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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:40 am
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Her wandering across the island did not end well. Crystals had cut her path off at every turn, blocking her in. Boxing her into a cage of stones. Slowly crawling up her legs. All she could do was close her eyes, purple FEAR trickling to a stop as crystal wrapped around her.
And then it was gone. The FEAR lingered somewhere behind her eyes twitching, twisting. She felt something, smooth and dark, warm, yet cool. A shadow in flesh. Something else moved beside her. Fur and bone, cold breath puffing at her hand. A faint howl a flash of red that she could almost smell, or taste? She wasn't sure; the sensation was still there. Her friends, the people who had saved her, who made her. A flicker of purple and grey laughing inside her head. The cry of a dragon.
Her eyes opened.
The reality coming back, crystals, a hunter who once was the face of Red. Burning cold like never before. The site of a dragon, tall and grey.
"No..." bone fingers lifted towards him as if she could stop it. They had time, she could get there. They could bring him back as well right? No. The mist parted and floated around them her fingers reaching for nothing. She looked about eyes lingering on Lizzy as she pushed herself up crawling forward.
"We... no... not again..." The price for revenge was never cheap.
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The sun rose lazily in the sky, warm beams of light bathing her cheeks. Soft fingers roamed through her hair brushing and wrapping it. Soft laughter behind her ears. Her little sister was always the first to laugh it seemed, like bells chiming in the wind. The sun grew dark, another figure stood over her shaking its head. The middle sister always nagged, but deep down she loved them both.
Nirva's fingers reached up towards her sisters, one of them ran a finger down her cheek. "It is good to have such friends for kin..." she whispered as her hands reached up blue eyes opening wide. Her brown hair spilled about her, clothes in tatters armor scratched. Her helmet lay to the side a new series of chips and cracks along it. Tears rolling down her cheeks as the feeling of wholeness was gone. A fleeting moment. Slowly her hands dropped, one moving to scoop the helmet pulling it down to cover her weeping eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't able to do more my dears..."
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The teacher was a friendly looking fellow, he was large, in a way he looked like Mr. T to Ro. He didn't know his name but he was smiling and he had a bright bracelet on his wrist. Class would be ending soon but Ro took a moment to look around. Somewhere near by Sasha was talking to Ceres. The later of which looked at him grinning waving with a wink while Sasha only rolled her eyes ignoring him. Behind him he could hear Jordan scoffing at Rep as a paper ball bounced from the red heads hands against his head. He didn't get away freely as Candace wasted no time reaching up to grab a handful of Rep's hair. Harrison jumping from his seat to break the two up.
For a moment he laughed, he felt like they where friends, all of them in a twisted odd way in a classroom. Peers stuck together in the confines of a system. It was nice to have a place where he wouldn't be leaving. His friends would be at the same place forever...
... that was till the teacher started to bleed, his broken bracelet snapping apart as his flesh opened. Sad eyes looking over the classroom. Rep was bleeding crying, swearing. Jordan was simply gone and Harrison was simply staring again, that look of unsure thoughts.
Candace was running, ahead and away, she was beyond him. Near by Sasha was sighing, glaring, disappointed of his simple existence. Petra walked by, a bloody roll of bandages left on his desk.
Screaming, crystals, screaming and blood. So much blood.
Roland woke up screaming till his lungs ran out of air leaving him gasping in confusion as reality set in.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:47 am
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Her first thoughts on waking... weren't true thoughts. Just a feeling of happiness, of peace, of calm. Like waking from the best dream ever.
Even the first memories that returned only came through in flashes, the clearest thoughts of her grandfather. For the briefest of instants, she thought she was a scareling again, staying the weekend at the big house.
"Opi?"
The confusion that rang through in her voice quickly changed, however, as more memories filtered back. She still had no clue what was going on now, but she did remember arriving at Amityville, bits and pieces of the last year, and that she had been somewhere with her friends - somewhere dangerous? - and most importantly, that she had to find them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 5:33 am
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Eisheth was awaken. What was that?... Did she sleep so long, it's morning already?... Wait a moment... there was something prior to her sleep, something important, something happened... was she on a duty? Wait. No wait.. it's not Lost Clan reserve around, and why is her mind pulsating with just one simple thought: "Mei!". did something happen to the ghoul?.. She felt sick?..
