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 Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 3:50 pm
The Fall
Lost hope  jacknblack We have never lost all, until we have lost hope.
Family, fortune, freedom, all can be lost and yet while a flame, the veriest flicker of hope exists within us we are safe in the knowledge that the world will yet come right. All will yet be good again.
However, we start our christmas story with one who had lost that most basic of ideals. Her hope had been extinguished.
She made a forlorn figure, walking down the street as the last moments of christmas eve ticked away, as in the distance lights twinkled upon trees above presents neatly wrapped and nestled, awaiting their owners' wreckless hands to unveil their shining newness to excited eyes.
Her form was wrapped in a cloak similar to that another had worn while making the same trip, though their purposes were entirely different.
Pushing open the door that still held the nail that had so recently propped up adoption notices, the fiery redhead made her way into the building. It seemed so long since she had been here, so long since the memories that now danced in her mind were formed.
From the shadows he watched her enter. Those beady eyes, that unsettling smile, that dirty-phonecall breathing, all were present to tell the tale. His employment had begun, watching that his mistress' plan carried through tonight, but it would by no means end here. Oh no, he had much more in store for this sleepy place, this veritable treasure trove of possible pleasure.
She knew not why she had come. An impulse, she assumed. A nagging voice in her mind which had pressed her back to this place, though she had thought she would no more see it's walls. Perhaps she was right, an idle thought mused, but this only led to confusion.
He could almost taste the pressure dancing upon the night air, feel his heart slurping away as blood rushed through it. Not long now.
It was almost midnight, now. With halting steps she made her way down the halls, a thin smile curving on her lips as she drank in each familiar sight, and a few new. "I'll miss it," she breathed, then was silent, surprised once more by her own thoughts, that nagging knowledge that was showing itself.
And then, faintly, small on the wind, a clock bell struck. The first chime cleared her mind. The second arrested her form, and the rest were a blank as the story unfurled itself through her.
A shot of energy ran up her body, rippling through her as if a bolt of lightning were thrilling through her veins, electrocuting every molecule of her being, bursting out in searing heat. The pain was indescribable, and yet hung upon her like some deafening silence, endlessly brief, fleetingly perpetual. Like a bomb's centre, the energy enveloping her, surrounding her, hung in the air for a moment, the explosion hanging like mist on morning air before it spread, burning, super-charged through the building around her. It burst through the place in moments, setting ablaze what it did not blow out into the street, relocating that which it did not burn to a new and terrifyingly strange place, a pile of smouldering rubble, flames licking at the edges.
It was done, his mistress would be pleased indeed. With those thin lips parting into a grin, then coated with a trail of spittle as he ran his tongue along them, he turned, heels clicking on the pavement as he made his way to give his report.
The smoke curled upwards into the still night air as the sounds of carols mixed with the crackling of burning, and then a friend, now a stranger lay in the midst of it, unaware of what she had caused, or why. - The End -
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 4:07 pm
The Rebirth of a Fallen Phoenix
There is hope to be regained Ink Aspere "Well would y' look at tha'."
The white-blonde haired Legend child stops in his tracks up the familiar road, only to find nothing but smouldering rubble and ash blanketing the area where once the Headquarters stood tall. He blinks furiously and raises his arm to shield himself as the wind picks up some of the ash and blows it into his face.
He cautiously approaches what used to be the front porch, and toes a blackened, unrecognizable chunk of debris, finding it to be rather cool. This tells him the fire, or explosion, or warzone, has had at least a day or two to simmer down.
Like the good little boy that he is, Ink climbs atop unidentifiable rubble, his arms shooting out to balance him as he dangerously ventures closer to the centre of the mess. Maybe I'll find something real cool, like some bomb shells or sommat.. Dark Fire Angel No bombshells lay scattered amongst the destruction; nothing to signal what had caused the scene that lay upon eyes of those curious enough to venture. That is, except a little girl that remain crouched amidst the mess, one hand gripping her own head, as it throbbed, the other pushing her off the ashes that marred the ground about her, almost clinging to her bare feet.
