way to cheer people up. "Enough joking around, sis, how old are you?" Another sister frowned in disapproval but beamed at Shu when she looked at her. "Brothers would come too, when they are off school and off work. We have so much time for girl talk before they come. Do you have dreams in these five years? Want to tell it to sis?" The older woman took Shu's hands and warmed them with her hands. She, who had scarelet hair looked into Shu's eyes sincerely. "I know you had a harsh time, what happened happened, but you've us now. From now on, you can do whatever you want and you have our fullest support." Shu pressed her lips, seemed to struggle whether to say something or not. Finally she took bravery and asked, "Am I a monster?" They were perplexed by the question, she could tell from the expression on their faces. "W-What? Wait, who told you that?! I'm gonna beat them up into a pulp!" The tanned woman furiously rolled up her sleeves and Shu could feel her burning wrath. The calmer woman lightly pushed her aside, "You scare Lei Lei. Of course not, you're not a monster, you're our beloved adorable little sister, a sweet cheerful girl that we don't love enough." Always like water and fire, the two miraclely got along well. You are not a monster. Maybe they didn't know how much that meant to Shu, but they did it, healing her broken heart that easily. "Can you say that once more?" She begged. "Sure my dear little sister," grinned the sister with brown hair, "You're not a monster, who dares to say that shall be a monster." That's it. Regardless of what she experienced during her coma, just their words were enough to save her, sufficient enough to allow her accept the real world. She found her purpose of life again and she won't waste that chance, she would live her life to its fullest, make it meaningful and happy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 5:33 am
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: Kingdom hearts Character name participating: Camilla Forester Quietly, a almost ginger brown haired girl with sausage ringlet curls, sat watching the landscape from her perch in a great old tree... Resting on her lap sat a giant ornate looking weapon of a strange design. It was sword like in nature, very much akin to a rapier in fact. The hilt was black and white with gold banding on it; being a cup hilted rapier style blade, a cross piece separates the part of the hilt the hand holds from the cup shaped piece to deflect oncoming blades. Both the cross piece and cup are black and white with flourishes of gold filigrees. Swirling filigree like bits of gold form a almost basket as they stem from the two sides of the cross piece to connect to the bottom of the hilt; further protecting the hand. Attached to the end cap of the rapier is a delicate gold chain, and off it hangs a beautiful, ruby colored, rose shaped key charm done in the style of stained glass. The The blade, sharp on both sides, flatish, straight, with a slight tapering towards the tip, was made of a brilliant spring green metal of a rich hue! Occasionally, small ruby red roses, much like the key charm, dot the blade periodically making the blade look very much like a rose bush. Finally, what made this different from a usual rapier was the presence of a ornate set of 'teeth'; yes, this as no ordinary rapier at all! It was a Keyblade; and the 'teeth' was a single large rose identical to the charm hanging off the chain, only larger. Resting a 1/5th of the way from the tip of the blade, the rose teeth gleamed beautifully in the early morning light. Sighing, Camilla glances down at her Keyblade of choice. The Rose Garden... It just felt right, with it's light weight and attack boost... She didn't remember exactly where she'd gotten the charm from... Was it from Beasts Castle? Or the Red Queen's Rose Garden? She just didn't know anymore... She'd been traveling around the worlds for so long that she just simply didn't remember... Trying to remember where she got her keyblade charm naturally caused her to think back on when she became a keyblade master in the first place... A artificial one at least... ------------------------ She was young when it happened... She'd been living a peaceful life in London when heartless attacked the city! They were repelled by a brave boy and his curious duck and dog companions! From that moment, she grew fascinated by Keyblades and their wielders! Camilla loved her family, and her love for them among other things is what prompted her to sneak up a Gummi Ship and leave her quiet life of doldrums behind! For a long time, she managed to stay hidden from the crew; though now, she wonders if they knew she was there all along... Either way, she got to see wonders no story book she'd read could ever cover and was exposed to the good, and evil, of the worlds... That's when it happened... She had gone out to explore, while the crew were away fighting heartless, when she got jumped! With no formal training and no means of defending herself, she was easy prey for the Heartless! She felt her heart get ripped out and felt the darkness close in around her... Hunger, confusion, instinct, she needed hearts... More hearts... She needed to fulfill her purpose! It wasn't until she heard a kind voice calling her back to the light that she was able to escape that horrible pit of darkness... She heard the voice call, but felt the darkness trying to pull her deeper; promising her power the likes of which she'd never known! But, she didn't want to be this monster, this thing, this evil! She'd set out to travel, to learn, to see so she could be a hero! So she could protect London next time the heartless came! Despite the darkness' temptation, she pulled away from it and reach for the light she could see in the distance. When she awoke, back in her own body with her heart seemingly still in tact, she was stunned to find the boy, the one she had so admired, standing before her! He was kind, and friendly, and everything she imagined him to be! She wasn't sure how long she'd been a Heartless or the crimes she commited; not until the boy told her. He was meeting up with the crew of the Gummi ship she'd stowed away on, and had seen her go down! She was thankful to hear she hadn't been a Heartless long and hadn't done any evils in that short time. The boy, who wasn't much of a boy anymore, admitted he was surprised she came back instead of simply fading away. It was curious... From what little she knew of Heartless, she shouldn't have come back... The boy admitted only a seldom few had done it, and they