He had been with a ghoul and a boy, in a library… full of books. Book bats floated around and they were searching for something. He fiddled with a phone managing to find something… and something else. What he didn’t remember, but what he did remember was burning the book. Flames touched it, licking the edges, threatening to consume the whole thing until the boil grabbed the book and put it out.
The look the ghoul gave him was pure horror.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:18 pm
It hurt.
Zanna felt betrayed by what she believed, never thinking once that, of all the things she was told to sacrifice, she would be told to sacrifice her whole life. What good could she do for anyone if she no longer existed at all? Her heart was gone, placed on a throne of green and creation, but she couldn't have done anything to stop it. She couldn't turn around. This was what her life was. There was no rebelling, only trying to make it out to be the best that it could possibly be, even as the soul-rendering pain ached deep in her chest.
The pain seemed to flow out, too, memories leaking out of her faster than she could attempt to hold onto them. They were fleeing her body, leaving her feeling more deadened to the whole sensation by the moment. Zanna could not quite tell what she was fighting for and fighting against, what she wished to accomplish and how she wished to accomplish it, and why she had been so desperately dedicated to the goddesses.
Did it really matter now?
She had handed over her heart to Creation, but she would never know how it would turn out. Was she really becoming something greater? She had sacrificed, and the ultimate price ended up being her own heart, her own memories, and her own life. As she fragmented further, it hurt, becoming harder and harder to think clearly as memories ran out of her faster than she could understand, leaving her with brief, confusing brushes.
At the last, though, she felt something she could truly grasp. There were people calling for her. There were shouts of her name. Her ... true name. It was not the name of Zanna Kosa she had been stuck with. She knew what her name was all along, didn't she? It was on the tip of her tongue.
But even that faded.
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Maybe she didn't realize that they would be literally requiring her heart, even after she had ripped it out of her chest in a sort of presentation to them. That should have been the final clue along with the other little breadcrumbs that the Goddesses and the whispers had given her. Sacrifice of the self rather than simply the mind, returning to what they had created her from and stealing those memories once again. The ones she had finally gotten back, the ones she was so happy to get back - even though many of them were sad.
She had wanted to remember them all, but now she was just going to forget them again as she hoped to not have to do. What she had sworn herself to when she accepted the gold color. Did it lie to her? Was this all a lie? No, she didn't want to think like that. Maybe something would come to this. Maybe... it was sad though, seeing those memories slip by again. And fade, as did her smile finally as she was nothing once more.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:18 pm
*** swept one of the training staffs into her hand, gaze cold and hard. Lips curled in a snarl as she lunged forward, taking out every bit of frustration that she had on one of the training dummies. Every day... Every day...
In her mind's eye there was a face on the dummy. She began to hit it harder, working through a routine of moves that she had memorized as though they were little more than a dance. Why couldn't she do this in front of the others when it mattered. Why?
Letting out another furious shriek she brought the staff down, met with the sound of a loud crack as the staff split, splintering into pieces around her. Her only lingering thought was the wish that it hadn't been the dummy that she had just brutalized; that it had, instead, been the one that had filled her with the rage that had incited the attack.
It's ringing in his head, settling down into his mind, drifting almost aimlessly. It's pleasant; he likes the way it makes him feel, but he especially likes the way it makes his stomach twist happily, the way it makes his cheeks flush pink with pleasure.
He can see her, up ahead; if he reaches for her, he might be able to grab her hand, but she's giggling and darting out of range, and he follows after her like a puppy, still trying to get to her.
She blows him a kiss - her hair is very red in the sunlight, which peeks through the fog like rays of filtered gold, and it's brief; they don't get much sun here, the clouds usually covering it in favor of the heavy fog and the grey.
She stretches out her hand.
He reaches to grasp it.
"Come on, Sherlock."
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"You don't really want this."
He looks up from his book, an expression of mild confusion touching his tanned face. She's sitting on the bed beside him, her legs over the side of it, and her arms are at her sides, hands resting on the edge of the bed.
"Don't want what?" he asks lightly.
There's a slight pause before she responds.