The pain was mostly gone, but it'd left... nothing in it's wake. There was nothing there; nothing in her mind, and as the girl opened her eyes, the information they gathered did not lessen her confusion. Instantly, she was forced to close them again as her head throbbed, a headache firmly in place, her hand gripping her temple harder. A hiss escaped her, her free hand curling around the ash that lay about her, gripping it as if it were responsible.
There was only a blank sea however. There was nothing there. Where was she? Who was she? What was she? The questions swam slowly into her mind, occupying the previous blankness, yet no matter how deep she searched within the blinding white, she could not find the answers; they were either missing... or they'd never been there.
Slowly pushing herself up, the girl attempted to regain her balance, a procedure she found to be extremely difficult to carry out with her eyes shut; forcing them open, she leaned her hand against a bit of the remaining structure nearby, her wings hanging flaccidly against her back as she kept her other hand against her head. It felt so heavy... and the blinding white was still eating away at her thoughts. It was obvious an elephant could have rushed right past her and Chesai would've not only not noticed, but would've also not cared. Ink Aspere Ink freezes as, in his periphferal vision, his eyes catch onto movement. He stops in an awkward position, however, and his footing isn't exactly perfect, especially on the instable foundation of what used to be a building. His right foot slips and, in spite of himself, he is forced to move to prevent from falling. A choice curse slips from his lips.
When the girl doesn't notice his temporary slip up, Ink's inquisitiveness gets the better of him. He peers over his shoulder only to find, to his disappointment, a girl in a silly costume.
"Hey, blondie!" he hollers in a slightly annoyed tone. "Dinnit yer mother over tell y' playing inna destruction zone is dangerous?" Dark Fire Angel The girl's eyes shut tighter, the hiss coming through her gritted teeth once more as she gripped her head; the voice was annoying. It was obnoxious, and it was not helping her rid of the pain that came back in waves at the unwanted sound. Good god; hasn't anyone told this dumbwit that yelling rudely isn't usually the best way to get attention from others?
Specially others that have a glaring headache and feel like burying their heads under ground?
It took the girl a good long while to react to Ink's words; in fact, whenever Chesai moved, it was with jerking, deliberate movements that signalled she was in fact not truly harmed. Her bones were not broken, and there were no injuries upon her skin; just ashes and soot that clung to her bare feet as she moved. Then slowly, her grey hued eyes opened, her gaze directed towards where the voice had come from; the flat look she sent the other child was almost acidic, one hand still gripping her forehead while the other fell languidly to her side, "Some should practice what they preach..." the words had slipped her mouth before she noticed, and the girl instantly lowered the hand she'd been using to grip her forehead, covering her mouth before she said anything else, a confused expression coming over her features.
She didn't recognise her voice. And she was quite sure Blondie was not her name. Or so she hoped.
Her wings spread then, stretching out to relieve the stress she'd felt during the blast, flapping once to rid a dead feather here or there before they curled against her back. Chesai had felt these 'wings' before, but tell truth, her mind being as blank as it was... the girl had done as little thinking as she could. Thinking about wings was bound to push her over the edge of hysterics, and thus... her mind had somehow decided to ignore them in favour of squinting in hopes she'd recognise he whom she'd already dubbed 'strange-accent-rude-boy'.
To no avail however, and thus her expression melted into frustration, eyes tearing away from him as she tried to pin point her location. However, only destruction lay around her, and for some reason... it hurt to think about it. Ink Aspere Snorting loudly, Ink makes his way closer to the girl, satisfied by the crunching under his feet as he finds something that hasn't yet been crushed to its potential. "I'm no saint, nor do I ever wanna be," he announces with pride. "Not much fun in tippy toe-in' through the daisies an' tha' s**t." Smirking broadly, Ink looks out from under his bangs at Chesai, straightening up taller. Even though he hadn't caused her the pain she feels, he finds a certain satisfaction in being the more powerful one in the immediate vicinity. "What's yer name, girly? Or issat priviledged infermation?" Ink sneers, shoving his hands into his pockets. Dark Fire Angel Still offering him but a flat look, the girl's lids hooded over further, "I'll make sure I remember that," a small snort was produced as her nose wrinkled up in confusion; it'd be downright ironic if she were to remember that whilst not remembering her name. Frustrating too, "I don't think you will find any daisies here anyhow."