had been able to because of their strength of heart. With the cat out of the bag, Camilla had to admit she had stowed away on the Gummi ship and had been traveling with the white haired boy all this time... She was expecting they'd take her back to London, that her adventure was over... But, instead, she found the white haired boy offered to let her continue traveling with him! Naturally she accepted and it was only later did it get revealed that Camilla had somehow touched the brown haired boy's Keyblade and had been chosen to become a wielder... But not just any wielder... A Keyblade Master...Nobody could figure out how that happened... You weren't supposed to be able to become a master until you passed the Mark of Mastery exam... Yet, Camilla had all the powers a master would have... She wasn't happy about it... It felt cheap... Artificial... There also was something else... Ever since she'd become a heartless that time, she'd felt as if something was... Missing... When she was old enough and well trained enough by the white haired boy, he gave her a Gummi Ship of her own and allowed her to roam where her heart sought. Now, she was no longer a little girl... She was 15 and had already traveled the worlds for years... Yet still... Still she had never found that piece she was missing... ------------------------ Frowning, Camilla shakes her head as she pushes the memories away. She'd never be able to find what was missing if she spent all her time dwelling on memories off the past... Sighing slightly, She desummon's her keyblade and pushes up onto her feet; perching expertly on the thick branch as she does. Find your True Heart. Jumping, Camilla looks around wildly, suddenly on guard with her blade back in her hands! "Who's there!?" she calls but gets no response. Confused by what the disembodied voice meant by 'find your true heart', she didn't have long to muse on it. Instead of getting a answer back, the rustling of familiar shadow creatures reaches her ears! "Oh!" she squeaks in surprise as the shadowy beings with ominous yellow eyes attack! It didn't take long to vanquish the creatures, but she mentally reprimanded herself for letting her guard down... What she didn't realize, was... That was just he first wave... It seemed she had gotten noticed... Noticed by something powerful that didn't want her interfering! Wave after wave came at her with the enemies getting progressively tougher! She hadn't even had this hard a fight in Olympus' Colosseum! The battle against the heartless swarm raged on until she was absolutely exhausted! She couldn't just fight forever! Her focus waned more and more until that moment when she didn't see the massive fists of the colossal heartless coming her way! "N-no!" she shouts in a panic as she'd jumped right into the speeding fist's path, simply to avoid the other fist! "I-I don't want to be a Heartless again!" was the last thing she shouted before everything went dark! Was she falling? It felt like it, but... "Nhg..." she mumbles as consciousness returned to her and she found herself in darkness... She was expecting to feel the biting hunger, the malice, the evil... But, instead... She felt... Normal? If a little sore... "Huh...?" she says in confusion as she stands up and finds herself standing in total darkness... This was... Curious to say the least... Suddenly, the darkness began to break up into shards as a mosaic stain glass scene appears underneath her feet! "Eep!" she squeaks as she shields her eyes from the suddenly blinding light! Once she was no longer dazzled by the sudden surge of light, Camilla soon realizes the stain glass mosaic was on top of a cylindrical platform and it was of the boy she so admired! Though, clearly, he wasn't a boy anymore if the mosaic was correct. Confused but curious, Camilla couldn't help but notice a set of glowing stairs going up... Not only was her curiosity nudging her to climb the stairs, a... presence of a sort was as well and she saw no reason not too. It didn't take long before she reached another platform with another mosaic. This one was of the white haired boy she'd traveled with and a brown haired girl she knew to be their friend! Soon, more stairs appeared and Camilla made the climb to a fourth platform. This one featured three people... None of which she knew but felt like she should have... A fourth set of stairs led her to a mosaic that seemed to change before her very eyes! It showed her all the events that had happened up to that moment... And boy were there a lot... Finally, a fifth set of stairs led her to the most unexpected of mosaics! It was of her! Starting in awe at the giant stain glass portrait of herself, she suddenly hears a familiar disembodied voice! "Pick a Side. Find your True Heart!" Jumping, Camilla went to summon her keyblade but found she couldn't! Panicked for a moment, she relaxed to a cautious guard as two doors appear in the center of the mosaic. Curious, but untrusting of what she was seeing, she approaches them slowly only to gasp as she see's something strung between the two doors! It was a heart! A swirling beam of white light, which danced in filigree shapes, held one side of the heart, while a sharp thorny beam of black light held the other side! Putting a hand on her chest, it all became clear... She never had recovered her heart when she became a heartless... It... It was here the whole time... But, how... How had she turned back from a Heartless if she didn't have her heart... D-did that mean she was a Nobody?! Wait... No... She couldn't be... She'd already fought and defeated her Nobody! So... How...? There was little time to think on it as the voice repeated it's command. Pick a Side and Find her true heart... Despite the fact that Camilla had been fighting the heartless and using her Keyblade for good... Had she really picked a side...? She'd... Done things... She wasn't proud of... Made choices that she felt didn't match her morals... She hadn't picked a side had she...? Was her heart trapped by the two forces pulling with equal strength? Was it here waiting for her to pick a side so it could return to her? Yes... That felt... Right... it felt like the truth... She'd been born into the light and fell into the dark when he became a heartless. Had the darkness gifted her the power to summon a keyblade? Was that why her heart was trapped? Would... She have to give up her keyblade to pick the path she truly wanted? It was all so much to take it... It seemed as if when she pulled away from the darkness, it refused to let go... So it took her heart as she