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Fiction1119

Original Lunatic

PostPosted: Tue Aug 22, 2023 3:07 pm


Finding a Secret


Setting: During this rp
Word Count: 1581

Antares watched as Sig started to explore the temple. After a moment she turned away from the colorful, and awe inspiring, space. She went to a hidden corner and pulled out some simple cleaning supplies, supplies she had ferried up here over quite some time years ago. They were a bit battered now, and dusty, but they would do for now. With the supplies in hand she started to clean.

It wasn’t anything fancy, she wasn’t scrubbing away the dirt, but she was sweeping as much of the blown sand into piles to remove. In the alcoves she wiped down the murals and then swept. Making sure that the fountains that were still flowing were clean. Just basic and general tidying up. It was the least she could do since this place, this temple, deserved so much more.

She had gotten around one of the sets of carved wooden doors that opened up to a shallow pond filled garden, doors that she opened for more air flow. The garden was, or at least had been, a true oasis in the dry heat of the city. Even now the pond had water in it, murky and mostly empty, but it was still there. Even the lush greenery that she knew was meant to fill the space was primarily dead or a sad brown color. It was meant to be a calming space of plantlife, and yet now…. Now it was just one more worn down part of the complex. If Antares felt she had any type of green thumb she would have worked to get at least that place presentable as well. Sadly, she stunk at it. Plants just didn’t seem to like her. So the blonde stuck to keeping the interior of the temple at least presentable.

In one of those tucked away alcoves ment for private contemplation, as far as she figured, was a complex and colorful mural. A rather dusty one in fact. Antares absently frowned, trying to remember the last time she had at least given the space a wipe down but was honestly coming up with a blank. She personally preferred the fountain alcoves, the burbling of the water helped drown out her own thoughts. The blonde studied the dusty mural, noting the symbol embossed on the wall in some kind of dark stone. It dominated the mural. A huge stylized scorpion in swirling and twirling colors. Antares’ symbol. Her symbol. Looking at it closely it even seemed as if the claws of the mural were holding a red ball.

Not quite sure what to make of it all, the senshi decided to just rush through the wipe down, no point in lingering. She took her rag and after damping it, started to wipe down the wall until everything was clean except the scorpion itself. That part she carefully cleaned off, revealing the sparkling onyx the symbol was made out of. The real shock came when she swiped the damp cloth over the red orb, her fingers brushing over the raised stone.

When Antares’ calloused hand touched the stone it flared with a red light before an audible click echoed around the alcove. Before she could even move the stone fell out into her hand, a golden chain following behind it. Pale blue eyes took in the object, quickly deducting that the red orb was just a stone set into a golden necklace. A rather intricately carved necklace really. Waiting to see more the young woman stepped out of the alcove and was about to take it outside when shadowy movement out of the corner of her eye had her glancing up just in time to see a ghostly figure pace out of the alcove she had just left. A figure she recognized, even though she rarely actually ‘saw’ her.

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A small petite black haired woman drifted from the alcove, head turned towards the closed temple doors in anticipation and nervousness. Her name was Rashida and she was the guardian of this world. But still, she couldn’t quell the rapid beating of her heart, nor calm the growing sorrow.


Antares blinked as the phantom sound of the temple doors being thrown open. Logically she knew that the door was open already, propped open when Sig and herself first entered the building. But what she was ‘seeing’ and ‘hearing’ defied all logic. A memory of the past. A fragment of her past.

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A tall man strode into the temple, his face in shadows at first but soon it became visible as he came to a stop in front of the much smaller senshi. His intimidating presence faded as he called her name, “ Rashida.”

“Ammon. I’ve just heard.” Rashida reached out a pleading hand, “Must you go?”

“They need me in the west. I must.”


His ghostly figure was turned away from Antares but she can see Rashida’s face fall and tears start to fill her eyes. Her own heart ached at it all. The memories tugging away at her heart strings.

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“Rashida, don't cry. I am doing my duty, just as you are. Don't worry I will be fine.’ He reached out and gently tugged her into his embrace, placing her head on his shoulder.

Rashida looked up and obviously tried to smile confidently, instead looking worried, however her gaze clears as a thought noticeably occurs to her. “Ammon I know you must go but there is something I can give you that will call me to your side if ever the need arises.” She gently taps a necklace hanging around her neck.


The same necklace that was currently in Antares’ hand.

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”I can not ask you to use your magic for me. I can take care of myself.” His hands shifted from holding Rashida close to pushing her free, crossing his arms in a defensive motion. Anger and pride written all over his rigid stance.

“I am not saying you can't. Only that I will feel better if you had it with you.” Rashida reached out and gently touched Ammon’s crossed arms. “The gods themselves approve or else this mission would have been given to you another day.” Her small hand slipped from his arm and gestured to the moonlight filtering through the temples’ windows.