Finally letting out a sigh, she allowed herself to lean her back against the structure she'd been pressing her hand against previously, her eyes searching the sky for the answers she couldn't phantom within the white pool that seemed to be her mind at the moment. So busy was she doing this, still massaging her temple, that she... missed the fact the boy was practically towering over her; it didn't register he was in fact quite intimidating till she finally turned to face him, her brows knitting together for an instant.
Was it his soul that was intimidating? She thought it was. There was almost like a blackness curling around the boy; he was drawing pleasure from her pain.
How she knew this, Chesai did not care to find out; the answer that bubbled into her mind at the immediate thought was slightly frightening and the girl pushed it away, her eyes roaming the destruction, "Perhaps it is privileged information," she finally turned to aim another flat look at him before frowning, "Because I can't remember it. Can't even remember why I'm here; Or what this place is," a pause followed, her hands coming up to her face again as she cleaned the soot that clung to her skin.
She was dirty.
In fact, she felt dirty. The sensation was not a desirable on and the girl instantly grit her teeth, before letting out a sigh that relaxed her muscles, her wings laying aimless against her back. She did not care to ask whom the boy was; she figured she he wouldn't have cared to answer. It didn't matter.
Who was she? What was she? "Cold, aren't you?" again the words slipped before she'd been able to predict them, but this stim, she didn't stop herself. For some reason, she felt that she was perhaps the opposite, and though she'd winced ever so slightly away from the boy, she remain slightly unfazed; Chesai wasn't sure if it was due to the shock or something else. Ink Aspere "Nah. It's a bit chilly, but m' jacket's keepin' me cosy," is his snide reply. As if to prove it, he stretches his arms above his head and groans satisfactorily. Falling back into silence, and finding the conversation with the girl in the costume not all that entertaining to his senses, Ink looks left and right and back at Chesai. His eyes, currently a golden hue, sparkle mischeviously. " 'Sides, iffin I had a mum, she nor anyone'd be able t' stop me from what I'D want t' do," he brags offhandedly, stomping on a poor half-dead mouse whose misfortune had charred and pinned it beneath the rubble but not taking its life with the initial blast. It squeaks its last breath into the sole of his boot. "Speakin' a which, shouldn'tchew get home t' yer guardian or whatever th' ******** them prisses are callin' themselves?" He isn't actually concerned about the fellow Legend's welfare, nor trying to make kind, casual conversation; it is merely more of a taunting, especially under the weight of Sai's amnesia, even if it's unbeknowest to him. Dark Fire Angel A soft snort passed through her lips at his words; despite himself, he'd answered her perfectly. There was no need for further information on that end and the girl fixed her attention upon the destruction about her, frowning from time to time. It looked familiar, yet not so; it was frustrating, annoying. It then occurred to her... that she was in fact, not cold at all; the notion forced confusion upon her features again in a flash, her eyes blinking as she extended an arm, swifting it's position, gazing at her fingers, then taking a moment to look at her legs.
She was not cold at all.
Which made no sense.
Her eyes were drawn to the mouse as the boy stomped on it, however, no reprimand came the girl was she lifted her eyes back to him, blinking once, twice, before arching a brow at him, "Guardian?" a pause, "I don't have one," had she had any doubts she did not like this boy, they would've vanished upon that sole action, however, the doubts had vanished upon initial contact, and thus, remaining unfazed the girl frowned at him, "I'm sure you would; do what you want, do what you crave. Isn't that what life is... was... all about? Live short, live fully and die young; leave a pretty corpse behind," the words were not those what she believed, but something inside her churned at them, "Something like that..." They had been meant to taunt back, and yet she felt she was taunting herself, and thus she finally closed her mouth.
