Somewhere distinctly not here, an Alchemist waited for her Bard, bottle in hand.
He would come. He would be here.
It had been so hectic as of late, with so much conflict between serving her King and following the music, but there was a careful balance to be maintained. She was an Alchemist, so she knew this. She knew how delicate the mixtures could be, how they should each be studied and assessed with the greatest of care. One extra drop could ruin everything.
One wrong step could change the world.
Once, a long time ago, she considered a great many things. Of futures and resources and changing the world. She formulated a plan as meticulous as it was perfect, and was pleased, fulfilled. Until she heard his music. It felt as if she had never lived before now, had never once taken flight or stretched her wings.
But instead of soaring into the sky, she kept her feet on the ground - her footsteps firmly planted in the ones the Bard had already made. She might have mistaken the catalyst for the end result, but this felt like what she needed to do. She followed her heart now, forgetting the suggestions of her mind.
Or she had. It would appear, Mimsy noticed, that wrong step had been made. She could barely set the bottle of Fireliquor down before she felt the seams begin to split, the mixture begin to evaporate.
She mourned only the lack of a song.
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 7:51 pm
Roland was leaning over the form of another broken Pawn, he didn't know the warriors name, he did not know his family, his friends, his history. He was dying though left in the field of battle wounded by one of the many attacks thrown by the kingdoms. Roland had finally stopped fighting, he wasn't sure who to fight.
For so long Riley had been a calm, quiet, even shy in someways, seeing her attack in battle, hearing her call a rally against the King, being unsure if the King was actually real or not. It had all startled him, it made him wonder what they where truly fighting for, was it worth it to keep fighting like that?
Careful hands moved to wrap a bandage around the wounded figure, he whispered hushed words trying to calm the poor figure who seemed to be reaching for his face. He didn't yet notice how the world seemed to be funneling down, how all he could see now was the man dying on the ground before him.
"No no no.... you can't die please, too many have fallen, and come back to fall again. Someone must live through this tale." The mans lips moved, he spoke, Roland leaned in closer but it was queer how the man spoke yet no sound reached his ears.
"Still your voice sir, you only do yourself h-" The man continued to speak, yet Roland was shocked, he did not hear his own voice, it was then he realized how silent the world had become. The cries of others left dying, the sound of wind over open ground. All of it was simply gone, his own voice too.
Looking around Roland saw only an empty void, and even what little of the world he could see it was quickly dwindling as his sight seemed to fade away. Roland shook with fear, the world was truly coming to an end it seemed, had they failed? Had killing Xiu damned all of the Red kingdom? Or had they all failed the voice?
He looked to the dying man, he was gone, a shadow in his place that was even fading before the world went black.
Panic.
That was the only word to describe what Roland felt next. He stood up stumbling forward finding his feet hit no bodies, no cracks in the dirt. He had no comfort of a White or Black pillar to guide him, only darkness and a lack of knowledge at what had transpired in the Silver tower. Forward he stumbled begging to the darkness for help when he stumbled to the side falling to the dirt confusion flowing over him.
His body twitched, he squirmed on the ground, something wasn't right, it didn't hurt but something was slipping away from him he grabbed at the ground finding nothing there, no hand and no ground yet he was laying wasn't he? He had a body of which to lay in the dirt did he not?
What had caused this to happen who had he failed, had Riley betrayed them? Had this all been for nothing? He tried to focus on the past events but even those where quickly slipping away as his existence came apart at the seams, he only hoped that life on the other side of death would be kinder to them all.
At least he was blessed enough to die never knowing his life wasn't real.
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She was not here, he knew.
Of course, neither, really, was he. But that was arguing semantics. What qualified, really, as being "here?" Sparrow supposed it could be swayed either way, though really he didn't particularly enjoy being in the world without her, now that he knew that he did not really belong in this one.
He could see him.
" - you're so cute, you know that?
"I really just find you adorable."
"Mine."
