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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 9:07 pm
Prompt 4.27.07
When you come upon the scene, it is a weak and dying Herald that you find, unable even to stand. A few scattered feathers on the ground are the only remnants of the wings it once possessed. It has come to this place to die...or be saved? That, of course, is up to you.
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
You may have noticed that many details have been left off. This is because we want you to have plenty of freedom to develop the scene yourself. Consider time of day, weather, season, etc. when you post.
Brewing Storm Metaplot Considerations for your Prompt: The time of day is still open for translation. The only thing that is set is that it is raining when you find your fallen angel, with the scent of a strong thunderstorm in the air. Cloud-to-cloud lightning is optional, but no cloud-ground.
Dmitri Lark had been having a terrible day. Today made it four years, four years since the forceful end of his old life. He had made plans to go to the cemetery, pay his respects and the like. He even bought flowers, but standing at the gate he found he couldn't go in.
Four years and hadn't seem their tombstones once, he almost hadn't gone to the funerals. Four years and he couldn't accept it, he couldn't say goodbye. There was a part him that was trying to hold onto something in his old life and goodbye would be letting go.
So he walked around, all day. God knows how many hours he just walked. He wanted to get wasted, get so drunk that he didn't remember what happened last week let alone a few years ago. But bars were never a good idea, he tended to get in fights and the last thing he wanted was to go home and be alone. He thought about it for a moment when it started to rain but then he decided that he didn't care. Not even when it started to pour. He wasn't even paying attention to what he was doing as he walked around soaked from head to toe. It wasn't long before he was completely lost.
When Dmitri finally stopped to look around there was a field, a few scattered trees and a stream. He noticed something, just barely beneath a tree. He had to squint and push the hair that was plastered to his forehead out of his eyes before he could make out the form of a person. His eyes went wide when he realized and he ran to the form, slipping a little on the wet grass and mug.
When he got closer he was amazed at what he saw. It was indeed a person, but unlike no person he had ever seen before. To start off, they were naked, then there was the pale skin and long white hair. Even in the muddy, rain soaked ground this person look immaculate. There were feathers laying on the ground as well, just a few stuck in the mud.
Dmitri stood, just staring, amazed for a moment. He had stumbled upon something perfect in the rain. This person, what ever it was, it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was the most incredible time too, a day when he had been so lost he had found what could only be an angel. He was certain that was what it was.
Then the angel looked up at him with such amazing blue eyes. Very weakly it raised a hand and point to a large stone slab not to far away. It tried to move on it's own, to pull itself towards the stone but it barely moved and then it looked back to him. It was pleading with him.
Without speaking, he just nodded and bent down to pick up the angel, his angel. It wasn't as easy as he had hoped. He had been strong once and he had been hoping he still was. With some luck he managed to very carefully move the angel to the stone.
When he set the angel down it gripped the edges of the stone tightly, clearly glad it had manged to reach the goal it had been struggling toward, before pushing up into the sitting position. It looked at him once more, long white hair sticking to its face just as Dmitri's was sticking to his. It raised it's hand once more and pointed to Dmitri and what he was holding.
He had completely forgot about the flowers, the ones he had bought that morning for the graves of his friends. They had long since died, withered too, so much less beautiful than that had once been before. The angel wanted them, that was clear. He hesitated for a second, this angel was so beautiful, it deserved something more that ratty dead flowers. But it's eyes were tired and he handed them over to the angel who accepted them gratefully.
Then there was hair and rain in Dmitri's face and he couldn't see. In the time it took him to brush it away and look back at the angel the flowers were gone. He was confused, not knowing what had happened to them but then the angel smiled at him and he forgot about that. That smile was most certainly the most beautiful thing he had seen.
The angel laid down after that, resting on the stone and closing it's eyes. Dmitri just stood there for a long moment, wondering if it was going to be alright or if he should get it out of the rain. After a long while of the angel not moving and Dmitri just getting wetter he decided home was the best idea.
