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 Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:21 pm
[  All certed! Remember though, they're still technically paintings. Just...more grown up paintings. ;D <33 *watches intently*]
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 6:05 am
"Does anyone remember what floor the Gallery is on?" Huni asked, she didn't mean to sound rude, and while the grown Souls was usually reason enough for her to coo and fawn over them, she was more worried about her own charge.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 4:41 pm
Oq scratched her head, noting that somehow in the shuffle, skull barrettes had found their way into her pink hair. She took the change more seriously than she had anything thus far- it meant that the people around her weren't in the chipperest of moods.
"Let's just trek up and see what we can find," Oq said, galumphing up the stairs to what she figured would eventually be the gallery.
Don't worry, kiddies. Almost done. XD
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:18 pm
Memory smilied faintly at the change in the two new Souls. It was nothing her mind could dwell on, however. The thought of finding Celestyn jammed the cogs of her mind like peanut butter.
The stairs... Memory had thought that she'd climb those for the last and only time when she'd recieved Celestyn.
She sighed, and followed Oq.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 5:07 am
Huni bit her lower lip and followed after them, mumbling prayer after prayer under her breath.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:53 pm
[Sorry about this lag, kiddies. Poor Oq is just flooded with problems! This time her computer's being wonky. D: Should be up and going in just a bit!
In the meantime...*colorcolor*]
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 2:28 pm
((Backback! Thanks Missa for making le posty announcement. ^_^))
Oq took the stairs two at a time, pressing her hands against the walls as the staircase ascended into a narrow passageway. She turned to the parents who filed up behind her, and felt some of the pressing need to continue, so she said nothing and continued upwards.
Finally, she reached a door... and when she touched it, it prickled with energy. The muse, despite all she'd seen and even done, was taken aback, and pulled the hand back to press against her chest. She put it back... tentatively, but not before saying a silent prayer of sorts, that nothing would happen to her or the parents.
"Well, here's looking at you..."
She pulled open the door and was suddenly bathed in a band of pale blue light.
"Oh dear..." She said, eyes growing wide. ....She walked into the attic.
((Next post reserved for Missa. ^_^))
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 2:46 pm
The attic was old. It was dim, with one window, through which spilled twilight that illuminated the room. On normal days, it was hardly interesting. A large oak table loomed in the center, and the yet-to-be-summoned paintings were draped with canvas and lined against the wall. Usually, the oak table was empty. Today, however, was neither normal or usual, and this was not the case.
Familiar paintings were lined up on its surface. Each painting depicted a Soul, or two, as they had been seen on the corridor walls downstaris. Now, though, each soul was pressed up against the painted canvas like a child against a glass window, gentle smiled gracing each of their faces. In the center, upon a gilded stand, was Marissa's painting.
The scene went somethign like this: The woman knelt, beside stairs that ascended to a platform, upon which shone a blinding light. There was treasure about her, gold and rubies, silks and oil, scattered at her feet and on the stairway. She faced the light, arms ourstretched as if in sacrifice.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:53 am
Huni followed wordlessly, nervously, each step becoming more and more tentative. She felt uneasy as they ascended the stairs towards the attic where the muse led them upwards. From behind the others, she quietly awaited her turn to enter the attic.
Was this the same place she found Noi? She couldn't remember, she had such an awful memory that it could very well have been and at the same time it could also not have been.
Her jade eyes scanned the attic, until they came to rest upon the canvas that contained her Soul. She wanted to rush to it, to perhaps pry it off the walls and take it home, or in her state of annoyance, demand that things be explained at once. But she made no motion to approach the painting that housed Metanoia, no words slipped from her lips.
Instead, she stared at the canvass where Marissa was in. All those precious objects, the composition, the blinding light, did these mean something? Were they meant to represent some message that the painter (or whatever it was that created the painting) had for those who would come to find it?
Huni remained silent, nervously biting her lower lip, unable to look away to ask the others of their thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:05 am
Memory shuffled her feet, mouth slightly agape. Her eyes shone with pool of tears, and she stared dumbly at Marissa and the Souls' visages. Celestyn, her beautiful Celestyn, so cornered and so trapped. Why was she here; why had she come in the first place?
Her right foot moved forward timidly and she paused, hesitant.
A tear slid to the floor.
["Marissa and the Souls"; how's that for a band name?]
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:36 pm
Oqaia's eyes wandered the perimeter of the room, noticing that in their still pictures, the Souls all stared out with smiles, as if waiting for something. And the picture of Missa was the strangest of all to her, and after she examined it, she turned to the assemblage of worried parents.
"Huh... look... she's looking up into the light, like she wants to... give it something. And she's surrounded by valuable things. Maybe we have to give the house something that's valuable to the infants to make them return."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 9:29 pm
Huni drew in a sharp breath at the muse's explanation, something that Noi finds of value? She didn't think the Soul had anything of value, other than Keith but there was no way she would offer up another living creature to the house. However, perhaps one of her toys... but the red head didn't bring anything from the house.
"Does this mean we have to go back home to fetch the object?" Huni asked, preparing to leave.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:17 pm
Memory turned to look at Oq and cocked her head.
"Value? How so? What kind of value; what do you mean? How would we give it to the house, how would we find an appropriate gift? Valuable to us or valuable in worth? I don't understand..."
Her voice cracked and slid into silence. She lifted a hand to her forehead and noted that it was shaking.
Tears formed in her eyes again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:34 pm
Oqaia shrugged, her shoulders pausing for what seemed to be a long time at her ears before finally falling back into place with a half-hearted slump.
"I don't know. It's just that in the picture, it looks like she's sitting around valuable things... look..." the muse turned back to the canvas, and, strikingly enough- was shocked.
It takes quite a bit to surprise a muse- for their life is wrapped around that infinte coil of change, ever molding and warping into new strains of ideas and possibilities. So it was definitely an important thing to note... that Oqaia was stunned with what she'd seen.
She had turned her back from the central picture for just a moment, but in the time it had taken to do that, Marissa had changed position. She was now holding- not any of the jewels or fine silks that were around her feet, but a paint can and a brush. She looked pointedly- though stock-still- out at the parents, pointing the brush to the tip of the canvas. She'd written but one phrase on the wall behind the fine silks and jewelry on the ground: Bring them later. Paint now.
There was room for no more. Oqaia, stunned, turned back to the parents.
"I don't know if this will work... but we have to try. Quick- grab some paint and brushes from the corner, and.... draw something that your soul values on their painting, near them. Then I think the house will give back the kids...and they can bring that object back to the house later. Like a ... sacrifice?" The word stilled in its possibility, vicious in her mouth.
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