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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 11:38 pm
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Stalling Fate She couldn't believe how late it had gotten. She hadn't been out this late in... well... A long time. Her grades had suffered, and she was tried hard not to flounder in her grades beyond repair. She wasn't exactly the best student anyway. She often had a hard time focusing on school work, which meant it took her longer to get through things then normal. The stress of the past few weeks had been enough to completely derail her train of thought. She jumped at little sounds that before she would never have batted an eye at. She didn't go out after dark unless she had absolutely no other choice... She tried to keep herself to heavily populated areas like classrooms and parks filled with people in the light of springtime. Not dark rooms secluded from the world, separated from everyone by dark echoing halls and lifeless parking lots.
But now, in an attempt to save her dieing GPA she had stayed late in the Botanical labs at DCU. Really it was just a fancy greenhouse with some nice equipment, but it was still considered a la. Her mind, trying to keep itself occupied so it didn't have to think about the events of the past weeks, about starseeds being ripped out from innocent people and their lives being snuffed out forever, about giant bear monsters trying to devour little girls, had decided to focus with such a determination when the bustling lab, filled with other students had slowly grown quieter, as students left for the day. She hadn't noticed the Overhead lights, switch to the bright florescence to make up for the lack of sunlight coming through the glass panels of the greenhouse. Hadn't noticed the house tick away as she stayed safely ensconced in her whirl of unnatural focus, because lord knows she usually had the attention span of a toddler hopped on a years worth of pixie sticks.
When she did notice... It was well past midnight. And she was completely alone. Her school Id with its card slider into the lab would get her through the lab doors and outside without needing a janitor to open the front doors... but still. She had parked her little white vespa in the corner were others who rode Motorcycles or pedal bikes parked their vehicles. It was a long dark walk through an empty campus, eerily quiet in those small hours stuck between true night and morning. And she was completely alone.
She swiped her ID and left the lab, hearing the automatic lock on the door slide home when the door shut. She slung her little messenger over her shoulder and gazed at the front door, pale green eyes a little wide as she fought down an attack of nerves. Shaking her head, mentally berating herself for being silly, which sent the long shimmering tendrils of opalescent hair sliding around her like a cape, she strode to the front door, angling herself towards the alley were her vespa waited patiently. Campus was a safe place, probably the safest place she could be. Cameras and security guards were common-place on campus, and the alleyway she had parked her scooter was only accessible from on the campus itself, the side open to the public blocked off by a high chain link fence. She relaxed as she ticked off in her mind the list of safety protocols she knew the school had, and felt herself relax.
She took a deep breath and stepped outside. the air was cool and refreshing, and she felt it sooth her fears. Sadly though she couldn't shake off that feeling she was being watched. That feeling had been non stop in her life ever sense the incident with Natron. It got less and less as time went on, but right now it was a persistent itch between her shoulder blades, and it made her shiver.
She walked quickly towards her vespa, but her nerves were on fire. Something was wrong. She stopped and looked around the parking lot, still standing on the sidewalk that edged between two of the larger science buildings. She didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean no one was there. She gazed around, and listened. She was being silly-
The sound sound of a shoe on concrete, which she probably would have missed if she hadn't been straining her ears like a person who expected the boogy man to jump out of the shadows.
She turned and looked back down the sidewalk.. only she didn't see anyone.
" Hello? " Oh god even to her own ears she sounded like a horror movie stereotype. This was ridiculous, that was more then likely just the echo of her own shoes bouncing off of the buildings. Even her own voice had echoed back to her.
Her muscles tensed, and in her mind she saw the giant youma she had seen on... where if was that they had been.... She was envisioning such horrible things. Would Natron come out from the shadows? Was it a Monster? Was it some Senshi from the other side of the mirror, who had somehow figured out who she was?
Her hands clutched the strap of her purse, knuckles white, and for the first time sense this had all started she wished for her lantern... in fact, she was a second away from summoning it when another student walked down the sidewalk, stride bouncing in tune with the music blaring out of her speakers. The kid gave her a smile and continued on his way to his old little beater car, probably wondering vaguely why the weird girl was starring at him like he had grown a second head.
Maybe... maybe it was time to come to terms with the fact she couldn't hide from her powered self any longer. It seemed like the universe was slowly taking away her option to not even power up as it were. Maybe she should go back to that world before it sucked her back in against her will.... maybe.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2018 11:08 pm
Wordcount 510
Evalia settled down for bed, going through her usual routine of cleaning her face of makeup and dirt. People seemed to think that gardening ended in the summer, but boy were they wrong. She had weeded and tilled and mulched, laid straw over the delicate parts of the garden that needed protection, hauled pots, removed dripping hoses. She was exhausted.... And she didn't have to go to classes tomorrow. She never had to go to classes ever again if she didn't want to, because she has her degree, she was free.
