The figure had approached him on that afternoon, promising him the power to become the hutner. He wouldn't have to be afraid anymore
The knights were many, but he kept attacking. He didn't want them to defeat him.
Jason Kenneth
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 10:50 pm
It was hard being a chosen princess for her Clan, but she had always been the one to have those responsibilities.
Even if not her Choice, Amphi would respect it.
A third year now, she was stronger. Better. She was becoming a better mermaid, the greatest Mermaid.
One step at a time.
She had survived, even if she drew herself inwards. Even if she didn't talk, she had been strong. She hadn't let the hunters completely win over her. It was okay.
She was the stronger of them wasn't she?
"I can sing anywhere, any time, any way you want Lou." Amphi cocked her head up. She had been blessed with a beautiful voice, gifted with the range and talents to utilize.
It was a bet he would lose.
It had started with stalking him. And he kept telling her how much she reminded him of Xiu and how he couldn't like her.
But he already liked her.
Amphi clutched at her chest. Clinging to that small light of hope. He had to like her, She liked him so much!
People had died.
So many people had died. Amphi turned away from the trance, away from the memories of Arcana. Of the liquid in the goblet that Medea had given them all.
She didn't want to see this anymore.
She didn't have any weapons....until here.
It was her first weapon ever, a giant sword too big for her tiny form. She can sheathe it, but what good what it do? It was meant for destruction without purpose, not for purpose.
At least thats what she thought as it dropped down behind her and cracking the floor.
But if he could protect his brothers, his family, even Tomoko, then everything would be worth it, right? This world was nothing besides the people he held dear, and even if he forgot about them...
At least they would be safe.
He had been chosen by the King of Reflection, to serve him as a Truth-Seeker in the war brewing ahead between the Kingdom. It was his greatest honor, to be selected by someone he had respected so much, and also had an uncanny resemblance to...
Being triplets to the famous Cerberus line was something so great, but though he was proud of it, it also weighed heavily upon his shoulders.
There were so many expectations, and he knew he should strive to be more. And yet he hid his nose in books and shied away from others in Amityville.
He was the middle brother. He certainly wasn't the strongest in a physical sense, nor in his social skills. But when it came down to it, like now, as Xiu collapsed against his back, he was determined to be a pillar of support and did it unconsciously, with only the intent of taking care of those who needed him.
He had no special talents as far as he could think of.
All he wanted was to make those around him happy. And so he tried, attempting to find a gift for his brother.
He had never done anything much.
But now, watching his brother lie there on the bed in a coma, and having them tell him that there was a way to save him, he felt a glimmer of hope rise within him along with determination.
He would save his brother.
It was only the second time when he reached the fountain, and under the delusion of being a hero no less, that he realized which was the right grail.
Just a simple one.
The truth was that he was an incredibly bad at avoiding people he didn't exactly want to meet, not because he didn't like them, oh no--
But when he remembered how bold he had been, he felt as though he needed to apologize. Somehow.
'You seem to be well informed and handle group behaviour well'.
"U-uh, thanks? That's... really nice of you."
The stark realization of it hit him, and he realized, at that very moment, that the King was a mere shadow of his brother, and he had to kill him so Thackery would awaken from his coma. Everything was cold, and his heart hurt with the realization... how could he kill someone that looked so much like his brother? How could he kill someone that talked and laughed like him, even if it was to save his life-- how....
Dear Arthur and Thack,
I might not come back.
That's what they said anyway. I didn't think it was right to beat around the bush even in this letter of... farewell, I guess? I mean, I imagined what it would be like to get this letter from either of you and I wouldn't want to read until the very end to realize that I could lose one of my brothers forever...
And so he introduced himself, and they had talked, and she had shown him something, a bright flash, which caused her to wobble on her feet.
He moved, instinctively to grab her and make sure she was alright, and then realized that he felt something incredibly warm with this unintended close contact...
"Tomoko, are you..." He took in a deep breath. "Are you happy?"
It seemed as though he was quite pensive, at this very moment. "I haven't really been a good prom date, after all..." Come to think of it, they hadn't ridden any rides, or won each other any prizes. "......Do you want this last dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.
He was standing there, waiting.
He didn't even know who he was waiting for. Who was the she Thack had mentioned? He hadn't even wanted to go to prom.
He sighed, and then, suddenly...
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me!" She beamed up at him and threw him into confusion.
He swallowed, but the lump in his throat remained, and so did the hot tears at the corner of his eyes. "At least you're real." He whispered to Tomoko, grasping her hand and pulling him into his arms as he choked back sobs. "At least you're real."