left... But she was strong and she choose the light! This choice protected her heart from being consumed by the dark, kept her from becoming a being of evil! Now, her heart was trapped. The darkness refused to let go, but so did her light! They pulled with equal strength and kept her heart trapped in this... Place... Now... Now Camilla had found her heart, the piece of her that she was missing, the piece she'd searched so long for! Now, to take it back all she had to do was make a choice. Light, or Darkness. Camilla knew Darkness wasn't inherently evil, but it was where evil could hide the easiest and was it's usual weapon of choice... Darkness, it was cold, lonely, solitary... The light... Evil had the most trouble hiding in it and though while it could use it to cast long shadows, it wasn't it's usual weapon of choice. No... While she knew that Darkness was not inherently evil, she was not a being of darkness... She as a being of Light! Light was warm, it was togetherness, it was unity! Camilla made her choice! With her choice made, a flash of light stretches near her hand and she reaches out to grab her keyblade! Smiling, she grips the blade in both hands and lunges forwards! With one smooth move, she cuts the black beam holding her heart like a blade through yarn! The beam disperses and the door turns back before shattering into shards before fading away! White light turned the red heart a brilliant white and soon faded softly away leaving her heart to float mid air! A soft click could be heard as the white door opens, spilling out warmth as it does! With keyblade still in hand, Camilla walks slowly over to her heart and touches it! It disappears in a flash and her breath catches as she feels her heart being in her chest for the first time in a long while! A sort of joyous, almost hyper, energy fills her as her truth self returns! She hadn't realized it till then... That the hyper, jolly girl she'd been previous to the heartless attack, her true self, had been stolen from her... She'd been living in his half state for so long she wasn't sure what to make of all this new found happiness and energy! Smiling down a the Keyblade in her hands, she breaths a sigh of relief. She'd been worried choosing the light would cost her, blade, but this proved not to be the case! In fact... She wasn't sure whether it was the euphoria of being her true self again or not, but it felt almost as if the blade was happier then ever to be in her possession! That it was meant for her now! Camilla did notice something about the blade, however. All the black parts were now white, and all the white were black. Her blade had, a higher ratio of black to white before, now it reversed! While she was almost surprised the black wasn't gone fully, she knew as she gazed at the blade, that it was meant to show something very important... Black was often used to represent darkness; darkness often represented evil. But, darkness was not evil, it was a neutral party, like light was. It could be used for good OR evil and her blade now represented this! Darkness could live alongside the Light, it could be used for good! She was a Keyblade Master born from light and darkness, and even though she had chosen the Light she would show the Darkness a better path! She would bring the warmth of light to the darkness! Smiling warming as she notices the mosaic beneath her had changed, she looks to white door and nods! It was time to go help make a difference! She didn't have to search anymore, she found what she was looking for! And with that last thought, she bounds through the door with Keyblade raised! She would bring the light!
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 5:35 am
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: Pokemon (Team Aqua AU) Character name participating: Camilla Forester (Grabbing these so I can get the AU ticket, and so I don't forget to do it while I can get the ticket, lol.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 8:43 am
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: [TiH-verse] (Amityville Mayor) Character name participating: Aureole Ettore What a burden to bare. Not only did she need to oversee the land of her father's lands after his passing but she had the weight of Amityville upon her shoulders. She hadn't wanted to grow up this fast. Who would ever want to? Who could have ever predicted such an outcome? The frantic tittering of the monsters on each of her side tickled at her ears as her hooves clicked against the floor in the direction of the newly-appointed 'War Room' as Aureole had apply named it. She had remembered her father having a similar room within their own manor... That truly shamed this shamble of a office. But she could criticize the room later. She had no time for such a thing. She had even less time to think of a strategy to aid them in their current predicament. The fires of war had licked at their border of the world long enough and it was time to take action! The world had teetered and toppled into war after war after the worlds fell into disarray with one another. It hadn't been something that much of anyone thought could happen. But it had. Monsters across their world had taken a brunt beating from the invading forces. Many had... Been lost. It was before her own undertaking of the role she now stood in. And it was one of the many reasons why she now towered in such a powerful role. Much of the forces had hit home for her... Literally. The castle could barely keep the offending forces off and... Her home fell. It was a deep, seething wound that had turned much of her cheerful self to implode into what she was now. Barely a smile around most that weren't immediately family or close friends. Even in though those situations it was often forced. But everyone had to grow up sometime. Some sooner than others. Long gone was her old love of blue attire, quickly replaced with the colors of war; Red, orange and fierce yellows that often made her auburn hair look like a blaze of fire. Aureole had done much of that with witnessing loss after loss of their territory as was evident on the sprawling map that laid beneath her clenched fists on a wide oak table. She squinted her gaze at each figure as if they were silently insulting her very being. "How many for today?" It was a loaded question. She knew how many but she often needed to hear it just to ensure this wasn't just some terrible dream. "Forty-six to the East and thirty-two to the West, South isn't entirely accounted for and the North..." It had been a grim day. One of the more heavy loss