It was a weird feeling. She had a job, but it didn't really have to do with her degree yet. She worked at a local nursery, tending the hothouse and teaching a children's gardening class. It had to do with her degree, but it wasn't required to do the job. There were highschoolers who worked there over the summer, it was really something for pocket change. It was winter now, and the class was over, and the nursery didn't have as much going on so she had a relatively free schedule. She didn't have to pay a mortgage, her home was owned completely off by her father, and he paid all the bills and traveled mostly, so it felt like she lived alone.
She spent her time training, gardening, spending time with Silas, or Glitner if he was powered up, and she found herself slowly filling with confidence. Silas built up her defenses, and made her feel loved and safe. She was finished with school so she was no longer burning the candles on both ends and was able to sleep. To rest. To dream about her future. She smiled as she twisted her hair into a silk ribbon so that she wouldn't wake up in a tangle of rainbow tinted locks, and curled up into bed.
She was thinking about the future. It was one of the nights where Silas was at home, he worked such strange hours sometimes it didn't do him any justice to stay over at her place when he had to get up at 3am, or wasn't even getting home till that hour, but her closet and room seemed half his... and his bedroom at his house was the same. They had become such a part of eachothers lives, powered and not, that it was hard not to picture his face when she thought of the future.
She smiled, thinking of their times on his homeworld. Speaking with the ghost of his ancestor, who was surprisingly charming for a dead guy. She should make an effort to go to her own wonder, but... the thought for some reason filled her with dread, so she shoved it aside and continued to daydream about her future. she was a Squire now, her power had grown, her training her worked. She was never going to be as helpless as when she first met the negaverse all those years ago.
Her world was better now. She had love again. She was stronger. Her home was a peacefull haven.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2018 11:28 pm
Wordcount 688
Eden held the staff comfortably in the palms of her hand now, resisting the urge to tap the poll onto the ground, instead holding out the candle before her to light her way. It was a solid, comforting weight in her hands, and she patrolled with more confidence now then ever before. That didn't mean she was.... well... overly confident... it just meant she didn't look like a lost fawn trembling in the open. She walked delicately, her heels casting a faint crunch in the snow. It was so cold out tonight that a thing layer of ice seemed to create a solid frosting over the fluffy slow beneath. The night itself seemed to be quiet, and she felt no auras about. Normally nights like this she found soothing and calm. It was comfy sweater, fuzzy slippers, and curled up with a cup of cocoa by the fire comfortable... but tonight.... It just felt melancholy.
Eden shook her head, sending a cascade of hair waving behind her Surely if someone caught sight of her they would think her a ghost, all white and pastels lit by the soft flickering light of the candle before her. She caught sight of herself in a odd sheet of ice that covered a building she was approaching. She had only a moment to think that it was unusual before she was once again dragged into memories of the past, thinking of friends that were lost to her yet all to close.
Of a tall cosmos page like herself, who had patrolled with her on a similarly snowy night. He had filled the night with levity for her, making her smile and feel comfortable, both of them new to their roles and duties as powered members of order. For a brief moment, a smile flirted with her lips before being scared away by the crushing weight of sadness that gripped her, thinking of him now. He was right there, so very close, but at the same time so far away from her. Just out of reach. Her mind kept going back and forth, between the memories of who she knew before, and who he had become. How he had dragged others like them down into the dark waters of chaos, another cosmos boy who had seemed so familiar to her, ripped away as soon as she had found him.
Both of them gone. She felt tears well up into her eyes, and found that she had stopped working entirely, gazing at the hazy reflection of herself in the ice, finding herself blaming that icy figure for the loss of two who had become so important to her so quickly. What pulled her out of the memories, the sadness and guilt… was an aching in her hands.
With a start she realized her knuckles, in fact her whole fingers were white. She was gripping the metal of her staff so tightly she could see a faint tremble in her hands, they delicate bones and muscles straining against the unwavering metal. She winced and unclenched her hands, gently shaking one and then the other, transfering the staff from one hand to another and letting the blood flow return to her fingers. She cast one final glance at her reflection in the strange ice, still sad and feeling strangely hollow…. But filled with resolve.
She had lost those that she loved, but she hadent lost herself, and THEY werent beyond saveing. She didnt know how but she would figure it out. Somehow. One day. She would get that strong and she would bring them back. She couldnt let herself be drowned by pain and what had happened… she could only remember, and make sure that it never happened again.
Eden took a deep breath, steadying herself and continuing on her path. This seemed to be enough patrolling for tonight, she had felt no other energies all night, and she desperately wanted to go home and snuggle Silas. Some cuddles would make her feel better, reminding her that some of those were still safe, that she had not lost everything, and that life continued to move forward.
Quote: The Holidays are supposed to be a time for cheer, and yet there's something strangely dismal about tonight. You're out by yourself and you pass by a building completely coated in a strange sheet of ice. When you catch your reflection, you're trapped reliving your loneliest moment. The illusion can last for as long or short a time as you like, but the hollow sensation lingers even after the memory fades. What memory did you find yourself reliving and, now that it's over, what are you going to do to shake this mood?
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