He eyes Dakota with a skeptical stare as the moon trainee flips between Julie and the War horseman. “I thought you weren’t into bestiality.” He half nods to the others as they arrive—Tedan, Ryan, Kat. A grateful smile as the blonde manages to pull Dakota away from the beckoning creature. But Julie had done something. Now the room was filled with soap. “What the hell?” He tries to step forward, but only plops next to a fallen Ryan.
He shudders when Dakota slams into a wall. Lips press together when he looks up at the Death lead. Crap.
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He calmly stands next to Sandy. Arms are casually crossed as the elevator rises slow. When he looks down he sees trickling water, but he doesn’t panic yet. As long as they can make it to the top, it’s fine. He forces himself to calm down when the water level continues to rise. It’s at his knees. If worse comes to worse, he knows how to swim. The water keeps rising. Something hisses and he lets fear flash in his eyes. Suddenly, everything kicks into hyper drive. Everything is moving too quick for him to think things through. He can only blindly follow her command to jump now. He jumps and keeps running, but when he looks back he’s still staring into her green eyes as she disappears below the water forever.
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He thought he was the only one who knew her. She had always been introverted and quiet, and she had transferred to another base off the island, like a flitting ghost. But then he stares at Saya curiously. “Can I help you?”
She speaks slowly. “I think I know her name without looking. Emmaline.”
Just saying it makes his heart constrict, but he smiles warmly nonetheless. A connection. A connection to the past. He wants to pull the small blonde into a hug. You are the last thing connecting me to the past. Every time I look at you can I see the me from before, and I can remember days filled with snow and laughter.
I have to protect you. You are the last connection to…
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There wasn't much she could think of, really, after she had made her decision. She had accepted this decision, and as she felt her consciousness slowly trickle away, she couldn't help but wonder if it could have all been potentially different.
✖ Main Blessing ✖
The sky was falling.
It was kind of a strange feeling to watch something like this happening, her eyes following the cracks in the sky as they ripped over the battle field - she had been side tracked, sending her troupes before her, going to put some out of her misery while she could. She was irate - a rarity for the little woman. She was also expecting more white hairs to show up after all this.
She would name them Mengyao also.
Running in to stand beside the woman she knew was true - Shaheen - she let a quick notched arrow fly at the woman's target, hoping to offer some reprieve from the battle.
Hearing Mengyao scream from the sidelines, it took everything in her to remember that he was fake. This Mengyao was keeping hers from coming home. Turning to Shaheen, she shared a little look - Let's get this done together.
She would not go home without him.
✖ Main Blessing ✖
A day no one could ever forget - the weather had been lovely, the memory of an island filled with wonder, with buildings in jades and golds, browns and cream colours, littering the city as normal, pocked with little gardens and forests, snaked through with beautiful rivers and small streams that were both nature and man-made.
They had always said that she was raised in the lotus-tinted waters, and thus why the red-eyed artisan always smelled of the flowers - she had been spending her time assisting those around her, who had taken in these strange children from what was known as Amityville, who had come to see what being a horseman was.
She remembered making her way through the town, seeing brilliant faces and loved friends, but, every time they called to her, a word was muddled, almost like white noise. But, she allowed the memory to flow over her, the light, airy feeling of the day washing over her again. But, with memories, one always gained that feeling that they knew what would happen next, and with a breath, she allowed it to play through.
It had been like a rip in time - one moment it was a joyful day, and the next, all hell had broken loose, and bearing over her, a large creature, filled with hatred and insanity loomed over.
It was never the same.
✖[ Main Blessing ✖[
She would tell them today.
She had waited until her other sisters had departed towards their lessons - something she had always hated as a child. Clearing her throat a little, she waltzed in to the main room, where she knew her parents had taken for their quiet time. They had always spent the couple hours without the daughters together, for nothing more than just a breather, but today, they would have a visitor, in the form of their middle daughter.
"Fùqīn, Mǔqīn" She started, taking a few more brave steps toward them, her hands starting to play with her dress a little. "I have something to tell you." It was one thing to practice this in the mirror, to an oledr sister, it was another for her to tell this to her parents.
"What is it, *****" She heard from her father, proud father. Taking a deep breath, she counted the seconds before she blew up.
"I will not be a Scholar, like jie mei. I wish to be like Fùqīn, I want to entertain and create, not remember and write." She stated, lifting her chin up, like she had something to prove. "I can show you that I can do it, I am sure you would not mind one less of a child during the lessons." She quipped, playfully at her mother.