ones... "I see..." Her gaze trails all about the map, old strategies coming into light with newer ones. Like her mind was having it's own war. "Ma'am, we must-" "I am well aware with what must be done" She didn't bother turning her head in the direction of the boil assistant that had peeped up and instantly flinched at her interruption. A long pause took to blending in with the background sounds of papers shuffling and of quiet voices discussing side missions to keep the spots they had taken and kept for as long as they had. "Aerial will move to scouting, keeping a distance from the Hunters as much as possible while relaying any information to their motives of new territory lines. The main bulk of the citizens will stay close to the capitol here while some Reapers keep a watch and others integrate just outside of Amityville; Make sure to give them plenty to work with for sending information as needed." Her hands move around, pointing for various different spots on the map, moving a figurine here and there. "And be sure to keep them fairly close... We need to keep everyone as close as possible at this point." "Make sure to keep Damaris's group in check, my cousin may be meek but she's as skilled a healer as her mother so we need to keep her team protected and ensure that our units are plenty healthy for another border dispute..." At least til she could execute the final stage of their long-awaited plan to permanently secure a border. "Upon the twelfth hour, we will initiate The Exchange." Everyone ceased what it was that they were doing to stare over at their Mayor, eyes wide with confusion, disbelief and, even some, anger. "Are you out of your Jackin' mind!?" "I thought we had scrapped that plan?" "How is this going to exactly pan out for us!?" "ENOUGH!" The boom of her voice carried throughout the entire room, seemingly silencing all. "Information is a key resource here not just for us but the other factions as well! It is our last chance unless anyone here has a better idea!" The echo of her final words continued to bounce off of the walls while everyone either shook their head or averted their eyes to the floor or walls. With a quick huff of air blowing out of her nose, she proceeded to plan the exchange of certain prime areas for certain clans of the Horsemen to set up to heal their injured and other spots for the Hunters to set up a reasonably close spots of their own. Healing didn't seem to be much of high strong-point on the field, at this particular point so Aureole knew she had that as an upper hand. To offer such a thing would mean to show 'mercy' which was her last chance. It was an old lesson her father had taught to her that he had said her mother often showed and it had aided in more instances that he had cared to count. _*_ "Eyes will be kept close on you at all time." "As will ours." A quick but formal handshake was done before the exchange of information and medics were given. Aureole let herself sigh deeply as she looked on around them at the two factions. She could tell that they were all tired. Tired of fighting, tired of losing. In war, no one truly won so... This felt like a small victory for those fighting to keep their homes. And for the leaders to have a reprieve from the growing numbers of losses that each side took. "It is a temporary fix. You know this." The Division leader had refused to leave their side. Mostly to try and keep the closest eye on her as possible. She was fine with it. "That is fine. I would prefer a temporary rest for those on the field than to return to my table and stare down at my people like pawns on a chess board." It was a critique of herself more than anything. Regardless, the other seemed to agree with the smallest hint of a nod. "Besides, this was not even my plan, entirely." Her eyes locked onto the rushing sight of her cousin who was currently directing different parts of her staff about to heal the injured from all factions. "Family has their own way of helping in such times..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 12:10 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: TiH / Coma Character name participating: Kimberly The battle was taking a lot out of her, she stood on the hill facing a death horseman, her whip Chinthliss in her hand. Don't give up Kimberly, just a bit more and you can pull through this. Remember all that you were taught."Yeah yeah, easy for you to say you aren't the one dodging all these attacks." She snapped irritably at her bonded weapon. She jumped back as a large spear landed at her feet, a hiss of shock leaving her lips. That was way closer than she liked. One instant slower and she would have been a Kim-kabob. Where was her back-up? It wasn't usual for her to be alone like this. No one was even contacting her to check her status. ~~~~ "Come on Kimberly don't give up, you need to wake up." The nurse sat beside the teen looking down at her, wishing she would wake up. She had been so drained from just laying there that it was becoming more and more doubtful that even if she did wake up, she would be able to regain all her strength. The tests that had been done on the teen showed that she should be able to wake up but it was like for some reason she was choosing to stay in her own mind. If only they could get through to her. ~~~~ Kimberly laughed as the horseman grazed her with a blow, knocking her back across the ground. She was abrated, bleeding and tired but the thrill of the fight was still in her. She loved the feeling and wanted to stay doing this forever. Kimberly may I remind you that if you do this too long you will not actually beat him, you can't just exchange blows and expect to live.She muttered in disdain and rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, I will finish it, then on to the next." Next? Why not just stop for a while. Rest? No one would blame you if you decided to give up fighting for a while and go home for a bit.Go home? She couldn't even remember home. Why was Chinthliss acting this way? She looked down at the whip in her hands and shook her head. "No way, I don't want to give this up! I am not going back ever." Not even if you die because of it?Huh? "Well duh, it is what I signed up for. Otto, Ace, even Allan they are all depending on me too. I am sticking with it to the bitter end." ~~~~ "Kimberly wont you wake up.. Not even if you die because of it?" The nurse spoke in an echo of Chinthliss' words, or perhaps he was Chinthliss... In his own way. He touched the girl's forehead and rose with a sigh. She seemed to like it where she was...
