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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:02 am
((I'm good either way. Owle's gonna have to tango with his other self eventually, though, consdiering she promised to help contain it. But it doesn't have to happen now.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:58 pm
[A world so Cold - Mudvayne]
There was probaly no other place Vahn hated to be in more than the tundra.
Not that the fighter had an aversion to the cold, it was merely... unsettling for him to be in such a place. So you can imagine how he must have felt when yellowed eyes opened to stare across a frigid landscape, finding himself bound tightly into a worn out throne.
The steps leading up to the pedestal his broken seat was on were cracked and weathered, his lips a dark blue and the very breath that escaped his lips misting.
He could hear something in the chilled winds that passed about, something there yet not totally there at all.
A song...
But try as he might, he couldn't even move, frozen and shackled into the seat.
In a world so cold.
In the real world, Vahn's pulse would have long since steadied, his breathing gone normal and temperature gone down as well, which might have been a bit odd, considering it was always at higher than fever level (which was normal for him, showcasing just how warm he normally was).
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 6:30 am
After a few minutes, the Half-Siren's song died down to a faint humming and her hand rested on Vahn's forhead.
Her eyes opened a little but didn't focus on anything.
"Owle...the ior deli...three spoons of it, please.."
Lucind frowned inside. She had indeed calmed down this man - but more than she wanted to do. Even though her peripheral contact didn't allow her to see the psionic visualization, the woman felt she had literally frozen Vahn's mind. Therefore she'd asked Owle to put some spoons full of the fresh smelling liquid onto the coals which was neutralize the herbs.
I've overdone it....but how..? I'd never expected his organism to jump at my work that easily. Maybe...if I would take a look...just a bit deeper...
Her song continued, less intense, though.
Lucind, who had also noticed the drop of temperature of the man's body, first wanted to see what effect the reduction of drugs and song had.
((@Owle: What I've completely forgotten when Lucind started with her song: all Siren vocal activities aren't "Area of effect"-techniques - the effect mainly works on the "victim". However, everyone around can of course hear the songs/attacks, and depending on the mind's strength (or the usage of drugs^^°) the effect might more or less rub off.
Dunno why I didnt mention that before^^°°))
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 6:48 am
((So it's less potent than I originally thought it was. Ah, well, Owle's purple shield is way weak, anyway.))
"Something wrong?" Owle was relieved as the song died down, the waters receded. They were still there, but far less threatening.
She picked up the stuff Lucind wanted, her movements sluggish. It seemed an effort to move through the haze of the herbs permeating the room, but she brought the odd substance over to Lucind. Who, presumably, immediately instructed her to toss it on the coals. Owle did so, then settled back down, this time beside Lucind, closer to Vahn.
"Should I go in? See what's happening?" She spoke telepathically, afraid speaking aloud might disrupt Lucind's song. At this level the waters in her own mind seemed no threat; the shield would hold.
It may be time I stopped putting off that help, anyway...
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 9:53 am
"GRRRRUUUAAAGHH!!"
The shout echoed up and down the chrystalline surroundings, even as yellowed eyes widened at the strain. He was doing his damnest just to move his head, but so thick was the ice encasing him that he could barely move an inch, let alone feel a single nerve in his body.
Do you know the difference between a servant and a master?
His breath escaped into heavy white mists, even as he struggled to become free.
One leads and the other follows. Which do you think you are?
His eyes closed even as the faint sounds of music began to fade away.
Come on... guess."
His eyes opened again, but they were a dark sheen of black, even as the ice began to crack. "Amature. You've let everyone around you run your life for you... look how easy this is!"
With a single motion, his right arm was freed, ice shattering and shards flying.
"It's time I took my rightful place... as the real you."
He got up from the throne, nothing holding him back now as he began to assert control fully, and looked directly ahead of him.
A simple archway.. a hewn gate that began to slowly open.. upon which would be the awaiting subconscious.
Namely to say-- once he walked through those doors, Vahn would wake up .. but not the Vahn that they knew.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:10 pm
Lucind didn't answer Owle's question and her face remained relaxed, rather neutral. Yet, her humming became a song again, this time different in its character, going deeper, penetrating the next layer...
Okay...two paths, lill Alice. Which one you gonna choose...?
When the Half-Siren opened her eyes, all daze or own trance was gone.
"I've made...a mistake," she spoke calmly, looking down at Vahn and knewing he woud awake any moment.
Tilting her head, she stood up and addressed Owle.
"Seems I provoked some kind of switch. You clear enough? Dunno what we're going to------
Well, that would've been possibility number one and for a couple of seconds Lucind really wanted to follow it.
Instead, she just mumbled something like, "Problem..maybe...should get ready", before the song went on, more intense and new themes were added: she entered Vahn's mind, wrapped in a cocoon, which was made to not appear as a complete alien element, as well as to protect her...
Once inside, Lucind quickly scanned the outer skirts of the mind's visualization, then stepped through the opening gate.
Outside, the woman still kneeled next to the bed, finally falling silent once she would've entered the foreing mind, her hand resting on the man's arm.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 8:27 pm
Well Owle sure as hell wasn't going to let Lucind go in without her. Both because she wasn't entirely sure she trusted the Siren woman mucking about in Vahn's mind, and because she was too concerned with Vahn's welfare to sit still and do nothing. In we go...
"I'm following you...."
Her voice was soft, not to interrupt the song. She didn't know if Lucind would hear her, even. Owle just knew that she would be following, whether Lucind wanted her to or not.
