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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:38 pm
[ Proud Memory ]
*** sat in Mad Science 101, and in front of her sat the most perfect robot she had ever seen. Something she had built, from scratch. And it worked. Christof was smiling at her in approval. Her. The ghoul who could barely stitch herself back together, had built a thing she had no idea about, from scratch, and it was getting approval from someone who not only meant a lot to her, but knew a lot about robots.
Best. Day. Ever.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:38 pm
[ Main Blessing Memory 3 ]
The woman is glaring at her as she sits at the dinner table. Again she is lecturing her behavior, and telling her how it is un-demon like for her to act in such a way to the monsters ad other races. Naiad is to hold herself to a higher standard as she is better than them. She knows as she bows her head that her aunt is so disappointed in her. She tries her best, since they are at the table with her parents, not to talk back. It was not as if she could help it! She just loved fluffy things and she wanted to cuddle them! It was not as if she wanted to be friends with the 'lower races' as her aunt was calling them. She sighed and nodded to her aunt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:38 pm
[ main blessing five ]
The small blue haired girl suddenly felt a tug, her body turned and she didn't have time to react or see who it was that had taken her so forcefully when a kiss was planted firmly on her lips. It was awkward, at least for her, and she made a small sound from her shock with a small flail of her arms. It was also so gently and sweet, that it didn't take her long to realize who it was (oh thank goodness, it was Andrew). ###### closed her eyes and ever so gently leaned in much to her own surprise.
They pulled away, her face aflame and red to the tips of her ears and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck raise ever so slightly. "I .... oh." Still caught up in the moment, he had kissed her ... she had responded back. Well ~
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:38 pm
[ Main Blessing: 5/5 ]
Christmas lights blinked lazily in the distance as she stood on the streets of New York. The man was keeping her from going, but she needed to see another... Just a few moments would do.
A jacket placed around her shoulders. The final insult to injury.
Her old life was gone. A new one had begun.
It wasn't melancholy though. The streets of New York faded into a movie, a man under her shoulder, a girl lounged on her lap. She was uncomfortable with such close proximity, but comforted by these two. It was home. A new home.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:38 pm
His phone was ringing.
He answered it, holding it away from his ear at the voice that crackled loudly from the other side.
"***! ***! Are you there? ***!"
"Mom, I'm here, what is it?"
"***!, there's been an accident, **** I need you to get your brother and meet us at the hospital!"
"Dad, what are you talking about? What happened?"
"***, I don't have time for this, just get to the hospital, your sister's been in an accident!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:39 pm
It had been cold work, hard work, but fun work.
****** sat back and admired her sculpture, pleased. She was surprised it had turned out so very well, being far more involved than any other snowmen she'd tried to do.
A sleigh horse. With thick legs and a heavy tail to hold it up. She'd even made a beautiful flowing mane for it. The bells on it's snow-carved harness had come from her, she'd had them in her pocket. They glittered like the snow did.
The sprig of mistletoe was the perfect final touch.
She was surprisingly happy with how it turned out.((Minor Blessing - Creative))
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:40 pm
Hel is the best person in the whole wide world to cuddle with. (Except Mort.) She is soft and warm and always plays with ***'s hair and braids it however many times *** may ask. She laughs loudly and happily and bright, she snorts with derision and a smile on her face and always has some food on hand. But more than that, she is patient with the witch, and listens to her. The Valkyrie does not get upset or off put when *** begins to cry (as she almost always does nowadays when she talks about what has her so down), but does get mildly frustrated when the witch tries to smile it away. That sticks out most to ***. Thumb and forefinger had the witch's cheek in her clutches, Hel's dark finger stark against the pinky peach of ***'s face. "Oi. You do not have to smile if you do not mean it. Not to me. You do not have to apologize for crying, either." The witch blinks at her friend, more tears hastening to spill over because this hurts physically and not emotionally. "Just call me, and I will be there. No matter where I may go.” Hel smiles then, lets her friend go and pulls her into a hug. *** is confused because she always smiles and everyone always expects it. They ask her to smile when things get bad. But Hel does not. She holds the witch close and asks nothing of her. "...You'll be the first I call."{Main Blessing 4/5}
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:40 pm
[ proud ]
##### had no idea how a shoe had gotten inside the box, or what kind of creature could have actually possessed one to only lose it inside a little box. The feather made sense at least. But it didn't matter to her, these were like gifts from the peak and she was keeping them.