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 7:53 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: [ Pokemon ] Character name participating: Barty Bartholomew Blackhorn watched from the team Aqua leader's side as the rain grew more and more intense. The leader, Archie, was beyond thrilled with himself. After Bart had put up with the man for a few months, the boil could understand why. Team Aqua had won and, as a formal member of the team, Barty pretended to be rather thrilled. He actually was a bit, but not simply because team Aqua had won, but that Barty was going to get to defeat Archie. He figured he would give the leader a bit longer to enjoy himself, then Barty would reveal his true intentions in joining the pirate crew. Since the rest of the crew was about to get rather rowdy, Bart decided to make his way below deck. Getting through the crowd was not hard. As admin, everyone feared and revered Barty. Likewise, everyone knew that he did not fit in well and was a bit to formal and proper for the team. However, Archie himself asked Bartholomew to be an admin before he was even a grunt. Clearly, Archie was rather desperate for a strategist. It was understandable as to why. After so long of trying, Archie could still not defeat team Magma. Then, less than a month after Barty became an admin, Barty and 10 grunts alone were able to infiltrate and destroy team Magma during one of their attempts to revive Groundon. Likewise, Archie thought that Groundon had been destroyed before awaking, but that was not entirely true. Although it had been wise of Archie to find a strategist, Barty had his own plans. Archie himself was not particularly bright and far to easily trusting. Most of team Aqua was like that, which was largely why Bart did not like hanging around them much. Of course, he played it off and managed to bond with the pirate crew enough to make manageable connections and earn their respect, but not so much that he was best friends with any of them. He also dearly wished that all of them would wear more proper clothing. Many of the men frequently went shirtless. Thankfully, since Bart was an admin, he got to choose his own wardrobe- more or less. So, he wore the normal white and black striped shirt with a long blue cape-like jacket with the team Aqua symbol on the back and black pants. Although it was definitely not up to his usual standards, it was far better than the grunts' uniform. Besides, he greatly enjoyed how the long cape flowed in the breeze. It was rather epic, and amusing. Upon returning to his room, Bart moved his chess pieces a bit so that the black king piece had the blue king piece in check mate. He then made his way to the desk, and dug in one of the drawers to pull out the prized Master Ball. "This will be soooo much better than catching Groundon was..." he muttered to himself as he began to casually make his way up to deck once more. The others were merrily drinking and dancing. For a brief moment, Bart felt bad for bringing their festivities to an end, but the moment quickly passed. Bart then made his way to the edge closest to Kyogre, and threw the masterball. World domination was in his grasp. With the power of land and water, anyone who stood in his way would easily be destroyed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 5:59 am
OOC NAME of prompt: [ Walking Dead ] Setting: Walking Dead Character name participating: Sludge Survival had been difficult, and neigh impossible for some. He'd seen many fallen to the dead that roam the streets, with many a time barely escaping the same fate. How he had evaded death for so long was beyond his simple reasoning. Even stranger was the ragtag people that he followed. Sludge was not a thinker, nor did he speak often, and when he did only saying a few words. But he knew how to forage, how to hunt, and how to hide. His survival skills were what made him a important member to the group, many of them having no idea about these things. He had no qualms about showing people what to do, and was happy to be given orders. It made his life simple, and he didn't have to think to hard. Today marked the first year anniversary of their decent into hell, so of course on this momentous occasion it had to be celebrated by a rival group trying to steal their supplies. For a while they had managed to fend them off, but the other group was twice their size, and possessed more guns then they did. When the first shots rang out, the group scattered, and he saw a chance. He had no personal ties with these people, nor did he harbor any ill will. But he wanted to survive, and his instincts told him that to stay here any longer would spell his doom. While the others fought to their deaths, the walkers silently creeping past so they could feast on the survivors, Sludge slid away, so he could live another day.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 4:13 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: [TiH-verse]: Your character wakes out of a coma one day to realize everything that happened to them (in TiH) was them in a coma. They are actually an entirely normal person who has been in a long coma for the past 5 years, and everyone they ever interacted or talked to was just someone they knew IRL or one of the nursing/doctor staff helping them deal with their personal demons. Setting: TiH Student Character name participating: Vania
It was a human. A normal... human.
The human reached forward, grasping Vania's hands in theirs, and Vania jumped, recoiling and nearly falling out of the bed she was in.
"Don't touch me," She hissed, staring at her hands as if they were about to sprout some contagious disease.
Her anger that had flared up went away just as quickly, jaw dropping.
It seemed that she was human, too.
Gone was her red skin and large hands, and the sight left her shaking, Everything she'd known, everything she'd believed was a lie. She was no demon, she was no creature of FEAR...
Her fingers were grasped again, and the other in front of her, she suddenly realized, was crying.
"Sis..." Came the other's voice, and Vania realized that despite her looks, this was her sister.
Vania suddenly couldn't find her voice.
"I know you haven't been awake, but it's been a long time. A long, long time. Things have changed a lot, since you've been in a coma..." She trailed off as Vania took her hand slowly back, clasping them together as she held them to her chest, turning away from the other.
Everything was foreign to her. She had been in a coma...? That didn't explain anything. Had her dreams been so vivid that she'd lead another, false life that she believed to be real?
What could Vania even say to that?
"I... I don't know what to do," She found herself saying, breathing in, feeling her heart beat faster than she thought was capable. Vania knew she was silently freaking out, silently freaking out, unsure of what to do...
Could she even do anything? Was she even able?
It seemed that she knew nothing. Everything she'd known was a lie, and this... this, she hoped was a dream, but the pain she felt as she dug her nails into her chest told her very clearly that it wasn't.
"It hurts," Vania finally admitted, tears running down her cheeks. There was a subtle anger in her chest that slowly drifted through her body, clearing her mind and making her jaw set, teeth clench together so tightly that it hurt.
