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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:26 pm
[ Greater Blessing 1/4 ]
Concentrate.
*** was told that she had great magical potential, but she had not yet figured out just how to tap into it. If she ever wanted to become one of the Sisters of Death, she needed to figure out how to tap into it.
It surprised her when she did. There was a flash of a vision she did not quite understand, but she saw it. There were other members of the Clan of Death, priestesses in particular. They seemed to be going into a trance, much like she was in. Perhaps she was concentrating too hard on trances--
The thought jerked *** out of it, but she was never the less excited, and turned around, running towards her mother to tell of the good news. She had gone into a trance!
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:27 pm
[memory 3 defensive]
The word wait didn't process, his ears were still ringing and even if they weren't he wouldn't have listened. Instead Andrew ran, deeper into the house. In his haste to get away from his attacker, he didn't realize he had gone the wrong way. His tail flame flickered giving away his position, he realized it and opened a random door going in.
He looked for something anything to put between himself and reaper with the giant gun. He spotted a table and ducked under it wrapping his wings around to shield the light from escaping. The room darkened, and he hoped the reaper would just pass him by.
"I just... want to talk." Said the reaper as cautious as he was. Except he had the upper hand.
He wasn't much more used to the dark than the hunter was. Talk? He wasn't sure he believed what he thought was a reaper. Oh sure, talk, after he got blasted again. He glanced up, light seeping through the cracks moving created. the dark made it difficult for him to see the one with the giant weapon thing.
But on the other hand, talking was much better than being shot at. "Talk? What about..." He didn't move from his position under the table. If he tried to shoot him again maybe the table would provide him some protection... maybe. He scooted back a little further, prepared to take off again now that he had given away his position.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:28 pm
[ main blessing one]
###### still wasn't sure exactly what was going on. But one thing she knew, was that Andrew looked really sad. Did kissing really make him uncomfortable? The boil hadn't expressed much desire to do it himself, only egging the others on, nor had he gone on about kissing anyone before. Though, with the way he had been following her and looking at her, some part of her wondered if he was in such a state because he wouldn't be able to kiss her at all. Huh.
This didn't seem to be a good situation for any of them and ####### made a small noise of protest to Molan as he knelt down beside her. He really didn't have to do this, he was still red and flustered from when he had done it with Mia. But, she couldn't find the voice like the reaper to try to let him know it was okay not to.
But the kiss felt nice, cold to the touch like the creature he was and ###### couldn't help but lean a little into it. Even as soft and quick as it was. It was like sweet kiss from an older brother, letting her know everything would be okay.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:29 pm
[ main blessing two ]
######'s darkened fingers seemed to cling to the piece of paper the flame dragon had handed her, her blue eyes perking up a little simply by the string of numbers she now possessed. It could keep her in contact with him now and it was a wonderful feeling.
The thought of being smuggled in was a little lost to the small ghoul; mostly since she didn't understand how it would be possible. Obviously she didn't get it was a little bit of humor in there and not something Amarus hoped to do in literal terms. Or.. did she. "I hope we will," ###### replied none-the-less to Amarus, her spirits seeming to lift at the prospect even though she still felt rather sad about having to leave. She had had such fun during this adventure and now it was ending.
###### gave Mea a small wave and a soft goodbye as she left the group. And after the group broke off from a second hug, ###### felt a little tug on her lips as another frown began to form. These hugs were those of departing and she didn't like that, she looked at the other two for a moment, catching the tail end of Amarus' whisper to the boil. The ghoul stared for a moment, curious what it meant until the two slipped away for their private conversation. She stood there, watching and silent and unsure. The sight didn't make her upset, not really, she was rather acquainted with being in similar situations and before she felt herself awkward a previous thought reentered her mind.
Willow.
###### turned from the two, her eyes up and searching through the thinning crowd. It seemed a few of the Amityville students had returned to their lodgings, leaving mostly transfer students and those still lingering. The ghoul pushed forward a little, trying to catch sight of the tiger in the crowds but to no avail. Her shoulders slumped again, she had missed her chance to say goodbye to her..
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:30 pm
***'s feathers ruffled as he glared at the ground. His long snake like form, twisted in anger as he readied himself into a more defensive form. He was ready to fight against him no matter how strong he was.
Matteo was grinning and standing on the other side as Peppino readied his attack. "Ya ready Featherbutt? 'Cause Imma beat you down. "
He hisses and looks up at the black puppet. Much smaller in comparison, but he's fought Matteo before. And he can be strong. "I will ssssucceed this time. "
[Defensive Incident.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:30 pm
[ Main Blessing Memory 2 ]
Naiad looked up at her parents with a smirk upon her face. She had just told them that she had gotten into that school they had wanted her in. She knew that they would be happy for her and she herself was very proud of the fact that she had actually made it.
Truthfully she had not expected to get in! There were many others in the world who wanted to be a part of the school and it was hard to make it through the selection process just to get your enrollment form on the desk of the principle. Still she had managed and just like her parents before her she would be a student there as well. Although, her and her parents differed on why she should go, they and herself were filled with pride that she was going there.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:30 pm
[ Main Blessing - 1 / 5]
"Can't do it, ***? What are you, stupid?" Pran sneered, flicking her forehead with a clear intent to hurt.
"I'm not stupid." *** insisted in a soft, nervous voice.
"Yes you are, stupid ***. You can't do anything right, can you? I bet you still need Ama's help!" *** flinched at this one. It was true. She needed her guardian's assistance in possessing a body; she didn't have the strength to do it on her own. It felt like an able-bodied teen still being dressed by their parent. Embarrassing.