Snatches of color, of memories, of vague, messy images that flitted through his mind like a bird's wings, and he smiled, reaching out to touch one of the soft downy feathers.
Time to leave.
Was that the right term, 'leave?' It was more like falling asleep, he supposed, and either way, he was closing eyes. The smile on his face was gentle, relaxed, in spite of everything, in spite of the fact that he did not entirely know the outcome of his own story.
It's all right, he told himself, as the world shook and disappeared, fading to grey. It's all right.
I will right my own story.
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 7:57 pm
Just as Nevena was struggling to get to her feet again, the entire world swayed, pitching so violently that she thought she might be sick. Praise Jack, that wasn't what happened, but something else, perhaps something far worse, did.
Golden eyes went wide as what looked like living shadow stumbled out of her, staring blankly ahead as though transfixed by something Nevena could not see. She was a striking figure, entirely composed of shadow with a ragged, snaking dress. that clung to her shamelessly.
Without thinking, Nevena reached forward as though to touch this Other Self, and the shadow-woman shook herself as though attempting to regain her composure.
Bits of shadow broke off, flittering away like leaves in the wind. Her eyes widened with surprise as the figure continued to simply disappear right in front of her eyes, and despite herself, her teeth gritted together so soundly that her jaws ached.
"Get out." She whispered, clenching her hands into her fists to steel herself. "You aren't real. You never were."
She forced herself to watch as this other side of her continued to rot away, until at last, there was nothing left.
Nevena expelled a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, frowning to herself. Enough was enough. She had to find Aymet, find the other Kings, and get them to wake up. None of this True King nonsense, not if she could help it!
Then, something hit her so hard that her head snapped back, her hair streaming behind her in a tangled frenzy of pink serpents--
--and Nevena fell into darkness.
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He supposed it didn’t matter what she wore. Even in the darkness swallowing the room, even with the sheer look of fright at suddenly being pulled up, even when her green clothes were replaced with gods awful silver, even when she was nothing more than a shadow of the faerie he loved, she was still beautiful to him. And when curiosity sent her hands pressing against his coat, he could not begin to kill her, not at first. Mort took his time because deep down, a part of him hoped to stop himself with the motions. And a different part knew that doing so simply damned him more.
He smoothed her dress. Brushed her hair. Touched her wings, her cheek, the back of her neck one last time. Useless to comfort her, but he could not stop himself; just as the Voice compelled him to destroy, so did his heart compel him to drink in her form one last time. He wished he did not have to do this, hated how snug the handle of his sword fit into his palm when it had not been unsheathed in so long. Mort was a king of Creation, not . . . not of violence. Not of ruination. Not of death. Circumstances had only forced him to be, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth as he leaned down to get a better look at her face. Gods, how he wished he could say something, tell her that this was for the greater good, that getting rid of the fake was the only way to get the real one back, that he had never wanted to kill, never, that he loved her and could only do this because he did –
But instead the king planted a kiss of death and drove his sword into Belladonna. And as the faerie fell, her hands slid into his coat pocket and withdrew the white rose she had given him just before this madness began. A tiny flash of light in the shadowy room, Mort could only stare and clench his jaw as he lost the last token of hers he would ever have in this world, the one flower she had specifically chosen for that day because undying love was its meaning, because her commitment to him was silent and everlasting – and even still could grow.
He had taken her life. She had stolen his heart in return.
And now they were both gone.
A chill settled on the green king as he straightened and sheathed his weapon, his countenance losing any trace of emotion as the Voice boomed over them once more. No comment was made as the rest of the silver washouts were unraveled, no movement effected as one by one they shattered. If the Voice could do this, why hadn’t it before? Why had it spurred them to kill when it could have easily swept them away?
A lump formed in his throat as he banished his thoughts and cursed his own imagination; they were a moot point now.
Boundaries melted away as the Tower disappeared, depositing the remaining kings in a white void with only the vaguest of darkness at its edges to denote size. Their mirrors stood stark against it like things pulled out of the night, the emblem of them individual crowns hovering inside the mirrors. The Voice congratulated them, but every word out of the disembodied pseudo deity rang hollow in his ears. Loyalty. Success against all odds. Power.
