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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2020 9:07 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2020 11:04 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2020 2:56 pm
✻ BURN NOTICE ✻_________________________________________________________________________ As with most other nights, Narcissus is minding his own business, tending to his chores, when he is interrupted by the White Moon. A pair of a senshi and a knight are looking for a fight, and Narcissus escapes through a mirror and winds up in front of another White Moon senshi. The night's not going so well, is it?
Burn Notice Status ▼ Ongoing PRP Word Count ▼ ???
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2020 5:41 pm
✻ ONE MEMORY ✻
_________________________________________________________________________ He twisted the vial over and over between his fingers. It didn't look especially remarkable. It sort of resembled one of the tiny bottles of 'sample' alcohol one might find in the front of a liquor store. Small, with only just a swallow of golden, swirling liquid inside. He'd found it on his most recent venture into Mirrorscape, and some sort of magic had told him immediately what it was once he'd come into contact with it.
Of course he was interested. Basyl didn't think he should be because drinking randomly placed magical liquids seemed unwise, and curiously exploring the memories of his past life went against his whole belief that he should stay grounded in the now and not focus his attentions on 'dead' planets and past existences...
He was a Dark Mirror senshi. They had no connection to the past and their planet, and that didn't bother Basyl.
But there had once been a whole world that was his, a whole planet that he shared magic with. The husk of it was still out there, somewhere in the galaxy, unable to connect with him and waiting in darkness until it could... If current information was to be believed, anyway. Basyl would be the first to admit that it was all a little outlandish. And magic was hard to use as a reason for anything to a man of science. It just... didn't make sense to worry about a dead planet when he was here living a life on this one.
The little vial had only one memory in it, though. It wasn't like he was surrendering his values just because of one memory in one bottle. He turned the vial over in his fingers, heart fluttering in anticipation is the liquid swirled behind the glass.
Knowing what it had been like then could help him better understand what was happening now. It wasn't like he had much luck utilizing the magic he was supposed to have, and maybe the Narcissus of the past would have some sort of guidance, even if there was no means of actually communicating between then and now. To see the plane where all of his magic had once gotten its power-
Oh, god. Did he really want to do this- it could be freaking poison for all the certainty he had of what any magical artifact really was, and everything seemed especially untrustworthy despite how Basyl desperately wanted to believe it wasn't-
And he wanted to trust Mirrorspace. It had handed him this little bottle, so if he wanted to put his faith in it, he really only had to start with this.
Maybe it was poison, maybe it wasn't.
He hoped it wasn't.
He touched the little glass vial to his lips, heart fluttering in anticipation and worry and fear and- If he thought too hard about it, he'd never do anything. Basyl tipped it back sharply, pleasantly relieved that there was no sharp, acrid flavor. It was just one, sweet swallow. ...But then antifreeze was also sweet, so that wasn't exactly an indicator of if something was dangerous to him.
Those thoughts were probably better kept out of his mind.
The temptation to make himself vomit and forget all this had happened was certainly there, but Basyl took a quiet, shuddering breath and made himself move to sit on the bed. He didn't want to be flopping around if some kind of vision did take hold of him.
But that wasn't quite what gripped him. Basyl was still perfectly aware of himself in his bedroom, sitting on the bed, but a blossoming thought entered his mind, like a gentle beacon. If he concentrated on that thought, it manifested like any other memory, like a shimmery thread that he only had to tug on to bring forth the whole spool. And with that tug, it unraveled, spilling over as fluttery thoughts of information.
One Memory Status ▼ Complete Solo Word Count ▼ 651
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2020 3:19 pm
✻ NARCISSUS ✻
_________________________________________________________________________ He was a young boy, a teenager with silver skin that caught the light and made him look like an opal. Long, lavender hair billowed behind him, caught only by the tie near the very end of it. When he flicked his tongue over his teeth, thinking, thinking, thinking, they were sharp, pointed.
A girl stood in front of him, with skin like a clear ocean and curls that looked like rippling waves. Her gaze was downcast, head bowed politely, but as he walked, she took up a stride at his side. She carried a notebook with her, and she flicked it open as they moved down a path lined with tall columns, with a whispering stream flowing to either side of the path. Grey light crept in between the columns. They were outside, and the sky was overcast.
"There is an Astóci girl waiting to meet with you. She said she has come far, from a lagoon in Dahati. They haven't sent any representatives in..." Her gaze wandered to the notepad and hung there for several long seconds. "Four cycles of the moon: a bit longer than most. She is also... quite a bit younger than usual." Her dark eyes were like smooth stones at the bottom of a clear pond, and she pinned an inquisitive gaze on Narcissus.
When he looked into her eyes, he felt something like a wellspring of emotion not his own: there was concern, confusion, a spark of trust, devotion. Narcissus looked ahead, and the feeling was immediately gone. "I don't suppose age matters..."
