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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 5:16 pm
 
✠Submerged in darkness, it was hard to see much of anything. Constricted and tethered to this darkness surrounding her, her breathing became labored. It was so dark, yet the master of this domain's form was clear as day. Her eyes looked up at the woman, full of rage and ire, but they were becoming sluggish. Circe could no longer stay awake and succumbed to her own fatigue. In her unconscious state, she found herself drifting in that white void again. But this time, she awoke to find someone else here. The woman quickly rose to her feet and approached the familiar child draped in a cloak. But this time the child didn't run and it became apparent to Circe that it was a little girl. Her stringy hair peeked from beneath her hood, pale skin covered in dirt and her feet caked in mud. She kept her face hidden, though her red glowing eyes stood out. The witch took a knee to be face to face with her, peering under her hood to see her face. There she found a solemn expression and wet eyes on a vaguely familiar face. 'Do I know this girl? Haven't I seen her somewhere?' It was hard to place where but the feeling was there. Giving the kid a smile, Circe attempted to introduce herself. "Hi there. My name is-" "Circe. You're Circe" the girl interrupted, looking with bright eyes. The witch paused for a moment but wouldn't get a chance to ask. "I...always admired Hecate, but I'm more like Circe, I think. Ever since I was taught witchcraft by my...mother… There's a certain wonder to learning about æther…" she expressed in a half smile. Circe smiled in response, feeling the same way about æther. Her numerous potion experiments was evidence of this, learning what she could and couldn't do. It also made her feel closer to her witch heritage. But soon smiling faces would grow bitter as the little one began to shed tears. "I...I wanna go home… I miss my mum… But...home isn't home anymore and mum… They all want to hurt me… Where can I go…?" Circe's heart ached for the girl, feeling her pain. Who would push a child to feel this way? She reached out to console the younglings when a voice spoke out behind her. "I...have nowhere to go..." The witch quickly looked back to see the cloaked woman from the last dream. She had the same blonde stringy hair as the child and crimson red eyes, though she appeared far more exhausted. At that moment, she would find the girl had disappeared when she looked. Circe stood to face the woman and get a better look at her. It was obviously the little girl now grown, though she now looked even more familiar. "Everywhere I go, I am unwanted. They fear me, violently so… I just wanted them to stop! They were hurting me- I didn't mean too! …But deep down, some part of me liked it. And that terrifies me… What am I becoming…?" the woman asked aloud, looking at her weathered hands. There was a brief pause, Circe unsure what to say in response. "Who...are you? Are you…?" The woman would look up, casting her blood red orbs into Circe's own. And when the mysterious stranger smiled, the witch felt something in her gut. "But...I don't understand… Why? ...Why?"
Suddenly lunging up, gasping for air, the witch would find she was out of the shadows but still imprisoned. In an actual prison from the looks of things. She was also cuffed with magic nullification bracelets, hindering her attempts at escape. The woman looked around her cell, but would stop at the sight of her captor just beyond the bars. "Evelyn…! What did you do to me? What do you want from me?!" The torch lights flickered, Evelyn showing her disdain and ire at being asked such a question with her sour expression. Because of Circe, her plans were being threatened of failing. If she was right about their connection, then the witch posed the biggest threat to her. Gripping her parasol handle tightly for a moment, she would remain calm before speaking. "I...want nothing from. When we separated, I was finally free to pursue my ambitions. You have always been nothing more than a hindrance to me and I'll be glad to go our separate ways again. But only after I sever the connection for good." In response, Circe spat on the ground, Evelyn cringing in disgust and stepping back from the bars. "You're full of crap, lady. What happened back there was a sensory link you caused!" The woman growled, approaching the bars. If she could reach through the bars, she would have. "And why would I do such a thing to harm myself? ...Enough. Since I now have your undivided attention, I will explain to you, once and for all. I care not if you believe me, my conscience is clear." Rolling her eyes, the witch stepped back and turn led her back to her captor. She didn't want to hear anything this venomous terrorist had to say. And yet, she would not interrupt her explanation. "...It starts with a girl who was exiled from her home and hunted for centuries. She was beginning to crumble from her years of torment, unable to find rest. But despite this, she found there were others struggling just the same as her and felt their anguish. Was there no place for people like