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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:00 pm
[ Destructive Memory 1 ]
"Don't you take another JACKING step!" She nearly growled. Whatever she had been holding was thrown at him, and immediately after she was searching for yet another thing to throw. Luckily, there were plenty...and she seemed hell bent on throwing everything at him. "Get OUT!" Another thing, lobbed.
"Calmdown! What'sgotten into you!?" He cried out before wincing; too much activity was aggravating his wound. Not to mention he got hit in the chest a couple of times.
"You don't get to tell me what to do!" ***'s voice was hard and angry, pausing her assault for a moment and only to get her point across. She was seething, she was angry, and she had a whole room of various things at her disposal. There was no way Deryk was getting out of this, not on her watch.
"I TRUSTED YOU!" This time she screamed, her voice pitched with pain. She threw one more thing at him but it was half hearted at best; this was the first time since it happened that she was expressing herself about it, truly letting out all the rage and pain she had felt since it happened but never let out. Her strength returned to her and her assault continued, keeping him at a distance by throwing as many heavy things at him as she could manage. The bottle she had been keeping it locked up in was not only uncorked, but thoroughly shattered.
It took her long enough, really.
"--AND YOU BETRAYED ME!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:00 pm
It was Christmas and her birthday and she wasn't crying.
She'd been crying the day before that. And the day before that. And the day before that. And the day before that.
Count your blessings, Papi would say. Okay then. At least Mami hadn't picked a special day to leave them. December 20th wasn't a special day to any of them before. Now it was a day of quiet infamy, of an anguish no-one would put to words because God had not spoken on that day--instead, he had turned His head.
It was quiet, she was told. Almost like sleeping.
She did not cry, but on the inside it tore her apart like a present in a vicious child's hands.
[ main blessing 3 ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:01 pm
[Memory 4 - Vengeful]The valkyrie's kick made him 'oof', knocking him back and forcing him to roll under the swipe of his spear. There was a casualty though and as the spear blade sliced the air above him there was a subtlest sound.... the sound of hair being shorn.
And ***'s braid was sliced in half, falling limply into rubble.
The albino turned red, turning to see his fallen comrade. A vein was bulging on the side of his neck and he leapt on top of the shorn braid as it it were a fellow hunter that he was forced to defend.
"YOU b***h!" His arrow flashed above Hel's head, exploding into a deadly rain of ammunition. The arrows stuck into her and the ground around her, each arrow pinning and burning and popping with tiny explosions before they finally disappeared.
*** snatched the braid up and held it to his chest.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:01 pm
There was a small keychain on his doorknob. Someone had actually remembered him this Christmas and given him something. He lifted it from his door and realized it was a small plastic whale.
Who could have?
He doubted the person who had given it to him could know the significance, but it meant a lot to him. He kept it.
[Gun Few - Main Blessing 2]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:01 pm
[memory 3]
"I told you no, I don't want to." His complains fell on deaf ears, she had suddenly gotten it in her head that they were going to go spar (if that was what this would be) after hearing he knew next to nothing about fighting. She was going to help him "practice". He knew full well that this probably meant being slaughtered by an overly exuberant 3rd year, especially as any attempts to run away were removed but a strong hand attaching itself to his wrist.
"I mean the least you could do it fight me one handed or something." he tried to talk her down or at least save himself some bruising.
"Too bad!" she chirped, happily pulling him along to the gym. she simply crashed through the doors and hauled him in. "No way! It wouldn't matter if I fought you with one hand or two. I'd kick your butt either way!!"
"Yeah well... that's what I figured." he muttered, defeated.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:01 pm
[ Greater Blessing 4/4 ]
*** could not describe the terror she felt at what she saw.
Was that ... was that what had come at killed her people? Was this what her society had become? It was enough to nearly freeze her, the monstrous beasts she saw wandering the foggy lands. What could she possibly do against them? She was just a priestess. She was no ashen soldier, and she certainly was not a member of War or even Conquest, who was much better versed in the battle arts than she was.
Still, for her people, she needed to try and get the bravery to stand up to this, right? It wasn't so terrifying if the others were taking it with such stony faces, right? It was hard to convince herself of it, body shaking as she couldn't find herself the bravery to move. She needed to fight! Why was this thing so terrifying, so unnerving? The others weren't affected by it, so why was she?
Perhaps it was because they had seen it more. Fighting these insanity titans were the first experience *** had ever had with insanity, and she was not sure if it was one she wanted to repeat, but it was one she would need to.
*** attempted a swipe of her weapon. Did it hit? It was so hard to tell with insanity beasts...
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:01 pm
((Memory 2/3))
He felt awful.
This wasn't his first breakup, and likely wouldn't be his last, but this one had been different for some reason. It was like...It was like he had actually cared about this one. And she had dumped him. He had never been the dumpee before, always the dumper.
