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 Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 4:28 pm
Memory turned around slowly, eyes shut. And when she saw the painting, she rather wished she hadn't. Moving up for a closer view, she pressed her palms up against the wall and squinted intently at the scene.
Those two Souls, those poor two Souls. Noi and... Celestyn. Memory thought that she rather preferred not knowing where they were rather than seeing them like this. Her stomach slammed sharply against her ribcage and she stepped backwards, faint.
"Huni?" she whispered, her voice as fine as a thread. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Huni? Guys? You might want to see this..."
Her voice was still a whisper and the sound that did carry fell bluntly against the wall.
[I will be gone until Saturday night, I apologize.]
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 4:40 pm
Kit withdrew her hand from the doorknob of the bedroom she was about to enter as she heard the muffled words of Memory, "What's up?" She asked, thinking after that was a stupid question considering what had happened. Backing away from the door she shuffled over and glanced at the painting Memory was so carefully studying. "... It's lovely?" Kit commented, sparks of sarcasm and confusion consuming her voice momentarily. She got a little closer, taking in every detail she could of the picture until.. "Wait, are they--?" She almost gasped, "That's cool, yeah, having a painting with the kids in, aha.." a dry laugh slipped out as she continued to stare at the piece of art. "W-wait, I've walked past this a number of times and never noticed them before.." she paused, scratching her head briefly, a shiver running down her spine as she put two and two together. "Coincidence, must be, mhm." She said softly, slipping into a puddle of denial. Nothing was coincidence when it came to the Gallery or indeed the souls themselves.
[ No need to apologise. I'm sure no one'll worry. <3 ]
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 4:44 pm
Marissa's jaw dropped. "You are drunk," she said. "I knew it. Jamie, please work with me here. We have to check the bathrooms. Your daughter has gone missing."
Marissa picked Cole up and hugged him tightly to her chest, locking him between her arms. "Care to come with us, Pip?" she asked over her shoulder. "We might need extra help, and you can catch Jamie if she passes out."
[Ditto Alex. We're off to an All-District concert, be back Sat. <333]
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 5:09 pm
((No worries, this will go on a while. ^__^ Have fun, everyone who is disappearing irl.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 3:09 pm
Somehow Huni didn't quite take as much comfort in the Muse's words at children disappearing. It wasn't normal (or at least as normal as anything could be in Gaia) for her to have your charges just vanishing without a trace.
"They're not in here, where else can we look?" she asked.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 4:29 am
((I'll keep the plot going as of tonight- sorry for the wait, ladies- I've been sick!))
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:30 am
Oqaia shrugged. "Um... well, I think I hear a lot of noise upstairs. Let's join them." So she dragged her companion up the stairs.. only to fall on the last step up... because the lights went out again.
"HOLY s**t." She heard someone say. She didn't know who said it, but she stood and brushed herself off. She took a moment to notice that in the change of the dark, her hair was now different, and she now had the tiniest of unusable blue wings. She shook her head. What a day.
She looked at one of the pictures in the upstairs hallway.
"Oh look," she said, a smile on her face, "that's an odd picture. Why would there be a little angel-boy sitting on an ancient roman column?
She walked down the hall, looking at the myriad of pictures. "And this," she pointed out. "A mother cat sitting with her kittens on a bed? Why would there be these two babies there? They don't even LOOK alike." One had darker skin and red hair... and the other... was so pale and blue she looked ethereal.
Oq turned, only to see the parents gathering. She didn't understand why they looked so frightened. ...For in that last flicker of the lights.
EVERY SOUL HAD DISAPPEARED.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 1:37 pm
Memory shuffled her feet and blinked, the blackout barely sliding off the surface of her mind. She squirmed and considered Kit's proposition. It did seem.... awfully improbable that their Souls would actually be in the paintings. But, then again, this visit to the Gallery had already ventured far into the realm of improbability.
She went with the nagging doubt in the back of her mind.
"I guess. Shall we keep looking elsewhere?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 3:20 pm
Latpas had been standing uncertainly halfway up the steps, ready to help look at a moment's notice, but not sure if she wanted to join in on the fevered perusing of the paintings, when the lights flickered out again. She clutched Kitrye to her; she was definitely NOT going to let him out of her sight -- or her grasp, for that matter... but when the lights feebly came back on, he was gone. She was not hugging the black-haired boy for support, but her own jean-clad hips.
Her mouth dropped open. A whine filled her ears and she could see Oqaia's mouth moving as she peered at a painting, but couldn't hear the words. She ascended the steps to help search, he mouth dry. However long it took her, she would find Kitrye.
[This is probably the last post I'll be able to make before Monday. Lovely four-day weekend coming up! <3]
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:45 pm
With this most recent blackout Kit simply sealed her eyes shut in irritation, re-opening them when the lights flicked back on, frowning at the sudden brightness.
She let out a deep and chesty sigh whilst she listened half heartedly to Oqaia, tucking her hair nervously behind her ear before re-folding her arms tight against her chest. "Y-yeah," she choked on her words a little as she nodded to Memory, over thinking the likelihood that it unmistakably looked to be the Souls in the painting. The fact she couldn't find Luel starting to press down on her like a Acme anvil on top of Wily Coyote didn't really help her anxiety.
"Shall we head along here?" She motioned towards the bathroom and other bedrooms to her left, starting to absently - and rather quickly - stride in the general direction of the linen closet closest to her.
[ Have a nice elongated weekend Latpas. 8D
And I hope you're feeling better, Oqaia. D: ]
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 6:21 pm
"No, nononono..."
Cole was gone. The search for Souls just amplified tenfold in Marissa's mind, and without thinking she careened into the nearest bathroom to search.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 10:37 am
Despite Pippin's desperation about the situation, he falls short. His arms clasp together on nothing, and he wobbles from the imbalance of just supporting himself.
"AUGUST?" he bellows, looking flabberghasted down at his hands. "ALYTHIA?!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 11:08 am
Oqaia clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth.
"Huh. Well. ...That's odd." She scratched her head. Then she proceded to head to the top of the stairs, where she cleared her throat, took a nice, easy breath... and after a few seconds of what seemed to be an eerie calm, bellowed at the top of her lungs.
"OI!!! ANYONE WHO'S LOOKING, I SUGGEST YOU COME UP HERE!!!!" Her voice rebounded through the old house, echoing off the walls and accosting the ear of anyone who... well... had ears.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 4:06 pm
Without a second thought, Pippin rushes after the origin of the voice and to the midst of the action, with the hopes that the children had just.. teleported? Or that it was all a prank, and they've been found and are safe..
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 10:17 am
Memory started in the direction of Kit, quick to keep up with her pace. The loss of Celestyn was quickly pulling her health apart - there was little coherent thought or reason left echoing in her mind.
Memory jumped, frightened at the voice that came pounding down the hallway and crashed into her.
"Kit? Maybe we should go to Oqaia?" she said.
She turned and began walking shakily back down the hallway.
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