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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:46 pm
Little was known, little was unveiled to him. He had not succeeded as much as he should have to please the goddesses in completing task. There were no words, no memories that flowed through his mind as a gift from their somewhat pleased selves. There was simply little in the terms of hope to gain the blank words where his true name rested. The familiarity of something that was real, something that was right.
Obviously it was never meant for him, obviously he would return to where he belonged the nothingness that his body has risen from. There was the feeling of disappointment from himself and confusion.
But there was little to do. He had failed, he had failed them, he had failed himself, and he had failed returning to the longing feelings of whomever waited for him.
It was just better to float away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:53 pm
[Major Blessing - Memory 1]
He was there, holding some sort of mechanical tool as he stared at the wood. They were funny, some poorly carved figures of some sort of creatures that only existed in some sort of nightmare realm. Or at least they did not look like his own hands, or the other figure standing there. There was a feeling that he was talking as the machine shook his hands violently, tearing it way through the wood. Pausing ever so often to look at the other figure with short white hair and red eyes and his skin almost as pale as the coat he wore.
The other spoke as he grinned almost laughing at some sort of joke. There was feeling as the breeze made its way through the bared t-shirt cooling of the sweat that had rolled down like beads.
This was a punishment wasn't it? Some sort of job thrown on a day off?
No, it was just punishment to remember, he thought drifting there was little likely hood in returning.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:02 pm
[Major Blessing - Memory 2]
This one, was different from before. He was there as the ground beneath his feet seemed to move with subtle shifts as the familiar grin spread across his face. She smiled in return as they made their way to their seats, a feast laid out along the table while others sat chatting to one another. He could see the red haired one, something about being a fairy boy with too much glitter, another who was a friend from something but he avoided them. There was talk, something about books and wine and what sort of duck they would be having for dinner.
Or maybe it was fish?
Food, oh and desert with some ice cream or cake, there was also a love for cake. There was some sort of hope for that desert to come at some point of time since they had missed it earlier. The dinner bell had rang?
Where was the other guy?
Oh well.
They had continued talking, talking before the ship started to shudder, before the lights dimmed and the floor opened up.
He continued to just float as a feeling of losing something extremely important as the image of the tentacles floated away. There was the need, a need to protect others, to help to aid. But they drifted away.
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