Mixi didn't feel the next memory coming so much as it arrived, quietly, with no herald of its approach other than a cool blanket falling over everything. Even the temperature seemed to dip in the white space as the light dimmed from harshness and little lights started to twinkle overhead.
Closing her eyes the Famine filly tilted her head back as a voice that she could never forget began to fill the space. It was not a voice given to storytelling but for the Starweaver's tales, for the things her beloved sister shared with her, Camixi could listen forever.
'That's where the stars in the sky came from, you know.' Her voice was very sure of itself, sure in a way that the tiny girl next to Mimsy's younger self thought she would never be. 'We put them there. Not you, perhaps, but others like me. Starweavers.' Thin, pale fingers moved out towards the stars that they laid beneath as if she would move one the tiniest bit.
Awed by an older sister she believed without hesitation that Mimsy could move the stars in the sky, could reorder the heavens, because she was special. She, Camixi, was just a little bug. A sunbeam, according to her mother, a little love, according to her other mother. But not the kind of existence that could move the stars in the sky with her willpower.
Worse was that Mimsy had never intended her statement to be cruel. Cruelty towards her family was not in the elder filly's mind or heart. It was simply fact to her. Mimsy could move the stars. Her younger sister could not.
Every time Camixi looked up at the stars she tried to check them, to see if they had been changed. One day she thought that perhaps a message might be written up there for her to see. Placed there by her sister for the world to know that somoene was thinking of a little Famine girl with the most impressive sister.'
Lips curved as the memory both stung and soothed. She'd outgrown the belief that her sister could re-order the stars in the skies but there were so many more impressive things that Mimsy did that it hardly mattered. "You'll always be the biggest sister. I hope I can see you soon."
She did what anyone else would do – she went to confront whatever it was that was attacking them. It was attacking right?
She didn’t get to ponder that for too long – as when she neared she found herself no longer in Dusk, but somewhere strange and white. Void.
Sen Shi could feel herself being lost here – spending eternity in this strange place lost and alone… No. No she couldn’t let that happen. That couldn’t be. No.
She looked around at the white – and an image formed in her mind. A white background with a spot of black on it. Ink. Ah, yes. The day she’d decided to become a master in the art of calligraphy. There had been something about that spot of ink she’d dripped on the white table. Something that called to her. Something in the depths of the ink that she liked. It was full and warm – not like this place, this cold void.
She thought about that day, that moment. She’d held the brush and the ink had dripped, and she’d set the brush down again just so she could clean up the mess. Instead she’d sat and looked at it. There was something so perfect about it that she didn’t want to clean it up.
Ink. It was going to be her life’s calling. She knew that in that very moment. Inks and paints, truthfully, but mostly ink.. Sen Shi smiled at the memory. It felt like so long ago. So far away. She looked down at her fingers, ink-stained from her morning’s work. It had been a good choice.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 8:21 pm
Another memory followed the first. Not of ink this time, but of her friend. Her name was Rome, and she lived with Sen Shi for ages. A Bright Little Bird – a pretty little bird. Her best friend. She could see Rome in the garden. The bird ha d a fondness for flowers. Mostly for eating them, though she also seemed to nuzzle them. Sen Shi wasn’t sure why, but she never questioned it. It was cute and didn’t hurt anyone.
Rome had been in the garden, stepping from flower to flower, pecking off petals and leaves, rubbing her head against them, sometimes sitting under them for a time. Sen Shi had watched her four hours, just sitting there with her inks and her paper, though she hadn’t done much actual work. Lots fo talking and bird watching. It had been a warm day, with lots of light, lots of laughter.
Who…who had she been laughing with? Sen Shi didn’t know. She couldn’t see that. All she could see was Rome, among the flowers. Maybe it had just been the two of them. She did often talk to Rome, after all. She told her everything. Everday when she returned home she told Rome all about it.
That must have been it. She had been telling Rome about her day, about the horseman selling silks that had tried to sell her something ugly. Right! Right! That had been it! Just her talking to her pet bird, alone in the garden.