Owle wasn't nearly so subtle, nor nearly so cautious. She but sent a handful of snakes in as scouts, then stepped in herself as though she were passing through a curtain. The girl seemed to radiate astral power...she had come herself, bringing all 256 of her charges within her. Unlike Lucind, she made no effort to disguise herself as something that belonged...which would probably make Lucind even less likely to be picked up as an outsider.
Owle looked...different in the astral realm. For one thing, her left hand was missing. The scales on her right shoulder had a strange symbol carved within them...a three, within a circle, within a triangle. And her clothing seemed made of an odd kind of silk, giving her jeans and tank top an almost toga-esque appearance.
On Lucind's heels, through the gate she went.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 5:08 am
As soon as they each entered they would find themselves walking intot he midst of a battle. Shouts of death and the ringing of metal on metal accompanied by the soft thudds of falling bodies.
There was no end to the sight, nor no beginning, just an endless stretch of fighting; war in it's purest form. The savagery of men unleashed, as each fought to live, to kill-- to win.
In the distance, always riding in and out amongst the conflict was a chestnut mount, its hooves echoing eerily within the noise of fighting; it's rider a young teen clad for battle. Raven hair hung to his shoulders, and the smaller sized blade he held in his hand seemed to cleave and swipe down people with no more difficulty than a full grown man would have had.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:16 am
Lucind didn't comment Owle following her. The Half-Siren's mental projection wore just the same as in reality and that protecting cocoon was invisible, only sometimes the air right around her body seemed to melt and glimmer, like the water effect of a fata morgana.
"Heh...quite some action." She turned her head in all directions. "Don't wanna know what you'd find in his soul at the moment. - Anyways, I get the impression that this is not the work of some 'parasite'. Just like he said: it's coming from the inside...like losing one's balance."
With arms akimbo, she shot a glance at the other woman.
"Any idea?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 11:24 am
"Seems that way..." Owle said, nodding. She was remembering what Vahn had told her about his past, his childhood. "Like a memory mixed with a dream," she muttered aloud.
She watched the battle for a long time before answering Lucind's question. "That one, there." She pointed to the chestnut mare, and its dark-haired rider. "That's the only one that stands out, you notice? The others don't seem so distinct, the details of them blur together...they're just fighting men, while that's...Vahn. I think." He had mentioned a brother, too, but...well, why wouldn't Vahn be here? It was his soul.
"As for what to do..." Owle shook her head. "No idea. I mean, I could bring him over here, away from all the fighting, get him to talk to us, but...this is a memory from a time before he knew either of us, unless you're way older than you look. No guarantee he won't lash out at us, and no guarantee that my interference in this little war won't make things worse."
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 4:49 pm
((@Owle: Even though everyone playing a psionic chara has his own rules/guidelines, I wanted to mention that in 'my' Siren world this battlefield would be only a pre-stage of the soul, so, his mind...like an area produced of the brain and the soul. So tell me if there might be any defining problems^^))
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 6:28 pm
((Everything ok for me to post again?))
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 7:14 pm
((Lucind, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. xd I have a tendency to leave things rather undefined as far as Owle's psionics go, generally she would see everything as 'fluff', arising from god knows what mental activity, except for the avatar of the person whose mind/soul she was barging into.
Basically, she would see the Vahn figure as being whatever Vahn thought of as himself, Vahn's representative, core, and voice in his own world (which doesn't necessarily mean that it is; its just what she's expecting, since usually everyone she's hacked has got an avatar of themselves buried somewhere.)
The battlefield is just something Vahn's head is doing. Beyond that, Owle has no clue.
So...um...whatever you said, Owle's not going to argue with. For all her power, she's an amateur at doing stuff like this.
Vahn, go ahead.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 8:09 pm
The boy continued riding in and out amongst the bodies, like a ghost that echoed within the land itself. A spector that seemed to exist as only a shadow to the bloodletting.
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
The voice came directly from behind both women, which would have probaly made them instinctively turn around to see who was speaking.
It was there they would see the pale form of the man they knew. His entire body looked as if it had been deprived of the sun, or any source of light, and his eyes were so deadset that the yellow in them was eery to behold.
"He's playing right now, by the way. Always does when he's scared." He gestured past the women, nodding towards the ongoing fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 8:22 pm
((Hope you don't mind my posting out of turn; I've got a chance now and I probably won't all tomorrow and Saturday.))
Owle did turn, and look, and nodded to what she saw. She had seen this Vahn before, in the Dreaming before the temple of Nyx...he was the one who had walked away from her, who had seemed not to know her. He was, then, Vahn's Other...? He certainly did speak that way.
Yet she greeted him like an often chanced upon acquaintance, rather than an enemy. She did not smile, but her body language remained relaxed, loose...as if she were lounging in the Firebrand rather than on a field of battle.
"Makes a lot of sense," Owle replied, glancing at the fight the Other indicated. "When Morgan tore my life apart, I spent six months as a cat...hunting in Barton, eating what I killed. It's relaxing, you haven't got time to think."
She turned away from the spectacle, regarding the form of the man before her curiously. She liked Vahn's look better tanned, not pale...he was still hot, but the corpsified color was a turn off.
"I don't believe we've met properly."
She held out a hand for him to shake. "Owle Isohos. And you would be...?"
Her manner was polite, even if her expression was one of mild distaste.
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