His kingdom was demolished. His heart was gone. He no longer cared.
Wordlessly Mort watched as the Violet King thanked the Voice for a reason he could no longer fathom, perhaps for finally being given the praise he deserved. Still as death he witnessed the Black King rail at the Voice for its deception before simmering into the silence vengeance always took – the inevitable period of calm for him to plot anew as he slept. And longer still Mort stood and looked to Meng, looked to the throne, looked past them both to the mesh of memories, voices, shrieks, tears, blood, betrayal, the faces of those who longer could be because of a sickness in this world –
– and rather than fight with Pride, Creation gave in.
He was so very, very tired.
Mort stepped to the mirror and gave his reflection a solemn look, eyeing the sunken look in his eyes, the disrepair of his clothes, the sweat and pain that seemed etched into his face. But most of all, he looked to the place where a rose had once been, and where now only emptiness was.
And then he leaned in and welcomed the sleep he so desperately needed. To dream. To escape reality.
To create a new vision.
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 8:07 pm
So in the end, they hadn't actually gained anything and ended up losing what little they did have left... if it could be called that.
Imryn just closed her eyes and tried to keep down the fear she felt bubbling up inside as the tower started to shake and fall apart, trying to focus on something happy until it all ended. Sadly, the more she tried to focus on something, any memory at all, the more she could feel them slipping away. Just like she was starting to do as well.
Was this really the end? Despite being a fragment, would no proof of their existence really be left behind? The thought chilled her to the bone, wishing that for once she'd taken the time to find someone to stay with. Someone to be there when you needed them, just so she wouldn't have been alone at the very end.
Frightened and alone, Imryn sat there huddled against the fountain, dissolving into nothingness along with the rest.
Arynek was not in the tower, she was exhausted in the battlefield. She now knew she was a fragment, created from memory of another girl in another world. Yet, she was grateful that she was created. As the surrounding started to unravel and disappeared, she knew it was the time to say goodbye.
Sun was not there, Rei was not there, her parents and cats were not there. Although she was grateful of being created, Arynek, once the Moon was scared, afraid of embracing the ending.
Moon. Her fate was already chosen.
Moon doesn't glow on its own, it just reflects the lights it received from the Sun. She was once lost, with her home destroyed. Then, Sun came and guided her out of the darkness.
"Hello!" she greeted. "I don't believe we've met. I am the Sun. Who might you be?"
Like her name, her smile was as warm as the Sun, she was as shinny as the Sunstone. Yep, that's why she gave her the pendant with Sunstone on it. She hadn't thought that a shadow could make her feel like that before. Sun showed her her armor, took her to the tower, protect her when there was dangers......
As the memories washed away, she began to recall them one very last time. How she killed Vanya with the scythe, how she fought with others in the battlefield unwillingly, how she got recognized as one of the shadows.........
They became unclear and vague, tears started to drop down from her face but she didn't care anymore. She began to sing, a song that can represent her feelings now.
I was always walking alone When I turned around, everyone was far behind Even so I kept walking, That was what strength was “I’m not afraid of anything anymore,” I try to whisper to myself. Someday, people will be alone And only live on within memories So that I can even love and laugh at loneliness
I am glad that I met with you. I am thankful that I was created and living in this world. I have had a meaningful life. I am finally not alone. I am a satisfied fragment.
Everyone will be alone someday, living on in memories only Even so, it's fine. I call this peaceful feeling "my friend"
I might be fake, but what I gone through is not. They are real, otherwise they won't warm my soul. Arynek closed her eyes, putting her hands in front of the chest. She was smiling.
Someday, I'll forget the days I spent with everyone And be living elsewhere At that time I won't be strong anymore I will just be sobbing like a weak ordinary girl
She would become empty again. However, she wished, wishing that her originator, the other Arynek would live a happy life, on behalf of her. Arynek the fragment was a part of her, if she could enjoy her life, so will she even she was going to shatter soon. Arynek believed that, truly in her heart.
