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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 1:00 pm
Dear Father,
Words cannot express how sorry I am, but I am writing this letter to try.
First off, please do not blame yourself for what happened. You did nothing wrong. It is my fault and my fault entirely. I should have done something other than what I did, anything would have been better then what I did, but the past cannot be changed, and I humbly accept that I have committed a great sin, and should be punished. If the Elders deemed a fitting punishment I would even allow myself to loose my life in an attempt to repent for the horrific act that I committed, even though I was only a confused child when it occurred.
I can understand if you and brother River never forgive me, if you become so full of hatred of me because of what happened. I would say that I no longer deserve the love from my family that I grew up with. If disowning me is your choice, please let one of the Elders know, so I no longer bother you with my letters.
I do miss you and River though. I miss your cooking, and I miss both of your voices. I miss your laughter most of all, but I no longer deserve to hear it. I no longer deserve anything that makes me feel happy.
The Elders say that they have hired one of the adult Meta's as a therapist, and they say as soon as the office is built I will be going to therapy once a week. You should be getting a schedule in the mail, or so I have heard. It might even arrive before my letter does. Hopefully I can be...fixed, and maybe one day I can be the son you deserve, instead of this wretch that you got.
Love Yours,
Zahur
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 7:34 pm
[Try Again]-Roleplay
Avon hated the lab. It was never a good thing if anyone was down in it. It’s aura reeked of despair and anguish. The walls screamed at the atrocities it had seen before. Like his own creation. This wasn’t supposed to be his job, this was supposed to be the doctors’ jobs, but like most humans, they were long gone and couldn’t be counted on. Well, he couldn’t even remember if they were human, but he did know that he never really liked them, but that could have been that he could sense their abandonment from early on. Or perhaps that he was a forced Elder, and the process was so painful that he would never be able to forgive them for doing such things to him and the other elders. Or even still that he was hidden away from the rest of campus, forced to silently pull strings around until he knew his oppressors were long gone.
But here he was in this god damned place rooting for those god damned vials. He knew this was the best action now. With the combined efforts of Nova and himself he was able to smooth things with the humans, and now it was time to deal with the mess they had created to begin with. He snarled to himself as he tossed boxes aside. If he didn’t have this place so much he’d take the time to organize it. Perhaps he could get a teen meta to do that for him, have Deskri repaint the place, and then maybe it could be put to use again.
But not right now. Now he needed those vials. He knew they were here, what they were in, but the exact location was still fuzzy. He toppled over more boxes, stomping on a few to ease the increasing tension. Then, under how many layers of dust, he was not certain, he found the thin black case he had been searching for. It was locked, but not very well constructed and easily popped off, revealing what he was looking for. He snatched up the vials and hurried out of the place. And yet, even with this feeling of satisfaction washing over him, he knew the hardest part was yet to come.
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Avon worked quietly in the nurses office as he waited. He had contacted Enosio and the two teens in question, Tobias and Zahur. He clicked a vial into an injector, slightly sickened by the sound. No, it was no time for weakening. This was for the best. He sighed, rubbing his temple before grabbing the second vial and inserting it into it’s own injecting device. He sat them on the counter, and waited for them to arrive.
It seemed like it took forever, but a knock finally came on the door. Avon took in a deep breath. It was time.
“Come in,” he said.
The door opened, and it broke Avon’s heart to look upon those two. There was no life in their eyes, the whole ordeal had stripped away any will to do anything now. The guardian of Zahur, Enosio, looked no better, but he seemed full more of dread than nothingness. Avon shook his head.
“As you know, Nova and myself were able to smooth things out with the humans. While tension is still high, there are currently no more threats going about,” Avon began, looking at the two boys, who remained silent with their half vacant gazes. “Now, it’s time we work on fixing the damage they caused you two. I have formulated the best solution, but over all it is your choice.” He picked up one of the injectors, which instantly gave the guardian discomfort to look upon.
“Neither of you were around when it happened, but Meta were struck with a disease which reverted their age and erased their memory,” Avon explained. “In these vials are liquid containing this same disease.” He then looked at them, a serious look on his face, though in his eyes reflected a sadness of what he was going to do. He already knew their answer.
