He couldn't stop staring at that little fleck of white. Was that...oh God, oh God, that was bone...
"Lord, those who die still live in Your presence, their lives change but do not end..." **** looked at what was left of their brave little reckless division assistant.
He picked up his shield, closed his eyes, and slammed out with it blindly.
It made a sickening crunch as it connected.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:54 pm
[ Main Blessing: 1/5 ] - Chaesel
A tiny white room. Little furniture was placed in the room, it was bare. Her consoles sat on a shelf, broken as the day she'd walked in.
Her body was bruised, torn up from her excursion in the training field. No matter how hard she worked, it always felt like there were stronger suns. She was never going to be number one in this division. Every day felt like a roundabout of the same old schedule. Go to the training fields, get beat up, come home. There wasn't even soda or beer to celebrate. No unwinding with a little gamecube.
Just a little white room, with little furniture.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:55 pm
**** looked genuinely disturbed now.
“-said he'd tasted 'er blood. 'Er...Lips." He shifted uncomfortably. "Said he wanted to tear her apart, emotionally and physically." Honest to God, just remembering the conversation had his hand convulse around the cup. His lip curled in disgust.
"I'm sorry fer comin' to you like this, but I didn't know what else to do." He clasped his hands together, white knuckled. "Sasha tol' me that she's not like, that. She's in control."
He paused for a long time, before murmuring quietly, "I want to believe it, but I just ain't sure anymore."
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:57 pm
When she had fooled herself into thinking she is not lonely, he texts her one day and she realizes she is. When he comes back and does not contact her, the loneliness grows to enormous proportions, sitting in her chest like a leech that does its very best to drain her happiness. When she finally sees him, he has come back haunted and broken and hearing voices. But *** has heard them once before too, she tells him they will go away. She sits next to him on his bed and pets Lanna, the foxfire grown thin in his absence and then lack of care because of his concerns. The witch is happy to dole out affection, first to the princess and then to the zombie as she slips her hand into his. Slowly she leans her head against his shoulder and listens to his story, hating that this is the second terrible one he has to tell her. She does not know that there will be others later on, that this is a tiny precursor to her future. But she finally does mention her loneliness and he compliments her, confused as to how someone as sweet and pretty as she could be lonely.
*** is initially flustered, but sits up to show him her blushing face and to exclaim that he is brilliant and inventive and very kind and that he can do whatever he wants! What he wants lines up nicely with what she wants and he kisses her. It is not the thing from scary tales for it is sudden as his teeth clatter against her lip and his nose smashes into her's and he somehow manages to dislodge his glasses so that they sit awkwardly on his face. But he looks at her with a hopeful, blushing look on his face and murmurs a soft "Better?" She smiles, her hands move up to right his glasses, feeling bold enough to skim down to touch the underside of his jaw. The kiss is tried again, sweet and slow this time so that it is perfect. "Better?" *** echoes in a whisper. When Mort bobs his head with that bright grin on his face, her heart nearly bursts with her joy.
{Side Blessing- Pride 2}
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:00 pm
It hurt, even more than the first time Amati had had her heart ripped out. Maybe it was because she was doing it to herself this time, or maybe because she knew she wasn't going to get it back. Maybe it was because of the sheer spite in the act. She didn't want to do it for them anymore. She wanted answers for herself.
Regardless of her reasons, the result was the same. Her fingers tightened on the glowing muscle as she ripped it out indelicately, her clumsy fingers breaking pieces off of it that whispered familiarities to her before fading from existence. She offered it to the green crown and spent her last conscious seconds waiting for her promised enlightenment as memories dripped out of her like blood.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:02 pm
[ main blessing four ]
"In order to get it, Luna requires me to show love to someone by kissing. So.........would you mind helping me?"
"I-I'm sorry," ##### apologized softy. They both seemed to be needing it, and the little witch always seemed to say it out of habit now that she was here; her nerves and social anxieties were just on the fritz since coming here.
But that didn't mean she was going to leave or run away. Because, that seemed a little unfair. Her line of sight trailed to where the boil pointed to, noticing finally the foxsock that he indicated. The special prize of this booth? It was a pretty cute creature, she had to admit even if it didn't have any horns or anything. She turned back to Aj with a blush upon her face. It couldn't be helped after hearing the conditions of obtaining such a mini.
