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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:28 pm
There was nothing else to say that hadn't already been said, nothing else to do that hadn't already been done. Temes had offered her life for the Gatekeeper and had entered Death without hesitation.
Yet here she stood before two pillars, hands outstretched as they called to her.
You are not real one said Does that bother you
It did not, she did not know. It was unlike her to think beyond her station, to think she was of anything worth while.
A tower then, go.
She saw a tower, knew the tower, and was alive once more.
Onward, onward.
[ exit to tower so late ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:29 pm
They had barely made it into battle, barely exciting the realm of the Blue before something sharp pierced wretched itself across his chest. For a moment he could feel the air, his last breath escaping from his lungs before the fluid started to fill. It was getting heavy almost as if something was pressing on his chest, wanting to crush his ribs to pieces. Movements started to grow slower by the minute, a piercing scream erupted from the familiar figure beside him. Then the gurgling came, it was sickening to hear as the blood filled his throat and the bubbles of air bursting, splattering along the roof of his mouth and on to his tongue. He could taste the bitterness of the blood with the hint of iron, this was all so wrong. Everything was blurry, then dark a haunting black darkness. As the cold crept in he could feel the movements returning to his fingers. Matt started to reach, trying to feel the warm familiar hand of Kasi next to him. For a moment he thought maybe she wasn’t there she was still someplace else. Maybe she was still alive, still running with tears streaking down her face at the thought of her doctor being dead. But then he felt it, the former manicure nails and the soft skin of someone who had never done a day of hard work in their life.
She was there, like two butterflies tied together set out on a journey to only to met a short but lovely end.
Opening his yes he looked over to her, she was still dead, or asleep, he wasn’t sure what it was considering he didn’t think he would ever wake up again. He could still feel the pain on his chest, or more like a phantom of it considering it there was no trace of it left. Getting to his hand and knees he crawled over to his assistants lifeless body.
“Kasi…. Kasi are you ok..?” He pressed his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently hoping she would move. He wasn’t sure if he should even feel if she had a heart beat, there was already too much fear to feel his own.
A groan escaped before she started to blink her eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness.
“Matt?... Where are we?” She replied sitting up before pulling her knees to her chest, “I don’t like this place…..”
“I don’t know…. But can you stand up?” Matt replied looking over her to see if she had any scars, blood, anything to show how she died but there was nothing. Getting to his feet he held his handout to her to help her up. She took it, almost pulling his arm out of his socket as she made him hold most of her weight.
“What are those?” Kasi asked pointing to something behind him, something he had not noticed before. Two pillars, one black and one white standing ominous in the space. He started to walk towards them, as if drawn that this was to the part of his own conclusion. Kasi placed her hand in his, letting him almost drag her unwillingly to them. Little thought crossed his mind as he stood in front of the white one, the black one remained untouched as if it was almost seeped nightmares.
It spoke, its voice ringing out like a somber bell toiling over a dead city, lingering in the empty alleyways, echoing through the hollow buildings and
Shadows, he turned looking at his and Kasi’s. To be completely honest he wasn’t sure if was going to see any but they were there, matching their figures. He could feel Kasi shiver as the coldness started in his toes and crept up his body like fog reaching its long tendrils around. Matt wanted to scream, he wanted to tell the voice to stop, to stop talking to stop speaking, just let him go let him sit in the darkness, he wanted to avoid the tugging of the memories of his mind.
“We…aren’t real?…. I don’t… I don’t understand…” Kasi’s voice replied, soft like a whisper, so full of fear and longing at the same time.
Matt squeezed her hand, the words shut up, stop, no still stuck in his throat as the voice answered.
They were never meant to exist, everything he had thought was so real never really was his. Nothing was ever theirs, the memories of school, the friends, Harrison their king, not even the woman who stood next to him.
Sink, just sink into the darkness, he wanted to be left alone.
But she pulled, Kasi pulled on his hand as the tower spoke to come closer.
“No….” He replied like a soft whimper, like a child being pulled out of his bed, reluctant to return to the reality of the world. What was the point? The point in going on more if the end was just going to be the same?
“We have to Matt we can’t just stop here we have to go. I don’t want to disappear forever without the right end. I need you to be there with me, were a team remember. Even as kids we were together, like when I scrapped my knee and you fixed it up and made sure it would never leave a scar. Well sure I may have been… well not all there for the most part but I need this and so do you. We have to go no matter what.” Kasi replied before putting her arms around him her chin resting on his shoulders.
“Please… just one more adventure?” She sounded almost desperate, and for once there was no point in being the boss and demanding his way. Maybe this, this last embrace of their so called fake existence would hold some sort of meaning of why they were there in the first place.
