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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 7:19 pm
Pushing himself up from the ground with embarrassment, Crispin was glad that no one had noticed him flail through the air and land flat on his face. He brushed himself off, surveying the area, as the king spoke to them on what they now needed to do. Yes. Crispin felt, above all else, now that the little skirmish was over... that what he needed to do was what his king was asking of him. He quickly strode back over to the little group he had left, his black eyes a bit wide with fear. "I'm back again, but it seems we all must go to battle now!" he said, with no idea of what that really meant. No idea of what pain really was. No idea of what death really was. In some ways, Crispin was like a child again. He hardly had a sense of self with no memories; he was as tried and untrue as a child, unable to remember all the trials of living he'd ever gone through. The man known as Crispin Waldegrave was gone. "I'll go on ahead," he nodded, oblivious. "For our kingdom! Stay safe and well. I have faith in us all." Crispin offered them a little smile, and then turned, striding towards the others that were leaving for the battlefield. (( Exit ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 7:29 pm
The minute Millie could leave for the battlefield, she took her chance. Anything to keep her kingdom standing and she would start by gathering miasma. [[exit]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 7:35 pm
Adiyan had seen some of what had happened with some of the subjects of the violet kingdom, when he had found where they had gathered. He didn't want to interfere since this wasn't his kingdom, but he was confused a lot to why the fighting happened as it wouldn't have been something he would have done ever.
In hearing the voice's call for battle and hearing the violet king's call for battle for them to be victorious to become the true king and Adiyan did like that. Even tho he wasn't of this kingdom he was willing to fight for it. He felt that he need to since his own was gone now. So off to battle he went all his glory for the violet king.
(Exiting)
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 7:51 pm
Popo finished sniveling, pulling away from the nice lady who'd come to her aid. The others were leaving. The King wasn't there. Everyone was leaving... Popo tugged on the sleeve of the lady who'd come to her, claiming this nice woman as her own now. She came to her. She was all hers. Popo wanted to leave this place, and she would take the nice lady with her. So she pressed forward then, looking for a way out. What would await the small girl was a battlefield... [[Exit]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:16 pm
The Voice didn't even have to speak to Thackery for him to know that only half of the price in blood had been paid.
He could feel it. The shame that covered his skin like a film, the way his failure made his insides churn. He had done something very wrong in disobeying The Voice's demands, trying to circumvent them with technicalities and loopholes as he had.
He'd tried to pay in an unacceptable currency. You couldn't sacrifice the truly dead.
With the weight of dishonor heavy on his shoulders, he slipped into a niche near the path that led from the kingdom, burying his face in his hands. He wanted to apologize, to explain himself, but there was nothing he could possibly say to repair the damage this time.
Nothing except...
[exit]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:01 pm
Erebus could not speak.
All he could do was follow Tomoko and look out if anyone was attacking her. All he could do was grit his teeth as she protected Ash, as he was distracted by the Gatekeeper's words and actions. The Gatekeeper was trying to kill Ash.
And as much as Erebus did not exactly like the Reaper boil, he found his hands reaching forward to try and stop him as Tomoko did, but it was too late. Too... late. Eyes turned, burning fiercely in the direction of the Gatekeeper even as the coward grabbed two bodies and ran towards Elysion.
This was not his brother. And yet, seeing someone so like his brother kill someone, and someone he claimed to love nonetheless, made him sick to his stomach.
"He's... leaving anyway." He said dazedly, fists clenching by his sides. "Let's go." His voice was angry, angrier than he had ever heard himself been. Erebus had never imagined he would experience such rage ever before. All he could do was to take in deep breaths in an attempt to quell the rising emotions within him, and follow the Gatekeeper towards the battlefield.
The doubts he had were no more. The Gatekeeper would fall.
[[Exit]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:11 pm
Harland was too busy staring at Alas with a lopsided smile, a very tired lopsided smile, to really hear what Crispin was rambling on about. Something about civic duty or his Kingly equivalent. Uninteresting, now that Harland's friend was gone and dead. "So now we're back together? Or did you just say that to get rid of him?" Harland asked, amused.
