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5 Main Blessings
“Hey.” A voice ******* never heard before woke her up.
“I bet you’re not awake yet, and that’s okay. Or if you are, you must be pretending to be asleep.” Yep, that was definitely what ******* was doing.
“You’re probably doing that, right? Or else, I would be feeling really stupid right now. Anyways, just wanted to let you know, you’re in Halloween Town now. I know everything must be new to you, having lived your whole life on Earth. Well, of course you’re no longer living. You see, I picked you up back on Earth, and there you were dying, and there I was harvesting something called Fear. Don’t worry about it right now. But basically, I saw that you were going to manifest as a ghost, and hey, here you are! So yeah, welcome.”
******* thought she could hear a smile. She knew what she was going to do: start on a fresh, blank, new slate. The life she wished she had.
It was raining. ******* moved closer to the tree’s trunk, shrinking at the droplets dripping off the leaf edges. She didn't like water. Sure, she was a ghost, and as a ghost, she could reduce tangibility and allow the water to flow through her, allowing her to become dry as she had been before the rainstorm. Maybe it had to do with being a cat. After all, cats hated water, right? Or perhaps, it had to do with how the rain could pass through all her defenses...or she would allow it to. She didn't know. She just didn't like water...or rain.
She really wasn't the type to socialize. If anything, she was the wall flower in the back, trying to avoid all attention directed at her. So when someone she had met and talked to a few times asked if she wanted to go to a social event of sorts, she was hesitant. Eventually, she was persuaded to go. And she was glad she did. Because if she hadn't then she never would have met her best friend, Shu.
She had been given another chance. The ironic thing was that she had been brought back as a vengeful spirit. Revenge on humans. And she had been brought to a place where there were no humans. And where hurting humans was frowned upon. Fate really must have hated her. But she wasn't going to let fate drag her down, not again. She was going to use this chance to the best she could.
It was an uncomfortable thought. Making friends? Shu had suggested it, of course. Back when they were friends. Going to Amity. Enrolling. Going to school. She swallowed. Well, it's not like she was going to be punished for trying. She decided to apply.
Creative
“What should we do today?” ******* asked whatever was nearest her, not expecting an answer from anyone. Although, it was kind of directed at her pet cat, because calling yourself “we”, unless you were of royalty, was a bit odd. The cat meowed, sitting in the small box that was her “bed”. “We need to get you a new bed…” ******* thought to herself.
“I have an idea!”
******* turned around to see her best friend.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Well, can’t a guy drop by and hang out with his best friend?”
And so, they spent the rest of the day making a bed for the cat.
Reproachful
******* was standing in a long line, her head to the back someone’s head and her rear in the face of another. The line led straight into a cute little boutique that sold a large variety of foods. She was waiting excitedly for a chance to get the delicious apples they had. She wanted to split them with the cute little kittens she seemed to be taking in every day.
Her vision was filled with soft white hair…the hair of the person she was sure was several spots behind her in the line. It appeared that while her thoughts had wandered to the prospects of the delicious apples, she forgotten to maintain her tangibility, and the people behind her had walked right through her. Not wanting to cause a scene, because she was really good at that, with careful restraint, she walked to the back.
By the time she reached the front, the dear old lady smiled sadly at her, holding the sign that signaled they were out of items. She made her way back to where some excited little minis were bouncing with excitement for the goods ******* had promised to bring back. ******* didn't want to be the bearer of sad news, but she shook her head, and walked past the kittens because she couldn't bear to see their disappointed little faces.
Vengeful
Revenge defined her. It was literally what she was...after all, she was a vengeful spirit. She sought revenge on those she felt had done something wrong, for those she knew couldn't get it themselves. And for the past her. She wasn't too sure of what had happened before coming to Halloween, but she knew what that former self of hers wanted to do. Why else would she be here now?
Sad
Had she really hurt another being...again? It was an accident, she swore. Her paw rolled the now-still head, hoping the person now lying on the ground was only sleeping, but no luck. She knew it was a pointless act, yet she still hoped. She really didn't want it to be true.