“Ok… I’ll go, besides I don’t think you can’t leave me behind,” He replied letting her go from the hug and rolling up his sleeve. The tattoo was still there, the wings on his forearm of an elegant butterfly.
Matt followed Kasi, holding her hand as everything went black again.
[Exit very late <3]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:45 pm
[[ I just wanted to post this since he never died. Like ever. Silver forever! ]]
Pain. Unmistakeable pain. As if a fire had set his chest aflame, the sensation racing through each and every one of his nerves, the fiber of his being. Grasping at his chest he let loose a silent scream, no noise escaped his throat. Thousands of needles pricked and penetrated his skin, his clothes becoming nothing but air to the thin tips that poked. One by one the needles released, taking a piece of him away and yet he remained whole. The humming in his ears became a high buzz that drowned out everything, blurring his vision and altering his equilibrium. Balance was nothing. Air refused entry into the chaotic shrine of his body, the maelstrom of pain and anguish, sorrow and loneliness. The gleam of his eyes slowly - ever so slowly - fading into the darkness of his pupils. The once vibrant blue became as dark as the blackest night of winter, swallowing the light into the abyss. The fluorescent yellow - as bright and warm as the sun itself - eclipsed into nothing. The affliction became worse within seconds, but to the suffering Silver, it felt like it had been hours as the pangs seem to rupture his once noble body.
The Silver groaned, clasping his chest as if the fire inside had began to burn through his rippled chest. Cuts felt as if they had been cauterized. Bruises and aches felt as if ice had frozen them solid - frostbitten. His legs convulsed and shook, collapsing his weight to the ground. The five bottles of alcohol he had hoped to barter on Market Day shattered within his pack, the liquid content seeping through the pores of the pack. The boy laid there, his lightless eyes looking up into the empty sky. The heaving of his chest slowed with each escaping breath like the fleeing Silvers on that fateful day. The life of the Silver Kingdom escaping from it.
Upon his chest, a black envelope, damp with sweat and blood, and yet the letters remained fine and precise as they were written. A letter from the man who gave him shelter, his kingdom who gave him companions. Aymet Wandering Shadow Uru, of the Silver Kingdom,
By now you must have come to understand our ways, our purpose, our plight. The Voice has shown me a grave vision of the future, and should it come to pass, I must make a request of you. You must avenge my kingdom if it falls, like your home of silver before it. Garbed in grey, acquaintance of all kingdoms, you may pass unnoticed anywhere you go. Use this to your advantage, move close to the other Kings that you may strike at their hearts and bring them to ruin. Then and only then will you bring honor to our kingdoms lost.
Uru'baen closed his eyes, escaping the decaying psyche of his mind to the far recesses, the safest recesses. The last of his mind. Music.
He was back in his home again. The Silver Tower standing tall against a sea of trees upon a blue horizon. The shuffling and mingling of the marketplace below the tower. The busy hallways of the winding tower adding to the ambiance of the kingdom's music. The Fifth Floor Bar, active in the day just as it was at night. The patrons enjoying one another's company, the smoke was thin this day. The bartender cleaning the bar as his assistant and friend tended to clean the recently washed mugs. Humble waiters tending to the joyful, happy men of the Silver Kingdom. Then there was him, the young pianist who played day and night for his kingdom. Soft and melodious music echoed throughout the floor of the tower, blanketing the denizens with a muse. The music and laughter, the clang of cups and ale splashing to the ground, the sliding of mugs and the exchanging of coins, the din of the marketplace and the steps upon the walkways. This was his music. This was his life.
"Sorry, Maple. I wanted to race you..."
With a final heave of his chest, the envelope falls from his chest into the damp ground as a single object slips from inside. A card.
Death
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:03 pm
lol, wrong place, so this'll be where Petra's death solo'll go~
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:06 pm
This was not a surprise, none at all as Joachim felt something slipping through the middle of his body before releasing outwards like knife cutting through butter. The warm sensation of liquid spilling down his chest and his legs. They had killed him, as soon as he had stepped out of the Violet Kingdom he ceased to exist, just like he had on the day he had awoken on the water. So the question was, as Agsil had put it, what happens to the bodies that were already dead? What sort of world where they going to go to after the purgatory? There was also the question of how did the dead even have blood? He also had to note that dying was not all that much of fun as she would have put it. It had hurt somehow, again being dead before hand he sort of wondered if how he could even feel it this time.
