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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 6:00 am
{ WHITE MEMORY - SAD}
The truth was, he was lonely. That was why he went and bothered everyone. It was why he stole the food. Well, THE HUNGER didn't help either. Except slowly the hunger was fading. It was like a well known friend for *** was leaving. What would be left without it?
There was a gap inside himself. He tried to feed it by taking food. For a few stellar moments it would fill, but once he escaped or the person he stole from retrieved their items, it would be gone.
*** was very, very lonely.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 6:03 am
{ VIOLENT MEMORY - REPROACH}
xxx was *** friend. *** knew this to be true. Yet xxx looked so angry and sad. In their hand they clutched something. Looking at it made *** feel dizzy. Something bad happened, but he couldn't really remember what.
"How could you do this? This was priceless to me! You, you are worthless," xxx was crying now and *** wasn't sure if it was over the ruined priceless thing or ***'s relative worthlessness, "Don't ever talk to me again. Don't ever!"
It was the first time any one had confronted him about his behavior. Something unsettling happened. He felt regret.
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:38 pm
"You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
Was it? Had he really been right in doing this? It wasn't as if he could stop now, but--it had to happen. There was no way out of it, Imuiel realized as everything he was began to unravel. One of the great mysteries of life had presented himself to him, but he couldn't really linger long on what it felt like to truly die. He was far too entranced by what he was seeing rush by his eyes, caressing him even as each memory slipped away from him.
There was no going back.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:44 pm
-->defensive memory - -
"You won't touch 'em. I said you won't, and I wasn't lyin'." N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ growled, shifting in front of t̛̛͘͢͝h̶҉̵͞è̴̛͘͟ ̡͢t̷̕h̵̵̵̨į̧n̷̶̸̨g҉̧̨͜ before him. T҉̶̶͘͜h̶҉̵͞è̴̛͘͟ ̡͢t̷̕h̵̵̵̨į̧n̷̶̸̨g҉̧̨͜ wanted to hurt, wanted to tear and rip and destroy--and he wouldn't let it happen. T҉̶̶͘͜h̶҉̵͞è̴̛͘͟ ̡͢t̷̕h̵̵̵̨į̧n̷̶̸̨g҉̧̨͜ pulled back, and N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ reared up to deflect it, holding up something white and shining as t̛̛͘͢͝h̶҉̵͞è̴̛͘͟ ̡͢t̷̕h̵̵̵̨į̧n̷̶̸̨g҉̧̨͜ went for the smaller ones behind him--
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:51 pm
-->defensive memory - -
B̶̡͘e̴̢̕ļ̷̀̕͞o̢̕͞͡v҉̸e̵͝d͟͝. He could feel them near, afraid. Though there was no rituals between them, he knew, and N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ could feel his throat tighten as he moved closer to where he knew they were. Something had B̶̡͘e̴̢̕ļ̷̀̕͞o̢̕͞͡v҉̸e̵͝d͟͝ frightened, and he had every intention of going to extinguish just what had caused it as soon as he could. It was his job, after all--
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:53 pm
-->sad memory - -
F̸̵̸ŗ̴̡̀i̢͘͜͝͏ȩ̸͞n̵͡ḑ̵̸ was gone.
There was nothing else to it. N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ knew it, deep in his bones. F̸̵̸ŗ̴̡̀i̢͘͜͝͏ȩ̸͞n̵͡ḑ̵̸ was gone, and they were not coming back.
He held their mask gingerly in his hands, staring down at the slick surface with a throat choked by sorrow.
They would not speak again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:58 pm
-->proud memory - -
Today was the day that N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ was to be given his s̛̕h͝͏҉̛è͟͢͝͞l͘͜ĺ͞҉̸, and he could hardly suppress the feeling of elation that threatened to bubble up into his head. He had done it--he could almost be considered À͜͢͝҉l҉̨i̶̶̶̴͢v̵̛͞͠e̡̨͘͜͟ now, and the knowledge of such was absolutely thrilling. What he'd earned had been in the process of being crafted for two nights now, along with those of a few others, and it was time to go retrieve what was his.
He stepped up when his name was called, his heart straining against the confines of his chest--
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:02 pm
-->blessing of the chosen- -
N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ had escaped. Away from the traveling caravans and the reaching claws of T͜҉h̸̡́͜e͘͟͝m̶̕̕͝, under cover of night and a shroud fashioned of dark, torn cloth. He was here in the p͏̷̛̕͘l͢͠͠͡a͠҉̸̛͜c҉̶è̀̀҉ he needed to be--away from T͜҉h̸̡́͜e͘͟͝m̶̕̕͝.