"Forgot? About you? Of course I wouldn't!" How could he ever forget about her? Never. He would never forgive himself if he ever forgot about her, because she was sweet and kind and...
"Oh." He mutters softly to himself, cheeks slowly reddening. "Oh. Thack. So that's what he meant by... oh." His hands are starting to sweat nervously and he wonders if he can wipe them on his cloak. "I uh..." He swallows down a lump in his throat, and smiles sheepishly at her. "I... think Thack, uh..., set us up."
The nibbling suddenly stops and he frowns, lowering his book to stare at the treats. There’s only one left, and it is untouched. The bakekitsune is nowhere in sight, and he sighs, bending down to pick that treat up when he suddenly feels soft tails brush his shoulder.
“Dear Tomoko, I’m sorry that I held your hand--”
“Dear Tomoko, I hope you don’t hate me for--”
He is in a pool, sleeves rolled up. A marking on his arm tingles and--
“Stop looking at me like that.” He groans, burying his head under a pillow. But she is persistent, he knows, as he feels little paws padding on his back, and nearly jumps as a wet nose nudges at the back of his neck. “L-lady, hey!”
He is climbing. Climbing and climbing, taking step after step, forcing himself upwards. He has gotten separated from her, somehow, and his senses are lost-- he can not speak, or hear anything at all. And yet he climbs, and climbs, and then he spots her, at the very top of the stairs, waiting.
I’m sorry. He mouths, patting her on the head.
Erebus
Points: 98 Total: 2128
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 10:53 pm
He avoided the attack from the creature by cartwheeling away.
He really, really didn't trust the bridge to hold him up this time any more then it had the last time.
He felt protected as the goddess held his hands and he smiled at her.
He was ready for the harpies this time and they wouldn't stand a chance.
He smiled when he gave the little tree the memory bubbles, glad they could help it grow.
He felt terror when the shadowy figure came at him with the scissors and desperately stabbed with the blade.
He stroked one of the leaves of the tree he had grown and smiled. Of course he was pleased with how it turned out.
He would not stop until the knight protecting the grail was defeated. Agsil was already out since she was so wounded it wouldn't be safe for her to continue.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 10:56 pm
The bow was lovely and he could tell it was powerful when it appeared in his hand. He couldn't wait to test it out!
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:04 pm
Leander's hands are strong against his back. "I didn't pick you," he said, and Varrus (as always) listened. "I suppose if anyone did, it was my brother, but we weren't...looking for anything in particular."
It had just turned out that way.
"Ice cream is the best," Nadya says, confident.
It really is. Varrus slides one of his hands into hers and the other into Vanya's, and grins over at Nadim on Vanya's other side. They're going to be friends forever - he knows it!
"He wouldn't have wanted you to mope," his mother says.
"They say that in all the books and movies and...media."
"Sometimes, cliches have a basis in reality! He would've wanted you to figure out how to escape the same fate." How to be strong. Maybe someday he can figure that out. For now he smiles and shakes his head at her. He'll mourn his father for as long as he needs.
It's the best present: a mood ring, so Varrus doesn't have to tell Nadim what's going on. When he sees it, though, Nadim just grins and shakes his head. "C'mon, man - we're bros. Neither of us need that s**t to know what's goin' down with each other!"
They've done it. Varrus and Nadim high five each other - it's their first tryout ever, and the coach has just told them that results will be posted in a week. Fingers crossed, Varrus thinks to himself, and hooves, too, for good measure! Playing rugby together would be the best thing, and his thoughts fill with it as he walks home with his mother.
He lifts the cup to his lips - pumpkin juice. Of course it's amazing; his mom has always made the second-best pumpkin juice in the world. His dad used to make the first best, but Varrus will settle for second, for now - she uses his recipe, after all!
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:05 pm
Xiu would be lying if she said that she wasn't scared--who wouldn't be, when you had to give up your memories?--but he was right. She had promised, and considering the circumstances, she was in no place to back out. If this was what she had to sacrifice to contribute to protecting their world, then what right did she have to say no?
Major Blessings
She could hardly remember how it happened, only that the crown had reached out to her, drawing her in. For one reason or another, it had chosen her--or rather, her other self--to be the king of the Red Kingdom.
She had always been so small, so weak, so timid. If she could have had any wish, it would have been to be the complete opposite. She wanted to be great--a strong, kind, and capable person was her ideal.