His expression was softer than it had been, but also faintly hurt: Alas would probably take it back again as soon as they were alone. False hope.
Before Alas could do that, this time, Harland picked himself up and exited the same way that Crispin had gone.
His home was gone, and his friends were gone, and all he had left was Alas. And if he had to die, he was going to die while they were still together.
Even if it was just a slip of the tongue. He didn't have to die knowing that. He left his jacket with Alas.
[[ Exiting ]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:57 pm
Alastair feigned a disgusted expression with Harland's suggestion. He was about to explain himself when Harland took off, leaving Alastair confused, alone, and regretful. He rose to his feet and hugged the jacket to his chest as if it was the only thing that would keep him alive. As if trapped in thought, he stood their watching Harland's form get smaller and smaller as he departed.
"Wait!" Despite himself, Alastair bolted after Harland. He didn't know what they were in for, but whatever they would face, Alastair was determined they'd face it together.
[ Exit ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:15 pm
"Then perhaps... we should follow." Tomoko cast a look towards Remi. "Because there are now only three of us and..." she wrung her hands nervously, frowning. "If we don't...... Thackkun might be lost forever." She didn't have to sound anxious about the potential.
Because of Thackery was lost forever, she could only imagine the repercussions in waking life.[[Exit]] lilwolfpard So you know she left >__> <3
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 5:59 am
The small gathering didn't trust him, it didn't take deep investigation, or careful study to see that, but something about this just felt... ... it was a nest of thorns to dig into but it was something he felt he had to know. He'd grown up in Silver Kingdom. He existed to seek the truth. That was how he had chosen to understand it. He couldn't stop just because he felt that he might not like the answers. "If you can't tell me than show me" He insisted. "So many people shouldn't have to die like this. I want to know the truth. If this world is a lie, I want to know. If I'm real, I want to know... if I'm..." He forced a grim smile, which made his face hurt enough that tears sprung to the corners of his eyes. "Well, I suppose I won't care in the long run. But I. Have. to. KNOW. Let me help. Tell me what to swear to but let me help. We were always sent out to find the answers to things. I want to know the answer, and if I'm not supposed to know it I want to know it MORE."
The towering nightmare with the green eyes had gone. The strange little boy had gone, the girl with the red eyes and the sweet voice... also gone. He did not approve of this kind of amusement. Not at all. If he was a dream, let them wake up so there'd be no more of this. If he was just that, he didn't want to continue as part of a nightmare.
Perhaps it was that revelation, or maybe the two just happened to coincide, but he felt... drawn. He had someplace to be. Someplace he desperately needed to go.
"With or without you... I'm going to find the answers. I... Think I have to go."
He had been planning on going with Remi, with or without permission, but the draw was too strong to wait on someone else, whatever his intentions had been a moment or two ago.
[exit]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:44 am
With everyone suddenly splitting up, he decided to wait a moment, to gather himself, slowly standing to his feet. Feeling the rejuvenation he needed, Vaska flexed his wings a few times, before making his leave to the battlefield as well. This was what he was trained for, after all.
{ exit }
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 5:02 pm
With such a spectacular fail at attempting to aid in the fight, Agsil pulled back to try anew. Only to stop, wings beating to keep her aloft. Not real? What were they talking about?
She'd felt the impact of the tower's debris as they fell around her, felt her body plummet into the lake. She remembered a terrible rage when she was alive. She felt the air beneath her wings in that moment, and how her still damp clothing clung to her and tinged her nerves with a chill.
The very concept that none of it was real... simply did not make sense. They had the proof around them that this place existed... didn't they?
The battle went on, the monstrous man was killed by the Gatekeeper. Agsil remained airborne, watching as then bodies began to leave for battle. This was real.
There was nothing but proof for it to be real.
Making a sound of disgust towards her new inability to do anything, it seemed, she took to the high skies. Onward to the battlefield...