"O-oh?" It would be helping someone, how could she deny this boil when he had asked her so nicely? "I... I w-wouldn't m-mind." And there went the blush, even deeper.
Oh, please don't go badly.
"Thank you sweetie," he told her in kind, pulling into a big hug full of gratitude.
Nerves into overload, but she could still at least tell herself that this was to help someone out. That's what ##### kept telling herself as her heart began to thump inside of her head. "Y-you're w-welcome," she replied with yet another squeak when he hugged her.
It was a nice hug at least, pleasant really. Comforting maybe, trying to put her at ease with this whole thing. Because he was a complete stranger with an odd request - really, kissing.
"We will do it the easiest way, don't worry." He told her with a wink.
Then-
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:05 pm
"Raven Mocker..."
She wasn't exactly sure what that was, but then again, he had wings on his BACK, not his arms, and he didn't have talons for feet, or a tail... WAIT. Weren't harpies only female? Wait, THEN WHAT WAS DAD?! ... no, there could be male harpies too...?
She quickly snapped out of her thoughts
"Oh! Thank you!" she cried, flapping her wet wings and arms happily and looked down at her guest pass. "And yah, it's my first time here. It's a lot of fun though! Have you went to the other booths too?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:08 pm
*** couldn't follow half of what this ghoul was saying, but she was pretty sure that by the time they parted ways, she had found her dorm room, agreed to join a club, and made a friend.
All in all, a very successful first day.
((Main Blessing 1/5))
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[ main blessing five ]
They were sitting on a foxfire rug, plush and fluffy and for a while all she could do was run her chubby little hands against the grains of the fur. But she was being called, and the little ghoul looked up with wonder. Her mother had brought her in here, to her father's library filled with so many things. So many more than she was able to count
"#####" Her mother's voice was soft and soothing as she sat herself besids her daughter. A large book was in her hands, old and worn like it had been read so many times before she had even been laid eyes upon it. It had probably seen countless people read it, far many years than she had been alive. ##### smiled brightly and cuddled up to her mother, ready to see its contents.
"This was the very first book I read, same as your grandmother and before her. Our first spell book. From here you will learn," she was told, her eyes wide and excited. "All these books are for you to learn, you'll be an amazing witch yet."
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:24 pm
It has to be perfect. The whole booth has to be absolutely perfect. After the fight and the extra sweet, if mildly messy, make up, *** is feeling a little emotional. She has been good to keep it on the down low, but there are times when she feels a little unhinged, where she feels things are getting a little intense. Fright Night is fast approaching, though there are still plenty of weeks and additional days left over to get things ready. But Lizzy has asked the witch to help resurrect a club, a club that has lost its leader to less than fantastic circumstances. That above all else spurns the witch on. In a frantic clamoring of wiggly fingers and needles, the witch begins to make a dress. It is to be huge, beautiful, the idea given to her by Lizzy. Already a number of things have been made for the booth, the idea of a fashion booth exciting the witch to going a bit over the top. There will be boxes upon boxes of clothing options for the students to dress up a mannequin with and those with the best outfits will get prizes. But there will also be a dress, a blue dress.
Sitting on her dorm room floor in a circle of blue roses with her lap covered in a gorgeous, faintly shimmering blue fabric, she begins to cut. She has tied her long curls back and cannot help but stick as many of the roses into her hair as she can fit. The rich, deep blue is surely stark and silly against her vibrant red curls, but she doesn't care. No one can see her, just the blue fabric the same shade as Israfel's hair. Carefully the witch snips along the pattern she has made for herself, a pattern that took days for her to perfect for nothing less than her best is acceptable. A few tears p***k against her eyes at the memory of what has happened to him. She wasn't there to help, she wasn't there to stop it or try to fight for him or for any of them and now all she can do is make a dress in his memory. *** promises herself as she threads the needle that it will be a dress to make him proud. The witch smiles as she sews the first layer together, settling in for the long haul as the dress will be huge and outlandish and beautiful. She smiles, because she knows that he would want that, that she is doing something good, no matter how small it may seem.
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[Main Blessing 1/5]
“***.” Hel admonished. “It’s just a box! Open it already, sheesh! What are you, a scaredy cat?
"I'm not a scaredy cat!" *** retorted and opened the box with a grunt. Her expression immediately softened when she saw what was inside, however. Careful fingers reached in and scooped out the very ***-esque bag to look it over. It was... Perfect.
