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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 5:59 am
The statue was gone?
No, Breuse realized. It had moved. He wasn't really sure why it was surprised, because it was a goddess they were talking about, after all. Perhaps it was because he could remember his very first memories clearly, and those statues had not moved an inch when so many of them had been crowded in the same room. Why now? There had to be a reason to this, right?
He stepped closer and she handed him a bag, along with a key. He was particularly drawn to the key momentarily, for some reason, but chose to focus on her words instead.
Breuse dutifully followed her words but all he got was confusion. "Uh, there isn't anything in here..."
Parts? A heart? He only stared blankly as she handed him a pair of scissors. "Um, why not?" He was a tiny bit unsettled at the notion of something not needing their hearts, but if the goddess decreed it...
He shrugged and made his way to where he was to go, and faced three doors. Did it matter which one he chose? He wondered, and opened the second one.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:56 am
It was so strange.
He heard voices, even saw their silhouettes, as strange memories filtered through his mind. They were all saying one word, Erebus, Erebus, Erebus, but he had never heard that name before, never met anyone with a name like that. Why was he hearing this? Did it have something to do with those crystals, and the fragmented words and names it uttered into his ear, however foreign they all seemed to be? His mind felt as though it was getting filled up by static, because Breuse could not understand, could not make any sense of it all.
And yet he forced himself to walk on, and the strange illusions slowly faded away as he took each step.
He was ragged of breath when the door closed behind him, inhaling shuddering gasps of air. It took him a while to realize that he couldn't hear his own breathing, and couldn't see properly either. Slowly, his hands stretched themselves out, and each step was taken slowly and measuredly, making sure he didn't fall.
And yet, as he took another step forward, his foot found an obstacle he hadn't expected, a dull thud echoing through the room as a result of his accidental kick. Breuse winced; his foot hurt a little from that, though he bent down slowly to feel exactly how large this obstacle was.
... It was pretty huge. He realized. A box. It wasn't even a proper box, because there was something protruding out of it, and Breuse's fingers closed around it without even thinking.
It wasn't something he could grab onto, however, as another dull thud proclaimed his clumsiness. He almost sighed, but a strange noise interrupted him.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He drew closer with apprehension, his own heart thudding in his chest, and stared down into the box, realizing that the glowing yellow thing that was the source of the sound had to be what he was looking for. What the Goddess had asked him to get. --Ah, so that was what the scissors was for!
It had been in his palm all this time, and Breuse took a deep breath before he lowered his hands in and snipped away the pieces of fabric and string that were obstructing the heart. It took a steady hand, and patience, as his hands sometimes shook in apprehension.
Especially when he made the first cut, and someone whispered a name.
Tomoko. Yet another strange name he did not know. How many would he hear and what did they all mean? And more importantly, who were they?
But finally, finally. He was done, and Breuse wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead.
No, wait. He wasn't quite done yet.
More deep and steady breaths were inhaled, and exhaled, before he calmed his own heart. When Breuse was sure that his hands were steady enough for this crucial part, he dipped them in and pulled it out.
... It stopped. Well, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. It would be stranger if it had continued pulsing in his hand, wouldn't it--
He had opened the door to his dorm room, and found a post-it right on his chest.
And the culprit behind it was a really really cute kitsune girl. His heartbeat quickened, and he could have sworn that his face was turning red. In a moment of panic, he shifted his attention to the note, plucking it off and reading what was on it.
'You seem to be well informed and handle group behaviour well'.
"U-uh, thanks? That's... really nice of you."
She looked at him, a shy smile gracing her lips.
"t-thank you..." she whispered, ears perking up ever so slightly. "I....wasn't sure what else to put on there." She looked down at the pile of post its she'd sent flying in her sudden panic and her ears drooped, a frown coming back.
"....Ouuuu... I seem to have...." she scratched the side of her head gently. "Made a mess....oops...."
She bent down, setting a ball of stars down gently to start picking up the notes she'd sent flying everywhere.
"I tried to write one for everybody, but when I got to your door I panicked trying to remember why I'd written what I had for you..."
I'm not very social, he had said. You probably haven't really seen me around.
And so he introduced himself, and they had talked, and she had shown him something, a bright flash, which caused her to wobble on her feet.
He moved, instinctively to grab her and make sure she was alright, and then realized that he felt something incredibly warm with this unintended close contact...[X]
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:16 am
With his task completed, he turned, intending to head back to the entrance. Was it just him, he wondered; his head feeling lighter as though it was swirling with mist, or did the floor seemed different than before? It certainly seemed a little more... slippery...
But his thoughts were focused on that girl with the perked ears and the tails and the ball of stars. Who was sh--
It sounded like wet footsteps.
He stopped and turned around. It certainly wasn't him. Right?
The strange noise stopped, and he walked on, quickening his steps, though he realized it seemed as though he was walking into water, and then--
"P...please give it back?" It was soft, gentle voice, filled with fright. One that sounded awfully familiar, and he felt his own heart constrict, and looked back again.
