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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:57 pm
(Main Blessing 5/5)
There were... a lot of women's names scratched into the headboard. Stacie, Veronica, Martha, Victoria, and Isabelle to name a few. He wrote them all down on a little note card, wanting to keep a log for when he left.
Some man in a hooded robe had approached him, told him he was special for seeing the things that he did. He wanted to call bullshit at first, but eventually he admitted that the man was more than likely right.
Janessa, Sarah, Keira, Goldie....
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:08 pm
(Proud Memory)
It'd been a very, very long night of hard study and dealing with people. He normally enjoyed people, really he did, but when one was attempting to decipher an ancient Norse poem that could possibly lead to a great artifact? He wasn't too fond of people at a time like that.
Flipping through the notes he'd made and his mental files, he'd made a good amount of progress. He'd narrowed the last paragraph to two meanings, both of which seemed a bit silly. Biting his lip as he inspected a ruin another time, a light bulb went off in his head. That wasn't the ruin for clown! It was for down! Augh, how silly of him!
Making the change, it all made sense now. He beamed, folding the text gently before running to log it in the computers.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:18 pm
(Creative Memory)
"***? Could you teach me how to make brownies?" The young woman asked, cuddled up against him like a little kitten rubbing her face into his. He made a little "tsk" sound as he pushed her away with a great big grin on his face.
"Of course, Eva. Just stop with the face thing, it's kinda awkward with me dating Ami, now." He lightly whined, sitting up from the cafeteria bench they'd been eating lunch on.
"Why?" She gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes, innocence abounding. He rolled his own grey orbs and ruffled her hair.
"Because I said so."
After the treats were all made and ready to be frosted, he handed his 'little sister' a tube of sparkle icing. "I may or may not have been prepared." He grinned, pulling out a tube of his own.
She just beamed in all her sparkly and cute wonder. Then a grin crept across her face. "Race you to see who can get the most icing on these..."
"You're on."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:24 pm
(Vengeful Memory)
The boy had smarted off, and He wasn't in the mood to be messed with. He told the boy to stand down once more, that he didn't belong here and he certainly shouldn't be doing what he was doing.
The boy shoved, and He broke loose. They were tumbling, punching, kicking, biting even. Insults were hurled, black eyes given.
He got the final score, though. Just as the boy had foolishly left himself open, a knee was planted in his groin. The fight was over, He was victorious.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:30 pm
(Reproachful Memory)
He and Marcus had been playing the game for a while now. It was tense, the room filled with tight emotions and strong opinions. One was the aggressor, the other the defender, but the roles constantly swapped with each Jenga piece that was pulled.
"Do you love her?"
He couldn't say. He wanted to say it with every bit of his being, but he couldn't say it. He pulled another piece out, glaring at the man across the table from him.
"What does it matter? I'm going to treat her well."
Silent fuming for a while, before Marcus pulled a piece. "It matters because I care. She's important to me - and I don't take the people that are important to me lightly. ******** up even once, and you're mine."
Another piece was pulled.
"Do you love her?"
"I... I don't know."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:35 pm
It was unbearable, as his heart was torn from him. A 'heart' he had never possessed to begin with. But the exchange wasn't without it's merits. A strong, tender feeling drifted through his conscious as his mind became aware of the memories of Mara he had previously given up. But then something else flooded his conscious, something unexpected-
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:36 pm
A petite and ornately clad mare with one red, and one golden eye smiled to him, hefting an entire log by herself on skeletal legs that seemed somehow seemed far stronger than their delicateness belied. She had impressed him. No more than that, she was the first friend he had, since ... since ...
Mara. Something had happened to Mara ... His chest was tight with pain. But ... why?? ... Still, the way this kindly young mare smiled ... it almost made him feel at peace again. Somehow, he just knew he could trust her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:15 am
So this was how it felt like to return to where she came from, was Vettey's final thought as her existence began to fracture with the removal of her heart. Something that was once given form and solid fading into nothing. The memories played themselves like a silent movie in her own mind, the emotions evoked intense as she found herself clinging desperately onto what little remained of her existence.
In the end, they were all nothing but tools for the goddesses' personal enjoyment. That was the only conclusion that she herself had come to at the end of all this. There wasn't enough time. There was still so much more that she had yet to accomplish and she refused to give it all up like that. As the last of her faded and in doing so put an end to her existence in this world, the last thing she could think of was hoping very dearly that the goddesses burn in the very depths of hell for everything that they had put her through.
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:37 am
{ FIRST CHOICE - CREATION}
It didnt really make a sound. Not one in the air. Bt as he pulled out the yellow core, there was a tremendous ripping feeling that was louder than a scream and softer than a wind breeze.
Above him the colors continued to pulsate and give new life and meaning. Before tearing out his heart, he had chosen: Creation.
It hurt at first, but began to fade. As Tiekash ceased to be, his mind replayed the promise he had made:
I will become a god of anguish. A god to end all anguish. No one will be hurt. Not ever, ever again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:42 am
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE CHOSEN}
*** was really nervous. Much more than he ever thought he would be. It was silly to get so nervous over nothing. Just the first day of school. His clothing was neat and his room was well, it was as neat as it was going to get.
For a brief moment he stared at himself in the mirror. The memory fuzzes here, warps like water on a photograph, the colors bleed and merge into smudges.
He had friends in school. It would be fun.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:43 am
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE GREAT }
"*** Come on! Don't be a jerk," There was laughter behind him. He was in an odd form, running or more like bending in the air like a fish bends in water. His long, tube shape twist and twirled. In his mouth was a brown paper bag.
"No way! Can't catch me~" It was nice to have friends.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:47 am
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE STRONG }
No one would hurt her. He stood guard, his fangs barred. Behind him laid a girl, someone he knew well and cared for. From her forehead there streamed blood. She was hurt so badly. A new being was before them, menacing looking. It had fangs as well. Bigger fangs.
"You don't have to do this, ****," She whispered weakly, "Just go get help. Get away from here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:49 am
{ SNIPPET MEMORY - BLESSING OF THE GIFTED }
He had a skill. For the first time in his existence, *** had a skill. Praise rightfully earned from the teacher resonated through him. He was good at creating things with his hands. Making working contraptions and doodads from the scrap he kept in his room.
"You could really do a lot with this," They had said, "Keep practicing ***. I know you'll go far."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:52 am
{ GOLD MEMORY - PRIDE}
All the words on the paper swam. None of them stayed in the neat, uniform lines. Characters pulled themselves from the sheet and blithely changed positions with their neighbor. What was once cat became tac and tac became act.
For a moment the teacher paused by *** desk. He noticed the look of struggle and frustration on his face. "*** Do you need me to go over this again? You look like you're having problems."
All eyes turned on him then, all ears tuned. Blushing scarlet, he shook his head once sharply, "No."
"I see. Well, if you need help, you should go to" --- /memory end
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:56 am
{ GREEN MEMORY - CREATIVE}
No one had expected that. Off to the side, the battle teacher stared in awe as *** continued to use the momentum of his enemy against them. *** Was light on his feet, able to flee and strike almost simultaneously. His opponent was not so graceful. They stumbled and gnashed their teeth, trying to get to him.
At the last moment, he used his species skill and invaded the attacker's body. Then he used that brief moment to have them knot their show laces together. Exiting the body, the opponent became even angrier. Yet, the very first step they too, they ended up falling face first in the dirt.
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