Proud
It was time. She woke up the next morning to see that one of the cats she had taken in was no longer there. She waited, of course, for it to come back, but she had reached the conclusion at the end of the day that it had grown old enough to leave the nest.
Of course, she was proud. Seeing a child leave was something a mother always expected to do…of course, they held a more pet - owner relationship, but she could see it as mother - child in many aspects as well. But knowing that one day, some of her other adopted kittens would leave as well left a small pang in her heart.
Unique didn't mean being doomed to being judged by society. Especially here. She was coaxing one of the cats to come out of her hiding spot...which for some reason, he was in because he was hiding something. "It's will be okay." ******* tried to say. Finally he turned around.
A horn? Well, that wasn't something you see every day growing on a cat. Does that mean the cat was not a cat? It certainly wasn't the first time... ******* learned that most of what she thought were cats.... weren't really cats. Oops. Well, does that mean he's part cat and part unicorn? A catcorn, perhaps?
She had finally found somewhere to stay. Sure, living in a tree was "comfy", if you liked dealing with the whims of nature.
It wasn't the best place, really.
But it was nice.
And she could get used to calling it home.
Destructive
Her existence was fighting her wishes. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she knew that deep within her, she wanted to rip out people’s flesh and organs. Especially that of humans. She didn't know why, but she felt deep hatred of them and her fear of them only intensified that feeling.
But really, she didn't want to. Though sometimes, she found herself agreeing with the monster inside. And when that happened, well.
Third day of training. And it wasn't going well. ****** looked at the kitten with a mix of bitterness, excitement, amusement, annoyance, and despair. How was she going to get it to stop shredding up her home? There were shreds of everything scattered all over the room. She couldn't tell what they formerly belonged to or what they used to be. Well, she was just going to have to try again.
Defensive
She growled at the offending little children, who were laughing and throwing rocks. She had this feeling that in her past, she would have run away. But she wasn't going to anymore. She ran towards them, claws extended, scattering the children in different directions and she smiled.
"Mommy." something seemed to call to her. Of course, it was one of her adopted cats. Yet, she was sure they couldn't talk before...
Her thoughts were interrupted by another yell, this one louder. Something seemed to be attacking her group. She searched around. It was dark, but as a tiger, she was supposed to be able to see clearly. Yet she couldn't? And something seemed to be dragging her kittens away. "MOMMY!" another scream. She couldn't see. She couldn't do anything. As much as she tried, there was nothing she could do but listen to the screams go more distant and distant...
Luckily, it was only a dream.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:49 pm
Everything felt like slow motion as Loa approached; sound muffled, vision foggy, and he finally placed his heart on the throne.
Who were these people? What were they saying? He looked over in a slow dizzying blur as faces, familiar faces, came rushing to his side. They shook him as hard as they could. Screamed at him. Tried to bring him back.
But he was gone. His eyes rolled back and he was gone.
He faded away into nothingness.
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They had the chance to ask any question. Any question at all. So they chose to ask about love.
The ring passed from hand to hand, slipped on a half-dozen fingers with a glint off the green stone and a flash of runes.
It must be nice, * observed silently through a drunken haze, to trust someone else with your heart and never once fear what they could do to it.
He took another sip of vodka. Paranoia was such a mixed blessing.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:49 pm
((Main Blessing 1/3))
Panic filled him as he looked down at the still form lying on the ground. "Dad?" He choked out, the word strangled through a tight chest and a throat that felt like it was starting to close off, one that he barely felt like he could even breathe through. Somewhere near, somebody was making a high pitched sound, an almost keening like noise, ending in a choked sob.
"DAD!" He screamed it this time, and fell to his knees beside him, instincts kicking in, the first aid he had learned in school and in swimming lessons. Basic. CPR. He checked the body first, checked for a heartbeat, checked for breathing....
Nothing...wait, something. A thready heartbeat. It didn't matter, it was something.
"What happened?" He heard his mom say in a panicked voice to the man, the farm hand that had been out in the field when ****'s dad had collapsed, who had brought him in, who had set him on the ground here while yelling for somebody to call an ambulance.