Please be always happy, Arynek
As she totally vanished in the air, the song came to an end.
Thank you. For everything.
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 8:27 pm
There was only the two of them. The crowned victorious King and the Voice, the one who created, and thus promised them everything. The King stood in the center where seven mirrors floated on all sides, suspended level to him. Only one held the King's reflection.
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"And so your wish will come to pass."
The Gold King would see it now, in that one mirror facing him, his own reflection moving closer, slowly, steadily. No, he himself was. The will to fight, the will to struggle had been smothered smothered. The will to think was crushed, in that single moment, like the fragile, uncertain creations they were. Everything could be re-created. Everything could be reassembled.
And like the other things, the Gold King simply disappeared into the reflection as the final mirror too went opaque. Mirror. Gate. There was no other side.
This too, was freedom.
In the aftermath, nothing stirred, and there was a heaviness in the air, a deep sense of regret. It was always painful for a creator to see their creations so flawed, and to have to ultimately, recreate, beyond the level of fixing. It was time for a new trial to begin, again, and again, until it one day would find it, the perfect scenario, where everything was as it should be. No, it did not want memories to recreate something old, it wanted memories to create something new that was better than the old, and because of that its creations continued to be flawed. Discard and create anew, find more willing to carry the title of King and from them spin greater memories. There was always another where the last had fallen.
From where the mirrors still stood, silent and resolute, the floor began to slowly grow again, tile by tile, and then the walls around it, a table, curtains, stairs winding downwards, like a strange, twisted spine. A new world, new Kings, new memories, new fragments, it was the Voice and as long as it existed-
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- "You shall fall." And then, everything simply stopped on that single command alone. And then, just as quickly, everything reversed, the newly fabricated tiles, room, everything, turning silver.
"Your have no power here, not any more-" The White Pillar began-
-"Because we have taken everything from you." The Black Pillar finished.
Both seeped into reality as a visible force, a powerful white sword and an ancient blackened staff. Both of them emitted their own light, their own darkness, waves of power washing into each other as they took the frozen silver room, the tiles, the stairs, curtains, throne and created from it-
A Silver gate. The bare outlines, the frame, appeared first, tracing simple swirls and patterns along the sides that solidified into a deep chrome. Then, the long metal bars of the gate itself, swinging wide open. Last, the veil, a swirling opalescent substance that continued to move and flux. It churned, defying any laws of gravity in this world all together, and dribbled droplets, fragments, the same memories the Voice had tried to destroy. They came in small groups at first, and then clusters, and then almost everything in the world was silver, save for three forces, one black, one white, one pure gold.
The Voice stopped. The Pillars had all but taken its power for their own. It saw its own power, the fragments it thought it had destroyed, changed into something else, given a meaningless life again, meaningless existence, an existence only it should have controlled. Imperfect creations still perfectly within its domain. "You have taken my fragments and my power."
"As is expected," Cut in the Black Pillar, sharply, "You do not think you are better than I, do you?"
"As is fated to be," Suggested the White Pillar, "There will be a time in the future, perhaps, when you are to be used as you once were."
"Then what are my choices."
"You have no choice." The Black Pillar flared in distaste.
"You always have a choice." The White Pillar remained protective.
"I see only one choice." The Voice simply sighed, or perhaps it was the Silver gate straining a bit as it reached forward - as filaments of it first curled around the power of the Voice and then slowly wrapped over it, tugging it forward. It did not resist. There was nothing it could resist with. Slowly, the last of its remaining power disappeared, pulled through the Silver Gate as it closed a final time.
The two pillars still remained.
"At least," The Black Pillar finally remarked acerbically, "It was entertaining." And then it too, simply flickered out of existence.
With only the White Pillar remaining, everything seemed a little too bright, a little too white. Everything felt soft, warm, yes, perhaps the correct word was overwhelming.
