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 Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:28 pm
Another door.
Another choice.
She stared at the door, listened to the voice, her voice, and could have snorted in bitter amusement.
This was what they were being offered? An escape from painful memories? She didn't understand the point. The appeal, yes, but not the point. A person's past was what shaped them, with out it..?
Hurting was important.
Peyton's lip twitched, curling up in distaste before she started forward, leaving nothing behind.
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The offer was appealing, but what would she loose, how much, could she control it? There were no answers. Nergui didn't want to risk loosing anything important, or any one.
There was too much she wanted to remember, so she went forward, leaving nothingbehind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:36 pm
Each missing piece of Thackery's memories had returned now, and he almost wished they hadn't - among all of the love and happiness were overbearing memories of failure, of loss, of defeat. He wanted to go back and tell that scareling from the mirror that he'd been right after all.
He really had let everyone down.
Everyone he swore he'd protect had been left behind because he was careless. And there were others beyond his reach, others that he remembered that had been pushed aside for his own benefits, for campaigning and prom night and everything in between.
They needed him, and he'd thought only of himself.
There was a lot of work to be done that he failed to do, failure on top of failure on top of failure. He'd made no progress, aside from his contract with Aymet. He'd gotten himself into trouble instead of protecting Remi. He'd let Ash leave him, for Jack's sake. Everything was slipping out of his fingers, and it was obvious to him in that moment that it all sprung from one thing.
He had been a very bad king. This was not what the king in his dream expected of him.
His legs had begun to ache, and each memory of the things he hadn't done only served to make it worse. As they continued to build atop the foundation of bad king, the pain interrupted his thoughts, derailed the memories, and focused his attention on the task at hand.
They had to go. These legs had taken him in the wrong direction, and they had to go.
He left his legs behind and carried the hope that he might be something greater as he passed through the door.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:39 pm
Her smile brightened as the second girl approached, the relief of now seeing two out of three overcoming just a bit more of the lingering pain; the memory of it, at least. "I am glad to see you...." An understatement, really. "I'm not sure where we are; a waiting place, maybe? While the world recovers from... Whatever that was that happened." She gestured to the scene below. "I'm still not sure about that."
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:42 pm
Chaos swirled around her, events moving too quickly. Ying felt lost in the thrum of it all. She remembered a sword, the darkness.
A door.
Her door.
"Do you wish to return?"
Ying nodded quickly. She very much wanted to return, and yet ...
"Do you wish to return?"
"Yes!" She was anxious. The door was making her uncomfortable. The chaos, the confusion. She was ready to leave it behind.
"We can return. We can return, but you can still choose. We can return, but not as the same. We have been given this gift, the gift of leaving our pain behind. What part of our burden should we discard? "
Ying paused for a moment. She shuffled towards the door, finding it hard to walk. It was going through sludge, or the blood in the serpent's cave. Ying shuddered.
She ripped them off, pulling her legs away from her body. She moved through the door, feeling herself escape away from the door. She was free. Finally free.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:44 pm
"Neither am Ah." Gwyn said in response. Gaining, losing, and sacrificing memories had been confusing, to add the confusion on the world below... Really all Gwyn could decide right now was that things were confusing and out of her control. Skye Starrfyre Gwyn and I both are making this face: @_@
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:51 pm
"Whatever it is, though, we made it..." She nodded, lightly clapping a hand against the other girl's shoulder before letting her eyes drift to the world beneath them. "... It's beautiful, isn't it? Chaotic, but beautiful." Ariaalina Aldara had a good bit of that going on too. XD <3
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:53 pm
It was nice here, like being in the calm ocean and just letting it lull you as the waves and the world passed you by. But it was also a little bit boring, so seeing the door after it had called to him was very welcoming.
Milo stared up at it, trying to ignore the pain that began to build pressure throughout his body. Burdens, problems, negative bad thoughts. They were coming back, but as sad as they were they were part of who he was. And he was still just getting started anyways.
"I really don't have anything to offer," he told the door, himself, with a shrug. "But I'd like to go back." Maybe next time, if he really needed it. But not now.
So, Milo went through the door leaving nothing behind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:54 pm
Gargantuan stared at the door for a long time in silence, the ache of his heart something that he couldn't quite smother.
For the first time, he was aware of his own stupidity. His own inability to be intelligent--and even likeable to himself, to a degree. He had discovered what it meant to be human. What it meant to think and reason, to love and have loved ones depend on him truly and fully.
There was a sickening tear as the monster physically tore himself free from his body, and felt it fall to the ground with a heavy thump.
He didn't want to be himself anymore--didn't want to remember what he would never be. No more pain. No more sadness.
For the first time in a while, a large and toothy grin pulled at the swamp monster's lips, and he shuffled through the door.
His body had been left behind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:57 pm
Gwyn simply nodded in response, since she could not quite come up with the rights words to describe how the scene below made her feel. Overriding everything was a question: Did the people who were not here survive below? Knowing the other ghoul knew as little as she did, Gwyn did not ask, even if her concern was written on her face. Skye Starrfyre I can't wait for the conclusion though. Hopefully our questions about what was/is going on will be answered. ^_^
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:00 pm
Darkness. All Anthe could feel, see, hear, breathe, was darkness. But no, there was something.... a door?