Suddenly being home alone didn't seem so bad.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 8:57 pm
Prompt 5.4.07
You sit inside, protected and comfortable as the weather rages outside. The evening meal is on the table, and you're filled with an intense feeling of well-being.
Your mind veers, against your will, to the dying creature that you had come across. It certainly wouldn?t be comfortable tonight. What are you thinking? It's probably already long gone. But...what if it isn't?
What's it actually like outside? Do you go in search of the Herald? What do you bring to make it more comfortable, if so? Do you even find it?
He had music playing quietly in the background like he always did when he studied (though a little quieter than usual). He had pretty much forgotten about it completely until caught the chorus of one song:
Rain, rain go away,
Come again some other day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
He smirked and started to snicker. How much of an understatement was that? With how much much it had been raining lately people (well at least him) were going stir crazy. If it didn't stop soon he was sure there was a very real possibility that people would forget what the sun looked like.
Dmitri look up at the window for the first time in a while. The rain was pelting against it so hard he was surprised he hadn't noticed how bad it had gotten. It was torrential out there it was even a little hard to see. He was pretty sure it hadn't rained this bad since the day he found his angel.
Thinking about that he frowned. His angel was still out there and sure it had been in the rain for some time (it hadn't stopped since he found it) but today was worst and he was starting to get a little worried. Could angels get sick? Could it really die? It looked so weak when he had found it...
Dmitri made up his mind quickly, he would go to find it and do what he could for it, it wasn't like he was doing anything at home. He hunted down his new umbrella and a coat and headed out into the rain.
He knew approximately where he was going. The night he found the angel he had just been wandering but was lucky enough to have paid close attention when he left to know the area he was heading.
It was really rain buckets out and Dmitri was happy he had actually smartened up and bought himself an umbrella. He was still getting wet, the rain falling slightly sideways but he was less wet than he would be without it which was a definite bonus.
He at last came to the field where he had first met his angel and sure enough there she was under the tree where he had left her. He walked slowly over to her, being careful as the ground was muddy and slick from the rain. He worried he might frighten it also, even though as he got closer it seemed to still be sleeping.
Dmitri squatted next to the angel, holding his umbrella up so that it shield the both of them. It stirred ever so slightly when he did so and it cause a slight smile to spread across his face. He just looked at it after that, he tried to discern if it was sick or not. For a moment he reached out to touch it, put his hand against it's forehead to see if it had a fever but he froze.
He didn't have the right to touch it, something so... perfect. Besides he didn't want to wake or disturb it.
Dmitri just so of sat there for a while looking happily at the sleeping angel. He was getting a little wet but he didn't seem to mind. When at last he was tired of squatting he decided it was best to leave. He was still a little worried, it was after all raining horribly. He looked at the umbrella in his hand and then back at the angel and decided.
He fixed the umbrella in the ground, lucky that the ground was as muddy as it was. It wouldn't hold if there was a strong wind and he'd be out an umbrella but he didn't really care. He didn't worry about lightning either, the angel was beneath a tree after all and that would be a better lightning rod. Besides he had yet to see any lightning hit the ground (a little odd when he thought about it).
Stranding up once Dmitri thought it would hold at least for a little while. He got soaked pretty quickly without the umbrella but once again he failed to mind. “Sleep tight little angel,” he said softly before turning to go and rather quickly at that. After all he didn't want to get sick himself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 2:28 pm
Dmitri stared at the little girl sitting across from him, not sure what to say, or what to do. He didn't even know how to feel, his inside a mix of anger and sadness.
It had been a stressful week and he need to see his angel, he needed it or he'd need a whole lot of alcohol. More and more he was prefering to stay sober, so he went to see his angel in the hopes that it would make him feel less worthless. Not everyone got an angel after all.
What he found there however was not what he had want. In place of his angel was this little girl, sitting on the edge of the stone holding onto the umbrella that Dmitri had left there so long ago. He was so very confused at first, until the girl look up at him and smiled, a smile he knew, the same one his angel the night he gave her the flowers.