"I-I don't need her help." A wobbling voice insisted, small and grumbling. She had tried her best to sound so sure of herself, to pretend there was a confidence there that she could never truely possess. "I don't need anyone's help." She muttered afterwords, trying to convince everyone near her...and herself.
Yet no matter what she said, or how she said it, they simply would not stop laughing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:31 pm
[ Main Blessing - 2 / 5 ]
There were pink elephants in this room.
Lots of them.
They were everywhere.
Did anyone else see them, too?
Maybe she shouldn't have drank the punch.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:31 pm
[ Main Blessing: 3/5 ]
"You think you like being alone until you're REALLY alone Otto. Nobody would care if I disappeared, but you Otto." Her voice cracked as a strange, almost proud smile came on her face. "You have a lot of people that care about you. You have one right in ******** front of you."
Words escalated into shouts. Then quiet, quiet shaking in the hallway.
A single hug.
It was a strange relationship. Neither parents, nor siblings. They weren't friends, they weren't strangers. They just were.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:31 pm
He'd handed her a box. She held her breath as she opened it, her heart racing in excitement.
Inside the box was the most beautiful heart-shaped pendant. She loved it. She'd loved it before, but now it was beyond perfect. Perfect and a gift from him. She felt the tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness. She cried a lot when she was happy. "I can't. It's too much."
Look, I said it wasn't a big deal.
She smiled. She loved it. She loved it and she loved him. She hugged him. She kissed him in the cheek and on the shoulder. He knew how she felt, she wasn't sure how he felt anymore, but after the gift...
Is that it? If so, we should go.
"Almost," she said, taking his hand. Holding onto that hand of his, she leaned in and gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you, I love--"
((Main Blessing 5/5))
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:32 pm
The trip to the garden was supposed to be simple. Just a quick visit to dirty her hands in the soil, to pluck out some weeds and plant new seeds. It would be fun, it would be cathartic more than that. Various amounts of stress had dogged the witch and finally she had found a simple activity to keep herself occupied and happy. Old pastimes always provide sweet joy. The bottoms of two shoes connected to two legs covered in a pair of pin striped pants are what greet the witch. The pants are a pretty good giveaway, but those aren't her confirmation. The speckled amber and gold wings are. A shriek leaves her mouth and a wide variety of thoughts rush through ***'s head. If Ren is dead she swears she will murder someone, with her bare hands, just dig her fingernails straight into their eyes because he is her friend and he is good and wholesome and did not deserve such torment. But he isn't dead, thank Hecate, he's not even napping. Not really. But he does whisper her name and the witch almost cries on him right there because she is so grateful he's alright. He's covered in rain and bleeding in places, splattered with something red and foul smelling in others. But he's alive. "Bells. What are you... Doing here?" "I don't know."Trying to save him, trying to help him fly and smile and be happy again would eventually be her answer. {Main Blessing 3/5}
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:32 pm
He could feel that he was fading, his heart being shredded for the use of his memories, which flashed before his consciousness as he struggled to stay together.
greater blessing memories
(1/5)
him and another playing in a field, being chased, he was being taunted, but why, he didn't understand just how different his physiology was than others at such a young age.
It stung, hurt his dissipating chest, but her care helped him through
(2/5)
Him a little older, in a tree, staring at the Amityville school, how he wanted so badly to be there.
This memory he didn't understand but he could feel the crushing longing, the need to be at that place
(3/5)
"stronger, faster" the large male figure screamed at him, "NOW" he yelled as he urged hi bi-gendered child to be more than he was now.
Again he could feel his chest aching even as it was vanishing.
(4/5)
Beauty, pure beauty, at least his view of beauty, the stars in the night sky, laying on his back alone as he stared up to them, the only place he felt free, flying through the cosmos.
Feelings like this were what helped him, he could feel it, even now the sky was calling to him as his body faded.
(5/5)
Her eyes, her smile, her scent, everything about her filled his dimming senses. Love.
Tears began rolling down his cheeks as he turned his face to the sky, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, vanishing and all.
(defensive memory from blue achievements and proud from gold)
As he got older, others got bolder, they had taken it so far as violence. It was the moment they had taken it too far that he had began developing his powers on his own. Finally a time came where they confronted him and his illusions, the enveloped them leaving them defenseless and still walked away. There was a mix of emotions from that, pride, for holding back his rage and the necessity of his own defense
With all the emotions running through him there were small sobs choking him, it was more than he had felt this entire time. Small hiccups could be heard as his body dissipated.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:32 pm
[ Main Blessing - 3 / 5 ]
FEAR must be present for---
***'s mental studying paused as she entered her own bedroom as a stranger came in to view. A very long tailed stranger with perked ears, staring hungrily at the fish in her tank. The unknown female licked her lips and reached in to grab one of the common floresce fish, and---
"---NOT FOOD!" ***'s voice cried out in a high pitched, horrified and frantic screech. There was probably more to it than that, but those were the only actually formed, understandable words. "Get out get out get out get out GET OUT!" She wailed in distress, trying to shoo the tatzelwurm ghoul away from her precious minipets.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:32 pm
"There's nothing under the bed, ***."
"Are you sure, Abby?"
"Yes," his sister answered patiently, smiling it him as she shone the flashlight under the bed. "See? Safe and sound."
*** peered around her cautiously, nodding when nothing monstrous appeared from beneath his bed. He climbed on top the be and she tucked him beneath the sheets, handing him his teddy.
"Sleep tight, ***. Don't worry, I'll protect you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:33 pm
[ Main Blessing - 4 / 5 ]
"...Well, aren't you just Miss Honest?" The two-toned Reaper snorted with amusement, reaching out to give her a pat on the head. Surely the Reaper didn't know what she was doing, but it was working; the panic *** felt faded with each little pat, as if shaken away like an etch-a-sketch.
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