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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:46 am
Marati was, strangely, a little disappointed when the bag she was given proved to be empty. But no matter - it seemed that the Goddess was willing to help, and that was worth more to her than anything. The Goddess, her master and saviour, was taking time out of her busy schedule to help her, a lowly thing. Joy spread through her and she eagerly took the offered scissors. All she had to do was go to a lab and get a heart. Didn't seem too difficult right off the bat!
The yellow hearted creature only nodded, unable to find the words she was looking for, and moved off towards the doorway she was guided to. The rest of the details seemed fuzzy or unimportant. The too-trusting shadow didn't have any warning bells to ring.
The first doorway proved to be only a hallway of sorts, leading to another three doors. Let's see...secret labs...secret labs... Each of the three doors had their time for inspection, and each of them were scrutinized. She didn't know what the door to the secret labs looked like, but she could hazard a guess:
The Third Door. The Yellow one. The colour of her heart from the blessing of her Goddess. Marati opened it, and stepped inside.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:32 pm
Her goddess commanded it, and so she would comply. She headed for the third door, the one singed with yellow, and as she stepped into it she heard a sound. A whisper from a voice that was both new and old. It whispered something she couldn't quite hear right away, but as she approached the hallway it became clearer:
Amrita.
Thud
Almost on cue, the name was accompanied by a pulsing thud. Naturally the name meant nothing and so she continued on, moving down the empty hallway, groping for anything to rest her hand against to guide her, or to perhaps help her figure out where she was. There was nothing, only darkness, the pulsing, and that whisper. A name she didn't recognize from a voice she wasn't sure about.
Amrita.
Thud.
Amrita.
Thud.
"Shush, there is no Amrita here I don't know who that is, but I assure you, she's not here." There was no promise to look for the owner of that particular name, and certainly the idea never crossed her mind. There was a reason she was here, and it wasn't for an Amrita. No, she was here for her goddess and her goddess alone. Marati continued to grope blindly in the darkness, and eventually she reached an end. No...not an end. There was something in front of her. Something was blocking her way, and without her sight to aid her she turned to her sense of touch to find her answers; whatever it was felt almost wooden, large and immovable. A push proved that to her; there was no way she could muscle it out of the way. Not alone, anyway.
The only option, it seemed, was to go over it. As she searched for a dent foothold or perhaps a lower place to pull herself onto, she realized there was something it's king out of the top. A shape that didn't seem to belong to the object she had already determined to be nothing more than a box. Without a second thought she grabbed it, holding it tight to keep it secure while her fingers pressed into the soft, pliable material from which it was made. The moment her fingers went around it though, she realized that the ever-present Thud noise stopped entirely. The regular beat that followed the whisper of a names ceased. The whispers stopped, at least for now.
Thump-thump.
A new noise started, one she instantly recognized as a heart beat. It was coming from the thing in the box, beating strong and proud. A heart. Her bag was empty, and she needed a heart. This thing had a heart. This reject, the failed thing the Goddess had spoke of. Surely it wouldn't need it's heart? It was a failure, but at least a part of it would go to good use ---
Marati lifted the scissors, plunging it into the chest of the creature in the box. How she knew where to aim was beyond her, but her aim hit true; it broke through the flesh and sternum, but stopped short of damaging anything. The moment the scissors broke the skin, the thing in the crate started to scream. It was a high pitched male voice, screaming at her to stop. It's pleas fell on deaf ears, just like the scratches to her skin went unfelt. She cut and pulled, tearing sinew and adipose tissue, muscle and bone, and soon had a clear view of what she wanted.
The creature was still screaming, pleading to this Amrita to stop.
Amrita didn't exist, and she needed that heart ---
She dropped the scissors then, reaching into the cavity, curling her fingers around the beating thing. With one quick hard pull it came free, and the creature fell into an eerie silence on the wings of a wet, slopping gurgle.