Perhaps someday she'd manage to reach that goal, but until then, Xiu would have to take one small step at at time.
She learned to fight. It had spawned more out of a sudden desire rather than out of necessity, but the time for her to use her skills did eventually come around. After her first encounter with the Hunters, Xiu realized that she was still far too weak. If she wanted to protect her friends and her school, then she had to train and fight more.
She needed to get stronger.
She wasn't sure if her creations were a product of hard work or a gift as, growing up, people had told her different things. In the end, she decided that it really didn't matter. Baking was something that she enjoyed, and so long as she could continue making tasty and pretty desserts to share, then that was all that she could ask for.
'Things will be alright'. No matter how many times she found herself thrust into a dark situation, Xiu always forced herself to whisper that to herself. Sometimes it wasn't much help, but at the very least, she never let that glimmer of hope--no matter how tiny--burn out. Despite the fact that she was surrounded by insanity, she was hopeful that things would somehow settle.
The grail gave her one of the answers that she had needed. Not all of them, but having even a small part of herself back had been welcoming. It reminded her a little of her identity, of the ghoul who she had been before this whole conflict happened.
With any luck, she would return to being mostly the same once this was all over.
Truths were sometimes hard to accept, but if there was one thing that she had learned, it was that it was also partly based off of perception. Her first year at Amityville had been tough. They had all believed that Red had died at the Haunted House, they had all mourned...and for a while, that had been the truth. But then she came back. Perhaps truths weren't quite as concrete as she had originally thought.
She couldn't remember when it was that she decided that her fists would be her weapons, but what she could recall was how excited she had been to pick out a pair of nice gloves to protect her hands. It was a silly thing, but the memory of dragging her friend from store to store brought a smile to her face.
Minor Blessings
The strings of pumpkin lights and crowd of chattering people enjoying the festivities filled her with both warmth and pride.
As she watched Hayate introduce himself to Shun, she mused over how nice it was to have her family members meet.
The electricity running through her shoulder faded as her friend managed to remove the object responsible for her suffering.
She had never felt as angry as she did when Hel and Shun had been injured.
Xiu wasn't sure what had come over her, but she gave into the Voice and closed her fingers around his throat.
The hostility coming off of Wilson was suffocating. She had to take him down, for her own safety.
Her heart ached when Hayate told her that he would be leaving. Would she get to see him again?
She peered out through the net, her heart falling as she realized that her classmates were trapped all around her.
She didn't want to fight him. The insanity creature in front of her had been--was?--her friend, but if she didn't raise her fists against him now...
Her friends' fallen bodies littered the floor around her. It had been her single worst nightmare.
She was so timid when they had first met, but somehow or the other, Hayate managed to draw her out of her shell.
He teased her about how she would probably cry when she finally graduated from Amity.
To think that they had really started talking when he accidentally made her spill her lunch. Now Shun was one of her most cherished friends.
Shifting Blossoms. Her and Gene's dream cafe was within reach.
A cafe was a big responsibility, but Hayate had been willing to lend them a hand to start up if they needed it.
Their other selves had met through a dream--though the Red Kingdom--and somehow that had brought them together now. Xiu was grateful for that, since she had managed to meet Rosy and Spinar through it.
She didn't wish this upon anyone, but especially not the first years--especially not Sophie. Unfortunately, she had gotten caught up in this conflict regardless...
It was then that she decided she wasn't going to stand by and watch as the Hunters harmed innocent people.
She was proud of herself. Prom was the first time she had managed to open up and socialize, if only a little.
She owed Levi a lot. After all, it was because of her lessons that she could fight.
He was having nightmares. What kind of friend would she have been if she had just ignored him?
Spirit Week had been fun. She had found joy in sharing her love of baking...though cleaning up was a different matter.
The Horsemen had lost everything. She wanted to cry for the stony-faced ones who couldn't.
Had killing him really been the right thing to do? It was too late to go back now, even if they did regret it.
She wished that no one had been there to see her lose control like that.
The camera had been like a security blanket, but it allowed her to open up.
Even when her friends left for a while, she would always be there to welcome them back. This time was no different.
Her bamboo flute was sitting in a dark case under her desk. She hadn't had any time to play it ever since things at Amity had gotten hectic...
She had forgotten how beautiful her garden at home had been. Seeing it now filled her heart with nostalgia.
Hayate snuck her a sweet steamed bun--her favourite--and winked. With a grin, the little ghoul had promised not to tell her mother.
Although he was a busy man and was a little gruff, her father had gone out to get her her favourite food when she had been sick.