[ Exit to the battlefield ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 5:04 pm
"I hope you find the answers you are looking for." Remi managed to say as he watched the other exit through the doors. Taking a breath, he could not help but stare around once more at the area his 'other half' called home. Flashing across his eyes for a brief second, he saw shadows of what the place used to be. Who used to thrive here, who once was here but passed on. Shaking his head he used the palm of his hand and smacked his face. "Need to stop this, these memories ar ekilling me. Thack must fall." Running towards the gate, he left the kingdom behind. Exit! Quote: Current HP remaining: 47/60 Dice: Queen - 2d12 - 6 Damage done: 1 Target(s): Thack [Queen ability: Overpower ]: A Queen can overpower any player once and send their HP to 1. They cannot do this to another Queen or King. They can only use this ability once IN THE ENTIRE EVENT. This is a passive ability. Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description: 6'2" Tall pale skinned Kitsune with blue hair, fox ears, and a trio of Fox tails. Still wearing his outfit from before, basically fancy stuff with a lot of gold. Blessings: 6
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:49 pm
Temes had been crying against Jack, begging for everything to stop. She did not understand her sorrow or why she felt that everyone's aggression was wounding her so deeply. Arguments were meant to happen, it was merely the nature of every living being to disagree, yet it burned and struck at her much harder than it should have. It was like something nagging at the back of her mind, voices raised and lowered in a choir of people singing messages.
Yet she did not know those voices, she did not know the pain. They were like clouds in the back of her mind, figures made of dust and smoke that would vanish against her fingers shoulder she dare to reach for them.
She is innocent, my lord. As is he of. They have done nothing wrong in my eyes nor in your own - it is merely words written on yellowed paper that have you call them false.
But so are you, the voice had said. You are far more innocent than she, than they, yet here so are standing in their place. Why do you speak for the sinners, young one? Wisps of smoke took shape and form, growing into a scene as she blinked her eyes.
I....
Have you lost your voice, oh Nightgale? The voice asked. You would sing their praises before, sing their innocence, yet when questioned now before this council your words have failed you. Are you nothing more than a pretty voice after all, trapped inside a small body? The choir continued their questions in the back of her mind, tones blending together to form a single voice after a moment. Can you only parrot what they tell you?
No, my lord. -.
The memory stopped as arms surrounded Temes's waist and lifted her, carrying her out. It was the Gatekeeper, looking so worn and weary. The fighting was over with some of the figures gone and dead, or so it seemed as he lifted her and moved with her, and Temes had no time to dry her tears nor thank the figure who had comforted her during that small time. She wanted to thank him properly as she knew was right and yet with each step the Gatekeeper brought her farther and farther away.
Nightingale, you know of what they stand accused yet you still proclaim their innocence. The choir voices sang out the words as her own voice tried to speak in response. Are you saying you will take their punishment then, for someone must pay for this hideous crime? There were murmurs, so many murmurs. If that is what you will do than we shall accept. You have always been held in high regard in these lands, so to lose you -
She was growing heavier in weight as the Gatekeeper carried her onward, her body growing thicker and her skin heading towards a more viridian hue. No more was she paper-colored, skin cursed to be fragile and torn. No, as they moved and the choir in her head spoke the tears became covered with scales. Scales, like notes in her head.
The choir, forever speaking. She could still hear only one voice but before her eyes it was not like she was being carried to a gate by a man in a hurry. All she could see in front of her was a man in black, white wigged and angry. A group of others around him, all silent like birds upon a gravestone. She did not feel the Gatekeepers arms around her, only the hands of the guards with their palms pressed against the small of her back.
I wish to say goodbye to them before.....well, before. May I?
Two of the fingers on her left hand fell off as they moved and hit the ground with a solid clunk. It was like they were nothing more than pieces of lead attached to her palm, the alien feeling so much because they'd never been part of her body. Were they always only there to make her feel normal, more human? Were they there to help her forget?
