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 Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:27 am
::Marissa would be greeted by the somewhat fuzzy face of Mackey exiting the Captains room. Despite the shroud of glum which Mackey seemed to always wear there was a glimmer of joy in his eyes as he tore the paper in his hands to shreds. He was sure to do so while he was still in the view of the captain.
Marissa's presence was noted by Mackey, which is to say he looked at her, and he tried his damndest to stifle the smile that attempted to etch iself across his face. But there was no stop or any such, he looked at her, turned left, and started making his way to the stairs and to his quarters.
After all, he had alot of packing to do.
Lahnie, would really see the same sight, only from his vantage point and time frame, he'd likely just catch the bear as he was turning down the hall heading in the opposite direction.::
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:32 am
::Her interest definitely piqued, she follows Mackey. Earlier he was a block of ice, now he was tearing up his own contract and threatening the captain. Something had happened and she wanted to know what and how.::
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:35 am
Marissa, anything I should know about?
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:51 am
::Mackey was rather silent, or perhaps as his big feet trotted down the hall, and across the second floor, his mind was so wrapped up in something that he didnt notice her stalking his steps. Afterall, he had just done something completely and totally against who he had been for the last 83 years. And even he didnt completely understand why.:: --- YOU!::This was not a friendly "you", not a "Hey whats up!", type of you. This was a single word dripping with enough acid to burn through the ship. This was a slithering, slimy, and most of rage filled You. Bellowed from the darkest part of mans soul, the type of word that snaps forth the moment he's simply had e-fleebing-nough. Lanhie was treated with the vision of a giant fore-arm slamming in front of him and taking up his view. As a slithering snake of a man stood before him. Two green snake eyes staring into Lanhie's, and currently what looked to be a scale covered green arm with matching claws digging viciously into the wooden paneling of the ship. And it snapped.:: YOU, YOU EAT MY FOOD! BEAT UP MY FIRST MATE! AND THEN DESTROY MY PRIVATE KITCHEN!? I DONT KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE FIDO! BUT I WANT YOU OFF MY SHIP! NOW!::You could tell he was pissed. Though the word pissed was as about as fitting a name for the captains rage as "Spot" would be a name for Lanhie. As the captain shouted you could see the slithering green aura that surrounded him. And hear the pops of his right arm growing a bit larger, a bit scalier. A bit more angrier...::
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:55 am
::as she follows him she makes no effort to hide her steps but he seems to be lost in deep thought::
Mackey? Can I help? ::said very tentavely and only slightly above a whisper. She is unsure about how to take the hidden smile he passed her way and so she steps as carefully as possible with her words, trying not to bring about his rage::
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 7:07 am
::A bit more silence. Marissa's words were like a person, pulling a bucket up from the well, she had started the process but it took a few more seconds for Mackey to reach the surface. And once at it, she would find that she had actually managed a feet twice, that most people couldnt manage once.::
No, dont trouble yourself.
::It wasnt a rude, or cold, or shunting voice that Mackey used. It was almost...cheery...almost. Cheery for Mackey isnt much of a step above depressed. And yet there was a hint of sadness in his voice. He knew Marissa had quit his cause, and not out of any cruelty he didnt want to drag her back into it. She had her whole life ahead of her, and in his mind not a second more of it should be wasted trying to help a grumpy old man, who should have helped himself very long ago.
And so while he wanted her to know he was alright, he really didnt want her to strain herself for his sake. Honestly, at this point if she helped much more there wouldnt be any way he could repay her.::
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 7:20 am
Mackey, ::again quitely, almost soothing:: if I pushed you to this I'm sorry. All I meant to do was show you another way. I guess I didn't stop soon enough. Trully, if there is anything I can do, you will let me know; won't you? ::still following. Unable to stop. She had her mother's trait of not wanting to let a creature go if it was possibly wounded. Sometimes she honestly wished she didn't come from two "perfect" creatures; but that was her curse in life.::
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 7:20 am
**Frustration crosses Lanhie's face.**
Man I am so tired of this...