They lived out of town. It would take roughly 30 minuntes for paramedics to arrive. He would have to pump his own fathers heart for 30 minutes straight.
He was only 15.
He began, and at some point he saw it. A dark shadow, one that reached across the ground, one that climbed his dads body even as he pumped down with his hands.
Somehow he knew then that there was nothing he could do to save him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:49 pm
[ Defensive Memory 2 ]
"Okay...so, all I'm hearin' right now is a bunch of bull s**t. I'm about 99% sure it was you, and 1% sure you know who it actually is if it ain't. Wanna just come clean and admit it was you?" The suspicion in the Hunter's voice hung thick in the air. The panic rose in her throat.
"No! Because it wasn't me!" *** insisted, the hurt and desperation in her voice to be believed was at least very, very real. "I'm pretty open with how much I hate you Hunters! You can ask Deryk, or Petra, or Jude or...oh Jack I don't even remember that one's name..." Probably because 'that one' was someone she had been stupid enough to possess pretty early on, in a desperation move. Probably the only Hunter who knew the truth for sure, because he had seen it with his own eyes. "Even if it was me, even if I could do something so...awful...What would be the point?"
She was fidgeting with her damning backward hands.
"...A-and besides, if I could do something like that, w-wouldn't it make sense to not parade around with something so obviously condemning?" Please trust me, please believe me, her mind screamed.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:50 pm
[main memory 2]
This was very unexpected. When he had circled around and ducked behind some bushes, using the box as a cover for the light of his tail, he expected them to fight and maybe run off. He hadn't expected them to trade numbers and start flirting and kissing. Thankfully his phone was back and he silently took a few snapshots, between some leaves. Black mail, perfect. Maybe, unless they become an official couple, which was possible. They were really into it. Either way he might be able to make a seed off this. He could only hope the wind didn't change.
Character name: ReDawn Character appearance: A blue hearted shadow. Some vague wings might hover behind him in the corner of your eye. He might remind you of a teenage boil. Link to Heart Logheart log Current HP ??? Current weapon equipped sorrow and rage
It broke into a million pieces as she threw it against the hard wood. Another clump of china in her hands was thrown the same way. The box behind her was littered with knick knacks and toys, keepsakes...
She threw another one with an angry grunt. Her body was shaking, riddled with anger. It hadn't been fair, why had it even happened? She threw a few more pieces and the outside world quaked with a frustrated scream and she pulled on her ears, stomping on another one.
"It's not fair, it's not fair." She repeated endlessly. Smash. She continued to throw things, watching as the pieces chipped off and crumbled into nothingness.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:51 pm
[Memory 3 - Creative]
Second hand suit and dress. A strange city. A high school prom.
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*** let out a breath, loudly, that he didn't know he'd be holding.
"Oh god I'm so glad you didn't run away.." he muttered softly, possibly to himself but also slightly to her. He took the corsage and slipped it onto her wrist.
"I.. uh.. knew you didn't get to go to a prom and so I figured I would find one and take you to it? I.. I hope you like the dress. It was the best I could find in like.. one day?" He said it like a question even though it wasn't one. "And I planned the night. Kinda. Well we have things to do anyway."
*** offered his arm for her. The prom itself sounded as if it was in the gym nearby but when they turned the corner they found the halls filled with kids. ALOT OF THEM. This must be a huge school
They were all congregated outside the doors of the gym, the pulse of music could be felt through the floor. By the sweaty state of some of the boys, it looked like they' already been dancing quite a bit.
"You're glowing," He says it like a secret. "Knew that? Like . . . a star." He says everything that night like a secret, like some terrible thing he's kept with him for the time he has been gone, for the time he has been dead. Which is such a funny concept because he's already dead, so it seems impossible for him to be more dead but he somehow managed that particular feat. The witch is surprised to hear that she is glowing and misunderstands. She pulls the ribbon she's kept with her off her left finger and ties it to his arm. That glows, that will always glow even when she cannot and it is just for him. One cannot be a very good Knight without one's favor. And now that he is back, now that he has accomplished his great sacrifice for his lady, he is back. He is safe in her room where bad things are only spoken of but never happen. And he is with her.