Her heart was heavy as they returned from the Haunted House without Red.
It was the new year, and she celebrated it with her family and her favourite meal.
Since then, she couldn't decide whether the Hunters or the Horsemen were the most fearsome..
She wasn't sure how he kept his hair that nice considering the fight going on around them.
Her other self had told her about being the Red King through a dream...
His pride in her made her embarrassed, but she couldn't help but feel happy.
She feared what his reaction would be once he read the note she was writing to him...
She had never seen them look as despairing and hopeless as they did while battling their friends.
He had pleaded for her to stay out of fights...but that wasn't a promise that Xiu could make.
From this she had learned that, in the end, they were no better than the Hunters were.
It was her third birthday, and her mother had prepared a feast, inviting all of their relatives...
She had never felt so alone as she had in those few, brief seconds.
Xiu realized that you didn't come to appreciate things until they were already gone. She was homesick.
Meeting someone with the same dream as yours was exciting. She was looking forward to being business partners with a friend.
The smiles on her friends' faces as the event went on filled her with warmth.
She wasn't sure whether to react angrily or cry.
Her parents hadn't approved of her goal, but that was hardly a surprise. At least she wasn't alone.
She had always needed to be saved, and this situation was no exception. It had made her feel so worthless.
Graduation was coming up. She had eagerly been working away, planning on future things to come...
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:13 pm
He... he didn't want to forget. Now that he knew, now that he remembered. A bitterness could be felt deep down, within him. He knew now, why he'd been here in this world, fighting for so long. Feeling so empty, and slowly to become whole, himself again.
He remembered them all now, everything. Misunderstandings aside, he wanted to see them all, to smile and say it was alright. To ensure they were fine. Those he did care about and treasure. But there was no time. Not if he didn't want it to all end before it had even began. Excalibur requested it... demanded it of them. And if that was the case, he would do that. Because what was holding onto those memories if the world was to become nothing?
"And for this trip... well. Yes you can come." The voice was his father's, kind as he gave his hair a small tussle. "You studied hard and practiced, I'm sure you'll learn something." He added, seeming rather pleased with him as he spoke.
And with that it faded... nothingness.
He was laughing quietly, overjoyed as he sat looking at it. A masterpiece, it had been. No one could debate that, even the tutor couldn't. Rather, they'd commented they didn't know how he'd pulled it off. But if anything top marks and great work would earn him a smile, a pat, and some form of praise. Studying was worth it all if he got that much.
Together they had done it, beaten it back and down to the ground. The dragon lay before them, vanishing into the insanity it was. He was exhausted, gasping for breath as he looked briefly to those around him. Thankfully... thankfully it was over.
His fingers spun, toying with the snow before him. It was merely a small pocket, but the flakes danced along with his fingers as he moved it. Perhaps... thirty tiny flakes? It was nothing impressive, nothing that would leave a traveler witless in a mountain, yet a smile blossomed on her face as she watched. After all, it was still an accomplishment for a child. That he was picking upon his own species' habits and abilities. Something any child needed to do. "Excellent, now try to the left." She said sweetly, still more then thrilled at his progress.
"I... like you too." It was a simple set of words, still a bit ambiguous, but of something potential, something that might happen? Did he hope for it? Perhaps... but...
And then many memories, connected to that hope, connected to what might be were torn apart, away. Not a single thing, but those connected to a wish.
He could hear it, a voice he'd long forgotten. Only the sweet memories returned to him in this whole ordeal let him remember it. Her sweet, warming words. His mother, that woman he'd never known, but loved. Yet... her voice was fading, vanishing into whispers, then gone... what was that soft thing he'd remembered again?
"I am you... but not really you..." He was staring at himself, a mirrored version, no ears or tail. A self that seemed... calm, accepting of what had come. As if perhaps he'd seen too much. Though... excited, he seemed so excited to speak about something...
And with that each memory faded from his mind, gone for what might be forever, who was to know. But they went to a worthy cause... to something worth fighting for. Did they not?
Rhiannon didn't know what to think, but she knew she had been chosen to fight for her world. "I'm sure. I don't care about the cost involved."
She practiced drawing her latest design by magic, but every so often, the pencil would fall, this time, causing a large train of scribbles to appear at the back of the gown. She sighed, someday, she would become someone great. But for now, she decided to keep the train.
Why her, of all people? Why was she chosen, anyway? She wished with all her heart to become stronger, to gather the courage to create change, to help those who couldn't help themselves... She wasn't brave at all...