"So lies this legacy," The White Pillar remarked, "Memory fragments created from a memory themselves, and yet, still able to defy and turn over a great battle and save many lives. All who once who served Kings, waiting for their promise, and everything in between that became a little more." It laughed a bit to itself, as if amused by its own joke. "Alas, I speak too much, my time too comes near where I must depart from this world. Remember that you are fragments yes, memories indeed, but also something else which even your creator did not account for. Emotion. A strong power extraordinary, one that changes everything repeatedly, unexpectedly. You are quite blessed to be given the greatest ability of all."
The White Pillar was flickering, but there still remained in the center with all the Silver something else. Seven mirrors, each of them opaque.
"You still have a little bit of time." The White Pillar seemed just as excited. "I'll protect you until they come back, just a little longer. I really like happy endings, you see."
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 8:56 pm
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This prompt is for all Seven Kings only. Anyone is free to read this prompt but only the Kings (ALL SEVEN) respond ICly to this turn of events. This is what happens in the Kings' POV after they get sucked into their mirrors (for all of them).
You look around confused.
You see a glass wall in front of you. As you reach towards it, you realize you are trapped inside, everything outside opaque. To the side of you is someone who looks remarkably a lot like you but different. Ordinary. Wholesome. It oddly reminds you of the plain, ordinary look of the Silver Kingdom, for a second. Their eyes are closed, sleeping. They cannot see nor hear you.
You instinctively reach out towards them.
At first, nothing happens. Then, slowly, and oddly, the other opens their eyes. For that first moment, they look straight at you: no, through you, gazing questioningly towards the opaque class surface behind you. They reach out their own arm, right through your body, fingers pressing against the surface of the glass as, cracks begin to form on the surface.
You hear more snaps along the glass. The other you, the not quite you struggles, and finally stumbles out, as you hear something, a hollow shattering noise. For some reason a strange sense of relief washes over you: at least you will be remembered in some form. Yet, where they go you cannot go. You're trapped here, in this strange void, neither existing nor non-existing, simply here. Eventually your own madness would overwhelm you, and you perhaps would try to scream, shout, anything, but it would not matter. Everyone else is gone. If there was a wish, if the Voice held a promise, that is gone too.
You are alone.
"No." It is a disturbance, calm and powerful, "You were alone." A white pillar. Though you cannot see it, it guides you through your own prison and turns you around. There, on the other side. Another door.
Another transparent door. This one is unlocked. You can see shapes, clear shapes moving through the other side. Your subjects, your friends, your allies, familiar faces. They're waiting for you through the door, some anxious, some confused, others simply nodding and smiling.
You walk over and open the other door.
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gaia_crown[ ALL PLAYERS ] - You now know both sides to the story. You now know who you are, a fragment, and that the memories created are the ones the Voice gave to you, nothing more, nothing less. But for someone who believes they more than fragments with their very existence and fight to be remembered, can you really deny them the privilege of being something a bit more than a memory? - The White Pillar will stay a little longer, just so you get your happy ending. It'll stay until you say your goodbyes, talk to each other as needed, and perhaps, confront your Kings to say your hellos and finally, goodbyes. - Just a little longer, and then this dream will end. - Or who is to say that this is the reality, and everything else a dream? - OOC: This is the LAST rp posts that you will be making FOR THIS EVENT so wrap up as much as you need. Make sure to QUOTE people you are talking to and their characters so people don't get too confused! This thread will remain open until the end of the event on Jan 30th at 10:00 pm PST. - If you are guessing who the Voice is the last time to guess is also at that time.
gaia_crown[ AWOKEN PLAYERS ] - You thankfully are brought back into this world from that strange, cold sleep. You look around: some familiar faces, you can see it now, see how they're a little different from the others around here, different from the fragments that make up this world. Those ones are from your world. You feel a slight nudge from the White Pillar, and they speak directly to you, in your mind only, their voice tinged with a strange echoing quality.
