She stood within the lost clans, arms crossed over her chest, staring at Thrain as he apologized yet again for her house getting destroyed in the recent...well, whatever the ******** had happened. She couldn't believe he was actually apologizing about this again. It was just a house, for goodness sake. JUST A HOUSE. She hadn't been overly attached to it. It barely held any possessions of her own, and certainly not ones she cared about in any way.
"Thrain, shut up." She snapped, arms uncrossing. "It's fine, I don't care. I've lost a lot worse then this." Her home, her sanity, take your pick. "But if you really want to make it up to me." She stopped, letting her anger seethe inside of her, letting it change as she thought about them, about those who had done this to her, to all of them.
"Kill them. Kill the hunters. They are the reason we are here, that I am like this." She pointed to the grey marking her face, grey that wouldn't be there if their homes hadn't been destroyed. "You kill them, and you bring me their head---." She cut off, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, depleting with a sigh.
"Just...you don't need to apologize to me. Remember that everything is their fault, and you will be fine."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:33 pm
[ Main Blessing: 4/5 ]
It was a dream, she knew that. She was faced against herself, a terrifying shadow puppet self.
A pivotal moment as her weapon returned to her hand. A stab into the doppleganger's coat.
The deed was done. She'd succeeded. Pride filled her chest at the memory.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:34 pm
She was trying to remember what it was about pain that made her attracted to it. Not romantically, not affectionately, but magnetically. A passionless but strong force that made her realize that it was okay to take her heart out, that what she had been fearing from the scissor-wielding menace might not have been so bad, had it come to the worst.
She felt alone, but she knew she wasn't. Rostym had gone with friends--thus they had to be around here. Everyone had to do the same. All she had to do was give in, and maybe she could find them again. Or maybe she could find a little more. More than a little more.
The pain was exquisite, being heartless. The unravelling, more so.
Ross was proud of herself. Whatever the memories showed her, whatever she might end up learning about this other life . . . She would hold fast that idea that she had brought herself here with these blessings of her own power. Nobody could take that from her.
Except, perhaps, the goddesses.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:34 pm
[ Main Blessing - 5 / 5 ]
"Can I help?" ***'s tiny voice asked eagerly, though still edged with a natural shyness. They were in the third year labs though they were both only just barely second years, and on the table rested the beautiful, complete pieces of what would very shortly be her new body. It was the most perfect thing she had ever seen, despite it being in about sixteen different pieces.
"Of course, just be sure to be as uniform as possible. This is your new body after all, and we want it to be perfect!" The plague doctor handed her a needled that was already threaded, and ***'s heart practically exploded back to life with joy.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:35 pm
[ Vengeful Memory ]
"Caelius." *** called out, if only to try and get the Death Lead's attention. "Candace saw you come this way." She explained, hoping for two things; one, that she hadn't misheard and Candace was the name she was looking for, and two; that putting that b***h of a Hunter on the spot would get her in trouble. Any Hunter she managed to talk to seemed afraid of Caelius and the Death Lead certainly didn't seem like the patient and understanding sort...so her chances were very, very good. *** wanted to make sure Candace regretted ever being that snarky with her.
"I want to talk to you about the tags."
Her voice was serious, and it took some serious work to hide the smug grin.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:36 pm
[ Creative Memory ]
***, little rotting zombie-girl ***, sat on the old couch in the main room of the Undead dorms, Calder at her side. Between them rested a box of fabrics and various sewing tools. They were enjoying a quiet moment, both putting work into making a blanket for Christof. Something special, only for him.
They were joined later by a very large student and several others; she couldn't remember who they were, or their names, but she remembered the lot of them putting together a little gift for someone they knew next to nothing about. It was a blurry memory, an old memory, but a good one.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:36 pm
[ Fading Away ]
It will be worth it, Repoem thought as his hands shook. His core slipped out of his fingers as he fell, collapsing on the ground just shy of the golden throne. He could see his core where it fell. The more he looked at it, the more of a glowing mess it seemed to him.
Of course it would be, he thought to himself as he began to fade. It's mine after all. Knowing won't help me, and as much as I hate it... I don't want to destroy it.
It was getting harder to think now. I just wanted to help. He could hear someone shouting something. I'm too weak. Something grabbed him. But if this little bit helps someone, anyone... He was being shaken.
On their own her hands were small, tiny things which were generally used for stuffing their face. Inside and dabbled in paint stains they were much more than that. She sat at a makeshift easel taped together from random household equipment and was painting with her fingers. Bright hues of orange and green were building a sunset over a jungle.
Or from anyone else who could see it an inferno of random colors and mismatched shapes which led to nothing.
Humming softly she was making another tree, glimmering happily from the work. It was far from perfect but it was what she needed to let herself flow out onto the paper. Blinking back she grinned at the picture. Though many shapes had turned into what looked like lumps of her favorite foods and the sunset was less of a sunset and more of a roasting fire - She blinked and started laughing, poking at her belly.
