“I like you, and I think you're cute, like a puppy. The kind that I kick around and neglect feeding for fun. You shouldn't put your nose into places that might get you hurt, though you do have one thing right.” She spoke casually, putting the finishing touches of polish on a single nail. “You can beg and beg and beg but you will never get any treats. It's not about being rewarded, it's about climbing to the top, so yes, if there is more to just fighting shadows, I think the morale would be that it is also fighting each other for that last, tender piece of meat."
She shrugged. "Not that you would know what the difference was, not when you don't know anything."
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:54 pm
[ proud ]
###### had been at school when the letter came. If one wanted to call it a school really, it was simply a room that had been turned into a make shift school for the new arrivals of their kind. But it had served its due, and they had stuck with the simplistic building, it just made things easier.
She had been there for some time, going every day even after coming home from her travels to a new land. She didn't think anything less of it even though she yearned to go back to Amity.
But when she got home, she found her wish would finally be coming true. Her parents beaming, her sisters mixed with joy and jealousy. She would be the first to go, the first of their family and really the first of their kind. That part of this didn't matter to her. Because she would be going to see her friends again. Her unbeating heart, her chest area really, swelled with happiness and, sure, pride for finally getting to where she wanted to go.
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It was desperation that drove them to work together. All of them, sick of dying. Sick of dying over and over again. But he could see what the others couldn’t; he placed his coat over the rune, and one by one they followed because desperate people always followed in the end. The clock stopped - not that they had known it was a clock at all.
The old man’s display was regarded by * with the appropriate terror and awe. They were powerful - but not in the barbaric sort of way. They were inevitability. They were, simply, the truth personified. Truth was hard to look at sometimes. Truth didn’t need to raise its voice, or its hand, to be understood. Truth didn’t need to fear others. They respected and feared it innately. He wondered, in a brief moment of jealousy, if he could ever bring them all to fear and respect him too.
She and * were not so different after all.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:54 pm
Now death solo 2! Huzzah! She had willingly stepped forward, making her final sacrifice all in the name of remembrance. Legacy. Something about this set a rather bitter taste on her tongue. Or at least she thought it was that. Rather it be that than... well. Her other option for what she could be tasting after ripping her own heart out.
She tried to find comfort in the fact she'd at least done the deed this time, not Ovfeimal. In that, Viae realized she would have started laughing if she had the breath any longer. That she felt anything at all mystified her. Nothing but numbness had seeped into her being since she pulled her heart from her chest. But now? She felt... light. That, for the moment, no worries trailed her. No reason to fight presented itself. She let herself absorb the sensation of drifting apart. Fading away. It was as soothing as it was... familiar. Being sent back into nothing, the same nothing from whence she came? Viae felt herself drift--was it her body any more, or fragments of her body? Perhaps her soul?
So long as she got to fly.
That thought struck her as odd. She was okay with death, with being nothing, so long as she got to fly? Was that the sum of her existence? I am, therefore I fly?
...to be fair. That would be a rather fine way to spend eternity. So long as no more monsters fell out of the air onto her. It was almost on a laugh that Viae felt herself slip away on. She drifted into nothingness.
They had their ups and downs, but there were times they reached a strange sync. Something that made *** look past the fact that Jack was quietly smug at best and downright abrasive and conniving at his worst. He was a spectrum of odd things just as she was, and she did not question it. Why bother when she was already molding to conform to his shape?
It was when they played music, however, that she felt her best around him. Her on the piano, him on his guitar, just singing whatever they wanted, duet, solo, competing, harmonizing.
Serenading was romantic. It was a drug that kept her going when she started to lose her impetus.
[ main blessing 2 ]
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:54 pm
((Main Blessing 1))
Cold. Dark. Numb. His body, frozen in time but his mind-- alive and searching for answers.
He was swimming, swimming through the coldest darkest waters imaginable, the only light filtered though crack-like fissures far above him. He knew not breath for air or fear of drowning; the landscape was as natural to him as the fish and crustaceans lining the bottom of his mud and metal encrusted crypt.
Seeking the light he rose higher and higher until finally torn flesh covered arms met with a solid black icy ceiling. Pushing his bony fingers through the fissures in the ice he broke off chunks of this ceiling and bit by bit felt himself pushing through to another atmosphere, and a new sensation - lighter and dryer than previously known. Pulling himself up through the hole he created he was lifted out of the cold black waters and into the glaring light of the world above.
Sun sizzled vapors off his frozen blue flesh as he took in the white wonderland above the icy water. Mounds of fluffy powder littered the landscape, only broken up by sharp black tangled trees. The current on dry land was weak, only an occasional billowing rattling the lighter tree branches and kicking the white dusty hills into swirling clouds of icy mist. Walking along the ice he felt his bare feet soothed by the numbing sensation no other surface could afford him. On the shoreline ahead he spotted a familiar face, a crown of long wavy brown hair on a pale, pristine fleshy body wrapped in all manner of drapes and shawls--clutching…clutching something dark and familiar in her hands.
She was waiting for him. Her smile enough to melt countyside into eternal spring. As he drew closer he found her nestled into the hillside, two large black motorcycle boots in hand. They were his.
All of it was his --- he thought
He felt the comforting numbness fade into painful stinging heat in his chest. As he drew close enough to speak to her, to draw from her offering hands, to embrace her….his vision fades to black.