Antares narrowed her eyes, knowing that it was daylight right then… not moonlight. And yet she couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn away from the memory that was quite literally playing out in front of her eyes.

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”Please Ammon. For me?” She turned pleading eyes on him.

Ammon stiffened briefly before his stance relaxed and his arms dropped to his sides, nodding in assent. He followed her as she headed outside into a garden.


Antares also followed, her steps stirring up the dust and sand she had just swept into a pile. She stood in the garden doorway, witnessing a vibrant and life filled garden bathed in moonlight for the first time in the many years she had been visiting her homeworld. There, in her memories, she watched as Rashida created a golden token, explaining to Ammon what it was and warning him about destroying it. It all seemed to fade in and out, like an old movie, but Antares was able to get the gist of what was going on. Her past life was using the necklace to make a safety device for Ammon. Blue eyes watched on as the duo began to talk about the mission that he was being sent on, the details staticy and too faded for Antares to make out, when a voice from behind her called out for Ammon.

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”Rashida I must go. Thank you for this, I will not need it but it comforts me to know you are there with me in spirit.” He kissed her briefly before turning and walking towards the doors back into the temple.


Antares, who had remained by that very door, witnessed as Rashida watched Ammon walk away, tears welling in her dark eyes. Right before the ghostly Ammon would have passed by Antares he paused and looked back. In one final gesture he kissed the token before fading away into the shadows of the temple… but Antares could have sworn that she saw a smirk on his face and a dark look passing over his face right before he left. Even as her heart ached at the ‘loss’ of Ammon, her mind wondered about that final moment. What was that look? What did it mean?

“-res!… DESSIE!” The loud shout of her name had Antares startle some, blinking rapidly as her head whipped around, her vision desperately trying to acclimate from the bright garden that she had been staring absently into, back to the relatively shaded interior of the temple.

“Dess? What the hell just happened?”

The blonde absently frowned at the knight who had nearly shouted in her ear, pulling her from not only her thoughts but from the flashes of her past. “I… um… well,” not entirely sure herself Antares could only drop her gaze and stare at the necklace in her hands in bemusement. She didn’t even fight it when the knight gently led her further into the temple and urged her to sit on one of the intricately carved benches.

“Just tell me when you're ready, no rush at all.”

Pale blue eyes met the green eyes of Sig before drifting over towards the dilapidated and dying garden. “I think… I just saw the past.” She answered quietly.
PostPosted: Thu Jan 11, 2024 4:32 pm


[Holiday - S] Dear John


Setting: About a week, maybe two, before Christmas 2023…. And yes I’m late for this to be a holiday prompt XD
Wordcount: 650

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Prompt 9 (Mysterious Mail): The mail is always bad this time of year, but it seems like something's gone a little extra wrong. You’ve received something that’s not quite right. Maybe it’s a box that looks like it’s from a completely different era, wrapped in brown paper and tied with dark twine. The box has scuffs and scrapes and a yellowed name tag--with your name and address on it. There is no return address and no indication where it came from. If you open it up you will find some sort of timeless item that feels as though it is easily decades old. It may not be particularly valuable, but this item seems to have been lost to time--and somehow ended up in your possession. Any time you look at it you are filled with the same sensation of timelessness.

Maybe it’s an old letter with no return address, no name on it; it's impossible to tell who it is from or how it got there, given that it might have arrived in your mailbox, your front door, or maybe it even just showed up inside your house. If you open it, the letter is dated from decades ago and contains some surprising information; it is a letter lost to time and contains some secret. The content of the letter is up to the player; it might contain a confession of love, an admission of guilt, the secret of some crime--no matter what the letter contains, it leaves you with news to reflect on. Do you try to seek out anyone mentioned in the letter? Do you investigate or try to hand the letter over to someone else? Does the content of the letter reflect your life in some way? ...Do you have to worry about someone breaking into your house to leave strangely coded messages?

Maybe you’ve gotten both and really need to phone up the post office to see what’s going on.


When the letter showed up Dessie didn’t think anything of it. Big deal, an old letter. At best she figured it was some letter that arrived a year ago and it just got displaced… except it was on top of the recent mail. Maybe it was mailed at the same time… except there was no discernable address on it at all. Not even a name. It was strange, that was for sure. So very strange. The mystery of the letter was put on the back burner, per say, while she went about doing her daily work. Not only was taking care of a nearly one year old little girl a full time job but she also had several commissions that she needed to finish. Plus all the housework, or at least enough not to have the place look trashed. She also wanted to finish up the Christmas presents for the family. That one was a bit more pressing since the holiday was in a few more days. So it wasn’t all that surprising that it was quite a while before she got around to sorting the mail.