And with that smile something in him broke.
This girl was his angel but so wrong at the same time. His angel had been perfect in every way, and now with her black hair and her red eyes she was... not right.
Why had she changed? What went wrong? The only answer that he kept coming back to was that it was some how his fault. Someone like him didn't deserve an angel. He had done terrible things in his life why would something so perfect be offered to the likes of him? In claiming her as his own, in giving her the flowers, and dead flowers at that, he had corrupted her some how hadn't he.
He asked her what he should call her, it was about the only thing he could manage to say to her. She just shruged and he supposed she didn't have a name. The name Ophelia came to mind and it seemed only right. She had liked it, but Dmitri got the feeling from the way she looked at him that she would have liked anything he had suggested.
He brought her home because he didn't know what else to do with her. And they sat there, her being quite, just staring at him with a wide eyed sort of awe and him, he didn't know how to feel. There seemed to be a lot of thing relating to her that he didn't know.
He did know one thing though, he really needed a drink.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 12:32 am
Prompt 3.10.08
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful jet black hair and ruby red eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
It was one of the days after. After Dmitri had too much to drink, after he had yelled at Ophelia and after she had cried herself to sleep. It hadn’t been a good night for the little angel girl, on top of the yelling she had not been feeling well, she had been uncomfortable and a little sore. She had gone to bed after one of his rants, teary eyed and tried hard to sleep despite the stinging in her back.
Ophelia woke up early the next morning, stirred by a pain in her back. It was so much worse now and every time she moved she wanted to cry. She didn’t know what to do; it was a cardinal rule in the house that after a night of drinking Dmitri was not to be disturbed until well after noon, so she lay there on her side, just trying not to think about it.
It wasn’t long before it was too much for the little girl and she got up and moved very slowly out of her room and too Dmitri’s study (where he spent all his drunken nights). She stood there for another moment longer, trying to decide if telling him about the pain was worth getting yelled at, but that lasted only until pain shot through her back once more and she knock on her guardian’s closed door.
She had to knock a couple time before she heard a loud frustrated groan and shuffling from within. The door swung open and Dmitri stood there looking down at her, obviously only half awake but also very pissed off.
“Ophelia, how many times do I have to tell you-“ he started, his irritation showing in his voice, but then she looked up at him, tears in her eyes on the verge of crying, “what’s the matter with you?”
“Dmitri it hurts,” the herald said, unable to keep her tears in any longer, she started to cry.
The guardian’s disposition changed as the tears started to come. Most of the time he was generally indifferent to the little girl but he wasn’t completely heartless and he hated to see her cry. “What hurts?” he said as he knelt down next to her, speaking in a gentler tone.
“My back,” she said through the sniffling and tears.
Dmitri nodded and got her to turn around so he could take a look, gently lifting up the back of her shirt to see two large bumps on her back. What ever he had been expecting to see it wasn’t that and he was a little taken a back, he hadn’t noticed at all the scratching or the attention she had been paying to her back lately. He ran his fingers over the bumps as lightly as possible but even the lightest touch elicited a whimper from the little girl.
“Alright, go to your room, lay down I’ll be there in a minute to try a help,” Dmitri said calmly and Ophelia listened walking slowly back to her room.
Dmitri proceeded to raid the house for anything that might be of use in making the little girl feel better. The idea of calling a doctor or something like that crossed his mind for a moment but he dismissed it. He didn’t cared for doctors and would do his best to take care of her himself until it seemed out of his grasp, then maybe he’d take her to a professional. Until then he grabbed pretty much all the ice in the house, along with some of the pain killers and a glass of water and head to her room.
He gave her a couple of the pain killers before he took the ice and pressed a few piece of ice as gently as possible against the bumps on her back, trying to numb them a little. It didn’t work right off the bat and every time Dmitri moved the ice a little the girl let out a whimper.
