Character Name: Scree Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Link
Bringing the fragment was the easy part. The question she had, that was the most difficult.
Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back.
Was she really ready to give it up? Everything she knew and cared for? The true answer: She did not know.
But just in case, she took the letter and wrote down the words.
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Dear Bix,
If this letter has somehow made its way into your possession, it means i am either dead or just took and wrong turn and got really lost. While i am sad, if you truly are reading this than my words will not be forgotten. They mean that you are alive, and while i might be gone... that means the world to me knowing you are safe.
No, dont start. I know you Bix, i know exactly what you will say and think and dont you dare blame yourself. We have talked about this before, you cant save everyone.
Besides, even i am too stubborn to admit this letter could mean my death. In the words of a certain Wizard of the grey, 'Death is just the beginning.' We have died, we have lived. Thems the breaks when you are us. We have come back before, we shall again.
I wish i could write you a sappy letter, but... in the end that really is not me. Instead i will leave you with this:
If i can find a way back to you, i will. Theres something I've been meaning to tell you for a while, wait just a little longer for me?
Ceres
The words had not come out as glorious as she planned on them... but the words rang true in her heart.
Only a moment later she wondered exactly what she had written.
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Character Name: Tiletk Link to Heart Log:HERE Link to Fragment:HERE
Tiletk had offered up his fragment and not a lot was said on the matter - at least not on his end. He was confident about this because he was certain that it was the right thing to do. Because it was what Fayre had wanted to do.
Because ... It seemed the right thing to do.
His heart clenched in a odd fit of anxiety and sadness as he sat in the uncomfortable chair and was faced with this new task. He wasn't sure what he was going to even tell Freya. All Kettil knew was that he loved her far too much to just leave her behind.
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Freya - I want to start this letter by saying that I am very, very sorry that I couldn't do all the things I promised you, that I said I would never leave you and that I'd always be there for you. I am sorry that I ... always had such very poor ability to plan this stuff out. I guess when everything started to happen; I never once thought it would end with the possibility of me not being able to come back to you.
I know you're probably bawling by now and calling me every name in the book. You're angry and hurt. Here is yet another boil who couldn't stay with you like he promised and now you are alone, but Freya ... You don't have to be alone. It's ... okay that when you are ready to move on that you do move on. That you find someone that makes you happy and loves you the way you really, truly are. My time with you is something I'll always treasure, even in the afterlife. I am sure Endzela feels that way too.
I had every intention to stay with you and to become your husband. I had every wish to have a horde of scarelings with you and to grow old with you. I admit that I am scared. I don't know what is going to happen. I was scared when I got to my third year exam and realized I don't even know how I am going to support us after school - you deserve someone better, I'm not as much of a winner as I thought I was.
I was afraid of telling you all this because I thought you would take it as me trying to distance myself from you when I'm not. That maybe you'd lose interest in me because I can't give you all the things you want and deserve. I just want to spoil you so much, I want you to be happy again and smile. I know you don't just love me for the things that I can give you - you often objected when I went to buy you something. I just ... I know you love me more than this and it is a silly fear but still...
Also? Don't you dare languish away, Freya. Don't you dare stop eating, I worked too hard trying to get you to take care of yourself and eat to just have you give up on me. I might not be here but I still love you and I still want you to be healthy.
If you find someone else then ... I hope they know how lucky they are to have such a loving, funloving ghoul at their side. I hope you have strong scarelings. I hope ... most of all that you don't forget me and how much I love you and grow to love you each and every day. I am glad...we got 'married' at prom because that way, pretend or not, I could say I married the ghoul I wanted to be with forever.
- Kettil
When it was done he was aware of dampness on his cheeks. The letter was ripped away from him before he could even properly remember anything he said on the page. He wrote from the heart and quite blindly and before he could regret even doing that ... The memory faded leaving him only with an inkling of sadness and deep heartache.
Character Name: Impah (Amphi) Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Here
Impah hurried over to the goddess, handing her the fragment and closing her eyes. "Okay I am ready!"