These were, however rather unnecessary questions at this point. He was what you could consider dead beyond dead this point. The real question that he needed to ask was how could feel everything, like the cold something of a floor he was lying on, and why could he open his eyes and see the rather two large pillars with elaborate like design. One was black, the other was white.
Dismal. Black and white, what happened to the rather lovely purple he had gotten rather fond of? Would he see it again?
He sat up, running his fingers across his stomach, not even a tear existed in his coat or vest, almost as if the death he had received never really happened. Well if he ever saw Agsil again he could let her know that the dead, just well remained sort of dead disappearing to another place. Joachim patted his hair for a moment, the ribbon that the king had given him was still there holding the long orange locks, just like the day he had put it in. He was pretty sure he was never going to see him again, King Thackery that was, but at least he still had it as some sort of memento of the time he had spent there. Where ever he was going maybe he would be able to get another ribbon for his hair? Maybe something find another new friend, much like the mouse had left behind in the Violet kingdom. Getting up to his feet he stared at the pillars before walking towards it, his heels clicking on the floor.
Was that going to be the only sound he would hear? Would anyone else show up if they died as well? Or would it just remain him in the lonely existence.
“Do you wish to know a secret….” A voice sounded, soft almost like a whisper beckoning him forward. He glanced at the white one, his face remaining posed in a frown. Something about it was too pure, it was almost like the girl from the kingdom, the one who almost glistened white with purity.
He was not that, no despite his rather politeness to the girl he still hated himself. His life, everything he could remember from his past. Joachim, if he would have changed it he would have. He would have gone back, change it, taken what he felt was his but sintead he was placed in the Violet world.
They were, at least better in a way.
Nevertheless, he reached out, standing in front of the black one.
It spoke, it spoke of his own pitiful life and of his creation. However the voice made him bitter towards it, he already knew he spoke of! What was the point of telling him again? And a shadow? How could anyone see something in such a strange dark place, he thought turning around.
It was there though, something was lingered on the floor at first obscured in nature but then changing. It changed more and more into a reflection, a figure just like of his own appearance but different. There was something black on his head, something like the mouse he knew in the kingdom. She looked happy on her perch, and he well he looked rather sad as if he hadn’t slept in ages yet, there wasn’t the feeling of anger that filled him at the same time. The same anger that was still filling him, something told him what the pillar spoke was something he didn’t want to hear.
The idea of being just a fragment, a fragment of another.
“I don’t understand… NO… NO.. .I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY?” Joachim replied, no more like screamed as he turned his back on the fading shadow. He didn’t want to look at it any more. How could it be, how could he be the one who didn’t really exist?
“No….” This time he replied, his voice starting to waver as the pillar continued. Joachim rolled his hand up, his nails digging into his palm as he tried to keep himself from grinding his teeth. A fake, a useless meaningless existing fragment. Did that mean his past, everything he had remembered in purgatory was a lie? Even the little bit of living he did in purgatory that was a lie as well?
That was when it started.
The feeling of him starting to fade out of the world, out of his so called reality. A bitterness seeping in as he wanted to destroy the black pillar as it started to glow.
It wasn’t over it said. The darkness enveloping around him, it wasn’t over he still had something to do. To move forward and to take the last few steps into something.
Death?
Ending his own meaningless existence?
He wished, he wished he could have faith like his king did in them. He would remember the speech the one where they all had talents, things that were special about them. But that was a lie too.
So, Joachim moved forward into the darkness, he had to destroy it all.
[Exit omg so late]
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 11:20 am
Thannas had always rather expected to end up this way.
Even as a malleable child of the Silver Kingdom, he hadn't been all that useful. He was a mediocre gardener at best, and really a terrible warrior. Mayhap he'd have done all right as a true ambassador, but he would never truly know. He'd met his end in a lackluster fashion, looking back on it...and there had been no one at his side at the time. All his friends had fallen, those people that he had swiftly come to love, he'd seen them each take the fall one by one, breaking in ways that seemed deeply personal to every individual.
Perhaps to Than it had been as well, a punishment brought on by fate and fortune for accomplishing absolutely nothing in this tiny lifespan.
He hadn't done anything much, even in the Kingdom that he'd adopted, he'd merely taken their hands and accepted their generosity, even as their kingdom crumbled about them. Than could almost feel tears flood his eyes as he thought about the King and her kindness. For her at least, he would have liked to do better, for Damien, for Etzer....
...but he'd failed them as well.
He stood shivering in front of the pillars, neither seeming friendly. Looming silent for now, it seemed as though they held some sort of unspoken secret, as though they had been privy to a grand many comings and goings. Reaching out to the white pillar, Than cupped his hands towards the smooth marble of it, the brightness of the structure seeming familiar, comforting. Perhaps it was merely from all of his memories of shining silver.