“Bill, ad, ad, bill, junk…” Dessie paused in her task of going through the pile of mail that had come in over the last few days. She held the letter in her hand and tried to remember when it showed up. She had a vague recollection of tossing it in the mail basket but she didn’t really recall when that was. “Strange,” the blonde muttered as she put the rest of the mail down to examine the old envelope. There was no real address on it, the ink had faded and was unreadable. No name, or even stamp, though there were the faded marks of having gone through the postal service but that too was no help. Any part that would have given her any useful information was too worn or just not there. It was a true mystery.

After a few minutes she decided to open the strange letter, there was no real reason not to. Besides, maybe something in it was important. With a deft hand Dessie slit the top of it open with a letter opener and pulled out a yellowed and brittle folded piece of paper. She cautiously unfolded the letter and started to read:

“My Dearest John,

I’m writing to tell you that I am leaving. I can not wait for you any more. This war is dragging on and I do not wish to be a widow before I can be a wife.”

Dessie continued to read the small letter, a brow rising with nearly every sentence. It was quite literally a ‘Dear John’ letter. It spoke of a war and sleepless nights, of being sick and going back to their mother’s. All very cold really, especially if it was for someone who was in a warzone. Overall it was interesting but nothing she was exactly worried about but the small little postscript at the bottom of the page had her just gobsmacked.

“P.S. Your father said he would raise our daughter… your daughter now. Please don’t look for me.”

The young woman looked at the letter in her hand as if it was covered in trash, its words were that disgusting to her. Who would do that to their child? Why!?!? What could possess you to do it? Dessie looked over to where her own daughter was napping in her playpen then back to the letter. “A monster that's who,” She quietly answered herself before shoving the letter back into the envelope. She had no clue what she was going to do with it but right now she wanted to snuggle her daughter. Just the thought of ‘abandoning’ her with anyone made her heart ache.

“Momma loves you Sarah,” She said as she gently stroked the sleeping baby’s hair. “With all my heart.”

Fiction1119

Original Lunatic


Fiction1119

Original Lunatic

PostPosted: Mon May 27, 2024 10:42 am


Awoken in the Night


Setting: During this rp, its her take on the situation
Word Count: 599

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She was a light sleeper so when Nate started to toss and turn she was already awake, it wasn’t the first time her partner had nightmares. It likely wouldn’t be the last. She still had them but hers were normally accompanied by sleep paralysis. That was a demon she did not particularly appreciate since her own nightmares typically had to deal with running away from the danger and she wasn’t able to move which made everything that much worse. So she just lay there, dozing in and out, while Nate worked through his nightmare while still asleep but when he violently shifted and shouted she fully awoke.

By the time she had rolled over he was sitting up and hugging his knees. The nightmare must have been so very bad. “Nate?” She asked quietly, looking him over and noting his rather shaky appearance. Even when he tried to wave it all off as a nightmare Dessie knew better. Hell, she had experienced it before, so rather than rolling back over to sleep as he suggested she sat up.

“Again?” She asked, even though it was a pointless question. Of course it was again. The only ‘good’ thing, if you can even call it that, was that the nightmares weren’t every night. They were more frequent then she would prefer but they weren’t exactly plaguing them both. “Can you tell me about it?” Dessie had slid closer to him, keeping her voice quiet and calm even as she pulled him into a comforting embrace. Much like she would if Sarah started to cry. It wasn’t something she did lightly. It went against everything she had been through when she was a child but she trusted Nate. She believed him and knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

She sat there silent as he debated on if it was worth sharing his nightmare, and didn’t press him when he said he didn’t remember, even if that seemed like a lie. Dessie understood. She wasn’t going to share her own nightmares with him either. Instead she just sat there, holding him close even as he asked to stay like that longer. “Sure,” She said quietly, fine with it.

After another moment or two though she shifted them both so they were laying down once again. He cuddled up to her and rested his head against her chest. Dessie just stared into the darkness, absently running a hand down Nate’s hair. Her own mental demons still lurked in the shadows but she had years, no, decades on learning to live with them. Learning to deal with the darkness and the horrors. Her own childhood was much darker than so many things that went on in this city. At least the youma and the negaverse were creatures that could be fought against. She was able to use her skills to protect those she cared about. Unlike when she was little.

But Nate wasn’t like that. He hadn’t grown up like she had. Hadn’t seen the things she had. “I’m sorry,” She said quietly to the now sleeping Nate. She had brought him here, even if unintentionally, and because of her he stayed. He stayed in this city of magic and madness for her. He even ended up in the war because of her.

“You deserve better,” Dessie muttered before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. In the darkness and quiet she lay there, her mind just not letting it go. Replaying everything. Over and over. There were definite things she needed to come to terms with.

Things that might change her future forever.
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