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 Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 2:13 pm
The shout caused Kit to completely lose her footing, her steel toe capped boots slipping as she grasped hold of a door frame to steady herself. She was undoubtedly a little nervy by this point in time and the fact the yell shattered the distinct silence of the Gallery just made her heart pump all the faster.
Once she'd regained her balance, she clutched her chest as to urge her heart to slow it's speed. Kit straightened up and hurried herself up the hallway, slowing down once she'd caught upto Memory. "Good idea." she smiled meagrely before quickening her pace to reach Oqaia. "You found something?!" Kit called down the hall, a sense of urgency lacing her voice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 10:39 pm
It was a wonder that Huni hadn't fallen into a dead faint yet. But the day was still young. Once the muse declared that everyone follows her, she bounded after the pink haired woman.
"Oh Yrast, please let me find a way to get Noi back..." she prayed to the Silarian goddess.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 10:23 am
With all the parents huddled anxiously around her, Oqaia pointed- rather calmly, actually- back to the picture on the wall.
"Is it just me, or do those look like the kids?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 7:24 pm
Huni squeezed her way towards the painting, accidentally trodding on a toe or two ("So sorry!"). She peered at the painting Oqaia had gestured to, and her jade eyes widened. She had seen the bright colors of Noi's clothes!
"That does look like Noi!" she gasped, turning to face the other guardians.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 5:32 am
With wide eyes, Marissa peered at the painting on the wall. That was Cole! Cole, her baby, right there, staring back at her from the painting that had been there for so long and never deserved a second look. She took a sweeping gaze around the hallway, looking at the other paintings as well, when she noticed something odd.
"Hey, this one with Celestyn. Wasn't she standing before? She's sitting now. And... she's on the other side of the lake...." The young woman's incedilous expression matched the groups as a thought struck them. They were moving? It couldn't be. They were as still as before, one with the paintings they were depicted in. But she was sure...
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 4:24 pm
Oqaia scratched her head and turned to Marissa.
"What? What do you see? ...Do you know what's happening?" She asked, more out of curiosity than in truly believing something was happening to/with the infants.
((Sorry for the lapse, people. I've had that recurring illness. ^_^ Feeling better now, though.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 5:52 pm
Marissa stood in silence for a moment. Wheels were cranking in her head as she started intently at the paintings. Two and two... slowly, slowly, it was coming together in her mind.
Suddenly, it all seemed so clear. The girl's heart pumped as she finally realized what was going on. "I understand!" she cried out, "I understand! It's--"
Lights flickered ominously throughout the house. Marissa was gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:58 pm
Oqaia blinked. "I don't think that was supposed to happen..." she said, blinking.
Upon the walls- in a familiar old picture of a gypsy caravan, there stood... an unfamiliar figure to the old, oil-painted canvas. A quite modern Marissa, looking out of the picture in still repose, pointing... up.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 12:07 am
Hope flickered in Huni's jade eyes as Marissa exclaimed she knew what was going on. But before the woman could explain the ongoings of the HQ, the lights went out.
Again.
And Huni had come to anticipate that no lights meant someone else would be disappearing. It didn't quite surprise her as much as it horrified her that the one person who understood the events had disappeared.
"Not again!" she hissed angrily. She peered at the new figure in the old-fashion painting, and wondered Marissa's pose indicated upward. Curiously she looked up...
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:06 pm
This time, Memory didn't even both to recoil. She simply blinked, resigned to the fact that the world was playing a game of its own tonight. A long, drawn out sigh wracked her body before she looked up and saw Marissa's rendering in the photo.
"Oh," she said, quietly, before she too gazed upwards.
However, she floated an idea on the top of her breath as her eyes drifted towards the ceiling.
"Maybe she means the gallery?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 4:27 pm
"The gallery?" Oqaia said, confused. "I dont' think I've seen that yet. Is that upstairs?" She gazed up at the ceiling as well, but of course there was nothing to see but the white spackled top of the old hallway. She shrugged. "Okay, someone lead the way upstairs then."
But then she looked over... and saw that the painting she'd seen earlier with the two children in it... had changed. They were, as before, still and lifeless as if they had been painted there- but they were no longer in the same positions. Now, they were at the end of the bed- the boy was standing, and his sister... smaller, beside him.
"Were they like this before?" Oq asked curiously, pointing at the painting.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 4:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 7:40 pm
Huni blinked in mild disappointment at seeing nothing on the ceiling, but it was perhaps for the best. As the muse spoke of heading to the gallery, Huni tried to recall which floor it was that she had gone up to with Marissa to receive Noi.
'Fifth? Third? Damn I can't remember!' she mentally groaned. Her attention was drawn back to the painting when Oqaia asked whether or not the children had always been like that.
Truth be told, Huni didn't know, and until she got Noi back she wasn't in the mood to fawn over newly grown Souls.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:19 am
The sound of chattering and lights flickering woke Kit out of her daze, she flinched, glancing around before a lighting strike of agreement struck her at Memory's comment. "Of course!" she bellowed, clapping her hands together, albeit not in a normal happy celebratory way. "Everything in this house is linked to the Gallery," she began, remembering Missa's words and what she had been told about the house and it's 'mystic' connections, if you could call them that. "I think it's at the very top of the house, sort of attic level." Kit sighed deeply, trailing her fingers over the painting that had encased Marissa. No longer suprised at all by the mysterious goings on.
"Just go up and up.. and well up some more and you get there eventually!" She sounded a little more enthused now, until she heard Oqaia then noticed the painting of the twins had changed. "... Yeah.. Weren't they, uh, different?" she muttered, staring at them rather blankly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 3:17 pm
[Welcome toddlers! =D
I mean...
*is a painting*]
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