Jaxa had made his choice to Destruction, he didn't regretted any. After seeing those memories, he knew where his urge to destroy came from. They were from his heart, deeply rooted. He used to suppress his dark side, but when it came to the end, why he bother to do so anymore? He just wanted to follow his will. An eye for an eye. That's what he was. He was no longer the kid that hided all his bruises just not to make his parents worried. He's Jaxa. He lived what he wanna be.
"Take my heart and strive for the glory. Don't waste it."
There wasn't really anything else in the end, was there? Did he regret it? No, not really. Perhaps, he regretted not telling her his decision sooner, but... it wouldn't have changed anything. He didn't want her to feel his burden, didn't want her to think that this was the only way. There were other paths, surely, but for him... he had hurt. He had been hurt. Though he tried to forget it, tried to ignore it, he couldn't. He remembered, remembered what they did to her, remembered what she meant to him. He didn't want peace. He wanted revenge. It was a path there was no redemption from, but this was fine. His soul was already tainted, consumed with anger and hatred. Trying to ignore it was just lying to himself. He couldn't bottle it up anymore. He wanted retribution.
And so he gave his heart, this one last stepping stone. Gave his heart, and let the memories flow.
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Character name: Kaje Character appearance: A shadow with a blue core and a glowing blue pendant around his neck Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 60/60 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter (2D10 -8, 60HP)
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:47 am
With the rip of his heart, he felt... full. It wasn't like ripping a part of him off, but more like he had filled the void with something else. Memories. Though his red-heart no longer radiated the Ruin's blessing, he felt his body lose it's color. He was becoming a grey-thing once more and yet it didn't bother him. It was a Task of the Queen.... his sacrifice wouldn't be in vain.
But just as he felt himself fall, bit by bit the memories that made him up was slipping away and he couldn't do anything about it! The memories that he had gathered, the blessings of the Goddesses and the tasks he worked so hard for...
They were slipping away.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:48 am
Creation
Yes, she sought to create, sought to make her own path. She wanted knowledge, wanted to understand this world, wanted to know her purpose, wanted... more. And with this choice, she would have it. Her heart was just a minor payment. What she would receive would be worth much, much more.
And so, memories flowed, wrapping around her, promising her everything she ever wanted, reminding her. She may have given up much, but she would receive much much more in return.
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Character name: Aismma Character appearance: A feminine-looking shadow with a blue core, has a shining white pin around her waist. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equippedSimple Protection
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:50 am
[Memory 2: Sad (Main Blessing 2/5)]
"What did she mean he wouldn't be coming back?" She couldn't believe it. He just left them behind! Her mother just told her that her favorite uncle would never come to visit them ever again. But they were FAMILY! "Why?". He was still alive and healthy but just walked of. She needed him around sometimes but now... She felt so horribly alone!
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:50 am
Pride.
Was it something she still held even now? She wasn't sure. But they had promised, hadn't they? Promised her legacy wouldn't be forgotten, promised that she wouldn't be forgotten. She wanted to be remembered, wanted to remember, wanted to love and be love. She didn't want all of this to end, but this was the only way, wasn't it? The goddesses would never lie to her, never hurt her. They said they loved her, said that they would never forget her. And so she trusted, trusted and gave them her heart, gave them the thing that meant everything to her.
In the end, it would be worth it... right?
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Character name: Amaya Character appearance: A small feminine-looking shadow with a yellow core, has a strange black tag around her neck Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equippedThe Defeated
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:52 am
Loud sounds and bright noises, digital sound effects and the click of seeds and tokens. Whirrs and hums and minute explosions and bright colors and more than a little sweat. The Scarecade.
Music. Fast-paced, bubbly music. He tries to keep up, and for a moment it looks as though he might beat Alex. The two zombies had decided to hang out after the awkward Sex Ed Class Cricket had given, and what better way to break the ice than with a little DDD?
*** tries and tries and they pass taunts back and forth to amp themselves up.Combos, flashing arrows, yes, wrong, jump, misstep. They might be lazy in walking, but it was clear they could really move if they wanted. Although, at least today, his newfound bro was the DDD champ, and he made sure *** knew it.
It was friendship and brotherhood and a moment to take a break from the stress of real life. It was a kind of moment *** didn't know would be come so rare in quantity.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:54 am
[Minor White Blessing - Memory 2/6]
*** walked hurriedly across the campus grounds, eager to get away from his dorm, from the school, and from the creeple. Even if it was just for a little bit, *** needed to get away.
His brisk pace carried him quickly to the Forest surrounding the Monster Dorms, and quietly *** slipped into it, avoiding the more well trodden paths in favor of those unsullied by the feet of sickeningly in love couples, by the feet of strange creatures that gathered things he didn’t understand, by any feet at all.