Sen Shi smiled, more at the memory than at the mystery being solved.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 10:33 pm
This was more to what she had envisioned happening when that War clansman had tempted fate and gone to touch the crystal. It wasn't exact with someone in the vicinity of the shards falling into a berserk state and everyone having to band together to cull them into normalcy. But something had emerged, twisted and probably angry and engulfing everyone that neared into a weird white void.
Elaia held her hand out, seeing if there was a sort of presence with the nothingness around. It felt almost like the white room she had woken up in a few days prior but much much more boring. And there anything else cool to look at and not much else to do but stare up at the imposing figure.
Fighting physically was useless as well, she came to discover as her weapon wouldn't summon and there was a demand of something else from her and others who had ventured already; this was turning out less and less like her desire the more she stood there! Her lips mulled together is disappointment as she sighed heavily and racked her brain. (Why was she having to think so much recently? It was annoying).
Fleeting images passed her by, ones that she felt would have been decent enough memories to offer; the first time she had met Terr (the first time she kicked Terr in the side), the time she had been appointed as a Guardian finally, the first time she had finally gone up the volcano. That time with the polar bear, her first kiss, her first heartbreak, the first time she punched someone that wasn't in a spar. No, something dug up even deeper, shifting so far back into her mind to pull out something she didn't think up often because it had been so long ago; when she was just a small foal, still new to the worlds and ways.
The first spar with her mother during one of her many visits to the Death commons. It had been a cherished time, the first time she got to finally use her scimitar that had been carefully and lovingly crafted by her father for her to use; and so much larger than her little hands could hold. Of course Elaia hadn't won, not like in their mock fights but her mother hadn't belittled her for her efforts, carefully making pointers on how to move and act with the large weapon.
It made the Guardian smile, thinking fondly of something she had stored away for so long, able to drudge it up at such a time. It was nice.
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name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 10:44 pm
Perhaps it was still the effects of the mirror that had her mind still digging so deeply, those for interactions of live and affection that a young foal could remember; the first memories that caught hold and couldn't be let go even after so many years (and Horsemen had so many many years).
Elaia closed her eyes as the white nothing continued to surround her and the stillness of the air still passed her ears. Her head tilted ever so slightly as more played through, backwards as if rewinding. Even further than that spar to her other parent that had helped bring her into this world.
The first time he had brought her into the forge, allowing her to play among his tools in his workshop. Carefully minding her as to make sure she find a way to break herself, of course. He had showed her what each hammer did and how even the smallest was able to muster up the quality in a gem; that any size could bring out the best of something. There had probably been hope that she would take after him and take up the call of a crafter but she had never taken the mind for such things, almost forgetting instantly what each thing he showed her did (or maybe she did recall it, she was oddly good with those computers). The small foal was too much like her mother, wild and free and had a thirst for fighting.
That was why he had made her the strongest weapon he could, poured his heart into it as in a way of himself staying by her side and keeping her safe. Always.
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name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 11:17 pm
When the crystal had first splintered, pieces falling to the ground, there had been obvious concern but not immediate action. He had not been in the area, had not heard the terrible crack or the fall to the street. He was just aware.
On his return to the Dusk, it was hard to ignore the creaks and awful shift of the crystal that loomed above them as it splintered further in its slow possible demise. It was hard to miss the form that emerged that called for something and engulfed everything in a milky white that was oh so familiar. There was also not much he could do but stare up, there seemed to be no fight in him or thoughts of escape. He just stood there in the defensive as the memories drudged up on their own as if picking and choose the best one to offer.
There were always many prominent ones that refreshed easily during his day to day, familiar things that could recall them. And he knew there were so many missing, not because of the events prior to this day that hard sparked many to question what was going on but because of mishaps in his work and training. His memory was awful, he knew it but it didn't hinder him. Meelo never let it get to him, just made do with what he had.
There was one such memory he never thought would resurface though, lost without knowing it had been forgotten really but somehow plucked from the synapses of his mind. Wanting him to remember.
Her.