First of all, Hachi started the damned fight. Second, all I did was ask for food, I didn't know it was yours when it was set in front of me, and third I cleaned up the mess and offered to repair the room. So, if you even think about kicking me off this ship before we reach the island, you'll be able to captain more ships that you ever bargined for by virtue of body parts alone, snakeboy. I don't appreciate being assaulted by an eight armed freak, having a half of ton of your ship forcibly reorganized on my head, and then getting yelled at by someone who hasn't the slightest clue who he's dealing with. My suggestion, captian, is go back to bed before I put you in it, permenantly.
**still maintaining his grip on his cool, but not very tightly**
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 3:23 pm
---Anyone looking up to the sky over the sea would find a patch of the sky suddenly becoming glittery in appearance. It flashes and a pale, black-winged woman comes falling through it. Indeed she is falling; wings spread, arms reaching for the sky, hair flying every which way due to the wind currents and she is gaining speed and does not seem to be correcting herself. This dear little angel is sure to meet her death in the silvery sea below.---
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 3:49 pm
::A most beautiful thing falling from the heavens. A thing of wonder, a thing of awe. An angel falling to her certain death and only because of fates cruel sense of humor...fates boundless faithless evil.
She falls, and the winds soar past her ebony wings singing her eulogy. No, death had not chosen to grace her with his presence. But in what would flash as a second, several gallons of water had chosen to flood around her like children flooding around Santa Claus.
She was emersed. As the silvery waves splashed about her and overtook her in a silent wisp of nothing. And such is what she truly became...nothing...
...Nothing more than the vicious tearing as thousands on thousand of tiny machines reduce her to nothing...but her base proteins. Was their pain, was their horror, was the shrill cold as life is sucked, sapped and torn from her fleshy carapace...none would know. The only sign the ocean gave that their was ever anything fallen within it was a the single black feather which floated to its surface, and slowly dissolved away.
Away...away a place of infinite cold, and infinite black. She was enraptured in a feeling of nothing. No flesh, no blood, no touch, no sense, just a feeling of being, and yet a feeling of being nothing. Such is death. Death is many things, death is the finality of all things. Death is the end for all things, and the beginning of others. Death, is also a hooded figure in an ancient and ragged cloak draping over his form. His pale almost boney fingers are clasped around the wooden handle of a scythe most old. Its blade plain, and yet emits a feeling of infinite finality. His bare feet press gently against the cold black floor. Such is death. And he spoke.::
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is like a broken winged bird that cannot fly...
::Keelan would feel her body given warmth and form. Her flesh returned to her along with her flowing ebony wings. And she stood before the hallowed figure of Death. His hand extended slightly to her, and then gently it fell as he spoke again.::
You are broken little bird...darkness surrounds you...
::And truly it did. While the figure of Death was visible in a pale light, Keelan herself was lost in this pit of darkness. In this pit of death.::
And yet...all the darkness in the world cannot put out a single candle...
::Such is truth. And truth forms the world around lie, as light swirls around dark. Light was shed on Keelans naked form. And again, death spoke. Sympathy filling his most ancient voice.::
What do we do with you, little broken bird?
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 3:55 pm
---Keelan looks in wonder upon the man she has sent so many too, the man she had just moments ago wished to meet. She looks at this man who she has in someways revered and in others feared. Ever so softly she whispers, her voice filled with her own emotion for the first time ever. A single sentence that tells so much, two words that are filled with so much longing, desire and despare. ---
Release me
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:04 pm
As you wish.
: biggrin eath, as claimed by of our modern day poets is nothing but the slave to the whims of the mortals. To rush to their side, at their time of death. To be shoved away as they are saved, to be dragged to and fro across existance by the wishes and follies of little children...such is the work of a slave.
A Keelan wishes, he releases her. With a slight wave of his hand, she is both removed from being. And int he same instant she is brought into being. Several beings.
Death is fair. To end all the bits within her just for the wishes of one, is simply not fair.
Keelan truly wouldnt feel anything, but the fragmentation which was her growing, the pieces which forged her moved yet farther apart from each other and their they stood...
Not one. But several. Veronica, Micheal, Anthony, Sherie, and the one Keelan. Keelan left mute as a simple spectator. Oblivion is infinite, and eternal, it can wait for her, as she can wait for it. And Death spoke, his hand resting again at his side.::
And of you? Which of you desires my sweet release?