“shh, shh, Ophelia, it’ll be alright,” he spoke softly to his little angel as he did his best to make her feel better. There were still tears in her eyes however and it made him feel like he wasn’t doing enough. “Hey, I know how to cheer you up; how about when you’re better you and me go out and have some fun?”
“Really?” Ophelia asked him weakly.
“Course, we’ll go to the park or something like that, I promise” the guardian said and as the herald smiled at the promise he smiled too.
Some time passed with him sitting next to her holding the ice against her back and it really seemed to be working for a while. He eventually started to read to her from the books on the floor of her room in an attempt to entertain her. It was going well until about an hour or so, Ophelia started to sniffle and once again tears welled up in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I hurts again, worse then before,” she said, eyes squeezed closed tightly as she tried to bear with the pain.
Dmitri bit his lip and took another close look at her back. It did indeed look worse than it had before; the bumps were different now, a little larger but it also looked as if there was something beneath the skin pushing against it, like a bone or something like that. He decided it was time to give up on his plan to look after her himself and that it was about time to call a doctor.
“I’ll be right back, hold on for a little while longer okay?” he said as he got up and headed out of the room.
He cursed himself for not having a car as he fished his phone book out of a cupboard. He took the bus everywhere and he didn’t even know the number for a cab. He flipped through the book quickly and found the page he was looking for. It was as he was scanning the page getting ready to dial, when a scream came from Ophelia’s room.
He dropped everything he was doing and ran back to his little girl’s room. “What’s wro-“ he started to say but didn’t finished because when he entered the room it became glaringly obvious what was wrong.
Two wings were now extending from Ophelia’s back, from about where the bumps had been. They were feathered and looked sort of normal for wings at the top, but the feathers turned to what looked similar to the wings of a bat, a dark, dead green and pink in colour.
These wings, they shook him deep down inside, he was terrified. Those were not the wings of an angel. They were one more thing on top of her hair and her eyes that made her wrong and reminded him of just that fact every time he looked at her. She couldn’t be an angel, no she was surely a sign of his damnation.
He walked towards Ophelia slow, one hand raised and shaking, his eyes never leaving her wings. He touched them gently when he was close enough to do so causing them to tremble and the girl they belonged to whimpered.
The noise snapped him out of the almost trance he was in and he looked down at the girl who still looked rather pained. He knelt down next to her and thought he should make some contact, and nice gesture to reassure her that he was there for her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Instead he spoke softly to her, leaning on her bed, “It’ll be okay, the worse part is probably over. You’ll be okay.”
It was enough to calm the girl, she was happy just to have Dmitri right there. After a while she stopped her occasional whimpering and her shaking and seemed to be alright again.
"They're sort of pretty aren't they," Ophelia said weakly as she looked over her should and saw what she could of her new appendages.
"Hm? Yeah..." her guardian mumbled in reply, only half paying attention to what she was saying.
Ophelia frowned a little but said nothing further. She got sleepier, worn out from the ordeal of sprouting wings and eventually fell asleep.
Dmitri stayed there for a while just watching her as she slept. She looked so peaceful and he wondered how she could look so much and so little like an angel all at the same time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:27 pm
RP - Birds of a Feather
A day at the park and Ophelia meets Kain.
[Click Here]
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:35 pm
RP - Good Evening
Ophelia meets Guinevere and Yuki
[Click Here]
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:15 pm
Prompt 8.20.08
Your Herald has been acting strangely all morning, sneaking around the house, and jumping at every small noise. The cause of this behavior is discovered shortly; you find that a priceless object has been broken and it would appear that it was your Herald that broke it.
What is the object and what is its importance? How do you react to this? Do you punish them or let them off with a warning? How does your Herald react? Was it your Herald that broke the object or maybe s/he was an observer to the act?
Then dinner time came around and Dmitri rooted through the kitchen looking for some simple to make. Ophelia mean while watched him with the look of admiration she usually had when around him. Eventually he decided on what was essentially a meal already prepared and in a bag, just dump in a frying pan. He however found he couldn't get into the bag.