"I.. I don't understand. Why... Would you give me something so nice?" All she had really done to Hel was punch her face and insult her, and that was on a good day. "I can't accept this... I mean... I didn't get you anything." The ghoul's ears fell back in shame at the admittance. She hadn't even thought about getting the valkyrie anything.
“Don’t understand what?” Hel echoed. “Oh…you are my friend!” Her grin widened, touching her eyes. “And it is Christmastival! I give presents to my friends to show that I appreciate them, ya?”
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:25 pm
[ proud ]
Hopefully she hadn't been standing there looking like an idiot for too long, staring at disbelief at the card in her hand. A Dread Cleric, such a honored position and one she had never thought herself to be considered for; she had imagined herself simply fighting and dying for her lord, it was what she was probably good for. But this.
"T-thank you, my lord. I shall do you p-proud," Maple bowed, clutching the card in her dark and shadowed hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:26 pm
Hunters were meant to be fairy tales trotted out to keep scarelings in line. They were the Halloween equivalent of monsters under the bed and the things that went bump in the night. They were supposed to be urban legends.
They were not supposed to be standing right in front of her, blocking the one way out and telling her she could come with them or die. As much as she had laughed it off, she was angry that this tiny little meat-thing had dared to threaten her. He was so far beneath her on the food chain that he didn't even rate. She had thought humans were like cattle just waiting to be rounded up and frightened into giving up their Fear. She hadn't expected him to put up a fight; she could hardly retaliate in this small and unfamiliar form. Even so, she could admit to a grudging respect as he more than stood his ground. She didn't want to think about what might have happened if she hadn't managed to escape.
Maybe these humans were worth looking into after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:28 pm
All this work, all this pain, was it worth anything?
In the end, had he even made a difference? The memories he gained through his task flowed over him, a gentle embrace. Some were warm, others not as much. There was a deep rooted pain in many of them, a pain he wished he could ease away.
He felt himself fading.
His heart still glowed bright, beating just a little harder. The glow was comforting, allowing him to close his eyes in some sort of mock-peace. Was he really at peace? ....Not really.
The memories charged him, made him want to seek out someone special to him. Protect them from all harm.
With a last breath of life, he faded from instance, The floating heart and memories all that was left behind.
memories
Memory 1 Beginnings
"You should to go school, it will be good for you." The voice was firm, hard.... motherly, sympathetic and yet unyielding. She would not take a no for an answer.
He instead just shrugged and brushed it off. A lazy teenager. He grew up in his family setting, it was sometimes bliss but othertimes drastically annoying.
"I already have a train ticket ready for you, you leave in three days."
"...Wait you were SERIOUS?"
"Dead serious. You need to stop being such a lazy ******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
Memory 2 Fear
How did she figure it out so SOON? Sure... he used one of the simpler illusions on her, something that even a pup of his kind could do. Still, it should not have been that obvious. Dual color eyes flicked down to his hand, and he glared at it. Well... We will see what she c-
I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!
All cards on the table, all thoughts gone, he found himself buckling over from the force of that call. If she had good ears, she could hear the scraping of his claws against the wood. Unfortunately, that sound could be related to a LOT of things. Like the grabbing of a mortal weapon, for example.
As the sounds continued, and only raised in pitch, a whimper escaped... and he did the first thing that he thinks of when put in this sort of situation.
He got the HELL out of there.
Memory 3 Being Yourself
Unfortunately for the ghoul, she was pretty much right. Nail on the head, Bullseye, or whatever you want to say. Why? Because *** was moonbathing at the moment, and...wearing pretty much nothing.
He continued to sleep on, entirely oblivious. That was until a voice he had not heard in a while called his name. Opening his eyes, he briefly stared at the ghoul. "Sup, Hel." He smiled, before sighing, shifting a little, and closing his eyes once more. Really... he had no modesty what so ever. Why should he? Being an 'animal' as a base he did not need clothing, why should his human form? Plus he was vain enough to know that he wasn't bad looking either.
"What brings you all the way out here?"
Memory 4 A distant Memory
His trio of tails twitched behind his frame almost gracefully as he watched, and waited. He had answered the call, wandering and waiting by the gates all the residents knew. Gathered here was the entire kingdom, their king requesting they all be present for this glorious day. Apparently there had been something different about the gate this day, different enough that a slew of boxes had been placed before the gates and everyone had to be there.