The goddess scrambles up, and they move from the altar to a more secluded dark room. She slips into her form, that is her and stares at the piece of paper. The shadowed man tells her she needs to write to tell them goodbye.
She can't think of anyone right off. There is Danny, her best friend. But would Danny understand? She would find her again. Part of her wanted to write to Roch but what was the point? he'd burn the letter before even reading it.
She mulled over it, and then thought of Lou. Why she was compelled to write him, she didn't know. but of all the people, Lou would probably be the most understanding. And while he was Eloquent, he would let her friends know what happened, if it happened.
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Dear Lou,
First off, this is not a lover letter or confession. Please do not misunderstand it for such. I have to go somewhere, and I might not make it back. If I don't, Then you'll get this letter.
We don't know each other well, and perhaps, we know each other a little too well. I've never liked your crudeness, or your rude behavior to my friends...And yet I still talk to you. I don't understand that either.
I don't like leaving without knowing who you are actually. That if there was a chance to be friends, we could've been. Anyways, I will take a page from your book, and not dwell on the past here. I'm writing this because I hope for you to be inspired? That's the word. Aspire. This is not a final wish or anything, just my thoughts on paper for you.
Find out your past. Find about yourself. Do you have family? Will you make friends? Stuff like that.
anyways, I don't know why I wrote this too you and stuff. It's not cause I like you okay. I don't like you romantically or whatever. I AM NOT ATTRACTED OKAY.
So yeah, Take care of yourself okay? Amphi
Ps. Please tell Xiu that I didn't make it back okay? And Danny. Pss. And Say it nicely, don't make them cry or I'll come back and bit you again. PSSS. NEVERMIND ON THAT LAST PART. JUST FORGET I EVEN WROTE THAT.
Impah blinked, watching herself pull out of the body. Confused, and a little amused, She holds the pen out for the goddess. The memory fades as Ruin takes it, and she's left with a small inner joke that perhaps she had written something to a certain somebody.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:38 pm
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Character Name: Etyam Link to Heart Log: Here Link to Fragment:Here
Etyam presented his fragment dutifully to the goddess. Admittedly he was curious. He was always interested in new sights. And of course, the potential to find more power through them.
But as the goddess took her place and the shrine dimmed into darkness... this was not at all what he expected.
He heard them the first time.
"I know what I said," he could hear in his own voice, a memory replayed with him trapped inside it. He stared levelly at the shadowed figure. He seemed to be sprawled in the chair insofar as someone in a full suit of armor could, with wings and tail spilling out over the back haphazardly. It was as uncomfortable as it sounded, but he was trying to make a point of looking serious. "I've agreed to worse."
But it was the sight of the pen and paper that shook him, and he seemed to avoid looking at it for the longest time. But it was unavoidable, really. He had to say something. Slowly, methodically, legibly. It was an effort he would not have made in any other circumstance.
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Amrita,
They tell us we might not come back from this. I thought a lot about who I should write to, and what I should say. And I realized that there’s nothing to say to anyone that I haven’t said already. If I die again, I mean, really die, I think they will know I could not have asked for better friends.
But there’s something I couldn’t figure out how to tell you. I meant to. A lot of times. And then I put it off. I convinced myself there would be another time, soon, when I could say it. It was always next time.
I don’t think there will be a next time, so I want you to know:
I love you.
I guess undead really are slow to figure some things out until it’s too late.
- Aymet
The pen stayed locked in his claws. He couldn't move. He could only watch.
Across the desk the shadow grew bright and colorful. It was his Goddess who took the paper, the pen. She reassured him, for a moment, as even the memory came unraveling with it.
As things reverted back to normal, he could sense only the blessing... and a strange loss that bothered him far more than he expected. Because he remembered he had written something to someone. If only he could remember.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:45 pm
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Character Name: Isaa/Aisa Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:here
If Isaa felt any uncertainty, it certainly didn't show in the cool beating of her red heart, in her shadowy form. She simply wrote, finishing unusually quickly. For some reason, not many words came to her other self.. or paper.