Her muscles were slowly regaining their strength, though what had put the exertion upon them in the first place, she as unsure of. She was, however, idly glad she was warm; it felt like an inner fire burned within her; it was a comforting thought, specialy standing next to the boy's harsh cold. Ink Aspere Ink looks back at Chesai with his head slightly tilted. His smirk changes into one of an impressed grin; he might actually get along with this one. With a click of his tongue, he moves away from the now-dead rodent and says, "Such jaded words fer a teeny gal!" He brings a hand to her hair, not minding personal space one bit, and touches the slightly singed ends. He squints, his brow pushing together, but says nothing. His ever calculating mind makes note of the little details; her shocking warmth, her older, experienced speech but youthful appearance, the condition of her wings. Finally, he turns his head away, his currently umber eyes unreadable. "Unlike m'self, I don' think y' could make it a day on th' street. We should find you a place t' stay." He suggests it passively, though somehow in a commanding tone, as if that is how things will happen, no question about it. Dark Fire Angel Her hand had once more reached up to massage her temple, her brows knitting together; her mind was focused on the previous notion of an inner fire. Inner fire... inner fire. The words clicked, and yet she couldn't put her finger over what exactly it was they clicked. All she knew... was that the words made sense to her, in some odd sort of way.
Had she not turned towards the boy at that precise moment, she probably would've missed his smirk turn into a grin; the notion unsettled her. Somehow, the idea of impressing him was alien to her, "You're not too large either," her brows knitted again, and her gaze finally dropped to inspect herself fully; he was right though; she was small. She was not only small, but looked rather... delicate in a way; agile however. All in all, she looked quite defenseless, however, there was fire in her words, in her gaze, despite herself, and though she could not see it, the boy might.
Chesai had no way to know she wasn't all that defenseless; the destruction that lay around proof enough of the fact, however... having no knowledge of what had happened, her mind had pushed that possibility far away. She didn't want to be responsible for these ashes she stood upon; the blackened building seemed to represent something, and it's destruction was not something her mind seemed to want to acknowledge. And so she didn't.
The soft tugging at her hair reverted her attention back towards the boy, and though she did not pull away, she did tilt her head slightly, arching a brow in confusion, perhaps a silent question; it was clear he was evaluating something though, and tell truth, she wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to know what conclusion he'd come upon. She didn't ask, her features instead melting into a slight indifference till he spoke, "A place to stay?"
Yes, a place to stay...
... she didn't have a place to stay, did she? The blankness within her mind didn't let her see through and instead she frowned; there was a commanding tone to his voice. It didn't scare her, but rather, it confused her; the boy seemed to jump through emotions. But then again, she was no one to judge, not to mention, she knew he was right. She didn't fight lost battles; she knew his claim was correct. With a mind that remembered virtually nothing, there were few changes for her alone out there.
Instantly, her mind noted she didn't like it when he was right.
It was around that time that a tall ma approached the building; he'd heard of the place, the charge he'd been set upon a while back not exactly connected with the place, but making familiar with it, if ever slightly. The sight of the burnt down structure was appalling to Shinzu however, and he stood where he knew the door had been for a while, staring.
He knew fire.