them? Outcasts of the world they lived in because they were different. The girl, now a woman, decided if she would make this place, taking over a kingdom if she needed. Except...she lacked the will to raise a hand to others. She believed all people weren't bad and was conflicted on what to do. She was weak... And that's why…" Evelyn paused, pulling out Circe's grimoire and holding it up. Hesitantly, the blonde-redhead would look over her shoulder to see what it was; to see her precious book in the woman's hand. And it was at that moment, Circe actually started to listen to Evelyn's tale. It was with that that there was even a small chance her story could be plausible. "With this: Morgane's Understanding. A spell meant to free a witch suffering from a taboo curse. But to use it on herself and being half Etherious, one became two. That is two say: you and I. I inherited her will and conviction, as well as her Curse; naturally, I inherited her name as well. But you were reduced to a weak child, devoid of her memories and little power. Fitting for a tumor such as yourself. I left you behind to pursue my ambitions without hindrance. Yet...here you stand before me" the empress glared. The witch looked away, her eyes cast to the floor in utter denial. She didn't want to believe a word of it and yet, some part of her couldn't outright refuse it. But it was hard to swallow something as outrageous as this: being apart of another person. The more she thought about it, the more she detested the idea. Evelyn watched her prisoner, unsure what she made of it all, but it didn't matter. "In any case, here you will stay here until I figure out how to sever what remains of our bond. I'm not letting you put me at risk- that is to say, you will not be my weakness… Not when I’m so close...” The empress turning to leave, Circe quickly came to her senses, at least enough to realize she was being left here. The woman turned and skipped over to the bars that separated her from the other woman. She gripped hard on the iron; the cold seeping through her gloves. “W-Wait! You can’t just leave me here! Evelyn!” she pleaded, though her cries fell on deaf ears. She violently shook on her gate, but it wouldn’t budge even an inch. The witch was left helpless as she watched the supposed doppelganger vanish into the darkness. And then she was alone… Cold, confused and on the verge of tears...
 
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2020 2:30 pm
TAKEDA
Takeda followed Gryphi for a while, but lost track when he smelled more babes nearby. His nose forced him downstairs to some shady part of this castle-mansion situation. There, he heard some yelling of a probable hot-broad and metal shaking around. Not one to miss an opportunity, Takeda licked his paw, slicked his hair back with the same hand, and made his way to the source of the noise. Lo and behold, his eyes befell a hot blondie in a cage. Admittedly, this sort of stuff wasn't his cup of tea. However, at least he had the chance to swoon the distressed damsel without the possibility of her running away. "Well hello there mis- AHHH!" The exceed purred before tripping over his still-golden feet, landing face-first onto the floor. "Ow..." Takeda sat up, blood dripping from his nose as he wore a goofy expression. "I guess you can say you swept me off my golden paws, ehe... So... Come here often?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2020 1:07 pm
✠It was quiet after Evelyn left, save for the soft flickering of the flame lit torches. It was hard to tell if there was even a guard nearby, though it was highly likely. No matter, Circe didn't intend to sit idly and wait to be rescued, if rescue was coming. Whatever Evelyn had in store for her, she refused to wait for it. She paced around the cell, looking for some kind of escape; her chains scraping along the cold hard ground. There had to be some sort of weakness in the wall or the bars. The woman rattled every bar, desperate for a sign of hope. As she searched, light tapping would put a halt to her actions. The sound of a metal tink would slowly approach her, making her step back from the bars cautiously. Was that a guard coming to check on her for making so much noise. Circe felt a lump in her throat as she anxiously awaited the person to show themselves. But her unease would crumble once the chubby orange animal walked before her. He started to talk, but then tripped over his strange gilded feet. "Huh? An...Exceed?" she tilted her head, staring at the cat. Not too many bipedal cats she knew of, though the one from Sabertooth was a little different in that regard. But this one...it was even stranger. She completely tuned out his attempt to flirt; her thoughts on why this one had golden feet. That was like Nebula's Magic, wasn't it? She was the only one she knew with that ability, so what were the odds? But that would also beg the question why her friend would do this to the Exceed. Or why was it here and where was here? So many questions...but maybe the orange fur ball knew. "Hey...little fella? What happened to your feet?" she asked, crouching down to his level.
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