They had been on common grounds, no clan specific floors and he had seen her from afar in the mess of a crowd. They had locked eyes and she had smiled so brightly that it seeped into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. He had wanted to introduce himself right away, to catch her name, what clan she was from (it was hard to tell in the sea of horsemen), to know every detail of her life and to press his lips against hers. All there was was a look but he was already so smitten.
But the crowd closed before them and to no avail could he get to her. She had looked as distressed as he had, losing him to the crowd.
And he never saw her again.
"Aaa," annoyed, he scratching at his temple. Of all things to remember, it had to be a missed opportunity like that.
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name: Meelo journal:A link! clan: War (Soldier) arcana: Hermit description: Tall, tanned, lean, toned and tattooed. His brown hair is pulled into a man bun with part of the sides shaved. Eyes are green, clothes are barely there, a smile always present and wings are large, tan with red markings.
An endless white that seemed far too quiet even for silence, where there was nothing making a single sound... not even the sound of the wind.
It surrounded Vania far too easily than she liked to admit, and she found herself wandering for what seemed to be hours... or minutes. Who could tell how long it had been? Was there even time in this place of wrongness?
There was a pulse in her blood, and Vania blinked a few times before closing her eyes, an image coming into mind.
It was a feather, blowing in the wind... and staring at the image, trying to get it to come more into focus... made her realize that it was her feather.
That's right.
That had been her first happy memory -- her first moment of flying. Taking to the air and just soaring in the breeze...
Vania had always been a late bloomer, staring at the other War fliers while she remained grounded... and she couldn't remember if she was afraid of flying, afraid of heights, or afraid of trying and failing... but she knew for sure that she hadn't wanted to be laughed or jeered at if she messed up.
It had taken her a long time, but by the time she actually did...
Well. It had taken some practice, but it was worth it, in the end.
Wings flaring, Vania bared her teeth and braced herself for a retaliating attack... if there was one.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 3:17 am
it wasn't even as if she'd meant to be here, obviously, since she'd just been walking, her nose buried in a book as always, when the entire world decided it was done with, well, doing whatever a world was supposed to do, apparently.
--
when the warping stopped she found herself in nothingness; everything around her before, the entirety of the dusk, had simply vanished. if anything, the white void was somewhat of a welcome respite -- blessed, peaceful white space, negative space, of course, any space was negative if you were determined, for whatever stupid reason, to find fault with anything and everything, to make sure you were always miserable. but it hadn't always been this way, had it? it was just that the world needed balance and if that balance shifted, if there was no light, then only darkness and despair and that horrible feeling of loneliness was left, and what were you supposed to do with that? she didn't have any answers, not the right ones at least - it didn't matter ultimately if she knew all the facts about foxfire rains and it didn't matter whether she perfected the study of rituals and it didn't matter what she read or what she wrote down in that stupid notebook - you could only trick yourself for so long.
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reine didn't remember the words anymore, but they were both yelling things they could never take back, and she was close to tears -- and the sun was warm on her skin, the sky too blue, a perfect day for a perfect storm.
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Chao heard a loud crack and turned in time to see the red crystal break even more. Shards where everywhere and something else was coming out of the crystal. As she approached the crystal, she found herself suddenly warped to a strange white world. Everything was white and it looked like there was no escape.
Chao thought of her time as a horseman and one memory stood out.
It was about an egg. An egg she had gotten from a war horseman who seemed to have a lot off eggs, and didn’t seem too happy about it. Chao had been very careful with the egg, despite being covered in small flames the minipet egg didn’t burn and it was warm to the touch. When she got back to her room on the conquest floor she had very carefully placed the egg so that it was sitting half in one of her tea cups. It wouldn’t roll away that way. She tried to think of a way to keep the egg warm, it was covered in fire so putting it in hot water was out of the question. It was possible that she could find a fire somewhere and stick the egg there until it hatched. She tried looking the egg up in the Minipedia but was unable to find the egg. Strange, maybe it was a rare mini pet? But the war horseman seemed like he had a bunch of them. Oh maybe it was a new type of mini pet that they had breed. Lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice the flame dying down on the egg until she heard a crack. Chao whirled around immediately and saw a large crack had formed on the egg, worry took over as she watched the egg break. The crack became larger until the area shatter and fell revealing a tiny Kio Phoenix trying to peck its way out of its shell. She was relieved that her new friend was all right and quickly helped the little bird get the shell off.