Being a dragon, he knew fire and how it worked; this seemed like an explosion from within, of great magnitude. He stood and stared, stood and stared as he tried to figure out what could've caused such destruction. Ink Aspere "Sure, sleepin' in rubble sounds nice in theory.." he says sarcastically, motioning to the destruction they're standing in, "But not all that sanitary or comf'erable, t' be sure." Whatever - or whoever - lay waste to his first home, the one he could remember after being dumped aside like last week's garbage, is to be feared, Ink decides, or at least to be wary of. If indeed the girl had something to do with it, he'd make sure the ball is in his court instead of the odds being against him. He'd befriend her, or at least in what inexperienced way he knows how to be a friend to another : a selfish and self-preserving route. Ink looks up the stone path, squinting slightly to make out the approaching figure. "Well then! Looks like this won' be so hard af'er all!" He waves exaggeratedly at the man, attempting to flag him down. His stomach has been long nagging for something to fill it, which was his entire purpose in coming to the Headquarters to begin with, though now that it lies in ruins, he wants to move on as quickly as is possible. Dark Fire Angel He was right.
... Again.
She really didn't like that. Really she didn't, and though she felt her mind was sharp, she couldn't seem to form proper come backs at the moment, for the fog that was still clouding her senses was only just beginning to disperse. There was simply no way she could make her mind work at the rhythm she was asking it to and thus all she could offer him was a flat look again.
His voice as he spotted someone, drew her attention and the girl squinted lightly, however, the blankness in her mind prevented her from recognising the approaching figure. Or maybe she flat out didn't know him. She wasn't sure, and tell truth, right now she didn't care too much about that; knowing whom she was, was a more pressing matter, "My mind may be foggy, but I don't think you can walk up to just anyone and ask them to take care of..." a pause, looking down at herself, "A child," yes, she was a child. The word was burnt into her mind. Something told her it was for the better, the nagging voice telling her it was better this way, and yet she couldn't for he life of her understand what it meant. What was this better than?
She didn't know. And finally, she decided she didn't care to find out for now. The present was much more pressing at the time being. Shifting slightly, her muscles wincing at her still, the girl moved to get a better look, the expression upon her face almost expectant despite her earlier words.
Being too far off, Shinzu never heard the conversation taking place; all he saw were two children standing amidst the mess, one of them, a boy... waving enthusiastically at him, calling him over. He thus did what any other responsible adult would've; he walked over to them, studying them as he neared. These two... they weren't normal.
They reminded him slightly of Lunden, and yet their auras were not similar; the boy's was dark, cold, repelling, and the girl's warm, fiery, compelling. They were both quite different in essence, the dragon decided, no matter if their hair color was the same... they were like day and night, those two. It was then his eyes fell upon the girl's wings; a dead give away they were not 'normal', "Are you hurt?" he frowned slightly, his tail twitching under his clock; the girl seemed to be in a worse state than the boy was, though she seemed physically unharmed, her clothes were singed here and there, ashes clinging to her bare feet.
Who walked in winter, in the chilling cold on bare feet? Ink Aspere "She is," Ink cuts in, giving Chesai a sharp elbow in her ribs with the intention of making her look even more injured.
Putting on his best act, Ink steps forward nonchalantly, playing up his street kid appearance. "Please, sir, d' ye have somewhere nice an' warm fer my sister t' sleep an' get better?" he asks, adjusting his voice to his lies accordingly. "We don' have nowheres t' sleep anymore, and our 'rents -"
Ink frowns convincingly, pulling on the man's arm and bringing his voice to a whisper. "She don' know yet, but our 'rents died.. I told'r making cookies at midnight wasn't a good idea, but she dinnt listen.."
To finalize his monologue, the blonde Legend bows his head in a pained mix of sorrow and misfortune. More clearly now, he pleads, "It'll only be til she's better, mister, then I'll come back an' get'r.." Dark Fire Angel Unsurprisingly enough, Chesai's mouth was already open to answer the mane; no, no, she was fine, just slightly... sore for some odd reason. However, the words never left her throat, merely thought away instead, for Ink's elbow dug into her ribs, making her double over slightly, a hand reaching out to grab onto the structure while the other clutched at her bruised ribs.
It took her several seconds to regain the breath that had been blown out of her, but the moment she did, she shoot the boy a dark glare, her eyes dripping something akin to venom; that bloody well HURT!