His fingers were threaded through his hair as he sat on the couch, a bottle of spiced rum on the coffee table in front of him. Jennifer. The one that got away. The one that when she had caught wind of his bullshit had fled before things could get bad. Thing was, he had really liked her. Would have actually maybe tried to change for her...
The computer bleeped at him, an IM, somebody trying to get a hold of him on Skype. Probably Jack.
He ignored it, leaning back on his couch with a sigh, grabbing up the bottle of rum as he did so and taking a swig, his eyes red rimmed.
He could talk to his bro later. Right now he was going to get wasted, and then probably go out and get himself laid. Nothing healed a broken heart better.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:03 pm
The first time she'd put her hands on the piano, she was five. The teacher, Ms. Wright, had been patient with the quiet child, because even from that first day the woman knew *** had a gift.
She did not speak (was afraid to, actually), but her music spoke for her. The instrumental ivories took the place of her teeth, producing far more meaning than *** ever could with words. The piano became her only means of really communicating with the world, and it was good and it was bad.
[ main blessing 4 ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:04 pm
It had been Solliette's choice to sacrifice her Heart. Except it hadn't. Not really. It was the final task required of her. Was this what she was needed for? Why had the goddesses given her this existence, only to take it away, tearing it apart bit by bit until there was nothing else but this fathomless emptiness?
One final surge of feeling -- an all encompassing anger -- consumed the last of her. Echoes of regret lingered in her place. Then, there was nothing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:04 pm
"Fight me!"
"What?"
She giggled and danced around him, excited. "Fight me!"
This was... a spar? Last time he sparred, he'd been beaten up but this was different. This was among... friends? He lifted his weapon warily, but felt good about it all the same.
[Gun Few - Main Blessing 3]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:05 pm
Blessing Of The Chosen The boy was young, probably no older than her, and he wandered the desert with purpose. It was the first time she'd ever seen anyone not like her, or from the caves, and she couldn't help but follow him. He hadn't brought enough supplies, she knew, and he would die within a few days if she didn't find a way to help. She flew off as he slept to find him more water, occasionally leaving bits of food she may find throughout the day along with it in his camp. She wasn't sure why he was there, but he was just so fascinating that she didn't care. She was going to be in so much trouble when she got home, it was forbidden to interact with others not like them, and likely for good reason but...well they were just so interesting how could she not? The boy woke each morning to the new bounty and though he questioned it he still took it and *** stayed hidden in the dunes to watch him, never saying hello, but trying to keep him from dying of stupidity. He just really wasn't cut out for the desert and she had to help.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:05 pm
Sea world! Little *** put his hand to the glass and giggled happily. On the other side, an orca stared back with intelligent eyes.
"They'll guide you home."
[Gun Few - Main Blessing 4]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:07 pm
[ Blessing of the Gifted ]
"I didn't do this to punish you." The gentle hands ran over his face. It was odd; he could see her moving her hand, yet he couldn't feel it. "Parts are... scarcer now that we are under siege. Listen."
Both of her hands were on his muzzle, forcing him to look up and meet the pinpricks of light that were his Leader's eyes. "I'm doing this to protect you. Don't you see? It is all about survival. You will be all right. We call ourselves Lost Fathoms because no one else can fathom what we're up to. See?" Her voice was light with a forced smile.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:07 pm
"Did you seriously just try to ******** break up with me via texts?"
She had. At 2am is had sounded like a good idea. Lots of stupid things sounded great at 2am. Get a burger from some 24 hour joint, go watch a horror flick with the lights off to see who screamed the most, see if the liquor cabinet was locked.
*** though she had it in her. She'd had a few and was working off a little Dutch courage. It was wrong, this was just . . . wrong.
He was laughing hollowly as she struggled to maintain her balance.
[ main blessing 5 ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:07 pm
[ Destructive Memory 2 ]
They fought hard. Undead verses Hunter in a room of glass and crystal. The ground was littered with shards, the broken remnants of their duel and struggles. With one definitive movement she had won. She became the Puppeteer to the Hunter's puppet. She taunted him with his own voice, and moved his limbs without his permission or control. It tasted like victory, and she loved every moment of it, despite not being able to actually see or enjoy the look of absolute terror he would no doubt have given her, had he been able to control his expressions.
He - and by extension, she - had a shard of crystal held tight in both hands, poised with the tip just under the protection of the rib cage, in a soft, vulnerable spot.
"--Just trying to make life a little easier." She said in a voice that was not hers, just before plunging the shard deep into the Hunter's body. Her intent had been to murder him with his own hands, a move that would have been perceived as suicide, and yet something was wrong. Very wrong. The pain inflicted back on her, and in a strange stream of motion, she was no longer in the room of glass. The wide Halloween sky opened up above her as she lay on the ground, holding the now gaping wound in her stomach.
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