Annalise walked into her massive closet, admiring the bright pink and blue Choni gown she had hand-stitched herself. "You're really something, you know that?"
It was almost surreal, the amount of enemies they had to face, it was amazing no one had vanished from existence altogether. And she would fight the monsters alongside them.
Ri was surprised at herself. Just when all hope was lost, just when she thought her heart would crumble, she got right back up again, managing to land a decent blow to yet another enemy.
She watched as the others grouped together, their bonds forming new friendships. She hid the tears in her eyes, walking alone. 'Who needs friends, anyway?'
She was Anni once more, the only sign she even existed glowed a brilliant red, streaked with swirling blue, as gold lightning created cracks across the crimson. Her heart... Is that what her soul looked like?
In this world, she had been reborn into a blank slate full of hope and happiness. Anni Rohn... She kinda missed the feeling of a feather-light, free spirit.
She rocked herself slowly on the swing, accompanied only by the gentle breeze, the moon, and the stars. Who was she, now that her friends were gone?
"I don't want you to move." They ended their last day together at the Maul, her heart heavy in her chest.
Her past didn't matter now, there was only the present. And together, along with Excalibur, Horsemen, Hunters, and Halloween alike, they would rise to the challenge as one. A fearsome sight indeed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:51 pm
There wasn't much choice for her to give up her memories, as promised. With luck, Excalibur would really be able to return them later on, but until then...
Major Blessings
Chara had chosen her. Eva wasn't entirely sure why the weapon had decided to pick her out of everyone as she stepped down those stairs, but honestly? She was glad that she had.
She obviously hadn't been thinking of fame, fortune, and fun adventures when she signed herself up for this Hunter business. She had just wanted to get away from all the stress...
Eva had never had any reason to fight before, and it showed when she promptly got her a** kicked the first time she was pit against something. Obviously she had a long way to go until she became capable.
She liked to think that she had had a talent for studying in the past. It sounded like a stupid thing, but despite her somewhat ditzy countenance, it had taken a lot of hard work--and maybe a little of that ability to retain things--for her to get into nursing school.
Her first night after waking up at Deus Ex had been spent wondering about her parents. Were their lives better now, now that their oddity of a daughter was gone? She certainly hoped that people would ease up on them now that she wasn't hanging around anymore, at least...
Making her way through the Gauntlet with Otto had been none too enjoyable...but only really because he had gotten clocked over the head and had forgotten her along the way. She had been hoping that the grails would help restore his memory, but no dice.
During her very first spar, she had almost speared Bix through when she had lost her grip on her weapon while twirling it. Needless to say, she had considered the necessity of finding a way to cover up the bladed end of her staff.
Minor Blessings
Otto's blushing face as he confessed might have been the most adorable thing she had ever seen.
There were no words to express the warmth that flooded through Eva's chest when she realized that he was her cousin.
She promised to protect him. That would never, ever change.
She could still remember her parents storming onto the playground to save her from the bullying. Although it had been embarrassing, she had been both grateful and relieved as well.
The memory of the parasite being held up to her ear still brought her nightmares.
She hated him for what he had done to the people she cared about. She remembered when she walked into the infirmary to see Gale with a cast...
Her teachers praised her for being "creative" during the parent-teacher meeting. Eva didn't think she was being creative--she was just telling the truth.
The giant dinosaur plush was perfect.
It was at that moment that she promised to beat up anyone who harmed him.
She remembered when they first met. She had been sitting right beside her, and they struck up a conversation...
Nothing beat Christmas shopping with a friend.
It was their first mission together, and Eva expected great things/
She and Reine doted over Puppy as if he were really a puppy. They had been horrified to find him hurt.
She let herself be pulled forward for a picture.
They bonded the moment they started playfully teasing him.
The letter came in and he managed to get it first, tearing into the envelope. He had passed. Of course he had.
"Mom! I have to show you this, look I've been learning to use my fear." the festibles would be soon but he was home and excited to show her what he had worked on while he was gone. Fireballs, stronger and more solid, danced around him and he grinned at her, playing. "Very good." said his mum setting down some tea. "You've grown."
Strong arms wrapped around him, and pulled him away. the dog was shoved off and he relaxed as fire danced around them. "Mom..."
Anticipation ran through him. Fireworks. The fire celebrations always had the best fireworks. His tail curled around himself as he settled, leaning on his mum in a growingly more rare act of affection.
A kiss and stairs. But the kiss was more important. Blue eyes and a smile, along with red cheeks. He ran up the stairs.