Her gaze and mind focused on the fact the boy was talking however, and as she massaged her ribs with one hand and held onto the structure with the other, she listened. Chesai might've been rash, and she might've been someone to act on impulse, possibly lead by the fire she'd already acknowledged, however, she was smart too, and her mind and instincts were both telling her that the boy was in fact helping her. As strange as that sounded. And that she best take a slight advantage of the situation, for the truth was... he was right. She wouldn't last on the streets.
What was wrong with this boy? And was this man even going to buy this story? She was already prepared to breathe out the truth, or at least what little she knew of it.
Amusingly enough, Shinzu bought the story. Every single word of it; despite himself, the dragon was naive, and perhaps all too trusting of children. Probably to a fault, for the thought the blond boy could be not saying the truth never crossed his mind. Instead he frowned; his mind was calculating sums, numbers. Yes, he thought... he could afford another child. Lunden scarcely ate and he wasn't much of a bother. Another one for a short period of time wouldn't bother him, "I'd have no problem with that, but..." a pause followed as he eyed the boy, looking half confused, half expectant, "What about you?"
So focused on the boy was the dragon, he missed Chesai's jaw drop quite ungracefully, her brows shooting up; she wasn't sure if the man was too kind and... too naive. Either way, she found herself cringing at the man's question for reasons unknown to her; however, she phantomed she actually wanted to get out of this.... burnt place as soon as possible.
"Wouldn't you need somewhere to stay?"
Chesai told herself this wasn't lieing; she didn't know what had happened and was thus, ridding the wave, however, a nagging voice was already worming itself into her mind. Despite this, she was reluctantly grateful to the boy; he had nothing to gain doing this (at least that she saw) and yet he was helping her. The notion did nothing to help settle her dislike of him, however, she idly thought, that if the boy were in trouble and she were nearby, she'd help. If only to repay the debt. Then she'd want to get as far away from his cold harshness as possible. Ink Aspere Ink straightens up taller. "No sir! I'm older an' 'sides, I have t' go tell the family what happened to our 'rents an' the house."
He shoots Chesai a look over his shoulder, one that speaks of a mixture of triumph and superiority. His ego properly fed, though his stomach not, Ink already starts out on his way.
"Don' worry about me, mister!" he calls, backpeddling dangerously over the instable terrain, "You jus' take care a her!"
Before the man could protest - after all, Ink never bothered to get an address - Ink breaks into a run, down the path, and out of sight. - The End -
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:21 am
We All Fall Down
Rhyme away Quote: 25/12/06
I have a concience.
No, no, don't laugh at me, it's true! I have a concience! You know, sort of like the one in one of those children's books I've seen Shinzu read to Lunden? What was the name again? Pinochio? Something like that? Whatever. I have one of those. Again, don't you dare laugh at me; I practicaly feel you grinning, just by reading this, huh?
Well, let me put a damper over your mood; I think we all have a concience. It's probably not one of those... moving cute little animals, like in that children's story, that talks and guides you for the better; tells you to go to school and stuff. It's diferent. But it's just as persistant. Mine was obnoxiously persisant, let me tell you that; despite my mind being absolutely blank of any type of information from before I opened my eyes to find myself in the midle of that wreckage, the obnoxious voice appeared and nagged away at my thoughts as soon as that blond boy ran off.
Nag, nag, nag, it went, as the man (Shinzu, I later learnt was his name) walked me off to the house he owned. By standard, the place wasn't huge, but it wasn't by all means small either; the structure of the building reminded me of something old, yet extremely sturdy. The place was beautiful, or at least I thought so. But the nagging voice, that stupid nibbling worm would not go away, no matter how many time I tried to tell myself I wasn't lieing to the man; I didn't do the lieing! That boy had! And yet the nibbling thought ate at me so much I wasn't all that happy.