“I am going to tell you now, this is basically a lethal injection…” Avon said solemnly staring at the two emotionally empty teens. They did not react to this news, just stared at him blankly. The father of the one however, tensed up in horror. Avon raised his hand to tell the man to wait as he continued to explain. “This will make you children again, make it so you don’t remember a thing. It’s a whole new start, a redo button if you will. However, in theory, the people you have become will be gone forever. They’ll be dead.” He explained, looking at the two of them. They looked at each other sadly.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this,” the sunkissed one said softly. The other much more pale one took his hand shakily. “No, we talked about this. We are both to blame.” he replied. The first wrapped his whole body around the other, and they hugged each other tight.
“I just hope,” the first said softly. “That after we go through with this, we can still be friends…” The other didn’t respond other than with a nod and a slight sob. They clung to each other for a while before Avon coughed and motioned to the back room of the office.
“Then, if you will head back with me, we can begin”
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 8:33 pm
[Stopping the Cycle]-Roleplay-Child
Liliana straightened out her dress as she walked up to the door of Enosio and his children. The air was chilly, but not enough that she found it a bother yet. She wanted to make a good impression. After all, she was going to be asking to take one of his children for few hours. After making sure that the wind hadn’t made her hair a mess, she knocked on the door and waited.
After a few moments, the door opened. The first thing she noticed was that this man looked awful. He was disheveled and had bags under his eyes. He looked so drained emotionally. “May I help you?” he asked cautiously. She smiled at him and curtsied.
“Hello there sir, I am Liliana, the Fae Elder,” she said as she reached into a pocket to provide official identification, to prove she wasn’t some crazy trying to burst into his home. She handed it to him and watched the man look it over before handing it to her.
“Ah. What brings you here?” he asked, and she continued to smile.
“Well, I am here to check on Zahur. Being a nymph meta he is under my jurisdiction and I am here to see how he has progressed since the procedure.” She could see Eno’s heart sink at the mention of Zahur in general, but the man opened the door wider and motioned her to come inside.
“He’s in his room,” he said, gesturing to a door before flopping onto the sofa.
Liliana nodded, noting the fact that the house seemed chilly for being inside. She moved to where the man had pointed and looking inside to see the child on the floor, in outdoor clothing to keep away the chill. Unlike her, he was more partial to heat, and it made her a little sad to see him like that. He was gathering together books of all sorts, stacking and sorting them in different piles.
“Hello there Zahur. I am Liliana, the Fae Elder,” she said. Zahur looked up and her, his expression blank.
“Hello,” he said before going back to what he was doing. She gave him a questioning look, but he seemed to not notice.
“What are you doing sweetie?” she asked.
“I am going through my books to sell,” he replied.
“Why would you do that dear?”
“Father’s job doesn’t pay him well. He can’t afford to turn on the heat, so I am going to ask him to take books into town to sell in hopes to be able to help. Adessi should have a nice warm home to live in.”
This broke Liliana’s heart to hear. She’d have to talk to the other Elders later to see about getting Eno a better job. Avon seemed to know that the man’s boss was abusive or something. This was ridiculous.
“Well, let’s work on that later, ok sweetie? We’re going to go hiking, just you and me.”
Zahur, while mostly blank, perked up a bit. Perhaps not a lot compared to others, but compared to how he just was, he seemed to like that idea a lot.
“Really? I am going to get to go outside?” he asked. Liliana turned to look at Eno, who now had a worried look on his face.
“I will make sure he doesn’t leave my sight, and we’re going to go on a trail that Avon said no one will be on right now.” She said. She could tell he wasn’t all that up for it, and she put on a serious face. “And it’s unhealthy for a nymph to have no connection to nature you know. They are nature incarnate.” She could see the cogs turning in his head, and he gave in, standing to open the door as she took Zahur’s hand and lead him outside, the first time he had seen it since he came home.
Just before she left with him, she looked back at Eno and smiled.
“You do know sir, that it was prolonged isolation from the world that caused the whole situation happen in the first place? Just thought I would remind you…” She said, and with that she and Zahur left for the trail, doing her best to ignore the panicked sounds coming from the home as they walked away.
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