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Death,
I trust that the apple cake you spoke of, will come to me within it's due course, whether I return or not.
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She looked off to the side as the Goddess took the paper, the memories from her. For some reason, she felt oddly calm, oddly resigned, because all paths led to the same end.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:08 pm
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Character Name: Mire Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Link
He brought forth the fragment and presented it to the goddess, but the response she gave was... not one he himself had expected.
They had time to write one last note, something to give away to moved ones.
But truly, how could he choose just one?
Instead of grabbing at a single large piece of paper, he grabbed at smaller ones. Sticky notes, really. No he was not drawing stick figure animations on them...
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To Thackery: I know your alive, and when you find this, i will come looking for you. This is not goodbye. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Amrita: All your mother henning paid off, Amrita. I am doing something with my life now, something worth while. Thank you for everything. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Aymet: Thanks for always having my back bro, and being a good friend. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Tybalt: Stay true to yourself, Shrimp. Never change. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Mei: Stay smiling ghoul okay? emotion_bigheart Remi
To Nuk: Cheer up man, everything will be ok. Just be yourself. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Red: Thank you for being the mentor and pushing me to be the best i could. It was a short run, but i dont think we are finished yet. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Mot: Hey i never met you, and this is crazy, but heres a stickynote, so dont fail red maybe? emotion_bigheart Remi
To Jack: Thanks for always being my older brother, man. emotion_bigheart Remi
To Jordan: Hey you, just know in the end you were not the one who killed me. Shame isnt it? Stay strong dude, always considered you an equal. emotion_bigheart Remi (PS: Still hate you)
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They ended up being short and sweet, and he was certain he missed people. They were just the few off the top of his head that needed to be written down. He just knew far too many people.
Character Name: Trebor Link to Heart Log:here Link to Fragment:here
"I got it!" He screamed, barrelling forward to give his fragment to the goddess. He was so damn proud that he'd managed to catch one. He handed it over to her, grinning like a fool, waiting for his treat. And then she returned to her pedestal, and he continued to wait.
And wait.
And-
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He couldn't see his face, but he could feel a frown etching lines across it. He was upset about something. What was it, though? He looked down at the paper and pen in front of him.
Oh, that's right.
They were making him write a letter.
It wasn't so much that he had to say goodbye to her, because she had to know that the day was coming. Their job had no retirement policy. One of them was going to die before the other, and he would have preferred it be him.
No, writing Petra a goodbye letter didn't upset him.
Writing. Did.
In the end, he couldn't pull the pen off of the paper. The ink began to soak through, leaving a stain underneath. He couldn't pull his pen up, because that would mean the end, and the end meant-
She pulled the paper forcefully, causing his pen to scratch a line before he finally gave up. She took the pen, and his memories, before he could even say a word.
Every second, he promised himself he would never forget Petra.
And then as he stared blankly at the goddess in front of him, he couldn't remember what it was he was supposed to never forget.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:30 pm
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Character Name: Taivoh Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:here
He could only sigh, when he was told to write a letter. What kind of sigh, even he didn't know as the pen ran fluidly over several pieces of paper.
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Mai,
If I dont come back, my clothes are all you'll have left. I give you permission to raid my closet..
..and those three words I never said, because you're you?
I'll say it now.
Sleep is unproductive.
So if I come back, I hope it's not a welcome-back nap waiting for me.
He couldn't write down the three words he really wanted to say. Their relationship was built on the given fact, they would never tie each other down. It always worked out well in the past and it always would now. That didn't change, no matter how any precarious positions he found himself in. He wasn't sure he had more to say. And if he did, it was forgotten.
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you're going to wonder what this quote is about and its a dying message to mai if vaith should ever die :C but its likely she wont see itttt
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:40 pm
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Character Name: Simmy Link to Heart Log:♥ Link to Fragment:♦
The fragment that Simmy held in her hands held no real connection to her, but she had the strangest desire to keep it, as if she might want to inspect it and take it apart later. But the goddess surely knew what was best, so she sidestepped her own needs to fill the needs that retained their safety. She held it towards her, eyes speaking when she could not, pleading for her to use it well.