Shinzu noticed, I think, but he figured I was sad about other things; he let me be. He showed me a room, told me to use the bathroom to my free will and told me that downstairs, he'd be in the living room, sitting by the chimney, eatting some warm food; that I could go join him and the baby (Lunden, I'll write about him later), when I was done. He also gave me replacement clothes for the night and apologised about them being his own and much too large. He told me we'd go buy some more clothes the day after.
And the more he told me, the more he said... the more that nagging voice turned into a raging monster in my head; it stomped, it howled and it demaned I speack up, tell the truth. Or what little of it I knew. But I was terrified to do so.
So I didn't.
Instead, I did what I was told; I bathed, I got out of the singed clothes, scrubbed myself clean, and even once the soot was gone, I kept on scrubbing. I felt dirty, but amusingly enough, not about lieing. It was as if.. I was trying to rid myself of something else, of shame, regret.. something I'd done. Perhaps it's for the best I can't remember. I scrubbed away till I could practicaly feel most of my worries melt away into the water; I plucked away the lose feathers that were hanging from my wings, and I groomed them. Despite how odd they are, and how odd it is for me to have wings, I think they're quite beautiful; they're comforting. I later dressed myself in the over grown clothes and went to join Shinzu and the baby.
That's right about the time 'The Voice' as I'd dubbed it, came raging back at me. I think Shinzu noticed something was wrong; probably my fault too, because all I ever did was stand in front of him and the fireplace and fidget. I fidgeted a lot. The gods (whomever they may be) must've been having the time of their lives at my expense, I'd figure; I could almost hear them laughing at me, and yet all I could do was stand there, fidgeting.
This was not my home, and not my family, and despite their generosity, i felt I was intruding; the boy'd been right too... if I left, I'd not make it, out on the streets, specialy not knowing whom I even was, but I couldn't help it. I blurted out everything at him, then and there; I told him I had no idea whom I was. I told him how I'd come to find myself in the middle of that wrekague when I'd woken up, and I told him I'd only just meet that blond boy whom had helped me in such unorthodox ways. I think I poured out my soul on him that night. I think I voiced everything that was troubling me to him, and all he did was pat me on the head, smile at me, and tell me we'd find out what'd happened the following day. He told me to not worry, he'd accepted me into his house and the circumstances didn't matter, since he wasn't going to kick me out; instead he sent me off to sleep, and I slept peacefuly.
For some odd reason... it felt like the first time I'd slept so peacefuly in a very long time. It was odd, because... the one day I don't even remember my name, I slept deeply. I was safe. And there was hope.
I felt like everything was going to be alright.
It was a warm feeling. I liked it. Quote: 26/12/06
Hello, my name is Chesai, and I am a Phoenix.
Did that sound like one of those introductions you hear people call out in those places where they're trying to stop drinking and are admiting they have a problem "Hi, I'm soandso, and I have a problem!" well, yeah, hello there; I'm Chesai, but I guess I don't have problem. Not really.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:19 pm
Late Christmas Present
Companionship
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:46 pm
Dragons in the Snow
Warm cold Dark Fire Angel A girl remain crouched at the side of the park, near a tree, her hand making odd motions above the snow, her finger trailing figures here and there. Slowly, a picture was forming in the snow, where her finger passed; lines upon lines, upon lines, upon lines... a bird was slowly being formed by them, a small sizzling noise heard whenever her finger came in contact with the frozen water.
It was... interesting, to say the least.
Tell truth, Chesai held some sort of strange fascination for the snow; it didn't make her feel cold in the least. In fact, that much was obvious by the clothes she wore, the ribbons of her dress falling freely against her partially bare legs, her shoeless feet having left indentations in the otherwise unharmed snow. It was winter, and yet the girl seemed dressed as if it were spring; not only hat, but her flushed cheeks seemed to signal she was in fact not suffering due to this, and was for some odd reason, quite warm.
