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 Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:23 pm
a welcome visit
(rp ix)
...in which Guin pays a visit and GTC tries to steal some noms..
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:27 pm
a heralds halloween
(event ii)
...in which Aodh again hosts his Halloween party, this time specifically inviting the Heralds.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 12:35 pm
10.20.09
Your Herald is now a child with a personality all his own. Except for the wings, it's almost easy to forget that he was once an angel, isn't it? Even he seems to have forgotten. But the past hasn't forgotten him...
Your Herald has been dredging up odd bits and phrases from some hidden corner of the mind.
What are the words? What do they mean, and how does this fragment of memory return?
Niven awoke with a start, sitting up in bed as if he'd been electrocuted. Usually night here were so quiet, punctuated only by cars and motorcycles rumbling past, but there had been some horrible noise. The boy was positive that he had heard someone scream, and it had not been himself. His breath was quickened as he peered around the room. His father had told stories of wailing spirits who sometimes appeared just to be a fright, but he was alone.
His second thought was that it had been a dream. Sometimes as you woke up, dreams felt very real, didn't they? Then of course he wondered, but what if it wasn't? What if someone needed help? What if there had been an accident? No one had been around for his accident, and it was the noises he made that drew people in. He'd feel awful if he didn't help.
Niven shuffled to the window then, deeply aware of how dark his room was and how cold the floor was. He had never been one to frighten easily, but here he was, tiptoeing to the glass lest something smack up against it at just the right moment. He made it to the window unstartled and opened it to lean out toward the street. The cold night was devoid of even cricket song or the tree frogs' incessant chirping. There was nothing; not a car went past and not a person wandered by. There was certainly nobody hurt on the sidewalk. Perhaps they had just been fooling and wandered by?
The boy closed his window and drew the curtains against the chill. No, that didn't seem quite right. The woman's wail had been loud and clear, not muffled by panes of glass or heavy fabric. Oh, he hoped it wasn't a ghost, because whatever had shrieked had done so inside the house.
Now Niven was really frightened, almost shaking. Even his computer's glowing screensaver seemed eerie now. Hugging himself, the boy crept to the curtain that separated him from the hall and opened it quickly. He didn't want any screaming ghost getting one up on him. There was, of course, nothing and he continued down the stairs.
He may be a Herald, and a precocious one at that, but Niven was still a child not totally familiar with the world. His instinct was to find the person who had taught and protected him, and so he went down the stairs and took a right into his father's open bedroom.
There was an inhale suddenly, and a whine. The world exploded with the sound of a woman's scream, and Niven froze.
hope where where there
A voice, not one he recognized, soft and soothing but doubtlessly horrifying as it had come from nearby. Niven could have sworn it was spoken just by his ear, a ghost or a spirit, one or two, torturing him with sounds and nonsense.
It was working.
"DADDY!" Alright, so it wasn't his best moment, but it was at least effective. Aodh woke up much like Niven had, blinking sleepily and out of what.
"What? What happened?"
Niven bolted into the room, assured that his father was not, in fact, possessed by some horrible demon, and dove onto the bed. He didn't want to hear any more. He wanted Dad to go out and be the hero, and get whatever it was.
"There's something in the house," Niven said softly, as if whatever it was might be listening. Aodh opened his mouth to speak, but the ghost cut him off.
hope where there is
"SEE?! SEE?!"
Unfortunately for the boy, Aodh only seemed confused. He peered around them and shook his head. He had no nosebleed and saw nothing within the room, and now he was nervous for Niven.
"I don't see anything, Nivvy."
Poor Niven's eyes went wide, and he looked like he might start crying. Certainly his father was fooling with him, right? He'd heard the voice, so close to his ear, and felt no breath on his neck. There was a ghost in this house, he was sure of it.
is hope where there is
"DAD!"
"I'm sorry, I just don't--!" With an annoyed huff, Aodh threw his legs out of bed and flicked in the lights. There was nothing in the room for certain, but maybe it was somewhere else. Maybe Niven could hear and see things he could not; a disconcerting through but a possibility nonetheless.
Again, Niven heard one of the strained, terrified screams and he jumped. Could his father truly not hear?! He followed the man as he came out of the room and began down the hall. The only logical place to go was down, but there was the crippling fear that whatever he was hearing was down there as well. He didn't want to have to see the pale, gaunt face, the long fingers beneath dangling robe sleeves. He did not want to look Death in the face. It appeared that even Aodh was unnerved, as he barely turned the corner at the end of the stairs before flicking on the light. The living room was flooded with brilliance that crept to the kitchen, and again there was nothing. Niven eyed the windows, expecting to see a horrible face with wide, bloodshot eyes and terrible jaws, but there was nothing, only the trunk of the tree out front.
always there there is hope where there is
Niven whimpered and grabbed his father's arm tight. Was it coming from the closet? That was the only place left. Was it hiding from them, knowing they were nearby? Apparently not, as Aodh turned to the boy and leveled with him.
"Niven, there's nothing here." There was worry in the man's voice, and his brows were deeply furrowed.
"There has to be!" Niven defended, "Can't you hear it?!"
As if on cue, there was another one of those horrible screams lancing through his brain. He turned back to see his father looking for something, but he then shook his head. Niven was forced to consider a third option: that he was the only one hearing this because it was all in his head.
Would he have to live his life like this, hearing things? Was this a power developing under his nose, a power he never wanted to have? Oh good Lord above, he hoped not. Was this punishment for surviving his fall?
there is always hope where where is
Wait... wait just a moment. Why did this sound familiar? The whispering voice was not one he recognized, but the phrase. It was garbled, mutant, but he had heard this somewhere before. The scream that followed did not strike fear, but concern. Once more Niven looked around, just checking, but predictably saw nothing. His mind was whirring, trying to recall. Someone, a young woman, white everywhere. Where was he? Not the clouds, he was within this realm, but not within this body. Was it possible? Could it be...?
A young woman lay in a hospital bed, legs up in stirrups. Nurses stood around her, a doctor under a sheet over her knees. Regardless of the people around her, she was alone. She was in her head, absorbed in pain and fear and screaming. Her husband, her lover, her partner, whop ever it was, he wasn't there. He would never be there. He had gone in one way or another.
She cannot see, but she can hear the being beside her, brushing aside her hair, crouching to her level. It touches her like a lover, and speaks ever so softly just beside her ear.
"There is always hope where there is love."
"What was that?" Aodh asked, taking Niven's hand. It took the boy a moment to realize that he had spoken the last word aloud, finishing his memory's offer. He smiled and shook his head. The screams would not be back, and neither would the voice... his voice.
"Nothing," he responded, tilting his head slightly, "We should go back to bed."
"But--"
Niven shook his head and touched his father's shoulder in a way far too mature for his age.
"They're gone."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 1:51 pm
a day in the park
(rp viii)
...in which Niven educates a younger Herald and Aodh listens to some live music.
here.
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