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"Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
She stares, that blank stare of equal parts apathy and disinterest and condescension. This was a choice she'd made before. An easy choice, despite disgustingly feeble attempts to appeal to emotions she didn't (and wouldn't) have. Last time she followed curiosity, scientific need for understanding that her current paths were failing to provide. And this time she would do the same. The choice never got more difficult. The reasons never changed.
It is her method of practicing normalcy that requires alteration.
They push a paper at her. Then a pen, almost expectantly, as if that helps somehow. She stares.
"Did you think I was joking?" Their head is tilted to the side, and she feels like they're mocking her. She doesn't like being mocked.
"No," she snaps. The stare is a glare.
"This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
She wants to tell them to ******** off, to use their presumably precious paper on someone who cares more, to say it in the way that implies weakness, because it is. It always is. She wants to confirm her choice and leave, not do any of this. She wants to avoid this like she's avoided sleep and her own room and Kostya, because she doesn't have answers for that and she doesn't have answers for this.
But she picks up the pen and puts it to the paper anyway, since 'I'm sorry' sufficed last time, and it probably would again. The pen bleeds ink on the paper and words don't crawl out of it. She knows an apology wouldn't be enough this time - she'd made a mistake, providing one too many things to be sorry for. If two words aren't enough...she can't do this.
She looks up, the glare more frustrated than before, and knows they'll know if she doesn't write something. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why did nobody seem to understand that someone could function without all of that unnecessary attachment? Something reminds her that she is beginning to lose understanding of this fact, and she smashes the tip of the pen into the paper and writes a wall of defenses.
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I, Mildred Sigrid Kercher, formally request revocation of any previous iterations of binding documents that may detail anything contrary to the statements within this document.
I am not married.
I have no family.
I have no friends.
I have no beneficiaries.
Please refrain from presenting any of my personal research to any other party. All personal projects containing classified information should be destroyed when possible. All classified information relevant to division projects should be redistributed when appropriate.
Non-sensitive personal projects (found in journals labeled B2.11 through F6.13) and items that might be considered personal effects may be retained indefinitely, or distributed to facilities which may find them applicable to current research.
Please return the laminated object labeled 'Intern' to the European Organization for Nuclear Research. If it cannot be returned, please ensure its destruction. It was not permissible for this to have been in my possession, and I am uncomfortable allowing the access that it may still provide to any other party.
I am well aware of your capability to preserve evidence of my existence after my apparent demise. I trust that you will continue this trend.
I appreciate your cooperation.
The position on the paper where a recipient might be is devoid of a name, though there is arguably some kind of symbol in its place.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:49 pm
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Character Name: Loffie Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Here
"The fragments are just as important."
The Goddess was right, the fragments' words playing over and over in his head. At the beginning, he had disregarded their meaning, not understanding or caring, really. But blessed for a third time, his mind was already reeling with fragments of his own, small clues and puzzle pieces filtering through his consciousness and frustrating him to no end. Loffie shook his head, angry, glaring at the fragment in his hand. He was glad to give it up to the Goddess, to be rid of it.
He'd returned to her and her strangley welcoming air, thrusting the fragment irritatedly into her hands. He had expected maybe a blessing, or something for the task but instead he found the world fading into darkness, the very room slipping into shadow.
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Then it was cold.
Loffie liked the cold. He didn't like being unsue, he didn't like not being able to control his movements, or the scene unfolding in front of him, but he liked the cold. The cold was pleasant, familiar and then he realized that this was him, that he was answering the shadow, some other him yet at the same time - it's still him. And he watched himself as he shivered, cold from the room but wishing for some other icy touch, to wrap around him, to tell him everything would be okay.
He watched himself begin to write, scratching the same thing over and over until the paper nearly tore beneath the weight of his strokes. He must have really wanted to get his point across.
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Dear Gabriel,
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I have to go somewhere for a little bit and I don't know exactly when I am coming back, but I promise I will be back. I know you are gonna worry anyway but don't, I told you I'm coming back! And I swear to Jack if you come after me, we're not having sex for a year. And don't even think about breaking up with me etiher, you're not allowed. (Also breaking up with me would mean no sex ever so I mean really Gabriel, really.)