"Aww, but you'd make a great Mom!" Calder protested, appaled at the news. "Well---If you're sure, I guess you'll just have to help me raise mine! I want to have so many scarelings...I think Barth does, too. It'll be great, won't it? You, me, Barth, Christof...all happy together, in a manor by a river. The boils can trinket and you and I can play with the babies. It'll be fun!"
Despite herself, Amrita giggled.
"Yes...it would be." She agreed, snuggling against him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:37 pm
The Memory meant nothing to her...so why did it make her feel odd? Marati shook her head, refusing to think any further than that. After all - she needed to get this heart to her Goddess. It was important. It was for a gift. She managed to get around the crate and the mangled body within, the heart tucked safely away in the bag.
She continued on, always walking, looking for a way back to her Goddess and to her Gift.
The sloshing worried her, but in the long run it was nothing; She had a mission, and she was going to complete it.
Please give it back.
She turned, and there was nothing there. She looked again, still nothing. She turned--
Please give me back my----
Hnads grabbed her, forced her down, wrapped around her neck. A watery substance crashed over her face, flooding into her mouth and nose. Panic rose; she had to get out of this, or it was going to drown her---
GIVE ME BACK MY HEART!
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:40 pm
Calder's hands were around her throat, and betrayal filled her gaze - sure she was the one who cut his heart out, but she had to, didn't she? Her goddess needed it, she needed it - why couldn't he see that?! Marati struggled against the Kelpie's strong gaze, unnerved by the dead eyes that used to hold so much life and joy.
She couldn't die here. No, she had to live. She oculd come back for Calder, once she had answers. Her fingers closed tighter around the scissors as a resolve hit her, and in a moment she plunged them into the gaping chest cavity of the boil that was at one point her friend.
He shrieked and reared back, just enough for her to scramble away with her bag in tow; she ran, and didn't look back until she found the door. When she dared, she saw him again, looking at her forelornly...with the scissors in his hand.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:30 pm
.....// TASK 1 - END TASK 2 - START //....
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:31 pm
You cannot escape forever.
The voice made Marati turn, watching as the Goddess of Ruin took a step off of her pedastal. In another time, would she be the prey or the predator? Would she eat or be eaten? So far she had been doing the eating, so to speak. So far she had yet to be defeated, but if she were in another time, or perhaps another person, would that always be the same? As she pondered the idea she realized she was being given something: a small dagger.
...Wait, this was going to be her weapon? She had to survive...with this thing? Marati moved the blade in her hand, getting the feel for it and testing the edges. Well...it wasn't so bad, she supposed. It was only a little smaller than the Pain Spike she possessed prior to her sword. It would do. She would be okay.
"I am." Marati agreed, nodding to the Goddess' observation of her being ready. Under that watchful stare she moved forward, through the small opening and towards her fate.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:59 pm
Marati woke from a sleep she didn't remember starting. The sudden light of the room made her hiss more than the chilling cold of the table beneath her, and she wasted no time in getting off of it and onto her own feet. It was so quiet it hurt, the silence ringing in her ears and driving her towards her need to leave. Though it sounded like an easy thing to do, she was still so groggy and the general light in the room was even further disorienting, so her steps were shakey at best. Her determination had her stumbling towards a door, hoping that the other side would be darker.
She was disappointed to learn that it was just as bright as the room she had left.
A door slammed shut and she spun to find the source, unable to come up with one. The room remained the same as she had left it, and since she was unable to come up with an explanation, she simply shrugged it off and went back to seeking a way out. What seemed like hours passed and yet the scenery didn't change; the too-bright hallway remained too-bright, and there was nothing to break up the image to give her a sense of actual movement. What she had left never seemed to get further away, and the hallway ahead of her never seemed to end.
Thud.
Marati spun around, holding a hand over her glowing yellow heart.
Thud.
She moved in a full circle, looking for anything that could have caused the noise. Every direction produced a whole lot of nothing, until--- There was someone there. Staring at her with wide, empty eyes. Whatever it was had something in its hand - scissors? Rusted ones. It began to approach her and Marati did the first thing that came to mind: She ran.
