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 Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:08 pm
It was particularly odd, being summoned by the Goddess who watch over those with yellow hearts - she herself had one that mainly beat red, sometimes catching a flicker of yellow. Ruin flowed through her core though, so when other Goddesses had contacted her, she couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow.
But she wouldn't refuse the ethereal being, and with a quick look over at the bag, scissors and key, wondering what kind of usefulness something as simple as these items could do to assist her in retrieving a heart.
A heart even . . . ?
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:56 pm
She had taken a fair amount of time to consider what door she would take, her eyes flickering between the three of them, holding the scissors in her hands like a make shift weapon, her knuckles lightly bruised by her worlds of battle she had already put herself through. She would not go in without a back up plan, nor would she leave empty-handed.
Walking towards the middle door - she had picked it partially out of whim, but another part of her had been this deep seeded feeling that there was something calming. Familiar. It didn't help that it bore the same mark as her chestline, which just made it even more enticing. As she came close to the bow of the frame, voices started to nag at her, whispering so many things that she could barely understand it, but all of them just felt so . . . homely. Something so warm and loved - a name starting to peel out from over them all.
Lifen?
What an strange name - foreign and soft. Nothing like the bloody knuckled girl that was thrusted through the doorway in to the darkness, eyes sun-blinded by the bright lights and nearly permanent bodies that inflicted her vision.
It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for though, the sharp edge of the crate nearly taking her a**-over-tea kettle, the softest of an "eek" sound coming from her throat as she tried to right herself over again, feeling the edges of the box in front of her, before finally taking a full look.
When had she closed her eyes?
It pulsed with an almost calming sound, making her feel as if it had been with her all along. Feelings washed over her as she worked through the layers of the initial covering, going to extract the heart, she couldn't help but have a feeling, a memory, a heart warming delight at the recognition. She knew who this was, how could she have forgotten.
This was her fù qīn, her father. The great and powerful Hua Wen. She didn't need words to create the memory, she knew that she was seeing him when he was younger, a less experienced father, but still proud as is.
Black hair pulled back in a playful ponytail and beautiful colours hung on his shoulders - a man of the music and arts. She followed in his steps from the day she could put one foot in front of the other, and it never changed, no matter how old she became, rebellion, friendship, anger. This is a smile that started it all.
But it was a faith and flickering memory, one that made her stop, only for a moment so she could experience it flush over her, before it was over. Gone with the final snips of the scissors, a pain clenching her red heart, making her feel like she had separated from something she could potentially never see again.
She couldn't recall why that was, though.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:12 pm
It felt like Finale had been walking forever, holding the faintly sunlit heart in the bag, clutched toward her own red center, that, rarely, pulsed a soft yellow back to it, as if it thought that with it's own pulsation, the heart would start a new again. She had been wandering for a while, before she felt a wall as she continued her walk, soft hands going to press against it, the pliable texture making her real back a bit, before she noticed that she had found her way in to what appeared to be a liquid state room.
It felt, odd, almost gross.
The further went, the more unnerved she felt about being so far in the water, the one pulse, one solid set of alternate colours now a flicker, if anything, against the liquid that was now cresting around her shoulders, nearing her neck, starting to submerse the glowing red circle on her throat.
She, also, had not paid attention to what had been behind her, a sudden wailing, slow and gravelly started to creep up behind her, pleading her for the very thing she had come for. In an attempt to rush further, away from the now growing voice, Finale found herself trying to scramble around for an exit, before a pair of cold hands suddenly thrusted against her, pushing her, and the heart she held, under the water.
Finale wanted to scream, the water starting to seep in to everywhere, her lungs burning from the struggle for air, but her arms still successfully holding her package, the warm yellow still slowly radiating.
This couldn't be her fù qīn, the man who raised her - the memories of a smiling face and laughing voice filling her again along-side the fear and growing desperation that was overwhelming him. Dancing alongside him, learning the secrets to dancing, watching him entertain those who came from other clans to watch the master at work.
Her senses were starting to over-react, and in a panic, she did the only thing she could think of.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:22 pm
Turning the scissors in, she jammed it in to his throat as fast as she could, feeling the scream ripple through the water as the visage of her father lost it's strength on both herself, and it's form, disappearing in to nothingness.
Gasps and silent screams of fear were replaced with coughing and sputtering, the dark, vicious liquid that threatened her before started to drain from her lungs, making her tired and sluggish. Guilt also washed over her greatly, knowing that she had done that to someone she had revered all her life, every waking moment as a child.