I'll see you soon, okay? I promise. If I find any treasure, I'll bring you some home.
Love always and forever, Efflo
P.S. I think I found our scareons the other day, still alive surprisngly! We're clearly the worst pet owners ever, but they reminded me of.. you know.
P.P.S We haven't been there in awhile, we should visit when I get back, it's pretty secluded... We could celebrate...
P.P.P.S. I brought them back to my room, do you think you could check on them?
P.P.P.P.S. <- Can you even do that? But anyway, if you do happen to be in my room, sorry for the mess, I meant to put all the clothes back I just didn't have time, so maybe if you aren't busy when you stop by...
P.P.P.P.P.S. I love you!
Loffie watched the phrase appear over and over, the very phrase he'd heard twice over in his head from the fragments. But then, it hadn't been his voice. Had it been this... Had it been this Gabriel's?
He didn't understand it, how could he possibly care for someone so much? He hated everyone. How was this person any different? Loffie felt betrayed by himself but he didn't know. He couldn't possibly have known how Efflo felt writing that letter. Efflo had considered it heavily, had agonized over what to say to Gabriel. But telling him he was leaving would make no difference, Gabby would worry just as much as if hadn't said anything at all. He didn't know what to say. He was supposed to write his good-byes, his last words to Gabby but he refused, he refused to consider a future that didn't include the dragon. They couldn't end, he wouldn't let it. He would be okay, he'd be safe, and Gabby would be mad at first but it would all be okay, after everything was said and done. It just had to be.
But Loffie didn't know any of this. All he knew was a pathetic version of himself was tearfully writing three words over and over, then writing words that he couldn't imagine wanting to write to anyone. He watched himself hand over the letter, watched curiously as the anguished face turned into a glare at the one who took the letter, as if he didn't trust them, as if he'd rather deliver the letter himself.
That was more like it, he thought.
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The Goddess took the letter and the whole scene began to immaterialize until it was he standing before her again, only remembering that he'd be writing something to someone. The finer details were fuzzy and unreachable, and her words reminded him not to worry.
But while he'd remained mostly apathetic up until this point, now Loffie worried.
He hated everyone.
He didn't care about anyone, not even himself. So who could he have possibly written a letter to? tHere was something missing, something cold and wonderful and suddenly the shrine was too warm and Loffie ran from it, suffocating in his anxiousness.
He'd finally found something, someone worth caring for and it had been taken away. He didn't know who, or how or why, only that there was someone and there was a letter and that someone wasn't here now, and he was alone, completely alone. He ran in a blind panic back to the ruins, his ears pinned flat against his head. There he found a dark corner, collapsing and sliding heavily down the wall. His breathing was ragged, and he tried desperately to steady it, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Loffie didn't know why, but he was crying.
Character Name: Key Link to Heart Log:here Link to Fragment:here
He'd kept it safe in his travels, but a goddess' request was important, and Key couldn't cling to the pretty, glowing thing if someone else needed it. With a smile it was handed over to her, eager eyes watching to see what it was that might interest him. He hoped it would be fun!
It was the same sentiment that he felt as he held a pen in his hand, pushing the paper back and forth by curling and uncurling his finger, listening impatiently. This was so silly! He heard them say over and over how serious was, how he might not come back, but he knew there wasn't even the slightest chance of that happening. He was a Cerberus, triplet brother of Erebus and Arthur, and he would always be here.
He rolled his eyes and laughed with lighthearted refusal when the seriousness of the situation was stressed again.
There was no way anything could ever happen that would make that untrue.
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[The page is covered in doodles of hearts and shapes and kitsunes and keys and no words at all.]
Maybe it wasn't what they'd asked for, and maybe they would be mad at him, but all of that stuff was just about the dumbest stuff he'd ever heard. Maybe, instead of being mad, they should try to remember who he was a little better next time. It wasn't that hard! Just look at him, he already looked too awesome to disappear!