Oh Queen, Eisheth touched her forehead, that was a feeling of a hangover, her head was terribly aching, and she couldn't remember a thing, but she knew she has to find Mei, because... because something happened.
Looking around she did find herself in a strange place she can't remember with other horsemen and tons of students around, most of them were following Medea somewhere, and the priestess was talking some kind of nonsense about the battle they won. THE BATTLE? What the Jack has happened? Anyway, she can remember later. Mei, that's what she was interested in right now.
And as she spotted the familiar Jiang Shi figure following Medea, she rushed towards her - and the portal.
Mei.
And she can think about everything else later.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 7:58 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:41 am
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The crystals cracked, broke, shattered and fell, leaving the Sage staring up at the foggy sky as he had been before everything went black. Red eyes blinked rapidly as though trying to stave off the sudden light, but as he lowered his head he felt...calm. Serene. Like some large, tangled knot had come undone. He knew he had been angry before, but he couldn't remember what and, honestly, it didn't matter.
He had to find Fai now, to punch him for stealing his rock. Maybe even try to pop Precious' head off just one more time. Perhaps he would even find Alex along the way, to see if the boil had found the one he so desperately tried to save. He was not home however, he was still on the island...perhaps he could even get his hands on a Hunter; nothing made for a good day like a little bit of torture. The tall Horseman considered his options, smoothing thin hands down the front of his robes; so many things to do, but what to do first?
The decision was made for him however, as the screeching began. Ah, yes - he should go see about that.
[Exit to Jungle]
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:57 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:16 am
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Christof groaned. The world was foggy inside and out, and it took several moments to figure out which way was up.
Something soft was below him.
He lifted his head, realizing he had slumped onto the soft limp body of a girl...
Amrita, memory wibble-wobbled to explain. You love her.
"Hmmmggmm-" He groaned, and was confused for a moment. His mouth was stitched shut- was this normal?
Yes, memory sighed in exasperation.
Oh. Yes. Right.
He blinked unevenly, gently reaching to touch the side of her face.
They needed to go home.
Weakly, he crawled up to knees, gently trying to lift her. Home, they needed to get home, that much he could remember.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:40 am
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When the crystals faded, the hand that had been trapped against Christof's cheek fell limply across her chest. Moments later as she came to, she realized a lot of things; one, there was a heavy weight on top of her. Two, she was so groggy, so groggy...she felt like she had been awake for hundreds of years, and was just woken up from an hour nap. Three, she didn't know where she was, how she got here, or anything more than vague memories, sitting at the very tip of her tongue just out of recognition. Four, and perhaps the most important one, she didn't care. Her world was okay, everything was fine. She was relieved to be alive, and the large boil above her...she was happy to see him. A friend, something told her; no, more than that--
He touched the side of her face and she smiled up at him, tilting her head into the rough, patchy hand. She tried to return the favor, but as she lifted her hand she saw something else; an odd bracelet, thin and glowing. What was that? It looked so---
She was being lifted, startling her from her thoughts. "Ah! Um, N-no, I-it's okay..." She found herself murmuring as the boil - Christof, her memories whispered - tried to lift her. He was weak, she was weak, but--- "I want...I want to walk." But she accepted his help regardless, struggling to her feet. When she got there she leaned on him heavily. Was it normal to feel this weak? She could barely stand on her own, and her whole body seemed to shake with the effort it took to even lean. This wasn't right, but she still continued to not care.
"Can...can we go home now?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:56 am
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Awakening came slow for the horsewoman of war. It had been so peaceful, so quiet, so calm. She had no particular desire to have that silence end, to have the voices return or for them to tell her to go home. Home was an empty and desolate place that no longer existed for her. But of course, the quiet had to end. Memories had to once again invade. Her friends? She had very little of those before and had fewer now. No real loved ones to speak of.