"It's nice looking but you had too much influence." Grabbing hold of it with wet fingers she moved and nailed it onto her wall, clapping her hands. Paint flew in other directions and was stained along her face and arms. It was soothing to see it though. Maybe she wasn't any good but at least the feeling was there.
This was something she liked.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:36 pm
It wasn't the first time he had seen something in the dark, but that didn't make it any less scary for ***, who sat crouched shivering behind the gate. His friend had gone on ahead, thinking he was just playing a prank on them.
But his fear was real, and his eyes wide as he stared at the glowing eyes in front of him. Whatever was there was making a slow rasping sound, that rattled over ***'s ears and sent shivers down his spine. He was frozen in fear, unable to move.
Then the black mass lunged, claws sharp and teeth gnashing.Â
"And this!" Her older sister Jade said, pressing a small silver colored pumpkin seed into her hand. It stood out, almost glowed in the darkness of her palm. "Is a Silver Seed, you can use it to buy anything you want here, just as long as you have enough."
It was the first outing between the three of them, so the older two had come up with a scheme of things to take their new little sister out on the town. They had dared the bus, going downtown to show her what a real shopping maul looked like; not the little strip maul they had in their hometown. But something big and impressive. And she was impressed, several times did they have to get her attention from stopping and staring at everything. Especially other creeple.
"Don't worry ######, we'll show you the best things," Lily grinned, cupping the younger ghoul's chin to get her to look up from the seed. "We just got our paychecks after all, so if you see anything you like, just let us know and we'll see if we can afford it." A good thing to add, given how unused to things she was.
There would be so many things she would want, and her eyes seemed to glow a little brighter looking at all the possibilities.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:36 pm
[Memory 1 - Defensive]
*** just closed his eyes. It wasn't any use trying to see and he found it easier to understand everything that was going on simply by listening carefully. The hunters definitely understood the two voices much better than anyone else and *** was perplexed by the technology.. or magic.. behind whatever was going on here.
And then came the flames. He could feel it, the mix of ice and fire, and he could hear the screams, brief as they were, as it consumed the field.
Sorry Mina. I have to pay something back. His weapon remained silent but he could feel that she was with him.
"Before... Vanna.." *** couldn't see anything but the brightness and he knew it was coming. He gave a slightly sad smile.
"Now we're even bro.." He blinked, half blind, and threw himself on top of his buddy, sacrificing himself so that Before would live.
"But you know what? I killed myself. With my own two hands. And it felt great." Merope told her, his voice too dark to sound that pleased with himself. He killed himself...and he liked it? The mere idea sent shivers down ***'s spine.
"But...why...?" Those were the only words she could think to say, too shocked that Merope of all people would do something so ghastly. The Undead Leviathan before her merely waved his seashell - which he had been using to eat eyescream with - as if dismissing the thought entirely. "What, kill him? He deserved it. He wanted an ending. It probably wasn't the one he was counting on, but what sort of existence was it to be a shadow? To be designed and reviled by the thing you hate? You can't have a shadow without light. It wasn't as if he was part of anything either. He was just there. I did it because I could." He had gone on after that, musing at how his first real kill was an alternate version of himself, and how he had killed many things since then, merely because he could, and because they were weaker than he was. She was listening, albeit in horror, but it wasn't until he said something else did she actually hear what he was saying.
"You know what I think it means? Something was holding me back."
"That's not..." She frowned, shifting uncomfortably while trying to think of another way to tackle this rather large, terrifying problem. For a moment her shell of a spoon had her attention, and after her gaze lifted back to meet his, that frown still on her lips. "That's nothing to be proud of! Killing a version of yourself or other things that didn't wrong you...that's not strength..." The disappointment she felt for him in this moment rang clear in her voice and worse in her expression.
This wasn't the Merope she knew.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:37 pm
[ main blessing four ]
Who-wha. "Hello," ###### greeted back in a mousey manner, reverting a little back into herself from just watching the two. She had only known the white haired man for only so long, never even knowing his name, but she could always feel a pit forming in her stomach. Like she had already been replaced by him. The way the two were sitting together, the way that other man was draping himself on Molan. They were already so close.
She almost had that, it had slipped through her fingers. The man who had tried to protect her had already moved on and she didn't know if she should be angry or sad or jealous or even just every emotion. But she held it in, like a good little Silver. Molan had adapted ... and changed and found a place - even if he did totally probably give her sash to that guy! She had to as well, it was how they were as a Kingdom.... even though it was totally gone now.
"Not too badly," she address Molan, now avoiding all and every kind of eye contact with the other guy. "At least the trials of the other passage brought us here, it's pretty." She forced a smile, taking a few steps back from the two men and plopped herself down in front of a small patch of flowers. Why didn't she have anything to offer him for his ails? Maybe she could win his favor back then!
Urg, why was she acting like this. ###### pouted as she plucked a few more flowers, growing more disappointed in how weak she was feeling.
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