It reminded him a lot of his own 'awakening'. It had been many, many moons ago. Too long to count. Looking back now the memory was fuzzy, all he could remember being a gentle hand on his shoulder and a welcoming smile. A voice that urged him to be who he was, to allow himself to remember and love himself. He was that way for too long. Like most he wandered the labyrinths, both in this land and in his mind. Once in a while he would stumble across something, some memory. Something once forgotten which was now remembered.
That was a long time ago.
A hand reached down to idly scratch at his arm, claws gently tracing at a itch formed just over the key marking blackening his flesh. His marking was a lot more visible, and intricate, than most. His time spent in this middle ground was weighing heavier and heavier, his memories almost back in full he thought. It has taken the man a long time to figure out exactly what he was to do in this new life, and fate even here had a sense of humor. In all honesty, his current profession was... so similar to that of his memories. The proverbial apple did not fall far from the tree, only instead of being a parent to child it was his past self to his new life.
Only he did not have such harsh upbringings, or life, in this one. Here he was not abused, or hurt to train for his job. In a way even now it was not needed, he remembered how things were done. Here he allowed others to come and go as they please, here he ran the show. He would allow himself to wander out sometimes, but he found himself incredibly picky at times. Now that he had the chance to choose, why shouldn't he? He grew up a Courtesan for pennies and breadcrumbs in his previous life, having to sell himself short mostly to keep his 'owners' happy, so here he would allow himself happiness.
No one would be hurt under his watch.
"My king." The kitsune piped up, following after the last to approach and stepping forward when he felt it was his turn. He stood before him looking his usual self. He wore a black vest and black slacks, both trimmed in a light gold. Over this was a shaw of sheer royal purple fabric, that crossed over his shoulder to his hip, and back around before going up one more. It was held together with a clasp on the shoulder, some sort of violet gemstone. Though the most notable feature as he moved was the light glinting off all the jewelry he wore. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, anklets, even a set of golden laurels on his head. If anything, it said he liked to be pretty and damn sparkly, or was maybe a little vain. All of the above probably. "My name is ***, and i have been a resident of your kingdom for many years." King Thackery would also know that *** was not his real name, but some habits were hard to break and by now everyone knew this name anyways. "In my time here i have learned, both from my profession and from those ive met and befriended, that you need a helping hand at times. You need to have a partner, for how can you tango without one? Sometimes you even need someone to confide in, or even a shoulder to lean on, cry on, or just someone to talk to. Hell someone to watch your back even." He blinked a few times, frowning. Oh yeah he was beating around the bush majorly. He really was one to be wordy at times, but damn if he was not rather lazy and awkward at others.
"Okay cutting out all of the fluff and stuff, because i dont think people are here to listen to a confessional... I would be honored to stand by you as your Queen, if you would have me."
Memory 5 New Beginnings
What. Red didn't hide her dumbfounded expression as she caught sight of the basket *** held. Her thoughts raced. Did someone owe her something? An apology? Was he one of the ones who trashed her office? The last thought made her look at him with suspicion, the wary gaze dropping from him to stare at the minipet inside it.
The professor stood up as *** made his request, moving to begin slowly circling around him. "It is true that I am looking for followers," she began. "But I will not take on just anyone who asks. What do you seek from mentoring under me?"
The abruptness of her response made his trio of tails frizz up something akin to a scared feline. A hand idly went to brush his tails down, an attempt to make them lay flat once more.
He suddenly felt like a raw piece of bloody meat being circled by a hungry shark.
Still he remained seated, trying his best to ignore her eyes on him. He itched at the bandages currently around his arms nervously. Red was the type who liked honesty right? "To be frank? I seek to become stronger." His words rang hollow for a second, before he continued on. "I hate not being able to protect those i see as needing it." These last words were muttered under his breath almost shamefully. He itched more at his arms.
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The feathered White beast had grown too boring for her - though, she was rather upset that she was failing in taking this horrible creature out - and her attentions were soon called elsewhere. Her head perked the instant she heard familiar shouting from those of her own Kingdom.
And then she heard the King and his sentencing upon two of their own. Her red eyes went wide with worry and she let out a gasp as soon as she turned her head to look. They-they were attacking their King! "Aa!" Maple screeched, instantly with her hand in the air to send one of her Elks to defend the King from their traitorous attacks.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" She cried out, following soon after with the other Elk at her heels. Why were they fighting, why were they fighting with their own kind? And what were they talking about?
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