A memory he'd rather forget. That fox, Molan standing right next to her, and him unable to get near. It was strong and bitter and he didn't want it anymore.
He was searching for something. for what he couldn't remember but he was searching. A familiar face perhaps.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 1:02 am
Blessings
"H-hello..?" He called quietly. There was no answer, but a steady 'hum' like noise could be heard further in the room.
The closer he looked, the more easily he could see the stone tablets. There were a lot of them, all glowing with unique runes and all them silent--save for one.
Ryan was really beginning to dislike the sound of that ringtone. Every time it went off, the moon trainee stared at the device like it was some sort of vicious beast capable of killing. Then again, whenever he got a text message from someone other than a fellow trainee, it might as well have been.
"I do believe that's my line. I can't believe I'm stuck with you again." He gave a mock sigh, feigning disappointment.
Ryan stood firm, keeping his hands raised up to support the shield. Which thankfully, the creatures had yet to tear down. But how long until they did? There was no end to them and they were so angry. He was beginning to wonder if they were going to hold out long enough for help to arrive.
So this was why they had been kept alive? So that they could infiltrate Deus and destroy it from the inside out? As if! Even if he wanted to beat the living s**t out of a few hunters, and believe him he did, how could he betray his former allies by turning traitor? How could she expect them to do that? Regardless of what he thought, Deus had been his home and many of the hunters there were still his friends. Furthermore, he had been cast out for protecting those friends. Why would he turn on them now?
How could blood ties be top secret stuff? Ryan was pretty sure Mark was just saying such things in order to make them pay more. But since Wilson had already paid for them both, he kept his mouth shut and waited until Wilson had the papers. Though not before giving Mark one last suspicious look.
If he just scammed them then--
"What does it say?" He asked instead. Peering curiously over Wilson's shoulder.
"Wow Saya, you look--you're very..." Ryan fumbled over his words. Too many were coming to mind and none were forming in his mind long enough to produce a single good compliment. "You look really pretty." He finished sheepishly, holding his hand out to her so that he could guide her further away from the door, on the chance someone might bump into her.
Side Blessings
"What? I'm not putting anymore into that bowl." He said with a frown. But to his surprise, the beast bowed its head and when it lifted it again, he could see its eyes more clearly than before.
It was dark again. His body ached and burned. Even the cool hard ground that he was laying on didn't seem to help much. He had been so sure he would have died. Him and ---.
There was an audible snap. Loud enough that even Aryn cringed, clutching his own arm as the sympathy pain set in. It was almost as though he experienced it himself.
"I'm just passing the convenience store. I'm fine." He answered, trying to assure her. It wasn't like he had never made the walk before by himself. Their house wasn't even that far outside of town.
The memory faded and Aryn was left with an unsettling feeling in its absence, almost as though he was waiting for something.
"You.. what?" They could do that? Somehow he got the feeling it hadn't been a pleasant experience. But he supposed it was better than being dead.
He took another shot, growing a little more confident in his aim.
This wasn't what he signed up for! He killed monsters, enemies of mankind--NOT people!
"Ryan I told you, you can't just go wandering off on your own without an adult. Your parents will kill me if something happened to you when I wasn't looking." A hand reached out to him, the face blurred by the light. But to his surprise he reached back. It felt warmer. "Come on lets go back before anyone finds out your gone."
"What is that?" He asked, echoing the others questions. And not again? There were more of these things.
Bzzzzttt
The hum of the lights was annoying. Like a constant buzz in his ears.Where was he?
Which should he pick..?
Would the kinder, more gentle looking path be better? The one in Between maybe..?
His gaze lingered on the third.
Aryn watched the water flow out of the temple, the ruined remains of what he was sure was probably something grand.
It was difficult, to say the least. The scissors worked away, but the strange rubbery feeling was difficult to cut away and occasionally they slid, 'causing even more red to spread across the surface as he worked his way towards the heart.
Aryn didn't realize what had happened until it already passed. The goddess had appeared, striking down fragment with a single swing of her scythe.
"Don't worry," cooed the voice, "It only hurts once."
There was a loud snip and suddenly--pain! Just once and eventually that too disappeared.
"Much appreciated." He said, thanking them both before leading his camel back onto the road.
He was scared! It was Cold, dark, and he was alone--
Red was spilled everywhere, spreading and consuming the ground, and in the midst of the red laid a maimed figure. The remains of someone. No. Not just someone. Someone close was what the pain in his chest told him.
"I'll say." He looked at the black king and then back to the commander. "You looked as though you were glaring daggers just second ago. What happened anyways?"
