Side Achievement completed: The Gentle Link to blessing win(s):xxx
I hope it grows well . . .
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 5:42 pm
Side Achievement completed: The Challenger Link to blessing win(s):xxx
The Guardian was nothing against me even when Ruin tampered with the scenario.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 5:54 pm
Side Achievement completed: The Unkept Link to blessing win(s):xxx
O Captain, my captain . . .
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:12 pm
Side Achievement completed: The Futile Link to blessing win(s):xxx
I'm not a strong swimmer. Ech.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:54 pm
Side Achievement completed: Side Blessing 007: Minor Blessing of the Gods Link to blessing win(s):xxx
My new favorite toy. <3
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:56 pm
"Basically I'm recruiting you to help in the library for my specialization. You have the option to say no, of course. It's essentially a quantum ******** of reading, writing and translating."
"I wouldn't mind if it helps you guys, Cap'n! Even the office work stuff."
"So...what does Stormy get out of this?"
"Absolutely nothing but extra work on top of her mist duties," Ami said in deadpan tone, absolutely serious. "But that's what trainees are for."
Lex whispered to the mist, winking. "And I'll be your buddy."
And she forgot what it was like to be part of something greater, to feel the thrill of her superiors' attention, to feel responsible for something important, to feel small and self-conscious that someone even looked her way.
"May-maaaay. May-laaaaah. MAY-TAHHHH," she half cooed, half growled as she stomped around and lifted her greatsword, gesturing with her head for Evan to come at her. "Furby strong! Furby great!"
"Don't you start that," Evan warned, smacking at Stormy's sword with the flat of his own blade, "or we might have to drop Furby in the ocean a little."
"Oh my God, Stormy," Tuck choked out, shaking his head at the little Mist. She was so damned adorable that it hurt. "Come on, then, Furbybutt. Hit Evan with your best shot."
And she forgot what it was like to be part of a family that had come together because of the mess they had all signed up for, and what it was like to annoy and tease and snoop on brothers because she had a sisterly right to.
"It doesn't make you a bad Hunter," Candace assured her with a warm smile. "I've had my share of meltdowns. They suck. But sometimes having them makes you feel better after, to let it out..Have you ever taken a night to just lock the door, turn off the lights, put on some sad music and just..cry? Just let it all out when things are quiet, to think about the things that are bothering you and just cry until you can't cry anymore? I find it therapeutic, to stop holding it in and let it all go." Candace idly turned her empty coffee mug in her hands. "From watching you now you seem like a pretty strong girl, but I have to wonder if you're putting up a front or not..."
"N-Not strong, no," Stormy said distantly. "That's not the right word for it."
And she forgot what it was like to have someone look out for her, to feel as though she really belonged to her division, to remember that others before her had endured and so could she.
"I'll come to you if I have questions about anything. I'll just . . . do this one step at a time."
"That's probably the best. One day at a time. Besides, look on the bright side. We could die before then." Oh god that was terrible. "Actually don't die. Dying would be bad. Don't die okay? I'd miss you a lot."
"You have a weird way of looking at bright sides, Nevada," Stormy said with a laugh. "I'd rather not die either, okay? Gale would probably kill me~"
And she forgot what it was like to banter with someone she proudly called her best friend and sister, to forget about the heavy white and gold coats they wore and just be silly girls for an afternoon, to have a moment with someone she thought of as a gift in her life.
They were false memories of a dracolich, but the power had been very real. And so had the thrill, the pride, and the self-confidence. What did it say about her that she could lose those so easily, that the only way to feel powerful was if something told her she was?
And she forgot how it felt to be at peace with her identity.
Well aware that Jake's shield was completely gone, Stormy let the weapon fall and guided it until the steel bit through his clothes and sliced open his waist, and she went so far as to step forward to dig the blade in further. And then she dragged it out, let the weapon lift from the motion, and then let it bury its tip into one of Jake's feet like it was Excalibur itself. She found neither was enough, that a dark impulse to ignore her body's pains and keep going was swirling up from within. But she didn't have the energy anymore. She was hollow, bleeding, and most of all just tired.
Besides, having Jake in more pain was better than death. It didn't hurt her conscience nearly as much.
And she forgot the white hot feeling of betrayal, of seeking vengeance out of a willing victim, of feeling like a burden to others whose only job was to follow orders, who ached with many pains and wanted to curl up and die.
"Okay."
She didn't have anything eloquent to say about it because once again Gale was scattering her thoughts like leaves in a very strong wind. But she did have a hopeful smile, even though she felt entirely gross and sick, when she opened her eyes a moment later. There were still a few spare tears falling, but what was liquid sunshine without a little bit of crying and smiling?
"Okay?" Gale repeated, and his chest felt tight, like there was not quite enough air in the room.
"Okay," she repeated more softly, her throat burning once again. What was a little pain in comparison to acceptance? To new beginnings?
"Okay," he said, and there was a rather large, stunned smile on his face now, his face flushed.
And she forgot what it was like to feel wanted.
And she forgot how those burning instruments pierced through her shadowy body.
And she forgot what it was like to be burned alive.
And she forgot what it was like to scrape against the multitude of melted weapons on her climb.
And she forgot the burden of The Sorrowed, for she had grievances of her own to worry about.
And she forgot to smile as she wrote her letter.
And she forgot how humble her foggy beginning was.
And she forgot her first battle, scrabbling to punch an odd cat creature with little luck.
And she forgot what it was like to be so wrapped up in her thoughts because of Paranoia’s Blessing.
And she forgot about her fear of the darkness and the thing that lurked within.
And she forgot about a dog that cared enough to listen but didn’t care to stay.
And she forgot how powerful she felt with those daggers, and how far she had risen in skill.
And she forgot when she and Annabell had worked in tandem to take down the beast together.
And she forgot how wickedly she grinned when the scythe came into her hands, how its power hummed and soothed her no matter how hard the battle.
And she forgot how high her ego soared when the guardian could barely scratch her now.
And she forgot the feeling of excitement to be touched by the goddess herself.
And she forgot what it was like to ride the risky coaster.
And she forgot that her mind was the safest place she could go when all other defenses were stripped from her.
And she forgot the beautiful way The Blue Rose decayed around her.
And she forgot how hard it had been to climb that fence.
And she forgot what it felt like to have a piano under her hands again.
And she forgot the sorrow of life and the release of death that no Wall could defend against.
And she forgot the first time she learned to wield her dual swords with clumsy accuracy.
And she forgot the first time she fought alone and felt naked without a partner.
And she forgot how she first dodged her opponent with the new scythe, how suddenly quick on her feet she felt and how invigorating it was to be strong.
And she forgot the awful, seething hate she had been shaken by as she fly.
And she forgot what it was like to look into the fog and fall with grace.
And she forgot what it was like to be pulled around by her hair.
And she forgot what conviction in her holy mission meant.
And she forgot what it was like to become an intermediate trainee at last.
And she forgot swift she had to be to combat the shadows as she ran the course.
And she forgot the taste of her malicious tea.
And she forgot how much she pushed for people to smile, even if on the inside she wanted to do the opposite.
And she forgot her flare of anger and panic at the sight of the horseman she once called Queen.
And she forgot how she sealed her heart against her moral quandary before beheading the student and silencing her screeches at last.
And she forgot what it was like to come to a stranger’s aid without fear of being shooed away.
And she forgot the primal fear of being unable to breathe as she was dragged into the depths below.
And she forgot her frustration with the underwater puzzle.
And she forgot that she had once been a noble of the Gold Kingdom.
And she forgot what it felt like to hold a mighty weapon and, for once, feel as though she was able to mold the world like the goddesses could.
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