Along with the nice shiny rock that was nearby, oh there was also a piece of pink ribbon under it. "Moving it seems like a nice idea," would provide a little more coverage of the area and the box seemed to prove at least a little successful although with catching not dragons.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:40 pm
It had been a week since the funeral. *** opened the gate to the pasture, Abigail the duck quacking loudly at his heels. He smiled at her, stopping to bend over and tilt some of the grain from his bucket onto the ground.
"There you go girl, enjoy."
The duck quacked at him again before hovering up the treat with her beak.
"It's just me and you now, Abby," *** said quietly, leaning against the fence. "You and me against the world, girl. I'm gonna have to train you how to work a flashlight."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:41 pm
[Sad Memory]
"But why?" She was clutching something tightly, something furry.
"Because we have to eat." The voice belonged to someone authoritative, but not her brother. Her father maybe?
"No it's cute. And it's mine. We're friends-"
"We have to." It was ripped from her arms forcefully and she began to cry as it was carried away.
Trying to chase after it she was stopped by the soft hands of her mother, but she screamed and reached out in vain, sobbing. "I can find something else, I can! I didn't mean to eat dinner beforehand, don't don't DON'T!" Tears did nothing as she heard a thunk sound.
Sorrow moved through her and she tore out of the arms and ran back into her room, slamming the door and sobbing. It was her friend, it had been her friend. Choking on her tears she fell into the bed. "NONONO!" Shouting she stuffed her head under a pillow, gasping for air among sobs.
Why?
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:41 pm
[ Blessing of the Chosen ]
It was just there, the flash of blue and green. They flickered in and out of existence, bouncing between the light and darkness.
"It is done."
There was a sound in the background. ****** focused on the figure in front of him. They were dark. They reached out and placed gentle hands on his draconic snout, raising it up slowly. "Good morning," the voice was soft, lit with a forced smile. "You have been asleep for a very long time."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:42 pm
*** was pacing, inexplicably nervous and restless, on the front porch. His grandfather had sent him back to the house after his anxiety had transferred it into the horse he'd been riding, which had nearly thrown him off. He couldn't go inside, though, not yet. It was too confining in there, and he couldn't get enough air. He tried to remember the mental exercises the doctor had recommended for him to try at the onset of an "episode," but he just couldn't concentrate on anything except for the creak of the boards under his feet.
It didn't help. He was dangerously close to hyperventilating. His hands shook uncontrollably as he clenched them in and out of fists, and he was mad at himself and at his own damn racing thoughts.
The screen door of the porch squeaked open as his grandma walked through it, putting herself directly in ***'s path. He couldn't help but glare at her, and that was shameful too, but he just wanted her to go away, he wanted all of it to stop--
"Don't you look at me like that, young man," ***'s grandmother said, an eyebrow arched as she looked up at him, completely unimpressed. She softened only slightly as *** mumbled an apology. "If you're not going to be of any use to your grandfather, you can come help me in the kitchen. I've got potatoes that need peeling, and then you can help me fix dinner." With that, she turned and walked inside, expecting him to follow.
She wasn't disappointed, except for when his hands shook and he all but mangled the first few potatoes, taking off more flesh than skin. His frustration only grew, and he snarled as he threw the latest failure across the kitchen. His grandmother only handed him another one, and another one, until his hands finally stopped shaking enough for him to be able to peel it not with ease, but with a more conscious effort on the simple act. They had potatoes prepared three different ways with dinner that night.
((Main Blessing 4/4))
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:42 pm
He gave in to the pain of giving up his heart. It was worthless, after all, barely even worth it for the goddesses to have, but he would do as they willed this one final time. A memory surfaced as the heart began to fade, to disintegrate. He felt it slip out of him along with the heart like sand slipping through open fingers. He heard a name, or he thought he could hear a name, but was not quite able to understand what it was.
He actually really didn't care.
As he faded away, he did have regrets, but he refused to dwell on them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:42 pm
"We know what you are ***, what you've been through. We're just like you. Join us, ***, join our cause."
They had been strangers but they had been kinder to him than his own family. He clung to their offer as a beacon of hope, as finally a way to get out of this small town that held nothing for him.
"I'll do it," he smiled, shaking the offered hand. "I'll come with you."
"Good boy. You won't regret it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:42 pm
-extra ded solo goes here no time-
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