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7 Major Blessings ( 10 points each ): 70 46 Minor Blessings ( 2 points each ): 40 Points: 110 TOTAL POINTS: 2768
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"Ah! Your that ghoul from from before!" He exclaimed, pointing at LW before actually reaching down to help haul her back up. "I thought you went in the opposite direction back there. How did you end up here as well?"
Even with the piece, simply leaving Red like this, still felt a little strange to the black dog. So once the piece was pocketed, he held out his fist; concentrating his Fear into the palm of his hand and formed a small circular object.
"So long Red. Thanks for watching our backs." He said, and placed the object on the skull.
Tybalt blinked, sitting up immediately and shuddered.
What was all that? What had she just shown them? Why did she she show them this? He stared, wide eyed at the head priestess, searching her face for answers, but she had none to give. She only gave them a few words of advice.
Was what they saw caused because people--or them--by making choices without knowing the full situation? Had they been to hasty and done something---or were they going to do something that would bring ruin and lead to that future?
Tybalt landed with a crash and a thud.
To be honest, of the two rooms he truly didn't think that the one he would land in would be the naughty one. Did this mean he was on the naughty list?
Pausing to rest. The black dog crouched down and pulled his hood over his head. The sound of crying wasn't dying down. Even now that he pulled his hood over his ears, he could still hear it. It was both terrifying and annoying and he was torn between being angry or scared.
It didn't help that Ren's screech, startled him to the point that he jumped and grabbed both his weapon, as well as a stalk of corn to throw at the intruder.
"TAKE THAT!" He yelled; throwing the corn directly at the source of movement.
Cursing repeatedly, he was about throw in the towel when he spotted the reptile-----swimming in the fountain. Damn that little s**t! "REEEPSSSIIIIIII!" He yelled, dropping his backpack on the ground and making a leap towards the snake, only to land in the fountain with a rather large splash. On the bright side, he caught the snake; who desperately bit and squirmed to free herself again. Down side? He soaked everyone and everything around him. Including the gryphon boil.
"Aw hell! How are we supposed to fight with this?" He asked with an almost comical expression of despair on his face. So this was the rumored 'other bathroom. No wonder it was a legend. It was Jacking awful!
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"Its decided. Maybe I'll help you." He puffed his chest out proudly. Still cross-legged and sitting backwards on the camel.
The door slammed shut behind him, and he was surrounded by light. More pumpkins? No not just more, an entire pumpkin patch. All of which seemed to be leading him down a particular path. Not that he seemed to care. He was admiring the bright glow and the various faces carved into each an every one. Though that wasn't all. At the end of the path was a large open field and completely covered in small luminous orange flowers.
It was like a dreamworld here.
For some reason, he just did not like that camel.
Tybalt moved towards the horse, watching as it danced on the spot, snorting at him. Bu just as he was about to reach for the reins, the camel spat at him.
"Oh.. you did NOT just do that." He growled out. Turning to face the devilish creature. "I'm going to make you walk through hell for that one."
"Don't come back until you've proven yourself worthy. I have no need for weakness in my pack. If you fail, don't you dare come crawling back."
Her words in spite of how hurtful they were, they weren't words of banishment. Rather, she was challenging him. Perhaps, in her own way, she believed in him. She believed he would succeed and come back to the pack.
They moved closer, but Balt couldn't move. He was frozen with fear. It wasn't until the cold claws reached around his neck that Balt managed to break out of his daze and run as the terror set in.
Tybalt pointed to himself when he was addressed. "Yep. He seems to be doing pretty well with walking on his own. So I just let him steer himself and yes, its comfy." He reached down into a pack, pulling out something edible and popped it into his mouth. No doubt, it was how he spent most of the trip.
Using the cover of the trees, Balt slowly crept along, hoping to find a way out of here. The figure, as far as he knew, was gone. He could no longer here the thudding of its feet, or the scrapping of the scissors opening and closing. But just to be safe--
Balt took a couple of steps and just about fell on his face. Fortunately, the door wasn't that far from him and he reached it, using it to support him until his legs regained their strength. Though surprisingly, when he finally turned the knob of the door, he found it was unlocked. However...
A few more growls could be heard, followed by more. A pack? No. Those weren't--
The growls turned to a roar, echoing through the woods. So loud that Tybalt just about fell over in fear. But still Bastion was nowhere in sight.
He was so telling Nolita on him for this!