Nothing. He gritted his teeth and walked on, fighting the water building up against him, but it rose, from his feet to his waist, to his chest, to his neck, and he found himself unable to move forward, despite how hard he tried struggling.
The only way forward was now backwards.
"P-please give me back my-" He took a step backwards, and turned around at the same time, but it didn't matter. Two hands closed around him, small cold hands, pushing him down with surprising strength. Breuse kicked, flailed, but could not fight against it, could not do anything as it pushed it down, and the girl he had seen earlier when he plucked that heart out was staring down at him.
Her eyes were gray, cold and lifeless, so unlike those bright ones filled with innocence he had remembered. But what was truly frightening was the expression upon her lovely small face, distorted by a sunken snarl. "Give me back my heart."
"It's her." He thinks. He doesn't know how he knows and what exactly he means by her is utterly indescribable, but he knows it, as this distorted image of her pushes him down--
"Tomoko, are you..." He took in a deep breath. "Are you happy?"
It seemed as though he was quite pensive, at this very moment. "I haven't really been a good prom date, after all..." Come to think of it, they hadn't ridden any rides, or won each other any prizes. "......Do you want this last dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.
Maybe he had said he wasn't a terribly good dancer, and maybe he had balked at slow dancing, but when he thought about it, it was better than wiggling his arms and legs awkwardly to a fast song.
It was the least he could do for Tomoko, after all.
"Why wouldn't I be happy? I've been having a really good time this year." She asked, smiling that innocent, dazzling smile that only Tomoko could.
"A dance?"
"I'd love to dance with you, Erebus." She smiled, offering him her hand.
It had meant the world to him. He didn't know why he even harbored any doubt that Tomoko would be happy; who would even find it in themselves to make such a sweet ghoul sad, after all? And yet, he found a sigh rising up from the back of his throat, but forced it back with a smile and took her hand.
Wordlessly, he brought her out on the dance floor and put his other hand on her waist gently. He couldn't find it in himself to talk, or even really think properly. His mind, and his chest too, for some reason, seemed to be swirling in such confusion that he couldn't make head or tails of, and the boil simply closed his eyes, and rested his forehead on hers as they swayed to the music.
And he hoped that was enough to make her happy, for that very moment. [X]
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:25 am
He didn't know what to do.
He stared up into those lifeless eyes, that sunken corpse of a girl whom he cared for deeply, and whom he would do anything for... These sudden memories, and the strong emotions that accompanied it were simply overwhelming, and Breuse hated it, because there was only one option out of this.
It's either me or you. He thinks. But he would have protected her with his own life, even died for her, he was sure.
But, that had been for the girl that smiled at him. The girl that put a post-it note on his chest, the girl who accidentally blinded herself as she tried to show him something, the girl who talked to him and accepted him with a kind gaze, the girl who saw past all his flaws and was okay with him and he didn't know why he deserved that and--
This person he was staring at was not her. Not by a long shot.
He closed his eyes, and readied his hand. I'm sorry.
She shrieked as the scissors jabbed into her, and his heart stopped at the sound. The weight disappeared from him, the water receded, and he found himself choking, unsure if the water on his face were tears or from the strange flood that had almost claimed him.
Light began to pour in and Breuse stumbled to the door, still clutching the stolen heart to his chest. With a heavy sigh, he looked back once more, and a lump formed in his throat.
She was there, staring at him sadly, the scissors clutched in her grasp.
He felt himself utterly drained as he finally left that accursed room.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:21 pm
Task 2
It had seemed safe, at least. Bright as hell, but it was empty and safe.
And yet, he found himself moving forward to the door in curiosity. Thankfully, it was unlocked. As safe as it was, he didn't want to be trapped in there.
He took a few tentative steps forward, and suddenly, a door slammed.
Breuse turned, an eyebrow raising as he noted the door behind him. It was still open, just like how he had left it.
...Not exactly, however. The table was gone.
He sighed and continued walking forward. At least it seemed like there was an exit up ahead, though it was quite a distance away.
Thud.
There was nothing behind him.
Thud.
...He stared, breath catching for a few seconds. Where had it come from? For a moment, he stood there, paralyzed as it moved closer until something snapped in his brain.
Breuse RAN.
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:25 pm
Distance: 50-5=45
He ran, skidding to a halt at a door, and pushed at it frantically.
It did not open.
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:28 pm
Distance: 45-5=40
He looked about, trying to find some clue as to what the code to the door was.
All he saw was a piece of paper which read A=0, B=1, C=2.
What the hell did it mean?
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:29 pm
Distance: 40-5=35
He really wasn't sure what the paper meant. At. All.
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:31 pm
Distance: 35-5=30
Panic. Rising.
His vision blurred.
He was standing there, waiting.
He didn't even know who he was waiting for. Who was the she Thack had mentioned? He hadn't even wanted to go tor prom.
He sighed, and then, suddenly...
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me!" She beamed up at him and threw him into confusion.
"Beginning to.... think..." The figure behind him intoned, breaking him out of his reverie. "Forgot... me..."
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:32 pm
Distance: 30-5=25
The paper had to mean something, right?
Right?
But he couldn't figure it out at all.
