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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 4:12 pm
7:00 AM, District 115 [Rubix], Livesound
The dark shadow that lingered over the city slowly warmed to a deep grey at the first signs of morning. Although it was still not enough to clear the plane of the everlasting darkness it rested it Zephir still found it a treat. He knew there were other, brighter, planes he could take up residence in -- but he wasn't exactly free to come and go as he chose. At least, that's what he told himself.
Gently, the Aerodactyl crept out of bed. He was doing his best to not disturb the small figure sharing the other part of the bed. When the child stirred he paused, then moved again once she had settled down. She wasn't really a child, at least, not in the living sense. Her never changing state, the light haze around her figure, and the inability of most others to see her was very common for the lingering dead. For the space of a month this small child had made his home hers, ever reluctant to pass on. Hearing heavy footsteps in the other part of the house Zephir was reminded that she wasn't the only one taking up residence in his home. With a soft sigh the male stepped off to prepare for the day.
As he did so, he wondered at his ill fate -- or luck would it be? -- that he was so haunted by the dead. Was there something in his blood to merit his heightened senses? Something about him that bid them to come to him? He didn't know, but he had tried to make the best of it. Most of the time, he had nothing to fear about the strangeness. In fact, it had become his norm. However, there were those frightening times and instances in which we would rather he had nothing sort of this power altogether. Luckily, those were few and far inbetween -- or had become so with the recent additions in his home.
"Good morning." Zephir said, greeting the burly cook in the kitchen who gave a grunt in reply. Reserved as ever. It made the Aerodactyl smile. At the cat rubbing at his leg Zephir bent to pet it, only to watch it scamper off with a purr to greet the girl who he had left sleeping not long ago. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, and fished for something in his pocket when she nodded before drawing out a piece of paper. "Do you remember this flower?"
Curious, she picked up the cat and drew closer. Getting a better look at it she nodded again. "I think this flower exists, but not here. I think I can find it." His resolve grew at the shock on her face. "It might take me a while so I won't come home for a bit." He added softly. "Will you be alright?"
The girl hesitated with her reply, clutching the cat. Finally she gave a small nod. Just then the cook lumbered over and set his hand on the child's head and she looked up to him, then back to the Aerodactyl.
Zephir was relieved. "So then, you won't be alone." He stood, looking to the much larger ghost. "Take care of her." Stuffing the paper in his pocket once more he donned a jacket, wandering into the brightly lit streets.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:47 pm
Lark paused in the street, and closed her eyes a moment, feeling a slight tremor in the ground that was a singing stone, somewhere far away. She could faintly make out a beat through the soles of her feet before reality snapped her back as someone banged open a door, or a window, somewhere nearby. She flinched.
Moving again Larkspur headed in the direction of the nearest anchor up to Hywind, which was currently in the area. She stuck her hand in the random shafts of light form the skylights int he ground here or there. She missed Livesound, somewhat, but it wasn't home anymore. The dim scared her, the eternal clouds. The noise of crowds.
None of it had sat well with her, since her accident. She was thankful for her newer home in Hywind, despite the oddities the building she'd made her place in presented her. It was ok, that sometimes something wasn't where she had left it. She wasn't sure if she has simply forgotten, or her imagination was messing with her. She couldn't be certain. She was... not how she had been before.
She glanced back the way she had come as she walked. It was still nice to visit those who had been friends, who had sent her to her new life with well wishes. They had found her her new place, and she was visiting them one last time. Those who had lived in Hywind longer than she were saying it would be moving on soon, so she had come to say one last farewell, and get well wishes, until Hywind came here again, or one sought her out in the skies. It had been a long night, the gang were knocked out from the party.
Party hard had been their motto, she couldn't anymore. Lark slipped away into the morning hours after leaving them a final gift of flowers as a goodbye, to see when they woke.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:44 pm
The Aerodactyl let his eyes wander, a grim frown on his face. The district was teaming with Pokemon eager to get to Hywind's Windlift. A shiver ran over him at a sudden chill and he drew his jacket tighter around him, glancing about again. The morning wasn't particularly cold but the halting breeze derived from creatures lurking in the darkness chilled him. Seeing as the crowds continued on boisterously without disturbance he was the only one to notice. Nigh an hour after his departure, and after key transfers from lightrails, he finally came to the train station. The wait in line for his ticket was incredibly long, but he succumbed to the entertainment of a free handout magazine with Hywind advertizements to pass the time. Battling groups, enlightenment seekers, temples...
"Ah...!" At the back of the magazine where the smaller advertizements were listed the image of the flower he was on this journey for, and a quaint looking flower shop caught his eye. Honestly, he hadn't known where he would start looking. Zephir figured he would just ask around and hopefully obtain the knowledge he needed. However, this chance discovery was much better than an extensive search.
After finally buying his ticket the Aerodactyl purchased a map of Hywind and boarding the Mach Rail. Again, he would have to endure a long wait. At the very least the seating was comfortable, the amenities pleasant, and the service top notch. One hour, two hours, three hours..... Awaking from his nap to the sound of the intercom announcing that the Mach Rail would soon reach Hywind's Windlift Zephir blinked and looked out the window -- he smiled.
It was an amazing sight. Hywind's massive anchors had broken effortlessly through the dense clouds above, digging themselves into the open ground. From the breach, shafts of light rained down on the district. Even without being yet back in the city the Aerodactyl could tell by the show of lights and the sound of excited crowds that Hywind's anchoring was being well celebrated. And the Skylights... So many more of them seeped out from the ground and he watched in amazement as they dissolved, at the touch of light, into glittery particles that descended back onto the city. It was almost like watching a firework show. Marina, his adoptive ghost charge, the child he had left at home, would have loved to see it, he thought. It was impossible to persuade her to leave the house, however, and such splendor would be impossible to properly duplicate with technology. Still, for her sake, he would try.
Stepping off the now halted Mach Rail he stopped, his breath catching. For a moment he closed his eyes, standing in awe at the warm breeze that brushed over him. It smelled sweet, wild even, giving him an odd sense of nostalgia he couldn't explain. Simultaneously, his spirit quickened and his heart beat faster with longing. He wanted to get closer to this place. Unfurling his wings Zephir took to the skies with a powerful bolt, each thrust propelling him higher and higher. He soared through the shafts of lights and their exploding Skylights, catching the Windlift's tail winds for a more effortless journey. Living in the cramped city he scarcely ever ventured to fly. There simply were too many obstacles in the way. So, although he found himself tiring from the effort, it was thrilling nonetheless.
An urgency imbedded deep inside of him pressed him on and he flew higher with all his might, breaking through Livesound's dense cloud cover, up into a brilliantly colored sky. So accustomed to the darkness, it was all so bright that he had to quint, shielding his eyes. Once he was able look openly he gazed in wonder. Above the cloud of darkness was a sky of morning, star like energies sparkling across it. And there, in the center of it all, was Hywind.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:26 pm
Lark paused, where the world of Livesound brightened with the anchor of Hywind.
The light, and the plays of the lights felt like new beginnings and hope and bright fuzzy things. With a smile she folded her legs beneath herself as a cloud condensed below her, lifting her into the sky. She didn't have wings, but she could still fly. She crossed her arms, having found somehow it kept her more stable. Glancing around as she rose she watch various others flying up to Hywind, like it was some mecca to visit, and a few going down.
She didn't land on the streets when she broke above the clouds, and instead kept to her floating manner of flight until she reached the building with her shop. With a sight she landed, the cloud diffusing from below her. She looked down, through the slightly transparent street into the clouds below. Closing her eyes tightly she turned away and unlocked the door, going inside and flipping the sign to open behind her.
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