The faces she received would never be forgotten. Her mother, stunned and uncertain if she was willing to let up the reins of one of her children, her father, as proud as a peacock, happy to know that one of his children found her books just as stuffy as he did, at times.
She didn't have to continue the memory to know how it went, the warmth that came from it was enough.
✖ Main Blessing ✖
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn't it?"
Making a small tch'ing sound, she lowered her head to the left, and allowed herself a quick glance over her shoulder, accepting that what she saw there would be what she expected. Standing in her wake, holding on to the string that she dropped was a familiar face, one that looked nearly identical to hers, but younger, more mischeivious.
"Cai." She softly answered, unable to bear looking at her sister, the one directly under her, the scholar. "I would have not left if I knew what would have happened." She answered to her sister, feeling that if she turned around, she would lose herself. Her head drooped a little, expecting to be berated further.
The form known as Cai echoed the sound her sister made earlier, a short tch before looking away. "How does it feel to be alone, I bet you're happy now."
With a sad smile, **** lifted her head a little, attempting to look like it didn't hurt her, as she attempted to set off to continue further. "If I could have traded my place with you, I would have. But you are long gone sister. I love you, still. Please watch over the others, they will be looking up to you." She admitted, before, shakily, starting one foot after the other, red string warming her fingers again as it unravelled through them.
It took everything in her to leave - the idea of turning around and embracing her sister - or who she thought was her sister, and just staying in her embrace . . . but bhe had to keep walking, she had people who were waiting for her. Medea said this was a walk, something that would help. So, why did she feel so bad?
✖ Main Blessing ✖
It was like a blow to her lungs, a strange aching that made her exhale slowly, trying to be as strong as she always tried to be. This was the childhood friend that she had known since she was taller than him - destroying her gardens. But at the same time, he wasn't. This was a King in a world that was slowly disintegration around her, a memory who would only last until she was awoken.
Breathing another sigh out, a red tint showing on her face, she mirrored him, hand on her heart.
"Your words ease an aching heart. I do . . . love you too." She said, very quietly, just loud enough for him to him. "You, and the other you. I am sure that the one you truly remember would be happy to hear that."Dropping her hands lightly, she grabbed one of his, liken to the little one before hand, but in a short movement, thumbing over the back of it, she gave him a sincere smile.
"I cannot say goodbye to you, because it would hurt the most. So I will say, until we meet again, mm?" She admitted after a few more minutes, looking at the hand. "I can only hope for the same words to be told to me when I go home." She finished, before dropping his hand lightly, a slow ache forming from doing such.
Giving him a final look, she awarded the King with another smile, a heartfelt one. "I have to go home now, but, I will hope for your sake." She finished, before giving him the softest hug, and turning to the three she knew would understand the look. The "Let's Go Home" look.
"I will never forget this." She let out, before going to walk toward the exit, feeling this was a good enough place to end. With a warm heart, she wanted to home, and confront her own personal demon - he needed a good talking to.
✖ Pride Minor Blessing ✖
The blade went through, like a knife through butter, making a soft ripping sound as it completed its track. Instantly, there was a weight that lifted from her chest, making her close her eyes and just take the longest breath, one that she felt she had needed for . . . months.
Sure, it didn't clear the voices from her head, but there was something about change this deep that made her feel like she had done something to step in the right direction. Her thoughts were suddenly cut by the sound of a little gasp, her attention returning to the other soul that had come with her, assisting her. It was a few moments, before she recognized the little one who came with her. The little artisan, who rarely left her side, when she was not with her twin. She had asked her to assist her with this change of life.
"*****. . ." She heard, a fuzzy sound, a word she could not remember, as she recalled the memory. But, it didn't hinder the memory, the feeling of bliss returning again. "How does it look?" She heard herself murmur, a strange shyness rushing over her.
But she would not receive the answer, the memory dropping off, with hints of pride and wonderment, the last moments showing her holding a bushel of black hair. She knew it was her own, and the reason she had done it.
✖ Creative Minor Blessing ✖
She had probably spent far more time on this then she should have. She was never really very good at these kinds of things. There was a reason she went to others to have her clothes made, a reason she preferred going to a jewel crafter for accessories or weapons. Sure she could sew when necessary, certainty she could craft her own simple weapons and jewelry, but that didn't mean she was good at it or enjoyed doing it.