That was the memory of how she met Asagi, the minipet liked to follow her around, she wondered where he was right now, and hopefully he wasn’t trapped in the void as well. +5 Boss Damage Total Boss Damage so far: 190
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 11:01 am
The crystal was breaking so much and it wasn't like Kyrie had any idea of what to do. She sighed deeply and in mid blink found herself in a white world filled with, well nothing. There was nothing and she felt rather empty. There was a strange struggling in her mind as she grasped for something, anything to fill her mind and...
She could see something.. It was so rough and vague but she could see the slight image forming.
She shrugged a bit and she found herself wanting to laugh at the thought. It gave her a feeling of being able to win. There was also a feeling of wildness and freedom. It was a great image, of a faded rose. She smiled and held onto the pale image and chuckled.
She could feel the memory of the rose filling her, it was a flower that had been growing in the middle of a field and she was kneeling by it, smelling the faint scent of it rising on the wind fresh roses and a cool breeze. She sighed and leaned back in the grass.
She was waiting for someone and was wondering if they were going to show up, it had been a good day and they had shown up and had a nice time, even if they were from other clans. Maybe even because of that. Death and Conquest spending time together.
They was no way she could not feel good about this memory.
The power was back, they had restored the Fear supply and even if Cain had been late he was feeling good about everything in that moment. Then it happened, a loud crack that drew everyone arounds attention, including his own. To the crystal his gaze was drawn, watching as red fragments littered around the crumbling crystal. Why, this was all he could think as he watched. Why was this happening?! How was next...how could they stop it!
There had to be a way... as many flew from the window Cain got the itch, he had to do something. He had to do it fast unlike with the fear gathering. It was now, now was the time to act and he did. The Death Guardian rushed towards the forming shape at the base of the crystal, intent on going with the physical option, using all he had to- to do whatever he could! But as he drew closer something was clearly off, everything slowed, everything was wrong...then everything became...
Nothing.
The infinite white disorientated the horseman for what felt like forever, causing him to just stop and stare. Looking one way then another for someway out. Cain felt his hands start to shake, no tremble, it was his own fear trying to consume him. A little voice in his head telling him this was how it went, it went with nothing. Hands clutched head and into the white Cain let out a growl of frustration, trying to think. Trying but failing being isolated, it was...to much.
For a good few minutes to calm himself he simply stood, holding his head and breathing. As he did Cain tried to call on memory to not feel so alone. When one finally came to lite it was small, books, just books? No these were her books...the ones she left scattered all around his room. The ones that he left every time they were discovered untouched so they would - Cain wrinkled his nose trying for more. The memory exploded in a color burst, a burst of her scent. That's why he left them untouched, they smelled of her and that scent surrounded him, made him feel relaxed. The memory was just of him, looking over the books, wondering but knowing why she had left them there...
Because she was there for him...even when she wasn't.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 3:50 pm
Something oozed from the crystal, and he, like many others who flew, ran, approached, and observed, had to do something about it. But the entity within overwhelmed him as easily as a storm wind bent a blade of grass, and the dark horseman found himself in a realm of white.
White. Helle had been as pale as they had come, white haired, white skinned, only with dark eyes that seemed like entrances to the abyss to contrast. The priestess had been his charge even before they had become lovers, in the manner of tradition that Death Clan all but expected between such couplings. He hadn't meant to, of course, having seen the relationship as a danger to his duty--that a guardian must protect all and not just one--but in this world and the next, Bjornbrandr had a lover's heart that could and would override his logic.