"It'll be okay. Everything... will be okay. I'm here for you." Her sister beside her lifted her hand as if to hold Vania's again... then withdrew it, clasping her hands together on her lap. She looked stricken, as if she wanted to do nothing more than comfort Vania... but she refrained.
Vania remained silent, continuing to stare out the window, unresponsive.
Angry tears ran down her face as she remained silent, ignoring the feelings of the other.
Wrath had always been her downfall, and even now... she couldn't control it, despite the time spent 'asleep'...
Vania let out a soft breath, shoulders relaxing.
Only time would tell, now, whether the coma either helped, or hindered, Vania.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 5:40 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Crossroads Setting: TiH-verse Coma Character name participating: Kyle
Doctor? Was I injured during a mission again?
"Kyle? Can you hear me?"
Yeah I can hear you fine from here. Just 5 more minutes till I'm ready to face the world.
“Kyle? Come on. Open your eyes.”
Just 5 minutes more then you can tell me how badly I screwed up during that last mission Matt.
“Please.”
… oh alright.
It was a struggle to open his eyes but Kyle managed to do it eventually. Only to find himself in an unfamiliar room instead of the infirmary that he had already grown somewhat used to in Deus. He froze, the expression on his face akin to that of a deer that was just caught in the headlights.
Mum?
... Dad?
Kain too..?
What's going on? Was this a dream? Maybe some sort of psychological game that the Horsemen the Hunters dealt with sometimes tried on them?
"Mum? ... Dad? What's going on? What are you doing here? Where am I..?”
Before his parents and older twin brother could say anything, someone stepped in to put himself directly between them and him. A doctor. A vaguely familiar figure with a long raven hair braid that was draped across his shoulder. A strong set of shoulders that he knew he could rest easy and depend on. His heart nearly stopped the moment the doctor turned and confirmed his suspicion as to who it was.
"Matt?”
“It's good to know for a start that you can still recognise all of us despite the 5 years that have already passed Kyle.”
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It was all in all a little too much for Kyle to take in initially. To realise that everything he had encountered as a Sun hunter in that other world, the talking weapon partners that each hunter had, the perils that they had to train long and hard to deal with, and what was at stake should they fail were all part of a very elaborate and long dream that he had during the 5 years when he was in a coma.
He was glad to be back in any case. Sure it took a while for everyone to fill him in on everything that had happened, but it sure felt great to be able to put all that doom and gloom behind him and look forward to a life of normalcy that he knew was beyond him in Deus.
“So… what do you intend to do from now on?”
He smiled softly as he clung onto Matt’s arm and leaned on him slightly.
”I never really completed medical school because of the stress and my own weakness that led to my breakdown. I think that I'll like to attempt that again even if I'm going to be ridiculed as the oldest student in the cohort.”
“You sure about that? There are other professions that you can look into you know.”
”I'm sure.”
He nodded a few times, his hand giving the older male’s a small squeeze at the same time to reaffirm his conviction to go ahead with this.
”I know that I've failed all of you before but I'm a different person now. I'm stronger and I'll like it very much if you could stand by and support me in this. Matt…”
There was nothing but an unsettling silence between the both of them for a very long time. Would Matt wholeheartedly support him in his decision to go back to medical school? Or would he insist that this was a very bad idea and that he should seriously reconsider his options? Just as Kyle was about to break the silence, he saw the shift in Matt's facial expression followed by an approving smile and then a nod.
And that brought tears to his eyes as it meant the world to him at this point in time.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 12:10 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Pokemon Setting: Pokemon Character name participating: Lure Being of Team Aqua was no easy task. Especially when you technically were a person not a pokemon who you know. Did need to eat and live and specifically required air to breathe and all that good stuff. So why Lure had joined up with the blue clad water lovers might have seemed exceptionally strange at first but in reality- It was primal. Going back to water, to basic just made sense to them. All life came from the ocean right? Well, most of it anyway. There was a god of pokemon and- actually he didn't want to get into the semantic and theology of it. Too complicated. But the point was that this was the way to go. Reset the world, making to go backwards and try again. A sort of hard reset. Like what you wished you could do when you tossed out 10 plus ultra balls on a shiny pokemon only for it to flee because it was a jerk. It was kind of like that. The flooding was getting worse each day though. It plan had been ridiculously complex at first, then slowly- it gained traction. Few people stood up to them. Just not taking them seriously or too afraid when they realized all too late how serious team aqua really was. Lure had been a part of the assessment team- charged with locating materials and scouting out places to strike and free pokemon from captivity. They thought it noble goals. Good aims. Something to help change the world for the better. Besides, as they'd been told, they had water pokemon, they'd be fine. Well no, that wasn't entirely true. Their pokemon would be fine, them? Not so much. Team Magma had been hindering in those last days. Following hotly at their heels, chasing them down, nearly beating them to the punch. But they were always just one step ahead. Just a little bit quicker. In the end team magma had been too slow. Groudon nothing more than a flightless hope, a fake dream. But Kyorge? Blue laced with red, bright yellow eyes and teeth larger than any man. How easily the hubris of man could make them so foolishly blind to fall into such a state. A beast, legendary, mythical, primal and uncontrollable, was just that. A beast. A pokemon from an era when it ruled without the existence of humans and fought with it's rival to shape the earth. Now no rival existed. It went unchallenged. The floods began as the rain started that day. The floating city was the first to go. Swept away over