There are tears from them both because things have been far too trying for such a young couple. But they have struggled together, have reached this place together. They are happy together. And once they are both sated with their tears, the witch smiles up at her zombie and wipes his face clean. His glasses are gently taken and removed of all their moisture and just as carefully replaced. For a moment she studies him, having hated saying the words in the place she did once before, but now she does not mind. With a soft kiss she tells him "I love you." There is a moment where he pauses to remove his glove, to make the time between them drag out into something sweeter. His palms touch her cheek, a gentle press of chill against her flushed skin. "Love you too, my shining star." Perhaps she really was glowing.
{Main Blessing 5/5}
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:51 pm
The chair screeched behind him as he stood up.
It was the way they had both looked at him. Her, with eyes pleading behind an expressionless mask for him to leave. Him, like a wolf defending its pack, his words as sharp as bared teeth. He must have spent ages putting down the roots that choked her ability to sense what a monster he really was. Symbiotic, or parasitic, they needed each other, in some sick way.
No one needed *.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:51 pm
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"Stop taking things so seriously."
He's really tired of hearing this, but it seems to be an everyday occurrence, so he's mostly given up on telling people to quit it. Instead, he just slides a glance sideways, arches a brow, and sighs. He taps a pen against his knee and leans back in his chair.
"You've gotta learn when to just let go," the other continues, and there's a quiet note of affection in his voice, even if there's a gentle reproving as well. "You hold on to things way too long; just let it go."
Except he can't, not really.
"Let it go," the other says.
"I will," he replies.
Except they both know he won't.
[ Pride ]
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Character name: "Agile" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the gun). Link to Heart Log:♥
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He likes people.
This is not a new fact; he's always been relatively sociable, always been the type of guy that people seem to be drawn to because he never judges and never seems to get riled up over anything. He's entirely laid back, which makes him the best type of guy to hang out with.
But not to date, which is what Angie - and many before her - have told him.
"I don't understand it," Patrick tells him one day.
He glances up. "Hmm? Don't understand what?"
"This whole..." Patrick waves a hand. "Thing you have going on. It's like you're never serious enough about anything. Don't get me wrong, you're still awesome, and I still love the hell out of you, but are you ever going to be serious about anything? Or anyone, for that matter?"
He smiles and sits up, curling an arm around his shoulder. "Are you implying something?"
Patrick rolls his eyes. "Not with me, you idiot. I'd never date you; you're too much of an idiot. I know how much of a douchebag you really are, a*****e."
He laughs, leaning over and kissing him lightly. Patrick tastes of smoke and beer. "Yet you love me."
"Unfortunately," says Patrick, and shoves his shoulder affectionately against his. "I've known you too long and too well not to love you, even if you are one stupid son of a b***h sometimes. But answer me - are you ever going to be serious about anyone?"
He shrugs one bare shoulder. "Do I have to be?"
"No," Patrick says. "But I dunno, are you going to be happy living the rest of your life like this?"
It's a strange thought; he doesn't want to think about it. He sits a little further up and slides over, curling one hand around the back of Patrick's neck, drawing him closer.
"I quite like this," he says.
Patrick's growls of exasperation are lost in another kiss.
[ Creation ]
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Character name: "Nai" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the dagger). Link to Heart Log:♥
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"What is it?"
His sister nudges his shoulder. "Oh come on, if I told you it wouldn't be fair. Just open it up already; it's your birthday, you're not supposed to ask what's in the presents before you open them."
He glares at her, but it's filled with unabashed affection. The package lies in his lap, and he plucks at the strings tying it together with careful deliberation, untying it and letting the wrapping fall away.
"You got me...feathers."
His sister laughs.
"No, silly. It's a fan. You use it to keep yourself cool."