How she would live with herself - she was not sure. But the Goddesses desired it. They were right, apparently, and they needed the heart. For what, she was still unsure, but she allowed the spattering of trust show up in her heart, which flickered yellow once again, as she trudged away, holding her loot so close to her, it affected her red colouration even further.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:04 am
Journey 1
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Journey 2
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:09 am
She awoke to a white silence, her eyes stealing glances everywhere as she attempted to understand where she had found herself. All that came back to her was a clean nothing-ness, unsettling and foreign, which made her panic a little, standing as fast as she could, trying to find a way to escape. She would not stay here, it was not safe.
Catching sight of a small door, she decided to rush through it, a unsettling feeling reaching in to her heart and making her panic. It was unforgetable, almost like a keening ache that made her want to fly, like a deer into the brush.
Turning her head, she heard it suddenly, a thudding, almost liken to her own heart-beat, an erratic foot-fall, the scraping of metal on metal as it slowly snapped the scissors open and close, an omnious movement.
Everything she had in her told her to run.
With a stumbling step, she did.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 35/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:11 am
Finale couldn't think straight.
She paniced, her body going in to fight or flight mode, her legs feeling strange from the adrenaline of the chase, eyebrows raised high. She was scared - and it knew it. She had to get out.
A rogue memory hit her - she and another, dancing. It seemed so light and happy, words that were just too far away from her to recognize, a loving reaction, a falter, which was reprimanded, but with affection. It made her feel both sick and nostalgic at the same time.
Shaking her head, she continued, hoping something would come of this.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 30/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:11 am
In her hurry, she saw it. As bright as day, the paper fluttered in her view, adorned by lettering in the most crimson red - it almost out-shone her own red heart.
Looking behind her, she took a moment to check out how far the creature was from her, before taking a b-line towards the paper, picking it up in a hurry. The paper, though, was just as confusing as the whole situation, and she took a breath's moment to try and read it - to no avail. She had no more time to look it over, and standing straight again, she started her run.
She would take it with her.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 25/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:12 am
In her moment, she hadn't noticed the creature had come closer, making Finale feel frantic again, fraying at the edges and starting to panic all over again, holding the paper for dear luck.
Starting a dead run once again to attempt to gain some ground, she felt her ankle twist again, and down she went in a flurry of fabric and a squeak.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 20/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:13 am
Her feet felt so heavy, body heaving from the panic and run.
She tripped, again, but kept running.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 15/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:14 am
She stared at the piece of paper again. There had to be something to do with the door, but she was at a loss. It was just a piece of paper . . . it wasn't the answer to life.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 10/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:14 am
Who's blood was it anyways? It worried her, but she couldn't do anything further than try to find an exit. She was starting to feel the bated breath of the creature on her throat, unable to run further than she could will her body to.
[ Step 1 ]
[ Distance: 5/40 ]
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:16 am
She had no more time. It was as if she had been set up, and now she was the victim. The predator had it's prey, cornered and without assistance. Even now, she wished she had the scythe that she had found during this story - she would have hacked it's legs off by now. Even attempting to swipe at it made her body ache.
A weight pressed on her body, and she just about felt the sound of the scissors opening up again, straining against the strength of the creature. She was at her weakest - there was nothing she could do.
As she felt the strings start to snap, a memory took her away from all of this, trying to end her pain - the same memory, one of a father's love - unlike the monster that was now over her - teaching her the ways of the Artisan. So what if it may not have been her memory, she kept it, holding it in until she felt no more.
Game Over.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 4:47 pm
Journey 2
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Journey 3
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:57 pm
A new goddess, a different coloured heart.
She was hesitant to meet face to face with this Goddess, secretly wondering how she tied in, and where she had come from. Sure there were further Goddess taht could be in the unexplainable, but . . . it was almost unnerving to know that they were there, past the veil of the unknown.
Regardless, she allowed the little Goddess to fuss around her, buzzing around with her tray and words, every one of them both chipper and a little . . . edged. She decided to forgo the scrutiny on that one, seeing as all the Goddesses seemed have little quirks.
"You honour me with your offer." She stated, giving the Goddess a little bow, before stepping through the portal, a small kink of anticipation and fret in her heart. Every time she came to a junction like this, something would happen, and she would remember only the feeling that remained.
What she got though, was something she never expected, her eyebrows raising a little as she regarded the table in front of her, the Jars, looking them over - as if mulling on what she wished to do. It was almost no reason to hesitate - she wanted a content feeling, the pink jar calling her name almost as she gave it a hesitant little smile.
Sipping the contents slowly, she felt warm. Happy. A feeling that she felt she had not enjoyed in such a long time - almost a euphoria. Sighing outwards, she looked down at the table, a little confused about the sudden change - cakes and cookies showing up in front of her, flecked by the table's design and the cold, soft stuff falling from the sky.
With a small hesitation, she attempted the cake, almost gasping at how rich it was. The taste was almost outer-worldly, and an instant desire for something warm, looking towards the gold cup. . .
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