Basyl's attention fluttered. He was so young. Why was his voice so hollow?
The girl with him nodded. "Your Evengís council will decide what to do with her afterwards, unless you already had something in mind, of course? Already so many are getting... impatient and rowdy..."
"No."
Basyl reached for some information on what was happening. Who was he to this world? Their senshi, obviously, but what more than that? There were people waiting to meet with him. He had a council, but when he scoured the threads of this memory, nothing was forthcoming. Narcissus' thoughts felt hollow, and there was nothing more presented than what his eyes could see and his ears could hear.
They moved down the path, and when they approached the building, the girl who'd walked with him (still unnamed to Basyl) waited outside, giving a small incline of her head as Narcissus entered alone. Yet he was not alone, once inside. Another girl waited, likely the Astóci he was to meet with. She was quite a bit shorter than him, with massive eyes and ears and, when she flashed a brief and chilly smile to Narcissus, he was very aware of how flat her teeth were.
What a bizarre and specific thing to note, Basyl thought.
Narcissus tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and cleared his throat. Though he didn't call a spell as Basyl would have if he were to use Narcissus' magic, Basyl was immediately aware that this Narcissus was using his magic on the girl. The same spell he had used once on Rakovanite, to make him feel unwanted... Her posture faltered slightly, and her eyes glanced fleetingly to him. In that second, Narcissus caught just a quick glimpse of dread and fear. Fear of him. Her eyes fell back to the floor.
His magic still swirled in that radius around them, and Narcissus moved closer to her. "Your people usually send someone a bit older," he commented gently.
Her shoulders lifted in a loose, noncommittal shrug. "Guess the usual representatives had more to offer the village than they thought I ever could. No potential. No reason to stay. That's how it is, sometimes."
Why was he doing this? Something seemed... eerie all of a sudden. Basyl took in a breath and tried to focus.
Narcissus fingers (his nails were black and unbelievably long, like talons, Basyl thought) grazed the girl's cheek, gently petting strands of dark hair behind her ear. "Everyone has potential. Everyone has something they offer to the world. Sometimes it is harder for others to see. What's your name?"
Her breath shuddered. She squeezed her eyes shut, then murmured. "Nilosea." And then she was looking back at him. Narcissus looked into her eyes, and he could feel the storm of her emotions toward him. Where it felt so suddenly and so plainly like her friends and family and lagoon had rejected her, had sent her away to be an Astóci representative, it was at least nice in these moments to feel like their senshi wanted her, respected her. If this was where her life had brought her, to be here for him, for him, she could accept that.
And Narcissus thought that giving her even that moment of acceptance was better than nothing.
What was she accepting? What were they doing? Why had she been sent to Narcissus? What was an Astóci representative? He'd used his magic on her! Why, why, why?
Basyl's thoughts reeled as Narcissus slowly slipped behind the girl.
Circling, predatory.
His long dark nails skimmed over her shoulder, gently dusting dark hair away from the back of her neck, exposing that little notch of bone at the top of her spine. The Evengís would decide who claimed her. Even though she had come as an offering to him, his whole species needed to eat-
Needed to eat?
-And in the absence of other sources, the Astóci were all that was left. No matter what Narcissus wanted, he couldn't afford to send offerings away. His species depended on him. His world depended on them. Their executioner.
There was only an instant where Basyl was aware of Narcissus' sharp teeth rending through bone before he yanked his focus away from the memory. He stopped following that spool of thought and abandoned it as his widened eyes searched for anything in his own bedroom he could distract himself with: his schoolbooks, his fishtanks, his open binder of collectable cards, and a shelf full of small miniature figurines.
His stomach rolled. He felt suddenly sick.
His past life, the Narcissus that had existed... millennia ago... He'd been a murderer? His world's executioner. And he'd used his magic to influence his victims into wanting to die for him. Was that really the person he'd been...? Was Basyl just the reincarnation of a manipulative murderer?
Narcissus Status ▼ Complete Solo Word Count ▼ 1067
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2020 3:20 pm
✻ ROOM FOR ONE MORE? ✻_________________________________________________________________________ Through absolutely no will of his own, Narcissus finds himself teleported to a strange village from which there is no escape. A terrifying monster lurks in the dark, waiting to catch those who are off their guard. For safety, he elects to stay in a shelter with another senshi, and the agent he keeps going up against in the city...
Room for One More? Status ▼ Complete PRP Word Count ▼ 3261
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2020 3:21 pm
✻ THE HUNT ✻_________________________________________________________________________ Tough he hasn't been trapped in the village long, Narcissus is starting to feel exponentially drained by the sheer fright and uncertainty this challenge poses. He doesn't like to leave the shelter, but he knows he should force himself to go outside and scavenge for resources, supplies, and a way home. His search leads him to the trees, where strange talismans of unknown origin have been hung.
The Hunt Status ▼ Complete Solo Word Count ▼ 699
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