"This."
He tilts his head and studies her back, the elegant planes of her bare shoulders. "This meaning..." he asks slowly, but a part of him already knows what's coming, a part of him already knows where this conversation is going because he's heard it all before.
"This. You. Me. Together. You don't really want it."
He sighs and closes the book, setting it aside. "Angie..." he starts to say, and his fingers touch her waist, but she's already pushed herself up, reaching for her clothes.
"No," she says, and pulls on her shirt, her blonde hair ruffled by the movement. "Look, I said I would go out with you, but you don't seem to want to go out with me. Not after last night."
He sits up slowly. This has to be handled carefully, words chosen with great care and caution. "You said we didn't have to be mutually exclusive," he says. "You said you were okay with dating other people while we were together because we weren't ever really together."
"Other people," she says, and snorts. "Like girls. Not - "
Something in his face hardens, an almost irritated expression passing over it. But then it disappears, just as quickly. "What?" he asks, keeping his tone deliberately light, deliberately casual. "Angie, if this is about Patrick, it's nothing serious."
She whirls on him. "You sleep with another man and it's 'nothing serious? Really?'"
He's used to the anger, the disbelief. He shakes it off like a duck shakes water off its back. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," he says calmly. "So what if I'm attracted to him? I'm attracted to you, aren't I? I like you, and I chose you, so why isn't that enough?"
"It's not that - "
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"Are you ready?"
He's wearing a petulant expression that's most unbecoming of someone of his social level. Dressed in flowing robes of the deepest blue and edged with gold, he stands with his head held high and his hair pinned back expertly, a scowl on his face.
"Stop that." His mother gently taps his cheek. "Your face will stay like that if you keep making such an ugly face."
He glares at her, but she's smiling, her fingers warm and reassuring. He doesn't want to do this, but she's guiding him towards the door anyway, and he steps out into the courtyard, the sun bright and blinding overhead. He squints, resisting the urge to shade his eyes, and follows his mother along the pathway towards the gardens.
"Here."
There are other children up here, several of them. He watches them with a muted look, trying to stay hidden behind his mother's voluminous skirts, but she tugs him out anyway.
"These are going to be your companions from now on," she says with a smile, and nudges him forward. "Come on, little one, there's no need to be hesitant. They will treat you well."
It's not a matter of being treated well, but grudgingly he steps forward anyway. There are three of them - two girls and one boy, all around the same age as he is; they're dressed in simpler clothing than he, none of the extravagant palace robes he is so used to.
He looks back at his mother, who has taken a few steps away, giving him an encouraging nod. He sighs and turns back to his new "friends."
"What are your names?" he asks, a bit too imperiously, and his face colors. He tries to keep his composure, his chin held high.
"Junjie," says the boy. "My name is Junjie." He gestures towards the second girl. "This is Lan - "
She elbows him hard in the ribs. "I can introduce myself, thank you."
Lan is the only one who wears similar clothes. He recognizes her, of course; they are related in some way or another, and she straightens her gold dress and gives him a curt nod.
He turns to the last girl who, annoyingly enough, is slightly taller than him.
"Who are you?"
Her face is such a pale shade of white. She gives him a soft smile.
"Lifen. My name is Lifen."
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It was an accident.
He'd stopped in the building on a whim; it had been pouring rain, and he was soaked from head to toe, his hair plastered wetly to his forehead. He'd slipped inside to keep away from it all, trying to stay warm, and had noticed something -
- a figure watching him. Or trying very hard not to watch him, after all.
Her shadow touched his and then made rude gestures. It had mortified her, but it had amused him greatly, and he'd laughed about it later, thinking on it. Her face was so pale it was easy to see the bright red patches that had appeared, and there was something distinctly adorable about the way she had hesitantly offered him a towel.
She hadn't talked much at first.
And then she talked in a language he didn't understand. He had stared at her in confusion, but then he had smiled, extending his hand.
"My name is ----------- ."
And she had not taken his hand, after all, but had instead stepped forward, touching the side of his face with her own, gentle and affectionate, and he remembered being stunned, he remembered not understanding what she was doing. She was terrified that she had done something wrong, but he had reassured her that it was fine.