night. How many lives lost? No one knew. But just like that, it was gone. Vanished off the map. Next were the costal towns. Sea beating at the edges until they broken, swallowing up the ports until no boats remained all what few survivors there were had fled inland. But it was no use, no better. Lake began to run over, rivers overflowing to forests. Chaos- no one had thought about the loss of life past dead humans. But bodies of land dwelling pokemon kept piling up. The rain kept coming. Days turned to week and the weeks now reached a month. Nonstop rain had consumed everything until nothing remained. it was death. Death and water. Team magma's final stand was a mockery. A final almost sarcastic display of hopelessness. They tried a final time to bring forth their hope- Groudon. A beast of legend, of myth. Just that, legend and myth. Lure wished they could have done it, but it was too late to stop what had begun. They smiled at their own companion, a seel not even evolved. Perhaps not a world for mortals would remain, but at least some would survive.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 1:12 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: [TiH-verse] Setting: TiH-Ten years later your character is the Amityville Mayor/ (Conquest/Famine/Death or War overlord)/ Division leader. Five years ago, the worlds collapsed until there was just one, consistently in a state of turf war and flux. Now you must figure out how to use your limited resources to save your kind. Character name participating: Elio Life. A terrible concept at heart. An existence marred by pain and suffering yet also highlighted by the bounty and wonder of it's myriad of earthly pleasures. So what defined life if not for the pursuit of happiness? That ideal that was as intangible and personal for each individual as any other thing that humanity so radically thought worthy of? Pen spinning in the air, Elio sat behind the remains of the old oaken desk, wondering how it had come to this. To the end of an era and the beginning of a new? Perhaps it had been hubris that had made the older leaders rush towards their own ends. Maybe a sort of fatalistic grim desire to see and make sense of their accursed lives so marked by the suffering they endured and ensured upon others? It was yet another mystery of the facility that now was in ruins. It's walls ravaged to the point of rubble and it's structures fragmented by the chaos that had been their war, their fight. Almost all the other life division hunters had died on missions. Attempting to save others, or like many humans so afraid of the mere concept of death, had sought to save themselves. Some hid in the pods. Some got convent excuses to relocate. Others had simply vanished under the pretense of going on missions and faking deaths so poorly a child would see the truth within mere minutes. Elio had stayed. Elio had remained. A silent, unobtrusive fixture within Deus ex Machina as it slowly rotted from the inside. Corruption, greed, power hungry men and women fighting over scraps. H's death was not the catalyst, it was the match. Th spark that started the fire among the life division. How many had killed rivals, thinking only to grab at power they had no right, no foresight to handle? Pathetic. Yet Elio did not involve himself. He bided his time, made allies amongst the younger ones, the newer, fresher faces. He planned and waited and bided his own time. Hunters were human. They aged like all humans do. They made mistakes as all humans did. Eventually they fell. A glorious fire of hell and fury as FEAR choked them out- as horsemen and halloween overtook the older hunters so eager to prove they were strong, without fear of death, that thing they all felt crawling on their skin with each waking moment their weapon remained attached to them. Hubris. Pride. The fall of man. Humanity fell before the hunters. Life, it's ideals, aims, and goals came crashing down all around them like house of cards- and it left Elio to play the joker. When dust cleared and settled, he was wounded but alive, he gathered the trainees he could find, the ones he knew and made them escape. Hid them away with orders to wait, to heal, to train. Bide their own time util they could return. A gamble. A gambit. A play of the game. Old hunters fought to fill the upper ranks and they clung to human ideals and notions of democracy. So democratic when Elio called back the trainees. The young ones so afraid and glassy eyed. The ones he'd offered a place to hide and fear while they might survive to become fodder at a later date. So democratic as they trainees he befriended ages past looked to him as not leader but friend. Sentiment. Leader he became. Life was what they made him to take, and so he did. Life was not what they would sustain however. It was death they brought with them. In bandages and runes- a borrowed existence, a temporary halt of the inevitable. Humanity had long been lost. As the pen was caught in hand, Elio looked out the remains of what had once been the Life lead's office. All life could end, and would end. Both for humanity and for all who lived for FEAR.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 2:09 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: TiH- Setting: TiH- Your character wakes out of a coma one day to realize everything that happened to them (in TiH) was them in a coma. They are actually an entirely normal person who has been in a long coma for the past 5 years, and everyone they ever interacted or talked to was just someone they knew IRL or one of the nursing/doctor staff helping them deal with their personal demons. Character name participating: Crimson The buzzing was not a bee. It was more artificial, inorganic. A bee went in and out, flying to and from a place. Even the fly ever so annoying was known by the distinctive hum of drawing close then fading out only to come back near. But this buss was one note. Singular and static. It came in their dreams where they lay back and stared at a white ceiling with all too stalk fluorescent bulbs. The light was white but as time would pass it would slightly go off white to a more aged yellow. The dream would not last, it never did. It came only on occasion, like an old record that played on the radio- something from another time, another place. The buzzing would keep going until they woke. Sometimes, the dream would be a little different. The smell so usually sterile would have the faint tingle of citrus cleaner or antiseptic. Their mouth would be dry and nothing would have taste. Bound, motionless, they would still be left looking up at a white expanse of ceiling, once white bult now yellowing with age. Sometimes it would