And so this. A booth for fright night. The fruit of many days worth of labor, was erected after what had felt like ages past. Each target was hand carved from wood and painted with care. Each dagger had been painstakingly made so that their three weights and balances were exactly the same. Each little feathered accessory to be sold had taken her hours to make, though most were nothing more then simply beads on a string.
One in particular took even longer then the others, one made of teals and blacks, one meant for her good friend. This one was nothing short of a labor of love, of her appreciation for the other woman's kindness and open door. It would never be enough to show how much this particular woman meant to the chieftain, but at least it was a start. She slid the final bead into place and tied the ends together carefully and neatly. She would have to dip the tips of the feathers in bleach to whiten them and then teal dye to finish them off, but for now it was done.
She hoped that ***** would like it.
✖ Vengeful Minor Blessing ✖
After a moment of trying to seek the reason she was getting this ill feeling.
Not that one --- nope. Never seen that. Mengyao's not even listening to me. Hmm. She thought internally, mismatched eyes squinting a bit, before a very familiar face hit her line of sight, which made her squint even more. HER. Her. Name, something. Something with an s? St. St--
"Stormy." Yes.
Walking closer, she gave her a look that basically meant WE ARE TO TALK, before calling her bow finally, notching an arrow and letting it fly. "I believe I have words to speak with you." She could only say, but the way she said it was very specific.
She remembered being blown up still! It didn't help that she still had raw feelings from Edric.
It’s almost like staring into a mirror, except his dark red eyes are replaced by bright blue and he can’t find his usual dimples either. Eva can sense the similarities too. He tilts his head and scrutinizes her. She has a cousin in Wisconsin? He has a cousin in Saskatchewan. Eyes narrow as he reaches for her face and pulls her just a bit closer. “You look an awful lot like me, maybe…?” He presses his lips together, afraid to say it aloud. He doesn’t want to be the only one thinking it, but gears seem to be spinning in her head too.
Cousins. He cups her face tighter. Family. Blood. His last piece of family. He pulls her into a hug and holds her close. He won’t give her up, just like he’d given up his mother and father and aunt and everyone else. He will be there by her side. He will protect her, help her.
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”You have a real knack for this.”
“Really?” He grins as he reloads the rifle. He leans forward, points the gun toward the target. His finger slides toward the trigger, but he doesn’t pull yet. “That makes me really happy.” Finally he squeezes the trigger, and while he doesn’t hit dead center, he at least hits the target. Pride fills him up as he stares at Andrew with an expectant look, waiting for praise.
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”Willie, you can’t just eat the frosting like that. We need to decorate the cookies with them first!” Aunt Nana leans forward to pinch the boy’s nose. “Shame on you!”
“Ow!” The boy reaches for his nose and frowns. “Okay…” His face lights up as he climbs up the chair to stare at the cookies. “Are they done yet?”
“Mmhm!” she chirps, setting the cool tray toward him and a bag of icing is placed in his small hands.
He giggles as he draws faces onto the cookies. He outlines them in pure white sugar and dots them with lowers and circles and other shapes.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:55 pm
”She’s not hurt. She’s asleep.” There’s a difference, but it’s all the same to Elliot. He’s saying something, but he can’t hear it over the sound of his weapon whispering inside his head. He’s going to betray you. The past has come back to haunt you, after all this time. You tried so hard, but only got so far. Just look at the way he’s looking at you—
He holds his head and walks toward tree. He watches Elliot’s back shrink as he walks away. No. He tries to reach for him. Come back. Please. He never meant it. He had tried to protect her please understand. He had given it his all. Why couldn’t he see that? Please…And so the soon-to-be king went mad with grief.
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He walks into the battlefield with the silver king’s spear in his gloved hand. His grip loosens, but then tightens suddenly as he approached what had once appeared to be his queen, his Corporal. But by now, as he stares at its black, dripping form, he realizes that it was never Ryan to begin with. It was something else altogether. It was the one that had attacked him, not Ryan. There is a spark of anger, but his expression remains cold. There isn’t much to say as he raises the spear—the silver king’s own spear—and strikes.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:55 pm
He bristles when he senses another presence. “Do you feel that?” he hisses to Jake before his cannons click quietly. Behind the gas mask he spots the baku and answers calmly, “I could ask you the same thing.” His choice is easy. If he doesn’t destroy her now, his desires will never be fulfilled and he will never get what he wants. His head tilts slightly before he aims a cannon at the Red King. “I hope you brought a mask.”