He picks it up and examines it carefully. It's very pretty, with gilded edges on the handle and intricate designs laden into it, the feathers long and sleek and elegant. Oddly enough, he thinks it's rather pretty, though it's not something he would have normally chosen for himself.
He smiles at his sister.
"Thank you.'
[ Pride ]
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Character name: "Agony" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself. Link to Heart Log:♥
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He gets the notice earlier in the week.
"We are pleased to inform you that you are accepted into Amityville Academy. Please take the train to the school grounds, located at..."
"Mom! Dad!" He runs to tell them, excitement coursing through his veins. His older siblings have never attended Amityville, and now he gets to - now he gets to be in with them, now he gets to be swept along in the chaos and the happy madness of the school and this is a new start for him, this is what he wants more than anything.
He packs immediately.
[ Creation ]
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Character name: "Parrows" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the scythe). Link to Heart Log:♥
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He wakes up sometime during the night.
He's groggy and disoriented; there is darkness surrounding him in his thoughts, dragging him through the mud and the blackness, and it clings to him, tries to drown him, but he forces his way to the surface, back to the waking world.
He's breathing heavily - it's hard to think. Sitting up, he pushes his sweat dampened hair away from his face and looks down at the floor of his room, which is covered in oddly shaped mounds.
There is a large serpent coiled in one corner of the room, fast asleep and looking extraordinarily content. A few foxfires have curled next to Gabrian, their little paws pressing against his cool, scaly body.
A short distance away, a little rabbit lies, also surrounded by foxfires. Alessa is nearly the same size as them, but she is happily asleep as well, warm and pleased.
And, at the foot of his bed, there is an all-too-familiar red wolf, her tail curled around her body. Rhys lies next to her, the damned lepus actually calm for once (he's only ever calm around her), and the sight of her makes things just a little easier, makes the air just a little easier to breathe. A small, pale blue foxfire lies on his pillow, Jove's breathing a reassuring sound.
He smiles, gets back beneath his blankets, and closes his eyes.
[ Destruction ]
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Character name: "Rune" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the arm guard). Link to Heart Log:♥
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:51 pm
[ Blessing of the Strong ]
"They have been consuming the other territories. We don't have much time. If we're not careful, they'll be within our wrecks in no time."
"What of our border? Shouldn't they be able to repel them?"
"We haven't had any word from them in seven currents. We must assume the worst."
"But --"
"Don't let the small fries know. To us we are their world. If they knew -- anglermen, I don't want to imagine it. We need to stay strong not for us, but for them. We can't sink their hope."
"So you'd rather sink them at the last minute?"
"What is it that you've told us? It's sink or swim. Sink or -- ******! How long were you there?!"
He wouldn't be able to attend any of the funerals. He wouldn't even be able to see the coffins off. The last memory he would ever have of them would be of their identical expressions of shock and fear and betrayal while they were eaten alive and he was unable to stop it. The last memories they would have would be of him screaming and firing around them, trying and failing to fight off an enemy only he could see.
((Sad))
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:51 pm
[ Side Blessing Proud ]
Naiad sat tall in her seat. She was filled with pride today because for once that boy next door had got what he had coming to him for what he had done. She knew that it had not been the only time he had told her father or her aunt the things he 'caught' her doing. Whether she had done them had been beside the point, what had mattered to him was that she did not like him and so he would mess with her in retaliation. But not this time, this time she had gotten him back! He was the one in the hot seat, and she had not even needed to set things up to look bad! No she was not proud of the fact that she had become a tattletale, what she was proud of was the fact that he had been taken off his high horse because of what she had done. In her mind it was poetic justice, that the one that was the villain was now behind bars, as it were, and that she had put him there.
Her steps were quick and loud as she moved down the hall. She felt good, proud of herself. She'd done as asked and survived. It had seemed a simple task, but it was anything BUT simple in the end. It had been a nightmare.
Her hair was a mess, she smelled like 'holiday' and she knew she had glitter and green lipstick smeared here and there. But she'd survived. Survived and completed her task.
"Sir," she said stepping into the classroom. "Mistletoe decorations have been removed and disposed of."