The only feeing lingering from the memory was of a pain he wanted back.
"He threw a Jacken WATER BALLOON at me!" steam rose from his head as he tried to heat up enough to get the offending substance off of him, but it had done more damage that just his hair. Some had gotten onto his cloths, including his jacket which he stripped off, exposing nothing but a tank top underneath. It didn't even have the decency to cover between his wings.
"Ugh and my cloths are wet. Jack it hurtsss. Water and flame demonsss don't mix." His voice started to pitch higher into a whine, perhaps with a bit of demonic accent slipping through.
“I’m sorry you got wet. But I’m sure he wasn’t aiming for you. He probably just missed whatever he was aiming at and hit you by accident.” the horse tried to comfort him but it did little good.
"From his window? Really?"
Andrew grabbed the boils arm and used it to wipe some of the water off. Well, he made the attempt, the boil didn't have as much of a coat nor a shirt to help with the drying process.
"It hurts. I don't like it."
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
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:55 pm
[ creative ]
Andrew was sadly going to keep being unnoticed by ###### as she listened fascinated at the skills that Mjoll possessed. She couldn't imagine ever being able to make such items, much less own anything made in such materials knowing the monetary value; she didn't quiet understand why such things would be so expensive when so many cheaper items were just as neat. Not everything had to have such a high price to be appreciated.
Like a small smile and a nod. ###### greeted the other ghoul that had joined them with her own, not wanting to interrupt their amusing exchange even with a simple hello. Though, "oh, you give these to someone?" She asked curiously. The thought never crossed her mind, she thought it was pretty on it's own and she wanted to keep it for herself. But now that she thought about it, and all the other booths and everything. Well, that made sense.
Scarentines was an interesting event.
As were the types of paper that Mjoll went on about. So many ~ "paper is paper, isn't it?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:55 pm
It was obvious they were guilty.
None of them tried to hide it, really. A few were even proud of the fact that a dozen of their own had been murdered in cold blood. As each one gave their testimony they almost seemed bored by the idea of accountability. And yet, no one could really bring themselves to do more than glance around at the spectacle.
In his naïveté he made a stand against them. They came and murdered the blank-coats too.
He’d have to find a subtler way, he realized, clasping fingers around the telltale mark of a circle on his hand.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:56 pm
There was a great screeching of metal clashing against metal. One group surged forward in unison, almost as if commanded by something unheard. The other ragtag, wild, with unpredictability on their side. It was chaos - they should have been allies here in this inverted grey world, but the man with the scythe and the great grey monster that unfurled itself toward the sky had other plans.
He chose to stand aside and let them work it out for themselves.
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[ Greater Blessing 3/4 ]
The guilt was almost impossible to shake.
Maybe she should have just turned away from her work for a moment. He was so desperate to see her that he literally did not leave... he needed something, clearly, desperately, but *** would never know what that would be. She hadn't a clue what that was, so of course the other one was mad at her. *** had truly messed this one up.
Well, she couldn't let herself do that again.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to dedicate herself so hard to her studies. Since she was dedicated so much, she missed the outside world, even if she had become better as a priestess. Part of being a priestess was understanding her people and becoming one with their needs and wants, showing them what they needed through the power of trance.
She couldn't do that very well if she never went outside and talked to any of them, could she? And she couldn't do that very well if she didn't have some idea of what the other clans thought too, and make herself more worldly so she could truly be the best she could be.
Perhaps the best way to learn and to elevate the Clan was to completely and utterly dedicate herself to the Clan. She came second. No more prioritizing herself.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:58 pm
As *** turned and walked away, he wondered if maybe he had gone a little too far. It was clear that Peyton recognized her mistake, and maybe she was even genuinely sorry about it. He probably didn't need to leave her hanging off the training dummy, even if that was the exclamation point on the statement he was trying to make to her. Maybe he should go back and at least let her down. She had been crying, for ******** sake.
Then he remembered being pushed under the water. He remembered choking as it filled his lungs and the brief moment of terror where he hadn't been sure if he was going to make it or not. What a pointless ******** death that would have been, drowning only a handful of strokes out from safety.
He thought of all of that and then wished he had found something higher to hang her off of. A flagpole, maybe.
((Vengeful))
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:58 pm
Gun remembered strawberry blonde hair. He'd been fascinated by it's length and sheen. It was beautiful hair, and he'd reached out just to feel it, without thinking.
Embarrassment. Humiliation. Shame.
So much lasting shame.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:59 pm
-reserving also and now bye-
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:59 pm
The Fading
She had chosen creation, for good or bad. She could vaguely recall the feeling of her heart being offered up, but even as she watched the others she could feel it fading. She had done so much, fought so hard and endured so many trials already...this was the end. She chuckled quietly through the pain, it seemed a bit anti climactic to her. Happy endings were probably only things for books. She looked to the others desperately, pleading, wishing they wouldn't do what she herself had just done. Maybe they would be smarter than she was. Maybe they could see her fading away and wouldn't make the choice. Yet, even as she hoped it she knew it wouldn't be. They were as helpless as she was and they would all fade away again. To know life...it was precious. She hadn't made many friends but she had touched lives, and they had touched hers. Still it was over now, and it was time to go back to sleep. She slumped to the floor as her eyes closed, but still she was uneasy. It was all just too...too much...
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