He'd not deserved the warmth of those memories.
As the pillar spoke, Thannas felt his heart drop away in his chest, to sink down to some terrible place 'neath his toes.
"Unfortunately, this story has a sad ending. Look below you, at your shadow."
The self that he saw below him was imperfect, and Than almost self-consciously covered his damaged right eye, seeing a blatant patch on the one below him, his reflection seeming far more like the reality of self-hood that had come upon him in the red Kingdom. He'd lost those extras too, in death, everything of merit had been stripped away.
You were created to break, because you are not real
"Why..." He whispered, "Why is Other-Than so sad too...?" Because surely if there were another him... "IT IS NOT FAIR! THAN! THAN MUST BE HAPPY SOMEWHERE! THAN MUST NOT BREAK THAN MUST NOT!" He could help! There were people that needed him, people that cared about him...they existed, surely.
He could prove his worth to them, surely.
"It hurts, pillar." Than whispered, putting a hand over his heart, or at least he was still hoping he had one of those, fragmented and fake as it so clearly was, the knowledge borne by this strange pseudo-deity, "Than...Than doesn't understand..." And the tears fell, he couldn't stop them, they came freely, without his permission, as inwardly he crumpled.
Shadow, Fragment....Replica...
"Than is so sorries...."
He'd like to meet the real one someday...
"It's already too late to say goodbyelike..." He whispered.
"They have gones...and left Than all alone..."
He smiled, the only thing he knew how to do when he was confused. "Than will miss you all..."
And he opened his eyes...
...long enough to say goodbye to existence. An existence he'd never truly shared.
Perhaps the real ones would have better luck.
[exit - RISING UP FROM THE SICKBED TO DO THIS SO LATE ILU GUYS D: <3 ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 12:14 pm
"Well this seems malicious and vindictive..."
Sharra existed at the pillars, he knew that much, and he had been momentarily looking back on his decision to approach the black pillar with but a little regret. The Orychanian was fully aware that he was already dead, that this was some terrible middle ground betwixt existence, and nonexistence. His people, after all, had a myriad of myths about such a place.
The black pillar urged him to look down, to look at his shadow.
'...just a fragment'.
The blond snorted softly, seeing the familiar spines in place on this young man, everything...everything was familiar except the way he carried himself...the clothes on his back. There was a sameness, but a strangeness all the same. This other-Sharra was alien to him, in the same way that Orychanian's were foreign to humanity. The alien youth reached down, as though to disturb the seeming waters that contained this other self. "So he's the real one, huh...?"
Taking a slow breath in as the knowledge digested, Sharra shrugged, feeling oddly naked standing here without his spines to echo his movements, accentuate his thoughts. He was so....so plain and unadorned just now, in death. It seemed to give more credence still to tale that his impartial guide was proclaiming. "And if I'm a Fragment, perhaps my memories might not be real..." It was a logical enough step. "But those things in these days, that I have grasped with these two hands...those things are real enough for me." A hiss, spite in the words as he didn't even feign any true empathy with the words that were spoken in this dichotomy of light and darkness.
Two paths, but they led to the same end, didn't they? "You must be laughing at us, the silly Fragments that think they have right to choose." A musing, as he closed his eyes, to bring up another thought.
"If you're allowing me a final goodbye...I would like to see Marosa again..." He didn't know if it was possible, if the Ganerie had been gifted the same vision. But he had seen the other fall, seen him fade, and he could still remember the crushing blow it had dealt him. Friends...lovers... "...We have these last few breaths...these last conscious thoughts..."
Sharra felt the tug...and he could almost hear the familiar tread of boots as he walked down the long White corridors...of the Kingdom that he had so tenaciously clung to. That he must still cling to. It mattered so very little, that they'd accomplished nothing...they had accomplished it with all of themselves, believing in what was right.
"Fragments deserve to exist."
A statement. Left to hang in the air as Sharra Eldwaithe returned to waking.
Please let me exist for you...
[Exit]
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:07 pm
Eyes as dark as the pillar before him stare upon the erect, intricate creation. There is no movement, not a blink, the only light even around him muted, dulled. His pristine, stark white hair not as luminous. His bright blue iris' dimmed from their vibrancy. He felt as though he were being swallowed whole, enveloped into the black abyss, to be left with what seemed to be the source of it all; this onyx pillar.