And everything turns bright poisonous green.
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”What is…?” He’s wiping the flour off his arms and clothes while giving the cookie the strangest look. He’s not sure whether to feel horrified or perplexed, so he does both. A quick look to Clerise reveals a redhead glowing with pride. He can only wish he could feel the same, but it seems he’s feeling the absolute opposite.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters as she slaps him on the back. He stumbles forward, but reluctantly grabs a bag of icing. “I don’t even know what to do with this…”
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[ Reproachful Incident ]
"In your kokoro, everyone is a winner. Now! Swim and be free! Feel the water racing against your skin!"
She felt a rippling disappointment go through her core. Yes, it was nice that everyone could share the pool. If Allan said something, she was proud of it.
But she couldn't help but feel if she'd just gone a LITTLE faster ... Maybe ...
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She'd always thought to lose herself would be the most painful experience before there was an utter nothingness. Only a half-truth it appeared as those final moments had finally come down upon her. "I did it." It wasn't really a voice anymore but a strong thought coming through her as her eyes were closing. Murmurs around her faded into the same nothingness she was going to. A bouncing and giddy version of her still remained as her memories continued to play onward like a broken record continually skidding across the disc.
From the first steps she had taken in here she had known it was going to come to this but rather than the same apprehension she had shown prior she felt nothing now but a fearless calm. Creation was waiting for her - knowledge was waiting for her. History of her own memories was still coming to light and she continued to smile, holding onto them was the last thing she could do.
So much, she'd done so much that she could call it proud though she lay there now, waiting for it. It was less of a bittersweet moment than she had come to expect and her eyes slowly closed. Regrets? She couldn't bear to think of any even if she had them. Curious even to the last she wanted to know if it really was the end, if this was her final stop.
Frigid at first she felt her body twitch as the darkness enveloping her slowly began turning into a warmth - an invisible light among the darkness if you will. Memories endlessly played on while the coldness was kept at bay. Knowing full well that soon she would fade into a nothingness herself she allowed them to haunt until the final icy chill found her once more.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:57 pm
Thean walked towards the crown, overwhelmed by green. She knows what she must do. Offer her heart. She started to grab, instantly regretting. But why couldn't she stop? She felt awful, but return what they gave she must.
She heard a terrible ripping, her heart. She pulled it free hearing she had made the right choice. Did she really? Losing all what she had gained would be hard. She only remembered snippets now, only fragments, like the little lights that had guided her. But she had to let go. Figures shouting, coming closer. Why? She felt empty, they were people who cared? But who would care?
Everything fades around her. She hears a name being called in the distance, but it didn't matter. She was gone already. She dissipated with sadness.
Or so he thought. He had given his heart away to the goddesses more because he was afraid. He was frightened, and with each memory he grew even more solidified in that cause. WHat else was he to do? Sit around and hide?
it took even the barest bit of backbone to go to the shrine that day. Maybe that was a sign there was hope for him yet.
Not now though, not yet. He felt himself losing the body he carefully constructed around the heart. His blue core, pulsating slowrr and slower. This was the end wasn't it? He was to die like this. Afraid, and alone.
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Memory 1:
There was a fresh scent of pine and a cool breeze. He was not home, he was on the outskirts.
He had grown up in vancouver... not downtown perhaps, but in the suburbs surrounding. Sure he spent time in the city, what canadian kid didn't?
He was north of his hometown now, in the area with less buildings and more green. It was a crisp cold day, and the mountains hovered in the background with snowy caps.
It was nothing but a sensory memory, but it still left him calm... It was a day before he was leaving. Leavig all of this behind, and he wanted to enjoy it.
Memory 2:
"You are mine." The voice whispered through his head, deep and rumbly... leaving a sense of malice and foreboding behind. He also thought he could smell the ocean, hear it as if he had a shell next to his ear this very instant.
Were all weapons supposed to scare you at first? Was this... some sort of trial in itself?
Memory 3:
The last thing he saw left him smiling. It was a memory of him talking with another, the other answering all the questions he fired off without blinking an eye. He did not seem to mind he was a total newbie... he was helpful, and king.
He felt a sort of camaraderie with this one, and knew that if he asked him to do something it was more likely than not he would.
Another name was thought of, but when this one came about... all he remembered was duckie boots.
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