That was, he realized later, the beginning of it all.
There was no end to it, thinking back - a memory of a memory. He has not spoken to her in quite some time. He had stopped by, briefly, but she had not been in, and he had tried calling, but she had not answered.
He misses her; his heart aches.
He sits at his desk and taps a pen against the sheaf of paper that sits in front of him, a pair of wire-rim spectacles perched on the end of a narrow nose. A colorful looking bird sits on his shoulder, nestled against his face, its brilliantly colored plumage drifting down over his arm.
He touches the pen to the paper.
My dearest Wren...
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He is sleeping.
He loves to sleep; in fact, there is nothing he loves better than sleeping. Sleeping rejuvenates him, sleeping reminds him that there is an entire world to be had that doesn't involve anyone trying to hurt him. Sometimes the sleep is interrupted with nightmares, and this is when it makes him upset because sleep is supposed to be a respite, a time to be safe.
This is one of those nights that he is visited by the darkness.
He doesn't hear the door creaking slowly open - or, at least, more open than it already is. He doesn't put premise on keeping things locked away (unless it's his own heart), and the door to his room is open most of the time.
He doesn't hear the soft footsteps as they pad across the carpet towards his bed.
Something touches his shoulder, but he doesn't feel it. He's caught in the blackness, drowning in darkness, until he feels something tugging at him, something pushing at him. He wakes with a start and he sees luminous blue eyes staring back at him, wide with concern and fear.
"...Jove?"
He's suddenly concerned. He's only met the boil a few weeks ago, but already he seems to have wormed his way into his heart as though he has somehow already belonged there. He reaches out a hand, touches his cool cheek with his hand.
"Are you all right, Freckles? Did you have a bad dream or something?"
Odd, that he's the one asking when he's the one dreaming. Jove touches his face, mimicking the gesture, and he closes his eyes. His own fingers are trembling as they reach up to hold Jove's.
"I'm all right."
It's less a reassurance for Jove and more a reassurance for himself, even if it's a lie.
"I'm all right, Jove."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:19 pm
--- looks up at the sky, and raises his chubby little arms up, trying to wipe away the clouds with his fingertips. He babbles childishly, because he hasn't even learned to speak yet. But the clouds were hiding something. Something he wants. He doesn't know what it's called, but it's warm, and it feels good, and go away clouds, go away -
"What's the matter, ---?" A voice, it sounds fuzzy, it's hard to make it out and impossible to understand. "You wanna fly? Come on boy, I'll help you fly."
He's up in the air, in someone's arms, and he's closer now, still trying to wipe away the clouds. He squeals - they're finally listening to him! He's flying, flying so high, and all he can see is sunshine -
In the most terrible of places, under the most terrible of circumstances, *** realizes that Alexander has the peculiar distinction of always saying her full name. Its an awfully long name with a dreadful amount of syllables that the witch doesn't even bother getting upset when her own boilfriend uses his nickname for her at all times. But Alexander does not shorten her name or give her nicknames. He does not call her anything but what she calls herself. When she realizes this, when she tells him this, he only nods once and says a soft "Yes". Now is not the time to discuss such a thing, not when there are Insanity warped versions of their friends running around attacking other students. Not when they are trapped inside this terrible house. But the witch is touched nonetheless. She wants to return the kindness somehow, but she isn't sure what to do. She will make it up to him later, she promises she will. For now, they must fight a friend first.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:20 pm
The first time *** had ever been in a combat situation was a little more than halfway through his first tour of duty. He didn't remember the specifics, but some combat instinct that had been pounded into him since his first day at boot camp kicked in, and before he could even consciously recognize that there was a threat, he and his team were working in perfect formation to neutralize it. It was like a switch had been flipped in him and he was aware of nothing from the time the first shot was fired until getting congratulated by his friends over dinner in the chow hall. Maybe it's something that he subconsciously blocked out, but he can't remember the details of what happened that day and he doesn't ever want to.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:20 pm
Memory 3/5 - Greater Who are you?