Her feet thudded down the hallway, echoing in the shrill nothing, until she came across a door. Panic gripped her heart when she went to open it and found it locked, and once more when she realized it had a pass lock.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:01 pm
Okay. Calm down Marati. You can do this. Just think ---
She looked over her shoulder, seeing the thing was still at somewhat of a distance from her. Good, that gave her a little bit of time to find what she was looking for. Okay, just breathe. Just breathe. There was a password lock here, so it needed something to unlock. Perhaps someone left the answer around? It was possible, she was sure of it. So she began to search, surprised to come across a piece of paper to her left, one that stood out only because it was stained with something red.
A C E G
But what did it mean?!
She tried putting that in, but there was no option for letters. Damn. She had to keep searching.
Distance from ???: 35 feet
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Enoh Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:07 pm
She didn't have to look long to find the other sheet of paper; it was lying nearby as well, ready for the taking. Wasting no time in grabbing the paper, she was pleased to discover that it seemed to be some sort of legend. If A=0, B=1 and C=3, then...
0, 2, 4, 5
She plugged the number into the keypad, and was relieved to hear the door unlock. Her hand went on the door handle, throwing it open and continuing away, running from her persuer.
Distance from ???: 30 feet
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:19 pm
Her feet only stopped when the trees loomed around her, protecting her from the figure that insisted on following behind. This was a moment to catch her breath and look around, to perhaps spot another way out that would keep the creature from getting any closer. Yet, as she peeked through the trees...
There it was, steadily following in behind her.
Marati let out a groan and lept into a run again, snaking through the trees. Behind her she could hear the pitched, mocking beckon from the thing that perused her; Come back~ Don't leave me.... It said, sounding too innocent to be true. You have my heart...please give it back....
Or let me take yours.
A shiver ran through her, that feeling of dread pitting in the base of her stomach.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:20 pm
She didn't realize where she was until she was already there. A Bridge, spreading between one land to the next. It didn't look trustworthy, but after a brief glance behind her she knew she didn't have much of a choice. One leap later and she was on the rickety old thing, battling the wind and the rotten planks to avoid the steadily gaining figure behind her. The wind pushed and shoved, nearly toppling her on several occasions until, just before the end, it pushed her hard. She stumbled to the side, her foot breaking through a weak plank.
Stuck. Trapped between her salvation and her demise.
Weak. The figure whispered to her. Selfish.
Alone.
It was standing above her now, scissors poised.
"Don't worry." The figure cooed, reaching out with its empty hand to grab her hair, pulling it hard to keep her head steady. "It only hurts once." The Scissors sunk into her chest and twisted, tearing a sharp cry from her lips. Pain flooded her senses, deafening her to the telling snip that followed.
Suddenly, everything stopped hurting. Everything stopped moving. Her voice was gone, the silence was gone...
And, in the last few seconds of sight she had left, she realized her heart was gone too.
It beat, wilfully strong, as her world went dark.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:24 am
.....// TASK 2 - END TASK 3 - START //....
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:34 am
Little? Yes, she was little, when you compared her to a Goddess. She approached nonetheless, looking a little awkward at the offer to make herself at home; she really didn't have one, not unless you called the Ruins a home. How did you make yourself at home, again? Did you act differently, or the same? She couldn't remember. The offered cookie was taken and merely held, in awe that a Goddess would give her something at all, even if it is just a cookie.
"I--" She started, only to get cut off as an idea struck the Blue Goddess. Experiencing love? All those other lovely sounding (but sometimes uncomfortable sounding) emotions? As uncomfortable as she felt about it she had to admit she was intrigued. To feel anything at all would be a blessing.