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:22 pm
---Anthony looks around, stunned. He looks at his hands, spreading them before him. Amazement painted upon his face. His eyes then fall to Keelan who is sitting their stunned. He walks to her and wraps his arms around her.--- Come little one, come away from here and don't look back. No regrets, remember.
---Michael looks around, looks at Death and lets out a shout of joy. He twirls around and faces Death, determination chisled in his features.--- We get a choice as to where we go? Mine is anywhere but here. I have been trapped in a body with a child who wishes never to listen to my council. I wish to find a place where I am appreciated for my proper use.
---Veronica, evil, malicious grin on her face, looks upon Death, walks fearlessly up to him and kneels upon one and bows her head.--- I wish to serve you and your cause. Let me be the Angel of Death that I am supposed to be. Let me serve my purpose through you.
---Sherrie looks around lost and innocent, but sheltered children often look this way. She walks on soft tip-toe to Keelan and looks longingly at Death.--- Please return me, I am not meant to be out on my own.
---Keelan just looks around, her eyes fill with sadness upon settling on Michael and Veronica. She bows her head, nestles in Anthony's arms and a single tear falls from her eyes.---
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:57 pm
: biggrin eath is fair. Here stood before him not souls, but fragments, each of one soul, and yet of different minds. But the true soul, the one soul. Can, and will only be cast in one place. How does one fairly decide where to place such a thing...
He heard their voices, and nodded in turn to each. His face forever hidden in the black of hood. And yet his ears forever open to those that would be his saved or his victims. He spoke, his eyes shifting down to Veronica.::
I need not wanton slaughter, for I do not judge. To be a reaper drone, a...Angel of Death, you would need to strip yourself of all that makes you you, but your blade and a shell of a soul. You have fire, passion...bloodthirst, you are a being and I will not snuff that out for my own uses. But you word have been noted, and will be wieghed.
::He turns to Sherrie, and as his attention is taken from Veronica she would feel herself grow silent, and still as Keelan was. Her time to speak had passed. Using his scythe as a bit of a crutch he kneeled down in front of Sherrie, whilst only the bottom half of his face is visible, it did smile. And his ancient hand would reach forward to pat her on the head.::
Child...but a child, fear not. We are never alone...I am always watching. I understand you fear, your words too will be wieghed.
::And in turn Sherrie would feel herself, fall into that same quiet bliss as Veronica, still, and silent. And next he would turn to Micheal as the faux viel of kindness is shed from his face like a snake ripping off his skin. And he turns to Micheal with his gaze as heavy as stone.::
You are trapped no where but in the cage you have chosen to see as a cage. No where in life or afterlife will you be given the choice to do whatever you please, neither will you always been the eternal counselor. The child here boy, is you. You say you give council, and yet your council and your siblings constant bickering has this young one...
::And he gestures to Keelan.::
...Wishing for damnation rather than hear your vacant council. I wish, you to find a place where you will learn to give true council and attain a use to be valued for. There just happens to be such a place...you were born in it.
::Micheal would feel himself not slip, but be shunted into the silent stillness. As Death turned his eyes gently, and sympathetically to Keelan and Anthony. Some concepts exist beyond words, an artist knows that. And Anthony depicted it simply by holding Keelan and speaking nothing to the Grand Reaper. He cared not for himself but for her, and to rip him from her would be a sin most unholy...and unfair. He spoke.::
Judgement has been made. Fly free my broken bird.
::While his responses seemed to hint in a certain direction. Death infact listened to everyones words. Veronica wished to go. Micheal, wished to go. Sherrie wished to stay, as did Anthony. And Keelan most definately wished to stay with Anthony. 3 to stay, 2 to go. The decision was clear.
And with a wave of his scythe, Keelan was doused in black.
She would feel her presense awaken in a place most cold. A place most bright, a modern day city of brightest gold stood before. And what was more, amongst the normal people and beasts walking about were several winged...men and women. Each with golden wings, she found herself in the midst of a crowd of people rushing past her like children rushing into an amusement park. And a single of the winged people came to a landing directly before her. A smile on his face, as he dusted a few feather off his white suit, and ran his hands through his blonde hair.::
Hi, you look lost. Is this your first time in Heaven?
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