flicker, but usually not. Waking up was harder on some than others he had been told. They either took to it and wanted to be active, or were like him, slow and just taking each step at a time. He thought it all dreams. But that wasn't true. His reality had been the dream, the dreams had been his reality. Yet even in his reality the taste of copper blood was always the same. A car accident, his skull had cracked and he'd been in ICU for months. Touch and go with brainwaves. Alive but unresponsive. Money his family had keeping him suspended in life, denied a sleeping, peacful death. He would need to eat, to start physical therapy. His body didn't even have the ability to lift itself from the bed as it were. He almost wished they had let him sleep. People came and went, and their voices he knew by faces and names not their own. Not uncommon. His mind had heard them, subconsciously making a way to explain them. The mind was a strange and wonderful thing. Didn't he have anything he wanted to say? Let them know? He'd said nothing of what he dreamed of. Only that he'd dreamed. But what did you tell people? I dreamed I was insane? I dreamed of blood and magic and a world where I lived off of human emotion- I lived off of raw human FEAR? No, you kept quiet, because when you whispered it to yourself at night, you were still so unsure if it was as fake as you are supposed to think it was. Therapy takes weeks, months. It will be years he is told before he will be what he used to be like. He doesn't mind really, it has been years. 5 long years where he knows nothing. Time has moved without him and he can't quite recall what it was like before aside from the fact he wasn't like he is now. Weak, stuck in a hospital gown most days and fed meals bland and tasting unseasoned. When Christopher closes his eyes he wants to dream of a world where he is not a he and that is okay. He wanted to dream of a place where he is magic and magic is his blood. Where fear is a way of life and normal and no one cares if you are strange or different. When he closes his eyes sometimes, he can't hear the buzz of reality, and it is nice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 2:34 pm
OOC NAME of prompt: Consequence Setting: Harry Potter Character name participating: Iyari
Increasingly, her classes had become harder. With the O.W.L.s being over for her she found that the year had been going by with a push towards doing well in preparation for the N.E.W.T.... She wasn't that interested. Iyari had always learned by doing. Which, naturally, with the problems of the dementors and everyone being locked inside (for lack of a better term), doing had become a problem.
Rather than allow herself to become complacent, and to avoid her books, she'd started to wander the castle to find a safe haven to practice her defensive and offensive moves, as well as transfiguration. It had proved... slow. Several rooms she had known to be empty as a younger student were locked, or heavily patrolled thanks to a certain group who refused to stay in designated areas. Someone had suggested the Room of Requirement to her, but she felt it must have always been in use otherwise since she could never find the door, no matter how to-the-letter she followed instructions. The young witch started to think it was a sick joke of some kind, or a cruel prank considering her need.
A few nights prior she'd even attempted to get outside but Mrs Norris nearly caught her then, even though she thought she might be able to use transfiguration. The cat had been too quick, but she'd retreated.
That's how she got to tonight...
Away from the cramped rooms, she'd told someone she was heading to the library to return a few tomes despite the late hour, but quickly veered off to one of the hallways in search of a room. Tugging at the large brass knockers, she pulled on a few but nothing opened for her, regardless of magic. Dejectedly, she'd waited for the stairs to shift to get back down to the first floor. Either because of her intense determination or her metaphorical blinders, she'd failed to notice she had a follower.
Click click, click click..
She heard the noise at the bottom of the stairs, feeling the hair on the back of her head rise. Yellow eyes stared back at her and let out a growl and she rubbed her head. "Mrs. Norris..." She stared. Iyari grunted. Generally she liked cats, but this was like no cat she'd met before. And here she was after hours. Iyari exhaled and leaned down. "Alright cat, we're not going to have a problem, are we?" While she'd never really HEARD of anyone trying to negotiate with a cat, maybe she'd be able to get through to her.
It was at that time that she felt something move over her vision and she felt something cold wash over her. Was it it a dementor? Iyari hadn't been present when people had been "attacked" and only heard stories. Her heart raced and it got closer... why was it so cold? Bollocks. She thought, trying to pry into her brain. What made dementors go away? Patronus? Ugh... it started to smell too. While she hadn't made a lot of time to conjure her patronus, she at least knew the spell and whispered it to herself as she looked down at her wand, gripping it tightly. "3... 2... 1...." Her gut wrenched and she paused. Didn't a patronus need something happy? Outside, she liked the outside. And practice. And butterbeer. Also learning a bit of ancient weapons suited her fancy. There! Iyari felt it fill her chest and she exhaled again.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Whipping around she fired off the spell in a glorious light at the shadowy figure, smiling as it whipped around into a shape, directly into the shadow which fell back. Her eyes followed it, but she stopped abruptly as the shape moved back towards her. "This is...?" Iyari had seen other patronus in the past. One of her closest friends had an eagle, another had a lion, even a horse, things that were big or elegant and she felt the pang of jealousy. She would always say that hers was waiting because it must be something equally or more grand.
The squirrel in front of her proved otherwise.
"A squirrel?!" She frowned and groaned at it as it scuttled underneath her. Mrs. Norris was on it in seconds and she watched the wispy squirrel run off and she sighed. At least I got the dementor... A smirk was on her face and she turned to see if it was still on the ground.
Her heart sank.
It wasn't just that it was moving, but it had a arms... and legs... and a face. "...Hey Neville..." She muttered, rubbing her temples. The confused boy waved a bit and got up, rushing off.
Iyari didn't even want to bother trying to practice anymore.
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