Go on, the Goddess urged, and so Marati went.+++ Marati looked around the room, and then down at the jars. She could feel the emotions coming off of them in their own right - the loving joy of the Pink, the confused hurt of the blue. Yet, for some reason, it was the blue that had her attention. Was it because she had a lot of memories hidden deep down that reflected it? Like a kinship of sorts? Or perhaps was it because the blue was simply a nicer colour to her eyes? For whatever reason she took up the Blue Jar that emitted hurt, looking at the tag for only a moment to get the idea of what to do with it.
Drink me.
She complied, taking a swig of it. Why wouldn't she? This was clearly the will of the Goddes. Not her Goddess, but a Goddess all the same. She drank more, until it was empty, and as she sat it back down she felt something strange. A restlessness she hadn't felt for some time. The table in front of her spun and twisted, and the more it did the more agitated she felt. When the moving stopped there were three candies to choose from. She ate the cupcake, likely because it was the closest thing to her. It made her heart beat with a strange anxiety, and she found herself looking around for something to drink.
It was then she noticed them, and without much thought she reached for the White Tea Cup.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:31 pm
 Marati's Memory "Heyyy...you're not Amrita." The fox-eyed, very pink-haired demon that was squatting on her desk murmured in suspicion, poking her in the nose. She squeaked and flailed limbs that were much heavier than she remembered, eventually rubbing the spot he had poked her.
"A-ah! But..! But I am Amrita, Charlie!" She pleaded with a very unhappy whimper, somewhat upset that the young Demon didn't recognize her. Charlie continued to scrutinize her, perched on her desk and only inches from her wide-eyed, confusion-filled face.
"I...How? What?" The demon sounded as confused as he looked, and it only made Amrita, who had up until this point been very proud of herself, duck down lower in her seat. She sound see on his face just how he didn't believe her, how what she was trying to insist was thought to be a lie. The recognition from his eyes had gone, and she missed it. Did she really look that different? She had a new body now, yes, but ultimately they aimed to making her look as familiar as possible. Older, yes...but familiar. "Did you...get a growth spurt?"
Class was starting, and Amrita didn't get the chance to answer him.
"CHARLIE!" Amrita cried out after class had ended, trying to get his attention from the crowded hallway. The pink-haired young man did stop and look over his shoulder, only the briefest hint of recognition sparking in his eyes. He didn't wave like he used to, he didn't grin that stupid grin, or headbutt her, or grabbed her arm and dragged her somewhere to see or do something ridiculous.
"A-amrita." The disappointment in his voice was so clear it hurt. He just looked at his feet, his oversized boots scuffing the hall. "...What do you want, bro?" Bro. Just like he called everyone else. No 'hard head', that oddly endearing nickname he had given her after she had crashed into him head first. She didn't know what to do, but she didn't like this feeling. She wanted to run, but she had to explain. Charlie, her 'special friend' and probably the person closest to her save for Lizzy, didn't recognize her. Didn't trust her. She felt oddly betrayed and completely hurt.
"I...I'm sorry I b-bothered you...I j-just..." Her voice shook, on the verge of tears. "I j-just...wanted to s-say that I...I really am Amrita. It's just...M-mal and Chris built me a new body and---" She stammered, trying to explain to get him to understand, looking at the ceiling in case looking directly at him would make her cry.
He apologized, she vaguely remembered being headbutted, he murmured something about believing her...and yet that look never left his face. He said the right things, but he was too expressive to lie properly. She would never be the Amrita he knew or the Amrita he cared for, not as long as she was in this body. All she wanted was for him to remember her, to believe her, to act the same way he used to.
She just wanted that look on his face to go away.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:39 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Uncertainty, Worry, Fear, Panic, Regret Your commentary on its flavour: Whoever's memory this one was, it left Reap off balance and panicked. For just a few moments he'd felt like he'd lost a dear friend and that he was alone and betrayed. He couldn't imagine how it'd feel to lose someone so dear, if Iron stopped recognising him tommorow it would be hard to bear. He couldn't help and feel a twinge of pity for the individuals in the memory. Both of them seemed to have lost something important.
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