No, *** had a special place that had so far thankfully only been his, the grass of little thicket worn with his shape, glowing faintly in the forest’s subdued light. *** threw himself onto it as soon as he reached it, extraordinarily grumpy that day. It was the beginning of the new school year and he was stuck at a school with a population density that frightened him and his room was a box, wooden and cozy but sometimes it was suffocating, especially when voices loudly chattered through his door.
He wanted nothing to do with any of them yet still he was stuck here. He had no place else to go, no home to speak of. He didn’t even know where he came from. It bothered him a lot, made him withdraw and pull even farther into himself when he saw new arrivals with their families and friends. He had none of that, and he had convinced himself he wanted none of it but deep down that wasn’t the truth and he knew it. But he would do nothing to fix it.
*** turned onto his side, curling up into a ball and snuggling into the grass. Of course, he always had the glowworms, but as companions they were lacking, silent and concerned only with keeping him alive. He’d felt honored at first, but now he felt only sad, glaring as one squirmed in front of him. He resented them, and reaching out with his dark fingers, *** flicked it away.
They were his only friends, and he couldn’t even be nice to them. He deserved to be alone, wallowing in his misery.
She always wanted to know what she was searching for, but she also didn't want to forget. It was a hard decision but the desire to know more overrode. The so-called Queen revealed that she was created for the return of her throne. Arynek didn't want to give up her heart, after experiencing so many. She met some new friends, she developed a new personality and created new memories by herself. Would it be worthwhile to give up all of them?
It's a dead end, and she was forced to make a choice. If she had to choose, she would pick Creation.
Knowledge was always desired, especially when she got so many unsolved mysteries and questions. She wanted them to all answered. Curiosity was a big problem for the ghoul. Ever since she stepped out from the first room, she found herself interested in everything: where the black tag come from? Where the monster come from? Where they come from? Whether the trials truly happened? Among them, she mostly want to know what she was and where she come from? Question after question, accumulated and un-answered.
So she picked the green, with the promise for greater knowledge.
"Please treasure it, I have only one heart, I love it." It was like a request more than command.
She won't know what would happen after, she was fading away.....
"Father, will mother be okay with this? I'll be missing class again and I don't want to get you into trouble," The little boy asked as he followed a much larger man through the beaten path through the forest. Both of them moving slowly through the brush.
"Don't worry, ***'****, I can handle your mother. I have my ways and she'll come around. Besides, this is a lot better than some stupid teacher telling you things. You are my son, you learn by doing."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:57 am
"S-Sherry, w-what the hell are you-" His voice was caught in his throat as Ofelia struck out at her, charge just missing the life trainee, and he turned his attention back to the sun hunter, seething.
"Take one out, then the other."
Something inside him snapped, and using all the strength he had left, he shoved the hunter off him and had her pinned down instead, tonfas dangerously close to her face.
"DON'T. YOU. ********. TOUCH. HER." With that, he brought the blade down.
So the class was that simple; find an item from the junkyard and use it with skill and proficiency. With the recent attack of shadows, it made sense that they would have to find alternative ways of fighting since their F.E.A.R. was... on lockdown. Flexing his wrist around the cable wire, he presented it to the professor.
"This is the weapon I chose. It is defensive, and offensive, and it has other methods of use too."
I am resourceful. I am a survivor. I will do what I have to survive and protect.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:01 pm
He does not dream often, but he's come to distrust the ones that come to him vividly. He still remembers the Insanity nightmares long ago, and the calling Medea had given which lead to further destruction. No, *** prefers to take advantage of the fact that he does not need to sleep--and yet dreams can dog him anyway.
"Let's see, one, your name is Mortimer is it not. Two, undead guy, slightly handsome, if I do say so myself. Three, you are the guy I am talking to right, I'm not talking to some artist formerly known as Mortimer right, none of this split personality dual core thing, you are the King I have been addressing."
King? It feels wrong . . . and yet it feels right.
"Everything you wish for, desire, everything you crave is inside here, it wont be long now until you get everything you so deserve."
*** hesitates, but his curiosity is peaked--his desire for power baited. He had struggled so much. Now was the time to become the rightful king he deserved to be.
After all, the figure is in fact himself. Who else could he trust?
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:02 pm
The blades were dripping with blood as he stood over Ofelia. He... had won. Of course he did. He wasn't the same weak trainee she thought he was. He was different. He was STRONGER.
This was his victory.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:08 pm
"CHESTER!!" he screamed.
It was useless. Futile. Chester was gone. Gone because of him.
He shuddered, losing the strength to stand as his feet crumbled underneath him, the pain in his foot already starting to take a toll. It was only due to the spear that he was still somewhat standing, the weapon tearing into his flesh, fresh blood already running down his arm. Chester...
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