'They're waiting for you, your own versions of Kings. You have played the greatest part of the hero, and your home awaits you now'
Relief, and for some reason, you can feel it. This White Pillar would not lie, they have no reason to lie after all they have done for you. If you have any final goodbyes to say to this world, now would be a good time. Otherwise, when you are ready, you simply let the Pillar carry you away as you finally wake up.
- OOC: This is the LAST rp posts that you will be making FOR THIS EVENT so wrap up as much as you need (though you can do as many follow up rps as needed). Make sure to QUOTE people you are talking to and their characters so people don't get too confused! This thread will remain open until the end of the event on Jan 30th at 10:00 pm PST. - If you are guessing who the Voice is the last time to guess is also at that time.
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gaia_crown[ ALL KINGS ] - As you open the door you see familiar faces on the other side. They're waiting for you. Strange feelings wash over you, but they're replaced by a soothing calm. The aura from the White Pillar feels comfortable. You now know all sides of the story, as the Pillars brought you back and told you your purpose as shards. It doesn't hurt as much now.
There is still one more thing you must do before you leave in this world. Your wish still has to be fully fulfilled.
- OOC: This is the [bLAST rp posts that you will be making FOR THIS EVENT so wrap up as much as you need (though you can do as many follow up rps as needed). Make sure to QUOTE people you are talking to and their characters so people don't get too confused! This thread will remain open until the end of the event on Jan 30th at 10:00 pm PST. - If you are guessing who the Voice is the last time to guess is also at that time.
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exclaimDo not forget ALL RESPONSES GO IN THIS THREAD no MATTER where your character finished off at. Even if your character did NOT finish the tower, you can still have them come back and meet with the other characters, their Kings, etc, one last time. Make sure to QUOTE whom + the character you are talking to! exclaim
That is the GM conclusion for Seven Kings! Thank you everyone for joining and posting, this has been an amazing and of course incredible journey of events and I'm sure some of you would really like to get some sleep. You have been nothing but wonderful, inspirational, amusing and dedicated, thank you everyone who participated or even watched along the sidelines, cheering for your favourite teams! - Please note: if your character is a FRAGMENT ONLY (that means, if your character was not part of the chosen group who encountered Medea or Circe) after you have done your farewells (and there will be something like another 24 hours to do so, until the 30th at 10:00 pm PST when the event officially ends), even if you don't post it, it is assumed that you say your last farewells. It ends on a good note, and really, you got that last chance. After that just assume this world ends in an indefinite note, where it simply naturally blurs from existence to finally non-existence. In fact: you don't even know when you stopped. It simply feels right. - If your character is a AWOKEN CHARACTER their true selves wake up from their sleep. For students/ Horsemen, you wake up mysteriously in your own tents/ cots/ dorms, as if even the Medea encounter had been a dream or had it? For Deus Ex, you see a few lab techs bumming about, they quickly send you off your own way. You'll probably get a harrassing text about mission reports the following day, so you know, priorities. You may now return to RPING in the guilds as you please/ feel free to rp reaction rps as you'd like following from it! (Please wait till after the 30th at 10:00 PM pst to post any rps related to this event thank you!) - AWOKEN characters retain all their memories of what had happened. This is for AWOKEN characters only. If you'd rather not your Awoken character remember everything that is fine, since there was a lot of pushing and pulling going on, it is fine if your character only remembers bits and pieces and GRADUALLY remembers everything - LASTLY, the prize ceremony and rp point distribution will happen tomorrow when the event ends! Don't forget to get your nominations end! We will be tallying results from 7:00 pm PST, which is the deadline for these! There will also be more stuff! Prizes! Trophies! Minipets.
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 9:17 pm
Everything came back. Andrew wasn’t sure how, or when, or why, except maybe this is what the while pillar meant by last good byes. Was this heaven?
He didn’t care. He just didn’t want any more last regrets. His search was for blue hair, which he found not far away. He wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by. Never again would he allow something he wanted pass him by. He found her, still near Molan and grabbed her, pulling her into a kiss for a long moment lips to lips. “I should have done this the first time.” At least this time he was sober.