He seemed very pleased with himself, his smile smug, until he didn't remember who to be pleased with and there was nobody but the goddess to catch his smile.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:03 pm
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Character Name: Mel'ae Link to Heart Log:[Here] Link to Fragment:[Here]
The Goddess of Ruin always seemed to make Mel'ae have to look a few times. She wasn't sure the feeling but still was pleased to be able to help in her own way. "Yes." She said slowly, holding the fragment out to her happily. Mel'ae blinked at the Goddess and seemed to be confused at her position. "I would like to see it I think.
Vision began to fade and she blinked at the images in front of her. The shrine was far off from this place and she looked around slowly, the images blurring with each movement. Was she... sitting? A voice clicked her attention.
"...there is another chance you may not come back."
This was familiar and her body moved suddenly without her doing anything. It was bouncing in her seat, her ears bouncing rapidly with excitement. It felt completely foreign, like her brain had been seated into another persons body. Wait. Mel'ae would have gasped had the body allowed her. This was her! But... not her. This was different yet the same.
She didn't remember this entirely, why was she here? What did the Goddess have to show her?
The bouncing stopped as soon as the paper came near her and her ears drooped as the shadow spoke. Somewhere inside her body she thought it could be a joke but shuddered at the words nonetheless. "Goodbye." Mel'ae's body jerked suddenly and her eyes half-lidded before she took pen and paper, staring down at it.
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Brother,
I don't know if this will get to you or even if they'll be able to find you but to give it to you but I wanted to make sure you got the last goodbye if it comes to that. It's been a long time and I finally made it, y'know, finally got where you always told me I could when I was younger. I know you must have figured that out at some point but I did listen to some of the things you said and here I am.
The truth is I might not be able to get out and find you myself, I might not even last through where I'm going soon. But don't worry about me okay? I'm eating well that's for certain and learning so much already! It's another adventure to tackle and I'm sure if I remember to the things you taught me I should come through okay.
I'll write again when I'm done so you know I'm okay. If you never get that letter then... know that I still had fun and don't cry, okay? I don't want to make you do that. Even when you're far away I can tell you'd be sad so don't and make yourself something nice to eat instead. You're still my big brother regardless of where you are and I'm trying to make you proud even if you're not the one to give me hugs for it. We'll always have those happy memories though, right?
I'll make sure to send any nice recipes I find, oh, and the food here is wonderful but I can't seem to get full!
Love you lots more than you can imagine! <3
- Alamea
Mel'ae was shaking when she saw the words and her head was spinning. "He-he-" She was about to continue but stopped by the taking of her pen. "Not forgotten?" The line seemed to come back through her memory. We'll always have those happy memories though... She wanted to scream that she had apparently lied to someone important to her.
But she would never get a real chance to think it over or to feel that sorry for it as the memory faded. Standing back in the Shrine she blinked a few times. ...She had written a letter, right? Mel'ae was confused but nodded her head to the Goddess thankfully before leaving.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:07 pm
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Character Name: Ezophy Link to Heart Log:[x] Link to Fragment:[x]
Ezophyr clutched at the fragment tightly. His eyes turned to the side and then back as he sees the Goddess. His hand reaches out to hand it to her hesitantly. This seemed to be a very big choice. But he was ready to do it. He was aware of the consequences and shook his head as he took in a big breath and finally gave the big fragment to the Goddess.
Staring at her with hard eyes. He nodded at her comments. He thought of everything that has happened since the beginning and he closed his eyes. Everything that was his existences rolled down to this.
"Good bye...? " He whispered quietly. His eyes looked down to his feet and he stared hard at them before nodding carefully. He knew exactly who to write it too. The boy that continuously came back to him over and over again in his memories.
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Dear Matteo.
I am sorry for everything. I left you with despair. I caused you grief. And now I cause you worry for not being there. But do not fear, I will succeed. I will come back for you. We will be together.
Yes I decided I like you more than anything. I decided this a while back. I needed help to figure my feelings out-- and it took so long for me to do so. I will be back for you soon.