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:33 pm
Distance: 25-5=20
And then finally, he spotted a red-stained paper, and he understood.
Entering the code into the pad, the door slid open, and Breuse ran through.
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:35 pm
He ran, ran through the trees. Anything to get away from the creature chasing him. Why was it even chasing him?
"I will get back my heart." It whispered. "And I will take yours from you."
He skidded to a halt at the bridge, and chancing a glance behind, found that the figure was still on his tail. No time to think, he began to cross it, despite how dangerous it looked.
In the midst of his escape, the wind blew, causing him to halt in his steps and clutch the ropes, waiting for it to steady. It probably wasn't the wisest move when it was still behind him, and claws dug into his shoulder, and something sharp was at his back...
He ran.
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Melodine Cantus rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:37 pm
He stopped. It was a dead end. There was nothing except the House before him. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
He looked behind. It was getting closer.
The dagger in his hand glowed, and he remembered what the Goddess of Ruin said. Now or Never.
Something had happened. He had remembered something, and it was awful, and it killed him inside.
He swallowed, but the lump in his throat remained, and so did the hot tears at the corner of his eyes. "At least you're real." He whispered to Tomoko, grasping her hand and pulling him into his arms as he choked back sobs. "At least you're real."
Someone before him spoke, someone clothed in purple, and he raised his head to stare at the illusion and his heart hurt once again. "But he's not."
"Of course I am. So are you." She whispered, leaning into his arms.
"Erebus." Her voice whispered. "Erebus..."
It lunged at him with the scissors, and he had no choice, eyes squeezed shut and dagger pointed in her direction. It sank into flesh, and his eyes slowly opened to see it buried right in its chest, and fell over, disappearing as it hit the floor.
The dagger glowed ominously up at him, and he picked it up, hearing a creak of a door as he did so.
Finally, he could leave this place.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:00 am
Task 3
"Hi." He said, smiling tentatively at the Goddess. At least this one seemed friendly? And there were cookies too! "Thanks!" As he munched on the cookie offered, he listened to her words. Experiencing emotions? Tea party? Huh?
Breuse looked entirely befuddled as he walked forward into the room. It certainly was nice in here, and he let himself soak in the ambiance, listening to the music chiming around him. But what was important was the jars on the table right?
He reached out for the pink jar, because it felt nice. Drinking it gave him a warm sense of happiness too, and when the snacks appeared on the table, Breuse only grinned and decided to try the cake.
"Wow." He gasped, after just one bite. It overwhelmed his mind with euphoria, and immediately, he reached out for the colorful tea cup dotted with hearts.
He is looking down at a girl, with kind eyes and long pale fluffy tails, with ears to match. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me!" She says, beaming up at him, five balls of fire hovering around her. He feels himself getting flustered almost immediately. Forget?
"Forgot? About you? Of course I wouldn't!" How could he ever forget about her? Never. He would never forgive himself if he ever forgot about her, because she was sweet and kind and... oh right. "So uh... where's your prom date?"
She stares up at him, ears drooping as she slowly lifts a finger to point at him. "Did Thackkun not pass on my answer? I mean, I seemed to always miss you after I got your card under my door he told me he'd pass on my answer to you if he saw you first........"
He stares blankly down at her finger, and then slowly points to himself as well. "Me? But I... didn't... what--"
Thackkun. Thack. Thackery. His brother.
"Oh." He mutters softly to himself, cheeks slowly reddening. "Oh. Thack. So that's what he meant by... oh." His hands are starting to sweat nervously and he wonders if he can wipe them on his cloak. "I uh..." He swallows down a lump in his throat, and smiles sheepishly at her. "I... think Thack, uh..., set us up." He has no idea why his brother has done this, of all things, but.. "I mean, not that I didn't want to ask you to prom or anything because I would have but I thought that someone else would probably ask you first and yeah I really thought that would happen and you know I'm not really a party person and..." Man, he is babbling and it sounds really bad. He stops to take a deep breath. No, one more. No, maybe two-- It is then when he realizes how distressed she looks.
"I mean, I honestly didn't know that I was going to prom with you, but I..." Another deep breath, "Would really be honored to be your prom date." He confesses softly, holds out his arm.
"Why would I have someone else asking me?" she asks. "I mean..most of the people I know are either in relationships or they go solo."
'Because you had a prom date the last time we were at prom.' He thinks, but nothing matters because her ears have perked up again and she has taken his arm with a smile.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:09 am
He jerked out of his reverie, gasping.
It certainly had been a nice memory. But all that was left was a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and the teapot sitting innocently on the table. Breuse took in a few ragged breaths before he flipped through the contents of the book. Memories. And this was only one of them.
He felt himself sinking to the ground, holding his head. He had forgotten. He had forgotten about her. He had forgotten about so many other things, hadn't he?
He turned, and he saw more teapots. His fists clenched at his side, trembling. Why had he forgotten? How had he forgotten? Just... why...
"I need to remember." Breuse whispered, and readied his teacup for more.
Tea Log: Ganximei // Reckless |Igny // Cherished | Rika // Loving
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