"Hey Ophelia," he said turning to the little girl, "can you do me a favour? Can you go get me the scissors?"
She was on her feet in a moment and would have run off to fetch them if not for one thing. "Um, where are they?"
"My office," he replied.
Ophelia nodded and smiled a little. This was proof that things were going well. His Office was his special place, where he went when he wanted to be alone. He had told her before that she wasn't suppose to go in there, it was off limits. And here he was saying she could go in.
She went to his office, standing at the threshold for a moment before taking a step inside. Ophelia took her time to look around. It wasn't as if she had never ever been in there, there were a few times she had needed him while he was in the room but she was always distracted by something else in there, like Dmitri yelling. She was relishing in the chance to see what was in her guardian's most important room.
There were a lot of pictures around the room. A lot of the same faces looked out from the frames over and over again. There were book and paper scattered everywhere too, probably left from his last assignment. There were a few bottle too, some empty, some still with liquid in them, but she ignored them, she didn't like them very much.
She spotted the scissors on a side table resting next to a a framed picture. Ophelia picked up the photo carefully, deciding she wanted to take a closer look at it. It was a picture of Dmitri when he was younger, before the scar that marred his face, but Ophelia still recognized him. He was sitting with his arms around a black haired girl, both of them were smiling brightly. It was a smile unlike the smiles Dmitri had now, the one in the picture, it seemed more real. Looking at it made Ophelia herself smile, it was good to know that at least once upon a time Dmitri had been that happy, though she felt a small twinge of jealousy. Why couldn't she make him smile like that?
When she had decided she looked at the picked enough she replaced in on the side table and moved to pick up the scissors. She didn't realize she hadn't set the picture down the right way, half off the table in fact and not being stable it quickly fell off, tumbling to the ground and landing with a 'crack'.
Ophelia froze in her spot, just looking at the frame as it lay there for a long moment. Then slowly she picked up the frame and looked at the damage she had done. The glass had a large crack and the wooden frame itself was broken.
Her first thoughts were of hiding the frame, pretending that this didn't happen. The thought only stayed in her head briefly, before she pushed it out. She couldn't lie to Dmitri, she knew she wouldn't be able to even if she had wanted to, and she didn't. He had been so nice to her lately, she couldn't live with herself if she ended this otherwise perfect day with lies.
So Ophelia left the office, the frame cradled in her other arm, and she went back to the kitchen where Dmitri was still working on dinner. She took her time on the short walk, even if she had decided to come clean to her guardian, it didn't mean she was looking forward to it.
"What took you so long?" Dmitri asked when he noticed the girl had returned. Turning away from the food he looked over his shoulder at her, raising an eyebrow when he noticed the downtrodden expression she wore. "what's the matter?"
Tears started to well up in Ophelia's eyes at this and weakly she gave the reply, "I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry."
"Sorry about what?" he asked as he turned around completely to look at her, and then he noticed it, the frame in her arms.
He moved closer and as he did, the little angel held the cracked picture frame to her guardian. He took it from her and looked it over and all the damage that had been done. As his face fell Ophelia cowered a little waiting for the yelling to start, but it never came.
He looked at the frame for what seemed like an eternity to Ophelia. With no anger there his face she was having trouble reading him and that made the situation all the worse.
After a long moment Dmitri looked up at her. "Maybe, maybe you should go play in room until dinner is ready," Dmitri said sounding detached.
Ophelia didn't argue at all, she went right to her bedroom without complaint. She didn't play though, she sat on her bed, clutching one of her teddy bears tightly. Time once again seemed to stand still, it felt like hours of just sitting there waiting quietly until her guardian called her again.
Dinner was quiet and awkward. Dmitri was still unreadable and Ophelia, not wanting to make things worse didn't say a word. After a silent meal Dmitri said he would do the dishes and she could go back to play. So she went, and she couldn't help feeling that this was worse than yelling.
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