For now, this would be home.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:04 pm
-->blessing of the great- -
He'd seen her sitting on the steps when he'd gone to investigate where he would wind up. She had been scared of him--N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ didn't think much of that. All things considered, it was an understandable reaction.
Ín̢̛͘ţ̵̵̕͞ę̷̴̕r҉̶̸̶͢e̴͜s̸̸̨̕͜ţ̢͘͢ was her name. He'd have to remember that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:07 pm
-->blessing of the strong- -
"Come on, now. You've already been fed, C̵̛̕͟o̡̢͟͞m̸̡҉͏͞p͏̕͜͟͞a̶҉́͢n͏̛̛́͟i̧̢͞o̧̕͟͢͠ń̵̨̨͘."
And still, the p̷͏̸͠è̷̛̕t̸̡͞ whined at his feet, scratching at his boot with a skeletal paw.
"...oh, alright. Just one more of these things, an' then no more for tonigh'. Sound good?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:09 pm
-->blessing of the gifted- -
What was he even looking at, here? The strange device puzzled him, and N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ tentatively reached out a hand to touch it, pulling back almost instantly when the smooth surface flared into life.
An e̷͟͡͏y̴͠͠è̸̢p̧͘͝h҉̶̢͢͝o̸͢͡ǹ͢͠ę̶͟͡, A̸̴̶͜l͏̵̢͝l̢͟͞y̷̨̛͡ had called it. As far as he was concerned, it was something he didn't want to deal with.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:12 pm
-->blessing of the hopeful- -
It was the dawn of the first day, and N҉̀͟͝a͝҉͡͡m͡é̸̡̛l̢̀͘̕͟ȩ̕͠҉̷s̶ś͜͜ was not sure what to expect. He hadn't slept at all last night--then again, he didn't really have to, but that hadn't been the point. He couldn't have made himself do it even if he would've tried.
He had to go out sometime and take a look around. There was no way he could stay where he was forever--especially not when he was finally here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:04 am
As she pulled her heart from her chest, memories and emotions returned to her, and then they were all that she was. Again, she was nothing if not shaped by her past: and it made her better, somehow. It made her stronger. It replaced some of what she had lost. She did not really understand all that she had lost until that moment came, unravelling into the parts that had once made her whole.
Alone, she was nothing but the blank slate she'd began as: no memories, no past. No one she loved, cared about, fought beside, knew. Nothing. Without those guiding lights, she was built on the bitterness of being alone, the desire to prove she was strongest no matter what the cost. Raumias, as she began to lose her consciousness, felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
It was as if something had been calling to her, constantly trying to pull her back into the thralls of it, and she had been resisting. Until this moment.
Finally, she was undone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:20 am
[ Blessing of the Chosen ]
She was listening to Invictus talk about... incense. ****** was really not the kind of ghoul to make incense; it seemed like a fairly finicky task, and when would she ever even need this stuff? She produced a scent all of her own, and accompanying that scent, a colourless, odourless smoke. Basically, there was absolutely no need for her to make any incense at all. And yet, as she was preparing it, she felt like maybe it would be okay.
It wasn't. She knocked the fire over, and started to light the entire classroom up. At first, she said his name as though there was no hurry: "Faustus?" she asked, watching the flame catch on yet another paper divider. Then, suddenly, and much more urgently:
"FAUSTUS, I THINK I DID SOMETHING VERY WRONG, PLEASE HELP--"
Before she knew it, Faustus was rushing to her side, pulling her clear of the flames, and she couldn't help but think it was funny.
That was all she could remember-- the fragment cut off. Where she had been, who Faustus had been, what was so funny: all of these things were lost to her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:31 am
[ Blessing of the Great ]
Perhaps it was best to begin at the beginning-- ****** was on a bench, and there was a foxfire playing in a pile of leaves in front of her. She felt like she wanted to laugh, but she wasn't sure why-- someone's voice was there, beside her. A sad, tired voice. When she glanced over in the memory, his face seemed gaunt; he seemed like his pallor rivalled even her own, and she was a ghost. That was something.
"Have you been sleeping at all since...?" she asked.
"-- no... I haven't slept a wink."
The beginning. The reason she wanted to turn her essence into baked goods. A sliver of memory, a reason long forgotten.
She'd started this to try to help someone she could not help. Voiced blurred together.
"You cannot fight what he has done to something you cared for, but you can fight him in order to say I am not okay with this."
You can fight. You can always fight.
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