Sinclair, we talked over. We decided that our passion only lied through the severity of the situation. We could say and do nothing more than sex. I had no common thought with him and he had no common thought with me.
But you and I Matteo. We can speak. We can do things that are not reliant on sex.
I hope to come back and see a show with you again in the circus. I hope to make more pranks with you.
But if I don't. Remember that I always thought of you. I always like you.
Zephyros.
Instantly, as soon as he finished writing, and the Goddess takes the paper, he looks confusedly. What had he just been doing, and why was he doing it? He couldn't remember to much-- just knowing that whatever he was writing was important.
He knows that whatever he was to face might be the end of everything. Or perhaps a new beginning was the right word...
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:22 pm
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Character Name: Marati Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment: Already handed in.
She sat on an uncomfortable chair in an uncomfortable room, her hands folded on her lap in a practised ease. The figure across the room from her was a shadow she couldn't make out, and while that would have made her uncomfortable under any other circumstances, she was surprisingly calm.
"Yes. I'm sure." Marati - no, Amrita - said with a stubborn conviction. "I've taken the risk before. It doesn't scare me." Her voice never wavered, but there was a brief flicker in her eyes; deep down, she was scared. Terrified, even, but she wasn't going to allow herself to submit to it. "I'll be fine. I always am."
"Very well" The figure said, sliding a piece of paper in front of her, along with a pen. Amrita listened to the instructions, and the idea shocked her. Write a note? Was that...was that possible? How would that even work? If she died, who could say that this person wouldn't also die, and lose her letter to obscurity? That aside...to even write a letter seemed final.
She really was going to die, wasn't she?
No. No she wasn't. She'd be fine. This was just a formality.
Terror gripped her unbeating heart, but she reached for the pen and paper regardless.
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I'd like to ask you to deliver this letter to my room, not to a specific person. Room (#), in the basement of the Undead Dorms. Leave it on the bed or something.
To whomever gets this letter:
It's really scary to be told to write a letter, considering there's a chance I won't come back...though I guess I'm happy for the opportunity. How many life-and-death situations have I been in by now? I've lost track, but I do know this is my first opportunity to write a letter like this. So...here it goes, I guess.
I was told to write to someone I care about. The only reason I'm not sending this to any one person in particular is that there are too many to choose just one...so I thought the best route would be to ask that it go somewhere where my friends would look first and whoever gets it, gets it. Congratulations, I guess...and I'm so sorry. Augh. That felt weird to write. Anyway, I ask that you keep reading and that you try to get in touch with everyone I mention here, so they know and can stop worrying. Because they all will worry about me, just like I'll always worry about each and every one of them.
I'm sorry I've always been reckless. I've probably caused way too much stress than necessary in my time at Amityville, and I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it always made me feel bad, both physically and mentally. Usually at the same time. I've beaten myself up about it enough times, or at least had help with it.
I guess next I should move on to specific people...
Lizzy - You were the Mother I always wished that I had. I've looked up to you my whole life, no matter how tall I've gotten since we've met. I'm sorry certain things turned out the way they did, and if you're ever so inclined there's a jacket hidden under the loose floorboard under my bed. I love you, and I wish you a long, happy life. You deserve it!
Christof - We suck at communicating, and it's not because you can't speak. Our whole relationship was one long string of misunderstandings, blind adoration, acting on impulse, and though you will always have a place in my heart, I've learned that what we had was unhealthy. I'm so sorry I hurt you at the end...but by the time you finally came around, I was just tired of trying. I couldn't put any more energy into what we had, because it hurt me so badly. I still love you, and I probably always will. Outside of that, though...I wanted to thank you for everything you have ever done for me, from helping build my body to getting me the help I needed to get me where I am today. Thank you, and I'm so very sorry...