I wish I knew, in truth…but all I know is that I am a fragment of you. I was created from a part of you and I lived in a beautiful kingdom.
Let me guess you were the Queen?
No, no but she was…a friend of mine. I was a champion of the King and I gave my life to keep him from harm, but apparently it was all for naught because my world wasn't real…I suppose that means yours is.
She blinked in surprise, a fragment of herself? How could anyone take such a thing? This fragment was beautiful, but surprising…she'd died to defend her King? Sin felt a pang of guilt, this couldn't be a part of her…she had never sacrificed herself for anyone.
You look uncertain, I wish that I were lying…I wish that Om had been the truth, that I were the real one and you were my fragment.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:22 pm
Memory 4/5 - Greater
She cringed a bit when the professor pointed at her, apparently even being a minute late was too much. She would have to remember to change faster, the flustered look would just have to be 'in' this semester. She finished her warm ups and took off running. Her ears were still ringing a bit between that whistle, being yelled at, and the ominous feeling that if she didn't run she'd regret it. She had lovely legs, long, well shaped, she looked killer in heels. Except of course she wasn't in heels, and a good thing too because running for her life in them would have been a pain in the Ahhh!
She jerked a bit startled by the sudden thunking sound of something large and furry hitting the floor. Except when she glanced to look it was the professor, which almost made her laugh. As it was she let out a half snort, pant, wheezing sound. Alright that wasn't so threatening, but she ran anyway not wanting to piss off the still potentially dangerous professor Red.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:22 pm
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"I don't want a world without you in it though, __."
He pronounced it like ")))." He was the only one to shorten her name like that.
"A world without Kreios.. I wonder."
But perhaps, he was speaking the truth.
What did.. he say again?
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"Alas it's not something that bears repeating, as it's purpose served. Time and Death may walk hand in hand, but you, my Lady, are no more immune to the changes borne in it's wake than I. The only constancy you may be reassured of is..."
She felt the warm kiss against her cold hands--
"...the pleasure I take in your company."
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There was an image, of Medea sitting with Death, as Aisa took a moment to simply enjoy the rare scene in front of her--
-- Death was such an elusive figure, after all.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:23 pm
[ Main Blessing: 1/5 ] - Ami
The musty smell of books hung thick in the air, wrapping around the sunlight that streamed through the windows. Though Deus Ex Machina was highly mechanized, the libraries would always have the sound of history ringing through them.
She looked to the pile of books she'd stored up in one corner. She could only read through so many a day, but she'd learned so much so far. Yet ... there were thousands of books here. It could take an entire lifetime, and she'd never learn it all.
"One more, cap'n!" Her mood suddenly dropped as another trainee joined her.
The demoness, Marina Lee, was standing there scolding her for glomping the servants fluffy tail. Naiad couldn't understand why this she was so angry at her, the child. She knew that she was talking with someone close to her, and she was told the woman that she understood. However, trying not to do it was so hard. Naiad then stood there as Marina's lecture continued. The woman was very angry and it made her shiver in sadness and fright that she had really messed up this time. She couldn't quite hear the woman's words however due to the tears running down her face as she sniffled.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:25 pm
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It was finally here!
Her hands ran across the letter and she ripped it over happily. Trembling with happiness she looked at the letters. "Dear ******... blah blah blah... is now enrolled!" She clutched the paper close and bounced around happily. It was the time she'd waited for and it came just when she needed it most.
"I'm going to school!" She said, beaming.
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Cinnamon replaced the smell of mahogany. *** pressed her nose into Lex's chest, reveling in the touch of his skin. There was nothing sexual about it. He was asleep, she was left awake by insomnia.
She wasn't unhappy though, far from it. She traced lines down his skin, fingernails brushing along scars and cuts. What must it have looked like if she'd never come here? If she'd never found him? If Deus Ex was but a dream in a book?
No, that was too fanciful. She was still disgruntled about the whole thing, waiting for it to tear down. She sighed, pulling the covers up over her shoulder. Tomorrow would be a long day. Now she needed sleep.
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