We shall honor that request. The hands were removed from her lower back and so the man in black with the white curls vanished from her sight. It was so swift she barely had time to take a breath before another scene rose up before her like flowers reaching for the sky. In there, she's waiting. He's with her, so you can tell them both goodbye.
Long quills grew form her back through the empty space on her gown. Perhaps that was why the dress was open, her back exposed. The quills were as long as she was, so sharp that ones covered with fabric tore through like a hot knife through butter. The straps she wore on her shoulders came loose and her top fell, held only in place by the Gatekeeper's arm. Her shame at being nude would return when she was let go, if she knew to feel it. Something inside told her there would be no worry before the gates, no anything.
Little one, you. . . . From the bed a woman called out, her voice weak with illness. She sounded so soft that even in the memory it was hard to tell if she was actually speaking or the mind was making up words. The voice was so calm and full of warmth, a feeling so well known by the child called Nightingale. We heard what you are doing for us. They've asked us to be there when it happens, so we might understand.
You don't have to come. It'll be okay, you need to rest. Both you....and the baby.
Another finger fell from her right hand and hit the ground as she was carried ever forward. The quills grew longer, her skin started to sprout scales. Inside her mind the choir had muted down to just those two voices that danced with her own in a sort of three-man tango. It was a lovely dance and, if her memories were correct, was the last once she ever shared with another person.
You don't need to worry about anything, the laws of the land will prevent them from punishing you after my sentence has been carried out.
Little one. . . . The woman in the bed sat up and her red curls fell against the pale white of the sheets and her skin. A man next to her moved to steady her and try to get her to lay back down, his face blurred by the passage of time and the pain of recollection. I will go with you. The man had said while the woman weakly tried to say the same. She was placed back down, the swell of her belly covered with a blanket, and a rag was used to wipe her forehead. Her face could not be seen, only her lips against a ghastly white face, and soon tears too.
She could see lips and tears, that was her only memory of the woman she had saved. The man had glasses, that was all she could recall.
Will you sing for me? The bricks were being set in place. Inside the small area there was only a chair among the shadows that ran around like someone was blurring them with a tool. The whole area seemed burned as well, like Temes was refusing to accept that this...this was how she'd died. Inside this area, sitting on a chair. Starving to death.
The teeth inside her mouth fell out like little pebbles dropping from a child's palm onto the ground. Fangs started to replace them as her weight grew ever heavier.
Please sing. Your voice... The man was crying, or was that her own sobs she'd heard echoing about? The bricks were starting to be laid. She could have run out if she wanted but that would leave her dear friends to a fate like this. Instead she merely sat down on the chair and listened as it groaned beneath her weight. The cries of the chair would have to mask out her own once the light was gone and she was all that was left. It would be her friend, her support, and her casket. This area was her tomb, the stillness in the gray her only memorial. Little one. . . .
Temes stopped her thoughts as she was placed before the gate, the Gatekeeper setting her down and ushering her forward. Her top was down to her hips and her dress was ripping with the expanding of her girth; eventually it snapped entirely and she stood naked facing her path to eternal Death and Life.
When the child is born, we will give it your name. She will know what you have done for us, for a couple who could never be together. The voice echoed as the sounds of being bricked in took over everything else. Brick by brick, sob by sob. Someone other than the man was crying, he was holding his tears. Temes could see his body and there were no tears mixed with the glasses. Thank you, little one. Thank you. Those words were his last as Temes raised her voice to sing. It was a song she sang often for those who were now bricking her in, for those who were weeping as soon as the notes escaped her pale lips. There were no tears on her face, no sorrow left in her body. She was going to die here alone and her voice would be her only comfort.
Towards the gate she started to move, her steps far more sure than anyrhing else. It was like walking down those stairs again, lead by people only in her memories. Her path this time was hers alone, her own will once again, and as the little one approached the gate she allowed her memory and her reality to cross once again. An aria filled the air as her swan song erupted, embracing all who were there and gone.
The gate opened, the last brick was set.
The light went out and Temes was gone.
Forever rest, welcoming home.
Ave, Maria.
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