She felt so peaceful here though, in the darkness. It held her like a blanket held a child, like sunlight on the skin. There was nothing. But did her surious spirit win out against her relaxation? It did. Definitely. But she felt somethin ominous about the door. Did she really want to? She did.
"Do you wish to return?"
She feels something different. She is the door. It is not unsettling, she isn't. Everything else is.
"We can return," she hears herself, the door, say. "We can return, but you can still choose. We can return, but not as the same. We have been given this gift, the gift of leaving our pain behind. What part of our burden should we discard? "
She didn't want to lose anything though. She was selfish. She wanted to keep it all. She chose not to discrad anything but push through. Pain. All she could feel. Surrounding, engulfing. Everything comes flooding back into her senses. Experiences, memories. It chokes her. fills her to the brim. It hurts. So bad. But she doesn't want to forget. Pain is forgetting. Forgetting who she was, what she wanted, what she did. The pain is a mere formality, it shows her that she doesn't want to forget. Anthe pushed through the door, whole.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:06 pm
Did he really wish to return?
No, it was peaceful there, there was silence, kindness, and hope despite the feeling revenge that had erupted from before. The door loomed above him as he tried to look away, but there was no were else to turn. Matt stared at it, did he wish to return? It was like the awkward silence in the middle of a conversation as if he had said something completely inappropriate and all the eyes were on him. Feelings of wanting to leave kept urging him to turn around, to walk away but he couldn’t because the door was him.
It was him who had made the room uneasy. It was his presence that didn’t belong there, so there was no way he could stay.
“We can return.”
Return to home.
There was an offer, the voice had replied, an offer to forget something, to forget someone and to leave something behind. The linger thoughts of already something forgotten burden his mind, what it was he could not remember of course but the sensation was there. Like a word sitting on the edge of his tongue yet no matter how hard Matt thought about it he could not remember it.
No.
Matt already knew, he would not discard anything, he couldn’t. Despite his own life and the faults that had occurred they had been all decisions he had chosen and there was nothing that he would chose to forget. They were all important, they had made him who he was and had defined him. True some of them sucked, he could have forgotten that girl he dated in high school who popped his tires the day after prom. He could even chosen to forget that he had picked a fairy wand as a weapon and the jokes that he has gotten from others. Matt could also forget that day, the day that his whole world went black and the sun stopped being so bright and the sky looked more and more like a murky dull blue, not that he entirely could remember why at that very moment. But he wouldn’t.
Matt needed them to survive. He needed their purpose to keep moving on.
“I chose to leave nothing behind.” Matt replied with a voice clear of no regret as the pain started to erupt throughout his body. Emotions and memories crashing all around him, surging, like a series of waves trying to rip him apart.
He clutched his side as he gritted his teeth taking a step forward. Another step as his knees looked as if they would wobble and collapse underneath him. Determined, Matt kept walking as if trying to wade through the emotion and memories. The door looming over him as he peered up knowing he was leaving the world behind, he stepped through.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:11 pm
The area was devoid of light, but Chelsea didn't feel unsettled. It put her on edge, but she sort of liked it. The adrenaline, the panic- there was something addicting about it.
A door loomed before her. Chelsea moved to go through it. That was what you did with doors, you passed them without a single thought. Except there was a thought.
"Do you wish to return?"
Chelsea thought this was a stupid question. Of course she wanted to return! That's why she was going-
"Do you wish to return?"
"Yes, Jesus hurry it up."
"We can return. We can return, but you can still choose. We can return, but not as the same. We have been given this gift, the gift of leaving our pain behind. What part of our burden should we discard? "
"I'm not leaving anything, lady." It was then that Chelsea realized the door was, indeed, her. A strange sort of interaction. "I mean ... I'm happy with the way things are. I'm ready to go home."
The voice seemed pleased enough. She passed through the door without leaving anything.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:12 pm
It stood apart from everything else and Alamea stared at the door. Everything was like a blur, away from the world and isolated. The words spoke to her and she blinked, tilting her head one way and then the other and thought about it. She had only just begun her journey thus far, recently enrolled with not many friends - all of this was her first adventure.
Could she give all of that up?
Alamea shook her head and gave the door a wide smile, showing her teeth. "I'm fine with leaving nothing behind." She spoke softly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:14 pm
There were no more questions here. It was almost a relief to have that tiny, constantly whispering voice silenced. There didn't need to be a why anymore; now, there was simply a because. She almost doesn't want to leave, but staying is not an option. Eventually, the voice would return, and then she would be well and truly out of luck.
The option to forget wasn't really an option at all. Taima had spent so long trying to gain more knowledge that the thought of losing any of it, good or bad, was anathema to her. Each experience built upon all of the ones that came after it; to take one away would be to initiate the collapse of all of them. It hurt her--physically--to consider it, but to so carelessly erase all that she had worked for would have hurt more. She decided instead to leave nothing behind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:21 pm
Her eyes lingered on the scene below for a moment or two longer before she glanced over at the other ghoul, noting the concern on her face. Not knowing what to say, or how to be of any further reassurance, she reached out to take hold of Gwyn's hand, giving it a squeeze. It was what Aleka would have done, were the other ghoul in her position. She kept the squeeze brief, just in case the other ghoul wasn't a fan of contact, knowing that some people weren't... Herself included, in most cases. "If we make it through whatever comes next, let's meet on the other side, alright? I bet you'd make one hell of a sparring partner." Ariaalina Saaammmee. We're almost there!
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