He didn't want to remember this. Didn't want to remember that they had had a newborn foal together, young Sif, with his dark hair and her mother's dark eyes and snow white skin, who had loved to chase anything that moved, who was going to be his young huntress. Didn't want to remember the quiet conversation he had with them both on very different things, on what creature to hunt for decoration, on what story to hear for bed this time, on why Maebe was not a good influence to be around, friend or not; or the wordless conversations they had with Helle's priestess powers, through that bond she could share with him as a guardian.
He did not want to relive the memories of his loss, and so he gave them willingly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 9:14 pm
The crystal being anything but green had been alarming, but it was just the first sign of a mystery that was soon turning into a major breakdown. The crystal went from the wrong color to then loosing it's color and cracking. They tried. They called tried and all went to work to gather the energy that would hopefully make the crystal stable and mend before they could go back to investigating what was bringing on these changes in the first place. They had done well in that, and reports had been passed around that all the horsemen were working overtime and pulling together to get everyone back online.
Yet, just as they stared at the crystal in hopes that things would turn around, they got worse. The crackling them split and shattered, dropping a rain of broken crystal down upon them all, and from it seeped like gelatinous oil a figure they had never seen before. Memories flickered, but in the vastness of all that was strange and startling, there had been white.
A white that made them think of the Tower's decor. A white that made them think of so many buildings operated by the horsemen.
But then what they thought wasn't even there too, and that diluted like white paint in water.
And they was there, present, but among the nothing, and they thought of something as the world melted with them.
Melting.
A small smile came as them thought of the strange human world that they got to explore with Rep. A accident to be there, but a happy one. It was something that they didn't want to forget. It was a time and place, and while the icecream was overly sweet, they remembered how cold it was, how it felt in his hands, the sun beaming down on them, and how Rep liked it and wished there was more at the Tower. They had thought it would have been nice to get some and surprise the War horsemen. If they forgot, they forgot precious things.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 2:00 pm
The crystal came apart with a crack that filled Ellaren with nothing but dread. She'd been watching it again, now that they had finished gathering all the Fear they needed to restore power to their homes on the clan floor. She hadn't expected the cracks to mend themselves, but she'd held a small hope that perhaps they wouldn't get any worse until they'd had time to study the problem and find a solution. In retrospect that had been a foolish and illogical hope. The crystal's condition had never showed any sign of anything but decline.
Still, seeing it come apart the way it just had had been a shock and to see something come out of it...Was that the problem then? Some form of sabotage? She had never been one to let anger get to her head, but swarming was her calling. She moved with barely a second thought, calling on her weapon as she rushed out to meet the threat alongside so many other horsemen. And then, abruptly, she was alone in an empty white space that stretched out like an endless void. Confusion reared up and then, slow and steady, despair followed it.
It had been a long time now, it seemed like, since she had felt so alone. It had never been quite so literal a thing, but the feeling wasn't so different to this. Just one lone horseman in a field of empty space, no hive to protect and no call to follow. She had fixed that, gradually, filled in her empty world with people who could keep her entertained and watch her back, but that had been where she'd started. She didn't intend to stay here and let herself wallow in that particular brand of misery though. Not this time.
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... what was this?
Rook had no idea as to what exactly had just happened. All he remembered was the huge crystal breaking, something emerging from its fragments to approach him and then this. Nothing but white space that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions.
"What did you do? What do you want from me?" He bristled at the figure, anger, worry and fear all welling up in him at the same time. He needed to get back to Thias. Warn him about this mysterious figure so that he too wouldn't get trapped in this white space.
He began to think about the first time when he met the Famine Sage. It was a rather messy, strange smelling room which he had entered when Kain sent him on an errand to retrieve something for him. Curious as to what the various jars and bottles contained, he initially had intended to take a peek at them, only to have one thing lead to another which resulted in him making a huge mess of it.
It was partly his own fault really for snooping around while Thias was absent from the room for a couple of minutes. But Thias was also partly to blame for surprising him from behind like that which led to arm flailing, surprised yelping and a couple of overturned bottles and jars that immediately shattered upon contact with the floor.
Thias was absolutely livid of course. Rook tried his best to help him with cleaning up the mess and the Famine horseman in turn had helped to patch his badly cut hand with a healing salve that he made himself.
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