She remembered fighting, she remembered a thirst for blood and battle, and she remembered the voices, because they were now the only constant in her life. Even now they were murmuring to her, but not anything she actually understood.
A noise drew her attention, back towards the portal, not all that far away.
Her brows furrowed, she turned and headed in that direction along with all of the others that she didn't recognize.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:19 pm
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Calder had woken up groggy and unsteady, more like a weak foal standing for the first time. However, as she rose, she noticed she had more legs than everyone else, but it felt familiar to her, and she didn't worry. What did she worry about was where everyone was going. One person was telling him to go home, and a strong pull went to that portal, while another woman was leading a group to someplace else.
She didn't want to go someplace else.
Familiar was pulling her, and she started to walk, but not before a patchwork boil pulling a undead ghoul passed, and something said that she had to be there with them. They were special. Very special.
Moving over, a soft muzzle brushed Amrita's cheek and shoulder, affectionate nibbling against her neck. Even the smell made Calder feel better. Yes. She was supposed to be here with them. |
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:39 pm
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Bwurgh, her head felt fuzzy. Slowly, Leo came to, regarding her surroundings with an air of puzzlement. What was going on? Where was she? Everything felt blurred - she was sure she had a reason for coming here, to this apparently new place, but she was jacked if she knew what it was. It seemed unimportant now, like it was something she'd dreamed while asleep (because she had been asleep, surely, otherwise she wouldn't be waking up, would she?) and now it was nothing more than a fleeting thought.
But there were others here. Maybe they knew something--? No, it didn't matter, she decided. Whatever the reason, it had passed. She smiled at the world in general, feeling quite at peace. Yes, maybe she should start looking for her friends and they could go explo--
She whipped her head around to stare in the direction of the.. the whatever it'd been, that awful, awful noise that went directly into her bone and marrow. Right. It was pretty obvious where she should go if she wanted to explore. That screech had been terrible, and despite herself, she felt a bit of reckless curiousity niggle at her.
Exploring it was.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:42 pm
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Her hand tightened weakly on the Igor's, the relief completely indescribable; the word didn't even do it justice. Things were starting to come back to her albeit slowly, but right now all she could feel was calm and happy.
The gentle nuzzle admittedly startled the ghoul, but within seconds her mind assured her that this was what she had been yearning for, and thus didn't shy away from the Mare's touch. Her free hand came up to pat the soft cheek, nuzzling her head into the sleek fur. A friend, she said; the name escaped her, the form was familiar at best, but this one was dear to her; not in the same way the Igor was, but still very close.
"Hello~" She murmured, nuzzling the mare once more before leading her - and being lead - back into a place absolutely rich in fear.
[Exiting with Arel~]
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:56 pm
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"Michelle, my belle. Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, Très bien ensemble." There was a man and a woman on the beach. There was a blanket and no one around for miles and miles, just the two of them.
He was strumming a guitar, and singing, "I love you, I love you, I love you. That's all I want to say. Until I find a way, I will say the only words I know that You'll understand..."
Dolphins were leaping through the waves, giggling in their dolphin language, approving. Her face was alive with joy, her dark hair blowing in the wind. They sat and drank wine and nothing in the world could ever hurt them because they had each other and nothing else mattered....
The sound of chimes made the air quiver, and the man stopped his playing, glancing up in the sky.
Jerry's head lifted from the dirt, the chimes he had thought he heard actually the sound of crystals breaking, tumbling, falling. He couldn't see, and for a moment he panicked until he numbly located a pair of glasses that had fallen to the ground beside him.
Gathering himself up as best he could, and it took some effort, he glanced around to shapes and figures all coming to around him. But he was alone. He couldn't explain it. Something was missing. There was a scream in the distance.
Michelle- no, Sasha, some dim recollection murmured, and he immediately leaped to his feet and instantly regretted it as the vertigo hit him. He stayed upright, taking a moment to get his bearings before staggering after the sounds of struggles...
[Exit to jungle]
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