It felt like hours, just staring, as if waiting for something, before a voice suddenly took to the air. The thick, heavy air, that almost felt like water weighing on his shoulders. But there was a part of Vaska that was sort of dazed... after he'd fallen on the battlefield, a wave crashed into him with emotions that even he couldn't decipher. Ones he'd... never felt before, all in one sweep. It was overwhelming, to say in the least, leaving him in a puzzled and mulling state. Until his thoughts had been interrupted... those shiny eyes remained poised on the stately figure, unfazed by the words spoken. A look of neutrality kept constant on his fair features, while the voice was absorbed and processed in his mind.
A fragment... a fake... a creation from... a creation.
What... did it mean? he couldn't quite grasp the concept fully. It was almost like a riddle of sorts, but.. what did that entail? His life had been a complete lie? Was he just some sort of.. piece to a game? Used by someone else for their benefit? had... his entire life just... been already predetermined..?
Easily, Vaska could remember his first hunt... his first kill... the feel of his blade tearing into flesh, bone and fur, the shriek of his target giving a call of pain, its body convulsing, and tremors shooting along it. The blood spill, that iron that would taint the air. That rush of adrenaline.. surging through his body, the fire in his eyes, and the mode he kicked into. Survival, instinctual... something he'd held since a young age... dedication and determination to annihilate who ever was deemed his opponent. Did... that mean nothing..? was it nothing..? had that all been faux?
It was a lot to swallow. A lot to take in... but Vaska didn't let his face show any sort of the turmoil that was starting to fester slowly in his mind like a cancer. How could he even believe that what this voice was saying was true? To be true, he was skeptical... but he could feel, and see himself fading, like snow melting as Spring encroached. Was he really nothing...? his entire life.. just.. a sham? But the voice assured solidity, and the man took those few steps closer to remain in tact, his little bone wings twitching into a more rigid state on his back. What was this creation that had made him anyway? who was his conceiver? His hands clutched the fluffy stole that embraced around his back and rested along the insides of his elbows, a comfort that he often relied on subtly, in times like these.
He would be reclaimed... so many questions swirled in his mind, but there hardly seemed any time to even ask them, based on how this column spoke, how it sounded so knowledgeable about... everything. It was hard not to believe the words that were bestowed. But it seemed he had another chance to... live again. Another chance to..
...to... what?
If his life truly had been nothing but false this entire time, what... did he truly have to go back to?
he had no friends. He hadn't any family. It was just him. That's always how it'd been. But... the image of Harland... and Crispin appeared, which made his train of thought falter. They'd... been some of the first people he'd interacted with in a long while.. and they'd welcomed him with open arms.. friends...? no. Simply acquaintances... but still.. it was a nice change of pace, from being seen as nothing more than just a body who provided necessity's that others needed.
And so as he was returned back to the world of the 'living', given that second breath, that second wind... Vaska hung onto those few who had actually given a crap about him. And even if not care, at least gave him the time of day. He would return for their sakes. Perhaps he was nothing... Perhaps his life was pointless, and not even true...
But he'd live it anyways. Who cared if he was just a piece of someone's game..? surely he could break free from it... surely his actions were all committed on his own behalf. And if not... well...
He'd just have to make the best of what he had.
[ Exit }
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:51 pm
The majesty of the brilliant, pristine white pillar was overpowering, and even awe inspiring... if the situation were different. If weren't currently on the last thread of her life. The story told was one Verusha almost thought was fiction... but upon gazing at her shadow...it was hard to go against the spoken words.
A fragment. "That's all I am, huh.." that usual grin lifted on her lush lips, white eyes cast still on the false shadow that lept from her feet. So she was just used, for someone's own pleasure. A soft scoff... well that was quite a way to go out. Knowing you weren't anything but a pawn. "And here I thought I was doing something good.. " she'd thought she'd been useful.
All that training, and prowess, for what? to become a soldier on the field who fought alone. For her kingdom... but that was all. Her family would turn their nose up at such a path of life... snub her. Claim her to be nothing but a war dog. And so what if she was? she liked it. It suited her just fine. But even enduring their cold words, this seemed even crueler. All she'd worked up to had been nothing but someone else's doing. Someone else was controlling her life. Making her who she was today. It wasn't on her own accord, as she had been so proud of doing, no...
"you really know how to break a girls heart.." she muttered, still keeping up her teasing, head lowered with her long hair veiling half of her face as she stared at her feet now. What was the point of her going back? fighting on the field again..? for what? this person she didn't even know? the kingdom she didn't seem to belong in? for once, her grin faded, into a flat expression, one that didn't belong on her lovely features.
But hey.. if this was her last hurrah.. she might as well live it up doing what she'd been created to do, eh?
[ exit ]
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