Aymet - You have always scared me, even when you're being goofy. You've got a really unstable energy, and I'm never sure whether you're friendly or imposing. It's always been kind of exhilarating. Remember Prom? When that last song came on, and you saw me alone, and asked me to dance with you? You said 'For one song, we can pretend to be a couple too.' I can probably only admit this because I'm likely about to die, but...I wish we didn't have to pretend. Maybe if I wasn't so stubborn, or too scared to admit it out loud, there could have been something more than just awkward tension between life-and-death battles. You mean a lot to me, Aymet. I wish I could have said it to you in person. I guess it's too late now, though...I'm sorry.
But now that I'm thinking about it, there's probably a good chance you've gotten the same offer I have, because that's how things always seem to go with us. So I might see you on the other side. I certainly hope so.
Remi - You've opened my eyes to a lot of things, and I wanted to thank you for being there and holding my hand through it all the good times and the bad. I also wanted to say that I'm so proud of you. You've made such an effort lately and I'm so, so proud of you. The future is a scary thing, but you're finally smartening up and going after something that's good for you. I'm sorry I might not be there to celebrate with you when you succeed.
You're still an old man, though.
Calder - The last time we talked, we left off on a very, very bad note. You've always been there for me, and I'm so sorry I never seemed to be there for you in return. If I could go back and change it, I would. But I can't, so...please accept my apology, and I hope you can forgive me some day.
Oh Jack, I'm running out of paper. Okay, the rest is going to be short and sweet, but I assure you, I could word vomit at each and every one of you as well.
Hel - You were right. It sucks to admit, but you were. Congratulations? Riley - Be who you want to be, not who everyone else thinks you should be. After all, you're the one who has to live with your choice. Lucien - I tried to save him, I really did. My failure haunts me. Please forgive me. Please...
There are more of you that I can write to, and I'm so sorry I didn't get to you, but if you're reading this, I wish you well in life. I hope you get everything you work towards, and I hope that at the end of the day you are happy, safe, and loved.
Well...I guess that's all I have room for...here goes nothing.
Wish me luck.
Her letter was written and turned back to the figure, but they were already gone. The Goddess' voice filled her mind, and she felt the words and feelings ease from her mind. All she could remember was that she had written something, and that something was now gone.
Who was it she was supposed to be thinking about, again? Hmm.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:40 pm
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Character Name: Nush Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Snatched
With the fragment in hand, Nush went to turn it in to the Goddess. Once it was taken, he watched her as she did what she needed to do. Then, all of the sudden, he found himself in another place.
He sat there in a desk, sitting in a dark, cold room.
"Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
A voice spoke to him. And he found himself agreeing to whatever it was that was mentioned here. He heard the figure sigh before giving him a pen and letter, telling him to write a letter of goodbye to his loved ones because there is a chance that he would not return. He furrowed his brow at this, stared at the things he was handed.
Before beginning, he requested the figure write for him. If he was going to do this, he wanted to make sure his words were able to get through as intended. He knew writing was not something he could really do.. at least not in a way where it would be easily understood. Thankfully, the figure complied.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his good eye, thinking about what he wanted to say. Expressing himself was not easy. But... he wanted this to get through. After some silence, he began to speak; his voice was low and soft as he gave the words to be written.
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Mitsu,
Ever since I realized how I felt for you, I felt like I could be at your side forever. This didn't turn out completely true. The time that I lost you, I didn't know what to do. I felt rage and hatred for the ones who took you, but I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. When you came back, I vowed that I would do whatever I could to make sure I lost you again. That sort of pain that I felt then wasn't something that I wanted to go through ever again.
And I never wanted you to have to experience that either.
But the truth is, I don't know if I'll be coming back. I will do everything in my power to make sure that I can be there at your side again, but... well. There's always that 'but'. If it were within my abilities, I'd keep you safe and in my arms until the end of time. I want you to know this. And I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world and I was looking forward to marrying you after we graduated.
In the case that I don't return, please. Please don't despair. Try to find a way to live on. You may not think it, but you are strong, and I don't mean physical strength... though you certainly have plenty of that too. I know you can get past your fears and the horrible things that have happened, even without me. I want you to live. I want you to be happy. Try to smile for me, even if I'm not physically there. There are others who love you, who care for you. Remember this as well.