At first he had not thought he actually existed - but perhaps he didn't, not really. He had hands and feet, of course, and a face and a body, and a mind...at least, he thought it was a mind. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he was just imagining things.
But he couldn't imagine things without a mind to do so.
Mengyao glanced around, his brows drawing together in bemusement. The place he stood in was a muted grey, but just ahead was...a wall? A glass wall, translucent, yet as he drew closer it grew less clear, blurred around the edges. He lifted a hand, his fingers hovering over the glass, but he drew them back at the last moment, hesitating.
He turned his head to the side.
Do I exist?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
The figure beside him felt the same, but it was not; he knew that. Their eyes were closed, asleep in a transcendent dream of...what, exactly, he wasn't sure, but he at least hoped it was peaceful.
He held out a hand towards them.
Do I exist?
The other him opened his eyes, and for several seconds it felt as though time had stopped (if it was even started; was there time here?), staring at each other, mirror opposites, and he felt...
...he wasn't sure what he felt. The other him reached through him.
The glass shattered.
And soon he was alone again. Trapped, locked, secured away within his own prison, never to be let out. His wish had gone ungranted, hadn't it? Hadn't he wished to be freed? The very definition of freedom was subjective, he supposed, but now he was alone. Alone and...
...not quite. Mengyao's eyes flickered towards the light, the calm, white pillar, and his hands slowly dropped to his side, pausing only a brief moment before he followed it, his gaze searching, moving towards the door - the door through which he could see.
I am not alone...am I?
He stepped through the door, through to the other side, wanting to find only one person. It did not take long to find her, but when he did, he stepped silently towards her, one hand on the hilt of his sword, now tucked away in its sheath on his belt, the other resting loosely at his side. He stopped about a foot from her, his expression partially inscrutable, perhaps calm and quiet, perhaps not.
"Lifen."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 9:30 pm
Like a crashing wave, breath rushed into Julian's lungs, his eyes snapping open when he... he blinked and found that he was still in the dream world. It felt like he'd just gone to sleep in the middle of something, his mind was muddled. Things were coming back, but it would take time. He saw others milling around, didn't understand why they were still here and how they were all back to normal... or normal enough. The voice in his mind, it wasn't the Voice. He turned and saw the white pillar, his own sigh escaping him. Home, he could go home and this would be over. His friends would be safe.
Julian took a step towards it, but stopped. No... He still had things he had to do. He needed to tell Sin he was sorry, he hadn't wanted to hurt her but there had been no other way. And Lumi... He needed to see her and explain... He turned away from the portal home and looked around the crowd, trying to find the fragments of his best friend and... and Lumi.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 9:41 pm
There was a flush of warmth that fluttered beyond her eyelids, and Tomoko sighed, the slightest movements of her body bringing discomfort as she stretched out to find herself again, taking a long moment to take in the sight of her fingers again, flexing them a few times before clenching her hand into a fist. Then she looked around with a startled gasp. She could see again! But she actually wasn't sure where she was, to be honest. Everything was white.
Those who were there - the fragments - seemed to be at a loss for what their fate was now. She wondered if that small part of her that had been pulled to pieces was standing there amongst them all somewhere. It felt strange not having her anymore, actually. Tomoko placed her hand over her heart and took a deep breath. Her borrowed courage had been returned to the one who had given it to her.
Perhaps she had been wrong when she said that nothing she had belonged to that voice. Yet she took a deep breath and began her search through the faces to find those that she had come in with - she would leave with them too....
They're waiting for you. the voice was quiet, but it sounded booming even in her eerily still mind, and she stopped, sighing deeply as she looked around. Where? Thackery was awake? The real one? She clutched her chest and continued her search for those who would wake when she did. After all, didn't heroes go home together?
Lilwolfpard
Tomoko is looking for Remi
Astrabot
Tomoko is looking for Ash
Melodine Cantus
Tomoko needs to hold Erebus' hand some more kthnx.
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