Finally, she seemed content with whatever she had been doing and stood up to admire her work; there, drawn into the snow was the picture of a bird, with spread wings, and a long tail, flying freely. Or at least, she HOPED it looked like that, because tell truth, she'd come to note she wasn't the best of artists. She'd attempted to draw a dragon that morning using Lunden's crayons, and when Shinzu had seen it, he'd said something keen to 'Why is that cat dancing on one leg? ... and why does it have demon wings?' and thus she'd abandoned her attempt to draw.
Tilting her head to one side, the girl rolled her eyes slightly; she had to admit her phoenix in the snow looked more like a flying pig. Alas. It'd been interesting... the snow melted at her touch. It was amusing. It'd been worth the trip to the park, she decided. Raja Fresh air was supposed to be good for children, or at least for the normal person in general. That was the basis for todays trip out in the cold. Well and the fact Phace had started howling like the world was about to end when Revon had decided to play that game. For the sake of saving them all a headache the red-head had quickly tugged a jacket into the boy's form, add a scarf and a blanket to the mix and you had a safely bundled baby. Well, it looked that way anyway.
As soon as the door had shut out the noise of the game Phace had quieted to only an annoyed scowl as if some horrible act had occured. Ears flattened against his head as if he'd been wronged and scolded for it. It was all the teacher could assume as the boy didn't speak yet, aside from the occaisional garble of noises and of course the most clear form of communication. Screaming. Oh yes, he got the idea from that particular reaction very quickly. No dancing games for Revon unless he kept the volume very low. They didn't need more screeching at home. It was a small enough living area without the group being remindered of it. It didn't help that Haruki had the great knowledge that before long a dragon would just so happen to be joining them.
Perhaps he could arrange to have it stay in the main building at most times. He knew that Revon was to get a black dragon and the nature they tended to hold. Not exactly what you wanted hanging around an infant.
It had been long enough since leaving the horrible sound that made the rules, those little chiming voices, start babbling about laws and such things that the young boy couldn't understand like crazy. The noise had seemed deafening to him and he'd wanted it to stop, to drown it out. Of course he'd taken the classic child's way out. Screaming fixed many problems and once more had proven to fix things. For now the world was quiet, the voices had hushed, and he need only watch the light reflect off the crystalized water. A pretty world to behold, a near silent one no less. Only the sound of the red-head's footsteps broke the quiet, that and the hum of an occasional passing car. Nothing to upset the balance. Nothing to bring joy, nothing to diminish it. Neutrality in itself was a form of borderline bliss.
Though it didn't last so long, for the world only left one in a state so long. The child had only begun to n** at one corner of the blanket in slight boredome when curiosity presented itself. A girl, yet not. The baby blinked trying to adjust to the odd vision before him. It almost felt like a buildup of energy whirled about the girl, yet it wasn't so much a feeling as a sight. A balance to it, yet not. Then the blanket shifted too close to the boy's eye and he cosed one, the pale light that seemed to envelope the girl vanishing with it. just a normal child again. Then reopening and it was back. Curious indeed.
Or perhaps just interesting. He wanted to understand it, because this one was different than the music box, named Revon, and the red-haired man who frowned a lot. Neither of them had an aura. So with a triumphant call he managed to free one arm enough to reach out in the direction a the startlingly dressed girl. That just might work.
Haruki hadn't paid much attention to the girl behind a mental note that she'd catch her death until Phace's reaction. Why was he interested in her? If she'd been singing perhaps, but aside from the child's exclaimation little broke the still snowy wonderland's spell. Still, it did serve to explain something new about the boy? Perhaps he had a fascination with colorful things..? That, or perhaps it was simply she was the only thise within twenty feet of them that wasn't a stark white or muted gray. It was really a tossup.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:31 pm
What's this? It appears your Legend has been kidnapped!
They're nowhere to be found, but there is a note left behind-
Your child will be returned to you when our examination is through.
We approximate 24 hours to be the time necessary.
To find out what's happening in this metaplot piece and RP your Legend's part, please click here.PS- 24 hours ic time, from their kidnapping to their return. The time to RP it out will depend on the group.
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