He was fading. Balt could feel his existence slowly chipping away. He wasn't scared. He was becoming a part of something greater now. But in truth, he regretted it a little.
"That traitorous b*****d!" She snarled, kicking her foot into the wall again. "How could he--his own blood!" She let out a yell of frustration, now slamming her fists against the walls. He on the other hand, continued to sit, face buried against his legs which were tucked up tightly.
Friends? No he didn't think so. Aside from the one, he felt no particular attachment to any of the ones he tried.
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7 Major Blessings ( 10 points each ): 70 46 Minor Blessings ( 2 points each ): 24 Points: 94 TOTAL POINTS: 2862
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 1:08 am
[ Ying's Memories ]
Main Blessings
Perhaps it is right within sight...
Oranges ... the scent of Tea ... But what does it mean?
The path to becoming a seamstress ... it is more difficult than I thought.
I can't dare to ask anywhere but in thought, but ... what have I done before this?
There are so many experiences in this world, and yet I have only my own. I fear that soon one day, I won't even have those ...
All in all, it was very stressful, but very rewarding!
Jing, please move I need room!
I need to sit down for a bit longer after all this.
Side Blessings:
I am alone ... I feel scared ... Is anyone there?
Friends ... we must stick together!
Sewing requires patience- Patience is key!
Squish it! Jing, there's a bug, squish it flat!
With each knew experience comes growth!
The view from the top of the Conquest isles ... it is gorgeous
We must all work together in this journey. No one gets left behind!
Higher! Higher I can't see the parade!
A person is only as strong as the person standing behind them with their arms crossed!
No battles are won by one person alone. I am only as strong as the friends I make!
I will stay positive .. for that person ...
The soup burns my tongue, but I am so hungry! Maybe just one more bite...
"Thank you, Miss Zheng."
Sacrifice is needed for glory. I will not have their sacrifice be for nothing.
Repetition is the key to memorizing stitches!
The walls of her room were repainted that day.
I am so skittish- unsuited for battle!
I am more skittish than I thought!
She is lost. What does that make me?
The distortion will protect us ... won't it?
I wonder ... what kind of room should I live in? Do I have a home?
Am I stupid? Or just stubborn? I need to change!
He said no ... he said ... no ...
Seek inner strength and peace! No Jing, I'm not meditating...
Perseverance is a gift from Medea!
We all begin with the first step! Mine was asking a lady for change today...
Each death is more pain for those who are still alive.
The sky is so dark today ... my heart won't be still.
With this rock, I'll begin a new life.
Is my face still red?
What I might become and what I am ... are they not the same?
Medea's orders are absolute ... but I am unsteady when I am with her.
Yuzhi's knowledge ... It is not frightening. It is enlightening.
Tea with the war horsemen? I don't know, that sounds dangerous!
Mama ... will I see her again?
The path of a servant is the path to glory.
My head feels funny ... was there really a dragon in the pizza shop?
I do not like the halloween dwelling, I think.
I have delivered the message, though what that entails ... I am not sure.
My bow is not very strong ... I will use it as best I can.
There is power in me yet!
Such strange memories- are they truly mine? No, they can't be! Stop pulling my leg!
The hunters must die.
I must learn to swim better... Maybe breathing exercises would be good too?
I wonder who that man is ... What a strange thing to treasure!
Remember to tie the tent shut Jing! It gets cold at night, brother.
The voices ... I still hear them. The dark is not a safe place for those like me ...
How sad that we should not help one another in times of great need.
Is it wise to keep our memories, our possessions? Or does it lead to ruination?
No! I wasn't sleeping I was ... I was resting my eyes!
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Excalibur: 3042
chiickadee
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 1:21 am
[ Chel's Memories ]
Main Blessings
One more level- please I just started!
Do I really deserve this? I got this award for what?
I don't trust them. None of them. I can't do anything about it like this though.
"You tried your best, sport."
Old life, new life. Which is better? Shitttt.
I can still feel the fight in my hands- I want more!
Who was betrayed? Did I do something bad?
Side Blessings
Free! Free at last! I'm ready world. I'm ready to see you with my own eyes!
Victory comes in many forms!
I wonder what Chris is doing now ...
The others ... they are strange. I'll work around it though
There's a strange ... feeling in my chest ...
With this I become stronger! I will fight!
I'm kickin' a** and takin' names.
Everybody gets lonely
Kick a** bow for a kick a** gal. Sounds about right!
There sure are a lot of people in this world ...
I love my bow. I'm powerful, dammit.
I can do whatever the hell I please. I make my own path!
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